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Sweet Neighbor Yuuta

Pairing: Yuuta Okkotsu x Female Reader

Word Count: 5K (I feel like I should apologize but if you’ve seen my other works, this is considered super short I’m being fr rn)

Summary: Yuuta is your new neighbor, and everyone loves him because of his sweet and kind personality. He has a crush on you, but you’re a married woman, so you can’t reciprocate his feelings the same way. But when your husband starts cheating on you, you can’t help but turn to him for comfort.

Content Warnings: alcohol, swearing, adultery/cheating, age gap (Yuuta is in his early twenties, reader is almost in her thirties), unprotected sex, also Yuuta going down the yandere route at the end I'm not playing so if it's not your cup of tea don't read

A/N: wrote this in one sitting after aleks @yuutito said something about yuuta and older woman that rewired my brain (how dare she went to sleep after casually telling me this like I wasn't going to just just sit there thinking about *redacted*-ing this ver of him in 124352 different positions). i was supposed to be watching my kids playing in my backyard but i wrote this instead. pls don't call child support. this is also supposed to be a drabble 🤡 🔫 i was going to send it to her on discord but a few people were asking if i was dead (girl, only on the inside lol) cause i haven't posted in a while so hi everyone guess who came back from the war (i'll go through my inbox asap i promise ily)

P.S: don't use your brain when you read this cause i certainly didn't use mine when i wrote this only my dick

Yuuta Okkotsu is your new neighbor. 

He lives across the street, and you’re not close to him, not yet. He’s younger than you, much younger than you—a fresh graduate from a reputable university who’s lucky enough to be able to work from home. He doesn’t go out much, but he’s friendly, always leaving good impressions around the neighborhood. Everyone knows Yuuta. Everyone loves Yuuta. 

The first time you asked about him, purely out of curiosity, was when you greeted your neighbor next door, an older woman living alone ever since her late husband passed. She just got home from, what you assumed, another trip to the clinic. You saw him stepping down from her porch after making sure she was okay and bidding her with a polite bow. You traded smiles with him, but he didn’t stop for a conversation. You just saw his face turn scarlet at the sight of you, and he dropped a quick “Hello” before he bolted.

“Who was that?” you asked.

“Oh, he’s our sweet neighbor Yuuta.”

“Sweet neighbor Yuuta,” you laughed a little. “He just moved here like three days ago, and everyone calls him that.”

“Because it’s true!”

“Uh-huh, and what did he do that was so sweet to you?”

“He’s helped me with my chores—washing the dishes, bathing my cat, mowing my backyard. He saw me having trouble crossing the street yesterday, so he offered to take me to the clinic today. Such a sweet boy, that man. Very handsome, too.”

That last part you could agree with. Instantly. 

You see Yuuta occasionally, always by coincidence, like maybe in the morning when you leave the house to put out your trash or grab a newspaper. He always seems like he’s eager to strike up a conversation but gives up before he can, simply because his heart can’t take it. You know he has a crush on you; it’s clear as day. He’s young, and he’s in love. It’s cute. But you’re married and committed, so that’s that. 

You meet him more frequently when he starts going to the same local supermarket. You bumped into him in one of the aisles, with him approaching you first because he saw you struggling to get that ketchup bottle on the top shelf. He’s so polite, and he’s, indeed, very sweet, especially to the elderly, always taking his time to humor them when nobody else seems to pay them any attention. He grabbed the bottle for you, and you ended up chatting with him while waiting in line. He offered to help carry your groceries, and you were thankful because you weren’t sure you could bring everything alone. He walked you to your car, bade you good night, and told you to take care. 

He’s your sweet neighbor Yuuta. 

Things haven’t been going well with your husband. It’s fight after fight after fight.  At first, your relationship became so strained because you couldn’t conceive even after two years of marriage. The truth is, you don’t want to have a baby, not too soon, not when you still want to focus on living your life, but he wants it terribly, and if you want your marriage to work out, there’s no other choice but to try. You’re somehow glad that the universe seemed to work in your favor, at least for now.

You’re unsure if it’s your fault or his—you don’t have the money or time to get yourself tested. Nevertheless, he kept trying, turning your sex life into a string of dull experiments, one after another. It didn’t come as a surprise that after a while, he gave up. What did come as a surprise was when he started cheating. 

You have reasons to back your assumptions from all the evidence you’ve found along the way. The lipstick stain on his shirt, the hint of female perfume in his car, the way he never left his phone out of reach, terrified of you looking into it. It’s enough. 

It’s Friday night. Your husband won’t be home until late. Still got a bunch of stuff to do at work, he said, which is another way of saying, I got my secretary sucking my dick since you barely even bother anymore. Which is true.

You’re tired of him. You’re tired of having sex with him where he only cares about him cumming inside you and nothing more. You’re so tired of fighting. And now that he's cheating on you, you grow too tired to care. About him. About your marriage. About everything.

So, you head down to a bar one night just to distract yourself. And there he is again. Yuuta. Sitting by himself, watching a football game on the big screen with a beer bottle in hand. He looks rather… lonely, a new face that makes your heart twitch a bit. His solemn look makes him more gorgeous in a way, more mature, more mysterious, and girls love that, don’t they? A slightly dangerous aura to a very sweet face, unapproachable yet inviting.

But that doesn’t last too long because the moment he sees you, his face brightens entirely. He smiles, standing up from his seat to greet you, and you meet him halfway. You end up chatting all night. He’s a fantastic listener, and he’s so kind and thoughtful with each word, comforting you the way you need the most. It’s embarrassing that you nag about your husband like this, but he seems genuinely interested in helping you convey your emotions, and you just can’t stop. It feels so liberating.

Yuuta buys you your favorite drink but also reminds you not to get too much alcohol in your system. You begin to trust him, knowing for certain he won’t take any advantage of you. He walks you home right after. It’s true that he lives right across your house, but he makes sure you get inside safely. He leaves only after he sees you close and lock the door behind you. You spy on him from the window, wanting to see what he does after you’re gone. You see him rubbing a hand over his face, flushed from ears to neck, looking extremely happy that he got to spend time with you. 

He’s so cute, you think to yourself. Like a high school lovesick boy, kind of cute.

Yuuta then notices your husband’s missing car, meaning that you’re alone in the house. He looks sad on your behalf, which is so kind of him to think about your feelings that much. Then he turns upset, as if he was thinking, how dare he stay out so late, leaving her without protection like this. Looking visibly worried, he then texts you, “Let me know if you need anything, okay? My door is open for you anytime.” You smile and promptly reply to him with, “That’s so kind of you, thank you.” 

He’s your sweet neighbor Yuuta.

These friendly sorts of private meetings between you and him go on for a while. Your husband often arrives late, usually drunk out of his mind or too tired to stay for a chat, and he heads straight to bed without even giving you a goodnight kiss. It hurts, but it’s fine. The more your husband breaks your heart, the harder Yuuta will try to mend it and make it whole again. And he did. Every night, when you’re lucky enough to see him, you’ll feel like a heavy weight is lifted from your chest. You feel… happy, even in this terrible situation, and it’s all because of him. 

You usually hang out with him at the bar, but sometimes you don’t feel like going for a ten-minute drive, and you choose to just cross the road and knock your fist against his door. No matter what hour you visit, day or night, for a morning latte or evening tea, he always greets you with the prettiest smile.

He’s your sweet neighbor Yuuta.

Weeks passed by, and now you spend most of your free time chatting with him, sitting on the couch in his living room, and talking about yourself more than you ever did with your husband. He likes listening to you talk about yourself, and he tells you that you shine so brightly when you talk about the things you’re passionate about. He always stammers out his praises, looking like he’s seconds away from combusting into flames just from calling you beautiful or something. He’s so young, so inexperienced yet passionate when it comes to love and romance, and it shows.

You ask questions about himself, too, and you can understand why it’s addicting for him to watch you speak, because the second he does that, he’s breathtaking. 

You find out that he likes the things you like, he’s watched the movies you’ve seen, and he’s read your favorite books. It’s not just a coincidence, is it? Maybe you’re a match made in heaven. But even so, nothing happens. He’s too respectful, and he makes you respect yourself. You’re married, and he’s a close friend of yours. That’s it.

He’s just your sweet neighbor Yuuta.

One morning, you find a bouquet sitting on your porch. Oh, right, today’s our anniversary. Your husband has this habit of sending you your favorite flowers on your anniversary. He does this every year, which is nice of him, but you really didn’t think he’d send you one this year, seeing how he barely exchanged more than three sentences with you. So now that you receive his flowers, you’re beginning to think, oh, maybe he’s trying to fix things between us. You’re not sure if you want that, though, not anymore. Most of your heart already belongs to someone else, which is terrible since you’re married, but you can’t help it. 

You pick up the flowers anyway; too pretty to be thrown away. You open the card attached to it. I will love you forever, it says, written in his handwriting. The way he wrote the letter f is a little different. Looks like he wrote in a rush, you presume. Either that, or he just didn't care enough. And it’s whatever; you didn’t expect much anyway. You appreciate the thought until your eyes land on the name he wrote.

That’s not my fucking name.

He must have sent flowers to his secretary at the same time and had his card switched. That fucking cheater.

You thought you didn’t care about him anymore, but God, now you’re livid.

Yuuta shows up at the perfect place and at the perfect time. He invites you over to have dinner together at his place. “J-just, you know, as friends,” he says, unconsciously giving you the confirmation that he does not think of you as a friend. Not at all.

So you come over in a beautiful red dress later that evening, and he stares at you, completely in awe, for a good three seconds. “You, umm—” He blushes madly, his head so full of steam he could barely think. “You look like… like a goddess.”

“Thank you,” you simper. That was so corny for him to say, but he meant every word, which makes it endearing. “You look amazing, too.” And he is. God, he looks so handsome in his black buttoned-down shirt, and his parted hair, and his sweet, sweet smile.

I want to fuck the shit out of him.

It’s the monster inside you who speaks it. The part of you that’s been neglected for so long, that’s never been touched in the way you wanted to. And it’s screaming, begging for Yuuta to love you.

But no. We’re friends. We’re just friends, aren’t we, Yuuta?

Yuuta cooks, too, apparently. Every dish looks fucking delicious, and everything else is perfect. The table setting decorated with your favorite flowers. The scented candles with your favorite fragrance set up romantically on top of the cozy fireplace. The soft music playing in the background, a piano instrumental of your favorite song. It’s like a date. A celebration. Like something you should’ve had with your husband today.

“You did all of this on purpose, didn’t you?”

“Hmm?”

You gesture to your surroundings. “We’ve read the same books and watched the same movies. Okay, fine, maybe we have the same taste. But this song, those flowers, everything you’ve set up in this room, you did all of these for me, didn’t you?”

He pauses before he tucks his chin, avoiding your gaze. “I just… wanted to make you happy,” he confesses bashfully. “Is it… Is it too much? Do you not like it?”

“Yuuta, of course, I love it.” You stroke his arm, washing his worry away. “I just… I’ve never had someone care about me this much before…”

He melts under your touch, and there’s so much he wants to say, but his lips form nothing but a sad smile. He caresses your face with tender hand, his fingertips quivering slightly when they land on your cheek. His heart must be beating like crazy right now, you smile to yourself, leaning further into his touch to soothe him.

“I would do this every day for you if you let me,” he whispers, promise behind each word. “I would make you happy, so happy you’d forget what sadness feels like. What loneliness feels like.”

That stirs something inside your chest. “And what do you want in return for that?” You slide up a hand, testing his limit.

He stops your hand by covering it with his own. For a second, just for a brief second, he emits a different feeling. There’s intensity behind his gaze that burns you as if he wanted you all to himself. And that’s understandable. No man, especially one who’s so desperately in love like him, would want to share his woman with someone else, but he knows the situation they’re in, doesn’t he? It’s just not possible for you to be together, not now, not completely. Maybe that’s why he switches back in a blink, smiling until his eyes crinkle adorably. “Nothing,” he answers. “As long as we can be friends like this, it’s more than enough for me.”

He’s a terrible liar, you think, slightly amused. It’s cute how he tries so hard to conceal his feelings and you still can read him like an open book.

The food tastes as amazing as it looks, even down to the last bite. You don’t talk about the bouquet, afraid that you’ll ruin the mood, but Yuuta is always so attentive when it comes to you. He asks you what happened, and he hugs you the second he sees tears brimming in your eyes. You’re not sad. You’re fucking angry. And thank God Yuuta is there to let you vent your frustrations. You go as far as telling him almost every little shitty thing your husband did to you behind your back, as well as the slutty secretary that’s been sleeping with him for money. It feels relieving to finally say their names out loud, with so much hatred, so much rage, and to have Yuuta respond with, “No matter how pretty she is, she’s nothing compared to you. Your husband doesn’t deserve you. If I were him, I would’ve—” he stops himself, just in time, flustered and mortified under your gaze.

You’re older. You’re older than him by eight, no, nine years even. You know what’s going to happen if you encourage him to say the words he’s been dying to say. You know what it’s going to do to your relationship. But fuck that. If there were one man in this world who knew how to treat you like you deserve…

It’s your sweet neighbor Yuuta.

So, by the time the two of you move to the couch with some wine in your system, you lean forward, letting your fingers trace the protruding vein on the back of his hand. His eyes widen at the way your dress does very little to hide your cleavage, but he averts his gaze right away, being the gentleman that he is. But tonight, you want him to be the opposite of that. You don’t want him to be sweet; you want him to let his desire win. There’s a monster hiding inside him, something much more terrible than your own. You sometimes caught its glimpse when he thought you weren’t looking his way. The amount of obsession that fogged his eyes, his fixation over you, turning his sapphire blue eyes so dark, so deep, so intense, like he wanted to have you locked up in his room, tied up and used and thoroughly fucked until you found no strength to stand and no will to escape. It should’ve been a scary thought, but it wasn’t. It was… exciting.

“I want to hear it, Yuu…” Seduction lays thickly in your voice as you lay a gentle hand on his cheek, guiding his eyes back to you. You stare up at him from underneath your lashes with this look in your eyes that makes his breath hitch in his throat. “If you were my husband…” You wet your lip, your tongue a sinful dance to his eyes. “What would you do to make me feel…” You purposely drop your gaze to his lips, letting him catch your message. “…loved?”

You watch him gulp, goosebumps breaking on his skin. You watch his eyes fall to see the way you rub your thumb over the bumps on his knuckles. You watch them turn half-lidded as they linger a second too long on your lips. And you watch him break all control he has over himself, and you let him devour you the way you’ve been wanting him to.

He’s your sweet neighbor Yuuta.

And he tastes even sweeter with your cum on his tongue.

It’s happening too fast, yet it feels like it’s not going fast enough. He starts by holding you by the face, slotting his lips against yours, passionate and gentle at the same time. He pulls away for a moment to see your reaction, and when you kiss him back, he lets out this sinful moan that causes your stomach to churn.

He’s so fucking sexy. Even without trying, he is. 

In the next second, he’s eating you out on the couch, spreading your legs, and kneeling on the floor with his head trapped between your thighs, wanting to get as much of you as you can give him. When his tongue circles your clit, and he’s moaning against your heat, it feels so good you almost run away, not used to experiencing this much pleasure. It’s scary how easily he plays with your body. How fast he can tell which part of yours likes to be licked, which ones want to be sucked, and which ones want to be fucked. He moves agonizingly slow, but each touch feels so right that you find no reason to complain. He’s sure to take his time with you, to make you feel loved in the way a wife should be when her husband makes love to her.

He takes hold of your thighs, holding you tight, but you want it even tighter to the point of leaving bruises all over your skin so you can show them to your husband later. His gaze is intense, constantly keeping his eyes on you. Your expression turns him on, making him ache so bad within the constraints of his pants that his eyes turn watery, desperate for release. He’s too ashamed to ask you to touch him, and maybe he doesn’t want to be touched, not yet, he just wants to focus on pleasuring you for now. So he keeps sucking your clit into his mouth, and he slides one hand into his own jeans to grip his cock tightly. He fucks his fist as fast as he fucks your hole with his tongue, groaning, whining, whimpering against your cunt. He’s pathetic. You love it.

You push him down to the carpeted floor after you drench his mouth and chin with your juice, and you push his fingers, coated with his own cum, into your mouth. He curses once at the sight, and it’s so sexy when he does it. After all this time hearing him talk so softly, so innocently, hearing a low, “Fuck, you're making me lose my mind,” tumbling off his lips is such a fucking turn-on. 

You tear yourself away from your dress before you rip open the buttons of his shirt, not caring if the two of you are in the middle of his living room, visible for anyone to see if they dare take a peek through the window. You wish the light in the room were brighter. It would’ve been a lovely show for your husband if he came home to see you riding another man’s cock, using Yuuta to your own satisfaction, and watching him make you cum the way he couldn’t. 

Yuuta, oblivious to your thoughts, is gasping out your name, one arm hiding his beet-red face while his other one is gripping your thigh. “W-wait,” he flinches, his breathing tattered. “You’re going—too fast—”

You know you are, but it’s so good that you can’t stop. His cock rubs your walls so deliciously as if it was made solely for this purpose. You cum so fast, so hard, and he follows almost right away, unable to hold it even longer when he sees you looking like that when you cummed. 

Your body is still trembling when he suddenly lifts you off his cock and guides you to his face. “Ride me again,” he says, begging. “Please, Angel, I want to taste you again.” And you do, sitting on his face and letting him lick, suck, and lap at everything that seeps out of you.

He’s staring at your swollen clit, licking his lips and seemingly dazed as he rubs his thumb softly over it. “I’m sorry I came inside you,” he says, genuinely feeling guilty about it despite you giving him permission to.

You shiver, still feeling so sensitive for receiving so much stimulation at once. “It’s okay. I can’t get pregnant anyway,” you laugh it off. “I haven’t gotten myself checked yet, but we’ve been trying for two years, and nothing has happened yet, so…”

His gaze darkens. “I see,” is the only thing he utters before he scoops you in his arms, carrying you to the bedroom. You’re surprised; you really thought that was it. Both of you came twice already in, like, fifteen minutes. That’s enough, isn’t it? But he’s still young, and he has a lot of energy that leaves him insatiable. If you let him, he’ll have you for the entire night.

It’s not a bad thing, not at all.

So you kneel in front of him on the bed, bite the corner of your lip to drive him even more insane, and stroke him slowly with your hand. “You still want to fuck me?”

“Yes,” he breathes out, the muscles in his abdomens tautening. “Yes, Ma’am, please…”

Ma’am? You almost laugh. How does he keep getting cuter and cuter?

“Okay.” You reward him with a little kiss on the head of his cock, robbing a soft whimper out of his mouth. Lying down on the bed, you spread your legs, sliding two fingers down your body to do the same to your cunt. “Come here and love me again, Yuu.”

He obliges in a split second. Yuuta has so much love to give, and he lets his mouth, his tongue, and his cock paint a perfect picture on your body.

Everything feels like heaven until he suddenly stops in the middle of thrusting his hips, earning himself an impatient whine. His blue eyes have lost their warm, pretty light. They’re as dark as the night, but lust and greed are the perfect colors for him. He sits on his knees, resting your ankles on his shoulders, breathing heavily. 

“Yuuta?”

He’s not listening, too captivated by the way his tip slides in and out so easily. You’re so fucking wet for him; it’s embarrassing, but Yuuta would take a picture of you like this in a heartbeat, with your wedding ring still wrapped around your finger and his cock sheathed deep inside you, should you allow him to.

He splays his hand over your stomach, giving a little pressure to your womb. You squirm, suddenly feeling like you no longer have control over anything, over him, not like the way you did before. It’s frightening and thrilling at the same time. “Yuuta, what are you—” Your jaw turns slack at the sensation when he thrusts inside, just once, just to see how far it goes within your walls. He’s so hard and thick and throbbing that you could practically feel him poking from inside of your stomach. And perhaps he’s thinking the same thing, his eyes glistening when he feels a bulge forming under his palm. He swallows. He looks… hungry.

“You said you couldn’t get pregnant,” he says, running a tongue across his lower lip, his eyes still fixated on the way you’re taking him so well, all stretched out and tight around him. “You know what I think?” He pulls himself out completely, shivers in his breath. “I think you’re wrong.” He slams his hips forward so abruptly, and with so much force, you have one hand shooting past your head to keep a safe distance away from the headboard. 

“Yuuta—” You gasp out, struggling to match his rhythm. “Wait—”

He only smiles a little, chuckles a little. He’s so far gone. He leans forward until you’re pressed chest to chest, folding you in half before he laces his fingers together with yours. “I think you can get pregnant.” He moves closer to your ear, whispering with his lips caressing your lobe, “And I’m going to show you how.”

He fucks the breaths out of you, swallowing each cry with his mouth, embracing you so tightly you can feel his heart beating against yours. “I’m sorry,” he pants, “It hurts, doesn’t it? I—” He’s interrupted with a low groan, feeling you clenching around him.“—really am sorry—” He smashes his lips against yours, smothering you with his kisses, too. “I know I’m being too rough, but I can't—”  He has one hand gripping the top of his headboard, giving him more support to drive his hips even deeper. “I can’t—stop—” He fucks you again, and again, harder each time until you find yourself unable to make sounds. “You’re so good... You feel so good around me... My angel…” You’re being folded, handled, trapped, and he fucks you until you’re drained, until you’re filled, until he’s spent. "I'm sorry... I'm sorry... Just a little bit more..." He kisses your forehead and your cheek to soothe you down, cradling your head as he buries his face in the crook of your neck. His hips start to move erratically. “Don’t ever leave me… I will love you forever, so—ah, God—” He chokes out a sob when he feels you spasming around him again, reeling in another wave of orgasm that hit you so intensely, you see white.

It takes him a little over an hour until he finally lets you go. For now, at least.

But once he gives you a chance to breathe, he cleans you up so gently, dabbing a warm towel over your skin, peppering kisses as soft as butterfly wings down your back, your thighs, your chest, before ending his journey at your stomach. He rubs the supple flesh of your belly and smiles, completely satisfied after giving you his everything. And it scares you a little bit because… You might really end up getting pregnant this time.

“I have to go before he comes home,” you say, feeling your body ache terribly when you try to raise yourself off the bed. They’re not shown vividly yet, but there will be bruises in the morning in places you’re not sure you can cover. 

Yuuta hugs you from the side when you barely have one foot on the floor, whispering against the bare skin of your hip, “I’m not letting you go.”

It makes you happy. You feel so wanted, so loved, even after all the affection he gave you all night. The truth is, you don’t want to leave. Ever. To walk into your own home after experiencing what heaven feels like… It would be torturous.

“I wish I could stay with you, too.”

“You do?” He looks up with big, round eyes, hope residing in each one of them. “Would you stay with me forever?”

“If I could,” you reply and it’s true. God, if only you could stay forever with him, let him love you this way, forever. That would be perfect, wouldn't it?

“That makes me happy…” He takes both of your hands, kissing you on each wrist before he does the same to your palms. “That makes me so happy…” 

It tickles, so you laugh a little. He makes the same sweet sound, the sound of a boy in love. 

“I really need to go, though…” You whisper, hypnotized when he starts pushing your digit past his lips. It’s warm and wet inside his mouth, waking up the butterflies in your stomach. He keeps his eyes on you, looking so sensual as he sucks around your finger, enveloping it from base to tip. “Yuuta…”

“I understand.” He pulls away, ending it with a kiss. He seems disheartened, his smile doesn't shine as bright anymore and it hurts you. "I guess you left me with no choice."

"I'm sorry."

"It's okay." He returns your embrace, just one more time before you have to let him go. “Can you turn around for me, please? I want to give you something,” he softly smiles. “A present. It will be quick, I promise.” 

You do as he says, excited at the thought of it. What will he give you? Knowing him and how he went through so much effort to prepare a dinner for two friends, you just know it would be something incredibly romantic. Yuuta kisses your nape, open-mouthed and lingering. You nibble on your lip to suppress your moan as he trails his lips from between your shoulder blades down to your spine. 

“Yuuta,” you sigh, squeezing your thighs together. You’re aching for him again, and it’s dangerous. Your husband can come anytime soon. “I know what you want, and really, I wish I could stay,” you say from the bottom of your heart, looking over your shoulder to see him, and you’re immediately answered by a kiss. He presses his chest to your spine, one hand cupping half of your neck and your jaw to keep you in place so he can deepen the kiss. His mouth moves with fervor, filling you up with desire, and if it weren’t for the sound of your husband’s car moving into your driveway, you would’ve let him take you there for another hour or two.

“I need to leave. Now.” You break away to gather your clothes quickly. Except you can’t.

You can’t move your hands.

Robbed out of your balance, you fall face-first to the floor. Your breath catches, your heart plummeting to your stomach when you realize you have your hands tied behind your back. You feel something rough grazing against your skin. There’s a rope ensnaring your wrists together, and it’s digging painfully into your flesh every time you struggle to break free. 

Panic rises quickly to your chest. You look up, your body froze with terror at the sight of him smiling at you. 

He’s not your sweet neighbor Yuuta. Not anymore.

This is the monster you caught a glimpse of before, in full form. His handsome features suddenly feel unrecognizable, not when you can no longer witness the warmth in his eyes.

What is happening? You breathe fast, frightened beyond your mind. Why is he doing this?

“I told you I’m not letting you go,” he says, walking slowly toward you. With every step he takes, your urge to escape grows bigger.

The second the dread sinks in, you part your lips to scream for help, but he clasps a hand over your mouth just in time. “Sshh shhh shhh,” he whispers, bringing you back to your feet. “We wouldn’t want your husband to find out, would we?” 

You try to kick and toss your body around, but he’s strong, much stronger than you could ever imagine him to be. From your peripheral vision, you see him taking out a syringe from a drawer behind him, fitted with a hollow needle to inject the clear liquid into your skin. You feel your heart pounding in your throat, your scream muffled as he sinks it into your skin. “There, there. Off you go, honey,” he whispers in your ear, as you begin to lose your will to fight. Your consciousness slowly wanes away with each second passing by. “I’m so sorry, Sweetheart. It’s only scary at the beginning, I promise.” He tosses the syringe away, now empty. “Oh, I almost forgot to ask. Did you like the card I gave you?”

The card? What card?

Oh.

Oh, no.

“I’m sorry for tricking you like that,” he says with a little pout. “Truly, I am. I didn’t want to lie to you, but I had to do something to push you over the edge. I knew you liked me too from the start, but you wouldn’t make the first move. You kept staying faithful even when your husband was cheating on you like that. I admire you for that,” he sighs, utterly smitten by you, but only for a second before his tone drops. “But I was getting impatient, you see. And I knew you were, too. I watched your favorite movies. I read your favorite books. I learned everything about you and did everything you liked, but you still wouldn’t leave your husband for me. So you left me with no choice. I have to make you understand,” he slides his hand up your stomach, passing the valley between your breasts before he chooses to linger there, squeezing, teasing, pleasing. “That no one can touch you like I do. No one can love you like I do.”

You can feel him kissing your neck, licking a stripe up from your collarbone to the spot below your ear. “It was quite tricky copying his handwriting like that. There’s one letter I still can’t do very well even now. But it was enough to trick you, so I think everything’s fine in the end,” he chuckles, the sound filling your chest with horror, though you could barely register it now, not with the drug flowing in your system.

“You asked me what I would do to make you feel loved if I were your husband.” He carries you closer to the window, letting you see, with all the little power you have left, your husband closing the door of his car. Yuuta embraces you from behind, his hands tangled around your waist as he lets you rest your head on his shoulder. “I’m gonna show it to you.” You watch your husband make his way to your porch, oblivious to what’s happening in the dark room across the street. “I’m gonna love you, Angel. I will love you forever. With all my heart. And I’m gonna take my time. I’ll be so thorough with you that once I’m done, you won’t be able to spend a second of your life without me.” 

Your husband closes his front door, and with it goes your last chance of escaping, if there was even one.

You start losing strength in your legs, in your arms, but you’re still able to cry, and so you do just that. It won’t help you, nothing will help you, no one will help you, and no one will know what he’s doing to you, not when everyone thinks so fondly of him. 

“Oh, Sweetheart, don’t cry.” He kisses your tears away, landing an even softer one on your temple. “Don’t be afraid of me, my love. After all, it’s just me.” He meets your eyes in the reflection of his window, smiling with his hand holding the front of your neck.

“Your sweet neighbor Yuuta.”

***

[tiredandkindaoverworked]

HC: How the Redacted boys and their partners sleep together/night routine

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David and Angel: Angel rests their head on his chest. David lays on his back and has an arm wrapped around their waist. David’s a moderately light sleeper and any time that Angel moves or makes noise, David will lull them back to sleep gently before falling asleep himself.

Asher and Baaaabe: Asher sprawls himself all over Babe, one leg spread on top of them. Babe absolutely loves that Asher does this. It makes them feel so protected and safe. Some nights, Babe traces the scars on Asher’s chest until they fall asleep.

Milo and Sweetheart: Milo loves to be the big spoon with Sweetheart. He often has a hand up their shirt, either gently tracing patterns into their skin or just holding onto them. He loves the skin contact.

Darlin’ and Sam: Due to Darlin’s stress and anxiety, they don’t quite have a normal sleep schedule, though that’s changing thanks to Mr. Collins. On nights where Darlin can’t sleep, Sam takes them both to the couch, puts on a movie, lays them back against his chest and they both fall asleep to Sam gently stroking their arms and sides.

Huxley and Damien: Damien dislikes being the little spoon because he’s always afraid of being too hot for Huxley. Hux insists he loves the heat, but doesn’t mind feeling Dames’ arms wrapped around him either. Before bed though, Hux is cradling Damien in his arms and giving him kisses.

Lasko and Dear: Lasko and Dear actually don’t sleep cuddled up a lot of the time. They sleep in the same bed, cuddling for hours before ending the night with a kiss and turning over. It works delightfully well for them, but there’s never a complaint in the morning if one of them ends up cuddling with the other.

Freelancer and Gavin: Gavin LOVES being pressed up against FL’s side. He absolutely adores the way he can tangle his hands in their hair and gently massage their scalp. They spend most nights wrapped in each other’s arms, face to face. Gav, not actually needing to sleep, will sometimes wait until FL falls asleep and commit himself to remembering every painstaking detail about Freelancer’s resting form.

Avior and Starlight: They sleep wrapped up in each other’s arms, legs tangled together. One might occasionally have their head on the other’s chest, but it’s usually Avior. Since he doesn’t have to sleep, he likes to lay his head on their chest and listen to their heartbeat, reminding him that they’re still there with him.

Aaron and Smartass: Smartass loves being pressed up against Aaron’s side, wrapping their arms around his waist. He’s somehow always the perfect temperature and the smell of his lotion leaves them wonderfully sleepy. Aaron also loves this because it gives him an excuse to give them his patented nose rubs.

Ollie and Baby: Baby often either gets very sleepy or actually does fall asleep when watching Ollie do things or play games. The quality time and watching Ollie do things he enjoys makes Baby all warm inside and in turn makes them super comfortable. Once Ollie’s done, he’ll gently get them to bed, tucking the both of them in, heads gently pressed together.

Guy and Honey: Guy LOVES sleeping on top of Honey. I’m not talking head on chest, he loves being their personal weighted blanket. Man’s a walking blanket fortress, bundling the two in many sheets, making a fort of cozy. Buuuuut, if fate is SO cruel to force this loving adoring man off of his Honey, he’ll enjoy being their little spoon.

Blake and Bestie: Full old timey nightgown, complete with the little hat and slippers. May even have an oil lantern. Sleeps vampire style, stiff as a board, arms crossed over chest.

KIDDING.

Blake loves having Bestie lay back against him, their head resting against his shoulder/upper arm. It gives him the perfect access to give them gentle temple kisses whenever he wants. He'll gently caress Bestie's sides until he feels them fall asleep before allowing himself to sleep as well.

Sometimes D’Deridahn’s also there in his mind, but Blake does his best to block him out and ignore him when his attention is on Bestie.

Priorities, amirite?

[archivedblog16]

There's nothing wrong when a character fucks up and either gets rightfully called out on or knocked down a peg in order for them to learn a lesson.

But in the case of Blitz and Alastor, there gets to a point where all this dogpiling feels more mean spirited than something that's actually deserved.

The whole Stoliz situation wants us to think they're BOTH in the wrong who can't communicate properly due to their issues, but the narrative puts ALL the blame on Blitz for hurting the stupid owl's feelings and dogpiles him in the form of his exes hosting a hate party and being reminded of his trauma for the millionth time.

And then there's Alastor. Even as a fan of him, I'll admit it was stupid of him to think he can go head to head with the head of the exterminations WITHOUT an angelic weapon mind you... but regarding the leaks, it's getting onto him about that but in the WORST WAY POSSIBLE!

It's not treated as a wake up call for him to kick down his ego a notch, it's not treated as him getting his just desserts and open a possibility for him to get some character development. It's treated more as a way to bully him and make him look more pathetic than he already kind of was. And watching a character I love being treated this way is NOT FUN!

But back to the topic.

Point I'm trying to make is the characters that gets shit on for stuff they do gets to a point where it feels like character bashing than something actually deserved, while those that DO deserve it only get a slap on the wrist. (IE Stolas and Lucifer)

Consequences are very important in a story, without it the character wouldn’t learn to grow. So when a character, who is a piece of shit gets knocked down a peg it is satisfying because they had a long time coming. I’m purposely going to ignore Alastor for the time being because I know I will mention him and (REDACTED). I am just playing the waiting game because Vivziepop can change a situation at the snap of her fingers.

But the way Vivziepop handle Blitzø is very draining and not in the good way. The writers love using any chance to remind the audience multiple times that Blitzø hates himself, everyone around him is better without, circus incident™️. And it’s like “can we move on, I get it.”

Then there’s the Stoliz situation where Vivziepop on Twitter likes to allude that they are both the problem but in reality like you mentioned one person (Blitzø) is getting dogpiled and blamed for dumb reasons. And you can’t help but root for him. Stolas, however, does get knocked down a peg but shown in a sympathetic light, very unserious from Satan’s side, gets coddled and taken by Blitzø.

As much I like Lucifer, dude gets away Scott free. Immediately, the exposition in episode 1, Lucifer is treated as sad misunderstood bad boy who has big dreams and aspirations. Like bohoo I don’t care 😂 Actions have consequences, that’s what you get for dooming humanity. Then episode 5 rolls around and he’s depressed (I really hope they address this instead of it being plastered on Hot Topic duck merch) yada yada. In the playbill, Lucifer is all like family is important, I miss my wife, blah blah. But dude doesn’t try to visit Charlie or hang out with her when she is an adult. The closest thing he does is call her randomly or for dumb requests which is the bare minimum. 💀

Lilith also doesn’t have any excuses, she’s a hottie but I’m calling her out. I don’t care what kind of WW2 plan she has for Heaven and Hell. Go visit your daughter it’s been 7 years, she’s making Lucifer look like a saint. And the Vivziepop somehow be making the moms look cartoonishly evil. Charlie and Lucifer’s situation was chalked up to a dumb misunderstanding or miscommunication between the two.

When there could’ve been an interesting predicament where Charlie calls Lucifer out for being a negligent father, ruler, and asked why he allowed the killings for the extermination or his opinion about it or the part in episode 1, that Charlie and other hellborns are alive because of Lucifer. All that stuff was brush aside and “resolved” so Lucifer could piss off in order for Charlie to get up to Heaven since he is a plot device.

But yeah, I agree Lucifer and Stolas do get a slap on the wrist while Blitzø gets KYS merch and repeated trauma dumped onto him for the 5th time.

[arc-misadventures]

Streamer Au:

Considering just how down bad our dear Errantry Paladin's chat is

Has his fair Maidens ever devolve into a donation war to show who was the most dedicated sim-I mean lover of our boi Errantry or have they unionized into just agreeing to simp hard and donate harder together?

The VTuber: Bidding War

~~~ Stream Chat ~~~

“20 Lien Donation”

KinderGurl: let me become your girl!

“20 Lien Donation”

—Lydin—: I’ll be your baby girl!

“20 Lien Donation

LittleDoggo: I’ll be your bitch, just say the word~!

“20 Lien donation”

OverYander: Get in line skank, I’ll be his bitch!

“20 Lien Donation”

Kirbylord: I’m already his bitch!

“25 Lien Donation”

Triffity: 2 for one deal: Me, and my sister will be your bitches!

“25 Lien Donation”

Vilipin: He wants a real woman to be his bitch, not you kids

“25 Lien Donation”

DragonQueen: You wanna go skank!

“30 Lien Donation”

KettleDown: Bring it whore!

“25 Lien Donation”

BittyDitty: Can’t we just share him instead?

“20, 30, 25, 25, 20, 20, 30, and 20 Lien Donations”

Chat: No. No! Yes! fuck no! Kinky~! Dibs on first go! He’s mine! Fuck off!

“50 Lien Donation”

ShadowsofDesires: Why don’t you play with an older lady instead of these children~?

“50 Lien Donation”

Lollipopdva: I’ll be your mommy~!

“60 Lien Donation”

Kitty6840: Ara Ara~!

“75 Lien Donation”

Monarch: The kids are sleeping, lets have some fun dear~!

“80 Lien Donation”

Fillerton: Fuck off you old hags!

“100 Lien Donation”

Stichsayshi: You wanna go brat?!”

“100 Lien Donation”

Kindergurl: Bring it slut!

~~~~~~

Errant: …

Errant: Haaa… Here we go again…

Errant could only sigh in defeat as he watched his chat feed delve into chaos as a bidding war for his attention erupted. Again.

Errant: I didn’t do anything, but log on, and say: “Hey everyone, welcome to the stream!” And, boom… another damn bidding war…

His voice went a touch higher as he made fun at his plight as he looked down at it with a tired eyes, and a lamenting voice filled with dread, and regret.

Errant: I mean, one of these events gets me a lot of money. Not a hundred percent of it mind you, I get more like seventy percent of it. The rest gets split between my mods, and the platform for their cut. But, I never ask for these!

Errant: I would ask the mods to stop them, but even they can’t do anything to stop them. It’s like stopping a broken dam: You can’t, all you can do is run, and wait for it to stop…

Errant looked at his monitor as the numbers were rising higher in the triple digits. He could only grin, and bare this oncoming nightmare.

Errant: I know a lot of the girl VTubers have unapologetic simps following them. But, you people… You people are something else!

Errant: I think the worst evidence of simping, bar this is the ones that follow… That follow that one, Schnee sister… The black sheep of the trio. The self proclaimed… Haaa… ‘The slutty one…’

He shook his head as he said that, he hated saying stuff like that, but there was footage of her saying that, so he wasn’t bad mouthing her.

Errant: I’ll level with you chat, I try not to think about the Black Sheep of the Schnee’s. Why you ask, simple; She’s scares me… Good lord does she scare me… I mean… Those eyes…

Errants looked away with fear stricken eyes as a dreadful shudder escaped his bodies.

Errant: Okay, let’s pop up a game of solitaire, or something while we wait for these people to… (Ping~!) Haa… See! All these bloody notifications popping off, I can’t con… Eh?

~~~Stream Chat~~~

“1000 Lien Donation”

Grimmdesires: I’ll buy you a hot tub for us to cuddle in darling~!

“1000 Lien Donation”

SunshineDolly: I can get you a huge one where we can have (Redacted) in it!

“2000 Lien Donation”

FallenLust: Hot tub Streams~!!!

~~~~~~

Errant: …?!

Errant: What?! No! No, no chat I am not becoming a hot tub streamer! It doesn’t matter how much you pay me! I’m not doing that! Besides I live in an apartment, I don’t have the space for one! So stop going on about hot tubs?!!

Errant swiftly lost it as he tried to reign in chats depravity for him. It was a losing battle, but it was a battle he would die fighting for.

Errant: No stop trying to get a train of, ‘hot tub streams!’ I’m not going to do that so enough with this hot tub non…?! Who’s calling me?

Errant’s model seeming picked up something in its hands before inquisitively staring at the screen.

Errant: My sister? What does she want…?

Errant: Hey sis, I’m in the middle of streaming; did something happen, or can this call wait until later?

Errant: …

Errant: Eh…?

Errant: Give the hot tub to you? N-No I’m not getting you a hot tub! I’m not getting the hot the either! Wait? You connected our call? To who?! Oh, hey sis what’s…?! No I’m not giving you a hot tub either. I’m not getting one, so why should you?!

Errant: …

Errant: ‘To pick up chicks?!’ The hell are you talking about; You’re married?!

And, thus swiftly ended, Errantry Paladin’s calm, and relaxing stream as it swiftly descended into an unmitigated disaster once again.

At this rate, the idea of a normal stream was just a fleeting phantom memory of his imagination.

Peachy.

[pursued-by-the-squid]

MONSTER CHAPTER LFG‼️‼️

oh gihun my poor baby OH OH NO READER DONT GO DOWN THAT PATH NO COME BACK NOOOO ITS NOT YOUR FAULT OH GOD THEY HAVE AIRPODS IN THEY CANT HEAR ME!!!!

fellas is it okay to immediately move in on someone when their significant other is distraught by the death of his closest friend uhhh

gihun 🤝survivors guilt 🤝 reader

something very wrong with this man (give me his phone number)

i’m ngl seong gihun is kinda bad at this protecting us stuff 😭😭 why would he just leave like that now we gotta deal with the nervous tweaker and his annoying boyfriend

💗🎀🩷💖💕💝💓🎀💖💞 thanos + namgyu 💓💗💝🩷💕🎀💘💞💖💗🩷💓🩷 (i stand by what i said)

protective inho purr

gihun thinking about a man being on his knees in front of him 🏳️‍🌈 i know what you are

YOURE SP FUNNY gihun’s like i’m absolutely not jealous but i WILL be waking youngil up to get him away from reader

daeho junhee hyunju crumbs i’m living off of them

INHO YOURE SO EVILLLLLLLLL i’ve never witnessed forced comfort before

denial is strong with this one uh huh yeah sure inho yeah we believe you junhee definitely doesn’t remind you of your dead wife and it definitely didn’t hurt you to leave her behind u lil freak

on the one hand rahhh how could you leave daeho and junhee like that 😭😭😫😫 on the other hand… ginho sandwich 😈😈

BE SO FR NOW HWANG INHO HOW COULD TOU HAVE A [REDACTED] AT A TIME LIKE THIS

“forced onto the receiving end of your affections” if someone thought this about me i’d straight up end it

“it wasn’t the games that made gihun his equal. it wasn’t the 45.6 billion won or the innumerable deaths or the trauma that carved itself into both their souls. it was you” 🚨🦅🇺🇸‼️💵🏈 this is what free will was invented for thank you author i’m getting this tattooed on my forehead this feels like in a movie when they say the title of the movie (i’m sure this realisation will not affect a well adjusted man like inho AT ALL)

HELP NY EYES KEEP SKIPPING AHEAD I’M TOO EXCITED FOR THISBSVENE

be honest did you kill jungbae off just to get these two in the mingle room together

delicious thoughts of betrayal btw compliments to the chef

oh my goddddddd inho thinking reader is scared and disgusted by him but they’re really disgusted with themselves i can’t even describe how i’m feeling AND NOT TO MENTION READER VEING SO WILLING TO MURDER JJST TO LIVE YOUR HONOUR THATS NOT ANOTHER GIHUN THATS MY BOY CHO SANGWOO REINCARNATED 😫💕💖💓💞

thinking of themselves as a murderer just because of thoughts they didn’t even act on i cried u cried we both crode

wait the 6-people round being after the 2-people round??? does that mean fewer people survived??? nefarious plans are being cooked up as we speak

no one is doing it like pursued-by-the-squid and that’s a certified FACT

i apologise for the subpar memes today i’m slightly ill but you have to know how much i loved this chapter ‼️‼️‼️‼️

I'M FUCKING SOBBING, YOU'RE THE FUNNIEST PERSON I KNOW OH MY GOD

y'know, i feel like a really good summary of everyone's state of mind this entire chapter is just:

straight up not having a good time

""fellas is it okay to immediately move in on someone when their significant other is distraught by the death of his closest friend uhhh"", or in in-ho's terms,

PLEASE your meme YOUR MEME, I CANNOT WITH TOU BC THAT'S EXACTLY IT. THIS SICKO FREAK IS LITERALLY WATCHING THE TWO OF YOU LIKE YOU'RE HIS SCIENCE PROJECT AND HE'S RUBBING HIS HANDS TOGETHER A LA EVIL CRICKET STYLE

""now we gotta deal with the nervous tweaker and his annoying boyfriend"" the way i don't even know which one you're talking about im YELLINGn fajsdhfljkh

also in-ho (and probably gi-hun too) this entire chapter:

jun-hee? definitely not a reminder of his wife. gi-hun? he definitely does not care that gi-hun cares about him. you cuddling up to him while u sleep? yeah, he totally doesn't have a boner rn and it's honestly offensive u would even ask

but also consider, in-ho when he realizes that your disgust and vehement rejection of his comfort isn't bc ur scared of him but bc you've accidentally traumatized yourself BECAUSE you genuinely thought about killing him:

wait you mean i can make [reader] more evil by simply making them fear for their life

once he realizes you're able to be corrupted, ohhhhh bitch you are TOAST

""be honest did you kill jungbae off just to get these two in the mingle room together"" okay look let me tell you something LET ME TELL YOU SOMETHING it wasn't the main reason, but it was a really lovely side bonus asjdfhlkasdhfk. in truth i decided to kill jung-bae earlier bc i needed a catalyst that would pull you and gi-hun apart, potentially bring you and young-il closer, and that could also lead to you doing some crazy stupid things (i.e., offering your 2 billion, almost killing young-il, and other such ideas to be revealed in the last chapter). the fact that it also meant you could be on the same pentathlon team, get stuck with in-ho during mingle, and it would utterly destroy gi-hun? that was just the icing on the cake

[autisticempathydaemon]

Tokyo Calling by ATARASHII GAKKO! it's just FUN

Enneagram type four.

YES. and my fave is the ABO copyright saga, but I enjoy having these on in the background while I do other things, and I use them to learn about online drama mostly hehehe

To fall asleep, either thinking through scenarios or audiobooks. if the brain won't shut up, then audiobooks!!

I wouldn't change my name, but I'm also not super duper attached to it haha

Favourite redacted audio!! Davey proposal, or the one where angel steals david's hoodie. there are a lot of call backs in both of these, and my favorite line: 'with you, I'm just- David.'

Zero appeal is Ollie!! I've tried. A few times. but No.

Muppet Christmas carol, I know all the words hahaha

Platonically, besties with Elliott! He'd be a great friend?

Go to ramble is whatever media I've been really into lately. I've gotten really into hockey and PWHL lately, and get me tired, I will ramble to you about it hahaha

Favorite playlist atm is an amalgamation of my daylists, but I'd summarise it as 'bisexual yearning pop'??

Guilty pleasure media is SMUTTY MANGA.

Ooh, this is a cute one. Like, I think there are parts of you that could work so well with different parts of different redacted bois. Yet, when I look at all you’ve given me as a whole, I like you with Gavin most.

Type Fours tend to be creative, emotional, and reserved, an introverted sort of person; I think Gavin is uniquely suited to you in that he’s extroverted enough to pull you out of your shell but not so much you two don’t have a grand time by yourselves. Also, “bisexual yearning pop” one hundred percent sounds like Gavin’s vibe, so I think y’all could have a great time sharing playlists.

The main thing I love about y’all is that I think you and Gavin would like a lot of the same things, that he likes all the things you like. Like, can’t you imagine reading a smutty manga and shoving it in Gavin’s face like “babe, you’ll love this one”? Can’t you imagine watching hockey together and Gavin loving the hot people speeding across the ice and checking each other? Can’t you imagine your first Christmas together with him, showing him the Muppets Christmas Carol for the first time?

Song:

Every other boy’s on to the next one/ I hope that you stay, 'cause I think you′re so fun/ Everyone is asking if we're a thing now/ Are we going somewhere?/ Waking up my friends and texting my sister/ I wanna tell the world the things that we whisper/ Everyone is asking if we're a thing now/ Are we going somewhere?

To find a song for y’all, I searched Bisexual Yearning Pop in Spotify, and I quite like the result! This song is really catchy and cute and paints a really fun picture of a flirtationship on the brink of something more and the sweet, fuzzy feelings of having a crush in that situation. This song is new to me, but I’ll be saving it, and I hope you like it too!

Runner-ups:

Guy is a runner-up because I do love the idea of pairing you with an extrovert but not that much of an extrovert, ya know? Lasko is a runner-up because I think he’d love your smutty manga recommendations most of all the boys. You and he and Gavin should have a fun, little naughty book club.

note: thank you so much for waiting; please feel free to send me some manga recs if you’d like to share. I love a good 18+ Josei 💕

Read this post and send me an ask if you’d like a match-up of your own! 💌

[firetrucks-fastcars]

Pole Position (F1)

Summary: Charles gets on pole at Spa. The boys celebrate the best way they know how (Pairings: Max Verstappen/Daniel Ricciardo/Charles Leclerc/Lando Norris; Oscar Piastri/Logan Sargeant [background])

Read on ao3 here

Daniel barely restrained himself from cheering as he watched Charles cross the finish line and clock the second fastest time in Q3. He knew that standing in the Alpha Tauri garage, shoulder to shoulder with Yuki, was not the time to loudly celebrate his boyfriend’s success, but seeing him bounce back at a track he loved so much made Daniel want to jump around like a lunatic. He knew that due to Max’s grid penalty, Charles would be on pole Sunday. Lando had also managed to qualify P7, which wasn’t quite the achievement he’d had in Silverstone and at Hungaroring, but considering the floor damage done when he’d hit the gravel in Q1 it was an impressive feat. 

He could feel himself itching to get out of there as he made his rounds in the media pen, wanting to be with his boys to celebrate. His phone was buzzing in his pocket, no doubt texts from Max, who wasn’t in the media pen, but instead was waiting to participate in the post-qualifying press conference before he was finally allowed to go home. He could see Lando glancing at him occasionally, which made him think Max was also texting him. Eventually Daniel was able to excuse himself and pull his phone from his pocket as he huddled in a corner away from the media circus. Max had started a group chat with just him and Lando, and it seemed they were on the same wavelength.

Super Max: Come back to my room tonight. We’re celebrating Charles on pole

Muppet: Good. I have ideas

Apparently Lando had also escaped back to the comfort of his driver’s room and was able to text back.

Danny: Ooh do tell

Muppet: Redacted, redacted, redacted

Muppet: Sorry Danny, not safe for work

Danny: Guess I’ll find out myself tonight ;)

Super Max: Stop flirting please, I’m gonna vomit before the press conference

Muppet: Like we didn’t all see you giving Charles heart eyes when you got out of the car

Super Max: You saw nothing

Super Max: Gotta go, press conference is starting. Love you both, see you soon

Muppet: Love you <3

Danny: Love you too Maxy

Daniel waited at the back of the Mclaren motorhome for Lando to come out. He was sure his boyfriend was changing out of his race suit and fireproofs and also talking to Oscar before they went their separate ways. Sure enough, he heard Lando before he saw him, coming around the corner with Oscar not far behind. Their voices echoed back to Daniel as they walked, though they hadn’t seen him yet.

“What are your plans for tonight?” Oscar asked.

“We’re celebrating Charles being on pole,” Lando said, wiggling his eyebrows at his teammate.

“Gross mate. I’m not sure if that’s a euphemism or not but I don’t want to hear about you having sex with all three of your boyfriends.”

“Don’t pretend you aren’t on your way over to Williams. You’ll be in Logan’s room tonight helping him lick his wounds and we both know it. You’re just jealous I get laid three times more than you do.”

“Shut up Lando,” Oscar’s face went bright red at the mention of Logan. “Also how do you know about that?”

“Alex is the one that lets you in. He can’t keep a damn secret to save his life.”

Oscar groaned and looked up, blushing when he met Daniel’s eyes. “Oh hey Daniel.”

Oscar noticed him first, waving awkwardly, assuming Daniel had heard most of their conversation.

“Hi Oscar,” he greeted the younger Aussie. “Congrats on P5 mate, that’s awesome.”

“Oh thanks,” he said. “Shame about your lap time, I’m sorry man.”

“Eh,” Daniel shrugged. “Shit happens. I’m just proud of these guys.”

He pulled Lando into his side and pressed a quick kiss to his curls. Lando bumped his nose against his jaw before turning back to Oscar.

“I’ll see you tomorrow. Have fun with Logie bear.”

“I hate you,” Oscar said, flipping Lando the bird.

“Love you too Oscar.”

*****

Max and Charles arrived at the hotel an hour later than Daniel and Lando had. They were tired after the long day they had, but that didn’t stop Max from pushing Charles against the wall of the elevator and kissing him.

“What was that for?” Charles asked, slightly out of breath when Max pulled away.

“I’m just so fucking proud of you.”

“You’re not upset about the penalty?”

Max raised an eyebrow at him, “Schatje, do you really think a five place grid penalty is going to stop me?”

“No, I suppose not,” Charles laughed. “I’ll give you a good fight though.”

“I expect nothing less,” Max pressed a single quick kiss to his lips as the dinging sound signaled they had reached their floor and the doors slid open. Max led him down the hall to his room where Lando and Daniel were waiting for them. Max had said in the car on the way over that they had plans and Charles wasn’t getting his hopes up about what they were but he knew his boys probably had some ideas. 

As soon as the door opened he was all but tackled by Daniel who swung him into his arms and pressed kisses all over his face.

“Daniel,” he laughed, grabbing his face but making no move to push the older man away. “What are you doing?”

“Giving you love,” Daniel settled him back on his feet but didn’t let go. “We’re so proud of you baby. Pole position, that’s fucking incredible!”

Charles felt arms wrapping around his waist from behind and a cheek pressed between his shoulder blades. The curls tickling the back of his neck told him it was Lando.

“You did so well today Charlie.”

Charles reached an arm behind himself to fist in the fabric of the younger man’s hoodie and pull him close. 

“We have plans for you tonight,” Max said, pressing in from the side to get his hands on Charles. “We’re celebrating you schatje, whatever you want, you’ll get it.”

Lando pressed small kisses to the back of his neck and Charles had to take a deep breath to be able to concentrate. Daniel cupped his chin and tilted his face up so he was looking in his deep brown eyes. 

“Tell us what you want, baby.”

“I want You and Max to decide.”

“Yeah?” Max pressed a soft kiss to his jaw. “You want us to decide for you? You trust us to make sure you feel good?”

“Yes.”

“Sweet boy,” Daniel praised. “Tell me your colors.”

“Red to stop, yellow to slow down, green to keep going.”

“Good. Get undressed and get on the bed. Lando, you too.”

They both obeyed, pulling away from the other two to take off their clothes and discard them haphazardly around the room. They climbed on the bed together and Charles settled back against the pillows. Lando curled up against his side and kissed his neck softly, biting gently at the skin but taking care not to leave marks that wouldn’t be covered by his clothes. He could almost guarantee that his body would be covered in hidden hickey’s by the time the night was over. As if to prove his thoughts correct, Lando moved his head down to suck a mark on his pec, flicking his tongue against his nipple teasingly. Charles groaned and grabbed the back of Lando’s head, keeping him close.

“Lando baby,” Max called his name, distracting him. “Do you want to suck Charles off?”

“Yes please.”

“Go ahead.”

Lando reached up to give Charles one last kiss before moving down to where his cock was showing an interest in what was going on. Lando moved to take him into his mouth, but was stopped by Daniel.

“Nuh uh,” Daniel made a spinning motion with his finger. “Turn around, let Charles make you feel good too.”

Lando whined, scrambling to turn around and straddle Charles’s chest. He backed up slowly until his ass was at eye level with Charles, who immediately grabbed two handfuls of it, silently thankful for all of the extra training he had been doing lately. Once he was settled, Lando resumed his earlier goal and took Charles into his mouth, sucking lightly on the head and using his hand to hold the rest. He went slowly, almost teasing, knowing exactly how to drive Charles crazy. Daniel joined them on the bed, kneeling by Charles’s head and leaning down to talk quietly in his ear. 

“I want you to get Lando ready. Stretch him out on your tongue and your fingers yeah? Then he’s going to sit on your pretty cock while Max and I fuck you. Does that sound good sweetheart?”

“Yes,” Charles moaned.

“Good boy. Get to it.”

Charles did as he was told, grabbing Lando by his hips and pulling him back so he had better access. One of Daniel’s big hands grabbed one side of Lando’s ass, exposing his hole. Charles licked a wide stripe over it with the flat of his tongue, getting him wet. Lando moaned around his cock and pushed his hips back further.

Daniel tightened his grip,” Stay still Lando. Keep making Charles feel good and he’ll take care of you.”

Lando groaned again, the vibrations sending shivers up Charles’s spine, but otherwise stayed still. Charles continued to lick into him, getting him wet and relaxed before carefully rubbing one finger around his rim, testing the waters. His hand was stopped by Daniel, who produced lube seemingly out of thin air and coated two of his fingers in it. Charles massaged it between his fingers for a few seconds to warm it before slowly pushing on finger in. At the same time, Lando sank further down on his cock, one hand moving to gently cradle his balls as he bobbed his head up and down. 

“Fuck cheri,” Charles moaned, flopping his head back against the pillows. “That feels so good.”

Daniel stayed by his head, running his hands through his hair and whispering dirty things in his ear. 

“Does that feel good baby? Lando gives good head, doesn't he? You’re making him feel so good baby, he’s drooling for it. You’re such a sweet boy Charles, I’m so proud of you. We’re gonna make you feel so good tonight baby.”

His words made Charles whine, biting down on the back of Lando’s thigh, which made the younger boy whimper. 

“Are you getting close, baby?” Daniel asked. Charles nodded his assent and Daniel gave Max a look over Lando’s back. Max was somewhere by Charles hip, presumably making Lando just as turned on as Daniel had made him. Max grabbed Lando’s curls, tugging lightly to make him stop. 

“Charles is getting close schatje. We don’t want him to come before we get to the good part do we?”

“Nuh uh,” Lando wiped his mouth with the back of his hand and turned to look at Charles over his shoulder. “Was it good?”

“So good,” Charles praised, rubbing his hip. “You always do so well.”

Lando preened at the praise and maneuvered himself so that he was no longer straddling Charles, before leaning down to kiss him, obviously not caring about where Charles’s mouth had just been. 

“Lando, do you want to help me prep him?” Max asked. 

“What do I need to do?”

“Come here and I’ll show you.”

Lando joined Max at the end of the bed, eager to learn. Daniel kept his position by Charles's head but moved so that he could see his face and kiss him. 

“First get a pillow so we can prop his hips up,” Charles heard Max say. Daniel reached behind them and handed one to the younger boy, who passed it to Max. “Lift your hips for me liefde.”

Charles followed directions, planting his heels into the mattress and pushing himself up so that Max could slide the pillow beneath him. Daniel passed the lube down to them and Charles could hear Max giving Lando instructions. 

“He likes it when you tease a little,” Max said. “Use one finger without any lube and just rub him gently.”

Lando did as he was told and Charles whined against Daniel, pushing his ships down into the touch.

“Very good baby. Now get some lube and start with just one finger. He can take it.”

Charles heard the sound of the cap opening and closing and Daniel pulled him in for another kiss just as Lando breached him with one thin finger. They continued trading kisses as Max talked Lando through it, working him up to three fingers. 

By then, they weren’t really kissing, more like Charles breathing against Daniel’s mouth as Lando opened him up and praises flowed from Max’s lips. 

“You’re doing so well my loves. Making each other feel good. Such good boys.”

“Is he ready?” Lando asked when three fingers were moving easily and Charles was whining shamelessly. Max reached down, feeling where his hole was stretched around Lando’s fingers, making Charles moan and cum suddenly. It spurted against his belly and Daniel moaned into his hair.

“Fuck baby, look at you.”

“I think he’s ready. Be gentle,” Max told Lando as he helped him pull out. “He’s sensitive right after he cums.”

Lando crawled up Charles’s body, carefully avoiding his now sensitive cock that was still partially hard, to kiss him.

“That was so hot,” he whined, grinding his own leaking dick against Charles’s abs. 

“Do you still want us to fuck you sweetheart?” Daniel asked.

“Yes please. I want it.”

“Okay baby. Do you still want Lando to ride you? It’s okay if you don't, you can still make him feel good while we fuck you.”

“Sit on my face?” he asked Lando.

“Fuck yes.”

“Slow down for a minute,” Max laughed. “Let us get settled before you do that okay? Who do you want first, Charles?”

“Daniel.”

Daniel and Max traded places, swapping a few dirty kisses along the way. Daniel slicked up his cock, pushing into Charles gently, letting him get used to the stretch. He wasn’t massive, but he was bigger than Lando’s fingers and it burned a bit as he slowly bottomed out. Once Daniel was fully seated, Max helped Lando straddle Charles’s face. Charles grabbed his thighs and pulled him down so that he was seated properly. He began licking him open, his hole still tasted somewhat of the lube he had used on him earlier but he didn’t mind. Under that was a taste of soap and something that was distinctly Lando. Charles was silently grateful that Lando had taken care to wash well when he was in the shower earlier. Something told him they had planned this, all of them knowing how much Lando liked to be eaten out. 

Max had taken up Daniel’s role, laying next to Charles and whispering dirty things in his ear as he gently fisted his cock that was hard once again. 

“You’re so perfect schatje. So good for us, making all of us feel so good. I’m so proud of you Charles. You’re fucking amazing.”

Charles whimpered, before resuming eating Lando out with vigor. He wanted to make him feel good, wanted him to come just from Charles playing with him. 

“Fuck,” Daniel groaned. “Charles, baby, you feel so fucking good. I’m gonna cum baby.”

A few more thrusts and Daniel was cumming, filling Charles up. He continued to fuck him slowly through his orgasm, riding out the aftershocks before pulling out slowly. Charles clenched to keep his cum inside, which was one of the hottest things Daniel had ever seen. He expected Max to follow right behind Daniel and pick up where he left off, but was disappointed when Max stayed where he was.

“Max,” he cried out, pulling away from Lando enough that they could hear his voice. “Please.”

“Make Lando cum first. Don’t be greedy baby, he deserves to feel good too doesn’t he?”

“Yes,” Charles whined.

“Good boy. Take care of Lando then I’ll take care of you.”

That spurred Charles on, and he removed one of his hands from Lando’s tight, wiggling it between his chest and Lando’s ass to get fingers in him. It might have technically been cheating, but neither Max or Daniel said he couldn’t so he continued. It wasn’t the most comfortable and his wrist started to cramp fairly quickly but he didn’t care, working two fingers inside of him and moving them until he found his prostate. It only took a few sharp jabs to the bundle of nerves and a few licks where he was stretched around his fingers for Lando’s legs to shake and him to cum over the pillows behind Charles’s head. 

Daniel helped him off of Charles, holding him close to his chest and whispering praise in his ear as he came down from the high. He settled them down on the other side of the bed, close enough that Charles could still reach him if he stretched his arm out but far enough that they had space for Lando to sprawl out across Daniel’s lap and make himself comfortable. 

Finally, finally, Max positioned himself between Charles’s legs, slicking himself up with the lube and cum that was slowly starting to drip from him. He hooked one of Charles’s legs over his arm and pushed in, not stopping until he bottomed out. Charles came immediately, sensitive and worked up.

“Fuck,” Max groaned, pulling back before fucking back in slowly. “That was so hot. You’ve done so well for us tonight Charles. You’re perfect.”

“Fuck me please,” Charles whined, grabbing at Max’s shoulders to pull him in as closely as he could get him. 

“I will baby. I’m going to make you feel good because you deserve it. You’re done so well, and I’m so proud of you. We all are.”

Charles turned his head to look at Daniel and Lando. Daniel smiled at him and reached out to take his hand.

“I love you sweet boy. You’ve done so well, just a little more. Make Max feel good sweetheart.”

“Je vous aime.”

“I love you more.”

“I love you Charlie,” Lando whispered.

With a few more thrusts, Max was spilling inside him, pressing soft kisses over Charles’s face as he rode out his orgasm. He pulled out carefully, mindful of how sensitive he probably was after taking both of them and having two orgasms himself.

“I’ll take Lando next door to shower in my room,” Daniel said quietly, so as not to disturb the two boys currently feeling very fucked out and floaty. “You take care of Charles here yesh?”

“Of course.”

Daniel leaned over to kiss him and cradled the back of his head gently, “I love you Maxy. You did so well tonight too. You take care of our boys so well. I’m so proud of you.”

“I love you too Daniel.”

Daniel pressed another quick kiss to his lips and pulled away. He gathered Lando up and herded him through the door that attached his room to Max’s, silently praising whatever Red Bull executive thought that it would be a good idea. He stopped briefly to grab clothes for both of them before getting the younger boy into a steaming shower. 

Max gave Charles a few minutes to recover feeling in his legs, taking the time to get the hot water running and pick out comfortable clothes for both of them. Once he was steady enough to walk with minimal assistance, Max got him into the shower, pushing him under the spray so he could wash his hair. They took their time, holding each other in the steam, trading soft kisses back and forth until they got tired of standing. Once they were dressed and had their teeth brushed, they made their way back into the bedroom, where Lando and Daniel were already snuggled up in bed. They had stripped the dirty sheets and replaced them with the ones from Daniel’s room, since they wouldn’t be using them anyway and housekeeping would come to change them in the morning. Daniel was laying on his back, scrolling on his phone with Lando mostly on top of him, the younger man drifting in and out of sleep. Max pushed Charles into the middle, where Lando moved himself partially off of Daniel to snuggle into Charles more. Max hugged him from behind, sliding one hand under his t-shirt to rub gently across his chest and stomach.

“Did you enjoy your night schatje?” he asked quietly so as not to disturb Lando, who was snoring softly now that they were all in bed, and Daniel who was well on his way to being asleep as well. 

“Very much.”

“Good. I am very proud of you Charles.”

“I know Maxy. Thank you for showing me that, but I am tired. Sleep now.”

“Of course. Goodnight Charles.”

“Goodnight cheri.”

*****

Lando woke a few hours later, warm and comfortable in Daniel’s arms with his head on Charles’s chest. He laid there for a while, hoping he would drift back to sleep. However, that was not the case. So he wiggled around, being careful not to wake his partners until he could reach his phone where it had fallen between himself and Daniel.

He scrolled through his chat notifications, responding to an offer from Carlos to play a few rounds of golf when they arrived back in Monaco before leaving on their holidays. As he clicked out of his chat with Carlos, preparing to put his phone down and go to sleep, he noticed the green icon by Oscar’s name, indicating that he was active. He acted on a whim and shot off a quick text.

LN4: Must have been a pretty good night if you’re still awake (wink, wink)

Oscar read it almost immediately and began typing, the gray dots appearing on his screen before disappearing again. Just when he was about to put his phone down, a message appeared from Oscar that made him want to laugh and coo at the same time.

It was a photo of Oscar in a hotel bed that looked very similar to the one Lando was currently occupying. Except Oscar wasn’t alone, instead Logan Sargeant was curled up against his side, hair a mess, sticking his tongue out at the camera while Oscar laughed.

OP81: Pretty damn good

Lando smiled to himself and snapped a quick photo of his own. It was hard to get them all in it at this angle but he managed to catch where Daniel was drooling into the pillow and Max’s face squished against the back of Charles’s neck. He sent it off to Oscar with a short caption underneath.LN4: Yeah us too

[xentari94]

Okay so I’m going to put in my 2 cents on the matter of the mwiii ending. I wouldn’t be me if I didn’t write some semblance of a theory post. Maybe I’m in denial. If so I don’t. fucking. care. Soap may not be my personal comfort character in the same sense like he is to so many others, but finding out about the campaign today has left me depressed as fuck over this ngl. I love Simon and Johnny so much 💀 🧼 ❤️ And quite frankly this was some steaming FUCKING bullshittery that I will never accept. So… without further a-due

SPOILERS!!!!

SPOILERS!!!!

SPOILERS!!!!

SPOILERS!!!!

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Now I haven’t watched all of the campaign yet, so I can’t get a solid feel of how rushed it is like people are saying. I started watching the first mission before I got distracted with the comment section on YouTube, and that’s when I found out what happens and the whole damn thing snowballed from there. Might go back and watch it later for the boys sake mainly, and to gather more accurate information. But I’ve seen enough to form a theory that Soap may not actually be dead.

Again… I know I’m probably just denial typing but if it helps then it helps ya know? And I like to put a bit of faith behind these, else there would be no point in making them.

So to start, we see Soap get shot and fall but to me personally our view of him was never close enough to determine if he was actually breathing or not. Man just got shot twice, at least once critical, any breathing gonna be labored as fuck I’d take it. Our only thing to go by is Price saying k.i.a out loud which- later I thought- Makarov may have been injured and ran, but he could still have men in the area watching the boys, reporting back to him anything that could have occurred after his bitchass self made his little bitchass exit. Soap could still have been alive, but in the moment the need to announce aloud that Makarov did him in was needed to keep his true status unknown to any potential unnecessary ears or planted bugs to help keep Soap that way until the rest of the boys could get him to medical.

The whole scene with Laswell redacting reports? At least I’m assuming that’s what that was, keeping information about the mission secure because the enemy is still out there. I tried reading it as it went, I’ll have to go back later and really pay attention to what was typed before it was marked out. Labeling Soap k.i.a again as possible cover up to keep him safe.

The ashes scene, while heart wrenching, is such an odd thing to jump to imo. Did Soap not have a family waiting for him? Never known otherwise unless I missed something along the way. I mean being realistic here the bodies of soldiers are usually sent back to the families if able. And Soap was still intact. So the team scattering ashes really doesn’t make sense if you really think about it, if Soap was actually dead. Just automatically cremating him would be cruel. Yes Soap was a part of their team family … but not letting a possible blood family get their son back… unless there was a time skip and they were allowed some of Soaps ashes… idk.

On the other hand perhaps a possible family couldn’t be notified of their son’s condition due to their safety potentially being in jeopardy. Now there is the matter of Soaps dog tags of course, who has those? Soaps family? Or maybe Ghost? I didn’t see them nor hear mention of them so it’s still too soon to say what happened with them. And if the boys needed a way to make soaps death look real. Needed to really send it and make it seem untraceable well… tossing what looks to be ashes would be the best choice. While Soap is kept hidden away under constant surveillance as he hopefully recovers. Makarov could have eyes always on them. I wouldn’t doubt that he did.

Just too many plotholes. Too many what ifs. Too soon to tell. Am I mad? Upset? Pissed? You betcha ass I am. I let my hopes get too high in believing the 141 would get some strong plot armor this go around. Ghost survived, can you blame me? A part of me just refuses to accept and believe Soap is gone. That my favorite duo is done. Big chance I’m wrong I know. But always a chance I could be right. A chance I’m willing to take.

[purplebass]

The Sound of Silence - Gracetopher

Canon divergent. It is a follow up one shot of my scene fix-it/rewrite called "Five". I attached the link in this fic but you don't need to read it to understand the context of this story. You should just know it deviates from Chapter 26 of CoT and [redacted] never died. :) This one shot is set after "Five" but it can be read as a standalone. Grace is waiting for Christopher to wake up. Anna also makes a brief appearance. Read "Five" (Grace kills Tatiana) Read "Hold it Together" (Lucie and Jesse talk after "Five")

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“I guess you stayed here enough, you know.”

Grace barely registered Anna’s voice, in a room otherwise silent aside from the tension rolling off her in waves. She could easily ignore the electricity in the room and focus on the silence. 

Grace liked silence, even though even the lack of noise had its meaning. 

For one, it could mean that the situation was stable. Unchanged. This kind of silence was a good silence, in a way. It was a silence that meant: wait. The tide could change soon, but there wasn’t an indication of when that would happen. It could only get better, but also… she didn’t want to think about this.

The second type of silence was more dire. It was the silence that lurked in the shadows, the kind of quiet followed by a storm. Grace was almost sure this type of silence was already upon them, upon the whole city, and that Tatiana’s attack was just the beginning. That soon, the apparent quietness would turn into chaos and it would crush and slice them open. She knew that even silence had an aftermath. Consequences.

The stillness in the room where they had taken Christopher was overbearing, but it couldn’t be helped. They had to go through that, she had to go through that. Through that silence. She was sure it wouldn’t have an unpredictable outcome. No one of them was a doctor, but they were shadowhunters, and Kit’s friends had assured that he would make it, so she would try to believe them. His chest still rose and fell, and this was enough to make her believe. To believe in him. 

“I want to stay,” she replied firmly, uncaring if she would sound brazen. “You can’t tell me what I should do.”

Anna scoffed, her arms crossed on her chest. She had her back to the wall, and hadn’t sat ever since they had taken Christopher in this room. Grace could understand her. He was her brother, and she cared for him. Grace had found herself in such a position years ago.

“Your presence won’t help him wake,” she said bitterly. “If any, he would be reminded of how he got his wound.”

Grace wasn’t sure, but she had expected Anna to utter such words of disdain. She had shared similar words to Jesse before he left and assured himself Grace was fine. She imagined the reason. She knew she wouldn’t be spared either, solely because she was also linked to that woman, but she hoped that Anna would wait. That she would keep silent. 

The anger radiating off Anna filled the silence and it was unnerving. It became stronger after the boys had left and she had offered to stay to watch over Kit until he woke up. Anna had clearly not liked that, but Grace did not care about her. Christopher was the only one who mattered in this room. She was doing this for him. 

“Nor will your animosity,” Grace said coldly, her eyes focusing on Christopher’s sleeping figure. 

Anna rolled her eyes, and she was ready to comment on that when Kit stirred in the bed, and she sauntered to the opposite side to where Grace was sitting. He was finally waking up.

“My shoulder,” he cried. “I can’t feel it. I guess I still haven’t healed?”

Grace couldn’t help but laugh, tears of relief blurring her vision. “I’m afraid not.”

“It’s a miracle the knife barely grazed you,” Anna said, underlining the word barely. “But it still did some damage. Thankfully, you will just need a few days to go back to normal.”

Christopher frowned at his sister and then glanced at Grace. “I apologize, my eyesight is not good. Can you get my glasses?” Anna was already moving to the other side of the bed to get them, but Grace, who was closer, beat her to it. “There, there, this is better. Why are you glaring at Grace, sister?”

Grace turned to her, but Anna had already schooled her expression. Now she was managing a tight smile and she seemed taken aback by his comment. “What gave you the impression?”

Kit shrugged, but he hissed when his left side throbbed in pain. “Are you okay?” Grace wondered softly. She brushed Kit’s hair from his face, a hint of surprise in his eyes. He didn’t reply.

“Anna,” he said instead. “Can you leave us alone?”

She looked scorned, but she tried not to show it. “Are you sure?” She glanced at Grace again as if she was a threat, but she was looking at Christopher so she didn’t see her. “What if you need help?”

“If I need help, I’m sure Grace can provide me with a glass of water, if I need it?”

“But –”

“I am fine,” he reassured her. “You can tell the others I woke up, but hold them off from coming here for a bit. I am still recovering, after all.”

Anna wanted to object to her brother’s requests, but her expression sweetened. “Call me if you need anything,” she muttered flatly, and then she left the room.

“I don’t think she took it well, but she’ll manage,” Kit grinned. Grace suspected this was a dynamic that happened often between them. Again, she could understand. He was her younger brother, after all.  

“She was worried sick about you,” Grace confessed. “She hasn’t left the room for hours.”

“And so haven’t you,” he guessed. “I remember seeing your face when they brought me here.”

“Did you?”

“I was wounded but I still had my glasses on,” he giggled, but he cried in pain and had to stop. Grace had already taken her stele from the pocket of her dress, ready to draw a healing rune on him. “I imagine we should hold off from jokes until I’m healed.”

“Does it hurt?” Grace wondered, her hand still mid-air, reaching for the place where the knife had wounded him, then retreating it on her lap. She sighed.

“A little,” he confessed. “But I’m still here, aren’t I? First the poison, then the knife,” he began to chuckle but had to stop when Grace frowned at him. “I’m sorry, I’m betraying my own words, but it was too funny not to mention. I avoided death twice. Perhaps I’m immortal. Maybe I have seven lives like cats!”

Grace rolled her eyes and managed a tiny smile. “Only you could make fun of your near death experiences,” she shook her head. “I just hope you won’t try your hand at finding that out,” she said with concern.

“Oh, Grace,” he said. “I didn’t mean it for real,” he apologized. 

Grace hadn’t realized she had started crying, not until she felt her thumb wet with tears. She gazed up at him and he was frowning, clearly worried. He had never seen her cry, nor had she ever cried in front of someone who wasn’t her own brother. She felt vulnerable at that moment, but he had to know. He had to —

“Do not joke about death anymore,” she bawled, keeping her eyes leveled with his. As if this was an order more of a plea.

“I won’t,” he replied. “I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to upset you. I wanted to lighten the mood, but I failed. I guess I’m still shocked by whatever happened to me.”

She sniffled, and Kit offered her his handkerchief. For some reason, he still had it in the pocket on the side of him that hadn’t been wounded. Grace accepted it gladly, and wiped her face. “I cut that woman’s – mama’s throat,” she confessed after a long silence. She didn’t know why she still insisted on calling her mother, but old habits die hard. “I ended her.”

“Oh,” he simply said. “I don’t like to speak ill of people, most of all dead people, but can I say she had it coming?”

That was an answer she didn’t expect, but Christopher was never predictable. Grace smiled despite herself, and her current mood. “It’s just that,” she sighed, unable to find the right words, “after she threw that knife on you, I – I lost it. She was distracted and I knew I had to do it,” she turned serious now, still shaken by it all. Her hands trembled in her lap. “I had to do it for a lot of reasons,” one for me, one for my brother, one for you. One… “Otherwise –”

“She would have escaped again,” he completed for her. “That woman was out of her mind.”

Grace nodded, feeling lighter that she had shared this information with him. Kit yawned.  “Are you tired? Should I…?”

“My shoulder is sore,” he admitted, “but otherwise, I feel decent. Just a little worn out. Unless you want to leave, you can stay as long as you wish, Grace.”

“Okay, then I wish to stay,” she admitted. “Do you want me to read to you? I could get something from the library.”

“Do you happen to have the notes I gave you about fire messages? Perhaps we could try to understand why they don’t work yet,” he suggested. “My mind won’t quiet until we make them work.”

Grace smiled again, this time with excitement. It wasn’t lost on her that Christopher had referred to them as a duo. “Yes, I kept them in my dress pocket,” she said, and produced the crumpled papers. “I was afraid I would lose them.”

“All right, where were we?” he pondered, and then they set to work. 

Grace wished she could always fill the silence like this.

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I hope you like this <3 Know that this isn't the last one shot of this "CoT Rewrite" I'm writing :)

[uidbmgmt]

Trigger Warning: PTSD, DID, CSA, RA

I’m back, bitches! House sitting in Ohio was just wonderful. My roomie’s family is super nice, open and accepting. Their pets, Connor and Sophie, were such a treat to watch. No issues whatsoever. We were pretty much alone for two weeks, just my roomie, her girlfriend, and I, and we enjoyed the open house instead of a shitty mobile home for once. We were able to sample some of the local food and were able to travel to places we wanted to go.

Sadly some of the places we went to didn’t work out, but that’s okay. Stuff happens and I’m not gonna let it get in my way.

I’m happy to be back now. I got home from the airport at about 11:30 AM, started unpacking my stuff and got thrown smack dab into a full on PTSD flashback. It was terrible, a memory I had forgotten about, or had blocked from me. So I was definitely told by my [redacted] that I was going to hell if I ever told anyone, but since I’m not a good listener, I didn’t listen and I told my parents. They both yelled at the [redacted] while I was in another room, but I could hear their raised voices.

The feeling in my body was powerful. I was fuzzy all over and my head felt like it was going so fast it would just explode. I remember feeling very small in a big, open space, probably the smallest I have ever felt. Being relatively new to the system, I had not felt anything that intense before, it was scary. I feel so sorry for my child alter, because they’ve been sitting on this shit for YEARS. I wish I knew how to help them through this, except to offer hugs and reassurance that it wasn’t their fault and they’re not going to hell.

It took hours to come down from this and it did not go away. I feel so sorry for people who have these intense flashbacks on a constant, because they are gnarly and terrible. I wouldn’t wish this on my worst enemy. I felt so helpless and pathetic under all that burden. My dear, child alter, you are not broken or worthless. You are worth so much love and compassion. You deserve happiness. I will not forget your pain.

I also made a realization! My child alter, Laura Lorraine, and my teenage alter, May Vashal, both feel like boys inside their hearts. They wish they had been able to live life they way they felt inside. I know I can’t redo the past, but I can make the future more comfortable for you. Got a double mastectomy and a hysterectomy in my future. I look forward to it, along with most of the system. I gotta start listening to my heart more instead of just my head.

On a brighter note, I was able to open the many packages I had waiting for me. Half of them were for my friend’s cosplay but I got some goodies. A tote bag, a Moon Knight keychain, wings for my cosplay, and a build a bear we’ll be making for my Bitch Buddy’s bachelorette party this weekend. I have so much going for me right now, it feels almost shameful that I don’t feel the enthusiasm I wish I did. I guess the PTSD flashbacks took a lot out of the system, but important things were learned and I won’t soon forget it.

I hope you all weren’t too bored without me, not like I post much, and I’m happy to be back home amongst my stuff and my friends. Shop is back open now, however commissions will remain closed for a short bit. I’m working on a lot of stuff before Everfree next month and I wanna make sure I finish all that before I even consider opening commissions again. I’ll probably open them back up around Everfree.

Thanks for listening to my story. It helps me to put it out there, maybe I can learn from someone else’s experience, or someone will learn something from me?

[fregget-frou]

Soooo regarding the new video I literally JUST watched it

And

Still processing but OK??!???

(spoilers in tags)

[witchbinchstories]

Home is wherever you are tonight

Pairing: Damien x Freelancer x Gavin x Huxley x Lasko (Redacted ASMR), Damien x Reader x Gavin x Huxley x Lasko

Summary: After finishing finals, the Freelancer goes to Damien's apartment and is surprised with a cuddle session from all of their boyfriends.

Words: ~3.3k

Contains: Light angst, lots of fluff, my 4 am brain

A/N: @sealriously-sealrious​ made a post about DAMN boys cuddle pile, so... I had to write a cuddle fic. I hope you guys like it :)

The title is a lyric from the song Apple Pie by Lizzy McAlpine

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Finals are done. They’re finally over and now the Freelancer can relax. Or they should be able to relax. It’s winter break, campus is less crowded because students and teachers are going home for the next month, but the Freelancer doesn’t have a family to go home to. They don’t have a familiar, cozy home with freshly baked cookies and generational recipes in another town to return to. They’re exhausted and they’re sad about the fact that for the rest of break, they’re probably going to sit alone in their apartment in sweatpants and eat junk food while they watch terrible Hallmark movies. Who knows, maybe they’ll manage to pull Lasko away from whatever TA scheduling he has to do over break and spend a little time with him and Gavin. Maybe Caelum will visit too. But they know that they’re most likely going to be spending the holiday season alone because Damien and Hux are going home to family, Lasko and Caelum will probably both be busy (for different reasons), and because any time a big holiday is coming up they usually have an emotionally rough time, so they can’t expect Gavin to want to be around them with their emotions all out of whack, even though they’re dating. They try to push the thought away, knowing it’s just their mind trying to make things harder for them.

The Freelancer feels their phone vibrate once in their back pocket and quickly grabs it to check whatever notification it is. They’re surprised when they see that it’s a notification from Damien— it reads: “You just got out of your healing final, right?”

The Freelancer stops in the middle of the sidewalk to respond— “Jesus, I got out like one minute ago, what are you, a telepathy expert?” —then continues walking to their favorite coffee shop in all of Dahlia, “Inchoate”. Almost all of the drinks and foods that they make there have some sort of magic imbued into them, mostly mood-enhancing magic of all sorts, repping the name well since inchoate demons can feed on all emotions. It’s also run by an inchoate demon, so that’s part of the reason for the name too. But the magic food is the biggest reason.

They reach the cafe and are dismayed to find that the line is, of course, out the door. With students finishing up finals, there are lots of people looking for something to uplift them more, and the Freelancer doesn’t blame them, since that’s exactly what they’re here for. They get another text from Damien while in line, so at least they’ll have something to do while waiting. They’ll just have to keep their fiery boyfriend engaged in the conversation and make sure he doesn’t abandon them in their time of need.

“It’s your only final today, and your last one at that. It’s not that hard to remember,” the text reads.

“Ok, whatever. I’m still not convinced that you didn’t just make in depth copies of each one of our schedules when we all started dating so you could know what we’re doing at all times,” the Freelancer sends back.

“Do you want to come over? Since we’re finally both free and done with the semester.” The fire elemental opts to ignore his partner’s accusation.

“Shouldn’t you be packing?”

“I can do it later. Just answer the question.”

“Woooow. Mr. ‘I have a strict schedule for everything I do’ is putting off packing? Finals must’ve really gotten to you this semester,” the Freelancer teases, then gives an actual answer: “Sure. But I’m stopping at Inchoate first. Do you want anything?”

“Shut up, I don’t have a schedule for packing.”

“I don’t believe that for one second.”

“Just get two of the Joy To The World lattes. One of them iced, please. And the hot one with two shots of espresso and extra foam. I’ll pay you back.”

The Freelancer instantly recognizes the one with espresso and extra foam as being the order of their air-inclined boyfriend.

“Is Lasko with you?” they send.

“Yeah, he’s here.”

“Ah. Does he really need that much espresso this late in the day?”

“Probably not. But it has been a rough couple of weeks. And it’s what he always gets from there.”

“True. Ok. I’ll be over as soon as I get the orders.”

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The Freelancer knocks on the door to Damien’s apartment with their hand that isn’t holding disappointment-in-a-cup, aka the cafe was (not surprisingly) out of anything with joy essence in it, so the Freelancer had to order something else. They reluctantly went with some relaxation lattes.

Expecting Damien or Lasko to answer the door, they’re slightly surprised when Huxley answers the door.

“Hey, babe. C’mon in, the water’s fine. Well, there’s not actually… water… it’s just Damien’s apartment, but— you know that already,” Hux chuckles at his own words. “Here, lemme grab those coffees from you.”

The Freelancer gladly hands the coffees to their boyfriend so that they can take off their backpack and set it next to the door, along with their coat and shoes as soon as they get them off. “Hux, I didn’t know you were here or else I would’ve gotten you something too.”

“Oh, it’s alright. I was here when you were texting Damien and he asked. I didn’t need anything, I’ve already got one of my classic protein shakes.”

“Well, good, I’m glad he didn’t leave you out or anything,” they joke before gently making Hux lean down so that they can kiss him on the cheek.

Together, the two of them walk into Damien’s living room, drinks in hand, to join Damien and Lasko.

“Whaaat is going on here?” the Freelancer asks at the sight of a bunch of blankets and pillows gathered on a large mattress topper all laid out on the floor, with the coffee tables and other furniture pushed aside to the edges of the room.

“We thought that you, and— well, all of us, really, could use some comfort and relaxation after this week. But, um, it was Damien’s idea to surprise you,” Lasko informs them.

“You always do so much for us, I just… thought that we should return the favor,” Damien says, sheepishly rubbing the back of his neck as his cheeks flush a darker shade.

“That’s— I don’t deserve this, you— this is so sweet of you guys,” the Freelancer laughs to themself.

“Dude, you deserve this and so much more,” Huxley sits down onto the comfy nest and grabs the Freelancer’s hand to carefully pull them down with him. Once seated, he hands them their latte before handing Damien and Lasko their respectives lattes as well. The Freelancer gladly sips from their drink.

“Especially with how much you bake for us. I-I swear, every time I finish some batch of cookies or loaf of bread you’ve made me, I suddenly have a new treat to replace it as soon as it’s gone,” Lasko adds.

“Well I enjoy baking a lot, so I feel like that shouldn’t really count—”

“Freelancer,” Damien gently scolds, “it counts.”

The Freelancer rolls their eyes but a small smile grows on their face at the thought of having people that care about them like this. An old part of them still wants to say that their boyfriends are just with them to get something out of them later, or that they’re just using them. Wants to pull away from them to protect themself from an inevitable future disappointment and heartbreak. But they know that’s not true. Damien, Lasko, Huxley, and Gavin aren’t like that. They’re kind, and loving, and caring, and they would never do something like that. But old habits die hard, right?

“Is Gavin going to be here too? Or is it just us today?” The Freelancer, asking both out of genuine curiosity and caring, and to change the subject. They take a sip from their drink.

As if he was somehow listening in, Gavin rifts into the living room, comfy attire already donned rather than his usual clothing or just being completely naked.

“Am I on time?” the incubus asks, dramatically falling into the empty space between Lasko and the Freelancer and stretching out.

“No, not at all, actually. It’s been years. We’re all dead and you’re talking to our ghosts,” Damien says deadpan.

“A little strong with the sarcasm today, don’t you think, Firecracker?” Gavin takes the Freelancer’s hand from beside him and presses a kiss to the top of their hand, all while maintaining eye contact with Damien to continue the banter, of course.

Damien playfully rolls his eyes in response. “Shut up…” he says, taking Gavin’s lead and also laying down to get more comfortable, setting his iced coffee to the side but still within reach. The three still sitting up take the hint that it’s now time for that “comfort and relaxation” Lasko previously mentioned and lay down as well.

“Well, how was this week for everyone? You all seem pretty tired,” Gavin asks, genuinely concerned for how the others fared in their classes. He turns on his side to face Lasko, snaking his arms around the air elemental and earning a deep blush from him.

“I-it was okay for me. My, uh— my classes weren’t too bad. It’s honestly these next couple of weeks of planning that are going to be hard for me,” Lasko answers. On the other side of him, Damien scooches closer to him and wraps his arms around from behind.

“I wish I could say the same for my classes this semester,” Damien starts. As he continues answering Gavin, Freelancer cranes their head around to look at Hux.

“Spoon?” they whisper to him.

“Spoon,” Hux answers, grinning. The Freelancer gently takes his arm and wraps it around themself as the both of them press closer to each other and to Gavin.

“—it sucks that they make you use break time for planning, though.” The Freelancer manages to catch onto the end of what Damien was saying.

“Maybe that’s another change for the better you can make once you’re the one in charge here, Damien,” Hux points out. The Freelancer can practically hear and feel him grinning from behind them. It’s adorable.

“Yeah, I… I guess,” Damien flusters once again at someone else having the genuine belief that he’ll bring good changes to D.A.M.N. someday.

“What about you two, how were your finals?” Gavin asks, referring to his two partners behind him. Hux answers first, so the Freelancer takes the chance to grab another sip from their latte. They’re finally starting to feel the effects of the mood magic and are feeling a bit more relaxed than when they had just finished their last final.

“Mine were good. I mean, I’m pretty much only doing earth focused classes this year, so it’s already stuff I’m pretty confident in. Don’t get me wrong, though. I was still way nervous for every one of my finals.”

The others hum in agreement. It’s the Freelancer’s turn.

“I think mine went okay… I kind of want to get my mind off of classes, though,” they say, lazily pressing a kiss to the back of Gavin’s neck before nuzzling closer into it.

“That sounds like a good idea to me,” Hux laughs. “Does anyone need any blankets? I think we have most of ‘em over here.”

There’s a chorus of affirmative answers from all but Damien, who is perfectly warm just as he is and being pressed close to another person. Hux pulls away from the Freelancer, who is disappointed by even the briefest lack of contact, and unfolds some blankets to lay overtop himself and his three significant others that requested them. Once Hux finally returns to being wrapped around the Freelancer, they are able to take a deep, content breath in, and finally relax.

The group falls into a comfortable silence as the five of them cherish the feeling of being near one another. It’s quite rare that all five of them get to relax together at the same time. Usually at least one of them has something going on that steals them away from the others, so they can’t take any moment all together for granted.

The Freelancer closes their eyes, listening to the slow breathing of all of their boyfriends, feeling the ends of Gavin’s hair tickle their face, the softness of Huxley’s lips resting against their shoulder, the rise and fall of bodies they’re sandwiched between. It’s all incredibly comforting, and the Freelancer never wants it to end. They hear the sound of Gavin pressing a quick kiss to somewhere on Lasko’s face as they feel him lean the slightest bit forward to do so. Then there’s a sound of another kiss, this one farther away, most likely of Damien kissing Lasko’s neck or cheek.

“Guys, stop,” Lasko laughs happily. More kissing. More laughter from Lasko. The Freelancer feels Huxley smile against their skin and feels the small blow of air from his nose as he huffs out a small laugh as well. They feel his arms tighten the slightest bit around them, and then feel a kiss on their shoulder, then Hux’s nose lightly dragging up the side of their neck as he moves to be able to sweetly kiss their neck a couple of times. The Freelancer feels laughter bubble up in their chest and throat, and soon the five of them are all a giggling mess.

“We’re supposed to be relaxing!” Lasko points out.

“Fine, I suppose I just won’t kiss you then,” Gavin jokes. The Freelancer opens their eyes to see Gavin sitting up and pulling Damien towards him by the hand, leaning over Lasko, from where their hands were previously laced with one another’s and resting atop Lasko’s waist. “I’ll just have to kiss everyone but you.”

Gavin and Damien lean in, meeting in the middle for a kiss while looking like they might fall over on top of Lasko, but surprisingly they don’t. When they pull away, they smile at each other for a moment before Gavin moves to face the Freelancer and Damien returns to laying behind Lasko, but props himself up on an elbow to watch the sight of Gavin struggling to kiss everyone.

Gavin leans down to kiss the Freelancer. His lips are soft against theirs, and provide a familiar warmth that leaves the Freelancer even more comfortable and blissful than before. After he pulls away, the incubus doesn’t move away just yet and instead gives his partner’s forehead a kiss before moving on to Huxley.

Gavin cups the side of Hux’s face with a delicacy that many others do not show Hux because all they see is his tough exterior, and expect him to either not be interested in the softness they could offer, or just be used to rougher things. Not these four, though. They treat Hux with all the softness and sweetness he shows them, and all the tenderness he deserves and could ever want. As Gavin leans in to kiss the earth elemental, the Freelancer gets a full face of Gavin’s shirt and chest, earning back some of the laughter from before.

“Gav, I, uh, don’t know that I appreciate your chest in my face right at this moment,” the Freelancer jokes.

Gavin hums in response, still kissing Huxley. “Oh, you love it,” he says as he finally pulls away. The Freelancer doesn’t deny the claim.

The five of them return to their previous cuddling positions, all holding each other just the slightest bit tighter than before. All giddy with the perfect reward of being with one another to end a rough couple of weeks. However, they somehow manage to return to the quiet stillness from before despite the giddiness. After a few moments of silence, Damien speaks up.

“Hey, Freelancer…” he starts, “Hux and I… want to tell you something.”

That causes them to furrow their eyebrows. What could the two of them want to tell them?

“Are you sure about doing it right now, Damien?” Hux asks.

That scares them.

“Yeah, I think so,” Damien replies.

“What… do you guys have to tell me?” the Freelancer asks hesitantly, mumbling the words against the back of Gavin’s neck.

“Well, the four of us were all talking…” Damien states vaguely.

“And we wanna spend the holidays together. All of us,” Hux finishes.

“Yeah…? But… you both have families to go home to. If you’re implying we all come along to one, then one of you won’t be able to see your family,” they say, guessing as to what Damien and Hux could be implying.

The Freelancer doesn’t see a look exchanged between Gavin and Lasko. A look that wonders how the Freelancer is going to react to what comes next.

“Well, we decided that we’re not going to go home for the holidays. We’re going to stay here so we can spend them together,” Damien says. So that’s why Damien wasn’t concerned about packing. The Freelancer tries to sit up to be able to look him in the eyes and tell him that that’s a sweet yet stupid idea, but Hux’s hold on them doesn’t allow them to do so, and he speaks up before they can.

“Yeah, I think my moms are gonna take the chance to have a relaxing holiday instead of hosting for our whole family, and I’ll go see them for New Year’s so… I’ll get to spend time here with my favorite people, and then… I’ll still get to go spend time with my other favorite people. It’s wins all around!” Hux explains, lightly squeezing his arms tighter around his partner.

“And my family celebrates Hanukkah, which has already passed, so I really don’t have anything I’m missing by not going home until New Year’s,” Damien adds.

“But… you both should still spend time with your families, that’s what break is for, and besides, Lasko and I have each other here over break and Gavin can join any of us anytime he pleases, so you really don’t have to stay—”

“Freelancer, they wouldn’t be doing this if they didn’t want to,” Lasko cuts them off.

“He’s right,” Gavin nods at his boyfriend’s words, who smiles back.

“Damien and I just have two families now. One right here, and one not in Dahlia,” Huxley’s voice is soft when he speaks. “And we want to spend break with the family that’s here.”

“We want to be here, all together,” Damien finishes. 

And then the Freelancer finally understood. Home isn’t back with their own family. Home is here, with the four people that care about them most. With the people they care for the most. The Freelancer tries to suppress a smile, but then they decide to let themself smile. They decide to let themself be happy. They know they’ll be happy for the holidays this year. And if that means that they’re now living in a crappy Hallmark movie rather than watching one… then that’s more than okay with them. Even if it’s cliche.

“Alright… thank you both, for doing this for us,” they say, their voice barely above a whisper.

The two of them say their versions of “it’s really nothing” and with the effects of the magic lattes completely taking over, the group begins to drift off to sleep, guided by the warmth of their partners, the comfort of the blankets, and the safety of being all together in Damien’s apartment. The Freelancer sighs contently at the feeling of being safely sandwiched between two of their boyfriends, and the thoughts that they now have something to look forward to for the rest of winter break. They finally drift off to have the best sleep they’ve had in a while, the happy thoughts and feelings bringing them much more comfort than any stupid sold-out latte.

[rainbow-femme]

I saw Fast X let’s see what I remember

I got very excited seeing Paul Walker in the beginning, I like that they try to find ways to get him in. Although it is very funny to me that they don’t try even a little bit in this one to explain why he’s not with the rest of the team. I guess he’s babysitting again

The recast of Dom’s son is so unsubtle it’s amazing. Like I know Vin Diesel believes he’s part black, he may be idk not my business, and probably wanted that represented in his characters kid, but John Cena is playing his full biological brother so the suggestion here is this kid gets his black ancestry through the John Cena line of the family which is hilarious

Speaking of John Cena, so much better in this one than 9, probably because they let him be funny instead of sad

I saw that double tank top on Letty and I knew my wife Sanja Hays was back

I called them making Cipher becoming part of the family. No redemption, no apology for killing Elena, or kidnapping Dom’s son, or trying to steal nukes, she’s just here now and finally has a good hair cut

I feel like this movie is a great example of listening to criticism and committing to the bit. People said the other movies didn’t have enough cars and this movie is 98% cars, but they also fully committed to the ridiculousness and were not backing off

I didn’t know how I’d feel about Jason Momoa as the villain but damn is he my favorite villain in this series, we really needed a muscular, effeminate evil bastard and he delivers. I’m pretty sure he’s wearing a different nail polish in every scene

To keep track of the cities they have absolutely fucked, we’ve got Rio, Edinburgh, and now Rome. They were just like yup we are blowing up the Vatican, that’s what’s happening in this one

Ramsey learned to drive :)

They show the Torretto cross necklace so much I really want the last movie to reveal they’re Jewish or something and the necklace is just an aesthetic choice

Between Jason Momoa and the Michelle Rodriguez-Charlize Theron fight this was a very bisexual movie for me

I love all of Brie Larson’s funky little outfits in this

Roman and Tej are soulmates and they’re so mad about it. Like they’re bound together in ways they will never connect to anyone else and it pisses them off so bad

I hope other people noticed that Pete Davidson’s black market dealer character was on Tumblr the whole time. I tried to see his blog name but it went too fast

I love that we’re on movie 10 when these guys are supposed to be some of the worlds greatest heroes and they 100% still kill with impunity. Mia had no idea why agents for the group she works with (I love that they referred to it as freelancing) were storming the house and she just immediately went into “Oh boy here I go killing again” mode no questions asked

I need to go back and see how many times they A. Are blasted world wide as criminals and terrorists and B. Get their same house exploded/full of bullets

Absolutely alarming amount of time before we got butts on screen, truly a mind boggling amount of time

Also Elena’s sister didn’t inherit her driftwood indoor arch which I was very sad about, RIP driftwood indoor arch

How did it take 10 movies for them to use the song Gasolina? That shit came out in 2010

Can’t wait for the next movie and watching Letty and Cipher in their Get Along shirt

Dom has watched two of his family members die via high speed car explosion, which isn’t a lot but it’s weird it happened twice

I absolutely called that ending reveal, I knew [REDACTED] wasn’t dead, [PRONOUN] just had to leave to play [CHARACTER] for a bit before getting brought back

Also love that they never gave the nuclear submarine back to Russia, they just kept it

I do wonder how Dom and his son are going to survive a dam exploding on them. Probably by driving if I had to guess

Watching The Fast and the Furious

I love that not a single person in this movie can act, absolutely amazing

I love that the racing competition is called Race Wars and not a single person comments on that

I love that when trying to prove himself as a hardcore racer to Dom, Brian orders tuna on white bread with the crust cut off from Doms sister every day

I love the assertion that in Los Angeles there are parts of the city that literally hundreds of cars can congregate for street racing and it’s only after like a half hour that any cops notice

I love that the big heists the gang pulls are for DVD players

I love that the rival gang that’s a red herring just had a garage full of legally bought DVD players and it’s never explained

I love that they leave for a heist in the middle of the night and it’s clearly mid morning to afternoon when it happens, so like 6 hours after they drive out to the middle of the desert to wait

I love that they’re going 140 miles per hour on a highway with a semi truck and communicating by yelling from car to car, while in real life if you’re going over 50 with the windows kinda down you can’t hear the person in your passenger seat

I love that Brian wears Converse while drag racing

Love it, 9/10, I just wish we had a scene of the gang explaining how they fence hundreds of DVD players on a regular basis

[hydrangeasimagination]

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[angelguk]

dedicated to the lovely @himboksj​ happy (very late almost criminally late) bday present! so whew... there’s a lot happening in this one! return of jock!jk and his wonderful girl oc now featuring!!: squirting, creampie, oral (fem receiving), mild choking, biting, boobs in face!!, anime tiddy mentions, praise kink galore, multiple orgasms, the use of a vibrator, jaykay is sick actually, over-stimulation, mild spit kink, dommish!jk, (redacted) pet name, mentions (and watching) of porn, everybody is in love and horny, crying cause the dick too good, fingering but not really. 5k of words that should have never left my brain. listen to continuum & nothing without you by tanerelle (kindly check masterlist for the pretty boy drabble mini masterlist if you want to read the rest of this au!)

Jeongguk didn’t mean to go snooping through your things. It was 100% accidental. He just remembered that you kept some athletic tape in your drawers because Jeongguk usually needed to wrap his knee or ankle after practice and you ensured that he always had some near (in case he came crashing at yours instead of going back to his dorm after Coach brutalised him during drills). And, anyway, you were at a point in your relationship where Jeongguk didn’t necessarily feel the need to outright ask you if he could poke around your drawers. Of course, he respected your space, but it’s not like he wasn’t nosy when you were best friends. You were in the shower too, he didn’t want to bang on the door and ask where you kept the tape.

Imagine his surprise when he reached the final drawer in your dresser, idly rummaging around for the blue athletic tape he knows is buried somewhere, and his fingers latch around a silky cloth instead. He knew what it was immediately, the shape a dead give-away. A discreet bullet vibrator, stuffed under your unnecessarily large collection of fluffy winter socks. Perhaps he stopped breathing, the twitch in his loose workout shorts undeniable. He’s not surprised that you own one and yet, his brain can’t fathom you using it. Even now, Jeongguk’s still growing used to seeing you come undone around his length, the feeling of your walls tight on his cock as your mumble his name. It drives him mad. He’s seen you in every kind of state; sobbing hysterically, laughing until tears slip from your pretty eyes, stumbling drunk in the streets, eyebrows furrowed with anger at him, that soft tiny grin you grant him on good days, the pout your lips settle into when you don’t get your way. He never fathomed he’d ever see you in that way, skin flushed with heat, eyes cloudy with ecstasy, your heat pressed against his own. He finds new ways to fall in love with you every day but it reaches new heights when he’s deep inside of you. Maybe he’s mildly obsessed with seeing you unravel, but that’s a secret he keeps to himself.

He does take a peek at your toy though, a soft velvet-like purple vibrator. It’s cute actually, something you would definitely purchase. But then the sound of water hitting the shower tiles slows down and Jeongguk swiftly tucks the toy back into your drawers.

“Oh?” You say when you open the door to him standing stiff in your room. The steam from the shower wraps around your figure in gentle wisps, sunlight filtering in from the window behind you, the image of an innocent angel appearing right before his eyes. “You’re here.”

“Practise ended early,” Jeongguk returns, his gaze trailing the droplets of water that slip down your skin. You smell good, just like that vanilla and peach shower gel that you dearly love. And the towel hiding your body is loose. It’s not his fault that he’s hard in his pants. When he moves to hug you, your face contorts, a downward tug at your lips that Jeongguk longs to change with a kiss.

“I’m wet,” you whine, brushing past him. “Go shower, you always stink after practise.”

He huffs, strong arms catching your fleeing figure and quickly wrapping you into his chest. “No. Don’t want to. I missed you and you can’t even hug me? You’re so mean to me.”

“Guk-” Jeongguk cuts that complaint with his face in your neck, lips colouring your skin rouge with a kiss that intends to leave a mark. “You can’t,” you mumble, but your fingers settle on the nape of his neck, tangling in the growing strands of his hair. “I have to get to work soon.”

“It won’t take long,” Jeongguk returns, feathering kisses across your skin as he nudges you to the bed. “I promise. Let me do this, I’ve missed you, bunny.”

Your towel is discarded somewhere in the amble to your sheets, your thighs wrapped around Jeongguk’s face a second later. He watches your body carefully, teasing your clit with purpose before he allows himself to slip his tongue deep. He notes the twitches in your thighs, the way your buck your hips against his face. He ignores his desire, for the time being, nose buried at the apex of your cunt, tongue covered in your slick, his lips latched on your clit. You like it fast, purposeful sharp flicks that make you squirm until Jeongguk has to pin your hips down, the lave on your heat brutal. His brain can’t help but wonder how you’d behave with your toy grazing your clit and his cock burrowed deep. You’re so sensitive, response to even the softest kiss he lays on your cunt. Would you be wetter than this? You’re already dripping down his face, his mouth glistening with your desire. But he wants to see if you can do more than this, squirm more than this, make a bigger mess than this. The thought surfaces as he feels your body lock, the tension in your limbs drawn high as your hands reach for his. You cum on his face with your fingers intertwined, his name falling from your lips as the afternoon sunlight hits your skin. It’s then and there that Jeongguk decides, with his mouth wet from your release, he’s going to see you squirt one day. For him and him alone.

He waits for the moment to naturally strike, silently scheming wicked thoughts every time you crawl into his sheets. It happens one evening, an empty bottle of wine at the foot of your bed and hentai porn playing brazenly on his laptop screen. Somewhere between downing the bottle and cuddling in his sheets Jeongguk had mentioned an uncanny resemblance between your gigantic chest and the anime boobies he’d grown fond of since his introduction to hentai. You’d immediately dismissed him, whacking him hard on the head and then Jeongguk had to prove it to you, opening his favourite website and pulling up a video that had your jaw-dropping.

“Your boobs do that, you know,” he says. Which grants him a sharp kick to the shin.

“Jeongguk, what is wrong with you?” He can tell you’re not annoyed, but there’s a lilt in your voice that makes him pause, doe eyes flicking to your face. You may be kicking him under the blankets but your eyes are stuck to the video, a distance glaze colouring your gaze. He can tell by the way your thighs draw together that you’re not as averse to this as you pretend to be.

“Turn it off,” you mumble.

“Why? I can tell that you like it.”

“Jeon, I’m not joking.” There’s a glare paired with that sentence, but he reads right through it.

“Fine,” Jeongguk offers, fingers already typing what’s been on his mind since the day he discovered your vibrator.

“What are you—oh.”

There’s a quiet lull. He clicks on a video that’s more familiar to him than he’ll ever willingly admit out loud. It starts the way Jeongguk prefers it to, with a man on his knees, his head buried between the thighs of a girl.

“What are you doing, Guk?” A warning. A question. Jeongguk is not sure what you mean by that and he’s too hesitant to take a look at your face to decipher the tone in your voice just yet. He takes the jump instead, hoping you don’t mind the fantasies of his mind.

“Have you ever squirted?” Somewhere between the exchange of words in Jeongguk's room, the man on his laptop screen slipped two fingers into the girl. It doesn’t help that your boobs are falling right out of your loose camisole, resting right on his bare arm.

“Jeongguk,” you return. “Answer my question.”

“Answer mine first,” he looks at you then, trying hard to read your eyes. There’s no heat in your face, just an innocence that colours your features. Wide eyes, your legs draw together, a hard swallow that he sees in the low lights that illuminate the room.

“No,” you say, bottom lip caught between your teeth. “So why are you showing me squirting porn?”

It’s then that Jeongguk realises he wants to ruin you. As horribly cliché as it sounds, he longs for that. And the urge for it doubles when your gaze falters, flicking quickly for the screen before drifting back to his. The couple is still fucking on his screen, hard quick loud thrusts that travel to the pit in his stomach fast. He’s hard in his briefs, a painful throb ebbing through his length when your hand drops to his chest.

“Guk?”

He shuts the laptop, the moans cut off, a heated silence taking its place. The bed feels too big when he gets up, ignoring the confused look you give him.

The vibrator is exactly where he left it, oddly comforting because it means you don’t use it. You have him after all. But he needs the toy for tonight.

“What? Guk? What’s go—when did you find that?” You’re embarrassed, he knows it from the way you squirm under the blanket. He glances down at it, finger pressing the switch that turns it on. A quick run through shows ten decent vibrators at different levels, it’s rather intense even in his hands, the low buzz that it emits filling the room forbidding before he shuts it off.

“A couple of weeks ago,” he says. You groan, your head dropping into your hands.

“Put it away, Guk! And don’t go through my stuff ever again.”

“Why? I think it’s cute.”

“Cu—what is the point of this, Jeongguk? I don’t get what you’re trying to do?” And there you go, staring at him with those wide ingenuous eyes. So trusting, so clueless. He draws closer then, considers taking his underwear off so you can see just what you do to him. But when your gaze drops he halts. It’s not about him tonight. It’s about you.

The bed dips under the weight of his as he says it, the toy still in his hands. “I want to see if you can squirt.” He sees the way your back stiffens, the raise in your brow.

“I’ve never done that,” you splutter, falling back as Jeongguk crawls over you.

“I know. But you can.”

“I can’t, Guk. I don’t think I can.” Your pretty lips are drawn into a reluctant pout, but there’s a bright curiosity sparking through your gaze that Jeongguk knows all too well.

“See, you don’t think you can. You said that before. And then I made you cum five times in a row.”

“No that was different—”

“We’re just seeing if you can. We don’t have to if you don’t want to but I think it’d be fun to try.”

You pause, trying to ignore the heat blooming between your legs as you weigh the decision before you. There were times when you thought you were about to, an edge in your orgasms that felt dangerous. But your body never let you go there fully, drawing back from your slipped from heights you couldn’t handle. You can tell Jeongguk won’t grant you the same precautions. His eyes a dark, toeing a line that feels forbidding. The covers are gently pulled from you, Jeongguk staying silent as you ponder. But the moment the cool night air hits your skin you know what he’s asking for. It’s a strange level of vulnerability, a bareness that makes your skin prickle. He wants something that you’ve never given anyway else — not even yourself. It’s a lot to ask for and his directness makes you pause. The hesitation crumbles when his hand settles on your thigh, wide warm palm gently nudging your clasped legs apart.

“We really don’t have to, if you don’t want to,” Jeongguk says, honey eyes locked on you. You know he’s being honest; he wouldn’t push it if you said no. And yet, something twists in your stomach. You want this. The realisation is sudden and you don’t know if it’s because of how perfect Jeongguk looks tonight. Chestnut curls a messy halo on his head and his shirt hanging loose from his broad shoulders. Or maybe it’s how he looks at you as if this is the only he’s ever really wanted in the world. As if you’re the only thing he’s ever really wanted.

“I want to—I mean I want to try.” You let yourself fall open then, something clicking as Jeongguk slots right against you perfectly, your sleeping shorts bunching up when his hips roll with intent. His lips land on your neck a moment later, a kiss so soft that you don’t feel it at first, lost in the way he hits your clit when he bucks into you. Jeongguk draws you back with a bite, one sharp enough to leave you gasping, your back arching from the sheets. He lets his hands slip under then, the vibrator momentarily forgotten as he maps your skin, lips feather-light once more, kisses gentle enough to leave you delirious.

“So good to me,” Jeongguk mumbles, eyes drifting to your lips. He draws close then, mouth fitting yours in a dreamlike perfectness. It’s flavoured with wine and want, a clear hunger in how he parts your lips. The hands that grip you are hard but his lips are gentle, savouring the taste of you against his mouth as if he wants to commit it to memory. The softness of the act has your skin tingling, bright and wild yet slow like the turning of the Sun. When you part, the air is different — charged, the current that swims through the atmosphere finding a home in your body as it settles in the depth of your gut. Jeongguk doesn’t give you time to ponder, mouth trailing from the corner of your lips to the hollow of your neck where he bites. It hurts enough to shock your senses, sweeping you back from the heavenly haze to the alarming reality of what he’s about to do to you. Your whimper hits the air as his tongue presses into the mark, painting your skin dark. A pointed reminder. You’d thought Jeongguk would be possessive, but sometimes he surprises you with it. The purposeful touches, the harsh bruises he likes to leave high on your neck. Or anywhere on your body, really. There are times he’d press his fingertips into them when you’re willing enough to let him choke you, the flash in your eyes spurring his hips forward.

For now, he busies himself with breathing a new one to life, one you know he’ll play with tomorrow — or later tonight if you give him the chance. Your brain can’t think that fair, zoning out as his mouth works a claim on your skin. Eager fingertips are drifting down your thighs, brushing past the band of your sleeping shorts. It’s expected that you’re already wet, but Jeongguk delights in his find with a muted moan in your neck. His fingers don’t go further though, grazing light against the damp fabric of your underwear. The swivel of your hips is automatic but Jeongguk quickly stills it with a hard press of his palm into your skin. You’re forced into the mattress, freezing when he finally wanders from your neck to your chest. So slow, wet lips idly trailing until his face lands between your chest.

“Gukkie,” you hadn’t realised how gone you already sounded until you spoke, voice wavering. He hums in response, non-committal, his hands shifting from your hips as he focuses on freeing you from your top so he can get your boobs in his mouth.

“Don’t tease me today.” You’re trying to sound firm, pliantly raising your arms so he can get you bare. But that firmness shrinks when your eyes land on his. So dark in the dwindling moonlight bleeding through your half-open blinds.

“Why?” There’s that smile of his, one corner hung higher than the either. You’ve sunk yourself in a sea brimming with sharks. “You sound cute when you whine, bunny.”

“Jeong — fuck.” There’s no point in protesting when he’s buried himself between your chest, tongue already toying with your nipple. Too many guys before him had misunderstood how to touch you there, but Jeongguk knew — he had learned. Studied your body so that he knows when to nip or kiss, shifting from pain to pleasure until the line blurred and so did your vision, until the only sound filling the room are harsh breaths and the quiet murmur of his name. Your hands eventually stray to his head, the heat in your core demanding attention as you guide him down. Jeongguk complies, not because he doesn’t want to tease you any further, but because he loves tasting you too much to ever say no.

The sight he finds sends an ache down his length, already hard but now leaking into the fabric of his grey sweats. You spread yourself so easily for him, light pink panties coloured dark with your wetness.

“Cute,” Jeongguk whispers, falling naturally into his place between your legs. It wasn’t meant to grace the air, but he’s glad it did when he notes the bashful smile tugging at your lips and how you twist to shift your head into the pillows the closer he gets. Which, honestly, makes him pause. He wants you to watch, needs you to. Something in the base of his brain needing constant affirmation that he’s making you feel good driving his next set of movements.

The hand on your chin is unexpected and adamant. You can’t help but give in, wide-eyed when Jeongguk forces your gaze onto him. “Need you to look bunny, can you do that for me?” The nod you give him is instinctual, heat blossoming in your bones when Jeongguk smiles, satiated and proud. Perhaps you should have put up more of a fight, but how could have known what he would do with only the tender touches he’d lift as your guide. Even the quick kiss he plants on your clothed cunt revealed nothing of what’s to come. So gentle as he pulls he fabric down your hips, discarding it somewhere in the sheets, his eyes never leaving the wetness on your lips.

“My pretty girl,” he says, nipping the inside of your thigh. You squirm at that, futile because Jeongguk just held you closer. “All mine, right bunny?”

“All yours,” you return, voice far and your mind slipping from your hands. Jeongguk apparently takes that to heart because he devours you, nose burrowed in the apex of your cunt, breathing you in as his tongue mapped the velvet of your walls. It doesn’t take long for your legs to wrap around his head, back raising from the bed and the drip of your slick coating your inner thighs. Yet, Jeongguk relishes it, forgoing breathing as he eats you open, toying with your clit as if that was his sole life purpose. You forget the world with a speed that should concern you, thighs trembling with each determined swirl of his tongue over that bud. Again and again, until you spill into his mouth, wet and creamy, creating a mark of your own on his lips. He keeps you there, unrelenting even when your whines hit high and your chest heaves. There’s a ringing in your ears as the high wanes away, which is swiftly placed by a quiet mumbling that sinks into your skin.

“Tastes so good,” Jeongguk murmurs, licking between your folds. “So fucking good.”

“Jeon,” Something twists in your gut when he drops a final kiss onto you as if he was thanking you for letting him do that when you should be the one on your knees thanking him. When he softly drops your leg to the soiled sheets you decide it quickly, already shifting onto your elbows.

“Yes?” Such innocent eyes staring back at you like he didn’t just fuck you open with his tongue.

“I want you too,” you’re already shifting but Jeongguk is quick, fingertips hard on your jaw when he halts you. He knows what that means, reads it in how your gaze drops to the crotch of his pants, wet just like you were. But that’s not what he wants, besides, he’d rather save that for other places.

“No.” When he says that you almost deflate, but then Jeongguk drops his hand from your jaw, swiftly dragging his shirt over his back and off his body. There’s nothing that can suffocate the desire that blooms in your chest. He’s so beautiful, hard lines and warm skin, kissed by the Sun herself. There’s an itch in your palm instantly, and you hastily register that if you don’t touch him you might die. Yet, your eager hands are pinned over your head, wrists wrapped tightly in the grip of one of his wide calloused palms. There’s a brief moment where his attention is caught by the bounce of your chest before you’re suddenly overwhelmed by the fact that you’ve never asked Jeongguk to fuck your tits before. But as you stow that away for later concern, Jeongguk’s other hand drifts to the discarded vibrator, sinister now in his command.

“Don’t want to fuck your mouth, bunny. It’s not about me tonight, it’s about you.”

“But—” Jeongguk swallows that protest with a quick kiss, the taste of you on his tongue igniting a fire that crackles and consumes until you feel nothing but heat and want, all fuelled by your erratic lovesick heart. You kiss until the only thing filling your lungs is him, like a heavy smoke that envelopes you, travelling through your body until you pull away, warm chest flushed against his. There’s a stupid twinkle in his eyes and it makes you feel sick, swaying dangerously when he shifts away. You don’t want him to go, but you don’t move when he gives you that look. The devastating ache dissipates when his pants drop from his hips, hard cock meeting the cool air. The twitch that travels down his length echoes between your walls, eagerly clenching around nothing. Jeongguk just smiles, stripping bare leaving himself vulnerable to your eager eyes. You wait, behaving good because you want to for him and Jeongguk notes this, delivering a pleased slap to your cunt when he pulls you close, one hard enough to jolt through your spine when his palm hits your clit.

“I’m kind of sensitive,” you whisper, shy again. Which is funny because weren’t you begging for his cock down your throat a second ago?

“I know,” Jeongguk returns, uncaring. The vibrator comes to life a moment later, buzzing low through the room. He knocks it up to the second-highest level.

“Jeongguk! Start low then work it up. I can’t take it like that directly, it'll chafe me.” Which is right, your clit is already feeling dry, slick staying solely between your walls. Jeongguk notes that, pausing before sinking two of his fingers deep. You squeak, hips lifting when they brush against that spot in your walls. He works you open deftly, pleased when you grind your hips into his hands, spurred on by the feeling of something finally inside of you. But it’s fleeting, Jeongguk dragging his fingers out and over your clit before raising his fingers to his lips and licking them clean.

“Now it won’t,” he states, and before you can open your mouth and deliver a retort the vibrator is pressing against that bundle of nerves, tremors echoing in your bones as your legs squeeze shut in an attempt to get away. Jeongguk pins them open, cock leaking against your thigh and he rolls the edge of the toy over your clit, before you jolt so hard the sheets shift and he knows exactly where to place it. He works it out of you, praise naturally falling from his petal lips when you give in, eyes shut tight and your heart stuck in your throat. The vibration feeds the heat in your gut, drawing it to the surface of your skin, sweat beading along your forehead and a dampness forming down your spine. It feels both quick and slow, coaxed out of you with steadfastness. Jeongguk’s gaze never strays from your pussy, locked there as he etches this moment into his memory. You look gorgeous, whining and twisting underneath him. He can tell that this is a lot for you, judging from how you bury your face away from him. He would have forced your eyes on him, if he wasn’t already so enthralled by how perfect you look like this, moans low colouring the air bright with their sound. His own want multiples when your body freezes, strung tight, the edge beckoning you over.

He pulls the vibrator off then, depriving you of your release because his brain demands that he feels this one around his length.

“Jeongguk!” You’re on your elbows, eyebrows furrowed together in frustration. “Why-w-why would you do that?” There’s a waver in your tone, a lilt so pretty he can’t help but smile.

“When you squirt you’re doing it on my cock.” He states it like it's final. And it is from how he draws you close, vibrator momentarily lost in the sheets, the head of his length brushing against your wetness.

But what catches your attention is when. A loaded promise. A determined one.

You spread your legs open, shifting until he slips past walls stretching to accommodate his welcoming presence. “Okay then, make me.” You say it with your gaze on his, watching as his eyes glaze over hips already bucking deeper, before your words register in his brain and Jeongguk’s gaze shifts into a dangerous glint.

He tugs you hard, pulling close enough so that he sinks in deep, cunt already moulding to the curves of his cock. “With pleasure.” Those words are warning, painted right into the heat of your skin as he sheathes himself inside of you. The groans in the air belong to both of you melting into one distinctive sound. It’s cut by the lewd squelch of your wetness coating his length, one that settles in Jeongguk’s gut, release already creeping into the corner of his vision. But he holds it back by knocking your legs further apart, mouth returning to the bruise he left earlier, teeth sinking into the sensitive skin. You arch into him, shifting as pain bleeds through your nerves. The motion allows the last inch of him to slip past your walls, spearing you open, before Jeongguk draws himself out and returns with a hard slow thrust. He fucks you deep, right into the bed, the frame creaking with each loud meeting between the two of you. You can’t do anything but cling onto him, eyes fluttering as his cock drives into you, determined with every piston of his hips to see you unravel. And you do, with a sickening quickness, already weak with the remembrance of your past edge. You feel soft underneath him, pressed against his skin like you hope you find a home for yourself there. And Jeongguk provides — lips mapping your skin gently and a pride in his tone that makes you want to do anything for him.

“That’s it, good girl.” You can’t say anything but his name, whining with every drag of his length along your walls. “So good to me,” he whispers, sweet, unlike his unforgiving hips. “Pretty girl and she’s all mine.”

“Yes,” you gasp, wanting this more than ever. “All yours—a-all—hnghhhh—y-yours! Jeongguk, please! P-please, please, please.”

He slows, smiling into your neck. “What bunny? What do you want?”

“Wanna cum, Jeongguk p-please let me cum.” When he moves away you feel your gut drop. The vibrator is flicked back one, humming dangerously. “Guk—” you start; he shushes you with a purposeful thrust.

“You said you wanted to cum. Remember what you promised me, bunny?” You nod, slow, nervous but your need overriding your fear. Jeongguk just smiles, shifts himself a little deeper, and then places the vibrator where you need it most. It’s not instant, but it’s quick and violent, travelling through your bones and Jeongguk rocks himself deep, curls damp on his forehead and his shoulders tense but his body still giving. You match his movements with your own, shuddering the closer you feel it creep, ripping itself right out of your limbs, drawn to the surface with no remorse, your eyes falling shut and hips seizing. The vibration paired with the feeling of Jeongguk fucking you full is intoxicating, and unlike you he doesn’t hesitate, playing with your clit unforgivingly.

You don’t even hear yourself, mouth agape and your back high from the sheets, all you know is heat, burning from the inside out. No air in your lungs as it spills from you, right onto his length, walls drawn tight. It hits his abdomen, leaving his muscles wet and glimmering as the moonlight greets his skin. Jeongguk shuts down, hips moving automatically, the vibrator thrown aside, still buzzing forlornly. He couldn’t give a damn about it, bending your legs back and fucking into you hard as you coat his cock in your wetness. If it was loud before, it’s obscene now. The nails in his back spur him further, a need he’s never felt before consuming him whole. It’s already there, the white of his desire clouding his vision, but his brain suddenly stills.

Jeongguk’s hand on your chin draws you back to Earth, mind nothing but mush as he continues to fuck you open. They’re erratic thrusts, and with them, you slowly release that your cheeks are wet. Jeongguk realises it the same time you do, thumb gingerly brushing the tears falling from your eyes away. There’s a strange new awareness buzzing through your body, like your bones feel new, limbs reformed. But nothing could prepare you for that thumb on your cheek travelling down, grazing your lips until they fall open. He slips it past, lets you flick your tongue against it, before demanding. “Open.”

And you do, because what wouldn’t you do for him.

“Can I?” He questions, and somehow you know what he is asking. Another claim. Something else you’ve given nobody but him.

“Yes.”

There’s a fall in his shoulders as if he was afraid you would deny him. But how could you ever? His thumb leaves your lips, hand drifting until it settles on your neck, pressing firmly but not tight. And then his own lips part, hips unwavering, for what he sends down your throat. You swallow, oddly thrilled by it while Jeongguk watches silently, almost in marvel. It does something to you, the way he stares, like he cannot believe you’re his. And you feel that sentiment in how he kisses you next, desperate, pleading, thankful. You return it, tongue soft against his as you feel his back draw taut, a low groan spilling down your throat when Jeongguk finally snaps, euphoria bleeding through his brain. You feel it hit your walls, warm and wet, painting you white, a strange satisfaction settling through your body.

When he eventually rolls over, quiet like he’s still recovering, you can’t help but squeeze your thighs together, an attempt to keep his love locked in. His hand cups your own, guiding you back into reality with a gentle squeeze.

The still buzzing vibrator is what you hear first, followed by the joint panting of your lungs. You move to grab it, hoping to hide the revelation in your eyes by glaring at him. Jeongguk is still too lost to care, face flushed a vibrant rouge.

“Turn this stupid thing off,” you mutter, legs still stuck, fused to the bed from the shock of your orgasm. Jeongguk snatches it up, waving it through the air as he turns it off, before giving it a fond kiss.

“Gross,” you comment, smacking his hard chest.

“No,” Jeongguk returns, dropping it. He plants a ginger kiss on your forehead. “I quite like it actually, we should order another one. Do you think they do vibrating panties?”

You hit him again, rolling over until your leg swings over his. He keeps looking at you like that, and it keeps clawing right through your heart. “You’re so sick and evil,” you say instead of the annoying comments that flutter in your delirious brain. You want to call him pretty, beautiful, perfect, maybe the best thing you’ve ever had. But you can’t let Jeongguk know he has all that power over you — not when already made you squirt and spat down your throat in one sitting. “Can you clean me up? I’m getting sticky.”

Jeongguk stills like he’s suddenly remembering what he just did, where he just came. And then you feel the rise of his chest, gaze flicking up to meet his. Bright and full of something akin to adoration, before he blinks it away.

“Give me a moment, I think I just saw God.”