#but also very serious that it's going to make us all extremely more obnoxious

[wardensantoineandevka]

tbh I feel like it says a lot about me that I had a conversation with a TTRPG editor in which I said out loud with my mouth, "We need to introduce the concept of mise-en-scène into our conversations and commentary on actual play. It'll make us all more obnoxious. Like, yeah, we'll start having conversations about what the elements of the production design contribute to the tone and narrative of the work instead of just talking about production values and polish, but mostly it'll make us all even more unbearably obnoxious. We should do it."

[glamourscat]

heyy, would you possibly do dick and / or jason nsfw alphabets??👀

JASON TODD NSFW ALPHABET

A = Aftercare (what they’re like after sex)

Aftercare with Jason is perhaps even more intense than sex. It’s quiet at the start, his hand is reaching for you. Gently caressing your hip, then your belly and your stomach. Soaking in the quietness of the moment as you calm down from the adrenaline of the moment. His caresses would turn into soft kisses and mutual praises, perhaps a warm bubble bath too.

B = Body part (their favorite body part of theirs and also their partner’s)

I would say for his thighs. Despite having a complicated relationship with and what his body has turned into, I think, he would truly enjoy his thighs. Especially seeing you riding them.

On his partner, everything. No, I am not exaggerating. He is the type to lose absolutely all. I do believe he has an aesthetic attraction more prone towards muscular and plus size individuals. Belly, thighs, boobs you name it. He is on it lol

C = Cum (anything to do with cum, basically)

I truly believe he has a breeding kink and i have nothing else to add

D = Dirty secret (pretty self explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs)

…. Hear me out… pegging. LISTEN, I feel when he truly has found his partner all barriers come down. There's nothing more he wants than to be in love and to share his love equally back. He wants to feel safe and once he is secure enough rest assured he won't be shy with his needs and wants. PLS his pretty noises while his eyes roll back? Praising him? Damn it

E = Experience (how experienced are they? do they know what they’re doing?)

Not very experienced but is an eager and fast learner 

F = Favorite position (this goes without saying)

Good old missionary but especially a fan of cowgirl and doggy

G = Goofy (are they more serious at the moment? Are they humorous? etc.)

Not at first. The first few times, and a while after that, he will be pretty serious. Maybe even intense for how emotional the moment is. But as time goes by he would soften up, not to crack jokes, but a few giggles and laughs would for sure come through

H = Hair (how well groomed are they? Does the carpet match the drapes? etc.)

I would say he has some hair. I hc that after the pit his hair grows faster than normal ish, or at least, faster than they used to. He has a happy trail and moderate hair down there that he keeps cut but not completely shaved off

I = Intimacy (how are they during the moment? the romantic aspect)

Struggles with intense emotions but when he manages to work with them, rather than against them, his hopeless romantic side comes out. Expect deep yet soft thrusts, moans that make your shine tingle, kisses that leave you breathless and at least 4 mind blowing orgasms

J = Jack off (masturbation headcanon)

I don’t see him as the type to need it constantly. I feel it would be more or so a “hmm i haven't done it in a while and now thinking about it made me horny lets do it”

K = Kink (one or more of their kinks)

Like i have said pegging, also praise– heavy on this one– biting, breeding kink, edging and not sure if there's a name for it, but i think he would be into being obnoxiously loud with the intent of being heard especially if he is feeling extra spicy

L = Location (favorite places to do the do)

Bed or shower/bath

M = Motivation (what turns them on, gets them going)

You. just you. But i feel he would also get off when you two are having friendly back and forth banter/challenges

N = No (something they wouldn’t do, turn offs)

Anything that can hurt the both of you and restrain on him

O = Oral (preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc.)

He is a giver, he will literally eat you out like a starved man. But, there’s also something he can’t deny, about you, on your knees giving the most sloppy bj he has ever received it keeps him going

P = Pace (are they fast and rough? slow and sensual? etc.)

A mix. Mostly slow and deep, with a few hard thrusts. Extremely sensual on other occasions. Mostly, he will keep a pace stable enough to make you moan his name so many times your throat will be sore after

Q = Quickie (their opinions on quickies, how often, etc.)

Not a fan

R = Risk (are they game to experiment? Do they take risks? etc.)

Nope, i can’t see him being a big risk taker. Sure, he likes to keep things interesting as he runs on adrenaline– but that's in his vigilante life. In his private life he wants nothing but comfort

S = Stamina (how many rounds can they go for? how long do they last?)

Yeah, a few lol. There would be breaks in between, a snack or two. You two talking, and in a way it almost feels like an aftercare in itself

T = Toys (do they own toys? do they use them? on a partner or themselves?)

He wouldn’t necessarily own some but if you do, then once you move in together they become of the both of you. Especially vibrators or dildos, I feel he would be a fan of watching you taking care of yourself before he starts… or, hear me out, gifting you a dildo that resembles his dick in shape, size and girth.. Custom made? Maybe… 

U = Unfair (how much they like to tease)

A TEASE. It’s funny yeah, until you do it back and all of the sudden he is turned into the most whiny, moaning mess you have ever seen

V = Volume (how loud they are, what sounds they make, etc.)

Not very loud, at start. A few grunts, maybe some moans will escape here and there. As the relationship progresses though, he will grow bolder. Unashamed of his moans as he keeps thrusts in you. Praising you mixed with some filthy words in between

W = Wild card (a random headcanon for the character)

After the first time you two had sex he cried, in fact, he cried while he came. It just happened. Maybe it was the wave of emotions, maybe it was how intense everything felt. But he did. He hid his face in your neck, pampering it with kisses as he tried to hide his teary eyes. But when you eventually noticed, he couldn't help but cry a bit more. Now, you two laugh about it, even though it’s something that still embarasses him to this day 

X = X-ray (let’s see what’s going on under those clothes)

When erected it can reach 7 inches solid. Veiny, thick. Have I mentioned the happy trail already? 

Y = Yearning (how high is their sex drive?)

Not astronomical. He will feel the need every so often, but he won’t be on you 24/7. In fact I can see him going for weeks without it. 

Z = Zzz (how quickly they fall asleep afterwards)

Not fast. After aftercare and making sure you’re fine, talking, a snack and waiting for you to fall asleep; he will stay awake a while longer. Allowing himself to soak in this feeling of contentment, safety and peace. His eyes linger on your naked, sleepy form beside him and with a last kiss to your head he will fall asleep hugging you tightly against his body. 

[just-null]

what’s your favorite clone and why? 😼

I gotta be that guy and say I really like them all. i loVE EACH ARCHETYPE THEY KINDA RESEMBLE

Sekido [in my head] has a mean exterior SO loud it makes you forget he's working with the others to actively protect the main body and has faith in their abilities. He gets annoyed at his younger counterparts cause he knows they're not using their full potential... I also really like how he's both very proper and improper, like a thug in a meeting or something... so cool.... Also, him taking the leader role and everyone going with it has big bro vibes.. oldest bro vibes.

cult leader loves tsundere guys.

Karaku [in my head] is the thrill seeker type who's more than willing to be the most annoying man around for the sake of his entertainment and living in the moment. He plays around rather than disposing of someone immediately like a fucking psychopath. Even if late, he knows when to get serious and when to tone down his antics. he still gets fucked over by playing with his opponents too much.. I like that he's not stupid, he's reckless. mega "cool big bro" aura.

cult leader loves shameless guys.

Urogi [in my head] is obnoxious and loud, boastful even especially when he's either screeching or talking, never entirely silent. While he does fight on his own, he'd drop everything if given an order and try his best to comply. also a troublemaker... like a younger bro who never really has responsibilities but does them when told so he can go back to doing wtv he was doing before. Like he's just there to have a good time. He's also not stupid, just excitable, then he gets cocky, then gets his shit rocked.

cult leader loves arrogant himbo guys.

Aizetsu [in my mind] is extremely sassy and gives passive aggressive vibes and prefers to deal with conflict swiftly because it's bothersome and makes him upset. He might look cute and weak, but he's scary. While he's sensitive, he's no pushover and will also cut pretty deep. He's definitely the younger brother who's trying to constantly get out of trouble by seeming like the angel.... It's also interesting because he never sugarcoats his words. He twists them in a way that makes him sound helpful and you, pitiful.

cult leader loves cute manipulative guys.

Zohakuten [in my mind] is a little hater who's most protective of everyone but, more importantly, the main body. He sees himself as a decent guy going against injustice for a man who's just trying to survive. Like a little bro who's stubbornly wrong about something he doesn't fully grasp. Also he's just so hilarious?? it was not necessary at all to insult your opponents looks then tell tanjiro to get over it cause the dead weren't relevant to him. How can someone so disrespectful come in a small package..

cult leader loves the brat trope.

Urami is pretty similar to hantengu, imo, just angrier 😔😔 not many opinions, but I do find it amusing to imagine he's very passionate 24/7

[gorgonwrites]

wriothesley headcanons

NSFW below the cut! minors DNI. 18+

author's note: i'm BACK!!! and i am obsessed with a certain duke from genshin, good gawds. my best friend and i starting spitting ideas out about our fav genshin men, and i decided i wanna share these with you all. :) enjoy! <3

This man is covered in tattoos- he just tends to dress so they aren’t visible. He has a Cerberus piece that takes up his entire back, and he has lots of florals that cover his legs and arms and chest. That’s his secret little way of bringing some of the overworld down to him. 

Wriothesley is SUPER outdoorsy. He doesn’t make it a habit to spend a lot of time away from the Fortress of Meropide, but when he does go up to the overworld he’s most likely trying to soak up as much sunshine and fresh air as he can. 

He gets sunburned so easily, bless him. Even if he slathers sunscreen on, it's guaranteed he’ll come back to the Fortress burnt to a crisp. He never complains though. He took Sigewinne camping once, and his sunburn was so bad she was convinced he had sun poisoning when they got back home. 

He loves taking cheesy photos where he’s “holding” or “leaning on” landmarks, and is always super smug about the pictures if they turn out exactly like he wanted. 

Has a photic sneeze reflex. And on that note- the man’s sneezes are so fucking obnoxious. They echo throughout the Fortress when he sneezes in his office. He gets his feelings hurt if no one says ‘bless you’ though. 

To show love, Wriothesley gives physical touch and gifts. He loves seeing small things throughout his long days that remind him of his partner, and he wants them to know he’s thinking of them constantly. 

To receive love, he needs physical touch and words of affirmation. Trust is extremely hard for him, so having verbal reassurance is key to him relaxing and building trust with his partner. 

Is literally just a little baby. The man would melt into being cuddled after a long, hard day.

nsfw below<3

This man has a SERIOUS praise kink. He needs to know when he’s doing well and the reassurance drives him crazy. He’s also quick to give praise to his partners- the intimacy makes him melt. Will lose his mind if someone calls him a good boy. 

He also has a very mild degradation kink- he loves to tease his partners or slightly embarrass them. He can’t help that he’s fucking them stupid! 

T I T T Y MAN!!! 

Pierced nips because he likes the look of them. 

Obsessed with his partners riding his face. He just wants to be a tool for their pleasure, and in his opinion that's the perfect way to let them use him how they want.

He loves bondage, but more specifically, he loves shibari. He thinks it's beautiful, and the time spent tying his partners up in intricate positions feels incredibly intimate to him. 

He also has a bit of a sadistic streak- he loooooves predicament bondage too. 

Mild voyeur and exhibitionist kink, he’s a bit jealous at times though so he tends to lean more into exhibitionism. 

He LOVES edging. Giving and receiving- the delayed gratification of it all makes him feral. If he’s edging his partner, he wants to see tears and hear begging before he finally gives in and lets them come. If he’s on the receiving end, he tries to hold out as long as  humanly possible because he gets so lost in the pleasure. He’s usually crying out by the end, though. 

Generally, such a soft and tender lover. He’s very attentive and adapts well. He would most likely try anything at least once, and would say if he didn’t like something in particular. He expects the same from his partners. 

[theleechyskrunkly]

The Discussion.

Paige is angry, and Idia's a goner.

Finn Clearcove belongs to @thehollowwriter

Regular text for present time, italics for flashback.

Everybody seemed to be doing the right thing right now, and what was the right thing to do? Stay out of Paige's way. His dorm mates looked utterly baffled (and terrified) as he stormed past them, anger oozing off of him. The students who saw him prayed to the seven for whoever had angered Paige to such a degree, and wondered who'd been the fool to do so.

Paige was livid, his face contorted into a frown that no one had ever seen on his usually passive features. It had everyone wondering what could’ve possibly happened for him to be in such a sour mood.

Well, to begin with, the main culprit was Idia. Why was he angry at Idia? Well, you're bound to find out. Boy, was he about to give Idia an earful...

”So, I take it you're... friends with Idia?” Finn’s voice cut through the music playing in Paige’s earbuds. The two were in Finn’s private area of the school’s botanical garden, Finn painting what seemed to be a carnivorous plant eating a rabbit(with extremely gory detail, as was characteristic for Finn's paintings), while Paige laid on his back with his head resting on a tree branch, scrolling through Twstube. His hair, which was out of its usual braid for once and running loose everywhere, served as his only pillow.

Finn's question was rather random, not only because they had not even been talking about Idia, but also because the two rarely spoke much when they were together at the botanical garden. They just sat in silence, each doing their own thing while enjoying the others company. It was like a little routine they'd set together.

“Yeah? Why?” Paige responded, taking out one of his earbuds and rolling onto his stomach to look up at Finn. Paige preferred to pretend he wasn’t aware of the obvious mutual dislike between Finn and Idia, but he knew avoiding it was no use.

"No, nothing. He's just rather... peculiar, to say the least." There was an obvious distaste in Finn's voice as he attempted to find a not-so-obvious way to hide his dislike for Idia, yet he failed rather miserably at doing so. Paige catches on very quickly to the emotions of humans, mer plus beast people, and animals alike. It's a trait that comes with the horse instincts.

"Peculiar would be an understatement," Paige of all people knew Idia was extremely bizarre, but with the amount of traveling he's done? Boy, has he seen worse. "What exactly is it that you have against him? You two are not really doing a fantastic job of being friendly with one another." Paige was blunt. Everything he said was always upfront, he never held back. The guy had no filter whatsoever and it showed.

Finn narrowed his eyes and his eyebrow twitched slightly, as if the simple thought of Idia got under his fins. "He's obnoxious, rude, talks nonstop — ugh, his gamerlingo is unbearable —, he's selfish, and outright disrespectful! If I had to list the times he's made comments regarding my weight, the list would go on for an eternity." Finn looked like he wanted to say more, but held his tongue to prevent his words from getting out of hand.

However, he had already said the words that set Paige ablaze. He instantly sat up, his usually blank expression knotting into something that showcased incredulity. He knew full well Idia was a certified yapper, and he could seem highly obnoxious to most, but since when did he bodyshame others? "What do you mean by making comments on your body? What type of comments? Is he making fun of you?" By this point, Paige had taken off both his earbuds, which alerted Finn in some sort of way. Paige hardly removed both his earbuds, if even one, not even when he showered (he has waterproof earbuds), and when he did, things were serious.

Finn hesitated before confirming Paige's suspicions, after all, Paige looked like he would go off stomping the second he said the truth. "Yes, he did. Such unoriginal insults, you'd think he was proud of hims- Paige, where are you going?!"

Paige didn't need to hear another word. He did indeed stomp off (quite literally). And he was stomping off to Ignihyde.

Paige did not even knock before letting himself into Idia's room, already knowing the password by heart since Idia had given up on changing it (Paige figured out every time). Idia was in the middle of game, nearly flying off the bed when Paige came in and turned on the lights in his room.

"You and I have something to discuss."

ITS DONE RAAAAAAHHHHHH

Guys I swear I didn't procrastinate this for a whole month trust 🙏

Btw this is the first fic I've ever ever written so my apologies for it being trash 😍🫶

Tagging: @thehollowwriter @cyanide-latte @xen-blank (let me know if you wish to be added to the taglist)

[fourswords]

okay i made some little characterization notes for my four sword heroes meet au. i say "little" but i discovered that there's a 4096-character limit on text blocks on tumblr which i was wholly unaware of before until a message popped up about it. lmao

smithy, hero of the minish (from the minish cap): smithy is energetic & independent, like his game explicitly states him to be & makes him out to be respectively. which makes him great at adventuring but bad at teamwork. is used to and thrives off of doing everything himself because of his game so he can get quietly annoyed if/when one of the others try to do something for him (i.e. kill a monster before he gets there). he's got the worst resting bitch face of them all and the others sometimes poke fun at him for it but he's definitely one of the most outwardly kind of them all. he worries over the others if they're not feeling well and is eager to help them out. his voice is sort of on the quieter side—except if rides on a mine cart or something in which case he has the loudest yelling voice imaginable. he doesn't really think much of knights because of their general uselessness (and stupidity HAHA) in the minish cap so sometimes when knight or light say things about being knights of hyrule he just kind of gives them a little side-eye like "....yeah alright." he loves doing acrobatic stunts that would kill a lesser child and he gets better at them each day. REALLY good at swordfighting because he grew up around them in the forge & grandpa smith was stated to be an extremely good swordsman in his youth so he was giving him pointers from the minute he was old enough to know what a sword was. and he also trained with the eight blademasters scattered around hyrule (swiftblade & his relatives) but in the end he doesn't really like or care about fighting except when he has to do it, so you'll find him turning down invitations to spar more often than not. is the first to just wander off without saying anything and so the other three are forced to come chasing after him. that's how they get places.

four, hero of the four sword (from the four swords manual): four is a relaxed, go-with-the-flow sort of person, but kind of in an obnoxious way where you can tell he acts like that sometimes to purposefully irritate people who may be more of a stickler for rules and planning. he isn't loud, but he certainly isn't quiet—i'd describe it as more "strong" than anything. despite his looseness he DOES know what he's doing and he speaks like it, which is funny because he can go from stealing light's cap off his head and running away (he tried it once with smithy and nearly got his hand taken off because smithy's cap is precious to him) to a fighting stance in a literal split second. he does become the most serious of them all when dealing with something that actually calls for seriousness—vaati, for example. he's very fluid with his movements as well and very hard to hit in a battle or spar because of it. despite this he can't quite pull off gymnastic stunts like smithy can just because he was never really interested in trying but he's definitely better at what he CAN do than knight or light. because all he ever does is travel around (and dodge questions about where he lives/if he has any living family or friends/etc.) he's very good with navigation and figuring out (or just plain Knowing) what's edible and what's inedible. it's a necessary skill considering he travels light and as such usually has to look for food every day instead of like...accumulating it and preserving it to eat later (to the bewilderment of the other three because WHY would you willingly choose to live like that when there's a whole village of people who named you a hero for saving the girls kidnapped by vaati who would probably be more than happy to give you a place to stay. four dodges the question again).

knight, has no hero title (from the four swords game): ah, my favorite little living personification of the charlie brown "i got a rock" scene and the color beige. knight is a jack-of-all-trades with a more even personality to match—he could be accused of never feeling one thing too strongly, which he doesn't really appreciate but eh, what can you do (<-THIS IS WHY). because of this he has a tendency to play mediator if any of the others start getting too deep into an argument. he does have a little streak of playful competitiveness, which usually leads to little races or climbing challenges or other things with light (who is MUCH more competitive). he's usually the one who gets teamed up on by light and four (who like to tease him and/or gang up on him during a spar) but he honestly doesn't mind because he thinks they're funny. if one of the other links were upset then he's their first choice for a person to vent to or just sit with—he's good at listening, even if he feels a bit awkward or bad at offering actual advice unrelated to teamwork or fighting techniques or whatnot (really living up to the "knight" nickname). he's very steadfast. probably has some sort of budding romance going on with his zelda (hilarious to me because her design is so unique and pretty and then he's just: 🧍‍♂️). surprisingly his natural speaking voice is at a decent volume, and he tends to default to a more formal choice of words if he doesn't really know what to say/is stuck with making small talk for some reason—sometimes he'll just be talking normally about normal things but the person he's talking to is left with the impression that they just received an order from a commanding officer. he panicked.

light, hero of light (from the four swords adventures manga): light, is perhaps the one i have to talk about the least because he's got a whole manga about splitting his inner self open for the world to see, with a metric fuckton of dialogue and characterization to boot (smithy also has quite a lot of characterization within his game but it's more obvious with light). he's LOUD he EXCLAIMS things he LOVES TO FIGHT he's SMART he's THE MOST OUTWARDLY EMOTIONAL. and so on and so forth. he's the first to start worrying over the others if he thinks something's wrong and actually does provide a really good listening ear and advice (green) or sparring buddy (blue) or intellectual conversationist (vio) or just a person to be silly and have fun with (red). he's marked by his extreme impulsiveness and willingness to just throw himself headfirst into Situations on a level unmatched by the other three. since he and four are extremely close in age (probably only separated by a few months) they tend to stick around each other more often than not and just Get Into It for funsies (which is fun to me because i don't think four has any friends and light has exactly one close friend in zelda and two newer friends in erune and shadow. and currently he can't roughhouse with shadow because shadow is stuck in his literal shadow. it's enrichment for both of them). which means knight is constantly having to be like "guys c'mon quit roughhousing when you're injured" or something. he likes talking to smithy as well because smithy has a lot of blacksmithing knowledge already stored up in that little head of his and the part of him that vio was formed from thinks it's really interesting. i feel like he would have a lot of respect for four and knight because teamwork seems to come so effortlessly to them and. well. it took him a While to get around to that. his main strength is being a powerhouse that hits like a truck compared to the rest of them. i'm carrying over his peculiar little ability to sense dark world portals from his game because i think it'd be fun. is the only one who fought ganon but thinks that ganon wasn't that big of a deal because it took one (1) blast from the four swords + zelda to seal his ass away whereas vaati literally took shadow killing himself to go down permanently. naturally this makes the others assume that ganon wasn't a big deal as well. links from other games would beg to differ on this topic but unfortunately none of them are here now are they

[nomoreusername]

Unspoken Rules

Pairing:Platonic Aris x female reader

Summary:Out in the Scorch, the new guy learns the unspoken rules of friendship

"You are getting on my last nerve,"I warned as Aris kept walking beside me.

"You're my only friend here though,"He complained.

"Go befriend Newt,"I suggested.

"No. I want to stick with you,"He argued.

"Aris, I am going to kick your ass if you don't leave me alone."

"No you won't,"He shrugged, knowing very well I would never hurt him. Even when he is being a pain in the neck he's still somehow my best friend.

"Why won't you leave me alone?"I repeated.

"Because I don't feel like talking to anyone new. I want to talk to my best friend who's extremely mean to me for some reason,"He huffed.

"No you don't,"I replied, deciding to be annoying back.

"Don't tell me how I feel."

Yep. It was working already.

"I'm not. You're just not feeling anything reasonable,"I continued.

"Is it so wrong that I want to talk to my friend for a little bit?"He exasperated.

"We are not friends,"I lied, keeping my face so expressionless he knew I wasn't being serious. Even if I hadn't he would still know that we're each other's ride or die. Still, we were so bored in the Scorch that he pretended he wasn't aware of that.

"That was uncalled for,"He exclaimed.

"You're uncalled for,"I shot back.

"You are not making any sense right now,"He pointed out.

"You're not making any sense right now,"I mocked.

"You can't just repeat what I say and slightly change the words."

"Blah, blah, blah. All I hear is that you want me to continue being irritating like you were to me."

"That is not at all-"

"La, la, la, la,"I repeated, plugging my ears.

"Hey. Not cool man."

"I can't hear you. Sorry not sorry,"I explained even though I could hear him just fine. If he was going to be a nuisance to me I had to be one back.

"You two are annoying,"The new guy who literally tied us up and got us into this absolute disaster remarked. The nerve he has is outrageous.

"No he's not!"

"No she's not!"

"What? You both have been saying that for the past half hour,"He pointed out, clearly not understanding the unspoken rule all friendships have.

"Only I get to be a jerk to him. Nobody else, and if they are they just suck,"I explained. He just stared at me with a blank expression.

"Have you never had friends before?"Aris asked, also not understanding how somebody wouldn't know the unspoken rule.

"I don't think adults who go around tying up teenagers are super popular,"I pointed out. He seemed to genuinely think about it before nodding in agreement.

"It doesn't look like you two aren't that popular either. The only people you talk to are each other,"He pointed out.

"She has like seven personalities,"Aris shrugged.

"Sod off,"I scoffed.

"There's the mean one. In a few hours you're probably going to be back to your oh so sweet and charming self,"He sighed, resting his arm on my shoulder. Looking at him with mock disgust, I pushed his hand off.

"You are the worst person I have ever had the displeasure of laying my eyes on,"I scowled.

"You say that all the time, but you're always walking right beside me. Like an aggressive puppy."

"I don't like you, Aris. I really, really don't like you,"I sighed.

"What would I do without your kind words?"He asked, using me as a human armrest yet again. Throwing him a harsh glare, he was still completely unaffected as he practically used me to stand. Not because he couldn't. Just because he's obnoxious.

"I should have voted to banish you,"I mumbled.

"You know you love me,"He said with a smug grin. Looking him up and down, I shook my head to say that I heavily disagreed.

"No. I think you might just have brain damage,"I suggested.

"So I don't understand. Do they hate each other, are they flirting, or do they genuinely like each other?"The guy asked Minho, not bothering to be subtle.

"We don't know. We just kind of accepted this,"He answered.

"Accepted what?"

"That they're bloody annoyin' when they're together and even more annoyin' when they're apart,"Newt stated as if we weren't right next to them.

"I think they're even more annoying than you,"I admitted.

"I knew you'd be your nice old self soon,"He dramatically sighed.

"You know what? I take it back,"I groaned, rolling my eyes. Before he could say anything else I started walking way ahead of him only for him to keep following me.

"Talk to other people,"I demanded.

"No. I don't want to,"He complained.

As usual we went back and forth on playful insults. Of course, there was one extremely and unspoken room.

We are the only ones allowed to be mean to each other. It's a line that shouldn't be crossed under any circumstances. If it is, they'll see that we're not just irritating (though we are good at that).

No. They'd quickly see just how far ride or die can go.

[johnny-chaos]

Gordon is notably characterized by his obnoxious and deeply uncool behavior but he's also defined by an incredible earnestness and desire for things to be taken seriously . And Benrey, on the other hand, is obnoxious too but for the exact opposite reasons-- devaluing things that, by Gordon's standards, should be taken seriously (such as murder) while playing up the absurdity and inconsistent application of rules in general (and also acting like a fucking third grader).

In that way the two of them have a lot in common, but with that one major caveat of seriousness . Really, they're both pretty earnest, and they both just wanna make jokes n have fun-- Gordon wants to be a justin.tv streamer and he talks to himself like an anime protagonist (GORDON SPRINT!!) and Benrey's whole thing is having his day ruined bc he couldn't play games with his friends . But Benrey also knows treating the game like it's real is idiotic, while Gordon can't help but treat it as if it were (and Scorpy Socpens n Wayne R. TV use this for some extremely good comedy).

In addition to THAT, you have Coomer, who, over the course of the webseries, realizes his life is a lie and his world is fake - subsequently becoming more lucid, serious, and aloof. His character arc brings up the question of What Does It Truly Mean, To Be Alive? (a tried and true story point !) They're all functioning on different understandings of their world-- they all understand nothing matters, but Coomer is just now realizing, and Benrey's always known it, and Gordon method acts so hard that he almost forgets it.

With that context HLVRAI becomes an argument on existential nihilism -- Coomer presents the question "nothing is real so is living this life valuable?" and Benry's response is essentially "no- if nothing matters then why care ? Do whatever you want forever ." And Gordon's is "of COURSE it's valuable, fuck you, this may not matter but I can care and try and hope and LIVE, BABY!!! leave me and my magmar plush OUTTA THIS!!" Quite a 4chan vs Tumblr argume(I am shot and killed)

But even though I describe Gordon as v earnest and sincere, it's not enitrely accurate, bc while he has a lot of Genuine Expressions of Emotion, he also seems to use anger to mask laughter ("if i had a knife i would gut you" said with an audible smile). Makes him seem less genuine and more like he's playing up the reactivity, but you still get a rly potent feeling that these are people he enjoys being around, and I'm sure that's also just Wayne R. TV playing gmod with his friends bleeding through .

Coomer's obviously the MOST sincere, he has literally the only lines that are SUPPOSED to be taken seriously. And Benrey may not be very sincere, but he IS (in Wayne R TV's words) the most sentimental, which is REALLY weird. He's constantly talking bullshit, but Scorpy Socpens still gives him these moments where it seems like he might actually care ("we should turn back.. we're going further . into HELL" and "why are we here? ..what happened to your arm?!") LIKE!! he and the others are all entertainers, they're all supposed to make you laugh (except for Dr. Coomer at one point), but Benrey especially, as he's this manifestation of insincerity and irony and absurdity--and yet?? some semblance of motivation??

If hlvrai is an argument on nihilism, then it's ALSO about how what makes life worth living is the people around you actually . Because of benrey's "nothing matters" mentality he gains Gordon's ire and subsequently becomes the antagonist as his stupid shenanigans are reframed as actively hindering the group (even though yeah EVERYONE gets in the way of everything all the time). Thus he becomes the Big Bad even though he's really just, not cut out for it . he knows his actions don't have meaningful consequences, but that sentimentality inevitably slips out, and yeah, his whole purpose is to be funny. you can't be funny to yourself now that's just embarrassing. he has the powers to shapeshift and time travel but he only does it when it's relevant to Gordon. i am constantly thinking about how he says "it replenishes your electronics" in this calm, mellow voice like he's got nothing to worry about and is just enjoying the moment . he just wants to play games with people, man!!!

and even though Gordon is so SO fucking uncool, he's allowed to be because he actually gives a shit!! even though they're both annoying, Benrey is the one who becomes the villain because of how detached he is. Gordon can stumble over his words and be clumsy as hell but he cares so deeply-- about the others, about putting on a show-- that his embarrassing attempts at being the hotshot hero of the story don't detract from his value. yeah this world isn't real but my friends are. yeah nothing matters but we can still try to help each other out. you are supposed to care!!! bitch

[cosofthe9]

Got A New Project Idea- Feeling Lear-ish

I suspect it's mainly an attempt to get back into the writing business I once was so active and charged up to work in, but it's also very much a genuine passionate attempt at a good creative work. It's sort of a new thing, a mix of the sorta socially conscious comedies that Norman Lear and like Jim Brooks used to do in the 70s, (AITF, Taxi, WKRP, MTM, etc.) mixed with like the more campy ensemble comedies of later times, including like I guess Friends (even though I really dislike it) and the Big Bang Theory (despite most people finding it garbage)- so sorta like Will and Grace in the end or the Nanny (flawless connections)

The idea? A youth-oriented comedy set at a college/university in a city, with the main focus being a group of 8 friends, 6 of them neurodivergent, 2 neurotypical.

Since I'm autistic myself, it certainly helps give all this stuff proper cred where it belongs. I got three reasons for producing this potential idea- First of all, I feel that television is very much in terms of neurodivergent representation lacking. In America, for example, despite like up to a fifth of the nation being neurodivergent, they only got Atypical, TBBT, Young Sheldon and fricking the Good Doctor as their saving graces. Britain is quite a bit better at this, and in Canada, where I live, there's practically nothing there on television.

Secondly, where there IS representation, it's rather flawed, and a bit one note. For example, and using the Big Bang Theory again here, Sheldon's a neurotic genius who happens to be obnoxious, and while we do see some reason for this, it's not really expanded upon, and makes sympathy hard to reach.

Finally, the increasing lack of empathy and sheer discriminatory anger and derisiveness being launched at the neurodivergent community is certainly rather rough, and I highly suspect it comes from an extreme lack of cultural understanding and an extraordinary excess of stereotypes being overplayed and information being sorta misrepresented contextually. With shows like TBBT and The Good Doctor, they reinforce quite a few stereotypes here and there, and while semi progressive at times, they are far from what we should be striving for in terms of proper representation on network television.

I believe a new show that confronts all this head on, with proper grace and tact, could not only help the neurotypicals understand things from another perspective, but also ensure people who are autistic, have ADHD, are bipolar, have OCD and any other neurodivergent that they're seen, heard and understood.

Just a thought at the end of the day though- and it needs some serious development and help to go from a good concept to a real show thing with real potential.

So Tumblr, what do you think?

[hannahlovesluca]

Heyyaa!! I saw ur doing match ups and I always wanted to do this cuz I’m a curious person 😭 feel free to ignore this!!!

My name is chio/chi!! 

Pronouns are she/her :D

Sexuality: bi? Asexual? idk I’m not sure abt these things

Zodiac is a cancer!

I’m an intp- t 

Oshis are : selen tatsuki kotoka torahime luca kaneshiro Mysta rias 

My appearance : I’m like slightly dark and slightly like white in the middle idk how to describe it I’m sorry 😭 I have shoulder length messy black hair, VERY dark brown eyes with visible eye bags but it’s not that serious (maybe) 

Personality : I’m often describe or seen as a childish person since that’s the only thing I show but im a really sensitive but cold person I prefer to be straight forward and brutally honest which often leads to ppl saying I’m mean and harsh other than I’m quite loud and I get distracted very easily 

I love love loveee dogs and ducks THEY’RE SO CUTEEE AAAAA ( ´ ▽ ` ) , I like playing any games tbh except for horror game big no no , I do art , uhh I ea5 any food tbh except for vegetables bleh , sleeping is the best my friends and vocaloid songsss !! 

I hate self centered arrogant and obnoxious ppl or ppl who don’t think twice b4 they say stuff , bugs , ppl taking my stuff without perms, sunlight and interacting w ppl 

Love language (giving) : quality time i only give quality time to ppl i enjoy if I don’t like u I either ignore them or just avoid ik it sounds mean but I’m just tired and giving quality time takes my energy too (*´ー｀*) (I’m sorry 😭)

Love language (receiving) I love acts of services or physical touch they sound so nice like omg hugs r nice holding hands r nice i want them all dnjsjdjdjf

Thats all!!! 

I HOPE U GET BETTER SOON !!! 

thank you for being so loyal!! i often see you in my notifs :))

i pair you with…

Luca Kaneshiro!

hear me out…

• I KNOW THIS ISNT A BANNER BUT ITS SO CUTE I HAD TO USE IT

• again, this is a black cat x golden retriever trope

• i love opposites sm

• one who’s so extremely kind x brutally honest mm mm mm (not that you’re not kind, but yoy get what i’m implying)

• luca loves your black cat energy!!! and he also loves that you can kind of switch and be more dog-like sometimes!

• its a good balance and it makes his heart go 💥💥💥

• his love language is quality time and physical touch so do with that what you will

• as for hating more self centered people, THIS MAN IS THE OPPOSITE SO… just sayin

• oh my flip i love him

• if you’re a part of niji and u ask for collabs or for him to do backup vocals for a cover he’ll just 🫠🫠🫠

• imagine him being emotional support through a horror game 😭💟💟

• also when he got his puppy, he totally kept it a secret from u because he wanted to surprise you with a little “child” 💟💟

• he doesn’t necessarily want kids so this was a really big step for him and you should be so so proud of our big golden retriever :((

• when cuddling, if you bring up the irony that hes so soft w you when he’s supposed to be “mean” and “evil” he’ll pout so hard

• okay this is just turning into hcs what

• anyway, please for the love of god treat him so, so well <3

RUNNERS UP: Fulgur Ovid, Claude Clawmark

[loathsomescavenger]

Amongst my friends and family any recommendation I make on movies or books is treated with extreme suspicion. I tend to pick things that provoke very strong emotional responses, and I do understand that’s not everyone’s cup of tea. However, there was one case when I was a teenager that I definitely weaponized this preference.

When I was about 13 I got way into anime. My dad fell into the cliché of thinking anything animated automatically made it childish and would give me grief for watching that “kid shit.” Nothing serious mind you, he would rent anything I asked for and never seriously tried to stop me from watching it, but he would still tease me for it. Looking back it wasn’t totally unwarranted, I did go through that hyper-weeb phase and was probably obnoxious to deal with. But at the time I was deeply offended.

Now, no one has mastered the art of spite quite like a teenager who feels they’ve faced an injustice. After one too many snide comments I decided that I needed a fitting revenge. It wouldn’t be too difficult. My dad was a gruff spoken man, but he was also incredibly soft hearted. He was the type of man that if the dog whined by the truck to go for a ride, he would always cave. She loved it and he would feel guilty. And like any loving daughter, I was 100% going to use this against him. I had the perfect movie planned to make my point.

Had it perfectly planned out. Generally, he would putter around in the kitchen in the afternoons, but you could easily see the tv from the table. I planned my rental to make sure that he would be in the kitchen to hear everything. I even broke my normal “sub only” rule and made sure I had the dubbed version for him. I didn’t want him to miss anything. Plan in place, I innocently asked if he would mind if I used the tv to watch my movie.

“Is it more of that kid shit?”

“Yeah…but I’ve been really wanting to see this one.”

“Fine. I suppose you’ll outgrow it someday.”

“Thanks dad!”

All set up, and making sure that I picked a spot where he could still very clearly see the TV screen, I hit play on Grave of the Fireflies.

We spent the next 89 minutes watching two children starve to death in WWII Japan. As the credits rolled I turned to him, who was now sitting shell shocked and slightly misty eyed.

“Thanks for letting me watch my silly little cartoon dad!”

He never said another word to me about my tastes. But any movie I picked for the family was HEAVILY vetted after that.

[emphasisonthehomo]

Hi! I would like the director's cut of the tommy & allen conversation, i loved all the famous couples references (ik they had been divorced for a long time but it would have been hilarious to mention brangelina too, given their age). also your favourite part to write! Really, just talk about whatever and i am an happy person. Thank you!

I am doing the director's commentary differently than I used to, so it's just the commentary without the fic included.

The fic in question.

Anyways YES. Allen!

I wanted to give Tommy a friend, because there's gotta be someone to give Tommy shit at air support. Also from a narrative perspective, I wanted Tommy to be In The Process of being more open and out. He's out as gay now, but he is closeted as trans. And as a result there needs to be someone he's close to that knows about him being transgender, the fact that said person is also someone he works with makes it even better.

Allen knows Tommy well enough to pick up when he's sulking and being a sad sack about the date not going well. He also knows Tommy well enough to be Aware that Tommy is looking for something serious, hence the tease about Tommy's search for a whirlwind romance, etc etc. Allen is 100% one of the guys that Tommy goes to Karaoke trivia night with. I think Tommy has quite a few friends, but not very many that he's super close and open with. Allen is one of those friends for him. Frankly, Allen is Tommy's emergency contact.

In my head Allen is played by John Boyega with a mustache and the most obnoxious Southern California accent you've ever heard. He goes rollerblading on his days off with his beautiful wife.

Anyways, I was trying to think of some well known couples that are relatively mainstream. But I'm also not dialed into the cultural zeitgeist, so I wound up going with some that aren't the It Couples of 2024. Whatever. I figure they're well known enough that the reader isn't going to have to google who is who.

~

As for the scene I enjoyed writing the most, I do think it might be the scene where Tommy comes out and the lead up to it. Because it's so fucking ridiculous. It's extremely awkward, while also being kinda horny, because the entire time Buck does have Tommy pushed up against the inside of the front door.

Re: the date itself, I don't think Buck was necessarily expecting to get an invite to Tommy's place after. Howmever, I do think that Buck was over compensating a little bit during the date. He was trying to make sure that Tommy knew for sure that Buck was 'over' whatever hesitations he had for their first date. Buck speed ran his bisexual freak out. He's ready. So he was a little more forward than he would have been otherwise. He was certainly more forward with Tommy than he would have been with a woman.

But it all works out! Buck gets asked if he wants to go to Tommy's place! And the answer is yes, obviously. Evan's been thinking A Lot about sex with men, and A Lot about what Tommy might look like naked. Except Tommy wants to talk first. So Buck gets that whiplash of OH SHIT DID I MISREAD THIS SITUATION? oh oh good I didn't oH WAIT. WHAT?

Also re: Evan asking if Tommy's dick works like a "regular" dick. First of all that's the kind of question he'd ask. Also also once Buck realized that what he was feeling for Tommy was attraction, he of course did a deep internet porn dive. Which included watching a bunch of videos of dude's jorking it. And while he was browsing, one came up that was a post op trans dude having a fun time with a pump, which is why Buck brought it up. It's a recent thing he's seen, and he vaguely knows about it.

There may or may not be a Buck POV in the works. Shhhhhhhh.

[the-firebird69]

We have a couple announcements it's about this area

= There are a lot of people who are very rude obnoxious heinous evil and mean to our son and people having to do it so what we can't afford it. And our daughter is suffering and we can hear her and she's in trouble not bad but she feels bad. She needs to see a change and he says there are some changes that have happened and she's looking and there are and she sees it and she's going about her day and feeling better. We're going to have a decent time and he says you look like the Jersey girl from a distance they have bad eyes say and your look is about the same I think and she says you're probably right I was checking they said I'm a pretty girl in good sized but when you're a distance I look like I do and you're right I do look like that so she's happy.

- There's some other things happening with house arrest will not do and we're bringing charges whether you're forced into it or not these are serious charges. One of you are going to be under the gun. You're going to be facing charges and going to prison. Doing is being a lazy piece of crap the whole group and you're leaning on us so we took advantage of it but right now we need to stop you.

= There are a few other things going on mostly you're very hated by our people we do not want you around you seem to have caused a few problems you are completely abhorrently rude. We're finding out that you have no idea what you're doing in a lot of cases which makes it a little worse so we're coming in to straighten it out.

- They also understand that you're extremely rude on purpose I'm going to feed you your head and you will regret it. You notice you're having problems with what's happening and a lot of people do but boy it took a long time for you to notice that we are going to go after you for it.

= We are now in charge of several larger areas in the Midwest that were fully evacuated yes they're in the S they are cities there are three of them a lot of people are saying to burn it down it's a disaster and I heard a sun say you can't do that it wasn't us saying it. We are gonna keep them open.

- There's huge things happening tonight all over the world they are starting to heat up we will announce what's going on momentarily. We have a lot of special projects that are going to start up this week we're going to announce them one by one and they will begin the cities are going to be cleaned up and we will move the manufacturing facilities no there's no need to it's in the middle and you can't get there pretty soon and only by airplane or by allowed vehicle traffic most vehicle traffic will be stopped. So you'll have a meeting and it's a big one it really only important meetings even one factory is important enough and you drive in with a few thousand people and that's it.

more shortly

Thor Freya

Olympus

[wittynameme]

Okay so this one's incredibly specific from a story that I'm writing in my head.

Hung in the church is a painting of a knight slaying a dragon

A was treated like a monster by the townspeople A's whole life and has a bitter hatred towards the head religion of the town. Secretly internalizes the cruel jeering of the town and believes themself unworthy of love, or nobody safe enough to love A. On more than one occasion people have tried to warm up to A but A realizes too late that they were just trying to convert A to the religion and use their marriage to steal A's hoard of gold...oh did I forget to mention A is a hot dragonoid?B is a devotee of the religion of the highest order of the land, a virtual angel who was sent on a holy mission to put an end to the disturbance of the town. They tell him to kill the dragon.

They realize that the world around them was spun from generations of complex misunderstandings and form a tight bond as they go on a campaign to discover what really happened and make the world a better place as B has set out to do.

B has serious daddy issues, Bs dad is a dragon slayer. He has a complex where he tries to be as nice as possible to try and "make up" for looking just like his dad. He tries to fight inequality from inside the system and doesn't seem to understand any issues with that . A will not hesitate for even a moment to correct him on this.

For like 4 seasons (including one where they go on a pirate ship and have a whole pirate story arc) their dynamic is the optimist and the nihilist working together for a shared goal. A comes out of their scales and B forms a more complex perspective of the other side of the wall.

(I was planning on just keeping them like this because I genuinely hate forced romance, well oops)

It breaks his heart to realize she's been such a fool and overcompinsates twice as hard. Eventually burning himself out.

A always event hard on B because A truly never thought that his near endless rays of obnoxious sunshine could go out. A feels horrible and shuts down, blaming themselves for breaking their prescious source of glowing warmth.

A becomes overly agreeable and enabling of B in hopes it will bring his spark back, thinking themselves and their constant badgering and putting down the course corrosion that works away at him. A's not entirely wrong, but their approach is completely misguided by conditioning saying that a dragon is only compatible with agreeable society if they are a docile pet.

B doesn't need doting . He needs A more then ever now and instead of helping A shut down. The sudden personality change terrifying him as this was exactly what he was trying to avoid by enabling A to express themselves even to extremes. He's reminded of his mother.

They eventually get over it but the world is slightly dimmer now. As the sun has been overcast and the pessimistic dragon will never change.

A has crippling paranoia and is hurt too deeply to handle a relationship

B is hands over heels in love with her but understands that A will take any approach as some kinda trick, and he doesn't blame A one bit for this. He also has a handy helping of purity culture guilt that prevents him from acknowledging or fully understanding his feelings.

A and B are just friends to spite eventually doing all the things a couple does. They don't notice because it all happened so fast and so authentically and smoothly and all these events on the "they're in love" checklist (which A denounces the entire concept of) happened spaced apart between acts of sacrifices and near deaths that leave both of them shellshocked and unhealthily dependant on each other. They never stopped to look back and put it all together. Even if they did they'd have no other word for these repressed feelings other than "very close friends out of nessesity".

Through a combination of the world conspiring against them B is pressured to Merry by his horrible mother and is about to be wed to a beautiful but indescribable stranger to carry on his "proud lineage". As stress (and his unhealthy relationship with A) is wearing him down and the time is slowly running out he rolls over in his bed which at some point he started sharing with A (As cold blooded and was freezing to death) and realized he can't imagine being without A and proposes. Both of them were not emotionally prepared enough for marriage but they both don't know that because both of them don't know what the signs of relationship burnout is and blame themselves, playing the roll of happy domestic couple to try to prove to themselves that they're fine. Both of them can't tell the difference between being desperate and touch starved and being in love.

A once again realizing that maybe they messed up by pushing B away feels guilty and tries to offer him their body. Thinking that this is what he'd want. He does not , he might actually be asexual but he doesn't know and now thinks that this is what A wants.

They try , they both have a massive panic attack after which A is completely emotionally detached and B is the one left to do the aftercare for both of them

Both of them are told by their peers completely different and contradictory things about how love is supposed to feel that constantly lead to them bickering. They are living in the same house and hold no contempt for the other , no , they desperately need each other, but neither of them can approach the other anymore.

They desperately fight off any signs off their relationship falling apart while scrambling to put up more scaffolding of a home that was never on a sound foundation to begin with.

At some point through all this they actually did fall in love with each other...at least they think so.

Hung in the church is a painting of a knight slaying a dragon.

[ch4nb4ng]

Evil Roommate

pairing: leeknow x afab!reader, roommates enemies to lovers

warnings: softdom!lino, cheating (mentioned), making out, grinding, oral (f receiving), fingering penetration, cum play (?), praise

requested : yes!

word count 6.2k

summary: the new roommate was a handful. lazy, disrespectful, arrogant, and a whole bunch of other negative things. but wow, you were sexually frustrated and he, well, attractive, was an understatement.

“Can you actually like, wash your kitchen utensils when you're done using them?”

The amount of huffing and puffing you have heard from your new roommate in the past two weeks was ridiculous. If you had a dollar for every time he had gone against anything you had politely asked for, you would be rich by now, and definitely stable enough to move out and away from him.

“I will,” he mumbled, mouth stuffed with half of the carrot he was chewing on, very loudly, “can I not enjoy my food first?”

“No,” you replied without hesitation, giving the fakest of smiles in return, “you should do it before you eat.”

Another eye roll from Minho was like water off a duck’s back.

“I'd also appreciate it if you didn’t talk to me with your mouth full of food either.”

“What the fuck is your problem?”

You coughed, turning on your hills to face a very unimpressed roommate. His stare was eye shattering. Yes, he was very, no, extremely good looking. However, every single thing that made up his personality could not be more different to you. Sloppy, messy, lazy. Took no responsibility for any of his actions, especially the high pitch noises (that obviously were not his) you would hear from his room in the early hours of the morning. You would pinch your pillow together, praying extremely hard that the noise would stop, and by the time it did, you would get maybe 2, 3 hours of sleep. College was becoming tiring, not only from staying up to complete assessments, but the lewd noises you could hear from at least 2 people in his room. Your blunt attitude towards Minho’s unhygienic and disrespectful habits were definitely justified.

“What are you talking about?”

“Why do you nitpick everything I do?”

Your jaw dropped, completely dumbfounded.

“Me? Nitpicking you? Please,” you scoffed, “you don't clean up after yourself ever, you leave your dirty clothes everywhere, and don't even get me started on the fact that I barely get any sleep because of your wild sex adventures with other people that occur almost every weeknight, when you know I have to wake up early to go to class next day.”

A combination of frustration and exhaustion could be heard through the harshness of each breath. The smirk that appeared on his face was absolutely punch worthy. What on earth was there to be so cocky of?

“My wild sex adventures,” he paused taking a bite of the dreaded carrot, “please, tell me more about my wild sex adventures.”

His tongue was now obviously pressed against his cheek, a devil coated smile still very apparent on his face. The longer he was looking at you like that, the hotter your cheeks became. Pure anger began to course through you; all he had to do was sit there and look pretty. It was definitely enough for you to get the green light to slap him across the face.

“Shut the fuck up,” you hissed, “I don’t need to explain how I can hear them moaning your name every night, or the banging I hear from wall to-”

“Hmm,” he hummed, “you seem to be listening very well.”

Distracted by your anger for a brief moment, you gasped suddenly, feeling Minho’s fingertips at your sides. You turned around, swatting his hands away, giving him that slap that you felt you had earned across the face.

“Who the fuck said you could touch me?

“Did you just fucking slap me?”

“Yes I fucking did,” you spat, “what do you take me for?”

“You know what you’re right, but you walk around here with a stick up your ass. I hear you on the phone to your friends, complaining about how you don't get any action from anyone.”

You stood there in disbelief. “So you’ve been eavesdropping on my convos as well?”

“Well it’s kind of hard not to hear, you know, the walls in this house are kind of thin.”

Your jaw clenched, his eyebrows furrowed, the conversation was at a stand still.

“Can you get to the point please?”

“I sure can sweetheart,” the name sending a shiver down your spine, “if you're that sexually frustrated, go and do something about it instead of taking it out on me?”

A laugh that you didn't even know you were capable of bellowed from your chest. You stumbled back, grabbing onto stool behind the bench for support.

“Me? Sexually frustrated? Please,” you huffed, “I’m not sexually frustrated, and it definitely has nothing to do with you.”

Another scoff escaped your lips as you shuffled back to your room. Closing the door behind you, a heavy sigh came from your chest as you sat on the edge of your bed. How on earth was he able to read you like that? So well and so accurate? It was all you could think about, not to mention the fact that it was also night time simultaneously.

You let your body fall onto your bed sheets. The feeling of restlessness was consuming your body. As you crawled into bed, you looked straight into the ceiling. Why were you thinking about his words so much? Were you really taking it out on him? You shook your head, mentally slapping yourself for even considering the thought.

Minho was a lazy slob who was extremely inconsiderate of others, especially you. But why was the thought of his fingers on your sides becoming the main source of agitation.? The silence of your thoughts was deafening, but they were easily interrupted as soon as you heard the door open, a high pitched voice followed what felt like the most ludicrous creek you had ever heard. ‘I should really put some oil on the door huh?’ You paused for a couple of seconds, this time physically face palming yourself for the dumb excuse you had made to see who he had decided to bring over to accompany him tonight. Legs completely ignoring your brain, you were out of bed, hand twisting the knob and peeking a look at the poor girl that would be subjected to Minho’s torture tonight. Tip toeing out of the doorway, you kept the weight of a feather on your toes, making yourself as invisible as possible.

“Y/n?”

Your pink panther stance of attempted deception looked utterly ridiculous and not sly at all was extremely confusing to the two. You quickly relaxed into a normal stance, the fakest of smiles coming across your face as you see who it is he brought home to have his way with.

“Chaeyeon… heyyy,” you lingered, “I didn’t know you were coming over.”

You would have been happy with literally anyone else. But Chaeyeon? Chaeyeon? It’s like she was your number one arch rival. Minho knew how much you hated her, yet he still let her come over. Everything about her you could not stand, not to mention the fact that she home wrecked your last serious relationship. Even though it was a while ago, you can forgive but not forget, her face being a constant reminder of your hurtful past.

“Oh hey Y/N,” she almost signed, her amount of excitement to see you matching yours, “I didn’t know you lived here.”

The arm he had around her waist made you sick.

“There’s a lot of things you don't know about me,” you mumbled, foot swaying back and forth, eyes focused on said foot.

“Okay, so you guys have had a little reunion,” Minho interrupted. Anything would have been better to break the awkward silence than his sarcastic comments, “we’re gonna go to my room now.”

“NO!” you interjected, covering the hallway with every bit of your being, “I mean, what’s the rush huh? Changbin is coming over as well.”

You paused, Minho’s face clearly cussing you out if yelling was inappropriate at this current moment.

“Uh no thanks Y/N-”

“We should all hang out!”

The excitement coming from your voice was so inauthentic, it was hard to miss.

“Yeah! Let’s all hang out,” you walked behind them, placing a hand on each of their backs and you hurried them to the couch, “I’ll get some beers in the fridge.”

“I actually only drink vodka,” Chaeyeon yawns, obnoxiously twirling her hair, her other hand aggravatingly high on his thigh.

“Oh that’s totally fine,” you gritted through tightly clenched teeth, “we have a bottle in the fridge, I’ll grab that for you as well.”

You scuffled back over to the fridge, mentally cursing yourself as you grabbed the necessary beverages. The confusion you were giving yourself about why you were putting in so much effort to spend time with the two people you literally hated more than anything was mind baffling

“So,” you began again, passing a Corona to Minho, a glass to Chaeyeon, “how have you been finding your course so far?”

You sat the Smirnoff and Orange juice on the table. Yes, you were being nice, but not nice enough to pour the drink for this bitch.

“Oh it was so great,” she smiled, “Jisung and I were living together, it was, well, a dream really.”

The feeling of your nails became prominent in your fists as your fingers caved in. The mention of his name was enough to make you see red, let alone the idea of them being happily together. The itch of your eye begging to roll was becoming too prominent, so much that you had to get up and walk away for a second. You stood up abruptly, confusion etched into Minho’s features. You didn’t want to make this a big deal, but the fact that she continued to gloat about it, long after you stopped listening was enough to reach your breaking point.

“I think I heard my phone ringing from my room, it must be Changbin.”

“I don't think I hear anything,” Minho smirked, plastering his lips on the edge of the bottle. The way his lips wrapped around the tip of the warm glass was something you ‘accidentally’ became fixated on. You puffed your cheeks, storming to your room and somewhat aggressively shutting the door behind you. Scrambling for your phone on the bedside table, you panicked, unclear mind as you scrolled through your phone contacts. You paused, an inducing amount of oxygen filling up your lungs. It did little to calm the irritated tingling sensation in your fingers.

Changbin’s name had finally popped up on your phone after what had felt like a lifetime.

“Hello?”

His voice was husky, guilt panging your chest as you realsied you had probably woken him up from his not very often deep slumber.

“Changbin,” you gasped, “you know how much I love you right?”

“What do you need me to do?”

You snickered at his words. He had been your friend for too long to know that those words would never be said unless you needed something.

“Can you come over,” you pleaded, “Chaeyeon is here with Minho because he invited her over late at night, and I told them you were coming over?”

“Jesus Y/n,” Changbin sighed, a playful chuckle tickling your cheek, “so you want me to come over and make Minho jealous?”

“Wait no wtf,” you jumbled, “make Minho jealous? I just want you to flirt with me and Chaeyeon so she leaves.”

“Mhm yeah,” he chuckled once more, voice laced with sarcasm as he spoke, “I’ll come over, but if you don't sleep with him by the end of the night, I’m gonna be extremely disappointed.”

“Yeah okay whatever just get your ass over here now.”

And with that you abruptly ended the phone call, Changbin giving you no peace of mind. Were you this easy to read by everybody? A frustrated sigh exploded from your chest. The games your head and your heart were playing with were helping you come to no resolution. You sat on your bed, thoughts were running crazy. Now would be a really great time to just put on Netflix and curl into bed, have some snacks and fall asleep, chip trail on ur chest to be found in the morning.

You were interrupted by the very loud knock on the door. Sprinting like your life depended on it, you were relieved. Seeing Changbin’s face had never before given you so much joy.

“Changbin,” you shouted, wrapping your arms around him in a tight embrace.

“Y/n what are you doing-”

“Shut up and go along with it,” you mumbled into his chest, letting up, but still keeping your body tightly wounded against his. Minho’s jaw became clenched, or were you just imagining things?

Regardless of what it was, your brain quickly shifted to the way Chaeyeon was eyeing Changbin up and down, almost like it was the first time she had ever seen an attractive male. ‘She definitely wasn’t looking at Minho like that when he walked in’ you thought, an unconscious smirk coming to mouth. You bit down on your bottom lip, an extremely poor attempt at masking the satisfaction of your goal being achieved so easily. One step closer to kicking her out, for good, because there was no way you weren’t talking to Minho after this about making an explicit declaration of her abandonment from this house.

“Minho,” he smiled, earning a nod, “Chaeyeon,” he smirked, an almost gag spilling out of your mouth.

“Changbin,” she followed, repeating his smirk, “long time no see.”

She gulped, engulfing a large sip of alcohol into her wicked mouth.

“Let’s play a game!”

“A game,” you questioned, raising an eyebrow, “why would we play-”

“I think that’s a great idea!”

You turned to look at him, a puzzled expression still very apparent on your facial features.

“Get the vodka out from the fridge, and let’s get started.”

***

Two bottles of vodka down, and what looked like 8 bottles of Corona sitting empty on the table, the games that were being played were becoming more difficult to comprehend. Sound of giggle and laughter constantly filled the room as everyone slowly began to lose their minds to the intoxication.

“O-okay, never have I e-ever, done a sexual act in public.”

Filters of chuckles and laughter filled the room as everyone, but you took a sip.

“What?” she asked, offering you her fake sympathy, “you’ve never done anything like that before?”

“I-I mean,” you stuttered, the look of confusion was evident, “I don’t think I have-”

“Yes you have.”

All eyes were snapped open and pressing into Minho’s skull as he began to converse.

“Pfft, no I have not,” you scoffed, taking another swig. An eye roll left came from Minho, followed by a sound of what seemed to be disgust as he shot gunned his current bottle.

“Yes you have,” he nagged, playfully hitting your shoulder, “I saw you.”

Complete silence fell over the room as he words lingered in the air. You genuinely had no idea what he was talking about.The feeling of the room had suddenly changed. His eyes became soft, fixated on nothing but the way your body slumped against the rough material of the couch.

Your mind began to drift. Thoughts floating into earlier scenes of the night. The closeness of his breath fanning your neck ever so softly, palms spread across your hips. The idea of marks on you swimming into your head. God that would feel so good. Letting him grab you and throw you onto his bed. Climbing up your frame, starting from the bottom of your legs, keeping a tight grip on your inner thighs. The feeling of faint lips stealing every inch of your being, tantalisingly hitting every, single, spot, finally reaching your-

“Y/N? Y/N!”

The feeling of Changbin's shaking your shoulders definitely brought you back to reality. His hands did feel nice, but they weren’t the ones you were longing for. Your head was thrown back, disbelief filling you as your mind continued to fill the gutter.

“When?”

As you moved closer, you giggled, placing your finger tip across his knee. You let them dance, index fingers tapping away at the skin you so desperately wanted to see in this moment.

“Mr. Lee Minho, when did you see me?”

“I’m not saying it here in front of-”

“Who? Chaeyeon?”

Your prowling continued, bodies even closer as you slowly began to climb him like an inanimate object. This would have been completely awkward sober. Nothing about this was romantic in the slightest. To an outsider, or Changbin and Chaeyeon, you were right there, situated across Minho’s lap. It wasn’t quite a straddle, it was just something. They both stayed quiet, paying little attention to your animalistic act, already focused on feeling each other up. Or so you assumed, seeing as they didn’t say anything. All that was heard was the sound of the front door. You snapped your head for a quick moment, eyes scanning the emptiness the room suddenly felt.

“It was in the car.”

Minho’s words felt heavy, like he had more to say.

“The car?”

You were taken aback, face moving away from the closeness of his. Part of your brain clicked, remembering exactly what he was talking about. With Jisung. The memory of hurt was quickly forgotten as the feeling of Minho’s palms spread across your body was bringing you to life. The adrenaline came all at once. Your mind was telling you to move away, but your body was saying something else, affirming it’s position.

Minho was leaning in, barely any spaces between the two as his fingertips began to spread lower and lower, firmly gripping either side of your ass as he moved you closer. A helpless whimper escaped your lips as you felt your legs tighten, heat running down to your core, quickly. What the fuck was happening right now?

“You were on top of him,” he whispered, pulling your hips against him once more, “just like this.”

“F-fuck,” was all that managed to slip out of your lips. This was becoming difficult. So difficult to say no and move away. You knew it was the right thing to do. Things would just be awkward and you could go back to hating him. No matter how much you tried, how much you wanted to, you were powerless. Every fiber of your being was being given up to him. You leaned in closer, foreheads now touching as you looked at him. His gaze was anything but lacklustre as his jaw became tense. His body began to ache simultaneously with yours. The pressure was becoming too much.

“Do you want this?”

“What?”

A small whine escaped you at the loss of his tips gripping your body. They quickly made their way to either side of your face. Your body began to rock back and forth on it’s own. You had become desperate for any sort of friction that you could create.

“I said, do you want this?”

“Do you?”

His expression made you nervous. It was hard to read. All you could see was the black substance of his pupils enlarge, increasing in diameter by the second. Almost like a supernatural being was possessing him.

“Fuck,” you grunted, wrapping your hands around his neck to steady yourself on top of him, “you’re making it hard to say no.”

Things were already becoming hazy the longer you stayed. A huff of frustration came from him as he was giving all his effort not to give into the way you were rubbing your dampening heat against him. It was like a drug he could not refuse.

“Kiss me if you want me.”

He huffed, the edge of his lips just barely brushing against the tip of your nose.

“Kiss me, and give me the green light.”

You waited a moment, any part of your brain that wasn't concentrated solely on his palms digging into your sides trying to reason. You looked at him once more. His eyes, nose, lips. His lips.

“Fuck it.”

He was quick to work, pushing you down to lie flat against the couch. A small kiss to your lips was felt as he pulled away, lifting his arms up and throwing his shirt to the floor at Usain Bolt pace. The smirk on your face was too easy for him not to see.

“You like what you fucking see don’t you?”

“Just shut the fuck up and kiss me.”

Of course. Of course he was still that arrogant cocky motherfucker that you could not stand. The one who never cleaned up after himself. Or took too long in the shower for the hot water to run out. All of these evil perceptions you had of your roommate were disappearing as his lips were gently placed onto yours. It was a little too slow for your liking, but it was deep. Boy, was it deep. Each movement of his tongue was made with so much precision as he lowered himself onto you. His thighs were clenched, a soft groan could be heard against his lips as his groin pressed into you. Holy fuck, were you really doing this? It was so wrong. Everything in the world was saying to stop, stop this.

“Mm- wait,” you paused your hands on his chest to push him away, “wait.”

A flash of panic waved over his eyes as he quickly jumped off of you, face palming the floor.

“What’s wrong? Did I do something wrong? Did I hurt you? Are you-”

“I’m fine,” you interjected, giggling at the never been seen care and caution he had for you, “I just don’t think we should do this.”

“Oh,” was all he could say. You kept your gaze lowered; looking at him would have made you feel so guilty. The feeling of regret started to seep into your bones, but you couldn't tell: was it regret of this ever happening, or was it regret from stopping? Your head was too muddled to even attempt to comprehend what had just appended. The only sound that could be heard was your scuffed footsteps, quickly pacing back to your room and shutting the door, hard. The loudest sigh known to earth could be heard on the opposite side of the room as you let your body collapse. The ache between your legs was growing by the second; and as much as you tried to suppress the feeling of Minho’s lips on yours, fingertips dragging along your sides. No. It was much easier this way. Setting boundaries as roommates seemed to be a better idea for the long run.

But the long run was boring. You would both have to pretend that this never happened. Having other people over for sexual purposes would just be awkward now; the more you thought about it, the realisation, and the jealousy hit that you had already crossed said boundary. And maybe that’s why your feet had dragged you to the front of his bedroom door. How the fuck did you get here? You brought your knuckles to the wooden frame, door becoming slightly ajar as you gently knocked. Minho’s snapped his head around, covering himself quickly as you walked in. You cocked your eyebrow, a face of confusion apparent on your face.

“What are you doing?”

“Nothing,” he huffed, turning back to his previous position, “what do you want?”

You wanted to just walk out. Mind your business and just leave. But it was hard, quite literally. The imprint of what you assumed to be Minho’s naked lower half painfully pressing into the sheer sheets that was covering him. He paid you no more attention, giving you all the power to initiate whatever it is you wanted to initiate. You slowly crept in beside him, nuzzling your head into the back of his neck as he groaned in annoyance.

“Y/n, what the fuck are you doing in my bed?”

“Hmm, I think I changed my mind,” you whispered, reaching around to grab him. A blunt hiss escaped Minho’s lips as your action made him turn around. He was so close to you now. So close that you could feel his breath spreading across your left cheek.

“Are you being serious right now?”

The look on his face was unimpressed to say the least.

“Yeah, I mean,” your voice was calm as your hand began to take flight, sliding down to the base of his shaft, “we’ve already crossed the line, let’s go a little further.”

“Oh yeah?” His voice was dripping with sarcasm. He grabbed you by the wrist that was currently on him, pulling it away and climbing on top of you. Both hands now leaving his side, securely attached onto both wrists as he pinned them down above your head. Nose clumsily tickling yours as he reattached his lips to yours. The feeling of his lips was much softer and calmer than before, almost like he was protecting you. Wanting to keep the moment so delicate, though the way his bare hips involuntarily grinding against your clothed core was far from it. A soft whimper came from your lips, vibrating against his. A soft chuckle was heard from Minho as he pulled away; it made you nervous. To be more specific, the way that arrogant, mischievous smirk that you knew all too well was spread across his face.

“You’re so responsive to me,” he growled, quickly planting another one on your lips before sliding down to your jaw, then your neck, stopping at your chest. Nothing needed to be said as you quickly discarded your shirt, silently thanking your past self for not wearing any underneath. Minho situated himself in front of your now bare chest, waist sitting against your heart as he took one nipple into his mouth, fingers enclosing around the other. A loud whine left your lips, back arching in reaction to him. He looked up, satisfied filling his body as you weren’t able to return his gaze, head already rolled all the way back as he continued his playful assault.

“It’s so cute,” he mumbled between kisses, “so responsive and I’ve barely done anything.”

His lips travelled down the center of your stomach, dipping dangerously closer to where you wanted him most. His continuous rhythm between kisses was immaculate. Any of the incoherent sounds you made, or the crude remarks he made were left unsaid.

“Fuck,” you hissed, painfully throbbing at the way Minho played with the waistband of your panties.

“Not fun to be teased y/n,’ he paused, making sure you were looking at him, “is it.”

A pang of guilt hit your chest for a moment. I mean, it’s not like you did it on purpose, right?

“Minho I’m-”

“Save it,” he scoffs, “whether you did it on purpose, or not, I’m not gonna let you have it so easily.”

His fingers stopped their performance across your hips, continuing a little lower than before. The smirk came to his lips once more, index finger running down your slit. The friction was fierce, but not fierce enough. You wanted, no, you needed more. All he could do was smile at your mercy.

“So fun to tease darling, but you’re gonna have to be more vocal if you want these panties off.”

“Minho please,” you whined, “for fucks sake.”

You bucked your hips forward, desperate for any more contact from the bare minimum he was giving you.

“That doesn’t sound very nice to me.”

“Minho please, please, please,” you whispered, voice becoming super weak, “fuck me, or finger me, anything please, I need to feel you.”

“Now that’s more like it,” he smiled, finally pulling your panties down. You have never lifted your hips faster in your life. The vulnerability of your naked body was somewhat confronting, but your brain was so fogged out from the immense teasing, you cared little.

“Fuck,” he gasped, spreading you effortlessly with two fingers, “you’re so wet for me, aren't you?”

The heat in your cheeks rose as you became embarrassed at his words. Minho didn’t know this, but feeling humiliated was something that could make you cum on the spot. Words intended for insult went through your ears and straight down to the core, the heat becoming like an intense fire igniting in your body as one of his hands moved along your inner thigh, the other gently beginning to circle around where you needed him most.

“Oh my god,” you gasped, “oh my god Minho please, more.” Your voice was becoming needier by the second, but the longer it went on, the less you seemed to care. His tongue was now a factor coming into play, small kitty licks lapping your clit at a suddenly fast pace. Your legs are already trembling, but Minho does more to appease, hooking his arms under and around your thighs to stop the flustered look on your face. It was confronting how quickly he was getting you to your high.

“Please,” you sighed, eyes hazed as you attempted to look down at the way his tongue was on you. The combination of him sucking on your clit, then pushing it through your entrance almost made you scream. However, the noises that came from your mouth were small, heavy pants, progressively getting louder and louder the tighter the knot in your stomach became.

“Do you wanna cum princess?” His voice was whiny, mocking the tone you had used earlier. You nodded ferociously, knowing any attempt to speak would come out horse or just broken.

“Such a good girl,” he purred, replacing his tongue with two fingers, “but if you want to cum, you’re gonna have to beg for it once more.”

“You’re such a fucking dick,” you groaned, an attempt of grinding your center onto Minho’s fingers failing miserably, “you’re being so unfair.”

“I’m unfair?” he scoffed, beginning his digits back to a bare minimum pace, “you’re the one

who was teasing me all night. I know Changbin is like, your best friend so there was no chance you were bringing him back to fuck him. Then you start to kiss me, hard and fast may I add, AND THEN ! you aren’t sure and you leave me to pretend like nothing happened.”

There was no witty comeback you could say in response because he was right. You were the one who has done the teasing for most of the night.

“You looked so fucked out right now baby,” his tone coming back to a calming medium, “begging for me to make you cum, which I can do right now,” he paused, climbing back to your side, lifting your left leg to continue his easy access to ur clit, “or you can beg even more to have my cock inside of you. The choice is yours.” You swallowed, hard. How could he say something so filthy? Out of all the times you had heard him bring other girls over, he would never talk like this. It was always so nice and calm, full of praise and compassion. Maybe they didn’t act like cock teases and let him just have what he wanted.

“C-cock,” you mumbled, pushing your backside against his now pulsating cock, “please give your cock sir.”

“Ooo sir, I like that one, but you’re gonna have to do more if you want me to fill you up princess.”

Words were becoming extremely hard to not only facilitate in your mind, but put them on your tongue and get out to him. He knew this. He knew your were on the brink of collapsing in cum, but the torture was too entertaining for him nonetheless. Although you're frustrated with him was increasing, you couldn’t lie to yourself that the way he was using you like a sex toy was turning you on. After being up his ass so long with rules around the house and how you wanted things done, it was nice to finally let go. Submit to his rules instead of yours.

“P-please Minho, sir’ you panted, head turning to look at the sadistic face of enjoyment he was having from this, “I’ll do anything, a-anything to have your cock inside of me right now.”

“Anything?”

“Anything.”

“Okay then tomorrow morning, you have to make me breakfast, AND wash my dishes.”

“Seriously,” you panted, “that’s what you're thinking about right now?”

“You said anything.” He shrugged, suddenly taking his fingers away from your dripping core. A gasp of disappointment came to your lips at the loss of delicious contact. Minho sat up, ducking under your leg, and positioning himself right back to where he was previously. However, this time, he was on his knees. Although you were touching it before, you really hadn't had a chance to look at how big it was: way more than what you expected. He stroked himself a couple of times, making sure not to get carried away with himself before he pushed it between your folds, letting his pre-cum mix with your juices. He slowly descended into you. Jaws dropping simultaneously, you gasped. The way he was stretching you out did burn a little bit, but once he was fully inside, your eyes rolled to the back of your head. Minho waited until the look of slight discomfort faded from your features.

“Are you okay?”

You nodded, biting down on your bottom lip and he slowly pulled himself back out. He kept a consistent, yet slow pace as leaned in closer to you. He was now hovering over, letting his face become buried into the middle of your breasts. The feeling was so immaculate, you were desperate to cling onto something for support.

“Dig them into me,” he groaned, strangling his vocal cords, “dig your nails into my back and scratch me like your life fucking depends on it.”

Perfect. You did as he pleased, a loud moan of his name wrestling from your lips as you felt the red marks appear on his backside. The pressure from before was already building in your stomach again, and he could tell. The way you were super tight for him was one, but the way you were now clenching around him was another. He knew he wouldn’t last much longer if you kept doing that.

“Fuck,” was all you could manage to say, a deep grin plastered on his face.

“You’re close aren't you,” he cooed, attaching his lips to your neck, “talk to me baby, tell me what you're feeling.

“Mhm, yeah, fuck I’m so close baby. H-Harder.”

The pitch of your tone was becoming whinier by the second. To add to that, the way you became confused, as if Minho was a vampire, because the way he was sucking on your neck was kind of painful. Nevertheless, you relished in it, knowing too well that a very, very dark mark would replace his mouth. The idea of him showing his possession of you, knowing that he finally won you over did not make you happy, nonetheless, you were too fucked out to care.

Your legs were now pushed all the way back, pace fastening by the minute, allowing Minho to push even deeper into you. And that was it. Right there, the spot you had never even known was even there.

“Ah fuck!” Your moan was loud this time, completely unable to control anything. The smirk, in combination with the satisfied growl that left his lips was a face of pure ecstasy as he realised that he had finally hit your G-spot.

“Fuck that feels so fucking good,” Minho grumbled, “are you close? Because I think I’m gonna cum.”

It was like your stomach was an orchestra. Minho’s words were the conductor, completely controlling how close you were to your release.

“Y-yes,” you cried, “I’m gonna cum so hard right now.”

“You wanna cum baby?”

“Yeah.”

“You wanna cum right now?”

“Yes baby,” you pouted, a perplexity of sounds escaping your lips, completely out of your control.

“Cum on my cock princess,” Minho whispered through what sounded to be like pained groans, “be a good girl and cum with me inside of you.”

And there it was, like it was on queue as your body completely flopped, legs shaking and a string of lewd curse words fell from your lips. The way your pussy clenched around him was enough to make him pull out, spilling into the dip of your stomach. A loud breath of what seemed to be exhaustion fell from his lips. Your eyes were previously screwed so shut, it hurt when you opened them again, sensitive to the light.

“Fuck,” you both cursed simultaneously, making one another giggle. Minho fell to your left side, flat on his back as he invited you to scooch over next to him. Face pressed against his chest, fingers playfully dragging up and down his torso. For some reason, he felt so safe and secure at this moment. Almost forgetting how he literally just fucked you into oblivion, your eyelids become heavy. It wasn’t until Minho spoke that you were revived from your alternate state of consciousness once more.

“I didn’t know you had it in you.” His voice sounded genuinely surprised, unsure if you should be offended or not. You looked up at him, quickly pressing a kiss to his cheek. He wasn’t sure how to react, but the dark shade tinting his face right now said enough.

“Please,” you scoffed, “You did me good, but was that the best you can do?”

He ran his tongue across his bottom lip, but down on it after, “Is that a challenge?”

You said nothing, instead sitting up and pushing your legs on either side of his hips. A soft moan escaped his lips as he felt your still dripping heat sitting on the base of him.

“Why don’t you find out and see?”

[monstersinthecosmos]

I have sort of a policy not to publish too much fandom wank but I got an anon I want to address; I hope you know who you are! I just wanna say a couple things about it.

TWO THINGS CAN BOTH BE TRUE AT ONCE:

It is responsible to curate your social media experience, and you should block/mute blogs who make you uncomfortable for your own safety. If anyone wants to block me because they don’t like stuff that I write or ship or post about, please feel free! I don’t care, I’m trying to have a fun time and I want everyone else to have a fun time, and your fun time might mean staying away from me. I respect that 100%! I am an adult, I know that not everyone is going to like me. It is okay!!!!

Fandom antis are notoriously conservatives & radfems/TERFs who are not creative and have nothing to contribute to their fandoms aside from negativity and their own attention seeking. It’s one thing to spread information about a genuinely dangerous person who causes actual harm to real people, and another thing to posture & grandstand about your superior morals while you try to condemn people for thought crimes.

To answer your question: [TLDR] Antis are a cult.

I wrote a post about this last summer too, about the general vibe on Tumblr and how the echochamber of sensitive conservatives and teens trapped unknowingly in the TERF pipeline has contributed really negatively to the fandom experience here, especially after Tumblr banned adult content and effectively drove adults away. (Not to mention heavily queer & sex-positive adults, and sex workers, and NSFW artists, etc). I think some people who stayed saw it as sort of a win for their holy war and it unfortunately made them even more obnoxious. And like if Tumblr wants to be that space for fandom conservatives & respectability politics, cool! Have fun. It’s just also unfortunate that the corporatization of the internet is pushing transgressive independent content to weirder and weirder corners and destroying our communities over and over. Fingers crossed we find a better home soon.

I’ve seen the thing you mentioned and I’m not bothered by it. I think it’s worth questioning the sincerity of these people’s beliefs when you find them in the wild, though, like for example if someone posts that I’m a dangerous creep, I wonder if that person has a history of targeted & vicious harassment and borderline stalking to try to find receipts of my being a dangerous creep. At some point, I gotta ask: Which one of us is actually the fuckign creep here lmfao

 I would also ask how often the fandom police claim to be paragons of empathy and morality whilst simultaneously dogpiling people they don’t like and weaponizing ableism and queerphobia to do it. It might be worth it to ask how often one’s mask slips and how quickly they devolve into making serious real life accusations against people for something as ridiculous as a difference of opinion about a TV show. I’d ask if the most vitriolic, nasty, self-superior antagonists in a fandom realize that their AO3 bookmarks & Twitter likes are public and we know that they like noncon as much as everyone else.

Everyone is welcome to block & mute as needed and everyone SHOULD. It is YOUR responsibility to take care of yourself online, this is extremely basic internet safety and entry level maturity. If an artist or a writer makes something that you don’t like, you can block them. No need to create a campaign against them, especially when it’s founded on absolute horseshit LMAO. It costs nothing to stay in your lane and behave like a fucking human.

But yeah I’ve been in and out of this fandom like FOR MY WHOLE LIFE HAHA and I’ve never seen it as bad as it is now. And that’s such a bummer. I’ve never had to block people in this fandom until very recently and it was all cases of dogpiling & using ableism to pick on people. It’s really nasty and I think it’s just a really unfortunate perfect storm of Tumblr’s downfall and the absolute trashfire that this TV show was LMAO. But we predicted this years ago, when the show was first announced, that Tumblr & Gen Z wouldn’t be able to cope with the dark topics and would try to create a crusade about who’s consuming the content in the most God Honoring way. The show asks a lot of difficult questions (the way the books do!) and I think it’s incompatible with black & white Tumblr Thinking. It makes people uncomfortable and they tend to lash out at others instead of getting their own houses in order.

Having said that, I keep my follow list pretty small and I have the conservatives muted. I have a perfectly pleasant quiet time and I encourage people to do the same. Curate your dash!

My role in this fandom has ALWAYS been as a porn writer. It’s what I showed up here doing. And like, if someone really wants to believe that I’m a predator for writing stories about a 500 year old who does not exist and cannot be victimized, idk man. That’s certainly a position to take and they’re welcome to it. I’m not interested in arguing about it.  It’s just, yknow. Accusing random strangers online of serious real world crime because they don’t like your TV show, or enjoy a gross book, or wrote porn that you don't like, is such unhinged cult victim behavior I just cannot take it seriously.

So idk, it’s fine if they block me or anyone else. I prefer that. I'll block them first if they seem like fascist conservative bullies. You probably don’t want to hang out with people who think that way, anyway. Find your people ! Find rational adults! Find generous creatives! These clowns are definitely NOT that.