#but didn’t like the way tumblr cropped it in the side by side and i couldnt crop it without cutting valuable parts

[patrickztump]

alright. let’s find out, fit v fit:

reblog for exposure etc but also because i want to know if my hunch is right

[jenniekrj]

“I said,delete it.”{Roommate!Dom!Hyunjin x Sub!F!Reader}

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Warnings:Mentions of drinking alcohol and smoking weed,blowjob,fingering,cum play,daddy kink,choking,spitting,riding,unprotected sex,spanking,creampie,oral sex and just straight up filth.

A/N:The tumblr algorithm works on reblogs,so please consider rebloging so it can reach more people,enjoy!! 💖

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Hyunjin has been your roommate for over a year now and it has been great.Sure you didn’t know much about each other,but you still really liked his company around the place.

All you knew about him is that he would often go to parties,come home late at night drunk and high,bring girls over and have the nastiest sex with them,smoke lots of weed and just smoke in general,have parties at your shared apartment and cook really good food.He seemed very popular and like everybody just wanted to be around him.

At some point,all the pornographic moans that came out of his bedroom did annoy and bother your sleep,but his kindness and calm energy made up for all the disturbances.

Last week,he started following your Instagram.All he did was just view your stories and very rarely like anything you post.You guys never chatted on there,but why should you? You have his number and you literally live with the man.

Hyunjin was almost everyone’s type,he was muscular,tall,handsome,funny,smart,he had a few tattoos,charismatic,strong and he was two years older than you.Just your type.

It was your second year of college and you made a few friends,they were the best.On the other hand,Hyunjin had a whole group and there might be more that you don’t even know of.

Every weekend he would invite his friends over and pull an all-nighter with them.You knew his friends since they follow you on Instagram.You only ever said a simple ‘Hey,how are you guys?’ whenever you saw them.

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It was a Saturday night and you were very bored,all you did all day was lay in your bed.You were thinking of ways to cure your boredom when you suddenly got the idea to post some pictures on your Instagram account,so you got up and picked an outfit from your closet.

After you put the outfit on you posed in front of the large mirror and snapped a couple of photos.You were wearing a baby blue lace mini crop top with a white mini skirt and some knee high socks.

You weren’t lying if you said you dressed this slutty just for Hyunjin to see,you had the most massive crush on the older and it wasn’t just some random crush,it was a sexual type of crush and you couldn’t help it.You posted the photos with the caption, “Is this sexy enough for you?” It was obvious you were trying to get someone’s attention,and it might’ve worked.Not even five minutes later and your post had so many likes and comments,people loved this look,especially Hyunjin.

You were scrolling around on your feed when a notification pops up,it’s from none other than Hyunjin,he sent you a DM.Of course,you rush to his profile and check the DM.

“Delete the post,I saw it already.”

Is all he said.

“What? Who said it was for you?”

You replied back,you wanted to seem hard to get even though this post way mainly for him to see.

“I said,delete it.”

He said before barging into your room.

“You really think I’m gonna let other people see what’s all mine,hmm Y/N?” Hyunjin said as he grabbed you by the arm and pinned you against the wall. “But,we’re not even dating,why do you care?” You replied back,trying to push back the urge to just kiss him right there.Your voice was shaking and almost filled with stutters,but you couldn’t show him your weak side,you wanted to see how far you could push him. “You belong to me,Y/N.I’ve seen and heard how you touch yourself to the sounds of me fucking other women,so don’t act all dumb right now.”

What? How’d he know? How’d he know you get wet by just the thought of him? It’s insane how well he knows you when you’ve barely spoken to each other,but you liked it.

“Mmm,how about you get the fuck out of my face?” You said,trying to seem intimidating,but Hyunjin wasn’t having it. “How about I fuck that attitude out of you? You’d like that,wouldn’t you?” It’s almost like he read you,and you enjoyed everything about it.

“Make me.”

“Bet.”

Was all he replied before smashing his lips onto yours,he pulled you closer into a rough but sloppy kiss and you just let him have you.His hands ran all over your body and your arms were wrapped around his neck,occasionally caressing his face and tangling your fingers in his hair.

Hyunjin moved his lips down to your neck,he slightly bit on your skin only to find your sweet spot,once he had found it he started sucking hard.He grabbed your ass,giving it a few light smacks.

“Get on the bed.” He said after he pulled away,signaling with his head towards your bed.You laid yourself onto your bed,with only your elbows holding you up.

Hyunjin dropped to his knees and kissed all over your inner thigh.You sighed a little before you had realized he was getting higher.He ran his fingers up and down across your clothed clit.He then slid your panties off and almost immediately attached his lips to your swollen cunt. “Fuck,you’re so wet.All for me,right?” Hyunjin said before licking up your folds while maintaining eye contact.You cried out a ‘yeah’ only for him to slap your thighand say “Use your words,princess.” Even though he knows you can’t utter a proper word,he still wanted to tease you a little. “Come on,don’t make me say it again.” Hyunjin says into your pussy which makes your head fall back. “Yes yes! Oh- please just go faster,I’ll do anything for you daddy,please.” You practically scream,not yet processing what you had just said.

“Anything?”

“Anything.”

“Since you’re so nice.”

He said before his tongue thrusted in and out of your pussy.It drove you insane at how good he was.Though,you were expecting this because of how loud the women were whenever he brought them over.

“I- cum please..” you managed to speak as you rolled your hips. “Go on,cum for me like a good slut would.” Hyunjin encouraged you and you came almost immediately after he spoke.You came all in his mouth and all over his face. “Fuck,you taste wonderful.” He praised.

He sat next to only to say, “Get on your knees.” and of course,you did as he said.You almost immediately dropped to your knees and started undoing his sweatpants.Once they were off,your eyes widened at how large he was and he just smirked.

“Too big? Or are you just weak?”

“Don’t fucking call me weak,Hyunjin.”

“Cutie.”

You rolled your eyes and started stroking his dick,he rolled his head back and his right hand went to your head. “Open up.” And you did.

You licked the slit on his tip as he groaned,you could tell how much he enjoyed this.Your eyes started getting watery as you slowly took his whole dick in. “Come on,be a good girl and take all of me.I know you can.” Hyunjin said with a moan coming after his words.

You started bobbing your head as tears fell down each one of your cheeks,even though it hurt you still loved it.His grip on your hair tightened as he moved your head closer to his veiny cock. “Fuck,right there baby.I’m so close.” He moaned out and came right after his announcement.

You felt your mouth get filled with a warm and thick liquid that tasted sweet.You were about to swallow,but Hyunjin stopped you and said, “Open your mouth.” You did as he said and he stuck two fingers in,he moved his fingers all around your cum-filled mouth and soon took them out,only to put them into his mouth and lick all of the cum off of his fingers. You swallowed and got up to sit next to him,but Hyunjin had other plans.He laid down and pulled you on top of him.

“Ride me.”

“What?”

“Come on,don’t run away from it.”

“I’m not,I just..”

“What? What is it,sweetheart?”

“I’ve never done this before.”

“It’s fine,I’ll teach you nice and slow.”

You nodded your head and positioned yourself above his still hard dick and slowly lowered yourself onto him.You gasped at how much he stretched you out and he just let out a dark chuckle. “Hyu-Hyunjin it’s too much.” You stuttered as you breathed out. “I know ma,but you can take,right? Aren’t you a good girl?” He said as he caressed your face. “Ye-yes I am!” You said as you started moving your hips.

“You like that?” Hyunjin said as he thrusted up into you and your response was just moans and whimpers. “I’ll take that as a yes.” He chuckled.You bounced up and down on his dick and all you could think of was how good it felt.

“Go faster,ma.” Hyunjin said after spanking your ass and grabbing onto your neck,basically chocking you.You tried to go faster even though your legs gave up a long time ago,but you went on and soon felt a knot in your stomach.His thrusts were becoming sloppier and you knew he was close. “I’m gonna c-cum,daddy.” You said. “Me too,princess.” Hyunjin said before you both came together.

His cum filled your cunt and now it was oozing out of your heated hole.Once you both came down from your high,you fell down onto him,your head now on his chest.Hyunjin flipped you over,now he was on top of you.He grabbed your jaw and said, “Open up,baby.” He spat in your mouth and you swallowed.Hyunjin leaned down and kissed you,but this time it was a passionate kiss,slow but still somewhat messy.Your tongues moved in sync as his hands slowly massaged your tits.He pulled away,leaving you panting and breathing heavily.

You laid there for a couple of minutes when it hit you that his friends are still coming over in a few minutes.Your eyes widened and you tried to push him off of you. “What’s wrong?” Hyunjin questioned. “Your friends,aren’t they coming?” You looked at him with a slight pout. “Yeah,but that’s nothing to worry about and you said you would do anything,

right my love?”

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[strayy-starss]

Needy sam smut? Like afab farmer leaves for a while, and Sam is so lovesick when she comes back

✧A/N: Of course!! I’ve always seen Sam as more of a needy type but never had the thought to put it down on paper (or, computer, I guess). For more Sam content, definitely check out @deepestnightcolor! Their writing style is absolutely fabulous, and they’re one of my biggest tumblr inspirations! Also, I’m really sorry that it took me so long to answer this, I went on vacation for a little while and the parasites took away my motivation.

✧Pairing: Sam x Fem!Reader

✧WC: 1.5k

✧Warnings: hand job, pierced cock (yes, it’s pierced. bite me), face riding, afab!Receiving oral.

✧NSFW BELOW THE CUT✧ ⬇

☆I Missed You☆

You’d been gone for two weeks, out to visit your parents. You’d entrusted the farm with Sam, who was eager to help you feed your animals and water your crops. Before you had to leave, you scribbled down a list of chores that you needed Sam to do when you were gone, and you’d been checking in periodically over text to see how he was doing. He always responded with a peppy answer, but his face did not mirror that peppiness. Sam was in a state of despair, to say the least. He didn’t think he’d ever missed anyone more than he missed you, even just in the span of two weeks. 

As you were out and about, hanging out with your parents on your last day, you heard a ping from your phone, and Sam’s name was illuminated on the screen. You smiled, happy to see a text from your husband. However, when you checked it, you were met with a full paragraph of how much he missed you. It was full of many “I love yous,” and “I miss yous” and “the farm isn’t the same without you here.” You smiled gently at the text, thinking it was cute that Sam missed you this much. On the other side of the screen, however, Sam was mentally suffering. He just couldn’t take his mind off of you, staring at the screen like it was all he had left of you. 

You’d texted back a brief message, telling him that you loved him and missed him too, and would be back later today. Sam whined at the message, deciding to distract himself by doing extra farm tasks. He worked away, trying to keep his thoughts of you away to little avail. He’d masturbated the other day to a picture of you, but that wasn’t enough anymore. He decided to hold off until you got home, occupying himself with strumming mindlessly at his guitar after working around the house. 

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Three hours later, you stepped off of the bus you’d taken from your parents place and stepped back into Pelican town, breathing in the fresh air and smiling. You began your trek down the dirt path with some pep in your step. You were ecstatic that you’d get to see Sam again after your trip, and you knew he felt the same way based on his text from earlier. You headed up the porch steps, opening the door with your keys and stepping inside, dropping your bag and closing the door again. As soon as Sam heard the door open and close, he set down his guitar and sprinted to the entrance, beaming as soon as he saw you. You smiled and laughed as he tackled you in a hug, happy “missed yous” and “love yous” spilling from his lips mindlessly. 

“I missed you, too, babe,” you said through a laugh, grabbing his chin with your fingers and pulling him in for a kiss. You intended to make it a quick peck, you really did, but Sam had a different idea. As soon as your lips touched his, his hands started to trail up and down your back and into your hair, his lips working against yours fervently. You pulled back, a slightly surprised look in your eyes.

“S-sorry, sorry,” Sam stammered out, his head dropping onto your chest to hide the mixture of arousal and embarrassment on his face. “I just missed you so much.”

“It’s okay,” you said, beginning to realize why he was acting like this. You shifted a little to wrap your arms around him, and as you did, you felt a familiar bump against your leg. Sam groaned, his voice muffled by your chest. 

“Oh,” was all you could think to whisper. Sam looked up at you with a flushed, embarrassed face. You decided to make light of the situation, saying with a soft smile, “Need some help there, baby?”

“Please,” he whispered. You released him, grabbing his hand instead and leading the both of you to your shared bedroom. As soon as you got there, Sam started to undress without any command from you, his throbbing cock springing out of his boxers as he feverishly pulled them off, kicking both his boxers and his pants away. You blushed at his hurry, not realizing the extent of how much he needed you right now. You followed suit, taking off your clothes, save for your panties, and climbed into the bed with Sam.

“Now, baby,” you said, your tone low as you tilted Sam’s chin up to look at you. “What do you want me to do?”

“Anything. Anywhere,” Sam panted, his words rushed and dripping with need. “Just please touch me.”

Your eyes widened slightly at his feverish voice, but you didn't question it. After all, Sammy needed your help. You dipped your head down slightly and kissed Sam, your lips gentle against his. Sam wasn't in the mood for gentle, though. He needed it rough, and he needed it now. He grabbed your face in his hands and jammed his tongue into your mouth, moaning into the kiss with a desire you didn't know was possible. As the two of you made out, your hand drifted down to Sam’s cock, your fingers gently and teasingly trailing over his length and toying with the piercing on the tip. Sam released another shaky moan against your mouth, his hips bucking into your hand. 

You got the memo and wrapped your hand around his base and started to slowly pump up and down with one hand, the other holding you up as you continued to kiss Sam passionately. Sam let out a whimper, breaking away from the kiss and saying in a breathy voice, “Mmfuck. H-harder.” You complied, pumping your hand up and down his cock harder as you leaned in again to kiss the nape of his neck. 

Sam released numerous moans and cries, one hand threading into your hair and the other gripping your shoulder as you jerked him off. He reached his climax quickly, his hips bucking into your hand as he came with a final thrust of your hand and launching ropes of cum along his stomach. You helped him ride out his orgasm, murmuring words of praise against his neck as he came down from his high.

“Fuck. I needed that,” Sam says, looking at you with a loopy smile and a flushed face. 

“I could tell,” You said, kissing him on his forehead. “Are you done?”

“Well, I didn’t say that…” Sam said, his neediness coming back in waves. Now that you were here, he wasn’t going to let you go that easily. 

“Mm. Well, what else would you like to do? Today’s all about you, baby,” You said lovingly, bringing his hand to your lips and kissing it.

“Can you ride my face?” Sam blurts out.

You blush a little at the request, your eyes widening slightly. But who were you to say no to your Sammy? You smiled at him before saying, “Sure, babe. You know the signal?”

Sam’s eyes were already locked on your panties, nodding absently, though you weren’t sure he'd heard a word you said. Sam laid down, pointing at his face with a grin. You rolled your eyes playfully, dragging your panties down your legs before situating yourself over his face. Sam’s eyes glued to your pussy, his arms already gripping your thighs.

“Ready?” You asked, hovering nervously over his face. Sam nodded feverishly, the look of need returning to his eyes as he tugged you down to his face. You gasped as your folds made contact with his mouth, a shiver running up your spine. 

Sam wasted no time, his mouth already latched onto your clit and sucking on it mercilessly. You moaned loudly, your hips rolling against his face. You threaded your hand into his hair and pulled, causing him to moan against your clit. The vibrations added a whole new level of pleasure, and you released a string of moans and curses as your hips bucked into his face, desperate for more friction. Sam's grip on your thighs tightened as he speared his tongue into your entrance, the familiar heat pooling in your stomach. 

“F-fuck, gonna come,” You stammered out as Sam returned his attention to your clit, sucking on it harder than before. With a final, loud moan, you came on his face, panting heavily. Sam hummed and licked every last drop from your dripping sex, tapping your thigh twice when he was done. You lifted yourself off of his face and collapsed on the bed next to him, smiling lazily at him. He returned your smile, his mouth coated in your fluids. 

After taking a minute to catch your breath, your eyes drifted away from his face and down to his cock, which was rock hard again. You looked back at Sam with a mischievous smirk, and he mirrored your expression. Neither of you had confirmed it, but you had a feeling that it would be a long night. 

[wh0relibrarian]

sunshine

a/n: a continuation of this post, although altered to be a summer break instead of winter. completely got lost in that 😭 please excuse any informalities, i’m still getting used to writing in second person (or smut for that matter), and tumblrs post format! so don’t be mean ;(

context (if you don't want to read the previous post): Reader is visiting her hometown for the summer. A rising grad student who just so happens to bump into Sukuna at the airport. After quick introductions, he gives her his number in case she gets too lonely...

content ahead: southern sukuna au, black coded!reader, afab!reader, d referred to as dick bc i don’t like using “cock”, v referred to as cunt or pussy, age gap (reader in her early 20s, sukuna is in his early 30s), cowgirl, daddy kink, rough!sukuna (but he’s still a softie), needy!reader, clit stimulation, nicknames such as sweetheart, princess, baby/babydoll, creampie, ass/face slaps, lots of praise, a decent amount of plot

word count: 3.9k

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You’ve been texting Sukuna for a week now. Off and on, trying not to seem too interested, but interested enough to keep his attention. It sucked that he was a man very obviously out of touch with technology, because you can’t find pictures of him anywhere. Not even a Facebook page. You’ve just been grasping at straws, trying to remember each detail of his face. Each tattoo. You didn’t even get enough time to admire the one’s on his face, way too engulfed in his general appearance.

And oh, Sukuna. That poor man. He knew from the moment he saw you that you’d keep him up at night. From the curvature of your lips— only being the opening act to the beautiful smile you had hidden beneath. He tries to remember what color your shirt was, but can only remember how plump your tits looked. Practically spilling out of a… tank top? Or maybe it was a crop top. You had a jacket on, which he knows was gray because you kept trying to wrap it around your waist like you were embarrassed by your body. He couldn’t figure out why, though. You’re beautiful from head to toe, every part of you.

But today, today was the day you’d ask him to take you out. Or just ask to go out in general. Hell, you’d take anything at this point.

You: Hiii Sukuna. How’s your wrist feeling? I know a couple days ago you said it was progressively getting worse, any updates?

Sukuna: Hey babydoll. I think it’s all good now. Nothin a lil icyhot can’t fix. How are you?

You: I’m happy to hear that :) and I’m okay, just bored, per usual.

Sukuna: Ya know I’m always around.

You: It’s funny you mention that… I was wondering if you were busy later today? Or tonight. Either or, whatever works best for you. If you would even want to do anything of course.

Sukuna: City girl finally ready to get some sunshine?

You: Don’t make fun of me 😑

Sukuna: Oh I’d never do such a thing. Are you free right now? My lunch break’s comin up, could use the company.

You: Yes I am! I can be ready in 15, I’ll send my address.

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You weren’t as nervous as you thought you’d be. You know you looked good, you felt good. You put on a casual outfit, just a pair of bell bottoms and some old t-shirt your mom left around. This wasn’t a date, and you didn’t want to scare him, so you treated it like a normal hang out with a friend.

He picked you up in an old pickup truck, run down from the years spent riding on dirt roads and an occasional swamp. (Things can get messy the further south you go.) It was normal where you’re from to have at least one beat up truck per household, so his car was not a problem. You were all smiles, nearly skipping your way to the passenger side. Sukuna rolled down the window and he too had a bright toothy smile plastered on his face. It almost looked malicious, but you overlooked it once you got in. Something about his presence had you in a trance, you couldn’t focus on anything else but him.

When you opened the door, he stretched his arm out to help you into the chair. You made it a point to act as if you were struggling to get in and shut the door, nerves suddenly keeping you from wanting to look him straight in the eye. “Damn sweetheart… just look at you,” he said while leaning his body back, taking a moment to take in your appearance. “Hiii Sukuna, you aren’t too bad yourself,” you said giggling.

“We’re just goin’ up to Milo’s, hope that’s luxury enough for ya.”

“You think I came dressed like this for somethin’ luxury?”

“Well if that ain’t luxury, I’d be curious to see what is.”

Smirking, Sukuna went back to putting his full focus on the road. The butterflies in your stomach had died down, finding his presence incredibly inviting and safe. You were looking out the window for a while, until his hand found yours which was resting on your thigh. You turn around to him surprised, only to see his eyes still trained on the road in front of him. His hand clasped yours and gripped it tight, and you found the silence warm, like a gentle hug you wanted to last forever.

The lunch date was sweet. You both ordered cheeseburgers, fries, and a large sweet tea; reveling in its taste since it had been some time since you had genuine sweet tea. He started asking you about your schooling, learning that you’re majoring in business and will soon start working on your master’s degree. This charmed him— you were both alike even if it was in different ways. You’ve always provided for your mother, and so has he. You won’t stop reaching new opportunities, and neither will he. As the date went on his attraction only grew deeper. Your physical appearance did not mean much to him, you were to die for, but right now he wanted to know every single thing about you and didn’t care about anything else.

But… this wasn’t to say he’s not a curious man.

When ordering the food, you took a step back to look at the entire menu. This caused your skin tight shirt to rise up ever so slightly, showing off your cute tummy and belly button piercing. You noticed him staring, and he was never one to lie.

“Sukuna, order some damn food and stop looking at me like that,” you slapped his large bicep jokingly, making that same smirk from earlier slowly grow on his face.

“Mmm, you hidin’ that accent from me girl. Soundin’ so pretty bossin’ me around.”

You could tell the cashier felt a bit awkward at this point, so you pushed Sukuna in front of you to get him to focus.

Even though he would have moments like those, you didn’t feel like he was objectifying you. It never became the focal point of your conversations. It seemed like he was genuinely interested in getting to know you and it made you feel so… different. Sure you were young, but you’d never experienced such a natural yet interesting conversation with a man. You were shocked by it, to say the least, and it only made you want him more.

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After that day, you two were basically inseparable. He made it a point to try and see you after work, and if there was a day where he couldn’t do it, he’d make it up to you x2 the next day. He immediately started spoiling you, whether it was food or sending you money for new makeup, it’s like he couldn't do enough for you. You were always beyond grateful, and would even tell him to tone it down a bit, but he’d always say, “Princesses deserve princess things.”

It’d been around four weeks of this, the dates would get more romantic, and his time with you only more cherished. Although the flirting continued to grow, he never made a move on you. You definitely didn’t want to be the one to initiate anything. Maybe there was a reason for him not wanting to get physical, but not even a kiss? It was killing you at this point, every night you spent just dreaming of what his pretty lips felt like on yours. Not being able to help your hands traveling down to your aching pussy. You were so horny it hurt, and nothing you did could satiate the feeling; knowing good and well that his fingers— let alone his dick could reach spots you didn’t even know were there. Your own fingers would suffice for now, but you would be leaving in just a few weeks, you needed to know what Ryomen Sukuna was like in bed.

So, the next time he picks you up, you make sure to look drop dead gorgeous (not like he didn’t think that about you regardless.)

A few days ago, he paid for your hair and nail appointments. Large knotless braids with curly pieces coming out of them, and the prettiest french tip set you’d ever got done. You told him you wanted everything to be a surprise, and that you were planning to get a new outfit as well AND that he didn’t have to send you money for that. But you know he did anyway. The plan for this night was a drive-in movie closer to the heart of the city rather than where you both resided. There was a wing place you loved, different shops, and the movie would be the last activity.

After picking up a new sundress, a black one with thin straps and a slit at the bottom, you felt confident enough that tonight would go well. You took a shower when you got home, lathered your skin with shea butter from head to toe, and put on all the gold jewelry you owned.

There’s no way he wouldn’t want to fuck you dumb.

As always, dinner with Sukuna was to die for. He was such a gentleman, making sure to pull your chair out for you, telling you to get whatever you wanted from the menu. “Don’t be scared sweetheart, want you nice ‘n full.”

You shopped for a little while after, well, it was really window shopping. You felt so bad that Sukuna was paying for everything, even though he always insisted. You decided to just point out all of the things you liked, kind of like a test— if he really liked you then he’d remember all these things for a future event.

The drive-in was dead. Which I guess isn’t too surprising, you can’t remember the last time someone talked about seeing a movie here. Nonetheless, this was your dream scenario. With basically no one to catch you guys, it was the perfect breeding ground (literally.) The movie was some rom-com looking thing in black and white which you begged to watch, only because you knew neither of you would want to pay attention. Once he grabbed some popcorn and soda from the concession stand, he pulled up in front of the big projection, claiming he needed to be as close as possible because of his eyesight. After a few minutes of pretending to be interested, you turned to him and finally broke the ice.

“‘Kuna, do you like me?” Sukuna couldn’t believe the question.

“Of course I like you baby, why else would I be here?”

“Well,” you started, “I don’t know…”

“Oh, you know.”

“I know you like me, it’s just like— we aren’t like… you know.”

“Gonna have to use your words sweetheart.”

You looked forward as you tried to find the best way to say this, you decided to just rip the bandaid off.

“We haven’t kissed! Or anything! You just hug me or wrap your arm around my waist, but we haven’t done nothin’ ‘kuna. And I’m not sayin’ that’s any indicator of how much you like me, I’m just sayin’ it’d be ni—”

You anticipated this kiss, not only because you did everything in your power to set it up, but you could feel Sukuna’s eyes latching onto the way your lips moved while talking. His lips were just as soft as you imagined, tasting like cherry carmex and popcorn. His hand found its way to the side of your face, cupping it gently until he moved it to tilt your chin up towards him. Your mouth opened a little from the change in angle, giving Sukuna’s tongue access to the warmth yours had to offer. He melted deeper into the kiss, and so did you, as it continued to get more sloppy and wet. You could tell he was eager, swirling and dancing on the tip of your tongue, sucking it harshly like he was trying to gather as much saliva as possible. Just to pull back and have it leak out of his mouth, dripping down both his and your chin. It was downright nasty the way your fluids were colliding, but it turned you on an unbelievable amount. Whining and groaning into him, rubbing your thighs together, lacking the correct amount of friction from wearing a dress instead of pants.

Your hand started traveling to his chest and lower, and he could tell you were really riled up at this point simply from the way you were tugging on his shirt. He pulled his lips off yours, making you reach out for him still since your eyes were closed. When you opened them, you were able to see the true mess you two caused. Sukuna was drooling, his heavy lidded eyes not daring to move from your frame. His hair was everywhere, and you couldn’t be happier with your hairstyle of choice.

“Fuck baby,” he said while rubbing on the sides of your stomach, “I really need you. I’ve been needin’ you. Yer just so damn sexy, of course I’ve been wantin’ to do stuff. Just didn’t wanna make you uncomfortable.” He leaned in to kiss your cheek and up to the shell of your ear, “Never want you uncomfortable.”

And that sent you over, you cupped his face with both of your hands, kissing him hard. He growled from your sudden dominance, and with a few swift movements, pulled his seat back and slid you over the middle console and into his lap. Your dress hiked up to your thighs once you straddled him, allowing Sukuna to feel just how wet you were. With one hand on your face, and the other on your waist, he slowly made his way down to your cunt.

“So fuckin’ wet for me,” he whispered against your lips, making slow circles on your puffy clit. “This f’me? Say it’s for me babydoll.”

“It’s for you ‘kuna, it’s all for you. Please–” His fingers slid your panties to the side, revealing just how sticky you were for him. Your pussy was basically crying to be touched, and Sukuna was a gentleman, of course.

His mouth never left yours, left hand now resting behind your neck, while his other is furiously rubbing your bare clit. Your moans were being swallowed by Sukuna’s mouth, and when the pleasure finally got to be too much, you suddenly threw your head back with a yelp. Catching yourself immediately, you press your forehead into his.

“‘M sorry, fuck, ‘m sorry— it’s t-too much.”

“Don’t apologize princess, I love seein’ you act like this. So slutty.”

Your tits have barely been able to stay concealed in your already showy dress. They spilled out on their own from your sporadic movements, and once Sukuna could see one, he dropped everything to unveil the other and fondle them both. You kept grinding on his very hard dick, keeping up the rhythm he set up for you while he went to town on your boobs. Massaging them, pinching and flicking the nipples, mumbling things like “fuckin’ shit they’re so soft,” and “need to fuck you.” It wasn’t long before he popped one into his mouth, sucking on it, making it soo much more sensitive. You were squealing at this point, Sukuna looked up at you to see the tears forming at the corner of your eyes. With a ‘pop’ he brought his attention back to your beautiful face. Somehow fucked out just from dry humping. How cute, he thought to himself.

“Look at me, princess.” You struggled, but your eyes met his, still striving for your release. “‘M gonna fuck you, okay? Is that what you want?” You started nodding your head yes like a damn puppy.

“Need to hear you say it princess. Tell me you want it.”

“Wan’ it s-so bad baby, fuck me, I need you to fuck me.”

The thing about pick-up trucks is that there’s not really a backseat, which means you’d have to ride him right where you were. This wouldn’t have been a problem, until Sukuna quickly pulled down his pants and boxers, revealing probably the biggest dick you’ve ever seen. It was the fucking length that scared you. It wasn’t too thick, but girthy enough that it, plus his length, would have your legs shaking for days. He gave his dick slow strokes while you took off your dress, suddenly feeling embarrassed from being the only one naked. He could see you get self conscious by the way you try and hide yourself like the day he met you.

“Whatcha lookin’ at me like that for,” his eyes were still focused on yours while he prepared himself, licking his lips like he was genuinely going to eat you later.

“I can’t look at ya? You just look so damn good sweetheart. Can’t believe yer all mine.”

“You don’t have to gas me up now,” you said looking away.

“Nuh-uh,” he grabbed your cheeks and turned your face back to his, “I’ma always tell you how good you look. Don’t act so shy now baby.”

Your pussy clenched around nothing at his statement, still leaking from the previous foreplay. He pulled your forehead to his lips, kissing it tenderly, and when he let go of your face he asked you one last time if you were ready. You whisper out a shy yes and grab his dick cautiously, lining it up with your entrance as you slowly lower yourself onto it. You let out a sharp grasp as Sukuna rests his hands on the sides of your hips, trying to assist in any way he can. Once you’re close to bottoming out, he starts whispering praises.

“Doin’ so good babydoll.”

“Look at you takin’ me so well.

Every time he spoke your pussy would clench around him, making him hiss and choke back a whine. Once he was all the way inside you, you let out a breathe you didn’t realize you were holding. You raised your head to look at him instead of the way he was stretching you out. There’s that smirk again. One of his hands finds it’s way back to your clit, rubbing slow circles like before to help you relax. You were so tense but you tried to keep a level-headed face, even though it literally felt like you were being split in two.

You felt your walls get used to his size and shape, feeling them contort and mold into Sukuna’s cocksleeve. With that, you start riding him slowly, using his shoulders to stay balanced. You got the hang of it quickly and began picking up pace. He was still stimulating your clit, using his other hand to keep guiding your body up and down. It was clear that you were struggling to take him all in though, pausing every few seconds to catch your breathe or readjust yourself. And this would just not do for Sukuna.

He gripped and slapped your ass hard.

“Gotta do better than that baby.”

Smack

“C’mon sweetheart, put your fucking. back. into. it.”

Each emphasis on a word was coupled with a hard thrust and loud whines coming from the depths of your throat. The sounds you were both making at this point bounced around the truck. There wasn’t a moment of silence and you felt blissful. Lulling your tongue out just for Sukuna to catch between his teeth; moving his hand back to bully your clit, and using his free hand to grab your face and continue fucking his hips up into yours. He was growling obscenities into your ear, “Yeah baby, just like that keep fucking me like that.”

“Sukuna, please! Fuckfuckfuck I can’t,” you were bouncing on his dick beautifully, tits bouncing in unison and he truly believed you were unreal.

“Yes you can baby,” he gave your face light slaps, “keep those eyes open, keep lookin’ at me baby. Doin’ so good, I promise.” You were leaking like a faucet down his dick and balls, and with a certain thrust, you were sure he was hitting your cervix. The string of cries that came out of your mouth made him go faster, harder, knowing that he finally found the spot that makes you weak.

“Am I makin’ you feel good baby?”

“Mhmm, y-yesss, so so good.”

“Yes who?” Your eyes were crossing trying to look at him, confused at what he meant at first, but as his thrusts got rougher you knew exactly what he was getting at.

“Y-yes daddy, it feels so good.” You were slightly embarrassed by the things you were saying, the noises too. You felt so dirty, but in a good way. Searching for your release that was so close.

Sukuna was close too, but he didn’t want that to come before he made you gush all over his dick. When he found his way to your neck, kissing and biting and sucking on your precious skin, you were done.

“Fuck daddy right there!”

“Here sweetheart? You like this?”

“Yesyesyes don’t stop please don’t stop–” and with a cry you were creaming all over Sukuna’s dick. Your pussy clamped down on him so tight, he couldn’t help but look down at the beautiful mess you made all over his thighs. He kept fucking you through your orgasm, causing you to become incredibly overstimulated. Sukuna was getting close, you could tell by his relentless strokes, forgetting any type of consistent pace. His hands were on your hips now, pistoning up into you as your head rested gracefully on his shoulder.

“Mm babydoll gimme a kiss, c’mere.”

When your shaky lips met his, he was sent into overdrive.

“Fuck ‘m gonna cum. Fuck baby, where do you want it.”

Absolutely fucked out, you tried to come up with some sort of cohesive thought. “I-insi..de ‘kuna. In m-me.”

“You sure? Tell me you’re fuckin’ sure, yer milkin’ me baby.”

“I’m s-sure. Please please just cum inside me!”

“Oh, fuckkk…” Sukuna’s load filled your pussy to the brim, leaking out to coat the sides of his dick. He made you feel so full and warm. Finally stopping his thrusts, you hunch over his shoulder and he begins rubbing what feels like hearts on your back, humming into your ear how good you were for him, dick never leaving your pussy.

“Did such a good job princess. So fuckin’ good, are you an angel? Must be an angel, the way you dropped into my life like this.”

“Mmmm I’m your angel ‘kuna. I was made for you only.”

Although the moment was wholesome, your mind immediately flooded with the thought of you leaving in a few weeks.

How were you supposed to leave after this?

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hope you enjoyed ;) and let me know if i missed anything as far as my content ahead section goes!

tags: @aiyaaayei

[kissingghouls]

LET'S TALK ABOUT THE PRINCE

A LITTLE PREVIEW AND TAG LIST UPDATE.

💜 Hello beloveds, how are you? It's been a very long time since you've heard from our crop-top wearing himbo vampire, but I am happy to say you won't be waiting much longer.

💜 If you would like to join the new tag list for part five please leave a comment below.

💜 Catch up with The Prince on ao3 or on tumblr - One // Two // Three // Four (18+, MDNI)

💜Or if you wanna start from the beginning check out The Count (vampire!Copia) and The King (vampire!Secondo) (18+, MDNI)

💜 Thank you all so SO much for all your support and encouragement over the last year. I love you all ✨🦇

Below is a little taste of The Prince - Part Five. Beware of spoilers!

“Did you sleep well, piccolina?”

Primo’s deep voice carried from the far side of the kitchen barely audible over the rumble of thunder outside. It was somewhere between morning and afternoon, though the storm made it difficult to tell one from the other. Heavy rain pelted the outside of the cottage in a steady thrum in time with the howling winds. You used to find this type of scene so comforting but watching water bead and trail down the windows just seemed to make you anxious now. Sitting across the room and trying to make small talk with Primo Emeritus didn’t seem to help either. As kind and inviting as he was, he was still a complete stranger. An immortal stranger with superhuman strength you were supposed to stay far away from. Instead, he’d insisted on baking cookies for you.

Shaking your head, you jolted a little as the kettle began to scream from its spot of the stovetop. Sleep had been the furthest thing from your mind after Terzo’s spell. A full night’s rest would have been a dream, but there was no getting comfortable in this situation. How long could you be safe here in the middle of nowhere? How long would they wait this time?

“Primo, can I ask you something?” You wondered aloud, hoping the impending conversation would drown out the sound of the storm and your own thoughts.

He inclined his head, silently urging you to continue. A loose piece of his long, white-blond hair fell over the painted lines of his face as he moved; the rest was carefully tied back with a thin black ribbon. His focus remained on the pale green kettle in his hand as he transferred water into a dainty teapot at the edge of the counter. He moved with such precision, yet still maintained some impossibly delicate grace—the opposite of the way Terzo carried himself. There were other differences—far more than you could count—but where Terzo’s softness was an edge blunted by time, Primo’s seemed to be gently blurred into everything he did.

A flash of lightning filled the kitchen with bright light, the bank of windows on the eastern wall providing the perfect vantage point. You shuddered as thunder followed, too close and too loud for your own comfort. The storm blew a gentle breeze through the cracked windows and the ceiling fan above dragged it further in as it spun in lazy, lopsided circles. The kitchen smelled of florals and tea and rain, feeling like a Sunday afternoon you shouldn’t have access to. Everything was a little too dreamy, made fuzzy by a filter tinged with warm yellow-green like a flashback to someone else’s nostalgic past.

Someone else’s life. 

“Why settle in this place?” you asked, vividly recalling the cracked asphalt and sun-bleached everything you’d passed on your way through town. “Why…here? The secluded cottage makes sense, but why live at the edge of some abandoned nowhere town?”

He turned to look at you for a beat before reaching for two teacups. “Well,” he started as he dropped a teabag into the pot. “It wasn’t always abandoned, piccolina.”

He set a cup in front of you before joining you at the table, a sigh leaving his lips as the wooden chair creaked beneath him. “This town…it used to full of a unique vibrance that drew me in. I suppose on some level I grew comfortable here, much like the other remaining residents. But mostly I stayed for the work. That’s what I told myself anyway. I have no doubt that Terzo would have you believe otherwise, but immortality can be incredibly mundane. When I found myself in this little town, I watched it grow from nothing just like I had done with a thousand other little towns in my lifetime. But this one—it was easier to fight that feeling of boredom here, to find a purpose. I chose to put my energy toward something, to have a common goal with the people here while I could. There’s a darling botanical garden on the edge of town, built something like seventy years ago, give or take. I helped fund the project.”

“Really? So, it had nothing to do with the cute girl that delivers your groceries?” 

Black and white paint may have covered his entire face, but you could see Primo’s ears turn bright red. “That—she—hmph. She wasn’t even born yet. Neither were you for that matter.”

“Doesn’t mean she’s not the reason you stay.”

“The garden—“

“Sure, sure,” you teased. “Work, work, work.”

“Don’t start picking up bad habits from your beau, piccolina,” he warned. “Youth is wasted on the young indeed.”

“Not if you have an eternity to do something about it.”

He laughed quietly as he poured the most delicious smelling pink tea into each cup. “I forgot how much I enjoy such a human point of view. What of you and your eternal boytoy, hmm? What will you do when this is all over?”

You shrugged, pausing to consider his words. “Haven’t really thought that far. I think…I think I’d like to do all the things I never could before. No matter what happens I can’t go back to my old life—I wouldn’t want to go back, knowing what I know now. If I have to build a new life, it might as well be a better one than before. And if that sounds good to Terzo, then I’m happy to try building it together.”

“Hmm,” he replied with a thoughtful nod and faint smile playing on his lips.

“Belleza, I am happy to build you anything you want. But boytoy? Is that really what you’ve settled on, fratello?” Terzo grumbled as he appeared in the doorway, half-asleep with pillow marks on his face. He dropped into the seat next to you with a heavy sigh and rested his head on your shoulder. “Is that really all I am to you?”

“No. Sometimes you’re more of manbaby,” you replied and kissed the top of his head. “It’s ok though.”

“Ugh, I am so glad you two are getting along,” he teased sarcastically. “You are a bad influence on her, Primo.”

“Me? What did I do?” Primo mused as he took a sip of tea.

“You encourage her—”

“Ah.”

“—to be mean to me,” he whined. “What happened to that wide-eyed naïve girl from before, hmm?”

“I have no idea who you are talking about,” you responded flatly.

“Ah, yes. What happened to the fierce and terrifying woman who pretended not to be watching me sleep every night?”

“She met an unbelievably arrogant vampire.”

He sat up and shot you a big, toothy grin. “Oh, bellezza, was I your first?”

Primo groaned loudly and pushed away from the table. “Whatever you’re trying to do fratellino, do not do it in my kitchen.”

“Ah, calm down old man. I’m only teasing.”

“You were the one I liked enough to save. Even with your baking skills.”

Primo nearly spat out his tea. “Oh, Terzo, tell me you didn’t.” “I was trying to do something nice for you, bellezza. But fine, fine. Let’s all pick on Terzo!” he grumbled as he stood. For a split-second the life left his eyes, the light within him dimming like a flickering lightbulb in a haunted basement. He was completely blank—jaw slack and body limp. Primo crossed the room before you could even think to react, rushing over to keep his brother’s body from collapsing to the floor.

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[cattocavo]

So I’ve been tagged in six sentence sunday!

I’ve never done these before and I’m not very active on here so i wouldnt know who to tag in response (although if any of you are fine with being tagged, please write to me! Id love to hear what everyone’s doing, and make some new friends!!

Since I last posted on tumblr I’ve finished all the inktober drawings I planned to draw. They’re all posted on my instagram, but I’m severely behind on posting here😅 tumblr is great but I cannot for the life of me shake off the awkwardness that comes with posting on another media that isn’t my preferred one. But if anyone who doesnt have instagram wants to see the rest just lmk and I’ll post them!

Other than inktober I haven’t really done anything.. i wanted to draw something for valentines, and got an idea a day before which is obviously WAY too little time to finish anything. And well, then valentines day passed and I no longer had a deadline.. so I didn’t finish it. I cannot for the life of me finish anything without a deadline. (Literally realized like 4 days ago that ive basically never finished a high-effort illustration without a deadline or someone relying on me😵‍💫 which kinda sucks ngl)

But since six sentence sundays are for wips, I guess I can show it to y’all what i drew for valentines!

So heres the concept (which is almost better than the finished result will be. I didn’t manage sultry Simon’s facial expression very well in the actual drawing😭 he just looks annoyed instead of ‘sexy’)

Aaannnd this is a wip of the actual drawing:

I really might end up redoing sultry Simon’s face, cuz it just isn’t working. I wanted the “expectation” side to like be the baz vision equivalent of some sexy male models slicked in oil and faces all squinty and lip-bitey. I didn’t want there to be a trace of an actual person, only the vision of “hot” so an annoyed simon with a bow will not do :/

Sidenote about simons shirt: eat the rich more like swallow the rich amirite?

I have this dumbass obsession with putting simon in ugly T shirts where theres printed the most ridiculous quotes on. I have a whole pinterest board on it. I tastefully called it “simons questionable taste in fashion”

(It’s all dumbass crop tops and tiny shirts with big chunky shoes. Idk I just love that on him)

But uhh I think that’s all for now! Thank you for tagging me @thewholelemon and @j-nipper-95 for tagging me a lot of previous times where i didn’t do anything bc i was shy😅

See you all next time!

Also idk if people put tags on SSS but I’m just gonna do that bc its what I’m used to

[nachocheezos21]

[Lark!Sebastian Solace — From the Beginning; the first part]

From a small village came Sebastian, a young man who lived alongside his family doing all that he could to help the familiar people of his town, as well as provide his aid in taking care of his family (especially his younger brother). His sister had left the village a couple of years back in order to provide for their family by sending them bags of goodies and gold — financially helping from afar as she worked in the city. His mother was a weaver, while his father helped with the crops, and a 16-year-old Sebastian had always dreamt of traversing through the lands and fields. Hence came the time where he bid his goodbyes, but not before bringing his essentials; one of which was his trusted mandolin, a gift given to him by someone long ago.

At the age of 18, Sebastian had been living in an entirely different city — one that was still almost close enough for him to visit back to his hometown in two days worth of travel — working as a handyman for various shops, fixing a variety of tools and equipments, as well as a fellow carpenter for when new buildings are made. His many jobs had earned him enough, with a majority of his earnings being sent to his family back at home. For the rest, Sebastian spends them for his own survival.

Word began to spread around about the unfortunate passing of a group of nine. A horrid crime had taken place inside the city, and the people are shaken in their boots of what was to come. Panic, mass hysteria, and fear shadowed everyone’s morale. And it wasn’t long for the news to reach Sebastian — for he was taken by the city folks and was brought onto an unwilling trial in front of prying eyes.

There was no substantial evidence against him — as it was likely that he was innocent. But considering that the people, not to mention the victims, are already throwing hands at the man before them, it was unfortunately concluded that he was guilty of his crimes, and was thus sentenced to death…that was until the Scholars of Shade intervened.

Not much is known about the Scholars of Shade, nor what they plan to do with the accused. He had heard of them through word of mouth, but did not choose to acknowledge on such rumours and groups. A loud knock on the wood was enough to silence the chatter and chaos as a group of figures drenched in dark cloaks entered the old court, announcing that they shall be taking the young man for their own. He did not understand from start to finish — everything felt confusing, his world was crumbling beneath. He was innocent, the young man swore! But no one could hear his side, nor bothered at all.

Soon, Sebastian, along with his items and what little coins he had, had been banished — sent away by the wooden carriage where he sat on top of his many item crates. He didn’t even get to say goodbye to his beloved family, much less his mother. How could their son be a murderer of nine, innocent souls? It didn’t make sense.

It didn’t matter. He was in the hands of the Scholars; they can do whatever they want with him.

Under the watchful gaze of the Scholars, Sebastian felt like a prisoner of sorts. And while he is treated normally (fed with nutritious meals, given chores to do to the likes of repair, and such), there was a lingering fear that crawled at the nape of his neck. An inkling of doubt that all wouldn’t end well within the Scholars’ care — rumours amongst his fellow captives that they had planned for something, but no one could tell what it was. And it didn’t help the agonising screams that can be faintly heard in the middle of the night.

He needed to get out of there. One way or another.

[Notes from the author/artist]: aaaaa holy shit i finally did something !!! yea erm i couldn’t get this out of my head and so i decided to finally write something about lark!seb eueheuheu. idk about the pressure tumblr community’s stand on a non-pressure story au (much less one that’s far, far from canon at least) but i needed a silly outlet to release my ideas my friends have suffered enough hdjnjvdnjdv. if it was obvious, yes, i had to split this into parts bc i’m still brainstorming ideas on how to do the second part of the backstory (will probably take me a few days depending if i’m lazy or busy).

i am well aware that the story of meadowlark is still in the works, this is only a fun little project/au that i wanna drabble before i officially go to college on september. if anyone else is interested then feel free to interact, i’d love to share and hear ideas from this .:}

[cursedcola]

I followed you at first for the twst content and while reading through some of your posts I saw something that changed my life forever /positive

I didn’t know what OLBA was but my life has become infinitely brighter and more colourful since playing it. I was addicted from the get go (I put in 24 hours within the first two days) and bought the dlcs for Cove on the third day I had it. I would say “curse you!!” if this game hasn’t genuinely made my life better 😭 Suddenly I am excited to fail because that means I can improve; suddenly trials are to be triumphed, not suffered. I have genuinely started waking up more ready for the day than I have in years. My crops are watered, my animals are fed, my skin is clear. Life is good???

Thank you cursedcola tumblr user for being the reason I met the loml Cove Holden 🫶 I hope life sends you joy in your darkest moments, like your post about OLBA sent joy to mine 👍

Yet another has been converted to the Cove Holden coven. My friend, I replay OLBA whenever life gets me down. It’s one of the few games where I genuinely wish I could wipe my memory and experience it from the start all over again.

I hope you’re as excited to play the next in the series as I am - if you haven’t heard, go look up OL:Now and Forever. It is currently in production with the demo available for play. All the GBPatch games take place in the same universe yet each have an entirely different vibe. While OLBA is all summer fun and breezy beaches, OLNF gives vibes of late night bonfires and dancing in the rain.

There is also OLBA’s predecessor - XOXO Droplets. I played this before OLBA which enhanced my experience because of cameos, but it’s a great uplifter in terms of comedic relief and unique character development (I shall not spoil in case you want to play hehe).

Some other games that might evict the same feelings you experience from OLBA are: Sun Haven and Blooming Panic. Both a bit niche for their respective genres but very refreshing.

As a side note, there is an animated show called Bee and Puppycat which also carries similar themes and messages to OLBA…just in a more, hmm ‘pastel’ way? You should check it out if you’re interested hehe.

- COLA <3

[bonesandthebees]

time would never let her stay

I usually don't crosspost my fics to tumblr but I felt like it today. based off day 3 of purgatory, accidentally fits with today's prompt for @mcyt-yuri-week hurt/comfort except I forgot yuri week was happening until I'd already started the fic it was a total coincidence

anyway have some very soft lesbians :)

wc: 2884

crossposted to ao3

~

Tina’s hands wouldn’t stop shaking.

It was one of the most annoying side effects of respawn she had become all too familiar with over the past few days. Pain echoing through wounds that weren’t there anymore, aches flashing through her muscles every time she moved too quickly, a constant tremor in her fingers that she couldn’t seem to get rid of no matter how much she warmed her hands by the fire—the respawns here were different than they were back on Quesadilla Island. That much was clear.

She had to ignore it. That’s what she kept telling herself as she knelt down in front of her crops, curling her fingers in and out of fists to try and steady them before reaching to pull more delicate tea leaves from the soil. The dark leaves were soft, damp earth crumbling around her fingers as she dug her hands in to separate them from the stem. 

If there was one thing Tina could do for her team, it was this. She might not be the best at fighting, but she knew how to grow things. She relished in it. Even when the sky was the color of blood and she could still feel the phantom sting of a sword sliding between her ribs, all of that got pushed to the back of her mind when she watched those leaves unfurl from the earth. Satisfaction would curl around her heart when amber would seep out of the leaves in their cups of water, before she’d pass it off to one of her teammates to drink. 

Still, Tina couldn’t help but think of how different things were now to only a few days before. To kneeling in front of the crops by her house, hands steady as she plucked the tea leaves and wrapped them in loose cloth. She remembered the way she’d tie the twine into a bow before dropping the tea bag into the cleanest bottle she could find, the water turning amber before she placed the bottle in the bottom of a chest meant for Bagi. 

Tina didn’t have the resources to make proper tea bags here. It wasn’t that bad at least. Not the most pleasant taste, but she liked to think the tea leaves themselves had extra nutrients. Maximize strength and all that. Keep their team going for as long as possible. 

And when her chest ached after drinking another cup of tea, Tina told herself it was just because of the leaves. It had nothing to do with memories of sweet notes placed on top of tea bottles nestled in chests flashing through her mind. It had nothing to do with her thinking of how much better the tea tasted when she was sharing it with Bagi during their picnic date. It had nothing to do with Bagi at all. Definitely not.

Her hands still shook as she placed the tea leaves into the cloth pouch on her hip. Biting back a sigh, she tied more string around the pouch to close it before pushing to her feet. 

Although she enjoyed farming, her legs were getting cramped. She needed a breather.

Cool night air blew over the hills, ruffling Tina’s hair and sending a chill down her spine. Night had fallen several hours before, and the stars painted above her head were a welcome reprieve from all the red. 

She pushed her hair out of her face, her fingers brushing against the tiny horns on the top of her head. Sharp pain flashed through her skull, making her wince as she yanked her hand away. Her horns were so sensitive these days, and even though she knew why it was still a harsh reminder. Not a day went by that she didn’t file them down to make sure they didn’t poke out of her hair. As much as it hurt, it was a necessary evil. Mouse might’ve been able to wear her demon horns openly, but Tina wasn’t ready for that. Especially not now. Especially not when tensions were higher than they’d ever been between the groups.

Nothing felt certain these days. Tina couldn’t even trust the ground beneath her feet because this island had fucking earthquakes. But more than anything, she hated not being able to trust anyone but her own team. She hated the constant paranoia. She hated that she always had to listen for footsteps behind her. She hated that even taking a deep breath felt like a risk. 

The sand and gravel beneath her feet became dotted with grass as she wandered further away from the blue team’s territory. She kept a hand on her sword, her eyes darting between the shadows to look for any sign of movement. The pouch of tea leaves on her hip swung with every step she took. Maybe she should’ve left it back at the farm.

A twig snapped behind her. Tina’s heart leapt into her throat as she froze.

“Hello?” She called out, unsheathing her sword with her still shaking hands. “Is someone there?”

Her eyes continued to dart over the shadows. She listened as closely as she could for the sound of a zombie’s groans, or a skeleton's bones rattling.

Another twig snapped. Then, another. Footsteps echoed between the trees. When Tina looked down at her map, she couldn’t see anyone nearby. Whoever it was, they’d turned off their map marker.

“Oh no,” she whispered, pressing her back to a tree as her heart threatened to burst out of her chest. “No no no no-” 

The footsteps got louder. And louder. And louder.

Then,

“Tina?”

 Oh.

“Bagi?” Tina called out, slowly lowering her sword. “Where are you?” 

The shadows moved. Suddenly, Bagi stepped out from between the trees, and Tina wasn’t sure whether to be relieved or nauseous at the sight of her. 

Although Tina knew they were all rather worse for wear at this point, Bagi had always been the type of person to look shockingly put together for whatever she was going through. Just found out her long lost twin brother was right in front of her and didn’t remember who she was? Her white and brown hair would be perfectly tousled. In the middle of threatening Cucurucho with a frying pan? Her sweater vest and trousers looked as though they’d just been pressed. 

Maybe she was biased, but Tina was convinced Bagi couldn’t look bad even if she tried. 

Even now, while it was a shock to see the tangles in Bagi’s hair and uneven green thread stitched up the side of her coat, she was still Bagi. Perfect, strong, lovely Bagi. 

Except Bagi was holding a sword, just like Tina was. 

Except neither one of them had made any moves to put their swords away. 

Except Tina was far away from her base, and hadn’t told any of her team members that she’d even left.

A beat ticked by, and it felt like an eon trapped in a second. Then, another one passed. And another.

“Hey,” Bagi finally breathed.

“Hi,” Tina replied, eyes darting between Bagi’s face and the sword still in her hand. 

The two of them fell silent again. Bagi’s own eyes fell on Tina’s sword. 

“Are-” Bagi cut herself off, blinking fast. “If you don’t want to talk, tell me now.”

Despite the fact that Tina’s heart was still racing like a jackrabbit, something in Bagi’s voice made her pause. There were cracks in her words that Tina had never heard before. She looked away from Bagi’s sword to meet her eyes again, and realized that her lovely Bagi was afraid. 

Bagi was afraid of her.

At that moment, Tina stopped thinking about the danger she was putting herself in. Bagi was scared, and Tina never wanted to see that. Not now, and not ever. 

“I- I won’t hurt you,” Tina stammered out, letting her sword clatter to the ground. 

Bagi’s eyes widened, adjusting her grip on her own sword. Tina’s breath caught in her throat.

And then, Bagi’s sword joined Tina’s in the dust. 

“I won’t hurt you either,” Bagi said. 

Oh thank god.

Slumping back against the tree she’d been pressed against, Tina let out the breath she’d been holding. Relief flashed over Bagi’s face as well, and after a beat, Tina waved Bagi closer. 

Leaving their swords on the ground, Bagi joined Tina leaning against the tree trunk. The two slid to the ground, their shoulders pressed together. For a minute, neither one of them said anything. Instead, they breathed in sync. 

In, and out. 

In, and out. 

Tina’s heartbeat began to slow. 

“I’m sorry,” Bagi said after another minute. “It’s not that I don’t trust you, but-”

“No, it’s okay. I get it,” Tina reassured her. “This is all, uh, really crazy.”

Clenching her jaw, Bagi nodded. She blinked a few times like she wanted to say something, but wasn’t sure how to. 

Luckily for her, Tina was good at being patient.

“Cellbit didn’t try to talk to me,” Bagi finally said, her voice soft as she stared out at the trees. “I wanted to talk. I was trying to. But he just went for it.” She squeezed her eyes shut and let out a shuddering breath, before opening them again. “It’s fine. I get it. We’re in a really fucked up situation and it’s bringing back memories for him. It just… took me off guard.”

The ache was back in Tina’s chest, but it had changed now. A different pain than before. Lesser, but harder to ignore. 

Shifting closer, Tina reached for the limp hand Bagi had resting on her leg. She brushed her fingers against Bagi’s, waiting to see if she would pull away. When she didn’t, Tina laced their fingers together, and realized they hadn’t held hands since before they were all sent here.

“I’m sorry, Bagi,” Tina murmured, rubbing her thumb over Bagi’s knuckles. “Even if you get why, that’s still kinda messed up for him to not even listen to you before killing you.”

Sighing, Bagi leaned further into Tina’s side. “It’s not about me. It’s just the situation.”

Despite saying the words like they were a fact, Tina could tell Bagi was trying to convince herself just as much as she was trying to convince Tina. So she squeezed Bagi’s hand, and Bagi squeezed back. 

“But, uh, yeah,” Bagi continued after a moment, eyes dropping to their interlaced hands. “That’s why I wasn’t sure what you were going to do. It feels like nothing’s off the table these days.”

Tina nodded, focusing on the warmth pooling between her and Bagi’s palms. Besides friendly pats on the back and occasionally helping someone bandage their wounds, this was the first gentle touch Tina had felt in days. It soothed a rawness inside of her she didn’t even realize was there, and she didn’t want to let go of it anytime soon.

“I don’t think there is. Especially with Team Red. I’m pretty sure they’re losing their minds over there,” she then tried to joke.

Bagi chuckled at this, although it was weak. “We’re all losing it a bit, don’t you think?”

“Maybe,” Tina hummed, squeezing Bagi’s hand again. “But at least we all seem to be on the same page of, like, insanity, y’know?”

Instead of laughing more, Bagi only nodded. “Yeah, I guess so.”

Another silence fell over them. There was something else troubling Bagi. Tina could tell by the way she kept glancing at her from the corner of her eye. But unlike before, this wasn’t a waiting game. Bagi stayed silent, and Tina did too. 

So instead, Tina let her eyes roam over Bagi’s face, taking in the changes since the last time she’d seen her. Like she’d noticed before, Bagi’s hair was tangled. There was dirt smudged across her cheek, and a cut that had already scabbed over sitting above her eyebrow. Although it was dark in the shadow of the tree they were sitting against, after a few more moments, Tina noticed the dark purple bruises starting to form around Bagi’s left eye. 

“Is that a black eye?” Tina asked, sitting up straighter to get a better look. 

Bagi nodded. “I don’t even know how I got it. Probably during a fight or a death thing or some bullshit like that.” 

Frowning, Tina nodded. It made sense, but she didn’t like it. She didn’t like knowing that Bagi had been hurt, and there was nothing she could do about it. 

She looked down at the dried blood staining the front of Bagi’s sweater, and knew that there were more wounds she couldn’t see. Either because they were hidden by her clothes, or because they’d been erased by a respawn. Gone, but not forgotten. 

There was nothing Tina could do about those wounds. They’d both been hurt, and they were both going to continue to be hurt as the days went on. That was simply the reality of their situation. She couldn’t protect either of them from that.

But there was one thing Tina could do right now. 

Maybe it was the exhaustion of the past few days making her more bold than she was used to being. Or maybe she was just overwhelmed with wanting to do something to help Bagi. 

Either way, despite her fluttering heart, Tina didn’t let herself think twice as she moved both of her hands up to cup Bagi’s face. 

Bagi blinked, but didn’t pull away. 

“Tina?” She whispered, her cheeks growing warm under Tina’s hands. “What are you-”

Before she could finish, Tina was leaning forward, and pressed her lips as gently as she could to the darkened skin near Bagi’s eye. Bagi fell silent, her breath soft against the side of Tina’s head as she peppered light kisses all over Bagi’s bruises. 

When Tina pulled back, she kept her hands on Bagi’s face. Bagi stared at her like this was her first time ever seeing Tina.

“Was that okay?” Tina whispered. 

Slowly, so as not to dislodge Tina’s hands from her face, Bagi nodded. 

“That- That was more than okay,” Bagi stammered out. 

A beat passed. Bagi’s soft breath was now puffing across Tina’s face.

Tina began to lean in again. But before she could-

“I was given a task to kill you today.”

Freezing, Tina’s eyes flew open to see the same fear as before flashing across Bagi’s face. 

Tina’s sword was still on the ground behind her, just out of reach. Bagi’s hands had settled on her waist, and although their grip was gentle, it wouldn’t take much effort for Bagi to hold her in place. 

“Oh,” Tina breathed, her face still inches from Bagi’s. 

“I’m not going to though,” Bagi then said, her thumbs rubbing small circles into Tina’s sides. “I don’t care if I lose points. I’m not going to hurt you, Tina. I swear.”

She could’ve been lying. Bagi was good at that. She’d lied to Tina before, and although she swore she wouldn’t lie to her again, that was before they’d been dropped on this hellscape island. Things had changed now. They both knew that.

But despite all this, Tina didn’t move away. Her heartbeat didn’t pick up speed. She kept her hands on Bagi’s cheeks, and Bagi kept rubbing circles into her skin.

“Okay,” Tina whispered, her nose brushing against Bagi’s. “Then I’m going to kiss you.” 

And finally, Bagi smiled. 

“Please.” 

Tina leaned in, and Bagi met her halfway. Her lips were chapped, and Tina knew hers were as well. There was the unmistakable taste of blood on her lips. But still, the kiss was soft. It was soft and slow and everything Tina dreamed it would be. 

There was nothing harsh about it. Nothing fiery. Despite the fact that they were in purgatory, Tina couldn’t help but wonder what she’d done to get this little slice of heaven all to herself.

They pulled away at the same time. Bagi smiled at her, and Tina smiled back as she leaned forward to bump her forehead against the other girl’s. Butterflies fluttered around her chest. Her skin buzzed as Bagi continued to trace shapes into her sides. 

Seconds ticked by. Then, minutes. Tina readjusted so she was resting her head against Bagi’s shoulder, and Bagi had her arm draped over her shoulders. 

“We’re going to be okay,” Bagi said after a bit of silence.

Tina looked up at Bagi through her lashes, once again wondering how she managed to look so perfect no matter what. 

“Yeah,” Tina murmured, nestling in closer to Bagi’s side. “We will.” 

Later that night, when Tina would eventually wander back to her farm, Missa would be there checking on the crops. He’d ask her where she went, and she’d tell him she just went for a walk. He’d ask her if she was alright, if she’d gotten attacked by any mobs. And she’d tell him that she was okay. 

Her belt would be short one pouch of tea leaves, but he wouldn’t notice. None of her teammates would. No one would notice that her hands had stopped shaking either. Tina wouldn’t even notice until she went to pull the leaves off another tea plant.

And if her tea tasted better that night than it had since they all got trapped there, Tina would be the only one to notice that too.

[moldycantaloupe]

When The Sun Won't Shine

Words; 2.4k

Realtionships; Mountain/Aether, Mountain/Aether/Dewdrop

Tags; Character Death, Grief/Mourning, Angst, Emotional Hurt/Comfort, hurt/little comfort, Fluff, Anger, Lots of it, Character Study, Happy Ending, Kinda, Unhealthy Coping Mechanisms

Mountain had to sacrifice his own mourning to help his packmates. He forced himself to forget his grief, treat it as if it was something he read rather than lived through.

Notes; @forlorn-crows deemed it Mountain March over on Tumblr, so OBVIOUSLY I had to write mountain angst.

Read under cut or on Ao3 if you so desire.

Mountain didn’t know what to do with himself that day. Everything had changed so suddenly, all too much. 

His pack had felt a distant pain when it began. As if a muscle had grown taught, ready to snap. They were all in their common room when it happened, all head’s snapping up in unison. The sharp pain in their chests confirmed it. Their Papa was in trouble. 

They all split into pairs to go searching. Aether with Dewdrop, Ifrit with Zephyr. Mountain would stay to watch their den, keep them from harm's way. That was his first mistake, he thinks. It was hours later when he finally felt his heart rip out. One, two, three. Strings snapping off a guitar. Mountain grew antsy, growling at the pain in his body. He put on a record to distract himself, pacing crop circles into their rug. He swears he can still see those outlines today.

The door had all but slammed open. If he cared enough he would’ve felt the whiplash, but nothing could matter in that moment. Vaguely, he remembers feeling his body drain of blood as Aether stood in the door, a limp discoloured Dewdrop in his arms, his lungs rattling. 

“Sister,” Aether choked out, unshed tears in his eyes, “she-”

Mountain was at his side in mere seconds, grasping at Dewdrop. He remembers beginning to shake then, the burnt smell of flesh forever branded to his mind. He cradled that small face into his hand, too hot for their little water demon.

“What did she do?” Mountain growled. “Where is Ifrit and Zephyr?”

Aether forced out a sob, his knees giving in to the tile underneath. Mountain fell with him, watched as the last string snapped.

“She took them.” Aether cried. “They’re gone!”

Mountain remembers yelling with Aether after the shock dissipated from his vessel, remembers feeling the last bit of himself snap loose. They both mourned together at that doorway, a newly broken ghoul between them. The moon was a blood red that night.

He wishes that he could say the rest of the night was a blur, that he doesn’t remember anything past that point. But he remembers it all like it was recent. Aether calling for Omega, a guttural scream for help echoing throughout the abbey walls. Omega taking Dewdrop away from the broken pair, having to spend minutes begging them both to let him take him to the infirmary, promising that he was not going to hurt their little ghoul. Promising his own life, his own home, just to make sure Dew would live through the night.

Aether begged Mountain, for what, they both don’t know. Begged for it to be a cruel joke, pleas rushing out of his mouth for their pack and papa to come back. Desperate for Sister to give them back. Omega kept in touch through their bond, updates coming in throughout the night. Mountain remember’s a second cry leaving his lungs when they were told what exactly happened to their water ghoul. His poor Dewdrop.

Mountain had to sacrifice his own mourning to help his packmates. He forced himself to forget his grief, treat it as if it was something he read rather than lived through. He became a pillar in their trio, something that couldn’t be brought down. That was the image he forced, the image he hoped his packmates saw. He turned his grief into anger, lashing out on his own time, away from spectating eyes. He would not become a fool for the ministry to play with.

The rest of the week was a blur to him. He only remembers the tears, the sleepless nights. The gasoline when Dewdrop woke and learned. He remembers practically forcing Aether to down food, to shower. Aether begging Omega to let him sleep, even if it was restless. He was so tired of the constant torment grief had brought, he just needed one night. 

Having to live with a mourning and newly made fire ghoul only brought them pain. He still has the scar from when he had to get an unwilling Dewdrop to shower. Promising anything just to get him to try and live.

The ministry gave them all so little time to mourn what they lost before they were sent a letter, informing them of their new Papa, and a summoning for the next new moon. Two new ghouls would be joining their pack. Mountain growled, Aether sobbed, Dew combusted. Meeting their new Papa was brief. It was easier when they found out it was the Cardinal, as lousy as he was. It didn’t make the heartbreak go away, but it was easier. 

Dewdrop was all anger. Not a moment went by without the yelling, the cursing. Glass shattering, knees falling to the ground in anguish, the tears. He locked himself away for days before Mountain and Aether busted through the door. That night was locked away in a part of his mind that he had no access to. All he could recall was the scream that Dew had let out, the idea that he had finally lost his Dewdrop. 

The summoning went as awry as it could. Instead of summoning two new ghouls, they summoned four. Mountain sneered at that cocky grin the multi gave him, as if he was egging on the pain. The love that the air pair had for one another shone through in the entire room, clinging onto each other with their life.. He felt something in him fester when they met the new water ghoul. He was so innocent, so pure. He was everything. He was nothing. He was not his Dewdrop. 

Aether was the personified version of grief. It wasn’t until after the summoning that Mountain had to track him down, finding him in his bathroom with his ceremonial robes in tatters. He was leaned up against the toilet, fat tears streaming down his face. Mountain forced his hands out of his hair, watching his nails come back red and bloody. 

“They’re really gone,” Aether cried. Mountain held him close, letting his own chest muffle the screams he let out. 

He took notice of Dewdrop and how he nearly avoided the new pack. The low growl when one of them came too close to him. He had finally accepted his fire, had finally decided he preferred his fire over water. But Mountain knew. Knew that with the snide remarks towards the new water ghoul, the angry stares their way, that he was still mourning his first element. 

It was years later now. He would never admit it but he hated his new pack in the beginning. They were not the warm and chaos of Ifrit, the slow melodies of Zephyr. Their chaos was like a lightning storm, their warmth more like a summer’s day rather a hearth. Their slow, tender moments were different. Calling them warm would be wrong, calling them cold would be a lie. He never knows how to explain it, so he doesn’t. He thinks, hopes, that at least Aether understands. 

It was a slow Wednesday. He was in the kitchen when he heard it, the slow start to the song he swore never to hear again coming from their living space. He turned in time to see Swiss putting the sleeve of the record on display, showcasing to the world the music that played that night. A record they hadn’t touched since, letting it rot away at the back of their stack. But Swiss didn’t know that. He couldn’t have. Mountain watched as he walked towards Cumulus on the couch, offering a hand to her. She giggled and accepted, being hoisted up onto her feet as he began dancing with her. 

He caught eyes with Aether just in time. He couldn’t bear it. The sorrow in his eyes. The mild acceptance that coursed through his stature. His eyes flickered over to where Rain was now with Dewdrop, dancing together. Dew had a dopey smile on his face, Rain laughing at some remark that Swiss had said. Mountain realized at that moment that, no, he wasn’t over it.

He waited until Aether looked back to the group to walk away, abandoning his tea. He slipped out of their den, walking out towards the windy skies. He felt the earth welcoming him underneath his bare feet, calling him home. He headed towards his greenhouse.

Once inside, he heaved a sigh. He felt the familiar sting in his nose, his eyes begging to let the tears slip. But he didn’t know how, he couldn’t remember how. When was the last time he had cried about his first pack? 

The earth ghoul made his way towards the back of the greenhouse, kneeling down to the flowers that occupied the space. They were the most taken care of out of all of the plants he catered for, one flower bed for each pack member, new and old. He sat down at the start of the flowers, staring at them. Monsella tulips, lavender, marigolds. Perfectly cared for. Something he couldn’t provide then, he provided now.

It was only recently when Mountain realized that he treated his past pack as an idea rather than a memory. Something that never existed outside of his head. He wished he could say that had scared him, but all he felt was numb. He doesn’t remember not feeling numb towards his grief. 

He always had a distraction from himself. His drums, his new pack, his plants. It was rare that he was by himself with nothing to do, to let his thoughts fester. It was always a couple months before the anniversary that everything would come to a head in his psyche, forcing him to relive the trauma all over again. It seemed he was the only one of them that experienced this, and every year he felt all the guilt and grief weigh him down.

He hid the first two times this happened, too overwhelmed to even begin knowing what to do with himself.  He hid in his room, door locked and curtains drawn. His pack collectively had given him three days the first time before Dew lock picked his way in, Aether eyeing the untouched food at the ground. He knows what it smelt like when they walked in; rotting leaves, mildew. He hadn’t showered for a week at that point, barely let the sun touch him. He fought tooth and nail with Aether to just get out of the bed, baring his fangs to the fire ghoul when he just stood there, eyes wide and unseeing. When he wanted to yell at both of them, he couldn’t even let out a word. All he could do was to give in and comply.

Now, he still hid away, but he left his door unlocked for his pack. Just to give them peace of mind.

He was forced out his head when he heard the door to the greenhouse open. He didn’t flinch, didn’t bother turning to see who it was. The scent of chlorine infiltrated his nostrils. He continued to pet one of the tulips, letting the soft touch ground him.

Aether continued walking towards him before he sat himself down right next to Mountain, close to the lavender. Mountain only gave him a glance to tell him that he was here, he was present. They sat like that for minutes, watching the flowers glow in the evening sun. Aether was the first to break the silence.

“Did Ivy ever tell you what Ifrit did when he was first summoned?” Aether turned to Mountain with a crooked smile. Mountain shook his head with creased brows.

“Papa was giving Ifrit a tour of the greenhouse, for some reason, and even encouraged him to touch one of the flowers.” Aether chuckled.

Mountain’s eyes went wide, his brows further creasing. “Seriously?”

“Yeah. turns out it was one of the flowers that Ivy had just gotten to bloom after maybe weeks of waiting, and, you know.” Aether made a noise that mimicked the explosion, hands gesturing a smoke cloud. 

It was Mountain’s turn to chuckle, running a hand down his face. “Oh, Satanas.”

“Yeah, you think Dew’s rage is bad, have you ever seen Ivy’s?” 

“No,” Mountain looked over at Aether, his hand against his chin, “and I never want to see it.”

They both laughed quietly, humming in unison when their laughs began to slow. Aether pursed his lips inward, rubbing his fingers over a stray rock.

“I miss them.” He nearly whispers.

Mountain sighed, his smile starting to slip. “I know.”

It was a minute more before he heaved a sigh, letting go of the tulip in favor of holding Aether close to him, letting the quint rest his head on his shoulder.

“I miss them, too.” He finally admitted. Aether looked up at him, a sad smile on his lips. Mountain felt the sting of tears from earlier, a shaky inhale, his form slumped. Finally, he let himself go.

Aether said nothing as Mountain silently cried, only rubbed at his shaking back in soothing notions. His hand covered his mouth, desperate to hide any whines that may leak through.

“I miss them so much, Aether.” He hiccuped. “It hurts so much.”

“I know,” Aether pressed a kiss into his shoulder, “just let it out for me, big guy.”

He let years of pent up tears flow out of him, finding comfort in his mate’s embrace. He cursed the ministry for what they did, what they had done to his pack and Papa. He let his years of anger, his grief, all his sorrow out. When his cries died down to small hiccups and shaky breaths, Aether had him stand. He wiped his tears away, smoothed down his hair, and walked them both back up to their den.

What waited for them was home. Nobody commented on his red, glassy eyes, or his slumped figure, or the way he held onto Aether as if he was his life. They all yelled at the two of them to sit down at the dinner table and eat, Cirrus specifically pushing them to the dining room. He ate in his own silence and listened intently to his pack talk about their days, random stories from the past, bickering with one another. Dew talked about something him and Zephyr used to do, a grin plastered on his face. Aether kept a hand on his thigh, rubbing circles with his thumb. He would never admit it outwardly, but that small notion kept him there. Kept him grounded during their dinner. 

Mountain caught eyes with him and gave him a soft smile, one that met his eyes. He was ready to finally accept this new life, he thinks.

[signedjehanne]

dear white bandom tumblr, what the hell do you want us to say?

i’m tired. i’m really, really tired. 

look, what do you want us to say at this point? this was supposed to be a safe space, for the freaks and the outcasts, but we’ve long established that it is very much not safe. it’s crystal fucking clear.

and honestly, pretty much every white user on here is actively contributing to the hostility here. whether you like it or not, it’s not good to only reblog empty reassurances of anti-racism that do more service to yourself than to others. it’s not good to see poc on the dash trying to educate the white majority and doing everything possible to educate you, and either A) ignore it, B) like it, but don’t reblog it, because god forbid you sit with your discomfort for more than five seconds, or C) send racist anon hate to the original poster, or try to deflect their points. it’s not good to see something racist and let it slide. let me get this straight: none of these fans of color owe you anything. fans of color don’t owe you the time of day, fans of color don’t owe you education, and fans of color don’t owe you the dignity of a levelheaded reply in response to your racist comments. 

often times, we try to educate because we want this space to change. i mean, i didn’t have to write a five paragraph essay dissecting anti asian racism in mcr’s content. i did it because i was angry, and tired, and frustrated, and wanted the space to change. the same reason that every other ignored dissection and analysis that spent blood, sweat, tears, and emotional labor to make was created. a lot of the time you guys just don’t understand how much effort things like that take. and to be clear, this is not just the usual “oh my post didn’t go viral and i’m not a celebrity i’m so sad,” this is “i poured all of myself into trying to educate people that turned out to never care. i have been blatantly shown that the people around me aren’t interested in changing, no matter how much they claim to be.” 

and like, do you want me and countless other users to go in depth again? do you want us to jump from racist incident to racist incident? to hold your hand through explaining why making art of ray being arrested is bad, why gerard’s fetishization of asian people is bad, why making rising sun art and designs is bad, why reducing all of pete wentz’s work to being about mikey way is bad, why shaming people with non-european features for “not looking emo enough” is bad, why insulting and degrading pete and ray for their natural features is bad, why cropping ray out of tour videos is bad, why calling people slurs in their askboxes is bad? (and so much more that i didn’t add.) do you want us to go over the history of racism in alternative spaces as a whole? do you expect us to do all of those things for you on a whim, to make it palatable to you, as if we weren’t real people with real feelings behind the screen and as if we had infinite time and emotional energy? really? when there are many resources already out there, both online and offline? 

what all this tells me is you don’t see us as human. simple as that. you expect us to be able to take the abuse, to be able to silently let your racism pass, and if we ever speak up, you ignore the work we give to you and demand inhuman feats of patience and generosity, answering your every question and responding to your every debate and coddling you as you refuse to sit with the reality of the space you’ve helped to create. and that’s only if you claim to be on our side. 

it’s insane hearing you try to placate yourselves. trying to mindlessly agree without looking inward. i know this sounds harsh, but i know that most of you need to hear it. i just want this space to actually change, like i was begging for back in january and february. of course, i was foolish to believe that it ever would. and i’m foolish now, writing this as if people are ever going to pay attention. even if it does break a few hundred notes, it’s not like the message is going to stick around. sure, you’re “doing the work”, “listening and learning”, but how am i supposed to know that when your responses never change, and this scene stays the same as it ever was?

[atmilliways]

Wrong On The Money (33)

part 33 of ?? | 1085 words | Teen+

Blackmail fic on Ao3 | on tumblr

Summary:

“It’s not like you have to leave or make yourself scarce or anything,” Eddie had said, obviously trying to cushion the harsh truth. “You live here too, man.” Right. Like Eddie is going to want someone like him around all his older Hellfire buddies.

Just so y'all know, I have written up through part 40 and I do not think I will be able to wrap up the story by 42, as my heart of hearts wishes I could.

Anyway, cheers to Steve being so insecure that he kind of doesn't notice Eddie defending him with flowery prose.

33.

“It’s not like you have to leave or make yourself scarce or anything,” Eddie had said, obviously trying to cushion the harsh truth. “You live here too, man.”

Right. Like Eddie is going to want someone like him around all his older Hellfire buddies. These aren’t the kids. They have no reason to like him, and he doesn’t even understand the game; Steve has no right to butt in.  

But he doesn’t have a shift today, and Robin is hanging out with Vickie, and he doesn’t feel like going anywhere. He wakes up early out of sheer restlessness and tries to recreate the technique for cooking bacon that Mrs. Wheeler had shown him over Spring Break. So much had been going on then, but it had been good bacon, and the first hearty breakfast he’d had in a while. Every time he’d said so she’d beamed and flipped another fresh-off-the-griddle pancake onto his plate; after a while he’d asked for the recipe out of habit.

At least he hadn't gone into the Upside Down on an empty stomach. 

He makes breakfast, doing okay on the bacon. (He’ll have to keep practicing.) Wayne eats with him before his shift at the plant—part time these days, with the government money to help things along, and all day shifts now. There’s no pressure for small talk, and Steve appreciates that. He keeps his eyes down, sipping his coffee and bringing the fork to his mouth until his plate is empty. Before heading out Wayne claps a hand on his shoulder, leaving him buzzing with an unfamiliar feeling of approval.

So he wraps the leftovers in tin foil so they’ll still be warm-ish for when Eddie wakes up, and bakes cookies, too. Why the hell not? There’s a bag of chocolate chips in one of the cupboards and the recipe is right there on the bag. Steve follows it to the letter; he’s good at following instructions. 

The cookies are out of the oven and cooling by the time that Eddie shuffles in, and Steve. . . . God, Steve should not feel as gooey on the inside as he does over the guy’s epic bed head. He wants to run his fingers through it until all the tangles are gone and the curls spill across Eddie’s shoulders instead of frizzing out in complete defiance of gravity.

He passes Eddie a clean mug for coffee—the Garfield one that Steve knows is his favorite—and escapes the kitchen without a word. 

Steve doesn’t know if they’re playing D&D or what, but whatever they’re doing out there is loud. Eddie had mentioned that two of them were coming back to town for this. . . . Maybe they have a lot of catching up to do, so as a courtesy Steve doesn’t put music on to drown them out. Instead, he pulls out a deck of cards and starts playing.

It’s been a while. He used to do this a lot as a kid, when his parents were home throwing a grown up party where they didn’t want him underfoot, or alone and shouting at each other. Steve had never learned how to shuffle a deck the right way, first because his hands were too small and later because he’d devised his own ways. He plays the way farmers rotate their crops, going from solitaire games that put the suits together in numerical order to 52 card pickup to playing both sides of a game of War to randomize the deck again. Just killing time.

Because this house isn’t like the one Steve grew up in. It’s one story and there aren’t half as many extra rooms to soak up and hollow out sounds, so he hears every arrival and most of the exclamations over the cookies he'd never put away. (Which is fine, he bakes when he knows people will be around to eat the results.)

But he can’t make out actual words, not until he reaches the point where he can’t ignore his bladder any longer. With a mental middle finger flipped at his past self for drinking so much coffee earlier, Steve slips out of his room in time to hear—

“So what’s with Steve living with you, man?” 

He’s pretty sure that’s what’s-his-name. . . . Not Gary. . . . Gareth? That sounds right. 

“Yeah,” someone else pipes up through a mouthful of cookie . Steve doesn’t remember his name, but it’s not Gareth or Jeff. (He wonders if Eddie bothered to mention who made them.) “I mean, talk about your typical douchebag jock. That guy was the king of ‘em, why’d you even let him in the door?”

Someone else, the only girl at this little reunion of nerds, scoffs. “For fuck’s sake, you idiots are so stuck in high school.”

“I concur, Margaret.” That’s Eddie, and he sounds annoyed. “That’s a rude fucking question, Gare-bear. Do you know of him doing anything downright objectionable in the past year since he graduated? Granted, I only recently escaped the hallowed halls of our mutually beloathed—”

“Not a word,” several people object at once, like it's an inside joke.

“—Our mutually beloathed Hawkins High,” Eddie says, loud and powering through, “but it comes with different social structures and adaptation requirements. It is, if you’ll excuse the phrase, a whole different ball game—”

“Fuck, the exposure is already getting to him.”

And yeah, Steve is pretty sure he’s said something like that in the past week or so. It was about getting the kids to listen during emergency Upside Down situations versus normal times, but still. Oops. 

“I said pardon the phrase, Frank.”

“Eddie’s right,” Margaret cuts in. “Popularity, or freakhood, doesn’t transfer directly from high school to college. It’s a social reset, like going from being the oldest kids at middle school to bottom of the barrel freshman in high school. From high school to working can’t be that much different.”

“So you’re saying that King Steve is at the bottom of the barrel?” Gareth asks, audibly skeptical. 

“Nope, pretty sure that’s still me,” Eddie replies, with a brightness so fake it sets Steve’s teeth on edge. There’s something raw to it that he can’t begin to understand. Maybe Robin was right, and there is something bothering Eddie. 

Maybe something like . . . a housemate who listens in on his conversations?

There’s no way he could know, but Steve still winces and hurries to the bathroom. Sticking around for a possible debate about his worth to society or whatever wouldn’t be all that great a time, no matter which way it goes.

[2chopsticks2eyes]

What You Deserve: Part 3

This is part 3 of a three part series, please be sure to start from part one!

Part 1 / Part 2 / Part 3

Pairing: Lee Minho/Lee Know x Fem Reader

Themes: Smut, Angst, Fluff

Word Count: All parts are ~67k | AO3

Warnings: Smut, Explicit Sexual Content, mentions of non-con, PTSD, Anxiety, Alcohol, Cussing, Come Eating, Oral Sex, Hand Jobs, Vaginal Fingering, Blow Jobs, Loss of Virginity, Child Abuse, Child Neglect, References to Drugs, Drug Dealing, Alternate Universe - College/University, Eating Disorders, Childhood Trauma, Vaginal Sex, Protected Sex, Unprotected Sex

Summary: After unfortunate circumstances, you pack up and move to Korea with your best friend Bang Chan to attend college. After falling into Chan's group of friends he had established, you find yourself getting a little too close to the mild tempered and snarky Lee Minho.

Author's Note: I am probably spoiling the whole story with the warnings, but I like to be safe. I originally was only on AO3, but I wanted to link platforms with Tumblr and Twitter too. Hope you enjoy!

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Part Three: Making Amends

Minnie🐱🔥💋:

U looked sexy today dancing

U should wear that shirt more often

Little Mouse🐭😘:

My crop top?

U might need to convince me

What do I get out of it? 😏

Minnie🐱🔥💋:

Maybe u should come over and find out

Little Mouse🐭😘:

Lucky for u, I don’t work today 😌

Better make it good

On my way

Minnie🐱🔥💋:

I think u will be VERY convinced 😉

You smiled at your phone and decided to shimmy into one of your more sexy pieces of lingerie, a silky black crop top (might as well give him some incentive) and grabbed a light cardigan for the spring weather to leave. It had only been a couple days since you’d been outside of class with him, but it was enough to get you excited to go to his place. When you stepped out into the living room, Chan was lounging on the couch by himself. “Hey Channie! Where’s Lix?”

“Hyunjin’s place.”

“No surprise there.” You chuckled and he smiled at you. “Holy shit! I forgot to tell you! So you know how your lounge’s coffee is shit?”

“It’s hard to forget.” He grimaced.

“Well, I didn’t tell you, but I asked my boss if he was considering a sister store and I suggested setting up as an addition to collaborate with the lounge! He said if I planned everything out and it would help with both yours and our revenues, he could let me set it up!”

His eyes turned into saucers. “Kiyomi!” He stood up and abruptly wrapped you in his arms. “You are so fucking amazing! That’s an amazing idea!” He stood back with his hands on each side of your arms. “Let me know if you need help with anything. I’m always here for you, sweetheart.”

He gave you a sad smile and squeezed you closely. You were slightly confused, but you tightly hugged him back.

“I’m sorry I haven’t been around lately, Y/N…”  He sounded hesitant. “I… I found a girlfriend..." You pulled back and your eyes widened. "-her name is Lisa - she’s fucking gorgeous and I realized I’ve been spending a lot of time with her lately. I hadn’t even considered that you were probably feeling lonely at home.” He raised a hand and cupped your cheek.

You felt guilty and glad at the same time. “That’s great Channie! I’m so happy for you! This wouldn’t happen to be miss couch cowgirl would it?” You tauntingly grinned.

“Well… so what if it is?” His face was bright red and you pinched his flushed cheek, which was immediately swatted away.

“Well at least you tasted a sample before committing.” You winked at him and he gave you a disgusted look while stepping back with an unamused expression. “But really, Chan. I really am happy for you. I will have to meet her at some point.”

“Yeah definitely, I’ve already talked her ear off about you.”

“All good things I presume?”

“No, I absolutely trashed you. Told her you were a piece of a shit.” He said nonchalantly.

“Well joke’s on you. You’re the one who loves this piece of shit.” You poked your tongue out at him and he laughed at you, wrapping you in a warm hug again. You thought about it and you wanted nothing more than to ease his worries. “And about the… loneliness, don’t worry about me, pup. I have 7 new amazing friends that will help out with that. Min and I hang out all the time!”

He tensed at that last bit and you froze. “Minho?” You pulled back and searched his eyes for what he was thinking.

“Y-yeah… he tutors me, remember?” You tried to deflect the attachment to ease his worries.

He physically softened. “Oh yeah. I forgot about that.”

“Channie?” He hummed in response, smoothing the hair on your head while doing so. “Do you have a problem with me and Minho?”

He retracted his hand and sighed. “I- I dunno, Kiyomi. I love him like a brother, I do, but when I first met him… he was a real playboy. He would pick up girls every time we all went out together and would take them home, and the next time we would see him, he would be marked up all over and he was constantly hungover. When we asked about the girls, he just said it was a quick fuck and probably wouldn’t see them again.” He looked up at you with sad eyes. “He hasn’t really done that within the past year as far as I know, but I dunno, I guess I just worry about a pretty girl like you hanging around him a lot.”

Your mouth was agape and your stomach had dropped. How many girls had Minho been with? Is he just waiting to fuck me then bounce? No that doesn’t make sense, he is the one that is wanting to hold off. Well, he could just be playing with his food before… Your mind wouldn’t stop racing at this new bit of information and you started wondering about his past. You really didn’t know much about him before you met other than his cats and the fact that he lived in Gimpo.

“It’s stupid though, he’s an amazing friend and I wouldn’t ever want to change him now. He really seems to have cleaned up his act.” Chan reiterated.

“S-so what? You’re worried we would start dating or something?” You tried to dance around the question, trying to understand what his stance was.

“I mean I guess. I dunno, like I said, it’s stupid. But it’s Min we’re talking about, completely not your type.”

You rolled your eyes. “Chan, you must be really naïve if you think my tastes haven’t changed since high school. I think I prefer actual men other than whiny jocks and stoners nowadays.”

“Touché.” He looked down at the cardigan you were holding. “Going somewhere?”

You panicked. You couldn’t tell him you’re going to hang out with Minho right after he said he didn’t feel comfortable with it! “Uhhh, Ji said he wanted to hang and watch movies tonight.” Guilt overflowed your heart, but Chan wasn’t ready to know the truth quite yet.

“Oh okay cool. Have fun! Be safe!” You breathed a sigh of relief and waved as you stepped outside. Once you got on the bus, you immediately texted Jisung.

Kiyomi Aussie😍:

Jisung! My Blueberry #1! 🥰

My best little quokka! 😍

My handsome piece of cheesecake! 😘

Quokka🐿🍰:

…🤨

What did u do and what do u want from me?

I refuse to bury a body 🙅🏽♂️

Even if it is for a pretty girl 😉

Damnit now I’m craving cheesecake

Kiyomi Aussie😍:

Ji, u always want cheesecake

But I will def buy u one if u do me a solid

I’m going to Min’s place but I told Chan I’m going to hang w/ u for a movie night

Can u PLEASE cover for me? 🙏🏼

Quokka🐿🍰:

U had me at cheesecake

I don’t know y he would check in w/ me

But I’ll cover for u beautiful 😚

Kiyomi Aussie😍:

Ur a saint Ji! Next time I see u you’ll get u ur cake

Quokka🐿🍰:

So, do tell…

What is it that u and Mr. Lee REALLY plan on doing tonight?

...😉

Definitely going to ghost that text. No regrets. When you stepped up to Minho’s apartment door, you adjusted your bralette underneath your shirt and checked your makeup from the camera on your phone. You paused for a moment and laughed at yourself, never did you think you would try this hard to look good for a man. The thought of his previous escapades popped into your mind and you briefly got nervous. Maybe I can slip in the topic at some point…

You knocked on the door and it took a moment for him to answer. When he opened the door, you saw that he was dressed up, had beautiful dark makeup on, and had his hair done with shaggy looking waves. In other words, he looked like a whole motherfucking snack. His eyes went wide as he looked down at your midriff. “Well hello beautiful! You’re bribing me aren’t you?” You sauntered in and gave him a sensual kiss.

“So what if I am?” He ran his hands over your exposed waist and slightly dipped his fingers up under the hem of your top. All according to plan.

You started to pull your cardigan off, but he stopped you. “Don’t, we're going out.” He grabbed your hand and led you out of the apartment.

“Oh really? And where is it, pray tell, that you plan on taking us?” You clung on to his arm and the two of you walked down to his motorcycle. 

“It’s a secret.” He winked at you and strapped on your helmet. Then he fucking lifted  your whole damned body to seat you on the back. I know I weigh very little, but damn, that’s fucking hot. You bit your lip and he gave you an expression that he knew exactly what you were thinking.

The ride was another free flying experience. Adrenaline, excitement, and arousal overflowing your senses. You had never been this horny around anyone before, but it seemed like this man exuded sex appeal wherever he went. Your hands moved from grabbing onto his waist, to grabbing onto his muscular thighs, teasing him by sliding up and down them, moving closer to his groin.

He turned his head for a moment with a glare and then picked up the speed, making you cling to his waist for dear life. You heard him laugh loudly and you smacked his chest, making him laugh even louder.

He turned into a dark, sketchy alleyway and parked in a small car lot with very few cars. When he helped you off the bike and removed your helmet, you gave him a suspicious gaze. “Is this where you murder me and throw my body in a dumpster fire?”

“Of course not!” He looked utterly offended. “I would sell your organs for petty cash first!”

You couldn’t help but guffaw at that. “Ah, that makes much more sense! You’re so smart, babe.” He snickered as well, as he held his hand out.

“This way to your demise, darling.” You dramatically bowed and took his hand. He led you out of the lot and down a half staircase on the side of the alleyway and what you saw when he opened the door blew your mind. 

A night club with colorful and flashing lights filled the room. It didn’t look trashy unlike what resided outside. A whole ass dance floor filled the room with a lit up bar fully lining the back wall. “Holy demented shit, Minho?! Where the hell did this come from?!” You had to yell over the loud EDM music filling the air.

“Old spot I used to regularly go to a year or two back! The drinks are badass!” Your mind filled with images of him dancing up on other women and you had to shake it from your mind. He’s here with me now, that's all that matters.  

The air was electric and the building smelt like smoke, sex, and liquor. The neon lights that flickered over Minho’s face were mesmerizing. You couldn’t even come up with a witty response to his smirk with how beautiful he looked. He looked completely in his element with his age worn leather jacket and lax disposition. Shadows danced underneath his cheekbones and his eyes twinkled in the lights. Your body moved before your brain did as you placed a chaste kiss on his cheek.

“Well I definitely would like to put our dancing skills into action! Let’s go!” You grabbed his hand and dragged him around the mounds of dancing and grinding bodies. When you reached the bar, Minho raised his hand to the bartender and he immediately left the line of people he was tending to.

“Holy shit! If it isn’t Lee Minho!” He grabbed his hand over the bar to shake it firmly. “Where the hell have you been?!” The man looked close to Minho’s age and had handsome features. Damn, why does every man I meet in this country have to be so goddamn beautiful??

“Hey Jackson! Long time no see! I’ve just been busy as hell!” This supposed ‘Jackson’ turned his gaze over to you and offered a debonair smile.

“Well who’s this lovely lady?” He picked up your hand from the bar and chastely kissed the back of it. You mildly flushed at the action and Minho cutely swatted him away.

“This is my girlfriend, Y/N. Isn’t she a beauty?” Minho looked at you with pride and you nudged his side when your stupid face blushed.

“Girlfriend? Out of anyone I’ve seen you with, since when did you grow a sense of commitment?” Minho’s expression was undiscernible and he punched Jackson’s shoulder over the bar.

“Since I’ve been away from your shit influence!” Minho quickly deflected. “Babe, get anything you like, it’s on me.” He beams at you with an unfairly sexy half grin.

“It’d better be! I’m broke as fuck!” He laughed and wrapped his arm around your waist, pulling you close. “Well I want some Bullet Bourbon and Coke, but I want you –” You shoved your pointer finger into his chest. “-to take some shots with me first!”

He cackled at you. “Whatever you say, your highness!” He turned back to Jackson. “I’ll take the usual.” He winked at the two of you as he took Minho’s credit card and rushed off to mix some concoctions. You turned back to Minho with a raised eyebrow and a half grin.

You figured now was as good a time as any to bring it up. “No commitments Mr. Playboy? Exactly how many women have you brought here?” Your voice sounded teasingly, but your mind was dreading the answer.

Again, his expression was unreadable, but quickly turned into a cocky grin and he closed in on your ear. “Why? Is my little mouse jealous?” You shivered as the hot breath rolled across your neck and you pushed him away rolling your eyes.

“More like I want to see how many women I’m competing with around here.” You crossed your arms and eyed him down.

His expression turned soft and your concerns started to melt. He wrapped his arms around your waist again and linked his hands behind you. “There is no competition, Y/N. No one can compare to you. Mind nor body.” You were positively swooning and there was no way he didn’t notice. But before he could comment on it, Jackson showed up with a tray overflowing with drinks.

You deadpanned over to Minho. “This is your usual? Min, you don’t need to get me shitfaced to get me to want to fuck you. I’ve literally been begging. ” He absolutely cracked up and doubled over.

“Maybe I just wanted to see you wasted out of your mind!” You glared at him and he abruptly leaned in for a sweet, sensual kiss. You felt kind of awkward with the intense PDA, but his lips were so addicting that you couldn’t care less. You melted into it and wrapped your arms around his neck. Before it could get any more heated, he broke the kiss by shoving a shot glass in front of your face, instantly catching you off guard. “ This beauty is called the Screaming Orgasm.”

You looked at him with wide eyes. The shot looked like a mixture between chocolate milk and an espresso shot. In other words, it looks delicious . You grabbed the shot and cocked your eyebrow. “Is this a threat or a promise?”

He grabbed his own from the tray of four more of the same shots and held it up for a toast. “We won’t know until the night ends, will we?” He had a cheeky smile and was looking down at your lips, licking his own in temptation.

The sex this man exuded was beyond belief. “I’m holding you to your word, babe.” The two of you threw back your drinks and your taste buds were stimulated with a creamy, coffee-like taste and the sting of vodka. You closed your eyes and relished in the taste as it slid down your throat. The warmth that hit your stomach was the familiar feel of intoxication that would surely hit you soon. You opened your eyes and Minho was smirking at you. “It’s delicious! But I couldn’t say that I had an orgasm, screaming or otherwise.”

He scoffed at you. “Patience, little mouse.” He picked up his drink which was a delicious shade of dark red. He watched you eyeball it as he took a sip, smirking at you then promptly handing it over to you. You sniffed it and it smelled absolutely divine. When you drank it, the fruity, bitter taste drowned your senses and warmed up your nerves. “Bokbunja, it’s a Korean fruit wine.” You took another gulp with an innocent look and he just rolled his eyes at you. “I guess we’re switching then.” He grabbed your bourbon and coke and took a couple of large gulps as well.

He sat his newly appointed drink down while you gulped down your fruity wine like you hadn't had anything to drink in weeks. When you finished, he laughed and gave you the rest of your original drink which only had about a third left. “Let’s take another shot and go dance!” He yelled over the ever growing noisy crowd. You nodded your head, reluctantly sat down your drink, and clinked your shot glasses together, downing them whole. He grabbed you by the hand and dragged you to the dance floor with a seductive smile on his face.

He pulled you close and brought your arms to wrap around his neck, to which you complied eagerly. The upbeat music overflowed your senses and you felt like it was only the two of you in the room. Of course, with the both of you being dancers, you tore up the dancefloor. The two of you were perfectly in sync and your bodies couldn’t get any closer. You could feel your combined touches heating up and his hands were roaming all over your back and ass.

You turned in his grasp as he wrapped his arms around your waist and hips, pulling you close to him. You leaned your head back onto his shoulder and wrapped your arms around his neck from behind. You’d never felt so sexy in your life and you could definitely thank your beyond gorgeous boyfriend for that. 

You felt like you were floating on cloud nine. The bass of the music shaking the floor, the gentle hands ghosting up and down your body, and the buzzing of alcohol in your veins. It was euphoric.

You had no clue how long you two had been dancing, but the more you felt the alcohol getting to you, the more daring you became. You rhythmically rolled your hips back to grind up against him and he groaned in your ear, his hot breath sending heat waves through your core. He suddenly dug his face in the crook of your neck and started sucking at your pulse point, commencing the soaking of your panties.

You turned back around hungrily and repeated the same action to him, re-darkening the already purple marks on his neck. He snaked a knee in between your legs and you started to grind on it, stimulating your clit and not giving a damn that there were hundreds of dancers around you because - let’s be honest - there were others dancing a lot more provocative than you were right now. When you released Minho, he growled in your ear. “I need to sober up or I’m going to fuck you right here in front of everyone.”

“Better than nothing, babe.” You flashed him an evil grin, which he took away with a ravenous kiss. You could feel the reluctance he had to pull away, but when he did, he grabbed your hand and led you back to your spot at the bar, drinks right where you had left them. Jackson hurried back over to you guys.

“More shots? Drinks? Condoms?” He smirked at the two of you. You threw back the two remaining shots. 

“Condoms please!!” Your inebriated state didn’t give a fuck for shouting that to a complete stranger.

Minho rolled his eyes and mussed your hair. “No, just a couple of waters and the tab please.” A moment later he returned with the aforementioned items. Jackson slid over Minho’s card and he scooped it up.

“You good to drive, man?” He said as he slid the waters towards you, which you happily clambered it over to sip on, enjoying the refreshment from the hot atmosphere.

“Yeah, the dancing sobered me up a bit and I didn’t have nearly as much to drink as this little firecracker.” He wrapped his arm around your shoulder and you fell into him, looking up at him with a gummy grin which he returned with a look of adoration, pinching your flushed cheek in the process.

“Okay, man! You two have fun tonight! Don’t do anything I wouldn’t do!”

“Jackson, there’s literally nothing you wouldn’t do.” Minho deadpanned.

“Exactly!” He laughed as he walked away.

You watched as Minho downed his water to catch up with your already almost finished glass and he grabbed you by the waist. “Let’s get out of here, little mouse.”

- - - - - - - - - -

You crashed through the apartment door, lips still latched onto each other while you stripped off your cardigan and shoes, Minho kicking the door shut behind him. Your hands were all over each other and Minho grabbed your wrists to pin you up against the wall. You whined and tried to free your hands as he flexed his thigh against your pussy, sucking and licking your neck in the process.

“What was it you said about convincing you, little mouse?” He was rapidly breathing against your neck and you had to reclaim your mind to remember what he was talking about. His full body pressed against you did nothing to help with your muddled brain.

Right, this was all about the damned crop top . You scoffed at the stupid idea. “I can definitely say I am getting there.” You gasped as he bit your earlobe.

“I guess I’ll just have to try harder.” You shivered at his whispered words. Your hands clawed at him to pull off his shirt and he did the same with yours. You immediately took off your pants as well and his eyes went wide as saucers as he saw your lingerie underneath. “Holy fuck…” Without warning, he lifted you up by both of your legs and wrapped them around his waist, grinding into your soaking panties in the process. The feeling of his rock hard bulge against your sensitive clit was enough to make you cry.

“Min, please. Please ! I want you so badly, baby!” You threw your head back against the wall as he kneaded your ass and pulled your bralette to the side with his teeth so he could suck on your nipple. You removed one of your hands from where it was wrapped around his neck and reached in between the two of you to fumble with his belt buckle, unsuccessfully unfortunately. 

He pulled you off the wall to venture into the bedroom with your writhing body wrapped in his arms, throwing the two of you down on the bed. You finally pulled off his belt and pants and pulled him back down on top of you. You grinded up onto his warm erection through his boxers and moaned at the feeling of only having two pieces of fabric between you and the scorching heat in his pants that you most desired. “Kiyomi… fuck… you’re making this so hard on me, baby… I want… ngh… it to be special…” You could see he was quickly losing his composure.

You knew you were still drunk, but all you could think about was how good it felt for him to be pressed up against you, your vagina cupping around his bulge perfectly through your panties. Your whines only seemed to egg him on further. He growled and glared down at you with fire and passion in his eyes. He jumped off of you and only got your panties down about halfway before he plunged his face in you.

You screamed as he roughly sucked on your clit, fully thrusting two fingers in and out of you while aiming for your sweet spot over and over and over again. It was too much stimulation all at once and you didn’t know if you wanted him to slow down or speed up. Your hands were tearing through his messy hair, but that seemed to push him even further. His mouth moved to your thighs and you gasped and swore at the delicious pain of his biting and sucking.

You screamed at what was probably the quickest orgasm you had ever experienced, drenching his sheets and vision going fuzzy. He didn’t stop there though, he continued to abuse your aching pussy and ran his mouth and tongue over every inch he could reach. 

He kept on and on and on. You are sure you came at least three times, Minho’s hand pleasuring himself underneath his boxers all the while.

Before you knew it, he had ripped off the remaining distance of your panties and climbed back on top of you. He wrapped your legs around his waist and dry humped your clit through his boxers like a mad man.

The oversensitivity to your clit drove you mad and you could feel your juices seeping through his boxers, the tip of his erection peeking out just through the top of the hem of them. “Holy fuck baby, you’re going to kill me…” He shakily said through his desperate thrusts. You squeaked and gasped at the sensation of his heat pressed up against you through his offending piece of cloth and you could tell he was getting less and less controlled. You both fucking lost it when the bare tip of his dick rubbed up against your clit. “F-fu– fuck!”

His semen completely covered both of your chests from where his head was peaking out of his boxers, completely falling on top of you with an exhausted huff. You ran your fingers through his hair as the both of you were panting heavily against each other. Once you regained a modicum of a brain cell, you breathed out. “Minnie… I’m tired of waiting…”

He leaned up and kissed you on the forehead. “I know, baby. I know…”

- - - - - - - - - -

A couple days after that, the group decided to get together one day after you got off work. You were all going to go to Eunsincheo to hang out so everyone could harass the Aussie to serve your every whim. You really didn’t want to go out in your grimy work clothes, but it had been a while since you had all gotten together, so you said why the hell not.

You were going to go to the lounge and then the coin karaoke again once Chan got off work. The first thing you saw when you entered was the unmatched beauty of the man of your dreams, Lee Minho. For some reason, Chan was nowhere in sight. Everyone was ecstatic to see you and jumped out of their sofas and lounge chairs to come hug you.

Of course it was Felix and Hyunjin first, hugging you from each side and brightening your mood with Felix’s sunshine smile and Hyunjin’s natural humor. Changbin almost squeezed the life out of you. Seungmin and Innie - thankfully - gave you normal hugs. And Jisung picked you up and twirled you around, kissing your cheek when your feet touched the floor again making you giggle hysterically.

Minho came up behind him and shoved him away with a glare. “Whaaat? I haven’t hung out with her in ages!”

“Channie-hyung said you and Kiyomi were together the other day though?” Felix questioned Jisung with an utterly confused look on his face. Your body tensed up as nervous ice froze your nerve endings and you had hoped no one noticed.

Jisung looked at you with a terrified expression. “Uuh y-yeah, we did! But we were just watching movies so… uh, we weren’t really ‘hanging out’ if we weren’t talking?” He nodded his head as if he was satisfied with his own lie. Felix thankfully seemed content with it as well.

Minho finally looked at you with a bright smile and wrapped his arms around your waist, you bringing your arms around his neck and burrowing your heads in each other's necks. “Hi.”

You chuckled at his simple greeting. “Hey, loser.”

The two of you pulled back and realized the whole group was looking at the two of you. You and Minho immediately took a big step away from each other and cleared your throats.

“Kiyomi!! I saved you a seat!” Jisung was bouncing on the cushion as he patted the spot next to him. Bless Jisung for dissipating that tension. Again, you were squished between the two best friends on the couch up against the wall.

You ruffled both of their hairs. “Aw, my blueberry boys are together with me again!” Minho rolled his eyes and flicked your hand away and Jisung just snuggled into your touch, leaning against your shoulder.

“Where’s Chan? I thought he was working today?” You peered around the area and he was nowhere to be found.

Changbin spoke up. “He’s in the back, the shitty coffee maker broke again. Which, in all honesty, might be a blessing. The coffee here is shit.” He took a sip of his smoothie he obviously brought from elsewhere.

“Well then you will be happy to hear what I have to say.” You declared smugly to the group. The circle was silent in suspense. “I am working on convincing my boss to let us join up with you and add a small branch here in the lounge. I feel like if we sell our coffee here, you guys will get a lot higher customer flow.”

The whole group exclaimed different levels of excitement from your statement. “Holy hell, that’s awesome Kiyomi!” Little Innie leaned forward in his seat with intrigue. 

“Oh my god I could kiss you right now! I always knew you were my type of girl, Kiyomi. Strong, independent, smart. You have single handedly saved all of our taste buds.” Ji simply stated as he leaned back against the arm of the couch and spread his legs across yours and Minho’s laps. You watched in amusement as your blueberries stared at each other on either side of you. Jisung with a shit-eating grin and Minho with a bone-chilling glare.

“I just have to draw up a game plan and talk to your boss first before I can even think of that dream coming to fruition.” You stole a drink of Changbin’s smoothie and you were grateful that he didn’t even bat an eyelash. He actually smiled fondly.

“I may or may not have mentioned something to the boss man already.” Everyone looked up and saw Chan wiping his hand on a rag and walking up to the group. “He said he is very interested in meeting with you and wanted me to give you his number.” You jumped out of your chair and ran to hug him. He laughed at you and wrapped you in a tight hug, lifting you up in the process. “Kiyomi, you literally saw me just this morning.” He chuckled as he lowered your feet to the ground again.

You gasped in mock offense. “What? I can’t thank you? Fine! I guess I’m not worthy anymore for the great ‘ Captain Bang Chan’ .” You said with finger quotes. “I guess I’ll find someone else to receive all of my hugs.” You dramatically and wistfully remarked as you turned back to your seat. You felt hands wrap around your waist and Chan squeezed you painfully from behind. Already facing your seat, you saw Minho balling his fists with white knuckles with an unamused face while everyone else was chuckling.

Oh? Is someone jealous? You couldn’t control the smirk that grew on your face and you decided to test your theory. You reached back behind you and poked Chan’s side, making him release you from the tickles. When he did, you turned around and started poking him in all the spots you knew would make him jolt.

He squirmed with a giggle that looked completely ridiculous on a man of his size and muscle mass. He abruptly bent over and threw you over his shoulder, slamming you down on the empty loveseat. You screeched as he jumped on top of you, preventing you from running away, tickling you relentlessly.

“Chan! Chan! Haha! Stop! I’m gonna pee!”

“That’s what you get, runt!” Apparently at some point, Jisung and Minho had stood up from their spot on the couch and lifted Chan off of you, tackling him to the ground and wrestling him. Chan was laughing but he was annoyed that he was outnumbered. “Guys! What the hell?!”

“Kiyomi was sitting with us, you thief! We are reclaiming our honor!” You giggled at Jisung’s bravado as you sat up and walked back over to your place on the couch, making the two blueberries pop up and bound over back to your sides. They wrapped their arms around you, caging you from both sides and shot threatening looks over at Chan. Jisung really looked more adorable than fearsome, but Minho looked down right pissed.

Chan just chuckled as he stood up and then froze when he looked over at you three, instantly putting you on edge. Is he seriously that pissed from just a hug? “Jesus Min! Who the fuck did that to your neck?” Oh. You felt chills down your spine, knowing exactly what he meant.

The marks. The marks you intimately claimed him with. The hickeys that ran all up and down his jaw, neck, and much further down the collar of his shirt than they even knew. Everyone but you and Jisung instantly whipped their heads to look at Minho and they all sniggered. “Is our devil hyung finally getting some action again?” Changbin clapped his hands together as he laughed.

“I knew this would happen again at some point.” Jeongin scoffed and looked down at his hands.

“Hyung, you getting back in the swing of things? Kiyomi! You wouldn’t believe it! Minho-hyung used to take home chicks left and right almost every time we hung out! It was absol–”

“MAYBE I’M DONE FUCKING AROUND!” Minho stood up, cutting off Hyunjin mid-sentence, startling everyone. Everyone was silent and staring at Minho in awe. You had seen him upset before, but he was downright seething now. “Maybe I’m not a fuckboy anymore! Maybe…” He turned around to you and stared into your eyes. “...I found someone worth a damn.”

Your heart ached and you wished you could stand up and wrap him in a big hug. You wished that Chan could accept it. Chan was your beacon of light in your life, but suddenly, Minho was a light in the darkness as well.

Hyunjin stared at him with mouth agape. “Hyung, I-”

“I’ve got somewhere to be…” With that, Minho marched out of the lounge, leaving everyone speechless.

“What the fuck was that about?” Seungmin casually sat back in his chair and you and Jisung looked at each other with worried faces.

“I- I’m gonna go check on him, see if he’s okay…” When Jisung stood up to chase after him, Hyunjin grabbed his arm.

“Can you tell him I’m sorry…?” Hyunjin looked down at his feet and Jisung patted his hand.

“Of course, buddy.” And with that he was off. You wanted to run off to comfort him as well, but you knew Chan would have something to say about it. So you just sat back against the empty couch and numbly accepted Chan’s cuddles when he plopped down on the couch with you as the group started talking about your plans to collaborate with the lounge.

You didn’t engage in much conversation after that.

- - - - - - - - - -

After a very fruitless attempt to enjoy your time at karaoke with the remaining boys, you told Chan you were going to go bring something to Min to cheer him up and hang out with him and Ji. Thankfully, not only did he not protest, but he encouraged it.

You stopped by the store and got some horror movies, popcorn, soda, and some bourbon. And, since you were already there, you got a whole ass cheesecake for Jisung. You hoped and prayed that they were at Minho’s place because you definitely didn’t want to have to get back on the bus with all those groceries again.

You walked up to Minho’s apartment with your arms loaded with bags and knocked on the door with your foot. After a moment, Jisung answered the door when his face completely lit up. “HYUNG! I HAVE A SURPRISE FOR YOU!” He yelled across the tiny apartment as if he wasn’t just a few feet around the corner. You shucked off your shoes and walked into the kitchen to set the bags down on the island. Minho turned around from his spot on the couch and the glower he was sporting turned into a Cheshire grin.

He just about leaped over the couch and pushed you against the fridge, kissing you tenderly with his hands on the sides of your face. His tongue explored your mouth unexpectedly, but fully reciprocated. Your whole body warmed with affection and your arms wrapped around his waist. Shit, PLEASE don’t get turned on with Jisung watching.

As if he could hear your thoughts, you both heard Jisung clear his throat from beside you and you turned your head apologetically. Minho, however, just kept on kissing down your neck and ran his hands down your shoulders. You had to push him away with an exasperated face. “Sung, you’re such a cock block!” Minho groaned.

“Don’t say that about my little quokka!” You shuffled over to wrap him in a hug, which he nuzzled into. “I want to spend time with him too!”

Minho crossed his arms with an unamused face. “Well I guess I should leave you guys alone then. Should I turn on the mood lights before I head out?” 

“Yes please!” Jisung threw his arm over your shoulder as he excitedly responded.

You elbowed him and pointed a finger, motioning at both of them. “Neither of you are leaving because I have planned an extraordinary night for all of us!”

The both of them smirked. “I don’t think I’m down for a threesome just yet, beautiful.”

“Yah!” Both you and Minho shouted at Jisung’s giggly suggestion. Minho immediately tackled him and they started wrestling on the ground. You couldn’t contain the smile of adoration at their stupidity as you pulled out all of the contents of the bags, throwing one of the bags of instant popcorn in the microwave. Their attention didn't waver at all due to Minho having his thighs wrapped around Jisung’s head like he was trying to squash a damn melon.

“BOYS!” You called their attention and they quickly untangled their limbs, standing up immediately, Minho with a smug smile and Jisung with an apologetic face. You gave a satisfactory smile and displayed your assorted items on the countertop, the microwave beeping with perfect timing.

“CHEESECAKE!!!” Jisung dove over to you and wrapped his arms around you possessively. “Hyung, I’m sorry, but I am marrying her. You have no say in the matter.” He kept his arm around you as he lifted off the plastic covering and inhaled the sweetness.

Minho grabbed your arm and pulled him toward you harshly, catching you and snaking his hand around your waist. “Yah, do you want to die, Han Jisung?” He took an aggressive step toward him and the quokka cowered away.

“On second thought, I think I’ll just marry this cheesecake.” Jisung grabbed the container and moved safely to the other side of the counter. 

You pushed Minho away. “Yah! I’m not a ragdoll, you assholes!” They chuckled at your whining and Minho kissed you on the cheek.

The quokka looked down at the rest of the goodies on the counter and squeaked at the movies. “Horror movie night!” He grabbed a fork, cheesecake, and the movies and shuffled to the living room, plugging in a DVD.

“Who uses DVDs anymore?” Minho smirked, taunting you. He placed his hand on your shoulder with mock consolation. “Your age is showing, noooona . We use streaming services now.” 

You punched his shoulder and he fell against the wall and acted like he had been shot. “Maybe the same person who still owns a DVD player!” You pointed to the opening trailers of the movie on the screen.

“Hah! She’s not wrong, hyung!” Jisung yelled from over the edge of the couch.

Minho refused to respond, but instead repeated Jisung’s words with a mocking tone like an adolescent teenager. You rolled your eyes amusingly and poured the popcorn into a bowl. As you pulled glasses out of the cupboard and turned back around to the island, Minho was instantly in front of you, bracketing you with his hands on each side of the counter.

“Are you trying to get me drunk so I’ll fuck you?” He whispered with a menacing tone.

You shivered as he ran his finger down the side of your jaw. You tried to regain your composure. “Maybe I just thought you needed to take the edge off. Either way, Ji is here so I think that would be off the schedule anyway.” You winked at his dark expression and pushed past him, going to pour everyone’s drinks.

- - - - - - - - - -

The three of you were lazing back on the couch, Jisung on your left and Minho on your right, all of you having finished about three drinks each. You were leaned back against Jisung’s chest while Minho was between your outstretched legs down the length of the couch, on his stomach and arms wrapped around your waist. You ran your fingers through Minho’s hair with his head stuffed right in between your boobs, head still turned toward the TV.

Eventually, you realized that your boyfriend had fallen asleep, indicated by his deep breaths and turning his head to snuggle further into your breasts. You chuckled at him and Jisung looked over the side of your head to examine the sleeping beauty.

“You know he really likes you right?” Jisung said in a low voice from where he was positioned behind you. You slightly leaned your head over on his chest so you could look at his face. You smiled at him and nodded.

“I really like him too…” You looked back down at your purring kitty and continued petting him.

“He probably doesn’t want me talking to you about this, but…” You looked back at the quokka. “He had a really hard time a couple of years ago. It made him desensitize himself and he did some really messed up things that he regrets.” Jisung looked down at Minho with sad eyes. “I won’t get into the details of why, but I just wanted to fill you in what the guys were talking about at Eunsincheo.”

“Yeah, um…” You guiltily looked away. Movie completely forgotten. “Chan might have mentioned something… but he was kind of vague…”

He looked down at you with worry. “He doesn’t want to say anything because he is afraid of how you will react, so I won’t say anything other than the fact that that life is behind him. You’re all he sees, he won’t shut up about you.” Your face lit up at Jisung's words. “It’s annoying, really. Especially since Minho is usually broody and distant with people… Out of everyone in the group, I’m glad you ended up with him. But I might be biased.” He winked at you, making you giggle and turn your attention back to the man on your lap.

“Out of everything I’ve done, he should know that I would never be able to judge him.” You looked back up at Jisung. “I’m glad he has you too, Ji.” He gave you a soft smile and gave you a whisper of a kiss on your hair, hugging you gently and laying his head on top of yours to redirect his attention back to the TV.

Again, you were submerged in unexpected emotions of how unreal this new life felt. You still expected to wake up and it all be a fever dream from either being knocked out cold by your dad or fainting from hunger.

The warmth emanating from the men around you gave you the feeling of sanctuary. You closed your eyes for a moment and before you knew it, you were dead asleep.

- - - - - - - - - -

For the next several days where Minho was over to tutor, Chan made sure to be at home. Not only at home, but over on the couch watching TV while you and Minho were across the room at the dining table. Needless to say, it was pretty obvious he wasn’t fond of the two of you alone anymore. It really pissed you off, but you couldn’t really say anything without rousing suspicion, so you kept quiet.

You and Minho would sneak amorous glances and light brushes of the fingers in attempts to show any semblance of affection. For some reason, with the way Chan seemed to want to monitor you around him, it just made you want to jump Minho’s bones even more than usual.

Minnie🐱🔥💋:

Someone is looking sexy today 😉

Little Mouse🐭😘:

I am legitimately in sweats and an shitty T-shirt

 

Minnie🐱🔥💋:

I didn’t say it was u

Chan is looking like a damned snack in that tank top

Little Mouse🐭😘:

Ah yes, how selfish of me to assume

...🙃

Minnie🐱🔥💋:

U do rock that outfit though

Tho I really think I much prefer what’s underneath 😏

Your whole body heated up as Minho texted next to you under the table. You clenched your thighs together and of course the bastard noticed it. You saw a simper form on his face as he side-eyed your dilemma and he turned back to his phone.

Minnie🐱🔥💋:

U like the sound of that baby?

Want me to throw u down on this table?

 Show Chan that ur mine?

I’ll make u cum so hard that u won’t even care if he knows anymore, baby 👅

Your thighs were clenching and crossing so hard it was almost painful. You glared at him as he smugly continued to feign studying. Your hands that were holding your phone moved closer to your crotch so the heels of your wrists could add at least a little pressure on your throbbing sex. You continued to type with your hands pressed against your lap.

Little Mouse🐭😘:

Do u want to die? 

Because Chan would be out for blood

Plus, I’ve begged for u to fuck me

But SOMEONE is too much of a pussy

...🙄

You grinned to yourself as a thought crossed your mind. Maybe he needed a taste of his own medicine.

Little Mouse🐭😘:

Speaking of pussy

Mine is so wet that u could drown a baby down there

It’s a shame that I have to resort to finger fucking

I can’t wait to find out how my soft walls feel around ur dick

Imagine how much of a mess I would make if I came on ur cock

You felt kind of embarrassed talking this dirty, but it was worth it when you could see his face drop as he shifted in his seat and leaned forward a tad bit. Time for the killer blow.

Little Mouse🐭😘:

I want to feel ur hot cum shooting deep in me

Drizzling out of my cunt and down my legs to mix with my juices

His whole form froze, his thumbs that were about to type had suspended above the screen and the muscles in his arms and legs tensed. It almost looked like he couldn’t breathe. You figured it wouldn’t hurt to play with him a bit more.

You scooted closer to him so that the two of your backs created a wall between you and where Chan sat.

“Can you show this to me again, Min? I’m having a hard time with it.” You leaned forward and closer to him and pointed at something in the textbook in front of you with one hand. The other hand, however, glided down to rest on his inner thigh, slowly climbing up to his growing erection.

He slowly turned his head your way, forcing you to look at his bone-chilling glare.

“Hey, I’m gonna take the trash out and run down to the convenient store. You guys want anything?” The two of you swiveled your heads to look at Chan next to the front door with his keys in one hand and a trash bag in the other. Thank the lord and everything that is holy.

“Uhhh, yeah. Do you think you could get me some grape Ramuné, Channie?” You silently applauded yourself. You knew for sure that the nearest convenience store didn’t have any because you spent what felt like ages looking for some last time you went. That should buy you and Minho some time to ‘sort out’ this debacle.

“Will do, sweetheart! Be right back!” Once he stepped out the door and locked it, Minho lunged at you.

He circled his long arms around your frame and lifted you, only to plop you back down again on the couch. “Sweetheart? What the fuck is that about?” He stared down at you with fire in his eyes. He was hovered over you with his thigh between your legs and the other standing him up off the ground, trapping you in his space.

“Why, are you jealous , Minnie?” You taunted him with a raised eyebrow and a condescending tone. You stared down at his bulge and caressed your hand over it, feeling the heat through his thick jeans. “Or was it what I said that got you all hot and bothered?” You were increasingly more bold the more time you spent with this goddamned ethereal creature.

He borderline growled and pressed his body down against you. You bit your lip from the pressure of his thigh against where you most desired him. “You’re playing with fire, little mouse. I’m just itching to expose us with your filthy words.” The whisper against your ear made your back arch and the hand against his bulge palmed him even harder.

He removed his thigh -making you whine- but lifted your legs around his waist, pulling himself flush to you and grinding his erection onto you. You gasped with a smile on your face and he pressed an open-mouthed kiss on your jawline.

He grinded again. “You drive me absolutely fucking crazy, Kiyomi. I’m a completely different person when you’re near.” He whispered with a sound of wanting. There is no way there is another man on this earth that is more perfect than this human being.

You caught his lips in a hungry kiss with your hands on each side of his face and explored each other’s mouths with abandon. It was messy and ravenous and filthy and your panties were surely soaked through. You were loving it.

You wanted him as close as humanly possible and you made that abundantly clear with the way you looped your arms around his back and clawed him in attempts to get him closer.

His hand snaked down your body and dove underneath your drenched panties, pinching and swiveling your clit between two fingers. You yelped in ecstasy and the mixture of the two of your breaths pressed against each other was intoxicating you.

You didn’t even hear it. The sound of your heartbeat and the heaving of breaths between the two of you completely deafened the sound of the door unlocking and opening.

“HOLY FUCKING SHIT!!!” Minho flew off of your body like a damned froghopper. The two of you peered over the back of the couch to be met with the mortified faces of Hyunjin and Felix.

You and Minho looked at each other in complete shock and turned to the pair with shaky breaths. Oh, why does this world hate me so?

- - - - - - - - - -

You handed Felix and Hyunjin a cup of tea and sat next to Minho on the couch, eyes glued to your fidgeting hands. “So this has been going on for a while now? And Ji knows already? I would have never guessed…” Hyunjin sounded flabbergasted as he sipped his tea.

“I just don’t understand why you are hiding it from Channie-hyung. He loves you both. I think he would be happy for you…” Felix looked at you with pleading eyes.

You put your consoling fingers on Felix’s hand. “I know Lix, but he has made himself clear. He really hates the idea of me dating anyone let alone someone in our group. I love him to death and he is the only reason I am here, so there is no way in hell that I want to stomp on his wishes.” You looked over to Minho who was faced away with an annoyed face. You placed a hand on his knee and he instantly deflated, his eyes melting into a soft warmth that peered into your own with affection. “But… I really like him… He makes me happy in more ways than I can count…”

Minho laced his fingers into the hand on his knee and kissed it softly. Damn him for being so goddamned sweet and making me melt no matter where we are. Or who we are around for that matter…

“Who are you and what have you done with Minho-hyung?” Hyunjin pointed accusingly at Minho and you giggled. 

Minho quickly stood up and towered over him. “Do you want me to show you where he is, Hyunjin-ah?” He said threateningly. 

“No! No, it’s okay…” He cowered behind Felix to which you and the other Aussie laughed at.

You pulled the hand you were still holding and sat him back down. Felix looked at you with a twinkle in his eye. “Okay… we won’t tell Chan. But I expect you to tell him eventually. He deserves to know, Kiyomi.”

You sighed as you stood to pull Hyunjin and Felix in for a hug. “I know, Lix. I will. And thank you guys. Really.” They rubbed your back and you, once again, swam in your adoration for the men around you.

“Of course, darling. Of course.” The two of them sat back down at the very moment the front door opened again with a very disgruntled Chan walking in the door.

“Kiyomi, I couldn’t find your drink, so I just got you this generic grape soda. I’m sorry, love.” You rounded the couch and gave him a big hug, startling him for a moment but then he dropped his bags and wrapped his big arms around your lithe frame.

“It’s okay, Channie. Thank you, pup.” You pecked him on the cheek and turned back to your friends with a soft smile that was returned by each. You would tell him soon. You wanted everyone to know who you belonged to. Your mind had been made, you just needed to find the right time.

- - - - - - - - - -

“Pst!” You felt an elbow nudge you from the seat next to you. You elected to ignore it to focus on the shading of your self portrait. “Psssst!” Another nudge. “Kiyomiii.” You rolled your eyes and turned towards your annoyance.

“Lee Minho, I am going to fail this class if I keep sitting next to you.” You nudged him back and he just smiled back. Stupid sexy man with his stupid sexy face. “You already ruined my watercolor painting last week from teasing me so much I knocked over my wash cup.”

“Hey now, technically you were the one who tipped it over, not me!” You mockingly raised a fist at him and he just smugly crossed his arms with grandeur. He glanced over at Jeongin that had left his seat across from you guys to go ask the professor a question, though he leaned in to whisper anyway. “All I wanted to say was that I have to go back home this weekend to take care of the cats. Mom and Dad are going to be gone and they need someone to stay at home for them.”

“Oh…” You were a bit disappointed because you really wanted to be with him this weekend, but it couldn’t be helped.

He rolled his eyes and nudged you again. “I’m inviting you to go with me, moron.” You whipped your head up and stared at him in the eyes, gobsmacked.

“Y-your parent’s house? To meet them? To stay the weekend? Alone? Cats?!” He vibrated in laughter and pushed your arm just enough to sway you.

“Yes to all, m’lady.” He gave you a soft smile with a tiny hint of something else behind his eyes. Desperation? “So, will you come with me?” Did he even need to ask?

You nodded frantically and threw your arms around him to which he chuckled at. “Of course! I can’t wait!” You praised the heavens that you didn’t have to work that weekend.

“Can’t wait for what?” Jeongin’s smiling face appeared from across the table.

You rushed to pull away from the feline to think of an answer. “Minho wants to plan a trip for all of us to go to Jeju together one day!” Nailed it!  

“Awesome! Count me in!” Well shit, could have thought that one through a bit better. Jeongin looked genuinely excited and you felt like you might just need to make that a reality now. 

- - - - - - - - - -

It felt like ages before Friday came around, and even then, classes felt like one minute lasted an hour. The last class felt like a day long, the bus home felt like a year long, the time waiting at home and dolling yourself up to leave felt like a century long.

The plan was this, you told Chan that you, Jisung, and Minho were going to Gimpo for the weekend to visit some of their old friends (which wasn’t entirely a lie except for the fact that Jisung wasn’t going and the ‘friends’ were Minho’s parents and cats). Close enough, right?

By the time Minho and Jisung showed up at your flat, you were fully packed and vibrating in anticipation and anxiety. You were going to meet Minho’s parents. He was an only child so Minho was their entire life. No fucking pressure, right?

You wanted to look nice for a good first impression, so you wore a cute, modest red dress with a floral pattern embellished in the fabric. You wore red heels and black stockings with garter straps that the dress was long enough to cover perfectly. And lastly, you had an elegant black choker to finish off the look.

When Chan showed the two of them inside, you felt instantly relieved of your tension at the sight of the two bright faces beaming at you. You bounced up from your seat on the couch and bounded over to hug them both.

“Hah! I just saw you at dance practice a few hours back, little mouse. No need to get riled up!”

You pouted at Minho. “Well I’m sorry Captain Doucheweed, maybe I’m excited to explore more than just this part of Korea!”

He smirked. “More of Korea, huh? Maybe we could stop by up North, I heard they love foreigners.” The cheeky bastard had the gall to wink at you after that. You tried - and failed - to flick him on the forehead as he dodged the contact. Chan wrapped his arms around you from behind.

“Yeeeah sorry Min. That wasn’t quite on the itinerary when I brought her here. I’m sure the northerners would have different plans for her just ‘stopping by’.” Chan also winked at you and you felt an awkward tension in the air as Minho glared at him.

You and Jisung looked back and forth between the two and your blessed quokka spoke up. “So, beautiful, where’s your bag? I’ll help you lug it!”

“I’ll get it!” Minho and Chan said in tandem and the tension returned. Damn it all.

“Guys! I’m not a child! I’ll carry my own damned bag!” You tossed your duffle over your shoulder and wrapped your arms around Chan’s neck. “I love you, Chaaannie. Behave okay, pup?”

He scoffed and hugged you back as he buried his face in the crook of your neck. “Look who’s talking, you’re a magnet for bad luck. Don’t let these two guys get you into any trouble.”

You pulled back and placed a soft kiss on his cheek. “Where’s the fun in that?” You cracked a smile. He glowered at you and you rolled your eyes. “Chill, man, I’ll be fine! I’m in good hands.” You broke the hug and smiled at your two blueberries.

All of you whipped your heads to Felix’s bedroom door when a very loud and deep moan belonging to Hyunjin seeped through the door.

“Ooookaaay I think that’s our cue to leave! You ready?” Jisung jovially asked, Minho already headed to the door with an annoyed aura. Jealousy looks cute on him.

You amusedly rolled your eyes at his behavior and placed a consoling hand on Chan’s shoulder. “See ya later, pup. Have fun listening to Hyunlix’s symphony!” You waved at the man who was now burying his face in his hands and followed the boys out the door.

Before your foot could cross the threshold, you felt a strong arm hold you back. You turned around to look at Chan’s worried face and gave him a sentimental smile, placing a gentle hand on his cheek and rubbing your thumb across the smooth surface.

Chan had always worried about you. Growing up, unless you had to go home or on a drug run, he was attached to your hip. When he visited during holidays from school, you couldn’t find one of you without the other.

There were so many instances where he refused to let you go, afraid of what was waiting for you at home. The only way you could prevent him from further action was to remind him of his family’s safety. There were many times where you had tried to avoid him, thinking he would be happier and less anxious without you around. 

To say the least, he was not okay with that idea. 

The last time you tried to do that, he had a nervous breakdown and almost went directly to your house. The house where your parents were. Where Chan could be discovered. Where he would be put in danger.

You stopped trying to leave him after that, deciding that it was best for both of you to accept that fate had brought you together. Every part of your being was connected to Chan. The only reason you were still alive was because of Chan. So it only made sense that he would be wary of having you travel in an unknown country without him.

You looked at the desperation in his glossy eyes and instantly wanted to quell his anxieties. You jumped into his arms as he wrapped them tightly around your waist. You whispered in his ear as you stuffed your face in his soft hoodie. “I love you so so so much, Channie. You know that right?” He meekly nodded into your shoulder. “Please try not to worry too much. I’ve been through a lot and I think I can handle a simple trip to Gimpo. I trust the boys to take care of me.”

He nodded again and kissed the side of your head. “I love you too, Kiyomi. Please keep me updated alright?” You released him again and gave him an enthusiastic nod.

“Hey! We’re not getting any younger over here!” Minho shouted from Felix’s borrowed car they just finished loading. You stuck your tongue out at Minho, which he returned in kind. You squeezed Chan’s hand one more time.

“Bye, baby bro! I’ll text you later!” All he responded with was a hum and a meek wave as you jumped in the passenger seat.

You watched Chan through the window as the car drove down the road, feeling guilty in more ways than one as you watched his downcast face turn around and head inside. You felt an endearing hand smooth over your own and looked to the driver's seat to see Minho comfortingly smiling at you.

“It’s okay, little mouse. If you want, you can stay. I don’t mind going alone if you aren’t comforta—“

“No! No…” You grabbed his hand with both of yours. “I want to go, I just… I dunno, I feel guilty…” You hated keeping secrets from him, you never kept anything from each other and it just felt wrong that he didn’t know about this. Even if it was your idea and yours only.

“You said you’re going to tell him soon, right?” Jisung piped up from the back seat.

You felt Minho slightly tense underneath your hands. “Yeah… I think I’m gonna tell him when we get back home.” You saw Minho’s head whip around to face you.

“Really?!” You pushed his face away.

“Keep your eyes on the road, dumbass!” He turned his disbelieving gaze to the narrow, uneven streets ahead. “And yes, I think I’ve had enough sneaking around. I just hope he doesn’t kill you.” You squeezed his hand again. “I don’t want to have to buy a new cat, I kind of like this one.” He scoffed at you as Jisung cackled from the back seat.

The car pulled up to Minho’s apartment and Jisung hopped out. He beckoned you to roll down your window as he rounded the corner. “Stay safe, beautiful. I’ll hold down the fort!” He quickly pecked your cheek and winked as he ran away from Minho’s jealous yelling.

“Damnit what is with all of the fucking kissing?!” He huffed and you couldn’t help but giggle at him.

You leaned over the center console of the car and placed a slow, tender kiss on his jaw. “Why? You jealous, kitty cat?” He growled and abruptly grabbed your jaw with one hand.

“The only one who should be giving or receiving any kisses from you is me. ” He crashed his lips against yours and you melted in his firm touch. He was ravenous and there was no control in the kiss at all, only tongues, lips, and spit dancing around between the two of you.

When he pulled back, he stared into your dizzy eyes for a precious moment before releasing your jaw and starting the car again. “Goddamnit Minho! You can’t get me all hot and bothered like that in these situations!”

He just smugly grinned to himself. “Oh well.” He shrugged his shoulders. “Guess you’ll just have to deal with it, darling.” You huffed and turned to your window, crossing your arms and legs in defiance. 

You two had traveled to the point where you were mostly on back streets and uninhabited roads and you were amazed with how smoothly he drove around the sharp and narrow lanes. However, you were also horny now and you were pissed . Every bump and curve rubbed your crossed legs together and you clenched them tighter to gain pressure on your sex.

It was quiet for the next few minutes and you thought, fuck it. You uncrossed your arms, leaned back, and snaked one of your hands down your torso to creep underneath your dress. You let out a heavy sigh as you felt the pressure of your fingers rub directly on your pearl over your panties.

Minho glanced over briefly and you looked directly at him, biting your lip when he had to do a double take. “W-what the absolute fuck do you think you’re you doing?!”

“You said I’ll have to deal with it. This is me ‘dealing with it’, baby.” Your left hand snuck up your dress and under your bra to play with your nipple and you deftly slipped underneath your panties with the other. You watched as his mouth watered and he kept glancing between your wandering hands and the road. “Keep your eyes on the road, baby.” And just to kind of milk it, you said it with heavy breathing.

“Goddamnit, Kiyomi.” Minho grumbled.

“ Guess you’ll just have to deal with it, darling.” You mimicked his words from earlier, earning you an annoyed glare. You wanted him to feel as frustrated as you, so you took it for all it was worth. You looked at your surroundings to make sure the coast was clear and, thankfully, you were riding down the outskirts of town, nothing much but empty highways and open fields. Not only that, but it was starting to get dark out too. You took the opportunity to raise your ass and shimmy your panties down to your knees the rest of the way, freeing up some space to spread your legs.

“The fuck, Kiyomi?! Do you want us to crash?” You huffed out a half chuckle, but you were becoming enraptured with the feeling you were giving yourself. You licked your lips and set your sights on the pure personification of sex of a man next to you. His veiny forearms that you could see below the rolled up sleeves of his favorite mint-green button-up, reaching out to grip the wheel with white knuckles.

His grumpy furrowed brow even looked sexy. His blazing eyes focused on the road, with the occasional flickers of looks at your working fingers. He grazed his tongue over his lips and finished with a bite of his lower lip.

You spread wide enough for him to be able to see everything you’re doing to yourself. You moved the fingers that were working your clit further down, skirting its way through your soaked lips. A small mewl escaped your already panting lips and you could see Minho’s black jeans get tighter in his crotch.

You couldn’t help but have your mind slip back to the fantasy you’ve constantly thought of ever since you met Minho. He would feel so fucking good inside me. Minho watched as you slipped your middle finger in slowly, reaching as far as you could and curling up into your sweet spot. You breathed out a shaky moan and Minho snapped.

For some reason he maneuvered one hand off the wheel so he could grab his black sweatshirt from the back seat. He then grabbed the hand that was stimulating yourself and threw it to the side, stuffing his sweatshirt between your legs and under your ass, making you gasp with the roughness of his movements. And, without further notice, he plunged two fingers in your dripping pussy and drove with the other hand, leaning forward to get a better angle.

You yelped in surprise and started whimpering and bucking your hips into his fingers that were relentlessly massaging and thrusting against your g-spot. “Who’s fingers do you like more, baby? Yours or mine?”

You could tell how much he was enjoying this himself with the pure electricity in the tone of his voice. “Y-yours! Oh god!” You closed your eyes and your head fell back against the headrest. God, you could never get enough of this man’s touch. You cried out when you felt his fingers leave your heat and, in frustration, you whined as you looked up in panic, frantically missing the delicious build up. “Wh-what?”

“Suck...” He was holding his slick fingers up to your mouth with your juices glistening on his knuckles. “...and I might let you cum.” You probably should’ve been put off or had a touch more pride than to allow it, but the thought of him being the only one to allow your orgasms made you that much more turned on. You decided you wanted to be good for him just this once, wanted to earn it.

You waited for his eyes to flicker back over to you from the road, then you stared at him as you licked a stripe up between them, wrapping your mouth around the digits and sucking and licking around and between them to make sure everything was collected. You could hear a deep hum in Minho’s throat before he pulls his fingers from you and plunged them back inside you.

You screamed at the sheer force of his thrusts and expert maneuvering to hit just the right spot. “F-fuck Min! R-right there!” Your fingernails dug into the fibers from your grip on the nylon upholstery of the car seat for dear life as he single handedly worked to dig your orgasm out of you.

“See what you get when you behave, little mouse? Such a good girl for me, baby.” He doubled his efforts and you felt the quickest orgasm you’d ever had crash over you. You released your tidal wave of arousal on his sweatshirt underneath you and thanked the heavens he thought of that ahead of time for Felix’s sake. After your high settled down, you slumped back into your seat, wiped out.

Your eyes still wandered to the man next to you as he brought his fingers up to his own lips and sucked off the remainder of your fluids for himself. “Holy fuck, your hands belong to the gods.” He just chuckled and brought your hand to his mouth to kiss it. For some idiotic reason, that is the reason you blushed, not the fact that his hand was just inside your cunt, no, it’s because of his act of being a stupid romantic piece of shit.

He grabbed the soiled sweatshirt between your thighs and wiped the rest of you clean, removing the cloth and throwing it on the floorboard in the backseat. You pulled up your panties and readjusted your dress, but saw that Minho was still hard as a rock. You licked your lips at the sight and reached towards him. “Let me–”

He blocked your hand and interlaced your fingers with his. “Don’t. Or else we will definitely crash.”

- - - - - - - - - -

The car ride was more fun than you thought an almost three hour car ride would be. You and Minho would switch from deep conversations, to singing playfully along to the radio, to simply sitting in content silence - just enjoying the scenery and each other’s presence.

When Minho started to pull into the quaint suburbs of Gimpo, your anxiety made itself known. You started wringing your hands together when you thought of all of the ways you could screw up your first meeting with his parents. You wracked your brain to remember all of the proper Korean etiquette techniques you were taught. When you met Chan’s parents, you were like, what? Eight years old? You didn’t have to worry about that kind of shit at that age! Not to mention you were in Australia.

Of course, you did your research, but nothing could ease the worry that you might miss something or screw it up somehow. You checked your makeup for the umteenth time in the little mirror on the sun visor and took a deep breath as Minho pulled into a small lot next to some condos. When parked, you texted Chan of your arrival and you mentally prepared yourself to go inside, but Minho placed a hand on your knee.

“Jagi, you really need to relax. They aren’t piranhas, they are going to love you!” He chuckled as he, of course, saw right through you.

You traced the veins down his arms with your index finger and kept your eyes down. “Well… what if, like, I forget the correct manners without knowing it? Or I get nervous and mess up my Korean and accidentally call your mom a crazy bitch or something? Or I ending up breaking some sort of hundred year old family heirloom and they–”

“Y/N!” You halted your words and meekly looked up at your boyfriend. “Even if any of that happens, they’re really cool, okay? Do you trust me?” 

Do I trust you? Of course I trust you. You trusted him more than you trusted yourself. It really was amazing how fast he earned your trust, really. After everything from your past, finding someone to trust was few and far between. You knew without a shadow of a doubt that you would lay your life in Chan’s hands, and now, Minho was starting to be another you could say that about. “I trust you…”

The sincerity in your words made him smile and he pressed a sweet, tender kiss to your lips. “Let’s go, yeah?” 

After Minho’s collected all of the baggage - because of course he insisted on carrying it - you stood at their front door, adjusting every piece of your outfit perfectly. You found him smirking at you and you scowled as you smacked him with the back of your hand.

He snorted as he knocked on the door and your mind was running at a thousand miles a minute. You suddenly noticed every little thing around you. You saw the light just inside the door turn on through the peephole. You heard a rustling on the other side of the freshly painted white door. You watched with anxiety as the age-worn doorknob turned.

You were met with a short, beautiful older woman with laugh lines and a sweet smile. Her skin wasn’t much unlike Minho’s and you could see where he got his beautiful eyes and cheekbones from. “Hello! You must be Y/N! We’ve been so excited to meet you!” Both you and Minho were caught off guard when she pulled you in for a hug, which you happily returned.

“Yes ma’am!” You deeply bowed when she releases you. “It’s very nice to meet you, Mrs. Lee. Thank you for inviting me to your home! The neighborhood seems lovely.” Little did she know that you were just about pissing yourself with nerves.

She gave you a sweet smile and Minho spoke up. “Um hello? Darling mother of mine?! The one I haven’t seen in months?! Any hello for me?”

“Oh shush, Minnie. Don’t be whiny.” She just waved him off with a small pinch on the cheek while she whisked you inside with a hand on your shoulder. You removed your shoes as soon as you entered and allowed her to pull you up to round the half staircase and into the living room. A tall, slender man with bifocals and a tired look turned to you after pulling a couple suitcases into the room. You could feel your heart drop out of your ass when you looked at his stern face.

You immediately dropped into a deep bow. “Good evening, sir. I’m Y/N! Thank you so much for inviting me into your home.” You sounded like a broken record. “It’s a pleasure to meet you, Mr. Lee.” He smirked and glanced at Minho. Well I can definitely see where Minho gets it from. That and his intimidating features with a sharp nose and defined jawline.

“Oh no need to be so formal, sweetheart! Feel free to call us eomeonim and abeonim!” Minho’s mother said as she put a shawl over her shoulders.

“Yes ma’am! Thank you, eomeonim!” It felt odd to call her ‘mother’ but a good kind of odd.

“Very lovely to meet you as well, Y/N.” Minho’s father walked up and encased your outstretched hand with both of his, shaking it slightly. “What is a beautiful young lady such as yourself doing with my son?”

“Yah!” Minho protested and his father just chuckled and ignored him.

You giggled along with him. “Well, he seems to be doing well so far. I thought I’d go ahead and keep him.” You said sarcastically with a sly look and a wink at Minho.

“Hah! I like this girl.” His dad guffawed at his mom and patted your shoulder with a force that would’ve knocked you over had Minho not had a hand around your waist. 

“Well, dear. I’m terribly sorry that we have to leave just as you have arrived, but we really need to catch our bus. Thank you two so much for watching the place for us while we’re gone!” You and Minho walked them to the front door you had entered just moments before. “Please help yourself to whatever you like and make yourself at home! I will just have to break out the baby photos when we return!”

“Yes, please–!” “God,no–!” You and Minho said over each other, making his parents laugh.

“Okay, well you two have fun! See you two on Sunday!” Her bright tone completely erased all of your worries and you and Minho waved them goodbye, bidding them with safe travels.

As soon as Minho shut and locked the door, he was all over you. Mouth latching onto yours like you were the air he needed to breathe. One hand tangled in your hair while the other squeezed your breast through the material of your dress. Pelvises slotted together as he pushed you against the wall. You were in love with it all, but something snatched your attention away when you felt something brush against your leg. You broke the kiss as your gaze wandered down and Minho’s eyes followed yours.

A bright-eyed orange cat weaved its way throughout Minho’s legs. “Soonie!” You crouched down to allow the feline to sniff your finger.

“You actually remembered who he is?” Minho seemed flabbergasted.

“Of course I do! You’ve talked about them so much and I’ve seen enough pictures and videos that I feel like I already know them!” Your heart filled with warmth when Soonie rubbed his head up against your outstretched hand in invitation to pet him. Minho squatted down next to you and you could see him watching you through your peripheral vision. You turned to look at him and saw a fond smile on his face, which you returned without thinking.

“C’mon, let me show you the rest of the place.”

- - - - - - - - - -

Dori had briefly shown herself once in the tour, but Doongie was nowhere to be found. “He’ll come out when he’s ready.” You were dejected to hear this, but you knew he was right. The only problem was that you had shit patience.

 You were filled with fondness and adoration for this man as he took you around the house, recounting different stories from his past that he wanted to share. Each story was so expressive and you could tell he was excited to get to share his precious memories with you. It was moments like these that made you really love Minho…

…Wait.

What?

Love? The thought had come to mind plenty of times, of course, but this time you thought without hesitation. Love didn’t come to your head as a question to yourself, it was a fact. Love as in, yes, this is one of the reasons why you are in love with this man. Love as in, yes, there is nowhere else you would rather be right now. Love as in, yes, you want him in your life from here on out.

Your face turned impossibly red as your mind brought the solidarity of your feelings to fruition. He definitely noticed because one moment he was describing how he would always help his mom with dinner while the two of you were chatting on the couch, and the next he was turned toward you, caressing your face. “What’s going on in that pretty little head of yours, gorgeous?”

You could only shake your head as you stared up at him with starstruck eyes. He’s so fucking beautiful. “You are amazing, you know that? How did I get so lucky?” The words naturally rolled off of your tongue and the scoff he let out brushed across your face.

“Trust me, I’m not all that great, sweetheart.” He paused for a beat. “There are things that–”

“I don’t care.” You cut him off. You didn’t even have to cogitate on it. You already knew there was something he was holding back, but you didn’t care. Whatever it was, however bad, it made him the person that he was. And without a shadow of a doubt, you were in love with the Minho he was now . The only thing you did doubt was if he loved you back or not.

You knew it was stupid to ruminate on it, but if you said it and he didn’t love you back? That would make for a very shitty weekend. But damn him for looking like a fucking lovesick puppy with the way he was currently gazing at you.

His thumb glided across your cheek and over your lips. “You’re perfect, Y/N…” He slowly leaned in with his sights fixed on your lips. The kiss he placed there was delicate and chaste, as if you were made of porcelain. When he pulled back, the look he gave you made you break.

“I love you…” It was barely a whisper but you knew he heard you from the astonished look on his face. Well shit. I was just telling myself not to say it and the bastard made me slip! You were internally having a meltdown and the silence between words seemed like an eternity.

To say he looked shocked was an understatement. It looked like he just discovered the taste of cheese or something equally as life changing. His eyes were wide as saucers as he stared down at you with a slack jaw. You wanted to curb stomp yourself and crawl into a hole. But what’s done is done…

“I-I’m sorr–” Your words were cut short by a pair of lips searing its heat all over yours. Sensual and ravenous. Romantic and wild. You almost felt dizzy from the pure intensity and abruptness of it. His hands had grabbed you by each side of your face and you could hear your own heart beating out of your chest.

“I love you too, Y/N.” Another kiss. “So fucking much.” You couldn’t contain your giddy stupidass schoolgirl smile that grew on your face as he continued showering you with kisses. The kisses gradually became more solid and the breaths that mingled between the two of you became heavy and laden with want . Need.

You only momentarily parted before Minho heaved you up with his hands under your thighs and your legs surrounding his hips. He must have had this house read like the back of his hand because he didn’t let up on the assault of your lips even as he shuffled through the hallways to his bedroom. He kicked the door closed behind him and the only light that illuminated the two of you as he laid you down on the bed was his dim bedside lamp and the moonlight shining in the window.

Minho was slower, more controlled now. Hovering above you, he slowly, painfully slowly, pressed tender kisses from your lips, to your jaw, to your neck, and finally to your shoulder where he slid the seam of your dress over slightly to skim down your collarbone.

You laid there aching, but you waited patiently, loving the careful attention he was committing to you. With the hand that wasn’t holding himself upright, he slid down from the sleeve of your shoulder, around the crest of your breast, down the dip of your waist and hip, all the way to the hem of your dress. His eyes explored your body the whole way.

His hand slipped up your thigh under your dress and he returned to languidly kissing and suckling on your neck as he kneaded your ass, making you mewl with need. You could feel his weight shift to his knees as the fabric of your dress was being bunched upwards by both of his hands. You stopped his ministrations on your neck for a moment so you could rid yourself of the offending piece of fabric.

However, before he could continue, his eyes were glued to what you wore underneath. Red satin and lace lingerie were matching underneath your dress and you wondered how he didn’t notice it with the way he finger fucked you on the way here. He stared at you like you were the finest piece of artwork alive and his hands skimmed up and down the sides of your boney frame.

“Breathtaking…” He laid a sweet kiss on your exposed navel.

“Minnie…” You couldn’t say anything above a breathy whisper as you watched him meticulously unlatch your garters with feather light touches. His fingers hooked under the hem of your stocking and slowly pulled them off one at a time, kissing his way down your legs while doing so.

This was a whole different experience than what you had known Minho to be like in bed. This was tender and patient, an intimacy like you had never experienced permeated the room and made your heart swell painfully. His movements were soft and calculated and the fingertips he ran across your skin left chills in its wake. Your entire body was trembling with nerves and anticipation.

When he had removed your stockings, he breathed his way back up your legs, over your wet panties, up your torso, and to your lips. His kiss was long and languid, moving sensually and when you felt his tongue slip out to meet yours, you could feel it was almost hesitant.

You tried to control yourself but you were so painfully desperate that your hands moved on their own. Your fingers ran through his hair as your kisses made your eagerness known. The light tugs you gave on his blue locks pulled a groan from his throat and one of his hands skimmed around to your back to deftly unlatch your flimsy bralette.

You ran your own hands down the front of his minty shirt and clumsily started unbuttoning him with your shaky fingers while his lips were still savoring your own. Once you had successfully undone the last button, he sat back and threw it off to the side, leaving his top half naked.

You had seen him shirtless many times, but you could never get over the sensation you felt in your gut as you looked at him. You sat up to meet his toned frame that was nestled in between your legs, kissing slowly down his abdomen as he ran his fingers lovingly through your hair. When your lips met the hem of his jeans, you mimicked his slow movements as you looked up into his eyes as you lazily unclasped his belt and pulled it from its loops.

He lowered his hand to thumb at your bottom lip as you unbuttoned his jeans and pulled down the zipper, indicating you wanted them off by tugging down the thick material over the cleft of his ass. When he stripped them the rest of the way off and returned to you, he laid you back and pressed into you again. The feeling of his throbbing tumescence against your heat with only your undergarments separating you two made your head spin. I’m turning into a goddamn bitch in heat.

You desperately rolled your pussy down on him and he attempted to suppress a moan as he reciprocated the movement, suddenly more eager than before as he started biting and sucking on your pulse. You threw your head back in ecstasy of the pressure and whimpered. “M-Minnie… I want you so bad, baby.” You reluctantly pulled his head away from his assault on your neck with your hands cupping his cheeks to look straight into his eyes with a dead serious composure. “Please make love to me, Minho… I’ve never been more ready…” 

His glossy eyes searched yours and your heart rate spiked as you could feel his head nod in your hands. He quickly and clumsily stumbled over to his wallet and pulled out a square foil. Really? In your wallet? You didn’t have much time to think about the less than optimal storage space as he climbed back on top of you and tossed the rubber to the side.

His fingers went back to exploring your thighs as he leveled his face to your sploosh-soaked panties and hooked an arm underneath one of your legs. You felt a jolt spring through your body as you felt the white hot pinch of teeth sinking into your inner thigh and then felt the softness of a tongue smooth over the pain.

Your breaths became louder and whinier as you felt his hot breath ghost over your wetness. He slowly dragged his unoccupied index finger up the inside of your thigh and hooked it into the crotch of your panties, pulling them aside so he could delicately flick your throbbing bead with his tongue. You craned your neck as the pleasure overpowered you, the anticipation making everything that much more delectable.

He obviously was starting to get impatient as well as he decided to loop his fingers in your panties and garter belt and slide them off the rest of the way. He gazes at you with desire dripping from his eyes as he lowered his face into your dripping folds and dipped his tongue in, reaching as far as he could and pulling out again. After only a moment, his mouth returned to suck on your clit and his fingers snaked their way into you to work their magic.

“Ngh! Min!” You grabbed onto his hair as he ate you out like a carnivorous animal. His fingers worked with a clear goal. To make you cum as fast as possible. “M-Min! I want to finish with you !” His whole body froze and his fingers inside you stilled.

“Holy shit. Okay, baby. Okay.” He quickly shucked off his boxers and for some reason you got super anxious, even scared almost. It’s like the excitement of getting your ears pierced for the first time, but when you see the needle, you get scared shitless.

You’d already known that he was rather large and could probably split you in two, but to realize you were just a few moments away from it happening made you worry about the pain even more. Whatever, this pain can’t be nearly as bad as what I’ve had to endure before. He seemed to read your turmoil as you stared doe-eyed at him ripping the packet open with his teeth and rolling on the condom. He paused after it was fully on and he kissed your forehead. “Don’t worry, little mouse. I will try to make it as painless as I can.”

Your gaze returned to his eyes and you saw the sincerity within him. You trusted this man so wholeheartedly that all of your worries subsided, only leaving you to dumbly nod at him. You gasped as he slowly pressed his head against your opening, swirling it against your sopping clit around your folds as you keened at the devastating heat and pressure against you.

“You ready baby?” You nodded frantically and wrapped your hands around his nape with both hands, refusing to look anywhere but his eyes and grabbing the fading blue hair on the back of his neck. The two of you groaned in unison as you could feel him intrude your walls, your eyes fluttering violently at the stretch. “Oh, fuck… Shit, you’re so tight.” His words were strained and he looked as if he were about to bust a nut right on the spot.

He paused once only his head was in to let you adjust. “O-oh god!” Well, that was what you tried to say, but really it only came out as a choked squeaking noise.

“You okay, jagi?” You could see he was struggling himself, but he used his free hand to gently caress the side of your head. Unable to release any words, you just nodded your head slowly and wrapped your legs around his waist, imploring him to keep going.

After a minute or so, he was fully sheathed and you could barely breathe. The pleasure and pain of being completely full was intoxicating. “I need words, baby girl.” He breathed out against your neck.

You had to shake yourself back into a conscious state so you could find a proper sentence. “F-fuck… You’re splitting me in two…”

His eyes went panicked and he loosened himself from you. “Do we need to stop?” You almost growled at him once he started to move away and you latched your legs around him impossibly tighter, making him slam back into you. You let out a yelp and he choked on his own gasp.

“I will legitimately kill you if you leave my pussy right now.” He breathed out a shaky laugh against your neck and placed a small peck there. You waited another moment before speaking up. “O-okay… I think… I think I’m ready for you to start moving.”

You felt him start to pull back shallowly before pushing in again, pulling back further the more times he did it. You squinted the pain away and tried to focus on the captivating man above you.

You were entranced by the glistening sheen of sweat that started to form across his forehead and his heavy eyelids consumed with lust. You watched his toned abdomen contract and relax as he pumped into you, and when you looked down to where you two connected, you almost orgasmed on sight as you watched him slide in and out of your dripping cunt, his dick coated in a thick sheen of your arousal. He was so loving and gentle and your heart swelled almost painfully with the tenderness and care he was treating you with. Each thrust was calculated and intimate, you couldn’t imagine anything more perfect.

He abruptly stilled his movements, making you whine at him because you were finally getting past the pain. He stared down at you with wide eyes and brought his hand up to your face. “Y/N baby, you’re crying…” He smoothed his thumb over the dark mascara line of your tears and you were surprised with yourself. You didn’t even know you were crying. “I think we need to put this on hold, Kiyomi. I’m hurting you too badly.”

“No!” You clung onto him for dear life, shoving your face in his neck. “Seriously, Min! It barely even hurts anymore! I think… I dunno, I guess I’m just really lost in the moment…” You lifted his head up and gave him a soft kiss. “I’m just amazed at how I really don’t deserve you, Minnie…” You closed your eyes and pressed your forehead against him.

Desperate for him to continue, you rolled your hips up, making him groan. He pushed deeper and you gasped. “It’s me—“ Another deep thrust. “That doesn’t deserve you.” He slowly pulled back and looked directly into your eyes. “You deserve every wonderful thing in this world.” He slammed back into you deep and hard at the same time he captured your lips in a searing kiss.

You moaned into his lips and happily gave him access to your mouth as he collided tongues with you, followed by a long lick across the roof of your mouth. Your kisses started to turn sloppy and you mostly breathed into each other’s mouths as he rocked into you, occasionally colliding tongues as your foreheads mashed together. You started to lose control of your senses when he sat up and strengthened his thrusts, grabbing onto your hips and lifting you up using only pure muscle power to pump right into your sweet spot. His manic movements were causing his old and rickety high school bed to creak and bang against the wall furiously.

“Oh shit! Fuck! Right there Min! Oh god!” You could slightly see the smirk cross his lips from the pride of his efforts, but it was quickly replaced with a look of determination and euphoria. “Please d-don’t stop! P-please Minnie! I’m so close—!“

“Me too, baby—“ He started to replace his power with speed, repeatedly pounding against your delicious bundle of nerves and making your body shake in ecstasy. Your hooked legs around him clenched him closer and deeper with each thrust. You could feel his thrusts start to get sloppy and you dared to look down at his throbbing cock impaling you over and over again.

That finished you. You screamed as you came all over the bed coverings and his twitching dick, your clenching walls causing Minho to empty into the condom himself with a choked growl. His stuttering hips rode out both of your orgasms and he fell on top of you, sticky sweat coating both of your bodies.

The only noise that filled the air was the mingling of both of your heavy breaths and the approaching summer night’s cicadas. You wrapped your arms around your exhausted lover and kissed his shoulder, running feather light fingers up and down his back and through his sweaty hair. It was an interesting sensation to feel Minho’s erection slowly soften inside you.

After a moment he pulled out and tied the condom, disposing it in the bin by his bed. When he returned to your side, he wrapped his arms around you and pulled you on top of his chest. He closed the distance of your lips and kissed you languidly and intimately.

You eventually pulled back and rested your forehead against his, breathing into his mouth. “That was even better than I could have ever imagined. I love you so fucking much…”

“I love you too, my little mouse.” You smiled against his lips and left a chaste kiss against his mouth before sitting up and scooting to the edge of the bed. “Where do you think you're going?”

“Oh, well I hate to break it to you, but I only stuck around for your dick. I’m actually gonna head back home and find another boy-toy.” You winked at him and he looked furious. He lunged for you and you screech-laughed as he pinned you down.

“You think you’re funny, huh? You’re lucky I only had the one condom or else I’d be making you scream right now.” A delicious shiver ran up your spine and you lost your cheeky smirk from before.

“Well… um… I may or may not have gotten an IUD a month or two back…” His face turned completely gobsmacked. You felt partially guilty for not telling him that the doctor basically said it would be difficult for you to get pregnant at all with all of the previous internal damage you had suffered.

“Fuck, Kiyomi. You’re going to kill me…” His lips attacked you again and, if you weren’t already sore and tired as all hell, you would totally be down for round two. 

You reluctantly pushed him away and rolled him off of you, making him whine. “I need to shower and sleep so I can be alive tomorrow! You big baby. You made me wait long enough, it’s your turn bitch.” The smirk on your face, however, was wiped off when you tried to stand and your legs buckled underneath you like a baby deer.

You flopped back onto the bed and Minho cooed at you. “Aww, is my mouse tired? Too much exertion for her weak little body?” You glared at him and his petulant baby voice. “Don’t worry, baby girl. I’ll help you.” Before you knew it, Minho had hooked his arms underneath your knees and was lifting you into the air. 

“Minho! What the fuck?! I’m too heavy!”

“Tsk. Please.” He said sarcastically.. “I’ve lifted paperweights heavier than you.” He rolled his eyes. “Plus, I've already carried you several times before! I don’t know why you’re only saying this now!”

“I’ve gained weight since then!”

He scoffed. “Ah, yes, very true. Now you weigh about two paperweights.”

You huffed and clung onto his shoulders. “Fuck you…”

He responded with a wink. “Any time you like, darling.”

Once he entered the bathroom, he plopped you down on the vanity countertop and turned on the shower to warm up. You took a few moments to, once again, appreciate his beautiful naked body. All of his muscles were beautifully toned and he wasn’t too buff or sculpted like some beefcake. He looked like a goddamned piece of art, a true personification of a dance statue. His skin was absolutely flawless like chiseled marble and as soft as silk. His ass was the perfect balance of plump and toned.

When he returned to you, you could see hearts in his eyes as he looked at your lustful face. You could never fathom what he saw in you. You reached out to him with a pout and grabby hands and he chuckled. Without any words, he stepped in between your legs that were dangling off of the counter and wrapped his arms around your waist.

“How did I fall in love with such a bratty, badass little mouse?” He said in a low voice as he leaned in to kiss you long and languidly. “You think you can stand in the shower, jagi?” You smiled as you nodded at him, standing up with newborn legs and taking his hand to step into the blissfully hot shower.

You leaned your head back underneath the water and sighed. This has to be one of the best days I’ve ever experienced, you thought as you felt the trickling heat loosen your tense muscles. You melted as you felt two strong arms wrap around your waist from behind. You leaned your head against his chest and closed your eyes, the two of you swaying under the water in silence.

He was sweet and gentle as he helped you clean your skin and wash your hair for you, delectably massaging you all the while. He was a truly perfect man. You spent most of the shower lazily kissing and embracing each other.

Once the two of you finished getting ready for bed, you thanked yourself (and Felix for buying it) for bringing a lace and satin, mint green camisole. Once you slipped it on and Minho got in bed with only a pair of boxers on, he looked at your dressings and glared at you. “Are you wanting me to ruin you? Because that kind of bullshit is a one way ticket to getting cross eyed screwed.”

You fluttered your eyes and sat on your knees next to Minho on the sheets, slightly emphasizing your breasts (that had blessedly started filling out with weight gain) as you puffed out your chest. “I thought this was your favorite color, baby.” You flourished your sweet words with a slight lilt to your voice. You crawled to hover over him with your upper body to whisper against his lips. “If you want to ruin me, your going to have to earn it, kitty cat.” And with that, you left a peck on his lips and rolled over to lay down, facing away from the shirtless, baffled man.

You suddenly felt a strong arm around you yanking you tight to his chest. “You’re a fucking tease, little mouse. One day, I’ll make you learn your lesson.” You just hummed in response and rolled over to face him, still encased in his warm embrace.

Once you threw an arm and a leg over him and snuggled into the heat of his chest, he completely melted, letting a heavy sigh escape his mouth. “It's weird that I get to tell you I love you, my MeanHoe.”

You felt him squeeze you tighter. “Wow, that was almost romantic.” You giggled into his chest, smelling your freshly brushed, minty breath hit his chest and waft back into your senses. “But I love you too, my bratty mouse.” He kissed the top of your head that was snuggling ever closer into him. “Sweet dreams, jagi.”

You were already drifting off as you heard the words leave his mouth. Fading to black with a smile spread across your features.

- - - - - - - - - -

You couldn’t run fast enough. With every step, you felt him getting closer, breathing down your neck. You could see Chan in the distance, standing outside his house back in Australia and waiting for you with open arms. You desperately wanted to be held by him. You wanted to feel safe again. Wanted to feel loved again by the only person who ever loved you. However he wasn’t the only person now. You could see Minho stand up next to him, both of them exchanging worried looks to each other then back at you.

You were using all of your strength to reach them, but you felt like you were going at a snail’s pace, barely moving an inch at a time. You could feel the fingertips of the man trying to grab you, just barely out of reach, and you thrashed your body away from every touch.

Out of nowhere, you heard a loud crack in the air. A boom that you knew all too well. The boys that were your whole world were no longer in front of you and you could no longer move. You could feel something was wrong. Your hand traveled to your stomach to feel the warm, sticky substance and you looked down to see blood seeping through your thin camisole and onto your hand. You were surprisingly calm. Like you secretly always knew that your past would catch up to you, making you defenseless in the end.

The hand behind you grabbed your arm and threw you to the ground. You watched in silent defeat as your father stood over you and your mother faced the other way. The blood draining from your body made you violently shake. Seriously, you felt your body uncontrollably spasming around on the ground like you were being shaken furiously–

“Y/N!!! Wake up! Baby, please!” You gasped for air as you watched Minho grabbing your arms and shaking you violently. “Kiyomi, baby…” He hugged you tightly. “It’s okay, love. You’re okay…” You hadn’t even realized that you were sobbing loudly until he wiped the tears from your eyes and kissed your forehead. “It was just a dream, baby. It’s okay now. I’m here. I’m always here.”

Sadly, this wasn’t the only nightmare you’d had from your past, but it was definitely worse than others. “I’m so s-sorry Min. I w-woke you up…” You stuttered through your trembling voice.

“Shut up. Don’t be ridiculous. I’m always going to be here for you. Always …” Your heart palpitated with these words. Always. He said always.

You hugged him tightly and silently cried into his chest. There was a long while - you don’t even know how long - where the two of you laid against each other in silence. You, coming down from your panic attack and him, comfortingly smoothing his hand up and down your back. “Minnie?” He responded with a questioning hum. “What if I still haven’t escaped them? What if… what if they are looking for me…”

He stilled his movements and was quiet for a minute. “Then we will protect you. All of us. I won’t let anything happen to you, Y/N.”

You looked up at his face with tears in your eyes. “How can you know that for sure?”

He looked back at you and smiled sadly. “Because I'm not the only one that loves you. They all do too, dummy. Their love may be in a different way, but you are one of us. No one will hurt the family we have become. No one .”

You knew it was foolish but, just once, you wanted to believe it.

- - - - - - - - - -

The weekend was full of Minho taking you around his hometown and showing you a whole bunch of places from his childhood. He taught you how to fish, showed you cute little shopping strips, and took you on romantic dates. You met some of his old friends and they were more than complimentary toward you. The teasing of Minho was relentless and you couldn’t get enough of it. It really was the most ideal and wonderful first time going to see where Minho grew to become the man of your dreams.

Sunday morning after the two of you woke up and Minho cooked you a phenomenal breakfast, you wanted to get presentable again before Minho’s parents returned home that evening. “I’m gonna go take a shower, Minnie!” You yelled behind your retreating frame to Minho who was still cleaning up the kitchen.

“Sounds good!” You were beaming with pent up happiness as you stepped in the bathroom and stripped off your clothes. You were all too eager to take a relaxing shower.

The hot water cascaded down your hair and you tilted your head back to take in the exceptional pleasure of the soothing heat. Yesterday had been so packed full of activities that you automatically crashed after returning to the house. You felt disgusting and you sighed at the relieving feeling of getting clean again.

You must have been lost in your own head thinking about the amazing previous day that you didn’t hear Minho come in, because you jolted in surprise when you felt a pair of strong arms wrap around you from behind.

“Jesus, Min! You about gave me a heart attack!” You slapped his forearm that was wrapped around your waist, to which he just chuckled wickedly and placed a chaste kiss on your shoulder. The two of you stood in silence under the water, happy with just existing in each other’s presence.

After a moment, he removed one of his hands from your waist and ran it over the back of your drenched hair, moving it to the side of your shoulder and tucking his head into the crook of the bare side of your neck. Once he returned his hand to its previous position wrapped around your waist, you could feel the wet heat of his mouth press just below your jaw. His hands dipped down to your hips and he pulled you closer to him.

You let out a long, satisfied sigh and leaned your head over to lay back against him to give him more access. This seemed to spur him on more as he ran his tongue over your pulse and up to suck hard right behind your ear. There was no way that there wasn’t going to be a hickey there later, but you didn’t care anymore. If need be, you could cover it with makeup or your hair. Your knees went weak when he suddenly snuck his left hand down to your clit and started rolling it between his fingers, coaxing a breathy croon from your lips.

Your vagina still hurt tremendously from the other day, but you could feel yourself getting painfully horny again, and you knew he was too once you could feel his hard-on pressing against your tailbone. You figured you could handle a bit more pain. Why not?

You spun yourself around in his arms and smashed your lips against his, tongues and teeth clashing. He seemed just as eager as you as he grabbed two handfuls of your ass and pulled you flush to his erection, squishing and massaging your plush cheeks in the process. You moaned into his mouth and tried to wrap a leg around him. He obviously took the hint as he lifted you up around his waist and pressed you up against the tiled wall.

“Shit, I’m a weak man. You’re too addicting.” He whispered as he frantically kissed down your neck. You started to feel desperate as you could feel him so close to your entrance. Your body moved on its own to try and wiggle around to feel him against you.

“Min…” You whined. “God, please just fuck me.” He looked like he was fighting an internal battle. You were quickly losing your dignity as you realized you were literally begging him to ruin you. 

“Oh yeah?” He slipped his hand in between your bodies and grazed over your clit again. “You want that, little mouse? Want me to fuck you up into the wall?” His fingers found their way through your pussy lips and teased at your entrance.

You tried to grind down on his fingers but his strong hold under your ass kept you firm in his grasp. “Minnie… please…” You looked and sounded pathetic - you knew you did - but the feeling of your walls fluttering around nothing due to him circling your opening was driving you insane. You huffed in frustration. “You can cum on my face if you want, but I just need you in me right now .”

You saw his fiery gaze waver only slightly before returning with a vengeance. “As you wish, my good girl.” He slipped his fingers in to get you nice and stretched, digging right up against your sensitive bundle of nerves and making you twitch and fall apart in his arms. Your squeaks and high-pitched grunts earned an evil grin from Minho as he upped his efforts. Once he felt you were fully prepped, he pumped his erection a couple times before he swiftly lined up to harshly slam into you. You gasp-squeaked and wrapped your arms around his neck, compressing your upper bodies tightly. You wanted him as close as possible, both inside and out. You left open-mouthed kisses against his shoulder between your breathy yelps and croons. He was relentless. He enraptured you into a haze of pain-pleasure as he pounded into you. He fucked you into the wall just like he said he would and his labored breaths fell heavily on the side of your back. “Kiyomi– *ngh* –you feel so fucking good.” 

You could only respond with a choked gasp as he rammed into you with a particularly harsh thrust. “F-fu–” There were no words. As much as you tried, your body and voice were no longer yours. They were his. His to control and mold into immense pleasure, leaving you stuttering like a complete brain-dead whore.

He sped up furiously and you couldn’t even fathom how he had the strength to not only hold you up, but also fuck into you so enthusiastically. You could feel your high quickly approaching as he painfully nailed into your cervix and rolled into your g-spot. After a particularly painful thrust, you borderline screamed as you came all over his cock. “B-babe… I–I’m–” He sounded frantic.

You could tell he was just about to cum from his choppy thrusts and you quickly hopped off of him and sank down to your knees, trying to ignore the throbbing in between your legs. The shower water uncomfortably sprayed the side of your face, but you couldn’t be bothered with it as you were preoccupied with stuffing your mouth with dick to help him chase his orgasm. He fucked deep into your mouth and you tried to hold back your gags as you swallowed his length. Without warning he whipped himself out and jerked himself in your face, painting you white as your mouth hung open.

You watched his face as he rode out his orgasm and you’d never seen or heard anything more beautiful in your life. His breathy, velvety groan when he came was music to your ears and you never thought getting manjam all over your face and hair would be so exhilarating. You stood up and let him get a good look at his artwork. “Holy shit…” He breathed against your cum covered lips. He then promptly ran two fingers across the strings of white fluid and shoved his fingers in your open mouth, making you wrap your lips around them and suck seductively. “Damn, you are fucking unreal.”

You quickly rinsed off his sperm so you could dive right back into kissing him. You had wrapped your arms around his neck and you kissed him with a gentleness that showed your appreciation. He cupped his hand over your cheek as you parted and looked into your eyes lovingly. As you looked back at him with a similar expression, basking in the silent moment, you decided to speak up. “My pussy hurts like a motherfucker.”

His face morphed into one of pure bemusement. “Way to ruin the moment, brat.”

“What?! It’s the truth! Your dick destroyed me! You're lucky that I was horny enough to go again!” You turned around to finally start showering yourself with a proud pout as he chuckled.

He wrapped his arms around you again, similar to his previous position, whispering in your ear. “Extremely lucky. Your cunt feels like heaven.” He pressed a chaste kiss against your cheek as you shivered. You used to hate that word but it sounded so delicious coming from his mouth. Probably your new favorite.

Your libido must have been through the roof that day because as you both showered off, all you wanted to do was jump on him. Thankfully, your body was too weak and exhausted to do anything marginally active.

- - - - - - - - - -

When Minho’s parents arrived back home, they greeted you with open arms again. As promised, Minho’s mom showed you all of the embarrassing childhood photos of him and his adorable, nerdy, high school selcas.

Minho’s dad patted him on the back as he lamented and protested the entire time. You cooed an extraordinary amount of times and gave Minho shit-eating glances, earning you daggers for eyes.

During dinner, just like Minho said, he and his mom worked together to create the most succulent, delicious Kkanpunggi Chicken you have ever tasted. The table was packed with food. Kimchi, pork dumplings, and kimbap covered all corners and you quickly found out where Minho got his habit of force-feeding you. With the three of them combined coaxing you to eat everything and your will to not want to displease them, you ate until you felt sick and your back hurt with the pressure of fullness. It took an immense amount of concentration not to throw it all up with the slightest movement.

Small talk was easier than you thought it would be. You and Minho’s dad discussed how well you were adjusting to the transition to Korea and all the differences and you discussed with his mom how you liked everything at school.

“So, Y/N, what do your parents do for a living?” Fuck. You supposed you should have anticipated this, family was of great importance in Korea and it only made sense that his dad would ask, but still…

You subconsciously wrung your hands together in your lap under the table and had an internal panic attack just thinking about them. You could feel Minho burning holes into you with his eyes but you couldn’t bring yourself to look anywhere but his parents' awaiting faces.

“That’s not impor—“

“Not much, they just run a small family business. Mostly just transporting goods.” You cut Minho off before he could utter another word. It’s not really a lie, right? They technically transport 'goods'... Their contented smiles stayed on their faces and nodded.

Minho’s mom propped her elbows up on the table and rested her head on her knuckles. “How lovely! Do you have any brothers or sisters?”

“No ma’am, it’s just me.” You said easily with a polite smile. “Only child just like Minho!” You cheerfully said while looking at Minho, hoping to ease his tension. By the look on his face, you weren’t entirely successful.

“Awe, well your parents must miss you terribly. I can’t imagine what it would be like if Minnie was in an entirely different country.” Your heart ached with the realization that you would never have that.

But…

You still had Chan’s parents… 

You would talk to them a couple times a month and they would check on you, tell you they missed you and Chan, and tried to refuse your money every time. You couldn’t help but smile to yourself that you did, in fact, have parents that loved you and missed you unconditionally.

You smiled up at your boyfriend’s parents and confidently spoke. “Yes, eomeonim. I’m sure they do.”

- - - - - - - - - -

You reluctantly bid your farewells to his parents as Minho finished packing up the car. You warmly hugged his parents goodbye and his dad told you to come back any time ‘free of charge’ he said with a chuckle to which you couldn’t help but giggle in return.

You watched Minho’s parents retreating frames as the two of you drove away, heart swollen and contented with your perfect weekend getaway. You turned back to the man in the driver's seat as he silently grabbed your hand to kiss your knuckles. You smirked at him. 

“You’ve been too nice to me. When we get back home are you going to be a pain in my ass again?” A smug smile took place on his lips.

“Only if you’re lucky.” He winked at you from the side and you giggled.

The trip back passed surprisingly quickly and the two of you were almost back home. You were excited to finally see Chan and get everything off your chest.

When your phone started buzzing, you were startled at the irony when you saw Chan’s contact popped up. “Hey, hun! I was just about to call you to let you know we are headed back! Almost home now!”

“Nice, how are the boys?” His voice sounded very flat and almost even pissed.

“Th-they’re great! We had a great time!” For some reason, you were starting to feel anxious and apprehensive.

It was silent for a moment and then Chan spoke up. “Is Sung available? I need to ask him something.” Your stomach dropped out of your ass.

You puffed out a nervous chuckle and Minho gave you a confused expression. “Nah, he’s passed out in the back right now. Eventful weekend, you know?”

More silence.

“Y/N.” Okay, using your first name confirms that he was pissed. “In all of the years I have known you, I have never seen you so shamelessly lie to me.” Your heart sank. Your eyes widened and your jaw dropped. “It’s funny how you think that I wouldn’t see Jisung around. Considering we work together and I can blatantly see when he clocks in and out.”

You knew that Jisung had to work, but he reassured you that it was nowhere near the hours that Chan was working. This was definitely a factor that you three had overlooked. “Channie…”

“Save it, Y/N. I don’t know what the fuck you think you’re doing, and I know you had some sort of reason—“ You could feel tears build up in your eyes. “—but whatever the reason, I never expected you to lie to me about it.”

The tears were falling more consistently now. “Channie let me—“ your voice was uncontrollably shaky.

“You‘ve been a completely different person lately, Y/N.” He sounded like you had broken him. “If I’m not able to trust you anymore, don’t bother coming back.”

“Channie—!!!” He instantly hung up the phone and you found that you...

...you were suffocating.

You felt like every breath you took was filled with water and your face burnt from the friction of your hands rubbing your streams of tears away unsuccessfully. There was a ringing in your ears and the constant words of ‘don’t bother coming back’ filled your entire being. It was happening again.

You’re worthless .

You aren’t welcome .

You deserve to be alone .

You could feel a hand shaking you but could barely hear the muffled yelling of the man next to you past the overflowing thoughts in your head.

No one loves you.

You’re just a tool.

‘Find somewhere else to sleep tonight, bitch. I want you out of my sight.'

Your father’s words ran on repeat in your head and you wanted to smash in your own brains to escape them. You could feel your body close in on itself and your chest palpitate with hyperventilation. You were minutely aware of the door opening next to you and strong arms lifting your balled up form.

You didn’t care what happened to you anymore. You deserved nothing but to be used and discarded. Your mind brought you back to the nights you would wander the streets all night without any place to go. You didn’t want to burden Chan, and yet, here you were. You were more of a burden to Chan and his family than anything in this world. 

You. Are. Nothing.

Your vision was blurred with tears and the dazed over pain of your mind. You didn’t know what was happening around you and you couldn’t remember anything but Chan’s words.

‘...don’t bother coming back.’

‘...don’t bother coming back.’

‘...don’t bother coming back.’

You suddenly felt warm all over. A pressure consumed your body like a comforting cocoon and you melted into it. The cold, stiff tension in your body subsided and your body allowed you to feel again. You could hear yourself sobbing and realized that you had been all along, along with the repeated words of ‘worthless, I’m worthless’. With this realization, you allowed yourself a breather from the frantic words escaping your mouth.

The suffocating air had minutely thinned to an acceptable viscosity and you could feel your nerve endings returning to a modicum of function. First, you felt the soft embrace of your favorite blanket. Fluffy and thick with the perfect amount of weight to it. Second, you felt arms squeezing you tightly and a body pressed against your front and another from your back in a warm embrace. Lastly, you felt gentle hands comb through your hair and over your scalp, soothing the heat that was coursing through your brain.

You were starting to realize that you were having an anxiety attack. The last time you had one was during the last years that Chan was gone and you rationalized your mind to figure out how to climb out of it again. You focused on the feelings around you, trying desperately to escape the relentless thoughts coursing through your brain. Breathe in. Breathe out. Breathe in. Breathe out. You discovered that these words were being told to you by the arms around you. The fog in your vision started to clear and the light blinded you. Your eyes adjusted and you could see tendrils of curly, dirty blond hair in your field of vision.

The tears that were streaming down your face had decreased in consistency and you could feel the pain in your throat from the strain of your sobs. You could feel an aching in your back from being hunched over and you instinctively straightened up, stretching out the dull throbbing. You felt the hands loosen around you and realized you had two pairs of eyes plastered to your ugly crying face.

You allowed yourself to accept the focus of your surroundings. You were in your room, centered on your bed with a blanket around you and two men surrounding you. 

Then you focused on the man in front of you. Chan.

Your brother.

Your savior.

The sanctuary that had always been your beacon of light.

You broke out in sobs again as you clung to him for dear life. Afraid that if you let him go, you would lose him forever. You couldn’t hold on tight enough, close enough. Even though you could feel him hug you back, your body wrapped around him like a monkey, arms and legs circling his entire form. Your face buried in the crook of his neck and you could feel tears and snot rub up against his ivory skin.

“Ch-Channie! D-don’t leave me! P-please!” You were frantic. You were almost screaming out your plea’s to him. “Don’t th-throw me out! I love you! I’m s-so s-sorry! Please! Please !” You were clawing at his shirt as your body begged to cling onto him.

“Shhh shhh, you’re okay, love. It’s okay.” His soothing voice was being drowned out by your sobbing. He smoothed circles over your back with his wide hand. “Don’t be afraid, Kiyomi. I’m right here. You’re not going to lose me, baby girl. I’ll always be here.” You weren’t entirely sure, but you could have sworn you heard a crack in his voice and felt the wet heat of tears settle on your shoulder.

You weren’t sure how long time had passed. With the gentle shushes and the rocking and swaying of Chan holding you, time was irrelevant. “D-don’t leave me Channie…” You whispered against the soaked crook of his neck. Your throat was raspy and you could feel your eyes were swollen and strained.

“Shhh, I’m not going anywhere, sweetheart. And neither are you… I’m so sorry, baby girl.” His voice was gentle and soothing, even if you could hear the lump in his throat.

You hiccupped back your sob. “I’M the one that’s sorry, Channie. So fucking sorry… I lied… I deserve to be thrown out on the streets.”

You felt him pull back and you picked up your breathing in a panic. That was until he grabbed your face with both hands. “Don’t you ever FUCKING say that, Kiyomi. I’m a goddamned piece of shit for even THINKING of saying that to you. You deserve better than me, Kiyomi. God, I’m so fucking sorry!”

You watched as the tears streamed down his face and by pure instinct, you stopped all thoughts other than wanting to make him quit hurting. “Why are you apologizing, Channie? I’m the one that fucked up…” You wrapped your arms around him who now had his crying face buried in his hands.

“I’m such a fucking idiot! I hurt you, Kiyomi. I swear to fucking god I will never forgive myself!”

“D-don’t you dare say that, Channie!” He popped his head up at your angry outburst. “I did this. I’m the one who fucked up. You deserve to hate me. After everything you’ve done for me, I hid this from you…”

Chan glanced behind you and you realized that Minho had been sitting behind you the whole time. “I can understand why you did, sweetheart. And that’s my fault too…” You looked at him with wide eyes. Did he already know? “Minho told me everything... I was the one who tried to forbid you from being together… I’m the one who made things harder on you…”

“Y-you…” You looked back at Minho with worried eyes.

He offered a sad smile and caressed your face. You were sure you could feel Chan stiffen underneath you, but you elected to focus your attention on your lover. “Come on, my little mouse. We can talk about this later. Let’s just calm down for now.” He held out his hand and you eagerly took it, trading your embrace from Chan, to Minho.

- - - - - - - - - -

“I’m so sorry Channie… I really was planning on telling you…” The three of you were sitting in the living room with the comfort of junk food and anime in the background filling the room. There was definitely tension, but you could tell that it was minimized for your sake.

Chan sighed. “I’m not going to lie and say that I am thrilled with the prospect of you being together, but…” Chan focused his sights on Minho. “Min says he is in love with you… and I am choosing to trust him.” His eyes turned into daggers. “But I swear to god, Min, if you hurt her, you better pray that I don’t find your sorry ass.”

Minho doesn’t scare easily. Hell, he is usually the scariest one in the group. But you could see the panic in his eyes as Chan spoke those words. “I wouldn’t dare…” Minho looked at you like you hung the moon. “She means more to me than anyone in the world…” 

You could feel your doe eyes glue to his as a single tear dropped from your eye. Minho reached his hand out and folded your hand in his. There was a moment of silence before Chan decided to add a meek response. “Kiyomi… I can’t express to you how sorry I am for saying that to you. I don’t know what was going through my head, but I hate myself for it. I hate to know that I am the one that caused your panic attack when I swore to myself that I would always be the one to ease them…” He glanced over at Minho with what looked like a tiny smile. “I suppose I have Minho to thank for taking care of you when I couldn’t…”

You were completely lost. What exactly had happened when you were trapped in your mental confinement? You must have shown your confusion on your face because Minho stroked your hair as he spoke up. “I didn’t know what happened on the phone with Chan-hyung, but I definitely knew something was wrong when you wouldn’t respond or look at me…” His face turned downcast. “You… you started screaming and crying and…” He swallowed dry. “I rushed to get you out of the car and carry you inside.”

Chan piped up from where he was looking at his fiddling hands. “When I opened the door and saw the state you were in and Minho’s panicked face, I knew that I had caused this. What I did to you…” His face lifted to Minho again. “I may not like the prospect of you two together… but I at least know that you are in good hands…”

Minho's face went dead serious as he straightened up. “I will do everything in my power to treat her how she deserves, hyung.” Minho softly smiled at you. “Because she deserves the world…”

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Hi I’m new to tumblr so I’m not sure how you normally post on here but I wanted to try posting some sketches of earth from tsams! I’m not the best with anatomy so I won’t lie I did trace over some photos (REAL PHOTOS NOT ART) I found on Pinterest and modified the proportions to fit my design, but I’m trying to improve lol. For now I just rlly wanted to flesh out my design for earth which I couldn’t do while my anatomy looked like crap 😭 all the full body ones I used references for but the one in the right corner was all me so I’ve got that to my name at least 💪 I’ll include my “reference” pictures as well :> and below the pics is an explanation of the design because I love to gush about this kind of thing. Fair warning, it’s pretty long LMAO

Hehe now it’s time for me to gush about my lil design 😈

So the first major difference you probably noticed (aside from body shape) is the very fluffy clothing I have her in. The leg warmers and… fingerless gloves? Leg warmers that she put on her arms? Idk what the arm ones are called but yk what I’m talking about lol. When I first noticed earths little rainbow headband my brain immediately said “80’s workout videos”. The big hair, the rainbow headband, it just immediately jumped ot at me and stuck. I decided to give her oversized leg warmers in that same rainbow pattern because it made me sad that her actual design doesn’t have the rainbow anywhere else. It’s funky and I like it what can I say.

Next I decided I really wanted her to wear thigh-highs. I personally love thigh-highs and also it gave me an excuse not to think about her leg mechanics. I tend to draw Sun and Moon like ball joint dolls, but it gets a lil funky to draw when they are bending their limbs so having a fluffy excuse to hide them was ideal lol. I decided to go with the bold choice of putting thigh highs and leg warmers on her, which I don’t regret even tho it probably seems like a lot. I might change a few things about her later down the line since these were just basic sketches so don’t worry if you hate it.

I gave her shorts because a skirt just didn’t feel right for her. I feel like a daycare attendant would be very active, even if earth tends to sit with the quieter kids, and a skirt would be very awkward to climb around in. I figured shorts would be good. I drew them like jean shorts since that was the original intention but they could be cloth rather than denim gimme time to think about it 💀

I had a lot of trouble decided whether the thingies on her shoulders were stand-alone or like pieces of hair she keeps up front (probably attached cuz she’s a robot) I decided on making them attached to the bigger floor of hair cuz I thought it looked cutest on the pic with her shoulders up and in front of her face lol.

Onto her chest plate thing, I was considering making it an actual shirt but decided against it. I wanted her to have a crop top bc I love crop tops so I just made it so her chest area was painted like a shirt, and then her middle area was back to her “skin” color, so it’s almost like a crop top but not really…?

Last but not least is her face, I also made that her “skin” color and just put the blue and green as her cheeks! I thought it looked cutest that way. She also has heterochromia cuz when a character has two main colors I really enjoy putting them on opposite sides as often as possible haha. So her green cheek has her blue eye and her blue cheek has her green eye. I know her original model has two blue eyes but this was what I went with.

Anyways that was super long and I’m super nervous about posting this so I’m just gonna hit post and if I find a typo or decide my lil explanation was 4 paragraphs too many I’ll fix it later. Have a nice day whoever is still reading this! :>

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I wish you would write a fic where... Theron somehow amasses a following of actual, physical porn bots droids and shenanigans ensue

I saw this prompt come in and devolved into a fit of heinous cackling. How, oh how could I resist trying to render our collective Tumblr nightmare into fictional text form?

Context: While not required reading, this is technically a sequel to this stunning crackfic, authored so long ago. If you need a refresher on the Medical Droid Love Triangle Saga, follow this link. Or this one, which is the real villain origin story of this fic. Or don't, you're already cursed if you click beyond the read more of this post.

With special thanks to @grumpyhedgehog, @sandwyrm, @storyknitter, @kitsonpaws, and @andveryginger for providing me with ideas, cursed pornbot summaries, and many cursed HoloNet websites that should never exist. You are not required to read any of this.

Technically rated T, but in reality rated N for Nobody, because no one should have to read this. I'm packing my bags, as my ride to superhell just came. Enjoy.

It had started as such a normal day -- if you could indeed have called any day on Odessen “normal”. What with the galaxy always being at the brink of some disaster or another, and their merry little band of misfits being led by the galaxy’s most notorious do-gooder, Theron’s schedule and to-do list had a tendency to get derailed on almost a daily basis.

This, however, was not how that usually happened.

He’d paused, mid-step, finger still hovering over his datapad, mid-entry as the hairs on the back of his neck stood on end, slowly dawning horror washing over him. His head turned slowly, like one of those doomed characters in a horror holofilm to look at the droid he’d just passed.

It was one of the new ones that had come in on a recent shipment. So new in fact, that there was still a fleet of them in the middle of being unpacked in the Logistics Wing. Shining, tall and blue, its highly polished quadranium head pivoted to look back at him.

“What,” Theron swallowed, willing his voice to sound even and not give in to the creeping dread, “what did you say?”

“Theron Shan,” the droid repeated helpfully, “is a master lover.”

“Oh no.” The words slipped out of their own accord.

“Just a moment, sir,” the droid continued, seemingly oblivious to the human’s distress, “I’m not quite done with your evaluation yet. Let’s see, where were we?”

“No no no no.”

The round flattened dome that served as its head tilted to one side, beady orange eyes sweeping over Theron from head to toe, before resuming its cheery, if horrifying report. “Subject is an exemplary specimen. In good cardiovascular health, above average muscle tone. Tall, well-built, and very clean...”

“Um,” Theron stammered. “I’m...” Flattered? Taken? Leaving? Wait--yes, that last one. “Going now!”

He didn’t give the cursed machine any more time to continue ogling him, instead taking off down the hall at a very brisk walk that nearly bordered on a jog. His mind raced at he beat a hasty retreat, trying to understand what was happening. It had been over a year since the The Incident, dubbed by some as the “Sexy Spy Virus”, and others by much more crude names, where a little harmless reprogramming had taken on a life of its own. Theron had been meticulous in his coding of the antivirus, wanting to ensure that the entire debacle would be forgotten. There was simply no way that it could crop back in on its own.

“Theron,” the brisk accented tone of one Lana Beniko burst in over his comm, “why did a droid just feel the need to inform me that they found rust on its insides during its last tune-up?”

“I don’t know,” Theron insisted, but his words were almost drowned out by a metallic clanking echoing down the corridor.

He threw a look over his shoulder, and to his horror, saw that his robotic admirer had decided to give chase. 

“I’m going to have to call you back,” he quickly said into the comm as the droid picked up speed from a walk to an all out gallop.

“Theron,” she sounded both concerned and exasperated, which, considering Lana, was about par the course, “what’s going on?”

“Save me!” He shouted as he took off a dead sprint.

In his many years in the field, Theron had been threatened, sure. Shot at? Many times. He’d been drugged. Tortured. Stabbed through the gut with a lightsaber pike and lived to tell the tale. He’d run into Sith, Revanites, bounty hunters, thugs, fanatics and cultists alike. He’d been in more firefights than he could remember, and more covert ops than he cared to. He’d even been accused of being a traitor (although that was kind of the point at the time).

None of that compared right now to being chased down by a droid yelling at top volume claiming he was the best lover it had ever seen.

And this time, he was pretty sure it wasn’t actually his fault.

He rounded the corner from the corridor leading from the Logistics Wing, passing by the Commander’s (and at this point, his) Quarters. HK-55 and Z0-0M straightened to their full height at his arrival. Oh thank the Force, allies.

“Salutations: Agent Shan, you are looking quite spry today.”

“What?” he panted as he approached.

“Yes, Agent Shan, don’t believe what anyone else is saying!” Zeeyo exclaimed, throwing her arms into the air. “Your undercarriage doesn’t look rusty at all!”

Mind sharp as a tack, Theron realized the implications of this just in time, and dodged to the side, ducking and rolling as the assassin-turned-bodyguard droid lunged forward to trap him in a bear hug. Not pausing to even catch his breath, as soon as his feet hit the ground he propelled himself forward and further down the hall.

“Frustration: I only wish to profess my admiration for you, Agent Shan!”

“Nope nope nope nope!” Desperation was starting to tinge the edges of his words now.

The metallic clanking intensified as more droids behind him joined in the chase, all of their vocabulators joining in unison to tell him in one way, or another, that he was in fact, the pinnacle of sexual prowess.

Theron couldn’t run forever, despite whatever their programming was forcing them to say, his stamina would give out before the lustftul droids’ power supplies. As the corridor zigged and twisted, he saw an opening in the form of a door sliding open. Without hesitation he dove in, shoving the individual there, thankfully made of flesh and bone, aside as he slammed the door controls.

The door slid securely shut just as the thunderous clanking filled the corridor beyond, their lustful words of appreciation and encouragement nearly drowned out by the racket. Theron hadn’t bothered to look or count, but he was pretty sure that the number had risen from three in the scant moments it had taken Theron to dart from one corridor to the next.

He held up a hand to his lips as he turned to thank the person who had unwittingly provided his temporary salvation. The words of gratitude died on his lips, as he realized exactly who’s room he had sought refuge in.

For a moment, Theron truly considered surrendering himself to the lusty droid mob.

Draike Highwind’s face was caught somewhere between confusion and amusement, but the latter was winning out as he started to decipher individual phrases drifting in from the corridor. A dark brow arched higher, lips twitching with undisguised mirth as the stupid blue droid that had started this whole mess yelled once again about Theron being a master lover.

More seconds passed, the ruckus quieting down, before silence descended once more, and it was finally safe to speak.

“So,” Draike drew out the word, somehow lacing it with more innuendo than all of the malfunctioning droids combined, “what ya been doing, Shan?”

“Nothing!” he insisted, voice still hushed just in case one of the droids could somehow hear.

“Doesn’t sound like nothing.” His brother-in-law’s smirk widened into an almost feral grin, eyebrows waggling. “Sounds like you’ve been getting... busy.”

One of the greatest mysteries in the galaxy was how one man could make anything sound that dirty. “I was minding my own business!”

“Oh, I bet you were.”

“You’re having way too much fun with this.”

“I mean...” If looks could kill, the pilot would have melted on the spot. Unfortunately for Theron, Draike was apparently immune to that sort of thing. “How often do I get the chance?”

“Did you do this?”

“Me?” Draike let out a sharp bark of laughter. “Stars, I wish I could have thought of something this good! These are memories I will cherish forever.”

Theron massaged the bridge of his nose. “I hate my life.”

“I mean, I’m not really into droids,” Draike went on, either not knowing (or more likely caring) about his brother-in-law’s predicament, “flesh is more my kind of thing. But you know, if you and the little lady need to spice things up by bringing in a little metal--”

“Please stop. I’m begging you!”

“Begging, eh? So you’re saying you’re more into--“

“Forget it, I’m taking my chances with the sex-crazed machines roaming the halls.” His palm hovered over the door sensors.

“Theron, wait!” There was enough urgency in Draike’s voice to give him pause. “It’s dangerous out there, take this.”

At first, he was honestly afraid to look, expecting to be offered something like a condom or some other bad joke, but was surprised to see the other man holding out a stealth generator.

“To escape your fans.”

“That’s actually not a bad idea.”

“I know. I’m a genius.”

“I didn’t say that.” He quickly nabbed the stealth generator before Draike could change his mind and frowned at the initials carved in the side in Aurabesh. “Is this even yours?”

“Eh, close enough.”

Whatever, beggars couldn’t be choosers. Theron would deal with those potential repercussions later.  He flicked on the power to the stealth generator which let out a low, almost inaudible hum as a burst of life engulfed his form. He closed his eyes against the sudden burst of brightness, and when he opened them again, dark spots of the light pattern danced in his vision for a few seconds. He blinked a few more times before they faded away.

He waved an arm experimentally in front of his face, and only felt the slight movement of air. Draike didn’t seem to react at all, and that was probably good enough.

“Thanks,” he said, palming the sensor to the door.

Draike rolled his eyes and ambled out into the corridor, looking around with the air of a man all too used to hiding from those looking for him. Theron watched as he raised a hand to a very slowly moving GNK power droid.

“How’s it hanging?”

“GONK!” 

“Oh yeah? You don’t say! I think I saw him head that way.” Draike pointed in the direction leading to cantina. “Just between you and me, I heard he’s sweet on that droid who’s a comfort enthusiast.”

“GONK! GONK! GONK!”

Still hidden underneath the stealth field, Theron had to bite down the urge to make any noise of frustration and just turned an invisible, irritated gaze at the other man’s back. As if sensing Theron’s irritation, Draike just grinned wider.

“Yeah, you know how those spy types are. Always toying with droids’ hearts. You could do better than him.”

“GONK!”

“Oh, you spicy droid! Yeah, trundle off that way, big guy. I’m sure you’ll catch him!”

With a loud clanking, the GNK droid began his slow and steady journey towards the cantina. As the echoes finally faded, Draike casually stretched, pointing towards the direction of the War Room.

Theron skulked on by, but not before giving his brother-in-law a well deserved whop upside the head. The stealth field flickered momentarily on the physical contact before shimmering back into place.

“It’d serve you right to get caught by doing that,” Draike sniffed indignantly, “after all I’ve done to help you.”

“When all of this is over--”

“Hush now,” Draike waved at the air in front of him. “You have bigger problems to deal with. Meanwhile, I will be heading to the cantina. And definitely won’t be live-streaming any brawls breaking out over the Master Lover breaking droid hearts everywhere.”

Theron snorted out an annoyed breath, and checked his urge to trip Draike as he sauntered off, hands jammed into his pockets as he whistled a jaunty tune. Like the purloined stealth generator, he’d have to worry about slicing and corrupting any servers containing evidence of this mess after he figured out how to stop whatever this was from spreading any further.

The upside to this whole unfortunate side encounter, was that the stealth generator made it possible for him to quietly creep around any droids he passed in the corridor. Most seemed to be making a hasty exit for the cantina, almost as if word had spread of Drake’s false rumor about his and C2-N2’s torrid love affair and every heartbroken circuit was flocking in that direction now.

And when he thought about it like that, when exactly had this become his life? Oh, right. Like fifteen minutes ago. Or however long this nightmare had started. Time had sort of lost meaning, if he were being honest.

He managed to make it to the war room, undetected and unmolested, and quietly snuck his way towards the irritable blonde Sith, holding her head in her hands as if she were battling the world’s strongest migraine. As Theron approached the Sith, he could hear her muttering under her breath in frustration. He hesitated for a moment before clearing his throat, causing her to jerk her head up in surprise.

“Who’s there?”

“Quiet,” Theron hissed. “They might hear you.”

“Oh, for Sith’s sake,” she exhaled, “where in the blazes have you been?”

“Hiding,” he whispered urgently. “These droids have all gone haywire!”

“And who’s fault is that, I wonder.”

“Not me,” he insisted, “not this time!”

“Right,” she said sardonically, “and I suppose that’s why there isn’t a reality holoseries entitled ‘Programmed for Love’ currently being live-streamed in the cantina for the entire HoloNet to see.”

“Damn it, Draike!” Theron cursed. “I thought he was joking about that.”

“Of course. How did I not see that coming?” she muttered.

“I’ll slice in and scrub all of the servers after we figure out this... this... whatever this is?”

“Your insecurities laid bare in binary?” she suggested, oh so helpfully.

“Why did I come to you for help again?”

“Because--”

It was at that point, that a probe droid, currently speeding its way towards the cantina, happened to take notice of Lana talking to thin air, and veered off its intended trajectory, heading straight for Theron’s position near the back of the war room. If the loud alarms and flashing lights were any indication, it had been able to see through his stealth generator.

Wait... those weren’t alarm proximities it was flashing. As Theron watched its rapid approach, he couldn’t help but stare at it in dumb fascination, brow furrowing as he tried to make out the images it was projecting. If he didn’t know better, he’d almost say it was a bizarre mixture of Aurabesh and hologlyphs.

He squinted, just able to make out: “DX-98 🤖🔥 Analytical  Scanner 💋🙏 Okara Droid Factory 🔍🌌💕 Exobiology Research 🥵🍑 Top HoloFans 0.7%!”

Before he had a chance to process any of that, the droid was already upon him, pincher arms spreading wide to snap him up for some purpose far beyond its original programming. He only had milliseconds to react before the droid reached him, when an explosive force sent the droid flying backwards harmlessly, and had Theron landing ungracefully on his tailbone. The stealth field fizzled out with a pop on his impact with the ground.

A familiar figure landed between him and the droid, twin blue scarves billowing behind her dramatically, blonde ponytail swaying with the motion of her movement. A small frown of concentration bunched her forehead as his wife threw a concerned look in his direction.

“You requested rescue?” Grey asked.

“Ah, my knight in shining armor has arrived,” he quipped back.

“I am not wearing my armor.” The frown of concentration morphed into one of confusion.

“I--never mind.” He pushed himself to his feet, dusting off his hands. “Thank you for the timely intervention.”

She graced him with a hint of a smile and a bob of her head in acknowledgment. “Any time.”

“As touching as all of this is,” Lana broke in sourly, “it still doesn’t solve our larger problem.”

“Yeah,” Theron rubbed the back of his neck, “you’re not wrong. It sounds like this has spread across the entire base?”

“It appears that way,” Lana said tightly. “You know, you assured me that all of this had been taken care of the last time we dealt with this issue.”

“Hey now,” he bit back, “I’m a man of my word!”

She snorted at that. “Tell that to the Umbaran Transit Authority.”

“How are you still mad about that?”

“You tazed me!”

“Focus,” Grey said, eyeing the stunned probe droid warily. “If memory serves me correct, you had a program you deployed to revert the programming of the droids the last time this happened.”

“Yes, that’s what doesn’t make sense.” He watched as the holoprojectors on the downed probe droid flickered, hologlyphs flashing rapidly in the War Room’s dim light. “I programmed it to eliminate all trace of the offending code. The only way it could be reappearing now is if someone took one of the infected droids offline before I deployed...”

Lana arrived at the same conclusion right about the time that Theron did, picking up the thought. “I seem to recall a certain someone requesting you replicate your work for less-than-legal purposes.”

Theron angrily punched the button on his comm as he growled, “Gault!”

The Devaronian’s voice came back immediately, almost a little too suave. “Theron! What a surprise to hear your dulcet tones requesting my presence.”

“Gault,” Lana managed to keep some measure of calm, “are you responsible for this current situation?”

“What situation is that?” he asked far too innocently, even as a distant call of a droid’s clanking nearly drowned out it’s loud declaration of the presence of rust on one Theron Shan’s “bolt”. There was a moment of silence before he continued. “Oh! You mean the lustful droids currently running amok on the base?”

“I’m glad we’re on the same page,” Lana said dryly. “My original question stands.”

“I am shocked, shocked and scandalized that my name would be the first to come to mind! Might I remind you, it was one Miss Djannis who requested you create her a Shan Sexbot.”

“Yeah,” Kaliyo jumped in on the comms, clearly annoyed, the sound of metallic brawling nearly drowning out her voice, “I wanted it for hilarious crimes! Not whatever the fuck this is!”

“Gault,” a third voice, Hylo Visz, cut in. From the background noise, it seemed she was in the same location as Kaliyo. “I swear, if you don’t help us figure out how to stop this, when you’re not looking I’ll cut off your--”

“Okay, okay, geez!” He interrupted before his significant other could finish whatever that threat was. “Fine, it was me! I deactivated a droid before Theron uploaded his program.”

“Of course.” Lana rolled her eyes upwards, as if asking the Force for patience.

“In my defense,” Gault continued, “originally it was just to shut the stupid thing up! But then Kaliyo came up with that brilliant idea for the Shan Sexbot Distraction, and I thought, why not hold on to this beauty in case it came in handy for a con?”

The sound of Theron smacking his forehead in frustration echoed throughout the War Room.

“So you know, just had a fun idea come to me the other day, so I extracted the original programming and altered a few things, and tried to put it into a new droid for my plan.”

“Did that droid happen to be a blue medical monstrosity?” Theron was actively massaging his temples at this point.

“I will have you know,” Gault said, “that BL-U3 is a consummate professional. You would be lucky to have him perform a medical exam on you!”

“Yeah, that was definitely his intent,” Theron shot back. “Purely professional and not lecherous at all! Which was not in any of my code.”

“Hey, I never claimed to be very talented when it came to software programming. I may have made a mistake or two when altering your code.”

“May have?!”

“How was I supposed to know that the remnants of the Gemini Frequency code in our systems was going to work after the entire Eternal Fleet had gone offline and deploy your software STD to the entire network? Sue me!”

“I’m considering it!”

Before the mostly pointless argument could escalate any further, the sounds of metallic clanking from above, roughly from the location of the cantina, began to grow closer, the cacophony increasing in volume, until it sounded like it was coming in all directions.

“That is not a good sign,” Grey’s mutter was nearly lost to the noise.

“Hey,” Drake’s annoyed voice cut in over the comm, “my livestream is now officially ruined! I hope you’re all happy!”

“I’m afraid to even ask why,” Theron said.

“Oh, it seems all of my extremely eligible and single contestants heard your voice over the comms and abandoned challenging Seetoo Enntoo to unarmed droid combat for the right to court you, and are now all headed in your direction.”

“Oops.”

“Worry not Agent Shan,” the unusually warbly vocabulator of C2-N2 came over the comms, “I will not rest until I alone can provide you with the ultimate in comfort!”

“We should probably get a different housekeeping droid after this is all over,” he told his wife.

That seemed a lesser concern to Grey, as she had shifted into Alliance Commander mode, and was currently on the comms, shouting for every available member of the Force Enclave to get to the War Room as fast as possible to help hold off the incoming army of lustful droids.

Yeah, come to think of it, that was probably more important.

“We must use nonlethal force,” she stressed, giving a particularly severe look to Lana when she said that, getting a simple nonplussed shrug in return, “as we only need to hold the droids at bay until we can come up with a solution. They are not to blame for what’s happening.”

Theron begged to differ, but she was probably right in this case. The cost of repairing or replacing an entire base full of droids would be astronomical.

As Force users began to stream in and take up position around the room, the sound of wheels racing along the metal plating caught Theron's attention, and he looked over to see a familiar silver T7-series astromech racing into the room. He tensed up instinctively at the sight of a droid, as anyone would have in his situation.

“Teeseven!” Grey called out with a smile, clearly not as wary or droidshy.

The little astromech let out a friendly whistle and series of chirps in binary, that roughly translated to: “T7-01 = Safe! // Been off network entire morning!”

“Oh, what a relief,” she breathed, “I would have hated for you to be infected with this too!”

He let out another series of beeps: “T7-01 = still in possession of original antivirus code. // Can tweak it and upload to servers = Save the day?”

“I don’t know if that’s such a good idea,” Theron muttered.

“T7 = not scared!”

Grey’s expression melted into one of admiration and pride. “Teeseven, that’s incredibly brave -- but are you sure? Theron’s right, it could be very dangerous.”

“T7 = Jedi + Theron’s friend. // Helping > Risk!”

She looked at him and he returned the gaze with a small nod, realizing there wasn’t much in the way of choice. It was either that or let the droids overrun them. And then whatever happened when one of them actually got their hands on on Theron -- a prospect he wasn’t really that thrilled to explore right now.

“Fine,” he said tersely, “let’s do this!”

The two of them rushed over to the center console in the room, Theron pulling out his slicer spike as Teeseven plugged his scomplink arm into the main network terminal. The rest of their reinforcements from the Force Enclave arrived just in time and formed a ring around the two slicers. They managed to erect a large Force barrier just as the metallic clanging and clatter grew to a roar, announcing the arrival of the lecherous horde.

Near the front of the mob, Z0-0M threw up her arms in glee and excitement as she jumped to try and catch sight of her beloved. “There you are Agent Shan! You left before we could finish our conversation -- you were saying something about oxidation?”

“Interjection: Do not listen to this hussy, Theron! You and I will make sweet explosions together!”

Theron valiantly tuned them out as he took in a feed of the original antivirus code that Teeseven shared with him. Yes, this all looked correct. Unfortunately, he was going to need get a look to see how Gault had mutilated his beautiful original coding to know how to alter it.

Teeseven was two steps ahead of him, and a stream of code flashed across the HUD in his ocular implants. He watched in horror as he saw the butchery with his own two eyes.

“Gault, where the hell did you get this code?” he asked over the comms incredulously. “HornHub?”

“Excuse you, I only frequent the classiest places on the galactic communications grid, like HoloHump!” The growl of Gault’s name from a very angry Mirialan smuggler had him quickly adding. “You know, I’m just going to shut up and let you concentrate on what you’re doing.”

Teeseven, ever the valiant worker, ignored the conversation completely, and was hard at work running diagnostics on the altered code and the best way to modify the antivirus to address it. Theron watched the stream of letters and numbers fly across the HUD at lightning speed.

The little guy was good at what he did. He let out a flurry of beeps and whistles as almost the last piece of this very lurid puzzle started to fall into place. The little droid seemed to almost be singing along with the code as he wrote it, like a mechanical maestro conducting an orchestra. They were close, so close and--

The next whistle Teeseven let out was not his normal, cheerful way of communication, much lower in timbre and more seductive.

No.

Teeseven whirled his flat head around until his visual sensor faced Theron, and let out another wolf whistle, his holoprojector lighting up to proudly display: T7-01 🤖👀🔍 Observant 👁️🔭 Scanner 🔍🏞️ Tython 🌄👏 215 🍒♎ Repairing 👅🙈 Top HoloFans 3.6%

“What was that?” Grey shouted to be heard over the droids catcalling.

“No no no no,” Theron muttered, “we’re so close! Don’t do this to me, little buddy!”

“What happened to my precious baby boy?” Grey demanded, sweat trickling down the side of her face as she struggled to maintain the Force barrier.

Beyond the barrier, the rest of the porndroid army followed suit with Teeseven, all either wildly projecting their own series of hologlyphs and random facts about themselves and their planets of origins, while others struck disturbingly seductive poses, and a scant few demanded that “ShanDaddy” start a holocall with them in private.

With no time and no recourse left, Theron dove back into the system, yanking Teeseven’s unfinished code as he was nearly overwhelmed with lewd images and thirsty hologlyphs, struggling to finish and upload the code as the volume in the War Room rose to a crescendo just as the Force users’ began to fall, one after the other, their barrier weakening by the moment.

The overwhelming cacophony of hologlyphs, lewd poses, and robotic come-ons that had filled the War Room suddenly disappeared. All eyes turned to the droids as almost in unison, as they all powered down—a sign that their malware had been neutralized. Theron slumped back in relief, his work finally done.

Grey, Lana, and the others let out a long sigh of relief, the tension leaving their bodies in a rush.

“Thank the Force,” Grey murmured, sinking down to the ground. “I do not think I could have held that barrier much longer.”

Theron nodded, feeling a similar sense of exhaustion. He leaned back against the console, closing his eyes but was unable to banish the mentally scarring series of images that were probably permanently burned into his retinas.

“Remind me,” he said faintly, “to obliterate HoloHump’s servers. Once I’m done murdering Gault.”

“You act as if there will be anything left after I find him,” Lana said darkly.

“Remember everyone,” Grey spoke in her best and most official Alliance Commander voice, “murder is bad and frowned upon in the Official Alliance Employee Handbook.”

“Query: Why are we all in the War Room?” HK-55 asked as he came back online. “And more importantly, why is that blue meddroid manipulating its medical instruments into a heart shape, as if expressing affection towards the Commander?”

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The Way He Looks at You Series B. II:I

Cal Kestis Week Bonus Content: In Another Life Chapter I: You're Doing Great

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Tumblr celebrated Cal Kestis Week, I used the dialogue prompts for each chapter. This chapter uses: "You're doing great!"

This mini series is what life could have looked like if Reader (lovingly nicknamed "Light" by Cal) had never lost her memory in the final battle of 'The Way He Looks at You'. Rating: 18+ Words: 1.2K Trigger Warnings: Chemical Pregnancy Inquisitor Cal x Reader/OC

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Cal shifts against the rigid cast-plast chair in the Imperial Hospital waiting room. It’s been hours of no news or communication from the hospital staff. All too afraid of getting on the bad side of the Thirteenth Brother to risk passing along information in his most desperate time.

He understands, but his freckled hand twitches for his lightsaber each time a passing nurse gives him the runaround. He should know something about her condition by now. She was unconscious, but not impaled, only head trauma. There is no need for surgery to take such a ridiculous amount of time. 

The scene floods Cal’s memory: pulling himself from the wreckage, digging to find her unconscious body, still breathing, air coming in small gasps. He should have checked to ensure the Jedi was dead, but there wasn’t time, not when Light’s life was hanging in the balance.

Cal couldn’t stop the tears that poured from his eyes, creating streaks of clean skin in the dust coating his face. His hair and clothes looking much the same, the vibrance of his black Inquisitor’s uniform and fiery red hair, muted.

He cried in anger, and fear, as he flew Light, propped up in her usual seat in the Scythe, to the best Imperial hospital in the galaxy. She was beautiful still, despite the blood pouring from a cut hidden in her hair, matting it. Her black dress and cloak painted gray with permacrete debris, no longer marking her as the property of an Inquisitor.

The nurse from before exits the hospital room. Her cropped dark hair and no nonsense expression makes the Inquisitor feel about a foot shorter. He stands, approaching her with caution, hoping she is here for him.

“Inquisitor. The surgery is complete. I have good news and bad news.” 

Her words are short and to the point, presenting an obvious choice.

“The bad news. Please, don’t tell me she’s dead.”

“Well, you’ve spoiled the good news. The patient lives. She should be awake soon.”

Cal lets out the breath he was holding, relief flooding his body, loosening the knots that gather between his shoulder blades.

“And the bad news?”

She purses her lips a moment before speaking. “You’re aware she was pregnant?”

He nods.

“The pregnancy was early, almost too soon for us to catch. The stress of the cave-in has terminated the pregnancy.”

Dead air sits between the Thirteenth Brother and the Imperial Nurse. Cal’s fingers twitch for his lightsaber again, but he resists. Killing this nurse won’t replace the loss of a child. His child, no matter what the Jedi said. How dare Theo stake claim on not only his woman, but his child? If the cave-in didn’t kill him, Cal will. It’s his fault for stalling the couple, leading to the losses of the day.

Cal is not entirely innocent in the entire affair, if he had simply left with Light when they reunited, there would have been no battle, no cave-in, no panic-stricken flight to the hospital, no loss of a child he would never know. Tears well in his lower lids and Cal resists them, ending the conversation with this nurse.

He laces his voice with venom. “I can see her now?”

She nods, points at the door behind her, and leaves.

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Cal steps inside the sterile room, pressing the door shut with a click. He pulls the privacy curtain; the scowl falling from his face, revealing wide eyes, a frown, and the curse of tears daring to fall. He lets them and dashes to Light’s side, kneeling on the floor beside her bed, his large hand bringing warmth to her icy fingertips. The saline drip keeping her extremities cooler than he would prefer. 

Cal uses his free hand to tuck her further beneath the thin hospital blankets, cursing their poor quality. In his annoyance, he unclips his own thick cloak, nearly throwing the soiled material over her now clean body. But he stops, instead tossing it over a nearby chair.

His mouth falls to her open palm, kissing her repeatedly in prayer. “Please wake up, I can’t lose you too. We lost the baby, and I now realize how much I loved knowing that something existed that was both of us, our creation. I will make him pay for the loss he has caused our family.”

Light shifts as his frantic words reach her ears. Her eyes still closed, forehead wrinkling in confusion of the words and a severe ache in her head. It feels like a ship fell on her. She did fall out of the sky in a ship, similar, but what happened next? The fuzzy memories are still too difficult to decipher.

“Light? Please wake up, I’m here. I won’t let anything bad ever happen to you again. I’ll protect you this time.”

Cal Force-pulls the nearby chair, scooting as close to her as possible, brushing a few stray hairs off her face. 

Her eyes flutter, followed by a wince, then she peeks them open once more, squinting in the white light. “Cal?”

He sniffs, before a smile splits his face, hot tears falling onto their joined hands below. “Yes, Light, I’m here. You’re here, you’re okay. I’ve got you.”

She lets out a low groan as her eyes open further, her vision blurry and painful. “What happened? Am I in a hospital? Is everyone okay? Theo?”

Cal’s smile falters at the name of his enemy. “There was a cave-in from the explosions at the base. You were crushed beneath the ceiling. We all were.”

Worry spans her forehead, broken only by another sharp reaction to the immense pain. “Were there any casualties?”

Cal’s mouth gapes, trying to find the right words. 

Light’s expression softens, “Theo…”

Cal’s jaw snaps shut. “Do not speak his name to me. He is the reason I almost lost you, the reason we lost…”

Her eyes search his for information, widening in understanding. “I caused another loss…”

Cal squeezes her hand. “No! You didn’t do this!”

Her face reddens. “I did! I’m cursed! Everything I love dies eventually! I can’t keep anyone I love alive! I’m a failure…I’m still failing!”

Cal’s expression hardens. “You’re wrong, Light. You’re not failing, you’re doing great. You were just dealt a bad hand. It was I who failed you. I was selfish, allowing us to linger when danger was nearby. I should have taken you home immediately.”

There is a long silence as she processes the barrage of new information. Cal’s heart breaks, knowing he should have done more. His mind pulls towards the near decade of being an Inquisitor, assuring him the fault lies with the Jedi. But deep down, he knows the Jedi did not force him to stay on that base. It was Cal’s selfishness that led to Light laying in the hospital bed before him. He is no hero, not since turning to the Dark Side.

Light’s left hand touches her lower belly, tears forming in her eyes. Cal pulls her into his arms, taking care to not do further damage. Grief surrounding the couple as they mourn the loss of a life they’ll never know. The room is silent apart from the shuddering breaths and beeping monitors.

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