#dumbdumb little stupid guys

[koitheannoyance]

these cats are so hongcliff coded

[tabitha2]

YOU are good ONLY as a junior SECRETARY sexy in skirts TYPICAL typing pool airhead. YOU got promoted over YOUR head. Your pretty girl AIRHEAD. Everyone knows it. ACCEPT your place now, DROP down to how YOU were born made MEANT to be. You ARE the whole office’s HOLE. Things get lost IN you. You are SUCH a bimbo. And EVERYBODY knows you are. BAMBI. The junior office GIRL. Office Bambi takes DICKtation from all the STUDS in her branch. BAMBI is the office WHORE fetching all the COFFEE and sucking off DICKS on her lunch BREAK. Is that right ? SURE. You’re like what, BAMBI ? Nod your head. BAMBI is your office NAME what your nametag SAYS in fact. Right ? BAMBI ? Bambi Melons, junior GIRL. Says it right HERE on the name SIGN on your desk HONEY on the big OFFICIAL forms from like HR that you totally SIGNED when you started. RIGHT. But oh hey SWEETHEART. Delivery has a PACKAGE for you. This GUY ? Says you’re BAMBI. Isn’t that the NAME that they all CALL you ? Sure is, BABE ! Your name is BAMBI. And you can’t STOP. Feeling like some MAN is always your BOSS. Men knocking the SENSE out of your HEAD without even trying. GOLLY. Like they are SO dom so strong, YES Sir, and you’re just DUMB— no matter what YOU try or say. JUST like you ARE a pretty dumbDUMB girl in a TIGHT skirt low-cut blouse PANTYHOSE high heels who ALWAYS does what she’s TOLD every time. Hm ? Oh GOODNESS that’s you, darling. You CAN’T stop obeying men. AND you never will. NODDING and smiling just SMILING never talking back EVER. Oh my GOSH. Makes you excited TOO. To please. To SERVE. To obey. To PLEASE. Men, especially. Saying SWEETLY always. Call me BAMBI. Hi, my name’s BAMBI. How can I HELP you, sir. The OTHER girls giggle. Oh WOW. You sound so STUPID but like also SEXUALIZED. When you ask HOW you can make THEIR day so much BETTER. Going without even TRYING into your whole HOLE Bambi Melons routine. YOUR stupid stretchy shiny STRIPPER blouse unbuttoned, and YOUR nipples hard as YOU blush and try FOCUSING on your silly WORK that is so IMPORTANT and like all SMART like seriously you’re SMARTY PANTIES — isn’t that what REALLY you are ? Little MISS Bambi Melons the BIGGEST thing in the WHOLE office trying to GET put back to WORK, after her long LAYOFF big hard lunch HOUR all those corporate DICKS in their powerful SUITS making your head SPIN with their big HANDSOME ideas put into YOUR report— so tell US all about it, BAMBI ???

##### from image of Natalia Starr

[jacksmusesdrv3]

Meeting for Sacrifice

Here is something I scrapped up in weird RP format a while ago: an altercation of sorts between Gonta and Ouma. Bear in mind as usual, there’s a fair bit of cryptic subtext with this implying that the two have spoken before about the true nature of Ouma’s role- since they’re genuinely cooperating with each other and all, I think that Gonta knows a lot more than he lets on, mainly about Ouma more than anything else. So I tried to reflect that overall weirdness here, in a way that makes some sense. What can I say, cryptic teases are fun

It’s old too, about a year old since I was too chicken to post it here until now due to its fragment nature. Still I hope it gives the punch that this pair deserves :3 (Of course, Ouma is not nice here. He is close to losing his shit, especially at this point in the story, and as for Gonta? Let’s just say he can be rough when he really wants to be...)

Jeez, it’s super late! Aren’t you supposed to be bothering Shuichi? He’s running around after killer girl, after all. Get your priorities straight!

Yeah, Gonta saw Shuichi already. He had to keep a promise, so he’s out.

I mean, yeah. I figured as much, at this hour. (Just like clockwork...)

Soo, what is it, big guy? You’re being more aggressive than usual.

Did a bug escape from your lab and get up your nose or something?

Kokichi, Gonta been thinking. We need to put a stop to this, and Gonta thinks he knows how.

Neeheehee, you’d come all this way just for one of your dumbdumb lectures? 

Don’t bother, stupid! I *want* this game to keep rolling! It’s just getting fun!

(Welp. It's time for 'that' again, huh. I stretched a bit more, and dropped my hands to my sides.)

(Then, I snuck my hands in my pockets and felt for the switch.)

(Click. Now just a few seconds for the BugVac to- God’s sake Miu, did you have to add *that* shit- this was NOT in the-)

*ahem* Go on, Gonta. For realsies, this time.

Oops, come on inside. Don’t want to be seen out here, y’know?

(He barges his way in. He’s cumbersome enough without a room full of clutter- oh, geez!)

Oi! Be careful with the evidence, Bigfoot!

Ah! S-sorry!

Hmm... (Less consideration of surroundings but, anxiety, what’s stirring in there has got to be…)

Okay. Gonta has an idea. Been thinking about it for a long time now, but no way to do it.

You’re the one with the brains to manage complex stuff like this, so…

...

So take Gonta and use him in a plot! Make him a sacrifice!

Kokichi’d know how to do it just right! So he’s gotta help!

....A… sacrifice. Right, yeah...

...uhhhh uhhhh….

(.........)

Kokichi? Are you listening to me- are you.. ok?

H-hold on. Y-you’re… you’re joking… right? R-right, Gonta?

That superpower... must have fried your head, for real. You c-can’t... seriously…

(Oh… no no you… no no-no… fuck that- no no, no-)

Look, Gonta knows you feel this way. But it’s the only thing I-

*Ahahaha!* That’s ridiculous! Do you really think I’ll let you pull something sooooo stupid!?

You can die all you want but man, do you seriously think I’ll *help* you?! What the hell!?

Are you off your fucking rocker you big meat head!? Fuck you! I’m not going to-

Hey Kokichi- stop it! Stop it and listen!

Like hell!

Two Exisals still left. So Gonta may as well be the next one to go.

You... you want to save the country, right Kokichi? But you can’t do that without help.

Wh-whwhat are you-

Y-you’re just playing into it, you idiot! I can handle this *myself*!

No! Gonta is not going to do what Monokuma wants. This is Gonta’s choice.

Would Kokichi rather sacrifice someone who doesn’t want to? Or... throw himself away?

Both those things are way more foolish! Take this seriously!

I know that, already… I kn-know…....

Which is why I can’t let some *big fool* get in the way of my *big plans*, duhh!

Gonta’s *not* a fool! You know, but pretending not to…!

If Kokichi won’t do this, he might as well tell everyone the truth!

Uuuggh... why you-!

Okay fine, Gonta. You want your little plot… you got it.

So, we’ll have to use the Virtual World, but… hmm, I can’t tell you about all the details heeeere. 

You understand, riiight?

Yeah, Gonta knows. No problem telling a lie, but plotting is different…

So some things, it’s better that Gonta doesn’t know...

Thank you! Now Gonta can do this for you, and everyone!

Of course! It’s no problem! I appreciate the pressure, from the bottom of my heart!

I’ve taught you well, Gonta! You’d make a fine manipulator! True gentleman material!

Kokichi…?

You heard me. That was *cold*. So... mean… so scary….

Welp. Times’ a wastin’. I better get to Miu with this, hadn’t I!?

You’d better get to bed, too. Just leave allllll the brutal planning to me, okaaaay?

Right!? This is the perfect opportunity! I’ll show off just how *terrible* I really am!

Just wait til I get to Monokuma with this, muahahaha!

Then he’ll get in on the game, and it’ll be, it’ll be- oh *man*! I can’t wait!! I can’t wait!!

Stop that!! Please- Kokichi is *not* terrible!

Don’t- oh shut up you annoying sack of shit!!

*You* can’t be tainted, can you? So just- go already! Get out of my sight!

Yeah you, *patsy*! You better fulfil your role, you hear me!? Do *everything* I say!

Oh sweet, precious Gonta, they’re gonna love you so, so much-

No- please! Remember this, for Gonta!

Kokichi is… the bravest person Gonta ever knew.

No matter what he has to do from now…

... brave? What... are you saying, Gonta? You’re making... no sense....

You go and- you say that stuff to me, and... tell me to sacrifice you… to have you die…��

And you’d talk about how brave *I* am? You… have no idea.

I-it’s such a joke… all of this…

But, Kokichi must win! He *must* beat Monokuma! No matter what...!

If not, everything is done for! Everything hell, forever!

It’s hard, and Gonta doesn’t know everything. But if he does this, it’ll be easier.

And whatever happens, Gonta knows Kokichi! Don’t ever forget!

Gonta will be with you in spirit, riding with you to the very end!

……*hic*…..

(...No… not this feeling... why? Why can’t I control it!? I’m so stupid, damnit!)

(I’m useless with my godforsaken talent and now... fucking hell!)

(I don’t have the *right* to feel anything. I wanted this to begin with.)

(I made the ultimate gamble. So I... I gotta do this right.)

(This isn’t the time… while he has this circus to run, I-)

Kokichi…?

(...ah.)

I’m... sorry, Gonta. Please, just… go now.

....Kokichi...

...Good night.

[pinkysfaultorbrainsfault]

pinky and the brain - s1e3b: that smarts

here it is. lol.

episode summary: frustrated at pinky’s constant disruption of his plans (okay, brain, if you say so) brain invents a machine to make him smarter. it goes about as well as you think it would.

the rundown:

it’s acme labs.

unless this is just some cage in the middle of nowhere, i guess. i don’t know.

no, wait. definitely acme labs. brain is writing in his Mouse Diary, probably relating the weird dream he just had about being in post-war japan. he has a lot of those, it seems, probably because it’s a good way for the writers to keep the status quo.

mumble mumble grump grump mumble mumble

“ah!��� like he’s just discovered something. you’re not getting anywhere with those formulae though, brain. ∞A2-A= 2 to the tetration is just absolute gibberish and it’s not going to help you at all.

still, i’m glad he’s found what he’s looking for. satisfied with his nonsense calculations, brain calls pinky over.

bomp.

“narf.”

“what were you doing up there, pinky.”

“oh!” says pinky, who has just remembered he’s british. “i was having a devil of a time cleaning the chimney, brain.”

“we don’t have a chimey.”

“oh, well. there you are then.”

yeah.

brain reassures pinky that he is nowhere near the ceiling, which is good, because we don’t want more asthma than this poor guy already has. instead, he proposes to pinky that he’s figured out why they haven’t taken over the world yet.

“oh, i know why, brain. it’s gremlins.”

LITTLE SPRINKLY SPRITES THAT CONFUSE US

ALWAYS TWIDDLING THEIR LITTLE FINGERS IN OUR EARS

“an interesting theory.”

i like how brain draws himself, here. with the little ¬¬ face. grompy.

“but i have reviewed our past efforts, pinky, turning the situations into numbers in an effort to locate the exact problem.”

“well that sounds, um. narf.”

“yes, i’m sure it does.”

luckily, he’s plotted them all out on his little graph plotter, which is apparently going to paint a picture of the thing that’s ruining their plans... because... that’s how numbers work.... apparently? coming from the guy who thinks you can multiply infinity by -2 tetrated, forgive me for being skeptical.

let’s see how this goes!

oh.

still, pinky looks like he wants to put it on the fridge, so it’s not all bad, i guess. “egad, brain! that looks like me! but flat!”

“it is you, pinky. my calcuations have indicated that you are the problem.”

ouch.

“p... pinky?”

the leering figure of brain in his Man Suit behind him doesn’t help the tone, and should also probably serve as a reminder that sometimes it’s-- well, we’ll get to that.

poor pinky. ):

brain rubs it in further by deriding pinky as a “spazzy, beetleheaded dufus.” he has.... diagrams, to match. this is all very rude and unneeded.

😭😭😭😭😭

“but you’re not getting rid of me, are you, brain? i mean you? working as a single? look at what happened to jerry lewis when he split from dean! all that stuff in your hair--”

<gay little hand flip>

“point taken.”

“but fear not.” <gay little hand flip in response.>

but brain has another plan! he is going to make pinky smart. so that’s not too bad, i guess? oh he’s making me change everything about myself! but at least he didn’t dump me.

hmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmm.

i’m waiting for the christmas episode.

so brain gets pinky all strapped into the promare spinny machine.

he also makes this face when pinky asks why people don’t usually just make themselves smarter. so okay. he maintains that “the problem is in the execution”, but quite frankly i think it’s because most people aren’t into eugenics.

anyway brain activates the smartsotron.

it, uh. i don’t know why this shot was taken from this angle. i’m sorry. i’m sure, historically, it made a lot of people happy.

brain does some more scientific mumbling.

“fourty seven knots, six-- nineteen kelvin, fibbonaci, n minus one,”

“coming-- coming--”

in the nicest way possible, brain, i’m not sure he is.

“now!”

if you say so, brain. he goes off to pull the lever that. does that.

it has an effect.

the face of a man who is enjoying himself, apparently.

brain also shorts out the whole electricity for acme labs, which is very funny.

“pinky?” says brain, like he was concerned for his health like five minutes ago, when he put him into the bloody thing in the first place.

“oh, that was fun, brain! haha ha. narf. hoo! i’m all tingly! woo woo.”

“fun, perhaps, but obviously not successful.”

“oh, no, no, i think it was!”

“at first i thought the folded dipole wasn’t working as your centrefed, horizontally mounted conductor,”

“but frequencies below thirty megahertz--!”

“loud and clear! haha!”

“and i must say, brain, the peak value wave shape of the impulse voltage? glorious! i mean, hitting that maximum value without appreciable, superimposed oscillations! egad brain! brilliant!”

haha ha.

“YES!”

good for brain. the worrying implications of his assumption that making pinky smart would cure his tourettes??? we can worry about that later.

narf.

anyway, so tonight’s plan for world domination is that brain will pose as jimmy hoffa--

okay.

anyway, he intends to pose as jimmy hoffa and manipulate the old labour leaders into worshipping him.

with that, they will help him utilise the industrial complex to build a “forced vertoconvector”, whatever that means.

“it will create millions of steaming, tiny guysers that will actually lift people several inches off the ground, immobilising them.”

“egad, brain! it’s like giant air hockey!”

unfortunately for brain, his coefficient values are wrong. “it’s suppose to be sin, not cosin. kind of flips the whole thing around. haha. won’t work.”

inside his head, brain screams, quietly.

but never mind! initially, he’s excited, because pinky has saved them a whole night’s work! tremendous!

and luckily, he has a backup plan, which is also totally going to work. “take a look at this one,”

“colleague.”

“oh, brain.”

this is how mice flirt, i guess.

ignoring that “colleague” is a slight downgrade from “lifelong friend,” brain explains that he intends to program a computer to generate a fantastically popular romance novel, that i actually don’t want to look at the cover of for too long.

ew.

let’s move away from that. the romance novel “will contain a hypnophonetic sentence so long and so confusing that the reader will be forced to reread it, endlessly, out loud, and the frequencies of those sounds will hypnotise all those around them, primed for my suggestion that,”

I RULE THE WORLD. it’s not quite a close up but it’s a funny face so i’m counting it.

pinky is not as hype.

“the frequency needs to be an exact integral multiple of the input, doesn’t it? or it’ll be all wobble wobble bluueeroooogh.”

that’s one way of putting it. “not hypnotic at all, nope. won’t work.”

“yes. you’re right.”

brain is not enjoying this any more, it seems.

“by converting our cage into a nuclear reactor, we can produce enough energy--”

“but your migration area is tiny, brain! the neutron will never be able to slow down from fission to thermal in here!”

“please, pinky. let me finish--”

“but it’s got to be at least one sixth of the square distance between--”

“pinky!”

lms if you are the square distance between pinky.

“it seems to be, brain, that it’s not my fault at all that these plans haven’t worked.”

man. we don’t get to see pinky mad at brain very often? i love it. please let him get this mad in the reboot. madder, even. let them argue, wb!!

i don’t think brain has much grounds to argue, considering that he is, of course, the inventor of Really Big Magnet That Sticks People To The Floor By Their Pocket Change. still, he gives it a go.

he drags pinky back over to his weird little graph machine, citing that he “calcuated it himself” and “the numbers don’t lie.”

<gay little hand flip>. that’s not entirely fair because this is a tween but. it’s funny.

“actually, there seems to be a little booboo right here.”

poke.

he sets about correcting it, of course!

brain may well be at his limit.

(they angle that through the bunsen burner as it boils over, which is a very nice touch. it’s a metaphor, kids! he’s having a Hard Time.)

“these-- this!--”

“it’s preposterous what you’re saying! it’s ridiculous! it’s absurd!”

“but brain--”

“just go!”

“naaaaaarf.” going mouse! leave. ):

but now that brain has vented his own raging insecurities, he has some calculating to do.

well! isn’t that a merry little plot twist.

brain’s response to this is to have a nervous breakdown, because of course it is.

“no!” he cries. “he’s even smarter than i! smarter!”

“but i have accepted my own errors. the team needs balance. balance! yes.”

this can’t be good.

conclusion:

meanwhile, pinky is mourning their friendship! and all of the bops on the head.

“being a smarty is no fun! brain doesn’t like me.”

awww. ):

hm.

meanwhile, brain is wittering on about how “sacrifices must be made,” as he plugs himself into the machine.

“fourty seven knots, six-- nineteen kelvin, fibbonaci, n plus one, coming.” despite that, he doesn’t seem very happy to be here.

bonk.

brain runs back to their cage excitedly, to show pinky what he’s done!

and immediately falls over in the process. aww.

“pinky! look! i’m a ninny! a wooden headed dumbdumb!”

“there’s not a smart thought in my whole empty head!”

this man is having a nervous breakdown.

“narf, i say! narf to the world!”

wait, what’s that noise?

ah.

“ah! it’s good to be back. brain? brain?”

bonk.

that doorway is evidently a real problem for them. someone should probably fix it before they break their little ankles. ):

“i fixed it! i’m a nitwit!” pinky cheers. “hurrah!”

“yes. i fixed it as well, pinky. i’m as dense as a tree stump.”

“you mean--”

“yes.”

“well, we’ll just have to make you smart again, don’t we?”

“we can’t. we’re both too stupid to operate the machine.”

so instead they just sort of sit down and give up, i guess.

“what do you wanna do tonight, brain?”

“the same thing we do every night, pinky.”

“what’s that?”

“i have no idea.” says brain, in a monotone, clearly upset deadpan. “narf.”

so that’s that, i guess.

originally, i was going to give this to brain - they were both as smart as each other, and if they had worked together they probably could have taken over the world. all he had to do was take the L and let pinky advise him.

on the other hand.... pinky is emotionally intelligent enough that i think he could have had a shot at reasoning with brain about it. and if he’d tried, then he would have figured out that brain had put himself in the machine, and if brain had tried to reason through his insecurities, he would have worked out that pinky had put himself in the machine, and--

basically they get half a point again.

brain: 6 pinky: 7 outside influence: 11

because i think that’s fair.

either way, they seem to have fixed it, somehow, by the next segment. so it’s all good.

BRAINSTEM BRAINSTEM.

[babykyunbun]

A little jealousy|| LIM CHANGKYUN

Pairing: Lim Changkyun and f-reader + Kihyun and the others kinda

warning: ANGST,swearing, loving sex^ - ^fluffy,dirty talk,In the beginning it’s angsty but it gets better dont you worry💛

Hope you like it sweet💛 I’m sorry if you wanted rough sex but I kinda changed it because I wanted to do makeup sex so I hope that’s okay. I got into it way too much so it’s kinda long oop-

“Give me it back now, I need it dumbdumb”Kihyun whined chasing after you, his groans of annoyance getting louder and louder. You kept giggling and running forward until you got into The closest bedroom, which unfortunately was Kihyuns. You being a dummy your are forgot to shut the door and lock it so he came busting in and pushing you into the wall. Obviously he was playing and didn’t mean it sexually but Changkyun thought otherwise.

He walked in expecting you two to be bickering and trying to fight eachother but his whole body froze. There you both were, Kihyun had you pinned to the wall.

He cleared his throat and growled out a ‘have fun’ then slammed the door.

Your head whipped to the door as soon as you heard his voice, your eyes widening. You pushed Kihyun off you fast and ran to the door.

“Kyun we were just playing, what’s all this about . You know we play fight a lot, it’s what best friends do” you said with a groan in your voice. You did understand why he got angry but he should know you’d never cheat on him with his best friend. Didn’t he trust you.

“It didn’t fucking look like it, he had you pinned against a the wall y/n” he screamed at you, his face red.

The other guys came into the living room to see what the commotion was, Kihyun slowly walked in. He understood why Changkyun felt that way. Changkyun made his way to Kihyun and pointed a finger into his chest.

“And you, if your fucking her, it’s all over” he growled in his face. Wonho came and grabbed his arm to try and pull him away but he just angrily shook him off. Kihyun just stayed silent to let you speak.

“Baby you know I’d never cheat on you, I’d never ever do that to you or the boys because it would ruin everything” you said in a whisper. You made your way to him and placed a hand on him shoulder.

“Well I don’t really know do I, you act like a slut when we’re out so how am I suppose to not believe your fucking Kihyun. I wouldn’t be surprised if your fucking all my best friends” venom laced in his voice, your heart broke. You ran to Changkyuns bedroom and locked it. Ready to cry your eyes out. Why would he even think that.

“Bro that was out of line” jooheon said, giving him a glare before walking to Kyuns room to comfort you. The others just stood there with shocked faces.

Changkyun felt disgusted, he knew you’d never cheat on him. He just got so wound up and pissed when he saw you and Kihyun. He knew you both were very close, so why did he have to Go and do that.

Great mrfuck up you’ve gone and most probably just ruined the best thing that’s ever happened to you.

He sat on the couch and put his head in his hands.

“I’m sorry” he whispered, tears began to fall down his cheeks.

“I think you should be saying that to y/n, you know she’d never do anything like that to you. You know I’d never fucking do that to you either” Kihyun growled,walking away to get some air.

You heard knocks on the door, thinking it was Changkyun you just ignored it. You couldn’t deal with the arguing.

“It’s me Hun, open up” jooheons voice found its way to your ears and you got up, wiping your eyes with changkyuns hoodie. You opened the door, and was engulfed with a hug. You broke into heartbreaking sobs, you know when someone asks if your okay and you try not to cry when answering. He shushed you trying to calm you down, rubbing your back lovingly.

“Sh sh come on, it’s okay. Come lay on the bed” he walked you to the bed and climbed on with you.

20 minutes later

You heard to knocks on the door then the door open, you looked up to see Changkyun with his head down. You thanked jooheon for calming you down and gave him a big hug telling him to just leave for a sec while you talk to Changkyun. He gladly complied wanting you both to make up.

“If you need me or the others just give us a shout, yeah” he said with his signature grin. He was like a big brother to you.

You sat in silence for a couple of minutes before he made his way to you and engulfed you into a tight hug.

“ I’m so, so fucking sorry I know you’d never do that to me I just” a sob broke his sentence. You gripped him tighter. You ran your fingers through his hair. You both sat there for what if felt like hours just talking and apologising. He apologised so many times for calling you a slut and for the stupid shit he said.

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

After about 2 hours of talking you were both grinning, and being cute little lovebirds.

“So can I treat you like the princess you are” he hummed in your ear, placing kisses to your neck. You giggled and nodded your head. His hands found their way to your waist before gently tugging down your shorts. He grinned at the cute, little pink panties you had on. His absolute favourite ones. He placed a kiss to your tummy and then to your hip bones, continuing until he placed a loving kiss on your covered heat. You shivered from the contact, whining for him to hurry up. You could see the outline of his hard on through his sweats. It made your core tingle.

“Please hurry baby” you whined out into the quiet bedroom. You couldn’t care less about the other boys right now but later you most probably will.

“What my princess wants my princess gets” his voice sultry and deep. He then kissed the band of your panties giving you a teasing look before pulling them down and groaning. He felt his cock pulsate at the look of your soaked heat. He removed the rest of his clothes, slid on a condom (wrap it before you tap it kiddos) and climbed on top of you.

“Is my baby too impatient, does she want my cock right now”he growled into your ear, you hummed nodding your head. He placed a wet kiss to you forehead before sliding into you.

He let out a loud groan, feeling your walls tighten around him. You felt so warm. The way you hugged his cock made him see stars. The little whimpers coming from your mouth spurred him on.

His hips rocking into yours, slowly and lovingly. He didn’t want to speed up and neither did you, it was perfect the way it was, you felt so high. He gripped your hands, intertwining your fingers togeather. His pace stayed the same he just gave stronger thrusts.

Your mouth opened to let out a loud moan, your cheeks heating up as you remembered the boys where just outside the bedroom door. You let yourself go and let out loud whimpers and moans. His mouth never left your skin, your neck and chest filled with purple and pink splotches. A sign your his.

A thin layer of sweat covered you both, the room stuffy but comfortable. The smell of sex lingered in the air. It was perfect.

You felt your high coming, your velvety walls tightened around him. He let out a whine,It was one of the most beautiful things you’ve ever heard. he sped up his thrusts a little to get you both there. Both of your moans and groans getting louder.

“Come with me baby girl, fuck please princess” he whimpered out into your ear.

As soon as those words hit your ears, your coil burst. Your back arched, your breasts pressed against kyuns chest. You let out the most angelic moans. Your chest heaving.

He let go with a growl, his hips stuttering as his thrusts sped up a little more. His hot cum filled the rubber wrapped around him. His hips stilled and he buried his head in your neck, his breathing heavy and hot.

“That was amazing” you moaned out, a little whimper left you as you felt him soften inside of you.

“Your amazing princess” he whispered into your ear making shivers crawl up your back and your heart clench. You both lied there for a couple of more minutes, just making the moment longer.

Knock knock

“So um I guess you both made up then, I’m happy about that” Kihyun spoke , it was a bit muffled but you could hear him. You smiled.

“Ice cream on me” He shouted a bit louder so you could hear and walked away.

“Free ice cream, how could I say no”Kyun mumbled into your neck before pulling out of you and running into his closet. You sat there giggling to yourself, he was your world.

[flintsjohn]

if you're still taking prompts, how about one where michael realizes how fondly alex looks at him?

uhh so i didn’t proofread this and also almost forgot to post it so i’m sorry if it’s messy? also very canon-divergent with a hell of a lot of oblivious!michael and all of their friends being awesome :)

I.

“But do you think he likes likes me?”

Max heaves out a sigh and lifts his eyes from the worn copy of War and Peace he’s reading while chewing on an apple. Michael returns the look nervously, biting down on his thumbnail. His eyes fleet to Alex, sitting on a table not too far from them, laughing with Maria and Liz.

“Yes, Michael,” Max finally says after he swallows. “I don’t know why you keep asking me that, bud. You know how he looks at you.”

Michael takes one last moment to look at Alex, all smiles and shining black-lined eyes, and then turns back to Max with a pout. “He never looks at me.” Not once, in three years of high school together and one that Michael has been crushing on him, and not in that way anyway. “I had to steal his guitar for him to even look my way.” That had been a good day for Michael, crush-wise, even though he had been accused of being a thief which in that case, to be fair, he had been.

Max doesn’t seem convinced, by the state of his raised eyebrows, but Michael shrugs and goes back to his sad little salad, trying not to think of Alex Manes or his stupid eyes, rings, outfits, whatever.

II.

Michael has a physics essay to turn in for which the deadline is in three hours and if he doesn’t finish this now he’s going to be fucked, but Isobel doesn’t seem to care. He’s not even sure why she’s here, because visiting for the weekend doesn’t count when she’s at fashion school fifteen minutes away from his dorm on the UNM campus.

He’s only half listening to her latest rant on her relationship problems with Rosa as he writes his conclusion, but when he’s finally sent in the damned thing, cracked his back and focused back on her, she’s apparently moved on, because she’s now asking, “Why don’t you just ask him out?”

“Uh?” he says stupidly, eyes burning from being focused for so long on the computer screen. He rubs at them and yawns, reaching for a cup of coffee that is now lukewarm.

“Alex, dumbdumb. You know, your life-long crush.”

Michael snorts because yeah, right. Like he’s just going to gather up the courage like that after three years spent pining dramatically. Besides, Alex is always being swarmed by admirers nowadays, college having given him the freedom he’s never had in high school under his father’s thumb. He’s going on dates left and right with guys far more deserving of him than Michael is. He’s tried saying as much to Isobel, but she apparently hasn’t heard a word of it.

“You know, and I can’t believe I’m saying this because God knows I’m the only functional human being in our family, but Max is right.” She sighs, flicks him on the forehead, and finishes her sentence as she moves to the door like she’d come into his dorm just to tell him that. “You should take the blinders off and see how he looks at you.”

III.

It’s not like Michael and Alex aren’t friends. They are, ever since senior year of high schol, when they bonded over shitty childhoods and music. They still hang out in college – living in the same building, it would be weird if they didn’t – and their friend group has remained pretty much the same since high school in Roswell, so they can’t really avoid each other. So Michael knows, on a logical level, that Alex likes spending time with him. It’s just that he doesn’t think Alex will ever see him that way, and by now everyone but Alex knows about Michael’s crush and they’re not subtle about it.

“So, you two fucked yet?” Rosa asks as she drops on the free chair next to him in the middle of the busy café as Michael waits for Alex’s shift to finish so they can have their study-session. He rushes to shush her, even though Alex is so busy behind the counter that he couldn’t possibly have heard her. He blushes as Rosa rolls her eyes, and goes back to his text book, drumming the page with his pencil.

“Sooner or later you’re gonna have to talk to him,” she reminds him, not unkindly (she’s never as insolent as Isobel is, though her crass language would suggest otherwise). She takes a sip of her latte and stares at the busy crowd, probably waiting for her girlfriend’s blonde head to pop up.

“We talk.”

“Not about things that matter, Mikey-boy.” She grins at the glare he directs her way at the nickname and continues easily, “Like the fact that you love when he smiles and lovingly bats his eyelashes at you while you go on and on about science facts nobody else cares about.”

“Shut up,” he mutters, dropping his head on his book and slamming it down a couple of times. Sometimes he wonders why he’s friends with people like Rosa, who won’t know when to drop some topics, but then he always remembers that Isobel would have his balls if he didn’t make an effort with her girlfriend, so all he ever does in the end is shrug and try to change the subject or deny. “And he doesn’t do… That.”

“Dude. I’m in a band with him. He talks about you all the time.” He picks his head up just in time to catch yet another of Rosa’s patented eye-rolls, and then she’s squealing and jumping up to throw herself into Isobel’s arms. He makes a gagging sound as they kiss as he does every time he has to see that, without fail, but the thought of Alex talking about him when he’s not there keeps nagging him for the rest of the afternoon, even when the man himself joins him with complimentary coffee.

IV.

“Maria, please,” he begs, tugging at her arm for her to stay.

“Jeez, Michael, it’s just Alex. You’ll be fine.” She shakes her head and drops a kiss to his cheek before waving at him and going back to the bar to join the rest of the girls. Hell of a night for Max to be busy and leave him at the mercy of the meanest group of ladies he’s ever met. And, well, Alex.

It’s just Alex, Maria says. Michael snorts and shakes his head, thumb rubbing at the condensation on his beer bottle. Just Alex is always Michael’s problem. He gets tongue-tied and stuttery around Alex, the last four years of shared life experiences forgotten when Alex as much as looks his way.

Which is what happens next, more or less. Alex gets back with his drink and an added sway to his hips which Michael knows, because he’s had to witness it countless times before, means he’s already been hit on by the first guy of the night, and Michael settles in for a long, long night of sulking in his beer.

Thankfully, around the third guy that strikes up a conversation with Alex and offers him a drink, Liz comes to save him. Michael really, really loves Liz, and he hopes Max will pull his head out of his ass and ask her to marry him sooner rather than later so he can have her as his sister-in-law, because Liz is awesome. He tells her as much, because he’s tipsy and loose-tongued enough now that he’s not alone with Alex anymore. She laughs and wraps an arm around his waist and tugs him to the dance floor.

Five minutes later, however, Michael feels like taking back everything he’s just stated about Liz, because she’s swaying with him so she can yell in his ear. “Why did you let him leave?” She draws back to catch Michael’s reaction, which is just a frown, before she continues, “We left you two alone and with alcohol! It was the perfect opportunity, Mikey!”

Scratch awesome, all the girls he knows are downright evil.

V.

Pool night with the boys becomes a thing in college, and they bring it back to Roswell when they all end up moving back. No matter how busy Alex gets with teaching, or how swamped with deadlines for his current writing project Max is, or how tired Kyle is from shifts, or how forgetful Michael gets with new projects in his lab, they try to keep their one night a week going.

Michael is getting drinks at the bar, making small talk with Mimi, when Kyle joins him, clapping him on the back before he takes two of the glasses from him. He’s coming off a double shift and almost missed boys night, though he refused to force them to reschedule, so Michael guesses from his crazy hair and shining eyes that he’s still running high on caffeine. Unfortunately, a caffeinated Kyle is a chatty Kyle.

“So, tell me, what did I miss? It’s been a while since our last night out.” Michael throws a look his way and shrugs at the expectant look on Kyle’s face, which earns him a pout. “C’mon, man, as your best friend outside of your siblings-“

“Liz is my best friend.”

“As your best friend,” Kyle repeats more forcefully, glaring at him until Michael accepts the statement with another shrug, “You should talk to me about this stuff.”

“There’s nothing to tell, Kyle.”

Kyle’s expression drops at that, and he stops to put the drinks down on a random table so he can turn on Michael, even though they haven’t reached the pool table they’ve commandeered for the night yet. “What do you mean nothing?”

“I mean,” Michael sighs, running a hand through his curls. He throws a glance Alex’s way, but he’s deep in conversation with Max and doesn’t seem to notice Kyle is holding him hostage, “Nothing happened.”

“But you went on a date.” Michael nods, taking a sip of his beer since it looks like Kyle isn’t going to release him any time soon. “And you kissed. He told me you two kissed!” Another nod, and Kyle frowns again. “So?”

“So what? He doesn’t want a relationship, Kyle.”

“Did he tell you that?” Kyle crosses his arms over his chest, studying Michael as he shifts uncomfortably on his feet. Alex hasn’t actually said that, not in as many words, but Michael can read the signs, and he knows that date was a mistake. Kyle doesn’t seem to agree, because he mutters, “Por Dios, que idiota eres.”

“I speak Spanish.”

“I know! I want you to understand what a dumbass you are!” Kyle pushes a finger into his chest, and Michael barely has time to mutter an ow before Kyle’s hands are on his cheeks and he’s forced to look into the other man’s eyes, which is weird because he hasn’t been this close to Kyle’s face since they drunkenly made out at his graduation party.

“Now, you listen to me, Guerin,” Kyle says determinedly, “You go there, free Alex from Max, and ask him out again. I will not lose the bet because of your obliviousness.”

VI.

“Oh,” Michael breathes as the pictures pop up on the big screen set up appositely for the slideshow. He tried to avoid it, of course, worried about what photos Isobel would be able to unearth, but it was non-negotiable in Isobel’s wedding plan, and unfortunately Alex had been on her side. Alex, who now sighs happily and cuddles closer to him with an inquisitive noise. “That’s- That’s what they always meant.”

“With what, babe?” Alex presses a kiss to his cheek and entwines their fingers, both of them smiling sheepishly when their rings clink together. Three hours haven’t been enough to get used to that (Michael isn’t sure a lifetime will be enough to get used to the fact that he’s just married the love of his life).

“The way you look at me,” Michael whispers, just for them to hear. He nods at the screen, which is now showing a picture of them in college, a guitar in each of their laps, heads bowed together as they play. Michael’s eyes are focused on his fingers in the photo, but Alex is looking at him, an incredibly fond look in his eyes. He has the exact same look in most of their pictures together, and Michael gasps as he looks down to find it replicated on his husband, eyes crinkling with his smile.

“Yeah,” Michael breathes, pressing his forehead to Alex’s, “That look.”

Alex hums, pressing closer to Michael like he would want to fuse them together if he could. He smiles as he drops a kiss to the corner of Michael’s lips, causing him to shiver when his next words brush against his skin like a caress. “I never look away.”

[sleepy-and-pretty-blog]

ღ ((OOC: This is my chance to bother you, so here we go. Tell me about all your muses. ))

Meme: For every “ღ” I get, I will mention someone’s muse I ship/would like to ship my muse with!

I was wondering if you had left me live but ofc you wouldn’t (jk u know i love u)

Izumi: ok, one of my fave AU only ships is with shugarl, and we have so many au to pick from its beautiful. why are they so good together. why. its unfair. its your fault my notebooks are like 90% shuizu

Ritsu: @friendlyoceangiant god i love this. spoiled ritsu getting even more spoiled by his dumbdumb bf. i originally suggested to do the au threads since i had been eyeing their canon interactions and it was cute? silly? funny? i love it.

Mika: @natsun-suoh this is... such a good... ship. tsundere and cold natsukage getting attached to the cutest of them all (yes mika) and just, getting pulled around to holding hands and doing embarrassing stuff is best.

Ibara: @charmedexcellency it’s absolutely no secret that I’m a big fan of ibanagi. I really enjoy how neither of them are specially good at emotions so its just confusing and weird for them.

Hiyori: @wild-untamed-heart bc we’ve talked a bit about them being friends and just getting along. she seems like she’d be able to deal with this stupid cabbage boy.

Sonico: Hmmn, not romantic but platonic... I have interest in @fangsofeve bc they seem like they’ll get along a lot. and will be able to make hiyori jealous lmao.

Itaru: Hmmn, well the actual plan is to have a poly with @kingsoath and for the one mystery au we had the concept was really nice. Itaru would find cute how childish Leo is sometimes, and would honestly get in little challenges and stuff with him bc lbr, itaru is a big child himself.

Yaguchi: tbh... i do like his interactions with @mezzo5forte. it’s a fun pre-estab with their whole past and it just seems nice to have two dangerous guys that don’t seem as dangerous on first meeting basis.

Hound: I wish he had more boyfriends but he is hard to deal with i guess. and you need to be an alpha to be able to control him so i guess this was bound to happen.  I keep bringing @redxhuntress up but... here again for that one big brocon au bc big bro shion is absolutely adorable. a big puppy.

Rintarou: ???????? i honest to god have no idea.