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niningtori · 25 days

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for the hope of it all | part one

part two

pairing(s): choi beomgyu x you, choi soobin x you

summary: you've been in love with beomgyu since the first time you saw him, but he sees you as nothing more than a good friend and faithful wingwoman. when he asks you to help him catch another girl, who just so happens to be one of your closest friends, things get complicated.

genre: ANGST, melodrama, romance, smut (mdni)

warnings: super rushed to meet a deadline, not proofread, smut (mdni), beomgyu is a fucking asshole, manipulative!gyu, unprotected sex, creampie, fingering (vaginal), dirty talk, praise, if i missed anything lmk!

word count: 7.2k

notes: whew... i couldn't just post a fic based on a song called AUGUST after august ends (even tho there's only a few minutes left where i am idccc) anyway this isn't the best thing in the world but i still ask that u all don't be mean to me <3 feedback is appreciated n loved as well :)

beomgyu really likes her — like, really— and who can blame him? you certainly can’t. chaewon is a lovely, lovely girl, so it should come as no surprise when beomgyu asks you to, in his words, help him bag her. you’re not one with a particularly strong character at the best of times, so when he practically begs you to convince one of your closest friends that he’s actually not the heartbreaking manwhore he definitely is, you can’t find it in yourself to say no.

it doesn't help that he has enough charisma to charm even the most indifferent target he sets his eyes on, it doesn't help that he's so handsome it makes everyone either want him or want to be him, and it most certainly doesn't help that you've been in love with the boy for the entire time that you've known him. him asking absolutely anything of you would result in you relenting, so when he asks for something as seemingly inconsequential as setting him up with a mutual friend, accepting it is a matter of course. does it hurt your heart to see him pining after someone else when you basically consider him as your soulmate? of course. but his happiness means more to you than your own. if she makes him happy, then so be it.

that's what you tell yourself, at least.

beomgyu doesn’t know that you love him — he can’t possibly know — or else he’d treat you differently, right? you don’t want that. you don’t want anything to change, at least not in the disastrous way you anticipate confessing your love to him would go, so you’ve kept your feelings close to your chest to keep him from suspecting anything. you think you’ve gotten pretty good at concealing your feelings. for example, you laugh when he tells you about his sexual escapades, and you don’t hesitate to give him advice on how to woo the girls who are wary of his lasciviousness. you only want to show him the good parts of you, carefully tucking any ugly seeds of jealousy or sadness away from his prying eyes.

the thing is, though, beomgyu is not stupid; and to your never-ending misery, you are not the greatest actress. he can see the crestfallen look on your face for the split second before you can contort your features into a smile. he can hear the tremble in your voice as you force out a laugh. with his godforsaken intuition, he can sense the hesitation in your movement when you playfully push him aside as he over-dramatically recounts his latest raunchy fuck.

all of this has no discernible consequence, though. if anything, your feelings have been his faithful friend and ally when it comes to conspiring with you to land whatever girl piques his interest at the moment. you may not be a prospective partner, but you are a great wingwoman, he’ll give you that much. and that’s exactly what he needs when dealing with chaewon, who has proven to be a particularly tough nut to crack. he doesn’t usually go for people he would consider friends, if only because he doesn’t like dealing with the messy aftermath, but her refusal to look his way is just too entertaining. he has no earthly idea why this cat and mouse game intrigues him the way it does, but he’s hooked like none other, especially because her reasons for pulling away when she’s definitely as attracted to him as he is to her are unclear. maybe she just doesn’t want to seem easy? whatever it is, he likes it. he likes her.

“so what's the plan?” soobin asks.

“what do you mean?” you blink as you turn towards him, effectively taken out of your daze. you've been staring at a new instagram picture of beomgyu for at least ten minutes now. there's not much going on in it — it's just a candid taehyun took of him — but you can't stop the yearning you feel in your heart as you wish you had been the one to take it, instead.

“i mean, what's your big plan to ‘help’ him this time?” there’s a trace of resentment in his tone as he puts air quotes around “help”. you know he thinks you're just wasting your time on a boy who will never feel the same way you do, but what can you do? you still love him.

“i’m… i’m just going to talk him up to chae, no big deal,” you say rather unconvincingly, because it is a big deal. it’s the biggest deal in the world to you.

“and what are you gonna say? ‘hey, i know you know beomgyu is garbage, but deep down, he’s actually not garbage even though, even deeper down, he really is?’” his words are sarcastic and, for lack of a better term, downright hateful.

“he’s not garbage, binnie,” you chastise. “he’s actually really sweet once you get to know him.”

“sweet? sweet how, exactly?” he sneers. you just sigh and shake your head. beomgyu is a frequent point of contention in your friendship with soobin, but you don’t know how to overcome it. mostly, arguments surrounding him devolve into conversations like the one you’re having right now.

“he puts on a tough act, but he’s not really like that on the inside,” you insist. “you just don’t know him like i do.”

“and thank god for that,” he snorts, and you frown. you can tell he feels guilty by the way his expression immediately softens.

“hey, i’m sorry,” he says, tucking your hair behind your ear. “i just don’t like to see you hurting.”

“i’m not hurting,” you lie. “i’m totally fine. it’s just… i just want to see him happy.” you actually do mean that last part. beomgyu, though seemingly carefree, is actually a lot more insecure and sensitive than one might think. you know this because he’s shown you that side of him many, many times, which must mean that he trusts you like no one else. you are honored to be the one he feels comfortable with, and even if it never amounts to anything more than that, you’re thankful you get to see how he really is.

“and you think being with a new girl every week will make him happy?” he softly asks, no edge to his voice, but his words hurt even more than they did before.

“it's different this time, binnie. i'm serious. i've never seen him like this before. i think he really likes her.” and the words almost kill you to say, but you mean them, anyway.

“okay,” he relents. “just do what you want to do. i’ll be there for you no matter what.”

“thank you,” you reply with a small smile, before putting your nose back into your phone and staring at beomgyu’s pictures again. you don’t catch it, but soobin sighs as he watches you.

you’ve been trying really, really hard. usually, all you have to do is talk about good points about beomgyu, and women fall for it hook, line, and sinker. chaewon is not most women, though, and she makes that abundantly clear with the polite smiles and airy laughs she gives you when you try to bring up beomgyu.

you don't get it. if you had beomgyu’s attention, you’d never let it go, so it makes no sense to you how someone could have it without taking the opportunity to seize it. if it were you, you’d seize it. if it were you, you'd tell him you’ve loved him since the first time you saw him. if it were you — well, it doesn't really matter, does it? because it isn't you. still, you can’t help but dream.

the sentiment that it will never be you becomes clearer and clearer as you watch beomgyu try to initiate conversation with chaewon at his very own house party you are currently attending. you watch from the sidelines as they sit uncomfortably close together, legs flush against one another, as beomgyu wraps his arm around her shoulder and pulls her in to whisper in her ear. you like to think you’re content with him being with her even if it means you’ll be without him, but it’s difficult to feel that way when you actually see it playing out before you. your heart feels like stone weighing heavily in your chest as she giggles at whatever he says, and you think that things might start looking up for him before her smile suddenly melts into a little frown.

without warning, she pries his arm off of her and gives him a perfunctory smile before standing up and smoothing out her skirt. then, she grabs her drink from the coffee table and he's left alone. his previously delighted expression is now filled with irritation and disappointment. you're still staring at him, just trying to get a read on the situation as you're left reeling, and before you know it, he's looking up at you. you're a little embarrassed at being caught, but you realize you can play your intrigue off as objectively analyzing the situation in order to help him better. surely he’ll fall for that, right? every time you say something similar, he buys it with no further questions.

he makes eye contact with you then nods towards his room as a silent plea to talk to him in private. if someone were to ask you how you’re able to deduce all of that from one look alone, you’d probably say it’s because you know beomgyu like the back of your hand — and maybe you do, but it’s like a subconsciously trained reaction more than anything. just as you know what beomgyu will do next, he knows you’ll understand his seemingly innocuous gestures.

you head up the stairs and beomgyu shuts his bedroom door behind you. you prepare to launch into your readymade explanation as to why you were rubbernecking earlier, but he speaks before you can say anything at all.

“why isn’t it working?” he huffs. “did you talk to her like i asked you to?”

“yes, of course i did!” you eagerly insist. you would never lie to beomgyu — well, not about this, at least. your secret feelings are another story.

“then why does she keep rejecting me?” he huffs. you wish you could answer him. truly, you do. you scramble for the right words, but you sincerely can't wrap your head around her logic, or lack thereof.

he’s still waiting for an answer, though, so you think back to the recent conversations you’ve had with soobin, and you realize there’s only one plausible conclusion.

“she just doesn’t know you enough, beoms. if she knew how you really are and how much you like her, she wouldn't act this way; but honestly, she probably thinks you’re just messing with her,” you explain, and you hope beyond hope that he doesn’t take it the wrong way. you don’t want to hurt his feelings by suggesting that his (newly) former playboy ways could be ruining his chances with her.

beomgyu’s feelings, of course, are not hurt. in fact, he just feels more annoyed than anything else. it’s really fucking irritating how he can’t seem to get a read on her or her intentions. she likes him, he can definitely tell, so what’s the problem with him having a messy past? it’s clear that it doesn’t bother you. well, it does, but in a different way. you’d forgive his previous transgressions in a heartbeat if it meant that he’d look your way, so why can’t she be the same? but then, he supposes that comparing someone as lovesick as you are to a normal girl is a bit unfair.

but why are you so lovesick? it’s obvious that he’s handsome and funny, so falling for him is only natural, but your devotion is on another level. not only that, but you’re devoted in spite of the fact that he clearly wants nothing to do with you. in all honesty, it’s almost like you love him even more when you see him chasing after somebody else... then suddenly, the solution is clear. he has to make her think he doesn’t want her; and the easiest way to do that is to pretend he’s interested in someone else. in the same vein, who better else to pretend with than one of chaewon’s closest friends? you’re absolutely perfect for the job.

beomgyu’s demeanor goes from irritated to self-satisfied, and it puzzles you to no end. maybe he figured out a way to show his true feelings for her? but then why is he looking at you with such intensity? he’s never looked at you this way in the many years that you’ve known him. wait, did he realize something? please, god, don’t let that be the case. you really don’t think you can —

and your train of thought is stopped when beomgyu strides over to you and locks the door behind you. you look up at him with confusion in your eyes before you finally register what that intense gaze of his really is: predatory.

suddenly, his lips are on yours and you’re holding back a squeal. your eyes widen as he cups his big hands around your cheeks and pulls you in even closer. he tastes like alcohol, which is to be expected, but there's a certain uniqueness to his taste that you can't really put into words; and you’re able to taste it even more as his tongue enters your mouth. you groan at the action, and surprisingly, he does, too.

you always assumed kissing beomgyu would make you feel like everything was finally right in the world, and it does — it really, sincerely does — but there’s also a certain spark you were not anticipating. something a lot more fiery, and it shoots straight to your core as your tongues tangle together lasciviously. beomgyu seems to know this, and he smirks into the kiss before trailing his warm mouth down your neck. you gasp at the sensation, which just makes him laugh.

his hands have traveled from your cheeks to your chest, one staying there to grab at your tits while the other one carelessly finds its way up your skirt.

“so wet,” he whispers in awe when he rubs his fingers against your soaked panties. “is this all because of me?” you feel your cheeks warm and you’re stammering out your next words.

“w-well, i —”

“is this all because of me?” he repeats, and you give him a feeble nod before covering your face in shame.

“cute,” he snickers, and your previously warm cheeks are now scorching to the touch.

he moves your panties to the side and rubs against your sensitive clit, which sends pulsations through your entire body, but that’s nothing in comparison to how you feel when he presses a finger into your dripping hole.

“you’re so tight,” he whispers, lust clearly written all over his face at the prospect of being in your pussy relatively soon; but he wants to enjoy this, he wants to enjoy the way your face screws up as he presses his finger so deep, he’s hitting places previously untouched. he slowly pulls it out, grazing your most sensitive spot with ease before adding another digit in, making you almost groan from the stretch. you bite your lip to avoid making such a sound, but beomgyu pays your attempted discretion no mind as he starts to hammer his fingers into you at a brutal pace.

it doesn’t take long for you to come undone around his skilled fingers, and once you’re done pulsating around him, he takes them out for a taste.

“so good,” he remarks, and though your breathing is heavy and your eyes are hazy, you still have it in you to feel embarrassed. he takes your smaller hand in his and leads you to his messy bed, carelessly sweeping every loose item — a t-shirt here, an old cd there — off of it in one go. he lays you down and hungrily licks his lips once he strips you down until you’re fully unclothed.

you’re feeling extremely small in this moment. you know beomgyu has had his pick of the litter when it comes to women, so you can’t help but wonder how you fare in comparison to the literal bombshells he’s been known to take home. mostly, though, you wonder how you compare to chaewon, as awful as that sounds. if you really think about it, there’s no comparison to be made, really. she’s her, and you’re you. what else is there to say, honestly? still, you’re comforted by the thought that you are the one underneath him right now, not her, and he does not seem disappointed in the slightest if the tent in his jeans means anything at all.

before you can think too much about it, he’s practically tearing his shirt off and you can’t help but stare. his torso is lean and a little paler than the rest of him, probably due to the lack of sun. objectively speaking, he’s no greek god or anything similar, but to you, he’s the most beautiful thing you’ve ever seen. if he notices your awed reaction, he doesn’t say anything or really care, because he is simply too busy studying how perfect you seem to look under his dimmed lights. again, he is delighted at the prospect of being inside of you very soon.

he unzips his jeans and slides them, along with his boxers, off of his slim thighs and you can finally see him completely. his cock is a red so deep it’s nearly purple, with evidence of his lust leaking out of its flared tip. you’ve heard a lot about beomgyu’s physique from stories, his and his hookups’ alike, but nothing prepared you for the real thing. you’re not a virgin or anything, but you’re still unsure of how you’re meant to fit him inside of you. and you have no idea how you’re supposed to approach the subject.

beomgyu does not seem to understand your internal battle, though, because he wastes no time in lining himself up with your entrance. before he pushes in, though, he drags his cock along your soaking wet seam just to coat himself in your slick. when he feels he can’t take any more of his own teasing, he begins to push in.

“j-jesus christ!” he exclaims as he tries to push his tip through your entrance. “are you a virgin or some shit?”

“nngh — n-no! i-i’m not. i’ve — mmh — i’ve had boyfriends before,” you say as best as you can while dealing with the feeling of him literally fucking you open. you’re worried he’s not enjoying himself in light of his outburst and his decidedly strained expression.

“god, s-so tight,” he drawls. “feels so goddamn good.” he draws his hips back before pushing in again, further this time, and his words of praise seem to comfort you somehow, because he’s able to sheathe himself completely in you.

he groans when he feels your gummy walls wildly contracting around him — unsure of what to do with the pleasurable intrusion and working tirelessly to simultaneously push him out and pull him in. you, on the other hand, feel nothing but full. you’re so full you ache, so after a few moments of adjusting, your watery eyes are filled with an insatiable sense of pleading.

“you okay?” he asks, actually somewhat sweetly.

“y-yes — ah — i just feel w-weird,” you say. “feel so — fuck — full.” your seemingly innocent words drive him to the brink of insanity, so with reddened eyes, he grabs your hips so hard, you know he’ll leave marks in his wake, and without warning he begins drilling into you.

his thrusts are not calculated or intentional in any sense — they’re rough and fast and show his desperation. why he’s so desperate, he has no idea. beomgyu is sleazy even on a good day, so women come a dime a dozen, but he feels an unquenchable need he feels will only be satisfied if he continues to fuck you like a man gone mad. so he does.

your breasts bounce with every thrust and while he wants to grab one, his thirst only makes him want to go even deeper in you, so he employs his hands to manhandling you into a mating press. the new position has him going even deeper, and you can feel him hitting your cervix with each nasty snap of his hips. tears at the sheer feeling of being overwhelmed spring in your eyes and you have to clamp your hand over your lips to keep from crying out.

“let me hear you,” he pleads while gently moving your hand from your mouth and not-so-gently fucking you like a breeding whore, and he’s not sure if he’s saying it because he wants to make sure chaewon hears or just because he desperately wants to hear you for himself.

“fuck!” you exclaim, tears flowing freely down your cheeks. “s-so big!”

“oh, sweetheart,” he rambles, “who were you fucking before? they didn’t deserve this tight little pussy. they didn’t fuck you like you deserve to be fucked — like a good little whore.”

“‘m n-not a whore,” you tearily insist, somehow convinced that he means his words. you’re not completely inexperienced, but you’re not a whore, right?

but your innocence only makes him wanna ruin you more, claim you completely.

“you’re taking cock so well, but you wanna tell me you’re not a whore?” he snickers meanly, and you feel so delirious, you find yourself agreeing with what he says.

the lewd sounds of skin meeting skin and the sharp knocking of the headboard fill the room, and the heat you feel building up inside of you has you seeing stars. beomgyu pulls you in for a sloppy, wet kiss as he finally lets one of your legs down in order to snake his hand against your clit, which he languidly rolls in the midst of his pistoning in and out of you.

“are you gonna come for me?” he asks as his lips part from yours. “are you gonna come all over my cock?”

“y-yes, please,” you sob. “wanna come!”

“then do it, baby. let go for me,” and with the way he’s rolling your clit while fucking into you, you can’t help but comply.

he hisses when he feels you contracting around him, tightening up even more than before and pulling him in impossibly deeper. that’s all it takes, really, before he comes undone himself and sprays his thick, hot load into your spasming pussy.

he collapses on top of you, and both of you take a few moments just to catch your breath before he pulls out of you with a wince. he’s absolutely enthralled by the way the mix of both of you two’s cum leaks out of you as soon as he does so. he’s almost tempted to swirl it back in and plug you up, but his rational side stops him before he can do anything he’ll regret.

“are you on the pill?” he asks, and you nod.

“good, go ahead and get a plan b, too. just in case,” he says with a quick kiss to your forehead, and you nod with a delirious smile even in spite of his pedantic words. you’re just so happy you got to sleep with him, be closer to him.

“oh, i almost forgot to actually tell you,” he laughs. “i think fucking you will make chaewon jealous. i think we put on a pretty good show tonight, don’t you?”

and your heart and your hope and your dignity shatter like nothing else.

“y-yeah,” you try to reply with a laugh, but it sounds more forced than anything else you’ve ever heard in your life. “it was a really good show.”

“you slept with him?!” soobin asks, and he seems beyond frustrated. if you had the guts to look him in his eyes, though, you’d notice just how much hurt is in them.

“y-yeah…” you mumble, face downcast.

“why? why would you do that? you’re just going to be even more hurt!” he exclaims, and you shrink into yourself even more, not out of fear, but out of pure shame.

“i don’t know! it all just happened so fast, a-and i, i don’t know, i just couldn’t stop myself,” is all you manage to say. soobin groans at your words.

“you do realize that getting over him is going to be even harder for you now, right?” he asks, and you finally look up at him for a second before looking back down and nodding, and it’s almost like you’re a child who got caught doing something they knew was wrong.

“i know, and i’m sorry,” you mutter, still struggling to make eye contact, but soobin catches your timidity and his gaze is softened as he pulls your face up to look at him.

“you don’t have to apologize to me,” he sighs. “i’m just worried about you, you know?”

“i know, i know. but i’m still really sorry.” and you don’t have to elaborate on why that is because you both know that he’ll be the one helping you pick up the pieces when this situation inevitably breaks your heart even more than it’s already broken, if that’s even possible.

“it’s alright,” he says, pulling you in for a hug that’s so warm and kind you almost burst into tears. “you’ll be alright. i’m here.”

this is a bad idea. soobin would yell at you if you told him what you’re up to, but you don’t want to think about that right now. all you want to think about is how much better you’ll feel after you get your secret feelings off of your chest. up until now, the fear of rejection has made you too afraid to tell beomgyu how you really feel, but things can’t get much worse than they are at present, can they? it’s only been a few days since your hookup with beomgyu, but your love is eating you alive and you doubt that you’ll be able to hold it in for much longer.

things will probably go badly, and he’ll probably be completely blindsided, but the thought of continuing to lie to beomgyu’s face hurts more than anything else ever could. even more than the pain you feel every day that he unconsciously hurts your feelings. maybe this will ruin your friendship, but you love beomgyu, and he loves you, even if it’s not in the way that you want. all you can do is hope that your friendship is strong enough to overcome this.

with that mindset, you find yourself at his doorstep on this particularly cool summer night. you know he’s home because you can hear the faint sounds of whatever movie he’s watching emanating from his door. before you can lose your nerve, you begin to rapidly knock. before long, you hear the shuffling of feet nearing you, and you almost bolt then and there, but he’s quick to open the door when he realizes it’s just you.

“what are you doing here?” he asks, agitation apparent. oh god, were you interrupting something? what if he was working? what if he was sleeping? you should've texted before just showing up unannounced.

“i-i’m sorry, are you busy?” you ask sheepishly.

“... no,” he says after a slight pause, and he opens the door to let you in. you sit yourself on his couch, posture ramrod straight due to how fucking uncomfortable you are, and you try to steady your breathing as you fiddle with your fingers.

“is this about chaewon?” he asks, breaking the silence, and your heart aches at the trace of hope in his words.

“n-no, nothing like that. i just —”

“is there any update on that?” he cuts in before you can even get your words out.

“oh, um, not really,” you reply before remembering that something has happened, but you’ve been so out of it, it genuinely didn't occur to you to tell him. “wait, actually, she mentioned that you seem different lately, but she, uh, she’s still… well, to be honest, she’s —”

“what? she’s still what?” and there’s no patience for your rambling to be seen.

“she’s still not interested in dating you,” you mumble, unable to look him in the eyes when you say it. he’s completely silent after your words, and when you do finally gather enough guts to actually look at him, you really, really wish you had just kept your face down. because he’s pissed.

“are you fucking with me? she really said that?” he asks, and you nod.

“why didn’t you tell me earlier?!” and you feel so disoriented at the way things are unfolding that you can barely croak out a reply.

“i-i forgot.”

“you forgot? jesus christ, if it’s not about her, then why are you here?” he seems angrier than you’ve ever seen him, but his words get you to finally remember what you’re here for.

“i just… i needed to talk to you,” you say pleadingly, looking into his eyes as you try your hardest to give yourself the strength to be honest with him.

“about?”

it takes all of the courage in your poor little heart to choke out your next words.

“beomgyu, you know, for the longest time, i’ve —”

“i know,” he impatiently snaps. you’re unsure of what he’s referencing, but you do know he has no idea about the feelings you’ve kept hidden for so long.

“no. no, you don’t know, actually,” you argue, brave face on, but voice shakier than a leaf. “i just need to tell you that i —”

“that you love me? i know, that’s what i just fucking said,” he sighs irritatedly. “why else would you help me? ‘cause you love me so much, right?” he knows it’s wrong to take his frustration out on you, but you’re so pathetic, you make it too damn easy. you’re the perfect outlet for him to unleash all of his anger.

“you… you knew? this entire time?” you ask incredulously. you feel like you’re suffocating in the face of his callousness and disgust, and the room feels smaller than it did before.

“i mean, yeah. it was kind of obvious,” he muses. your cheeks feel so hot you’re sure you’re on the brink of immolation. it was obvious? if it was obvious, then why did he keep you around in the first place? because you’re useful when it comes to helping him get his dick wet?

“so… so why did you…” you trail off, still finding it inconceivable that the beomgyu you know and love could possibly know about your feelings; and not only are they unreciprocated by him, which you could understand and respect, but they’re nothing more than a fucking joke and means to an end. the end in question being burying himself into other women.

“why did i act like i didn’t know? because i don't feel the same way,” he answers, and you already knew it and knew it well, but that doesn't make it any more digestible to hear.

“y-yeah, but you — how could you still sleep with me? how could you do that to me?” you ask, lips wobbling and voice cracking. you can't believe this. you won't believe this. you have to be misunderstanding something somewhere. there's just no way this is it.

“because it was easy,” he says with a shrug, and your heart shatters into a million pieces.

because it was easy.

easy. what a funny word. you don’t think you even fully comprehend what it means in this context, actually. easy, easy, easy, but what part of this has been easy for you? every day, it’s like you’re killing yourself by trying to twist into what he wants you to be. a friend, a confidant, and now, even a lover. but lover is being too generous, isn't it? because he does not love you, not even as a friend, and this discovery becomes clearer and clearer as you think back to every time he’s shown you just how little he cares.

soobin’s litany of warnings come back to haunt you with a vengeance.

he’s just using you.

he’s garbage.

he’s just gonna hurt you.

and though you know soobin will take no pleasure in being correct, you can't help but dread the “i told you so” you know he will never be mean enough to say, but will inevitably think.

“i thought we were friends,” you say incredulously, dread and anxiety pooling in the deepest recesses of your heart. “i thought you cared about me”

and he doesn’t shrug or anything because he doesn’t really need to, but he might as well seeing as how it clearly makes no difference to him. and this is finally how you come to understand that beomgyu is just as bad as everyone says. maybe even a little worse. and he will continue to act like a sociopath for as long as you let him.

“i-i love you, i really do. but no fucking way. i won’t sit here and let you treat me like shit,” you declare, tears flowing down your cheeks so quickly and steadily you’d probably be unable to wipe them away even if you tried. luckily or unluckily, you don’t even have the strength to find out.

“you’re going to regret this,” you whisper, and it’s said with such certainty that for a moment, he almost believes you. almost, but not quite.

either way, you’re booking it out of his door before he can even reply.

this is everything beomgyu ever could’ve asked for. chaewon is sitting next to him on his bed, eyes dark with lust as she unceremoniously grabs the end of her top and tugs it off. she's beautiful, no doubt about that, but he feels more and more like something is incredibly wrong.

she leans in to press her lips onto his, but he flinches, scooting almost imperceptibly further away from her on the bed. she falters for a moment before sighing and crawling on all fours to situate herself between his legs. she begins to unzip his pants and tug on his waistband before he frantically stops her.

“w-what are you doing?” he asks, voice shaking.

“blowing you, what does it look like i’m doing?” she replies with a roll of her eyes. “i just wish i had known you wouldn’t be into kissing or, like, actual foreplay, but whatever.” she continues her movement to pull his pants down before he stops her again.

“what’s wrong?” she asks curiously, before finally realizing that he is, to what would normally be his eternal shame, completely soft. her mouth drops in shock, and in another universe, beomgyu has enough energy to care. but not in this one. in this one, his eyes are teary as he feels an implacable sense of dread he can’t seem to shake off.

“oh god,” she says with conviction, pulling herself back up and running one hand through her hair. “i knew this would happen.”

beomgyu, on his part, looks somewhat out of it, but her words bring him back to earth.

“knew what would happen?” he asks tentatively, sniffling for reasons unknown to him while he tries not to let his tears run over his waterlines.

“i knew you’d act like this because of her,” she says begrudgingly.

his eyebrows furrow for a second, not because he doesn’t already know who she’s talking about, but because he doesn’t understand the correlation between you and the situation he presently finds himself in.

“think about it,” she says slowly, condescendingly. “who do you trust, like, actually? and i’m not just talking about with getting girls, but with everything.” beomgyu is silent as he tries to comprehend what she's saying, but he’s nothing if not slow on the uptake in regards to human emotion.

“oh, beomgyu, come the fuck on,” she sighs in frustration. “i mean, when you were stressed about that presentation for your job, who did you call? yunjin told me all about it. she said you spent hours reciting a 15 minute presentation to the girl you supposedly don’t give a fuck about.” ah. he remembers that night, actually, and he remembers it well. he called you in a panic, so you brought over some dinner because you knew he was stressed, but he was so wound up that you didn’t leave and even insisted that he practice with you in order to give him feedback. he spent the whole night repeating the same speech over and over again, but you sat patiently and encouragingly as he repeated the boring, inconsequential drivel to you. you never complained, not even once, and you didn’t ask him for any compensation in the form of him doing something — anything — similar for you, either. even if you had, he realizes, he wouldn't have given any to you, anyway.

“that’s…”

“and that’s not even all of it. who’s the first one you look for when you walk into a room? and when something good happens, who do you tell first? not anybody else, and i know for a fact that it’s not me, never will be,” she says bitterly. every new point slashes at his heart and ego.

and suddenly, things start making sense, albeit in the worst possible way. beomgyu loves you. his trust and dependence on you all make an awful sort of sense, but in a way, it’s relieving to finally be able to put a name to this feeling. his eyes still feel hot, but not so much because something feels wrong, but because things finally feel right for the first time in forever. he loves you, has loved you, and will continue to love you.

her words resonate with him so deeply, she can read it all over his face. it doesn’t take a genius to figure out that he finally understands, but he’s still missing an important fact. the most important fact, even.

“yeah, i guess you finally get it now. you have feelings for her. and the worst thing is: you treat her like shit.” his eyes widen and the tears that were just threatening to escape are completely let loose. how could he only come to this realization after he already effectively stomped on your heart and your pure intentions? after you’ve made it clear that you don’t want anything to do with him anymore? and he has nobody but himself to blame, really; he practically shoved you away over and over and over again.

“i-i didn’t mean to —”

“sure, of course you didn’t,” she says with a sarcastic smile. “whatever makes you feel better for fucking over the girl who’s been in love with you for years.”

beomgyu may not know much about the inner workings of interpersonal relationships, but he does know he needs to see you, and he’s smart enough to understand that he needs to apologize.

but beomgyu has never apologized for anything in his life — not unless you count the times his mother made him grit them out as a child when he would objectively do something wrong, but this is another matter entirely. nobody will be holding his hand as he does it, and he’s not even really sure where to start. but he knows he has to try.

surely there’s a better place to try than at the bar where he currently finds himself, but then, there’s no time like the present. not to mention that he has a sneaking suspicion that you're avoiding all of your mutual friends’ get-togethers for the sole purpose of avoiding him. if the blocking of all of his socials wasn’t enough, the blocking of his phone number certainly was.

it’s not necessarily fate’s fault that he finds himself here, either. he heard from a friend (chaewon) that you’d be here tonight. he sees you from across the bar looking lively and chatty, and he prays that the good mood you seem to be in will help soften the upcoming conversation with him. to his luck, you step out of the bar to take a call, so he slides from his seat with an open beer bottle in tow, and follows you outside.

your back is turned, and he doesn’t quite hear what you’re talking about over the phone, but he does catch a giggle and a name, soobin’s, and it makes his heart ache. when you hang up, you turn to head back into the bar, but you’re met with his figure.

“h-hey,” he says, and he wants to smack himself for the casual greeting he still managed to fuck up.

your eyes widen for a moment before they go blank, and you’re pushing past him without a response.

“i need to talk to you,” he says, voice trembling as he grabs the back of your elbow, which you snatch out of his grip like his touch is poison.

“about?” you ask curtly, barely even deigning to turn your head to look at him. you have never been so hostile towards anyone, let alone him, and it's making him spiral.

“i’m sorry. i’m just really, really sorry,” he desperately apologizes. you’re silent for a few moments as you turn to completely face him with your arms crossed, and he’s trying his damndest to read your expression, but he can’t quite make it out.

“okay… and?” is all you say in response, and he fumbles over his words at your nonchalance.

“a-and, um, i —”

“you know what?” you cut in with an impatient sigh and a wave of your hand. “i don’t care anymore. you’ve said enough.”

“but i —”

“i don’t care, beomgyu.” and his name is said in such disgust that it sounds to him like it’s a chore for you to spit out. you’re about to turn and reenter the bar when his next words come tumbling out.

“i think — i know — i love you,” he says urgently, and your previously unreadable gaze turns into one of pure, sheer amusement. you’re so amused, you laugh, even.

“what the fuck are you talking about?” you say between giggles.

“i-i didn’t realize it before, but i talked to chaewon, and she even said that i’ve probably always felt that way about you. i know i didn’t show it, but i really do love —”

“okay, just stop. stop it right there, beomgyu. i’m only going to say it just this once, so listen carefully, okay?” you ask, and he fervently nods.

“okay. you don't know the first thing about love.” and he goes to interrupt you, but you don’t let him. “loving somebody means you put their feelings above your own. what the hell would you know about that?”

“i’m… i know i was wrong, b-but i —”

“beomgyu,” you say exasperatedly. “i’m so glad you’re finally reaching enlightenment, and i’m so happy i was cannon fodder for you to use to get there. but i just really, really don’t care anymore, okay? do what you want with whoever you want, but don’t bother me about it anymore, alright?” and he’s so stunned he can’t even form words, but you just shake your head and prepare to leave again. unconsciously, he goes to grab you again, which you consequently dodge, and he thinks this is the most rejected he’s ever felt before realizing it’s not over yet. it’s only truly over when you grab his bottle from him and splash its contents across his face before throwing the bottle back into his arms and leaving for good.

notes pt. 2: yeah... idk when part two will be out but stay tuned! also, if you all want a soobin ending let me know and i might... MIGHT do it ;_;

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shampookoski · 7 months

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🎆 animated lightcones 6/∞ - sparkle, earthly escapade "come on, it's time to start! three.. two... one!"

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the-astral-express-archive · 8 months

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Honkai: Star Rail Light Cones | Full Illustration (15/?)

What Is Real?

Flames Afar

It's Showtime

Earthly Escapade

Indelible Promise

#Honkai Star Rail #In-game Illustrations #Light Cones #Light Cones Full Illustrations #Gallagher #Sam #Sparkle #Sampo #Misha

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sakuralovespossums · 2 months

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Mooninites x GN Reader

I wrote this with bestosunglass designs in mind. I blame them for my athf hyperfixation

Oh great, it’s your toxic poly alien boyfriends

Why are you even with them when they’re both red flags

(Honestly everyone in this show is)

The fact that you guys are together implies your the only human they tolerate (congrats I guess)

They drag you along on their escapades (vandalizing, stealing, setting forests on fire, pranking/harassing people, etc.)

You don’t bother giving them a spare key to your place since they (somehow) always find a way inside

You often come home to see them crashed out on your couch, completely stoned

They never shut up about how “inferior” your earthly technology is compared to theirs (as they watch porn on your computer)

You met while working late shift at a gas station counter. You were so tired, you couldn’t care if they were from the moon or threatening you with a laser gun

Maybe it was your idgaf attitude that drew their interest, cause since then, they kept coming back almost every night just to annoy you

I guess this is their way of showing that they like you

Whenever you ask them why they continue to seek you out, they make up some half-assed excuse. Like they’ll ever tell you the real reason!

They once gave you an edible from the moon and had to stay by your side for the next few days since you couldn’t handle whatever was in it (one of the few times they were actually concerned about you)

I’ll be honest, they don’t seem like the type to say “I love you”. The probably show their love indirectly through their usual dick-ish ways

Ignignokt might boast about you when making fun of someone

Err’s affection is more noticeable. He’ll always have an arm around you, threaten people to stay away from you, yell at you to ditch whatever your doing and join them

They still like to pick on you but get pissed at seeing other people do it

Still never shuts up about how much better everything is on the moon and how much they pity you blah blah blah

Your taller than Err but shorter than Ignignokt

Whenever you make a mistake, no matter how small or useless it is, Ignignokt will gladly let you know in his smug ass voice

You get back at him by bringing up an embarrassing moment of his from before, which makes him shut up and scuttle away as Err laughs in the back

Your usually a pretty relaxed person and can generally handle them, but there are times where they make you almost pop a vein

Sometimes it’s hard to tell what exactly Ignignokt is thinking of behind his constant neutral expression

Sleeping with them (not like that) is a mix. You usually sleep in the middle and can’t move much since Ignignokt is such a light sleeper and Err is always holding onto you.

You didn’t even know mooninites slept

They don’t have body heat since their….you know….from the moon

They’re thinking of taking you back to the moon with them

Consider yourself lucky, human

YEAH YOU BETTER!!

#aqua teen hunger force #the mooninites #athf mooninites #mooninites x reader #adult swim

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Krishna

Krishna (Krsna or Hari Krishna) is a major god of the Hindu pantheon and considered the eighth incarnation of Vishnu. He is perhaps the most popular of all the heroes of Hindu mythology. Krishna's adventures appear in the Mahabharata, Bhagavad Gita, Harivamsa, and the sacred texts known as the Puranas where he is described as the Supreme Being and creator of the universe.

The most ancient tales of Krishna in sacred texts involve his adventures with the Pandava princes whilst later, stories accumulated over the centuries which describe his eventful youth, when Krishna used his proficient weapons skills to good effect to defeat a host of fearsome enemies, demons and monsters.

Family & Adventurous Youth

According to tradition Krishna belonged to the Yadava - a pastoral race - and the god's birth is picturesquely described in the Mahabharata. One day Vishnu, the great Hindu god pulled two hairs from his own head, one white and one black. The black hair was planted into the womb of Devaki, a princess of the city of Mathura, and so Krishna was born into the Pandava family, his earthly father being Vasudeva. Unfortunately for Krishna his mother's brother, Kamsa, had been warned that Devaki's eighth child would kill him, and so Kamsa determined to murder the eighth child, a crime he had already carried out seven times before Krishna was born. Fortunately, Vasudeva took the precaution of hiding Krishna in the remote village of Vrindavana where the boy was brought up as a simple cowherd (in this guise he can be referred to as Govinda). There he spent an idyllic childhood and stirred the hearts of many gopis or herd-women with his dark good looks, playful charm, and mastery of music and dance.

Thus the story of Krishna contains a double concealment - Krishna is both a god disguised as a mortal and a prince disguised as a commoner. Accordingly, the myths contain many metaphors of disguise, such as a spark within a pile of ashes or a mighty sword in its scabbard, and these hint at Krishna's dual purpose as the punisher of human deeds but also as a bringer of enlightenment.

Krishna's foster parents at Vrindavana were Nanda and Yashoda, his sister is Subhadra, and his brother Balarama. Krishna's favourite consort was the cowherd woman Radha (or perhaps even his wife if they married in secret, as some sources claim). Tradition has it that the god actually acquired 16,108 wives and fathered 180,000 sons. Queen Rukmini, an earthly form of the goddess Lakshmi, is considered Krishna's second most favoured wife after Radha. With Rukmini, Krishna had a son, Pradyumna, and a daughter, Carumati.

Krishna was involved in many escapades in his adventurous youth. Notable amongst these are his various killings and thrashings of prominent enemies such as the ogress Putana, the giant bull danava, the giant snake Kaliya, and the king of the Hayas (horses). Also swiftly dealt with was the scheming tyrant Kamsa – after whose beheading Krishna established himself as king of Mathura. Krishna slew many demons and demon kings: Muru and his 7,000 sons, Pralamba – who Krishna beat up using only his fists, Naraka – son of the Earth and who had accumulated a harem of 16,000 captured women, and the sea-demon Pancajana who looked like a conch shell and who lost his magic shell to Krishna which the hero carried thereafter and used as a trumpet. Krishna also found time to lift the mountain Govardhana to foil a terrible deluge sent by Indra, to conquer Saubha, the floating city of the Titans (daityas), got the better of the sea-god Varuna, and even managed to steal the divine discus possessed by the fire-god Agni. Against mere mortals Krishna also wreaked havoc amongst the Gandharas, Bhojas, and Kalingas, amongst others.

#History #Agni #Arjuna #BhagavadGita #WHE #[#]

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hikarry · 2 months

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Alright, so listen up, fellow Earth-dwellers and hellish voyeurs, because I've seen some discourse floating around that needs addressing. Let's talk about our favorite demon, Anthony J. Crowley.

First things first: Crowley's romantic and/or sexual escapades. Whether he's bedded thousands or just a select few, that's his demon business, folks. And you know what? Good for him! If he's found pleasure and fulfillment in exploring the earthly delights, more power to him. And if people make one of his hellish duties to sexually tempt humans, good for them!

There's also this notion that maybe Crowley's holding out for Aziraphale. If that's the case, then good for him too! We've all seen how their centuries-long relationship has blossomed into something truly beautiful. Who are we to judge if Crowley's heart (or whatever demon equivalent he has) belongs only to our favorite angel?

But what if Crowley's decided that sex just isn't his cup of... whiskey? That's perfectly valid, too. Maybe he's seen enough of humanity's messiness to decide he's better off without the whole business. And you know what? Good for him!

Here's the bottom line: Crowley's choices are his own, and they're all in character when the writing's good. Whether he's a hedonistic force of nature or a demon with a heart (or lack thereof) of gold, it's his journey to navigate. So let's celebrate the complexity of our favorite infernal being and appreciate the layers that make him such a compelling character.

Personally, I like to make it angsty. I like to have Hell use him as a sexual weapon. In my writings he has fucked a lot of humans for temptations and a few for pleasure like Leonardo DaVinci. But I'm okay with other narratives. All narratives. Cmon people, it's Crowley! We can do whatever the fuck we want with him as long as the writing is good, no need to fight over who he has or hasn't fucked. He is a blank slate. You can literally see in him whatever you like and that's the magic of Good Omens.

#good omens #crowley #aziraphale #ineffable husbands #anthony j crowley #aziracrow

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rough

erling is a very competitive guy, which means he hates it when he loses to someone else. which leads to why he’s currently fuming at the sight of you, his ex-girlfriend, enjoying the night with his new teammates. which leads to why he can’t wait to show you that you belong to him.

erling haaland x you

tw: dirty, dirty sex (hate sex; rough handling; bit of degrading kink; mentions of sex tape/taping kink)

wc: 2.1k

prompts: “protective erling” + “rough sex tape”

note: a highly coveted request coming out from the vault as the next post for smut week! sorry i fell asleep last night lolol & this is based on two asks here! pls bear in mind this is 18+ content therefore minors DNI! but as usual, I happen to write at dawn so it’s not beta-read yet.

“you need to relax, big guy.”

oh, if only he could… jack didn’t know how much erling had been wanting—no, needing—to relax throughout the party his club was throwing for their latest success.

but how could he relax when you showed up like a goddess sent by zeus to seduce every single human who possessed desire in this earthly realm? who invited you?

as far as erling’s knowledge goes, you didn’t know anyone in Manchester. it was probably one of the reasons why he picked the sky blue jersey instead of other offers when he decided to move on from his old life in Dortmund. when he decided to move on from you.

when he decided to forget the fact you broke his fragile heart big time.

but seeing you again, in flesh and blood this time, after almost a year, enticed all these forbidden feelings he was supposed to supress. he wasn’t supposed to feel the longing, he wasn’t supposed to miss you, he wasn’t supposed to want you again.

it should be forbidden too, the sight of your wearing a little black dress like that. so little that erling was sure everyone could’ve seen your panties if you were bent over a desk. thinking about the possibility really boiled the temperature of his blood.

so erling didn’t waste any more time to cut off the interaction between you and his teammates. you looked up because he was rude, your teammates looked up because they didn’t know you both knew each other.

“we’re going home.”

and before you could protest, he’d hauled you off his shoulder—without compromising your underwear, of course—and you were both outside of the club in less than a minute, thanks to his extremely long legs. you were too dizzy to figure out the upside down of your vision to even launch a protest to him, you had to wonder how the girls on those movies made it easy.

your buzzing head didn’t help you to digest the reality faster. all the sudden, erling opened the side of your door, waiting for you to come out rather impatiently, judging from the clicking of his shoes. so you pushed your featherlight body up to meet the giant’s eyes because you knew better than to test his patience, despite the months apart and despite the fact that you wanted to be mad at him for cutting short your temporary escapade.

“you got me home, erling,” you groaned as you noticed he was still following your tail. the last thing you wanted tonight was a giant intruding your home. “now go home.”

but he didn’t budge, for whatever reason. he didn’t even respond to your order and kept his distance behind you silently. he only cut down the Atlantic between you two when you were struggling with your keys, grabbing them and initiated to unlock the door.

still in silence, though.

with your questionable sanity, you couldn’t figure out if he was silent because he wanted to get this done and over with—getting you home, that is—or he was silent because he was angry with your slow motion. you could only hope the former because you shared the same sentiment.

you were about to say thank you as well as bidding him goodbye on your door step when he pushed you inside of your sanctuary. you wanted to bark at him for somehow barging in but he went straight for the fridge, fetching you a carton of milk and a glass of water.

“what erling haaland wants, erling haaland gets, huh?” you couldn’t stop the venom from your mouth, and you decided that it was a better response than to lash out at him. “what else can I get you?”

you were always a goody-two-shoes girl, you were the water to his fire… well, at least until you dropped a nuclear bomb in his head when you broke up with him out of nowhere without a single justification given to him. and now you were pouring him a sarcasm? the norwegian certainly didn’t appreciate the tone, at all.

erling didn’t hesitate to grab you by the jaw, rather harshly, when you approached him. he knew you were playing with fire by coming to him, testing his sanity that was barely hanging on the thread, and he saw that defiance in your eyes.

and it clicked on him.

you were purposefully trying to evoke his anger by coming into the party unannounced.

fuck your link—he’d bury whoever that was, but later when he was done with you. if there was one thing he hated than you possessing no more manner was that he hated anyone else looking at you like a pray, knowing you intentionally provoked them. back when you were a couple, you used to do it to prove you had no eyes but for erling and erling haaland only, but now…

the fire was still burning in your eyes, matching his fiery ones. while you were accustomed with his jealousy heat, the sight was rather new for erling.

while your eyes were sparkling with a rebellion tint, your entire posture was limp and powerless against his strong hold. how could someone so fierce, so… disobedient be so submissive and helpless in his hands? but as they said, new is always better. and god was he lying when you were sexier this way.

and to know that erling was the only one who could turn her into this vixen version of you?

fuck your link—he’d bury himself in you first for now.

erling didn’t waste any more time to dive into your lips, sealing them in a ruthless kiss that demanded your further obedience. but of course you didn’t give up to the point you could feel your teeth, your tongues, all clashed in the battle that was taking place inside the cavern of your mouth. not even a single space for you to catch your breath before he stole them away, probably as his ammo to keep your defences down.

the oral exchange was so hot that your body was slowly burning—from the heat of his body, his hands more over that you had to shed your clothes the moment he’d touched you there, everywhere. and before you could realise it, you were both standing naked at your kitchen. amazing you could do that in record time and record pace, considering your lips were still interlocked, keys to the locks were probably lost in the sea of pleasure by now.

erling pulled you by the nape of your neck, and you had to tiptoe your feet as you followed suit. the imbalance was utilised by erling to turn you around, folding your arms behind your back while his other hand was holding you in place by the throat. you could see your nipple rigid already by the mirror placed on your living room, and god you had never felt so sexy than at that point.

he dipped his head down, grazing dangerously lightly against the shell of your ears. you could feel his breaths—deep, slow, yet erratic breaths—brushing the soft bone before biting them gently, his tongue swirled the boneless lobules like it was a sour candy.

“enjoying this?”

but before you could answer that, the hand on your throat suddenly went away, only to comeback to slap one of your breasts, just right on top of your puckering nipple. you didn’t bother hiding your gasp at the sensation—the overwhelming sensation of having him everywhere without a way out. at least until erling was done with you.

“I’m sure you do, schnuppa,” erling’s teeth were now grazing the sides of your neck, down to your collarbone. “this is what a slut wants, no?”

like before, you didn’t have a moment to answer him before the same hand slapped your other breast. the sound was so crisp you couldn’t help but feel sinful if you wanted more. but erling was in a sinful mood so he alternated in landing you some blows between your boobs. left, right, right, left for countless times you forgot to count at this point.

so wrong of you, though, to miss the counting. because erling would always ask.

“how many times now?”

and of course, erling would always punish you whenever you struck the wrong number. his hand immediately went to smack your throbbing clit, even opening your mound to find the clitoris and spank the bud gently with his free fingers. how he did it—you didn’t know. heck, you didn’t think your brain could process so much information and sensation and emotions simultaneously like that.

“what would those boys think if they heard you making a mess on my hand like this, huh?”

erling’s mouth was back ghosting your ear, the other pair this time but the insane sensation was still the same. your folded hands were now placed against the kitchen counter before you were told to spread your legs so the hand that was staying on top of your pleasure central could have more access to you—to tease you, to play you, to fuck you.

“I’m sure they’d hate it, hmm?” you moaned so loud when erling pushed his cock gently on your back, you could feel the standing shaft between your butt cheeks. “they’d better be because this belongs to me,”

you didn’t bother to mask your wailing when he pressed his digits inside you, while his thumb remained tickling your clit and the budding bud. “fuck, erling!”

“oh I’m fucking you, baby,” you swore erling’s fingers were orchestrating in and out of you slower than Mozart and Beethoven’s slowest composition combined. “but tell me first, whose this pretty cunt of yours belongs to?”

you truthfully didn’t want to give him the satisfaction, and sensing this, erling immediately switched his pace into a mindfucking fast one. so fast you could hear yourself drenching his hand so disgustingly sexy, your wetness swiftly cascading down your inner thighs, and you could feel your legs slightly trembling. a sign you were this close to the edge.

but of course erling pulled out. he didn’t want to give you the satisfaction too.

you groaned in desperation, your legs had to be pressed closely against one another so you didn’t lose the last bit of your energy left. you were so focused on gaining back your vision due to the earth-shattering sensation that you didn’t realise erling had set up his phone somewhere that could catch the sight of you both fucking like rabbits, just like he planned to.

you gasped dirtily as erling pulled your hips towards his cock, telling you silently to get ready for what was coming. “who do you belong to, schnuppa?”

erling knew you were not giving in that easily so he pushed the tip of his cock lightly at first. like a prediction, you moaned at the sensation—because god damn it, it’s been a long while since someone entered you and the last person was erling months ago—but moaned even louder when erling pulled his shaft out. the giant repeated the motion and the question again at the same time, and you replayed your dirty whines like a broken record.

erling had to applaud your tenacity for not backing down. this new version of you was surely a challenge he’d love to conquer. but he knew you were nothing but empty threats at the end of the day.

his smirk grew wider as you whimpered pathetically, “yours, erling. it’s yours, fuck!”

“there we go,” erling finally thrusted into you, and he groaned inwardly because no matter how much he denied you, it was the best feeling to be buried inside of you. “god, you feel so fucking good. I bet the boys can only shit themselves when they see this video of us.”

you could only hope erling was kidding about the video because there was no way you could hold your head high anymore if they’d seen you cum for five times in five different positions.

#oh-saints writes #oh-saints writes requests #erling haaland #erling haaland smut #erling haaland x you #erling haaland imagines #erling haaland one shot #erling haaland blurbs #erling haaland drabbles #erling haalad fics #footie fics #footballer x you #erling haaland fanfic

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issela-santina · 9 months

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gonna headcanonize that Metatron has had a few earthly escapades of his own during the lockdown years and Mrs. Sandwich has a lot to tell her new friend Crowley about that

#good omens #good omens metatron #good omens crowley #mrs sandwich #donna preston #derek jacobi #david tennant

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idv-hsr-sunday · 3 months

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“… oh! Hi Sunday.”

Looking and… sounding rather unimpressed, the girl shook her head, putting her hands on her hips.

“So this dusty manor just invites anyone here, huh? Can’t imagine someone of your status coming to a place like this though, what gives?”

@hsr-earthly-escapade

The administrator’s gaze was cold, turning to the Masked Fool. He spoke with an even colder voice.

“Is my presence here causing you an issue, Miss Sparkle? If not, I kindly request you speak directly. Do not think I have forgotten your deeds on Penacony.”

#the administrator 👁️ sunday #invitation 👁️ ask #hero of a thousand faces 👁️ sparkle

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Dulcinea is Dead (Chapter 1: Sasha)

authors notes at the end. content warnings for allusion to death and implied strained family relationships. all work is my own, please don't repost to other websites or claim it is yours.

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Space is an ocean, cradling many vessels like a mother holds a child. The ships travel far, straying away from their homes and to worlds previously unthought of.

The ship was by no means beautiful. It scraped the dusty sky, leaving stains on the stars. Nevertheless, it functioned as intended, with careful maintenance. Each day, Sasha did her rounds, keeping everything in top shape – or as ‘top shape’ as it could be with such cryptic instructions for upkeep. The starship was almost like a second child to her, its de-facto captain. But even she knew that her handbook was outstandingly useless when it came to maintenance instructions.

It wasn’t even a handbook, it was a cookbook, with only one recipe left unmade. An impossible ingredient and some tips on building a starship from scratch, condensed into a human-friendly guide. Though her engineering days were long past, Sasha was clever enough to keep the ship running all these years. In fact, that was the only real solution – it was impossible to turn back. Going home was an impossibility, a neglected dream.

The thought of Earth was nostalgic, in a painful way. Sasha longed to remember her home planet for its idealistic image, not the truth she had to endure. It was for the best, though. There was a pain that accumulated on the blue planet day after day that needed escaping from. In the end, Sasha was grateful her daughter never had to endure the pains of Earthly life.

Perhaps she was worse off now. A humble trip beginning with an infant and a cookbook turned into a lifelong escapade and an unwanted destiny. The first humans to stray far enough from home to be seen by something greater than any mortal creation.

Sasha checked the inventory, as she did every week; although it was hard to keep track. A strange pain filled her when she saw the resources deplete over the years, agonising a terrible end.

Despite this, it was not her own demise that inspired such grief. The inevitable death of her perfect daughter stirred an unimaginable pain within her, as if her heart and soul were being wrenched out of her body, torn and thrown, purposeless, in the endless cosmos.

Was she wrong for this? She was the only good thing Sasha ever did, at least in her mind. Was it wrong to subject her to the void of space instead of the wrath of Earth?

There was not a shred of respect for her home in Sasha’s heart. Yet she sometimes wondered if her daughter felt the same. She sometimes wondered about the day her daughter left and could not return to the safety of her mother’s arms.

Fortunately, that day is very far away.

As she stepped away from the inventory, sliding the door shut, there was a distant tapping from outside. A wave of relief overcame Sasha as she rushed to the kitchen and retrieved a first-aid bag. She then approached the centre of the ship, extending her arms to unlatch the locks on the hatch on the roof.

The blanket of space flooded in. The hatch opened inwards, and something poured in, uncaring of gravity, or lack thereof. Sasha held the creature by the arms, guiding it into the ship with the loving grasp of a gentle mother.

“Dulcinea,” she whispered as she pulled her daughter in.

She fell unceremoniously into the only home she’d ever known. Unnatural as it was. Hitting the floor, she gasped air she could actually breathe.

“Are you alright, Dulcie?”

“Yeah, mum,” Dulcinea said through gasps, “I’m all good.”

She fretted over her daughter, “you’re in worse condition than usual.”

“I know. Just been a while.”

As glad as Sasha was that Dulcinea had taken a break from risking her life for such a ridiculous goal, it seemed staying home rendered her far less capable to bear the cosmic winds.

“I wish it wasn’t you,” Sasha said, “you don’t have to go back. This prophecy isn’t real, baby.”

“It is,” Dulcinea pulled away from her mother’s grip, “I’ve seen it. And even if I hadn’t, how else would you explain all the things I can do?”

“I know I can’t keep you here, Dulcie. But that doesn’t mean I can endure these lies.”

She called her daughter’s gifts by false names. In truth, Sasha was well aware Dulcinea had a purpose. A purpose so terrible, she had spent the last sixteen years trying to ignore it. But day in and day out, Dulcinea would leave their home.

Sasha didn’t want to know why Dulcinea could survive without oxygen.

Sasha didn’t want to know why Dulcinea always came back alive, ready to leave again.

Sasha didn’t want to know why Dulcinea spoke of the things she’d seen, and how her eyes would sparkle talking about it.

Sasha didn’t want to know why her precious daughter was chosen. But she was. And there was no changing that.

“Mum, I…”

Sasha held her eyes to the ground. “Did you get any stardust, at least? I need it for my recipe.”

Dulcinea’s brow furrowed. “No. Didn’t live long enough–”

“– Don’t. I don’t want to hear you say that.”

Dulcinea didn’t have much else to say. Upon recovering her breath, she picked herself up and, after looking down on her pained mother, retreated to her bedroom.

Sasha only allowed herself to cry when she was out of earshot. She refused to think about how long she sat there, a mess of tears.

Eventually, there was… a distant tapping from outside. Another? Sasha dragged herself off the ground, wiping her face, and moved to the nearby window.

“Hello?” Sasha said, with far less hesitancy than she should have.

There was nobody outside, no single person lost in space and waiting to be let in, like Dulcinea often was.

Instead there was a ship, far larger than hers. It was rickety, but somehow in better shape than the starship, decorated with markings unfamiliar to Sasha. It glided with unpracticed ease, pushing closer to the starship.

A rope came flying out of the ship’s side. Electric static fastened itself to the side of Sasha’s ship, wrenching it closer.

The ship teetered, trashing as it was pulled in. As the two vessels connected, Sasha still could not come to terms with what it would mean for Dulcinea.

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this one is inspired by a writing prompt from @writing-prompt-s that was sent to me by @thecrazyalchemist (thank you btw!). it's my first venture into sci-fi, so if anyone knows more about the genre and can provide some tips on it, that'd be really appreciated! thank you for reading!!

#dulcinea is dead #dulcinea is dead official chapter #writeblr #writing #writers on tumblr #writing community #creative writing #writers #writerscommunity

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VERSION 2.5 UPDATE LIVESTREAM ROUND-UP

TLDR for this TLDR:

What the dog doing?

March give you a boba

Guess who's going to priiisoooooon~

Yunli is Clara 2

Jiaoqiu is Guinaifen 2

Huohuo and Sparkle are back

STORY NEWS

We have a multi-part Trailblaze Continuance! Part I of the Luofu's new story sees the generals of the Xianzhou Zhuming and Yaoqing arrive onto the Luofu for the Wardance ceremony (and other reasons...) along with March 7th's journey into martial arts!

The title of Sword Champion will not be decided yet, and the new Luofu story will take place over this update and the next.

NEW CHARACTERS

Yunli is a Physical/Destruction character focused on countering enemy attacks. Her skill deals blast damage while restoring her own HP, while her Talent allows her to deal blast damage onto attackers whenever she's struck. Her Ultimate taunts the enemy formation, increases her damage reduction, and enhances her counters to deal more damage. Her Technique puts her into an idle where, after being attacked, she'll immediately launch a counterattack on a random enemy.

Jiaoqiu is a Fire/Nihility character focused on increasing the party's damage. The "Ashen Roast" debuff (applied in various ways) causes enemies to take increased damage, with all of Jiaoqiu's attacks (basic and his blast-damage skill) having a chance to inflict stacks. His Ultimate furthers the Ashen Roast debuff and creates a field that causes enemies to take greater Ultimate damage. His Technique creates a field that causes enemies within it to take Fire damage once the battle starts (with a chance of applying Ashen Roast).

March 7th's new form is Imaginary/Hunt. Her Skill allows her to designate a teammate as Master, increasing their Speed, and builds up charges for every attack or Ultimate used by her Master. Once enough charges are built up, she'll immediately take a free action with an enhanced Basic Attack that deals a variable amount of hits to an enemy. Her attacks gain additional properties based on her Master's Path - Destruction/Hunt/Erudition gives them additional damage while Nihility/Harmony/Preservation/Abundance give additional Toughness Reduction. Her Ultimate deals single-target damage and boosts her next Enhanced Basic Attack. On the field, March'll gain one charge for every Technique used by allies before a battle, and her own Technique regenerates her Energy at the start of the battle.

Hunt!March is unlocked through the new story, and a new event bestows her Eidolons.

NEW BANNERS

Yunli is the banner character for the first half of v2.5, and is running alongside a returning Huohuo! The four-stars on their banners are Hanya, Yukong, and Lynx. For Light Cones, their respective Cones (Dance at Sunset and Night of Fright) are coming along with the four-star LCs The Moles Welcome You, Perfect Timing, and The Birth of the Self.

Jiaoqiu is the banner character for the second half of the patch, and Sparkle is coming back as the rerun. The four-stars on their banners are Hook, Guinaifen, and Arlan. Their respective Light Cones are Those Many Springs and Earthly Escapade and come along with Eyes of the Prey, A Secret Vow, and the new four-star Harmony LC Poised to Bloom.

NEW MAP: THE SHACKLING PRISON

The Shackling Prison is an underwater map below Scalegorge Waterscape, home to the Luofu's deadliest and most dangerous criminals. The prison is a labryinth and requires many tests of strength and skill to navigate.

NEW EVENTS

A new Companion Mission centered on Yunli: Swords to Plowshares.

A new March-focused event sees her face off against Skott of the IPC (you may remember him as that dude we made bark in the Aurum Alley event) in a competition of Xianzhou swordplay versus IPC technology: Saga of Primeval Blade. The story changes through the player's choices but always ends in a 1-on-1 confrontation with Skott. Hunt!March's Eidolons are earned here.

A Pokemon Snap-style event where you have to photograph several Trash Cans that have emerged around the Luofu: Operation Memoria Snapshot.

A combat event focused around training up and fighting alongside a Trash Can in Belobog: Trailblaze: Friendship is Magic!

Gift of Odyssey is returning.

The double-drop events for this patch are Garden of Plenty (Calyxes) and Planar Fissure (Planar Ornaments).

SYSTEM OPTIMIZATION

You'll be able to save your Relic filtering options for later use.

New quick-locking and quick-discarding functions.

In character equip menus for Relics, the Relics will be automatically sorted by set relevance to that character.

The Relic Recommendation feature now includes substats in addition to recommended main stats.

When checking Relics or Planar Ornaments in the SU or DU, the game'll recommend characters that work well with that ornament set.

In order to speed along new players' interaction with newer time-limited events, they'll be able to access those events through Finality's Vision, giving them temporary access to the features of those events.

OTHER NEWS

New enemies: The Borisin are canine enemies of the Luofu fought in the Shackling Prison, who gain stacks of Bloodlust with each attack and enter the Moon Rage state once the enemies' collective stacks get high enough.

A new episode of Knowing the Universe will be premiering soon.

A crossover between Star Rail and Fate is happening in the third quarter of next year.

#HSR #Honkai Star Rail #HSR Yunli #HSR Jiaoqiu #HSR March 7th #Every single image in this is just GET YOUR EARS OUT OF THE CAPTION #Thanks for nothing Jiaoqiu

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for the hope of it all | preview II

notes: yeah... this one is hurting me to write, but i haven't felt this excited to get something out in a long time. maybe this will be my first actual bad ending? who knows! also sorry for all the previews i'm just excited LOL

warning: this fic will have smut so mdni!!

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#niningtori #for the hope of it all #fic teaser #txt angst #beomgyu angst #beomgyu fic #txt fic #txt x reader #beomgyu x reader #txt x you #beomgyu x you #nini's hard hours

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Another Post Good Dogma Drabble

(Again it's more than 1k but still)

The bell chimed softly across the empty bookshop. It had noticed in the past that whenever it rang, its new owner would jump from shock, and it felt terrible for terrifying the poor angel. So, it made it a point to dampen its chime just enough to keep the peace. The results were satisfactory. Today, for an example, Muriel was able to answer quite quickly in their ever chipper tone.

“I’m sorry but we’re closed!” They called.

“Of course, my dear.”

“Archangel Azrael!” The earthly representative rushed to greet their superior and, once close enough, offered a bright little smile.

Azrael nodded slightly. “Angel Muriel.”

“Are you here for the daily check up?”

“Yes.”

Muriel nodded and clapped their hands together. “Ah. Mister Crowley’s upstairs.”

“I assume he hasn’t left?”

“Not since yesterday.”

“Have you removed the bottles?” The two started to climb the spiral staircase to the second floor. By then, the two had done this song and dance many times. The tapping and creaking of the old wood was a comfort, regardless of whatever chaos occurred with the demon upstairs.

“Best I can.” They admitted, a saddened tone lacing their explanation. “He kept grabbing them as I went about.”

“He was awake?” That caught Azrael by surprise.

“Yes.”

“He didn’t try to hurt you, did he?”

They shook their head. “Not really. He kept mumbling though.”

“Mm…” Azrael pressed his lips together. There was so much he wanted to say. The situation was its own can of worms really. After being under Heaven and Hell’s surveillance for so long, Crowley had certain mannerisms and ticks that meant a myriad of other things. Muriel didn’t know Crowley as well as Aziraphale, or even Azrael himself (albeit from an outsider looking in). Surely they wouldn’t realize the implications of the demon sadly cradling his booze while murmuring under his breath.

A desperate demon trying to latch onto anything that will not fail him.

The door opened ever slightly, at once to let out the musky scent of old wine and liquor, but also to stop any possible attacks from a renegade demon. Azrael instinctually put himself between Muriel and the entrance way. He didn’t need to really. When up against an angel, Crowley was a harmless demon on a good day.

But he hadn’t had any good days since that one morning, had he?

Finally, the door opened some more and the archangel slipped in. “I’ll be out later. Ariel will be here in a bit.” He promised before closing the door again. He turned back around to the rest of the room with a sigh. This room was specifically designed for Crowley after that day. His drunken escapades had caused so much trouble that it was making the rest of the shop owners ask questions. It was a minimalist room, just how Crowley liked it. It had a bed and a couch as well as plenty of windows for the plants from his old apartment. It was thanks to those windows that the archangel could see much of anything in that moment.

Muriel was truthful in that they retrieved most of the bottles. The problem was Crowley had somehow summoned more in. He could easily tell. That was the curse of a conscious demon who was trying to keep himself plastered. Really none of this was new. Not even the fact that the drunken being was asleep on the couch.

The issue was all the emotions contained in that room. Despite his insisted lack of holiness, it hit Azrael like a brick. The anguish, sadness, and shame…. Those were expected in a way. The cries of pain from the plants, though, were different. As the archangel came closer to the plants, he could smell it. He groaned. “I’m so sorry, guys.” He gently assured the wilting plants. “I’ll get it out, and you’ll be as good as new.” Azrael raised his hands and took a deep breath. The plants started to dry out slightly as the alcohol arose from the soil and into an orb of liquid above them. And then, with a wave and a snap, the liquor was distilled and filtered into two distinct liquids. “There… Nice fresh water.” He promised as the clear water rained down upon them.. “Once you’re done I’ll-“ He froze. He could feel a pair of eyes on him. Indeed, Crowley was awake.

He turned to face him. “Are you going to stab me today?” The archangel asked. In response, Crowley just stared at him, his pupils changing in dilation. Azrael sighed. The demon was absolutely wasted. “Suppose that’s a no… Pity. At this point, it’s not a day till I get another corkscrew to the chest.”

“Go ‘way.” Crowley’s voice was hoarse and frail; it made Azrael’s heart ache. He didn’t know what was worse, seeing the redhead so drunk he spoke nonsense or so tired he could barely stand. Crowley grabbed the neck of a wine bottle and tried to down it in one go. Instead it splashed all over his black shirt.

“Now let’s not do that, Demon Crowley. I was hoping we could talk.”

“Wot’s ‘here to talk ‘bout.” He let the bottle drop to the floor and roll towards the wall.

Azrael crossed his arms. “You fed your plants whiskey. Did you think I’d be ok with that?”

“Right, yew ‘nd your flowers.” Crowley laughed in an unbearably high pitch. “Stupid cherub and his flowers.”

“Crowley.” Azrael warned.

The demon looked back to his visitor and flashed a demonic grin. “Wot? Don’ like that? ‘K! Wha’ yew gonna do, Ptahil? Kill me?”

“Crowley.”

“FUCKIN’ DO IT!” The shouting was abruptly stopped as Azrael fully planted his hand against the demon’s face. He dug his nails deep into the skin. He was sure Crowley was anticipating death for calling Azrael by his old name, but he was not going to give him that mercy. He began to suck the alcohol through the pores of Crowley’s corporeal body. Their bodies were shaking from the sheer force until finally, Azrael let go. Crowley’s head fell back onto the couch. “Fuckin-”

“Uck!” Azrael wrenched.

“Fuck you.” Crowley hissed.

Azrael growled back. “Be thankful I didn’t do more. Couldn’t you have miracled up better alcohol?”

“Taste doesn’t matter.”

“I’d beg to differ.”

Crowley stared at Azrael for far longer than either probably wanted him to. Eventually, he gave up and slid to the edge of the sofa. “Why won’t you go away?”

“I want to talk to you.”

“We’re talking now.”

He shook his head. “When you’re sober.”

“Never gonna happen.” He answered with snide confidence. A pause. Crowley’s assured expression started to melt away. He looked up to Azrael again. “… Is he happy?”

“No. But he’s determined.”

Crowley frowned. He was probably not expecting that answer, but Azrael wasn’t sure why. Of all the beings in all of existence, he knew Aziraphale better than anyone else. He should’ve expected this. Or maybe he was hoping that the supreme archangel was thriving where the demon could not go. Make all of this pain worth it? “Stupid Azira- Uuuugh!!” Crowley roared in frustration, kicking and flailing his legs about rather immaturely. “He won’t go away! Why won’t he…” Finally, his body went limp and deflated into his surroundings. He strained and gritted his teeth. “He’s always there. Holding me. Telling me I’m wonderful. That he loves- Mmmph.” He weakly grunted and summoned a new bottle of gin. “Least when I’m drunk I can believe it.”

“That he cares about you?”

“He’d be here.”

“No he wouldn’t.”

“He just wanted the Starmaker. Was waiting for the chance.” He wrestled with the cap. Azrael gently grabbed the bottle and placed it on the side table.

“Crowley… Can I be honest?”

“Angels don’t lie.” Crowley whispered.

“Not gonna…” Azrael resisted and instead chose to sit next to the demon, making sure every part of him was focused on Crowley. “I’m not Ptahil anymore, but from what I’ve seen… I think I prefer you as a demon rather than an angel. And I’m sure Aziraphale thinks so too.” Crowley winced at that addition. Azrael grabbed Crowley’s shoulder. “Please, listen to me. You’ve seen so much. You may have been well regarded back then, but you didn’t care about anything but your work. I don’t think you even cared about Ptahil or Ruha-“

“Don’t you dare!” The loudness caught both of them by surprise. At least, that’s what Azrael assumed from Crowley’s expression.

“Am I wrong?” The demon opened his mouth to protest, but the archangel added before he could get a word in. “You never tried to comfort Ruha after their demotion. And you kept threatening Ptahil with the Book of Life. Is that something you’d do to Aziraphale if he walked through that door?” He closed his mouth again. “You only really started caring when you started to question. You found answers… in a terrible way, yes. But you are better now because you learned.”

“Shit…” He placed his face into his hands and cursed himself. The archangel could feel the anguish again. Poor demon…

“I wouldn’t have you any other way.”

“Just want me broken and weak.”

“I want you to be wise and resilient.” Azrael did his best not to smile. He wanted to do badly; his body ached with the comfort he wanted to give the demon. He knew better, though. He scared Aziraphale before, and surely he would scare Crowley now. “You are so very loved. I hope you see that someday.”

#good omens #good dogma #good omens au #crowley #muriel #azrael #good omens 2 #good omens season 2 #good omens post s2 #this isn't the second part I mentioned my previous drabble #but I feel like this one fits better in the current situation you know?#also it reveals something for those that are curious about Good Dogma lore #If anyone cares of course lol

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