#get a job in a sideshow

[space-nightmare]

Images you can hear

[suddenly-frankenstein]

POV you are a dead head

[eldritch-bf]

Re-Animator AU where everything is the same except like Jesse Pinkman, Herbert West says “bitch” every other sentence.

[evandorkin]

Belated Shocktoberfest drawing.

#1: Herbert West

Old drawing, no time to do new stuff this Halloween season.

[overly-hubristic-mad-scientist]

I like how in universe Hebert is somehow really good at coming up with witty quotes and insults even in extremely stressful scenarios

[grimescum-2]

i drink him like a cup of coffee every morning

[cloudless-petrichor]

So uh, I worked my waitressing job tonight, and I was clearing a table and somehow, in some goddamn magical way, they ended up tipping me with a $180 music festival ticket for tomorrow. So like, that happened tonight

[igbylicious]

knockout [woosan x reader]

pairing: woosan x f reader

rating: 18+

genre: smut, boxer au, friends with benefits

summary: Wooyoung invites you over to play after San wins his latest match.

wc: 3.9k

warnings: boxer San, manager Wooyoung, threesome, consensual somnophilia (San is the one asleep), blow job, hand job, spit kink, face-sitting, cunnilingus, face-fucking, choking on cock, cumplay (eating and sharing), dirty talk, San has bruises, they use the pet names ‘baby’ and ‘good girl’ for you but no pronouns, reader wears a dress, established Woosan, San is whiny while he sleeps but gets cocky when awake, Wooyoung is a mischievous lil’ shit (affectionate) the whole way through

a/n: my first ateez fic! please consider a like/reblog if you like it (❁´◡`❁)

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Your phone buzzes late at night, and you already know who it is before looking. You tear yourself away from the TV and check your messages, where you find a selfie from Wooyoung.

His hair is getting longer, pushed back with sunglasses resting on top of his head. (Even though it’s already dark out. Poser.) He wears a black-and-white shirt with a busy pattern and just one button too many undone, a heavy silver necklace around his neck. But all of that is just a sideshow to the main point of the selfie; Wooyoung is winking cheekily at the camera, holding up a big wad of cash. San won the match.

does this mean takeout is on you guys next time? you text him. After a brief pause you add, also congratulations i guess

(But the dismissive tone is just for show, riling each other up a natural part of your relationship with Wooyoung. You’re smiling as you press send, knowing how much a win means to him and San, how hard they work for it.)

Your phone buzzes again. you should come over

for takeout?

idk about takeout but there’s definitely a meal in it for you 😏😜😘🍆💦

You can’t decide whether to grin or roll your eyes at the message and its string of emojis at the end, but you do send Wooyoung an affirmative text back. Your face decides on a grin as you put your phone down, a spark of excitement coursing through you. Guess you’re going out tonight after all.

This thing between you and San and Wooyoung has been going on long enough that usually you don’t even bother dressing up for them anymore, but hey, it’s a special occasion, right? So you slip on some lacy panties and wiggle into a cute dress, and do a quick check in the mirror to make sure you’re looking at least halfway decent. (Not too much fuss. Wooyoung did text you in the middle of the night.)

Just before you go, your phone buzzes one last time; Wooyoung warns you to send a text once you get to the apartment, not ring the door. At first you do not give it too much thought; they do live in a crappy old place, might just be that the doorbell is broken.

But then the added photo loads, and you see San is conked out on the couch, sitting with spread legs and his head lolled back, mouth slightly hanging open. Apparently he hasn’t even changed clothes since the match, wearing a dirty white tank top and a smattering of bruises across his tanned skin. His dark hair is a mess, pretty lips set in a natural pout while he sleeps.

Immediately, a fresh buzz of excitement surges through you. There is a whole new layer of thrill to this invitation now.

After driving over, you send Wooyoung a text that you’ve arrived. He opens the door for you with a bright grin, and puts a quick finger to his lips to indicate you have to be quiet. His sunglasses have disappeared somewhere between making a selfie and your arrival, saving him a roasting from you. He gives your dress an appreciative once-over, and casually kisses your cheek as he lets you in, resting his hand on the small of your back. His good mood is incredibly obvious, fingers brushing against the top of your ass.

You slip off your shoes and step further into the apartment. The place is a bit messy as always, furnished with a combo of thrift-shop finds, stuff they won off bets, and random things donated by friends. (Even their old van is a hand-me-down, though you have no idea where they got it from.)

The result is a home that’s chaotic, but friendly. Shelves piled with keepsakes, stories attached to everything they own. And for all the messiness, at least they do keep it somewhat clean.

There is a desk in the corner, with a few neat piles of paper money on top. Clearly Wooyoung was in the middle of counting — and accounting, his books laying open with a pen next to them. Despite all his antics, Wooyoung is actually pretty responsible with money. He knows that he needs to be, never sure when they’ll get their next win. (You suspect they run a few less-than-legal stints on the side, but neither seems too keen on making that their main gig.)

And then there is San, sitting on their old couch. Still fast asleep.

“Look how tired,” Wooyoung murmurs, his lips brushing against your ear. “He worked so hard today, I thought we should reward him. How about it, hm? Don’t you think he deserves a prize for taking home the victory?”

You lick your lips, a sharp craving growing in the pit of your stomach at the sight of San’s soft, sleeping face. As far as you are concerned, you are the one getting a prize here. It’s been a long time since you last had the chance to indulge in this particular kink; it can be tricky to coordinate when you don’t actually live in the same house.

And San makes such pretty noises when he’s asleep.

Wooyoung grins at the expression on your face. “Good girl,” he whispers indulgently, pressing one last kiss on your cheek before he playfully slaps your ass, pushing you towards the couch.

You glare back at him, even if the slap sent a crackle of pleasure through you. Just out of principle, to let Wooyoung know he can’t get away with everything. (He can absolutely get away with everything.)

But then you shift your focus to San, getting on your knees in front of him as quietly as possible. He usually is a deep sleeper but still, you are not about to risk waking him too early. You do take a moment to just look at him; to take in the way his broad chest moves with slow, even breaths.

The hard, battered muscles of his body are completely relaxed now, arms laying uselessly on the couch. There are marks on his knuckles, and it’s odd to think he was using those same fists to beat someone up, all for a cash prize, just a mere few hours ago. He looks so soft now. Not for the first time, you marvel at how handsome he is, the sharp cut of his jawline, pronounced cheekbones and pouty lips. So damn gorgeous, even with bruises marring his face, a particularly nasty one on the corner of his mouth. You want to kiss it, but you tuck that thought away for later.

San’s legs are already conveniently spread for you to shuffle close; could be a happy coincidence, could be that San was expecting this. Expecting you.

(This was a conversation you had long ago, where he’d given you a free pass to ‘wake’ him if an opportunity presented itself. It is entirely possible that he and Wooyoung discussed this before contacting you, and something about the idea of San falling asleep while thinking of your mouth on his dick makes you squirm in the best way.)

You press a hand against the front of his sweats, feeling the outline of his cock. You squeeze it with a light touch, give the impressive length a gentle stroke, and delight at the little “Hmm” that San sighs out.

Encouraged by the sound, you pull down the waistband of San’s sweats just enough so you can take his cock out, heavy in your hand. Still soft, though he gives a beautiful twitch when your thumb runs across a vein across the underside.

Your eyes glance up when Wooyoung sits down, just as carefully as you had been. He is slouched next to San with an arm slung across the back of the couch, fingers ghosting against San’s hair but never touching, while he raises his other hand to bite at his thumb. Uncharacteristically quiet, watching with rapt attention.

Heat pools between your thighs, you love being on display for him, teasing a sleeping San. You’re keenly aware of how your dress has ridden up, your ass sticking out, your neckline low enough for an ample view of your cleavage — though you’re sure it’s your hand that has Wooyoung’s full attention right now, wrapped around his lover’s slowly hardening dick.

You gather saliva in your mouth, then let it dribble down on your fingers and San’s cock. He moans, shifting slightly, lips parting a little wider as you take advantage of the easier slide of your palm. The sound goes right to your core; San’s moans are just a bit shallower when he is asleep, a bit more high-pitched. More needy.

More noises start to slip from his lips as you slowly stroke the length of his thick cock, thumb playing against his slit. Sometimes his hips shift to follow your movement, but he does not wake, his conscious mind unaware of your fist working him to full hardness.

San is getting beautifully flushed, a redness blooming across his cheeks and neck as he lets out a faint whimper, brow furrowed. It is always a fun game, to see how far you can take him before he wakes up — before you are treated to that toe-curling moment of aroused disorientation on San’s face, that split-second where he can’t quite figure out why he is so fucking horny until he sees you, nested between his thighs, and a sleepy yet cocky grin breaks out on his face.

But it’s not come so far yet; San is still under the hold of his tired slumber. His breath hitches as your fist twists around the head of his cock, almost like a little hiccup, precum mingling with your spit. You know you can’t hold off your impatience for much longer.

Wooyoung is still staring, though his eyes wander between San’s cock and the wiggle of your ass, his cheeky tongue dipping out to wet his lips. His gaze is heated, intense, and the slight asymmetry of his eyelids makes his stare only more attractive and striking, dotted by the little mole under his eye. He worries his bottom lip with his teeth as he watches, but grins when he catches you watching him in turn. He leans forward, elbow on his knees, and beckons for you to offer your hand.

You do so, and watch how Wooyoung decadently works his mouth and lets a thick globule of spit fall past his lips, onto your waiting palm. His grin widens when you moan weakly as his saliva mingles with yours, with San’s precum, and generously gives you more until your hand is messy and slick. Finally satisfied, Wooyoung leans back with a flirty wink.

You make good use of Wooyoung’s ‘contribution’, pumping San just a little faster now. His noises start to pick up, face contorted with unaware pleasure as a small trail of drool escapes the corner of his mouth. It won’t be long now before he wakes. Honestly, you are surprised it has lasted this long at all; San’s fight must have been particularly strenuous tonight.

Just when you contemplate whether it’s time to get your tongue involved, Wooyoung suddenly gets up from the couch.

You try not to get distracted by him moving around behind you, keeping your focus on San, but then you feel a little tap against your ass. You turn your head to see him lying on his back, head between your feet with a shit-eating grin on his face.

Lift your ass up, he mouths and gestures simultaneously.

You do exactly that, allowing Wooyoung to slide under you with his hands on your waist, his face right underneath the flimsy scrap of lace that covers your dripping core, barely worth the name ‘underwear’. “Seriously?” you whisper, though even just the sight of him, raised eyebrow and ready to eat you out, has more arousal leaking into your panties.

“Hey, San isn’t the only one who worked hard for this match,” Wooyoung whispers quietly, wetting his lips. “Don’t I deserve a reward, too?”

Well… If Wooyoung’s idea of a reward is to have you ride his face, then who are you to deny him? You really keep getting the better deal out of their hard-earned victory. Still, you roll your eyes at him, just to let him know how ridiculous you think he’s being, though the increasingly damp spot on your underwear tells Wooyoung all he needs to know.

He lets out a pleased, dark chuckle as you lower yourself down, his hands gripping tighter onto your waist as he positions you for the best angle. He does not even bother to pull the scrap of lace aside, happily eating you out through it.

San whines when your fingers squeeze around him, liquid oozing from the tip, his hips stuttering lightly before he settles back down. His cock is flushed dark, pulsing in your hand, but it is hard to focus on him right now. A lazy hand continues to stroke him while you struggle to focus on anything but Wooyoung’s muffled moans against your sopping heat.

You bite your lip to keep silent, hips moving on their own accord as Wooyoung’s nose presses against your clit, his mouth undeterred by the obstruction of lace as he makes a sloppy mess of your cunt, eagerly lapping away.

Wooyoung is rarely this quiet, but today he foregoes his usual dirty talk and running commentary to direct his full attention on reducing you to a mindless mess. He is a fiend with his mouth either way, thick swipes of his tongue and grazing teeth, mouth suckling at you through the now-ruined lace.

It takes all your self-control to stay on task, to not get distracted by the sound of a zipper, and soon after the wet noise of Wooyoung jerking himself off, still moaning against your leaking cunt. You shake yourself out of it, wrapping your lips around just the head of San’s cock, licking at the steady stream of precum while you use both hands to work his length. He twitches in your mouth, and for a moment you wonder if he’s going to cum without even waking up at all.

But then Wooyoung uses his nose to nudge your panties aside and sucks directly at your clit, and you moan loudly around San’s cock at the sudden stimuli.

San starts awake at the vibration, his hips reflexively jerking forward. You happily meet his thrust to gag on him, making San hiss a throttled curse. “F-fuck, what’s-ahhh—”

His hand flies to your hair, instinctively holding you in place. Your eyes tear up as he hits the back of your throat and stays there, but you can still glance upward to look at him — and he’s a fucking sight to behold. Bleary-eyed and disoriented, his mouth slack and panting hard for breath as he tries to get his bearings. Eyes landing on you, his cock twitching as understanding dawns. The moment is every bit as beautiful as you had imagined.

“Look who it is, Sannie,” Wooyoung grins when he notices San is awake, taking a break from tongue-fucking you. “Came over just to congratulate you. Ain’t that sweet?”

“Fuck,” San chokes out, his voice gravelly from sleep. He hisses sharply when you hollow your cheeks and give a light suck, drawing a low groan. Slowly, the sleep retreats from his eyes and is replaced by a dark alertness, though his face is still flushed, his body tired.

Lazily, he lets you continue doing what you do, only stroking your hair in encouragement as he releases you, letting you return to shallower bobs of your head. “Fuck, baby, just like that,” he groans, biting his lip. Once again, your attention is drawn to the bruise on the corner of his mouth, aching to be kissed — but your own mouth is preoccupied. Later, you promise yourself. There will be time for that later.

As expected, San’s moans are a little deeper now he is awake, slowly rocking his hips as he watches you take him further with every pass of your mouth. You wonder if he’s even aware of the difference in his sounds, or if that’s just a little secret for you and Wooyoung to know.

Speaking of Wooyoung — now that he doesn’t have to keep quiet for San, he gets talkative again. “Use me, baby,” he groans, his fingers digging into your ass. “Come on, ride me a little harder. Don’t be shy. Smear that wet pussy all over my face.”

You don’t need to be told twice, enthusiastically granting Wooyoung’s request. He moans happily as you fuck yourself on his tongue, any further words muffled between your thighs. You’d worry about whether Wooyoung can even breathe, except he has a death-grip on your hips and refuses to let you slow down. His nose repeatedly bumps into your clit, sending sparks through you every time, your moans reverberating around San.

San grunts at the feeling, voice husky and low. But as attractive as the sound is… some part of you wants to hear his whimper again. Just to see if you can make him do it.

Well. There are a few sure-fire ways you know to push San to the very limit and beyond — and one of them is immediately available to you.

He was already pushing deep inside your mouth, but you do your best to relax your throat and surge forward, your nose brushing his pelvis as you choke yourself on his cock, then pull back to do it again. And again. A lewd, wet gurgle filling the room every time, your throat constricting as you strain around his thick shaft, tears burning in your eyes.

San groans at your renewed efforts, a greed shining in his sharp eyes when he realises what you’re doing, what you are asking him to do. His fingers scrape your scalp as they embed tighter around the strands of hair. Recognising the unspoken invitation to fuck your mouth as hard as he wants.

“That’s it,” he growls, “you know how I like it. Choke on my cock, hm? I’ll stuff you until you can’t breathe.”

You can barely breathe already; it’s hard to pull in air through your nose like this, with San steadily rocking his hips forward. You go slack in his hold, just letting him use you to his liking, trying to curl your tongue around the underside of his cock in the way you know drives him up the wall.

Wooyoung makes a noise when you slump down on his face, and you try to catch yourself but he won’t have it, only sucking more eagerly onto your clit as he grabs onto your thighs to keep you in place. You moan loudly, and San curses in response, his breath getting pitchy.

It’s working, you realise. It’s not as much as when he is asleep, but slowly a whiny lilt creeps into San’s voice as he uses your throat, his face contorted with pained pleasure.

Your head starts to spin, the barrage of sensations threatening to overwhelm you. Slick sounds and deep moans, a heady scent of arousal permeating the air. San’s cock obstructing your breath, his little whines; Wooyoung’s tongue nimbly flicking against your clit, his hands squeezing at the soft meat of your thighs. You’re tilting, slowly but surely, right over the edge when Wooyoung sucks harshly, exactly when San whimpers.

It hits you like a freight train, the violent force of it enough to have you sobbing around San’s cock. You tremble and shake as electricity surges through you, only held up by San and Wooyoung’s hold on you.

Your garbled cries take San over the edge with you, though he still has enough restraint to pull back slightly, no longer nudging against your gag reflex. He shudders with a tight hiss, clumsy fingers catching in your hair as he spills hot seed inside your mouth.

You almost choke again; it’s messy, and there is a lot, leaving you to wonder if San has been abstaining before the match. Lately you certainly haven’t done more with them than casual texts or hangouts, but can make no assumptions about what he and Wooyoung get up to when you’re not around.

You try your best not to swallow it down — and not spill a single drop, either. At the latter, you don’t succeed entirely, a thin wet trail dribbling down your lips when San pulls out and slumps back onto the couch with a final, loud groan. But when Wooyoung gets out from underneath to sit next to you, and pushes a thumb on your bottom lip to show him, you can proudly stick out your tongue to him, sticky whiteness on display.

“Good girl,” Wooyoung purrs, fondly cupping your cheek. “Don’t even need me to tell you anymore, huh? So well-behaved for us.”

You moan contently at the praise, and again when Wooyoung eagerly puts his lips on you, sloppily lapping up San’s cum from your chin, your lips, until his tongue invades your mouth for a proper meal. You can taste yourself on him while Wooyoung tastes San, who is watching it all with a small, cocky grin, teeth flashing at you.

Wooyoung lets out a needy moan as he drinks deep, his tongue sliding against yours in a heady dance. He grabs for your hand, guiding you down to his still-hard cock, hot and weeping precum. Your fingers are still messy and slick, making it easy for you to jerk him off while he continues to hungrily kiss you, licking up every last drop he can reach.

It’s less of a challenge to make Wooyoung whimper, but the sound is no less exciting for it, his high-pitched moans like music to your ears. He cums messily in your hand, some spilling onto your dress. With a final bite to your bottom lip, he pulls away from your mouth, eyes heavy-lidded and looking thoroughly fucked out, lips swollen and shiny from the essences of both you and San. You grin at him, lifting your hand to suck his cum off your fingers.

Only then do you turn to San, who is indulging himself with slow strokes on his cock while he still watches you and Wooyoung intently.

“Congratulations on the match,” you say casually, cum-stained fingers lingering on your lips.

San’s grin returns to his face and he grabs your hand to pull you into his lap…where you finally get to kiss that bruise on the corner of his mouth. He winces as you press up to him, and you can hear Wooyoung grouse next to you.

“Be careful with him, alright? That’s my meal ticket you got there,” he complains, dusting himself off as he gets back on his feet.

But San wraps his arms around you, keeping you captive. “You don’t have to be that careful,” he murmurs against your mouth, his hands firmly planted on your ass as he grinds you against his crotch. The night is not over quite yet.

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An indeterminate time and a thorough shower later, you are sitting snugly between San and Wooyoung on their shabby old couch. They graciously borrowed you some clothes, leaving you cosily wrapped in a pair of San’s sweats and one of Wooyoung’s oversized hoodies. In your hands you have freshly delivered takeout, enjoying a hot meal together with the guys.

Their treat, of course.

[d0iran]

film diary - ✰ 9/? re-animator (1985) dir. stuart gordon

who's going to believe a talking head? get a job in a sideshow.

[glassbirdfeather]

Mohg's Brain

(This is an essay on Mohg, Lord of Blood, from hit video game Elden Ring. It just takes a bit to get there.)

There is a story often repeated in Psychology classes, Physiology classes, pop psych media like YouTube, podcasts, and garbage daytime television on channels that used to be scientifically rigorous: about a man with an incredible brain injury. For those of you who haven't heard the story or are not yet sick of hearing it, I've included it from memory below, because I have heard it just that many times.

If you've heard this story already, you can skip to the subtitle: "Can We Even Learn Anything From Gage?"

If you already know the controversies about Phineas Gage or just want to jump to the part about the video game character, you can skip to the subtitle: "Let's FINALLY talk about Video Game"

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"The Curious Case of Phineas Gage"

Phineas Gage was a railroad worker who would help clear land with explosives. The dubious and definitely wouldn't-have-been-OSHA-approved method of laying these explosives was to chip a hole into the mountainside, place the explosives, and then tamp it down using some sort of implement like a railroad spike. What happened next was predictable and it's surprising this didn't happen much more often--when packing the explosives, they detonated in Gage's face. Specifically, this launched the spike underneath his left eye and out of the top of his head. Less predictably, Phineas stood up afterwards. When a doctor arrived, said doctor did not believe what had occurred until Gage vomited approximately a "teacupful of brain matter" onto the street.

Due to lack of effective sterilization and antibiotics at the time, poor Phineas Gage was bedridden for several months, where he continued to lose further brain matter to infection. Eventually, he did recover, although he would continue to experience migraines and seizures for the rest of his life. While he lost his job for the railroad service, he went on to work in a sideshow attraction, carrying around the very railroad spike that went through his head. Eventually, he got a job and worked as a taxi driver and lived for several more years before dying of a seizure.

Phineas Gage was never the same after this life-altering injury: he was belligerent, drunk, lied frequently, and lost his job for the railroad company because of his new personality. And I do say NEW personality--Phineas had become like a completely different person and was, in essence, "no longer Gage" (they love quoting that). The damage to regions of the prefrontal cortex made him unable to make moral judgements, and impaired his impulse control.

OR MAYBE THAT LAST PART ISN'T TRUE.

Phineas Gage was NOT much changed by this life-altering injury. Though he lost his job at the railway company, the cause of this job loss is unknown. He MAY have had severe alterations to his personality due to this injury, but whether these changes were due to physical damage or emotional trauma--or whether personality changes ACTUALLY occurred at all--are disputed.

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Can We Even Learn Anything From Gage?

Though I am uncertain if we have exact data on which parts of his brain he was left with when accounting for what was later lost to infection, the trajectory and angle of the injury suggests he initially lost much of his prefrontal cortex. Which of the previous versions of the story are told or over/under-emphasized is dependent on the point the teller is trying to make in the age-old debate of nature vs. nurture.

Some psychologists argue that Gage's personality change demonstrates the Global Workspace Model, where different parts of the brain are responsible for different parts of consciousness, and that by changing or removing parts of the brain, you change consciousness.

Other psychologists will argue that the LACK of change is evidence of the brain's incredible plasticity--its ability to adapt and compensate for missing parts by shifting the functions of those parts to be performed by different regions.

Most reasonably, he probably experienced some cognitive differences while still being effectively the same person and is an example of both points of view. But we don't have concrete enough evidence to say.

Any class in which a teacher or textbook needs evidence to support whatever point they're trying to make about how changes to the brain affects personality, addiction, emotional regulation, decision making, etc., they'll use Gage to make that point, no matter what stance they take. So really, Gage isn't a useful case study beyond what we could actually observe: he lost some of his brain and lived, while also experiencing migraines and seizures for the rest of his life.

With all of that said, if we assume that Gage experienced no changes to cognitive function or personality, I just typed out a story I am very sick of hearing for no reason. So let's assume that at least some of those observations were true.

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Let's FINALLY Talk About Video Game

Her are some potentially useful images to reference if you want. Left: general brain regions and their functions. Right: paranasal sinus cavities.

Unlike a nice, straight tamping iron, Mohg's horns curl in unpredictable directions. Some assumptions must be made about length, depth, and diameter to determine what region and volume of his skull is occupied by his horn. The minimum I expect is that the horn occupies the region of his frontal lobe in any scenario. Let's also set a maximum limit: I believe it is reasonable to assume it has not reached the primary motor cortex, where it would disrupt body control and physical movement... unless one wants to suggest he is puppetting himself in his boss fight like a bloodbender. Which, let's be real, IS a really badass concept, someone should write that fanfiction.

Though I argue that Gage is a bad example to use given our lack of reliable data on his personality and lived experiences, we DO know that disrupting the function of the prefrontal cortex can affect judgment, planning, concentration, and any type of higher processing you might call a uniquely 'human' mental ability (I acknowledge the mental abilities of birds and primates but they are beyond the scope of this essay). It may be safe to assume that, in Mohg's case, these mental processes are harmed regardless of any further extrapolation I make. One other brain region of note is the motor speech (Broca) area, located on the left side directly behind the prefrontal cortex and controls muscle movements for speech.

On the topic of pain, migraines, and seizures: He has a horn in his head, it probably hurts. Obstructions (like cysts) can cause buildup of cerebrospinal fluid, which can cause pain and is a common cause of seizures. It is difficult to say how many people have benign brain tumors, but there is speculation that benign tumors in the brain are unexpectedly common. People only typically get brain scans when they've already noticed a problem, but there have been cases of perfectly healthy people having (non-cancerous) brain tumors, so a mass being present in the brain does NOT guarantee seizures will occur. This being said, that horn is significantly larger than a typical benign brain tumor. Migraines and seizures are very reasonable to assume.

I don't know what to say about illness and disease. In theory, if the horn grew at any point after birth, I would say he should have died from any pathogens that were introduced during its corkscrewing into his skull. Phineas Gage was bedridden for months due to infection, was under the care of a doctor, and he wasn't living in a sewer. Do the Lands Between understand the germ theory of disease? It may at least know that poop in the brain is bad, but I listen to Sawbones, so I know that isn't something we can just assume. It's possible he's lost some impossible-to-estimate amount of brain matter to infection. Feel free to speculate about Omen resistance to pathogens, but I don't feel that is the point of this essay. I'll say it's safe to assume his body has healed closed around it, but anything else I won't try to extrapolate.

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Specificity from Horn Trajectory

Possibility 1:

If we estimate the continued trajectory from the visible part of the horn, it actually continues medially, towards the center of the body, and curls downward. This might even miss most of the brain and instead disrupt the frontal, ethmoidal, and maxillary sinus cavities of the skull.

It may possibly even pierce the roof of the mouth, if we roughly estimate the rate at which the horn tapers and where it likely ends. I argue that this is the most optimistic scenario in terms of his health, because although the horn almost certainly penetrates the prefrontal cortex, it may not be as deep as other possibilities.

In this horn trajectory case, he probably experiences constant sinus pressure similar to a permanent head cold, obstruction to his sense of smell, and by extension his sense of taste. Even if the horn does not completely block his nasal cavity, it may have damaged his olfactory nerve and thus disabled his sense of smell anyway. Should the horn obstruct his mouth he may experience physical difficulties eating and speaking.

Possibility 2:

A worse scenario may be to assume this horn instead extends directly backwards. This would likely pass through the motor speech area, and may have caused him to lose the ability to talk, forcing him to relearn how to speak by having another part of the brain learn to do this function (similar to how anyone learns a second language after very early childhood). It may also reach the LEFT temporal lobe, which processes hearing and smell for the RIGHT side of the body, and therefore he could be deaf in his right ear. Again, the olfactory nerve is potentially in the path of the horn, and loss of sense of smell is frequently considered a symptom of brain damage, so regardless of the angle of the horn this is a high possibility.

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What Time of Horn Growth Could Tell Us

Children are more likely to recover well from brain damage. The older he was when the horn entered his brain, the more likely he would be to experience cognitive impairment.

Should Mohg's horn have developed that way before birth, his brain may have formed around it without issue, or obstructed regions may have simply remained underdeveloped. His skull would also have developed to more 'comfortably' accommodate this horn, rather than having to break and re-heal around a later intrusion. If the horn is shallow enough and its growth occurred during fetal development or very early childhood before the fusing of the bones in the skull, it is possible that left eye blindness and mild discomfort are the only effects. The timing of the horn's growth being before birth or in early infancy is supported by the Regal Omen Bairn, which shows Morgott with seemingly all of his horns, suggesting that omens horns are largely present upon birth and that those horns grow in proportion with them.

However, given the themes associated with the Formless Mother, here is another--vastly more speculative--hypothesis: Mohg's horn was grown deliberately into his skull by the influence of the Formless Mother, perhaps with or without his consent. I find it hard to believe that a force claimed to be the "mother of truth" which "desires a wound" would be unaware of the possible effects of this type of wound.

I posit that the Formless Mother intended to compromise Mohg's consciousness and sense of reason to make him easier to manipulate. If we assume that they were not working together (debatable), the abduction of Miquella and potential interruption and sabotage of his ascension puts an empyrean under the Formless Mother's control, and works counter to the dynasty Mohg desires. Damage to his ability to plan, make rational decisions, and his sense of morality could explain how Mohg seems to want a place for outcast and hated people, likely seeing a kinship with Miquella, but has created something that is the antithesis to the Haligtree.

Furthermore, should we assume that Mohg and Miquella met previously and Miquella had the opportunity to do so, the power Miquella purportedly has to compel adoration in others may have interacted poorly with Mohg's potentially impaired emotional processing, and could have caused an obsessive outcome that the Formless Mother did not predict.

Of course, I don't believe every awful and cruel decision someone makes is the result of brain damage, but this may explain the incongruity between what Mohg seems to want and what he has made. Whether Mohg is "the reigning lord and hierarch of the coming dynasty of Mohgwyn" or "a raving lunatic" may not be an incompatible dichotomy. It may be sequential.

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Glassbirdfeather you're so wrong, why did you say ___?

I am not a doctor. I am a chemistry student with a biology lean (clinical laboratory science) and am drawing my conclusions from what I've learned in Anatomy, Physiology, and Psychology classes at an introductory level, and I glanced back at my anatomy and psychology textbooks as my sole academic sources. Please don't take this as a well-researched essay, none of the claims I make about mental or physical health are properly cited. This is just fandom theorizing; it's as academically rigorous as fanfiction. Any doctor/member of the medical profession who would like to correct me is invited to do so, I would love to hear more accurate and informed observations.

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Bibliography

(literally just 2 references, man)

Grison, Sarah and Michael S. Gazzaniga. Psychology in Your Life. Third Edition, W. W. Norton & Company, 2019.

McKinley, Michael P. and Valerie Dean O'Loughlin. Human Anatomy. Fifth Edition, McGraw-Hill, 2017.

[joe-spookyy]

finished the reanimator novelization and here are my notes.

stoner dan cain is real and true and he’s in my dream blunt rotation

in the comic his middle name was elston but in this it’s jonathan. what’s the truth…

canonically canadian herbert was shocking but not as shocking as the serum he used on his shitty roommate to turn his semen green forever.

also he’s 24. what a young fellow.

this book was not edited very carefully. not to be a dweeb but i haven’t seen anyone mention the amount of grammatical errors, incorrect references (looking at u larry talbot/tolbot), lack of attention paid to paragraph cuts in the reprint, and literal page by page contradictions on the lore. (claiming hill’s brain/head can feel every sensation that his body feels and then literally on the next page saying that there is no shared sensation)

meg gets a lot more character depth here and i love it i love her meg halsey you will always be famous

and yes she was a horse girl. this is very important to the lore in my opinion.

everyone’s seen the famous “dan cain tells a cop he has AIDS so he can sneak into the hospital scene” but i can tell you all with certainty that it doesn’t make any more sense in context. he could have lied about anything. how and why did he land on that.

they’re a lot clearer about how exactly the reagent works which i thought was neat, although they kept describing it as yellow. that shit is geen

herbert west canonically not Not queer (says nothing when accused of it, looks at floor awkwardly) and everyone in the hospital has clocked him.

way more in depth about how much of a freak dr hill is.

they named all the reanimated corpses which was nice cause even when i’m watching the movie there’s too much going on to recognize any of them so it cleared things up and i finally comprehended for the first time that it was hill’s intestines that strangled herbert and that it was because of the reagent overdose. or whatever. that was probably obvious but i missed it on every one of my watches.

herbert mentions saints and how he wishes gruber could be canonized. this fuels my raised catholic herbert vs raised protestant meg theory and adds to their already powerful beef.

the controversial laid to rest/plagiarist line is in the book sort of. and i’m sorry to say it’s laid to rest. they did swap up some other lines (side note: why did they mess with who’s going to believe a talking head get a job in a sideshow) so this could mean nothing it is just interesting.

this line was crazy.

TLDR: not the greatest piece of literature but pretty fun and adds some cool background information for the characters. would reccomended.

[irazai]

 . . . (🍷) ֶָ֢ 𔓘 MY GOOD GIRL, ONLY FOR ME ; a edogawa ranpo fic. ❞

˗ˏˋ ꒰ 🍷 ꒱ . . . ahhhh, hope that one user who i bonded with over the comments finds this fic again. ranpo brainrot 24/7.

˗ˏˋ ꒰ 🍷 ꒱ . . . tw ; rich!ranpo, tease!ranpo,fem!reader, sideshow, daddy issued reader, nsfw, backshots, creampie, raw sex, hair pulling, jaw gripping, biting, dumbification of reader by ranpo but in a adoring way, ranpo calls reader "my dumb girl" lovingly, ranpo calls reader's father as "daddy dearest" in mockery, ranpo is just a sexy lover, ranpo owns a porche, ranpo honestly has sugar daddy potential, fucking on top of the car hood and yeah, that's all i remember.

time is a lie, an illusion. the more you try to understand how it works, the more lost you find yourself.

for how else can you explain the exact same feeling clawing at your heart which did two years ago; as you sniffle, not wanting to cry in the midst of a lone road and so you dig your nails into your forearm, biting your lip.

it is when the porche stops and the door to the passenger's side opened without a word or moment of hesitance, that you practically leapt inside the expensive car, throwing yourself into the arms of the man who chuckled, affectionately rubbing your lower back, a bit too low to not be considered it being intimate but the man has always been too smart and so were his actions, he knew what he was doing. he always does.

"there there, has the good girl fought with her daddy dearest again?" his voice came out as a mockery yet this is how he of all people showed his fondness.

ranpo is a man of mystery no matter how easy going or childish he makes himself appear.

"i just don't understand him! i do everything to make him proud yet the more i try, the more i raise situations he can use against me."

hands removed your leather jacket which belonged to him, soothed you like no other as the black tank top with thin straps did the perfect job of leaving you exposed for ranpo and the latter smirked upon seeing goosebumps on your shoulder, his warm hands just feeling right on your cold and exposed skin.

"didn't i tell you? no matter what you do, your father will never look at you as something more then a nuisance, a responsibility." ranpo moved to lean near your ear as he whispered this, his breath hot as it hit the shell of your ear and you gulp when you feel ranpo's hand circle around your lower waist to reach for the door handle behind you and close the car door as you didn't care enough to do so.

"i know and i am sorry! but i just want my father to feel proud of me." you mutter in an almost non distinguishable voice but ranpo still understands and he sits properly, placing his hand on the steering wheel and tapping on the leather as he side glanced at you.

"does the good girl crave praises from her daddy dearest?" ranpo smirked but you aren't in the state to find offense in his words as you nod, looking down as you pinch on your black skirt with your thumb and index finger.

"just wanna be good and go back to how we were before but at this point, it's not a dream but a delusional i am desperately trying to make a reality." you answer, your tone somber, ranpo didn't like it. he doesn't like seeing you sad.

doesn't like how you are looking down at your bouncing legs and not at him, how your lips part to exhale and inhale shaky breaths as you try not to cry for the only time you should actually cry is when he is fucking you dumb.

ranpo hums and clicked his tongue, hand extending to grasp your chin between his index finger and thumb ; he guided your chin to look at him.

"wanna go somewhere fun to get your mind off of this?" he winked and oh who were you but a naive little girl walking into danger?

but is it really danger if this is all that is helping you from sinking into the thin sheet of despair.

for falling into despair and rising from it isn't as hard as it is to fall into what comes after despair.

and why even risk falling into such melancholy which will turn you inconsolable when the man next to you exists?

when he has always been the one escape from your woeful father?

"if it isn't a bother." you smiled at ranpo who playfully scoffed, focusing his eyes on the road ahead as the car roared to life.

"you are never a bother to me so don't even think about stuff like that, yeah? keep your dumb, preety mind occupied by me and not these thoughts." ranpo huffed, finding it offensive (not really, the man just had a habit of being dramatic at every given moment) how you still feel as if him hurrying out of his room, making sure his hair looks good in the rear view mirror of his car as he waits for you, occasionally glancing at the many candies and snacks plus a few not so influential stuff anxiously -- he isn't doubting his mind, he knows you are bound to like it, he is doubting his skin which turns a soft pink everytime you compliment him, a job.

ranpo turned his body to reach for the plastic bag on the back seat, dropping it gently on your lap and tilting his head towards it as a indication for you to eat or surf through the stuff he bought while only having you in mind, after taking a strawberry flavored lollipop for himself that is.

your eyes always found the most trivial task 'hot' when ranpo was the one doing it just like how him unwrapping the lollipop got you gulping, imagining him unlayering you the same way, only with one hand for he finds it tiresome and a waste of time to use two hands when he knows only one hand -- hell even one nod is enough and you'll undress for him yourself, is enough.

the way he holds the stick of the lollipop and pushes the ball of sweetness inside his mouth is how you imagine him treating your breasts, he slightly opened his mouth to swirl his tongue around the lollipop and you felt your core clenching around nothing, quickly looking down at the bag on your lap and not only is your core warm now but so is your heart.

and as he began to drive the car towards where he was informed tonight's side show will be held, he can't help but tap the knuckles of his free hand on your thighs, not feeling guilty as you gulp down an entire bottle of some alcohol containing drink he didn't bother to know the name of, he doesn't prefer them anyway but you do.

and is he really ranpo if he doesn't put your comfort over his own? doesn't dance on thorns to see you smile, unaware of the thorns poking the soles of his feet and blood pouring out of it?

"where are ya taking me?" you mutter, taking another big sip from the glass bottle and ranpo hums, the feeling of touching your cold skin too overpowering but he knows he has to answer, he can see the way you are blinking more then you do normally, he always does see every minute detail which any ordinary person does not.

"don't ask too much questions, you'll know when we are there dumb girl of mine." ranpo sighs fondly, the nickname feeling just right on his tongue, "would you mind telling me what happened with daddy dearest this time?"

he takes the lollipop out of his mouth which glistens and you turn your head to admire the outside scenery.

"don't wanna study the course he wants me to. i thought we would have some kind of compromising from both sides, i worked my ass off to end into the university he wanted me too -- so don't i get to have the liberty to choose what i want to pursue now?" your voice slightly raises as you speak but you notice it, sadly, not before ranpo does, and you try to calm yourself.

"so in anger, i told him i would rather just end up as a stripper and we had a fight, he said this is all he has left to see . . . to see his daughter on the lap of a rich yet old geezer as i smooch off of him and i stormed out of the house after this and yeah, then i called you and now we are here." you shrug, wanting to portray the image that you don't care about your father's words, his approval and his opinions but the very man sitting beside you is the same man who has seen you cry as you rant about your father more times then you would like to admit to.

"tell daddy dearest you won't be sitting on the lap of a old geezer," ranpo spoke after keeping his silence all this while and when you turn your head to stare at him, perplexed, your breath is caught in your chest at the sight of ranpo staring straight ahead yet with a charming smirk on his face, lollipop stick between his teeth as he licked the candy.

ranpo slightly turns his head to look at you, winking, "you will be sitting on my lap."

ranpo may not be an ordinary human but he is still a human or else why hasn't he bended you on the hood of his car and fucked you dumb yet?

you clear your throat, sudden shyness crawling inside your brain and making you look down, biting your lip to resist the smile from spreading on your face -- you don't know why, but you feel if you smiled now, you would be the most vulnerable ranpo has ever seen you yet he already has or else how would he know what buttons are to be pushed at what time to stimulate the most satisfying reaction.

"anyways, i think you should move out. like for once and for all, of course you should keep on visiting him, my dumb girl loves her daddy dearest too much to abandon him but," ranpo pauses to run his hand through his bangs, brushing them to the side before he continues again, "living in your own place will give you the peace you yearn for, it isn't worth to live with someone you love on the expense of your mental health. your mental health affects your physical health too."

at times like this, ranpo's voice drops a few octave and loses the childish and playful element it normally holds, the arrogance in his voice now and at normal times can be explained with a simple example of this being the way a man who is far too different from the world, excelling in every field, talks and at those normal times is of a genius too humble to be on the high horse presents himself as easy going.

"yeah, but the thing is, i don't know if i should go with my own wishes or his -- he has been right all along and even if it sucked at first, i always ended up being grateful for listening to him in the end--" ranpo shuts you up by pulling the lollipop out of his mouth and shoving it in your mouth, forcing you to be aware of the sweet taste of the candy covered in his saliva and you know you are weird for this but the thought itself makes you want to moan out, though you don't.

rather you focus your eyes on ranpo, the way he likes it.

"listen, life isn't a project you need to submit which always expects you to get good results, it's a . . . personal hobby. you do right? good for you. you do wrong? better luck next time. in most cases, not always but most, you will not die if the decision you made is wrong. sure there will be consequences and pain as well but the satisfaction you'll get when your next decision was taken while keeping the downfall of the previous one in mind? that feeling is better then any alcoholic drink and even more addicting for its just as short, leaving you wanting for more. this is why we strive for success, for the short termed satisfaction, living your life your way has a very similar purpose."

you nod, paying your utmost attention to his words as you pull the lollipop out of your mouth to see it covered in your saliva, you take a deep breath, finding his words easy to understand before once again putting the very small ball of lollipop again in your mouth.

you hum to let him know you somewhat agree with his words, the remaining part of you is still in fear but ranpo knows you'll once again ponder on his words, once when you are all alone in the unhealthy hours of night when you should be sleeping.

ranpo spares you a short glance, heart jumping in his ribcage as he sees you staring out of the window, your cheek puffed up due to you keeping the lollipop in such a position.

"my sweet sweet girl, i could just eat you up." ranpo cooed before he announced, "we are here,"

and you immediately look at the front for only one sole reason, to hide your flustered state from his keen eyes but when you look back at him with eyes wide in awe, you see the smirk on his face which just told you all you need to know, he had seen it, the way arousal is choking and forcing your breath down your throat, not letting you breath freely.

up front, many cars are parked, cars never interested you much but were rather a complex topic so you never bothered to put much effort to know about it but yet by one glance, you knew most of these cars present here were expensive ; on another side the ground was reserved by cool looking motorcycles and bikes and the automobiles formed a kind of border inside which stood many spectators and participants from what you could muster up yet why were there tire prints on the asphalt in the shape of a semi circle?

your question was answered when you see one car driving to the centre at full speed before it begins to drift, the screeching of the tire, the dust flying in the air, the flashing of cameras and phones and the people cheering all made you stare at the scene infront with wide eyes filled to the brim with awe and amazement for you had never seen such a sight like this.

this is the place between day and night, reality and imagination and ah, dangerous, but these adjectives can be used to describe the man next to you too and you know that as long as you are within ranpo's reach, he would find a way to always protect you so why not enjoy the moment?

"is this where you come to every night?" your voice sounds soft and quiet admist the rowdy crowd and ranpo nods, driving further and away from the small show which stole your attention.

"well not every night but most nights." ranpo corrects you, humming in disinterest as he perhaps only spared a single glance to the various stuff going on and continued on driving till he found what he was searching for ; the heart of the side show. you never bothered to ponder about how those people would feel who don't have ranpo's green pupils on them for the majority of the time they are with him, you'll never be one of them anyway so why worry about something so trivial according to ranpo.

in exactly the middle of the empty roads used for today's side show stood many, many people and behind them just as many cars were parked.

ranpo picks your abandoned leather jacket and placed it on your shoulders and none of you miss the way he lets his fingertips drag across your skin while doing so yet none of you speak about it as well. he leaned close to you; you gulped when you felt his chest brush against your arm as he moved to open the door on your side for you before sitting properly again and taking the plastic bag still filled with snacks due to the quantity he bought them in, placing them on the back seats once again.

"out." ranpo grins as he commanded you and you chuckle, feeling a lot better and once again internally appreciating ranpo for having this effect on you which can make you feel better when with him no matter how sad you were before, dropping the lollipop stick on the ground before you stepped on it, stepping out of the porche.

the cold air hits your skin and litters it with goosebumps and you waste no time in wearing your leather jacket again, it certainly did help your upper torso from being attacked by the merciless cold breezes. ranpo steps out of the car, and you feel him inhaling a deep breath before he begins walking over to you and pulled you closer to him by the back of your leather jacket.

he stood behind you and encircled your waist with his arms, pulling you closer to him and nuzzled his face into the crook of your neck, sighing in content, clasping his hands together to have you caged against him.

"shit, today's preety chilly, you sure you won't freeze, my dumb girl? want me to warm you up?" ranpo teased but you did not answer, rather your focus was stolen by the people who cheered as they circled something.

"what's happening over there?" your curiosity can't be hidden as you tilt your head back to look up at ranpo.

"wanna see? let me feed your curiosity, dumb girl." ranpo whispered, there is this urge in him to touch you and so he does by separating his joined hands, he raised his hand to your neck and trailed his middle finger down your throat before sighing as if annoyed by whatever intrupted him, which in this case happened to be his desire to give you everything and anything you ask for, ranpo's hand came to rest on your hip as he pulled you alongside him towards the circle of people to let your eyes drown in the scene unfolding.

but he knows you won't be paying your utmost attention to the scene as his thumb is rubbing circles on your hip, pressing hard against the fabric of the skirt to let you be aware of his movements, and if you didn't look at the scene in front, you would have certainly fed ranpo's satisfaction by looking flustured, the way he likes it.

there were two cars -- again, you didn't know a single thing about them but that didnt stop you from admiring the way they were drifting -- the entire scene looked so cool with dust flying off with the circular motion of the car, the first car had some kind of gang flag on it which waved when the wind hits it while from the second car, a guy hanged from the window of the passenger's seat, waving his hand to get the crowd to cheer on, looking like a dj who is controlling the beats with his hand only, this place is far more exciting then a club can ever be.

your lips parted in awe and ranpo who didn't deem the scene as amazing or wonderful as you as he rather preferred to stare down at you and your amusing expressions, didn't waste any time before he gently shoved his finger inside your mouth, leaning near you to whisper,

"i can see the admiration in your eyes, does this look cool to your dumb brain, hm?" ranpo whispered in your ear, voice dropping down a few octaves yet again as he couldn't help but chuckle a bit when you swirled your tongue around his finger before he jerked it out of your mouth, reaching between your thighs and rubbing his finger between your thighs before once again backhugging you as he placed his chin on your shoulder.

"can you do this too?" you ask, eyes not daring to look away from the cars infront of you for only one reason, you don't have the courage to look at ranpo whose head is tilted towards you.

"i can do much cooler stuff." ranpo scoffed, finding your words offending in a playful way and he made sure to let you realise it by biting down on your shoulder, the warm and wet feeling of his teeth lightly sinking on your shoulder made you gasp and your eyes wandered around to see if anyone noticed or not but a fact you aren't aware of is that even if someone did notice you two, they chose to pretend not to for as sweet and caring ranpo is to you he is just as dangerous and arrogant to the others.

"eyes at the front or are you too dumb to do this?" the low tone of his made your stomach churn with desire as you felt yourself grow embarrassed for liking the way he talks to you, the wetness between your legs becoming even more evident to you.

"how dare you, my dumb girl, compare me to these idiots? are you trying to live up to your nickname?" ranpo's hot breath hitting the shell of your ear is something you never knew could turn you on but then again, with ranpo, normal logic disappears to give way to desire.

the dust flying caused by the cars flew into your eyes and you hissed, closing your eyes and instinctly taking a step back, ass bumping into ranpo's crotch slightly.

"can't even trust you to stay safe. my dumb girl really can't function without me, can she?" ranpo rasped out, grabbing your nape with his hand gently and guiding you to tilt your head up to see your eyes painfully screwed shut and with a tut leaving his lips, ranpo's fingerpad trailed from your cheekbone to your temple as he caressed it.

"open your eyes, sweet girl." ranpo sweetly instructed, he knew how to push you absolutely over the edge, picking at you one moment and then caressing you the next, giving you absolutely everything at your fingertip then snatching it from you till you had begged him enough, satisfied him enough.

upon opening your teary eyes due to the dust particles entering your eyes, you definitely didn't think the sight greeting you would be the visibility of desire in the form of blush on ranpo's cheeks nor his teeth pressing down on his bottom lip.

how cute you look, looking up at him with so much trust and admiration as if you trust him with your life, as if you are a worshipper looking up at her god. you were absolutely essential for ranpo and his ego, he feasted upon you and your awe for him.

ranpo, unlike you, doesn't relish or tries to find replicated pleasure and happiness in alcohol but he can understand your occasional dependency on them for he feels the addiction he has with your praises and wooing you with his intelligence to be the same you feel towards alcohol.

you blinked a few times to get the dust out of your eyes before ranpo decided to tease you by blowing at your eyes, his warm breath hitting your eyelid made your heart stop before it unexpectedly thumped in your chest, hearing ranpo snicker only made you clench your thighs together to feel the very short lasting moment of pleasure, to add to the arousal beginning to demand your attention are ranpo's eyes which stared down as you gulped before you parted your lips to let out the words which your desire and carnal dominated mind lured you into speaking,

"why are you so offended? maybe you should show me if you really are better then them." were you adding gasoline to the fire of desire or to the passion in your own heart? you aren't sure.

but ranpo was.

your teeth sinking into your bottom lip to restrain a smile from spreading onto your lips was a give away that you are begging for him to put you in your place.

"your mouth should be opened only to sing praises for me." ranpo pretended to sigh tiredly before he stood straight, his fingers clasping around your forearm as he began to pull you away from the crowd and towards his car, he glanced at you over his shoulder, smirking arrogantly when he saw the small ounce of confusion swirling in your eyes, "what? as you said, i will show you why you sing praises for me."

you bite your bottom lip but only nod, excited yet you wondered how and what he would do and like the gates of a dam being busted open, ranpo suddenly became aware of the sweatbeads on his nape which trailed down slowly, the expression on your face looked so sweet for him to not ruin. no, he had to ruin it, ruin you. and hence, ranpo increased his pace, dragging you with him.

once his car was in his vicinity, ranpo didn't waste a second in unlocking the car, opening the passenger's door and nearly pushing you inside it, your back hits the seat and you gulp again, if ranpo could take away your nervousness then he is also the one who can install nervousness ten times greater then the previous one in you.

he grabbed the roof of the car with his hand and leaned down to look at you, still smirking though the traces of frustration could be seen peeking out behind his very practiced and perfected lazy looking eyes.

"inside the car and don't make me repeat myself." ranpo gritted his teeth, smirking angrily, most likely due to the pain of his sudden restriction of movements and appearance of boner after seeing your leather jacket sliding off your shoulder, your clueless eyes on him making him feel as if he is the only one alive right now, lord, it's all too much for him to not loose control.

upon feeling strands of your hair falling infront of your hair and blocking your vision, you try to blow on it and that's all ranpo needed to be pushed over the realm of his self control.

"fuck," ranpo tilted his head back, breathlessly chuckling, aware of the desire pulsating through his body and its bony and nimble fingers trailing up and down ranpo's chest before stopping at his lower abdomen.

ranpo had practically slammed the car door shut as he hurried to walk and enter the driver's seat, carelessly and loudly closing the door on his side too before putting the keys in the ignition of the car.

he stepped on the pedal but your mind did not allow you to focus on the details of how ranpo began to driver further straight, away from the crowd for all you could focus on was the dent in his pants, the wetness between your own panties and the short living pleasure you are getting from bouncing one of your legs while your thighs are clenched together.

he always does this, ranpo is not a man of seduction but the god of arousal, he isn't a mere human who teases you here and there and leaves you to pleasure yourself at night with your imagination, he makes sure to toy with your carnal desires to such an extent that it becomes painfully obvious, you become desperate to an embarrassingly high degree and makes sure your desires for him clutch you in such a way that your measly imagination couldn't even touch the walls of satisfaction in you, the walls which will only be broken when ranpo himself decides to initiate and leave his touches on you.

like a snake, ranpo parks the car, pulling the key out before he got out of it, not even looking at you because how can he when he is in immediate need of fresh and cold air hitting and controlling his hot and sweaty skin. the fire of desire only increased however and so did his frustration caused by arousal when he saw you still sitting in the car, eyes following his every move as you waited for his instructions and as much as his heart swelled at how adorably you behave, his dick throbbed just as painfully and demanded his attention, demanded to be shoved into you and make you cry out.

ranpo doesn't waste time in walking over to your side, grabbing the door handle with his slightly shivering fingers and pushing the door open to see you, he grabs you thigh to pull you towards him, the feeling of his fingers around your thigh makes you unconsciously clench your thighs and by this gesture of your shyness infront of him, you had also trapped his hand between both of your thighs.

"out now, preety girl. i'll make you scream tonight." ranpo doesn't claim but predicts the future, your future which he has written.

you step out of the car, almost leaping out with the way ranpo was pulling your thigh, only leaving your skin when you had stepped out of the car and immediately crashes his lips on yours, pushing you against the door of the car to close it by using your body weight as the force as his greedy hands extends upwards to fondle with your boobs; you gasp, then try to push your clevage forwards more and giving him an open invitation to play with you however way he might want to.

ranpo's teeth lightly grazes your bottom lip before he licked it and began to suck on it.

ranpo did not separate from your mouth but pulled you away from the car door by taking steps backwards, hands latched onto your waist to make sure you have no choice but to be extremely close to him and for that you had to walk with him too, with each step he took back, he made you take a step forward -- in perfect harmony.

it was when ranpo felt his back hitting against the hot hood of his car when he separated from your mouth, a thin trail of saliva connecting both of your lips before ranpo leaned in again to peck your lips.

in the short moment in which he spared you with mercy, you were able to, from your peripheral vision, make out that you two are currently standing at a deserted spot and not many would come here judging by the poor conditions of the streetlights, many of which aren't even working.

not that anyone would want to miss the side show to come to this abandoned area but when has ranpo ever been just a mere 'anyone', ranpo's thinking starts where the thinking of a normal humans ends, there are no limits to him and his intellect.

"gonna be a good girl for me?" ranpo's lips brush past yours with each word he spoke, raising his eyes to peek up at your expression but not bothering to raise his head and move away from the comfort of your lips molding against his had made you hump against his leg between your thighs for the man had been leaning back on the hood of the car with only one purpose -- to check when the temperature of the hood dropped enough to deem comfortable for you.

you could only hum in response as the man had you in a chokehold ; in his chokehold but to ranpo's ears, your hum sounded a bit too close to a whine and it made blood rush to his dick once again, urging for his immediate attention.

fortunately for ranpo, the hood had dropped the temperature and he immediately, without a warning, turned you two around to shift your positions.

"then fucking show me." ranpo almost growled, hands abandoning your waist to grab your hip and twirl you, turning you around before he placed his palm flat against your back and pushed you down on the hood of his car.

your chest pressed against the hood of the car or how anyone coincidently walking in could catch you two in this position was the least of your concern; ranpo pushed your skirt up and immediately chuckled at the wetness evident through your laced panties, finger hooking the waistband but he doesn't pull on it yet.

"be a good girl for me and take it all, yeah?" ranpo makes sure to hear your opinion before he begins, mind not too clouded by desire to turn a deaf ear to your feelings.

"please, give it to me, give it all. you know i can take it." you beg once the moderate hotness of the hood began to inflict pleasure on whatever part of your upper body is exposed.

"yeah, my dumb girl can take me, i am sure." ranpo growled again, primitive stage of carnal desires taking over his entire body and he leaned forwards, you could feel the shape of his painfully erected cock on the back of your thigh as ranpo had leaned forwards and towards your ear, "and even if she can't, i'll make her take me, yeah? would you like that?"

ranpo's lip part to let his wet appendage out, licking the shell of your ear and allowing you to feel the sensation of his warm tongue which left your ear shell wet and immediately the same spot which ranpo licked was attacked by the merciless cold breezes of the night, coating your ear with a slight coldness.

you were not sure to whether appreciate the warm hood under you which embraces your body or ranpo's light and feather like nibbling on your earlobe or if you should try to wiggle a bit and use your luck, seeing if you could feel the shape of his shaft on your asscheeks but before you could even apply your luck, ranpo grunted, a hand reaching down to hold the back of your thigh to hold you in place. any and every movement is painful for him, he could feel your skirt brushing against his groin as his hypersensitivity only raised and raised.

ranpo hisses through his gritted teeth, hands slithering along your skin from the plush of your ass to your inner thigh to incredibly close to your cunt, just near the hem of your panties.

"please fuck me ranpo!" your voice raises, begs after begs leaving your lips were the gasoline fueling ranpo's fire of his ego and desire and in just one yet precise movement, ranpo pulled your panties down, letting them hang on your knees as he looked down to see your slick evident on them, he snickered yet again, never getting bored of your pathetic display of desire for him, rather, with each time ending, he craves more and more for the next one. be it in any way, sexual or romantic.

ranpo's fingertip, is cold like the rest of his finger, courtesy of the chilly night wind, it glides easily against your already wet cunt, tracing the outline of your outer lips before he enters the same cold finger inside of your entrance, letting you feel the coldness clinging onto his finger and letting your cunt warm it as he thrusts in and out of you.

a moan breaks through you, the initial intrusion inside your wet and hot cunt bringing you nothing but pleasure on a high scale which only increases at an impressing rate when ranpo adds in a second finger.

both the fingers -- the index and middle finger thrusts in you, curling and twisting inside to produce more and more pleasure to you only for the result which consists of you shamelessly moaning out his name, crying out in pleasure, begging him to not stop, to utterly ruin you to his liking.

and it is when ranpo begins to strech you out by scissoring you that you realise the man behind you is the owner to deep, deep patience and self control because if only you could look over your shoulder, you would be able to see how hard ranpo is glaring down, mesmerized by his two digits knuckles deep in you before he pulls them out to see your slick and wetness running down the length of his fingers and onto his palm.

a particular breeze hitting your bare cunt had made you gasp and ranpo took the chance to tease you, leaning down, pulling his fingers out till only the tip was inside you, he had tilted his head down to whisper in your ear, lips brushing your earlobe.

"you look cold, let me warm you up, yeah? you want me to warm you up, dumb girl?" ranpo chuckled when you nodded for he could just close his eyes and picture your reaction but nevertheless, he did what he wanted to push you over the edge as the live reactions you showed are always better then when he lets his imagination run free and loose.

ranpo thrusted both of his fingers inside you again, the squelching sound as your cunt drowned his fingers in it made you bite your lip, your brain not exactly realizing how filthy you two would look to anyone accidently walking in for whenever ranpo worked on you, he did it in such way where your attention would be only on him and the pleasure he inflicts on you

his other hand which was on your back till now to ensure it was arched properly, left its spot on the centre of your back to fiddle with his belt.

you heard the metal click, then felt ranpo pulling his fingers out and wiping them on your inner thigh and only a matter of one minute later, your body shuddered in excitement for his tip rubbed against your edges, trying to gather as much slick as it could to work in the place of lube to ensure that extra safe entry inside you because even if ranpo liked seeing you choke on his dick, stutter absolute nonsense while being on his dick and cry as he fucks you, ranpo only likes it when he knows those acts are done due to the unbearable pleasure, not pain.

for as cold ranpo is to others, he is just as attentive to you; for as uninterested ranpo is with the way his family runs their business, with the way the eyes of most higher class people and successful companies are on him, he is just that interested in you and knowing about your day even if most are the same boring routine.

for just the same way he is seen as a desirable bachelor in the upper class society, ranpo desires you the same way, lusts after you the way many lust over him.

and the way humankind loves to be treated as god, to walk into mouths of danger and doom in the name of betterment of the human race, ranpo loves you the same way.

"please fuck me ranpo! please let me forget about everything else but your dick inside me . . . please do me, i just wanna be your's tonight!" your begging reaching ranpo's ears were the symphony of angels themselves, you were the world class maestro and ranpo was the spectator, always at awe of you and the way you controlled the orchestra which is him, his mind, his heart, his soul.

you hadn't noticed him rubbing his dick on your inner thigh, too absorbed in your begging, your act of submission, your desire to please him until you felt him ramming inside you with such force that it made you jerk forwards.

"for tonight? preety girl is so fucking focused on wanting to get fucked that she forgot how to speak? yeah?" ranpo tsked, hand coming up to grab both of your wrist and pinning them above your head, on the hood of the car as he thrusts in and out without a break for even a single second because ranpo is just as cruel as he is kind.

just as insecure as he is arrogant and just as inexperienced in love as mature in life.

your cheek planted against the hood of the expensive car, wrists pinned above your head and ranpo's free hand reaching forwards to rub your clit with a touch so gentle that you can't even feel it fully is making sure you don't stop, moaning after moaning, whimpers after whimpers and cries after cries, you are the instrument ranpo is intended on performing the entire night and this mini concert of him for him should not be stopped for even a moment.

well not atleast till you are not you but a putty under ranpo, tired beyond understanding but still not giving up on chanting praises directed to him.

"you are not mine for tonight only. you are mine today, tomorrow and forever. ya hear me, you dumb thing? you belong to me, your place is beside me till i take my last breath. have it drilled into your dumb little mind." ranpo gritted out and his thrusts also got harder, violent and quicker, the force of them was enough to jerk your body forwards before he suddenly slows down, opting for slow yet deep thrusts.

his tip hits that one gummy spot which has you nearly screaming and with the next thrust, his rubbing on your nub got faster, ranpo dropped his head on your shoulder, lips next to your mouth to let you hear his gasps and pants, the sound sounding even more hotter when combined with the wet and skin on skin sounds.

ranpo's grip on your wrists tightened and he leaned his head down to bite down on your shoulder again but he didn't bother to be gently or playful now, oh no, this time it's his raw desires which will be left imprinted on your skin for days so that whenever your eyes fall on this mark, this stamp of his ownership on you, you can't help but think of tonight and desperately try your best to re live this night but both him and you know that only he can give you the same pleasure again.

ranpo's thrusts are precise, he knows when to go fast and when to slow down to make sure you loose your mind, letting you get close to having an orgasm and as he felt your walls clenching around his cock, he stopped for a few seconds before restarting his thrusts in a slower pace.

"please, please, let me cum! ranpo, pleas -- aah." to put an end to your begging for he knows he won't be listening to them now, ranpo had sinked his teeth down on the side of your neck, making you moan in pain due to being bitten but the pleasure of his tongue which worked at the same time to dampen your skin.

"dumb girl only cares about cumming huh? well, sweet girl, i have sad news for you." ranpo speaks against your neck with faux sadness though the grin on his face showed he is anything but sad, "you don't get to cum till i say so, you will listen to me right? you will listen and continue to be my good girl right?" ranpo croaked out.

"y-yeah." you sniffed, the way you could feel yourself reaching the edge, the knot of your stomach about to come undone many times only for ranpo to stop, to snatch your bliss away from you before giving you the same bliss again and once again, snatching it. it's like a game for him, watching your eyes roll back and lips part open as your pussy clenches tightly around him before he plays his mean joke to watch you practically deflate like a balloon only for him to inflate you again.

it was pleasurable but frustrating too, leading tears to pool in your eyes, lips pouty as you gasped and whimpered and this was the sight that ranpo deemed as a delight, the coolness for his eyes, to see you so bothered because of him, for him.

and finally, after rejecting you of your orgasm for the fourth time, ranpo finally decided to have pity on you only because he wanted to cum too and watch you loose your mind over him.

he hoists one of your legs upwards so that your knee is planted on the hood of the car, knowing his dumb girl is too fucked and deep in pleasure to balance herself and so he takes it upon himself to make sure you remain in this new position by having a firm grip on the back of your knee, nails digging into your skin and leaving crescent marks but he knows you like it.

he has observed you tracing your fingers over the many marks he leaves on you with a shy smile on your face.

ranpo's thrust in this new position had you seeing stars and digging your nails into your palm, filling his time repeatedly abuse your g-spot, your body jerked forwards as you cry his name out, ranpo's hand holding your leg left you on your own.

"my good girl, hold yourself like this yeah?" he instructed and once he saw you nod though he doubts you had actually heard him properly, ranpo's hand wandered down to flick your bud before he rubbed it with his thumb, quickly and with urgency for nothing sounded more better then watching your body shake as you heavily orgasm around his cock, coating it with your cum.

"ranpo! ah, ah i am cumming ranpo! ranpo!" you close your eyes, moaning out as the knot in your stomach is stronger then ever and if you don't release this, you'll practically loose the strength in your body. the way his thumb rubbed your clit and the way his thrusts hitted at such an angle that that hitted your g-spot with gurantee had caused your voice to increase its frequency, your moans and mewls swallowing any other sound just the same way your pussy swallowed his dick.

"cum for me, now." ranpo demanded and this was the last tug on the knot in your stomach before it snapped in half and you loudly moaned, cumming hard.

your entire body shook but your lips remained parted as drool dripped down your chin and onto the expensive hood of his car, normally, you would be too nervous to even slam the door of his car yet now the nervousness and concerns don't appear in your brain for all your brain chooses to focus on is ranpo's grunts and soft gasps as he slams in and out of you, his hip hitting against your ass.

ranpo leans his mouth down to litter your shoulder which is the most accessible for him, with kisses as his thrusts are merciless and have an air of urgency to them.

he thrusts into you whose body went limp after the strong orgasm as if relaxing and trying to overcome the intense pleasure, again, inhaling sharply as thick ropes of white liquid shoots out of his cock and paints your walls as if painting you, his grip on your wrist tightening even more painfully and you feel like your bones will crack if not break if his grip tightness any more now.

"my good girl, so good for me." ranpo breaths out, hiding his face in the crook of your neck as he cums, a soft whine relasing from his lips.

ranpo remained buried inside you for a minute or two before pulling out, pupils dilated at the sight of your pussy dripping with his cum mixed with your's, it was as if this sight is hypnotizing him; ranpo swiped some of the dripping cum with his index finger before stuffing it inside you and pulling your panties up.

"don't take it off, if you do, i'll teach you a lesson infront of everyone." the warning leaving his lips is humilatingly arousing as ranpo pulls you up by pulling your hair, turning you by your hip to face him again.

"you don't want anyone else seeing how dumb you are on my cock, do you?" ranpo raises his eyebrows, looking down at you with a smirk and something about the sight of you shaking your head, still barely in your senses with sweat covering your face made you look so cute and sweet that ranpo had no choice but to give in to his desire and lean down to kiss you, cupping your jaw and caressing it with him thumb before grabbing your jaw tightly.

"let me show ya just how better i am then those idiots you found cool and how better i am then that dumb old daddy dearest of your's." ranpo whispered against your lips, pecking it then abusing your lips by sucking on your bottom lip before he separated from you begrudgingly and guiding you towards the passenger's seat by your jaw which he hadn't released from his grip till now.

once you were seated inside the car, ranpo leaned inside to kiss the part he had in his grip, grabbing your hand and gently massaging your palm with his thumb.

"be my good girl, you always are, but still be on your best behavior, gonna take you back to mine and pamper you now, you gonna let me, preety girl?" ranpo had leaned a bit back to look at your face, admiring it like he does every time he meets you before staring into your eyes for his eyes speaks to your's on a level so intimate that it could not be described in words.

"if it isn't a bothe-" your words remained at the tip of your tongue when ranpo leaned in to peck your lips before he made himself clear.

"you are never a bother but my passion, not even a responsibility, ya hear me? you are my fucking passion. you will never be a bother to me ever so get it drilled in your preety, dumb brain."

you may have just been under ranpo just a few seconds ago, moaning and whimpering, but it's these gentle actions of his which actually gets you bashful to no limits for this is when the fragments of the wall he built for the world to perceive crumbles down, leading you to see the real ranpo edogawa in all his flesh and glory, the raw realness of the man who is hidden behind thick walls.

ranpo sighs fondly, gently flickering your forehead before he leans in again to capture your lips against his, addicted and at the mercy of his heart which follows you around like a lost puppy for ranpo edogawa has always been the man who bows down when in love.

and you have always been the one to make sure the ground beneath him is clean before he bowed to you because this is who you are at your core, ranpo's good girl.

[acesandocs]

Ok so I have a little theory/headcannon

Things we know about Rocky and Jack:

-Theyre both in their early 20s

-They both joined their respective criminal organizations about less than three years ago

-Before that we know rocky was traveling around doing odd jobs. We don’t know for sure when but we can surmise from context clues that Jack had something going on after presumably leaving home and before working under Flynn.

We know for sure that Jack had a run in with the law. I’d like to come back to that later but but for now one thing we also know is that Jack worked at a circus at some point.

Most likely as a sideshow act because of his unusual appearance, they probably also took advantage of his streangth as well to do work around the circus.

Who do we know that also worked at a circus at some point?

Rocky

I’m pretty sure there was a sideshow in the circus rocky worked at from the presence of some of preformers in the above picture.

And I think that they worked at the same circus.

I don’t know if they would have been friends, Jack is already not a super social individual and that could have been worse earlier in his life, but they could at least be acquainted. Before being an escape artist rocky was a roustabout, witch just means he did unskilled work like manual labor and carrying or moving things etc. As mentioned previously Jack is a strong boy so he probably helped out with those kinds of things as well. Meaning they could have have a few opportunities to chat or be around each other.

I can imagine Jack not talking much if at all and Rocky just rambling on about everything and nothing, with Jack just listening because hes to anxious to tell him to go away idk.

A bonus theory I have is that Jacks attempted death sentence happened after the circus or at least because of the ringleader at the circus. He says he regrets meeting the ringleader the most out of anyone in his life so there has to been a serious falling out or they might have done something terrible to Jack, maybe even getting him in enough trouble to land him a death sentence.

I’m really exited to see where the story goes but for now I really like this headcannon

Anyway putting all this together has me feeling a bit like this

Jack belongs to @libras-interactives

[grrrenadine]

Who's going to believe a talking head? Get a job in a sideshow.

An illustration for one of my favorite horror movies, Re-Animator!

[petrichor-idyllic]

Heyyyyy i think your writing has become my drυg so here I'm again with another request. So Minho comes back from the maze really stressed so female reader offers to give him a massage and it ends up spicy obviously. TYSMMM! :)

The Minho brain-rot continues. Let's goooooo.

LET ME MAKE YOU FEEL BETTER PT. 1

MASTERLIST | MINHO MASTERLIST

SUMMARY: See above. Takes place before the arrival of Thomas.

WARNINGS: Spicey content, inappropriate language, scenes straight out of the start of a porno ngl, but no explicit smut.

You wait in front of the Doors, eagerly awaiting your best friend's return to the Glade.

This was your routine. Wake up, say bye to Minho, do your job, lunch, do your job, greet Minho, chill. Of course, Minho had to go to the Map room, but at this point, the Runners weren't fazed to find you in there with him.

From the outside, it probably seems strange to onlookers, but it's a perfectly normal relationship for the two of you.

When you first arrived, you were treated like a sideshow freak, and your forward and aggressive nature led to even more interest. It wasn't until Minho returned and acted like it was no big deal that you started to relax. He told everyone to get a grip and quit staring and it finally provided you with a much needed moment of peace.

You thanked him, and the pair of you started talking.

And you've been close ever since.

Though, you were starting to grow anxious. Where is he? He's already five minutes late and the other Runners have already returned.

This is weird.

Your excitement dwindles into anxiety as another few minutes pass, only for Minho to finally emerge from the last corner. He slows to a jog as he approaches, sweaty and tired, it's unusual for him to be this dishevelled upon his return.

What's even more unusual is that he completely blanks you, walking past without so much of a glance.

"Minho?" You jog slightly to catch up to his power walk.

"What?" He snaps, almost biting your head off with a single word.

"Shuckin' hell, what's up your ass today?" Minho freezes to snap his head towards you, but his expression melts when he sees that you're clearly upset just from the brief interaction alone.

Minho would be lying if he said he didn't have a soft spot for you. How could he not? You're the only girl in the Glade and maybe it would've been easier if they sent someone that, well, wasn't you. You're exactly Minho's type, easily matching his sarcasm and not taking his bullshit mood swings - not to mention you're gorgeous in his eyes.

"Sorry," he sighs, rubbing the back of his neck with his hand, completely unfazed by the rumbling of the Doors shutting. "Just... had a klunky day, dude."

"Yeah, well that's not my fault, is it?" You cross your arms, tilting your head at an angle. You'd been waiting for him to return and this is how he treats you? Typical.

"Yeah, I know."

"Did something happen?" Your bitterness quickly turns into concern. It's rare for Minho to take his anger out on you, so you can tell something has seriously got under his skin today.

"Just... a lot of little things, and-" he sucks in a deep breath "-we've nearly fully explored the outer sections, and we still haven't found shit. It's just... yanno." You give Minho a sympathetic smile which he doesn't bother returning.

"You gotta learn to relax, man," he scoffs at this.

"That's easier said than done."

"Well..." you think for a second, trying to come up with a way to help, "I'm always here to talk to - and we could always go for a swim in the pond or just have a walk," you pause, trying to conjure up another option, "or I could give you a massage?"

Minho seems to spark up at this, though he just shakes his head, your attempts to lighten the mood already working.

"A massage?" Sarcasm drips from his voice as he raises his eyebrow, "Seriously?"

"Sure," you shrug, "why not? If it helps you to slim down for a little bit, then sure."

"Alright, then." He almost laughs at the absurdity, expecting you to tell him you're joking any second now.

"Okay, I'll meet you in your hut once you get back from the Map room," you flash him a smile before walking away.

"I'm gonna hit the showers, too, first," he shouts over to you, playfullness evident in his voice as he predicts you to turn around and tell him you're messing with him. But you give him a thumbs up, not even bothering to turn around.

You both seem to come to a realisation as the distance between you increases.

What the actual fuck just happened?

You were just spit-balling; throwing out ideas that could make Minho feel better. And now you've arranged to meet so you can rub your hands all over his body?

Fuck.

Despite your closeness, you've somehow managed to unintentionally take a step in a more... intimate direction.

Minho actually hasn't moved from where you left him as the cogs slowly start to turn in his head.

He thought you were joking. He agreed as a joke in response to your joke. And now it was actually happening. Or maybe this was still a joke? Maybe you're one-upping his joke?

His brain is fried.

You let yourself into his hut. How do you even do a massage? It's not like you've done this before, and if you have, you don't remember it.

Where do you put your hands? Do you make him lie down? Sit up? Should you ask him to take his shirt off?

Oh, Jesus.

You feel heated at the thought. Minho is attractive and well-built; easily the only guy you find yourself daydreaming about or staring at for a bit too long. And you actually enjoy being around him. You'd be lying to yourself if you said that you hadn't developed a crush on the boy. Which was something you forced yourself to ignore and push down.

Especially with Alby putting in a pretty strong "no touching" rule in place when it came to you. You didn't want to make things awkward or cause any potential problems for Minho.

This is a terrible example of your precautions.

Somehow, you both reach the same conclusion.

Let's just go with it. Let's see what happens.

Trust sexually frustrated teenagers to make bad choices- not one person is shocked.

Minho found himself eager, quickly getting through his work and attempting to use the cold shower to keep himself under control before making his way over to his hut. Curiosity driving him more than anything. What exactly were you planning to do?

You, however, have taken to pacing the room like a mad woman.

You're quick to compose yourself as the door opens, and Minho smirks at you, slipping into his own space. You are very visibly awkward and shuffling on your feet. Something Minho thinks is cute.

"Hi." You squeak out, your voice sounding like anything but your own.

"Hey," his hair is still slightly damp, making his normally spiked up quiff lie flatter. He quietly closes the door behind him. "So, how, uh, how we doin' this then?"

Minho's plan is to push you far enough that you crack and the joke ends. The problem with that plan is that this isn't a joke.

Sure, you might've said it with some underlying comedic tones, but the second Minho agreed, it kind of stopped being a joke to you. After all, you have this deep need to please Minho - something else you're never going to confess.

"Oh, well, I- I was thinking that, um- maybe-" you make eye contact with him, amusement swimming in his dark eyes, and you give up, letting out a sigh of defeat, "I don't know."

He laughs, dropping his head for a second before looking back up, "Look, you don't have to give me a massage. We can just chill and talk like we always do. It was a nice gesture and all, but I don't wanna make you uncomfortable-"

Yeah, okay, cool- it was a joke, right? You definitely don't seem to want to take this any further, which is proof enough to Minho.

"No," you say, a little too quickly, "I mean, I already said I would - you've had a shit day, and as your friend, it's my job to change that."

"Yeah, but it's really not your job to make me feel better - I kinda thought you were j-" it had actually started to sink in now. The thought of you caressing him and trying to ease him with your hands suddenly felt very real.

"I want to make you feel good, Minho." That was the final straw. The words made his expression fall, and his heart rate pick up. The change of the word 'better' to 'good' catches him completely off-guard.

Good, huh? You want to make him feel good? How good, exactly? How would you-?

Shuck, Minho- stop.

His head flies through about a hundred different scenarios, none of which he'd ever say out loud. He clears his throat in a poor attempt to hide the room feeling very hot all of a sudden.

"Alright," watching him suddenly become tense gives you a weird confidence boost and a strange feeling of dominance takes the place of your awkward anxiety. Minho is just as, if not more, flustered than you. "Take your shirt off and have a seat."

You sit down on the edge of the bed with your legs open, leaning forward and patting the ground in front of you, sending a friendly smile his way. He looks at you, then at the bed, then back at you.

"Yeah, alright." He murmurs, deciding to just accept his fate. He's in too deep now. All he has to do is keep himself under control and let you be a good friend. That's not so hard, is it?

Wrong.

He turns around, facing away from you as he takes off his weird harness/backpack thing that he religiously wears. He fiddles with the buttons on his blue shirt, the fabric is faded and sun-kissed from being Minho's favourite item of clothing. It's also your favourite item of clothing on him.

You can't help but stare at him as he lets the un-buttoned shirt fall to the floor. His back is toned with prominent shoulder blades. He stretches, and you watch in awe as the muscles tense before he turns around.

You have to force yourself to not have any kind of physical reaction as you look at him. He looks like he's been carved out of stone. There's the odd scar littering his tanned skin - something you're actually shocked there's not more of. A few dark hairs dust across his lower stomach, and his V line is sharp and dangerously on display as he makes no effort to readjust his low-hanging pants. You're assuming that the shirt added some extra padding for his belt to hold onto.

Shit - it's making your mouth water.

Though you maintain composure and Minho clears his throat, "You want me to sit on the floor?"

"Mhm," you hum, taking another second to make sure your words don't fail you, "back towards me."

Minho scoffs. Some part of him is still trying to understand what's going on, and the other has completely given up. He wordlessly does as he's told, and you're baffled that he's being so obedient.

He grunts softly as he lowers himself, clearly still aching from the rough day he's had. He sits between your legs, his back pressed to the bed frame. It wasn't exactly an uncommon position for you both to take, especially when you're spending time in his hut and you decide to play with his hair.

Honestly, you still don't really know what you're doing, but when you put your hands around his tight shoulders, just at the base of his neck, and start kneading the muscles loose - you seem to be doing a good job.

Minho wasn't expecting much, but the second your hands touched his skin, he knew he was a goner. You seem to effortlessly find the tension in his back and shoulders, relieving him of the days events.

He doesn't know how, but everything you're doing is lowering his stress and causing adrenaline to course through him at the same time.

You take to working in methodical circles, occasionally changing your approach. When your thumbs gaze the back of Minho's neck, softer than before, barely ghosting over his skin, a soft smirk appears across your face. Goosebumps creep across his skin, his breathing hitches slightly, and he leans back, further into your touch.

His eyes are shut and despite this being to relax him, his fists are balled as he attempts to will his sexual frustrated body to calm down. You guys are friends - you're doing this to be nice because you care about him.

"Did you like that?" It comes out as barely audible, something that you mainly said to yourself. Your own mind is starting to become foggy with desire.

He hums in response.

"Yeah?" You push, now knowing he heard you.

He hums again, but with an added nod this time.

He's turning into putty in your hands. You repeat the simple gesture. This time, Minho releases a noise. It's more of a hum than a moan, but it's deeper than the noises he made in agreement.

"You sound really pretty," you coo. It's almost like you're not meaning to even say these things but it keeps coming out. It's almost second nature to praise him and push him to answer you. You didn't even really know there was this side to you.

Neither did Minho. Minho was also blissfully unaware that he was into praise, but now he has to shift slightly at your words as a tightness fills his pants.

Not ideal.

"Don't say that," he mumbles, sounding a lot less assured than he intended. His brain feels fuzzy, and his body is a lot warmer than before.

"Why not?" The coyness fades from your voice for a second, your question becoming more genuine. You don't want to make him uncomfortable, but you're getting some mixed signals here.

Minho doesn't respond. He's too drunk on the skin-to-skin contact. So, you push him further, "Minho? Why shouldn't I say that?"

"Because I want you bad enough, and this is just driving me mad." Your movements slow, Minho's barely coherent grumbling takes a second to sink in.

He's also too high on lust to process it straight away.

"What?" You can hear your pulse in your ears as Minho's eyes flicker open, his head is resting back - pretty much in front of your crotch. Your face quickly grows red and it clicks what just happened.

"Shit- sorry, I didn't-" his head shoots up, but he doesn't get up, just rubbing his face with his hands. "I knew this was a bad shucking idea. Listen, alright, I didn't mean it- well, I did mean it, but I wouldn't have ever said it. You were just- you're just so-"

Minho's stunned into silence as you lean forward, your lips connecting to his nape. Electricity jolts through him, and he physically flinches. A shakey breath escapes him.

He wants you?

He wants you.

He's just said it. Maybe it's the sexual tension in the air or the fact you've been crushing on him for so damn long - but you don't care anymore. So, you press another kiss to his neck.

He accepts the gesture, moving slightly to face more to you, giving you easy access to his jaw. You kiss up his neck, lightly nibbling his jaw, and he purrs against your touch when you take his ear lobe between your teeth.

"I want you, too," you whisper into his ear.

Minho struggles to believe the words he's hearing, so he turns to face you fully, moving his body to the side with his legs crossed still.

He looks up at you. Your bottom lip is caught between your teeth, the sudden eye contact making your confidence dwindle. Your pupils are blown wide, and you desperately want to squeeze your legs together, but Minho is, quite literally, in the way.

A few seconds pass whilst he just looks at you, seemingly weighing his options out.

"Shuck it," you barely have time to react once the words leave his mouth. He raises suddenly, turning his body fully towards you. He catches your face in his hand as his pushes forward, leaving you resting on your elbows as he hovers over you on the bed - taking the power from you in one swift motion.

Your noses brush against each other, and you jolt forward. The desperation and heat is starting to drive you insane and he's too close to not be doing anything.

But he pulls away.

Shit.

Does he not want this after all? Have you almost ruined your friendship for nothing?

"I really like you, (Y/N), okay?" Minho's breathing is heavy. "But I don't wanna ruin our friendship- so if this is just dumb, teenage hormones to you... please just tell me, and we can stop this before we destroy everything."

His words are sincere, a tinge of pain creeping into his voice. Minho is used to taking risks, but this feels so current and scary. He's never put his heart on the line before, and it's a different kind of stress.

You take a second to think of the right words. There's so much you want to say, but there's also so much you want to do.

"It means everything to me," you lean further forward, "You mean everything to me."

Your foreheads bump and his lips ghost yours, making you whimper before he finally caves. Pushing his lips to yours, it's feverish and hot.

You follow his lead, feeling all the built-up tension and wants as he puts it into the kiss. Minho is basically on Cloud 9 - he's been dreaming of this for what feels like forever.

You flop backwards, letting Minho put more of his weight on you, resting himself between your legs. He basically growls into your mouth when you grind your hips against his, trying to get some kind of friction. You'd take anything to soothe the throbbing sensation pooling between your thighs.

His mouth dips down, kissing along your jawline, then down to your neck. His teeth graze the sensitive flesh, and he sucks down, causing you to claw at his back and let out a gasp.

He travels lower, hands under your shirt, and working their way up, brushing against your bra.

It's all moving very fast, and Minho is quickly becoming more needy, almost animalistic as he digs into your skin.

That's when the thought hits you.

"Minho, wait." He stops immediately, pulling away. Panic flashes across his face and concern washes through his body.

Shit, he hasn't done something wrong, has he?

"You okay?" He pushes off of you, standing up straight, making sure to give you any space you might need. "You want me to stop?"

"No," you confess, scooting back over to the edge of the bed and standing up yourself. Minho furrows his brows as you stand in front of him.

You stand on your tiptoes, pressing against his lips once more. He immediately melts, his hands going to slip to your waist but you grab him, taking him by surprise and spinning him around. You push him backwards, making him hit the mattress with a heavy thud.

"(Y/N)? What are you-?" You silence him with a kiss, using one arm to stabilise yourself as you hover over him, your free hand fiddling with his belt.

You pull on Minho's bottom lip with your teeth, watching his eyes roll back into his head as you palm at him through his underwear.

"I'm meant to be making you feel better," you talk into his skin as you start to kiss down his chest, "remember?"

This ended up being slightly more steamy than intentioned, but tension is what I'm good at writing so tension you shall get.

Love y'all, hope you enjoy :))

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