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[euphor1a]

Light a flame

* a short and sweet prologue for the series “boyfriend chronicles” — can be read as a stand-alone.

ꨄ pairing: mingyu x f!oc

ꨄ genres: non idol!au, established relationship, fluff, smut, slice of life.

ꨄ summary: you weren’t exactly planning on getting freaky so early in a relationship, especially after everything you went through. well... let’s just say that plans don’t always work out (when your new boyfriend is way too good at getting you all hot and bothered).

ꨄ rating & word count: 18+ ; ~5.2K  

ꨄ warnings/tags: profanity, explicit sexual content; dom/sub undertones, oc is kinda inexperienced (not a virgin), breast play, biting/marking, size kink, oc is shy (at first), praising, pet names, cunnilingus, dacryphilia(?), fingering, mingyu is... a menace, protected, penetrative sex, big d*ck!gyu, multiple orgasms (f!receiving) — this is a work of fiction and it doesn't represent mingyu in any way.    

ꨄ a/n: *ahem* <3 hi!! so i kinda sorta made a prologue which adds nearly nothing to the story (plot wise). unless you’re squinting really hard to pick up on some random clues i left here and there. anyway, that’s really not the point. i’m just plain delulu about this man. you’re welcome for the potential brainrot this may cause <3 enjoy 😙!

To say that you weren’t expecting yourself in this situation is the understatement of the year, at least for you. Really, you never ever thought of going this far so soon. But the way his lips sought yours again and again, effortlessly reduced you to the needy mess you are now. Any coherent thoughts of waiting until you are one-hundred percent sure about everything has left you; his smooth tongue on the nape of your neck sending jolts of pleasure through your body.

“Mi–mingyu, please,” your whisper is very shaky, almost covered up by your constant panting. He doesn’t answer, but you can feel your boyfriend’s lips curling up against your flushed skin. Your hands have balled into fists, holding onto the soft material of his hoodie for dear life. Mingyu pulls back a little, immediately noticing how wrecked you exactly look. Shaky thighs and teary eyes that are pleading — he couldn’t help but pull you in for a kiss.

“God, please!” Your voice is small, but you take a hold of his right hand that is resting on your hips and place it on your left breast instead. You have no idea where this sudden straight forwardness is coming from, and you can tell that he’s on the same boat. But you genuinely couldn’t care less. You want– no, need him to touch you more.

Mingyu hesitates for a split second, before squeezing the soft flesh once, twice, a pleased squeal leaving you. “Fuck,” He mumbles under his breath, feeling the prominent press of your hardened bud against his palm. The next moment, his thumb gently drags over your clothed nipple. You shudder, feeling the urge to rub your thighs together. Too bad that you can’t act on your thoughts, as you’re settled on his lap with your legs wrapped around his waist. Mingyu brings up his other hand to grab your right breast, eagerly kneading them together.

You let your head fall into the crook of his neck. It feels so good, and you can feel the slick leaking out of your core and dampening your underwear. “Do you like it, hm? Like how I play with your cute tits?” He whispers straight into your ear, gently urging you to look at him using his shoulder.

“Mmm…” you trail off shyly, eyes avoiding his honey-browns as you try to stop yourself from making embarrassing noises. Mingyu, however, isn’t exactly pleased with your answer, or the way you’re attempting to suppress the sweet sounds of your pleasure. He tweaks your nipples between his thumb and index finger, coaxing out a whimper from you — the prettiest one he has ever heard, he swears.

A puppy-like, innocent smile blooms on his face, contradictory to the crude actions he’s doing to you. “C’mon angel, answer properly for me.” He cradles your face in one of his palms, freeing your lower lip from the cage of your teeth. “And stop doing that! You make such beautiful sounds, why hide them from me?” Mingyu leans in to place his lips on yours, his hands ever so subtly creeping under your shirt.

You shudder under his touch, whining, “'m sorry.” His fingers spread across the area of your belly, subtly brushing over the lining of your bra. A hum reverberates in his throat.

“If you want me to stop at any given moment, just tell me, okay?” His thumb gently strokes the underside of your breast, earnest gaze falling upon yours. You swear that your heart skips a beat. When was the last time someone looked at you like this? Like you actually matter so much?

“I will!” You nuzzle his nose, rubbing against him, hoping that he takes the hint. If you weren’t so embarrassed to utter it out, you would’ve told him that you’re ready, sopping wet and dripping for his attention. A groan escapes Mingyu, his bulge pressing onto your core with your movements. Gosh, he feels so big. 

His hasty hands divest you out of the offending material of your tunic, leaving you in your underwear only as he had gotten rid of your leggings beforehand. As the cold air hits your warm skin, goosebumps spread across it. You feel your insecurities and shyness creeping up on you, but the way Mingyu drinks in every inch of your newly exposed skin makes you clench instinctively.

The searching eyes of his drop to your panties and his expression changes a little. You sneak a peek at it too, immediately dying a bit inside when you see three of the “we bare bears” printed all over it, with various… questionable expressions. Heat rises to your face, and you end up covering your eyes with your hands. You really would’ve worn something less silly if you knew this would be happening. Mingyu reaches for your hands with a chuckle. “And I thought you couldn’t possibly get cuter…”

Although, you refuse to make eye contact with him once he uncovers them. His hot breath fans over your face, voice dropping an octave. “Look at me baby, there’s nothing to be embarrassed about.” He lets his left hand drift towards the band of your panties, stroking it briefly. Your winded arms around his neck tighten, a gasp escaping you.

“Do you know how hard is it to hold back my urges on a leash when you’re being so adorable? I…” Mingyu trails off with a shake of his head. His words give you all sorts of butterflies throughout your body, and you feel yourself needily pressing into him more.

“You… don’t have to hold back?” you whisper, tilting your head sideways to assess his reaction. He closes his eyes for a second, inhaling a shaky breath. Oh, the way Mingyu wishes he could have his way with you right now. But he doesn’t want this to go that way, because you are his first priority.

“You really don’t understand the weight of the things you utter, do you, sweetheart?” The way he slowly opens his eyes with a sly smirk makes you twitch. God, you might just go insane if he doesn’t touch you right now.

“Told you… don’t stop,” you mumble, heaving a little. Mingyu wonders if he should tease you further, but his own urgency stops him from doing so. He pulls you in for a messy kiss, hands wrapping around your back. While his tongue greedily devours yours, he fumbles to take off your bra. You almost consider helping him out through the haze of your mind, but he somehow manages to unhook it right at that moment.

He doesn’t break the kiss yet, slipping off the material of your shoulders. You gasp, shocked, as Mingyu swiftly changes your position; your back hits the softness of your bed while he hovers over you. In the state of confusion, you loosen your legs from around his waist, but he stops you from doing so with his hand.

“You’re so–” he pauses for a bit, “... so fucking unreal.” His mouth finds its purchase on the crook of your neck, abusing the delicate skin to ground himself. A cry escapes you, his much, much larger body pushing you further down into the mattress. Your fingers thread through his hair, goosebumps spreading across your body when Mingyu trails down open-mouthed kisses from your collarbones to nipple.

“Gyu–” you moan, the warmth of his mouth enclosing around the sensitive nub. Bolts of pleasure shake you to the core as he grazes his teeth over it before suckling on it soundly, his left hand expertly tweaking the other one. Your mind is a mess, lost in the sensation of his tongue brushing over your nipple repetitively. Once he’s satisfied with his work, he moves over to the neglected bud, ravishing it with attention. You’re nothing but a twitching, mewling mess under him.

With a loud, wet pop, Mingyu finally pulls away a bit to admire what he has done. Even though your mind is in a haze, the bodily urge to feel his skin makes you pull onto his hoodie’s sleeves with a whine. He stops short, eyes following your hand with a fond laugh. “You want that off, huh?” your boyfriend of five months mutters dulcetly. You nod with a pout, fingers still lightly gripping on the material.

“I guess it is kinda unfair that I’m still fully clothed.” Mingyu tilts his head, getting rid of the cloth with one hand. The technique impresses you so much that you’re a few seconds late to notice the treasures he has been hiding inside – the ones you’ve been daydreaming about for a while now. You wrap up your legs tighter around his waist, hand coming up to cover a portion of your face. From his huge arms that can probably choke you to death to his chest that is probably larger than yours, and the chiseled abs adorning his abdomen – the reality is much more impressive than what your fruitful mind had come up with.

Although, it is a tad bit overwhelming. Your lust-fueled brain creates all sorts of lewd ideas; you had no clue that you can think about such things too, up until this moment. It makes you impossibly embarrassed, and you find yourself shrinking under his gaze. “Speechless, hm? Likewise.” Mingyu leans down to get your arm out of your face, a smug grin on his face that almost infuriates you. “You like it, don’t you? That you’re so tiny in my arms?”

Hearing those words out loud makes your heart flip. You try to thrash around a bit but realize that he has caged you entirely with his body. He quirks an eyebrow at that. “Hey… are you uncomfortable? I told you; you can tell me to stop anytime, didn’t I?” He lets go of your arms, looking at you questioningly.

“No!! I’m okay, I swear! It’s just, um– I didn’t expect you to figure out what I was thinking.” You reach for him and gently pull him back closer. Mingyu smiles, relieved to hear that.

“You’ll have to get used to it though, kind of. It’s really easy to tell what you’re thinking by your body language.” He clicks his tongue, peppering your face with kisses. A sigh of contentment escapes you, your hands moving to explore his bare skin. You brush over his nipples, your fingers rippling over the curves of his abs, heading downward. As you get dangerously close to where his pants have slid down exposing his underwear, the giant on top of you shudders, hissing under his breath. “Fuck. Don’t do that. I might go insane.”

“Why? Let me return the favor… I wanna touch you too…” you whine, a bit surprised. After all, you aren’t a complete stranger to sex. All the times you’ve been intimate with a guy previously, they’ve always wanted to receive stimulation right back after doing what Mingyu just did, or worse, they’d want it even before touching you. Why doesn’t he want it, then?

“'Return the favor'? What the fuck do you mean?! What type of assholes have you been dating before?” He almost sounds agitated. You open your mouth to answer, but nothing really comes to your mind. What can you tell him, really? You’d rather not ruin the mood with your… dark dating history.

“Well, teach me everything, then! I’ll be an obedient student for you.” You hope that your suggestive tone is enough to change the topic. Spoiler alert: it is.

“That’s… a dangerous proposition to put out in front of me. Teach you, huh?” Mingyu finds your lips with a smile. His right-hand slides under your back to support his body, his left hand cupping your cheek to take control of the kiss. You moan in his mouth when he starts rubbing his bulge against you.

“I will teach you. Everything and beyond. You will never. Never be able to get enough of me.” He murmurs between kisses, pulling away with a grin. Those words have you devastated, your heart leaping in your chest. Mingyu reaches for your breasts again, but not so gentle anymore.

His big hands engulf the perky peaks, squishing them. You cry out, eyes closing when he mouths one of the nipples. His teeth tugs on it and then his tongue follows after to soothe it down. It’s a different sort of pleasure – one that makes you clench around nothing.

Mingyu trails wet kisses down your stomach until he reaches the band of your panties. He chuckles a bit again, noticing all the goofy prints of the bears on the material closely. You whine, “Don’t laugh, I know it’s embarrassing!” His index finger finds your clit with precision, a shocked gasp escaping you.

And you thought guys don’t know what the fuck is a clitoris. Well, some of them do need to study the female anatomy before even thinking of doing anything, speaking from experience.

“It’s cute, you’re cute,” Mingyu hums, continuing to rub you over the panties. As if you already haven’t made a mess of those. The material sticks to your pussy almost unconformably, even more slick leaking out of your core.

“Gosh, please. Gyu…” you wriggle a bit, impatient for more than just that. He smirks, pulling at your panties, admiring the way strings of your arousal connect you with the cloth.

Mingyu rasps, “Fuck, look how wet you are.” He lets his finger coat in your slippery juices, discarding the ruined underwear and tossing it somewhere in the room. A sudden wave of shyness creeps up on you, and you find yourself crossing your legs.

It doesn’t work out as he parts your legs all the way with both of his hands, and for some reason your body just gives into it. Mingyu holds your legs firmly for a while before resting them both on his shoulders. “How pretty,” he coos, taking the closest look someone has ever taken at your pussy. Your hands automatically come up to cover your eyes, an almost inaudible whimper rumbling in your throat.

He parts your nether lips, exposing your weeping, needy hole to his eyes. “Good fucking lord,” Mingyu grunts, “I already know ‘m gonna love this pussy to bits.” His hot breath fans over the sensitive area repetitively. You feel yourself clenching again, your mind hazy with lust.

“Please don’t tease me…” you mewl, daring to take a look at him. You’re shocked to find his sparkling eyes focused on your cunt. But Mingyu looks up to meet your gaze, his tongue peeking out just slightly. You’re unable to break away from the stare, as if in a trance, while he starts to lower his face slowly.

“Ohmygod,” you moan, your head hitting the pillow as he suddenly hurries up to lick a fat stripe along your slit. He hums upon the first taste, flattening his tongue to cover more area. You shiver, exhilarated by his touch. Mingyu brings his fingers in the scene too, letting them slather up in his spit and your nectar.

You shriek when the wet, flexible muscle slips inside your entrance, his digits rolling your clit in lazy circles. He moans at the taste, moving his tongue in swirling motions inside. The sensation of it is too strong and overwhelming for you. You’ve never been touched like this in your life.

“Mmh! Fuck– I can’t, gonna come–” you manage to utter between pants. Your hands have turned into fists, a weird feeling coiling inside you. It’s so intense, and you start to feel like you’ll burst. Mingyu doesn’t pull away, though, holding you tight and doubling his efforts, a string of incoherent words leaving you.

You start spasming soon, a rush of fluids reaching his mouth. He grunts and slows down, surprised at how quickly you finished. On the other hand, tears wet your temples, your body shaking from the aftermath. You have never experienced this amount of ecstasy before. Mingyu starts lapping at you a while after, ignoring your pleading cry. “You’re a good girl, aren’t you, baby? Tasting so heavenly, hm?”

He doesn’t stop until he’s sure that every drop you offered to him is consumed. You’re twitching from hypersensitivity when he finally gets up to cover your body with his. His left hand, however, lingers around your inner thigh, stroking the skin lightly. “You are so responsive,” Mingyu tuts, noticing your tears. “Shit, did that make you cry? Too much?”

You rub your face against his hand as he brings it to dry the wet trails on your face. He sighs, smiling. “You’re gonna give me a whole bunch of new kinks at this rate, princess.”

“It just… felt too good,” you whisper, the ache to have him in your dripping cunt already coming back. You can also feel the painfully big tent of his pants pressing into your thighs, only increasing your struggle. “Gyu… it feels weird again, please.” You look up at him with doe eyes, a low growl reverberating in his throat.

“Ready to go again, are we?” Mingyu cups your pussy with his hand, your hips instinctively rubbing against the calloused skin. He swears under his breath, looking at you needily pressing into him for pleasure. To your dismay, he doesn’t offer any help, only watching you trying to get off using his palm. Your eyes fall on what was previously poking you so indecently.

Good fucking lord. You don’t know what that is, but you need it inside you.

You can’t help but moan wantonly at the thought, your movements increasing. Mingyu shakes his head with a laugh, amused by your very obvious actions. “Turns out you’re not really shy. Or at least, much less than what I thought.”

A whine escapes you, embarrassment hitting you like a ton of bricks. You stop rutting against him and close your eyes immediately, curling up a little as if to protect yourself from his words.

“Oh, come on now! Don’t act like you weren’t just ogling at me, thinking about my cock and how you want it.” Mingyu teases, endeared by you. He reaches for your face, hoping to make you look at him. “No need to shy away, I’d be more than happy to make your cute little fantasies come true.”

“Mingyu!” you grumble, opening your eyes a bit. As much as you hate to admit it, his words excite you. After a small mental debate, you decide to just go with the flow.

“What?!” He challenges. You absolutely hate how entertained your boyfriend sounds right now. Your lips form a pout, your eyes channeling the most pitiful expression you can possibly put on.

“Don’t just… say stuff like that. Do it instead.” The playfulness disappears from his whole demeanor, his fingers immediately reaching for your puffy, slippery labia. You whimper his name when Mingyu eases his middle finger inside you. It’s hard to explain exactly how well that single digit fills you up, your inner walls clenching around it immediately.

“You’re a menace, you know that?” He feels around your entrance with his ring finger, before it slowly vanishes in the depths of you. You struggle for a second to give him space, but it passes away quickly. Mingyu grunts, “Gonna have to prepare you thoroughly with care before I give you my cock. Your little pussy won’t be able to take it otherwise.”

You’re a mess as he scissors the digits inside you, his thumb on your clit to make sure that you experience the best. He stretches you out to his liking, also curling his fingers to hit your sweet spot. Your cries are music to his ears. Mingyu is obsessed with the sounds you make – quite literally. And the fact that he’s the reason behind them? Makes it even more obsessive.

By the way your spongy walls squeeze his fingers, he can tell that you’re pretty close to reaching another high. He wonders if he should put another finger in now, as he doesn’t want to delay things further. With all honesty, Mingyu is painfully hard, straining against his boxer briefs. He genuinely can’t restrain his urges anymore.

So, he does follow through, pushing in his index, but stops halfway with your whimpers. “Hurts,” you manage. With his lips pressing in a thin line, he nods, spare hand stroking your stomach in hopes of easing the pain. It takes you a while, but you get used to the unfamiliar stretch. “Your fingers are so… so thick.” Mingyu laughs at your comment, pride welling in his chest.

“My cock is way thicker though.”

“God!” You don’t know if it’s a plea of desperation or devastation. He begins pumping you slowly, hitting all the spots that make you all mushy — spots that you had no idea exist, you swear. Tears have reappeared in your eyes, threatening to fall down. You’re also overflowing with juices, squelching with each thrust of his digits.

“Baby can hear how wet you are for me, can’t you?” Mingyu increases the pressure on your sensitive bundle of nerves, your body starting to stiffen up. He clearly knows what he is doing. Your mind is in a haze, pussy clenching around him.  

The gradual build-up of the coiling pleasure and tension bursts, your body going limp from the shockwaves. He lets you ride out your high, enthralled by the way your body convulses under him. Mingyu curls his fingers for one last time, immediately receiving a shrill cry from your side. Although all you manage is a bunch of incoherent words, he somehow understands what you’re trying to say. “I’m sorry, I’m sorry. I know my princess is so sensitive and it hurts. Let me just pull them out slowly, okay?”

You make a small sound of affirmation, gasping when he finally extracts his digits out of you. It leaves you feeling all empty, but you’re unable to focus on that as he puts his fingers in his mouth. Your whimper, flustered by the low groans and hums Mingyu makes while sucking and licking your essence off his fingers.

When he finally comes back up to hover over you, you cling to his muscular, huge body, wanting nothing more than his warmth and touch. He nuzzles you affectionately in return, pressing your lips together in a kiss. You can taste the subtle aftertaste of yourself, but you really don’t mind it.

Mingyu pulls away with a sigh, touching your foreheads together. From this close, his eyes look like pools of honey, looking at you with an amount of adoration that kind of scares you. “I can’t believe that you – this – is real,” you mumble, entranced by his features.

“Same,” he whispers back. You realize that you’re still aching for him since his fingers left you empty; he’s probably in a way worse situation — judging by the way his bulge presses into you. You sigh.

“Are you… are you gonna stop like this?” Mingyu perks up with your question, smiling.

“It depends on you, baby. Do you want me to end it here? Tell me what you want, I’ll never be mad.” You realize he’s giving you the option to back out, even now, at this state. It warms your heart. Where the hell have people like him been for all those years you struggled?

“I want you.” Your voice is steady, and so is your gaze when you look at him. Mingyu inhales sharply at your words, his adam’s apple bobbing.

“You know what you are saying, right?”

“Mhm…”

“Don’t ‘mhm’ it?! Oh, for god’s sake!”

“What exactly do you want me to say? That I want you to fuck me? Is that—”

You’re unable to finish complaining as he smashes his lips against yours, his tongue prying inside your mouth with the bare minimum resistance. Mingyu tries to get rid of his pants without breaking the kiss, struggling poorly but managing to do so either way. Too bad that he has to pull away moments later, hand slipping into the left pocket of his pants. You’re flushing when he produces a condom out of it, eyes falling to his bare thighs and… the inevitable.

His hearty chuckle rings through your ears. “You’re so obvious that it’s sort of adorable.” Mingyu pushes down his underwear with a small growl, freeing his cock out of its confines. It stands proud and tall against his chiseled abdomen, the large head of it covered with pre-cum. The length of it is a bit curved, a few veins running across it. You’re unable to tear away your gaze from the scene, both impressed and scared. “Like what you see?”

“Will… will it fit in me?” You pout, very unsure. He rips the foil with his teeth, rolling the thin layer of latex down his girth. You moan when he rests his shaft between your pussy lips, positioning himself on top of you. Mingyu puts his right hand under your back to cradle you, his left hand gripping on your leg to put it around his waist.

“I know you can take it, baby.” He sounds weirdly confident, but you’re in no state to think about that. All you can think about is the way his angry, twitching cock feels against your pussy. You let out small whimpers, instinctively rubbing yourself on his length. It feels incredible, his hard, heavy length providing just the right type of stimulation.

Mingyu reaches down to nibble on your earlobe. “Enjoying ourselves, are we, hm?” he whispers, “Didn’t expect you to be like this already. Weren’t you just asking if I can fit inside you oh so innocently a while ago?”

“Ss–stop teasing me! I just – I wan’ your cock so bad.” Your cry sounds so desperate, Mingyu grits his teeth. His left hand pushes down onto your hips and his mouth sucks a hickey on your neck; his cock sliding down until the bulbous tip reaches your weeping hole.

“You’re gonna take it like a good girl, right?”

“Yes!”

When he finally starts pushing in with a groan, the lubrication helps him slide in. But you find yourself struggling to give him space. Tears gather in the corner of your eyes, the stretch frankly too much. Mingyu stops after the head is inside your molten warmth, stroking your stomach. “Shh, relax, princess, you overcame the hardest part, you’re doing so well.”

You nod silently, a few tears still escaping as you get used to the feeling. Mingyu kisses those salty streaks away, his thumb drawing random patterns on the skin of your hips. After receiving your confirmation to go further, he slowly penetrates deeper and deeper into you, until you stop him again. “I– I can’t anymore…”

He gives you a comforting kiss. “It’s alright, baby. You don’t have to push yourself too hard. It’s our first time trying! I’m so proud of you for taking so much of me so quickly.” His words bring a big, stupid smile to your face.

“Thank you…”

The transition from discomfort to pleasure is unclear, but you moan after a while, your nerve endings on fire. It feels like you’ve been stuffed up to the brim, all sorts of fluids gushing around his cock. “Oh god, move, Gyu. Please.”

Mingyu is more than happy to oblige, pulling out almost all the way before plunging back inside. It effectively pushes him a bit deeper, but there’s no sign of discomfort anymore. You wrap yourself around him tighter, moaning wantonly.

“Fuck, fuck. You feel s’good baby, pussy sucking me in so well.” It’s obvious to you that he is fighting himself to keep his pace relatively gentle and slow. But you’re scared of what would happen to your body if he doesn’t hold back.

You wind your hands around his neck, reaching for his hair and threading your fingers through the strands. Mingyu growls when you pull on them, a rougher thrust hitting your sweet spot. You cry out, gummy walls squeezing his girth happily. “So big,” you huff, eyes rolling back as he continues to hit that spot repetitively.

“You’re just so fucking tiny, baby,” he touches his forehead with yours. “'m scared that if I go too hard, you’ll break.”

You moan, your lust-paralyzed brain entirely forgetting about your previous worries. “Nono, I can– I can take it! Go harder.” Mingyu complies immediately, as if he has been waiting for those words to come out of your mouth. All restrain gone, he drills into you with full force, hitting all the nooks and crannies within you. “Ohmygod, ugh–” you whimper, strange, euphoric sensations flooding your system. You’ve never been fucked this well before.

“You’re so warm and wet and squeezing me so well, baby. My baby treats me s’good. Fuck,” he grunts, pushing your body more into the pillows and the mattress. Your nails dig into his shoulders, sure to leave prominent marks for the next week.

Mingyu gets increasingly rough, the sound of skin slapping echoing through your bedroom. He probes way deeper now, often hitting your cervix which makes you jolt. His balls also hit against your ass repetitively, your body overboard with ecstasy.

You’re a drooling, teary mess, babbling about how big he is and how good he’s making you feel. Your gummy walls are pulsating around him sporadically, extremely close to another orgasm. You pull him in for a messy kiss, moaning at the feeling of his dick hitting you rough.

Mingyu takes a close look at your state once he breaks away from the kiss. His cock twitches at the sight. “I– goodness. Don’t show this face to anyone else, ever. Good fucking hell! I don’t think I can last any longer.” He reaches for your attention deprived swollen clit, rubbing it in tight circles and often pinching it between his fingers.

“Ugh– ‘m gonna come, Gyu, it feels like ‘m gonna burst–”

“Come for me, angel. You can let go; I got you.” Mingyu whispers against your shoulder, his own thrusts turning sloppy and uneven. You cry out his name as the pleasure ruptures, bliss overtaking every inch of your body. It almost feels like you’ve reached the seventh heaven, body floating in the air.

Mingyu moans as your inner walls clamp down onto his cock with your orgasm, his movements halting momentarily. “Gonna milk me dry, aren’t you?” He hisses under his breath, giving a few hard thrusts before reaching his own high. His body gives out, crushing you under him as he catches his breath.

Exhaustion kicks in as soon as the haze of the release passes, and you yawn. Mingyu, even though equally spent, rolls over so your small form can rest on top. “Are you okay, baby?” He rubs your back soothingly. You struggle to keep your eyes open, head comfortably resting on his chest, listening to his steady heartbeat that slows down to normal with each passing second.

“Mmm, sleepy…” you mumble, another yawn escaping you. Mingyu sighs, ruffling your hair adoringly.

“It’s okay, you can sleep. I’ll clean you up.” You smile, kissing the skin closest to your lips. Silence fills up the space again, your eyes fluttering close with the white noise of his heartbeat and breaths.

Before slipping into unconsciousness, you realize there’s only one thought in your mind.

This is the most loved and cared for you’ve felt with someone who isn’t your mom.  

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[lostlimerence]

It’s happening again.

Eddie Munson is in love.

And Billy doesn’t think he has the strength to weather it this time.

Because it goes like this, Eddie will wallow and wail and wax poetry about a love not returned. He’ll twist himself up inside, gnaw at chipped polish, pace Billy’s tiny trailer, throw his hands in wild uncoordinated movements, voice catching, eyes sparkling as he describes a stranger.

And Billy will sit, Billy will nod, Billy will smile, Billy will comfort and then Billy will break.

Again.

And the thing is this, the thing is Billy likes this stage, god help him, because at least here Eddie is still his, still his wild-eyed romantic, his flailing fantastical artist, his world-weaving word master.

It’s the next stage that hurts the worst. Eddie will muster up the courage and speak to them and they’ll be captivated and Billy will watch, he’ll watch them fall with blurred vision and a clogged throat.

He can’t do it again.

But he has to, because Billy can’t leave him, can’t leave this crazy metalhead who makes his world seem so so much more just for being in it.

So he’ll take it, he’ll take it and take it and take it until he can’t anymore.

So Eddie Munson is in love again.

And Billy knows it. He knows it because Eddie’s been rasping out a beautiful song about sunshine and saltwater recently and Billy can’t bring himself to ask. He’ll know the answer soon enough.

So instead he lies back, presses his foot against Eddie’s thigh as the man plucks at his guitar working over another lyric about ocean-eyes, his rich tone stroking up through Billy’s body as he lets himself sink into it, eyes drifting closed.

He’ll never be Eddie’s muse, but god at least he’s got this.

…

The thing about Eddie is this, he falls in and out of love with a little bit of somebody everyday. He loves life, loves love, loves laugh lines, loves scars, loves the sparkle of an eye, loves the passion of a voice, loves people.

But there’s one boy, one sunshine salt-soaked boy whose eyes hold entire oceans that he’s been in love with since the dawn of time.

A boy who holds storms inside, who sometimes rails and rages against the world so hard that he almost dashes himself on the rocks of it.

A boy who can be so sweet in the sunset, whose cheeks dimple and flush when Eddie says something stupid just so he can see the spectacle of it.

That boy lies on his bed as he sings of sunshine and saltwater.

And he hopes Billy doesn’t notice the hitch in his voice as that foot presses against his thigh. Hopes he doesn’t notice the quiver in his voice as he sings of a love he knows won’t ever be returned.

He stares down at golden sunlight-dappled skin, red lips and shuttered eyes. He takes a breath, plucks another string.

Billy will never be his, but god at least he’s got this.

Thank you to @giurochedadomani for the prompt - Billy thinks Eddie is writing a love song about someone else - this leant itself to super angst which is my favourite brand so apologies if it’s a bit to piney 😅

[fruitageoforanges]

Princess Elia Nymeros Martell, heir to Dorne, and her husband Rhaegar in the year 279 AC.

(this is inspired by my au in which birth orders are swapped — elia is the eldest martell sibling and rhaegar is a second son — so their marriage agreement works the other way, with rhaegar being sent to dorne. elia’s clothes are inspired by fashions in moorish spain during the 11th century, while rhaegar’s are a mix of byzantine and early renaissance italy)

[figsbass]

that's life

[jedi-holocrons]

Jedi Knight; Sato Jasra

[kovacs-of-courage]

---------March 12th, 1836----------- ---------Texan Revolution-----------

Twilight kicked down the doors of the Saloon, a dozen rifles meeting his audacious entrance.

He didn’t flinch; they were of little consequence, his quarrel only laid with a single soul among their unlawful crowd. It was an evil that man could not measure to, not in a hundred twisted lifetimes of misery.

He put his left hand on the holster of his revolver, his eyes dilating in anticipation, his fangs bared; the desire for retribution mixing with animalistic senses.

“Easy there, folks; I’m not lookin for a fight-”

Twilight pointed his free hand to the center of the bar. The cautious crowd looked towards his target; an ill-fitted aristocrat, adorned in a black three piece suit, their skin as gray as the steel of their rifles.

“I’m just here to take a snake off your hands.”

Said aristocrat recoiled, seething anger overtaking him.

“You’re supposed to be dead. Deader than dead, a stain under my boot. The Alamo was a massacre, ” He muttered through clenched teeth, the icy exterior of his balanced composure melting away to an undying anger.

“You know what they say. You just can’t keep a good dog down.” Twilight responded, venom in his voice.

Twilight reached into his pocket, the shining star of a ranger badge in his hand. He pinned it to his chest. The outlaws overlooking his interaction took notice, returning to their affairs.

“You have two options, Zant. I drag you back to your people alive, or I kill you here,” Twilight threatened, his thumb hovering the hammer of his colt pistol--

“Your choice.”

Zant squinted his eyes, out of his seat now, his hands balled fists.

“You’re bluffing. You wouldn’t risk your anonymity to the goddesses on a single target,” Zant said.

Twilight’s expression remained the same, staring down his old enemy like a predator waiting in the bushes to pounce.

“Funny--your Queen said the same thing.”

[orchardpuppy]

i.... must.. share.. AU!!!!!!!!!!!!

If anima and the pole switched ?

I have an au where its like if Anima acted like the pole. So, three main families ruling, shenanigans ensue. I’m not original enough and I don’t like diverting from canon too much, so the people you meet representing each family is Ophelia (obv), Elizabeth, and Fox. (i know they’re just ginger but like cmon! its js an AU ignore canon for my poor soul.)  And Thorn and Berenilde come to Anima, along with a few others, like Archibald- simply couldn’t resist myself. like in the pole, each family has their own ‘symbol’.

This is still very very much in the works and being flushed out, but I really enjoy the idea of this kinda stuff :-) 

my art ><

[spidersthecursedcreature]

[gojoshooter]

Mmm I'll be posting today like if u wanna be tagged heh <3

[rjisodd]

A list of my most used ocs, so y'all know who's who

The Biendells:

•Bentin Biendell: He's an 8'6 vampire-esc teddy bear. He has a passion for fashion and makes clothes, mostly because he's freaking 8'6.

•Roaria Biendell: A very aggressive and violent person. She has a shadow "twin" or a personal shadow demon that is very manipulative and protective over Roaria. They usually appear as one person, mostly looks like Roaria save for one arm being completely black and more clawed along with her eyes that are blacked out with tar-like tears always dripping down her face.

•Althena Biendell: A living puppet that was originally made to take the place of her creators sick daughter. She was immediately thrown out and ridiculed by her creator soon after their daughters death. She now wears the spell used to bring her to life in her hair to keep others from abusing its power. Althena has mastered the art of dark magic specifically the type of voo-doo used in popular media, making puppets of others in order to control them.

The Lunaris':

•Miruna Irene-Lunaris: She is in a position of power, has quite a lot of money at her disposal, and is skilled in black magic. Many assume she got all this from a deal with the devil or a God and they aren't fully wrong about it. Her and her siblings are all around 12,000 years old give or take a few hundred years.

•Demintriell Lunaris: Popularly know as Demmy, this soul reaper is known for his pessimism and introverted personality. He usually wears a black cloak with a pendant holding it together along with a black and purple fox mask over his face and holding a double sided scythe.

•Trix Lunaris: The guy who out smarted a god-like entity. A bubbly and very eccentric demi-god of time with a worrying obsession over clocks. He has parts of him made of steampunk like robotic parts, on all of his left arm and the left half of his face with his left eye replaced with a clock.

Oh jeez that was alot more than I expected to write I got a little carried away on some parts

Hope its informative and yall like them

[killerspaghetti-os]

My comms are open! Check me out at my commission card!

[spellcastrr]

these are supposed to be the most exciting years of my life, and all i have to show for it right now is nothing but my just good enough grades. i know rambling about it on tumblr probably isn’t going to fix it but it’ll have to do for now.

i need someone to understand that i’m supposed to be living right now. i’m supposed to be making mistakes, learning things outside of a stupid classroom with stupid people, because what do you actually learn in school that you need, tell me. please. i am one of the best students by far, never late to class, i don’t get in trouble with the teachers, i’ve never purposefully missed a day of school and if i do i have a doctors note for it. why should i have to curl myself into this shell of a human being for people to take me seriously. i’m supposed to be outside running, having fun with my friends, doing whatever kids my age are supposed to do, but instead i sit in the same classes, eight hours a day, fifty minutes each, for five days a week, for 177 days a year. and when i’m not at school i’m in my room on my phone living vicariously through people on the internet, watching them live the life i wish for, desperately. in second grade i was a very talkative kid, and i got in trouble for it, a lot. i don’t talk much anymore because of this. the only time i am happy is when i’m alone and absorbed in my phone because what the fuck else is there for me to do? i want to do an extra curricular believe me, but what i want to do we don’t have at this school or i’m not aloud to do. i don’t want to be good if this is where it leaves me. unsatisfied and empty. i’ve been so busy fitting myself inside of this tiny box for other people that i don’t even know who i am without the academic achievements or the facade that i put up. if getting to live means getting in trouble and potentially ruining things that’s okay, because i’ve been surviving for so long that i’ve forgotten what it means to live.

so, this circles back to the point, i’m supposed to be living, these are supposed to be the best years of my life and if i don’t go and live them i’ll have nothing to show for it, no fond memories to look back in when i’m old and decaying. i’ll be as old as my mother by the time i’ve realized that i have done nothing meaningful with my life. nothing meaningful to me. i don’t even know if i’m aloud to anymore.

[koobiie]

shoutout to everyone who wants to infodump but cant string together coherent thoughts to form sentences and instead just look at you like this

[rish-you-were-here]

Happy pride

[liquidstar]

If my mom sees a significant amount of blood she gets lightheaded, and has fainted on some occasions. Once it happened when we were kids, I wasn't there to witness it but I heard the story from my dad. Basically my brothers, around 7 or 8 at the time, were playing outside while my mom was making their lunch, and she accidentally cut her finger. It wasn't anything serious, but it drew a fair bit of blood and she passed out. My dad saw this and rushed over, but he didn't really know what to do so he just sort of started slapping her to wake her up (not recommended, but he had no idea and panicked)

At that exact moment my brothers both came in from playing, and all they saw was our mom unconscious on the floor and our dad slapping her. So, like, without even saying a word to each other they both just INSTANTLY start whaling on him, like, full blown attack mode to defend our mom. Which obviously didn't help the situation, but she did wake up and everything was fine.

Now our dad says that he's actually really glad they attacked him over what they thought was going on, because it means he raised good boys. And I still think that's true, they're very good boys.

[noahjamescrandall]

I’ve had a neat idea for a fantasy mythology thing. Don’t know if anyone will find it interesting, but this is how I get it out of my head.

General [Most things I’ll cover]

I’m not firm on anything so make your own ___cannon if you want.

3 main realms: Super-Reality (Deities), Reality (Mortals), Sub-Reality (Underworld)

Deities can’t be comprehended easily by the mortal mind

Mortals are too easily comprehended by deities, typically leading to them being seen as specks of dust

Deities can have offspring with varying results. Eg. New species, demigod, new emotion, who knows what

The conscious offspring are equals to both mortals and deities

Realms

Super-Reality [Realm of the Deity]

This is where deities start their existence and where they usually preside. It is fundamentally impossible for mortals to describe, meta-narratively useful for me, because it is too much information for any non-divine being to understand. If a mortal were in the Super-Reality, their brain would lock up with whatever information seeps in first. The deities and their offspring seem to enjoy it. Most of everything here is conceptual.

Reality [Realm of the Mortal]

This is where every non-deity starts, including the deity offspring. I like thinking of everyone living on one planet, but I don’t see why they can’t be spread out over a solar system/galaxy/universe. Most of everything here is physical. Reality has access to magic, technology, and techno-magic.

Sub-Reality [Realm of the Dead]

Everything, if it ends, will wind up here. It is impossible to know what is inside. Again, useful for me as the “author”, but not even deities know what is in there. You can analyze the outside of it perfectly fine, but nothing can go in and return. It’s presence was first discovered when the first mortal died. As they descended into the Sub-Reality, the Deity of Death rose from it. The Deity of Death is the only thing that has come out from there and refuses to say what is in there.

Gradient Space [Not Really a Realm]

This is a gradient spaces between all three realities, gradually shifting from what one is to the other, conceptual to physical as an example. A mortal and deity can commune here quite easily. For the mortal, they need to clear their mind of most thought as the gradient between Super and Reality still has more information than most brains can hold. The deity already has no trouble with the less conceptual and more physical Reality, so an in-between makes barely any difference. The opinion deities can hold of mortals while communicating in the gradient space does raise significantly.

The gradient between Super or Reality and Sub is less of everything. It is pretty easy for dying things to slip through the gradient. For a mortal, they need to inhibit their ability to think significantly. For a deity, being in this gradient is very difficult but not impossible.

Maneuvering around all of Gradient Space is possible, not being limited to just Sub+Super, Super+Reality, Reality+Sub. While functionally difficult for a mortal, this traversal is possible for anyone. It is largely what allows for observations to be made about the Sub.

Map of the Realms [IMO]

Doesn’t look as good as I wanted, but you hopefully get the picture. Now, my design of the three realms leaves a void space around everything. What is this meant to represent? I don’t know! I’m not interested enough in this specifically to give my two cents. It could be it’s own Hyper-Reality, it might be an artifact of representation so it isn’t actually there, maybe it implies a multiverse. You choose what it is.

I will ask, if you choose to go with the multiverse angle, that you don’t allow cross dimensional jumps. I agree that a multiverse angle gets interesting when you do, but an impenetrable barrier between dimensions feels right to me. But by posting this, I, the author, have been killed. I shouldn’t be the arbiter of your interpretation.

Deities

What are they?

Deities are nigh entirely conceptual. They are the embodiment of a specific thing, but also the primary reason that thing exists. For example, the Deity of Music is the personification of all music, but is equally the reason music exists. The chicken laid its own egg. They have largely absolute control over their thing, although most don’t care who does what with the thing.

What are their names?

They don’t innately have a name, but can definitely choose one/some. Generally, mortals call them Deity of Thing, but will abbreviate it to DoThing. Deity of Music becomes DoMusic, Deity of Time to DoTime, and so on. Deities don’t need to use a name among themselves to know who is being referred to.

This question isn’t so important that it needs to be the second one, but I wanted to save myself from having to write “Deity of” a whole bunch.

What can they control?

Anything. Each deity only gets one concept but nobody else gets that one

Is a Deity’s control immediate?

Not typically. The DoMountains can’t instantly erect or remove a mountain, but can do so within a shocking amount of time.

What about overlapping control?

This is to ask, can there be a DoParenthood and DoMothers at the same time? And if so, how does their control work? As always, you can decide what the answers are, but below are my answers.

Yes, multiple deities can be of things that overlap. The above example gives a complete overlap, but partialities are equally possible. DoLove and DoFire can easily overlap with arsonists.

I would imagine that the amount of control over any given thing would sum together based on percentages. Imagine what a river is, and everything that you would consider a river. This is 100% of what the DoRivers controls. Imagine what water is, and everything you would consider water. Your previous idea of a river fits within, say, 10% of what the DoWater controls.

If DoRivers was doing something that the DoWater didn’t like, they can inhibit the DoRivers by 10%. This means that the DoRivers can only do about 90% of the river stuff they normally could. This is both a limiting and slowing effect.

If DoWater was helping the DoRivers, this would at max be by 10%. Meaning the DoRivers can do 110% of the river stuff they normally could. This is both an expanding and accelerating effect.

How many are there?

I don’t really care. There isn’t a set number so there can be as many or few as wanted. I would side with having a whole bunch because things become more interesting but you do you. We needn’t share the same deities.

Why is a deity created?

It varies between each, with no common criteria between each coming into existence.

Are Deities Immortal?

No. It’s damn hard to kill one, but not impossible. Although for some it becomes academic debate. Could you really kill the DoDeath? How would you?

What happens if two deities get it on?

Gross.

A random and largely novel unity of the two deities will result. I feel like the best way to explore what this means is to list possible offspring.

DoDeath + DoPreservation = Mummies come to life

DoLuck + DoParenthood = The odds of pregnancy are swapped for all mortals

DoFire + DoMemory = Every mortal now shares every memory involving fire

DoEnergy + DoMetal = Automatons become a naturally occurring race

DoWeather + DoFractal = New cloud is formed which rains smaller copies of itself

If these pairings were to happen again, it is unlikely that we would get the same result, although not strictly impossible. In a prior conception of all this, I had considered that each pairing could only have one offspring at a time. I offer this idea to you, but don’t want to include it in my “formal” description.

Plus, I’ve limited it to pairs, but as I’ve said ad nauseam, feel free to allow more deities to create one offspring.

What does a deity look like to mortals?

From a half remembered video I saw on the topic, Cthulhu is only really described as a moving mountain. This is a lot like what a given deity looks like. Some can condense into a more comprehensible form, but it is generally difficult to describe them or compare them to other things. Stood next to a ruler, you wouldn’t be able to tell how tall they are.

Mortals

What are they?

Any living thing born in Reality. I couldn’t decide on a different, better name so I hope it isn’t too confusing. Sorry.

I would only have humans in this situation, but elves, orcs, and whatnot could easily fit in too. They have access to technology and magic, freely combining the two if they want. Not everything is possible, but it all can be discovered eventually.

Anything else?

Not really. I’m really only intrigued in deities so this section is going to be way lighter than the others. Again, sorry. I’m willing to answer questions but nothing you could propose is wrong.

Conscious Deital Offspring

What are they?

As was described earlier, they are the novel offspring of two deities, but the key detail is that these suckers are conscious. This isn’t always the case, but we are looking at when it is.

What relationships do they have?

While the specifics, as always, depend on who we’re looking at, but however they can interact with mortals will be very similar to the way they can interact with deities. If an offspring is generally incapable of friendship but is constantly trying to barter with mortals, it’ll be the same with deities.

How do their minds handle Super-Reality?

Quite well. Being the offspring of the divine effectively inoculates them from being overloaded by the immense information of both the deities and Super-Reality.

This should be everything I had in my head except a story I got from a song which expanded into all of this. I will post that under this later but it is very late for me so I apologize if I spelled or grammared wrong in some sections or made something exceedingly unclear. I am very tired. Feel free to ask questions whoever sees this and I’ll try and answer tomorrow.