#i had a random thought at work and just had to get it out of my head

[vampzity]

it’s something about jealous chan.

it wasn’t often that he would get this way— that singular raised eyebrow, snarky remarks, the squeezing of your thigh. though when he did, it was noticeable. blatantly obvious.

he didn’t like when guys talked to you, or even be anywhere near you. it drove him nuts seeing a smile creep onto your face from just talking to another guy, or when you laughed at someone else’s joke. why didn’t you react that way with him?

was he the problem?

oh but he was. you two weren’t dating— in fact were merely just friends, but you did know of each other. despite that, chan wanted you all to himself. he admired every part of you, and wanted nothing more than to shield you from the male gaze.

the music was louder than anything around you, but you didn’t care. here you were, in a random room with a complete stranger. you had no idea where bangchan was, nor did you care— well, you were too drunk to care.

your moans we’re soft and persistent as his lips bit and nipped at your skin, leaving small marks against your neck. his hand slipped up your dress, brushing over your clothed area slightly.

you wanted this, you needed this.

so why did it still feel like it wasn’t enough?

because it wasn’t him?

the boy’s hand tugged at your skirt, eager to pull it off only to be stopped by someone coming into the room. you whined out, looking over to see bangchan standing in the door way. before you could say anything, he invited himself in, leaving you in a confused dazed.

“Chan?! I thought you went home?”

“You think this is funny?”

You furrowed your eyebrows at him, watching as he walked over to the two of you, glaring at the boy harshly.

“Woah man, I didn’t know this was your girl.” you sighed, moving away from the boy and giving Chan an annoyed look.

“He’s not my boyfriend. He’s just a friend and needs to act like one.”

chan grabbed him by the arm, pulling him out the room and closing it behind him. you heard the lock click making you sit up. you stared at him blankly, unsure of what to say to him. you had no idea what he was thinking or what his intentions were, but you remembered this expression before. the scoffing, the rolling of his eyes.

jealousy.

he was jealous.

“Before you get all riled up. It was nothing Chan, we barely did anything.”

he walked over to you, eyeing your neck for a moment before laughing to himself. a small red mark was painted into your skin, turning almost a soft purple. you’ve surely done it now and this may have been enough to set him off.

“Barely did anything, huh?”

he glared at you, his eyes feeling as if they were stinging into your skin. his eyes trailed down your skin, being met with multiple bite marks, and the small tints of pink that threatened to form into a hickey. he peeked at your skirt, seeing the zipper half way undone. your heels laid a mess on the floor as the male’s jacket rested beside them.

“I don’t understand what you’re getting all worked up about.” you stumbled up, rolling your eyes at him as you bent over to grab your heels.

chan grabbed your wrist, pulling you back up and holding it by his head. He squeezed it, his nails digging into your delicate skin.

“Chan— ow, let go of me!”

your brain was fuzzy, legs so numb, you couldn’t quite grasp what was going on. one thing was for sure though, you were desperate. desperate for his attention, desperate for someone to touch you and make you feel as if you were worth something.

and the gaze he gave you, only made that feeling it worse.

“What will it take for your dumb little brain to realize.”

he leaned in, his face merely inches away from your own. the tension between you two grew, making your body heat up and your heart beat out of your chest.

“I don’t like other people touching what’s mine.”

you stayed quiet, feeling his glare worsen as he backed you up against the wall. he let go of your wrist, his hand grazing under your chin softly.

“And calling me a friend?”

your skin was hot to the touch as he brushed his lips by your neck, smelling a mix of your perfume and the previous man.

“Bold choice of words for someone who begs for me every other night, isn’t that right bunny?”

this is what you wanted. his attention— you wanted him to notice you, to want you as bad as you wanted him. his gaze was still harsh, not softening in even the slightest. his free hand slipped under your skirt, his fingers running along your clothed area. a soft whimper escaped you, making you shift slightly in reaction.

he circled your clit softly with his two fingers, his lips kissing against your neck. he sunk his teeth into the same areas the man did, only harder receiving a small yelp out of you.

chan tugged at your band of your underwear, pulling it down until it fell to your ankles. he slipped his fingers between your folds, gathering a bit of your slick.

“Chan, fuck— more.”

“So needy, aren’t you baby..”

you nodded your head, feeling his fingers push into you softly. your walls clenched around him as they curled, hitting your sweet spot perfectly. his hooded eyes felt as if they burned a whole into your skull. he tilted his head at you, watching you fall apart as he pumped his fingers into you repeatedly and not letting up.

“You like that?” he wrapped his arm around your waist, holding up your weight as your knees began to buckle under him.

“Is this what you wanted? Poor bunny wanted my attention, hm?”

he pulled his fingers out of you, placing them on his tongue to taste. a low growl escaped his mouth as you both watched your string of slick connect from his tongue to his finger.

“As much as I wanna give you what you want,” he pushed you onto the bed, bending you over just enough to expose your ass through your skirt.

“You sadly don’t deserve the princess treatment.”

chan quickly undid his buckle, pulling his pants down slightly. he pulled his cock out of his band, rubbing it softly against your folds. he threw his head back, pushing himself in you just enough for you to feel his tip.

“Fuck baby..” his hand gripped your waist as his cock sank deeper into you, feeling your walls constantly squeeze at him.

he fastened his pace, pushing his tip against your sweet spot with every motion. his nails dug into your skin, his strokes getting sloppier by the minute as he fucked his emotions into you.

you didn’t even deserve this— you were about to give yourself away to some random man all because he wasn’t paying attention to you. but god, was it so hot to see how desperate you were. watching you fuck on the closest thing you could find, only to realize they were nothing in comparison to himself.

he wrapped his arm under your waist, pulling you up against his body. his hand held the front of your neck, squeezing it softly but still allowing you to breathe.

“All these guys, and they don’t fuck you like I do huh?”

you whimpered and moaned as he pounded into you, showing no mercy. chan dug his nails into your neck, making you cry out in response.

“Aww, too fucked out you can’t even respond to me? That’s too bad.”

his grip onto your neck wouldn’t let up, your legs shaking as they felt like they would give out at any moment. chan relentlessly fucked you, his thrusts getting harder and faster as he felt himself slipping.

“Chan.. oh my god.” he kissed at the back of your neck, groaning against your skin as he felt your walls quiver around him.

“Gonna cum for me baby?”

he was practically out of breath at this point, his tip leaking into you. you nodded, knowing any marks you once had were now going to be replaced by the marking of his nails. he pushed your body toward the bed once again, fucking you into the mattress with no remorse.

a small white ring formed around his member as your drunken whines filled the room, begging him to slow down as you reached your peak.

“that’s it, let it out f’me.”

within seconds he let himself go, his own pleasure leaking out of your abused hole and mixing with your juices. chan let out a large sigh, feeling you pulsate around his cock as his thrusts slowed.

“Feel so good when I fill you up.” he mumbled, pulling his cock out of you.

he pushed two fingers into you, pumping them slowly as he watched your thighs squeeze from overstimulation. he used his free hand to grab you by the hair, pulling your head up. you cried out in pain, feeling his fingers curl inside of you.

“The next time you talk to another man..” he leaned over, lips only a few inches away from your ear.

“If I even see another man touch you, i’ll make sure he watches me destroy you.”

chan pulled his fingers out of you, placing a soft kiss against your cheek. he pulled up his pants, hand running against the curve of your ass.

“Are we clear bunny?”

💌: took me a little longer than i hopped to finish this but it’s ok hehe. i hope you guys enjoyed !

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[xjulixred45x]

I'm doing nothing right now, and to kill time (because I can't write requests from here), I decided to bring up this TWST idea that's been plaguing my mind.

A Yuu who's a parent

And I'm not talking about a Yuu who's a teenage or young parent, no, I'm talking about an adult Yuu, of legal age, who has had a job for YEARS, EVEN HAVE MULTIPLE CHILDREN!!

Who had the bad luck of being run over by the black carriage while doing something mundane like taking out the trash or coming home from work😅

Can you imagine the characters' reactions to an adult man/woman appearing out of nowhere at the entrance ceremony? Not even a member of the staff, just a random human without magic who is suddenly surrounded by teenage boys (almost the same age as their children).

An adult Yuu can probably "make themself understood" better by Crowley than a minor Yuu, since they understand the gravity of the situation and their basic civil rights, especially how to negotiate. Of course, that doesn't mean the Ramshakle dorm room is spotless, but at least it's fixed faster than in canon.

OH GOD, GRIM! Part of me thinks Grim would have more patience/respect for an adult Yuu, and the other part knows that's a complete lie. Although at least Grim seems to have more trust in this new maternal/paternal figure in his life.

Did you see how Inosuke gets when Tanjiro is friendly to him? That's Grim every time YuuMom/Dad says something maternal/paternal to him or is friendly/patient with him.

Ace is still a little shit at first, obviously, but I think he softens quickly, just like in canon. DEUCE, on the other hand, is almost immediately bland. Yuu reminds him so much of his mother that it's not even funny. If you thought these two were protective of the normal Yuu, brace yourself. This is THEIR PARENT NOW, AND THEY'RE THE ONLY ONES WHO DISRESPECT THEM>:(

Their relationships with the other dorm leaders would be just as funny and/or cute.

Riddle DEFINITELY needs a Yuumom/Dad in his life the most. Even though their first interaction was probably fatal (no parent, ESPECIALLY a JAPANESE one, would put up with Riddle's tantrums), I can see Riddle being naturally drawn to them these days.

This kid needs a father/mother figure who makes him understand that making mistakes is a way of learning, and Yuumom/Dad help make learning fun! Just like the Robinson family.

I also get the feeling Riddle would like to know the basics of the original work/world of Yuu (especially if they work in a field like a doctor or lawyer) and it ends up being a two-way street, with Riddle learning about Yuu's world and them learning about Twisted Wonderland.

Leona, another who needs someone to recognize him as his own person and not as a hindrance or a lesser version of his brother. It's obviously one of the hardest to have a positive relationship, but not impossible. Especially after Book 3, where Leona sees Yuu in a more respectful light instead of annoying.

They do the typical things you'd think of as a parent-child relationship, like when Yuu does certain things like scold Leona for sleeping too much, skipping classes, and straightening his uniform—things Leona complains about but doesn't stop them. It's a rare kind of positive attention.

Or when Yuu congratulates him on something specific they NOTICED he's improved, when they let him wander around the ramshakle dorm, etc. Let's just say it's an unwritten rule in Savanaclaw not to mess with Yuumom/dad from now on.

Azul also has a certain trick. He probably had more trouble with an adult Yuu than a student due to, well, life's advantages (any adult knows that contracts made by minors aren't valid—) and ends up having a mixture of fear and respect for them.

Fortunately, there's also a certain soft spot for Yuu, especially because of his age and paternal/maternal attitude. they probably reminds him of his mom.

For that reason, it's not unusual for Yuu to end up going to the Monster Lounge from time to time just to catch up with Azul, make sure he's not doing anything suspicious, and get something to eat. The usual.

KALIM. LOVES. YUUMOM/DAD. Yuu can barely keep up with all his energy, but it's contagious.

Jamil will have to get Kalim to tone down the intensity a few notches for the sake of Yuu's blood pressure, especially if he wants to surprise them with a magic carpet ride. they liked it! they swears! Just let them know next time!

they are also a great source of comfort after Jamil's Overplot. Let's just say that with their help, Kalim is trying to learn a few things about social norms.

Have you seen that typical mom/dad style of dress? Mothers in plain/patterned blouses and fathers in knee-length pants? Yep, that's Yuumom/dad. And Vil won't STAND IT. Practically their first interaction is picking out a new wardrobe for them. IT BURNS HIS EYES--

Aside from that, I can see Vil being genuinely flustered when Yuu criticizes his behavior, whether out of habit or because, well, parents are good at making points (and knowing the entertainment industry, very few adults care THAT much).

There's also the fact that Yuu's compliments are painfully sweet and genuine, like that "you're such a handsome young man!" meme, and Vil can't help but feel more arrogant than usual when Yuu compliments him like that. Parental stuff.

Idia ironically has a good relationship (within reason) with his parents, but that doesn't mean he's scared of Yuu at first, precisely because there's nothing more terrifying than seeing them angry.

He's also bothered by Yuu trying to get him out of his room so often, or by joining Ortho in bringing him food that isn't fast food. Damn it, he gets it!

He's a huge tsundere, which is why he hasn't banned them from Ignihide after all.

Malleus is definitely the one who most relies on Yuumom/dad's positive attention. Not only does this human lack fear of him, but they treats him like a normal teenager, with normal problems, even going so far as to scold him when he deserves it. What does Yuu care if he's a prince? He speaks to people with respect!

Yuu has so much power that he can make Malleus apologize by sounding arrogant, stop him from electrocuting people, or make him think about his actions, all because Malleus would rather put aside his ego than think that his new friend/father/Mother figure is angry with him :(

Thanks to this, Malleus goes to the ramshakle dorm even more often than expected, whether it's to tell Yuu something new he learned about the school's gargoyles, ask for advice on how to make friends, etc.

I like to think that this Yuu is very homesick for being around the kids, especially if they have children at home waiting for them. Which probably does something unusual: it causes the principals to unite to pressure Crowley to return home as soon as possible.

They have grown attached to Yuumom/dad, yes, but the thought that Yuu's children don't have their parent, that they are waiting for their return, that they are suffering, twists their stomachs.

Until then, They'll be in charge of protecting Yuu as much as possible until they can return home to their family!

Shares, reblogs and comments are very welcome!

Let me know if you want me to share any more ideas I have for Yuus!

[garageofshumii]

saying something nice about every f1 driver on the current grid (because i've gone through a few things recently and we need to spread positivity as much as we can in this chaotic sport):

max verstappen: max has gone through one of, if not, the toughest childhoods out of everyone in the current f1 grid and he hasn't always had the great time in f1 either (his early rookie days) and as such he's always nice and caring to the rookies as he knows what it's like to have no one there for you. he has the natural ability to extract the best out of the worst cars and that's the reason why he's a multiple time world champion.

yuki tsunoda: yuki has dealt with so much bullshit from helm*t marko and the whole redbull team and he's finally getting the chance in a team where he can show the world the talent he has. he also just wants to open a restaurant which is just so wholesome- random thought: gordon ramsay and yuki tsunoda would make an amazing team.

george russell: george performs as a really solid driver even though he's always had to stand in other people's shadow. he's never really seen as a title contender even though he's put it the work and he's improving all the time but he still has a smile on his face and his t-pose is iconic.

kimi antonelli: kimi has an insanely mature mindset considering he's just 18. he's determined to finish high school yet he's dedicating himself so much to mercedes and f1, and pulling off brilliant performances that aren't applauded as much as they should be because it's just what people expect from him given the hype surrounding him. he is a hard worker and talented- the combination needed to be successful.

charles leclerc: charles is the epitome of loyalty and a lot of people forget how much he has lost (his father, jules, anthoine) yet he still keeps going and puts up with all of ferrari's bullshit. charles also works multiple jobs as he has to create a strategy all by himself some races- he deserves a championship so much and i really hope he gets it one day.

lewis hamilton: lewis has defied every single odd to get to where he is today and he is a fighter that inspires everyone around him. i truly believe his move to ferrari will work out because he will bring the team together, even if he has to relive his worst nightmares (2016 spain) to do it.

lance stroll: lance is overhated and he gives really thoughtful gifts- he organised for a tree to be planted for seb, who's always thinking about the environment and saving the planet. he could have bought some other random gift but the tree is truly special! not to mention multiple nice personalised gifts for pierre.

fernando alonso: fernando has raced against three schumachers and two verstappens and a ridiculous number of f1 legends, even beating them in some cases. he is still able to perform well and just truly enjoys what he does- his performances are electric and he's one of f1's greatest drivers.

lando norris: lando advocates for mental health which is really important in a sport where the driver's are expected to fit into a certain "image" of being tough and not showing emotion. he also always tends to make time for young karters/fans and has the ability to put together fast laps.

oscar piastri: oscar is only in his third season in f1 and is a championship contender. he has world championship levels of raw talent and speed and he has the maturity and mindset of a more experienced driver. it's not a matter of if he wins a title, it's a matter of when. he's also sometimes disliked for "not showing emotion" but he's only really like that during races (which is just his personality as a driver) and if you take one look at a social media video like the ones with lando or even the prema videos he has the best smile ever (bunny teeth!! he's perfect).

pierre gasly: pierre is another victim of the redbull team and has dealt with that in his own way (winning a race in an alpha tauri?!). he didn't get the career he deserves and i hope he gets another chance to showcase what he can actually do with a good car.

jack doohan: jack is the subject of so much media scrutiny but he's showing what he's actually capable of and anyone who's career is in the hands of flavio is a person with enough bravery to face anything.

alex albon: despite everything, alex is in my opinion one of (if not) the nicest guys on the grid and he is also a victim of redbull. he's just a really likeable guy and i'm glad he's found a team that appreciates him- he has dedicated himself to williams and i look forward for the day when his hard work pays off.

carlos sainz: carlos has proven that he can perform in multiple different teams regardless of the circumstances. there are only a handful of drivers who have ever done that and that just shows how important he is to the sport. he's also a hardworker for every team he goes to and that's why he can bounce back from setbacks like in australia 2024 and he's the reason why max's records have been stopped where they are (singapore 2023).

ollie bearman: ollie's performances so far have been extremely impressive considering the situation (debut race on one of the harder circuits on the calendar: no preparation except for a one hour practice session, brazil 2024: despite not scoring points he still finished the race which is an achievement in itself, china 2025: pulling off so many brilliant overtakes in a haas, bahrain 2025: going from p20 to p10 in a haas?!). he's also such a positive guy and you cannot possibly hate him.

esteban ocon: estie bestie has gone through so much shit and deserves so much better than what he's had to put up with. he is truly overhated and this year is going to be good for him. i think his move to haas was the best thing he could have done and bearcon is my favourite current teammate pairing. his interactions with laura are also so wholesome and i think in haas, he now has the opportunity to shine in the way he deserves with a team that supports him completely.

nico hulkenberg: nico is a talented and experienced driver who was just unlucky when it came to his career. he truly gives off dad energy and is a great teammate to gabi. he's always been a very good teammate especially to rookies, given the way he supported ollie during his super sub stand ins and the way he shared the wisdom he has as a more experienced driver.

gabriel bortoleto: gabi has the pressures of representing brazil in formula 1 and is expected to live up to drivers like ayrton senna, max verstappen (one of his heros) and fernando alonso (his manager). he has an impressive junior racing career that just shows how well he can do and the potential he has.

liam lawson: liam has not had the easiest path to formula 1 and his journey is still a bit like a rollercoaster ride. new zealand is not a place where there's a lot of racing opportunity but his sheer determination has served him well and it will continue to serve him well throughout his career. he has made mistakes but at the same time he's only 23 and everyone makes mistakes and he's also a victim of redbull. he will eventually show just how well he can perform and his love for cars and lightning mcqueen is unrivalled.

isack hadjar: isack barely missed out on the f2 title and he has shown that he can perform even with the pressure he's been facing and the helm*t marko bullshit he's had to deal with. he has been dragging the racing bulls into places where he's beating top teams and he's good in qualifying and has good race pace. he's also a social media icon.

[shuenkio]

愛 I want your Salty ! - 이희승

Paring: Heeseung X M!reader

Synopsis ; It was a teasing joke but who knows your boyfriend would actually let you taste his "Salty" Water?

Genre: Smut Cw: Smau. Non proof read

This is a work of fanfiction, do not throw unnecessary tantrums on this nsfw/sfw blog. ©Shuenkio

A/n: ik there'd be some part that different from the starter, since my brain is not braining— anyway.

In a day of normal life of Mn who always wanted someone who can understand him and can handle him at his worst not only his emotion but his behavior too since he know himself that, he can't control his running lip and thought sometime despite being a random rambler person, and it was just a dream and hoping to find a perfect boyfriend right? right but not until someone like his tinder profile, and text him that they want to meet him, a normal single date between two guys wouldn't hurt a try, so Mn give it a short, lower his expectation and standard so he can take anything they could offer.

Lord have mercy, it not what Mn have expected, the person who asked him out on a date named, Heeseung is just far more than he could imagine after exchange each other life story. Mn was about to explode after learning that Heeseung was just as much as him, just a different body at least, he was casual, blunt, quite, bold and understandable kind of person which make it so perfect if he would be Mn's boyfriend.

Which soon turn to be true, it not Mn who asked the taller if he had a partner, it the other way around. the red hair didnt play once he also find his perfect love on a random day and he would let it slip into thin air? not a chance, after the date end that day, he immediately asked Mn out and asked him to be his, not for a time being but forever, and when Mn ensure about a second thoughts, Heeseung didn't care one bit if there any negative about Mn, He calmy response he know when he see one and that's not his Mn. And the answer cannot be No, if Hee want it he would do anything....

Present time

The day fall into dark, replace by the thousands stars filled the empty sky, the moon were amazing today, it light shine bright through every corner of the busy night city. Mn and Heeseung just got back from running errands today and making both of their ways back to their shared apartment home. Due to the hot weather from the day, when Mn spotted a ice cream truck he was thinking to grab some to cool down their body, and Heeseung just go along with it, anything for his Boyfriend.

And they continue on their way back home, as both of them have ice cream in their palm, licking, sucking, savoring the taste with it cold and yummy flavor. As Mn was eating, he is licking a scoop of ice cream which make his brain freeze for a moment. Heeseung chuckled to the sight, find t amusing and adorable when Mn acting like a toddler. Mn knot his brows together, his expression turn to a fake sulking that draw more laugh from the latter. The good time last for a while, before an idea pop up when Mn thought of something that could make his Boyfriend stun or even freaking shock.

"Stop snorting, This ice cream was too sweet that i could get diabetes ugh why don't you help me" Mn let out a sassy sigh and look away, hoping he would respond to his favor.

"By what, i don't have anything on me except a bottle of water, do want it?" Hee claimed, as he was about to pull out a water bottled from his backpack but was stopped why Mn comments.

"Oh so you thought i want that bland water? joke on you i want a salty one- from You" Smirk appear on Mn face, express the teasing in his tone with a hint of actually want it, knowing that Heeseung won't do such thing, and Mn know his taller bf know what he mean. Result Heeseung to turn his head slowly toward his lover, raise one of his eyebrows,That's even Mn cant even read his face.

Yet he not actually looking and pay much attention to Mn right now, Hee looking for a nearby restroom.

"What are you looking for? Don't take it seriously i was joking let's go back home, it getting late" Mn disappointed and awkward ate him up as nothing slip from Heeseung lip, it was pure silent. Mn was ready to go back home at instant only to get his back collar hooked by Heeseung's finger and dragging Mn to the restroom nearby.

"Don't be, i never said i would not give what you want, you said what you said right?"

"Heeseung....!"

////

Inside the empty restroom, with barely nobody came across at this hour, Heeseung and Mn were in the same stall, just the two of them.

With Heeseung sitting on the toilet, Mn were sitting down on the floor. A lopsided grin painted in the taller face as his fingers dug into the waistband of his pants, all at once before pool down everything on his ankle, with a quite a shift of the fabric, his cock was exposed- vulnerable in a way that giving Mn access to his liking, the cool air brushing over the heated skin making him twitching and throbbing.

"Go on suck it like how you wanted, i don't mind since you like it"

Mn blinked, jaw ticking slightly, like his brain had short circuited but refused to believe what his lover just did.

"Uhhh can i even?-"

"If you don't I'm going to make you yourself darling, do it as you please, suck my cock until it dripping, leaking, and load you milk by the time it fucking drown your throat, like you want it Mn, my salty cum- do i need to say more?"

Heeseung even making sure he was making the right statement for his clueless boyfriend so he could feel at ease, as he lean backward, spread his legs more for his Mn to giving him more entry. He always been the understanding one, quietly patient, nothing really shock him anymore, he would give all the things Mn desire.

Mn eyes spark with satisfations the kind that came when something he longing for finally here. As he slowly insert his boyfriend's jotting massive cock inside his warm mouth then began to bobbing his head in a steady rhyme, taking his time to make this moment longer. While Heeseung just sit still, doing nonthing.

"Just like that Mn, wrapped that hungry lip like you want to eat this cock- fuck hell yeah" The empty room are now filled with soft groan and moaning from the stall, not even care if there anyone would hear them, this is all pleasure that cannot be stop.

Heeseung’s breath caught, shoulders pressing back as his fingers curled tight in hair. He wasn’t being loud, he couldn’t be, but the sounds still slipped from him, unfiltered and low. Quiet groans rolled out of his chest, scattered and rough around the edges like he didn’t know how to hold them in anymore.

"Ah… fuck…" His voice was barely above a whisper, but every word felt heavy, soaked in heat.

The mouth on him moved with intention. Not rushed. Not teasing. Just steady, like something worth savoring. Tongue soft and warm as it swept along the underside, slow and sure, before easing back again. Heeseung shuddered, jaw clenching as his thighs twitched.

He looked down and swore again, eyes glazed, lips parted, chest rising in shallow waves.

"You’re gonna make me… shit, Don't you stop"

Heeseung’s hand dropped to the stall wall, palm flat, searching for something solid. The way he was being taken in wasn’t rough, but it was overwhelming in its care. Like every second had been memorized.

He let out a moan, voice caught in the back of his throat.

"God, your mouth…"

His body trembled as that warmth coiled tight in his stomach. The way he was being taken in, steadily, deeper with each pass, had him spiraling. Heeseung could barely breathe. His other hand tangled deeper in Mn hair, not guiding, just holding on.

"You’re gonna kill me," he whispered, a choked sound following right after.

"Don’t stop. Please. Just… don’t."

His hips jerked once, breath staggering, and the mouth around him adjusted with the same smooth pressure, never missing a beat. A soft hum followed, intentional or not, it didn’t matter. It was the last thing he needed.

“Fuck, I’m gonna…cum, cum cumming ”

With a low, shaky moan, Heeseung tensed. His breath stilled. Then he came, with a massive load, it was quiet but intense, his toes curling as a sound escaped him, raw, soft, almost reverent.

"Swallow it, don't leave any drop darling, just like you need to refresh your sweet tongue"

His head tipped back, neck bared to the too-bright lights above, chest rising in uneven waves as he tried to remember how to breathe. Fingers still tangled, body still pulsing from the aftershock.

"Was it salty like you want now?"

Mn nodded satisfied.

Who wouldn't when you get to suck Dick, especially from someone you loved.

[the-maid-of-witchwood]

Finally, I dare you to gimme your Grace headcanons (gotta round out the trio)

Yes!

First of all a quick apology - sorry, Grace, we should have done you first as the eldest.

Full name is Grace Marian Chasity and I will die on this hill

She was born in Scotland

(Extended family is British)

They visit once a year over Thanksgiving break because the Chasities don’t celebrate non-religious holidays

Her first eight words were all colours, starting with purple because her mother wears it a lot, until she met baby Steph and picked up “Effanie”

Was a very quiet and non-fussy baby so her parents took her to church real early

Lucy also took her birdwatching at this age because nobody else would go with her - it’s also where Grace gets her passion for birds (nighthawks) welfare from

Was really late learning to walk

Learnt to walk because her father dropped a book on the floor once and she instinctively went to put it on the shelf. Mark got into the habit of just throwing books (lightly) across the room to have Grace fetch them

There’s so many home videos of her stopping what she was doing, retrieving the books and telling her dad off for making a mess, sending him to prayer to apologise to God

Grace and Richie have been kinda friends since elementary

She was shorter than Ruth for first grade and then kinda grew a little taller in second grade

As a child, she had a pet hamster called Prudence

She plays the flute and is in the school orchestra, there’s only two flutes (the other is PJ)

Loves history, especially stuff on royalty

Her favourite historical period is the renaissance

Reads a lot of historical non-fiction

Ruth eventually gets her into Six the Musical and then got really concerned after Grace casually described Samantha Pauly’s version of All You Wanna Do as relatable

This only becomes more worrying when Grace offhandedly mentions relating to Becky because of Stanley

(Both Max and Gabe are really creepy and weird with her, we need to acknowledge it more)

She is a huge Shakespeare nerd, like will give Angela a run for her money

Trevor is meant to be a Hall Monitor with her but he chickens out of actually telling anyone off, so Grace has to pick up his slack

Grace is part of her church’s Nativity every year, she’s always an angel. Not Gabriel, Gabe always gets that part, just a random angel. Rose always got Mary, when she was still there

Her memory is really good, she remembers the smallest of things

Takes pride in being one of the eldest in the class and has always used that to make up for her lack of height

She helps out in the school shows as line prompt and is definitely humming along in the wings

Caitlyn has a bit of a crush on her and lowkey jealous of other people getting close to her

Literally the only person who likes Harmony Jones (Greenpeace girl), definitely her first crush

After going to Beanie’s with the group, she may or may not have been caught blushing at Zoey too

She can draw fairly well, but only really likes doing landscape and buildings - her portfolio is just made up of churches and castles

She wants to learn how to dance but, beyond the Scottish country dancing she’s picked up at family weddings, she has no idea what she’s doing

Has never broken a bone and is disgusted by the thought

Doesn’t like the idea of being behind the wheel, so hasn’t learnt to drive. Had one unofficial lesson with Steph and freaked out

Gets travel sick very easily

Gets really heavy periods and painful cramps, has been to the doctor - there’s nothing wrong so they just suggested taking birth control to not have her periods which Grace and her parents refused

(And maybe she regrets it once a month)

PANSEXUAL

Somewhere on the aroace spectrum too but hasn’t worked it out yet

The eldest of the group and certified mom-friend

Will hold their hands when crossing the street

In spite of their links to witchcraft and Satanism, Grace really wants a pet cat

Yes, the eldest thing is mentioned multiple times; it’s what Grace would want.

I’ve already done all of Grace’s ship headcanons at this point (Lautity, Spankity/Bible Study and Lautskity), so just for fun…

Holystage, Bible Passion, Halohat or whatever else we can come up with (Caitlyn x Grace):

Definitely were set up by Trevor with some help from Ruth

(Not fully though because Ruth hates Caitlyn)

Caitlyn is the only other child in Grace’s neighbourhood

Caitlyn blows her kisses from the stage

Caitlyn encourages Grace to try on her costumes and they have a lot of photos of them messing around in the dressing room (featuring Josephine + the boys when they sneak in)

Their friend groups kinda mostly hate each other (playfully) but put up with each other for their sake

Grace always buys Caitlyn red roses (Cait’s favourite flower) for her shows, including dress rehearsals

Caitlyn returns the favour by showing up with flowers (Grace doesn’t have a particular favourite, but it’s usually carnations) after Grace’s orchestral performances

They make music together

Caitlyn can play a shit ton of instruments, but is currently teaching Grace how to play the piano

Grace runs lines with Caitlyn and, in spite of her limited knowledge in acting being Shakespeare, helps her improve her performance

Miss Mulberry loves them

Grace also brings baked goods for Caitlyn to share with her costars and crew in rehearsals

The cottagecore girlfriends of all time

Grace has a type and it’s just Mariah.

[sukumna]

@DominantSirRyo has sent you a message . . .

triggers. ryomen sukuna x fem!reader. cnc. bdsm. kidnapping. asphyxiation. drowning. rough sex. degradation. fear play. d/s dynamics. MDNI

word count. 2.7k

authors note. i never thought i would finish this fic yall,,its been sitting in my docs collecting dust. i lowkey hate it but whateves. NOT PROOFREAD!

“See, your account’s been verified. Now, just select the kinks you’re interested in, and within a few weeks, someone will match with you. If no one’s available, the app will notify you.” Your friend hands you back your phone, where the list of kinks is laid out.

“And what if I match with some creep? This whole thing feels sketchy.”

“No, you’ll only meet professionals. The app was created by a BDSM club owner, and he makes sure the professionals match up with people who don’t know what they’re doing,” your friend says with a roll of her eyes. “So, it’s not like you’re meeting just some random guy who likes choking women. These are people who are well-versed in kink.”

“I don’t know…” you mumble hesitantly.

“Why do you think this app hasn’t blown up on social media or any kink sites? It’s invite-only. My sister’s boyfriend helps run it, so he slipped me the invite code. Trust me, you won’t get murdered, and you don’t even have to meet up if you don’t want to. You were the one who told me none of your past doms did it for you.”

She raises an eyebrow. She’s got a point. You can rarely get off during safe sex anymore. You’ve only ever reached climax while reading taboo smut or on the rare occasions you’ve had kinky encounters.

“I just want you to be satisfied. You’ve been kind of a bitch without sex.”

“Oh, wow!” You feign offense, clutching your chest.

“Hey,” she laughs. “I’m just being honest! Try it out! Let me know when you match with someone.”

“If I do it.”

“When you do it!” she insists.

—

You scroll through the app, clicking the kinks you’re open to.

Piss kink – No | depends | if forced | yes

Necrophilia – No | depends | if forced | yes

You click ‘No’ for both and scroll further down the list. Yes, you’re doing this. You’re tired of being sexually frustrated. Like your friend said, you’re a bitch when you’re not getting satisfied.

Primal Kink – Yes, please

CNC – Yes…

Unprotected Sex – No, not with a stranger

Kidnapping – Yes, no explanation needed

Dom/Sub – Yes, obviously

Coercion – Yes

Pregnancy kink – Yes, don’t judge

Waterboarding – Yes…

Asphyxiation – Yes!

Fear Play – Yes…

Rough Sex – Yes, a must

You continue scrolling through the lengthy list, considering whether or not you want to try these with strangers. After finishing, you’re led to the next page.

‘Please describe your ideal roleplay scenario. Be thorough, leave nothing to the imagination.’

You bite your lip, thinking of the fanfics you’ve saved. You type your fantasies out, each detail more intense than the last. After clicking ‘next,’ you’re taken to a final page.

‘Click submit to put your profile live. Once you do, you’ll be matched with one or several kinksters. You can decline any offers you don’t find appealing. All profiles are verified, and you’ll only be matched with professionals. Be patient and have fun!’

You hesitate for a moment before clicking ‘Submit’ and hurriedly tossing your phone to the other side of the bed.

—

Two weeks later, you receive a match.

Lying on the couch after a long day at work, you’re reading a smutty fanfic when a notification pops up. It’s from the app. You forgot about it for the last few days, thinking no one would be interested in fulfilling your deepest, darkest fantasies. You sit up, heart racing as you click on the notification.

It’s from @DominantSirRyo.

‘Hello, Y/N. We matched 100% in kinks and interests. I’d like to know if you’re interested in meeting, or if you’d prefer to chat first.’

100%? That means every single one of your wildest fantasies. You click on his profile, scrolling through his photos. This has to be fake. There’s no way someone this attractive matched with you. He’s tall, muscular, with a strong jawline and a dangerous vibe. He looks like he could crush you with one hand—but also like he could hold you close, protect you from anyone who dared touch you.

You click on his “About Me.”

‘Hello, I’m Ryomen Sukuna. I’m 42. You will address me as ‘Sir’ during playtime. My kinks include but aren’t limited to: D/s dynamics, CNC, rough fucking, asphyxiation, primal play, and master-slave relationships. You can learn more about me if I deem you worthy. Goodbye.’

Okay, he’s got an ego. But you can work with that. You shamelessly like that in a man. You type out your response, hesitant but intrigued.

‘Hey, I’m Y/N. Nice to meet you… i guess?’

‘I know your name, silly girl.’

‘Oh… right.’

‘Sorry, didn’t mean to come off as rude. You have a beautiful name.’

‘Thanks… I don’t really know what to say…’

‘Do you want to get to know me or would you rather jump straight into building a scene?’

You hesitate, thinking about the choices. Do you want to get to know him better, or just dive straight in? You already know the basics. If this was an app like Tinder, you’d be planning a hookup by now.

‘I think we should build a scene and maybe get to know each other while we’re doing that?’

‘That works for me. I read your fantasies, and I’m thinking of building on that by…’

—

You sit in your car outside a secluded bar on the outskirts of town. Only two other cars are parked in the lot. It’s pitch black outside, and you haven’t seen anyone since you arrived. You’ve been texting Sukuna, or as he prefers, ‘Ro,’ for the past few days, fine-tuning your scene. You’re restless, your panties damp from the anticipation of everything he promised.

‘Stand outside your car and face the wall. Leave everything except your keys. I’ll hold on to them for you,’ Ro texts.

You squeeze your legs together, breath hitching. ‘Yes, Sir.’

‘Don’t play with me, little girl. Do as you’re told.’

You get out of the car and walk towards the bar, keys in hand. You look around, but see no sign of him. You think he’s in one of the other cars, but the place feels deserted. You turn around and stare at the wall. You can feel your pussy getting wetter by the second. The scene you’ve fantasized of since forever is about to come true.

After a few minutes, you start to feel ridiculous. No sounds, no movement. Maybe he stood you up. You scoff. Of course, a guy this perfect would be too good to be true.

You turn to walk back to your car when someone grabs you from behind. Your breath catches as a large, rough hand covers your face. You scream, but it’s muffled as you’re dragged toward a car. The trunk pops open, and before you can react, you’re thrown inside. The trunk slams shut, and you hear a car engine start.

You gasp for breath, your mind racing. What if this isn’t Sukuna? What if it’s someone else? But you don’t have time to question it—your body is humming with arousal from the sheer intensity of the moment.

The car lurches forward, and you feel heat spreading between your thighs. It’s really happening.

By the time the car stops, you’ve stopped trying to track time. What if he’s not the man you thought he was? What if he doesn’t treat you like he said he would? The worry gnaws at you, but it’s swallowed up by the overwhelming desire that’s been building since he first grabbed you.

The trunk opens and blinding light floods your vision, forcing you to squint as you take in the towering figure above you. Sukuna. Your breath catches in your throat. The pictures didn’t do him justice—tall, broad, built like a man who could break you in half and enjoy every second of it. His sharp eyes rake over you, lingering on your trembling thighs.

He’s looking at you like he can see how horny and worked up you are beneath the trembles.

“Out.” His voice is firm, leaving no room for hesitation.

Your legs feel weak as you climb out of the trunk, body buzzing with adrenaline. The moment your feet hit the ground, he grabs you by the chin, tilting your head up to meet his gaze.

“Dripping already?” His thumb brushes your lower lip, and you can’t stop the way your thighs press together. He smirks. “You’re a nasty girl. Perfect.”

You swallow hard, waiting for instructions.

He steps back, rolling his shoulders, the moonlight catching the ink on his arms. Beyond him, an empty field stretches out, the tree line dark and endless in the distance. The wind rustles the tall grass. It’s eerily silent—just you, him, and the stars.

“Here are the rules.” He crosses his arms, watching you like prey. “You get five minutes to run. If I catch you in twenty, I fuck you right here in the dirt.” His eyes darken. “Fight me, scream, beg—I don’t care. But if I catch you, you’re mine. Your safe word is banana. Understood?”

Your stomach flips, nerves and arousal tangled together. You nod.

“Words.”

“Yes, Sir.”

“Good girl.” He checks his watch. “Run.”

Your heart leaps as you spin on your heels, sprinting toward the trees. The field stretches on forever, your lungs burning as you push forward. The night air is cool, but your skin is burning with anticipation. You don’t hear him following yet, but you know he will.

You duck behind a thick tree, chest heaving, ears straining for sound. A minute passes. Another. You peek around the trunk, and…

Nothing.

Maybe you ran faster than he expected. Maybe he really won’t find you. Your pulse pounds in your ears as you step carefully along the riverbank, watching the moonlight glint off the water. If you can just cross—

“Thought you could hide from me, little girl?”

A scream rips from your throat as you’re tackled to the ground, Sukuna’s heavy weight pressing your chest into the dirt. Your hands claw at the grass, nails digging into the earth.

“Let me go!” you snarl, your breath coming in ragged gasps.

He chuckles, the sound dark and indulgent. “Oh, you’re adorable.” His hand clamps around your wrists, pinning them above your head as his other grips the back of your neck. “Say all the right things while your cunt tells me otherwise.”

Your leggings are yanked down in one rough motion, cool air licking at your soaked panties. He pauses just long enough to slide his fingers along the damp fabric, feeling the proof of your arousal.

“Fuck,” he murmurs, more to himself than you. His fingers press harder, rubbing slow, teasing circles over your clit through the fabric. “So fucking wet. You wanted this, didn’t you?”

You shake your head, but your body betrays you, thighs trembling, hips arching into his touch. He laughs, voice thick with satisfaction.

“Liar.”

The sound of fabric tearing makes your stomach flip—he didn’t even bother pulling your panties down, just rips them clean off before shoving two fingers inside you. A gasp catches in your throat, your walls clenching around the sudden intrusion.

“Yeah,” he groans, curling his fingers, dragging them along the soft spot inside you. “That’s what I fucking thought.”

Your body tightens, instinct warring with pleasure as he pumps his fingers in and out, slow but relentless, pushing you toward the edge. Just when your breath starts coming in broken little pants, he pulls away.

“No—”

You don’t get to finish you plea before the thick head of his cock presses against your entrance, and then—fuck. He drives into you in one harsh thrust, forcing your walls to stretch around his size.

A strangled cry tears from your throat. Your fingers curl around the hand that’s still holding your wrists. It hurts, it’s too much, you can’t handle it—

“Stop struggling slut,” The hand holding your wrists go to your hair as he pushes your face into the shallow riverbank. Cold water and dirt fills your mouth, a cruel contrast to the heat between your legs. He holds your face in the water so long that you start to feel he might actually kill you right here. your hands claw at him and he yanks you up. “Fuck, this cunt is squeezin’ me so tight.”

His hips roll, dragging his cock out until just the thick tip remains inside before slamming back in. The force of it jolts you forward, your breath leaving you in sharp gasps. You can’t catch your breath, you feel like you’re dying on his cock.

“Fuck, that’s right,” he growls, his grip on your hips bruising as he sets a brutal rhythm. He fucks you like he owns you, like he’s waited his whole life to ruin you, each thrust forcing a choked whimper from your lips.

“I-i, it’s—”

You writhe beneath him unable to form a single coherent thought, torn between pushing him away and pulling him closer. His free hand slides between your bodies, finding your clit and rubbing in tight, punishing circles. Your thighs shake. The pressure builds—sharp and unbearable.

“That’s it,” he breathes, feeling you tighten around him. “Come for me, you fucking slut.”

A sob rips from your throat as you shatter, pleasure hitting you like a violent wave. Your body spasms, walls clamping down around his cock, dragging him deeper. He curses, his rhythm stuttering, and then—

Heat floods you as he buries himself to the hilt, groaning as he spills inside the condom. His hips twitch, riding out the aftershocks as your body trembles beneath him.

For a long moment, the only sounds are your ragged breathing and the distant rustle of the wind through the trees. Then, Sukuna chuckles, low and satisfied.

“Told you I’d catch you.”

He pulls out slowly, savoring the way your body clenches around nothing. His fingers trail down your spine before he’s rolling you onto your back, his gaze drinking in your wrecked state.

“Look at you,” he murmurs, brushing damp hair from your face. “All fucked out already?” You try to open your mouth but you can’t.

Sukuna hoists you up like you weigh nothing, one arm locked beneath your knees, the other supporting your back. Your head lolls against his chest, too spent to do anything but cling to the fabric of his shirt, fingers curling weakly into the material. His heartbeat is steady beneath your ear, strong, unbothered, like he didn’t just fuck the fight out of you by the river.

“You alright?” His voice is rough, but there’s something almost amused beneath it.

You hum, too dazed to form words. Your body feels boneless, tingling from the aftershocks, your thighs still slick where he’d ruined you.

He chuckles, the sound reverberating through his chest. “That good, huh?”

The night air is cool against your sweat-damp skin as he carries you toward the car. With each step, you feel the effortless strength in his arms—the way his muscles shift, the easy control in his grip. He’s not even winded.

“You went limp so fast,” he muses, squeezing your thigh. “Thought I fucked you unconscious for a second.”

You manage a breathless laugh. “Almost.”

His smirk is audible. “Cute.”

By the time he reaches the car, you’ve half-melted into him, your body pliant in his hold. He nudges the passenger seat open.

“In you go.”

He sets you down gently—surprisingly so, given how ruthless he was moments ago. The contrast sends a strange heat through you. Your legs are still shaky, barely able to support your weight, and he notices.

“Tch.” He grips your chin, tilting your face up to meet his gaze. “Still floaty?”

You nod, licking your lips.

Sukuna hums, eyes dark with something unreadable before he leans down, pressing a kiss to your jaw—slow, deliberate, entirely different from the way he’d just handled you. It makes your breath hitch.

“Good girl,” he murmurs against your skin. “You did perfect.”

Your chest tightens. Before you can respond, he pulls back, shutting the door and sliding into the driver’s seat.

The car hums to life, the vibration sinking into your spent body as you stare up at the night sky through the open window. Your body still throbs with the memory of him, your heartbeat syncing with the rhythm of the road as he drives you back—back to where it all started, already knowing this won’t be the last time.

Not even close.

[lemotmo]

After a good night of sleep...

I feel refreshed again and of course, then I start speculating about 911. It's my favourite pass time. 😋

I can't help but think about those three random episodes the official Instagram posted yesterday. So we had:

6x06 Tomorrow

8x09 Sob Stories

3x09 Fallout

So 6x06 is about Karen and we have seen Karen in the stills, so we know she'll help out Athena and Buck. So that can be explained.

3x09 can also be explained with Bobby being exposed to radioactive materials. Right now half of the 118 is stuck in a lab with dangerous virus and at least one of them has caught it.

But what about 8x09 then? Is it about the explosion? Will something blow up again? Or is it about the fact that for a few seconds there the 118 thought that Buck had blown up with the building?

Walk with me here...

We all know that Buck would basically do ANYTHING to save his family right? So what if, with Eddie not there to stop him, he does something very reckless again to save the 118. So it ends up working, but Buck gets another nde.

The whole 'Think you know the ending? You're dead wrong.' in the promo?

Think about it. What ending do we expect? What is most predictable?

Chimney dies OR Bobby dies (because everybody and their mother has seen the Bobby funeral BTS, so we expect that)

If the ending is unexpected, as they hint at in the promo...

What if it's someone else? Like Buck? He does something to save his family and gets locked inside somehow. The facility is about to blow up and he's stuck, so he breaks down, still in contact with the rest of them, hoping he was on time to save the rest of his family and they got out. Hence the Buck sinking down on his knees and crying in despair.

Buck is running around with Athena for most of the episode, but when he's in that corridor he is in full gear again, which means that some time must have passed for him to be back.

Then 8x16 could be about Buck. He is hallucinating or he is saved and is having some strange dream, thinking that Bobby died or something.

Ideally they would have an Eddie reaction to that in 15 of course, to make him realise some truths about what Buck means to him. So he comes back to LA with Chris and we get more of his reaction and focus on him in 8x16.

Eddie has also been shown to have massive survivor's guilt in previous episodes. So that could come back into play as well with this storyline.

Yes... I am making this about Eddie and Buddie again. Sue me. I'm an Eddie-girl and a Buddie-truther. 😁

I don't know...

This is highly speculative you guys, so remember to bring that bag of salt.🤣 But I just can't help but think there is some twist coming for us. Something very unexpected we didn't see coming. And then they'll leave us in anguish for twee weeks before we get to the resolution in 8x16. 😬

Anyway, all of this to say that I'm really curious what they'll throw at us tomorrow night. 🤔

[biteyoubiteme]

catching soobin masturbating pls pls pls

an: eeeeeekkkk one of my favs to read >< i hope you like it i didn't add more but maybe next time because i love love love this topic- wc: 0.8k warnings: 🔞!!! masturbation (m!), i think thats it lmao

The two of you had agreed to share the small apartment because of how close it was to campus and how convenient it was to split the rent. Neither of you had taken into account why the space with two bedrooms was listed so cheap in the first place, and neither of you had looked at the square footage before locking into the lease without having a walkthrough. You had been all in for snatching it up before it could be taken by some other duo looking for the right fit, just as desperate as you and soobin. 

But neither of you accounted for the single bathroom, thin walls, and minimal living space. The couch was just about in the kitchen, and both rooms are the size of a small office with no room for anything larger than a twin-sized bed. The single bathroom had been in the listing, but nothing had prepared the two of you for how minuscule it was. 

The space was shared between the two of you with a schedule to keep the bathroom free for each other when you needed it most. Soobin kept to his showers at night, and you could be found in your regular morning shower without fail since he woke up late for afternoon and late evening classes. 

It's why you scramble to pick up all your things when you wake up. You're late for class after staying up all night studying for a test that wasn't until Friday, and yet you had tried to get ahead of the work, only to be thrown back in another class by sleeping in. The clock blinked back at you with its taunting numbers, alarms silenced as you rushed around your room, grabbing random items of clothes to change into. 

You didn't even think about where soobin would be, not when the door to the bathroom was half cracked open, and you pushed it open with your back. The hem of your shirt already in hand as you tried to multitask, taking it off and holding your clean clothes in hand. It wasn't until your top was off that you noticed the bathroom was steamy, the mirror fogged up right around the edges, the whispering water beating down onto the tiles masked the sounds of his soft moans. 

But it didn't keep you from seeing him through the glass doors. The water drips down in lined streaks, cutting through the steam on the glass doors. The faint outline of Soobin's body leaning back against the tiled wall caught your breath right at the back of your throat, the gasp loud enough for him to open his eyes. 

He had thought he had been alone, the apartment quiet, and the time late enough to sneak a shower in when you were gone. He didn't even plan to masturbate, his mind racing the second he had seen your discarded panties in the laundry basket sitting in the corner of the room. No shame coursed through him when he had wrapped his hand around his hard cock, aching over nothing more than a thought of you. 

Pumping at a slow enough pace to drag out his delusions of you as he leaned back against the wall, hair sticking to his forehead. Stopping didn't even cross his mind, hand stuttering in his strokes only to be picked up when your eyes fell to where his fingers circled his tip. 

Your name was caught right at the edge of his whimper, eyes taking you in, frozen without your top on, stuck in space, forgetting yourself and the now fractured rules of your friendship. Because you couldn't look away, not from the way his toned stomach flexed with every shaking breath, his arms corded in lean muscles, and droplets of water flexing with each stroke, and his eyes caught on you. 

He should have stopped, felt the realization rise up with the building of his orgasm as he leaned forward closer to you, and the thin door of the shower, one hand reaching out to brace himself against the glass, hips thrusting forward into his fist. 

“Say my name,” the words were gasped in a plea, the final nail in the coffin for getting caught, no way to brush off the truth, the second the two of you leave the bathroom. You had seen him, and he didn't want to stop, couldn't, and now all he needed was nothing more than your voice wrapped around the syllables of his name. 

And even through the mirror, your back to him, you couldn't stop how thready your breathing was, his name whispered just loud enough for him to hear it over the water, said just as desperately needy as he felt. It was all it took before he came, the room filling with his throaty groans, his hips slowing as he coated the glass in rivulets of cum.

[m.list]

[drdawnbreaker]

𝐒𝐡𝐡, 𝐃𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐤 || 𝐑𝐄𝟒 𝐋.𝐊

Pairing: Leon S. Kennedy x Fem!Vampire!Reader

Summary: Imagine a vampire au with Leon, but in this case. He is the human, and you are the vampire. And you are very, very thirsty.

Word Count: 2.57k

Warnings: Blood. Making out. Pet names. Mention of cannon level of violence and death. Dry humping, pussy cupping. Forgive me

Notes: This is my first time writing Leon, so please be kind ahh. I tried my best, ahhh.. enjoy!! Also, i thought of RE4!Leon? But mixed with a bit of death... idfk at this point, hehe.

So you both work together, and you get along well with each other compared to the others in your units. And one day, Leon had been assigned to work a recon mission along with a small team. He hates teams. But when he found out you would be there, he felt slightly at ease. What he wasn't looking forward to was working with several of the other shitty men. When he walked onto the jet, all he heard were mutters of "Why is she here?" "Do we even need her?" "I heard she's only here cause of her hacking skill set"

If only they knew.

Yes, you were incredibly intelligent and good with computers, that's why the government liked to keep you around. But something not a lot of people know about, including Leon, is that you had two choices, join and serve or rot in a cell. Of course, you picked somewhat freedom.

Onto the mission at hand. To say, it went to shit was an understatement. You, Leon, and the others were trapped in a church somewhere off the track you needed to follow. There was a swarm of ghoulish creatures. Someone must have tipped your opponents off.

It had been almost 3 hours when you started to feel it... the hunger. You had packed blood shots for this exact situation, but alas, your pack was lost when you found yourself running away from a pack of clickers. The dryness in your throat, the over-sensitivity of hearing. Even the sun that was shining through the high windows began to sting your eyes.

You needed a drink.

But none of the men here knew, nor did you want to reveal such a big part of your life to some random soldier who only wanted to get into your pants.

What about Leon?... no. You couldn't ask him. Not when he got so much on his plate as it is. Your gaze caught Leon sitting on a few old boxes, staring out the window aimlessly. He is a good man, strong, caring, and plus he was understanding. He never held anything against you. If you needed to slip out for a moment, he never asked why. He wouldn't judge you... you hoped. "Uh..Hey Leon.."

Your voice sounded so small, not to mention the cracks hidden beneath it as you held yourself from jumping him. You could hear his blood move in his veins, going straight for his heart. Fuck.. You needed a drink now before you lost control. Worry began to seep through your being at the thought of losing yourself for a moment in front of any of the men in this room. None of them would think twice about putting a bullet in your head. Heck, you think they’d probably enjoy it. Take one for the team and all that bullcrap.

“Uh..L-Leon.” Fuck, why did you sound so small. “C-could I talk to you for a second…Alone.”

Leon’s stoic face quickly snapped to one of concern, knowing you weren't the type to ask for anything. “Y-yeah sure, doll. Are you okay?”

God, if he called you doll again, you might just lose it.

“Y-yeah I’m fine. I just need a favour.” Guiding Leon to one of the back rooms where you know none of the others would venture, you felt your hands start to shake from the mixture of hunger and anxiousness… this was a mistake. You thought, pacing the room. Leon could see the way your body was fighting for something, or against something maybe? Whatever it was, it made his instincts react highly. Grabbing your upper arm, he gently tugs you so your whole body could face him before he gently cups your chin so you could look at him.

“What's the matter? Talk to me?” Leon’s first thought was you might have been bitten, but then you would have shown symptoms by now and turned within the first hour, so it wasn’t that. Maybe you're catching a cold? Or a slow-acting virus could have gotten you. Whatever it could be he was ready to help in any way he could. “What do you need, love?”

“You can’t freak out. Okay..” That was the first time in this whole situation that you spoke without stumbling over your words. Everything just got real, really quickly. “There was a reason why the government kept me around. There was an agreement on my behave…I either serve this country or die…”

“Why are you telling me this?” Leon wouldn't lie and say he wasn't curious as to how you got into where you were today, but he wouldn't have thought you were forced. Not by a long shot. You always carried yourself as if you somewhat enjoyed this job. Saving people, killing monsters. You did it with flying colours. It was your calling…isn't it?

“I lost my pack and they had my vials in it….” You gulped before looking up at Leon, staring into his soft, lost eyes. “They were my food… without them I have to drink from a main source.”

Main source? Vials? What on earth are you talking about? Leon’s grip didn't falter as he asked, “What were they?”

Closing your eyes for a moment you took in a deep breath, trying to calm your shaking nerves. Okay, do or die here. He either is completely chill or…. You didn't want to think of the latter. “Please… don’t be mad.” You opened your eyes, revealing the dark pools of crimson that you normally tuck away. Feeling your monstrous half front, causing your senses to heighten more, letting you not only hear Leon's blood pumping inside of him, but smell it too.

“Woah…” Leon muttered, but yet he didn't move. His hands kept where they were and his gaze never shifted. He watched the different shapes of red dance in your eyes and it was then he understood what was going on, what you were. He’s never run into vampires before, but he’s knowledged about them. On one half, you have the rogue vampires,━ghoulish creatures that have no humanity whatsoever━, and then you have the humanist versions. A kind of half and half. He never would have expected you to be one… but then again. “This explains so much.”

“What?”

“I mean... You always only need a couple of hours of sleep. I’ve never seen you eat food other than quick protein bars and you took down Chris one time in the training ring. He’s still trying to figure out how you got the upper hand on him but you..being.uh.. This. no wonder.” Leon spat out word vomit before he could even notice what he was doing, basically confessing that he watches you…all the time. You couldn’t help but laugh;

“He was already cheating…” Your eyes squinted as you gave Leon a toothy smile, making Leon look down at your little k9s. He feels slightly guilty now, he should have picked up on it, should have noticed you were different. He would have helped you sooner, kept an eye on you more closely just in case you ever needed it. You cleared your throat, making the soldier shake out of his deep thoughts; he noticed you were now looking down at the floor, picking at your short, broken nails. “So..y-you’ll help me.”

Leon was so caught up in the newfound knowledge he almost forgot why you even told him in the first place. “Oh..yeah, I’ll help. Whatever you need. I’m here.”

It was like a weight had been lifted off your shoulders just from his softly spoken words. No further words were spoken as Leon gently retched to cup your cheek, an expression of curiosity and calmness painting his handsome features. He guided you to the floor behind a couple of crates and other shelving and boxes so if someone were to come through the door at least you both would be covered to give you enough time to clean up.

The room felt like it was silent except for the sound of your shaky breath and Leon's heavy breathing pooling out of his nose. With his legs spread his lap was inviting as you settled onto him without as much of a peep from either of you. This was intimate, way too close for two friends; heck, you didn't even know if you deserved to be called friends. You only saw each other on the job. Would he think of you only as a mere college? Someone he's just helping out with a favour? But yet the way his arms wrapped around you, holding you close to his heaving chest, said otherwise. It was like Leon was trying his best to reassure you through his movements, letting you know you were safe with him.

“Where do you want it?” His voice was deeper than normal. It caught you off guard as you couldn't help but look at him with confusion. So Leon repeated, correcting himself slightly, “Where do you want to bite me, Doll?”

His tone was calm yet laced with anticipation. You gulped, whispering in a reply, “W-where do you want it…Leon?” You don't know why exactly but it felt right to let him decide where you drank blood from. You already felt bad for asking, so this was, in a way, letting him know you wanted him to take the lead. That he was the one with all the power, not you. He didn’t answer with words, as you expected… He instead moved to the buttons of his shirt, slowly unfastening them one by one, exposing his neck in silent invitation. The room seemed to grow warmer, the air thickening with unspoken tension. His skin was so soft, silky, your fangs could easily pierce the delicate flesh…“A-are you sure…”

You needed to ask him, almost pleading with him to reassure you. It was one thing confessing a crush to someone or exposing some weird secret you might have had as a kid… but this was you, exposing the biggest part of yourself and asking for help. His hand gently came up to your head, patting you with so much care it made a lump form in your throat, “It’s okay Sweetheart. I’m not going anywhere until you’ve had what you need.”

Your fangs grazed his skin shakily as your breath pooled on his hot skin. You could feel his pulse throb, and blood pump faster. He was… excited? Why would he be showing signs of excitement in this kind of scenario… “Leon..”

You didn’t know if you were saying his name for a warning, a question or a plea but Leon’s firm grip never faltered as he dragged you closer until your chest was flushed against his. “Shh, drink baby.”

Leon let out a deep groan followed by a broken gasp as your sharp fangs sunk deep into his flesh. The pain was almost immediate but what followed next caught him off guard. “Fuck, ngh.”

Leon knew some myths that vampires had special abilities, including a venom that could help ease the pain when drinking from someone. In this case, it can create a sort of pleasurable barrier, and he was now certain this was true as a surge of adrenaline coursed through his veins straight to his cock. His hehazyl back against the wall, his eyes closing as he savoured the indescribable sensation. Your lips were like clouds against his skin while your tongue was squishy, lapping gently against the small entry wounds, soothing it even as you drew blood from him. Blood richer than any you’ve ever tasted. You’ve almost forgotten how pure blood tastes, having drank diluted packed and almost stale blood for so long. You couldn’t help but moan as you swallowed each gulp, saLeon'sng Leon’s flavour.

Before either of you could process what was happening, your body began to move, your hips grinding against his clothed core, making Leon’s hands instinctively move from your waist to now grip your hips, hard. Guiding you as you humped against him. Your rhythm is frantic and desperate as you drank him in, in more ways than one. The taste of his blood was so intoxicating, and you were slowly losing yourself in the sensation, your senses overwhelmed by his scent and the warmth of his body. Your moans grew louder even though they were muffled, movements became more urgent, your nails digging into his shoulders as you pa ressed yourse.lf closer, seeking friction, seeking release.

“F-fuck baby, if you keep d. Otherwise,’m gonna..” Leon didn't finish his sentence as a sweet moan slipped from his lips into your ear. His cock hardened beneath you, his breath coming in short, ragged gasps as he fought to keep control. “S-slow down.”

You wanted to listen but you couldn’t. The combination of his blood and the feeling of his body against yours was too much, too overwhelming. You needed to pull away, stop before you drank him dry. So with much force, you yanked yourself abruptly, your fangs sliding free of his skin, letting blood drip from your lips and down your neck. Your chest heaved as you panted, your eyes wild, glowing as he stared up at you through hazily eyes. “I-I’m s━.”

But before you could say anything, Leo,n stood, lifting you with him with litlazy no effort. Your legs wrapped around his waist instinctively as he pressed you against a nearby wall. “Don’t ever fucking apologise.”

His lips crashed down on yours, his tongue demanding entrance, tasting the coppery sweetness of his own blood on your tongue. Your hands flew for his hair, tangling them in the strands, tugging. Small whimpers were swallowed by Leons dominating tongue, as he moved his hands down, tracing your curves frantically before finally slipping along the waist of your belt. “You’re driving me crazy.”

Leon’s hot breath tickled your face as he pulled back, your eyes gazing down to watch him easily pop your pants open. You were already soaking wet, your cunt throbbing with need, and Leon could tell you were just as excited as him. His fingers slipped in, getting dangerously close to your clit but before you would feel the sweet release of his touch;

“Leon I nee━Kennedy, L/n. we’re rolling out.” A loud call alerted both of you, the man's voice laced with frustration. You felt slight relief Leon had pushed you up against the wall where all the storage boxes were, otherwise the young private would have seen you not only in a very compromising position but with Leon’s blood sweetly drying on your neck and chest.

“Be there in a minute, start packing up the gear.” Leon’s voice was laced with authority but his glasses over eyes never left your own, nor did he make an effort to move you off the wall. The other man muttered something before walking out leaving you both in silence once again. But prior to you trying to graze off the slightly awkward situation, Leon's hand slid all the way down past your panties until he cupped your pussy. “The minute we’re alone. I’m gonna ruin this cunt while you take another bite from me. How’s that sound Doll?”

You felt your head spin and all you managed to get out was a lazily nod before whimpering, “Yes…”

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Not proofread, so if you saw any errors.. no, you didn't.

[takusan-no-ai]

Original Me

PAIRING: Astra x Male Reader (Romantic) (Fluff)

SUMMARY: Astra develops feelings for Phaethon’s younger brother.

As the younger brother of Phaethon you naturally had connections with Chaotic Fried Rice, aka Astra Yao. You had previously talked with her about your siblings hiding their proxy work, and it led to a serious conversation between you too; one that formed bond before either of you knew it.

You both found solace in each other’s presence whenever doubt would arise. For you it was the trust of your family. For Astra it was the love of her fans. And that comfort became a genuine friendship as you both grew. You found it in yourself to forgive Belle and Wise, and Astra found her own strength and courage to be a light in the darkness for others.

Surprise, surprise, all that time together didn’t stay platonic. The casual handholding, cuddles, comforting words, shared laughter, and cheeky kisses from Astra led to you developing a crush on her. And Astra found herself becoming more attracted to you; the guy she can’t get out of her head. So much so that she’d developed the problem of writing about him in all her love songs.

But the thought of expressing those feelings left you nauseous. Your heart was already damaged from when your family lied to you. And although you’d forgiven them, there was still a fear. Fear that your heart might get hurt again if you opened up. So you did the only thing you could: avoided her. You hid in your room, pretended to be sick, anything. But it didn’t help the ache in your heart from how much you missed her.

But of course that never stopped Astra before. And it certainly wasn’t going to now. She knew the feelings she felt for you. And Astra would be damned if she wasn’t going to at least confess to you. So she tracks you down, studying your schedule with the help of Evelyn, and catches her prey when he least expected it.

A loud gasp erupted from himself, (Y/N) now being pinned to the wall. He was just walking in the alleyway next to Gravity Cinema, and having finished a pickup job for some new films, was on his way back to Random Play. However he wasn’t the only one aware of this.

Astra had him pinned. And she huffed at him with her eyebrows crossed. The young man looked away from her, blushing furiously.

Had it been a few weeks, maybe a month, since he last seen her? Either way it felt like an eternity. Her eyes were just as beautiful, no…more, than he’d last seen her. Did she get her hair done? The style looks nice. Wait he’s getting distracted now.

Astra crossed her arms, huffing and puffing, walking back and forth, circling around him like a predator would its prey. “You avoid me for so long and all you can do is ogle me? Just say you love me already!” She left no room for comfort, immediately getting in (Y/N)’s face. Despite her crossed brows and forcibly deepened voice, her eyes sparkled brightly, and her mouth almost curved into a smile.

She was enjoying this.

(Y/N) turned away. “I’m not saying that.”

“Hmmmm.” Astra kept turning his head every time he looked away, forcing him to maintain eye contact. All the while she had her hand pressed on his chest. “But when I say I love you, your heart beats faster. So much so that even you have to notice it.”

“Still…,”

“Why won’t you say it?”

“…I,” he hesitated. “I can’t say it.” Astra stared at him, confused. “You’d get bored of me. Or find me annoying. Plus I’m not a cool proxy like Belle and Wise, or a strong fighter like Evelyn.” He kept prattling on reasons for her to not like him.

Astra pinched his nose, effectively making (Y/N) shut up. She leaned close, smiling at him.

“If I say I love you then I love you. Simple as that. And if I need to prove that to you then I will. But you have to let me.” They were now so close they feel each other’s breath.

Perhaps it wouldn’t hurt to open his heart some more.

“I…really love you, Astra. And I want you to love me too.”

…

…

…

“Congrats.”

“Happy for you.”

“Nice.”

Back at Random Play, Wise, Belle, and Fairy cheered at the news of Astra and (Y/N) being an official couple. Though it was through the gritted teeth and codes of slight jealousy, it was mostly cheers of joy.

Astra had a new person to sing for, to ignite that hope in humanity. And (Y/N) had a new person to believe in, to help him open his heart to the world.

- Fin

[riddikulusravenclawbelle]

guilty as sin?

plot - sneaking into a kook party was mistake #1. talking to rafe cameron was mistake #2. catching feelings? that was the beginning of the end.

trope(s)- enemies to lovers & forced proximity if you squint.

characters - rafe cameron x oc! belle maybank.

wc - 1.9k (longest work yet, woo!)

warnings - curse words.

creds - ty to @aquazero for making this pretty divider!

final notes - this is the first part of my ‘ruin me gently’ series so i hope u love it! <3

Belle Maybank always grew up on the cut. She was a pogue, a proud one at that. Naturally, she gravitated to her brother’s friend group, which consisted of John B, Kie, Pope, Sarah, Cleo, her brother JJ, and herself.

She didn’t know much about the Kooks, except that she hated them. Especially Rafe Cameron. Sarah had told enough stories — stealing gold from the Pogues, framing John B for Sheriff Peterkin’s death — to make sure of that. Belle could tell JJ and the others were selective about what they told her, even though she was only two years younger. But they’d told her enough. Enough to know Rafe Cameron was trouble.

“JJ please!” Belle pleaded.

“No, B. We’re sneaking into the party and out. No drama. You aren’t going.” JJ replied, firm as ever.

“But-”

“Listen. You’re my little sister. I said no. End of story.”

“Fine.” Belle said out loud. In her mind though? She was already planning how she’d get there.

She couldn’t quite remember how she snuck in. But luckily, it was out of sight of JJ’s protective brother radar.

‘Oh shit.’ Belle audibly whispered as she saw Kiara and Sarah walking towards the drink table she was currently occupying with some other randoms. The closest hiding spot? Running upstairs.

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Belle was on a balcony, safe in the shadows. Watching the Kooks was like observing a different species. They had nothing to worry about. Trust funds, yachts, endless summers. She’d be lying if she said she wasn’t at least a little jealous.

“You look lost,” a voice cut through her thoughts. It caused her to turn around.

There he was, Rafe Cameron. Belle had never spoken to him. Her mind scrambled for words. ‘Shit.’

“You’re not supposed to be up here. It’s off limits to guests.”

“I was just getting some fresh air. Sorry, I’ll just-”

“Wait,” he said, stepping in front of the only exit. Something about that voice made Belle listen to his command. “You hang with the Pogues right? With Sarah?” Rafe asked but it felt like he already knew the answer. She silently nodded.

“So. What’re you doing at a kook party?” He asked, but this felt like a warning.

“Um, Topper invited me.” It’s the only other Kook name she knew.

“Mm, weird,” he pursed his lips into a thin line. ‘Cause this is my party. And I don’t remember Top saying he invited a pogue. ever. “

Damn it. ”Excuse me.” Belle said. She again was looking for any way out of this tense encounter.

“Your friends waiting for you?” He inquired. She shook her head no.

“Then why the rush?”

“Because I don’t trust you, Rafe. I’ve heard the things you’ve done.”

“Let me guess — JJ told you?”

“Yeah.”

“Well, he doesn’t know shit.”

Belle was stunned he even knew who she was. But her pride held firm.

“Goodbye, Rafe.” She sidestepped him, only to feel his hand close around her wrist.

“You’re a little too close to danger here, Pogue. Sure you want to talk to me like that?”

“Yo, Rafe! Shots!” Kelce’s voice rang out nearby. If Kelce saw her, the whole island would know. And JJ… she'd lose everything.

“Be down in a second,” He announced. Then he turned his attention back to Belle. “We’re not done here, princess.” He lets go of her wrist, his gaze lingering on her just a second too long for her liking.

“Actually we are. Have fun counting daddy’s trust fund and having anger outbursts, Cameron.” She left, heart racing, somehow making it home before JJ’s crew.

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Her wrist still tingled, like Rafe’s grip had left behind an invisible brand she couldn’t wash off. She wishes she could deny feeling anything, but secretly? She enjoyed his touch.

“What’s got you all flustered Belle?” Sarah asked, with a smile on her face.

“Hmm? Oh, nothing. I don’t know.” Belle replied as the group was sitting out on the porch of the chateau.

“It’s nothing or you don’t know?” John B playfully teased.

“Oh my gosh,” Belle said, covering her face in her hands. “I am going to the bathroom.”

She got up and as she entered the bathroom, she got a dm from Rafe.

Rafe: i was serious. We aren’t done. meet me at my place. one hour.

Every possible red flag that existed was popping up. But Belle’s a Maybank. Red flags were her comfort zone.

Belle: fine.

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She knocked, texting: im here.

The July heat pressed down hard. When the door didn’t open, she retreated to her car, grumbling.

Belle: ummm hello? It’s hot as hell rafe.

Belle had no ties to him. She had no reason to stay. She should leave. But curiosity — and maybe something else — rooted her in place. So, after a few more minutes pass, she gave it one more try and walked toward the door. Her hand already balled in a fist to knock before she hears Rafe exclaim “I’m sorry! Okay?”

“You understand your tarnishing our family name, Rafe! Everything we’ve built you’re carelessly destroying! For once in your life have a brain!” Belle heard someone yell, it sounded like his father, Ward. Belle knew she’d be more than lucky if she never had to see Ward Cameron face to face.That man was like a politician, full of lies and deceit. He moves in the shadows, and everyone knows it.

After a few minutes it seemed like the voices had died down. Belle felt a knot form in her stomach. Nothing but silence was left, before her phone dinged. The harsh words she had overheard—cut deep. She stood frozen, trying to reconcile the Rafe she knew, the angry, volatile figure, with the vulnerable one she had just overheard.

Rafe: mb. coming to open the door right now.

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When Rafe opened the door, his eyes were swollen and red. Belle could tell he had been crying. She thought it best not to bring it up now. She almost felt bad for him? Sure, he was a monster. A liar with anger and family issues. Belle couldn’t help but think, if she grew up in that environment, would she turn out the same way?

“Are you gonna come in or keep staring at me, pogue?” Rafe asked, rhetorically. To which, she just walked in and he held the door for her. She tight lines her lips as she walks through the door.

“So,” she said as she sat on the couch nearest to the exit. She knew she needed a quick escape, just in case.

“Do you want to talk about it?”

“No. No, I don’t”

“Okay.”

“D’you want water? Or tea, something?” he asked, in a firmer tone. Seemed like he was regaining his hard shell. It seemed like it.

“Water, please.” Belle replied, with a slight smile. Rafe chuckled, Belle was unsure why. “What?”

“Nothing it’s just-I didn’t think you pogues had manners.” To which Belle rolled her eyes.

“Yeah. I guess some things make it to the other side of the island, huh?” she jokes as Rafe is grabbing her water from their fridge.

“See, that's why I like you, pogue. You have a sense of humour, unlike your brother and his friends.” A beat passes, Belle feels something heavy consume all the air in the room and sees a shift in Rafe’s demeanor. “And, you're the only person who doesn’t pretend I’m someone I’m not.” His eyes soften, only for a moment, but Belle catches it. The room falls silent as Rafe walks over and hands her the water bottle. Their fingers brush each other's, only just. His hands are unusually soft. It’s a feeling Belle wishes she could replay over and over. It’s electric.

“You know- you throw people off sometimes with the whole ‘I have feelings.’ thing.” She said, intending for it to be a lighthearted joke.

“Don’t get used to it, Maybank.” He said as he scoffed and walked behind the couch on the opposite side of the room from her. His hands gripping the top of the couch, just inches away from the kitchen he was just in.

“I wasn’t planning to. Honestly, I would be more surprised if you didn’t punch a wall or scream at someone today.” She chuckled. Rafe didn’t find that as funny as she did though, his jaw only tightened.

“You are really confident for someone who’s sitting in more than a shack right now.” Belle chuckled at the comment, this time, out of anger.

“I’m confident because I don't scare easily. And when I do, I don’t run behind daddy’s money to fix it.” She sips her water, maintaining eye contact with Rafe Cameron.

“Jesus,” Rafe said breathlessly, now standing up behind the couch. “You really think you’ve got it all figured out huh?”

“No. I just think it’s pathetic when you project your insecurities on others when you’re miserable.” She stands up to match his stance.

“Oh and what because you’re so happy? You live in a house with your brother and his gang of idiots that looks like it gets hit by Hurricane Katrina daily. You’d kill for what I have.”

“Rafe, I don’t really think you want to talk about family. Because then what do you have? A dad who is so disappointed in you that he yells so loud I can hear outside the door. Please. Everyone knows he’s more proud of Sarah then he’ll ever be of you.” Belle scoffs, crossing her arms. That’s enough for Rafe to take a few steps toward Belle. Belle steps even closer to Rafe. She knows she crossed a line. But she's too far in to back down now. So much for her escape plan.

“Shut up.” Rafe said, his eyes filled with fury and his jaw tight. To say the air was heavy would be an understatement. To say that Belle wanted to slap him in that moment, would be a valid statement.

“Make. me.” Belle immediately snapped back staring back into his eyes, replying in his same low tone.

Just then, thunder claps as the lights in the mansion flicker off. A few seconds passed before “Backup generator,” Rafe muttered, clearing his throat. He clears his throat before he steps back. As Belle turns to leave, the rain pours harder but she opens the door to go anyway.

“Where are you going?”

“Home.”

“You’re not driving home in this.” He says as he closes the door. One hand on the door keeping it closed. He’s towering over her now.

“Oh so now you’re in charge of what’s right and wrong?” Rafe lets that one roll off his back.

“You can stay here for the night.” Rafe sighs as he offers. His body language indicated he did not want to offer that.

“Hard pass.”

“Belle,” That’s the first time he’s addressed by her name. Ever. It made her pause. “You know you can’t drive in that.”

“Watch me.”

“If the roads are not flooded already, it's about to be. It only takes like 5 minutes. ” He was right. She knew he was right. And that was the most frustrating part. “Just stay here. We have a guest room down the hall. I don’t care if you hate me just– don’t be stupid.” Rafe explains.

“Why do you care if I make it home or not?” She inquired.

“I don’t.” There’s that hard shell again. He looks away, almost like he’s unable to look at her without feeling something. “If my sister knew you were here and I let you go in this weather, she’d actually kill me.”

She hesitated before saying “Thanks, I guess.” Belle turned to go to the guest room.

“You should get some sleep, Belle.”

“Don’t tell me what to do.” Belle said as she rolled her eyes.

She hated Rafe Cameron. At least, that’s what she kept telling herself.

[orangesaek]

i don't want to be an idol

"As much as I love you, music is so important to me too, I can’t help it. After some time passes, after I become a bit more famous, I will reveal you to the world – I love you."

pairings: (ex-bf) idol!Mark x fem reader genre: mainly angst with a liiiiitle fluff wc: 2.1k

summary: you look back at the once-loving relationship you had with your ex-boyfriend, Mark Lee of NCT.

warnings: aside from angst, I honestly don't think there's anything else... but if you find something that needs a warning, please let me know!

disclaimer: this is an original work of fiction. do not copy, translate, or plagiarize any of my works! not proofread btw, so sorry for any misspellings/errors in grammar (but I will try to edit whatever I find that needs changing)

a/n: IT'S BEEN A LOOONG WHILE omg I've had this writer's block for so long, aside from dealing with life :') I hope everyone's doing well <3 anw, I wonder if anyone here knows VIXX's b-side "I Don't Want To Be An Idol"? lemme know <3 this story is (loosely) based on that song :')

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You were mindlessly browsing through videos on Youtube to watch on TV one, lazy Monday, when you came across a suggested live video that made you feel things you thought you have long forgotten.

With some hesitation, you pressed on your remote to watch the said live video. 

It was Mark Lee’s showcase for his first ever album, The Firstfruit. 

You shifted carefully in your seat on the couch, trying to settle in a more comfortable position, as you watched Mark smile shyly on camera. ‘He must be really nervous’, you thought, noticing how he was sitting so still, unlike when he was with his members.

“So, Mark,” the host started. “Would you be willing to show us your ‘On Repeat’ playlist right now?”

“O-oh, yeah,” Mark laughed awkwardly before fishing out his phone from his pocket and tapping on it. The host smiled excitedly as he waited for Mark to show his phone to the camera. 

“Okay… uhm, should I…? Just?” Mark asked the host, gesturing between his phone and the camera. 

“Yes, if you’re ready to show your playlist to us.” The host chuckled, most probably because of how nervous Mark looked to him. Mark was looking down at his phone, sheepishly rubbing the back of his neck before finally showing his screen to the camera. The cameraman zoomed in, and Mark looked up to check the big LED screens of the venue. It was the first time he ever showed his screen to the public, and he kinda regrets having said ‘yes’ to this.

The host turned in his seat to check the LED screen behind him. He expressed amusement at the list.

“As expected, you listen to many Western artists,” the host remarked. “Oh, and I think this one’s a worship song… wow.”

“Yeah, uhm, most of them are artists I look up to, while some are just songs that I deeply resonated with,” Mark explained, chuckling quite nervously. “But yeah, my ‘On Repeat’ playlist is honestly just random...”

The host hummed, nodding his head lightly, before tilting his head to the side seemingly in wonder. Mark noticed that, and he suddenly felt his hands get sweaty. The host turned back to look at Mark, who had now become slightly fidgety.

“Mark, would you mind showing us the upper half, too? If you don’t mind at all,” the host asked. 

Fans watching his live showcase online noticed how Mark looked visibly uncomfortable and started flooding the comment section about it, hoping that whoever was in charge of the show would notice and ask the host to move on to another topic.

Fortunately, the production team read the comments and instructed the host through his in-ear to redirect the conversation. However, before the host could even think of a way to change the topic, Mark had already revealed his screen again to the camera.

“These are my top 10.” He said quietly into the microphone.

Various reactions were seen and heard from the fans at the venue after his screen was shown. A few excited screams were heard, but most of the reactions picked up on audio were gasps and whispers.

‘Is this real?’

‘It can’t be… what is this?’

‘Daebak…’

The host observed the fans’ reactions before looking at Mark, feeling unsure about what was happening. He hesitantly turned back in his seat to look at the LED screen and finally understood why there were mixed reactions in the crowd.

Before the host could turn back to look at Mark again, he heard one of the producers instruct him again through his in-ear to ask Mark one last question about the playlist and move on quickly to the next topic.

The host laughed quite awkwardly before turning back to Mark, clearing his throat in the process.

“So, uh, Mark,” he started, feeling quite unsure what to even ask him that wouldn’t cost him his job that day.

“Uh, we can definitely see how random your playlist is… we know that your mood and your music preferences change as time goes by, and there’s a high chance that you will have a new batch of songs on repeat,” the host paused, obviously trying to find the right words.

He briefly scanned the crowd before looking back at Mark in confusion. The host couldn’t quite put his finger on it, but Mark suddenly looked quite relaxed… relieved, even.

“But is there a song in this playlist you know would always be there?” He finally asked.

Mark was quite taken aback by the question but still smiled, albeit shyly. He put his phone back in his pocket and let out a sigh that was picked up by his microphone.

“A song that would always be there, huh?” He whispered into the microphone as he stared at the floor, looking like he was in deep thought.

“I think—no, actually,” he paused. Mark looked at the camera and showed a small smile. 

“I choose VIXX-subaenim’s ‘I Don’t Want To Be An Idol’ as the song that would always be on this playlist.”

The host looked visibly confused; he wasn’t sure how he should approach this situation, which was evident in his voice when he asked Mark ‘why’.

Mark brought the microphone back up to his lips.

“Um…” he started, but paused for a moment, his mouth slightly open, like he already had an answer but decided against saying whatever it was, and was now thinking of the right words to say.

“It just resonated so much with me, as an idol in this fast-paced industry,” he answered, voice soft and sounding like he was in deep thought.

“When I first listened to this song, I wasn’t even an idol yet, so the lyrics didn’t even make sense to me… but when I officially entered this industry, I finally understood how deep the lyrics were…” he paused again before continuing, “I obviously can’t speak for every public figure on this planet, but for me, this song perfectly describes the reality of what dating can be like for a celebrity.”

The host’s expressions turned soft, seeing Mark in a new light. Sure, he may not be as popular as Mark, and he may not know what exactly Mark went through, but the host fully understood what he meant. 

The host briefly looked at the fans, trying to gauge their reactions. As expected, there were some who looked quite upset, but the majority, based on what the host briefly saw, looked as if they also understood Mark’s words and sympathized. The host felt that it was the right time to move on from the topic and smoothly opened up a new discussion about his album.

Meanwhile, you were crying in front of the TV. You could barely hear what they were even talking about now as you tried to wipe away the tears that just never seemed to stop flowing down your cheeks.

You were confused, not really sure why you were crying in the first place.

Was it because you were happy for Mark to have finally had the chance to release an album he always dreamed of? To have finally had the chance to release the drafts that were long sitting in his laptop?

Or was it because you were reminded of your memories with him? The ones you forcibly kept hidden in the farthest back of your mind?

You were reminded of the day you first met him, and how your unexpected friendship turned into a relationship. A secret one, which you readily accepted.

You were reminded of how his warm hand fit yours perfectly like a puzzle piece, and how he’d always look at you lovingly when he kissed the back of your hand.

You were reminded of those times he would come over to your apartment and insist on cooking something for you. Most of the time, you would both end up having to order food instead because Mark can do anything but cook. But it’s the thought that counts, right?

You were reminded of how he would sigh in content whenever you would run your fingers through his hair when you’re cuddling, and how he actually loved being the small spoon.

You were reminded of how soft his lips were, and how gentle he touched you, like you were going to break if he was any less gentle.

He brought so much happiness to your life. 

But you were also reminded of how he would send you flowers and gifts as an apology for not being with you on your birthdays and anniversaries.

How you never had a proper date outside of your apartment, in fear of being seen. Even a quick date at the cafe near your apartment would be too risky.

You were reminded of how you couldn’t rely on him during the times you needed him the most because he’s almost always working. One day, you’re breathing the same air. The next, he’s already overseas. You couldn’t even reach out to him anytime and had to always wait for him to do it first.

You realized how difficult it was for you to keep up with him. He’s Mark Lee afterall, one of the idols with the craziest schedules in the industry for years now. 

And that’s why you broke up with him. 

You saw how he begged for you to stay, and you could see how deeply hurt he was. He did things he didn’t usually do when you were still together. 

He called you daily for weeks. Calls you never answered. 

He texted you daily for months, asking how you were, how your day was, and if he could see you even for just 5 minutes. Texts you answered with a few words, but mostly ignored. 

You would see random gifts on your doorstep that always came with heartfelt love letters from him.

There were even times when you would receive emails from him with attachments; they were songs he recorded for you, saying that he meant each and every word.

You can’t lie—the thought of getting back with him did cross your mind before. How could you not? His idol status aside, Mark was genuinely a good person. There was not a single bad bone in his body. And you did feel that his love for you was sincere.

But you solidified your resolve to let him go forever after you decided to meet up with him one last time. He got down on his knees and begged for you to take him back. He said that things are looking up for him, and that he would be able to treat you so much better. He said that he was willing to do anything and everything to make you happy, even if that means he will have to give up his career for you. 

That was it.

You couldn’t let Mark give up on his career just for you. He worked so hard to get to where he is now, and giving it all up for you was just not worth it. Mark was obviously meant for the stage, and he was meant to inspire and give hope to everyone who looked up to him.

You wanted only the best for him. He deserved all the good things in life, you wanted him to be happy. 

And so, with tears brimming your eyes, you told him to forget about you and move on. You left him without turning back, afraid that if you did, your resolve would crumble and you’d take him back right then and there.

It had already been quite some time since your relationship ended, and seeing him on the news, interviews, print ads, TV commercials, magazine features, LED ads in the city, or hearing one of their songs playing in stores while out shopping didn’t affect you that much anymore.

“Honey, I never thought I’d see you cry because of some guy on TV.” a voice behind you asks, chuckling lightheartedly. You sniffled as you hurriedly wiped your tears away.

It was your husband. 

“It must be little peanut over here causing all this.” you said as you pointed to your belly. Your husband then plops himself beside you on the couch, gently rubbing circles on your baby bump.

“Aigoo~ is it really because of you, our little peanut?” he coos affectionately before his attention was taken away by the TV as he watched Mark perform one of the songs in his album.

“Who is he?” he asks.

“Mark Lee...” you answered quietly. It has been a while since you said his name out loud, and it felt strange but familiar to you at the same time.

“Mark Lee, huh? He’s pretty good, gotta give him that!” your husband commented, “That must be why you like him?”

‘Actually… I loved him with all my heart’, you thought, but you just nodded quietly. You looked at your husband, who was bobbing his head lightly to the music, and smiled to yourself before engulfing him in a hug. You looked at Mark on the TV.

‘I’m proud of you, Mark Lee. Always.’ you thought, as a final tear for him rolled down your cheek.

[rensaries]

જ⁀➴ one look give 'em whiplash ~ na jaemin smau

chapter 16: miffy pancakes

once you and jaemin were done with your pancakes, he cleaned up the dishes while you moved over to the couch. before you could even sit down, one of his cats started roaming towards you and jumping up in your lap once you finally sat down.

you felt awkward sitting in the silence of his dorm, aside from the noises of the plates from his cleaning up. the atmosphere wasn't uncomfortable; you were actually a lot more comfortable than usual. but something about being in an only recently familiar place with someone you hadn't spent that much time with made your stomach turn. especially after the recent events with yeojin and yangyang. for a moment, you thought to yourself and questioned why you were letting yourself get this comfortable around someone like this right after you nearly died from naively trusting two idiots.

your thoughts are interrupted when jaemin finally takes a seat on the couch. you feel the need to say something to prevent the awkard silence from continuing.

"thank you again for the pancakes," you say as you shoot him a small smile.

"of course, i felt like i needed to do something nice especially after being hungover." by the look on his face you can tell he's relieved that the pancakes were a hit, you assumed he put a lot of effort into not messing the whole thing up.

"oh, and also, thank you for looking after me last night. i'm sure you can tell it's kind of hard for me to easily trust people." you cringed at the reminder of your situation with yangyang.

"no problem, i'm glad you can trust me, makes me feel special!" the boy giggles at his own comment, and you roll your eyes in responce. for a moment, you get distracted again by his looks, but you quickly come back to reality when you notice the expression on his face changes. you can tell he's curious about something but hesitant to actually say anything.

"you're gonna ask me what happened, aren't you?" at this point, you had expected people to either know every detail about your "lore" or that people would be overly curious and just scared to say anything knowing it's a sensitive topic. you weren't offended by the boy's curiosity, if that's what he was thinking of. again, you expect it by now for people to be curious, and you can tell he probably hasn't heard the scoop yet.

"i didn't wanna be the one to say anything," he lets out an awkard laugh, you can tell he regrets even thought about it. "you don't have to talk about it if you don't want to."

"no, it's okay, i've lived it and told it enough times that it doesn't really bother me to talk about it," and you mean it. one thing that helped you to cope with everything in the first place was to talk about it with your friends. it helped you process everything better and get your feelings out so that it wasn't all weighing on you at once. and as much as it affected you, you didn't really have much of a choice to get used to talking about it.

"where do i even start," you pretend to think hard as you tap you finger on your chin. "it wasn't even two months into the first semester of my freshman year when some random guy asked me out, and when i rejected him he told me i'd 'pay for it'. the next day i couldn't even step foot outside my dorm without people i've never spoken to staring at me like i had a target on my forehead. turns out that guy told his friends that i 'gave good head', which then his friends told their friends and it spread faster than any professer can grade work," it's been awhile since you've explained the entire situation to someone, and you're a lot more emotional than you thought you'd be.

"quickly, it turned into random guys coming up to me and trying to get my number, hitting on me, asking me out, and eventually it escalated so bad to the point that i was scared to even leave my dorm. i couldn't go to parties anymore without the fear that some guy would come up to me and try to make a move. there were a few guys who went as far as to borderline stalk me, following me to my dorm and harassing me. and to top it all off there were a few times where they, well, basically groped me."

the boy stared at you with his mouth agape; this also wasn't an unusual response to you sharing this information. you found it kind of funny, he looked cute, and you knew he meant well.

"i seriously have no idea what to say, that's horrible." his expression didn't change much, maybe a little more shocked than he just was.

"it is what it is. i'm just lucky most of the rumors died down by the next year."

you can see him still trying to process everything you just told him, not knowing exactly how to respond or what to think. you're just glad that you got it all off your chest to someone new, you don't think anyone but sakura understands how difficult it is for you to open up to new people.

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[bbina]

you haven't slept a wink since you've read the notification on your twitter account that chenle, your boss zhong chenle, the one and only chenle that you work for, has quote retweeted your tweet where you called him hot and that he replied saying that you should be more professional on the job

it didn't even fully register that he even had a twitter account to begin with

but the more you stare at the godforsaken tweet, the more you click on his account hoping its some fluke or some random twitter account pretending to be him but no. his account is verified so of course it had to be him

why would you tweet something that you ask yourself? you thought you were on your private twitter account. in your defense, you were tired from the day before after being out and about for the whole day. the last thing you wanted was to let your exhaustion to take over your senses and believe that your boss was actually kind of good looking if he wasn't such a menace most of the time

but here we are

its the day after and the sun is up. kun had just texted the groupchat that you should head downstairs to the hotel's breakfast buffet

you wanted to ditch. you thought of all possible lies that you could come up with in such short amount of time such as sudden food poisoning or that you weren't hungry just yet, literally any excuse not to see your boss up close face to face, not even 24 hours later after your public declaration of your boss' looks but given that you were kind of your boss' responsibility at the moment and anything that could potentially happen to you during this vacation would be entirely on him, you didn't want to make things worse than it already was

maybe that's another excuse for another time

so what do you do? you swallow your pride and any remaining form of dignity you had left and showed up to the breakfast buffet downstairs with your head held up high

maybe it was just a fluke or a fake account that has too much time in their hands that they resorted into pretending and impersonating him on twitter. maybe you did just hallucinate the entire interaction last night. maybe, just maybe—

"good morning, y/n" chenle greets upon your arrival. he's seated at a booth in the dining area, snug against the velvet cushions like he owned the place. his sunglasses still glued to his face, "i hope you continue to act professional today onwards" he smiles

oh you are so fucked.

before you can protest to defend yourself, kun pops up from behind

"morning everyone" he greets, yawning as he plops down next to chenle. he then notices the slight tension between the two of you with the way chenle has been smiling deviously at you like he has something against you while you were standing before them with your mouth opening and closing like a fish out of water

what happened before he arrived?

"what's the matter?" kun asks, clearly confused

"nothing!" you say defensively. your hand flies to your mouth at the abruptness. you immediately bow and spit out apologies to kun

chenle bites back a laugh. he nudges kun with his elbow before he props himself on the table, looking at you like you're his prey

"it's nothing serious, kun-ge. i just appreciated the compliment y/n gave me"

kun looks between you and chenle again, still confused as ever but in the end he drops it

"i don't even want to know. so, who's gonna take the first bite?" kun nods his head towards the endless array of food displayed around the room

chenle happily slides out of the booth as he makes his way towards where the plates were at. not before he gives you a sickening smile that basically screams "this is far from over"

you can only watch him in pure disbelief that this will be your new life at this point. a life wherein your boss knows that you may or may not find him attractive

kun, being the ever so nice guy. he pats your shoulder as he urges you to come with him to the plate section

"don't get all shy with us now. you're now part of the team so ease up those tense shoulders" kun chirps, handing you a plate

".. thanks sir kun"

in this very moment, you wished you were kun's personal assistant instead

BUSINESS PROPOSAL ᝰ.ᐟ . . . PROFESSIONAL

✎ . . . things aren't going as planned the way you thought it was going to be. especially the part where you find yourself falling in love with your own boss– which was definitely not part of the agreed proposal.

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[arsenysworld]

Toasted Feelings

April Ludgate x male reader

The smell hit Y/N first. Not the comforting scent of cinnamon toast or freshly brewed coffee, but the acrid stench of something burning. He poked his head into the kitchen, his sweater sleeves tugged nervously down over his hands like usual.

“Uh… is something burning?” he asked hesitantly, eyes scanning the room like a skittish cat sensing danger.

April, perched lazily on the kitchen counter, turned to face him with a look that could’ve melted steel—if she wasn't already melting a small appliance.

“Just my desire for you,” she said, her voice dripping with mock sultriness, one eyebrow arched like an evil cartoon villain.

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Y/N blinked. “April… the toaster is literally on fire.”

April didn’t even flinch. She turned her head slowly toward the toaster, which was now spurting smoke like a dying car engine. Flames licked out from the top, and a blackened bagel had surrendered to its fate inside.

“Oh,” she said flatly. “I thought it smelled like the underworld in here.”

Y/N rushed forward, flapping his sweater sleeves like wings. “Do we have a fire extinguisher?! Baking soda?! Anything?!” He opened random drawers in a panic while April finally hopped off the counter and casually unplugged the toaster.

“Relax. Fire’s just nature’s way of saying, ‘You didn’t need that appliance anyway.’” She grabbed a nearby dish towel and smothered the flame with disturbing confidence.

Y/N watched with wide eyes. “I was going to eat that bagel.”

“It was a sacrifice,” April said solemnly. “To honor the dark spirits and also to impress you.”

“You nearly burned the apartment down…”

She stepped toward him, brushing soot off her black hoodie. “And yet you’re still here. Blushing. Adorable. Smelling vaguely of smoke.”

Y/N’s face turned an even deeper shade of pink as she moved closer. “You scare me sometimes.”

“That’s how you know it’s real.” April smirked and poked his nose with her finger. “Besides, I’m the only one allowed to burn things in this relationship.”

He gave a nervous laugh, rubbing the back of his neck. “You’re… honestly kind of terrifying.”

“And you’re a human marshmallow. It works.”

Y/N hesitated, then reached out and gently touched her soot-covered hand. “Please don’t set anything else on fire today?”

April’s gaze softened just a little, and she gave him a rare, genuine half-smile. “No promises.”

They stood in silence for a moment, the kitchen still faintly smoky, the toaster still smoldering in defeat.

“…Want to get breakfast at JJ’s instead?” he offered.

April nodded. “Only if we pretend we just survived an arson attack together. Like a couple in a disaster movie.”

“Deal,” Y/N said, grabbing his coat. “I’ll be the awkward scientist who doesn’t know how to run in an action scene.”

April wrapped her arm around his waist as they walked out the door. “And I’ll be the morally ambiguous villain who turns good halfway through.”

They left the apartment behind—one fire extinguisher short, but somehow more in love than ever.

[ethicaltreatmentofcowplants]

In a rare instance of a date lot actually working out, Caden and Lilac went to my revamped version of Club Calico in Brindleton Bay. Since we're classy like that. Well, one of them is anyway.

We start out with a polite COMPLIMENT OUTFIT from Caden. Totally reasonable date-time behaviour, I'm sure you'd agree.

But guess who is a famed loather of PREPPY FASHION and has the moodlets to match?

Caden seemed to remember very quickly just who he was there on a date with, as there were plenty of MISCHIEF interactions and OUTRAGEOUS STORIES...

...including one which (to the best of my icon interpretation abilities) appeared to be some kind of charity scheme to provide mobile phones and housing for all the destitute llamas?

Hey, it's the thought that counts.

But eventually the one who I had expected to behave appropriately (not Lilac) showed that they understood the assignment.

We even got a FIRST KISS!

And a beyond first kiss.

And this makes Caden the first (and so far, only) sim to offer Lilac a massage in return. Which he got the whim to do, no less.

Caden is caressing Lilac's cheek while thinking of a mansion? She's more of a penthouse girlie (and has the simoleons to buy her own with her ARTIST career) but thanks.

They both had the whim to get a drink, and Lilac didn't hesitate to break the fourth wall and let me know that they were stuck. Can't the Watcher do anything right?

I debugged them, and Caden very kindly gave Lilac his wine after some random no-name (de)generate(d) stole hers. Now the coffee was one thing, but I'd actually paid for this.

Then there was more of the same, but up a notch or several.

(For some reason it cracks me up how Mister Clean Cut suggests "dirty fun" 🤭)

Gorgeous daybreak in the background, but I have the feeling that the sight was wasted on them.

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