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here's my hot take

[melon-fodder]

ALL YOURS • T. Hiragi

Summary: A store associate flirts with your boyfriend, and you do not appreciate it. That’s it. That’s the fic.

Word Count: 1Kish

Warnings: pwp, female-bodied reader, reader wears a skirt, dressing room sex, possessive behavior but it’s all good, dirty talk, p in v, creampies, reader is petty and we love her for it 💚

Scowl on your face, growl rumbling in your throat, you tug your boyfriend into the dressing room, shutting and locking the door to the little cubicle then turning to look up at him.

Hiragi stares down at you, one eyebrow raised, tiny smirk playing at his lips.

“I didn’t ask for any of that,” he immediately tells you.

Your voice is light when you respond, “Oh, I know.” Too light, too high-pitched, betraying the rage bubbling inside you. “I’m not mad at you.”

“Sure look like ya are,” he snorts, leaning against the wall and crossing his arms.

“I’m not!” you repeat, “I’m mad at her.” The little sales associate who batted her eyes and giggled and held up different shirts while complimenting your boyfriend. Your very hot, very spoken-for boyfriend.

“This color would look great on you. Your shoulders would fill this out really nicely.” Teehee, look at me twirl my hair and push my tits together, oh is that your girlfriend? Oopsie.

Even when you’d glared at her, she didn’t relent. If anything she tried to turn up her so-called charm, which is when Hiragi finally started catching on and let you pull him away.

“So, you’re not gonna yell at me?” he questions as if you have a habit of doing that.

You squint at him in confusion before shaking it off and stepping toward him.

“No, I’m gonna fuck you in this dressing room and hope that bitch hears.”

His eyes flash, mouth curling into a cocky grin. “Oh yeah?”

You hook a finger in his chain and use it to bring his face closer to yours.

“Yeah.”

You may be the one initiating, but Hiragi is the first to move, catching you in a searing kiss while allowing you to back him up into the little bench.

You’re glad you decided to wear a skirt—a little short, a little showy, but the ease of access can’t be beat, and your boyfriend proves it by slipping his hand under the fabric, rubbing your slit through your thong so that you gasp.

He pushes the flimsy material to the side, exhales when his finger dips between your folds to feel you.

“You really think I’d ever look at anyone else when I’ve got you?” he rumbles, teasing your hole as you fumble with his belt. “I’d never give up this pussy, not when she’s so sweet to me.”

You surge upward to kiss him again, trapping his bottom lip between your teeth, and he responds by shoving his finger deeper inside of you, causing you to release him when your jaw drops open.

Pulling himself free from his pants, he strokes himself a few times, still thrusting his finger inside of you, and when he sits down on the bench he uses that finger to guide you to his lap, pushing hard against your g-spot so that your knees wobble and you all but fall on top of him.

He adds another finger, scissoring you open before fucking them deeper into you. Lewd, wet squelches fill the little room, and Hiragi grins, speaking against your ear, “whole store’s gonna hear how messy I make this pussy. Is’at what you want?”

Maybe not the whole store, but definitely the perky little associate.

“Want everyone to hear how hot you get me,” you moan, growing more breathless with every movement. Fuck, Hiragi knows exactly how to touch you, makes you buzz like an exposed nerve.

You whimper when he slips his fingers out, but they’re quickly replaced with the fat head of his cock. He slides it up and down your slit a few times, gathering some of your glossy slick before he slowly begins to bully his way into your cunt.

“Ffffuck,” you hiss, letting your head hang back as you wiggle your hips in an attempt to accommodate him.

He uses one hand to guide you further down his length, the other still holding your panties to the side until he mutters something under his breath and takes a couple seconds to tear them in two, carelessly tossing them aside.

“You don’t need tho—oh, fuck,” he groans when you let yourself drop down until Hiragi’s bottomed out inside of you. “God dammit, baby, warn a guy.”

“But you’re so cute when your eyes roll like that,” you play, rocking in his lap as you get used to his size.

He growls, crushing his mouth against yours as he starts bouncing you up and down. Your whine is muffled, just like his promise, “gonna make your eyes roll so far in the back of your head, they get stuck there.”

“Sexy,” you mumble with a smushed smile, but he ignores it, fingers pressing into the fat around your hips, starting to move you up and down to his liking.

“Gonna make you drool for me, baby. Make sure you’re all fucked out when we leave so that little girl sees.”

You’re already fucking drooling for him, your mouth and your pussy as your arousal leaks out around his length. The bench leaves you with little surface area to use for leverage, but you manage to angle your hips just right so that the flared head of Hiragi’s cock drags against your g-spot.

“Gonna make me squirt, Ragi,” you warn him when you feel the pressure building. “Gonna get you messy too.”

“Good, that’s what I want.”

He bites your neck, teeth nearly breaking skin, and he reaches between you to swipe over your clit, growling when he feels a sudden gush of liquid against his hand.

“That’s my fuckin’ girl, just like that.”

He doesn’t stop, keeps rutting up into you, hitting that spot so that you see stars. Your jaw hangs slack, barely registering the way he reattaches himself to your neck and starts sucking.

You squirt for him again and again, uncaring of his pants or the soaked carpet beneath you.

“I’m yours, ya know that?” he huffs, thrusts starting to get erratic—reckless as he nears his peak. “m’yours just like you’re mine, yeah?”

You nod mutely, feeling your muscles start to tense, body wanting to curl inward, but Hiragi doesn’t let it, not with the way he pulls you flush against him.

“Say it, babydoll,” he commands, cockhead kissing your cervix and pulling pitiful sounds from you.

“I’m—I’m yours.”

“And?”

The heat inside of you reaches its boiling point and overflows, your orgasm crashing into you, making you clench and spasm and chant, “you’re mine—mine, mine, fuck…”

He topples after you, slamming into you from below as he shoots lines of hot cum deep inside of you.

“That’s right,” he slurs, “all yours, baby.”

You ride it out, falling against Hiragi’s chest when he rests against the wall. Heavy breaths are passed between the two of you, a few languid kisses, then a groan when you clench around him just for fun.

“They’re gonna have to shampoo the carpet in here,” he mumbles, eyes closed, smiling.

“Sounds like a them problem.”

He laughs, a deep, beautiful sound that vibrates in his chest.

“You’re cute when you’re jealous.”

“I’m not jealous, I’m territorial.”

“Still cute.”

You roll your eyes then dismount your boyfriend rather ungracefully, already able to feel him seeping out of you.

“You know what’s not cute? Walking outta here with your cum dripping down my legs.”

Hiragi flashes you an easy grin, taking his time tucking himself back into his pants.

“Want me to clean it up for you?” He asks, licking his lips.

It’s tempting. And you tell him as much. But…

“I’d rather let her see.”

He makes a strangled noise and swears. “Talk all slutty like that, and I’m gonna get hard again.”

You wink at him, double check to make sure he’s all zipped up, then open the door.

Hiragi follows you out, neither of you bothering to grab your ruined panties off the ground. You know your hair is a bit mussed, clothes wrinkled, and you are extremely aware of Hiragi’s cooling cum streaming down your thighs. That’s just you, though. Your boyfriend might look even more disheveled than you with his blond hair out of place, neck still flushed pink, pants stained darker over his crotch and thighs from your squirt.

It’s worth it when you run into the little sales associate, though. Just outside of the dressing rooms, as it happens. Her cheeks are red, and her eyes widen when she takes both of you in.

“Did—ehem—did anything fit?” she asks, forcing an unconvincing grin.

“Oh yeah,” you answer with a sugary smile, “we found something that fit perfectly.”

“Good! Glad to hear it.” She doesn’t bother to mention that neither of you are holding any clothing.

“Yeah,” Hiragi nods toward her, grabbing your hand and leading you away while calling over his shoulder, “thanks for all your help.”

[itsbeeble]

Gorgeous

SUMMARY: Minghao was the black sheep, though you'd never understood why. Maybe it's time you figure it out.

GENRE: smut, fluff, angst (MAJOR ANGST)

PAIRING: Xu Minghao x afab!reader

WC: 5.5k

SERIES MASTERLIST

PERM TAGLIST: @juyeonszn @winterchimez

SERIES TAGLIST: @captain-brie @nobraincellmode

18+ MDNI AGELESS BLOGS WILL BE BLOCKED

WARNINGS: this is actually really dark, infidelity, rich people core, p in v sex, exhibitionism (yn gets fingered in the back of her car while on the phone), minghao is possessive, stalker themes, criminal, mentions of blood, reader gets injured, a lot goes on actually i've never written something like this el oh el

A/N: this was NOT supposed to end up like it did, but I decided on a whim to do this. Thank you to @sungbeam and @mosviqu for beta reading this (even if some of it was very last minute). I hope everyone enjoys this as much as I did teehee

“Who is that?” You tilt your head, eyes trained in the direction of someone you’d never seen before at these functions. Your friend, Jang Gyuri, follows your eyes and kisses her teeth. 

“Xu Minghao,” she brings her lips close to your ear so only you can hear her. No need for prying eyes and ears to hear what she has to say and spread unwanted rumors. “I’d stay away from him if I were you.”

“Why?” 

Many people would have described you as innocent. You came from “new money” as they would call it. Your father practically struck gold when he decided in his early thirties to start a business. The company grew quickly, the products being released becoming popular all over South Korea and, eventually, internationally. You knew that you should pay more attention to his work, as you’d likely inherit it one day, but you can’t find it in you to care. With this recent rise to power, you’d been taking advantage of your seemingly neverending access to parties of all kinds. Galas, clubs, birthday parties for the spoiled brats that had been born into this life. You were a free spirit, never one to avoid cameras, and that made you dangerous in the eyes of many in this country. Gyuri told you that, though old money was never afraid of new money, new money had the power of intimidation.

She’d told you many names as examples: Wen Junhui, Choi Yeonjun, Lee Chan, Han Jisung, Bae Joohyun, Kang Seulgi, Chwe Hansol. Though their families weren’t necessarily liked, they held status among the wealthy children for varying reasons— proving their worth being the main reason, intimidation being another. 

Xu Minghao, however, was never a name you had heard in these recent months. Maybe there was a reason for that, you note when your eyes meet his lidded ones and he flashes you a lazy smirk. Your cheeks heat up, and you turn your gaze back to Gyuri. She’s giving you a dirty look, her painted red lips pursed and her eyebrows knit together. 

“He’s bad news, Y/N,” she warns. “Seungcheol will tell you about it, and he’d want you to be careful around him.”

“Seungcheol,” your voice is laced with venom, “is in the bathroom with Seo Yookyung. I don’t think he cares what I do, so long as I don’t ruin his reputation.”

“That’s not exactly what I would call a healthy relationship.” 

Both you and Gyuri flinch, startled by the interruption, and turn to scold whoever jumped into a private conversation. 

You fall short, however, your mouth partially hanging open with shock and, honestly, awe. 

From afar, you could tell that he was attractive but now that he’s up close? You feel like you could sink and drown in him. Long dark hair, thin and pointed face, scrutinizing eyes. He was intimidating to most, this you could tell. But to you?

He was the most gorgeous person you had ever had the pleasure of laying your eyes on. 

“Xu Minghao,” Gyuri’s tone is cold and she shuffles to stand just slightly in front of you, something both you and Minghao notice. 

“Jang Gyuri,” Minghao mocks, sticking one of his hands into a pocket in his slacks.

“What are you doing here? Don’t you know by now that you aren’t welcome?” Her words are sharp, and it almost scares you. Gyuri, despite her reputation for being cruel, had always been kind to you. She’d been a sort of mentor to you, teaching you the rights and wrongs in terms of “rich behavior”. She taught you the right people to associate with, and the wrong people to associate with. However, she had never once raised her voice or made you feel unwelcome. Quite unlike how she talks to Minghao. 

“I go wherever I please, Jang Gyuri.” Minghao sighs, a puff of air that makes a few loose strands of hair flutter out of his face. Then his eyes return to you, scanning your body but not in a seductive manner. No, he’s curious. You can see it in his eyes, behind the cold front he puts up. “And…who might you be?” 

“None of your business—”

“L/N Y/N—”

You and Gyuri speak at the same time, and you shut your mouth quickly when she shoots you another nasty look. Minghao, however, is amused. One side of his mouth quirks up in a mild show of this, the corners of his lips picking up. 

“So, which is it?” He inquires. “None of your business or Y/N L/N? I’m not a betting man, but I’d wager that it’s the latter.” 

You poorly stifle a laugh, covering it with a cough. 

“What do you want?” Gyuri hisses out, tapping a heel on the marble floor impatiently. Minghao presses his lips together, loosely shrugging his shoulders. 

“Just wanted to see if I could buy your lovely friend here a drink.”

“She’s taken.”

“She,” you finally interrupt Gyuri and place a hand on her collarbone to gently push her back. “Can speak for herself. And she will need a few more drinks to make it through the night.”

Gyuri sputters out an argument, trying to get you to stop, but Minghao grins down at you and offers his arm. You gladly take it, giving Gyuri one more warning look before you’re tugged away through the crowd. 

“You’re new money.” Minghao leans against the counter next to you while you sit on one of the few open stools left. There’s a martini in front of you, one that’s barely been touched since you received it a few minutes ago. 

“Is it that obvious?” You tilt your head and Minghao smiles, his head dipping down a bit. 

“Not entirely,” he looks back up and shifts his weight. “Only if you know what to look for.” 

“And what, exactly,” you lean toward him, resting your chin on the back of your hand, “are you looking for?”

His tongue runs over his lip, eyebrows furrowing in thought. 

“You’re interesting, Y/N L/N.” Evading the question. 

“Oh?” You finally bring your martini glass to your lips, taking a small sip of the alcoholic beverage. “Why is that, Xu Minghao?” 

“You don’t…you don’t know who I am, do you?” Your lips quirk into a small smile.

“No, I don’t. Is it something important?” 

For the first time since you’d begun talking to him, he falls quiet in a way that shows discomfort. Your smile drops, and you lean back on your stool. 

“Minghao,” you start. “Is there something I should know?” 

You see a muscle in his jaw feather, see his eyes dance around you to see who was around. One of your hands falls to your lap, playing with the expensive fabric of your dress. Now he’s avoiding your questions. 

“I’m…” he huffs out a breath, tilting his head back and scoffing out a laugh. “I can’t believe I’m saying this to someone I just met, but…there’s something about you that I just can’t place.”

“I’ve been told that by many people.” Minghao shifts closer to you, his arm resting on the back of your chair. 

“What else have they told you?”

“That I can be a bit…straightforward.” His other hand is on the counter, and your fingers dance just a bit closer to his, the tips brushing together slightly. “That when I get nervous, I either talk too much or not at all.”

“And…?” He leans his head down a bit. 

“That you’re bad,” your voice lowers, your lips curling into a smirk. “That I should stay away from you.”

“And I take it you don’t listen to these people, do you?” Minghao asks, his voice dropping an octave. There’s tension around you, something so thick you could cut it with a knife.

“Not at all.”

“What would they do if I asked you to leave with me?” His fingers finally lace with yours and you hum, pretending to think.

“Seungcheol might not like that very much.”

Minghao scoffs. “You know damn well that he left a long time ago.” 

“But still…” you sigh and shake your head. “Someone has to be loyal.” 

A nod from the man in front of you, and a sly smile. 

“I understand, and I won’t make you do anything.” He squeezes your hand once, and you feel him slide a piece of paper into your palm. He waits for your fingers to close around the paper before he pulls his hand away. “You’ll know where to find me when you change your mind and drop him. And, when you do, I’ll be waiting.”

When he leaves the building, you feel like you can finally breathe. Your shoulders relax, your heart beating rapidly in your chest. You’re in the middle of trying to get your body under control when Gyuri stomps back over to you. 

“What the hell were you thinking, talking to a man like him?” Her nails dig into your upper arm, scraping into your skin and causing you to suck in a sharp breath. “Are you stupid?”

“I don’t see what your problem is,” you sigh and finish off your martini before sliding off your barstool. Your feet are aching at this point, and you’re just itching to get out of this dress. “He isn’t as bad as you think he is.”

“Xu Minghao isn’t the man he’s seemed to convince you he is.” Gyuri warns you. “He’s a liar, just like his father is. He’ll hurt you, Y/N, and don’t come crying to me when he does. I’ll just tell you that I warned you and tried to stop you. I won’t help you if you get yourself tangled up with him.”

“It’s a good thing I won’t need your help then, isn’t it?” You retort, tearing your arm out of her grip and straightening your posture. “I know exactly what I’m doing, Gyuri, and I won’t let you or Seungcheol stop me anymore.”

“Gyuri tells me you’ve been talking to Xu Minghao.” Seungcheol looks at you in the mirror as he tightens the tie around his throat. You’re in the middle of sliding on another pair of uncomfortable shoes that will have your toes bleeding by the end of the night, and raise your gaze to look at him.

“I have. Only once, though.” Your eyes return to the ground to grab the second heel. For two weeks you had been talking to this…mystery man. You’d learned more about him every day, of his father’s scandals that would have left his family bankrupt had Minghao not come out and saved the company. You found it admirable but most chose to despise him, refusing partnerships and refusing to admit the good he’s done for his company and family as someone so young. 

And, of course, you had only done this with a little bit of research and a quick phone call to the number he slipped into your hand. You’re sure Seungcheol knows this, knows that you’re too curious for your own good. This is something the two of you had argued about far too many times to count, and he’s since given up on trying to stop you.

“I’m sure that you’re aware of everything, then?”

“Aware of Minghao’s father or of your infidelity?” You rise to your feet, and Seungcheol freezes for just a moment before carrying on.

“Ah.”

“If you’re going to whore yourself out,” Your hand brushes against your boyfriend’s shoulder and you spin him around so you can tie the fabric around his neck. “At least do it where no one will see you.” Your lips are drawn into a tight smile and you rest your hand on his chest. “At least do it where no one will see you, my love.”

“I take it…” Seungcheol watches you walk away and listens to the clicking of your heels on the ground. “...that the engagement is off, then?”

“Correct.” 

“What will you do?” You turn to look at the man you once tolerated, now finding him disgusting. 

“I think that I’ll be just fine. I have an apartment, I have a family that loves me, and a thriving company that I need to learn to lead. You, however, should worry about your status once news of your actions hits the papers come Monday.” 

Seungcheol nods slowly, his tongue digging into his cheek. 

“I have a ride to the gala,” you make your way for the bedroom door, lips drawn into a thin line. “I will have someone collect my things tomorrow morning, so make sure everything is exactly as it is now because they will have a list and I will come for everything you have if your toy for the night has the gall to take my belongings again.”

Seungcheol looks at you for a long moment, watching you leave the room before choosing to follow you. 

“And what of the deal your father made with my company?”

“Find someone else,” you shrug. “My father just wanted to make connections and you happened to give him the perfect opportunity to benefit both companies.”

“I could tell people, you know.” Seungcheol places his hand on the front door, stopping you from leaving. You turn to face him, your eyes narrowed. He doesn’t appear angry, yet he isn’t looking too pleased either. “That you had an affair. They would believe me. They would never believe someone like you.”

An easy smile passes over your lips, and you place a hand on his chest. “I don’t need them to believe me. Gyuri, on the other hand…” you kiss your teeth. “She can be quite the devil, no?”

“Gyuri trusts him?” Seungcheol asks and you can practically taste the disbelief. 

“No, she doesn’t,” your lips draw into a thin line. “She does, however, trust me.”

A silent type of anger radiates off Seungcheol as you turn away from him again. This time, when the door shuts, he doesn’t follow you. You’re glad he doesn’t. It makes it much easier to steady your breathing and the shaking in your hands.

You arrive at the party alone this time. There is no Gyuri and no Seungcheol to protect you from the cameras, from the invasive questions, and the microphones shoved into your face. It startles you and before you can get one foot out of the door, your body freezes up. One of the guards your father hired yells something, and then there’s someone sliding into your car and pushing you back. 

“Take a breath,” a soft, silky voice pushes through the yells outside the car. A hand cradles the back of your head, tangling in your long strands of hair, pulling you closer and tucking you into the crook of his neck. “Just breathe, love.” 

Maybe it's the adrenaline, maybe it’s the freedom you now know you have, but suddenly you’re laughing and pulling away from Minghao. He looks just as stunning as the last time you saw him. Dark hair, narrowed eyes, lips drawn into a thin line. He’s wearing a suit similar to last time— all black, the top few buttons of his dress shirt undone. 

“Are you alright?” His hand comes to your cheek, letting you nestle into his gentle hold. “Talk to me, love. Are you alright?” 

But you just keep laughing, and then you’re clutching at his collar and yanking him toward you for a furious kiss. He freezes against you, one hand on your cheek and the other on your waist. It takes him a moment to reciprocate, to get over the initial shock and sink into you. His lips move softly against yours, forcing you to calm down and actually breathe like he’d requested. 

After a few moments, you pull away and lean your forehead against his. 

“So that’s what this is about?” Minghao murmurs. “You just wanted my attention, is that it?” 

“Not necessarily,” you pull away from him, but he doesn’t let you go very far. His hand is just around the curve of your waist, holding you near to him. “I have other reasons.”

“And what would they be?” His lips press against the corner of your mouth, and you feel butterflies erupt in your stomach like a teenager in love.

“I like you, Xu Minghao.” God, you sound like one as well. “Very much.”

“I like you too, Y/N L/N.” Another kiss, this time tilting your head to reach the corner of your jaw. The car starts moving again, and Minghao calls out an address. His address, you assume. 

“You’re gorgeous, Minghao,” He laughs against your skin, trailing his lips down your neck slowly. “It makes it hard, you know.”

“Makes what hard, my flower.” 

“To focus. To talk to you. You make me so nervous, it’s infuriating.” Your breath hitches as he sucks gently at the skin above a vein. Your hand curls around his neck, tangling in his long strands of hair. 

Minghao doesn’t respond, but you don’t mind. Not when he drags you into his lap, the fabric around your body now splayed across the backseat of your car. You can hear your phone ringing, but you ignore it until the sound disappears. You focus on Minghao, focus on the feel of his lips on your skin and his hands all over your body. You focus on swiping your tongue over his lip, on pressing forward until his back is digging into the door, the armrest uncomfortable against his spine but neither of you cares.

Your phone rings again and, this time, Minghao pulls away from you, tilting your chin up and handing you the slim device. 

“It’s your father, I think.” His lips press against your jaw, and you exhale shakily. “Shouldn’t worry him too much.”

“Minghao—”

“Answer him.” His hand replaces his lips, giving your jaw a slight squeeze. “Or I will.”

The third ring comes, and you swallow hard. Minghao smiles, his lips curling up as he takes the phone from your hand and swipes on the green button.

“Y/N.” Your father’s voice is steady, and you can hear the exasperation. “What is this I’m hearing from Choi Seungcheol that the engagement is off?” 

Minghao’s lips touch your neck again, his fingers sliding under the fabric of your gown to trace up your thigh. It takes all the power in your body to not gasp into the microphone, your eyes fluttering as he touches you.

“He— what did he say?” You briefly stumble over your words, trying desperately to keep a firm grip on your phone and nearly failing when Minghao’s hand dips past your lacy underwear. Two fingers prod at your core and your breath hitches. Your free hand drops down and grips Minghao’s wrist tightly. He shoots you a playful smirk, lips puffy from kissing you and from sucking at your neck. You let him go.

“That you’ve left him. That you had an affair with…” you hear shuffling on the other end of the line, and then a loud sigh. “Xu Minghao?”

“That would be a lie, father.” You inform the older man, and Minghao’s fingers sink deep into you. It’s a wonder you haven’t moaned into your phone yet but with the way his skillful hand pumps in and out of you, soon you very well might. His thumb pushes at your clit, and you let your head drop into his neck, begging silently for him to have mercy on your poor mind and body. 

“Is that so?”

“Seungcheol had an affair. Well, several affairs. Minghao simply helped me realize that I wouldn’t—” Your voice cracks as a little whimper almost makes its way out of your mouth. Minghao leans his head against yours and you can feel his cheeks stretching into a smile as he continues to drag his fingers in and out of your sopping-wet walls. He scissors them a bit, and then you feel a third sink into you. Your legs begin to shake and try to close, and with his free hand Minghao grabs onto one of your thighs to hold them open. “—wouldn’t be happy if I stayed with him.”

You hope that the shaking in your voice can pass as upset tears.

“I don’t— It doesn’t matter if you end up happy. I want what’s best for you and the business. Marrying Seungcheol would have balanced this.”

“Marrying Seungcheol would lead to a miserable life and the downfall of two companies.” You snap back, and you hear Minghao beginning to whisper praises into your ear. With red cheeks and a swelling heart, your hips begin to roll down on his fingers. “Minghao, at least, will keep me happy and will benefit both companies in many ways.”

Silence on your father’s end, and a knot begins to form in your stomach. 

“Don’t cum yet, flower.” Minghao murmurs, licking at the skin under your ear. “Wait until he hangs up.”

I can’t. You want to scream. Every curl of his fingers, every brush of his thumb against your clit. It’s all becoming too much for you. It’s incredible you’re able to keep yourself together while on the phone.

“Is this what you really want?” Your father asks, and your whole body shudders against Minghao. 

“It— it is.” You gasp. Another pregnant pause. Fuck, it’s like your father wants you to suffer.

“Have him come by my office tomorrow for lunch. We’ll all talk then.”

You don’t get the chance to respond before he’s hanging up the phone and the car is rolling to a stop. Minghao rips his fingers out of you, effectively ruining the high you’d been approaching. 

“You’re— you’re horrible.” You whine, watching as he brings his fingers to his mouth and sucks them clean. 

“You love it, though.” He grins and slides you off his lap so he can get the door. Your body feels like jelly, your mind in a haze. You hardly notice Minghao tugging you by the hand, guiding you out of the car and to the front door of a beautiful house— so beautiful that it nearly takes your breath away.

Minghao’s arm is placed delicately on the small of your back, and you let him guide you into the house and up a grand marble staircase. You can’t begin to express the awe you feel. You can’t help the giddy feeling in your bones when you reach the top of the staircase and Minghao takes your hand. It appears, however, that he is feeling just about the same as you when he smiles so wide that you fear his lips would become stuck like that, and he drags you quickly toward a bedroom.

You let him press you down on the bed and let him kiss his way from your mouth to your jaw, down your neck, and begin to peel the straps of your gown down your body so he can expose more and more skin. You feel like you’re burning up, feel like your body is being set ablaze wherever he touches your body. The zipper along the side of the dress is tugged town, and you raise your hips so Minghao can peel it down the rest of the way and throw the fabric somewhere across the room.

“I should be mad at you for that,” you say to him, although you relish in the feeling of his lips trailing down the valley of your breasts. “That dress was a very expensive gift.”

“Oh?” Minghao’s voice is muffled, and he tugs your panties down your legs as he speaks. “From who?” 

You watch as he begins to rid himself of his clothing, watch as he reveals every gorgeous inch of his skin to you. 

“Seungcheol.” His gaze hardens when he sees you smirk. 

“Then I should burn it, I think. Replace it with something newer, prettier, pricier.” He hovers his body over yours, lacing the fingers of one hand through your own and using his free hand to align himself with you. A pleased sigh is emitted from your lips as he sinks in, back arching as he begins to stretch you out.

“Is that so?” You breathe out. Your hands tangle in his hair, pulling his face closer until you can kiss him. 

“Mmm.” Minghao hums against you, beginning to roll his hips slowly into yours. “I should burn everything that he has ever given you, I think.” 

You can barely respond, your voice seemingly broken and replaced by gasps for air as he begins to thrust into you harder and faster and you can’t seem to get control of your body. He doesn’t care, though. He doesn’t care that you can only roll your hips into his, can only bite into his skin, and leave dark marks that he won’t be able to hide (not that he would want to). Knowing that you’re enjoying this, fucked too dumb to speak even though he’d only been inside of you for barely a few minutes, it’s all enough for him. It’s more than enough. 

“What would he say if he saw us like this?” Minghao continues, his hands sliding down your legs and gently pushing them farther apart. “Hm? Would he stop me? Would he try to fight for you?”

You try to tell him he wouldn’t, but all that comes out of you is helpless babbles. 

“I would,” he hisses, and the knot in your stomach returns. It builds and builds, growing tighter and tighter with each passing moment. “He doesn’t deserve you. He doesn’t deserve to touch you, to feel you.” 

“And—” you finally manage to choke out a few words. “And what— what m-makes you—oh god, Minghao please— think that— that you do?” 

“You already know why, my flower.” Minghao’s hips are slapping against yours at a pace— at a furosity— that you can’t keep up with, “Do you really need me to spell it out for you?” 

The knot in your stomach snaps, your walls fluttering around him but he’s relentless. He pounds into you as your body convulses underneath him, your pathetic whines and moans turning into desperate wails. 

“I’m better than him in every way,” Minghao grits out, desperately fighting off his own orgasm. “Do you know how long I’ve been keeping an eye on you? How long I’ve wanted to take you from him? You have no idea how hard it was to not take you into the bathroom that night and fuck you the way you deserved. I wanted so badly for you to be mine.”

Overstimulation begins to wash over you, becoming a pleasurable sting that you don’t want to go away. His cock twitches inside of you and his breathing becomes heavier. You can see him trying to say something more, but all that comes out of him is a heavy groan, and then his hips are stuttering against yours. Warm cum spills into you, mixing with your own, and spilling out onto the sheets beneath you. Your legs thrash in Minghao’s grip, but he pins you down as his hips slow. His hair is messy, his forehead tinged with sweat. You can see his mouth hanging open a bit, heavy breaths rolling out of him. 

Do you know how long I’ve been keeping an eye on you?

The sentence replays over and over in your mind amidst the scattered post-sex thoughts. 

How long I’ve wanted to take you from him?

Minghao rolls to the side, laying beside you on his large bed. 

He didn’t say anything to you, and you didn’t say anything to him. 

It was pure silence. A silence that allowed for clear thoughts. 

Do you know how long I’ve been keeping an eye on you?

The drive to your father’s company the next day is…quiet to say the least. There’s an air of discomfort around the two of you and you’re unsure of whether it’s due to him having to meet your father or the conversation that will follow. Minghao, much like the night the two of you met and you’d asked about why everyone seemed to disapprove of him, was tense. His hands were set on his knees, squeezing tightly to the point of his knuckles turning white. His head is turned away from you, keeping his gaze on the city as you drive. It makes you nervous. Had you done something wrong? Was he regretting everything? 

You swallow hard, mimicking his position and turning to look out the window. 

Do you know how long I’ve been keeping an eye on you?

There had been something so off about the way he said that. You still couldn’t quite figure out what it was, and it had your stomach churning uncomfortably. 

The feeling only worsens when you pull up in front of your father’s building and Gyuri is standing with Seungcheol. Both look upset, standing straight with their arms folded behind their backs. 

“What is this?” Minghao murmurs, thanking the driver quietly when his door opens. You slide out behind him, taking his hand in your own as he helps you stand. 

“I’m…I’m not sure what this is.” You admit, your eyebrows knitting together as Gyuri approaches you. “Gyuri, what’s happening?”

“You need to come with me,” she tugs at your arm, attempting to pull you away from your new lover. 

“What?” Your hand tightens in Minghao’s, your feet gluing into place. “What— what are you talking about? Gyuri, what’s going on? What is Seungcheol doing here?” 

“Y/N,” Seungcheol steps toward you, but Minghao is faster and pushes you behind him. Your hand dislodges from his, and you yelp as Gyuri practically rips you away from him. Your knees hit the ground, skin scraping against pavement. The door of the company building practically flies open, a few police officers filing out with your father taking up the rear. 

“Father?” Your throat is closing up, too many emotions pulsing through your body. 

“What is this?” Minghao is yelling. People are stopping on the streets to stare. Gyuri and Seungcheol pull you to your fight, and you don’t think you have the strength to stop them. “Y/N, WHAT IS THIS?”

For a moment, you’re afraid. He lunges for you, and two officers grab at him. He looks rabid, his eyes crazed and teeth bared like some animal as he yells and screams and kicks against the people holding him. Your father approaches you, relief replacing the typical stone-cold gaze he gives you.

“What’s happening?” You’re sobbing now, blood washing down your legs. Gyuri is crying with you, and Seungcheol’s hands are shaking.

“Are you alright?” Your father asks. “Did he do anything to you?”

“I— what—” you can’t breathe. 

“Xu Minghao,” an officer speaks over the commotion. “You are under arrest for the crimes of criminal harassment, assault and battery, and extortion. You have the right to remain silent. Anything you say can and will be used against you in a court of law. You have the right to an attorney. If you cannot afford an attorney—”

“GET YOUR FUCKING HANDS OFF ME—” Minghao’s hand flies out, nearly clipping the officer in the jaw as he finishes speaking. 

He yells obscenities, yells for you, at you, at the people around him. He curses wildly, using every name under the sun, threatens death upon everyone.

Do you know how long I’ve been keeping an eye on you?

“I’m sorry.” 

Gyuri is sitting on the chair beside you as you get your knees treated. You stare blankly ahead of you, and she turns her head to Seungcheol, silently pleading for help.

“Y/N,” he says slowly, “do you understand what’s happening?”

No response.

“Minghao…we told you he was not the man you thought he was. You fell too hard, too fast, didn’t give us time to tell you everything.” 

Silence. Gyuri starts talking again, not knowing if you heard anything they were saying.

“He’s…he was planning on using you, Y/N. Using you to get…to get your father’s company, just like he did with his own father. It…it was all fake. Everything you learned about him, everything we all thought we knew about him…it was all lies. It was in the small details.”

People always said you were innocent. People always called you naive. You trusted too easily, loved even easier. It made it easy to use you, to take everything you had and throw you to the side. Some people of new money were able to gain the respect of those of old money, but you?

No one would ever respect you. 

Not after you fell for the gorgeous man, fell for his gorgeous lies and fantasies. 

Thinking about him here in this hospital room…

Something about it makes you want to sink and drown and die. Maybe that would be easier.

“Can… can I leave?” you look up at Seungcheol, tears welling in your eyes. He looks heartbroken. “I want— I want to leave, Seungcheol. Can we leave?”

Heartbroken. That’s the look in his eye that you couldn’t recognize last night. It wasn’t anger, it wasn’t the realization that he had lost you. 

“We can go. It’s over now.”

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[restinslices]

Heyyy omg first i wanted to say how much i love the things you write!! Thanks for giving me for free teehee ;p Second... sorry i always feel so awkward when i ask someone to write something that i dream of, like, i'm demanding or being selfish lmaooo im sorry for rambling... SORRY I NEED TO ASK ONLY YOU CAN DO IIITTTTT: So, i was watching Avatar: the legend of aang and there is this part when the group goes to a theater and Katara (the protagonist love interest) sits and then one of the group sits beside her and the protagonist is like "hey can you let me sit there?" its so cute like... SO SORRY, But do you think would be nice a fic, headcanon or anything when the reader is very liked by Kung Lao, Johnny and Kenshi (or any character you like) and they kind fight each other to stay closer to the reader or spend more time with them... Sorry for my bad english i had to let this out...

Idk why my brain was struggling to figure out how to write this but there we are. I hope you like it!

You were waiting for this particular movie for a long time and although you told them that coming with you wasn't necessary and you didn't wanna be a bother, they decided to join anyway 

To you it looks like “wow, my friends are so nice”. To them it's “I can't wait to spend more time- y'all are coming too?!”

The fighting to stay near you begins early on

You ask to ride shotgun and obviously they say yes. Now they're fighting over who drives 

Kung Lao says he can drive because he'll get you there quicker 

Johnny says he can drive because he's the better driver and won't get you arrested (Kung Lao tends to speed)

Kenshi… well… he knows to sit this one out 

None of them get their way though because Raiden ends up driving 

Which annoys all of them because Raiden is the only one who doesn't like you 

Childhood best friends who could only see each other as siblings type of shit. It pisses all of them off because that means Raiden is always near you 

You go to a store to get snacks because who actually buys snacks at the movie theater? 

And they are latched to you

You say to spread out and get whatever candy or snacks they want and they all magically want whatever snacks are in the aisle you're in 

It's pathetic 

Little problem though. You have two sides and it's three of them

There's behind you but it's not the same. It doesn't feel like they're apart of a conversation 

“Everyone thinks I'm blind so to avoid suspicion, I should hold onto you”

Kenshi’s resourceful (I still don't know if he can see now or just in combat) 

That guarantees him a spot by your side 

Now the two most conceded people gotta fight for that next spot 

Johnny immediately slides next to you but Kung Lao squeezes in and pretends he sees candy he really likes 

He actually hates Sweet Tarts but it worked at least 

These two are giving each other funny looks the whole time in the store 

That's pretty much all they do the whole time you're in the store. Just sliding in between each other 

Then you get back in the car and Raiden drives again, which still bothers them 

You get to the theater, get your tickets and get to your room or whatever it's called. Last movie I saw in theaters was Black Widow-

You like sitting in the outer seat though so that means only one person can sit by you 

Raiden goes to sit by you and at this point, they think it's on purpose 

Johnny shoves $20 in his hand and has him sit somewhere else 

So now the other two are mentally booing 

Johnny goes to use the bathroom and Kung Lao sits in his seat, even though you say Johnny is gonna want his spot back 

And of course Johnny comes back and wants Kung Lao to move, which causes a whisper argument and you have to take matters into your own hands and tell them both to move and for Kenshi to sit by you since they wanna be childish 

They legit wanna kill each other now 

“Everything was going fine. Why'd you take my spot?!” “You moved!” “I hate you” “Hate your debt” “Weren't you rejected as the champion?” “Weren't you?”

Kenshi is feeling great though. You guys are whispering and laughing the whole time 

He definitely feels better than the other two 

He makes sure to hold his bladder. Y'all are not finna fuck him over 

The other two are side eyeing him the whole time

They use passing snacks as a way to still chat but you’re like “bro there’s a movie on”

The movie ends and you guys leave and they don't even protest about Raiden driving because they know it is what it is 

They drop you off first and once you're inside, the yelling starts 

Multiple things are revealed 

A) Raiden knew what he was doing. He finds it funny. 

B) Kung Lao and Johnny are now enemies for life 

C) Kenshi believes he has a better chance with you now 

More events will be planned and this will happen all over again so good luck 

Y’all I made a library run and I’m so hype for these books. Y’all don’t understand. I was riding my bike back home with a smile on my face

[jakowskis]

torchwood resources

just some stuff i've accumulated during this fixation :) hope it proves handy :D

ianto's-desktop (livejournal) - archived most of the things found on the torchwood website during season 1 and season 2; the only thing missing is the videos. / note: click the headers of the posts to see the full thing, or some stuff with appear incomplete. took me a sec to figure out, lol

speaking of the website...

season 1 website (archive.org)

season 2 website (archive.org) - unlike the s1 website, the bulk of the s2 site's content is pretty inaccessible through the wayback machine (at least for me; maybe i'm doing something wrong), so thank g-d for ianto's desktop

there's also a good amount of rebloggable site content in this person's tumblr tag.

season 1 declassified (youtube)

season 2 declassified (youtube)

season 1 commentaries (mega.nz)

torchwood books (google drive) - gonna be honest, i haven't tried to download any of these myself

border princes audiobook (read by eve) + all of the radio plays (archive.org)

torchwood magazines (beta.reddit) - download links for all of them! p fuckin kewl

torchwood official yearbook (archive.org)

herecomesthedrums (youtube) - account that started posting before the show came out and is chock full of promos, trailers, interviews... some real fun goodies in there

torchwood: up close (youtube) - handful of bts videos with the cast + crew

season 1 unreleased tracks (soundcloud) - the end of days ones hrhghgh

out of time unreleased tracks (soundcloud) - i absolutely adore the music in this ep so i was so happy when i found these

the torchwood fanpop - this has sooooooo much content like i scrolled for a loooooong time and never reached the bottom. lotta stuff i hadn't seen before, too. there's fun hd promo pics, pics of the cast, and a lot of extremely early 2010s edits, graphics, and fanvids. / note: i also had this page bookmarked + it's got different content than the main page so i'll link it

aaand under the cut i'm gonna dump some silly stuff i've collected of the cast. but yeah, there ya go :-)

gally 2015: zip files of someone's pictures of eve, naoko, and burn (livejournal)

gally 2015: someone's account of the torchwood panels + meeting the cast (everyone was there but gareth!) - naoko & burn's solo panels / autograph table chats + barrowman photo-op + the naoko&burn&eve group panel / barrowman solo panel + burn&eve joint panel

dragon con 2013 (flickr) - i found two albums: this one, and this one, which has torchwood cast images on the first and second pages.

burn at chicago tardis 2012 (flickr) - ehehe 2012-2013 burn gorman w his classy little outfits my beloved. this is just hq pictures of that event. burn's in a bunch at the top and some at the end of the second page

the hub 2009 (flickr) - some kind of torchwood event. gareth, burn, eve, kai, and tom are all there. i dunno

hvff 2018: 'insights from the whole cast'

hvff 2018: video of everybody goofing off (twitter)

gareth endorsing owandy teehee (twitter) - this is getting dumped here bc im gay

sigh. (blogspot) - pics from that one fuckin 08 panel where gareth & john made out like 5 times + gareth took his jeans off for some reason. i don't even go here but i feel like this is unfortunately historically relevant. also the fujoshis in the comments are really funny

incomplete but sizable lists of cons gareth's been to and john's been to, in case anyone wants to dig around for photos/footage of any of these. the other cast members (excluding burn, for some reason) all have pages on this site as well, but theirs are super incomplete so i won't bother linking

[nspdr-neo]

Volo comes backs after a day of merchant stuff, large golden boom box in tow from his new friend Junko. Elesa, Skyla, Fantina and Cynthia are tickled by this new aquistion. Then *deep sigh* Skyla presses the on button, because of course she does, it's Skyla.

Disclaimer: R18 material! If not to your liking then please do not view!

Hey, when you get sent forward in time, you need some method of gaining revenue, and what better way to do that then by catering to sex appeal!

Thanks to his own interdimensional travels giving him that golden boombox, all Volo had to do was call up four ladies that he thought would best work as his new employees. Skyla with how little she wore to cover her boobs and ass, Elesa being a gorgeous model who wouldn't mind thin or showy clothing, Fantina's own flair for dramatic and Cynthia?

What pinhead wouldn't go absolutely feral to see her~ He invited the quartet over and left the boombox alone in his living room with them, while he went to get something (earmuffs)....and waited for Skyla's curiousity to essentially screw them over~

Clap, clap, clap, clap, clap, clap~

"Heeeeey, I know you girls can do better than this!!! We need to prepare for tomorrow's show, so get those buns a moving~" he ordered, giving a nice ass slap to Skyla. Compared to the others, the boombox's effects were quickly instantaneous, turning an already mildly slutty woman into a full fledged twerkslut with ease - with an ass that easily ripped away her shorts to boot~ Yeeeep, there was no doubt in anyone's mind that Skyla's brain was long gone in haze of intense electro and sudden thrill to show-off.

"Aaaaaaah~ Yes, Mister Volo!!! Sky will make everyone's hearts soaaaaaar~" she moaned, her own booty essentially flying in a total, noisy, blurr that would have anyone impressed.

"Ughhh, p-peeeeerv!! J-just you wait until this song ends!!! I swear, I'm gonna-heeeey!! Don't-!!!" Click~ As the boombox cranked it up, Elesa, who had some form of resistance to the control, found herself being washed with the same urge to being super slutty just like Skyla. "Crank it up, Vollyyyyyy!! I can make sparks fly with this show~" she bragged, ripping away her skirt (which had been barely clinging to her new doughy ass) and dancing away with experience that only her modeling gig could bring her.

"I'll be hoping for it Elesa! How are you, Fantina? Doing fine?"

"Th-this is so magnifiiiiiiiiiiiqueeee~ Mon ami, I must say thanks~ Neither Sinnoh or Kalos, has such a device, so this is quite the marvel! Am I doing it right?~" Fantina gushed. While Skyla and Elesa were both caught up in a hypnotic funk, Fantina (lover of theatrics) was somewhere in the middle, being somewhat aware of her body moving on its own, sending her to the ground, ass up. Something that eventually lead to her flipping up her dress and dropping her panties to enthusiastically shake her meaty buns in front of her new boss~

Volo gives her a nice pat to her soft cheeks. "You're a fast learner, 'Tina!....Cynthia? How about you?"

"I...I'm doing - completely fiiiiine, VoVo, I'm so stoked to get to work tomorrow!! Like, I bet I can get a dozen of guys to splooge for this twerkmea-no!!! O-of all the things!! I swear I'll destroy - so many CAWKS~ They won't be able to stop cumming and coming back and cumming and coming back and - count yours days, Volo!!! This won't last forever and I'll - pump up those numbers and dicks for you lickety-split, teehee~"

Yeaaaaah, Cynthia definitely had the most unique reaction to being under the spell of Volo's boombox - trying very much not to give into her new bimbo side. A side that craved to strip down to her underwear, drop down as low as she could and twerk her soul out into people would throw diamond and pearls at her (if not their own spunk-covered money). A side that was gradually winning, glazing over Cynthia's eyes in lust and greed as she stripped down to a black thong that was enveloped by her fatty globes that were slowly growing with each fierce 'CLAP' in time with the Boombox' music.

Volo chuckled and nodded proudly. "I'll be looking forward to it, Cynthia!! You and the others will be doing a great service helping me out!! Hey, and soon, maybe we can get even more employees to help you out!! How would you like that?~" he asked, which earned a round of hollering in approval towards their new boss. Something that he couldn't help but chuckle at their fanfare.

He'll have to thank Enoshima for this machine later on - who knew just one box was enough to get him on the path to riches...and to eventually build his way back up to getting his own dreams of conquest back in gear~

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thankpost for sbau ;p

this is the first time i've created an au that 1. i've finished and 2. people have actively engaged in, and i just wanted to say thank you sooooo much to:

everyone who sent an ask in, that was very exciting for me <33333 i looooved getting to respond to those and be all cryptic or edgy or silly and weird, it was super fun !!!!!!!

everyone who reblogged with comments (trials, my #1 supporter) i was so eager to see what u had to say ab every new post JAJSKASJDK <3333

everyone who liked every single sbau post. i saw u and that was genuinely prob one of the biggest motivators for me; seeing people were interested enough in the au to go back and read more about it was SO SWEET!!!! 🧡🧡🧡

i say all this cause it was a really fun experience and i hope everyone also had fun, but also because in the last fandom i was in it felt like i wasn't creating for myself. i was always trying to put out my best work all the time and i wanted my ideas to be received well so badly but it felt like nobody was listening (which was largely more my own perception than reality lol). but! being able to upload a shitty set of doodles i did in like an hour and a half and then people approve of that was fucking amazing for me :333 thank you guys for this such a fun experience teehee

[shi-bxnii]

doodles of the twst boys + slight HC's and my SONA TEEHEE (need to update the card cuz man sm has changed :[ )

MORE TO DO WITH HEADCANONS (n my sona) BELOW THE CUT!

VISUAL (IMG 1)

Jack 🐺 HC's : He got so round face but its cuz hes got slightly chubbier cheeks, so when he gets his hair all messy or hes still wakin up he looks like the "He eated bees"

Sebek 🐊 HC's: Minor facial scars and scars in general, i dont think he'd have anything crazy since despite his brash behaviour he is very on about perfection, the TOP of his ears are bigger but not pointed also

Deuce ♠️ HC's: His hair is obviously more neat but when hes asleep or doesnt comb it/style it he has very messy and more noticabley longer hair in the back, at most it covers his nape, he also often falls asleep forgettin to wipe off his makeup (which earns him a scolding from riddle)

Ruggie 🦴 HC's: SNORES SO LOUD AND A DROOLERRRR, everyone who likes ruggie and self ships i hope u know i think he drowns u in drool cuz that mf sleeps like a tired dAWG /lh

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Sona/Sebek meet:

Theyre both in class 1-D so on the first day of class Sebek immediately striked convo.

(In the game its stated there isnt exactly any girls enrolled which makes me believe it isn't inherently spos to be an all boys school but they just rolled with it since its p much only dudes who end up there, so for the first femme to be enrolled it sparked everyones curiousity teehee)

For the most part it was just Sebek being curious and nothing more but p quickly they always sat next to eachother and studied more as a habit.

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SEBEK about my sona:

- is absolutely annoyed or worried, i have narcolepsy so sometimes P4 happens when i get just slightly too warm

- For the most part actually enjoys the convos they have since we study similar subjects and i particularly like potionology (Science club :3)

- When annoyed he purposely shuts up which sounds weird for sebek but he found out it quickly becomes WHOS LOUDER!! and got both in trouble each time

- Sometimes brings lunch to me since i be forgorten to eat

- Since hes in Diasomnia and my sona is Ignihyde he often prefers that they study in the library or in Diasomnia cuz he hates the enviroment of Ignihyde

- Overrall sees my sona as a good friend but also as a mild annoyance he very much doesnt need to deal with but he still does

MY SONA about Sebek:

- Thinks hes a bit silly and gets to uptight fast, annoys him on purpose

- Does secretly enjoy when he is a hardass cuz it means that there is likely competition ahead (ARIES 😭)

- When the vibes are calmer often falls asleep or gets physically close to be bothersome (think like a cat purposefully sittin on ur laptop during a writing)

- During potionology/science magic classes makes explosives or dictates the entire project which makes them bump heads

- During calmer vibes (part 2) they often just read or talk about random stuff though can often be over ruled by Sebeks "Malleus the great" speeches

- Sebek has been mad about someone leaving random food in his bag (ranging from sweets to full on meals), somehow he hasnt picked up its my sona 😭

-Overall sees him as a close friend and a friendly competetor

[village-for-rambles]

hiii i remembered this again and i’ve scattered into pieces on the floor. i am SOBBING /pos

https://www.tumblr.com/floryeet/666703587373662208/trick-or-treat

no clue what you’re up to now, but just know that 2021 was one of the wildest years i’ve had online, and i’m very grateful for everyone i met during it, including you teehee 💕 i remember i liked to talk to u bc,, idk you just gave me good vibes!! and it made my day whenever u said hi 👋 i hope ur spreading good vibes even today 🕺

there was this one time we were talking abt art styles and u associated mine w the first three notes of the minecraft theme. 🫵 that was and STILL IS one of the best compliments i’ve ever gotten on my art btw fuck you /aff 🖕🔥🔥

here errgghhh i brought a bag of nice things lemme just—

[throws confetti on u]

i wish u kindness and good health and warm hugs and yummy food and just in general a rlly rad time for the rest of ur life 😎 ily ville /p

FLORET I'M IN LOVE WITH YOUUUU GAH /p

I don't have a clue what I'm doing either if I am honest but I think about my moomtuals ALLL THE TIME because YOU GUYS... I don't know who I'd be without you all. A lot of my formative fandom experiences were on that discord server lolol.

YOU ROCK!!! AND YOUR ART ROCKS!!! AND I HOPE YOU LOVE HOW YOUR LIFE TURNS OUT FOR YOU BECAUSE YOU DESERVE ITT

Whatever you r doing now I love you for it :] Thank you Floret!!!!!!

By the way that art is OLD. I feel the need to show you what three years (whadda hell,,,,,,,that post is almost three years old,,,,) of improvement has done for me so HERE is an updated Castaway JUST FOR YOU

(Plus a version without trinkets because I enjoy how this turned out)

CONFETTI YIPPEEE

[annikasevenshots]

Star Trek Picard: Season 3 Episode 5 Reaction (spoilers!)

ESMAR!!!!!!!

BABY LAFORGE BEING A SLEEBY GORL??????

NO TVEEN NO NO NO

EVERYONE NOOOOOOOOOO

this is a dream right lmao

There we go

COME HOME??????? EXCUSE ME?????????

Shaw and Seven being like 🧍🏻‍♀️🧍🏻‍♀️

Riker and Picard knowing they're in trouble teehee

WHAT THE FUCK SEVEN BEING REINSTATED IS SO FUCKING FUNNYYYYY

DID HE FUCKING KNIGHT HER THIS IS SO FUNNY LMAOOOOOOOOO

Crusher still being so clever and amazing. I love her.

At least the lighting is better this episode lmao

RAFFI

RAFFI

RAFFI

IVE MISSED YOU MY WARRIOR PRINCESS

She's so eager to fight PLEASE

The Klingon music SLAY

"Patience my ass" omggggg

Deadass thought Raffi was going to kick the fucking station

PLEASE "can you not put holes into my floor" BIG MY SHIP ENERGY

ROSCAN??????

"Sometimes work is fun" raffi pls

"LISTEN UP" RAFFI???????????? 🥵

Oooooooh the MUSIC

USS INTREPID SLAY

pls seven just sitting there like 🪑

Wheezing at Shaw being so smug

What is he humming

Lowkey thought Picard was doing Morse code with his Adam's apple

Also the lighting is much better this time round I'm ngl

RO LAREN?????????????????

OH MY GOD SHES SUCH A MILF???????????????????

t…treason?

Why is Seven hiding Jack pls

What did she give him a mf bodysuit?

Ooooh prophecies etc etc

OMFG POOR BABY LAFORGE

SISKOS DAD WAS RIGHT

CHANGELINGS HAVE BLOOD NOW TEEHEE

Ro🧍🏻‍♀️she's actually so milf wtf

Why are they reassigning the Titan ummmmm

Ooooh the Bajoran earring part

How does Raffi know about the son

"Find me" HELLO????????? CONNECT US???????? BITCH THE FUCK?????

JACK WHAT IS HAPPENING

WHAT THE HAP IS FUCKENING

WHAT IS GOING AWNNNNNNNNNNN

MOBILE EMITTER RAFFI

EMERGENCY EMOTIONAL SUPPORT RAFFI

HOLY FUCK SNIPER RAFFI AYAYAYAYYSSUYSHSHSHAHAHA

I love u Crusher

Crusher is so SMART!

Go AWFFFFFFFF PICARD

Interrogation time 👀 But I do hope we get a Saffi interrogation at some point

H. Holodeck?

10 forward set recycling 😂😂😂

OLD STYLE CHIMES YAY

SAFETY PROTOCOLS????????????

Is this the emotional catharsis Terry was talking about?

Raffi still being grumpy anyway I love her

Someone zoom in I need to see if she has the belt

"Ye olde fight to the death?" TEEHEE

Raffaela House of Musiker????????

RAFFI????????

YES MISS DOES HER OWN STUNTS LETS GOOOOOOOOOOO

THE KLINGON THEME

we know they're faking that death lol

"I was supposed to give a speech" shut up Picard 💀

STOP NAMEDROPPING JANEWAY I KEEP GETTING HEART ATTACKS

What if Worf was another hologram lol

"How you doing big guy" HAHA AWWWWWWWWWW

Daystrom 👀👀👀

How tf is that Vulcan just Giving Them Stuff

ROS EARRING????????????

RUN FROM WHAT OH SEVENNNNNNNN

RO. RO. RO. OH NO.

ARE THEY BRINGING HER BACK TO K WORD HER HELP HELP HELP NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO

RO

PLEASE GOD NO

UGHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH

I HATE EVERYTHING

actually hate everything sm

OMG HOW ARE THEY MAKING THE INTREPID SEEM LIKE AN ENEMY

SEVEN BEING LIKE "most of our crew was transported there" PROTECTIVE SEVEN HI

open the RED DOOR I HATE THIS

My head hurts

Why does Jack fight so good make it make sense

RO!!!!!!!!!!!

SO RO WAS WORF'S HANDLER???????

BRO THIS SHOW DO BE BUSSINNNNNNNNNNNNN

Crusher 🥺

In conclusion, I watched this at 1am because it dropped on UK P+ early

[haurchefaymeric]

- A very Ishgardian trip to Limsa -

(My first photo story! Hope you like it 🥰✨)

Effy and Emmanellain had just finished their final patrol of the Ishgardian border for that day when suddenly, through the blistering snow of Coerthas, they were approached by a shadowed figure riding a mount. Unable to make out who was approaching them, they drew their weapons, prepared for a fight.

"There you two are, I've been looking everywhere!" A voice cried out.

“Aymeric!?" Effy questioned, only able to recognise his voice.

"Aye. Tis I, pray follow me, our presence has been requested at the docks of Limsa at once. Emmanellain, you can come too, since you're related to Haurchefant."

Aymeric gestured as he unmounted and began to set up a teleport.

"Wait wait, Haurchefant? Is he alright?! What's happened?!" Effy asked, now worried due to the fact that Aymeric would never usually come this far outside of Ishgard alone unless there was an emergency.

"I don't know any more except we got an urgent request from Merlwyb to attend immediately and that Haurchefant may require assistance, so we must go at once!” He replied.

"Well what are we waiting for? Let's go!" Effy replied, now going out of her mind with worry.

Emmanellain drew his sword, "I shall SLAY DOWN any that may try to stand in our way! I will continue to clear the path of any man or monster that-"

"Manny! We gotta go, now or never!" Effy yelled as her and Aymeric were waiting by the teleport for him, looking quizzical but not surprised and gestured for him to hurry.

"Oh, sorry, I'm coming! Don't go without me!" Emmanellain scurried over to them as Aymeric rolled his eyes and scoffed, they all teleported to Limsa Lominsa's main Aetheryte.

"Get your Lala dust here, lord Commander.." a grunty voice whispered out from Aymeric's left.

"Teehee! I can show you a good time if you want, lord commander!" a tiny Lalafell approached him and tried to grab his hand.

"UWU! Lord commander! Can I choose your gwam for today? OWO!" A cat girl squealed into his face as she grabbed his armour.

Aymeric in a panic turned to Effy and Emmanellain who were in absolute hysterics by this point "What is this place?!"

Effy walked up and shoe'd everyone "Clear out everyone, we're here on official business!"

"Okay, here we are, lord knows what your problematic husband is up to." Aymeric began walking up to the docks.

"He's not problematic, he just wants to help every single person he meets, you are his best friend and you his brother, you both know what he is like! He's just...kind..." Effy trailed off as they approached the docks and were greeted with Haurchefant, hanging by a single foot from a rope, off of a mast on the side of the boat.

"Effy! Thank the twelve you're here! I was just trying to offer my advice to those men on the boat, about how they should be maintaining a better level of personal hygiene and how that might help them garner more business and before I knew it, they had ambushed me and-"

"YOU TOLD, PIRATES, ACTUAL SEA PIRATES!? THEY STINK?! HOTCHEF, WHY ARE YOU LIKE THIS!?" Effy yelled up to him in utter disbelief.

"p-p-PIRATES?” Haurchefant had a moment of realisation. "Oh...I uh see." he smiled weakly at her.

Effy stared at him, eyes wide, shaking her head until Emmanellain burst into a fit of Laughter.

Aymeric turned to him sharply "This is no laughing matter! Look how high up he is! How is he supposed to represent Ishgard in this position?"

Emmanellain began laughing even harder, Effy was still just staring at Haurchefant when she began to giggle, though seeing how angry Aymeric was about this situation, she tried desperately to hide that she was, by covering her mouth, to no avail.

"Really Effy? Really?" Aymeric whispered to her.

"I'm sorry, it's because of Manny! He's making me-" Effy was cut off by Haurchefant yelling loudly.

"AH!" The rope around his leg began to unravel, "Guys!?"

Effy immediately snapped into action "Haurchefa-" she didn't even have enough time to finish her sentence before the rope snapped completely and before she knew it, Haurchefant was falling through the air before them.

Effy looked over at Emmanellain, who was covering his eyes with his hand, then she turned to Aymeric who appeared to be frozen in place, with a shocked look plastered onto his face.

"Okay Warrior of light, this is on you…as per usual." She thought to herself.

She dived forward in 1 second flat, put her arms out and caught Haurchefant in a bridal pose.

He looked up at them, being pat on the head by Emmanellain and making direct eye contact with his smirking wife "Heh….. it's supposed to be the other way around, darling! Heh..”

Effy raised her eyebrow as Aymeric began scolding him "Don't you EVER do something like this again, do you know-" he began rambling as the two love birds smirked at each other.

“All’s well that ends well!” Haurchefant smiled widely, still in the arms of Effy.

“I will drop you.” Effy whispered softly into his ear.

Haurchefant chuckled to himself nervously.

[dgaftilwedie]

procrastinating on my la squadra afterlife fic to answers these (it should be up later tonight or tmrw depending on if my brain stops having writer's block)

"It was a tight, almost suffocating hug, and it showed every piece of despair and grief that Risotto had to swallow down in the past week."

risotto's.................. i like diving deep into his fucked up little brain and trying to figure out what he WOULD be feeling if he showed it

guhhhh i mean . it's gettting doen....... im feeling very not good about it and i think that's because i have like an audience of people who really want this specific fic and i dont wanna disappoint them LMFAO

i have a creepypasta oc but i haven;t actually written them. a creepypasta. whoops

“The fuck do you think you’re doing?” He whispers into your ear. (this is ghiaccio smut) (teehee) (it'll be up on my ao3 soon)

it's literally just risotto's name LMFAOAOAO

when im drafting, i usually just leave it in arial but sometimes i'll spice things up with the loml comic sans

most of my fics are oneshots so i feel like they don't really need a second part

uhmmmmm i think it took me like half an hour?? isn't wasn't really a fic, it was headcanons, but i wrote a lot

THERE IS A FIC IN MY DRAFTS THAT I STOPPED WRITING IN DECEMBER OF LAST YEAR AND I DON;T THINK IM EVER GOING TO FINISH IT EVER

i wanna finish my actual novel LMFAO she's not doing to hot rn

rivals to disgustingly sloppy hate sex to friends with benefits that are secretly in love but bully each other in front of everyone who knows them

i wanna get back into writing for danganronpa :(

99% of the time it just pops into my head when im doing something unrelated and i start tweakin mcgeekin over it

i really like writing when it's like. sorta cloudy but cloudy enough with the sun and it's nice and cool like. typical autumn whether, fall really gets me in the mood to write

my chair in the corner of my bedroom :3

i write a whole bunch of bullshit and when it starts to sound funky, i read it out loud to myself from start to finish and i correct any grammar/spelling issues or anything that sounds funky. i do that a whole bunch until im done and then i give it a quick once over with the google docs spelling/grammar corrector thing (which is actual ass btw but it catches most of the shit that i miss)

i don't keep them LMFAO

i did like three hours of research on lsd once for a crackfic

i've been publishing fanfiction since like 2017 i think

uhmmmm august 8 so like 5 days ago??

sometimes. that's kinda what im going thru rn LMFAO i just keep telling myself that nothing anyone posts online is ever going to be perfect. i just cross my fingers and hope that my writing sounds better than what i think it does.

too detail oriented

i just. kinda. give up for a little bit. let my brain stew. i'll read other people's fanfictions and usually that gives me the motivation i need to finish mine

i make music n blog but i don't really do much :P trying to get more into drawing

sometimes but i usually have to have my earbuds i if there are people around me. and i can't write if they're watching me

either descriptions or dialogue. i LOVE descriptions

the inability to write. the brain farting. the writer's block. god kill me

it's like a 50/50 shot, most of the time it's just a song lyric that i think fits whatever im writing but most of my fics don't even have titles

most of the fics i'm super proud of are one's that i've written for myself LMFAO i should post some of them but they're so embarrassingly self-indulgent

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[winwintea]

hey so last chapter was absolutely crazy wtf 😭 when i tell u i stared at my phone in disbelief when it said “jeno. it was jeno.” I THOUGHT HE WAS DEAD I WAS LIKE HEELLL NOOOOO 😞😞😞 but like yeowchie!!! rip mark you annoyed me sm but you were a good man. or maybe not since he’s dead. dude jenoo 😞😞😞 jenoooo 😭😭😭😭 this is not fun anymore omg. OKAY BUT I HOPE THAT SHOTARO LIVES??(!!) um um okay wait i got a few thoughts though…

im so stuck on minghao cus he acts SO weird but hes always somehow cleared?? see now this may be crazy but i was thinking jiung.. or even renjun.. BUT OK HEAR ME OUT!!!! out of all of them, jiung is the only one with the severe case of sillyitis and maybe a bit of ijbolitis, similar to the killer? and renjun is just a thought.. a maybe.. just a teensy weensy maybe????? the way that he has the keys to the theatre should still be something, plus iirc he was waiting for mc for a while before jays death?? idk im theorizing with knowledge out of my ass rn i should reread it for a more backed up opinion :p like idc if hes freaky deaky with mc he still could be the killer idk!!! and he was like yeah i dont think you would kill them… why tho? is it bcs its u??? but idk that would be such a good plot twist omgg :3

anyways i hope youre having a super delicious tastic day i ❤️ ur writing

teehee. see i had to make it fun and interesting bc i had a feeling most people were suspecting mark to die (which lol he did die...) but some people thought i would kill all 3 (im not that evil guys.!!!!) jeno and mark my babies they were best friends and jeno was the one who kept mark grounded i love them and their relationship 😭

its ok guys dw !! mark is getting his own smau as compensation

-minghao being cleared is a really funny thing, i purposely make him SO SUS but he always has an alibi. Like spoiler teehee but when y/n does a couple more investigations later, Karina and Minghao were with each other the whole time, so they can vouch for each other lol

-see everyone suspects silly little jiung as well! lottie was analyzing emojis and she came to the conclusion that it was jiung based on how he texted as well. But you should also consider that people act differently when they're hidden behind a mask. they might take on a different personality for this 'serial killer/murderer' role, so you can't always trust what you read!

-renjun has been a suspect many times lololol, mostly bc people are predicting me to pull some na jaemin traitor kinda shit (for context before belladonna, i had a finished chenle smau that i had to take down, but it included a crazy plot twist jaemin villain and people weren't... very happy with me) but you are right, renjun does have an extra set of keys, so that's a very good observation you could make for jay's poison coffee death.

love u <333

[kirklandpurifiedwatwer]

went to work and like literally didn’t exercise at all teehee BUT i did get 10k AND only ate cucumber so like meh win lose win sum IDK wtv :3 hope everyone is having a pretty good day trust me ill give better stats tmr :p

[starrierknight]

No pets myself :(

Living with others, one is allergic to cats, another to dogs, third just doesn't want pets anymore :((

Also I do feel like the odds are stacked against me, since everyone I usually flirt with are like, at least 4"/10cm taller than me. The worst cases are even like a full foot/30cm or more taller. I can't keep up a dom act when I gotta hurt my neck to look them in the eyes! 😭

That said I have absolutely gotten some of them flustered. Once I got a guy so flustered on a date that he couldn't order food for a good 15-20 minutes. Didn't help that I didn't stop. Waiters were highly amused :p

Also I only send you anons so I doubt it capped it. Though I did have some Internet issues for a bit, that tends to mess with things?

Also I noticed you were censoring in your post. Any words you'd like me to censor, in case they come up? Don't wanna upset you!

- Star ✨

ahhhhhh rip. I hope one day you do get to have a pet. if you could have one, what would you like?

LOLOLOL that's such a fucking power move tho, honestly good for you. short doms are so cool I love short doms. out of curiosity, how tall are you? I'm 5'8' (173cm) teehee. and damnnnn look at you go!! chatting to the rizzler over here....

lol Tumblr is a bit of a mystery to me so idk what happened, but I'm just glad that it's fixed!!! hahaha dw dw, I just find it funny to censor the word "mother" when I'm talking about my own since I don't get along with her. just me being silly (⁠◍⁠•⁠ᴗ⁠•⁠◍⁠)⁠✧⁠*⁠。