#i’d love to know who your bias is!

[weirdfishy]

good luck with the svt tickets!!!! who’s your bias?

thank you!!!! good luck to you as well if you’re planning on going!!!!

hand to holy, my “bias line” is all 13 of them 😂😭

but currently it’s junhui 😭😭🥲🥲 so. yeah i’m sad i won’t be able to see him in concert but i wish him the best with his acting activities :)

[euphor1a]

to the boyfriend i want so hopelessly but will never have, happy birthday milove ♡

[laniidae-passerine]

cannot decide if Nio or Throb is going to win. Nio feels like she can take anything and make it her own, fit it to her own specific brand, but that can come at the cost of actually fulfilling the brief, you know? Throb consistently provides something that may be less striking but it’s almost always perfect. You ask for Trash Can Kid, you get Trash Can Kid. You ask for Rockstar, you get Rockstar. You get Hotel Ghoul, you pretty much get Hotel Ghoul. I love them both for such different reasons but I just feel like Nio’s branding and insanely captivating looks might edge her over that winner’s line.

[coconutcows]

I hope ya don't mind my ask, but I agree with your Last of Us 2 opinion. I was very disappointed with the game, especially for how much they wanted customers to pay for it. The decisions some of the characters made felt very illogical and OOC imo too. Maybe the new show they're making of the game will be a bit better? º‸º

Hey!! I never mind an ask, I don’t get many so I appreciate all of them :)

For me I’m definitely biased here, because truthfully I’ve never played The Last of Us, and I’ve never played any PlayStation games let alone exclusives (I’m not big on PS in general, mostly because of a few toxic people but that’s a whole other can of worms lol) however it was one of the few exclusives I really had interest in, but I lost that interest after the second game. So I can’t say anything about character behaviour. But just the fact that the second game was clearly a story of “revenge will destroy you” with taking everything from Ellie (her father figure, her girlfriend and child, her guitar playing ability, giving her trauma) but Abbey gets her revenge with no repercussions while also making the militia group from the first game look more sympathetic just strikes me as strange. I do remember them trying to charge more than other games at the time just because the first game was so popular (and the themed system that was super expensive and released just before the next gen console reveal which wouldn’t be a big deal if Sony didn’t have an issue with old games on new systems) as well as them making the choice to add more cutscenes and less gameplay segments making it feel more like an interactive movie than a proper game was also weird.

I have my own opinions on how the story could’ve gone but discussing that would make this lengthy so I’ll save that for another day if anyone’s interested lol. While I haven’t looked at the show myself yet, I am following someone who is watching it and I’m interested!!! I may give it a watch. It seems the people involved truly love the game and are actually expanding on things as opposed to just working on a shot for shot remake so that’s good, the real question will be waiting and seeing if they adapt and improve the plot of the second game.

[fastandcarlos]

Leo’s Little Love : ̗̀➛ Charles LeClerc

summary: the birth of your daughter was supposed to be the happiest moment for you and charles, but both of you forgot about leo too

Your little family had almost been complete for quite some time. You, Charles and Leo. The perfect trio. Why fix something that isn’t broke? Why add to the chaos of your crazy lives? Well, because you both couldn’t wait to become parents. 

It never was meant to be so soon, neither you or Charles had planned to fall pregnant quite so suddenly but your life had always been mayhem, and pregnancy was just another cog to add to the wheel of things that you needed to juggle together.  

It had been touch and go for quite some time as your baby’s arrival loomed. With just two weeks to go Charles had never been happier to see the start of the summer break which meant at last he could be glued to your side and be there just in case anything happened. 

Being at home was something that Charles very quickly got used to, laid out on the sofa with you tucked into his side. Charles didn’t always get his own way though, with Leo snuggled just underneath your bump to block Charles holding onto it. 

“I wonder how he’s going to be.” 

Your attention was pulled from your book when Charles spoke, following his gaze down to where Leo laid, snoring lightly with his eyes tight shut. 

“What do you mean?” You asked him. 

“I’m just thinking about when the baby arrives, do you think Leo will respond well to not being the centre of our attention anymore?” Charles questioned. 

Your eyes flickered between Charles and Leo and your bump as you pondered Charles’ question. Truthfully, it was something that you had never quite thought about before, but if there was one word that you’d use to describe Leo, it was definitely needy.  

“I think he’ll enjoy having someone else to be around,” you spoke after a few moments. 

“He’ll definitely love an extra body to cuddle up to.” 

It was almost as if he knew that you were talking about him, as Leo’s head lifted up and his wide eyes looked at you both as if to remind you that he could hear everything.  

“You know, I’ve got a feeling that Leo and this baby might just end up being the best of friends, I definitely think we’re going to have trouble on our hands.” 

Ever since that conversation you pictured how your family, or especially Leo, would adapt to the baby, counting down the days until all those dream scenarios became a reality.  

And just a couple of weeks later your little girl arrived. It was tougher than you could have ever imagined, but with Charles not leaving your side for the many hours that you were in labour for, your family was soon complete. Charles was an emotional mess beside you, but through his tears he knew that he’d just experienced the best moments of his entire life. 

You might’ve been a little bit bias, but your baby girl was the definition of perfect. Straight away you were drawn to her bright eyes, a striking resemblance to Charles’. They captured your attention, just like Charles’ had done many years ago when the two of you first met.  

And as Charles held her for the first time and you got your first look at the two of them side by side, you knew you had a daddy’s girl on your hands. She was instantly besotted, settled and comfortable in Charles’ strong hold, almost as if you were the one who was intruding on the moment between your husband and your child despite being the one to bring her into the world. 

“It’s a good job we’ve got Leo otherwise I think I’d be outnumbered at home with you two,” you joked as Charles made himself comfortable.  

You knew deep down though you wouldn’t have Leo for long, as the two of you arrived home with your daughter. It had been a couple of days since he got to see you and Charles, unaware that a new arrival was waiting on the other side of the door to greet him too. 

Together you took things slowly as you returned to your apartment, Charles took Leo into your bedroom whilst you settled in the living room with your daughter. Once you were sure that she was settled you called through to Charles who poked his head out from behind the bedroom door. 

“Are you absolutely sure about doing this now?” Charles nervously asked you. 

“Charles, we’re going to have to do it sooner or later. We might as well get it over with whilst they’re both pretty settled.” 

He trusted you more than anyone, and so Charles decided to open the bedroom door and allow Leo to come out. It was as if nothing was going on as if strolled through the apartment, that was until his eye was caught by the carrier that sat on your living room floor. Charles came over and sat beside you, his hand on your thigh as Leo began to inspect. 

Leo had a little sniff around the carrier as he familiarised with the something new that had entered his home. After giving him a moment you reached into the carrier and lifted your daughter out, holding her just in front of where Leo was. 

It took a little while for Leo to stop fussing over your daughter, looking up at you and Charles. His eyes told the two of you that he approved of your little girl, walking away from her once he was happy with what was going on. 

“See, I told you there was nothing to worry about.” 

Your words were truer than ever though that night as Charles laid on your bed with his daughter laid just beside him. You walked through after taking an overdue shower, surprised to see that there was another addition to your bed. They say that three is a crowd, but not in this case. 

Your heart felt like it could burst as your daughter laid between Charles on her left, and Leo on her right, his head almost touching hers as if to reassure her that he was right beside her too. 

Charles’ eyes knew exactly where you were looking. You were supposed to be annoyed that your side of the bed had been stolen, but instead it was a memory that you wanted to snapshot for the rest of your life. 

You were sure that you had never seen anything so beautiful in your life, Leo had made sure your daughter was well protected and surrounded by love. Even Charles couldn’t get as close to her as Leo was, firmly establishing himself as her number one. 

Just like you, Charles couldn’t fault the scene that was unfolding in front of you though. Things had gone better than either of you could have ever imagined, all of the concerns that Charles had had long been forgotten now that your family of four were all home together.  

“Why do I feel like we’re never going to be allowed near our daughter ever again?” Charles laughed across at you. 

“I think out of the three of us, she’s definitely Leo’s love before she’s ours,” you added, unable to wipe the smile from your face. “I think they’re going to be the best of friends.” 

Charles hummed in agreement with you, tilting his head down to watch them both once again. If he could pause time forever, he absolutely would. It was all that he had ever dreamt of, and so much more. 

“We’ve got the two most beautiful children in the world.” 

˗ˏˋ 𝐌𝐀𝐒𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐋𝐈𝐒𝐓 ! ´ˎ˗

[ddejavvu]

I’d love to see a jake seresin x secret wife au. The dagger squad doesn’t realize he’s married until Phoenix invites reader out to the bar with them! Thanks you’re the best!!

You're reminded just how little you know Natasha when she invites you out for drinks, and you end up at the bar adjacent to the naval base. You've been inside only once with Jake before, when you were still dating and he was going through training at top gun. Now he's a graduate, and the place brings back fond memories. You've chatted, of course, when she stops by for breakfast at the bakery you work for, but you've never discussed her career before.

"Hope you don't mind we're close to base," She grins, "My friends wanted to meet here, and I get free drinks 'cause the bartender likes me. They have this bell system to embarrass all the assholes here, and I think I ring it more than she does."

"I've been here before," You admit, tentatively grabbing her arm as she weaves through the crowd, "My husband and I came here once, a long time ago. I don't think the bartender was a woman, though."

"She just bought the place a few years ago," Natasha nods, sliding onto a stool at the bar, "Careful, don't put your phone on the bar."

You tuck the device safely away in your pocket as a brunette woman turns to you, a sweet smile on her face as she recognizes Natasha.

"Hey, Phe," She hums, and you don't have time to ask what the nickname means, "Brought a friend?"

"I'm Y/N," You introduce yourself, noting that they seem like close friends, "It's nice to meet you. I'm Penny."

You nod and beam at her when she offers you an identical bottle of beer to the one Natasha takes. You decline, though, ordering your usual instead. Jake's out with his friends tonight, but he's pledged to be a responsible drinker in case you need to be picked up from your girls' night.

"Can I get, uh," Natasha peers through the crowd, turning back when you assume she's found her target, "Five more?"

"Fanboy's got one already," Penny hums, taking four chilled bottles from beneath the counter, "You want help carrying them?"

"We're good!" You wrap one hand around two bottles, trusting Natasha to lead you towards her friends in the hectic crowd. You don't remember it being this busy when you'd come with Jake, maybe the new management really helped.

She treks you all the way over to a pool table along the wall, where a few men in jeans and t-shirts are huddled. You're taken by surprise, though you're not sure why. You'd automatically assumed her friends would be women, and you wonder if that's concerning. Possible internal bias aside, you smile at the men who stand to greet you.

"Hello," You wave, handing off beers to the two that meet you first,"I'm Y/N, you're Natasha's friends?"

"We are," A tall man grins, holding a hand out for you to shake now that it's not wrangling beers, "I'm Reuben. But you can call me Payback, if you want."

Natasha still has one of the beers in her hands, and you hear the man beside her, who she greets as Fanboy, mention something about the bathroom. Apparently you still have someone to meet.

You refocus on Reuben, "Payback," You tilt your head slightly to the side, "Is that a callsign? Are you a pilot?"

"We all are," The man who'd taken the other beer from you nods along with Payback, a burnt red mustache on his lip, "Natasha's is Phoenix. And I'm Rooster."

Your stomach drops.

"Wait, uh- Rooster? And- and Phoenix, and Payback," Your head spins slightly with recollections of Jake's crazy work stories, and you take a step back, "Are you- you're all stationed to this base?"

"Temporarily," Rooster frowns, "Hey, are you okay?"

"My husband-" You don't get the words out before he emerges from the bathroom, stopping dead in his tracks with a furrow in his brow that wrinkles his forehead.

"Darlin'?" He calls, just loud enough to be heard over the music.

"Jake?" You're equally incredulous, "I- these are the friends you're going out with?"

"Yeah, I-" He wanders closer, still at a general loss for words, "You know Phoenix?"

"Natasha gets breakfast at the bakery," You breathe, now that he's close enough to hear your dumbfounded murmur. You have an audience, but you don't care, not as Jake's confused expression melts into a sheepish smile.

"Well, small world. You look stunning tonight, honey."

"Thanks," You grin bashfully, keeping one hand on your drink and using the other to cup his cheek, tugging him down into a quick kiss. No matter how chaste it is, it gets a reaction.

"Oh," Fanboy gawps, "You're- her husband? You- Hangman, dude, you're married?"

"I am," Jake hums, ringing an arm around your waist and taking the beer from Natasha that she's too shock-stricken to hand to him. He pops the cap off on the edge of the pool table, bringing the fizzing mouth to his lips for a swig. He swallows, "Six years and counting."

"You're married to Hangman," Natasha- er, Phoenix repeats, "You married him?"

"Uh, I did," You laugh, twisting the ring on your finger.

"He never wears a ring," Rooster narrows his eyes at Jake accusatorily, "What, you're keeping her hidden away or something?"

"No," Jake scoffs, "It kept getting dirty when I was doing maintenance on my jet. I keep it on my dog tags, Bradshaw."

He brandishes the chain with both his ID and wedding band on it, and Rooster takes a swig of beer in response.

"How the hell was I supposed to know that, man? I don't stare at your chest in the locker room."

"Well you're missin' out," Jake drawls, turning to grin at you, "Ain't that right, honey?"

"Jake," You hiss, "Not here!'

"Oh, don't get all fussy. Most of these guys have seen my dick," He waves a dismissive hand in the air, nearly spilling his beer. You swear you hear someone mumble, 'unfortunately', but Jake drowns them out, "They don't care if we flirt. Hey, whaddya say we sharpen up those pool skills of yours?"

"Alright," You nod, letting him lead you over to the table, "Natasha, can you hold my drink?"

She takes it like it's her duty to protect you, even though your big strong husband has just bent you over the pool table. It takes you a few tries to be able to hit the ball at all with your clumsy grip on the cue, but when it finally cascades the colorful targets around the table, Jake whoops, landing a congratulatory smack to your ass that his friends groan at.

"Nice goin', darlin'. Gonna beat Bradshaw into the ground in no time."

[whatsk-poppinhomies]

Pairing : idol!Lee Minho x F!Reader TW : pregnancy ; unplanned pregnancy ; Minho is a jerk ; general angst ; fluffy ending ; Word Count : 6.3k Request : AHHH THANK YOU!! im happy that you like my request🥺🥺🥺🤍 hm bang chan would be good! he’s my bias after all HAHHAH buttt honestly speaking, i’d more than love to read about seungmin’s, minho’s or felix’s too <3 take your time!! A/N : the Minho gif came from this blog!!

Late… You were rarely ever late. You always kept track to make sure that you were on time and this month was no different. The little alerts had gone off from your calendar, and it’s not like you were under a lot of stress or anything that would cause any shifts… You were just… Late. 

The first day hadn’t exactly bothered you as much, the second day began to worry you, but now you were a week in and you still hadn’t gotten it and you were starting to panic… At least to yourself. Your boyfriend, who was usually just as on top of your monthly cycle as you were, was busy with his own schedule, making sure that he was prepared for the group's next big comeback. He didn’t have time to worry about something like this… That’s why you did your best to keep your panicking to a minimum when he was around. It’s not like you knew for certain anyway… Not yet at least. 

“Going to the store… Need anything?” You asked from the doorway, already slipping your shoes on. He was sitting on the couch, he looked so comfortable, you didn’t want to bother him by even letting him know where you were going, but you also knew that if you left without a word it would worry him. 

He looked up, running his hands through his hair as he let out a small yawn before shaking his head no. “You want me to go with you? You know that I don’t like you carrying a bunch of bags in by yourself, especially if I’m literally right here to help you do it.” He was already starting to get up off the couch, but you held your hands out, waving them at him before motioning for him to sit back down. 

“Lady things… I have to get lady things. That’s all. Just one bag.” You held up one finger, and he slowly sunk back into the couch, watching you grab the keys off the hook. He was clearly questioning you, the way you reacted, his eyebrows lowered and his eyes narrowed as he stared, and you didn’t want him to think too hard about it so you quickly ran over to him and pressed a kiss to his lips. “I love you, I’ll be back soon.” 

He hummed against your lips, and you felt the corners of his pull up before you pulled back, his hands firmly grasping your waist. “Love you too, babe… Be careful. Call me if you need anything… Okay?” You nodded in agreement before backing up and going back to the entryway, going back to putting on your shoes before going out the front door and taking a deep breath. You had dodged a bullet there… But there was a bigger one coming, the size of a missile, and you weren’t sure if you’d be able to dodge it now. 

You sat on the edge of the bathtub, the tests lined up along the back of the toilet, all of them face down. Thankfully Minho had been called into work at the last minute, and while he had been grumpy about it, you promised him dinner when he got back home and that had made him calm down enough to not question why you were trying so hard to get to the bathroom so quickly. 

The five minutes that it said it would take on the box felt more like 30 as you watched the timer on your phone slowly countdown. Your legs were bouncing nervously and you tried to focus on literally anything but your phone and the little white sticks that would inevitably decide your future. You couldn’t be pregnant… Right? Of course, there was always the chance… And it’s not like you and Minho had used protection the last couple times that you did it. Not that the both of you were trying… But with his busy schedule, the last thing that the two of you thought of was making sure to keep things like this happening. Whenever you had the chance to be together, you both were going at it… And that’s why you were sitting where you were at right now, chewing nervously on your fingernails as the timer on your phone got to 3… 2…1…

You stopped the alarm before it could go off and flipped the sticks over. Your breath had been held the entire time, and once the sticks were turned, it felt like you were going to be sick. Bright pink double lines seemed to be staring up at you, perfectly contrasted by the bright white of the stick. This wasn’t what you wanted to see, it wasn’t what you wanted at all, at least not right now… But here it was… The answer to your question as clear as a neon sign in your shaky hands. 

Even with the tests, it took you another five minutes after staring at them to really comprehend what was going on, to truly let it set in that this was not a dream and you truly were pregnant. It’s crazy though how, you had always wanted children, it’s not like the thought of being pregnant was inherently bad for you, it’s just the fact that it was so unplanned and you weren’t sure how Minho would take it. He had never said anything against you having his children, he even seemed to get slightly excited when the prospect of it was brought up… Why were you worried? The both of you knew that you were each other’s person, there was no one else that either of you could see each other even tolerating. He’d be fine… Maybe a little bit shocked at first, but fine at the end of it all. 

The front door clicked with the undoing of the lock and then the sound of keys jingling as he pulled them from the keyhole and pushed the door open, the entire time your head had been perked up to watch him come in. 

Dinner had been prepared, the table set, the pot on the stove set to a low simmer just to keep the food hot when he came in. You wanted everything to be perfect for him, his mood would… should be just right for when you delivered the news. “Dinner smells amazing, darling.” He commented from the front landing, pulling his shoes off before falling down onto the couch beside you and immediately pulling you close to him. “Have you eaten yet?” He murmured as he hugged you tight against him, his face buried in your hair. 

“Mnn nn…” You mumbled out your answer against his chest, pulling back enough to look at him. His eyes had bags underneath, he looked tired, but other than that he seemed happy, he looked happy. “Do you want to go eat now?” You chirped, the nerves kicking in now, knowing that if you followed your own plan, you’d be telling him very soon. 

“Yes please.” He practically groaned, his head falling back before his arm was pulled away from you and he got up off the couch, grabbing your hands and pulling you to your feet as well and then ushering you to the kitchen. “So what did you do today? Looks like you cleaned a lot… You didn’t have to do that. I like cleaning with you.” He pulled his chair out and sunk down into it as you transferred the pot from the stove to the middle of the table. 

“You were called in so randomly, I didn’t want you to have to worry about anything else when you came home…” You gave him a small smile as you sat across from him, moving the spoon in his direction so he could eat first. “Did they work you too hard today?” 

He snorted softly as he lifted the spoon, filling his bowl with the soup before looking up at you. “As hard as they usually do, yup.” He commented through his chuckles as he took a bite, his eyes closing and a muted moan coming through his closed lips as he chewed. “You must’ve worked yourself very hard today, this soup is amazing.” 

You sighed softly, your cheeks rising slightly with a smile as you thanked him quietly. “I have uhm…” Your heart was beating so loud, but you knew that you had to tell him, this wasn’t something that you could just hide from him until the baby came out in 9 months. “I have news… to tell you…” 

His eyes lifted from his bowl, his chopsticks pausing just outside his mouth as he stared at you. “What is it? Are you gonna come to the comeback show?” He asked, and you nodded in agreement to his question although that wasn’t the news that you were going to tell him, but you had been planning on going. “Perfect. I’ll do way better with you there, darling.” 

“I have… more news to tell you.” You whispered, dropping your hands from the table to nervously rub your thighs, your palms becoming sweaty just from the buildup to this. His eyes were bright as he looked at you expectantly, waiting for the news to leave your lips. “I’m… I’m pregnant.” You breathed out the words, your heart frozen as you waited for his reaction. 

He blinked once… twice… the sparkle in his eyes fading every time they closed and reopened, his smile slowly dropping until his lips were set in a straight line. “Okay… And?” The reaction was… definitely not what you had expected. You didn’t even know how he was feeling, his words, his face, it gave you no answer. 

“I just… wanted to let you know…” You murmured, dropping your eyes back down to your soup bowl and finally taking the first bite. He was still looking at you, you could feel it even, and then he let out a sigh, his chopsticks hitting the edge of the bowl had you slowly glancing up at him. 

“Picked a really good time to tell me… I have so much going on already and now I have to worry about this.” He grumbled and your eyes wavered as you tried to process what he was saying, what he was talking about. It’s not like he was the one carrying the baby, there wasn’t even anything that he had to do right now. 

“Just… pretend I didn’t tell you…” You looked back down into your bowl, stirring the vegetables as you shook your head. “I’m sorry… I should have waited until after the comeback.” 

He ran his hand through his hair, leaning back in his chair. “My entire life is busy, Y/N. I don’t have time for a kid, I don’t have time to worry about this.” He motioned to you, but his hands were slightly lower and you knew that he was talking about the baby. “I won’t be able to sleep, I’ll… I mean… What the fuck.” 

Now you were blinking blankly at him, your heart frozen in the deepest pit of your stomach. “Wh-What do you want me to do? I’m… I’d wake up with the baby… I’d take care of it… I don’t… I don’t know what you want me to do. I thought…” Your breathing was becoming heavier and you shivered under his intense gaze. 

“We’re not married… hell, we’re not even engaged yet! What will the company think? Do you know what they’d do to me? They could kick me out of the group! And my family… Oh my god. I already have three cats to take care of and… I can’t do this.” He pushed away from the table, going straight to the door, not even putting his shoes on, just picking them up off the floor and heading out the door like he couldn’t wait to be away from you, leaving you at the table gasping for breaths as tears streamed down your face. 

Minho had gone to the dorms, going to his only hyung for advice on what to do. Of course, Chan was more level headed then any of the other guys would be, he saw things from every direction, every perspective, and after listening to his advice for over two hours, Minho knew he had made a mistake. He had been with you for two years, not on and off, a straight two years, he was absolutely head over heels for you. It’s not even like he didn’t want children, he did, and he wanted them with you. Having it all laid out for him like that, it really opened his eyes. 

Two days, he only stayed at the dorms for two days and one night, giving you the time he assumed you’d need to calm down because he was sure that you’d be angry at him. He couldn’t even imagine how you must’ve felt and he’s been kicking himself over it every hour, every second of every day. He had tried to text you, just to check up on you to see how you were doing, but you didn’t respond. He understood. He had tried to call you at night, he listened to each ring until it finally went to voicemail, and that too, he understood. You didn’t want to talk to him… He’d just have to suck it up and deal with it. 

Street lights illuminated the road as he drove back home, and he was sure there wouldn’t be dinner waiting for him like there was the night that he had left. Of course, he shouldn’t be expecting it, he shouldn’t be expecting anything of you after what he had said. He was expecting you to still be there though, that was the one thing he hadn’t been prepared for. The house completely empty of your physical presence, yet the pictures still hang on the walls. You had been there, but you were gone now. A thorough search of the house only proved what he already knew. 

His phone was immediately pulled out, texting you again to ask where you were, and when a response didn’t come in within five seconds, he was calling you and leaving messages until your voicemail box was full. Were you doing the same thing he did? Maybe you were just going to be gone for a day or two and then you’d be back. He sent one more text. “Darling, I’m home. I know you’re upset, but I want to talk to you. I’ll wait for you.” 

And wait he did, for a day, then two, then a week… Then a month, then two, then three… You weren’t coming back. He had called your parents and they had told him that you weren’t there, although he was sure they were just lying for you considering they didn’t sound worried. They were covering for you, you didn’t want to see him. That didn’t stop him from going over to your parents house to try to see you though. Every time he did, the door would be cracked open, just enough for someone, anyone but you to peek out and tell him that you weren’t there. 

He was getting pissed, especially during the one trip he made during the winter, six months after you had left without even a single word spoken to him since, your snow boots clearly sitting on the front porch. “Just let me fucking see her! I know she’s here!” He shouted, slamming his fists against the door to try to push it open, but your father pushed against him and swiftly locked it, leaving Minho a frustrated crying mess on the porch. 

The worst part was not knowing what was going on, not knowing how you were doing, not knowing how the baby was doing. Were you still even pregnant? He hated not knowing, but the worst part was that the one thing he did know was that it was his fault that all of this was happening. 

He became absolutely ruthless during practice, laying into anyone that messed up a routine, yelling if someone simply even misstepped. He couldn’t help it, it felt like he was in shambles, his entire life was falling apart. He was going to be a dad, that much he knew, but he didn’t know anything else and that made him feel worse. 

“You need to calm down.” Bangchan said as Minho stood off to the side, breathing heavily after practicing as hard as he could, the only thing that kept his mind off of you. “Have you tried calling around the OB’s? Maybe they’ll tell you which one she’s at and you can meet her there.” 

“That’s fucking stupid.” Minho muttered, running a hand through his sweat drenched hair. “They’re not going to give me that information, you know that. She doesn’t want to see me anyway… I’m gonna have a kid in a month… if it’s not already here yet… And I don’t know anything about it.” He was huffing, it almost sounded like he was hyperventilating. “Just leave me alone… I want to be alone.” 

“You’re being hard headed. Have you tried to talk to her at all?” Bangchan foolishly questioned, and Minho whipped his head in the leader's direction, his jaw set and his fists clenched at his sides. 

“The fuck kind of question is that?! Of course I’ve tried to talk to her! I’ve almost had the cops called on me at her parents house because I tried to get in. I’ve tried everything!” He shouted, pushing against Chan to try to get him to the door. “Leave me the fuck alone. I want to be alone.” 

There was nothing else that Chan could say as he was literally being shoved out of the room. He knew this couldn’t go on any longer though. Minho could barely even sing, they were in the process of recording a new album and it seemed like he would read into the lyrics of every single song and find a way to attribute them to you. He’d start crying and having to take breaks, but his dances were almost violent… He was becoming violent. 

You sat in the rocking chair in the nursery that had been set up in the guest room at your parents house, looking over the ultrasound pictures of your daughter that was bound to come out any day now. Your parents were out right now, both of them working while you were on your break from working at home. It was one of the many perks of your job. When you had gotten further along in your pregnancy your boss told you to just stay home, allowing you to take your work laptop home with you. 

Just as you were about to head back into your room/office to get back to work, the doorbell rang. The last person you thought it would be was Minho, he hadn’t tried to see you since December and it was February now. It had been almost 2 months since you’ve heard his voice shouting from the other side of the front door. That’s why you got up as fast as you could, waddling your way down the stairs and pulling the door open. 

“Jisung?” You said, although it was more of a question as you stared at the sheepish man on your porch. “What are you doing here?” You looked around, checking to see if Minho was there as well, but Jisung shook his head as if he could tell what you were thinking. 

“He’s not here. It’s just me.” He said, and then you felt his eyes scan over you, slightly bulging when they landed on your stomach. “You uh… You’re like… Pregnant pregnant. When are you due?” 

You rolled your eyes, leaning against the door and shaking your head at his question. “Why are you here? Seriously… I don’t need you to be Minhos minion. He chose this, he left, he didn’t want her so he doesn’t get me.” Jisungs lips parted into a small ‘o’ and you mentally cursed yourself for letting that small piece of information loose. 

“It’s a girl? Wow… a niece…” He whispered, but he let out a small sigh. “I’m not here for Minho. I’m here because of Minho. He’s being an ass, he’s actually scary. Not even I can calm him down, and he went off on Chan yesterday.” He seemed so nervous being there and, after 2 years of being with Minho, you knew the rest of the guys just as well as you knew your boyfriend. Jisung surely wasn’t enjoying this, and you felt bad for him. He had come here on his own to try to talk to you, to save the rest of the guys from Minhos rage. 

You stepped back from the door, letting him through and showing him to the living room. “Let me just tell my boss that something came up…” You sighed, waiting for him to sit down before waddling into the kitchen and texting your boss. Out of all the guys, you knew Jisung the most, you had hung out with him and Minho the most, you were closer to him than any of the other guys and that’s why you felt a little less uncomfortable with him being here. “Do you need anything to drink? Water? Tea?” You called from the kitchen and he shouted out a ‘no’, but you still grabbed two cups and filled them with water before returning. “What’s he been doing?” You asked, letting out a little grunt as you lowered yourself down into the chair. 

Jisungs hands moved out as if to help you, and you shook your head, letting out a little giggle once you were settled in. “He’s… He’s vicious. He yells at everyone and he’s so short fused… It’s scary. He’s scary.” His hands slid over his face before his palms slapped against his lap. “He misses you and he’s angry with himself and he’s taking it out on everyone else. We don’t know what to do… just… Can you talk to him? Please?” 

You knew that this was coming, you knew the request was going to come, but you didn’t know things were this bad for them. You felt awful, and it’s not like it was directly your fault, but you were the only one that could fix things. “Fine…” You relented, taking a deep breath before holding your hand out. “Let me use your phone, I left mine in the kitchen.” Jisung nodded, about to get up from the couch, but you shook your head. “No… I want to use your phone. I don’t want him to know my number.” You pushed your palm out further and Jisung looked a little dumbfounded at your persistence but let it go, pulling his phone out of his pocket and dialing Minhos number. 

“He’s her father… What if he wants to keep in touch with you to know about how she’s doing?” Jisung asked quietly as the phone rang. It was put on speaker phone in the center of the table so that you both could talk and you both could listen. “I think you should let him have your number.” 

“He said he was too busy for this life, again, it was his choice and I’m just following through with it. I’m doing him a favor.” You hissed, not wanting him to hear you immediately just in case he did answer. “He can’t just say what he said and then decide later that he messed up.” 

“It wasn’t decided later though, it only took two days for him to come back and realize he screwed up. You were already gone.” Jisung retorted and your mouth snapped shut as you leaned back further on the couch, your arms wrapping around your stomach to cradle it. 

“You don’t understand what it felt like… for him to just decide that he didn’t want this and walk out… that hurt, Jisung. He put the company and the group first, and fine… he knew you guys longer… I get that… But this is a child and it’s my child… and I’m gonna protect her.” You whispered, a soft sigh flowing through your nose as you looked at the phone that was still ringing in the middle of the coffee table. “He’s not answering. This was pointless. I think you should go now.” 

“For fucks sake, I thought you’d give up if I didn’t answer on the first three rings.” Minhos voice rang through the speaker and the sound of it had your heart stopping. He sounded so… angry. You had never heard him sound like that before. “What do you want? Make it fast, I’m busy.” 

Jisung looked at you but you shook your head, motioning for him to talk first and he rolled his eyes, leaning forward to be closer to the mic. “I’m uh… I’m over…” He looked to you and you shook your head faster, your eyes wide, knowing that if Jisung said it right now the call would end and Minho would be racing over. “How are you feeling right now? I was wondering if you wanted to go meet up for coffee or something?” 

Minho scoffed loudly and you heard the light shuffle of his feet and heavy breaths, he must’ve been practicing again. “How am I feeling? Like shit, Jisung! I don’t know what’s going on, I don’t know what she’s doing, I don’t know anything about the baby. Does she still… Is she still pregnant? Did she have the baby? Did she have to do it by herself? I don’t know shit and I’m losing my fucking mind. So no, I don’t want to meet up for coffee, I don’t want to do anything.” 

Jisungs teeth gritted together nervously as he stared at you, but you were silent, your eyes staring down at the little waves that moved in your stomach from your daughter kicking. “She didn’t have her yet…” Jisung murmured, and your eyes widened as they shot up to look at him. “What? What am I supposed to say?! You won’t say anything!” He practically shouted at you and you felt your chest tighten as angry tears threatened to fall. 

“What am I supposed to say!? I haven’t talked to him in 8 fucking months!” You shouted back, your face falling into your hands as you took a deep breath. You heard nothing from Minhos end though, an incredible silence coming through the speakers before he cleared his throat. 

“Are you… there? You’re with her? Is that Y/N?” Minho stammered, and then you could hear a gust of wind as if he were running, and you knew that if he was, he’d probably be at your front door in an hour or less. “When… Why are you there?! What are you doing there?! Why are you with her?!” 

You rolled your eyes at his screaming and Jisung threw his hands up in disbelief, letting his head fall against the back cushions of the couch. “Because you’ve been an asshole and they came to me hoping that I could cure you of that.” You answered and you heard Jisung snicker to himself at your response. “What crawled up your ass? Why are you taking it out on them?” 

“I…” Minho started and you heard a car door open and then slam shut as the engine roared to life. “Well wouldn’t you be pissed if you had a baby and you haven’t gotten to see a picture and ultrasound… I haven’t heard a heartbeat or anything! I’m pissed!” You heard the phone hit the steering wheel as his car peeled out of the parking spot. 

“Don’t hold your phone and drive, idiot!” You scolded and as if on command you heard the phone get thrown onto the passenger seat. You huffed loudly before speaking. “You walked out on me, you chose your job. I wasn’t going to force you to be a parent when you clearly weren’t ready to be one.” You explained, and you heard him groan loudly through the speaker. 

“I was gone for two days! You were gone when I came back! You’ve been gone for 8 fucking months!” He screeched, and then you heard him slam on the brakes as horns went off all around him. Your heart stopped momentarily before he started ranting out curses at whoever had messed up on the road. “I thought we’d be able to talk about things but no! You went to your parents house and had them lie to me! I almost had the cops called on me just to see you!” 

You quickly covered your mouth to stifle your laughter, remembering the look of shock on his face as you watched from the top window. “Well you tried to punch through the door! You scared my dad!” You said between giggles, and even Jisung started to chuckle now. 

“It’s not funny! Do you know how many restraining orders I would have broken to see you and the baby?!” He screeched, but even he seemed to be calming down, the lengthy breath he let out shook with silent laughter. “So how are you feeling?” 

The sudden shift in tone had you pursing your lips, hating to admit to yourself that you missed him. You missed the goofy bickering, the way he cared about you, the way he’d look at you as if you were the only woman in the entire universe. “I’m feeling- What the hell?” The line went dead before you had the chance to finish, and you knew how Minho drove when he was in a hurry, your heart lurched into your throat as you moved to get up off the couch. “H-Help me up…” You reached out your hand to Jisung who began to panic when he saw you. 

It’s not like you knew the first thing that you were going to do, but you were gonna go out on the road to look for him, to make sure he was okay. “Yeah… Yeah I’ll get your shoes just… Hold up…” Jisung stammered, looking around the room cluelessly until you pointed to the little cupboard box near the entryway and he rushed over, grabbing the first pair of shoes he saw. 

The click of the front doorknob turning had you immediately defending yourself and Jisungs presence. “It’s okay dad… I’m gonna be back soon. I have to go find Minho… I think… I’m worried about him and I still love him and I want him to be a part of her life…” You explained breathlessly as you tied your shoes before sitting up once more and turning to look at the door. 

There Minho stood, his eyes squinted with the cockiest smile as he shoved his hands into his coat pockets. “Never heard you call me dad before… I don’t know if I like it or not yet.” He teased, toeing his shoes off next to the door before walking over to where you sat. “I’m glad you still love me though, woulda been weird to have to take you on all the first dates over again with the baby in the stroller.” The teasing tone was gone when his attention turned to Jisung who was sitting on the floor next, having helped you put your shoes on. “Did you really come here just to tell her I’ve been an asshole?” 

“Uhm… Yeah? Because you were being a really big asshole. Needed that shit to stop, so I went to the only person who would be able to stop it.” He motioned towards you with both of his hands, the usual Jisung smile on his face as he did. “And aren’t you happy? I mean, if I didn’t come here you probably would still be trying to get past her parents and you would have missed the birth of your daughter. So, I feel like you should be thanking me. And even if you won’t say it out loud… You’re welcome.” He pushed himself up off the floor, patting your head before walking over to the door and letting himself out. “I feel like you two have a lot of catching up to do, so I will be leaving. See you later!” 

Now that Jisung was gone, it felt like the comedic relief that the two of you needed had left as well, leaving an awkward film lingering in the air as you and Minho stared at each other. “You uh… you look like you’re really close. How much longer?” He asked nervously now, lowering down onto the arm of the couch to get a better view of you and your stomach. 

“About two weeks…” You murmured, swallowing thickly as you thought about it. “I’ve been going to the lamaze classes and doing the little breathing exercises to get ready… It was just hard to be at the classes since I was the only one there alone.” Minho nodded slowly, his heart aching at the thought of you going through all of this by yourself. “Her room is all set up though… Me and my dad worked on it for a while… I kept getting tired.” 

“So… you’ll be staying here?” He hated that… You and his daughter being so far away from him. It took him an hour to get there from the office, and his house was another hour in the opposite direction. He didn’t want to have to drive two hours just to see you and his baby. “I… You know… I didn’t know that she would be… A girl… But… I’ve been hoping and preparing… I’ve got a room set up for her too. It made me feel a little better… I even got the clothes and the diapers and stuff.” 

Your thumbs twirled around each other as you looked away from him. You knew that at some point it would need to be brought up, you just hadn’t had the chance to really prep what you were going to say to him. “I love you, Minho… But I never planned on going back to you.” You heard the sharp gasp be pushed from his lungs at the revelation. “It wasn’t to hurt you though… I know how important your job is to you. I was doing it to protect you, to protect the guys. I wasn’t going to hide her from you, or keep her from you forever… But I needed to get myself used to doing this on my own so that I didn’t feel like I had to depend on you. I was doing it for me… For her…” 

He slipped off the arm of the couch to fall on the cushion beside you, his hand hesitantly raising before lowering it down on your stomach, his thumb lightly brushing along the fabric that hung loosely over it. “My job is important… But it’s not more important than you, and it’s definitely not more important than her. One day the group is going to be done… And sure, I’ll still have the guys, but I don’t want to be the one sitting around while they all have families of their own… I don’t want to be the one alone while knowing that I do have a family… I just pushed them away. I don’t want you to do this on your own either… You shouldn’t have to. I want to be here, Y/N. I want to be her father… And I want to be your… Your husband.” 

Marriage had never been a topic that the two of you went too far in depth into when it got brought up, you both would ever so lightly touch base on it and then quickly move onto the next topic. It’s not that you didn’t want to get married, it just didn’t seem like an important thing to do during the two years that you had been dating. The only time that it had been seriously brought up was during that talk eight months ago that led to this.

He pulled the box out of his pocket, chuckling softly to himself as he looked at it. “You know… I brought this with me every single time I came to try and see you…” He commented as he opened it up, revealing a thin silver band with the smallest diamond on top. “There’s no one else I’d rather spend the rest of my life with, no one else I’d rather be starting my family with. I don’t care what management will say, I don’t care what anyone says… I don’t care what happens, as long as I get to be with you and her… So please… Will you say yes? I want to at least try to do this the right way…” 

You sniffled softly, looking down at your hand that the ring was supposed to be placed on, wiggling your finger, it was so easy to imagine what it would look like once it was slipped on. “You make it so hard to hate you, Lee Minho…” You mumbled, wiping your tears with the sleeve of your shirt before letting your hands drop back down to your sides. 

“That should be a good thing, darling. I don’t want you to hate me.” He grabbed your hand, placing the ring delicately on your finger, the fit was perfect, made specifically and only for you. “I want you to love me as much as I love you… And if you’re still unsure… I promise to spend the rest of my life making sure you’re happy, and you’re comfortable, and you know that you’re loved by me.” He pressed a kiss to the back of your hand before leaning in to kiss you softly, the feeling opening a floodgate of memories that had tears rushing faster down your cheeks, and he worked quickly to catch each and every single one before they had the chance to reach your chin. “I think I’ve got about 8 months worth of catching up to do before the two weeks are up… You think we got enough time?”

[fallstaticexit]

Prev / Next / Beginning / Pillowfort

AN: Source for tarot reading

Transcript under the cut

Morgan: Ever done this before?

Nancy: Can’t say that I have.

Morgan: Are you as put off about this as that other bible thumper?

Nancy: [rolls eyes] We’re not all the same. I’m more than my faith.

Morgan: I don’t doubt that. I’m sure there’s many layers to you. Where are you from?

Nancy: Brindleton Bay.

Morgan: Really, I’m from Portridge, a small town south of the Bay. Originally.

Nancy: Yeah? So, how did you end up a Fyres?

Morgan: Great question. My mom was his secretary. Super scandalous shit, which would explain while the Royal Barbie hates my guts. He’s not a bad step dad though. Hell of lot better than my actual dad. So, your parents-

Nancy: Isn’t the probing developing a bias or something?

Morgan: Just a little small talk. So, is there a question you want answered? Perhaps, a question about your past, your present or your future?

Nancy: I-

Nancy Narrates: [I want to get forget my past. I want to survive my present. I want to escape my future. Could there really be an answer for all that in those cards]

Nancy: I don’t know...

Morgan: That’s ok. You intention will guide us.

Morgan: Pick three cards that call to you. Based on the three, we will see what the cards have to say about your past, present and future.

Nancy: And you believe in this?

Morgan: We believe what we believe in, right? You have your three?

Nancy: I think so..

Morgan: Let’s take a look.

Morgan: Your past—the Upright Fool. Innocence. Curorsity. Something new and exciting—perhaps a first love in your youth that swept you off your feet?

Nancy Narrates: [Already I hated this...]

Morgan: Your present- the Reversed Star. Insecurity. Self doubt. A loss of faith. Interesting. Perhaps a struggle with one’s own faith? Are you having any doubts, Nancy? About yourself? About your God?

Morgan: Your future- the Upright Devil. Lust. Obsession. Temptation. Could be for the material things of life, or maybe a desire of the flesh.

Nancy: [clears throat] That all seems incredibly vague.

Morgan: [grins] Does it? Your poker face could use some work. Let me ask you something. Who exactly did I remind you of? Someone from your past?

Morgan: Your silence is very telling. I have a real gift for reading people.

Nancy: I’m sure you believe you do.

Morgan: [laughs] I really do!

Morgan: Tightly wound, fidgeter. You bite the hell out of your nails, right at the skin on the tips of your fingers, unconsciously. You pick at it until it bleeds. It’s the only thing that’s keeping you tethered to your own body. The pain, that is.

Morgan: Right?

Geoffrey: You made it! And making friends! Sorry, am I interrupting girl talk?

Morgan: It’s cool, boy wonder. Want me to do your reading?

Geoffrey: Are you kidding? Of course I do!

Nancy: Actually, I think I want to g-

Geoffrey: Really quick, Nance, then I’ll walk you to your dorm!

Geoffrey: Upright Death for my future sounds kind of scary when you think about it, huh? She said it could mean profound change. Sounds promising.

Nancy: [tsks] That could mean literally anything. That whole practice strives on vagueness. You can never be wrong if you’re bound to be right.

Geoffrey: Yeah, but it’s about how you perceive it, right? It’s unique. She did yours, didn’t she? What did yours say?

Nancy: Yeah, I um, don’t remember.

Geoffrey: Maybe you can ask her again. You two seem to hit it off.

Nancy: [huffs] Please. I am not going back to that shabby bar. She’s a sham. Those cards mean nothing. It’s stupid.

Geoffrey: [sighs]

Nancy: What?

Geoffrey: [blows raspberries]

Nancy Narrates: [Truth was, I was more curious than anything]

Nancy: So. Those cards. Could they...I don’t know- tell me something that could happen in a week? Like if I asked if I’ll pass my Statistics exam?

Nancy Narrates: [I was completely captivated by this otherworldly experience, whether I’d admit it outloud or not]

Nancy Narrates: [and Morgan was always happy to indulge me]

Nancy: [whispers] So I past my exam. How does this even work? I mean, how could they know? The cards. Could you do another reading after the debate?

Nancy Narrates: [But of all the questions I did ask, there was one that burned inside me more]

[heavy metal spills into the hallway]

Morgan: [startled] Nancy?

Nancy: Is this a bad time? I know it’s late...I can come back another time. I just have so much on my mind and I can’t sleep.

Morgan: You want another reading?

Nancy: Is that ok?

Morgan: Of course it is, Nancy. Come in.

Morgan: Sorry for all the smoke. I can open a window.

Knox: Babe, who’s this? It’s not my birthday.

Morgan: [smirks] Want me to get rid of him? I can.

Knox: Hey! I’ll be quiet! Won’t even know I’m here.

Nancy: I don’t mind. I just had a question.

Nancy: Could you do a reading for someone else, even if they’re not here?

Morgan: [hums] Not really...not without their permission or their intention. Who is this person to you?

Nancy: [looks away] Someone from my past. Someone I need to forget but- I can’t.

Morgan: Did this person hurt you?

Nancy: [shakes head] If anything, I hurt them. I ruined them with my... [lowly] um, perversions. I just need to know if they’re ok. If they hate me for it.

Morgan: [softly] I see... Here’s what we’ll do. Just like before, I’ll do a three card spread.

Morgan: Set your intention. Clear your mind. Ask your question. The first card is ‘you’. The middle card is ‘them’. The third card is the relationship.

Nancy Narrates: [‘Vanessa, do you hate me?’ ‘Do you blame me?’ ‘Do you regret loving me?’ ‘Do you know that I never stopped loving you?’]

Nancy Narrates: [‘Do you know that I’m sorry?’ ‘Do you know that I miss you?’ ‘Do you know that I need you?’]

Morgan: [exhales] It says... that you are a filled with love, Nancy, even though the world around you wants to drain you of it. There’s just too much of it inside of you and your friend-

Nancy: [weakly] Vanessa.

Morgan: [smiles] Vanessa. She loves you all the same. She may be experiencing her own hurt in this world, but having loved you keeps her strong. You two brought something bright and beautiful into each other’s lives.

Morgan: You can’t rid her from your life, because she’s apart of you, and...I- I think that’s a love worth fighting for, Nancy.

Nancy: [between gulps] Right. Right, thank you. Thanks, Morgan.

Morgan: Wait, Nancy, you don’t have to leave. It’s ok-

Nancy: It’s fine. I uh- I should go.

[door clicks shut]

Knox: Uhh, did you just make all that up?

Morgan: [weakly] I don’t know why I did that..

[kurogane2512]

The absolute feral things I’d do to be in between the four Fatui harbinger women I swear-

The most intense fivesome holy shit 🥵 Oh and it'll be a sixsome once we get Tsaritsa god I hope she'll have adult model 😩

18+ CONTENT

La Signora + Colombina + Sandrone + Arlecchino x fem!reader (I'd love to put Crucabena too ngl but hmm next time)

Smut with plot, fivesome with the Harbinger ladies 🥵 (I do apologize if some characterizations and dynamics are....different from what you'd expect or are used to seeing, I don't necessarily hc them the way majority of the fandom does. Also apologies for Signora bias it just happens naturally 😖).

This definitely turned out longer than planned but I thought to do it properly at once, might be messy idk first time writing a fivesome everything is so confusing but I did my best 😭

"Oh my, aren't you being quite rough with her, Marionette?~" a cheerful melodic voice resounded in your ear, the voice belonging to none other than the 3rd Fatui Harbinger, Colombina.

"May I remind you that you are the one who suggested doing this, Damselette?" the 7th Fatui Harbinger, Sandrone, retorted.

You were currently in one of the private rooms in the Zapolyarny Palace. You had been called by Sandrone stating requirement for some work, little did you know she simply wanted to use you for some stress relief. What you predicted even less was the involvement of Colombina, who invited herself in after finding out your whereabouts from the Fatui soldiers here and there. Her reason being that she was bored and was looking for you for some entertainment.

"Hehe, now now don't mind the details. She looks adorable this way, doesn't she?~" Colombina spoke in a cheerful voice sending shivers down your spine. How exactly were you looking? Ah that's right, you were blindfolded with your hands tied to the bedposts while both the Harbingers were seated on either side and watched you squirm.

"M-My ladies, please, we must not—"

"Oh, hush. I'm in a good mood right now so you might be in for a treat~" Colombina said.

"Hmph, if you are worried about your superior finding out then you should have resisted earlier when I called you, doll~" Sandrone added, her thumb tracing your lips.

Colombina gave a sound of agreement with Sandrone. You then felt another pair of fingers tracing your chin down to your neck, likely Colombina's considering their softness.

"Hmm, let us have some fun now, little lamb~"

You weren't new in the Fatui anymore, you had been here for 10 years now. But perhaps in the eyes of these immortal Harbingers, you were just a flicker of human life. And literally speaking, you were taller than Colombina but of course, nothing compared to her in terms of power and status. You felt a pair of hands roam down your chest and fondle your breasts through your clothes, one hand roaming even further down your abdomen.

You pursed your lips and breathed out intensely, your arms aching from being tied in the air but the 2 Harbingers didn't seem keen on releasing you anytime soon. You heard ruffling of clothes and assumed they had taken off their dresses; oh, how you wished to see them right now. Another pair of hands now unbuttoned your coat and draped it away to expose your body but didn't remove it completely.

"Ahem, what have I walked into here?~" a familiar voice spoke from afar, coming from the direction of the door.

"Knave, who gave you permission to enter?" Sandrone asked in a heavy tone.

"I knocked many times but nobody answered, Marionette. I meant to simply check if something was amiss and the door wasn't locked." The 4th Fatui Harbinger, Arlecchino, answered while standing in the doorway and looking at the scene in front with amusement.

"Oh, oops~ That would be me, I left it unlocked in case more parties were interested to join~" Colombina said in her cheery voice again.

You became even more nervous realizing another Harbinger was here and looking at your state of depravity. If your actual superior found out about this then you would be in trouble....

Arlecchino remained silent for a while and observed the scene before speaking, "Don't you both know Signora doesn't take well to her subordinates being used without her permission? Especially when it comes to her...."

The Knave was correct. You belonged to the 8th Harbinger, La Signora's unit and were one of her favorites, everyone knew that with the way she treated you. It was also true that she didn't like other Harbingers taking her subordinates without permission, especially when it came to uses like this.

"Hehe~ What? Are you going to tell on us like some obedient child, Knave?~" Colombina teased.

"Not that we care if you do, just to inform you~" Sandrone added.

Arlecchino gave no response and instead kicked the door close while walking inside. You heard her heels clink as she walked closer and became more anxious with each approaching step, you knew what was going to happen. Arlecchino removed her coat and pants then you felt the bed sink as she climbed on and crawled towards you. You could very well feel 3 dominating presences around you, all of them ready to devour you in their own ways.

"You prepared her like some lavish treat. I think it's time to unwrap~" Arlecchino remarked before removing the blindfold from your eyes. Bright light was cast on your vision causing you to squint your eyes for a moment before you opened them to see the 3 Harbingers around you, all of them sitting in just their bra and underwear.

"Are you scared, kitten?~" Arlecchino asked with a grin while grasping your jaw. You gulped then shook your head sideways, "N-No ma'am...."

Arlecchino's eyes flared, "Good. The Fair Lady indeed trains her subordinates well~"

Arlecchino then crawled to sit behind you. She undid your arms from the bedposts and made you sit on her lap, her breasts pressing against your back while her arms wrapped around your torso. Colombina and Sandrone spread your legs apart to sit in between and started roaming their hands all over you, caressing you like some prized possession. Arlecchino's fingers grazed your nipples through your bra while Colombina and Sandrone caressed your crotch, feeling your essence drip through and soak your pants.

"Oh, she's enjoying this. Give us your cute noises, little lamb. Show us how good you feel~" Colombina encouraged you.

You sighed through enclosed lips and threw your head back on Arlecchino's shoulder, giving her the perfect opportunity to kiss your exposed neck. Colombina and Sandrone slid down your shirt from each side and threw it away then dived in to kiss your chest and shoulders, their hands fondling your breasts simultaneously. Arlecchino's hands roamed down to your abdomen, pressing a finger against your clothed clit making you softly gasp.

You felt warm all over as they increased their ministrations gradually, their own body temperatures radiating through. However, the warmth was short lived as the room suddenly became frighteningly cold causing everyone to stop their movements. All of them smirked and looked towards the doorway to find the source of the sudden cold; of course, it was your superior standing at the doorway making the surroundings cold with her delusion.

You shivered feeling her presence and piercing gaze at you. She stood with her eye squinted and looked at the scene with clear anger on her face. Oh, you were in serious trouble, weren't you? Signora proceeded to walk in and stopped at the edge of the bed, looking at you and others with her arms folded over her chest and a frown on her face. The 3 Harbingers around you spoke nothing and instead continued their movements from earlier.

"How dare you three....!" Signora shouted, making you tremble from her high pitch and heavy voice. Colombina was first to chuckle and traced your cheek with her finger before planting a kiss on it, "You are late, Signora~"

Arlecchino followed and licked a strip up your neck, "She's already ours, Fair Lady~"

Sandrone continued by lightly biting your collarbone, "You can pick her up later. Unless you wish to join~"

Signora was seething at this point. She couldn't believe the audacity of her colleagues, but more than that she couldn't believe that you agreed to this. She knew it was futile to argue with them so she instead focused her gaze on you. You were speechless looking at her, you didn't know what to speak. You could tell she was angry but at the same time, she looked almost hurt as if you betrayed her.

"Explain yourself, Y/n!" she demanded.

"M-My lady, I'm sorry! I-I...."

You trailed off and struggled to give any explanation. What could you really say? You indeed consented to this even if you were initially caught off guard. This wasn't the first time the other Harbingers did these things with you, and Signora also knew that but she never had such a radical reaction like now.

"Do you want this, Y/n?" Signora asked further after sensing your silence, but what could you say other than silence?

"Tsk tsk, this is unfair, Signora~" Colombina broke the silence and replied in your stead.

"Mhm, you are putting her on the spot." Sandrone added.

"Indeed. What are you really expecting her to say?" Arlecchino also added.

Signora gritted her teeth at the unbelievable situation. She also wasn't sure what she wanted you to say; perhaps she wanted you to stop and go with her, only her. The three of them released you for a moment, letting you breathe and crawl off Arlecchino's lap to go near Signora. Signora furrowed her brows then turned around with a scoff and proceeded to walk away, not saying a word to anyone. You looked at her wide-eyed and quickly got up to catch up to her and stop her.

"M-My lady, please stop! Please listen to me!"

You grabbed her wrist and finally stopped her for a moment, begging her to listen. Signora turned to face you but she really didn't want to listen to anything.

"I...I'm sorry for doing this without your permission. But please, don't leave like this...."

Signora silently listened and you continued, "I promise this won't happen again but for now, could you please.... stay?"

Signora looked at you wide-eyed hearing your surprising request. The other 3 Harbingers were also caught by surprise but were more pleasantly amused. Signora thought for a while then let out a sigh and suddenly kept her hand on your chest and began pushing you backwards while she walked forward with you. You hit the bedside and she pushed you down to sit on the edge while she began removing her clothes.

"We do this one time. Is that clear?" Signora finally spoke and eyed each of the Harbingers around you.

Your breath got caught in your throat as you watched her remove her cape and slide down her dress to reveal her tempting figure, leaving just her bra and underwear on like the rest.

"Sure sure whatever. Now come here, litte lamb~"

Colombina feigned agreement to Signora's condition, the other 2 also giving a simple hum showing they didn't take it seriously. You were so caught up gazing at the Fair Lady's body that you froze in place and didn't move at all. Signora chuckled at your state and cupped your face, lightly caressing it before tracing your jaw with her cold fingers. You flinched slightly and realized the situation, Signora was ready to climb up on you but you quickly shifted back to your previous position and gave her space to come closer as well.

"Hm, disobeying my order, little lamb?~" Colombina pulled your face to her side, making you look at her.

"N-No ma'am! I'm sorry I didn't mean to—!"

"I'll forgive you if you make up for it~"

You vigorously nodded and waited for her, or any of them, to do something. All of them shifted closer to you and caged you within, leaving absolutely no space to escape. The next thing you knew, your body was being groped and felt all over by their hands. Signora caressed your neck and slid down to your belly, Colombina and Sandrone fondled each of your breasts while Arlecchino was caressing your nape and shoulders.

They then leaned in at the same time and began kissing you all over. Signora was busy marking your neck with her red lipstick, leaving visible imprints all over your chest. Colombina and Sandrone kissed your arms and licked your ears, Arlecchino was occupied with kissing your nape and back. You shuddered feeling each of their lips on you at the same time, numerous sensations running through your body making you lose your mind.

Signora licked up a long strip from your neck to your chin then connected your lips with hers in a passionate kiss. Your mind went blank feeling her soft lips on your own, the kiss being deep as she rolled her tongue with yours and explored your mouth. You gasped as she pulled away but had no time to breathe as your face was pulled to the right side and another set of lips kissed you.

"How unfair, Signora! I wanted to kiss her first!~" Colombina protested before deeply kissing you, her tongue swiping against your lips and exploring your mouth in a hurried manner.

Signora smirked, "You had her before me, you had all the time to make your move~"

"Hmph, you get to be with her most of the time. You must have had your fill already." Sandrone commented and pulled your face away from Colombina's grip then kissed you as well. Her kiss was slower but equally passionate as them, her tongue rolling with yours too.

"Now now, let's not overwhelm the poor girl~" Arlecchino's voice brushed past your ear as your face was turned to the extreme and she leaned forward to kiss you, biting your lower lip before rolling her tongue with yours. Your mind was numb by the time each of them kissed you, and you had no idea how you were going to handle the rest of the night.

"You all didn't even undress her properly. Am I supposed to do everything here?~" Signora remarked while looking at you still wearing your bra and underwear. Arlecchino was quick to act and unhooked your bra followed by Colombina and Sandrone sliding off each of the straps and putting it away. Signora's gaze roamed down to your underwear and your body acted on its own as you spread your legs and raised up slightly enabling her to take off your underwear.

"Good girl~" Signora praised with a smirk.

Soon after, you were lying flat on your back while Signora and Colombina fingered your folds and Arlecchino and Sandrone played with your breasts. You felt 2, even 3 fingers circling your clit and pinching it before parting your folds. Colombina was more impatient as she inserted a finger inside you immediately and started thrusting in and out, giggling along while looking at you moan and squirm.

Signora rolled her eyes at Colombina's behavior but wasn't going to be beaten by her. She inserted 2 fingers in one go as you were so wet already. Your body arched unexpectedly as a loud gasp was pushed from you, their fingers grinding and rolling inside to pleasure your sweet spots. Both of them also used their hands to continue rubbing your clit, making you wetter and grasp their fingers.

"Oh, she's so cute. I never have so much fun with anyone else~" Colombina cooed.

Meanwhile, Arlecchino and Sandrone were pinching and caressing your breasts. Their dainty fingers squeezed and pressed your nipples, eliciting even more moans from you. Arlecchino leaned down to wrap her lips around your nipple, her teeth grazed your bud before she suddenly started sucking. You gasped in pleasure and writhed more, making Sandrone annoyed as you weren't staying still as she wanted. Sandrone also resorted to sucking your nipples now and you had no way of moving around, essentially being weighed down by both of them.

"Aaaahn.... p-please.... I'm c-close—!~" you cried out, begging them for your release.

"No, you have to hold on, little lamb~" Colombina said.

"Mhm, you can do better than this, my tiger~" Signora added.

You bit your lower lip and desperately tried to hold on as they wanted but it was extremely difficult with all the pleasure you were receiving.

"It's our turn now." Arlecchino demanded after letting releasing your nipple with a pop, still circling the bud with her fingers.

"I don't know why I'm even bothering to wait this way." Sandrone commented.

"Oh, don't be in such a hurry both of you. We are going to make her cum first so just shut it and watch." Signora scolded without even looking at them, she was entirely focused on you.

Arlecchino and Sandrone took offense to her words but nevertheless waited for your sake. Signora curled her fingers and hit a particular spot inside you which made your eyes widen and body roll away, feeling overwhelmed instantly.

"There it is. I know your body best, don't I?~" she proudly said and continued hitting that spot. Colombina followed suit and touched the same spots as well. Your eyes rolled to the back of your head, your legs trying to close in and clenching their hands but both of them easily spread your legs wide again.

"Looks like it is time now. Cum for us, little lamb~" Colombina praised and you felt the knot in your stomach release as you finally came, drenching their fingers with your slick.

Both of them took out their fingers after a while, giving you a brief moment of relief as you breathed in and out. The break was short lived as you were suddenly flipped over to lay on your back then rotated around to face Signora and Colombina while Arlecchino and Sandrone had your crotch in sight. You whimpered from the rough handling, the 4 of them coordinated the movement with ease as if handling a mere toy.

Your legs were spread wide and you were pulled closer by Arlecchino and Sandrone as they occupied spaces between your legs and rubbed their fingers over your dripping folds. You looked back at them and blushed with the way they gazed at you, their lips curled up in a devious smirk and eyes flaring with desire. You tried to sit up slightly but found it difficult; as if sensing your difficulty, Signora pulled you closer and made you lay on her body.

Your face flushed against her breasts and her arms wrapped around to hold you comfortably. Colombina caressed your head and nape in this position and soon after Arlecchino and Sandrone started fingering you. You gasped and held onto Signora tighter, your moans muffled while Arlecchino and Sandrone's fingers wrapped inside your tight mushy walls. Their movements were more erratic and unkempt compared to Signora and Colombina, it was almost as if they were competing who'll make you cum.

"Nghhh~ M-My ladies.... s-slower, please— aaahn!~"

"Hm? Did you say harder?~" Arlecchino teased.

"I believe she said faster~" Sandrone added.

Your body trembled as they increased their pace opposed to your protests. Both of them had 2 fingers each inserted and scissored them roughly, grinding and thrusting everywhere all at once drawing out your juices. You were eventually standing on your knees and leaned into Signora, moaning into her ear while she held you and the 2 Harbingers behind continued fingering you.

"C-Cumming, please.... mmh— ngh!~"

Signora smirked and eyed Arlecchino and Sandrone who gave a nod of approval then hilted their fingers deeply, thrusting against your deepest spots. You jolted forward with a mewl, pressing into Signora even more as you neared your release. Arlecchino and Sandrone leaned on your back at the same time, their arms wrapping around you making you straighten your back. Their lips neared your ears, warm breath brushing past the edge as they whispered together, "Cum now, kitten/doll~"

You whimpered breathlessly and came, an intense orgasm washing over you making you go limp. They took out their fingers and played with your essence coating their tips while gazing at you with a smirk. You panted out hard while recovering from the mind-numbing sensation, but you were well aware the 4 of them were far from done with you. The fact that you could stay awake even now was commendable to them, and certainly fueled them to do more.

They looked at your quivering body and waited for some time before flipping you over again, making you lay flat on your back. Your legs were parted and you felt Signora straddle you in a scissor formation, keeping one leg over the other. You realized she had removed her underwear as you felt her folds rub on your thigh, you then looked around and saw all of them had discarded their underwear sometime while you were recovering.

Signora wetted her fingers and rubbed her core with them while Colombina was quick to straddle your face and place her core on your lips while facing you, looking down at you with a playful smile.

"Seems to me you both are far more impatient than us." Sandrone husked then grabbed your left hand and placed it under her core, aligning your fingers up.

Arlecchino moved to the other side and did the same with your right hand, "Indeed, I'll have to forcefully take her if this keeps up~"

Signora scoffed, "I don't care where you all take her. In the end, she will always come back to me~"

"Mmmh, I'll just go ahead and start while you three bicker away~" Colombina announced then started moving back n forth on your lips, you lapped up her folds with your tongue while her fingers gripped your hair and used it as leverage to grind herself on you.

Signora was next to act as she slowly joined her core with yours, your wet folds gliding over each other's and eliciting muffled moans from you that went straight to Colombina and made her shiver in ecstasy. Signora sighed in pleasure as your clit bumped with hers, her body shifting closer as she held your leg up on her shoulder and grinded with you.

The next course of action was obvious to you so you took the initiation and inserted each of your fingers inside Arlecchino and Sandrone respectively. Both of them were caught by surprise but maintained their composure and stabilized themselves before grinding back n forth as well, making your fingers hit the right spots inside them.

It was a highly erotic situation for you, all of your senses were occupied by them in some way and you were desperately trying to do your best to please them. Good thing your Fatui training came in handy, it would be impossible to keep up in a situation like this if you were just some normal citizen. Even then, this was more difficult than your field operations since you had to please 4 of your superiors at the same time, all of them having high expectations of you.

"Aaahn.... yes, right there.... little lamb.... oh, you are good at this~" Colombina moaned.

"Mhm... i-indeed, not bad.... she's improved— hngh!~" Sandrone added.

"R-Really? Mm.... s-she can improve more but perhaps.... this is better than b-before.... mmph~" Arlecchino followed reluctantly.

"Hehe.... don't underestimate her t-training.... ha— aahn~" Signora continued.

Colombina gripped your hair tighter and was riding your face with all her heart now, clearly becoming desperate to cum now. Her petite frame was easier to handle but she was also relentless, grinding back n forth on your face as if it was just a pillow. Sandrone was rubbing her clit now while you fingered her, curling your fingers inside her and hitting her sensitive spots.

Arlecchino was bouncing on your fingers now, trying to take them as deep as possible. Signora was being deliberately slow, she wanted to let the others finish first so she could have you all to herself for this moment. She thrusted into your core with long arcs, making you feel every sensation of her folds rubbing with yours. You were in cloud 9 by now, absolutely surrendered to all of them.

"Yes.... yes.... I'm there, little lamb.... just here.... yes— aaahn!~" Colombina moaned loudly as she released first, her juices dripping on your mouth and you tried drinking every drop. She panted on top of you for a moment then stood up and rolled on the bed, laying down in ecstasy.

Both Arlecchino and Sandrone were holding back their moans, simply giving little gruff sounds as they thrusted and bounced on your fingers before releasing one after the other then got off and laid on the bed as well, fanning their faces while resting. Signora took the opportunity she was waiting for. She grabbed your waist and pulled you closer, a startled gasp coming from you while she wrapped your thighs around herself.

Signora then leaned forward on you and covered your entire body, enabling you to see and feel nothing but her. Her hips rolled into you faster now, your core bumping and sliding off each other as slick mixed together. You gazed up at her with a pleasured look, eyes hooded and lips parted. She leaned down even further and almost embraced you now, her breasts pressing into yours and palms intertwining together.

You moaned as your legs were pushed back by her, your knees folding close to your chest and she kept grinding and rocking her body, fucking you as if she owned you which, in a sense, she did. You felt her face near your ear as her lips brushed the edge and her soft moans resounded closely, making you even more aroused from just her voice. But what she said next made you instantly release.

"Cum with me, my love~"

As if like a broken dam, you released abruptly and squirted all over. Signora grinned at your state and released immediately after, colliding her core with yours and keeping it connected as you gushed over her. Your body heaved intensely, you were seeing stars at this point and your mind practically stopped functioning. Signora rocked a few times to finish her orgasm then removed herself from you before sitting on the left side and recovering.

"Ah, this was good. But I want more!~" Colombina keened with a pout.

"Did you forget we have work to do, Damselette?" Sandrone scolded.

"Ugh, who cares about the boring work? Don't worry, I'm sure Her Majesty will understand~" Colombina retored.

Arlecchino sighed, "If we are continuing, then I demand to change some things."

Signora chuckled in response then suddenly stood up and wore her clothes again then picked you up in her arms bridal style and wrapped her cape over you.

"I said we do it once. I will be taking what's mine now, Y/n needs some rest then I will have a nice long talk with her~"

Signora proceeded to walk out, ignoring the protests of her colleagues- Colombina, particularly since Arlecchino and Sandrone accepted this and began to leave as well. Signora gazed at your curled up figure snuggled into her and smiled to herself, thinking how much importance you held in her heart.

[ennn]

Very much enjoying your analysis. There seems to be a disconnect on whether Agatha kissed as a manipulative tactic or if there really as love there.

I’m in the middle on this. Agatha was crying when she kissed Rio. We know from interviews with Kathryn that Agatha hates herself for loving Rio. I’m just afraid that didn’t come across very strongly. However, I feel like my opinions are veering more negative because of all of the negativity 😂 your opinions are markedly more positive, so I’d like some positivity, please 😭

Thank you for enjoying! 💚💜 Always happy to throw some thoughts anyone’s way if it helps :]

So, the trick I think for Agatha in general and even for Rio – or really, any character that's complicated – is this:

A few things can be true at the same time

Let’s start from a meta (Doylist?) outside-the-text pov first:

Jac Schaeffer loves ambiguity and complex characters. She’s positioned Wanda and Agatha as both their show’s protagonist and antagonist. She doesn’t see characters as set heroes or villains. She seems to genuinely enjoy people having their own interpretations, and things not being black and white or having a single definite answer.

In interviews I think Kathryn Hahn has also been careful to talk about how Agatha and Rio have a long and complicated relationship. If she had to pick one word it would probably be that. If she had to pick three words I think it would be "love, respect, and hate" – which she used in her recent interview.

And to be honest, I think all the interviews with Schaeffer and the cast have been limited in really digging into this relationship because they've had to avoid spoilers for most of the season as Rio being Death feeds so critically into their dynamic.

I get that people tend to have confirmation bias and focus on bits that fit with their world view so while yes, Schaeffer does talk about how Agatha and Rio fall back into the muscle memory of that love and the love they have is true, there's also the other side of the coin to this complicated relationship which is the hate, resentment, anger, and manipulation (mainly from Agatha).

So back into the text: Was Agatha manipulating Rio by kissing her? Probably yes? But that's Agatha.

And importantly, Rio knows this and that's who Rio fell in love with.

You know the ol' fable about the scorpion and the frog? Rio knows she's in love with a scorpion. Rio sees through Agatha's more obvious lies. She even finds a lot of them amusing. She knows she's going get stung and it hurts like fuck but she's also Death. In one form or another, she can endure.

I'm reminded of that Doctor Who quote: Do you think I care for you so little that betraying me would make a difference?

Was there love there? I like to think yes, there was. There are enough glorious GIF sets going around for you to fully appreciate it in the performance.

Here I ask: what's Agatha manipulating Rio for, with the kiss? Is she distracting Rio so she can more easily become a ghost?

The whole ghost thing would annoy and piss Rio off yes, but if you think about it, that's actually a win for Rio because she was genuinely upset seeing Agatha dead.

Yes Rio will probably be mad – she grieved for you dammit – but I think she'd eventually find it amusing her clever witch got away again. Rio wants to keep coming after Agatha. That's their thing. That's why when Agatha sets the cost of taking Billy to be Rio not seeing her ever again, Rio is crushed.

Agatha becoming a ghost is kind of an overall win for all parties really: Agatha wins by having Rio let Billy go, and she can continue to go after power and knowledge, and Rio can continue to chase her and they can continue annoying the hell out of each other.

[edenfenixblogs]

hello! I’m not a Jewish person (ethnically or religiously), but I was wondering if you know of any ways that I can help Jewish people right now? Like if you know of any donation programs or volunteer work or food drives or anything of the sort that I could do to help? I want to help fight antisemitism and help Jewish people beyond simply spreading awareness on Instagram, but I’m not exactly sure how or where to start. This is a very dumb question, I’m so sorry, you can ignore this if you want

(CONT'D) also, I have another question, I’m so sorry To preface this question, I’d like to say that I’m a very stupid individual who knows absolutely nothing about anything. So the question is, do you have any book or article recommendations that showcase Jewish people’s experiences, values, perspectives, etc. Like for example, are there any books written from the perspective of an Israeli/jewish person who had moved from wherever they were to the state of Israel in 1948 (I apologise if this is a horrible example, I just know absolutely nothing about anything and everything, but I’m open to learning)

Thank you so much for asking these valuable questions!!!!! (And thanks for being patient until I was able to answer!)

Neither of your questions are dumb, and you don't need to be sorry! You're not stupid and I hope you can be as kind to yourself as you have been to me and my community in your questions.

I was wondering if you know of any ways that I can help Jewish people right now?

Truly the very best thing you can do to support Jews at this time is routinely check in on us, speak up for us, and correct misinformation or antisemitism if you see it happening. This means not running away if your Jewish friends mention two antisemitic experiences they've had in one week. This means adding a media bias/fact check link when someone sends you antisemitic propaganda from Al Jazeera. This means saying "Hey. That doesn't help Palestine. That just hurts Jews," when someone's "activism" veers too far in the wrong direction. That means that you don't just shout ceasefire now without also acknowledging that Hamas and Hezbollah also need to cease firing. This means making sure your donations and your links to donations go to sources that do not fund Hamas, like Anera. It also means making sure your donations for the I/P conflict support interfaith efforts whenever possible. I routinely promote the interfaith and intercultural organizations represented within AllMEP; https://www.allmep.org/ Also, steer clear of culturally expropriating organizations like JVP.

Like if you know of any donation programs or volunteer work or food drives or anything of the sort that I could do to help?

Ones that specifically help Jews, you mean? I don't actually! Unfortunately, the international conversation since 10/7 has had very little to do with how to help Jews in Israel or in diaspora. I would say that you should look into and perhaps even email or call your local synagogues and see if they have any kind of fund for their buildings or if they're trying to raise money to pay security and donating to them. Aside from that, I'd love for my followers to weigh in on this, as they'll know better.

Book Recommendations!

These aren't exactly what you're looking for. But I believe deeply in my heart that every single non-Jewish person should read:

Jews Don't Count by David Baddiel

People Love Dead Jews by Dara Horn

Night by Elie Wiesel

There are plenty of other books that are less of a bummer to read than those, too. But I think for any non-Jew to truly understand us they need to understand the unexamined antisemitism they carry with them and they need to have true, first-hand accounts about the holocaust to understand the legacy it left to us as well as what it took away.

Followers with more specific recommendations, please offer your advice in comments or replies or reblogs or tags! I'm just one person. I don't claim to speak for my entire community, nor have I ever. But I think, as a larger community, we can all steer you in the right direction, Thank you!!!!!

[ieatstarsforaliving]

The Origin (1)

Summary: How you and Hazel and the fight club started. Also Hazel's Spider-Woman. But you don't know that.

Pairing: Spider-Woman!Hazel Callahan x Classmate!Reader

Warnings: Mature language, use of (Y/N), mentions of bruises and cuts, Idk what else

Word Count: 1508

Note: It's literally my first post. It may suck. I don't care. I don't get paid for this. I hope you do enjoy though, cause there's not enough Spider-Woman Hazel Callahan fics out here. Love yall - Bia <3

“You got paired up with (Y/N) for the ‘women murdered in history’ project?” 

Hazel nodded at Josie’s question. She had just left Mr. G’s class with PJ and Josie where he had introduced a new project to create a diorama based on a famous woman who was murdered. The partners were chosen by random, and to Hazel’s horror, she was paired up with you. 

Who just happened to be Hazel’s crush for 4. fucking. years.

Hazel had many moments of crises in her 18 years of life, which included getting bitten by a radioactive spider during sophomore year at a school field trip to the science fair, getting caught by Josie and PJ’s spider-trap (Where PJ wanted to catch Spider-Woman for her youtube channel with a net, and she actually managed to?) and Hazel had to reveal her secret identity, and her mother’s recent divorce with her minor-fucking, emotionally unavailable father. 

But none of them made Hazel as frantic as being paired with you for a school project. 

“Thats fucking amazing,” PJ said in jealousy. “How come that never happens with me and Brittany? I got paired up with that one emo kid who probably wants to blow up the school.” 

Hazel groaned, leaning her head against her locker. She was already tired from last night’s fight with a local bank robbery, which led to her face scratched and bandaged up today. She couldn’t stop thinking about how she was going to impress you. 

“Okay, well, you don’t look very happy considering you’re like, obsessed with her,” Josie commented. She was well used to Hazel’s constant remarks about how pretty you looked during class or how you made eye contact with her for 2 seconds. 

“I’m fucked. I just get so nervous around her,” Hazel replied, anxiety seeping out from her voice. “I have never really had a conversation with her other than, ‘hello’. If I can’t even talk to her properly, how am I going to do a whole project with her?” 

PJ rolled her eyes. “Hazel, why are you so worried? You literally swing down tall ass buildings and beat up tall ass criminals, and you can’t even talk to a girl that you like? Didn’t your spider powers give you like, enhanced everything?” 

“I’m pretty sure the whole point of Hazel’s secret identity is for you to not talk about it out in the open, PJ.” 

“I’m just saying, if I saved the neighborhood every night wearing a red and blue spandex lady gaga suit, I’d be getting so much puss right now.” 

The two continued to bicker as Hazel sighed. PJ was right. It was just a project. It wasn’t a big deal, it was only for a week, and she was certain you were straight anyways. All she had to do was just man up and talk to—

“Hazel?” 

Hazel jumped, turning around from her locker to see you standing with an alluring smile on your face. You wanted to talk to your project partner before the start of next class, who seemed to be very stunned at the sight of you. She looked like a puppy, with her widened blue eyes and her tousled brown hair. 

Hazel blinked rapidly and clutched her notebook, barely managing to reply with a small, “Hi.” 

“I don’t know if you remember me. I’m (Y/N),” You introduced yourself, starting to offer your hand but retracting immediately because you realized that you’re a high schooler and that it’s probably lame to shake hands in this day and age. “I’m partnered up with you for Mr. G’s class—” 

“-Yeah, I know who you are. (Y/N),” Hazel said, almost too quickly, causing her friends to hold in their laughter. “Mr. G’s project. Yeah– I can work on it. All of it, if you want.” 

“No, of course not, we can work on it together,” You laughed, before recognizing all the injuries on Hazel’s face. “By the way, you’re pretty bruised up. Are you okay?” 

Hazel instantly touched her bandages, feeling a bit embarrassed at her state. 

“’m fine. I just fell.” 

You frowned, staring intensely at Hazel’s face. “I don’t think you can get these cuts from falling.” 

“Well, some of them are from falling and some of them aren’t...” Hazel trailed off as you came closer, your face filled with genuine worry. You knew Hazel wasn't exactly popular, but you didn’t know she was bullied. Hazel slowly backed away, her heart beating out of her chest as her back made contact with her locker. 

Hazel's Face started to burn up, turning to Josie for help. Josie stuttered, “This is nothing, she just– she’s part of this— this club, and—”

“A club? What kind of club fucks up her face like this?” You interrupted, your hands reaching out and brushing Hazel’s bangs out of the way, carefully examining the bandages. “Is it like a fight club?” 

“Yes!” 

“No–” 

“-More like a women’s self defense club?”

You looked at the three girls who’ve provided different answers all at the same time.

PJ spoke up first. 

“Yes, we absolutely do have this club where girls fucking beat each other up and shit for… feminism. So that we can teach girls how to protect themselves from the evil male football players.” 

“You know how to fight?” You asked, staring at PJ who barely had any muscles.

“Yes. Because, We… went… to… juvie over the summer.” 

You blinked.

“...There’s also a serious lack of female solidarity in this school,” Hazel stiffly added. 

“Right. Okay, that’s fine, I guess,” You accepted. “Could I join?” 

“Yes. Absolutely!” PJ exclaimed, her face lighting up immediately. “You could bring your friends too. You know. Specifically your cheerleader friends. Specifically Brittany and Isabel.” 

Before you could question why specifically Brittany and Isabel, the bell rang to inform the students for the start of next class. 

“Okay, here—” You took the notebook Hazel was holding and quickly scribbled your number on one of the pages. “Message me so we can talk about the project. And the club. Is that okay?” 

You handed the notebook back as Hazel nodded, in denial that you just gave her your fucking phone number. You waved before running off to your next class, feeling happy that you had made a new friend. (haha friend…)

Meanwhile, Josie was losing her mind. 

“PJ, what the fuck are you doing?” 

“This is absolutely perfect!” 

“No, it’s not, PJ— we don’t have a feminist women’s self-defense fight club. You also don’t care about feminism. Your favorite movie is Entourage.” 

“Okay, first of all, shut up, and second, we can just make the club now, obviously. Come on– I just created the perfect opportunity for all of us to talk to Brittany, Isabel, and (Y/N)!” 

“Hazel, please tell PJ that she’s insane,” Josie turned to Hazel. 

Hazel grinned and said; 

“She gave me her number.” 

Josie groaned. “Congratulations! But we have a bigger problem now. We don’t know how to defend ourselves!” 

“Self-defense is common sense. You try to punch me in the face. I stop it from happening. Whatever, I don’t care, it’s easy,” PJ shrugged, holding a MMA fighter stance and started throwing air punches. 

“Yeah, maybe for Hazel, who literally has the… spider tingles? Hazel tingles?”

“Please do not start calling it Hazel tingles.” 

“And let’s not forget, you literally have superhuman strength,” Josie cautioned. “If we do this— very big if, we just run the biggest risk of exposing you and your spider identity. One wrong punch and you’ll send a girl to the hospital.”  

PJ turned to Hazel and grabbed her by the shoulders. 

“Hazel, listen to me. We teach a bunch of girls how to defend themselves against the evil high school fuckboys. They are grateful to us. Adrenaline is flowing— next thing you know, Isabel, Brittany, and (Y/N) are kissing us on the mouths!” 

Hazel paused. “I don’t know. Like Josie said, it’s a huge risk. The last thing I’d want to do is put (Y/N) in danger.”

A sardonic smile played on PJ’s lips. She tapped on Hazel’s notebook.

“Hazel, she gave you her number.”

Hazel stood, her mind racing once again. PJ’s idea of starting a self-defense club was dangerous, she knew that. She would be gaining attention all while showing off her fighting skills, which is what she had been hiding for years. Josie’s warning echoed in her mind. But then she remembered the way you had looked at her, with darling concern in your eyes when you asked about her injuries. She hadn’t had anyone worry for her like that in a while. 

Hazel took a deep breath.

“Okay.”

“Okay?” Josie cried.

“She said okay! It's an okay! We’re doing this!” PJ screamed, grabbing Hazel’s hand and pulling her towards the school’s office to create the club. “We’re going to lose our virginities this year! This is the year!”

“Okay, but who’s going to be crazy enough to even advise this club?” Josie yelled after them, but the two were long gone.

Next Chapter: The Fucking Fight Club

[in1-nutshell]

I know your on a break from requests but I don’t want to forget this one, so I’m just gonna leave it here till your back to taking requests ☺️

The butts and cons reacting to An adult buddy who is an archeologist and actively studies and learns the cybertronian language and history. A buddy who is in charge of a team that travels around the world too study history. And she has studied the cybertronian language so much that she can read and write it, she can sort of speak it aswell.

I can’t stop thinking about this, especially because I love the idea of a certain archivist (Optimus) and archeologist/historian buddy having little knowledge sharing conversations…..possibly romance 😏

But you do you boo

Tried going for a pre romantic vibe for this one. Optimus deserves a friend to just be himself around. Introvert to introvert levels of friendship. Lets see how Buddy navigates their friendship with Prime.

Hope you enjoy!

Human Buddy the archivist and who studies Cybertronian culture with Optimus Prime

SFW, slight romantic, platonic, Human reader

Buddy was an archivist that worked alongside Agent Fowler. They met while they worked as a former spy for the government that retired that life to pursue their passion.

They met the bots with him.

“Autobots. I’d like you to meet a friend of mine that will be working with you. This is former agent Buddy.”--Fowler

“Why bring us a former agent, Agent fowler?”--Ratchet

“Because ratchet, they are in charge of learning about your culture and in charge of helping you all learn about Earth’s culture.”--Fowler

“…Are they okay?”—Bulkhead

Buddy staring intently at Optimus’s frame.

“What do you—Buddy, Buddy no—”--Fowler

Buddy locking eyes with Optimus.

Optimus locking optics on Buddy.

Both-- Introvert radar on: Potential Friend spotted.

“Well good luck with that. See you all in 5.”--Fowler

“Wait what do you mean? Agent? Agent!”--Ratchet

It was Budy’s job to get to know the giant aliens more. They would be lying if they said they didn’t enjoy learning about the bots culture. They had gotten to know the members of the misfit team through the years. Sure, it did lead to some misadventures along the way, especially when the kids came along…

“Beeep? (Buddy, can I ask you a question?)”—Bumblebee

“Sure Bee! What’s your question?”—Buddy

“Beeep bep bop? (What does ‘babygirl’ mean? I heard Miko saying that to Jack.)--Bumblebee

“… Where’s Miko?”—Buddy

Despite this, they especially hit it off with Optimus.

Buddy seemed to have awaken Orion Pax from time to time with their thirst for knowledge.

Prime and Buddy by the screens looking at Iacon records.

“By the Primes…”--Ratchet

“What is it?”--Arcee

“I think I know why Agent Fowler said, ‘good luck’.”--Ratchet

“Why? They seem to be fine? What harm is that?”—Arcee

“Do you think it’s in section 3ab part 4 sub article 15?”—Buddy

“No, maybe in section 3.4 ab part 5 sub article 16?”—Optimus

“Oh, true maybe its—“--Buddy

“There’s two of them now.”--Ratchet

The Prime is more than happy to share his planet’s culture alongside the rest of the team. But those moments are usually reserved for the two of them.

It was their thing.

Soon enough the kids and June came into the picture.

Buddy wasn’t going to lie and say it was easy to explain their job to them. But the sight on their faces when they would go in depth about a certain topic was priceless. It was always nice to have someone interested in this line of work.

“You know you can ask Bulkhead about this stuff, right?”--Buddy

“That’s right you can ask me about stuff.”--Bulkhead

“Yeah but some of the stuff you weren’t there and Buddy is pretty much a walking wiki page on Cybertronian history.”--Miko

“I’m not sure whether to take that as a compliment or not? But thank?”--Buddy

“If you want history why don’t you ask Ratchet or Prime?”--Bulkhead

“I want a quick story not a university lecture.”--Miko

Now, did all this knowledge make them a bit bias about the war.

Yes, yes it did.

But Buddy wasn’t blind in the way stories go.

They secretly want the Cons input on the war and their beliefs. They have lost count of the number of times they have stood up for the bots against other humans.

The worst one came from June after she tried to take the kids away from the base and blaming the bots for letting them get hurt on their watch.

“June stop that right now!”--Buddy

“Why! They let the kids get hurt on their watch!”--June

“I understand your concern but let them off the hook a little okay!? They don’t have optics in the back of their helms you know!”--Buddy

“They still—”--June

“We are at war June! Whether you want to open your eyes to it or not! People are going to get hurt. No one can promise a safe return… no one can. So, for the love of Primus, June, shut it.”--Buddy

Optimus never saw the fury in Buddy’s eyes than in that moment. Nonetheless he is a bit grateful for them standing up while he tries to take that blame. The team does let Buddy know they appreciate them.

Buddy did get kidnapped one day by Megatron himself.

By the time the planned hostage negotiations were going to happen, Megatron had gotten a hit of nostalgia. It came in the form of his tiny hostage.

“So, you’re Megatron?”--Buddy

“Yes, I am. Now—”--Megatron

“Oh finally! You have no idea how long I’ve actually wanted to meet you.”--Buddy

“…What—”--Megatron

“I have so many questions to ask you and your cause.”--Buddy

“You want to know about the Decepticon cause?--Megatron

“Yes! I mean, I know pretty much what the autoboots have had to say, I want to know the war from your causes point of view. For example, how did it start? From what I heard, you wanted to bring a new change for your fellow Cybretronian were things were going to be better for everyone. And, not to embarrass you or anything, but I quoted some of your earlier works—”--Buddy

Megatron now looking at a smaller Orion Pax talking about his works.

“… Pax.”--Megatron

“I—what?”--Buddy

“You’re designation now is Pax.”--Megatron

“Oh I guess—”--Buddy

“Come with me Pax, I have plenty of Decepticon data pads that you can look over.”--Megatron

“Okay!”--Buddy

Megatron couldn’t bring himself to destroy the fleshy. They were an organic replica of how Orion Pax was before the war. Dare he say it, but he missed the smaller bot he once knew and grew to call brother. He can’t do it.

“Lord Megatron, may I be so bold—”--Starscream

“You may not.”--Megatron

“—as to ask you why the organic is doing with that data pad?”--Starscream

“They wanted to learn more about our cause, isn’t that right Pax?”--Megatron

“I finished with this one, may I have another one?”--Buddy

“Of course, Soundwave.”--Megatron

Soundwave passes another data pad to ‘Pax’.

“Thank you!”--Buddy

“…Did you name the organic Pax?”—Starscream

“Is that a problem Starscream?”—Megatron

“Of course not—“—Starscream

“Then silence. Come now Pax.”--Megatron

“All right then. Bye Soundwave! By Starscream!”—Buddy

“…What in the Pits…”—Starsceam

Megatron didn’t want to seem like a weakling to his army, so he decided to do the hostage video but as soon as he got what he came for, to split with Pax.

Optimus was furious to hear about Megatron’s negotiations and that he had Buddy. Everyone was angry and ready to get Buddy back. Prime is considering the possibility of cutting off more than Megatron’s arm this time around.

Everyone goes to the location where Megatron said the negotiations would be held.

Its to everyone surprise to see Buddy come out of the ground bridge with a little bit of scratches here and there.

“Buddy!”--Everyone

“Hey! How’s everyone?”--Buddy

“How did you escape?”--Ratchet

“Oh, I didn’t.”--Buddy

“You did not?”--Optimus

“No, actually I managed to strike a deal with ol’ Megs. I get to go back to you on the condition that I return to the Nemesis every month or so. And before you say anything, no details from either side.”--Buddy

“Well, we’re just happy your back.”--Bulkhead

Later…

“Hey Optimus.”--Buddy

“Yes?”--Optimus

“I didn’t know that Megatron had a soft spot for nerdy archivists.”--Buddy

“… Apparently he does.”--Optimus

“What are you guys talking about?”--Miko

“Lecture work.”--Buddy

[raven-at-the-writing-desk]

Hi raven, I’ve loved your intricate and deep analysis of the twst cast for the past 2 years to the point where I’m surprised you have characters you don’t really care about! (Not that that’s bad thing!) Now with the introduction of new characters (cough, cough Rollo), I’d love to see how you rank the twst characters again 👀

Edit: Updated with Skully J. Graves, who lies between "solid dislike" and "significantly dislike". Thank you very much—but I think there’s an important distinction to be made!!

Knowing a lot about a character, analyzing them, and thinking that they have interesting writing does not always equate to “I like this character”. This is definitely the case for me; I try to compartmentalize my objective opinion from how I subjectively view each character. There’s certainly characters I dislike on a personal level, but I continue discussing them because they still provide value and nuance to their world and story! (You can see that I don’t like Malleus at all but I am still capable of thinking critically about his loneliness and how his resistance to change informs his actions.) For the sake of analysis, I can mostly put aside my own feelings 😂

A character could be the most kind and/or complex individual ever and someone could still dislike them for a reason as innocuous as not vibing with their tropes or even their physical design. (For example, I dislike Vil’s dad not because I think he’s a bad parent; Eric Venue is one of the best parents in the whole game. I simply dislike him because I have a bias against celebrity characters.) And that’s okay!! Everyone’s tastes are different. People should be allowed to dislike whatever they want for whatever reason they want.

I wasn’t able to find a TWST character tier list that included all the NPCs, so… I typed in as many other significant characters as I could recall for the tier I slot them in. I hope that works ^^

I think the only big changes here are Idia and Rook; Idia has gone higher up (no doubt thanks to all the family drama he’s been in lately) and Rook has dropped down (he has, sadly, been displaced by another pseudo-French man). I also tried to segment my “likes” into “lesser liked” and “more liked” tiers, otherwise there would be a ton of people crammed into the blanket term of “like”. Malleus is… in a tier of his own…

There’s my updated tier list for ya! ^^ Let me know if I missed anything~

[gangplanksorenji]

Do you think you’re forgiven?

Pairing: LE SSERAFIM Sakura x Male Reader

Word Count: 8720

A/N: Helloooo Orenjideul! I'm back with a Sakura fic and I think, this is my wildest one, yet or something idk ahhhh. I had fun writing this fic and it took me a quite while but I hope it all turned out well! Enjoy! <3

Also, thanking @kaedespicelatte for the idea on the anal scene ehehe <3

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“Aaaaand… Cut!”

Applause of multiple people can be heard around the room as the final minutes of shooting from their song has now come to an end. All the hard work and stress has finally paid off as subsequent radiant smiles paint their faces. 

They’re happy as much as you are, and it’s something all you can ask for and you love it. Thankfully, you could go to them as soon as the shooting ended as your heart beats rapidly in every step you take, closer to them. As you get closer, you notice them focused on monitoring themselves and their performance, so you wait it out in order to respect them yet not so long after it is done and you can already hear them blabbering and their laughter.

“It’s a bit hard to—wait, is that Oppa? I better call Kkura-unnie.”

“You better call, unnie, yes!”

“Shhh…” you hurriedly silent Yunjin and Kazuha with their advances towards calling Sakura as you wanted to surprise her by unexpectedly coming on their shooting. You also came to see the girls perform and their utmost efforts on really exerting all of their energy to give it all and that makes you flustered on how hard-working they are. You can't take your eyes off Sakura whenever she delivers every ounce of passion whenever she dances but you specifically take your eyes off her with this girl too. She’s been really stunning since the day you saw her and you stand by it. Who could it be? Well, it’s just Kim Chaewon with her usual bias-wrecking aura that can literally make you bias list in shambles! Every fan knows this and even though Sakura is where your heart belongs, you can’t help but be in awe whenever Chaewon is on the stage, and this is further proven when you can see them perform personally, with your own eyes.

Sneaking up to the two beautiful idols, clueless about your presence and—

“Boo!” 

“Ahhh!”, A startled Sakura meets your eyes as you both flirtatiously exchange smiles and smirks as Sakura playfully punches your shoulder on how you’re teasing her.

“Yah, what made you come here?”

“I just want to see you. How well you’re doing, that’s all…”

“Oh really? That’s so sweet of you…”

Those eyes. You swear to god, everytime she pleases her eyes, you just want to protect her from anything awful that happen—treasure her smile and her happiness because that’s what really matters.

“Yah, we’re still in the monitoring room, lovebirds.”, the nonchalant tone of the leader resonates around your ear as you apologized, earning a smile from the short-haired girl that’s brighter than any beam of light.

Gosh, she’s beautiful—you mutter to yourself as Chaewon’s beauty is way out of this world. All of them are stunning in every way possible, especially Sakura, but lately, Chaewon has been stealing the show ever since the comeback started. With this being said, you just hope to God that Sakura won’t be jealous of this, in any kind. Well, you wish…

All of you then went to the dressing room after the monitoring and shooting and with how hard they’ve been working for this comeback, you’ve thought of treating them a little bit, maybe with this little gift, they may feel rewarded as all of their hard work pays off.

“You all did so well! And, y’know, I’d thought of treating you guys so, yeah…”

“Wait, you really will, Oppa? Oh please, don’t bother anymore—”, Yunjin was interrupted with a buzz on the door as their manager delivered something in a plastic bag, full of delicious, mouth-watering food. 

“Oh thanks, manager-nim!”, says Chaewon who placed the plastic bag full of food into the table, equally distributing the tupperware for each member and including you.

“Aish, Chaewon-ssi, I’ll just go and distribute them, just chill on the couch.”

“”But Oppa, I want to—”

Chaewon was eager to help you and you’re just in awe of how she immediately took the initiative. You wanted to make her feel good by helping her but with the sudden hold of her hand because of your attempts to do the job instead, she can’t help but be flustered as the sudden contact made her blush.

“Chaewon-ah, I’ll do the rest, okay? Just relax…. I’ll equally distribute the food.”

Flashing a reassuring smile to her, she then sat on the couch as you equally distributed all of the food to them, and then delightfully thanked you as it flustered your heart. While all of this was happening—the blissful cheers and their boisterous laughter—you noticed Sakura uncannily being enervated and quiet. She’s just maybe tired from all of the things they did today, so, you just chose to not really mind it but seconds after, you approached her and asked her if she was okay.

“Kkura…”

“Yeah?”

“You good? You seem really down all of a sudden…”

“Yeah, I’m all good. It’s just that I feel a bit tired, that’s all.”

“Oh… Don’t worry, after this, I’ll bring you to your place then we’ll spend the night together, okay? Don't you want the food to get cold?”

“No…”

You tucked her hair behind her ear, flashing a reassuring smile and with your alleviating tone, “We’ll take a rest later, okay?”

She nodded as her eyes ignited with anticipation, delighted after saying those few words that made her heart flutter. Despite all of this, you managed to reassure her and averted your attention onto eating the food with the rest of the members, as well as blabbering with them as the cherry on top.

---

It has been a delightful experience while chatting with this group and you couldn’t be any happier. Each member stands out for making any conversation funny, enjoyable and interesting, especially Chaewon. She’s been delivering such fun topics onto the table that the rest of you can’t get enough of it—everything just feels really alive when Chaewon brings the amusement amongst all of the other members, and you love it. You became so comfortable with them—moreso with Chaewon—to the point that you’re involuntarily complimenting them and confessing on how you liked Chaewon from the start.

“But honestly, Chaewon looks stunningly beautiful today.”

“Yah~ Oppa, you don’t have to say that.”, the cute, short-haired girl hides her face from your compliment as the rest of the members smile while Yunjin initiates another compliment. “But you look really stunning, unnie!”

“Aww, thanks… All of you look really stunning, right, Kkura-unnie?”

“H-Huh? Y-Yeah, you all do…”

Silence emanates the room as the awkwardness settles in. Sakura isn’t usually like this and you know it. If she’s just randomly sulking because of something, it’s a petulant excuse to have one and the soft-hearted part of you is thinking that she’s just tired from all they’ve done earlier. Yet that thought is clearly eliminated from what you’re seeing on the rest of the members; they’re lively and delightful as Sakura’s being the opposite. 

“Kkura-unnie, are you alright?”

“Yeah, I’m just feeling *coos* really tired, sorry.”

Chaewon’s eyebrows furrowed as her tone emits thoughtfulness and concern to Sakura. She then asks her if she’s really alright as she feels a disturbance with the force—something feels off and it’s not looking good.

“Yeah, I’m alright! I’m just feeling tired! How many times do I need to say it!”

All are in shock as she unveils another side of hers which you never like about. Chaewon’s eyes were scared and confused as to why Sakura suddenly exclaimed what she’s feeling. She grew impatient from all of your motives, so with that, she hurriedly left the room as you followed right after. Before you even did that, you reassure Chaewon and the rest of the members that everything’s will be alright.

“Chaewon-ssi, there’s nothing wrong with what you did, okay? She’s maybe just not in the right mood today. We’ll fix this and everything will be fine. Just tell your manager that I’ll be taking Kkura home myself, okay?”

Chaewon nods as you thanked them for bringing such a wonderful bonding session as they thanked you too for treating them to some delicious food—albeit, their advances of still being too grateful and uttering the words: “You shouldn’t have bothered.”. You then hurriedly waved goodbye to them as Kazuha signals a thumbs-up from her hand, letting you know that you should go for Sakura and fix what has unfolded.

This will be one hell of a night, I guess…

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Between the spotless marbling of the floor are hurried steps from the both of you as she runs away, you then, catching up to her and inevitably, you’ve reached her arms as you block her attempts of escaping, facing her and demanding an answer of her earlier attitude.

“What was that Kkura?”

“It’s just—tiring you know? I didn’t mean to provoke anyone. I’m just tired—you know what? J-Just take me home…”

You then sighed in relief as concern painted your face, worried that something may have unfolded that may turn out the worse for both worlds.

“Alright then, let's rest at your place.”

“Okay…”

The both of you then coursed your way to the parking lot, finding your car as soon as possible because of the possible paparazzis that may have caught you with Sakura—and the last thing you want for you to happen on this planet is being on the headlines on Dispatch.

As soon as the both of you hopped in the car, you then texted Chaewon that you'll drive Sakura home to their dorm and an immediate reply of “thumbs-up” signals that they now know that you're driving Sakura home as relief coursed through your veins.

---

“We’re now here, Kkura.”, you said as you’re done parking the car onto the allotted parking spot that thankfully, no one occupies or you’ll be doomed to park your car awkwardly in the road.

“Oh, finally! I can rest!”, she cheerfully muttered as she hurriedly got out of the car and diverts herself towards the locked front door, unlocking it and letting you in.

“It’s not much though, we didn’t change anything that much…”

You’re now met with the same blue-ish, tranquil wall and the peaceful ambiance yet what really caught your eye are the organized set of clothes and things in which you didn’t see on your last visit here. You’re clearly feeling comfortable and impressed and teased Sakura about it.

“Wow, some organization! Glad y’all knew about that word.”

“Shut up…”

You then laughed as Sakura flashes a faint smile at your joke, and clearly, wasn’t offended by that. Not so long after,  she then rushed upstairs as you didn’t mind her, letting her rest for a while as you then slouch onto the couch, making yourself comfortable and then killing the time with the endless scrolling on social media.

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It has been silent for quite awhile (maybe for like, half an hour) and you’ve never heard any hint of sound upstairs. It’s tranquil and you love it. On how everything seems uncannily silent, your curiosity sends you to check Sakura as you assume that she’s already sleeping and yeah, you half-expected this to happen.

“Hey, Kkura...”

A feeble attempt to avert her attention towards you and not to the game she’s playing (and yes, she’s playing a game) is all you can do. It’s not like she can hear you as she just chooses to ignore which you didn’t really like, to say the least.

“Kkura-yah~ Why are you—”

“Ahh! Fuc— What do you want???”

An aggravated tone reverberates around the compact automobile you’re in as Sakura is angry, infuriated over, maybe, a loss of her game she’s playing. She stares at you striking, like daggers towards your chest as you’re starting to get disappointed towards her as she completely (maybe unintentionally) ignores you, and that's something that you don't want her to do.

“Why are you so mad about, suddenly, huh? Is it because of the game?”

“Yes! And you just ruined everything!”

Shock. You're in complete shock. You've seen her like this before and it's her worse side, as always. You despise seeing her side of this—acting like a spoiled brat who loves attention-seeking and being sulky and would do every single thing just to suck your cock. It's not even fair at this point and you hate it. You get to adjust to her current mood and understand her even though her acts are nonetheless, in the most frivolous and annoying manner yet still, it feels like your acts aren't even making her get out of that ”mood” of hers.

“Hah, you, Kkura, losing your patience just because of a single mistake that you could re-do later—”

“Listen here, you little shit—” Sakura yelps out of her comfortable position, her face infuriated and filled with anger as she tugs the collar of your shirt, her face just inches away from yours as her sharp glare makes you flinch in confusion and maybe, even being nervous about her antics, “—this, is not just a game, do you understand? And you—fucking ruined this day because—”

“Because o-of what? Tell me, Kkura—what is it?” you fight back as you match the fire in her eyes that has been long ignited before.

“Aish—nevermind, argh!!”

She then turns back against you, yourself then anticipating her next move and now, this is most likely a surviving tactic to her possible aggressive antics. You then come to a realization that the possible switch of her mood is because of Chaewon. She may not know this  but you've been averting your eyes towards Sakura from time to time, on the right moment where she can't see you. You've noticed her personality being quiet and indeed, sulky rather than her usual bubbly and dorky self.

So… you did just point out that to her.

“Ahh, is it because of Chaewon? That I talked more often to her than you—”

“Just shut up! Shut your mouth!” Sakura pounces on you like a wolf, making you fall onto your stomach and her straddling your lap. She senses you, almost like a predator sensing the fear and anticipation beneath those sparkling eyes of yours as the prey falls into submission, giving in. She grabbed your wrists, further preventing you from retaliating—and it’s like you want to retaliate at this moment and to be honest, you’re even liking it. 

“You’re so annoying, don’t you know that? And I don’t care if you want to talk to Chaewon more than me. Pay more attention to her than me—I don’t care! Even if you fuck her brains out, I don’t give a fuck about it!”

She is furious and it’s all you’re doing. You know this but why would she act like this? So childish and so, out of the blue and this, almost feels like a fever dream. Even with her infuriated look, you can’t help but still be so attracted to it and it feels like she’s making you fall for her spell. You hide your true demeanor to her and act tough, trying to fight back but she easily overpowers you, Sakura now having control and the upper ground.

“W-Why are you like this? Get off of me, now.”

“Shut up. I won’t and I’ll make sure I’ll let you know who you fucking belong to.”

Without any time to waste, she started to latch her lips onto yours as the kiss was surprisingly, sloppy and fueled with intense fervor, which you eagerly reciprocated. The taste of her lips is really addicting, so, to further let her know how good of a kisser you are, you double the efforts on each little thing you do when kissing her: the way you caress her waist, the effort and small so-called “lovebites” on her lips and the way you moan between each sloppy kiss. Now, your tongues intertwined with each other as the volume of her moans now resonates around your ear, like a lustful chant that you could listen to all day. Sakura loves this, and even with this, she can submit herself into submission but even before she totally gave in to your control, she pulled out of you, gasping for oxygen as her cheeks and ears are now red from the intimate action you’ve done.

“I hate how good of a kisser you are.”

“You’ll never find someone who kisses you better than me, Kkura.”

“Shut the fuck up. You don’t get to talk! Arghh!” Still with her vicious glare, she takes full control of you pretty easily—even though you can put up a fight against her, you wouldn’t because you love it when she’s in control. 

“Oh wow, look at your little friend here!” Sakura averts her fingers playfully onto the tent on your pants as she grinds on it leisurely, you then moaning silently as her tease is enough to make you give in to the abyss of submission. 

“Fu—Fuck, Kkura. It feels good.”

She just ignores you and dry-humps your tent, causing her to be wetter than before and you can feel it. You feel yourself being at full mast as she stops after a few seconds after, causing you to be a little bit disappointed as you wanted more. 

“You think you can have more? Hah—you wish.” 

And, she’s still mad to you for no significant reason on why she’s like this. You wanted to work this out by just talking to her but on the way, Sakura is making this game a fun one as this turns you on even more than what you expected and you’re not complaining. Without any further reminders and time to waste, Sakura hastily unbuttons your pants as she yanks down your boxers in one swift motion, and not even caring if she hurted you or not. Now, with your almost fully-erect length, Sakura eyed it like it was just a piece of meat and was hiding the fact of being in awe and in drool whenever she sees your raging length.

“This?” Sakura leisurely stroked your length, you then groaned in half-pain, half-pleasure as the lack of lubrication isn't helping, yet, nonetheless, it's still pleasurable as hell. “This cock is mine. I'll get to do whatever I want to with this cock and there's nothing you can do about it.”

She then stopped stroking you and now, with full control of you, she didn't waste her time doing the thing she excels at: dominating you. 

“Now, you're lucky that I'm not really feeling that sensitive right now, or else, you could be sleeping outside right now, not with me.”

“I'm s-sorry, Kkura, b-but did I even do wrong?”

“You know what you fucking did.”

As she's about to lay down her face aligned with your shaft, a tingle in her brain says something that will make this experience a hundred times better than what it should be.

“Now, you know the drill, baby. Is it clear?”

“Wha—What? What drill, Kkura?”

Within that single word, the fire inside her ignited. The flame full of anger and lust ignited, and it became the worst in any possible situation. She is furious, suffocating your shaft with a vice grip as you wail in pain, then realizing what she's been implying and you quickly correct your mistake.

“Fuck—ahh! I'm sorry, mommy.”

Now loosening her vacuum-like grip on your shaft, you became complacent that everything is starting to calm down but with Sakura, that's not in her vocabulary.

“It's good you have a fucking mind to think then. Don't worry, you'll be all-spent after this and if you do good and follow my instructions, I'll forgive you."

Your eyes widen in anticipation, nervousness and excitement. It’s like rolling a dice full of emotions and wouldn’t know what to really feel and Sakura senses this, and further uses it as her advantage. With still a firm grip with your rock-hard shaft, she spit on your shaft a few times as the lubrication now felt better than before as you can see her beautiful, dainty fingers stroking your raging length leisurely. 

You moan in ecstasy and probably, that’s all you can do. The sudden strike of gratification can be felt throughout your body and you, immediately shudder as her wet, warm mouth envelops your raging length within a fraction of a second, and didn’t even notice it.

Sakura didn’t mind you moaning her name and the constant convulse of your hips as she focuses where she’s best at. With her slow bobs and her mouth wrapped onto your mushroom tip, you can’t help but become more aroused and you wouldn’t complain about this—maybe the only thing you’ll complain about is her anger towards you and you never liked it when she’s furious. Within a few seconds, she picks up the pace and involuntarily, you caress the silky black strands of her hair as an outlet to fight the pleasure, and you won't like what will happen next.

Pop.

“Get your hands off me. Put it behind your back and just let me do my job, is that clear?”

You don’t speak, which ignites the flames inside her—

“Fucking answer me!—”

“Yes—y-yes, mommy! I’m s-sorry…”

The tremble on your voice puts a smile on her face, knowing that she, herself, is damn well in control over you. 

“Do that again and I won’t make you cum, alright?”

Another “yes” and another no. Simple articulated words coming from your mouth is enough to make her advances towards your glistening length once more, invading it with her oh-so pleasurable cavern which is her mouth. Her deprivation and her insatiability towards you is what fuels her to do this—and it’s like she’s not liking this and if she is, she’s absolutely lying and you can sense, by the way she looks into your eyes, you know damn well that she’s enjoying this.

If only you could tell her how much you love th—

“Don’t talk to me, okay? I’ll only give you permission if I say so, is that clear?”

You’re completely silent as you already followed her instructions (and with the clever mind she has, she knew that you’re taking the instruction too seriously), which she didn’t like.

“You piece of shit—not like that! Fucking answer me!”

“Y-Yes, mommy…”

“Good. I don’t want your joking ass to play around me ‘cause I’m fucking serious right now—”

She resumes her lustful antics onto your engorged head as she swirls her tongue around it, and you respond with an intimate moan as the sensitivity is way too much to handle, and so is the pleasure. Her constant slurps and her saliva running down her chin is one way to know how much she wants you, how she's so deprived of the taste of your cock and it's like a candy she can't get enough. 

“God, your cock tastes so good—fuck—”

And there she goes, again. Constant frantic bobbing ensues and the fondling of your balls—and it's really nothing new to your eyes yet the sight is nevertheless hot as fuck. Those large, doe eyes having eye contact with you as she blows you sloppily—oh gosh, you couldn't ask for anything more than to relive this moment and savor every second of her warm mouth enveloping your shaft.

Such copious amounts of that colorless liquid inevitably leaked out of your slit, which she delightfully consumed as if it cascaded like a waterfall—like a mouthful of a delicious entrée she couldn't get enough of. After such hypnotizing minutes of her sloppy blowjob, she pulled out of your shaft with a loud pop as she commended you for being so obedient to her.

“Such a good boy for mommy. As much as I want you to cum deep in my throat, I want to feel this dick inside me, right now.”

She then grinds onto your heated core as the neediness in her eyes says a lot, and you can’t wait to fulfill it.

“Strip me, baby. Get these stupid clothes out of me and don’t you fucking dare touch me until I say so.”

And you did just that. Untying her top slowly while she’s still straddling your lap, you felt your cock twitching at the sight of her handful breasts, those within and hand’s reach as you hurriedly unclasp her black bra, letting gravity do the work as it fell off her smooth, milky skin as her perky mounds are now within your sight. As much as you wanted to dive in and fondle her mounds, you wanted to follow her instructions as you don’t want to feel her wrath again. Now with just her pants on, she gave you an discontented look as you hurriedly did your job, unzipping her pants and letting the clothing fall off the ground smoothly alongside her panties on the way, letting her beautiful, hourglass figure on your sight as you drool in insatiability and need—Sakura herself exuding sexiness is always off the charts of what you always wanted and with her naked body onto your sight, you can’t help but feel so aroused to the point that you want to pull her and kiss her yet, as what she’d said earlier, you must be obedient so you’ll try and discipline yourself to do so.

“Fuck, she’s so perfect—her figure is so insane.”

Sakura then pushes you onto the bed with a loud thud as she pounces onto you like a wolf, her legs straddling your thighs and her warm hands caressing your chest and your abs, making you squirm in sensitivity. 

“You’re so fucking hot, baby. And—ooh, you’re squirming under my touch already? Oh, and I bet, you want to feel my pussy right now, don’t you, hm?”

You nod frantically as she grips your length, her hands almost clenching around your shaft as she lines her entrance towards you, teasing you as she brushes her clit onto your swollen head, making you moan in need as you wanted more but you know that she’s not going to give it to you—or is she?

Enough with the teasing as she dives onto your rod, her wet folds engulfing the entirety of your length as she fucks herself with it within as slow pace. You moaned her name softly as she’s exceptionally tight and so wet, and you noticed it on how much she’s dripping before she even entered.

She might be sexually frustrated considering how much both of your schedules are hectic as the both of you didn’t have the time to really invest into bonding sessions or even steamy ones and her frustration even ignited to the fact that she’s so jealous and you’re starting to feel bad. But you shouldn’t, because if your proposition is true, then you’re in the boat as her—you’re having the needs as hers to, and that maybe even explains on how she’s much tighter than the last time you’ve fucked her yet she’s always pleasurably tight, and it’s so pleasurable that you always wanted to hit the deepest spots inside her pussy if you can.

She rides you with a pace that’s moderate—you don’t really ask anything more than it and you can't, as it’s Sakura’s order to not interfere nor talk to her, so you’ll just shut your mouth as the gratification makes your brain go haywire. 

“Fuck—you're s-so big inside me—ahh! Fuck, this cock is so p-perfect! Thank god y-you have this perfect cock for me t-to fuck on—ahhh, fuck!”

Her hypnotic bounces onto your shaft sends ripple onto each other’s bodies as you can feel how she’s dripping wet, considering how she’s leaking between her bounces. In every thrust of herself onto your rod, her demeanor completely changed as her once stern, jealous-filled face is now filled with lust and need, her face distorted with the overwhelming pleasure she’s bringing herself into. Her pace suddenly becomes rapid, bounces within such a quick succession as she places her hands onto your chest for further stability. You realized that she’s struggling a little, so you supported her by pressing your hands firmly onto the side of her hips, which she didn't seem to mind.

“God, I fucking love t-this. I hate h-how you always s-stretch my pussy so well—ahh, fuck!”

She can’t really hide the satisfaction she’s feeling and she never will as she’s always vocal whenever she’s satisfied with something, even from the smallest things up to even some of the freakiest actions in bed. It’s also in her eyes and the way she’s leaking all over your length, and with those simple hints, you already know she’s in peak ecstasy.

“Y-Your cock is too good, baby. I’m gonna c-cum really soon!”

Now chasing her long-awaited orgasm, she rides you at a frantic pace, bounces and bounces in quick successions that make your mouth escape plethora of moans. All it takes is a single squeal as she announces her high, as she creams onto your cock, her nectar gushing out like a waterfall, dripping onto the bed sheets.

And you swear to god, you’re going to clean your bed whenever all of these sinful events are done.

She then pulled out of your slick shaft as it glistened with her juices, standing proud and hard as her body makes her the culprit for all of this. With a single motion, she switched positions with you and glared at you, straight right to your soul, seductively whispering, “Fuck me hard, baby. Don’t stop until you unload every single drop, in your balls, in me, do you understand?”

Another question. Another nod. Of course, it’s a must at this very moment as before you insert your stiffened member inside her, once again, she interrupted you with a suggestion in mind, benefiting herself and maybe even you.

“Before this, you gotta fuck me from behind. Fuck me hard until my legs give out, baby. Please mommy and I want you to impress me.”

And you wouldn’t disappoint her and you never will, because if you do, you’re fucked. Fuck her ‘til her legs give out—well, let’s see how this goes. 

With all your strength, you rotate her as the sudden swivel makes her anticipate more of what you can do. You then give her milky-white buttocks a gentle squeeze as you continue to whisper to yourself how insane Sakura’s figure is and how much you adore her passion on how she keeps on maintaining this physique.

“God, she’s so fucking hot…”

“W-Why are you teasing me? Fuck me now and I want that cock inside me.”

Her delirious and stern tone makes you anxious as you hurriedly insert your length into her entrance once again and oh—she’s still as tight as ever. Both of you gasp on the sudden spike of pleasure coursing down your veins as you fulfill her request immediately—by fucking her hard and pounding her until her she can’t feel her legs. No more teasing and slow build-ups as you immediately hammer yourself into her glistening cunt, relentless about the pace and not caring if she can’t take it or not—she wanted it rough, anyway. You place both of your hands on her hips, letting you caress and feel those soft mounds you always love and to further fuck her better as the grip and the control now is way better than before. The clashing of bodies resonates a series of sinful sounds that only reverberated around the room, which arouses you further and as well as the wet squelching of each thrust as the cherry on top.

“I s-said, fuck me harder, you piece of sh—I k-know you can do better than this…”

Upon her livid-filled request, you fulfilled it immediately by exerting more effort between your hammering thrusts into her leaking pussy. It's evident how much she's loving this even though her façade says the opposite—and you want to break it and let herself give out to you and you will. The wet squelching has been a common sound beneath your ear as it forms an orchestra of lustfully-composed sounds alongside her sultry moans that pushes you further on the edge. Sakura tries to compress her moans but with this sinful act being unfolded between her legs, it's impossible to really hold back as she fights for the bit of her dominance left.

“G-God, p-pull my hair, pound m-me faster, g-gosh—I know you can do be—”

Her further attempts of being unimpressed was interrupted by a sudden tug of her hair as your hips pursue an onslaught of hammering thrusts that makes Sakura scream your name, her cunt now glistening and leaking way more than before as you're finally getting the grip to make her fall onto submission. Yet you know her, how competitive she is and she's going to put up a fight in order to win and that's her goal, but the grass isn't getting any greener on the other side of victory and you're claiming to dethrone her. 

“God, mommy, y-you're so fucking tight—this pussy just feels to fucking good to be r-real!”

“You love mommy's pussy don't you? No wonder why you're throbbing so much i-inside me—fuck! Just shut the fuck up and pound me. I c-can still feel my legs…”

You nod as you continue the good pounding she always wants as not so long after, she's about to announce her second orgasm of the night.

“God, mommy's gonna c-cum so much! I'm so c-close! I—”

An ear-deafening shrill is all it takes as she gushes onto your cock like a waterfall, every stream staining the bedsheets. You continue to fuck her through her high yet your thrusts are way slower than before, allowing her to recover from her high. 

“Fuck me h-hard, baby. I know you're c-close. I can feel this cock throbbing inside my tight, wet cunt, ready to deposit all inside me.”

You swear to god, her dirty talks are instant buttons to push you onto your long-awaited orgasm and you love it. Thrust after thrust, moans reverberate around the air as within a few more seconds, you savor each moment being inside as the familiar knot onto your loins grows, signaling your near ecstasy.

With a single sentence escaping from Sakura's lips, it's just impossible to hold back—

“Cum for me.”

Ecstatic, blissful and lustful. Isn't it perfect? Yes it is and always it has been.

Unloading every ounce inside Sakura's perfect cunt is a must, so you did just that. Burying your length up to the hilt, you let it all out as series of thick shots of semen gets unloaded inside Sakura's tight cunt, her velvety walls hugging around your cock as she even savors the moment of your hot seed being deposited inside her, and, to no surprise, she loves it. You then pull out of her heated entrance and rest yourself onto the bed, feeling exhausted from a steamy session with this hot Japanese girl that just milked you, yet not enough to drain you entirely.

“God—” Scooping a sample from the semen that dripped out of her cunt, she tasted it and a satisfied hum lets you know that she liked it.

“Now that's not too bad, for you—hmm, I guess…”

For me? Didn't she just scream earlier like her life depended on it? And now, you know that she's trying to piss you off at this rate—not that you're disappointed and confused, yet maybe you are, yet you see this as a competition and you're willing to let her know who's going to be in control now.

“Hey, mommy’s not yet done with you, stay where the fuck you are and be my good little toy for the night.”

“B-But can’t you just let me re—”

“What the fuck did I say?”

“Sorry, mommy.”

Damn, she’s good. And it’s like you’re putting up a fight against that and you won’t, just yet…

Tugging your collar as she brings her herself close to you, she whispers seductively onto your ear, enough to tingle your senses and your eyes to widen as the simple words that came out of her mouth arouses you more than what you could ever expect in seconds, bringing your shaft to be in life again, rock-hard from her actions.

“I want you to pound my ass. I can still feel my legs and make sure that I won’t after we’re done.”

Oh… Fuck. 

Right from the start of your steamy sessions, she’s been talking about anal sex and you know that she’s into something like that yet, right at this moment, it feels like it’s way hotter than what it should be considering how dominant she is right now. Maybe it’s because of that or her just being vocal about it? Nevertheless, the thought of pounding Sakura’s puckered hole and gaping it open is an arousing sight and just by thinking of it can send you into overdrive—moreover, the drive of lust and the will to fuck her until you’ve fully deposited everything inside her tight asshole.

Letting your hands handle the side of your hips for stability, you didn't just go idle as you rub your cock into the rim of her puckered hole, making her squirm in the sudden spike of pleasure. You then spread your precum onto her hole, lathering it with the colorless liquid as not so long after, your fingers tease her ass as its only motive is to pry it open, make it gaped enough for the ease to pound her into oblivion.

“You're not fucking my ass without some lube, idiot. Go get the bottle from the cabinet near my desk.”

Yeah, and you're about to do that after you're done teasing her—yet, you said to yourself that she's maybe not liking you being a tease at this moment and prefers the real thing up in her ass, already. You would rather not answer her back for the flames not to worsen so you did just follow what she wanted and got the bottle of lube from the cabinet.

“Good. Now lather your cock with it. I wanna see your cock glisten among the ligh—”

A shocking squeal escapes her mouth as you shove the tip of the bottle from her puckered hole and her expressions changing within a millisecond once you squeezed the bottle as numerous amount of lube is being distributed inside her ass, making her moan in pleasure yet she still found it rather perplexed with how the cold liquid felt inside her snug asshole.

“W-What the fuck was that? Shit—it's so cold and weird yet it felt good but, what is th—ahh!”

A moan elicits from her as betweenher ragged breaths are her hard grip from the bed sheets as the sudden spike of pleasure was way too much to handle—and at this moment, she's nowhere near evincing a faux demeanor but rather, such expressions of lust and need, and, even though you can't see it, you can feel that she's genuine on what she's feeling. With how well-lubed the insides of her ass are, you’re not going to waste any time to shove your length in it and you did just that. You struggle to insert a few inches inside considering how incredibly tight the opening of her twitching hole is. You groan in pain and pleasure as you now manage to insert half of your raging length into it and thank god, you lubed her inside well and it wasn’t a pain thrusting into her snug walls. Your thrusts are slow and leisurely pleasurable and you want to really build up the pace from time to time yet Sakura didn’t like your thought of that.

“Enough of that slow stuff. Go and pound my ass harder than what you did in my pussy!”

As much as you wanna tease her, you can't help but feel the need of her walls enveloping your thick shaft as you pound her with a relentless pace. The feeling is mutual—you want her as much as she wants you, and you can't wait to bring an onslaught of thrusts inside her gaping hole.

“Oh god—yes! Pound me just like that! Don't y-you love how my walls clench around your shaft? Like how tight I am, hm?”

“I like h-how fucking tight you are, mommy—I really do. You make me feel so good—argh!”

Even though Sakura may feel a little flummoxed on how everything unfolded so fast, she can’t help but still feel so good as every thrust you did inside her sends shivers of pleasure up in her spine. You hammer into her tight asshole without any care, with abandon as she buries her face into the sheets as the gratification is way too much yet she always liked it no matter what. You pound her ass like there’s no tomorrow, balls deep in every thrust you do as it’s so hard that the wet claps of your balls onto her glistening cunt can be heard, as well as the clashing of your bodies. You can tell how good she’s feeling right now, considering the fact that she’s sneakily fingering her cunt in tandem with every thrust you make and the sight is just arousing as fuck. The lewd scene could not be any better and even with her muffled, compressed moans (thanks to herself burying her head onto the mattress), you could tell that she’s enjoying this as much as you do.

“N-Now, Kkura, look how you’re leaking from getting your ass fucked. You’ve thought of this multiple times, don’t you? You’re done being in control right now—because I have the high ground now, do you understand?”

Only a muffled scream can be heard as you deliver hard thrusts and harsh spanks onto her pristine, bubble butt. You wanted an answer—no, you demanded an answer immediately from her. So, without a time to waste, you pull her hair as her muffled moans are now clearly audible and ask her once again.

“I said, do you understand, Kkura?”

Silence emanates yet the wet clashing of bodies ensues, reverberating around the bedroom. If she’s playing tough and stubborn, then you’ll gladly play the game she's in.

“I said, do you fucking understand me, Kkura?!?”

“Y-Yes, daddy.”

“G-Good girl—oh fuck, Kkura! Your ass feels so good! God—I love fucking this ass, do you know that? I swear to god, if I have all the time on the world, I would literally spend hours fucking your ass.”

“Daddy—gahh! Too good! Too good! Please keep fucking me daddy—I’m going to cum so soon too!”

“Then cum for me, Kkura.”

With rough, hammering thrusts comes with a fast pace of fingering her pussy and with orgasm being chased, you wanted to help her out reach her high faster. You give her the last hammering thrusts she deserved as a blissful scream of ecstasy resonates around the room, announcing her peaked high as she squirts all over the bedsheets.

“Gosh—I—cumming, daddy! F-Fuck!!”

You didn't give her some time to recover as you resumed your frantic thrusts inside her snug hole, chasing your orgasm too as a pleading voice can be heard.

“Please c-cum, daddy. I know you're c-close too so please, j-just cum, anywhere you want…”

Even though with the fire she ignited earlier, you can't help but fulfill her desires as surprisingly, you pulled out of her tight hole, wanting to cum somewhere else that she would love.

“Get on your knees for me, Kkura. I wanna blow my load all over your pretty face.”

She obliges your command as she lewdly sticks her tongue out, anticipating your thick load that will cover the entirety of her face and with the furious strokes you're making, you can't hold on much longer as you wanted to be.

“F-Fuck, Kkura! Stick your tongue just like that! Gosh, you're so fucking hot—I'm c-cumming!!!”

A blissful, overpowering drive of lust can be felt as your reservoir breaks loose, unloading all of your semen on Sakura's enticingly seductive face as per thick shots of it, gains a hurried flinch from her by how much you're covering her. She tried to catch it all with her tongue but was deemed unsuccessful because of how much you've unloaded almost everything onto her: her face, nose, chin, lips and her forehead full of your pearly white cum.

“Fuck—it feels so warm, and so—d-delicious, daddy!”

You smiled faintly out of content yet you're still not done with her because you want to ruin her and you absolutely would.

“Do you think I'm still done with you, Kkura?”

You grip both of her arms as you face her, your lust-ignited eyes demanding an answer escaping on those lips from hers.

“N-No?”

“That's right. I'm still not done with you. Now relax yourself, alright?.”

She quickly obliges as she wails in pleasure once you've brushed the tip of your cock onto her clit, making her weak on her knees and moaning profusely.

“Daddy—ahhh! Be gentle for me, just for now—I still feel so sensitive—”

“You don't get to say what I'll do, Kkura. Also, don't fucking worry, it won't be in your pussy.”

Catching her off-guard, you quickly shoved your length into her puckered hole again as you two moaned in unison—you moaned and groaned on how tight she still is, considering how much you've opened her from your harsh poundings from earlier.

“Gosh, Kkura—you're still tight as fuck.”

“And y-you're so big inside me, daddy! Pound me again!”

You really thank Sakura for squirting earlier as her nectar helps with the lubrication—other than the lube, of course—as it drips towards her puckered hole. You didn't get her a chance to prepare herself as you started off with harsh and frantic thrusts, sending ripples down her bubble butt as you pound her with abandon. With the clashing of bodies, you can’t help but moan in ecstasy as the scene is too fucking hot and it’s not hotter as both your lips clash onto each other. You kiss her with fervor that hasn’t been seen before, devouring her like it’s your last meal and getting the awkward taste of your own seed is surprisingly making the scene hotter.

“F-Fuck, daddy. You kissed me so good and don’t you like the taste of your own cum?”

“Well, it’s a bit weird but I never thought I'd taste this sweet.”

You indulge into another blissful kiss with her, locking tongues and exchanging breaths is what made the hottest scene in the bedroom, maybe even way more scorching hot than anything you’ve done with Sakura. You pull onto her once again as you resume your frantic thrusts into her asshole, sending shivers down your spine on how well the pleasure is being delivered.

“Oh god—daddy! You fuck me so well! So so well—fuckk!!”

The same symphony of lewd moans can be heard all over again, and it’s the kind of music you want to listen to apart from their biggest hits. Maybe, in a way, you’ve helped Sakura to improve her vocals by how much you’ve made her scream, reach the highest of notes and how much she has taken you down her throat. 

As the frantic hammering ensues comes her melodic moans that ignites the lust inside you to keep going, not minding how sensitive you are as your only aim is to cream both of her holes and to watch how beautiful she can get after all of this. You slowed down your thrusts for a moment and pulled out right after, as you wanted to do something that Sakura will also love.

“Turn around for me, Kkura. I wanna pound you from behind.”

Again, she obliges immediately as she pounced on the bed with her ass up, ready for another set of harsh poundings. It’s still surprising how her legs are still functioning at this very moment but all you can say is that, you’ll pound her into oblivion to the point that she can’t walk until tomorrow and God knows where she’ll get an excuse to his manager on why she can’t be participating in further activities. Without any time to waste, you insert into her snug hole once again as you’re met with the tight hugging of her walls as you resume the onslaught of thrusts while spanking her pearly-white, bubble butt until it’s red from your handprints and your other hand pulling her hair, making a makeshift ponytail and in order to hear the plethora of moans .

“Is this what you’ve wanted a-all along, huh? To be fucked like an animal, especially in this tight ass? Don’t you f-fucking worry Kkura, you won’t gonna walk until tomorrow on how much I’m gonna pound you—oh! Use you, like a toy and you’re going to make a convincing excuse to your members and to your manager on why you suddenly can’t walk. Hah—you fucking slut—what a slut for my cock. Don’t worry, this w-will be anything you can ask for, Kkura and you’ll forever know that I’m yours and you’re all mine, do you understand?”

“Y-Yes daddy—ahhh! Please keep fucking me! I d-don’t care anymore—j-just explode in me!”

Really surprising—you whisper upon yourself as it is indeed surprising on how she can still articulate such words even though she’s being fucked like an animal—thrusts with its only aim is to rearrange her guts and ruin her, ultimately. You wished this won’t end but it soon will be, as you can feel the familiar knot in your loins, signaling your near orgasmic peak. You then give her ass the pounding it deserves as you bury the entirety of your shaft inside her asshole, filling her up to the hilt.

“I’m going to fucking c-cum, Sakura! I’m—cum—”

Your vision darkens as your tips spurt thick shots of cum inside her ass, her walls clenching hard around your shaft as the feeling of filling her ass is way too much to handle. The creampie wasn’t as good as the first one you did inside her pussy, but surely, this amount is enough for the both of you. You then lay down on the bed as the exhaustion comes in, exasperated breaths escaping your mouth as so does Sakura. You then take a look at her holes, fully creampied by you as the conglomeration of both your liquids can be seen on both snug holes. The earlier cacophony of moan, groans and screams are now filled with faint breaths as both bodies are exasperated from the earlier wild session.

“It feels—hahh… So—warm… God, y-you fucked me good and I—can’t feel my legs…”

Sakura then looks at you as you look back to her, exchanging smiles as Sakura leans closer to you, her disheveled hair all over her face but you can’t deny how beautiful she still looks even though she’s completely ruined.

“I’m—sorry about my earlier attitude… I didn’t r-really mean to sulk like that…”

You then caress her hair, fixing her messed up, cum-filled face to be in touch with her, better.

“It’s alright Kkura. I was just scared earlier and just next time, don’t be that oppressive, okay? I just talked with Chaewon and I’m pretty sorry that I didn’t really divert my attention towards you.”

“No, it’s clearly my fault. I’ll be a better girl, I swear.”, Sakura smiles in reassurance, but with a doubt that you’re still feeling that hint of disappointment so, she ensures something with you. “So, would you forgive me?”

Your eyes glistens upon the dim light as you maintain eye contact with her, uttering the next words that will sure make Sakura smile in delight.

“I do. I forgive you, Kkura…”

You then latch onto her lips one more time as all you can feel is love, and only that at this very moment.

“Wait—would you uhh… Help me clean up? I don’t think my legs are functioning right n-now.”

“Oh yeah, sure.”

You then rose up to the bed and helped Sakura by lifting her and assisting her to walk with your arm all over her shoulders.

“Well, you wanna shower with me?”

You’re just glad that you had clothes on your bag to spare for yourself—“Yeah, why not, Kkura.”

Well, this was a night to remember—and probably, good luck explaining the mess that happened in Sakura’s bedroom to the rest of the members, especially the leader, Kim Chaewon—

Kimssammu on 21:15 - “I want my turn next, anytime, Oppa… ;)”

But how did she know—

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[whatudowhennooneseesyou]

Hi beautiful, I hope your day is going well😽

So I have some 18+ ateez questions/hard thoughts if you’ll indulge me.

I’ll start with mingi since he’s my bias lol.

Switch but sub leaning mg yes?

Soooo….. my question for you is, what do you think it’ll take to get dom mg? I personally don’t think jealousy, I think he’s too soft for that.😅

I see him getting whiny and feeling heavy hearted if let’s say, his partner was to flirt with others to get a rise out of him. Rather than getting possessive and that let me remind you who you belong to energy. I feel 50/50 about teasing I think teasing him may bring out his dom side but then again it could also bring out his needy subby side…

Of course you could just ask him straight out to take charge but that doesn’t exactly equate to being dominant… I don’t think when he doms he’ll be a hard dom at all, more of a soft dom is what I think. But how would you achieve that side of him because I definitely think he has a more assertive/dom side to him but again how? what will get him to show that side, and what do you think that side would be like.

Moving onto hwa, my bias wrecker.

100% care giver energy.

with that being said do you think he’d like being taken care of and prioritized the way he would do his partner. In a non s and s context.

In a more s context do you think he’d allow himself to just enjoy whatever his partner has in store for him without reciprocating at all?

I personally don’t think so, but I’d love to hear your thoughts on it. I personally think he’d get the most pleasure from pleasing his partner in any way more than anything.

Of course I don’t think he’d hate being taken care of, I just think he’d rather be the one taking care of his partner than the other way around in general..

(Only two members because I don’t want to overwhelm you with a super long ask..)

Oooh okay so I'm on the train and I have pushed this aside so I can finally give this ask the detail and validation it deserves because these make AMAZING points and insight!

Disclaimer: These are just my thoughts, don't take it too seriously.

Why is Mingi your bias? I love learning about why ppl bias certain members and their reasoning behind it.

In my mind, Mingi is a switch with a sub leaning and I honestly do feel him getting jealous and/or possessive would flip that switch into dom!mingi territory.

The thing about Mingi though is he's a smart man and he'll figure out probably whether you're flirting with others to get a rile out of him and pls the man is a Leo sun-

So I think the chances of him flirting with another girl out of spite is more likely because the man is needy but he can also be BRATTY too.

I honestly think he has more brat tendencies in him than Wooyoung but he just hides it better.

However- I will also say that another way for him to flip into dom!mingi is maybe after a fight where he knows you're upset OR if you're feeling insecure about an aspect of the relationship.

He's the ultimate care-giver/ pleasure switch so omg you don't think he loves you enough? What has he not been doing right??

And so I feel this would push him into a headspace of seeking control as a means to 'prove himself' by being dominant and worshipping you...but still in a needy, soft-hearted way.

'My baby feels good yeah? I know you do but I want to hear you say it, it makes me so hard when I hear you hear you say it'

Ooh okay so Hwa is definitely living with that care-giver complex but he definitely needs some reciprocation and I can attest to this because I'm like an Aries stellium like him.

He's an Aries Mars and what makes them harder than a brick is FEELING DESIRED!!! They need to know you want this as bad as they do!!

It's a big reason why he becomes a different person on stage because when he's performing and he can feel the audience consumed by his presence-

Oh honey it unlocks a desire in him that's almost primal.

It's why a lot of ppl are like 'why is Seonghwa still performing after his grandfather has passed?'

And it's because the adrenaline/testosterone/dopamine effect he has whilst performing is helping him grieve and process those feelings- us Aries work well under pressure for a reason.

So yes while I feel he still prefers to give rather than receive, he has to feel like your desire and needs are matching his in the moment.

So, I do feel in moments of vulnerability that he would let you take care of him and can just lay back and just receive- he would probably have to reciprocate like a day later or so.

But sex is an important love language for him so he'd use anything as an excuse to be intimate.

You could buy him a lego set he's been anxiously anticipating for and he would say thank you by wanting to rock your world-

He's an Aries Mars after all so he prefers quickies and short sessions to an endless round of love-making.

So in summary, Seonghwa is more of an attention-whore than most people expect.

'Did you see Mommy up on stage my precious, little star mmmh?? How wet did I make you??? Is your cunt all needy because of me?'

Feel free to send in more thoughts about the other members, it'll just take awhile for me to respond haha