#i’m sorry if my responses are slow atm

[ask-shane]

Now that you have opened asks permanently how many asks do you have in your inbox chicken man?

(Also mod, I hope you're doing well, thank you for making the asks open!)

yeah, we’re cooked.

- shane (& dawn)

[haetrack]

i read no clue before i went to bed last night so ur responsible for the dream i woke up to about mark and now i have to share 🫡

mark’s never been more grateful for the giant vanity table in ur bedroom. the large mirror showing him a perfect view of ur face, scrunched up in pleasure as he’s buried in u from behind. the sound of skin slapping echoing through the room, layered over the sounds of ur moans. the table shakes with every thrust, his hands grabbing onto ur hips hard enough, ur sure it’ll leave bruises.

he burrows his face in ur neck, kissing and sucking up to ur jawline. he watches ur reflection as one of his hands leave ur hips to move to grope ur chest, squeezing ur hardened nipples. the whine it draws out of u, makes his cock twitch inside of u. “mark, please. u make me feel so good,” u whisper.

“yeah?” he mutters under a heavy breath. his hand slides down to press against ur clit, rubbing circles with the amount of pressure he’s perfected over all these times with u. his name slips out of u in a loud moan at the sudden stimulation of ur clit. he revels in the sheer mix of desperation and pleasure forming on ur face.

he presses a light kiss on ur cheek before pulling his chest away from ur back. he can tell u were so close, how could he not help his girl finish?

he pushes ur body further down onto the table, making sure to still be able to see ur face in the mirror. his hand pressing down on the hollow of ur back to keep u in place. he pulls himself out of u almost all the way, before slamming his hips into u harshly. a curse leaves ur lips, as he repeats the motion, each time getting faster and faster. ur fucked out expression encouraging him to go harder. he knows ur orgasm is near when u start clenching around him with every single thrust, sucking him in so well. angling himself to go even deeper inside of u, his cock fucking u so good that u come with his name leaving ur lips like a mantra.

the feeling of ur warm orgasm surrounding him makes him pick up his pace even more, desperate to chase his own high. it didnt take long for him to follow suit, one more look at ur pretty face, combined with the whines emanating due to the overstimulation of him still fucking into u causes his hips to stutter, shooting his cum inside u. the feeling of u being so full of him, and both of ur orgasms engulfing him.

pulling ur body back up off the table, he leans forward to exchange soft, slow kisses while u both tried to catch ur breathes. u break up the kiss, and whine in annoyance, “dude, ur gonna have to clean this up because i’m not doing it” gesturing to the mess of ur table, a few of ur collectible figurines had fallen to their side along with some makeup products that were now on the floor. mark laughs and rolls his eyes playfully before grabbing ur face to his again.

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ANYWAY NO CLUE WAS SO GOOD LIKE WHY WAS I GETTING SHY AND GIGGLY FOR HIM LMAO. girl ur gonna make me through it with all these mark posts im catching up on. like im so sorry haechan i swear i still love u but atm i love mark more

- 🌱

YOU CANT DO THIS TO ME... I WONT BE ABLE TO HIDE MY FEELINGS FOR MARK ANYMORE... he needs me so bad... haechan go wait in the corner for a bit

just imagining him standing behind you one day watching you get ready for the little date you both are about to have. he's smiling at you, liking how calm it is as you get ready, how pretty your concentrated face looks. then there's all the little collectibles on your table, all these memories from your life, and newly framed pictures of you and mark together. he's happy to be a part of your life, smiling at the reflection of the two of you in the mirror.

he doesn't know how, but his mind wanders a bit. he wonders if he could just put his hand on your back, bend you down a little, put his hips flush to your ass, grinding into you. he bites his lip, squirming a bit as he watches you. he realizes he'd be able to see everything, how your face looks as he fucks you, how your body reacts to him. his hands are itching to reach over to you, but you call out his name, smiling as you see his pink cheeks.

and you know him so well, which would eventually lead to fucking on your vanity :)

[darkficsyouneveraskedfor]

Second Chance 3

Warnings: non/dubcon, and other dark elements. My username actually says you never asked for any of this.

My warnings are not exhaustive but be aware this is a dark fic and may include potentially triggering topics. Please use your common sense when consuming content. I am not responsible for your decisions.

Characters: Jonathan Pine

Summary: You move into your parents’ house as you try to rebuild your life, catching the attention of someone you never expected.

Part of the Brother’s Best Friend Universe

As usual, I would appreciate any and all feedback. I’m happy to once more go on this adventure with all of you! Thank you in advance for your comments and for reblogging.

You could say it’s Jonathan who convinced you to walk into that bar but it didn’t really take much. Anything to delay your return home is welcome. You’re grateful to your parents for taking you in, yet you can’t help but feel a little dejected all the same. You didn’t exactly return home to fanfare. 

Jonathan holds the door and you give him a look. He acts as if he doesn’t notice but you catch the glint of his blue eyes. 

“Why don’t you grab a seat and I’ll get the drinks?” He offers, “if I recall, you were a fan of Grey Goose–” 

“Oh god no, I can’t handle the headache,” you snort. 

“Ah, I see you’ve converted, pint?” He insists, 

“A glass of wine will do,” you insist, “riesling or sauvignon.” 

“Sophisticated,” he muses. 

“Relax, I usually get it in a box.” 

He smirks and turns towards the bar. You look around and claim a table against the wall, just beneath a vintage show poster for some long forgotten band. You sit and place your purse against the wooden paneling. 

You circle your thumb around your fingertip as you stare at the table. The finish is worn and a few slivers are missing along the edge. What are you doing here? Not just at this table in this bar, but in this town. You always said you would never come back. Now look at you. 

Embarrassment tendrils up your neck. You remember how loudly you proclaimed that very sentiment, every day since you turned sixteen. To the very man you came in here with. 

Jonathan finds you before you can descend too quickly into self-pity. He sits and puts a stemmed glass in front of you, a tall dark pint for himself. You reach for your purse. 

“How much do I owe you? There’s an ATM–” 

“My treat, as a congratulations.” 

You scrunch your lips then quickly slacken them, recalling how it deepens the lines around them, “what are you up to?” 

“I can’t be happy for you.” 

“Please, it’s been a long time but things haven’t changed that much.” 

“I have,” he insists, his voice deepening to a note that catches you offguard. You hide the slow realisation as it dawns; he is far from the stringy teen or the obnoxious coed… he’s a man and yet you don’t feel much different than that lost sixteen year old with the chip on her shoulder. 

“Did I never apologise for that molasses incident?” 

“Incident? Don’t try to act innocent,” you laugh. The first time you’ve truly done so in months. Looking back, those years weren’t as bad as they felt as you lived them. “I still can’t stand the smell.” 

He smirks and guiltily looks down at the table, “I was a little bastard.” 

“So you say but I still don’t hear an apology,” you chide, “it is what it is. It was years ago.” 

“Well, if it counts for anything, I do regret it,” he meets your eye. 

“If that’s your biggest regret then I think you’re doing just fine.” 

“Definitely not the biggest,” he lifts his glass and holds it out, “cheers to you.” 

You hesitate but clink the wine glass against the tall pint. You drink nearly half the glass before you remember to stop. You haven’t drank since the night it all imploded. You mad a point of it. Plus, your mother locked her wine away. 

You put the glass down and turn it slowly by its base, “sorry, I’m not much fun. I’m sure Jaydon will be up for some drinks later. You could even break out the beer pong.” 

“What do you mean?” 

Your mouth pinches again. 

“Why do you keep looking at me like that?” He asks. 

“Molasses…” you mutter. 

He laughs and shakes his head, “I will forever atone for that one,” he sits back, his hand against the side of his glass, “you don’t realise, you were always the cool older sister.” 

“Please,” you roll your eyes. 

“You were. Jaydon is Jaydon. He can’t see beyond his own nose but… well, I’m an only child, I didn’t have anyone to scare away my bullies.” 

“Yeah, well, as much as I could smack Jaydon myself, that idiot was a bit obsessed, wasn’t he?” 

He tilts his head, “he has no idea how lucky he is. None of them do.” 

“Alright, Jonathan, I can’t take any more. I didn't come for a pity party.” 

“That’s not what this is.” 

“You know.” 

“I know?” He wonders. 

“I’m not stupid. I’m pathetic, sure. I hear my mother telling all her friends on the phone. I’m sure you’ve heard everything. It’s shitty. I lost my boyfriend and my job and my overpriced apartment and now I’m back here. And you and Jaydon have lives to go back to,” you gulp and raise your glass, swallow down the wine with your bubbling emotions, “I don’t need any more reminders.” 

He watches you put down the empty glass. He stares at it before he looks you in the face, “I’ve heard what they have to say but it doesn’t mean I believe them. It’s hearsay.” 

“It’s what happened. I am not the cool older sister, I’m the fuck up.” 

He leans forward and slowly reaches for your wine glass, “and what have you heard about me, hm? How do you know I haven’t fucked up?” 

You look at him and gesture emphatically, “come on.” 

“I’ll take that as a compliment,” he stands, “and pay you back with another glass.” 

Before you can argue, he’s on his way to the bar. The tinge of wine sticks to your tongue as you watch his confident march. As you examine the way the fabric of his button down strains between his shoulders blades, you blanch. You turn straight and once more lower your eyes to the table. 

No. No. It’s Jonathan. It’s your brother’s friend. It’s that skinny, reedy kid who drove you insane. You’re just lost. You’re not thinking straight. You're fresh off heartbreak, you’re not even through it. You don’t want him, you just don’t want to be alone. 

He returns and you clear your throat, fixing your posture as you smile at him. He sets a full glass in front of you. Once more, your hand is on your purse, “alright, you have to let me get this one.” 

“You can buy my next pint,” he gives a slanted grin, “I must warn you, I’m rather easy once I see the bottom of the glass.” 

You laugh, “be careful.” 

“Oh, you don’t need to worry about me, darling,” the last word flutters through you, “I’ve grown, I can handle myself.” He takes his glass again and hovers it before his lips as his winks, “and you.” 

[cetaitlaverite]

Anything to Anywhere

Masters of the Air - Bucky Egan x OC

coming to you from rome, italy atm!!! im away travelling so sorry for slow updates and thanks for your patience. all the loveeeee <3 (masterlist is here)

11. Connected by A Thread

Glenn Dye was the first pilot to hit twenty-five missions flown at Thorpe Abbotts. As such, the party thrown in his and his crew’s honour the evening he returned was monumental. Some of the other airmen had decorated the officers’ club for the occasion with various B-17- and American-themed decorations, and Stella was sure she’d never seen the club so full of people.

Along with what seemed like everyone who worked on base, locals from the village and land girls had come along to join in the fun. By the time Stella and Alice got there, the dance floor was already full of couples and every table was taken. There were no free chairs, was hardly any free space at the bar, and cheers erupting from each corner of the room intermittently.

Stella’s eyes swept the crowd in search of familiar faces.

Jessop emerged from it with a pint of beer in his hand and a grin on his face. “What time d’you call this?” he asked as he picked his way over to the two of them.

“Fashionably late,” Alice replied without missing a beat. “Where’s Dye? It seems rude not to congratulate him.”

“Table over there,” Jessop informed her, gesturing with his thumb over his shoulder. “Your boyfriend’s over there, too, Fin,” he added with a smile that betrayed he was expecting the wallop which met his shoulder as soon as he’d finished speaking.

“Not my boyfriend,” Stella all but growled.

Alice laughed. “One day you’ll wake up and you’ll realise you’re in love. Then what will you do?”

Stella scoffed. “I will most certainly not be falling in love with John Egan, thanks very much, so I don’t have to worry.”

“Does he know that?”

Stella rolled her eyes and didn’t dignify that with a response. “I’m getting a drink. Tell Dye congratulations from me.”

“Come tell him yourself,” Alice said. Now she was frowning.

“I’ll tell him later.”

“Tell him now.”

“Alice,” Stella said, shooting her a look. “I said I’ll tell him later.” Already she was exhausted by this night. So many people, so much noise. It was hot in here, too. Her hair felt heavy on the back of her neck, her jacket felt itchy, and her feet were sweating in her shoes. Something was tight in her chest, too, and heavy in her stomach. Something just felt off.

“You alright, Fin?” Jessop asked. His smile was fading all of a sudden as he searched her face for an explanation for her standoffishness.

Stella only brushed him aside. “I’m fine. I’m getting a drink.” But she didn’t go and get a drink; when she got to the bar she skirted around it and disappeared into the crowd, then headed for the door and pushed out into the quiet of late evening.

It was as bright outside as if it was three in the afternoon. The double daylight savings were still so difficult to get used to. But the blackout meant they had no streetlights on when it got dark, so Stella counted herself lucky that she could, at least, see. She moved out of the way of the door then paced forwards a few steps into the grass. In one smooth movement she folded herself down to the floor, her knees tucked up into her chest and her ankles crossed. She wrapped her arms around her legs and rested her chin on her knees, sighing as her eyelids fell closed.

It was bizarre, she thought, that she’d spent all day reminding herself that when she got into the club Curt wouldn’t be there to make sure she didn’t feel the shock of it, but she’d felt it all the same. Seeing John and Buck together, surrounded by their various friends, and Curt nowhere to be found was too jarring. Seeing so many other familiar faces as the replacement crews filled their spaces was sobering, like being spontaneously dunked into ice cold water.

How could everyone celebrate one crew going home when so many never would?

Stella didn’t know Glenn Dye. She didn’t care about him. She was happy for him and for his crew but he was someone she only knew in passing. Why did he get to live and go home and become an instructor, grow up and get married and raise babies, but one of the people she cared about didn’t? Why was it always the ones who mattered to Stella who drew the short straw and the ones who didn’t who ended up unscathed?

For the first time in a long time, Stella longed for home. For the comforting chaos of so many people being squashed into one small room, instead of the disorienting chaos of the officers’ club. She longed for Will’s arms around her and Harry’s jokes, for Arthur’s boring stories and George’s incredible ones.

She longed for a lot of things, really, which had been taken from her. So many things that she’d taken for granted, had assumed were due to her, were gone. And she could meet new people and try to make new friends but they would likely be taken from her, too, because that was what war was, what war did. She had no more right to the safety of her loved ones than anyone else did.

When someone ambled across the grass behind her and came to a stop just shy of right beside her, Stella assumed it was John. He had a talent for always knowing where she was. She had the same talent for him, she knew, but she didn’t like to admit it because that would mean admitting that she actively sought him out.

But it wasn’t John. When Stella looked up, her mouth open and ready to make some stupid comment, she found herself looking up at Buck.

His head was tipped back as he considered the stars, his hands at his sides and his posture formal even though it was just the two of them out here.

Stella watched him for a few moments. She knew he could feel her eyes on him because his hands started to twitch, like all of a sudden he was overly conscious of them and not sure what to do with them.

Tentatively, she offered a smile. “Seeking refuge, too?” she asked quietly.

Buck glanced down at her with a small, almost amused smile. “How’d you guess?” he asked.

Stella shrugged, resting her chin back on her knees, turning her eyes back on the expanse of grass in front of her so that he didn’t feel too observed. “I think we’re different in a lot of ways, Buck,” she replied, “but I think we’re similar in some big ones, too.”

Buck breathed a laugh. Stella imagined him trying to work out how she’d come to such a conclusion. On the surface, it was much easier to compare her to John; both of them talked a lot, had fiery personalities, and clung to people they liked. Both of them were confident in their own abilities and somewhat loud about them, too.

But Stella had recognised parts of her innermost self in Buck. He was a good leader and the men revered him, but he didn’t like the eyes and he didn’t like the crowds. He was at his most content when he was with John and Curt alone, when people weren’t looking to him for answers or for guidance. And, just like her, she sensed there was something in him which didn’t think himself quite worthy of John and his attention. Stella knew John had singled him out in training and plastered himself to his side, had given him a nickname which was similar to his own and given Buck no real choice in his friendship. John had done much the same with her. And just as she couldn’t understand it, his reasons for doing so or for his perseverance, she got the feeling Buck couldn’t, either. They were two peas in a pod that way, connected by a thread they weren’t sure they deserved to be bound to.

Buck didn’t make any comments on the contrary. He just shrugged, made a noncommittal sound in the back of his throat which may have been construed as agreement, and kept on staring at the stars.

Stella was content to sit with him in silence for a little while, but some time later she found herself bored. “John was telling me you’ve got a girlfriend back in the States,” she spoke up when she could bear the quiet no longer. “Will you tell me about her?”

Buck looked down at Stella with an expression which revealed he was at least mildly surprised by her inquiry, but he didn’t hesitate for long. Burying his hands in his pockets, he smiled to himself as he said, “Marge,” in a dreamy sort of way, like even just the sound of her name took him to an entirely different place. A moment later his eyes returned to Stella’s and he added, “Her name’s Marge.”

“John says he met her.”

Buck smiled again. “He did. She tried to set him up with one of her friends but it didn’t work out.”

“Because he wasn’t looking for commitment,” Stella surmised.

Buck shrugged, not to indicate that he didn’t know but to indicate that he wasn’t going to comment on the nature of John’s relationship to another woman.

“What’s your favourite thing about Marge?” Stella asked next, taking the hint.

Again, Buck was smiling that dreamy smile, his eyes set into the middle distance as his mind left the present moment and retreated to a happier one. “Her warmth,” he replied after a while. Stella got the impression he’d known the answer immediately, he’d just taken some time to revel in it before he’d shared it. “Her smile lights up the whole room. Every time she turns that smile on you you feel like the most important person in the world.”

Stella smiled as she watched him talk. “Maybe that’s just because to her you are the most important person in the world,” she ventured. “Maybe she reserves that smile just for you and you don’t know it because she can’t help but give it to you.”

Buck’s expression was quizzical as he looked down at her. He arched one eyebrow only slightly at her but it was enough to make her laugh.

“I’m a secret romantic,” Stella confessed, giggling to herself. “Don’t tell anyone, much less John, but I read a lot of romance books.”

“You don’t seem like the type,” Buck mused as he finally settled himself into the grass beside her.

“Because I’m so dark and mysterious?” Stella guessed, grinning.

“Because you keep rejecting Bucky,” Buck said.

Stella scoffed. “He hasn’t tried it on with me a single time, not really. When I thought he was it was only me jumping to conclusions. He’s feeding you fibs if he’s told you I’ve ever rejected him.”

Both of Buck’s eyebrows were raised now, the twist in his mouth amused, but he didn’t say anything.

Stella scoffed once more and looked ahead of her, because that expression on his face said more than his words would have needed to.

“How did you meet Marge?” she asked, because she’d started this conversation about him, not about her.

He set the scene for her and took his time painting the picture of the first time he’d met Marge while in his junior year of college. He spoke of her with so much reverence, with a small smile and a brightness in his eyes which was usually reserved for when he was watching John do something stupid to entertain him. He spoke at length about how their relationship had developed up to now and by the time he was finished Stella felt like she’d fallen in love with Marge right along with him.

“It must be hard to be away from her,” she said softly once Buck had finished his story. “I’m sad for you.”

Buck looked back at her carefully before giving her a small smile, as though he could tell she was being earnest. She’d never spoken to him one-on-one like this, much less for so long or about such personal things, but she could see what John saw in him; he was an easy person to be your truest self with.

“Yeah,” he said at last. “It’s hard. But she writes amazing letters. ‘M counting down the days until I can get back to her.”

Stella smiled. “I bet.”

“There you two are!” John exclaimed from the doorway to the club, light and sound from the room beyond spilling outside before he let the door fall closed with a bang. “What, you hosting a party and I’m not invited? My two best friends are leaving me for each other?”

“Bucky,” Buck said with a shake of his head, but there was a fond smile playing on his lips.

Stella said nothing, because he’d called her his best friend. After Curt, she supposed she was the only other close friend he had. She’d been wrong when she’d been in the infirmary, when she’d talked about the two of them being opposites, about John being the kind of person people gravitated towards. Now that she was edging closer to him she could see that wasn’t true. The other men looked up to him, just like they looked up to Buck, but whereas the distance between them and Buck was because they’d placed him on a pedestal and created in him some kind of deity, in John they’d created some kind of ticking time bomb, a live wire; to them, he was fun to observe, great to know because of the stories you could tell about him, but better off keeping your distance from. The other men liked to know of him but they didn’t like to know him, not really. And now that Curt wasn’t around, that was one less person who wanted to.

Stella wanted to.

It was only really now, hearing him call her one of his best friends, seeing him ambling towards the two of them, already halfway drunk but smiley and affectionate and fond instead of rowdy and aggressive, as she’d known drunkenness to be, that she could acknowledge how much she wanted to know him. She wanted to know him an awful lot.

“No party out here,” Stella said quietly, fiddling with the sleeves of her uniform jacket. “We were actually fleeing from the party in there.”

“Ain’t no party in there while you’re out here, Stels,” John replied without missing a beat. He was wearing a wide grin which she’d once thought was stupid, because he looked much too pleased with himself, but now thought was familiar and reassuring and safe. That grin was directed at her because she was wanted, her company and her thoughts. That grin was directed at her because he was glad she was around and glad to share his thoughts with her.

“Have you met any of the new pilots yet?” she asked to prevent having to reply.

John’s grin faded a little bit. “No,” he said decisively, straightening out his posture like he’d been chastised. “Actually, that’s why I came out here. Looking for you, Buck - Rosenthal and Nash are in there, thought we oughta introduce ourselves.”

“Right,” Buck agreed. His reluctance to return to the party wasn’t lost on Stella and nor, she was sure, was it lost on John.

“Alice really fancies Rosenthal,” Stella said before she could stop herself, a last ditch attempt to prolong the conversation. Once they went back inside she’d be left on her own, after all, and then what would she do?

John’s smile grew again. “She does?”

“Don’t tell her I told you,” Stella insisted immediately. “Rosenthal already knows - she’s not exactly subtle - but if she thinks you know just tell her it’s because she’s obvious.”

“I can set her up,” John said.

Stella laughed. “She doesn’t need the help, I don’t think. Why did you never go for her, anyway? I would’ve thought she’d be exactly your type.”

John’s smile faded.

Buck coughed awkwardly.

Distantly, Stella acknowledged she’d just put her foot in it. She wasn’t so naïve as to not acknowledge the change in the air.

When John didn’t reply, just set his eyes on some spot in the distance Stella couldn’t find anything particularly remarkable about, Buck coughed into his fist again. “Maybe we should get back in there,” he said, planting his hands in the grass and pushing himself to his feet.

“Yeah,” Bucky said.

“Right,” Stella agreed.

“You coming, Fin?” Buck asked.

Stella forced a smile. “I think I’ll just go back to my hut and get an early night. Send Dye my congratulations, maybe?”

“You can’t go to bed this early, Stels,” John said with a slight crooked smile. “Come back inside and I’ll buy you a beer, how’s that?”

Stella considered this offer. She almost accepted it, even. But then she remembered what lay beyond the door to the club, the room filled with new faces but Curt and Dickie and the rest of their crew nowhere to be found.

“No thank you,” she said.

“Stels -”

“I’m going to go to bed.”

“What’s in there that you don’t like?”

Before she could think of what she was saying, she was replying, “It’s what’s not in there that -” She faltered and cut herself abruptly off. She knew her face had fallen.

John and Buck were both watching her carefully as she turned away and stared at a point as far into the distance as she could find.

“You mean Curt?” Buck asked softly after a moment’s pause.

Stella made a non-committal sound in the back of her throat, some kind of choked hum in acknowledgement of what he’d said. She couldn’t turn to look at either of them and momentarily considered just making a break for it and setting off running back to her hut.

No one said anything.

After a while of feeling sorry for herself, Stella remembered where she was, who she was with, and suddenly felt rotten for feeling like she’d loved Curt more than either of the men beside her. But she didn’t know how to apologise for this sentiment and knew, besides, that John would brush it away. So instead she said softly, “So many new faces,” and knew they would understand how she was feeling.

“Yeah,” John replied, equally as quiet.

“Yeah,” Buck agreed.

[idyllcy]

Hi, hi! I recently found your blog and I absolutely fell in love with it! I’m not sure if you’re still continuing matchups or not— but I’d like to make a request! Could I get a dc matchup, preferably with the batfam?

Pronouns: She/her

Sexuality: Hetero

Zodiac/MBTI: Sagittarius/ISJF (personally, I think my ISFJ is scarily accurate)

Appearance: I am 5’5 with naturally tanned skin. My hair is brown, kinda wavy, and goes a little ways past my hips. I have blonde highlights, though they’re kinda grown out atm. Both of my ears have two lobe and one cartilage piercing. My eyes are a dark brown.

Personality: I am a very non-confrontational and quiet person. Eternally anxious. A lot of times, I would rather keep quiet and the peace than speak up. But this is smth I’m working on! If someone else were to start the conversation— I turn into an absolute chatter box. People I’m comfortable with easily make me loud and relaxed. I’m sillier and more outgoing with them. I show a lot of my affection though teasing and laughter. I think I’m really disciplined and responsible. I’m extremely family oriented (As a I grew up basically raising my brothers) I like being involved in communities and making friendships. I’m an empathic person and while I love romanticizing things, I’m a pessimist when it comes down to it.

Ideal date: I’m a very sentimental person, small details mean so much to me and I’d honestly be appreciative of anything. I think my ideal date would be something along the lines of a carnival or a night in playing card and board games. Something where we could have fun while getting to know each other, swapping stories, teasing, and a little competition to spice things up.

Ideal type: My ideal type is ambitious, someone that could grow with me. Ideally, someone that could make me laugh, and ease my worries. Really, just someone I could appreciate life with.

Thank you! Certainly, no rush! Sorry— it’s kinda a lot! I hope you have a nice day!

wheel of fortune

"No, I swear I'm going to get the thousand tickets this time." You huff, slamming your hand on the button as the wheel slows.

"Habibti," Damian sighs. "The game is rigged."

"No, I swear." You grumble. You watch as the wheel stops on the thousand tickets, the machine spitting out the exact number as you give Damian a thumbs up.

"I'm impressed."

You wink at him, sticking out your tongue. "Now, we can get that cute little bear that we wanted."

Damian could have bought it, but he commends your effort, fingers entwining with yours as you tell him the mechanics behind the machine. You're cute.

Headcanons:

Damian is 100% ambitious and able to match your energy

He comes off as a little cold at first but once the ice melts for both of you there is no better match I swear

I think he would take you to a lot of the activities he's involved in so lots of time spent with animals <3

Damian likes that you're actually family oriented. He may claim to dislike his siblings, but he doesn't actually dislike them so I think if you were to get along with your family he would be a little more at ease with introducing you to his

Also damian 100% feeds into your romanticizing tendencies. He's smooth asf

[fckingsnickers]

Hello!

I’m looking for some new discord rp partners! my main muse is mickey milkovich from shameless, and I am begginggg someone to please play ian against my mickey! ian and mickey is the only pairing I have interest in writing atm. I would potentially be up for writing mickey against your male oc if that was preferred and if I liked the sound of your oc.

so here is some info about me and what I am looking for:

I’m 25 and my pronouns are she/her

I am usually online a lot, can do rapid fire responses

my responses are usually 1-3 paragraphs, but depends on the plot point

I won’t rp with minors

mxm only (specifically ian and mickey, or possibly mickey and your male oc)

I would like to include nsfw, but I don’t want the whole plot to be based around that

I prefer to play only as the sub/bottom character (sorry🫠)

I’m open to all tropes and plots imaginable

I have a special interest in au/fantasy elements and I love world building! I’m also mega interested in the omegaverse and all the worldbuilding that comes with that. I also enjoy dark plots

Also some general themes/tropes I like to give you an idea are:

a/b/o omegaverse

supernatural themes (vampires/werewolves/demons etc)

fantasy aus

slow burn romance

enemies to lovers

slice of life

mafia/criminal underworld

meet ugly

dom/sub relationships

dark themes

forbidden love

there’s a whole lot more, but that’s a general idea!

I can’t think of anything else on the spot, but we could discuss more in messages if you are interested 😁 So if this post sounds like something you’d be interested in, please message me or interact and I will send you a message! 💗

please only interact if you’re interested in a rp

[tabieeee]

Totally agree with your response that Skibidi Episode 59 felt like the official return of the Titan Speakerman. He kinda cast off the sadness and anger from before and started working as a team player again. That comic of yours was absolutely beautiful and emotional! It also fit so well as much of the fandom (including myself) we’re under the impression the Speakerman were going extinct, and it seemed the TSM believed so as well. Amazing work!

TSM is probably my favorite character (right next to Titan Camera Boi) and he’s had some of the best moments. I guess I just loved the shorts version of 57 because the very slow reprise of “Everybody…” totally gave me chills. To jump onto what you were saying, the dramatic moment of his stupid yellow light turning bright red again and seeing him slowly look up was amazing! The episode was a really rollercoaster and it ended with their first real win against the G-Toilet.

Also gotta give props to episode 58. Seeing how overwhelmed the Alliance was and how desperate their situation became in the region… only for Big Speaker Boi to now be back for revenge! Again, chills. Again I’m totally in it for the “Everybody” theme in the shorts version so seeing what he was capable FOR his friends was sick with that blasting out again as their war cry. When I actually saw it the first time and I was amazed, but when he got surrounded by all the helicopter toilets I actually thought he was planning on dying right there and got worried. The break in the music, the puff of smoke… all made it seem like he was just in for revenge but then was gonna let himself get killed. All of this to be immediately followed with the “WE WILL FIND YOU” in the song before saving all the cameramen… ughhh. So good. There’s a comic worthy idea in my mind.

Sorry for the long spiel lmao. Speakerboi deserves so much!

This was so much fun to read

I'm happy you liked the comic!

The speaker's song is so dang epic, it just makes episodes feel awesome

58 was fun. Go rage speaker boi, you deserve it.

My fav atm is Titan Cam since recent episodes focused on him but Titan Speak was my fav first and I still like him lots

Thanks for taking the time to write this :D

[the-martyrfication-of-the-matron]

hello i would like to ask you about your MID rewrite!!! how much are u planning on diverging from canon? any specific headcanons about the characters or universe u really wanna implement? do you wanna focus on the more heavy stuff or keep it light-hearted? cannibalism????

Tw cannibalism, ofc

I was gonna answer another ask but I accidentally deleted my entire response and it was a long ass response. So I’ll answer this one first lmao

Also sorry for responding to asks kinda slow atm, migraines are a cunt.

I’m planning on diverging from canon as much as I need to in order to have fun with it. With MID, it’s one of the better written series, so it doesn’t really serve a rewrite as much as MCD might, so diverging from canon will be probably one of the only ways to actually properly rewrite it. That and chilling down the horn level by like 80 degrees.

I have a bunch of hcs and stuff lmao. Like the tails, first of all, and how Pierce’s would’ve been docked off, stuff like that. I’d like to make a whole post about them, though. Or multiple lmao I have so much lore I like to make about this stuff.

That said, as much as I want MID to be a typical SOL comedy anime type thing, I do want to focus on darker topics too… it’s *me*. Daemos come from a warrior society, they’d have some darker topics surrounding them. Most will likely be passing references/jokes but some are integral to each character how I’m going to be writing them and so kind of have to be acknowledged fully

Also, as for cannibalism, yeaaah it’s me icl I will add it where I can. For how I’m doing it in MID, I’m still ironing out details, so I won’t say anything too concrete about it. I’ve learnt better than to start jabbering on about potentially sensitive topics before I’ve decided what to do with them.

[secretsbehindthenine]

Thanks for kindly replying!

I sorta want to request a RC9GN story about Randy having a lonely birthday (which Howard has again forgotten about because… he forgets his bestie’s all the time!).

PS: Yeah, I’m a very sfw person but I don’t want to tread into shipping territory atm, so I’ll stay safe with the bromance friendship route.

Sorry about the late response! I'm currently halfway into the fall semester of college, so I'm working on a butt-load assignments at the moment. So, forgive me if any part of this feels rushed. 🥲

Also...I know your prompt wanted it to be centered on Howard forgetting Randy's birthday, but the whole "Randy having a lonely birthday" reminded me of a plot point in my Idol!AU that covers just that. Inspiration struck, so I had to write it out. I hope you don't mind! 😅

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Time was a funny thing. Despite its consistency, the way it moves along at the same rhythm and tempo for everybody on earth, the way you process its passage will never be the same as how others go about it.

It had been six months since Randy came to Akemioka. 26 weeks since he decided to keep the other trainees at arm’s length, the last words Howard said to him replaying in his mind over and over again like a looped song. 181 days since he dedicated his time to testing the limits of his vocal range, improving his dancing skills, and practicing his Japanese. Anyone else would’ve thought those 4,344 hours were the longest they’ve ever endured, or the fastest that has ever managed to give them the slip. But Randy? He watched the clock in real time. Felt all 260,640 minutes pass by him like a classmate in a busy hallway. Time wasn’t a tangible thing; you couldn’t reach out and grasp it, as if it was a ball you had to catch or a bar you needed to grab. And yet, those 15,638,400 seconds churned something fierce in the depths of his stomach. It twisted his guts, pushed bile up his throat, got tears swelling up in the corners of his eyes. Every breath, whether slow-deep or shaky-shallow, was weighed down by the ticks that resonated from each clock Randy came across. All because Randy spent 15,638,400,000 milliseconds avoiding others like the plague, hoping—no, praying the thought of him being a major-league shoob would never cross any of their minds. Isolation was key. If he didn’t want to prove Howard right, if he didn’t want to run the risk of letting down anybody else, he had to alienate himself from everybody. He needed the loneliness, the company of himself and himself alone. That’s the only way he’ll be able to survive all this.

Except…

Birthdays weren’t a private thing. Not to Randy. It was unfathomable to him, to spend a day centered on the fact that you beat out the odds and lived another year in complete, utter seclusion. This accomplishment, this goal post, needed to be shared with others. It needed to be celebrated with the people you care about the most. That’s how it’s always been for Randy every time March 21st rolled around. He always had his friends and family at his side, congratulating him for the mere feat of being alive. He always had somebody to wish him a happy birthday, to give him a gift and lift up his spirits.

Until now, that is.

It had been 6 months since he left Norrisville right in the midst of the week before Thanksgiving break. 6 honking months since his fight with Howard and the end of a friendship he’d wholeheartedly believed would follow him to his grave. Randy knew 6 months after November was March. He knew he’d be spending his 15th birthday in Japan. Yet, it took his parents calling him at 6am sharp to actually accept that. It took his parents’ smiling faces on a tiny-ass screen, idly remarking that they had to get the timing just right so that their birthday message for him would be the first thing he woke up to, for him to finally acknowledge that, yes. It was his birthday now. Randy was officially 15 years old. And this phone call right here was all he’d be getting this year. No gifts. No parties. No…Howard. Just him and his parents on opposite sides of the Pacific, with only their phones keeping them connected.

If it wasn’t for the fact that his roommate was literally right next to him, Randy would’ve cried right then and there.

[carmenberzattosgf]

Hi I’m the anon that was asking about the request but with no context 😭 I literally realized I should’ve said more as soon as I hit send SORRYYY OMG 😭 I really don’t mean to be annoying about it or anything I swear 😭😭 but my request was basically reader being full term with Carmen’s baby and asking him to help her induce labor with sex 😳 if you’re not comfortable writing that I completely understand!!

HEHEHE yes i got that one hehehe

You’re not annoying at all I promise! I am totally comfortable with writing it 🚶‍♀️(aka I screamed and kicked my feet when I read it). I cannot lie I am slow as molasses with writing atm bc I’m so busy but I promise I will get to it eventually. Trust me it’s not annoying at all to ask if an ask got eaten! Tumblr has eaten my asks to other people before and it’s so annoying 😭

Also this goes out to anyone who has sent me an ask, like if I haven’t straight up turned it down yet then I’m still planning on writing it! (The 90 asks in my inbox are crying for help I am so deeply sorry)

Unfortunately my adhd wins the battle most days, however this semester my course load is going to be much easier so I can actually have a life! (I promise my series(s) that I’m planning will EAT)

( that was a rlly long response I apologize I just have writers guilt 💔)

[sarcasticsunshine123]

Hi! Hope you’re doing well. I just wanted to say that I love your work! There’s not a lot of well written content about Caswen on Tumblr or Ao3, so finding your stories has been a treat for me!

If u don’t mind me asking, do you have an idea when the next chapter of I’ve Got a Second Chance to Fly while out? I know that you posted a chapter only about week ago, and I promise I’m not trying to rush you! I’m just rly impatient lol 😂. And rly invested in the story despite there being only 3 chapters. Which is a testament to the quality of your writing.

If u don’t want to tell or simply don’t know, that’s totally fine. I just wanted to ask. Keep up the great work!

omg hi!!!!!!! I'm sorry for waiting so long to respond I have no excuse I'm just a silly billy fjfkd

ilysm I'm glad you're enjoying my work <33333

ofc you can ask! I'm sadly working on a bunch of uni deadlines atm which is slowing my progress but this ask has really put me in gear djfjf I promise I'm not forgetting this fic and I will update the moment I can, it just might not be for a little bit, maybe by the end of May? if I could hazard a guess :)) I'm very happy that you're enjoying it so much under the readmore ill add a little excerpt of what there is so far even tho its not great fifjf :)) ty for the love <333333333

Ricky woke up with a smile, which was a nice change from waking up with one of those dreams. He rolled over and hit his hand on the wall he still hadn't gotten used to, taking a second to swear at himself before turning over and checking his phone. A message from Big Red wasn’t a huge surprise, especially not when it was about homework. He shoots off a response saying he also hadn’t done it, grabbing the textbook to add to his bag.

He was brushing his teeth when a text came through, making him freeze with the toothbrush still in his mouth.

EJ: Could we talk later?

Ricky slowly put his phone down and ran to the bathroom to spit and rinse his mouth, putting the brush away. This didn’t happen the first time. EJ never reached out this early on. He excitedly typed out a message.

Ricky: of course!

Then he deleted it with a grimace.

Ricky: sure :)

He smiled as he put the phone back down, and then all there was was pain.

Doubling over, his hands rushed to his temples. He suppressed the need to scream as he collapsed to the floor, his eyes starting to tear up. Then all his air disappeared in one go as everything went pure hot white for a second, and the pain ceased completely.

He slowly uncurled and wiped at his eyes. What the fuck?

For a second, he wondered if he imagined it, but just questioning it made his head hurt again.

Guess he'll be ignoring that then.

[lcandothisallday]

my response below🫶🏼

i took out that part cos i can only really speak for myself and don’t feel comfortable dragging someone into this. that being said, like i said i can only answer for myself so i guess here’s my answer:

1) i do still talk to other jack blogs, just not as much cos there isn’t much in common to talk about anymore but there’s no bad blood between us at all. i love them all

2) jack personally doesn’t excite me anymore and truthfully I got annoyed at him “gatekeeping his fan experience.” you can truly only enjoy being his fan if you have the money, time, and online status to keep up with him 24/7. because he only caters his fan experience to those type people. Of course this is just my opinion but as a canadian fan who doesnt have the funds to do much outside of Toronto, it def sucked. it’s not like that with other artists i feel (which I’m sure you could argue) but I haven’t dealt with that gatekeeping before.

3) again I can only speak for myself but yes i did leave the fandom but I did NOT leave y’all behind. if anything y’all left me behind lmao. i can strongly confirm that no anons from my jack days come in anymore. people only liked me when I wrote and they only interacted when I wrote. and hey that’s fine by me but i never ignored yall cos y’all never showed up to begin with😅

4) me personally, i didn’t stop writing cos of “interaction”. My interaction for the most part was quite high and satisfactory cos I was writing at the peak of this fandom. however I noticed that writing gave me ✨anxiety✨ and too much delusions and lowkey it was unhealthy for me so when I got busy with life and pulled away, i really started to enjoy this app more cos i literally treat it like twitter and just shit post for giggles lol

5) im truly sorry if you feel like you were left behind in this fandom. the jack fandom may be lacking atm but there’s surprisingly SO much content out there. and I’m sure it’s only slow cos he hasn’t really been doing anything lol. As for the relationship you’ve garnered with other blogs, i know it sucks when we leave high and dry and stop interacting but for me at least it goes both ways and at the end of the day you can’t force anyone to stay😅

6) i am appreciative for every single person ever that has shown me and my writing love over the past like 2 years? wild lol. i hope you know that if you interact with me I will be just as enthusiastic with my response! but it is what it is

[skxrbrand]

Sorry if I’ve been slow about threads. From time to time I just feel a bit overwhelmed. Not by anything in particular, hell nothing is even really going on atm but idk....that gifted kid feeling when you have high expectations placed on you and a keen feeling of letting everyone down/disappointing them.

Also, you’re AFAB which exacerbates the problem because you were raised to defer and people-please so telling them all to fuck off isn’t as easy as you’d like it to be ( “them” is also your family lmao). 😒🙄

Things have been good in my physical environment, but my head is up and down. Sometimes things are fine, then i start ruminating on the future and the anxiety. I just wanna pack up all my shit in the van and fucking vamoose. Not a new feeling; I’ve been dealing with escapist fantasies every few years or so since mom died almost a decade ago and every responsibility that ever existed was dropped in my barely-an-adult lap lmao. It’s been stronger lately though...

But it goes against who I am as a person. I don’t just pack the fuck up and run. It’s not the responsible thing to do, not to mention the shitstorm that’d be waiting for me whenever I got back lol. I’m pretty sure my aunt and dad would blame one another and savage each other, since im the only real flesh and blood link heir have to my mom.

Sometimes I wonder if I’m just fragile and complaining for nothing or if life HAS been throwing me more curve balls than normal 🤔

[a-not-so-sure-artist]

Um I don't know if you're still taking requests atm, but are there any rules or conditions that we should be aware of? Do they have to involve certain fandoms and such? And are crossovers also allowed?

Hi hello! I am still taking requests! And thank you for mentioning if there are rules, which I should and will talk about right now!

—I’m mainly down to draw fanart for any type of fandom/character as long as they’re not controversial in any way (ex: NOT gonna draw fanart of negative ethnic/racial caricatures, characters or media that romanticize p3d0s and grape-without-the-g, real life people who’ve done really bad things, etc.)

—Pls don’t expect the art to come out really refined all the time. They’re only gonna be doodles for the sake of trying to focus on real life responsibilities! However, you can ask for them to be colored! I’ll gladly do flat colors with little shading here and there. Also don’t attempt to steal or claim them as ur own. Or my art in general :)

—Spare me some patience! I’m pretty, actually scratch that, VERY slow when it comes to drawing a lot o’ the time, even with doodles! I’m working on fixing that, but until the day comes where I can draw faster, I ask that you be really chill if I take a while unless it’s been waaay too long (up to a week) that I haven’t done it.

—When it comes to ships, it mainly depends on how I feel about the ship. For example, if the characters are both adults but one is like. REALLY older than the other that’s gonna put me off and I won’t do it. I also wont do ships that involve inc3$t, p3d0s, 18+ stuff, if one character is confirmed to not have romantic/sexual interests, if the creator of said characters doesn’t want ships of them, etc etc.

—If you request me to draw something that involves my OCs, I’ll be glad to if it’s not shipping or legit any of the no-no stuff I’ve mentioned so far!

—Finally…just. Don’t be weird please! Don’t ask for or NSFW, SA, proshipping, inc3$t, any of that kinda stuff. Let’s all remember that I am a minor here 🙃 Oh also, I don’t really do gore either. I’m ok with looking at some, but one could say that I don’t have the…GUTS to draw it 😃 (I’m so sorry I just had to) so keep it at simple blood and scars if I’m okay with it!

Aaand yup, that’s all I can think about right now! I may edit/add stuff in the future, but for now, keep these rules in mind when ur asking for art. Thanks!

[missmeinyourbones]

i would literally kill for headcannons about the AOT boys’ (and girls and Hange too tbh) preferences in women atm, and written by you because your headcannons actually make me cackle out loud, and are so well-written and profoundly accurate. i’m feeling introspective like… who would really be into what traits? what shit actually captivates and attracts them? what little quirks allow someone to catch their eye? you seem to have such a well-rounded and thorough understanding of the characters so i thought i’d ask if that’s something you’d be interested in writing about<3

how fun!!!! here are a few thoughts on the matter…of course all personality and character traits, no physical ones :)

eren likes a s/o who’s a lil crazy LOL he likes spontaneity and fearlessness….he likes when someone is quick to say yes to new things or has a crazy story to tell at a party—he’s automatically pulled in by extroverted people. you tell him about how you pierced your own ear once or gave urself a stick and poke tattoo and he is horny on the spot

armin likes a s/o who’s a bit snippy, a bit dominant—he likes someone who knows what they want and isn’t afraid to fight for their own fairness. likes when someone keeps him on his toes with their quickness and brashness. ur at a party and someone accidentally bumps into him and doesn’t say sorry and you go right up to them like “you hit him, you owe him an apology” and he has to mentally muster up all of his strength not to get hard LOL

mikasa likes a gentle s/o, maybe a bit soft spoken and dreamy (kinda like her) who is very protective of and attentive to her. she’s used to being the giver—being the one to fill others cups with her own empty pot. when you put her first, above others and yourself (like she has done her whole entire life), she feels like it’s too good to be true. she loves someone who can prove that doting doesn’t have to mean weak—you can be sweet and salty, soft and driven

similar to armin, jean likes a s/o who’s a little mean LMFAOOO not like actually mean but he just loves to be walked like a dog. he loves a s/o that can “wear the pants in the relationship” and he can just sit back and be like wow...thats hot LOL. loves someone who can hold their own, as well as his own (even tho they dont have to be any means, he just thinks its attractive) he’s always been second choice so he loves someone standing up for him. someone hits on him and ur like “he’s my boyfriend :) do you not have fucking eyes?” and he’s literally mind body and soul all yours in that moment LOL. he admires someone who is straightforward and a bit aggressive with what they want/like

connie likes someone who can match his energy while simultaneously looking out for him and making sure he’s not being stupid lmfao. he loves someone who is willing try new things with him or express interest in something that he likes! but then when he gets a bit too into it and is about to make a bad decision, he appreciates when you hold him back. hes like “lets go out to the bar and see some friends tonight!” and ur like “yes! how fun!” and then you get there and hes like “i am gonna get so drunk, bartender gimme a round of shots!” and ur like “no, you have work tomorrow” and hes all “🫡🫡🫡 yes boss” he just loves to trust you blindly, his fav thing about you is knowing that you always do whats best for him

sasha likes someone who is patient. patience and kindness are so important to her!!!! she always tries to put her best foot forward and be kind to all without reasoning, so when her s/o does the same thing to her???? shes folding. shes often overlooked for being “slow” or “stupid” so when you praise her and treat her with respect, or take a moment to explain something to her instead of overlooking it, she appreciates that so so so so much. she is so attracted to someone who is genuine and caring and communicative....she loves to repay you for all you do (esp in the bedroom, shes a giver ;P )

hange is attracted to responsibility and stability. they need a s/o who will remind them to eat, go to bed, shower, etc. they love knowing that someone is looking out for their best interest, that they are someone’s first priority in a way as sweet and intimidate as domestic little errands or chores. they like someone who is attentive and observant—someone who remembers the little details of their tangents and asks them to further elaborate on something that intrigued them. hange loves effort

levi likes a clingy s/o….yes i think he’s overwhelmed at first bc he’s not used to receiving attention and openly accepting love in forms of physical or verbal affirmations…but once he experiences it, he’s addicted. he loves a s/o who always wants to be around him, touching him, resting on him, always near and with him in some capacity. he likes the permanence of a life long commitment to someone. he is so so so incredibly attracted to loyalty…the thought of you choosing him to spend the rest of your life with makes him literally feral

reiner likes a supportive s/o bc i think he needs a lot of reassurance and validation :/ he likes someone who will constantly verbally remind him of their love for him. likes a communicative and doting s/o. he’s such a big baby—you scratch his back when he’s laying down and the intimacy of the simple act has him tearing up like you’re scratching my back??? of all peoples backs you could be scratching??? 🥹🥹 he needs help lol

porco likes to be the boss of someone, or rather think that he’s being the boss of someone (when he’s in reality not in control at all lmfao) ive said this a handful of times but he likes to be the fun police. likes to watch over you, let you have your fun but stop you when you’re being too reckless (kinda the opposite of connie), likes to be the one to pull you in and say ok that’s enough 🤨 or what am i gonna do with you 🤨 when in reality he is wrapped around ur lil finger, constantly thinking about you and if youre ok / having fun

[sunflowersoonyoung]

senior | yeo one

w.c ↠ 1.1k

pairing/s ↠ yeo one x fem!reader

genre/s ↠ office au!, senior!changgu, established relationship au!, inexperienced!reader, dom!changgu, corruption kink, semi public, overstimulation, multiple orgasms, squirting, unprotected sex, spit kink, creampie

description ↠ changgu was one of the first people you met at your new workplace a month ago. since then, you’ve been in a risky workplace relationship with him.

warning/s ↠ sexual themes, unprotected sex

a/n ↠ sorry this took me so long to write! I just am in love with office aus atm as you can maybe tell, just alternate universes in general tbh. it’s actually my birthday today ;-; I'm now 21.

requested by anon

“You’re not supposed to fill that form out like that, you know.”

When you turned your head to glare at your boyfriend and senior coworker Changgu, he offered you an innocent grin in response.

“I’m just trying to help. You know I want to go home. That outfit looks really good, and I wanna get rid of it.”

You adjusted the collar of your blouse with hot cheeks, knowing precisely what he was insinuating.

It was the early stages of your relationship with Changgu. You had been placed under his wing when you first started working there, and there was an immediate connection. Soon you were arriving at work in the same car.

You were in a heated place with him after only a few weeks of dating. It was an impossible task to keep your hands off each other during the day. Now it was nighttime, and Changgu’s pupils were blown with arousal.

“You’re dirty,” you replied with a huff, although you were pressing your thighs together to mask your excitement.

Changgu peered at you for a moment through his honeyed irises. He seemed to be devising something. A slow grin spread across his thick lips as cogs turned in his head.

“You know,” he hummed, resting his large hands on your shoulders from behind, “I’m pretty sure we’re completely alone right now.”

Immediately your head was clouded with warmth, and your thoughts emptied due to only one sentence. You breathed out slowly to compose yourself, “n-not here, Oppa. It’s too risky.”

“We won’t get caught,” Changgu purred, now leaning over so that his lips could hover over your ear. You could feel his hot breath clouding against your cheek.

“Changgu,” you mumbled, your skin electric, desperate for contact. Changgu chuckled lowly, loosening his tie and stepping back.

“You need me to take care of you, don’t you, sweetheart?” He asked, and you could not bear to look at him, your face flushed out of arousal.

“I-I’ve never done this in public before,” you stammered. Changgu laughed, “you’re cute. Come here.”

Your legs were wobbly as you finally stood, and your boyfriend flashed you a grin before tugging you from your desk.

Your floor manager had a separate office, which you rarely visited. Changgu led you inside, opening the door to a dim room with tall windows and a desk. The sky through the windows was a dark shade of navy. You stepped inside, and Changgu closed the door behind you.

He immediately pounced, cupping your face between his large hands and kissing you. It was a deep kiss that dazed you. You had to grasp his white dress shirt to remain steady.

Within moments his hand was between your thighs, hiking up your skirt to reveal more flesh. You mewled when his fingers pushed between the folds of your pussy.

“You’re so wet,” Changgu hummed, “aren’t you starting to get hornier recently?”

You blushed, retorting, “isn’t that your fault?”

He merely laughed, pushing you back against the floor manager’s desk. You sat atop the wooden surface, knocking over a cup holder and scrunching papers. He settled between your legs, a devious smile on his face.

“You have to stay quiet, okay?” Changgu ordered, wasting no time by pushing aside your underpants. He was rough as he slid his fingers over your bare pussy, circling over your clit. Eventually, he settled one palm over your mouth because you failed to keep quiet.

To be honest, you had been staring at him all day. He looked stunning, with his thick forearms, tan skin, and dark raven hair pushed back over his forehead. By this stage, you were swollen with arousal. It had been a long wait.

“You’re not very obedient, are you?” Changgu chuckled, pushing his thumb hard against your clit. You threw your head back, crying out against his hand.

Suddenly, you came; it was unexpected for both you and him. You were seeing stars, your head spinning.

Changgu laughed amusedly, “cute. You cum so quickly still.”

Sometimes he could be a little cruel. Today would be one of those days.

“One more time for me, sweetheart,” he hummed, rubbing harsh circles over your clit with his thumb. Your legs were trembling as he forced a second orgasm out of you. You could only sob against his palm, tears running down your chin.

By the time you opened your eyes, you had realised you had squirted all over the desk and floor and Changgu’s hand. He was laughing, licking your juices off his fingers. You flushed with embarrassment.

“You idiot,” you huffed, trying to catch your breath, “we made such a mess.”

“It’s fine,” he soothed, “come here.”

Changgu pulled you up against him because your legs were quivering from the repeated orgasms. He wrapped your leg around his waist, unbuttoning his black dress pants to reveal a sliver of his grey underpants.

You could see his boner pressing up against the dark fabric of his pants. The sight of it, combined with Changgu’s thick scent in the air, made you dizzy with desire.

“Hurry up,” you pleaded, and your boyfriend laughed, “you’re getting needy. I like this side of you, though~.”

Changgu pulled his thick cock free, dropping his pants to the floor. He stroked it a few times before sliding it between your pussy folds. You clasped his shoulders tighter.

Abruptly, Changgu filled you up in one stroke. Your head lulled back and you gasped, your toes curling. He started to fuck you at a casual pace, letting his hips meet with yours. Even at this pace, you were shuddering with pleasure.

“Changgu!” You gasped, and he grinned, fucking you at a harder pace that made your vision blur. Beneath the buzz of your ears, you heard him speak, “open your mouth.”

You did as he ordered, opening your mouth and sticking out your tongue. Changgu let a wad of spit fall onto your tongue and you swallowed it, tasting his sweet saliva.

“Good girl,” he praised, grabbing your hair and pulling it so that your face was an inch from his. He kissed you deeply, letting his tongue explore your mouth. You could hardly concentrate on the kiss, his cock hitting spots that tipped you over the edge.

“Cum one more time for me,” Changgu breathed. You nodded, shutting your eyes tightly and letting an orgasm crash over you.

You ascended into the ceiling, unaware of anything else for a few moments. You could hear Changgu cumming too, thrusting deeply inside of you and filling you up.

By the time you recovered, you realised you were covered in sweat and that you had semen dripping down your inner thigh. Changgu had been observing you, his hair messy and his forehead shiny.

He fell away from you, pulling his pants back up and readjusting himself.

“Let’s get that form filled out, hm?”

You pouted, “I can do it myself, you know.”

Changgu turned back to you, now mostly fixed. He adjusted his tie, running his tongue over his bottom lip.

“You need to clean up your mess. And I want to get you home, now.”