#it literally came to me fully formed as this little song

[funwalker]

I live along under the ground. my body not long since been found. though in the air remains no host, beneath your feet a living ghost!

[prickly-paprikash]

Kendrick doesn't just hate Drake as a person. He hates the very idea of Drake.

Hip-Hop is rooted in revolution. In defiance. These are the songs of an oppressed group of people, and decades upon decades people have hated it. Accused of being meaningless and invalid. Media outlets took steps to belittle hip-hop and make sure it isn't recognized as an art form and as a means to fight back.

2Pac spoke of wealth disparity and inequality. Tupac was literally a member of a communist organization when he was younger and never stopped speaking against capitalism.

Lauryn Hill spoke of the struggles a woman faces. Not just women, but black women. Salt-N-Peppa. Queen Latifah. MISSY FUCKING ELLIOT.

N.W.A made sure people knew about police brutality and violence against the Black community.

And now, in this day and age, we're also experiencing an explosion of Queer Hip-Hop. Lil Nas X is at the forefront of this. Lil Uzi Vert came out as non-binary and uses they/them pronouns, even when they knew that a lot of their fans would never use it or even respect them for it. Auntie Diaries, a song about a young man who grew up in a transphobic environment and bought into those beliefs, but could never fully do it because his Uncle loved him so much and taught him a lot of life lessons, and that wisdom translated to him accepting his cousin as a woman as well.

Drake is none of that.

He's the perfect representation of what people think hip-hop is. Flexing. Posturing. Objectifying women. A fucker so insecure he bought 2Pac's ring just to feel like he's part of the black community. Rejected by Rihanna publicly. Tried to groom Millie Bobby Brown. Kissed and inappropriately touched an underage girl during his concert. His songs have inspired so many young boys to treat girls like shit. His belief that the amount of rings and chains and cars he has is the true meaning of success.

Additional Edit: This is my fault. If this post gains more views, then it would be remiss of me not to add to this. It was my fault to begin with, not stating this beforehand because while I did know, I got lost in celebrating Hip-Hop in a place that doesn't usually do so, and rightfully so.

2Pac did fight for wealth equality and better social living for the black community. He also has a long, long history of battery, domestic abuse, and sexual harassment against women. Specifically against women of color. He made a song to celebrate his own mother, but outright refused to give the same show of respect to other women in his life. His hypocritical nature was brushed off in later decades, just the way I did now.

N.W.A is the same. Sexual assault charges, violence—they spoke of Police reform, but refuses to give the same treatment back towards the women in their lives.

50 cent refuses to backtrack on any of his misogynistic lyrics.

Modern rappers of today, such as the dead XXXtentacion. 6ix9ine. Kodak Black.

I do love Hip-Hop. I love rap. And the music itself has always been anti-authoritarian at its core, because those are its roots. And I was happy that circles that did not normally know of it or enjoy it were getting into it, even for one thing like this rap feud.

Lil Nas X, Little Simz, Childish Gambino, Missy Elliot, Queen Latifah, Lauryn Hill—rappers who have at the very least consistently tried to put their money where their mouth is. Who have tried to act in accordance to what they rap and write and sing for.

@shehungthemoon @ohsugarsims finnthehumanmp3 were the ones who rightfully clarified in the comments. I know an apology won't correct my hypocrisy or my stupidity. I should have added all of this before making this post, but I wanted so badly to celebrate a genre of music but failed to do my due diligence in showing a better, holistic view of it. If anyone felt triggered, offended, troubled, frustrated or any other intense negative emotions surrounding this, please do block me. I'm sorry.

[dyns33]

Flufftober 2024 - 24 Dream of the Endless

It was perfectly natural for mortals to dream that they were someone else. That was also the purpose of dreams, to allow beings to escape from the "real" world for a moment, to forget their sorrows, their worries, but also to find the inspiration needed to try to improve their daily lives when they woke up.

This was embodied by great decisions, as well as wonderful creations, novels, films, songs, plays. Once again, men played roles, to entertain others while conveying an important message.

Despite this, Morpheus did not fully understand the principle of Halloween.

He could not make sense of this celebration, which had changed a lot over the centuries.

No one seemed to learn a moral lesson by dressing up as a monster. No one wanted to become a monster. There was nothing fun in comparing yourself to these poor creatures, or in scaring children without the goal of teaching them something.

Next to him, Y/N didn't seem to understand his incomprehension.

"It's just for fun. I know you're very serious and goth, but unlike some of your siblings, I'm sure you know the definition of that word."

"It seems like there are several definitions, otherwise I would laugh at Desire and Despair's pranks."

"That's different, their pranks are cruel. But don't you see what's funny about Halloween at all ?"

"Not really."

Knowing his stubborn side, Y/N didn't insist, simply shrugging her shoulders. She wouldn't have been against celebrating it with him, but it didn't matter if they didn't do anything that night. In any case, the king of dreams was too busy for this kind of thing. It was already a miracle that he found time for her in his schedule.

She should have been wary, because it wasn't normal for Dream to give up on a debate so easily. Not only did he have the right not to understand, but Y/N had to agree with him.

The nightmare didn't last long. Y/N wondered if she had screamed as loudly in her bed as in her dream she found herself facing this huge, dark monster trying to catch her. She had never been so scared in her entire life.

"Happy Halloween." the thing said, grabbing her in its hand.

"… Morpheus ?!"

"Yes. I still don't see the funny side. Can you explain it to me ?"

"… It's not funny ! Put me down and take back your normal form !"

"My 'normal' form as you say cannot be understood by mere mortals, what you see is just…"

"You know very well what I meant !"

Dream put her back on the ground and resumed his usual appearance, with his little pout. He was still waiting for an answer though.

After all, he had dressed up as a monster, and he had made a sort of farce at her, exactly as Halloween tradition required. It was obvious that Y/N had not wanted to laugh.

"There is a huge difference between dressing up and literally turning into a monster. People know that it is fake, that there is no risk, that is why it is funny."

"We are in a dream, and I will never hurt you. There was no risk."

"Dream…" Y/N sighed as she approached to caress his shoulders. "What if you came to the waking world so I could show you ? Hmm ?"

"… As long as I am with you, it will definitely be fun."

Next to Y/N who was wearing her best bunny costume, Morpheus continued to claim that he didn't really understand the point in seeing children running around in the street and adults playing pranks on each other.

But he smiled the whole time, never letting go of her hand, so he must have had a good time. And he seemed to enjoy her costume too, even if he showed it more with his hands than with words later.

[quimichi]

┗━⌜ALL I WANT IS FOR YOU TO BE HAPPY⌟━┛

✎ Life with the Archons (Venti, Zhongli, Raiden, Nahida and Furina)

VENTI - Videtis illam spirare libertatis auram

.ೃ࿐ Having you by his side, sleeping all so peacefully in his arms puts him at ease. Knowing you trust him makes him feel all warm in his heart-

.ೃ࿐ It's not like he would ever hurt you, it's quite the opposite. But knowing that you are just as comfortable around him as he is with you is enough to make him fall in love with you all over again

.ೃ࿐ would he tell you this? Yeah sure! But not without a little teasing and playful nagging when he sees a flustered or touched reaction on you

.ೃ࿐ your days together are mostly spend with you both doing literally anything that come to mind

.ೃ࿐ ideas like trying out Dionas newest creation or seeing who eats the most dishes at good hunter come mostly for your lovely bard

.ೃ࿐ he just wants you both having fun! Thinking about sad things all day would only crush someone, and he would never want to see you in a pain he has experienced

.ೃ࿐ I think everyone said it at least once, but yes he would write songs about you. Stories of you and your great adventures, how strong, generous and kind you are.

.ೃ࿐ and how kind you are always picking him up from angel's share when he lost both track of time and amounts of liquor he already drank

.ೃ࿐ he does feel guilty tho, but you know he is sorry and it's not like it happens so often. Just when it does, it reaaally does. But everybody got their flaws right?

.ೃ࿐ not you tho, not his beautiful Windblume (basic ik but as a German its so cute to me :))

.ೃ࿐ once he tried cooking your favorite dish. You were busy all day with missions form the adventurers guild and came back all exhausted and hungry....and to Venti desperately trying to put out the little fire that he started with his vision....the fire only got bigger

.ೃ࿐he claimed it was still edible. He's not wrong it was, just not tasty at all. Not him being banned from the kitchen now, nahhh

.ೃ࿐ he was super sad tho he wanted to fo something good for you and messed it up cause he looked away for a few seconds by preparing something else

.ೃ࿐ also, one thing he definitely loves and can't be without, besides you, is having you present beside him when he sleeps.

.ೃ࿐ you are there, and save, I his touch so he knows you won't be gone

ZHONGLI - if fairness is lost, then the contract shall become proof of one's deception

☄. *. ⋆ wakes up at the ass crack of morning, makes himself a tea and watches the sunset paint you like a deity sleeping in bed while sitting down on some chair to appear even more like a love sick grandpa

☄. *. ⋆ and if you do feel eyes on you, he greets you with a deep "Good morning my beloved, I hope this night gave you the best rest" and then let's you wake up slowly while he also makes you a tea, or coffee what you prefer

☄. *. ⋆ he'll always question himself, does he even deserve you? Yeah, yeah he does obviously but...why does it always feel so surreal having your pure soul around him????

☄. *. ⋆ hes in love let him be, I really like to think of him in a relationship as this really gentle,like and caring "grandpa" who's stuck in time. Like a guy you'd see in a historical romance book

☄. *. ⋆ going out with him is....something. he either fully forgot his wallet or is just a few mora to short for the groceries. But that's not everyday tho it happens here and there, the people are also used ro it like no one is surprised-

☄. *. ⋆ he just makes a contract with them that he will bring the rest money tomorrow and boom, done everyone happy---he is a man of his words

☄. *. ⋆ looooves walks with you, either hold his hand, the hand that is ready to do everything for you. Or link arms together like whatever you like baby ❤️

☄. *. ⋆ when you agreed to be in a relationship with him he promised you to take best care of you and that there shall be no worry left in your head

☄. *. ⋆ he does hold this promise (with maybe a teeny tiny contract, maybeee) and that also includes dinner. He knew you'd be home on a short while and completely forgot to prepare anything to eat, neither did you think about getting food home either

☄. *. ⋆ then Zhongli made a mistake of agreeing that Hu Tao helps him get some food on the table. And food on the table there was cause she did something. What it exactly is, nobody knows, how she exactly did that, a mystery. But it was good, and it made Zhongli realize how much of a good friend he had awwwww

☄. *. ⋆ a little friendship appreciation cause it's cute---

☄. *. ⋆ oh and grandpa goes to sleep exactly at 9, maybe at 10. On his rebellious days it can be at 11. Like on date nights he just says, eh fuck it I spend more time with my beloved, and goes to bed when you do. And also loves to do your night routine like you, skin care or not, he does it. To feel both closer and more connected with you and make you realize you mean a lot to him

☄. *. ⋆ being open to your things is a way of him telling you, hey, you're great yk that? His love language is acts of service cause, jsnwkajqks

RAIDEN - This body's purpose is to withstand wear and tear, that the one within might achieve Eternity

*ੈ✩‧₊˚ she would eat cake for breakfast if you would let her. Sweet things make her happy, youre sweet, you make her happy

*ੈ✩‧₊˚ "I love you...Y/N, for eternity" - 😐

*ੈ✩‧₊˚ give her time to show emotions, she can do that much better with words and actions

*ੈ✩‧₊˚ wake you up like a mom tho, like you both sleep together and suddenly she rips open the curtains and is like "Rise and shine" at 7am summertime where the sun is exactly where you dont want it to be

*ੈ✩‧₊˚ pls don't let go over her hand. In public she'll always have a hand on you, she's scared you'll leave if she doesn't. But she slowly but surely realizes that you won't, you would never

*ੈ✩‧₊˚ like, imagine you see this cute ass cat or dog and you smile so bright and she's giving this bombastic side eye bitch look. Goals I'd want that

*ੈ✩‧₊˚ yes but in reality she'd want to pet it. Pls keep asking for you both to adopt a pet so she doesn't has to ask-

*ੈ✩‧₊˚ yeah uh you cook, or you both cause her alone is a much known disaster. But she is ready to learn and is ready for the baby steps. She really does listen and learns fast. Her cooking now is simple, but edible and improves with every new try

*ੈ✩‧₊˚ thanks to your help obviously. And if you're just as bad, don't worry. She's happy you both can learn something and spend more time together. She really does enjoy your company, it keeps her at ease and let's her have a clear mind. You most definitely are her comfort character haha

*ੈ✩‧₊˚ but she's not only the love of mine and your life, she's also super protective of you. Getting fo a point where not even the waiter is allowed to speak the most necessary words to you. She is an Archon and should obviously be respected, like anyone else, but also you as her partner should also receive the same respect

*ੈ✩‧₊˚ falling asleep with you is easy, falling asleep without you difficult. You both need each other, but as stubborn you both are, you are the only one who can admit it truly. She also lets it slip but not in a "I can't sleep without you" more in a "Where in a relationship aren't we, so we should sleep beside each other" looking for excuses. She's my everything pls

NAHIDA - I might look like a child, but don't be fooled: I understand this world much better than any grown-up. (PLATONIC)

༊*·˚ she's the best to live with. She'll wake you up with her gentle words and quietly opens the window so a breeze can go inside and wake you up even softer

༊*·˚ sometimes she'll join you in bed when the time allows it she listens to you talk about your dreams and how you slept at night

༊*·˚ she makes sure you know that's she cares about you like duh you're friends

༊*·˚ breakfast is the absolute healthiest of them all, you have such a variety of fruits and vegetables to pick from, different kinds of bread and toppings. And a good smoothie, or maybe you want some tea?

༊*·˚ you both always eat together, she loves spending time with you. Especially the relaxing ones. But also, one of her favorites is going out with you helping the people. She has a very good understanding of humans and their emotions after all, and since shes so caring she loves to help around

༊*·˚ if you're not busy you're always free to join her

༊*·˚ loves to see you smile and be happy. She did live for 500 years but compared to the others its almost nothing, so you are her first true friend and she is greatful you let her discover friendship with you

༊*·˚ since shes super smart she teaches you a few things and is happy when you remember some of the things she said

༊*·˚ before you both call it a day she loves to sit in her swing, or you sit in her swing and you both gentle push each other while watching the stars

༊*·˚ sometimes you both even sleep together, cuddled up while reading together till one falls asleep first and puts the book away. Or you both simply talk about your day, your little adventures and what you both discovered

༊*·˚ she is all in all the most chilled person to be with like, pls----

FURINA - Her eyes... they're like the darkness at the bottom of the ocean

*ೃ༄ being with the hydro Archon is definitely...something?

*ೃ༄ she's super clingy in the morning, both wanting so spend all day together outside or in bed. It's hard decision for her...you do it pls

*ೃ༄ your at almost EVERY trail, sitting beside her. And honestly, with just your presence it's not boring anymore, or almost. She truly is less lonely with you around and feels more alive

*ೃ༄ it makes her all giddy inside and proud having you as hers. And because of this she will always gift you the most beautiful things! It's always something new everyday. Waking up and knowing at some time of the day she will surprise you with something new and exciting is worth going out of bed

*ೃ༄ you both also always eat out together, it's rare anyone of you cooks and eats at home. She'll always drag you to the fanciest restaurants to eat in pure elegance and flamboyance (Tengen that you?)

*ೃ༄ btw hugs make her feel better :)

*ೃ༄ if she ever notices you not paying attention, she'll lightly splash your face "Hehe, now you're awake again, so where we're we.."

*ೃ༄ I said she's clingy in the morning, but at night she holds her distance, till you both sleep and she unconsciously scoots closer till she cuddles you. Throughout the day she holds distance but somehow can appear clingy but not? She's a mystery, but she's your mystery

[taesanluv3r]

lost in love songs.

han taesan x reader

a short, three part, friends to lovers story.

ੈ✩‧₊ hidden love unfolds when taesan's ipod nano accidentally ends up in the hands of his best-friend, yn. a certain playlist catches her eyes, revealing the true feelings kept within the depths of the boy's heart.

part two: about a girl.

reader goes through an overwhelming amount of emotions (shes crying 😿), some cuss words, myung jaehyun (reader's older brother) comforts her <3 lowercase intended, excuse any spelling mistakes / grammatical errors! enjoy :3

wc: 2,009

masterlist 𖦹 part one 𖦹 part three

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"damn, can't believe that dork writes songs about my loser sister…i say we give it a little listen and-"

jaehyun's words are interrupted, "get out of my room" yn says sternly, a finger pointing out the opened door and her face dead serious. her brother rolls his eyes, "whatever, i'll leave you to it i guess. weirdo…maybe you two are meant for each other" the girl flips him off, climbing off of her bed to forcefully push her annoying sibling out the door, slamming it shut behind him. she sighs, turning back around and staring intently at the silver device that remained on her white bed-sheets. her stomach hurts as she sits down beside it, her heart pounding straight out of her chest, though she doesn't know why. yn takes a deep breath as she holds her friend's ipod in her hands, the size of it unfamiliar to the girl who was so used to her larger phone. the wired earphones were tangled and grey from how worn out it was, she hesitates for a moment, wondering if it were really a good idea to be listening to the song her friend made a point to keep hidden from her. but it was right there, staring at her with her name written on it, literally. yn scoots, her back making complete contact with her pillows, a fluffy cloud-shaped plush toy sandwiched between her chest and her knees. she sticks an earphone into her left ear, beginning to do the same on the other side when the ping of her phone stops her. turning over to the device, she blinks slowly at the contact name on her screen.

han taesan.

she watches from afar as countless texts and a few missed calls came in, her arm reaching out to grab her phone. yn contemplates for a moment, his urgent warnings forming a sense of hesitance as she falls into a dilemma. once again, she sighs, turning her phone on do not disturb, ignoring the guy's begs and pleas before she averts her attention back to the ipod nano. blocking out all outside noise, the other side of his earphones find place in her right ear, a finger grazing against the white buttons that decorated the silver music player. yn exhales, finally pressuring the tips of her nail, pushing play on the very first track,

'about a girl.'

the name directly stolen from a song by his favourite rock band, the girl fully expects her friend's usually grunge-y sound. however, yn is taken by surprise when a soft guitar acoustic hits the surface of her eardrums instead. the rhythm of the track almost as sweet as the lyrics that he begun to sing. taesan's voice is smooth like butter, matching perfectly with the rather simple strumming pattern of the stringed instrument. being fully produced in his bed-room on a cheap microphone he got at the thrift shop, the girl finds herself smiling slightly at the shuffling sounds she could still hear in the background, breath hitching when she finally processed the words.

i listen to love songs in hopes they come true. i listen intently to conversations with you. my mind turns into mush and i can't seem to speak. in seconds i'm out, the door shuts with a creak. i could talk about her for hours on end, i could talk with her, or maybe not, it depends. cause she drives me insane, and i've got worms for a brain. and i can't get her out of my head.

the girl doesn't know what to think. it just all sounds so…foreign. the taesan she knew never wrote songs like this, or at least none that she knew of. the shy and reserved boy would never be caught dead showing this much emotion in real life, his honey-like voice fades out as the instrumental gets louder, giving the girl a moment to think. a million questions swarm into her head. he wrote this song…for her? she's lost in the music for a moment, her mind racing as she goes through about a billion thoughts per second. her heart fluttering at the very idea of this whole thing- i mean, it was as if all those romantic dreams she's had were finally coming true. a whole song written for her? frankly, the girl was on cloud 9. yet still, yn can't help but doubt herself, does he really feel this way for her? her best-friend since middle school? the ever so introverted han taesan who's never even spoken of love, this is him? as the questions swim through her brain, his soft singing wakes her up again.

this girl that i know, she's a girl that i like. but she won't feel the same, i don't know though, she might. i just can't, and i won't, let her know how i feel. i fear it might slip and it'll all become real. for my mouth only speaks around her, and my mind only thinks about this girl.

after another beat or two, he sings the final words of his love song,

still, you drive me insane. and i've got worms for a brain. think i might like you more than a friend.

with that, the first track in the two-song playlist comes to an end. the room is silent, the only thing she could hear was the quiet sound of her deep breaths. yn's mouth hangs open, her body freezing up like she had just been transported to the arctic without shelter. she doesn't even want to listen to the other song, in fear it'd make her heart beat faster than this one did. unconciously, a single tear begins to run down her cheek. "i know you said to go away but mom's asking what you want for dinner" the sound of her older brother's voice shakes her out of the daze, her eyes blinking rapidly as her head turned towards the door. "are…are you crying?" jaehyun asks, eyes widening as he began to walk over to where she sat on the bed, taking a seat beside her. "i…" she starts but doesn't continue, not really knowing what she was going to or even wanted to say. "so…you listened to that song, huh?" the boy asked, his features softening at the sight of his tearful sister who looked…well, lost.

she nods slightly, "just…just the first one" she mumbles, gulping all too loudly as her hand moves up to wipe at the tears that stained her blushed cheeks. "so? does he like you, or what?" jaehyun's question comes out a bit rushed, like he was impatient to know. "i…i don't know" and before they knew it, the girl had broken down into tears again. she still didn't know why though, the lyrics of her friend's song was nothing but sweet. however, the truth about the feelings he had, the ones he must've been keeping from her this whole time…it made the myung girl overwhelmed, not really knowing how she had to react. "hey, don't cry" her brother coos, a hand stiffly patting against the small of her back as she sobs into her hands. "yn…i know you hate it when i tease you but, don't you think it's obvious he's always liked you?" she lifts up her head, fully looking at her older sibling with confused eyes. "and don't lie, yn. we all know you're a terrible liar. i can tell by the way you smile when you mention him, i can tell by how annoyed you get over silly things about him that you, whether you like it or not, you're just in love as he is" jaehyun lets out a breath after talking too fast, his lips pursed into a line as he hits his sister with the reality of her feelings, and her best-friend's.

"but…" she starts again, stuttering as the salty taste of her own tears managed to seep into her mouth that started to feel a little dry. "but what if it's all a misunderstanding? i mean, what if i got it all wrong? what if this ruins our relationship forever? i shouldn't have…i shouldn't have listened to this. i-" the rambling girl gets cut off, "yn!" jaehyun's voice is louder by a decibel, his hands pressed firmly against his shaking sister's shoulders. "yn, look. there's only one way to find out. and you and i both know that things will only get weird if you don't talk to him about this, right?" the myung girl sighs, nodding at him, a grateful look on her face for her older brother and his big heart- even if he bullied and teased her half the time. "you're right…" another ping grabs their attention away from each other and over to the phone she had tossed to the other side of the bed. "i think that's him…" jaehyun smiles softly at his love-sick little sister, reaching to pass the phone over to her before patting her back lightly. "talk to him, yn. tell him the truth. what's the worst that could happen, right?" he says, earning a half-assed smile in return from the girl.

"besides, he did write love songs dedicated to you- something tells me you two are going to be just fine"

the boy gets off of the bed, "i'll tell mom you're not hungry yet. let me know if you need anything, okay? and if it is all a misunderstanding, which i doubt it is, i'm only a call away and i'll fight the guy for you!" the last part makes the girl giggle, breaking away from her somber state for a moment, rolling her eyes as the older sibling began showing off his non-existent arm muscles. he shot her a quick good luck before he was out the door again. leaving myung yn alone, alone with the thousands of messages and calls from a panicked han taesan.

emo loser (taesan) yn, whatever you do DO NOT touch my ipod. yn answer my calls!!!! yn please. yn, don't do it. it's too late isn't it? yn… i'm sorry.

the girl can't help but feel sick, the guilt of it all making her stomach turn and her heart to swell in pain. she takes a deep breath, the ticks on the bottom right of his messages turning blue, signifying that she had finally read them.

emo loser (taesan) you listened to them, didn't you?

yn's breathing gets heavy and fast, her fingers trembling as she began to type out a response.

i need to talk to you.

she bites her lip, nervously watching as the three dots appear then disappear on his end of the chatroom, like he had started to type but stopped half way through. yn shuts her eyes, opening them to stare at the ipod nano that had turned itself off at some point before. her gaze is turned back to the phone in her hands when he finally texts her back.

emo loser (taesan) meet me at the playground tomorrow? i have so much to say you'll listen right?

yn smiles softly, a sudden feeling of warmth engulfing her previously frozen body. she nods to herself, fingers hovering over the digital keyboard.

tomorrow at 1?

this time, he texts back almost immediately.

emo loser (taesan) i don't think i can wait that long meet me there at 10 unless you're still sleeping, lazy ass.

the boy's teasing joke, after the whirlwind of emotions she had just gone through, comforts her a little. suddenly, the girl feels confident that her brother was right and that they'd be okay after all.

see you at 10 then, weirdo

the conversation ends there. yn hides under her covers that night, her stomach empty though she didn't feel the need to eat, and her body exhausted though she couldn't seem to sleep. she's still in disbelief. the sound of his voice playing over and over again in her head all night. the lyrics tattooed onto her brain as she finds herself lost.

lost in the love song he wrote for her.

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first of all tysm for 100 followers !!! HEHEHEHE taesan straying away from his usual emo grunge music to write secret love songs for yn 😿 featuring the lyrics that i wrote myself <3 THOUGHTS??? reblogs n feedbacks are highly appreciated!! send me an ask, let's talk abt this 💭 see u guys in the final part!! love, kona.

[multifanhoe99]

Kinktober Day 5- Edging

I have been really excited for this day!

Pairings: Wooyoung x fem!reader

Warnings: This is literally porn (I am not sorry), sub!wooyoung, soft femdom!reader, nicknames (Mommy, pretty boy, baby), handjob, light restraint (reader sits behind Wooyoung and keeps him in place with her legs)

=Let me know if I missed any=

18+ MDNI

PROMP LIST

MASTERLIST

You loved teasing Wooyoung. You loved to hear his soft cries and whines and whimpers. He sounded so pretty when he was begging you to cum and you just couldn't get enough. That is why every now and then you loved to edge him. You would sit behind him your legs around his waist and holding his legs in place. You had perfect access to his pretty cock and were able to kiss along his neck just like he liked it. This is where you found yourself now hand wrapped around his cock. You kissed and nipped at his neck.

"You like that baby," you ask, "You look so pretty for me like this you know?"

"Yes Mommy I like it you make me feel so good," he whines. You keep stroking him slowly loving the way he whimpers and tries to buck his hips into your hand. You start to stroke him faster now. The sounds escaping his mouth are louder and more desperate. When you feel him start to get close you remove your hand and go back to teasing him lightly. He lets out a sob, he was so ready to cum.

"Not yet baby I want to play with you for a little longer. You know how much I love watching you squirm," you say into his ear. He is panting trying to catch his breath while also trying to hold back the frustrated tears that well in his eyes. You start the process over again stroking his pretty cock until he is almost ready to cum and then stopping the only contact being you running your nails gently up and down his chest. He looks so beautiful, so fucked out for you. Tears streamed down his beautiful face and drool fell down his chin. He was perfect.

This same went on for what seemed like hours to Wooyoung. He could barely form real words anymore much less be conscious of time passing. You figured you had played with him enough and he had been so good it was time for his reward. "You have been so good for mommy baby. Letting me play with you like this, I think it's time I finally let you cum hmm," you say. Wooyoung tries to speak but all he can really do at this point is spout jumbled words and nod.

You stroke his cock again at a decently fast pace. It doesn't take much anymore to get him to the edge. Being so close Wooyoung manages to beg, "I am gonna cum Mommy please keep going please please ple-"

You work him through the biggest orgasm you've ever seen him have speaking words of encouragement, "That's it, my pretty boy. Cum for me cum for Mommy just like that." When he was done you continued to sit with him while he came down from the high. You gently played with his hair and hummed sweet songs into his ear. When you were sure he was back to reality you spoke again, "You did so good baby. You wanna bath to get you all cleaned up?"

"Yes please," he responds softly. You give him a smile and carefully help him move so you can go start him a bath. When the bath was ready you helped him get in and you talked through the scene. It was nice to talk things through after you had done them to see what was good and what could be improved if anything at all. It leaves space for any concerns to be brought up too. The consensus at this particular time was that it was great and would definitely be tried again at a later date. After the bath you helped Wooyoung get dried off and into something comfortable to sleep in and you went to bed cuddling and fully satisfied.

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A/N: Ya know for not being a dom at all I think this turned out pretty good and I gotta say I love the idea of sub!Wooyoung! Anyway, I hope you enjoyed and please don't forget I am taking other requests besides Kinktober stuff as well so send those in as well!

[shadowqueenjude]

For Day 3 of @gwynweekofficial Priestess

Written for my bestie @positivelyruined :) somewhat a continuation of this short story but it takes place centuries later (you don’t have to read both)

Warnings: this will be from Tamlin’s POV so he will harbor some bitter feelings for the Inner Circle; also there will be some discussion about rape. Otherwise enjoy!

Princes High Lords can play music too!

Tamlin stared glumly at his ruined manor for the one hundred millionth time. He was completely alone in this world. It was partially his own fault, no doubt. He had done wrong by Feyre, but…he hadn’t expected the well of her anger to go so deep. In fact, he strongly suspected it didn’t. Feyre must have been drawing from Rhysand’s well of anger, which when it came to Tamlin, must run deep. They had ancient history, history nearly 20 times Feyre’s age. Rhysand had warned him that he could keep a grudge unto death, but Tamlin didn’t realize that was quite so…literal.

As for Lucien, he had no one to blame but himself. He had pushed him away himself for fear that Lucien would choose to abandon him. It would hurt more if he left of his own volition. It was stupid, but this way at least Tamlin knew Lucien had still cared. Even if Lucien hadn’t come back in some time.

Self-pity did him no good, but it was difficult not to wallow in it. Tamlin stood up and walked out of the house. Some fresh air and sunshine would do him some good.

He was just about to shapeshift into his beast form when he heard heavenly voices. There was only one chorus that could make such a sound: the priestesses of Prythian.

They had returned to Spring.

Typically, the priestesses lived in Sangravah, but a certain number of priestesses were assigned to each of the courts. Tamlin hadn’t seen the priestesses here in ages. Oh how he longed to get closer…

He used to sneak up on the priestesses in cat form to listen to them sing. He had only ever been caught once, on one of the best and worst days of his life.

Well, he didn’t suppose the priestesses would wish to see him in his High Fae form, given the reputation the cursebreaker had worked to establish to his detriment. So, he shapeshifted into a cat, moving to sit in the trees nearby the priestesses singing.

“You see that?” A dusky priestess, who seemed to be the leader, said. “See how the land responds to our song? Your voices are magic, ladies. Come, let us sing again.”

Tamlin stretched out his little legs as he relaxed his body to listen to the songs. Ahhhh, so melodic. He ought to pull out his fiddle, speaking of. He hadn’t played in so long…

A stunning priestess with long red waves cascading down her back and eyes the color of the sea spotted him. Her expression turned shrewd as she whispered something to the other priestesses before breaking formation. Uh oh. Tamlin tried to run away, but the priestess grabbed him by the scruff of his neck so that he could not. This position was rather familiar. The female smiled at him before she whispered to him, “You make an adorable kitty, High Lord.”

Tamlin sheepishly shapeshifted back into his faerie body, fully aware that his cheeks were red as tomatoes. “I know you probably think I’m peeping at the ladies or something,” Tamlin mumbled, “but I just really love priestess music, I’ve been sneaking into their performances practically since I was born since I was rarely allowed to practice my music as a prince it was nice for me to see others living out their dreams, I swear-“

Then to his utter shock, the priestess burst out laughing. “You, a High Lord, are trying to explain yourself to me, a mere priestess, after I grabbed you by your neck.”

Tamlin shook his head in earnest. “I have utmost respect for all priestesses. The High Priestess Ianthe was once a close friend of mine, before…” he trailed off, because trusting Ianthe had been one of the biggest mistakes of his life.

The priestess studied him carefully from head to toe. After examining him, she shrugged. “You do not seem anything like I thought you would be.”

Tamlin raised a brow. “How did you think I would be?” The priestess shrugged, an impish grin spreading over her face. “More grumpy.”

The response was so blunt that Tamlin could not help it. He burst out laughing, bending over his knees as his stomach began to hurt and he began to wheeze. “I am afraid you know people who dislike me greatly. I cannot help their opinion of me. But I hope you will endeavor to form your opinion based on what you know, not what they tell you.”

The priestess smiled winningly at him, offering a hand. “My name is Gwyneth, by the way. It is a pleasure.” Tamlin stared at her hand blankly before Gwyneth sighed, slapping her hand against his and gripping his fingers, moving their hands up and down.

“That, my friend, is called a handshake,” Gwyneth tittered, pulling her hand away to begin braiding her hair back. What a horrifying thing a handshake was, Tamlin thought. “And my dear friend, who I shall not name, also told me that she would not be a very easy person to like when we first met. So I offer you the same thing I offered her: I do not need to be coddled. Only spoken to like a person.” Gwyneth’s grin was so infectious that Tamlin could not help but smile back.

“I am Tamlin, High Lord of Spring. Not long ago, I was the last High Lord standing strong against Amarantha. She demanded I submit to her, and when I refused, I was tasked with getting a human to fall in love with me before fifty years ended, after which I was to go to her under the mountain. After Rhysand spotted my human, the last hope of Prythian, Feyre in Spring, I feared for her life and sent her home. Meanwhile, I went under the mountain to face Amarantha, who desired me with her whole wicked heart. And take me she did, over and over, against my will. All because I refused to submit to her. And well, maybe I made mistakes after all of that. But nobody even gave me the chance to rectify them. No, the second I slipped a little bit, they shoved me off the side of the cliff.”

Gwyneth was staring at Tamlin like she understood everything he was talking about. She responded, “I am Gwyneth Berdara, a priestess of Prythian. I grew up in Sangravah and lived there until a couple of years ago when Hybern invaded my home. I helped smuggle the children out through a catacomb, but I was unable to escape for I was hiding the secret passageway when their soldiers came. They demanded I tell them where the children are, and when I refused, they killed my twin sister. Those soldiers plundered our homes, raped the ladies, including myself, combined with torture for days. After I was rescued and brought to Night, I spent a long time hiding in an underground library before my friends brought me into the light.”

Wow. They were so similar in so many ways…

Gwyneth reached her hand out again, grasping Tamlin’s in reassurance. “I do not think you are an irredeemable monster. I just think you need a friend.”

Tears began to flow into Tamlin’s eyes. He didn’t realize how much he needed to hear those words until Gwyneth spoke them to him. “Can I hug you?” Tamlin choked. In response, Gwyneth wrapped her arms around his neck, squeezing tightly.

“After your rehearsal,”. Tamlin murmured, “I could…show you my library. Also maybe play some fiddle for you, if you’d like.” Was that too forward? He was so far out of practice when it came to making friends. He hadn’t felt the need since Lucien…

Gwyneth, to his relief, laughed with glee. “That would be a delight, Tamlin.”

[beelsbignaturals]

🦂DEMON FORMS: ASMODEUS 💄

AN: Unfortunately, the concept of hypnosis is a major theme for my OCD so I can't really write him as creepy as I want to. Alas, I tried. Fucked up Asmo supremacy. also I was tryna keep this sfw in terms of *spicy* content bc thats for a different post hehehe. As always, feel free to check out my obey me world building tag for more demon headcanons and since con is over I can work on requests!

Inspiration for this part: literally everyone who has ever drawn Asmo with a scorpion tail like he DESERVES also @noecoded bc they have the BEST Asmo art ever. Also @princessasmosprincess has been such a major help in writing this! ily Michi 😘 thank u for letting me pick ur brain bby

TWs: Bugs (scorpions), mind manipulation, alcohol (part 4), vauge reference to nsfw stuff (part 3), demons being demons, body horror? Maybe?

● Level 1.5. you know, in the Percy Jackson books, how Aphrodite appears as whatever you think is most beautiful? Asmo is kinda like that. Not fully, but if you are more attracted to say, dark hair, he will have darker hair. (Cute note: if you fall in love with him for realsies, this stops happening, and you just see. Him.) Like Belphie, he is alot more… mental with how he freaks people out. Even without hypnotism, if he asks you to do something, you feel like you want to agree. Only Asmo can make you think taking out the garbage when it's his turn is YOUR idea. He glows under blacklights because… scorpion. His teeth look normal from a distance, but up close, you can see how sharp they are. His eyes shift through every possible color, changing each time he blinks. His pupils are heart shaped. He gets cold really easily and will make it everyone's problem.

"MC! I'm going to freeze to death, please, save me!" The overly dramatic Avatar of Lust drapes himself across your lap, intent of using you as a personal space heater. Nights in the Devildom just get so cold! His poor, beautiful heart can't handle the subzero temperatures! And of course the last argument between Levi and Mammon managed to complete destroy the heating system. So it's your solemn duty as Asmo's favorite human (don't tell Solomon) to keep him warm!

● Level 2. His nails get longer and sharper, and even when talking, it sounds like he's singing. If he actually starts singing, you will find yourself dancing or lulled into a false sense of security depending on the song. He actually caused the dancing plague this way! He is capable of using his carapace as a sort of natural corset, controlling each segment to give himself the desired silhouette. Somehow, Asmo is wonderful at knowing exactly what you desire. Not just in a sexual way, he can figure out your ambitions after one conversation. If he decides to talk to you, everything else will kind of...fade away. How can you focus on anything when his eyes fade from pink to purple to blue... What were you talking about again?

Asmo thought the house was empty, that it was safe for him to sing without consequence. Unfortunately, you came home early, which led to the awkward incident where you began dancing the moment you walked inside. At first, you thought you were hit by some curse, screaming in surprise as your body moves on its own. Hearing your shrieks, Asmo rushes downstairs, fussing over you. Luckily, you weren't under his spell long, so when he stopped singing, you stopped dancing. He was very apologetic after that.

● Level 3. He grows several extra limbs on his sides. They are small little insect legs that are basically useless. He likes to annoy his brothers by tickling them with his weird lil bug arms. But otherwise, Asmo is EXTREMELY self conscious about them because bugs aren't stereotypically cute. He can keep his wings bc they are cute. BUT HE ALSO HAS A SCORPION TAIL. The stinger is heart-shaped. It's adorable. It also has venom capable of making you so horny you die! Which is... slightly less adorable.

It was quite the sight, seeing Asmo, shirtless with several small arachnid limbs, covered in a hard exoskeleton as he chases Satan around the house, claiming he needs to be less grumpy. Satan threw a pillow at his brother, causing you to laugh. Bad move. Now Asmo has locked his eyes on his next target. You.

● Level 4. You know how so many Greek monsters are giant creatures with the face of a beautiful woman? That's Asmo. He has the body of a scorpion-if a scorpion was the size of a horse - and face so gorgeous, you might cry or go blind. He sings so sweetly to lure in prey. Basically, he's a siren-scorpion monster from hell! He usually won't take this form because, honestly, he thinks it's ugly. So for the most part you are only going to see a scorpion with Asmo's face scuttling around if he is feeling particularly emotional. Like when he gets a little bit too tipsy and his insecurities plague his mind.

It was rare Asmo would get properly drunk. At least the type of drunk where he is miserable. Usually it's a very... drunk girl in the club bathroom who just LOOOVES your shoes and wants to know who did your eyelash extensions 🥺 sort of energy. So hearing straight up wailing from his room after a long night at the Fall was...unexpected. What was even more surprising, was what you found when you opened his door to try and comfort the demon. A large scorpion with the head of the Avatar of Lust, standing in front of a broken mirror with mascara streaming down his face. You only hesitate a moment before making your presence known. Asmo starts to cry more, sobbing about how terrible he feels having you see him like this. In the form that he considers the definition of ugly. You are quick to reassure him, naming each thing you find beautiful about his more demonic looking self. Like the way his armored body catches the light, reflecting rainbows across each segment. Or how his stinger is heart shaped. Or the fact that even without proper hands, his hair and makeup is still flawless. Aside from minor damage due to his tears. Soon enough, you have a giant scorpion sleeping on your lap like an overgrown cat. You decide not to mention it in the morning.

[rockingrobin69]

I would love a trick. Thank you so much absolute fab of your writing 🫀🔥✨

Ho ho... hoe? no. Here's your trick dear!

Unnaturally Flaming

The Man Harry Didn’t Know was sitting on an armchair, one leg over the other, and had everyone’s eyes glued to his every last movement like some grotesque sort of tennis game, where the player was so hot the ball itself melted. He was wearing something incredibly short that looked like nothing in particular, a hint of a skirt and the loosest top, providing a generous view of his unbelievably long legs and his impossibly fit torso. He had a thin, black, expensive-looking tail and two elegant horns curving out of his long hair. What was worse, he was looking at him. Summoning with one long, delicate finger curling: Harry went without fully thinking it through, and stood there gaping like a fish. He forgot how to speak for five whole minutes.

The—revelation—laughed. “What’s your name, angel?”

“I’m Harry,” in a tiny voice he didn’t even recognise. Miles of ivory skin glimmered in a way that was actually, literally smoking, tiny little tendrils rising constantly as if it was on fire. The curve of his perfectly-sculptured shin was mesmerising. “Who—”

“Call me Draco,” said Draco. The way he moved made every muscle in Harry’s body tense. His long hair fanned over his shoulder, liquid almost and impossibly bright in the dim room. Worse were his eyes, molten silver, worse was his smile, sharp canines, sharpening.  

“Draco,” Harry murmured, just to say it out loud.

“It sounds heavenly coming out of your mouth,” Draco smirked, then offered his hand. “Well? Are you going to give me a tour of the place?”

Harry’s palm was sweaty and his fingers practically twitching. He took the hand, of course, what else, frantically fixing the plastic halo sticking at an odd angle on his head, helplessly drawing closer. “This is the living room,” with a grand gesture at the people, dancing or shouting the lyrics to Luna’s songs or drinking or whatever-ing, all so pale and lifeless in comparison to the man walking besides him. “Kitchen, Ron’s room over there, drinks, bathroom, foosball, and this,” throwing the door closed and then himself at it, already breathless, “is my room.”

“Lovely,” Draco grinned. “I like your bed. It seems sturdy.”

“Who are you?” Harry asked, belly so tight with desire he didn’t even recognise. “What would someone like—like you be—”

“I happen to love Halloween parties,” Draco sighed, rolling a lock of his hair on a finger. Harry’s blood burned, heart exploding in his chest with every beat: have to have him, have to—“Oh, my,” Draco said in a faux-concerned tone, giving Harry a look from under his impossibly-long eyelashes. “Are you all right, Harry? Your breathing’s gone so hard all of a sudden.”

Hard, he was, everything was so incredibly, maddeningly hard. Like thinking of, words, like forming a sente—lost it again when Draco came closer. Crowding Harry at the door, and he smelled like, like cinnamon, like sage and like fire. Harry gave out a whimper, so out of control he nearly burst: the touch of Draco’s hand on his skin was ice-cold, was pure bliss.

“Little darling,” Draco cooed, sprinkling tiny, teasing kisses on the bridge of his nose, the shell of his ear, the crook of his neck. “Do you want me to help?”

“H-help?”

Draco’s hand on his straining cock under the flimsy white toga made him actually squeal.

“Oh, baby. May I?”

Breathing was—Harry—kicked his head so hard on the door he was tearing up. “What are you,” he whispered, helpless hands wrapping around Draco’s waist, the tight black fabric of his skirt rich and slippery under his fingers. Crushing their bodies closer: “Are you real?”

Draco chuckled, a soft sound. “Have you dreamed of me before, Harry?”

“Not—not you. Nothing was ever like you.”

“Oh?” leaning closer with an almost-curious look. “What did you dream of, then, angel? Tell me. I can be anything you’d like. I can make all your—”

“What?” laughing, feeling a bit hysterical, “are you serious? You’re the most—Draco, if you don’t touch me right now I think I’ll go crazy.”

Draco hummed appreciatively. “Crazy,” he whispered. “And where would you like me to touch you? here?” hand running down his chest till it found a hardened nipple. “Or maybe—” breathing in Harry’s face, “Here?”

He was tickling him. This absolutely insane, gorgeous creature was tickling him, and Harry had no air and no thoughts and nothing at all but a sizzle of something raw and sweet, something destructive. Frantically he squirmed, then, with a sudden flash of all his long-melted strength, grabbed Draco by the hips and hoisted him up, laughing and shrieking in the air.

Deliriously, Harry threw them both on the bed (Draco wasn’t light at all and the best thing he’s ever had in his arms). For a moment he just crouched above him, enamoured and trying to commit this to memory, flushed cheeks and silky hair, sharp jaw and sharper nose. Grey eyes, molten silver, and a worse smile, roasting hot.

“What are you doing?” Draco asked in a sultry, impossible to bear voice. Harry was grinning too much for proper kisses, but he smacked his lips to Draco’s palm, hysterical and determined.

“What,” laughing now, “in mighty hell are you doing, angel?”

Harry shrugged, drunk on his Irn-Bru and Draco’s spicy cologne. “Is this okay?”

“I thought you had an urgent situation to attend to.”

Yeah, he was harder than he’d ever been in his life. Running his hand delicately down Draco’s collarbone: “Can I do this first?”

Draco sighed, made a show out of leaning back, with his hair now all over the pillow and his smile that gleamed even in the dark. “All yours,” he said, and Harry died a little. It was all—everything was so—ensnared and delirious with it Harry leaned forward and kissed him. Draco tasted of smoke, of metal, of cinnamon, and Harry pledged in his heart: his.

[imhereformr]

Saw this. Thought it seemed fun to share the opinions I have that none of you asked for. I'd credit the original creator of it, but I found like 5 people claiming it's theirs 🤷🏻‍♀️

Favourite character: Musa

I feel like this one needs little explaining.

She's been my favourite since I was 9/10 (which, yes, was in 2004 when the show first came out). I'm pretty sure Musa had a major influence on my current taste in women (that is, dark haired tomboys)

Least favourite character: Faragonda

I've got issues with this shady bitch. She acts like she's all for helping her students and then turns around and keeps major secrets from them. Not to mention she sends teenagers on death missions (Saladin gets a pass on this cause that's literally what his students are at Red Fountain to do and Griffin doesn't do it cause she's a queen).

All in all, fuck this woman and her fake-ass grandma attitude.

Favourite villain: Darcy

Yes, specifically Darcy. Stormy is close behind, but I just don't like Icy enough for the trix as a whole to be my favourite.

Darcy not only has, by far, the coolest powers on this show but she's also the most interesting villain. Whereas all the other villains are obviously in it for power or for fun (looking at you, Stormy), it seems like Darcy isn't quite as set on power. She's putting in the effort, but I feel like, if it weren't for Icy (mostly) and Stormy, she would never have seeked out that power.

But also her character design is beautiful. I mean, the 70s aesthetic… amazing.

Least favourite villain: Tritannus

I just really don’t like looking at him.

Also I feel like his story is weak af. Just give him some land (water?) to be duke of or something.

Also also that Tritannus/Icy thing 🤢

Most overrated: Flora

BEFORE YOU SEND ME ANGRY MESSAGES: I do not HATE Flora.

I just don’t understand why people love her so much. I just don't think she’s interesting enough. Canon Flora is boring. She has no spice. All of her flavour comes from what the fans have made of her.

Fanon Flora, love her dearly. Canon Flora, equivalent to flour (heh, get it? Flour, Flower).

Most underrated: Timmy

A king.

This man does not get the love and appreciation he deserves. Not only is he brilliant, he is also adorably nerdy, he is kind, he is loyal, he is patient, he is a god-tier boyfriend, he is a lovable and honest friend. 

TLDR: He is too good and pure for this world.

If you dislike this man, kindly remove yourself from my page. That shit will not be tolerated. This is a no Timmy slander area.

Favourite season: Season 2

This season holds both some of my least favourite episodes as well as my most favourites. We’ve got an interesting relationship, me and season 2.

That being said, it holds a special place in my heart. Mainly because of the Musa/Riven development, but also the addition of Aisha.

Least Favourite season: Season 5

I only picked season 5 because i don’t think ive ever seen season 6 or 7 fully. I’ve seen parts of season 6 (the ones that pertained to Musa and Riven), but I don’t think that’s enough for me to judge it properly.

Season 5 is just bad all around: mediocre villain, juvenile, probably some bad Bloom/Sky drama that I blocked from memory, that infuriating episode where they forced Tecna and Timmy to go on a irl date, that stupid ass plot where Musa thought Riven was cheating on her, the fucking ridiculous Helia/Flora/Krystal drama.

Favourite fairy form: Enchantix

Beautiful. Classic. Ethereal.

Least favourite fairy form: Sirenix

The Sirenix song, an absolute bop. Sirenix itself, hard no. It’s just… 🤮🤮

Now, again, I am not considering season 6 and 7 as I haven’t seen them properly. Butterflix is a strong contender for least favourite, though.

Favourite episode: Season 2 Episode 15 – The Show Must Go On (Magic in My Heart in 4kids)

Musa performing for the first time in the show. Musa and her dad starting to work on their relationship. Riven putting himself out of his comfort zone for Musa. It’s beautiful 🥲🥲🥲

Least favourite episode: Season2 Episode 9 – Professor Avalon’s Secret (The Angel of Doom in 4kids)

The one where Tecna trades in her base fairy form's hat for a tinfoil hat.

This episode gives me so much secondhand embarrassment.

Favourite couple: Musa and Riven

I mean…. Yeah, obviously.

Least favourite couple: Aisha and Roy

Nabu should never have died

But he did and I have begrudgingly accepted that

BUT FFS LET AISHA MOURN. You made Nabu her soulmate, made them literally perfect together, killed him, made her rage for A SINGLE episode, be sorta sad for the rest of season 4 and the BOOM! Season 5 happens and she’s basically forgotten Nabu ever existed

NO! NON! JE REFUSE! C’EST D’LA CRISS DE MARDE. NON. NON. NON. NON. NON.

Also Roy’s hair looks like a highlighter. Like, y’all make fun of onion boy's hair (as do I because seriously why the fuck is with Riven's hair design), but this man looks like an office supply that has a single use. Onions are not only good to cook with in almost every single recipe in existence (barring desserts) (I am a very bad cook, so do not question me on this) (I am a great baker though, so I know for a fact that onions and dessert is a no no). but they’re also great for throwing at people!

Favourite sidekicks: The Specialists

Look me in the eyes and tell me you believe these idiots are anything more than sidekicks to their girlfriends.

If you said yes, ask yourself if you can remember them going on a single mission without it being to assist the winx since season 1? No. That’s right. You can’t.

These pretty boys exist solely to assist their girlfriends on missions and be eye candy. That’s it. That’s their purpose in life and they are excelling at it.

Least favourite sidekick: The pets

I hate the pixies, but they had their funny moments. These things on the other hand are abso-fucking-lutely useless.

[shuniverse]

day three ;; christopher chan bang

the month had come - the month you got to celebrate who you were, and are.

but, it was also yours and chris’ first pride month together. and, while you knew chris was a super supportive guy, one of the best allies you knew, you still were nervous to finally tell him.

and so, using his favorite form of expression - music - you put together a little number that you worked on for about a little over a week, and you were ever so nervous to show him.

so, you were practically a puddle of sweat when he unlocked your apartment door, letting himself in after what you assumed was another long day at work.

he smiled, though, seeing you on the couch with your laptop on the coffee table. but it faded to a look of confusion and concern when he noticed how nervous you looked.

“baby? what’s the matter?”

only after hearing his voice, soothing in all its chris ways, did you look up.

“oh, hey channie! uh, I.. have something I’ve been working on, wanna hear it?”

he cocked his head, still confused as ever, but nodded and smiled nonetheless. “sure, baby.”

he walked over and plopped down next to you, kissing your bare shoulder before resting his head on it.

you took a deep breath, and handed him the headphones.

he looked surprised, seeing as what you were about to have him listen to was a song, his usual area of expertise. “wait, you made a song?”

you nodded. “yeah, I.. hope it isn’t too horrible.”

he let out a breathy laugh, sitting up and placing the headphones on his head. “I’m sure it’s great baby- now, let’s have a listen, yeah?”

you nodded, and pressed play.

the first 50 seconds were full of different guitars and drums, as well as lyrics alluding to your message.

til, of course, it finally came out fully.

literally, it seems.

his eyes widened, before he paused it, removed the headphones and placed them down before turning to you and holding your hands close to his chest, and you could see little tears prick his eyes.

“baby, are you.. coming out to me?”

you nodded shyly, keeping your gaze away from him, but he held your face and when you looked back up you could see a pretty smile on his face.

“oh, honey, I love you so much.” he pressed a kiss to your forehead. “baby, I actually consider myself lucky.”

you raised an eyebrow in confusion. “why, channie?”

“because out of all the people you could be with, you picked me and I’m so so grateful for that. ooh hey want me to make a song about you?”

you laughed and pressed a kiss to his nose. “anything you want, channie.”

;;-;;

hope you enjoyed day three!

I love channie with my soul and I just know for a fact he’d be the most supportive guy out there if someone came out to him

I love him so much 😔

anyways as always, stay safe and I hope u enjoyed !

- alice <3

[leofrith]

black sails anne bonny for the niche asks!

OH HELL YEAAAAAAAAAH!!!! she's so cool fucked up and interesting. i'm not sure i have a fully formed opinion of her yet but i'll do my very best 😇

a song that reminds me of them: i haven't been into black sails for long enough to reach my making character playlists stage of brain rot but after a very brief search i think post traumatic love by actors could be about her if i do enough mental gymnastics about it.

what they smell like: copper and sea water

an otp: max and jack. together or separate doesn't matter. ot3 of all time.

a notp: her and whoever the fuck her husband was. good riddance bitch!!!!

favorite platonic/familial relationships: charles i guess?? also her brief little frenemy team up with eleanor was extremely funny agdfhasf

a headcanon that is popular in the fandom but that i disagree with: i haven't been around long enough to see any headcanons really, least of all for anne, so any answer i come up with for this is going to be me literally inventing a guy to get mad at. which is exactly what i'm gonna do now 🤪 but based on when this show first came out and what i know of fandom spaces at the time, i'm going to guess that a lot of people on this here hellsite would have pointed at early s1 anne and said she is a prime example of "woman character written by a man" syndrome and that she's suffering from a serious case of internalized misogyny/homophobia. which i really don't think is the case at all and i think her initial, loud contempt for max is way more rooted in her being forced to consider her own individual identity separate from her relation to jack, perhaps for the very first time since she met him. and i think that when i first tried to watch this at the tail end of high school, i was a bit put off by anne's character because i fell into the former category. but i'm quite a bit more media literate now than i was back then. so yeah!!

the position they sleep in: alone? on her side with a hand on the knife under her pillow. with a very trusted partner? she's the little spoon. that scene when she's fast asleep between jack and max i'm telling youuuu.

a crossover au i’d love to see them in: i feel like black sails isn't something i would be super interested in crossing with another piece of media to be honest? but this cast as space pirates in star wars could be fun i guess! but also anne and jack as jaeger pilots. hello.

my favorite outfit they’ve ever worn: i do love her look in the s3 finale when they're sneaking aboard that english ship, especially because we so rarely see her without some sort of headgear. also her head scarf road bandit look when they're breaking jack out of the caravan. muah. anne i am free on thursday hiiiiiiii

send me a character and i will answer these questions!

[joshuadiazzz]

'figuring it out' thank you's

First and foremost, I want to say that I am extremely excited to get to write these “thank you’s” down. I remember as a kid, looking through the CD booklets of my favorite albums and being fascinated by all the people that contributed to the record or just helping the artist along the way. So let’s get these credits going.

Special thanks to

Gerald Bailey, Max Davis, Martina Cohran, Rosy Aguilar, Amy (The Social Worker at the Lutz Building), Ms. Coller (for being one of the most encouraging vocal teacher ever), Ms. Lattimore, Paige Kizer, Megan Esther (Paige and Megan being the two best music tutors that genuinely helped me and were rooting for me during every tutoring session), Mr. David Grant, Mr. Harvey, Mr. Crawford.

To the people who helped me bring this little EP to life and have put in their “granito de arena”:

Nikki Pacheco, thank you so much for being the best manager I could ever ask for. I absolutely appreciate every single thing you have done to help me over the past couple of months. I have never worked with a manager before so for you to be the first, I was absolutely ecstatic!!! Thank you for believing in me. Here’s to our future growth and achievements!!!

Edson Marca, for literally opening your doors to your house the entire month of July 2022 and giving me a space to just create.

Jordan Siwek, for the lovely chord progression I stumbled upon in the fall of 2021 that later contributed to the base for “a love that never was”. 

Val Morales, for being the best human and person who accompanied me during the first two (very formative) years of college. Your friendship and your wisdom is something I continue to carry with me to this day. Thank you!

Khalif, for stepping inside that one studio session I had with Val for “good enough for u” during its early stages of conception. Despite not having met you prior to that encounter, I was extremely fascinated by your ear when it came to harmonies, and for you have added some “ooh’s’  (alongside Val) underneath my song’s chorus?!? mind-blowing in the best way possible. 

Ivy-Jolie Camacho, IVY!!!! Prior to “outta the blue”, the number of times we would talk about songwriting together was insane. I’m so glad that we got to create something that one very special Friday and how working with you, took me out of my comfort zone as a songwriter (in the best way possible). 

Abdiel Diaz, for being the missing puzzle piece to “good enough for u”. Having the song fully written and produced back in the winter of 2022, I was in search of a guitarist for the LONGEST TIME but was too afraid to ask anyone since they were all busy or unavailable. So for you to add your guitar-playing skills and add that missing element (because I do in fact sing, “How do you manage to strum each string on my heart, like when you play your guitar”), made it feel complete. So thank you.  

Ambercita, for shooting the amazing cover art and the headshots that form what is the “figuring it out” aesthetic. Being able to work with a photographer for the first time was such a great experience but also being able to step into your world and see the behind-the-scenes process and see you in your element, is truly inspiring. 

Additionally…

To my band, Sumar Suliman, Daniel Rovinsky, Nate Freedman & Stephen Ryan. Thank you for bringing my songs to life on stage, especially ‘good enough for u’. I sound like a broken record whenever I say this but I am truly grateful for each and every one of you that was willing to help me, rehearse with me, and as I said previously, bring my songs to life. You truly don’t understand how meaningful it is for you guys to be the first instrumentalists I got to form a band with. 

To Nicole Nicolalde, for showing me what a true performer looks like on stage. I knew I had it in me but seeing you perform gave me reassurance that I too can display my performer self on stage (no longer a bedroom-my-hairbrush-as-a-mic performer). Also for sharing so much wisdom with me about what it takes to do so. Te quiero. 

To both Kacie and Maggie for giving me so much advice regarding forming my own band. It was something that I wanted for a really long time and wanted to be a part of one so so badly. But receiving so much insight from you both absolutely helped me when the day came that I had my people, my band, with me. 

and to Avi Nathan, for performing with Abdiel and me at the open mic back in February on such short notice. The way I gave you the rhythm chart just HOURS before the open mic happened… insanity. Thank you for helping me out and taking the time to do that with me.

To you, the listener. Thank you for giving my music a chance to be heard by you. I hope that you continue to follow me along on this journey of mine and get to witness my continuous growth. I promise it’ll be worth it.

and to Britney Spears, Ariana Grande, Mariah Carey, Beyoncé, Brandy, Whitney Houston, Kehlani, Selena Quintanilla-Pérez, Lady Gaga, Janet Jackson, and Omar Apollo for all inspiring me as a songwriting, vocalist, producer, and performer <3 (because why not)

and to all my friends that I’ve made along the way and have supported and believed in me. To all the friends that were willing to collaborate on songs with me and step into each other's worlds, I value you and I am grateful for you.

[eightypercentjack-blog]

I really love this post because for whatever reason Frenchie as a character overall, and Kimchie as such an interesting and adorable pairing, have been a gigantic comfort to me during recent bleak times. I also love to overthink, overanalyse and daydream about things so when you invited comments and I saw this opportunity for those things to combine I completely ran with it! They, both individually and together, have become some of my favourite characters of all time from anything. So, between that fact and an entire night of insomnia......!

What would have happened if Little Nina hadn’t kidnapped Frenchie? We saw those secret smiles on Kimiko and Frenchie’s faces. I want to see the conversation that happened when he came back from his quiet freak out at the coffee machine.

Me too! Although the moment they finally kiss properly at the end of S4 is so gorgeous I’m ultimately glad we had to wait. The scene after he’s kidnapped and Kimiko starts to fear she’s somehow upset him by kissing him and that he isn’t coming back makes me so sad, she looks so lost and concerned and of course we know he would never have been mad at her, would certainly never have left her and I’m always relieved when she gets grabbed too because I can’t wait for her to know that he didn’t abandon her. I think if he’d had the chance to go back he would have let that little smile that was starting to show fully form and he’d have gone back to her looking happy. Things would have been awkward initially for sure but I think he would have reassured her it was unexpected but fine and they would have talked about what they mean to each other and maybe they would have still been scared at that point to risk changing what they had by going down that path but I think it would have been a really sweet start of them realising they could be more and taking it very slowly but steadily from that point on.

Why did Frenchie leave after Kimiko kissed him? Was he overwhelmed? Scared? Did he not feel that way at the time?

I think he was just shocked, I think it’s easy for the audience to forget that we see the song and dance routine, we get to see and hear how she really feels about him but none of that happens for Frenchie. He is literally just sat there listening to music with her and worrying about Nina and then boom, she suddenly kisses him completely out of nowhere. The last time he tried to get closer to her that way it was awful timing and she violently rejected him, he’s worked on building this beautiful bond of trust and care between them ever since but we have to assume he didn’t expect anything else to happen and was never going to make a first move again regardless. So I think he’s just totally taken aback and needs to leave to process what just happened. I think maybe he is a little scared at that moment too, he nearly lost her, he’s being threatened, he’s never had a connection so pure before and it’s so sacred to him….so I think the poor guy just needed a moment to process.

How the hell did they get back to the office after escaping Nina? Frenchie was butt naked and in rough shape. Kimiko was in a hospital gown, covered in blood. Cherie was not much better. That must have been an interesting Uber ride.

I wonder about this all the time and can’t deny I very much wish there was fanfic of it! That moment where she unlocks him and he’s still naked and she’s still drenched in blood must have been very strange and intense. And it would have taken time as well, she didn’t have her powers back so breaking the bike lock would have required much more thought and effort. I always imagine it would have been a traumatically tender moment and they must have sought out whatever they could cover themselves with initially.

What is Frenchie’s famous cassoulet recipe?

This I can’t help with since unlike Frenchie I absolutely suck at cooking :D

In season 1, they are running for their lives, hiding from Vought in this safe house. At what point was Frenchie like, “Ah yes, this is the perfect time to bake madeleines with this feral girl. Add eggs, flour, and butter to the supplies list.”?

I love this!! I guess while they’re lying low and wondering where Hughie was they had some time to kill and Frenchie opted for the comfort tactic he describes in S2. The ‘port in the storm’. I think it’s just one of his natural instincts (and one of his less controversial ones!) and something he thinks will bring some peace and order in the middle of chaos. I think as well it’s a way of opening up communication since he can teach her and she can learn from him and she can realise that he’s a safe space for her.

In a bonus scene is Season 2, Frenchie tells Cherie that he would never sleep with Kimiko. Was he lying to her? Or lying to himself?

Firstly, I’m extremely glad they deleted that scene. Everything about it is kind of awkward and would have had an impact on everything after – they could have explained it but it would have just made things more complicated. But to answer, I think that he’s lying to himself but he doesn’t even know he’s lying to himself at that point if that makes sense. I think initially he really believes that this is something so magical and special that behaving how he has with so many others would somehow ruin that indefinable chemistry between them so he’s committed to not even exploring it. But I absolutely don’t think that’s the same as him not having feelings for her from the start. I think he’s declaring to himself/Cherie that he ‘wouldn’t sleep with her’ because he’s very much already thought about it.

When exactly did Kimiko figure out what “mon coeur” means?

It dawned on me the other day that he is so wonderfully fluent in KSL by S4 that they must spend HOURS together with her teaching him. It’s not like a spoken language he can go away and learn in his own time, or an established language he can learn from other people. He can literally only learn it directly from close physical proximity with Kimiko. So much of their bonding and joy and shared experience must come from that and I wish we saw a lot more of it. I think we can assume that she learns the meaning towards the end of S2 or during S3, if I was her it would be the first thing I’d ask him. But does he downplay the significance of it? Does he have some explanation for why he felt compelled to call her his heart a day after meeting her? I guess we’ll never know but that moment where she tells him she sees the same in him when we know she must understand the meaning at that point is so beautiful. And I think he’s so oblivious to what she’s really saying there because she’s saying she sees the good in him because of how he treats her but she’s also basically saying he is her heart in return. So cute.

He still looks totally cute but I would like to understand the reasoning behind Frenchie’s very elaborate, kitten whisker-y facial hair in Season 4. Choices were made!

I call his look in S4 ‘stubble slices’ and I absolutely love them! I think they look so good, especially in that final episode. I think the reasoning really was probably just that they looked cool af.

Speaking of, he spent a not insignificant amount of time in prison. Why does he look so hot and perfectly groomed? When Butcher sprang him from prison, did he let Frenchie stop by his apartment to do a line up before his reunion with Kimiko?

Very good question but I think it’s just impossible for him to not look hot. This man looks cute as hell with a skunk cut, zebra pants and a weird mustard gilet thing in S3. He’s just that ridiculously beautiful.

Are Frenchie and Kimiko roommates? If they are roommates I want a whole season of domestic scenes with these two.

No, I think we see that they aren’t but I too would love domestic scenes of them, would honestly happily watch a show just about them.

Do they share clothes?

In the first episodes she’s in she’s wearing what we can assume are his clothes till she starts wearing her own stuff after they go to the motel. And in S4 after he chops off her leg she’s sat with his jacket around her (adorable) so I think they probably still do/still would.

Does Cherie come over to hang out? I’ve always been curious about how Kimiko feels about her.

I don’t know how often they saw her but I guess we can assume Kimiko has some kind of positive perception of Cherie because she trusts her to give her the hit jobs in S2 and to not tell Frenchie about it. I think she’s probably glad he has this constant in his life, someone he can always turn to besides her. I also really love that despite how deeply he feels about Kimiko, when they’re all kidnapped by Little Nina, he refuses to choose between the two women and absolutely wants to protect them both. I think from that Kimiko can see how genuinely loyal he is and how much he cares about people in his life.

When they came to M.M.’s apartment after escaping Nina, did they stop by Costco to pick up a bottle of Kirkland Signature whiskey or did they already own it?

Based on my experiences working the alcohol and cigarette kiosk in a shop for 8 years when I was younger, I think they stopped by Costco and rocked up to the counter in a total state and the cashier just rolled with it.

When exactly did they fall for each other? And when did they each come to the realization that they were in love with the other? I feel like we were a tiny bit cheated out of some scenes of unrequited sexual tension because Eric Kripke dragged his feet about these two getting together for too long. (And my theory is up until the beginning of this season, he only caved because the chemistry was undeniable and the fans wanted it.)

Had to complete the rest and come back to this one last! This point corresponds to some of my absolute favourite aspects of Frenchie and Kimiko. One of these is that Tomer and Karen have such absolutely stratospheric natural chemistry that it defied whatever the writers wrote down, or whatever they intended. I think the crew even talk about it, even Kripke talked about it as well I think, that they realised they’d managed to cast two people who physically cannot seem like they don’t absolutely adore each other whether they’re supposed to be indicating that or not. I’ve never seen a human look at another human with more love than whenever he looks at her and they’re only playing characters on a show. Another of my absolute favourite Kimchie aspects is that, while Kripke was there trying to insist they were ‘just friends’, whoever runs the Amazon Prime youtube account was unashamedly shipping Kimchie to their heart’s content and doing stuff like calling them ‘couple goals’ and producing videos on their tips for a great relationship three seasons before they were ever officially together. I salute you Amazon Prime for being the biggest Kimchie stans of all of us! Similarly, Karen especially was just so blatantly Team Kimchie and it was adorable.

But…I don’t know that at least some of the writing team didn’t *always* envision them together. When Frenchie very first sees Kimiko, it’s moments after they have him mock M.M. for being a devoted one-woman man. The next thing we know he’s distancing himself from Cherie, not really showing interest in anyone else, risking his life for her and going on a mission to learn an unofficial sign language from scratch. They have Kimiko put her tongue in his mouth the minute she thinks she’s cured from the V and could have a ‘normal’ relationship. In that much-misinterpreted ‘we’re family’ scene, they slow dance to a love song while she rubs his arm muscles. Cause I came to the show so late I have never been so confused as when I became aware of there being a scene that people thought ruined their hopes of it being romantic and then getting to that moment and being like ‘this scene, really THIS scene!?’ Because I have never seen two characters more obviously in love in my life than in that specific scene. And Kripke himself, who I’m very familiar with as a Supernatural fan, claimed all this platonic stuff then personally directed their perfectly written, dreamily soundtracked finale kiss complete with cute touches like the focus on her going up on her toes to reach his lips. I think they dithered and weren’t sure how to execute it all but I think at least some of the team were Kimchie stans themselves from day one.

Speaking of that, I think the short answer is that they were always in love, they just didn’t know that’s what it was. The moment he meets her is framed so much as basically love at first sight. He goes from not knowing her to absolutely devoted in mere hours. And it might seem less explicit from Kimiko’s side but from day one she never hurts him even when her emotions are flying. She grabs his hand for comfort and clarity multiple times despite being in this super frightened, feral state. I personally like to think that near the end of S2 when she asks him to dance that she starts to realise she has or could fall in romantic love with him and then by the dance routine in S3 I think she feels for a second she could have a normal life and she wants to share it with him. And I think she’s utterly in love with him from that point on, including during the family scene and everything else (they don’t even try to show her not be in my opinion) but there’s way bigger things going on, she still has so much guilt to overcome etc so she buries it and pretends she’s ok seeing him with someone else. Then I think with him it really is a case of it’s always been there but he just hasn’t known what it is because he’s loved people dearly before, including Cherie and Jay, but from what he says we can guess he’s never been *in love*, he’s never had someone who was ‘The One’. I think he’s scared of that, terrified to ruin it, terrified to lose her, ashamed of the darkest parts of his past. And then at the end of S4 when she’s like ‘dude, I know your sins, I know the world might end but I want you’ I think he takes a beat and finally lets himself take the risk and be loved back.

Did Kimiko really sleep with the Jitterbean barista or was she just overcompensating?

I personally think she totally made that up, and I think he also totally thinks she made that up. I think those scenes where she’s drunk are so well done, she’s in that perfectly relatable middle ground between genuinely wanting him to be happy even if it’s not with her but maybe also seeing an opportunity to try and make him jealous because she so blatantly wants him and neither the characters nor the writers were fooling anyone.

How does Frenchie know the signs for “penis” and “vagina?” I can’t see Kimiko needing to use those words with her brother. So did she and Frenchie create those signs together? And how did it come up in the first place???

I guess it depends exactly how KSL works, maybe it’s possible to figure out what those words would be in the language once you know enough of it. And I guess as the only speaker of it she probably wanted a word for everything she might ever need to say. But also since we know they must have spent lots of time talking together in order for him to become fluent we can assume they spent time talking about Frenchie’s past, including Cherie and Jay, and the need for signs meaning penis and vagina probably came up pretty quickly in that context!

Frenchie was totally in a throuple with Cherie and Jay, right?

Speaking of, yes, absolutely

Will Frenchie now act extra territorial around Kimiko when they get coffee? He doesn’t strike me as a jealous guy but I could see him making an exception for her.

I agree, he’s not the jealous type at all and I don’t think that would change necessarily but he is extremely protective so I could see him maybe acting in a way people might perceive as jealousy at some point when really it’s just that he’s so devoted to her

Will Frenchie take Compound V?

I think if it was a choice between losing Kimiko and taking V he would take it but I really kind of love the idea that the drug addict ends up being the one character that never touches it

After he sawed off Kimiko’s leg, did he spend the rest of the day carrying her around while she healed?

We know he sat her down and wrapped his jacket around her to comfort her while she healed which is so sweet. But her limbs grow back so quickly he probably didn’t need to do that much. Love how easily he picked her up though when it happened.

What happened to Frenchie’s mother? How did he escape his father?

This is something I’ve thought about as well, I guess we assume that he never saw his beloved Mama again which is so sad. He really did have one of the worst childhoods/backstories of any character in the show and I love that we get to see the contrast between an abusive childhood resulting in someone like Homelander or the worst parts of Butcher, but also in someone who ends up full of so much empathy and tenderness and who desperately wants to undo and atone for his sins. I think we can guess that he escaped his father either by fleeing to America or by Little Nina taking him off his father’s hands. Or just by him eventually being old enough to outrun his father. Perhaps his father died, but if he did I don’t think we’ve been given any indication that Frenchie would have killed him.

Why does Frenchie know so much about bombs and bioweapons?

I think a combination of him being naturally very smart and very curious, and realising that he would need some kind of skill to survive. When they got into robbing banks he probably realised it gave him a unique gift to offer in comparison to most thieves, and especially when it came to potentially taking down Supes.

How did he end up moving to The States? How did he become friends with Cherie and Jay? I feel like I could watch multiple seasons of a Frenchie prequel.

I would also love a Frenchie prequel. I think we could imagine so many ways this went down and I absolutely love the ‘Frenchie episode’ in the hospital where we see so much of his backstory.

How is Kimiko going to get out of prison? How will she rescue Frenchie? And how will he react when he finally hears her voice?

I think one thing we know for sure is that she will be devastated, furious and she will want her man back asap so she’ll move heaven and hell to rescue him. I think we’ll see her truly get to use her powers to fight for him as she describes in S3. Because so many people didn’t initially realise that she speaks in the scene where he’s taken away I like the idea of a scene where he doesn’t initially realise either. He’s just so happy to see her and speak to her it doesn’t dawn on him she’s using her voice and then as he slowly realises I think he would be shocked but so happy and proud. I really really want as much happiness as possible for these two, I truly don’t care who else has to die for them to get their happy ending at this point (though I am super soft-hearted and would ideally like to see all the Boys survive, with maybe the exception of Butcher because sacrifice and finally resting for good really makes sense for his character arc).

24 unanswered Frenchie and Kimiko questions

What would have happened if Little Nina hadn’t kidnapped Frenchie? We saw those secret smiles on Kimiko and Frenchie’s faces. I want to see the conversation that happened when he came back from his quiet freak out at the coffee machine.

Why did Frenchie leave after Kimiko kissed him? Was he overwhelmed? Scared? Did he not feel that way at the time?

How the hell did they get back to the office after escaping Nina? Frenchie was butt naked and in rough shape. Kimiko was in a hospital gown, covered in blood. Cherie was not much better. That must have been an interesting Uber ride.

What is Frenchie’s famous cassoulet recipe?

In season 1, they are running for their lives, hiding from Vought in this safe house. At what point was Frenchie like, “Ah yes, this is the perfect time to bake madeleines with this feral girl. Add eggs, flour, and butter to the supplies list.”?

In a bonus scene is Season 2, Frenchie tells Cherie that he would never sleep with Kimiko. Was he lying to her? Or lying to himself?

When exactly did Kimiko figure out what “mon coeur” means?

He still looks totally cute but I would like to understand the reasoning behind Frenchie’s very elaborate, kitten whisker-y facial hair in Season 4. Choices were made!

Speaking of, he spent a not insignificant amount of time in prison. Why does he look so hot and perfectly groomed? When Butcher sprang him from prison, did he let Frenchie stop by his apartment to do a line up before his reunion with Kimiko?

Are Frenchie and Kimiko roommates? If they are roommates I want a whole season of domestic scenes with these two.

Do they share clothes?

Does Cherie come over to hang out? I’ve always been curious about how Kimiko feels about her.

When they came to M.M.’s apartment after escaping Nina, did they stop by Costco to pick up a bottle of Kirkland Signature whiskey or did they already own it?

When exactly did they fall for each other? And when did they each come to the realization that they were in love with the other? I feel like we were a tiny bit cheated out of some scenes of unrequited sexual tension because Eric Kripke dragged his feet about these two getting together for too long. (And my theory is up until the beginning of this season, he only caved because the chemistry was undeniable and the fans wanted it.)

Did Kimiko really sleep with the Jitterbean barista or was she just overcompensating?

How does Frenchie know the signs for “penis” and “vagina?” I can’t see Kimiko needing to use those words with her brother. So did she and Frenchie create those signs together? And how did it come up in the first place???

Frenchie was totally in a throuple with Cherie and Jay, right?

Will Frenchie now act extra territorial around Kimiko when they get coffee? He doesn’t strike me as a jealous guy but I could see him making an exception for her.

Will Frenchie take Compound V?

After he sawed off Kimiko’s leg, did he spend the rest of the day carrying her around while she healed?

What happened to Frenchie’s mother? How did he escape his father?

Why does Frenchie know so much about bombs and bioweapons?

How did he end up moving to The States? How did he become friends with Cherie and Jay? I feel like I could watch multiple seasons of a Frenchie prequel.

How is Kimiko going to get out of prison? How will she rescue Frenchie? And how will he react when he finally hears her voice?

[cry1ng0v3rsp1ll3dm1lk]

it’s embarrassing to admit that what’s prevented me from journaling for so long is that i hate hand-writing. my fingers always cramp (i don’t think i was ever taught how to correctly hold a pencil), and the sentences that are fully formed in my brain can never make it to the paper fast enough before i forget them.

it’s also embarrassing to admit that i used to feel pressure to keep a physical journal for aesthetic reasons (i really envy my friends’ makeshift scrapbooking skills and Virginia Woolf-esque handwritten love letters)

i spend way too much time feeling embarrassed in general. i literally don’t let myself just enjoy things!!! “vienna” by billy joel came on in the coffee shop this morning, and i thought to myself, “i love this song. how embarrassing.” and like yeah ok maybe billy joel is a little cliché and embarrassing but then i hear him say, “but then if you're so smart, well, tell me why are you still so afraid?”

and in this moment nobody has ever understood me like billy joel does. and it doesn’t matter if everyone else in the world thinks this song was written for them because maybe it was, maybe it was written for all of us. and that’s what feels so embarrassing about it—that it’s so universally relatable and it’s not “cool” to be like everybody else. but maybe i am just like everybody else and maybe we’re all just like each other and we keep denying it over and over again because it’s easier to be alone than to be loved and understood.

[kitten4sannie]

【Ｈｉｄｅ ａｎｄ Ｓｅｅｋ】

Boyfriend! Yunho x Fem! Reader 

Genre: smut

Summary: You and Yunho play your favorite game together. 

W.C: 5.2k

Warnings: *possibly triggering content*,established relationship, role playing, hard/soft? dom! Yunho, sub! reader, cnc, pet names, name calling, degradation, size kink, filthy dialogue, manhandling, rope play, fingering, biting, pain kink, blood play, forced orgasm, hair pulling, praise, oral (giving), deep throating, overstimulation, brief use of the color system, rough (unprotected) sex, brief use of a gag

Author's Note: Hope you all are enjoying the spooky season 🖤 I’m literally never going to recover from the picture of Yunho I used, like are we seeing him??? Mark me down as scared and horny dhskshdj. Also, I’ll be posting the teaser for my last spooky fic on the 23rd :) Enjoy 🖤

Song Recs: Running Up That Hill by Placebo, Bound by Key, and Angel by Massive Attack

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You came home after a long day at work, unlocking the front door and slowly pushing it open with your palm, letting out a sigh. You froze for a second, noticing that every light was off inside the house, despite knowing that your boyfriend was home already. “Oh boy…” you murmured to yourself, eyes slowly adapting to the surrounding darkness. 

After kicking off your heels near the door, you walked up to the kitchen table, noticing there was a note that Yunho must have left for you. You brought it up to your face and held your phone up near it, using the light from the screen to read what he had scribbled on it. 

You have two minutes to hide :) Then I’m gonna come find you ♡ 

A small, sheepish smile formed on your face, as you tossed the note back down onto the table, a noticeable knot forming tightly inside your stomach. It was finally the night you had been looking forward to all month; the night where you and Yunho would play a little game of hide and seek, only if he caught you, he was allowed to do whatever he felt like doing to you.

To add to the excitement, Yunho never told you when he wanted to play; he only made it obvious by turning all the lights off in the house, like he had done just minutes ago. This resulted in you always coming home with butterflies in your stomach, eager to experience the game again, but never knowing when he’d initiate it. 

You set your work bag down onto the kitchen table, using two fingers to pull your hair free from the hair tie you had on. Sighing gently, you took a few extra seconds to prepare yourself mentally for what was awaiting you. 

Once you were in an appropriate headspace, you began to walk down the hallway, the tips of your fingers feeling tingly. Taking in a deep breath, you quietly made your way up the stairs, only stopping when you made it to the banister. You looked down at your phone, realizing a minute had already gone by. 

“Shit…” you whispered to yourself, eyes darting back and forth between the left and right side of the hallway, wondering which way you should go. Hearing what sounded like the garage door opening and closing, you quickly scampered down the left side and into your shared bedroom, which was located at the very end of the hall. 

“Okay, where to hide?” You looked at the bathroom door, shaking your head almost immediately. The bathroom was too confined; you would be instantly cornered if you hid there. Looking towards your bed, you briefly wondered if hiding under it was the way to go. No, it’d take too long to maneuver yourself out from under there, once he found you. 

Your breath got caught inside your throat when you started hearing a creaking sound coming from the staircase down the hall, sending your brain into full-blown panic mode. Your nervous gaze settled on your closet, your legs moving in its direction, before you had even fully made up your mind. Quietly sliding the right side of the closet open, you slipped inside, opting to hide in the far left corner, once you had shut the closet behind you. You moved some boxes in front of you and pushed yourself up against the cool wall, your heart beating wildly inside your chest. 

Sure, you were frightened, but not truly; you weren’t in any real danger. It was just a simulated version of it, but sometimes Yunho was very capable of making you question the situation. You loved this, however, and he did as well; it allowed you to bring some excitement into your otherwise mundane lives. 

“Is my angel hiding somewhere over here?” you heard Yunho say in a low, calculated voice, your fingers unconsciously gripping the carpet below you. The volume of his voice was somewhat muffled, so you assumed that he was still somewhere in the hall. 

Yunho suddenly kicked the office door open, the impact of his foot hitting the door making you jump. He scanned the room thoroughly with his dark eyes, sighing softly when he didn’t see you. “Not here…” he murmured, sounding disappointed. He eventually found his way into your shared bathroom that was connected to your bedroom, standing there silently for a minute.

Sensing his presence inside the room, you tried to make your body appear as small as possible, bringing your knees up to your chest and holding your legs securely in place. You could hear your boyfriend take in a deep breath, then slowly let it out, a small chuckle escaping his lips.

“I bet your pussy is already soaking wet for me, angel,” he exhaled, leaning one hand on the bathroom door frame he was standing near, peering inside to see if you were dumb enough to hide in there. “I know how much you love playing hide and seek with me.” 

You let out a barely audible sigh, before quietly slamming a hand against your mouth to prevent yourself from making any more pleased noises in response to his words. You sat there for a moment, waiting to see if Yunho had heard you. Your body eventually relaxed, when you didn’t hear him respond verbally or physically. You internally gave yourself praise, proud of yourself for being able to mask the sounds that so desperately wanted to escape your mouth. However, this mini celebration of yours didn’t last very long. 

You almost jumped out of your skin when the right side of the closet came flying open, Yunho's large frame coming into view. He placed one of his hands on the edge of the wall and the other on the opened closet door, slowly leaning his body into the space you were in, quietly admiring your frightened, doe-like eyes. “Found you,” he said, in an almost melodic tone, giving you an ominous smile. 

You stayed completely still initially, feeling your heart stop beating for a split-second. He was almost too good at appearing like he was a psychopath, but you knew that he was just very enthusiastic when it came to roleplaying. Yunho always made sure to stay in character during these interactions and you loved it; you couldn’t have asked for a better partner. 

“D-don’t even think about touching me,” you murmured in a small voice, maintaining eye contact with him, as your fingers gingerly slid in between the left side closet door and the door frame. Your eyes narrowed with feigned anger, your lips forming a small scowl. “I’m serious, Yunho!” 

A dark chuckle erupted from Yunho’s throat, his fingers wrapping around the jute rope that he was holding, his hands closing into fists around the rough material. He then spread his hands apart, causing the rope to be stretched. 

This action alone sent heat straight to your core, your legs involuntarily pressing against one another. You gritted your teeth, trying not to let him see how truly excited you were about the situation. “I’m not joking! Fuck. Off.” 

Another pleased laugh escaped past Yunho’s lips, this one being more light and airy, almost like he had just been told a joke. He leaned his shoulder against the doorframe and sighed, his joyous expression suddenly melting away and being replaced with an eerily neutral one.

“It’s so amusing to me that you believe you have any sort of authority in this situation, angel. You’re simply my prey, my play thing, my little toy, that I'll use, abuse, and fill up with my cum,” he stated, his eyes devoid of any compassion, and instead filled with fervid lust. 

You swallowed harshly, already feeling your wetness soak through your thin panties. You remained quiet, unable to come up with a response, aside from just looking up at him with wide eyes. For what seemed like forever, the two of you just stared back at one another, waiting for either one of you to make some sort of move. 

“Come here, angel,” was all that Yunho said, as he suddenly pushed his way into the closet, reaching for your leg to grab it. 

You quickly opened your side of the closet, scrambling out of it and out onto the floor of your bedroom. Breathing heavily, from the adrenaline already coursing through your veins, you jumped up onto your feet and started sprinting down the second-story hallway. You heard a satisfied laugh echo from the bedroom, your successful escape plan clearly bringing Yunho some kind of fulfillment. 

Just as you looked past your shoulder to catch sight of Yunho’s tall figure appearing outside of the bedroom door, you suddenly felt your foot sliding across the slick wood flooring you were running on, causing you to lose your footing. “Shit!” you gasped, unable to regain your balance and, in turn, instantly falling on your ass. 

The loud, rapidly increasing footsteps heading in your direction threatened to stop your heart permanently. You let out a small cry of fear, reaching up to grab the edge of the banister and using your momentum to propel yourself upwards. You just narrowly escaped your boyfriend’s grasp by ducking and sending yourself down the stairs at a dangerous speed, almost missing a step on the way down. 

The only sounds you could hear coming from behind you were a couple quiet giggles, as well as the occasional call of your nickname. You ignored his attempts at freaking you out further, solely focusing on getting to the front door. If you did so, that would mean you had finally won the game for the first time. Even though the two of you had played countless times, you could never seem to win, due to how much faster and stronger Yunho was than you. Not to mention, how much larger. Something about him being 6’1 and running towards you at a rapid speed with a smile plastered on his face always sent fear and arousal straight into you, without fail. 

“Angelllll, stop running from me! Let me play with you!” he shouted after you, fast-walking down the first five steps of the staircase, before easily jumping past the last five, his feet landing on the wood floor with a thud. 

You let out an involuntary scream, running towards the front door, as fast as your legs could carry you. Just as your hand reached out for the door handle, you felt all the air inside your lungs suddenly disappear. Your boyfriend’s sturdy body had made a rough impact with your significantly more delicate one, his large hands grabbing the back of your shoulders and shoving you chest-first into the front door, your head hitting the door, causing a dizzying sensation to overcome your senses.  

“Caught you…” he exhaled, near the side of your upper jaw, tongue flicking out of his mouth to drag up the shell of your ear, causing you to shiver. “Now, it’s finally time for the fun part.” 

Once Yunho had stripped your top half, he wasted no time to tie you up, so that your arms were held taut behind your back. He also made sure that the rope was wrapped securely both above and underneath your breasts, as well as in between. He was quite experienced with this sort of thing, so he knew how tight he wanted certain sections of the rope to be, as well as how loose other areas should remain, so that it didn’t cut off your circulation and make your body go numb.

“Mmm, my beautiful angel, all tied up just for me…” he sighed, running a finger down the knotted sections of the rope, admiring his work. It was an art, in itself. He felt the same way about your body; he loved observing your skin, as it slowly grew more visibly irritated and tender over time, the way your breasts would become swollen and sensitive the longer you were tied up, but his favorite thing was how you had to hide your rope burns with long-sleeved shirts, before you went to work the next morning. Everything about this dynamic that you shared together never failed to turn him on immensely. 

“P-please let me go…” you murmured, turning your head, so that you could look up at him with pleading eyes. You made a small squeaking sound when Yunho responded by grabbing the back of your head and pressing it against the cold wood of the door, his free hand finding its way down to your work skirt and pulling it down in one swift motion. 

“I’ll let you go when I’m done using you,” he murmured against your ear, letting go of your head and hooking his fingers into the material of your pantyhose around your ass and crotch area, before tearing them open, without a second thought. He groaned at the sight of your soaked panties, instantly grabbing the thin material and ripping it off of you as well, tossing them onto the nearby couch.

You moaned in response, feeling a significant amount of wetness begin to leak out of you and down your inner thighs. Biting your lip, you desperately squeezed your legs together to prevent more from coming out. 

“P-please, stop! I’m begging you!” 

Yunho earned another moan from you when he kicked the insides of your ankles, forcing your legs to spread open for him. “You thought you could hide your wet little cunt from me? You’re so precious, angel,” he chuckled lightly, petting your hair in an oddly gentle fashion. 

You were about to answer with something bratty when you felt your breath get caught inside your throat, due to feeling the overwhelming sensation of Yunho’s long fingers pushing deep into your pussy. You squirmed around helplessly, as he began pumping them in and out of you, at an alarming pace. “Oh my fucking god!” you cried out, unable to hold back the constant need to whine and whimper. “Yunho…ple-aseee…!”

“Please, what?”  he questioned, adding a third digit inside you, chuckling when you only answered with another moan. “My poor little angel…you’re so much of a cock-hungry little whore that you’ve already lost your ability to form basic sentences…” He grabbed one of your hips roughly with one hand, forcing you to arch your back to a certain extent, allowing his fingers to reach your g-spot with ease. 

“A-aah! Fuck!” you cried out, the muscles in your upper legs tightening in response to the sudden increase of pleasure you felt, your eyelids fluttering shut.

“That’s it…That’s the spot, huh? You like it right there, baby?”

Yunho pounded his fingers into you, his body pressing heavily against yours. He whispered more obscenities directly into your ear, pulling it roughly with his teeth afterward, earning a small whine from your parted lips. 

“That’s my good girl…”

When he tilted your head in his direction, so that he could see how euphoric your expression was and how beautiful you looked in general, he was suddenly overwhelmed with the urge to bite you. He did so, without any hesitation, sinking his teeth into the side of your neck. 

“F-uuck!” you choked out, feeling your blood begin to trickle down your neck. You cried out again when he bit into your shoulder this time, even harder than before. “Yunho! Oh my god, Yunho!” Your eyes rolled back into your head, the pain almost too overwhelming, but still just as pleasurable as it was being finger-fucked by him. 

“Fuuuck, I love hearing you cry out my name like that, baby…It makes me want to bite you again and again…” 

Once Yunho felt your pussy tighten significantly around his fingers, he grunted, shoving them as deep as he could and sliding them almost all the way out, before repeating the cycle. “Yeah, that’s it…” 

This almost drove you to the brink of insanity; your head was pounding from the intense stinging sensation of your wounds, as well as from the dizzying amount of pleasure you were overcome with. “Yun…ho…” you exhaled, a bit of drool escaping your mouth. 

“Are you gonna cum, angel? Hmm? Are you gonna cum just from being bitten? Or from the way I’m fucking you with just my fingers?” 

“B-both,” you whimpered, looking back at him through your peripheral vision. Feeling yourself getting closer and closer to your high, you almost didn’t realize when Yunho had sunk his teeth into the other side of your neck, feeling him bite down hard enough, so that you felt a lightning bolt of pain inside your head. 

“Fuck!“ you yelled, the combination of his rapidly moving fingers and teeth slicing into your flesh proving to be too lethal, immediately bringing you to orgasm. 

Yunho pulled his fingers out of your pulsing hole and brought them around your shoulder up to your trembling lips, sliding them into your mouth. 

“Suck them clean, angel.” 

You closed your eyes, your mouth closing around his fingers and sucking on them just as he asked, only to gasp on them, when you felt Yunho’s tongue lapping at the remaining blood left on your neck and shoulder where he had bitten you. 

“Mmmn…” he mumbled, pulling away from your neck and licking his lips, just as he pulled his fingers out of your mouth. He grabbed you by the hair and yanked your body back into his, caressing the side of your jaw lightly. Without another word, he slammed his lips against yours and forced his tongue into your mouth, making you taste an overwhelming amount of iron. 

You struggled against him, trying to do your best to free your body from its restraints, but failing miserably, not that you really wanted to escape. You just loved playing the part.

 “Mm..! Mm-mmm!” you reacted, feeling Yunho’s large hands grope your body up to your secured breasts, squeezing them as roughly as he could, prior to pinching and pulling at your sensitive nipples. 

He chuckled into your mouth, pleased with how you were responding, using the tip of his fingers to roll around your nipples, just before flicking them as hard as he could a few times in a row. 

“Y-Yunho…” you murmured softly, just as he broke the kiss and pulled away. You could barely function at this point and he wasn’t even close to being done with you. It frightened you, but not nearly as much as it turned you on. 

“Angel.” Your boyfriend ran a finger down your back and along one of your bound forearms, informing you, “I think it’s time for you to show me what that pretty little mouth of yours is capable of.” 

Within a few moments, Yunho had placed you down on the leather sofa, so that you were laying on your back with your head hanging off the edge of the elongated arm rest, a large pillow being positioned underneath your body to prevent you from straining any muscles. 

You studied Yunho from below, watching as he hastily pulled his sweatpants down, revealing his large, throbbing cock. “Holy fuck…” you mumbled to yourself, as a few drops of pre-cum fell from the tip of his erection, landing on your cheek and slowly rolling down it. 

Yunho’s lips curled into a gratified smirk, always loving when you fed his ego. “You act like you don’t see my cock every day, angel. Or do you just love it that much? I bet you daydream about it all day at work, don’t you?” He reached down to gather up the pre-cum with his thumb and rubbed it all over your lips, letting out a sigh. 

“Of course I do…You know how much I love worshiping your cock, Yuyu,” you purred, feeling pleased when you saw how his smirk turned into a lewd smile, very aware of how much he loved it when you called him by his nickname. 

“Then show me how much you love it, angel,” Yunho requested, holding his dick near your mouth, immediately drawing in a sudden breath, when he felt your tongue teasingly swipe over the slit. 

“Then hurry up and shove your cock down my throat, Yuyu,” you responded in an impatient tone, prior to opening your mouth as wide as you possibly could.

Yunho’s dark irises instantly dilated upon hearing your bold words, prompting him to push most of his length into your mouth, the tip of his dick sliding past the entrance of your throat. “Angelllll, you look so pretty with my cock in your mouth,” he praised, his long fingers holding your neck from either side, making sure to apply some pressure, but not enough to hurt you. “So, so pretty.” 

“M-mmmnn…” you moaned around him, carefully drawing in air through your nose and slowly relaxing your throat, so that you could take him, without any issues.

Yunho gazed down at you, waiting for you to adjust to his large size. Once you had done so, he began pumping himself in and out of your mouth, groaning deeply when he felt your moans vibrating around his member. 

“Fffffuck, I can never-unhh-get tired of this. I love fucking your tight little throat, angel…” he exhaled somewhat shakily, unconsciously speeding up his movements, instinctively wanting to increase the amount of pleasure he was feeling as soon as possible. 

Your eyes were beginning to roll back behind your closing eyelids, the sensation of being throat-fucked in such a lewd position proving to be too pleasurable for you to keep a proper grasp over your facial expressions. Your tingly arms and hands twitched beneath your back, desperately wanting to escape, so that you could touch yourself, in order to ease the throbbing you felt between your legs. 

Yunho let out a long groan, noticing the small puddle of arousal soaking into the couch near where your legs were spread open, commenting, “Something tells me that you’re loving this just as much as I am, angel…You just love being a good little cocksleeve for me, huh?” He suddenly looked down towards your neck, instantly distracted. “Fuck, would you look at that…” he breathed, admiring the way his cock looked moving in and out of your throat, his eyes zoning in on the outline of it. 

You squeezed your legs together, the aching you felt inside your core being almost unbearable at this point, causing you to groan a bit around his cock, knowing you couldn’t do a single thing about it.

“What’s wrong, angel? Do you want me to touch you? Is that it? Cumming once wasn’t enough for you?” he questioned in a low voice, leaning forward onto the couch a bit, so that he could shove himself further into your throat and at a faster rate, without requiring as much hip movement as it previously did. “What a needy little slut you are…” 

“Mmm-hmm…!” you moaned, wondering if Yunho could even understand you over the constant squelching sounds of his cock going into your throat over and over again.

“Mm, since you're being such a good girl for me, I’ll help you out, okay?” Yunho used his core strength to lean down over you a bit further, reaching his hand down to your already-soaked pussy, using his middle and ring finger to rub rapidly against your swollen clit. 

“Mmmmn!” Your back arched almost instantly, so fast and so abrupt, that it hurt your spine. Feeling his fingers push down harder against your clit and move in a side-to-side motion, you knew that your orgasm was already imminent, as was Yunho’s, considering the way his cock was throbbing inside your throat. 

“Mmm, look at you…that feels good, doesn’t it, baby?” Yunho sighed, gripping the side of the couch with one free hand, shoving his cock relentlessly into your throat and admiring the way your spit was consistently dripping from your lips and slowly sliding up your face, then into your already-damp hair. “Fucking take it…take this cock…” 

You couldn’t handle it anymore; Yunho’s filthy mouth and actions had finally taken their toll on you, causing you to reach your second orgasm. “Mmmfff…!” You bucked your hips up against Yunho’s hand, as cum spilled out of your hole and onto the couch below you. 

“Good girl…I want to see that again,” Yunho observed, placing his fingers back down onto your pulsing clit and rubbing it rapidly once more, sending shockwaves of pleasure throughout your body. 

You let out a consistent flow of muffled moans, your lower half twitching periodically, due to Yunho’s unfaltering hand movements. Within a few moments, you came again, this time harder than before, causing the edges of your vision to blur temporarily. 

“My pretty little angel…I bet that felt nice, didn’t it? You know what else will feel nice?” Yunho started, both hands going back to your neck and holding it securely, as he rammed his cock down your throat at a brutal pace. “My cum shooting down your slutty-aah-little-unh-throat! Don’t you want it, angel? Don’t you want my cum?”

You couldn’t even respond at this point; how could you? Your mouth was occupied and your body was bound. The only thing you could do was moan weakly a few times around Yunho’s cock, knowing he probably couldn’t even hear you over the sound of his groans and the sinful sounds coming from your throat. 

“Oh, godddd, I’m gonna fucking cum…” Yunho announced in a strangled voice, suddenly stopping his movements and holding you in place, just in time for hot ropes of cum to pour down your throat, forcing you to swallow it, so that you didn’t choke. “Mmhmm…drink it all, baby…Show me how much you love this cock…” 

You did just as he asked of you, drinking down his slightly bitter release in gulps, until there was no more left. Your body rested against the pillow you were laying on, feeling drained of your energy, but still having the motivation to continue your roleplay. 

Yunho pulled out of your mouth and wiped the tip of his cock on your swollen lips, sighing softly. “What color are you, angel?” he questioned, running his fingers through your hair. 

“Green,” you replied confidently, looking up at your boyfriend with a smile, just before he grabbed you by the shoulders and laid you down the other way, so that you were on your stomach with your head down and your ass up in the air. 

“That’s what I like to hear,” Yunho responded, his large hands grabbing hold of your hips from both sides, squeezing them roughly. “You ready for this cock, baby?” 

“Yes, now give it to me!” 

Your eager response sent Yunho back into a darker mindset, already shoving his throbbing length into your tight hole, groaning when he bottomed out right away. “Ffffuck, my baby’s always so tight…” he mused, letting out a small satisfied laugh, before he began slamming himself in and out of you at a brutal pace, right out of the gate.

“Jesus, fuck!” you choked, your voice cracking unintentionally, almost feeling dizzy from the way Yunho was fucking you. Your body went completely lax against the couch cushion, feeling more drool leaking out past your lips, your fingers twitching slightly behind your back.  

“Oh my goddd, just look at you taking it like a good little whore…You love it, don’t you?” Yunho lowered himself and laid directly on your back, his arms moving past either side of you and resting down on the couch cushion, his body heavy against yours. “You like being my little fuckdoll, baby?” he asked against your earlobe, his harsh breaths sending shivers down your spine. 

You nodded your head weakly, barely able to focus on what Yunho was saying, due to the waves of fire that were ripping through your body, threatening to send you over the edge. You abruptly gritted your teeth when you felt him pounding into you even harder than before, if that was possible. Your hands formed into fists, feeling like you were genuinely going to lose it, thanks to the mind-breaking amount of pleasure that was flooding your brain and body. “W-wait, no more! It’s-aaah-too much, Yuyu! Please…! I’m gonna go fucking crazy!” 

Your boyfriend let out a dark chuckle, reaching for your panties that were crumbled up on the couch and grabbing them, muttering, “Sorry, angel. You’re gonna have to be a good girl and take it.” Before you could protest, Yunho shoved your panties into your mouth, in such a rough manner, that you gagged around the thin lacy material. 

You instinctively tried to move your arms, letting out a muffled whine, knowing you had absolutely no control over the situation. This only served to increase the intensity of your high, encouraging you to unravel completely, feeling Yunho fucking your abudant wetness out of you, and, in turn, hearing him groan loudly above you.

“You just came, didn’t you, angel?” he questioned, in between breaths, finding it amusing that you couldn’t even answer him, causing him to let out an airy, pleased chuckle. “My beautiful little rope bunny…Both of your holes stuffed with my cock and your own ripped panties…Oh my goddd, I think I’m gonna cum….!” Getting himself worked up with his own words, in addition to your pussy constricting around his length like a vice, he let out a long, strangled moan, his cum spilling out deep inside you. However, he continued to thrust into you, refusing to stop, until your pussy milked him completely dry. “Ahhh, goddd…baby…take it allll…” 

You moaned around the makeshift gag, along with Yunho, your thighs trembling from the overwhelmingly warm and comforting sensation you felt within your core, letting you stay in a state of pure euphoria for a significant amount of time. “Mmmfff…” 

After the both of you had finally come down, Yunho took his time untying you, and in turn, admiring the rope burns littered around your skin, running his fingers along some of them, sending shivers up your spine. “So pretty…” he murmured to himself, before pulling you up and into his arms, relaxing his body against the couch. “You did so well for me, angel.” He kissed your forehead and your temple a few times, mumbling onto your skin, “Are you okay, angel? I didn’t go too far, did I?” 

You shook your head, wrapping your arms around him and hugging him as tightly as you possibly could, replying, “I’m more than okay, Yuyu. I couldn’t be better.” Hearing Yunho’s sigh of approval, you opted to stay in his arms for a prolonged amount of time, enjoying his warmth. 

“Yuyu?” you eventually spoke up, something on your mind.

“Yeah?”

You pulled back slightly, so that you could look up at him, a small mischievous smile on your face. “Do you think you can dress up as Ghostface next time?” You patted his shoulder a couple times, out of excitement. “Oh, and call me on the phone when I get off of work and ask me what my favorite scary movie is!”

He smiled at you, nodding his head and rubbing your back in gentle circles, wondering how you could be so cute. “Of course I can, angel.” 

Your lips formed an ‘o’ shape, as if you had another idea, your smile becoming brighter. “And Michael Myers after that!”

Yunho reeled back, his eyebrows raising up. “Angel,” he started, letting out a surprised chuckle, shaking his head. “Really? Michael Myers?” 

You got defensive almost immediately, holding up an accusative finger in his direction, your eyes narrowing. 

“Don’t you fucking judge me!” 

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