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I havenât lost an eye, tho I did go several months not seeing out of one eye (I kept it closed because in a stroke of stupidity I thought it would help me see better since I have double vision. It just made my eyes and that eye specifically a million times worse-)
And I noticed the neck thing so quickly. Like it was pretty easy for me to adjust (just because Iâm good at adjusting to shit Idk) and even though I had no pain then, it was crazy noticing how different things were. Like I walked differently, I always kept to one side of people so I could see them better, I kept bumping my hands into things because of how closing my right eye fucked up my hand eye coordination
And when I finally opened my eye again, after so long of keeping it closed - mostly because at that point my eye had weakened and it was difficult to open it - shit got more colorful. Like I could tell the difference between how much color I was seeing. I doubt a character would go through that - but like if youâre writing a character thatâs gotten some surgery done or something and had to wear a patch for a while, well, I think I at least would probably include them realizing things are just a bit more colorful after they take the patch off for the first time
Also rip my neck during the time I closed my eye for months. So much soreness and pain. I am so sorry past neck, I apologize. I was stupid
Also for the last thing âthehungwizardâ mentioned - itâs really like that for everything. So when your writing a character with any sort of disability or lack of a sense, keep that in mind. Like I donât have a sense of smell and people constantly forget that I canât spell things. I know thatâs a lot less drastic and technically a lot less important than a whole eye, but still, the basis is that other ppl forget (no hate on others tho)
Iâve also experienced what op said in #6. Itâs wild. And a bit annoying
writing advice for characters with a missing eye: dear God does losing an eyes function fuck up your neck. Ever since mine crapped out I've been slowly and unconsciously shifting towards holding my head at an angle to put the good eye closer to the center. and human necks. are not meant to accommodate that sorta thing.
#I know my experiences are not the same#as I simply closed my eye for a long while#and didnât actually loose my vision in that eye (tho I may be slowly losing it now thanks to that-)#I still think itâs neat#that I can still relate to those things they list#and I think thatâs important when writing a character too#because they wonât just slowly get these things#theyâll happen immediately#and theyâll likely stick the whole time#(I say likely just because hand eye coordination can be pretty easy to re correct. At least it was for me)#(tho other depth perception issues stay)#(or at least they take a lot longer for you to get used to - time that I did not have)#also never close one of your eyes for several months straight#I mean thatâs probably really fucking obvious#but I do wish someone told 13 yr me that#there are other solutions to double vision
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body paint | alex albon
pairing: norris!reader x alex albon
summary: after alex breaks up with his girlfriend, youâre right there to help him forget about her
fc: kensington tillo
warnings: one suggestive comment, some self-deprecation? (very light stuff), harsh lando (in all brotherly fashion)
a/n: i feel like iâve read all the alex fics on this app i need more of him :(
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Cady girl
cadygirl! reader x lando norris
summary: you usually hated being a cady girl but a certain boy changed that
a/n: reallyyy super short fic that came into my mind like an hour ago. enjoy! xx
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Being a cady girl wasn't fun most of the time, 18-year-old trust fund kids thought that they could say whatever they wanted to you and give you the lowest of low tips. But it did have its ups, like the pay or like when a cute guy would come up to you but it usually always ended in him showing no interest in you or secretly being a freak. Today was one of those times, let's just hope it goes well
A man had waved you down mentally rolling your eyes because he just gave off gross rich boy vibes but when he opened his mouth you were surprised to hear a âcan I just have a coke and water pleaseâ and not âare you offering any other things that aren't on the menuâ accompanied with a disgusting smirk and a peak up your skirt. You looked schocked for a bit but then hopped off to get his things. âOkay that will be 9.75â you said with a smile that hadn't crossed your face in a long time, it was a genuine and nice smile. His friend said something that you couldn't hear and the cute boy replied with a look down at his golf cart and and laughed âchat stopâ âsorry huhâ you asked. He looked up cheeks bright red âoh sorry I'm live streaming and my chat said that you were cuteâ you let out a knowing âohhh, well tell them I said thank youâ and started to climb back into your cart âits true ya knowâ you turned around and smiled âoh reallyâ he put his head down while stuffing his hands in his pockets and nodded shyly âyea of course, your gorgeousâ âthank youâ you felt your cheeks warm up and started to drive away
2 hours later you were still thinking about the cute boy you served but tried pushing the thought away thinking you'd never see him again. Deep in your thoughts suddenly the sound of an engine catches your attention you turn around and see the cute boy from earlier. He walks up to you âHey so you can totally tell me to go fuck off but could I get your number so maybe we could go on a date or something?â extending his phone out to you. God you never thought you would be excited that a golf boy was hitting on you âyea, of course, Iâd love to!â you said as you typed your number into his phone âThanks by the way Iâm Landoâ you smile âmy names y/nâ âcute name to match the cute face.â you laugh shyly as he starts to speak again âso what days do you have off, so we can hang outâ âI only work on weekends and fridays, so any other day is goodâ he nods reassuringly âok so how about coffee at the cafe like two blocks down on Monday?â youâd seen the coffee place and has been meaning to go get never ended up going through with it âyea actually Iâd love that Iâve been meaning to goâ ânice Iâve been meaning to go too! Iâll see you Friday, itâs a dateâ Lando said with a smile then walked away He was the cutest boy youâd ever seen. And from that moment on you knew you were doomed.
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Love & Lullabies | Part 1 of 2
Pairing: Min Yoongi x female Reader
Summary: What begins as a simple favor for your best friend Namjoon soon pulls you into the rhythms of Yoongiâs lifeâafternoons spent caring for his son, late nights filled with candid conversations, and a connection neither of you thought you needed. Youâre just fresh out of a long-term relationship with an ex who didnât want a family with you, so did you really just stumble into a life youâve always dreamed of? (Thank god Namjoon isnât the only one whoâs clumsy.)
Alternatively: Itâs 2025 and BTS is prepping for their comeback. All members seem to have gained muscle weight from their time at camp. But Min Yoongi has gained a different kind of weightâan 8-pound baby and a fuck-load of responsibility. (Thank god youâre there to help him.)
Genre: Fluff, Angst, Smut, idol!au, Acquaintances to Lovers, Reader is Namjoonâs bestie
Warnings: Yoongi is a DILF (!!!) Thatâs it.
Chapter warnings: A lot of mood and scene settingâjust vibe with it, MC is in her sad girl era, hints of depression and anxiety, masturbation, Yoongi is a new dad yâall he is tireddd af
Word count: almost 6k
Posting date: November 12, 2024
Notes: This is inspired by an ask/prompt sent by @yoongznme. Enjoy, my lovelies~ đđŤśđź
Part One | Part Two | Masterlist
Namjoon leans back in his seat, sporting an all-too-familiar, slightly conspiratorial glint in his eyes. Hmm. You know that look.Â
It's the same one he had when he "casually" set you up to tutor one of his trainee friends in Englishâthe one you let slip was kinda cute. Or when he signed you up to perform with one of his rapper friends in that underground club in Hongdae. Sure, you knew every word of the chorus to eminemâs Stan, but you were not a fucking singer.Â
You still did it, though. Both times.Â
Namjoonâs especially notorious for volunteering you to do things he insists are "right up your alley." Thereâs a fire in his eyes when he starts talking about one of his ideas, and before you know it, you're swept up in his vision, already picturing yourself right there beside him, doing something youâd never consider on your own.
Namjoon has been your best friend since forever and for reasons you canât explain, saying no to him has always been impossible.
Right. Itâs definitely that. Itâs definitely not because in those two prior instances mentioned, both friends of his are actually the same guy. The one you had an almost crippling crush on over a decade ago. (Youâre sooo over it, though. Trust.)
When Namjoon leaned in, you were already bracing yourself.
âSo, you know Yoongi, right?â
You blink, pause, and slowly shake your head. It has taken years, but today is the day you tell him, âNo.â
âThe fuck? What do you mean no?â He replies, already looking hella amused. âI havenât even said anything.â
Your face feels like a furnace, but you grit and steady your voice. âWhatever it is, the answer is no.â
He lets out a hum, shifting in his seat, and you get the sense heâs working up to something.Â
You sip your coffee, keeping your eyes on him. He gives you an exaggerated shrug, dimples deepening as he lets his shoulder sag.Â
God youâre literally already about to break.Â
âFuck. Joon. Spit it out.â
He nods triumphantly, âOk, thereâs something I thought Iâd run by you first, before he hears about it.â
The words hang in the air, and you raise an eyebrow. âJoon. What are you getting me into?â
Namjoon chuckles softly as he folds his hands on the table. âSo⌠Yoongi has a son. A baby, actually.â He pauses, watching for your reaction.Â
Woah. Someone has fuckboi Min Yoongi all locked down?! Huh. You never saw that coming.
You let that sink in, surprise filling the quiet space between you. âI⌠didnât know he had a kid.â
âNot many people do,â Namjoon admits. âOnly those close to him know. Yoongiâs a great dad, but his caretaker recently left, and now heâs scrambling to balance his schedule and take care of his son.â
âAnd his wife?â
Namjoon sighs, gives you a look that means heâs about to say something confidential. âThereâs no wife.â
âBaby mama?â
âOut of the picture.â
You let out a small breath, absorbing everything you just heard. You already had an idea of where this is leading up to, but you want it said explicitly. âSo what exactly are you asking me?â
Namjoon nods, eyes hopeful. âLook, I know this is a big ask. Iâm putting this out there because youâre one of the best with kids I know. And Yoongiâwell, heâs pretty wary about letting new people get close to his son.â
You take another sip of your latte as he prattles on.
âWhile youâre still getting your bearings back, maybe you could take over the caretaker job, even part time?â Namjoon scratches the back of his neck, grinning sheepishly as he says your name. âI just thought you might consider it. Youâd be doing us both a favor. Yoongi really needs help, and Iâd trust you more than anyone with this.â
You sit back, letting Namjoonâs words settle. Namjoon knows exactly what heâs askingâknows exactly how hard it is for you to refuse when he gives you that puppy dog look, especially when heâs throwing Yoongi into the mix. Honestly, you hate how you're apparently still soft for him even after all these years.
Namjoon also knows your current situation. Does he not realize itâs a bit unfair to ask this of you right now? Not when you're still picking up the pieces after your breakup with your long-term boyfriend. Not when you need time to heal. Not when you literally uprooted your life and just moved back to Seoul a month ago.
But somehow, you canât shake the curiosity. What would it even be like to see Yoongi as a dad? To get a glimpse of this whole other life heâs got now?
Itâs probably a terrible idea.Â
Yeah, no. You donât need this right now. Money isnât tight. And you need to focus onâŚÂ
You take a slow breath, mentally tracing the edges of this mess. There are a hundred reasons to say no, and only one reason youâd even consider saying yes. And because itâs for Yoongi⌠damn, maybe thatâs reason enough.
The next time you see Yoongi, itâs at HYBEâs massive rehearsal space. Namjoon had invited you to watch the group practiceâinnocent enough, though you know itâs also his way of nudging you toward the job. Joon thinks heâs subtle, but you know his plans are, more often than not, clunky as hell.
You settle in one corner, holding on to your half-finished iced Americano. A few staff are scattered around the studio, there was another girl (maybe a memberâs girlfriend, youâre not sure), but itâs mostly empty. The boys are warming up, stretching or chatting, and you wave to Jungkook and Taehyung before finding yourself glancing toward Yoongi.
Wearing an all black outfit and a baseball cap, heâs standing off to the side, arms full with a fussy baby, and a bassinet stroller in front of him. The boy canât be more than a few months shy of his first birthday. Heâs close to tears, twisting and squirming, while Yoongi, visibly flustered, tries to hand him a toy, then a bottle, then anything he can find. Nothing works. Soon, the babyâs fuss turns into a full-on tantrum.
Oh, damn. Poor Yoongi.Â
He drops the bottle, spilling milk across the floor just as the stroller, half-locked, rolls a few feet away. He lunges for it, fumbling as the babyâs wailing intensifies, tiny fists flailing in frustration. Yoongiâs eyes dart around, panicked, while a couple of female staff start toward him, hands outstretched. But he waves them off, his face set in a mix of fierce determination and mild desperation as he rocks and hushes the baby.
It honestly hurts to watch the scene unfold. You almost want to do something.
Namjoon starts clearing people out, Jimin dims the studio lights, and Seokjin picks up the spilled bottle, wiping down the floor. Hobi taps a white noise track on his phone, placing it near the stroller. Your heart warms at how effortlessly everyone pitches in, their movements so practiced itâs obvious theyâve done this before. But it makes you wonder just how many rehearsals have paused for these moments. Itâs probably why Namjoon wants to help find a solution, a.k.a you.
You meet your best friendâs gaze and he cocks his head toward the door, signaling for you to file out with the others, but your feet take you somewhere else entirely.
âIs he okay?â you ask, approaching Yoongi.
Yoongi doesnât hear you at first, too focused on calming his son. His face is etched with exhaustion and something fragile, an uncharacteristic crack in his calm. He finally glances up, half-exasperated. To your mild relief, a look of recognition crosses his face, before he replies, âYeah, heâsâheâs usually not this fussy.â
You watch him struggle for a bit, then, before you can second-guess, you step forward. âDo you mind if I try?â
Yoongi hesitates, studying you like heâs weighing the decision to trust you with his son. His eyes flick towards Namjoon who was standing by the door, before it goes back to you. After a tense pause, he nods, handing the baby over.
You hold the little boy, shifting him gently away from the mirrors and bright lights, rocking him slowly and humming an old lullaby you used to sing for your preschoolers. Gradually, his cries quiet down, his tiny head resting against your shoulder as he begins to relax, fingers curling around the fabric of your shirt. Within minutes, heâs fast asleep.
When you glance up, Yoongi is watching, his face unreadable. Thereâs relief, yes, but also a quiet wonder, an almost surprised gratitude.Â
âI owe you,â he murmurs, a softness in his voice you hadnât expected.
ââS ok,â you say, quietly, careful not to wake the baby.
The two of you stand there, his eyes on you for just a beat too long, and if you didnât have the baby to ground you, you feel like you just might float.
âThank you,â he says, tone soft and sincere.
From across the room, Namjoon watches, his eyes mirroring the same gratitude.
The call from Yoongi comes unexpectedly one evening, just after dinner. You donât recognize the number, then again you donât have a lot of +82s yet since you just moved back after many years of being in the States. The last thing you expect is to hear Yoongiâs voice on the other end of the line.
âHey, itâsâŚMin Yoongi,â he starts, voice a little rough.
âOh, hi.â
Thereâs a short silence, and then he clears his throat. âNamjoonie mentioned you uh might⌠be interested in helping with my son.â
You feel a strange flutter, both at the fact that Yoongi is talking to you, and at the fact that heâs asking something so personal. âUh, yeah. I can help out.â
The pause is long enough that you imagine him somewhere, shifting uncomfortably. âI know itâs a lot to ask,â he finally says, sounding almost apologetic. âI donât want to⌠impose or anything. But it would help. A lot.â
âOkay.â
âThank you,â You hear Yoongi release a sigh of relief. Then he says the next phrase in a rush, âI know you are overqualified for this, so uh please let me compensate you with your salary as a teacher in America.â
You feel your face flush. Thank god this was not a video call. Seems youâre as uncomfortable as he is talking about money, though it is a necessary evil. âOh, no, please Yoongi. You donât have to. Joonieâs my bestfriend and youâre his brother. I can just help until you can find a more permanent solution.â
Thankfully, he doesnât argue with you on this. You hear a puff of breath before he says. âAlright. Thank you.â
And just like that, youâre set. He gives you the address, and youâre left wondering for the rest of the night how youâll manage this strange new gig.
The first day you arrive at Yoongiâs apartment in Hannam-dong, youâre a bundle of nerves, unsure what to expect.Â
After you ring the bell, the door opens to reveal Yoongi with his usual reserved expression, a piece of muslin cloth draped on one shoulder.
âHi,â he says simply, stepping aside to let you in.
You offer him a smile. âHey.â
He closes the door behind you as you step inside. You look around, taking everything in.
The apartment is spacious but cozy, with a warmth that speaks of careful designâminimalistic furniture in muted colors, shelves lined with books and vinyl records, a few baby toys strewn around the living room. Homey.
This is the first time you get to really see Yoongi. The brief encounter at the rehearsal studio didnât afford you the chance to appreciate how time has treated him.Â
Seeing him after six years, heâs both the same and somehow different. He has always had that calm confidenceâa steady, grounded energy that feels both nostalgic and new. His usually colorful hair, now in its natural hue, casually frames his face. He wears a simple white tee and you can tell the noodle arms are gone. His shoulders are much broader, arms stronger than how you remember him. The silver earrings are still there, subtle reminders of his edginess, softened by time.
But beneath it all, thereâs a layer of, hmm⌠exhaustion, you guess? A shadow under his eyes, faint lines hinting at the weight of sleepless nights. His lips are chapped, thereâs a tiny red bump on his chin. Heâs a new dad, he hasnât prioritized himself for a while. Still, his face carries a tenderness in the fatigue, like heâs tired, but happy.
âHeâs napping right now,â Yoongi clears his throat, motioning toward a small crib by the window, where his son is sleeping peacefully, bundled in soft blankets.Â
âYou havenât told me his name.â
âHaneul.â
âThatâs beautiful,â you reply, and Yoongi nods, almost shy.
He hesitates, glancing down as if gathering his thoughts. Then he says your name. âI⌠um, I didnât know how this would go. His last caretaker was actually my aunt, but she got sick and had to go back home.â
âIâm really sorry to hear that.â
He nods, âBut after seeing how he calmed down with you⌠I think heâll be alright.â
He gives you a tour of his apartment, the baby monitor clipped in his jean pocket. His place is modern, spacious, baby-proofed. There are pictures that line the walls of the hallway linking the nursery, his studio, guest room, guest bath, and the masters.
You spend some time going through Haneulâs thingsâfamiliarizing yourself with the layout of the nursery. He shows you where the baby food and snacks are. Talks about his favorite toys and activities.Â
While he downloads the 101 on Haneul, the one thing you were curious to know was, where is his birth mom? You obviously donât want to be a prick so you swallow the question down. Maybe youâll find out in the future. But for now, you just need to know where the baby wipes are.
For the first few days that you come over, Yoongi keeps close, hovering just within earshot as you ease into the cadence of his sonâs needs. Heâs there with his arms folded, watching as you handle Haneul, a cautious yet respectful distance. You get it though. Youâre a virtual stranger he just let into his home and his sonâs life. Who wouldnât be guarded?
You quickly notice that Haneul has a sweet temperament, but has a bit of a sensitive side. He doesnât take to loud sounds, so you keep your voice low and movements gentle, singing him lullabies and nursery rhymes under your breath while Yoongi quietly observes, even if he pretends to be engrossed with something else.
On your third day, Yoongi has to leave to attend an important meeting at HYBE. Heâs been pacing by the door, making sure his son is settled before he goes, even though youâre right there, holding the baby with practiced ease.
âAre you sure youâre⌠good with this?â he asks, his brow furrowed, as if still convincing himself to leave.
You give him a reassuring smile. âGo. I got him. Heâll be fine.â
He hesitates one last time, eyes fixed on you, and then he finally gives a small nod. âOkay. Iâll be back soon.â
As soon as the door closes, youâre left with the quiet hum of the apartment and a very awake, very curious baby in your arms. You spend the next hour rocking him and singing songs, amazed at how easily he settles, almost as if heâs known you longer than a few days.
After his nap, you take a video of the babbling Haneul enjoying his yogurt gems and send it to Yoongi. He replies almost immediately with a smiley emoji and a curt: cute.
Yoongi returns around dinnertime right as youâve settled the baby down in his bed. He steps inside the nursery quietly, watching as you tuck the blanket around his son. When you look up, heâs standing there, holding two cups of steaming liquid.
âI, uh⌠thought you might want some tea,â he says, looking slightly awkward but endearing.
âAlways.â You take the mug with a grateful smile. âHow was your meeting?â
âCouldâve been an email,â He shrugs and stuffs the empty hand inside his pocket.
You grin as you take a sip, remembering how youâve always enjoyed his dry sense of humor, in the rare occasions you hung out in the past. Ooh, this tea is⌠your favorite.
âSilver moon?â you asked.
He nodded, âThereâs a TWG shop that just opened near the office. Namjoonie might have mentioned it was your favorite, so.â
Your ears warm up just as well as your throat as you savor another drink.
âHow was Haneul? Did he give you a hard time?â
âNot at all,â you shake your head, looking over to the little angel. âIâve had a lot of practice, you know.â
âI canât imagine handling a whole classroom full of them,â he says, looking at you with a mix of admiration and amusement. âOneâs hard enough.â
âYouâre lucky to have him,â you reply wistfully, suddenly feeling a tug at your heartstrings. âWhat I would giveâŚâ you almost utter out loud.
The thing is, you actually do, without realizing it. Unbeknownst to you, Yoongi files the thought away, a subject he might bring up one dayâwhen the time comes that he thinks you trust him, too.
The days blur into a steady rhythm. You arrive in some afternoons, not really everyday, only when Yoongi needs the extra hand at home or if he needs to leave the house for a day of rehearsals. You both establish that this is merely a favor so he doesnât treat you like youâre at his every beck and call. Usually it starts with a short message in Kakao, and if youâre free, he would send a car to pick you up. Your meals are always ready, delivered on the dot. Conveniences are always within your reachâyour favorite tea, extra clothes in case there are food or poop blow-outs, etc. The cleaning lady that goes thrice a week, Mrs. Kwon sometimes keeps you company and assists you with anything.
As you help take care of his baby, you feel that heâs looked out for you, too. Which is nice.
On days that he is working from home, Yoongi brings his work into the living room, just to be nearby during playtime with you and Haneul.Â
One evening, when his son falls asleep in your arms after a particularly fussy day, Yoongi glances up from his laptop and leans back in his chair, a tired but grateful smile breaking through.
âHeâs really taken to you,â he observes, sounding almost as if heâs admitting it to himself.
You smile, feeling a strange warmth at his words. âI think heâs just a really sweet kid, Yoongi. Heâs easy to love.â
The smile he gives you after that is probably the gummiest one youâve ever seen.Â
A few weeks pass, and a subtle partnership has started forming between you, like youâre both slowly finding a rhythm in the chaos of caring for Haneul.
Bath time becomes a kind of unspoken relay: you gather the towel and clothes, while Yoongi preps the tub, testing the water with careful fingers. Thereâs a brief exchange of glancesâno need for words, just a nod as you pass off Haneul, whoâs already giggling happily.
Snack time turns into a ritualized watch party. You set out the applesauce and crackers for Haneul, and Yoongi brings a bag of chips and his laptop over to the living room, joining you and Haneul for yet another episode of Miss Rachel. Occasionally, heâll mutter a sarcastic comment under his breath, trying (and failing) to disguise the fact that heâs memorized the songs, too. (And in English, no less!)
There was one particular afternoon that you walk in on the father and son having a heartwarming exchange.
Haneul, whoâs wobbling on his unsteady little legs, is reaching eagerly for a stuffed tiger Yoongi is holding just out of reach.
âOh, no, no, noâyou gotta work for this,â Yoongi teases, eyebrows raised dramatically. He moves the tiger side to side, adding a low, exaggerated growl that makes Haneul squeal with laughter. Yoongi leans fully into the act, growling and making faces, finally swooping Haneul up with a playful roar, both of them dissolving into laughter.
You canât help but laugh along with them, your heart catching slightly at the sight. The way his eyes crinkle in genuine amusement, his mouth relaxed into a wide gummy grin. And youâre startled by how⌠soft he looks, how fucking attractive he is when heâs like this. When his usual quiet intensity is replaced by this playfulness, by this open warmth. It hits you somewhere deep, a warm, fuzzy feeling in your chest that you canât quite ignore.
Yoongi catches you watching, his smile faltering for a moment, but he holds your gaze. His expression shifts, something curious reflecting in his eyes as if heâs wondering what youâre thinking, but he doesnât ask. Instead, he swallows a lump in his throat, cheeks dusting a faint pink as he looks down, bashful.
You force yourself to glance away, feeling warmth creep up your neck. For the first time, youâre struck by an awareness of him that wasnât there before, and it lingers, even as you turn back to whatever it was you were supposed to be doing. The image of his smile, his laughterâit all stays with you, stirring something you canât quite put a name to.
And just like that, youâre settling into this role in the life of the Min menâsomething you know is temporary, but is infinitely meaningful.
When youâre not in Yoongiâs apartment, your own place feels strangely foreign.
God, you hate it here. You canât even bring yourself to call it homeâitâs just a room with white walls, half-opened moving boxes, a stack of unread books Joonie gave you, a mattress on the floor, and a fridge with a single egg. Itâs quiet. Too quiet. You could fix the place upâitâs not like you canât afford a bed frame or groceriesâbut for some reason, youâre punishing yourself. Like this is the way someone like youâunwanted and rejectedâought to live.
Nothing in this flat tethers you to it, and maybe thatâs why you prefer being out.
Youâre afraid your heart is stuck somewhere in limbo, somewhere between Seoul and LA. Maybe itâs still floating above the clouds on that flight back. You donât know when itâll come down, but you hope itâs soon.
Tonight, youâre restless, tossing and turning in your makeshift bed, replaying fragments of your old lifeâa love that once felt solid, a future that had once felt certain. Your mind drifts to those last conversations with Jiyong, your ex, the ones where he shut down every hope you had for a family, making you wonder if wanting more was somehow wrong.
You probably deserve it, though. You want a family, but you can barely cook for yourself. What do you hope to feed a childâtakeout? Junk food? Itâs laughable. You canât even make a home feel like one. Jiyong probably got tired of you because youâre useless at it.
Stop. You close your eyes, focus on your breathing, try to still your mind. 1, 2, 3âŚ
Some nights, you especially hate yourself. Tonight is one of them.
You need to call Namjoon. He can usually talk you down, ease the self-loathing. You ring him three times, but each time, you get his voicemail. Fuck. Maybe heâs out, maybe heâs getting laid. Good for him, honestly.
But that might actually work. You rummage through one of your boxes and find the one purple bullet thatâs gotten you through plenty of spirals. With a flick, the vibrator buzzes to life, and you slip it beneath your panties, pressing it right against your clit. Youâre not in the mood to drag this outâyou want release, quick and easy, something to take the edge off.
At first, your limbs relax as that familiar tingle begins, little sparks shooting from your core, teasing you with hints of pleasure. You keep at it, determined, but after a few minutes, the sensations stall. Itâs like your bodyâs stuck, lingering on the edge without tipping over, leaving you stranded and more frustrated than when you started. You decide to cut your losses.
Maybe a shower. Maybe you can pop by the GS25 down the block for a bottle of soju.
But then your phone pings. Itâs Yoongi.
Your tummy suddenly feels funny.
You immediately swipe up and read the string of messages that has popped on your Kakao.
Yoongi: Hey so I found this in Haneulâs crib Yoongi: image.jpg Yoongi: u got this for him? he is lowkey obsessed. Yoongi: But WTF is it?Â
You cackle. Loud and hearty. A sound you didnât think you were capable of on a shitty night like this.
You: A capybara! Look it up! Yoongi: Oh Yoongi: never heard of it You: Theyâre cute Yoongi: ? You: Don't be mean You: Haneul and I love bora Yoongi: ?? You: thats her name Yoongi: noted
That night, the Kakao thread becomes your lifeline. Yoongi asks about your next visit, what you had for dinner, and when you say goodnight he sends back a grainy selca of him and a sleeping Haneul with Bora. The photo brings unexpected joy, something to remind you that you arenât as alone as it sometimes feels. Finally, you succumb to slumber, clutching your phone to your chest, thoughts of Yoongi and Haneul floating in your dreams.
After that, you become more and more aware that Yoongiâs place has become a sanctuary. Thereâs Haneulâs bright laughter, the way his tiny fingers curl around yours, and the sound of Yoongiâs soft, steady voice, creating a background that somehow starts to feel comforting. With them, youâre too busy to dwell on the past or the ache left behind by someone elseâs rejection. Instead, youâre present, stable.
And itâs in those momentsâwhen youâre reading Haneul a story or soothing him to sleepâthat you feel a glimmer of something youâd thought youâd lost: hope. The simple act of holding him, soothing him through his small struggles⌠Itâs healing in a way you canât quite put into words, as if this little boy is slowly fusing pieces of your heart youâd almost forgotten were broken.
And Yoongiâheâs part of it, too. His presence, his quiet strength, the way heâs trusted you with something so precious.Â
You know this is just a phase, that this isnât your life, but a part of you canât help but imagine what it would be like if it were. To be here, day after day, with this little family thatâs somehow found its way into your heart.
Youâre still healing, still putting yourself back together, but thisâthis feels like the start of something you could believe in again.
What you couldnât believe though was the email from your building administrator with an acknowledgment receipt for next quarterâs rent paymentâall settled. You havenât made the deposit yet, how come itâs saying itâs been paid for already?
You pace your room staring at the email from your phone as if it holds all the answers.Â
What is happening? Who paid for this? You didnât sign up for some sugar baby serviceâŚÂ
Wait. Something clicks in your brain. Suga. Baby.
Your first instinct is to call Namjoon, meddler extrordinaire. He picks up on the second ring, sounding annoyingly chipper.
ââSup, buttercup?â he asks.
âDonât act cute, Joonie,â you warn. âDid you know about this?â
Thereâs a pause. âAbout what, exactly?â
âYoongi,â you say, practically hissing his name. âHe paid my rent, didnât he? Three monthsâ worth. How did he even know where I live?â
Namjoon lets out a hum, his tone maddeningly calm. âAh. That.â
âYes. That. Care to explain?â
âLook,â Namjoon says, unbothered. âYoongi asked, so I gave him your address. He said you refused his offer, but still he wanted to pay you back somehow.â
âBut Joon! Itâs too muchââ You pause, scrambling for the right words. âHow did he even get a hold of the landlord and settle all this without my knowledge?â
Namjoon chuckles, which only makes you more annoyed. âYoongi hyung is an influential guy, you know. If he wants something, heâll fuckinâ find a way. Just take it, okay? Youâre helping him, heâs helping you. Itâs fair.â
You huff, still not convinced. âItâs just⌠a lot, Joon. I donât need anyone swooping in and paying my bills. And you couldâve at least warned me.â
âI get it. But youâre helping him with something really important. This is his way of saying thank you.â
You sink back into your chair, the irritation draining out of you. âFine,â you mutter. âBut if he pulls something like this again, Iâm coming for your ass.â
Namjoon laughs. âAishh. Why the hell is it my fault?â
âYouâre a smart man. Figure it out.â You hang up.
You spend that afternoon at Yoongi's. He was in a rush, dashing out for some shoot as you arrive. You hear him return around seven, just as you're finishing putting Haneul to sleep. Once the baby is settled, you tiptoe out of the nursery with the baby monitor on hand, following the sounds of soft clinking and the rich aroma wafting from the kitchen.
âHey, Yoongi,â you call out, stepping into view. âHaneulâs all tucked in. I was just gonnaââ
âStay for dinner?â Yoongiâs eyes light up, his voice gentle but hopeful as he turns, holding a pot in one hand and a wooden spoon in the other. It looks like he came straight from his shoot, his hair still styled in soft, precise waves that swoop perfectly across his cheekbones. Heâs wearing the softest, oversized yellow sweater layered over a crisp white shirt, and his jeans hug him just right. But itâs his smile that really draws you inâlight radiates from him, his face glowing not just from a bit of skincare, but from something more.
Goddamn. The man is looking fine as hell.
Youâd planned to meet up with Namjoon tonight, but one look at Yoongiâwhose eyes are too shy to hold yours as he ladles red sauce into a ceramic bowlâand you know you are absolutely staying put. Joon will understand.
âOk, yeah, that looks really good,â you say.
âIt is.â Yoongi smirks, just barely, and gestures to the fridge. âIâll plate this up if you can grab some drinks?â
You procure a couple of beers from the chiller and set them on the dining table, shooting off a quick text to Joon afterwards.
You: Hey, raincheck? Yoongi made dinner and it looks good ngl
His response is instant.
Namjoon: You blowing me off to play house with hyung. K. I see how it is.
This asshole.
Youâre about to call and give him a piece of your mind when Yoongiâs voice pulls you back. âEverything okay?â
Your gaze shifts to the plates of spaghetti heâs just set down, the aroma working wonders to sway your thoughts. âYeah, just Joon being a pain in my ass as usual.â
âSit.â Yoongi gestures to your chair as he settles into his.
âWait.â You grab the baby monitor from the kitchen counter, setting it between you and Yoongi. The screen shows Haneul fast asleep, Bora tucked securely under his arm.
âThere. Now we can eat.â
Yoongi nods, and the two of you dig in.
It hits you that this is actually the first time the two of you have shared a quiet dinner together like this. You were expecting Yoongi to let the silence linger, but he starts a conversation mid-way.
âI, uh, was surprised to see you back here,â he says casually, twirling a forkful of pasta.
âMe too. It was⌠kind of abrupt.â
He nods, not pressing, just listening. You donât think youâre ready to talk about that so you try a joke.
âDidnât think youâd ever see the girl who carried your performance of Stan?â you add, smirking. âI basically launched your career.â
âCarried?â He raises an eyebrow, clearly amused. âNah, you were choking.â
âHell no.â
âUh-huh.â He laughs softly, shoulders bobbing. âRewriting historyâŚ.â
âFine. I sucked. Joon totally went behind my back with that one. Not that heâs the only one who likes going behind my back,â you add pointedly, of course alluding to the matter of your paid-off rent.
Yoongi scratches the back of his neck, looking almost guilty. âSorry for overstepping.â
âJust donât start paying my utilities behind my back, too. Becauseââ
He shifts awkwardly, avoiding your gaze.
âYoongi?â
He clears his throat. âJust your electricity. I⌠may have asked the landlord to include it this month.â
âOh my god.â
âAnd water,â he adds quickly, eyes widening like a kid who just got caught.
âAdd my Netflix subscription while youâre at it.â
âDone.â
âNO!!! Youâre actually worse than Joonie,â you groan, though a smile quirks at your lips. âBut, thank you:â
He nods, briefly pausing before he speaks up again, a little too flippantly. âSo⌠you and Namjoonieâwhatâs the deal there?â
You blink, caught off guard. âWhat do you mean?â
He shrugs, looking somewhere over your shoulder. âYou know what we all think? That heâs playing some kind of long game with you.â
You wrinkle your nose, laughing. âOh god, no. Yâall are waayyy off. Namjoonâs like my brother, thatâs it.â
Yoongi nods slowly, the smallest hint of a smile on his lips as he watches you.
âEveryone thinks that, huh?â you ask, leaning in, a little bolder than usual.
âMhmm.â Yoongi gives a slow nod, as he nibbles his lower lip.
âAll the members?â
âYeah,â he says, watching you carefully.
âIncluding you?â
He shrugs, a small smile tugging at the corner of his lips, though something shifts in his expression, like heâs trying to piece together a puzzle he didnât know existed.
âInteresting,â you murmur, swirling your glass.
âWhy?â he narrows his eyes on you, wheels turning in his head.
Maybe itâs the beer loosening you up, bubbles lifting your usual filters. Youâve always been a lightweight.
âYou never wondered why Joonie suddenly set you up for English tutoring with meâjust youâeven though your company had a professional hired to teach everyone?â
He blinks, eyes narrowing a bit more.
âOr why I ended up singing with you at that damn club?â You laugh, leaning back.
His lips mold into a small pout, processing, but youâre already laughing.
âJoonieâs been throwing me into your orbit, Yoongi,â you say, giggling, the alcohol hitting you hard now. âAnd youâre telling me you never noticed?â
He looks like heâs having a full conversation with himself, his mouth opening and closing like a stunned goldfish inside a gallon bottle. All he manages is an eloquent: âshit.â
âWell, for the record,â you pause, âI thought you were cute, but it was obvious you werenât interested. Donât worry, though,â you say lightly, glancing down on your almost empty plate. âIâm a big girl now. Itâs all in the past.â
As you stab the last meatball, you miss the way Yoongiâs gaze softens.
You have no way of knowing whatâs going through his head. But if you did, you would find that heâs thinking:
If he could go back in time, heâd kick his younger self straight in the balls for not noticing, and tell him to get his head out of his ass long enough to realize this one shocking truth:Â
You were not Namjoonâs girl.
And he actually had a chance with you.
Because maybe youâre right. Back then everything was about the dreamâyâknow, big house, big cars, big rings, and all that shit. So yeah, maybe, he wasnât ready then.
But that doesnât mean he isnât now.
Notes: Oh-KKKAYYY!! How are we feeling? Anything you liked in particular in this chapter? Where is the baby mama? Do we even care atp?!
Part 2 is where things get more flirty, spicy, and all that good stuff.
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hi!!! i hope ur doing well>< can u do kinich with a shy s/o but get reaaally freaky in bed?
art creds: @ sumi_noth on x
warnings: p in v sex, anal penetration, afab!reader (no specified gender), consent king kinich, freaky ass reader, handcuff usage, blindfold usage, dirty talk kind of, but mostly praise, oral(?, eating you out),
he didn't expect your interests to be... different from your actions, or at least in public. your shy grasps on his arm if ever you were anxious, or the habit of standing in front of you to intimidate
or the flushed expression that danced across your cheeks when he complimented you. it could be the arm that grasped your waist when he knew you were uncomfortable.
well, whatever it was, it was cute in its own way.
but looking at you and comparing to thenâare you really the same person...? maybe you have a secret twin!
"n- nngh! kinâ pleasef- I wan' it s'bad!" you whined, feeling him strike your insides for the umpteenth time. he really didn't mind but he could see how shaky your legs were.
"y'sure? you're trembling, baby." "mmn, need more, please?"
he simply tilted his head, you looked tired. he doesn't care too much about himself since his stamina sustains for very long. but yours didn't.
he swore this little thing of yours lasted a week each month. always telling him how bad you needed him with those pleading eyes. he couldn't say no, that'd be mean!
"whatever you want, sweetheart."
he'd give you the world if possible, but he cares for your safety, so he does end up not going through with your feralness in bed. no matter how cute your whining and begging might be- he doesn't want to take advantage of the fact that you want all of him more than just seven rounds.
one time you asked him to cuff you to the bed, and he asked more than just five times. you.. want him to use his elemental skill to tie you to the bed post? is that really safe?
well, he wouldn't complain too much, pulling on the vine line like a leash if he just decided on cuffing them behind you, or grasping your hair while you take him from behind.
as long as you're okay with it ('till he notices you're visibly tired). he learns to know your limits as well, no more how freaky you are. cause he isn't with you for the sake of sex, but for you yourself.
these moments with you were just a bonus. and in which he very much treasured. oh well, back to the blurb of him slamming you from behind.
he likes positions where he sees your face better. the one he usually sees hiding in the strands of your hair, or in the softness of your palms. he promises he doesn't have a corruption kink or whatever but damn he loved the way your expression would distort to something so naughty. fuck, he needed this as much as you did.
the sounds he long sought after for back when you both weren't even together yet, he didn't want to admit- but he did fantasize this. how the lewd mewls would spill like a river from the beauty and softness of your mouth.
he couldn't help but groan right into the shell of your ear. instinctively his mouth moves, to praise you of course.
"doin' s'fuckin well for me sweetheart, just keep taking me in like that yeah?"
you could feel yourself clench at the very end of his sentence. fuck you didn't know praise could feel this good, his movements matched with the quick, lusty grunts he let out.
even when he placed the blindfold onto your pretty head. he missed your pretty eyes, the way they'd look at him with a pleading look. he could barely see how your eyebrows furrowed.
that's alright, he liked how you seemed so vulnerable, not knowing where to place your hands, and you can't predict what he'd do, or where his touch would land next (which was your entrance)
placing his lips onto the soft folds, licking you up and down with tease. hearing you moan and sob, asking him to stop edging and get to the point, but he doesn't really like when you're being a little bratty.
"take what i give you, or i'll leave you like this, 'kay?"
and you couldn't do anything but nod. his cold words sent shivers down your spine, combined with the kitty licks to your clit, the coldness of his ungloved palms that spread your legs apart, squeezing them every now and then.
really loves the way you taste though, loves how addicting it can get. you're the only drug he'd ever take.
once he's done "punishing" you, he goes right back to being the sloppy eater he is. his mouth basically attached itself to your soppy entrance.
doesn't matter if you're cumming or notâhe laps everything up like a homeless man who's got food for the first time in forever.
he doesn't know what it is- maybe it's the scent, or is it truly the taste? maybe it could be the way it looks? or maybe how it feels? he doesn't get why he wants your essence so bad, but whatever magic it has he hopes it'll last him lifetimes (or at least last you a good orgasm)
overall is just "whatever you want, my love" and makes sure you get the best out of it! :)
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Paranoia - November 2 - jegulus - @taylorswiftmicrofic - word count: 372
Okay, so he was a little anxious. Pacing around the room, wringing his hands and biting his lip, he kept second-guessing everything in his entire life that heâd known to be true up until that moment.Â
âI canât do it,â he sighed, slapping his hands on his thighs and turning to face Sirius, who seemed to be both impatient and entertained.Â
âWhy?â his best friend asked, a dubious smile on his face. âAnd donât say itâs because you could have imagined the whole thing, because youâre not that creative.â
âNo!â James shook his head. That was ridiculous. âNo, itâs justâŚwhat if the whole thing was platonic?â
Sirius took what seemed to be a long-suffering deep breath, pressing his fingers on his temples and closing his eyes. âPlatonic?â
âYes,â James nodded, hands shaking. âPlatonic.â
âProngs. Progsie. James. My best friend. With all of the love in the world, you are paranoid as fuck,â Sirius said, his voice gentle.Â
But that wasnât true! âHow do you know for sure?â he nearly-whined, frowning. âYou never know! He could just want to be really good friends!â
Siriusâs strangled laugh sounded like a dying animal. âJames, this is Regulus weâre talking about! He hates affection! Heâll literally kill someone to avoid physical touch! He despises being vulnerable, and yet for the past fucking month, all youâve been able to talk about is your disgustingly sweet moments together! Itâs been awful for me, by the way. Like, please stab my ears out! But I mean, moonlit walks? Stargazing? Fucking kissing in the rain? Friends donât do that, mate!â
James stopped pacing and faced his friend, sighing. âSo you really think he might fancy me? That he might actually say yes if I ask him out?â
âYES!â Sirius shouted, throwing his hands in the air. âGods, if he doesnât then just murder me, because I wonât be able to survive any more pining, for Merlinâs sake!â
Deflating, James sighed, nodding to himself. âAlright. Alright, Iâll ask him. Iâll do it.â
âThank Godric,â Sirius sighed, flinging himself back on his bed and sounding exhausted.Â
But a thought occurred to James that he had to get out. âButâŚ.what if I did imagine it? I am very creati-â
âI hate you.â
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monster
member â incubus!cheol x f reader genre â smut, supernatural (demon), pwp word count â 2.2k synopsis â who said you aren't allowed to fuck your sleep paralysis demon? warnings â descriptions of female anatomy, monster cock!cheol, mean dom!cheol, masturbation (reader), messy blowjob, rough throat fucking, throat bulge kink, choking/breathplay, dacryphilia, some degredation and praise, a little humiliation, throat training (kinda), cum in mouth, sooooo much cum, cheol is a demon both metaphorically and literally, cheol has a tail and uses it for kinky purposes, objectification (of reader), nicknames (darling, sweetheart, slut, good girl, toy, etc.), implied established relationship ? (this is not their first time together) notes â thanks to @multi-kpop-fanfics @kwanisms for help brainstorming the demon part and @cheolism @onlymingyus @beomcoups for proofreading !! i really wanted to put out one more spooky fic before december hehe. if you enjoyed this fic, please remember to reblog!! it's super important for sharing my work and it lets me know this is something people wanna see more of :)
âdarling, now what did i tell you about touching yourself without me?â
you startle at the sudden low voice whispering in your ear, and your cheeks grow hot as you sit up straighter on the bed. your skin prickles with the sudden feeling of being watched, tingling almost in excitement.Â
you already know who it is even before his figure fades into visibility. his face still obscured in shadow and your room is dark, illuminated by nothing but the faint gleam of the moon shining in through your window. even so, you know his piercing eyes can see through the dark when yours can't.Â
he looks different each time he arrives. sometimes itâs the long blond hair, slicked back with gel and a single strand falling across his forehead. sometimes itâs the black hair, shaved close on the sides with half of it tied back in a bun. but the red that he wears tonight has always been your favorite: a bright, unnaturally glowing shade that seems to match his fiery personality.
thatâs how he appears to you now, dressed in his usual purple suit, the deep neckline showing off the muscles in his broad chest and his tail curled in a relaxed coil around his leg. a thick silver chain hangs around his neck and instinctively you shiver at the sight of it, the memory of it seared into your skin from all the times he's held you down rough and fast and let it drag across your back, just the way you like it.
âyou were expecting me, werenât you?â he murmurs. his voice is warm and deep like a pool of water, and each time you hear it, it only makes you want to jump deeper and deeper into him.
âm-maybe,â you manage breathlessly, though both of you know itâs so obviously a lie.
he laughs, but his tone isnât humorous. you can practically see the smirk in his voice even without being able to see his face. âof course you were. or else you wouldnât be sitting there, soaking through your panties and thinking about me like the depraved little slut you are. isnât that right, sweetheart?âÂ
the bedroom suddenly brightens with a warm orange glow, as if lit by a candle, except there's nothing there. cheol finally steps out of the shadows, allowing you to see all of him. the look on his face radiates condescension, yet it only makes the heat between your legs burn hotter.Â
you don't give him an answer to his question, and he doesn't pry for one. that's how this usually goes; you both know exactly what the other is here for anyway. once you're sure he's watching, you slowly pull your fingers from your cunt and keep your legs spread to reveal your glistening, sticky arousal that he loves so much, and that's enough of an answer to keep him satisfied for now. he doesn't react, but you can tell he's enjoying the sight from the way his eyes begin to glow a deep, hungry red.
you get up off the bed and start to move towards him, but he vanishes. a laugh sounds from behind you, and you whip around to see him sitting where you had been on the bed.
cheol spreads his thighs apart, leaning back against the headboard of your bed, and you take it as an invitation to move back towards him. you're already starting to feel the neediness returning, the empty feeling only heightened by his presence.
you try to sit down but his hand catches your arm, wrapped around your wrist to keep you at a distance.
âah ah ah,â he scolds, holding back a laugh at your pout of confusion. âyou already had your turn. if you behave for me, then i might consider giving you something in return.â
you nod quickly, and he smirks, directing you to kneel between his thighs instead. âmm⌠my good girl, always so eager.âÂ
he leans closer to you and fists his hand through your hair, his fingers tangling in your hair to pull you up and force your head to be level with his. he whispers against your cheek and it raises goosebumps on your skin, his eyes dark and narrowed as he bares his teeth with a grin. âi think you might just be one of my favorites, you know? such a cute little thing you are.â
he lets go of your hair and you reposition yourself to lay as comfortably as you can, now face to face with his cock as he pushes away his pants. you may be one of his favorites, but he's also one of yours. the first time he appeared was the last time you slept with a human man, and as long as you have him you'll never want to again. there's no desire for the mediocre hookups of the past when you have the devil's right hand man using his hands on you. seungcheol fits in all the right places, in all the right ways, and each time with him is even more satisfying than the last.
you tentatively wrap your hand around the base of his cock, trying to guide him into your mouth. this part never gets easier on you, but it's well worth it for the pleasure he gives you in return.Â
ârelax, sweetheart,â he coos as you slide your lips further down. âyou're so tense. you want to take it all, don't you? breathe through your nose, you know the drill.â
to anyone else his words might sound kind, but you know the way he's teasing you is anything but kind. you whimper and try to follow his direction, forcing your jaw to go slack as you try to fit more down your throat. slowly but surely you manage to take him into your mouth, but your lips still only reach halfway down his length.
he pushes his hips up into your mouth once he's given you a moment to adjust, an experimental thrust to see if you're ready. you choke a little and let out a gagging sound, your eyes instantly starting to water as he hits the back of your throat. but you don't tell him to stop, and he doesn't stop.
you keep trying to relax your jaw, letting the length of his cock slide against your tongue with wet, messy noises.
cheol's tail wraps itself around your neck and you stifle a strangled gasp in surprise. his cock is so far down your throat itâs already almost hard to breathe, but the added pressure as he chokes you makes it even harder. you're lightheaded from the feeling but not enough to hurt, teetering on the line between pleasure and pain.Â
âyou look absolutely pathetic, darling,â he says, a low groan rumbling deep in his chest. âso gorgeous.â
your arms are shaking from holding yourself up on your elbows, but his praise is what keeps you going, choking back a whimper as you take his cock further down your throat. your vision blurs around the edges, but you can feel the spit dribbling from your mouth as it runs down his length. he makes it impossible to focus on anything besides the bruising pace of his cock.
cheol coos in fake sympathy, his tail coiling just a little tighter around your neck. âaw, poor thing. is it too difficult for you, sweetheart? you're trying so hard to be good for me. just relax.â
at this angle he can't see it, but he can feel the way your throat bulges around his length. he can feel the ridges of your throat tightening around his cock with each labored breath you take, barely enough room to allow air into your lungs. if you were in a different position he'd be able to see the faint outline of his cock stretching your throat, expanding and contracting as you struggle to meet his thrusts.
âyou're loving this, aren't you? i can tell. i can smell it.â he inhales deeply through his nostrils, as if to prove his point. âahh. like cinnamon, and⌠peaches. i can practically taste you from here, my darling. so sweetâŚâ
if your mouth weren't so full and you could speak properly right now, you'd probably be whining seungcheol's name and begging for more. no matter how many times he tells you to forget him, he always ends up back in your bed like this. maybe he really does have a favorite.
he groans and rolls his neck back, his skin flushed red as he looks down at you. fuck, what a sight: your pretty little ass up in the air and your lips stretched around him, looking up at him with pleading eyes filled with tears.
cheol lets out another laugh, his voice just a little strained as he teases you. âif you hadn't already soaked through your cute little panties before i got here, then i'd bet they definitely are by now.â
you choke a little around him, caught off guard by his words, but he's not wrong. you wiggle your hips involuntarily, trying your best to hold still but it's hard to stay focused. your head is fuzzy and your senses are overwhelmed, your throat burning with friction both inside and out.
your grip starts to loosen around the base of his cock but seungcheol just tsks and repeats your name, his tail squeezing once to get your attention. âuse your hands, darling, you have them for a reason. now just stay still, relax for me.â he flashes you a grin. âdon't want to hurt my favorite toy, of course.â
his thrusts into your mouth grow more hurried, shoving his cock down your throat faster and sloppier with each snap of his hips. the force of his movements is unnaturally strong, and although you know by now that he's right on the edge, he barely looks like he's breaking a sweat.Â
he finally releases with a deep groan, spilling down your throat and flooding your mouth. his thrusts don't stop, only slowing down a fraction as he tilts his head back, letting out another satisfied moan.
you know better than to stop without cheol's permission, so you hold your head in place and try to keep up with him. your eyes are brimming with tears as you struggle not to choke, and finally the hot, wet drops spill over and roll down your cheeks from the intense amount of energy it's taking to stay still.
all you can do is focus again on breathing through your nose and swallowing all of his cum that you can. unlike other men you've been with, you're not repulsed by the taste of him, and swallowing would be easy if there weren't so much of it. even when he should be finished he still keeps going, his tip pulsating against your tongue with each spurt.
just when you think you can't hold it any longer, the pressure on your neck suddenly releases and seungcheol uncurls his tail from around your neck. you pull your head away from his cock, gasping and stuttering, and you vaguely register cheol's fingers beneath your chin to support your head, your jaw aching from being held stretched open for so long.Â
âmm, there you go. deep breaths, now.â
seungcheol chuckles as if heâs pleased at the sight of you. his tail lifts to wipe the tears from your cheeks, then some of the drool and spit and cum from the corner of your mouth, and you exhale a shallow, shaky breath.
âare you done for tonight? orâŚâ he hums once he's given you a moment to recover, but although his words are kind again, there's no sympathy in his tone. he caresses your cheek gently with his thumb, his crimson red eyes sparkling as he looks down at you.
â⌠you think you can take more?â
your eyes are heavy and lidded, feeling like all your energy has been zapped from you, but somehow you're still insatiable. there's an itch that you can never quite scratch, feelings that only seungcheol can make you feel, and the promise of that satisfaction is enough to keep you sated and happy for decades.
âmore,â you stammer, still catching your breath, but your eyes are fixed on his. âp-please, i can take it.â
cheol's smile widens, revealing his gleaming white teeth, although he'd already known what your answer would be. âoh, i know you can. such an obedient thing you are, always so ready to please and be pleased. you want more, hm?â
you nods quickly as you can manage, your neck still aching a little. that's how he always leaves you: a ruined mess, exhausted and sore, yet you'd still jump on the chance for another round if he offered. and he always does.
before you can blink he flips you onto your back, disappearing almost like magic and reappearing at the end of the bed to kneel between your legs. his thick cock rests against your stomach, still just as hard as before, and the weight of him on top of you already has you shivering with excitement.
âyouâve been such a good girl for me, darling. i think you deserve a little reward for taking my cock so well.â he grins as he traces his fingers down your body, his hands finding your hips as his grip tightens. âyou get to take it again.â
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Okay. I always look at these posts and see these comments,
Americangirl: Yes, women make up alot of Trumps voterbase, most of them are republican and considering how he did in the polls, will stay republican, however, this does not make the idea of âvoting against your ownâ less true, as many other demographics have done the same over the promises of other issues that have been mentioned, but regardless, the threat is there, to a-lot of people it felt like that if you vote for trump there will be a long trickle effect leading to the infringement of their rights, something that they are entitled to in a country that flaunts it. So yes, people are threatened, want more information? You can probably check, im not here to teach you.
I can see your point, I know people that work their asses off daily only to lose more than a quarter of their check. This job market is shit. Yet it is that frustration that galvanizes this frustrated demographic, they feel that whatever the republicans will do will lead to less taxes, regardless of action, meaning less welfare, which in turn, affects poor people. What we really need is to stop believing that republicans are low taxes and dems are high, it is not productive, we need to hold our governments accountable for spending money on a broken system without even taking the time to fix it, and focus those tax dollars into efficiency, which, if Iâm being honest, is not being done as much as one or the other side of this bipartisan shitscape likes to imagine they are.
This is just not even productive. âThe left hates the poorâ very good observation. I get the feeling that you use your âvibesâ on alot of things but please do understand that the butt of most jokes is that we spend (politically) TOO MUCH time and money on the poor to the point its controversial. Remember obamacare?
To sum it up, I have a headache, and my words will go out from one ear to the other. I am left because I chose to be, I read, I studied, and I saw what it stood for. I did not go off âvibesâ, and from what it stands now, yes, I will stay left until the right stops abusing their ability to funnel american frustration into their own needs and wants, until they stop using their idea on how its âtheyâ that is causing all the problems, rather than the men in suits that live within us, perpetuating this broken system that is abused. Until they start talking sense, instead of using words like âwoke mind virusâ âbrainwashedâ and other buzzwords to further perpetuate this antagonism of âtheyâ whoever âtheyâ are.
TLDR: these comments piss me the fuck off, and I had to point some shit out, if you choose to ignore it, fine, so be it. Donât be surprised when your echo chamber gets too loud or unfriendly.
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you're my sun, my moon, my guiding star
âFine, letâs have it your way then,â Eddie slammed his phone down on the kitchen table. âYou set me up a dating profile then â Hinge, Grindr, whatever you fucking want, Buck. Set me up a dating profile, and you pick which random man I need to sleep with to make it so you feel okay about wanting me.âÂ
in which evan buckley gets dumped, gets drunk with his best friend, realises he's in love with said best friend, and lets his abandonment issues get the best of him. because your first is never your last, right? so buck can't be eddie's first: he needs to be his last.
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Buck was driving himself to Eddieâs before he could really even think about it, the autopilot of his brain engaging and getting him behind the wheel, and on the road to his best friendâs house without needing much thought at all. Eddie was who he needed, in that moment â not Maddie, and her sage advice, not Hen, whoâd be clever, and logical about it all. No, he needed Eddie. Eddie, who inexplicably opened the front door in his underwear and a pink shirt. Eddie, who let them sit in silence, a playlist churning out eighties rock for a full twenty-three minutes (Buck checked) before Eddie said anything at all.Â
âSo,â Eddie set his empty drink down, gesturing to Buck for a second. Buck twisted the cap off before he handed it over, adding to the pile on the coffee table. âWhat happened? You said that you and Tommy were going to the movies tonight.âÂ
Buck groaned, the sound loud in the quiet of Eddieâs house. âI was supposed to be,â he slumped back onto the couch. âBut then he dumped me.âÂ
Eddie raised an eyebrow. âHe dumped you?â
âHe dumped me,â Buck confirmed. âBecause I am a deeply unlovable individual who is going to die alone.â
Eddie rolled his eyes. âI think you might be being dramatic there.â
âIâm not!â Buck protested. âEddie, everyone I date dumps me â or leaves me. That apparently doesnât even change when Iâm dating a man. Itâs not â I thought it would be different, with Tommy.âÂ
âBecause heâs a man?â Eddieâs confusion wasnât judgemental â no, Eddie never judged him, Buck was sure of that much. It was sincere confusion, his best friend wanting to understand where Buck was coming from.
âYeah? No? I mean â maybe,â Buck huffed. He wasnât entirely sure how to articulate himself. âI guess â I guess I just thought that now I know who I am, that Iâm like â consciously aware Iâm bisexual â it might be different. That maybe it didnât work out before because there was this part of me that I didnât know, or understand, and that had affected my relationships because I wasnât bringing my like, whole self to the table. But if it didnât work with Tommy, then thatâs not why. Right? Then the problem is me.âÂ
Eddieâs expression softened. âI donât think the problem is you, Buck.â
âIt has to me! Iâm the only common denominator here.â
Buck wanted to cry. He wanted to lie down on Eddieâs couch and cry until he had nothing left â and it wasnât about Tommy, really, because Buck had liked Tommy, but the end of their relationship wasnât what was making him feel so devastated. It was the idea of Tommy, more than anything else â what Tommy represented. A happily ever after that Buck was falling short of all over again.Â
âWhat did Tommy say, exactly? Maybe â maybe youâre spiralling, and he gave you a good reason that youâre not seeing.âÂ
âHe â I asked him to move in with me.âÂ
âBuck.â
Eddie sounded long-suffering. Buck had earned that. He knew that much. âI know,â he knew it had been the wrong move. The words were barely out of his mouth, and Buck knew it had been the wrong move â but that was sort of his thing, to cling desperately to relationships that didnât work because he was so terrified of being alone. âI just â I felt comfortable with him, and the whole Abby thing was weird.â
âReally weird,â Eddie agreed, wincing.Â
âBut not the kind of weird I couldnât get past. Right? He came over tonight, and I told him â why be apart when we could be together. Then, he said he couldnât move in with me, because if he did, I would only break his heart,â Buck sighed. He wouldnât intend to. Thatâs what Tommy had said â but who ever planned to break someoneâs heart? No one was that cruel. Maybe they were â but Buck wasnât. Heâd never wanted to break anyoneâs heart, even if that had been the end result sometimes.Â
Eddie was quiet for a second. âDid he say why he thought youâd break his heart?â
Buckâs beer burned his throat as he took another gulp, the sour taste lingering. âHe said that he was my first, but he wasnât my last.âÂ
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what about 2min teaching another member who just got a gf how to fuck her properly? like, they have a toy or something for the other member to practice on while 2min demonstrates on reader?
i could imagine the other member thrusting into the toy wrongly and lee know just goes ânononono, like thisâ and thrusts into reader for the nth time and overstims them.
while one of 2min is fucking reader, the other is trying to make reader stop being so loud and shoves their cock into readers mouth.
and to top it all off, since reader literally cannot stop convulsing theres a bit of collar play and 2min tugs on the collar when they need to and theyre unphased but reader is out here drooling all over themselves
im nasty, what can i say? đžđžđž
oh my fucking god?? U ARE NASTY BUT THANK U FOR THIS
this is 1k words LMFAO oopsie..
something about them making the other member use a toy instead of their own girlfriend is so.... humiliation kink at its finest
like them saying something along the lines of "if you can't fuck her properly, you can't get her at all" and its not even their girlfriend to make such bold commands?? ugh
i can picture this being hard/mean dom! jeongin's awakening
so lets picture this. virgin!innie who hasnt even seen a vagina until the first time you two got intimate. and even then, the few times you two have been intimate only included mutual masturbation
so i bring you!! closeted mean dom 2min who offers their help to their poor maknae!
he goes to them first, expressing his worries about not performing well enough for his girlfriend- and about how he doesn't want to embarrass himself by not being able to pleasure you properly!
so he gets 2 of his favorite hyungs in his room seated on either side of you. their hands are all over you, from showing jeongin how to finger you properly, and describing to him how to curve his fingers the way you like it.
and how do they know he's performing well enough? well that would be all thanks to the fleshlight they bought him :)
its clear so they can see through it, watching his fingers every move. and he has such long, pretty fingers, so it would be such a shame if they went to waste? "thank god we're teaching him this too, right y/nnie?"
they make you cum twice on their fingers, one time each man so they can give their own two advice and show off their techniques. so can they really blame you for subconciously fighting back when seungmin slides his cock inside of you?
not really... but that wont stop minho from forcing both of your wrists into one of his. it also wont stop seungmin from thrusting even harder into you, quickly getting distracted with your tight cunt and forgetting the whole goal of the situation
he basically uses you as his own personal fleshlight until you both cum, jeongin cumming around the same time. you and jeongin are barely given a break before minho is pouncing with an order for the maknae to "get to it"
minho's a lot bigger and fucks into you faster and harder than seungmin, rolling his hips roughly and teaching jeongin to do the same. he sometimes even compares it to certain dance moves from their choreos and will slow his own thrusts to watch closely and make sure the maknae is moving correctly
once he's sure the boy has learned, minho's so rough with it that your eyes feel permanently rolled to the back of your head, his tip constantly pummeling into your sensitive walls.
it gets to the point where you cant control yourself when your nails start to rake down his arm! >< its just "too much!"
it makes him mad and he slaps your hand away, not wanting marks, only to be made even more upset when you push your hand against his lower stomach with begs for him to give you a break
but he has no plans to stop, not even after you've came yet again. and who are you to give him orders right now??? so he whistles for seungmin to help, and youre absolutely stunned when a piece of leather slides around your neck and gets buckled by the puppy man himself
he tosses the end of the leash to minho and helps him flip you over, manhandling you onto your hands and knees
at this point, jeongins completely zoned out. he's not nearly as overstimulated as you, but as his 2nd orgasm builds and as he's forced to watch some of his closest friends pound his dear girlfriend int his mattress, he feels like he's floating on another planet
so what happens when you're finally let go by seungmin and minho? what do you think happens when they leave your apartment, after teaching jeongin about aftercare, and you're left alone, still sensitive with your oddly quiet boyfriend?
not sleeping. thats for sure :) you're lucky he loves you and doesn't want to push your body too far, yet. so he'll only fuck you to orgasm once, but he's gonna be like a new man reborn, hips fucking into you faster than either of the men did earlier.
they didnt teach him this, but it comes all too naturally when he shoves his fingers into your mouth and pushes down against your tongue
the drool that drips down his wrist is almost enough to make him laugh, but the little semblance of jealousy in his veins tells him to do something more
he uses the spit on his fingers to pinch and massage one of your nipples, all while the other set of fingers are tangles in your hair and holds you flat against him.
he's so deep and your body has been through so much the last few hours that your own orgasm takes you by surprised, your legs shaking aggressively as your body convulses as best as it can with his iron grip on your head
& his mouth is so filthy as he uses you as his fleshlight- telling you that youre a little slut for enjoying the other men using you freely while he was forced to watch. he tells you how hes gonna use every last thing he saw you enjoy against you, from the leash & collar to the way your body was so happy at their rough hands on your- HIS pretty pussy
once hes finished he essentially redoes everything they did earlier for aftercare, adding in his own "spice" by running you a hot shower and kissing every inch of your body as he helps you wash off
he definitely gets hard again, but he'll deal with it himself while you sleep.
maybe if youre lucky, he'll wake you up with that pretty cock all up in your tummy again <3
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JJ Maybank x fem reader
Authors note: just had to write something for THAT scene that drove us all crazy. Gif made by me cause I could not stop thinking of how hot he was with the fucking bat đ
This is my first new fic in a long time, so I know it's not without its flaws, but I hope you guys enjoy đ
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Warnings: SMUT, mean JJ, oral (fem and male receiving), fingering, rough unprotected sex, blood
Summary: you track JJ down at Zeazy's office
The second I saw downtown, I knew he was really off the rails. Lucky for me, I knew exactly where he was headed. I broke off from the group, making sure no one was following as I sprinted further into town.
When Zeasyâs real estate office came into view and I saw the busted windows, I sighed in relief. I found him. I approached quietly, not wanting to spook him as I reached through the broken door, opening it up from the inside.
âJâ, I whisper as I enter the front office, trying not to step on the glass thatâs scattered all over the floor. I continue walking forward till Iâm grabbed by the back of my hair. I go to let out a scream and a ring clad hand is slapped over my mouth.
âWhat the fuck are you doing here?â He seethes as he releases my hair and pushes me forward. I spin to face him and heâs still holding the bat, hair disheveled, eyes darker than his normal shade of blue and I take a cautionary step backward.
âYou need to stop J, theyâre gonna lock you up for years over this.â I say, nothing but concern laced in my words.
âThey arenât taking me alive, I can guarantee you that. Just get out of here. You arenât gonna want to watch it unfold Y/N.â
âI just want to help. How can I help you, I know this isnât you.â I take a step towards him and he takes steps back.
âYou canât help me. Just get the fuck out.â He shouts as he points to the door. âIâm not gonna tell you again.â
âPlease-â He cuts me off, storming towards me and grabbing me by the throat.
âYou wanna know what I need princess? Get on your fucking knees.â He demands as he releases me and I choke as I let in a breath. Iâve never seen him like this in the years Iâve known him. Completely unhinged and it makes my stomach churn.
âWe canât stay here, take me somewhere else and-â Iâm cut off again and this time heâs pushing me down to the ground. âThe glass.â I shriek as I feel the shards cut into my knees.
âOpen your fucking mouth. Now.â He demands as he undoes his jeans. My heart is racing as I open my mouth and stick out my tongue. When he pulls his dick out, I attempt to speak again but he grabs the back of my hair and forces himself all the way to the back of my throat as I choke.
âThere we go. Iâve always wondered what youâd look like with that pretty mouth stuffed full with my cock.â He rasps as he pulls out to the tip of my tongue and plunges it back inside. I do my best to breathe through my nose as his assault continues. Tears cascade down my face as he continues to use me and Iâm relieved when I feel him begin to twitch and my mouth fills with cum. âThatâs a start.â He growls as he pulls out and I can finally breathe again. I didnât have a chance to fully process what he just said before Iâm spun around and my face was pressed into the floor. My cheek stings as Iâm cut up all over again and I canât even speak as my shorts are pulled off and panties pulled to the side. He buries his face in my pussy and I gasp as I try to pull away.
âStop trying to run away from me, you need to be wet for the way Iâm about to split you the fuck open.â He flicks my clit rapidly and I try my best to stay still to avoid the glass pushing deeper into my skin. âDidnât take much though, did it? You just love being used donât you princess?â He plunges two fingers into my aching hole and I moan into the floor trying to figure out if this is a sick dream because while Iâve thought about this, I never imagined it would be happening like this. I can hear how wet I am as his fingers slide in and out with ease, nudging that sweet spot with his rings and Iâm already on the edge.
âJ.â I cry as I start to tighten up and arch into his movements, no longer caring about the pain to other areas of my abused body.
âCum already.â He coaxes and Iâm relieved when I do. âJesus, I hope you squeeze my cock the way you just squeezed my fingers.â He pulls them out, cleaning them off before replacing them with his cock.
âFuck-I canât.â I plead. Heâs so thick and I feel like Iâm being torn open. Iâve never felt so full.
âYou need to relax. Youâre so fucking tight that youâre pushing me out.â He groans as he continues pushing in all the way to the hilt. âBreathe, I know you can take it. Iâm gonna make you.â He starts a punishing rhythm, one hand tight on my hip and the other pushing down on my back to keep me from moving.
âJJ, please.â I plead and he slaps his hand over my mouth but doesnât miss a beat as he continues chasing his release.
âThey are still out there searching for me, you really want the whole town to hear how helpless you are while Iâm inside of you?â He mocks and seconds later, heâs pulling out and flipping us over, bringing me into a straddle on his lap. âYou wanna cum again, youâre gonna have to work for it. Come on Y/N, use me like I used you.â He demands and Iâm quick to action, sliding down hard then pushing him down to lie flat on his back. âShit!â He hisses as glass cuts through his shirt, piercing his back.
âYouâre a piece of shit!â I seethe as I bounce up and down, trying hard to take the control he granted me. His head flies back momentarily at the pleasure we both feel but I can tell heâs still angry with the way his fingertips bite into my hips.
âYeah? And what does that make you?â He retorts as he tries to sit up and I slam him back down again. âBitch.â He growls and I know it hurts. I lean down, capturing his mouth with a brutal kiss and biting down hard on his lower lip. The taste of blood forces itâs way into my mouth with his tongue. If he wants it rough, Iâll give it to him. Our teeth clash together as I take him deeper and deeper. He grabs the back of my hair, snapping my head back. âCome on, squeeze me good and hard one last time.â His teeth sink into my neck and that band snaps as my body shakes on top of him. I feel him twitch and then his hot ropes of cum are shooting inside of me. In the distance, I can make out the faint sounds of sirens as we struggle to get to our feet.
âJ.â I warn.
âI know.â He quickly tucks himself back into his jeans as I put my shorts back on. Both cut up and used, he grabs my hand and we flee into the night.
#jj maybank#jj maybank fic#jj maybank fanfiction#jj maybank smut#jj maybank x reader#obx#outer banks#outer banks smut#rudy pankow#rudy pankow fic#rudy pankow smut
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op re your tag: #do you think they played 20 questions
yes! yes, i absolutely do! becauseâas you saidâtwo hours is a very long time to spend treading water while maybe possibly probably about to die, but especially with somebody you don't know all that well.
and this is stiles we're talking about! adhd motormouth stiles stilinski, who cannot bear uncomfortable (or even comfortable lol) silences at the best of times. so put him in an incredibly tense situation? with somebody he doesn't know very well? somebody he is nervous around (because contrary to popular belief stiles does actually have some self preservation instincts, plus, y'know, there's the whole derek is objectively hot as all sin thing) and of course he would start babbling away incessantly! ofc he would!
so yeah yes uh-uh you can absolutely bet your bottom dollar that stiles is gonna rope the local creeper wolf into playing 20 questions!
that boy will also absolutely be getting derek to play the âi go to the shops and buy...â recall game that his mom used to play with him when he was a little kid! he will absolutely be forcing der to sing the national anthem with him (derek does not sing, he doesn't, but he's maybe about to possibly die and is losing his mind a little so sue him if he grumbles through the verses an octave deeper than stiles's ridiculous soprano)! stiles absolutely asks derek what his favourite thai order is (it's pad thai, which stiles mocks him for because it's such an unbelievably basic choice, and derek resolutely tells him to fuck off) and stiles in turn shares with derek that his favourite is tom yum goong which obviously means he is more adventurous than derek (which is when derek tells stiles that hot and sour shrimp soup is not really that adventurous, and then reminds stiles that stiles can resolutely fuck off)! and then, what with the whole probable death thing, stiles absolutely starts to wonder if derek might be thinking about his family, and wonders when the last time was that derek got to talk about them, so he asks derek to tell stiles stuff about them, and at first derek is too stubborn (upset) to talk about them, but stiles keeps asking him more and more questions about his mom and dad and brothers and sisters and cousins and aunts and uncles and grandparents, and derek realises that he really does want to talk about them all so he starts answering stiles's questions in only short sentences at first but then finds himself regaling funny stories about them and thinks about all sorts other fond memories because of this, ending up telling stiles things he hasn't thought about in years and it's really nice, so then he's then asking stiles about stiles's family, and stiles says he's never had that much of it really but talks about how losing his mom when he was little was and is the fucking worst thing that ever happened to him because she was his best friend in the whole wide world (he loves his dad too, but saw even less of him back when he was a deputy) and he tells derek how he misses her like a lung and that he talks to her sometimes (which derek does with laura, too, but isn't about to admit to that) and that derek's deadpan humour often reminds him of her, and then he hears derek huff a little bit and it's the kind of huff that sounds almost like a laugh, a kind one, and stiles knew that talking and talking and not shutting up to try and break the ice during this week's perilous situation would pay off and hey! look at that! he absolutely got the trauma edgelord lycanthrope to not only open up about his life but to cheer up a bit and not be such a sourwolf and even laugh a little, too! which hey, if they're about to die, that's objectively actually the best thing a human and werewolf could do together, right?
so yeah, maybe op is spot on and we don't talk about this scene enough. which is a shame because there is SO much scope here, and we absolutely should delve into it more, again and again and againâbecause i think it is absolutely what stiles (and derek) would do xp
We really need to talk about the fact the stiles was prepared to drown to keep Derek alive.
He was treading water for two hours with Derek weight on him and only when his muscles started to give up did he try and hang onto the diving board. If Scott didnât get there in time both stiles and Derek would have drown.
Also they couldnât have been completely silent the entire time. Do you think as they both felt stiles weaken that theyâd have to come to grips with the idea of dying. Do you think how Derek was paralyzed in the arms of a human (he doesnât trust humans) and spent the entire time thinking âwell this is the moment heâs going to let me go and I drownâ; and how shocked he must of been when stiles refused to let him go. I know that stiles was definitely thinking about his dad. I wonder when the moment was that they realized they might die in that pool. The final moments before they both went under when stiles is trying so hard to keep them both alive. The way that stiles talks about drowning after this incident.
I really feel like we donât talk about this enough.
#might have to write this fic now#love everything you brought up here op!#thank you for helping the brainrot to ferment a little further and in turn inspiring this <3#sterek#stiles stilinski#derek hale#the pool scene
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Code-Switching
Billy code-switches every now and then and doesnât even realize it.
Marvel: *talking in his normal voice to Mary*
Reporter: *pops out of nowhere with a camera man behind her* âCaptain Marvel weâd like to discuss with you today about the recent incident with Sivana.â
Marvel: *almost immediately switches to a transatlantic accent* âOf course!â
Reporter: *almost gets whiplash from how fast he switched* âRight, well could you fill us in on the details?â
Marvel: âSure I can.â *starts talking with the accent and even using old-timey lingo*
Reporter: *walked away from the interview only knowing barely half of what happened cause she could barely understand half of the things he said*
Fawcitizens: âAh yes. I see.â *understood perfectly*
The reporter wasnât originally from Fawcett and came after to time bubble so she could get the latest scoops on Marvel.
or
Marvel: *comforting an abused kid with the absolute kindest and most compassionate look on his face*
Abused Kid: *crying*
Marvel: *picks kid up and gives them to their mom and heads over to the Abusive Dad*
Abusive Dad: âWhatâre you looking at, asshole?!â
Marvel: *kind ahh smile immediately fades and proceeds to promise to do the most torturous and gruesome things to the man*
Police: *look away like the arenât hearing a thing*
Marvel: *looks back to the kid and is smiling again. Gives the kid a little wave*
or
He was under the effects of a magic spell that was supposed to mimic the effect of being drugged.
Marvel: *nearly passed out on the floor, family guy style*
Flash: âOh my god!â *rushes over and leans down, shaking Marvel a lot* âCap, are you okay?!â
Marvel: *thinks Wally is Freddy and frog blinks at him, annoyance crossing his face at being shaken* âFreddy, get the fuck offa me.â *literally puts his hand on Flashâs face and pushes it away*
Flash: *a little gobsmacked cause heâs never heard Marvel curse before* âWha-â
Marvel: âNow, get outta here. Or Iâll beat you.â *shakes his fist at him before making a dismissive gesture with his hand* âShoo shoo.â *promptly passes out*
Flash: *doesn't know how to feel about the friendliest guy he knows telling him heâll beat him* âAlright buddy.â *helps him up and makes the long trek to a zeta tube so he can get Marvel to the medbay*
When Marvel woke upâŚ
Flash: âCap, youâre awake! Are you feeling better now?â
Marvel: *sits up in the cot heâs in* âUh⌠yeah Iâm fine.â
Flash: âYou sureâŚ? Cause, I mean, you were saying some pretty interesting stuff back there.â
Marvel: âWhat stuff? Did I say something weird?â *praying to the gods that he didnât accidentally reveal his identity*
Flash: âKinda?â
*silence*
Flash: âYousaidyouâdbeatme.â *says super fast*
Marvel: âWHAT?â *sounds horrified* âOh my Gods, Iâm so sorry?!â
Flash: âItâs fine! Itâs fine! Itâs just who in the world is Freddy? And what did he do to warrant you telling him that youâd beat him for stopping you from trying to sleep??â
Marvel: âUhâŚâ *doesnât really have much of an excuse other than thatâs just how Freddy and him talk to each other*
Billy spent the rest of the day avoiding Flashâs questions.
#billy batson#shazam#dc captain marvel#captain marvel dc#fawcett city#fawcett#fawcett comics#mary batson#mary bromfield#the flash#wally west
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like cherries in the spring
pairing: aaron hotchner/fem!bau!reader rating: explicit w.c.: 4k bc i cant stop myself
content warnings: 18+ PLEASE MDNI, porn without plot, consensual somnophilia (mentions of discussing it beforehand), intercrural sex sorta, thigh fucking sorta idk what to call it but thats close enough, brief v fingering, eventual p in v, light dom/sub undertones because thats who i am, light bondage (being held down), light choking (just a hand on your throat), unprotected sex, no y/n, established relationship, employee/boss relationship duh, self indulgent <3
summary:
You were barely conscious when you felt something poking your butt.
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You were barely conscious when you felt something poking your butt.
You try to blink awake, immediately blinded by the sunlight filtering in through the blinds. For a second, you think youâre still in Los Angeles with the California heat making your clothes stick to your back, working on a kidnapping case, which means you need to get up and get ready fast.
However, someone stirs behind you, and you realize youâre not in California. Youâre home, in your bed, and being spooned by Aaron.
You try not to sigh in relief so as not to disturb him. He needs the rest, obviously, based on the fact that Aaron tends to get up like clockwork at 8 in the morning, even on his days off. You crane your neck to check the clock on your bedside table. Nearly 9:30 in the morning.
Youâre almost tempted to wake him up, knowing that Aaron will be secretly annoyed and feeling like he slept the day away, but then you remember how late it was when you got in last night. The team just got done with a case in a Los Angeles suburb and decided to fly back home despite how late it was, which meant that it was really late when you finally made it back home. You distantly remember leaning on Aaronâs shoulder, trying not to fall asleep standing up, and him grunting for everyone to take the following day off and hearing everyone let out a tired cheer. You werenât able to sleep on the jet, envious at everyone elseâs ability to take a nap as soon as they closed their eyes, and kept Aaron company while he finished his notes.
You remember sitting across from him, the glow of the reading light shining on him with his head ducked over his files. He was clearly exhausted just like everyone else, evident by the bags underneath his eyes and the way he attempted to hide his yawn every couple of minutes, but you know that he always makes an effort to try and finish the paperwork the same day while the case was still fresh on his mind.
You had a book open in front of you, long forgotten, as you rested your chin in your palm and stared at your boyfriend.
He glances up at you every now and then and shakes his head to himself, smile on his face, when you make no move to stop staring almost dreamily. Itâs not your fault heâs so handsome, even when heâs running on 4 hours of sleep.
âRidiculous,â he had muttered, feigning annoyance, however you felt him knock his feet against yours underneath the table. Something warm settles in your chest at that.
You remember stumbling into Aaronâs apartment, through the living room, and falling face first into the bed. You hadnât even bothered to change into your pajamas, but you were just too tired to care, evident by passing out as soon as your face hit the pillow.
It didnât matter now, however, as you felt Aaronâs body pressed up against yours, so warm it was nearing unbearable. You felt his soft exhales against the nape of your neck, sending shivers down your spine, and the beginning line of his morning wood poking your ass. You felt the soft comforter brush against your bare legs and realize that Aaron must have changed you in your sleep, leaving you in your panties and a tank top.
You swallowed, suddenly feeling utter want tugging at the bottom of your stomach. It had been a couple of days since you guys had done anything, even with the shared hotel room. Working on a kidnapping case in a shitty hotel with thin walls didnât really set the mood, no matter what anyone said. Sure, you and Aaron were able to sneak in some heated kisses and touches, but never more than that before both of you were falling asleep with case files and medical reports at the foot of the bed.
You carefully pushed your hips back against him, feeling his cock twitch against you. Aaron shifted, throwing his arm over your waist, however his breathing was still deep and heavy. He was usually a light sleeper, a result of the job, so him not waking up from that must mean he was more tired than he let on.
Youâre still groggy, but an idea slowly forms in your head. Of course, you two didnât get the chance to discuss this last night, but you distantly remember a conversation several weeks ago where you told Aaron you wouldnât mind too much if he woke you up by touching you or going down on you and whether he would be interested in you doing the same to him.
He had given you a look so dark, pupils blown and a smirk slowly forming on his mouth, that you wanted to drop to your knees right there in the kitchen.
Instead, he leaned forward to press a kiss to the side of your head and mutter a âSome other time, dirty girl.â
Now seems like the perfect time.
You move your hips back again, relishing in the way you can feel Aaronâs cock grow bigger, harder. You wiggle and let out a breathy sigh when you feel him migrate to between your ass cheeks. Itâs not enough and definitely not close enough to where you really want him, but it feels good. Dirty, just like Aaron had said.
You move up on the bed a little more, careful not to stir too much, lifting your hips from the bed a bit until his clothed cock was between your thighs and pressed right against your pussy.
You moan at that, clenching your thighs when you feel that familiar throbbing in your cunt, wishing he was already inside of you.
But this feels good too. Two layers of clothes between Aaronâs thick cock and your wet pussy. You start to move your hips against him, breathless at the way the head of his cock barely grazes your clit. You can feel the wet spot undoubtedly forming on your panties, your wetness helping his cock glide against you.
You feel yourself get carried away, chasing the small sparks of pleasure running up your spine just from feeling the girth of his cock against your hole, when you feel Aaronâs arm thatâs draped over you move.
You freeze, though youâre not sure why, itâs not like youâre doing anything wrong, when you feel his hand come up to grope at your breast over your top.
You hear him hum, still breathing warm air against your neck, and feel him somehow press closer against you. You wait for him to say something, either teasing you for being so horny and rubbing up against him or wordlessly tugging his briefs down to press his cock against where you need him, but thereâs nothing.
Heâs still asleep.
You exhale in relief, ignoring the nagging thought in your brain saying why are you into this, you freak, but then Aaronâs hand on your breast starts moving, just barely groping.
Youâve known that Aaron has always been a touchy guy behind closed doors, always hungry and wanting to be close to you wherever he got a chance. Heâs said itâs because he loves your body and not being able to touch you at work drives him crazy, and you can tell heâs telling the truth from the way his jaw clenches when you lean over his desk to hand him a file or the look he gives you when you cross your legs sitting across from him on the jet and your skirt rides up.
At home, you let him have your fill. Heâs constantly groping your tits, pinching at your nipples. Heâs grabbing a handful of your ass, squeezing, and grabbing your hips so hard he leaves bruises. He has a hand on the back of your neck and pushing your face into the mattress or wrapping his large hand at the base of your throat, putting light pressure as if a reminder of who you belong to. He loves touching you and you clearly donât mind, however youâre seriously wondering how obsessed he is with your body if he can touch and grope you in his sleep.
He's squeezing your breast and canting his own hips against you. You feel his cock twitch again and the wet spot he must be leaving through his briefs drags against you and your thigh. You bite your lip at that, unsure whether Aaron was about to wake up or not.
You feel his hand move from your breast to your abdomen, fingers just barely brushing over your nipple, making you almost jump, and wrap his arm around your middle. You hear him grunt, something masculine and deep that makes you want to lose your mind, and feel him thrust into you, rutting into you like he canât control himself.
You whimper at the feeling of being constricted, imagining Aaronâs veins popping out of his forearms. Not caring whether heâll wake up, you reach down to pull at his briefs just enough so his cock pops free. You sigh at the feeling of hot flesh against your thigh and your mouth waters when you feel precum leaking down the head of his cock, smearing on your panties and thighs.
You wait and strain your ears to listen to Aaronâs breathing. Somehow, itâs still steady.
Youâre starting to get impatient, just about to throw this all away and wake him up to sink down on him, but then you feel his bare cock press against your hole through your panties and it just feels so good. You know that if Aaron wakes up, heâs going to want to fuck you fast and hard and honestly, youâre having a lot of fun teasing yourself.
He stops humping into you, the arm around your middle relaxing, and he grumbles a bit and presses his face against the nape of your neck. His breath tickles you.
You start moving your own hips again, just barely, enough to feel the slow drag of his cock against your clit through your panties. They must be absolutely soaked through right now and you desperately wish you could just take them off without waking Aaron up and press the head of him into you, stretching you out. A sweat starts to break out on your back and on your neck and Aaronâs body heat, naturally running warmer than you, isnât helping but you donât care.
You hear a sharp inhale, a particular deep thrust against your pussy, and then a âWhat do you think youâre doing?â
You freeze, feeling like you got caught with your hand in the cookie jar and not like you were humping desperately against your boyfriend like a teenager. âUhm.â
His left arm moves up from where he was still wrapped around you, brushing purposefully against your nipples and making you whine, to wrap his hand around the base of your throat. He doesnât put any pressure, but just the weight of his hand is enough to make your eyes roll into the back of your head.
âI said,â he whispers, exhaling against your ear. He thrusts his hips once against you, making his cock slide against you better in a way you could never replicate. âWhat are you doing?â
You swallow, unsure on how you want to play this. The low deep rasp of his voice this early in the morning always sends you reeling. âNothing.â
Aaron hums and the grip he has on you tightens just a bit before heâs trailing down your chest. This time, he flicks your left nipple, making you jump and bite your lip at the same time, and moving down past your stomach and to your pussy. âThis doesnât feel like nothing, honey.â
His hand traces the waistband of your panties and the curve of your hips. The callouses on his fingers are rough, but familiar, making you squirm against him. Aaron hisses at that and itâs like he finally snaps as he reaches between your legs and roughly pulls your panties to the side to thrust his cock against your bare cunt, hips slamming into yours.
âIn fact, it feels like youâre being a dirty girl, rubbing up on me like you canât help yourself.â
Your gasp morphs into a moan when you feel the head of his cock finally brushing your swollen clit, no clothes in the way. Now you can feel how sopping wet you are, making the glide of his throbbing cock against your pussy smooth and perfect. This whole thing feels dirty, like youâre trying to take what you can get before you can get caught even though thereâs no one else home with Jack being at a sleepover. The thrusting of his hips against yours to rub against your wet folds just makes you think about him fucking you into the mattress until youâre a whining mess. âAaronâŚâ
 âWhat do you want, baby?â Aaron murmurs, starting to press soft kisses behind your ear. Hearing his early morning voice again makes your insides turn into a puddle. The warmth of his body and his cologne from yesterday still barely detectable is intoxicating, making you spread your legs a little so his cock nestles deeper against your wetness. You start to move your own hips to meet his and the lewd sound of your pussy and his hips slamming into yours is so so hot.
âPleaseâŚâ you whine, the words dying in your throat because your head is swimming, and you donât know exactly what to say. You secretly hope he knows what you wantâwhat you need.
Aaron suddenly gets up to sit on his knees and moves you with a hand on your hip so youâre laying flat on your front, face pressed into your pillow. You nearly cry at the loss of pressure against your clit, but he quickly puts a hand on the back of your head to shove your face into the pillow. He straddles your thighs, roughly moves your panties aside again to insert a thick finger inside of you.
You moan wantonly at the feeling of finally being filled, the sound muffled against the pillow. His finger goes in easily due to how wet you were, but the feeling of being stretched even just a little bit make you feel drunk.
âIs this what you want, pretty girl?â He moves his finger in and out of you fast, almost rough, but itâs still something and it can still make you come if you try really hard since youâve been playing with yourself for what feels like hours.
You already start to feel the beginning pressure at the pit of your stomach, clenching and unclenching around just one finger. Your clit is barely getting anything out rubbing against the sheets, but you donât even care, having been on edge for days. âYes, yesâAaronâŚâ
Aaron hums casually from behind you, as if you guys were talking about the weather. âAre you going to come for me?â
You nod furiously into the pillow, moving your face to the side so you can breathe more easily. âYes, yes, pleaseââ
Suddenly he takes his finger out of you with a loud and vulgar noise, nearly making you scream in frustration. Youâre about to yell at him, maybe even turn around and smack him on the shoulder, until you feel the head of his cock press up against your hole and then pressing in.
âOhâŚ,â you moan, nearly sighing in the familiar feeling of being properly filled. Thereâs a slight burn from that stretch you secretly love. The hand he had pressed against the back of your head migrates to the back of your neck, grabbing a hold of you so possessively it makes you squirm.
Aaron leans over you until his face is next to yours, his soft moans like music to your ears as he bottoms out. âFuck, baby, youâre still so tightâŚâ
You try to crane your neck to look at him, desperate to see his face. He has his eyes closed, brows furrowed in concentration, most likely trying to resist immediately fucking into you. His hair is almost artfully mussed, fluffy and falling into his face. Yesterdayâs stress is gone and instead is replaced with absolute desire. His other arm is pressing into the mattress so he can hold himself over you and you nearly start to drool at his bicep bulging out, the veins in his thick forearms prominent.
And as if he can feel your eyes on him, his eyes open. Theyâre dark and piercing, pupils nearly blown out. Thereâs a hint of that damn smugness in the corner of his mouth, but it smooths out into something softer around the edges when he leans in to press a closed-mouthed kiss against yours. He knows how much you hate morning breath.
The tender action makes something clench in your chest and you wonder again how you got so lucky.
All sweet thoughts fly out the window when Aaron pulls out slowly until just the head of his cock is in you. You moan at the sudden loss and squirm, knowing how much he likes seeing your hips move.
Just like you predicted, he growls and slams back into you, pressing his hips against the flesh of your ass. âSo needy.â
âAaron, pleaseâŚâ you beg, moving your arms from underneath you to behind you in an attempt to touch him, feel him, something.
Because Aaron is Aaron and somehow can read your mind, you feel him grab both of your wrists together in one hand to press against your back. You have no leverage now and can breathe a little easier now that heâs not pressing down on your neck, instead his other hand gripping onto your hip.
âDonât worry, Iâll give what my dirty girl needs,â Aaron coos, almost mockingly in the way that makes heart stutter, and then he starts fucking you so hard the breath gets knocked out of you.
Heâs relentless, no more teasing and rubbing up against his cock. The grip of his fingers on your hip and wrists are tight, hopefully enough to leave bruises, as he essentially pulls you on and off his cock. He fills you out so good, hitting that spot inside of your pussy that sends sparks up your spine, making you feel like your brain is short circuiting. Itâs like you canât even think anymore, which is a normal occurrence when Aaron fucks you like this, and all you can hear is the wet sounds of your pussy, his hips slamming against yours, and moans that heâs not bothering to hide anymore.
You distantly can hear yourself begging to come, nearly screaming yourself hoarse. Youâre sensitive, nearly overstimulated with the way Aaron is pounding into you, and you just want to come already. The sheets are wrapped around your thighs, barely rubbing against your clit, and itâs not enough and you arch your back the way he likes, move your hips in an effort to tell him to touch you. âFuck, oh my God, Aaron.â
âYou need me to touch you, baby?â Aaron says, breathlessly, and you know heâs close too, probably holding off until you come first because you know thatâs something he likes.
He must be just as impatient as you are because heâs immediately releasing his hold on your wrists to wriggle a hand underneath you and rub your clit in a way that was delicious but almost rough, almost painful enough that it sends you over the edge.
You choke on your moan as you feel your pussy clench on his hard cock, squeezing your thighs together. Your hands find purchase clawing at the sheets underneath you, wrists tingling from where he held onto you. Your mind blanks out, empty besides the sheer bliss wracking your body. Aaron keeps fucking you, keeps flicking your clit, groaning your name and it just adds to your orgasm, nearly making you roll your eyes back into your head.
You feel him fuck you faster, harder, and you had just begun floating down from your orgasm when Aaron comes inside you with a deep and guttural moan. Youâve always loved hearing the noises he makes; how manly he sounds, how deep his voice can get, and the way he whispers your name like a prayer. The noise he makes when he comes, however, is definitely in your top 3.
âFuck, you take my cock so well,â Aaron grunts, thrusting into you one last time. The hold he has on your hip is nearly painful, definitely bruising. You moan unabashedly at that and the feeling of his warm come inside of you, filling you up. You clench down on him one last time, milking him for all heâs worth, and you hear Aaronâs choked laugh behind you.
He slips out of you, and you feel his eyes on your pussy; probably swollen and absolutely a soaking mess with your wetness smeared all over your inner thighs. He hums, finally satisfied, at the sight of his come dripping out of your cunt, dripping down your slit and onto the sheets. You feel his thumb come and trace your hole, gentle, but making you squirm nonetheless at how sensitive you are and sending a shock through you. His hand is on your hip again, squeezing in a warning, silently telling you to take it.
And you do, keening softly when you feel the rough pad on his thumb brush your clit, smearing his come around. You always had an inkling that Aaron was dirty, with his domineering voice and the way he so easily takes control of a room when he walks in, but you were in for a rude awakening when you both finally stopped dancing around each other.
You hear Aaron inhale sharply when you clench and unclench, probably pushing more wetness out onto the sheets, and you almost brace yourself for his cock to press against your hole again when you feel the bed dip and Aaron getting up to the bathroom to help clean you up. Youâre only slightly disappointed, but then remember itâs not even noon and you got the rest of the day left. You bring your arms to cross and rest your head on them while you wait, smiling to yourself as the languid relaxation seeps into your bones the way only getting fucked out of your mind does.
Aaron is tender and gentle while he cleans you up. Underneath all the stoic and cold demeanor, Aaron has always been a huge softie and loves taking care of you, no matter the occurrence. You feel that care when thereâs large hands and a towel, warm on your thighs, your hips, your ass as he presses his lips to the bottom of your spine. You feel the barely there scratch of his stubble and hum.
When heâs done, he crawls up the mattress to his spot and settles down with a huff. He immediately is wrapping around you, flinging his arm and leg over you to pull you in closer as you laugh. Your face is pressed against his chest, flushed pink, and you impulsively press a kiss there against the wiry hair. You feel him kiss the top of your head, no doubt smiling because he secretly loves the attention you give him.
âYou okay?â Aaron asks, so soft in a way that makes you want to wiggle further into him.
Instead, you push back a bit to look up at him where heâs already watching you, eyes affectionate. Your legs are tangled with his, hips pressed against each otherâs despite knowing how sweaty he is. His mouth, usually in that straight line, has softened, and the sight of his bedhead and relaxed brow makes you want to spend the next week touching him all over. His cock pressed against your thigh, half-hard, tells you that may be possible.
âPerfect,â you say, and then you push at his shoulder until he flops on his back, gazing up at you almost reverently as you climb on top of him to straddle his hips.
One of his hands wander up your thighs until he settles on your hip. His hair falls into his face, his eyes still drowsy but the hunger plain as day. He brings his other arm to rest above his head, against the pillows, in a clear show of his muscles that makes your mouth water. He looks devastatingly handsome and just so hot, itâs really not fair.
âGood morning,â he says, casually, as if youâre not quietly losing your mind.
You give him a devilish grin and push your hips back until you can feel the head of his cock against you, already hard and leaking precum against your ass. Satisfaction curls up your spine when his small smile falters and his jaw clenches. You lean down, knowing that he loves the feeling of your breasts pushing against his chest and nipples dragging, until youâre hanging your lips right above his.
âA very good morning, it is.â
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HEYYYY
acquainted was so fye twin đ
i was wondering if you could write something abt bakugo wanted to pick up chubby!reader (for wtv reason đ) and reader being like âim too heavyâ and katsukiâs just like âbitch what are you talking about. iâm katsuki bakugo.â
NEED this rn đđ
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i need a hero!
ft. katsuki bakugo x chubby fem reader
warnings: idk chubby reader obv, dry humping, making out
notes: I LOVE MY MUTUALS HIIII !! responding to this immediately bc UGHHJ as a plus sized woman i just know he prefers big girls sorry. heâs so strong and could give less of a fuck abt your size. also iâm high rn so this got slutty sorry yâall
katsukiâs got you sat in his lap on your shared couch, his fingers massaging the plush skin of your thighs as you kissed. heâd often pull you to him like this as soon after a particularly long day; as soon as heâs in the door, heâs gotta have his hands on you. he shifts his grip to your ass, pulling you ever closer to him with a low groan into your mouth. itâs messy and intense and you can tell the dinner youâd made just before he got home would be cold by the time you both got to it. not that you minded at all with the way he ground your hips down onto him, feeling his cock stiffen beneath his hero costume.
you pant as you pull away for a moment, leaning your forehead against his and watching where your bodies met. he continued dragging you against his length, a hazy grin on his face at the sound of your whines. âm-missed you, suki,â you sighed, fingers carding through his blonde locks. he groaned in response, nipping at your neck. âmissed ya more, princess,â he says hurriedly, kiss-bitten lips slotting against yours once again. âcanât believe i ever left. shitâs stupid.â
you giggled breathlessly at his attitude, knowing he loved his job more than anything (well, maybe besides this). âit was nine hours, baby, we do this every day-â youâre cut off by your own gasp as his hips buck into your own, a low laugh rumbling from your husbandâs chest. âdoesnât mean i gotta like it.â he gruffs, sliding his arms beneath you and shifting his weight to the front of the couch cushion.
âdonâtttt, iâm too heavy!â you yelp, smacking his chest as you try to wiggle out of his grasp. katsuki laughs again, raising his eyebrows at you in disbelief. âyouâre what now?â
âi said iâm too heavy, let go so i can walk! i donât want you to get hurt-â
âoh, so ya think iâm weak now, is that it?â
you frown, furrowing your eyebrows in frustration. he always had a way of challenging you on things like this that just made your concerns feel silly - and, well, most of the time they were. âyou know thatâs not what i mean, suki, shut uppp,â you groaned, crossing your arms over your chest. ânah, you shut up,â he murmured against the skin of your neck, kissing and licking his way up to your ear. âând let me carry ya to bed so i can remind you how easy it is for me to toss ya around.â
yeah, maybe sometimes you forget how strong katsuki really is, but heâll be sure to remind you.
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Reblogging because my response has become too long to put in the replies:
I don't think many people view the traitor primarchs as irredeemable, and I think the number among people who are well-versed in Horus Heresy lore is even smaller. They are, from the beginning, tragic characters. They certainly have their damning characteristics (namely hypocrisy), but they aren't really presented as irredeemable--we even have explicit statements regarding redemption for two of them (Big E says Mortarion can be redeemed in Godblight, and he outright forgives Horus in The End and the Death Vol III). I don't entirely agree with your interpretations, however. I don't think any of them are irredeemable (at least, not due to their own actions), but I think they miss some key details.
For all Angron claimed to be standing against oppression, he spent over a century expanding the Emperor's (extremely oppressive) regime. There's no moral purity shit here, either--Angron is pretty open about how he hates serving the Emperor even as he reduces worlds to ash in his name. What you said about Mortarion also applies to Angron, because of the Butcher's Nails. He was denied the chance to die with his family on Nuceria, and for the remainder of his life before daemonhood, the one thing he wants to do is die. And then Lorgar takes that away from him.
Mortarion's fall is because, first and foremost, he cared about his sons. Typhus brought the legion to Nurgle's garden, and infected them with the Destroyer Plague. Mortarion fell to Nurgle because he wanted to end their pain. Mortion is also a hypocrite. Like Angron, for all his claims of hating tyranny, he still expanded a tyrant's domain for a century and a half. (Corvus Corax is also on this list, but this is about traitor primarchs, not loyalist)
Magnus' guilt is very hotly debated among the community, and both sides have a point. On the one hand, he did the best thing he could with the information he had available. On the other hand, he was incredibly cocky, and did not have a concept of restraint. He believed he was in control, and he was too confident in that belief. (Side note: I despise the troupe of super powers being a stand-in for being queer (or any minority of any kind, for that matter)).
Fulgrim never said "fuck it, I'll have fun". His fall to Slaanesh was driven by his belief that, after killing Ferrus Manus, he was irredeemable. He's an addict; he isn't trying to have fun, he's trying to forget reality.
Everybody agrees that Big E mishandled Lorgar, and that's the most favorable interpretation for him. His argument on why he isn't a god is literal abuser language ("If I was a god, I'd use my psychic powers to force you all to kneel before me, like this" before using his psychic powers to force all of the Word Bearers to kneel before him). And all this ignores the shit Kor Phaeron did to him.
Horus is the spoiled rich white boy of the primarchs. He didn't fall because he was lost because dad was doing everything for him beforehand, he fell because he saw a vision of the future where he wasn't given the credit he thought he deserved. And then, like anybody else who grew up being told the world would be at their feet, he lost it. There's other issues as well, such as taxes (Terra wanted to impose heavy tithes on newly conquered worlds, which Horus opposed because it would cause them to rebel), but "gee, maybe I'm not ready" was never an issue.
Alpharius and Omegon believed that they knew the Emperor's plans better than he did, and threw in their lot with the traitors because they thought that if the traitors won, it would mean the end for Chaos.
Perturabo is someone who chose to suffer in silence and hope things would magically change. He never complains, and then is shocked when things don't go his way. I'm fairly sure he's also the primarch that people find the most relatable.
Konrad Curze was certainly mentally ill, and he was certainly denied the help and support that he needed, but I don't think he was abused because of it. He's also the kind of person who thought that if you publicly lynched enough jaywalkers, crime would go down, and that the Emperor sending an assassin to kill him because he committed treason and genocide was vindication for his belief that any crime warrants being skinned alive as a punishment.
They may not be irredeemable, but their hands are fare from clean.
I love how much of warhammer 40k is clearly a bunch of white dudes sitting around, thinking up the worst shit imaginable and going "thank god that could never happen to me, the cishet white guy"
angron is a one for one depiction of slavery, yet is painted as the bad guy for wanting to stand against oppression
mortarion is disabled and constantly has his decisions taken away from him by able bodied people only to be seen as moody and uncooperative
magnus is gay or trans or both. literally a guy blamed for something he was born with that he cannot control and told you're bad if you explore this part of yourself. also you're illegal now
fulgrim was actively encouraged to pursue perfection, despite never being good enough for others. he pushed any personal pleasure aside for an uncaring crusade and then is demonized for saying "fuck it, I'll have fun"
lorgar. also known as "this is why you don't abuse your kids"
horus is the golden child who's sent out into the world by himself only to find out Gee, Maybe I'm Not Ready because good ol dad did everything for him then told him "figure it out lol"
alpharius omegon are the autistic kids who don't understand why pops is doing this, maybe we should do things a little different than "blood soaked crusade"
perturabo is the burnout middle kid who did everything to impress his father only to be told "that's what's expected of you" who then got mad since acting out was the only way he got attention
konrad curze has a mental disorder. and is abused because of it
all of these characters were so close to being some of the best representation for minorities we could get in media only for gw to eat shit right at the finish line because they can't commit to an actual story. and it's amazing just how little these writers understand that the things they depict are all real things that people suffer through every day, and are demonized for every single day, especially when we are told these characters are irredeemable and should be destroyed, no questions asked
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