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[byuntrash101]

first flight to hongkong

sub!reader x dom!ot8ateez (yes, of all of them. yes, all at the same time)

smut | nsfw | mdni

18.3k (so much filth and im not even sorry)

yes, you're suprised when your company offers you a vacant spot in the vip crew. but "surprised" doesn't cut it when you discover what kind of service your company provides the vips

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this tag list is looong so grab a seat sweetie...idol!au, a tad of plot, ateez’ love language is gift giving (yes it’s relevant), kink negotiation, color system safe words, flight attendant & sex worker!reader, dom!ateez (some are gentle, some are meanies depends on the member. hwa is both lol) gangbang, sir kink, impact play (spanking, kitty & face slapping), pain play, nipple play, use of toys, unprotected but safe sex (birth control + tested) (we love to see it), fingering (f), squirting, dacryphilia, orgasm control (f), overstim, slight corruption kink (they enjoy ruining you idk if it counts), very light foot fetish (yunho (pun intended) who this is about), marking, oral (f & m), deepthroat, praising, degradation (slut, whore), pet names (princess, sweetheart, baby, good girl, doll, kitten, each of them kinda uses the pet name they like), anal, double penetration, mingi is big, yunho is bigger, so much praising, lowkey voyeurism/exhibitiosnim, brief mxm (woo jerks off san. ofc it had to be woosan), facial, manhandling, !!!!optional!!!! watersports (this post is the no watersports version. if u want the kinky version click here ♡).

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a/n: this is an idol!au and it's taking place right after the break the wall show in paris. so hongjoong isn't blueberry yet (he's blonde) and mingi is pinkgi because i wanted him to be (even though the pink had faded completely by then). that being said im super duper excited to finally publish this. it's been such a journey for me please overlook any typos or mistakes and i really wanted every single member to get the spotlight and that's how you end up with 18k... but i garantee whoever your bias you'll see him in this. i hope you enjoy <3

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You check yourself one last time in the bathroom mirror of your Parisian hotel room. Normally your employer always booked you the smallest, cheapest hotels. But this time you have a beautiful room with a magnificent view on the busy Parisian and picturesque streets. You can even see the Eiffel Tower pierce the sky in the horizon line. 

You sigh as you look at your untouched croissant and coffee, they turned cold a long time ago. You lay a hand on your knotted stomach, you are not hungry. You are stressed. Actually, no. Stressed is an understatement. You are a nervous wreck. 

You fight the urge to bring your fingers to your mouth to bite your perfectly manicured nails, that were painted with a light coat of pinkish nude nail polish and instead tuck in a loose strand of hair back in your impeccably sleek low bun. The last touch up to make the rest of the look absolutely perfect. 

To go along with nude nails, you have light makeup focusing mainly on skin. High end foundation giving you the airbrush look paired with a peachy blush that complimented your skin tone nicely. Some very subtle contouring on your cheeks and jawline and highlighting on the bridge of the nose and above the cheekbones. And to finish it off mascara that elegantly elongated your lashes and underlined your gaze.

Before you slipped on the navy blue uniform over the beautiful white lace Balmain lingerie set. You sprayed a light touch of Banglore by Carven on to your chest, wrists, behind both ears and a touch on the crown of your head. The scent was very unique unlike any women's perfume you tried before. It was a contrasted scent of sandalwood and amber with a touch of vanilla that lingered to soothe the warm spices. It was balanced and elegant.

Regarding the lingerie, the luxurious white set fit you so well that it looked sewed onto your skin. The bra lifted your breasts and the panties sat very high on your waistline making your bottom rounder. 

You slipped on the light blue blouse and the navy skirt under a fitted blazer that matched the skirt. You also wore white thigh high tights. Yves Saint Laurent sleek black stiletto pumps. The shoes gave an elegant arch to your feet which was worth the discomfort. And last but not least the signature flight attendant beret, that had your company’s logo embroidered onto the side that read “Air France”.

You added to the look a very fine and discreet 24k gold chain around your neck and tahitian pearl earrings. 

And that was the completed look. At least this part of the request you could fulfill.

Because, yes, every single detail about your look today was requested and revised by your client. The jewelry, the lingerie, the perfume, the make up, the nails, the shoes. Everything was hand picked by him for you. 

It was your very first time attending the VIPs. Never in a million years you thought you would get there in your career but the rumor was that when the client was handed out the photos of the VIP attendants he requested to have the info of all the attendants the company employed and out if the hundreds of women he saw he picked you. So how could you not be stressed? This man (that was probably very influential) had set the bar really high and you on the other hand didn't have any past experiences to even wrap your mind around what was "setting the bar high" in this context. You were a total noob and you felt (you were) under prepared to cater the very specific needs of the VIPs. 

But after all, the company only offered the position to you. They never forced your hand. You could have said no. But the compensation that came with it was alluring to say the least. That added to the luxurious setting of it all. Getting to mingle with the rich and famous… even in that way… it tipped the balance towards the yes, to the detriment of your morals. But maybe you should have said no…

In the taxi from the hotel to the airport you couldn't enjoy the beautiful scenery of the maze of narrow and paved streets. You were too busy fidgeting with your perfectly manicured hands and trying vainly to swallow the lump inside your throat. 

You thanked the taxi driver and walked mechanically to the terminal, slaloming between the businessmen in between two flights and the lost tourists absentmindedly walking with their noses up and squinted eyes looking for directions.

When your feet hit the tarmacked runway making your heels click against it, you finally saw the aircraft away. It was unlike anything you worked with before. You were used to the huge boeings with the multiple rows and the numerous portholes but this one was a jet. The nose of the plane was narrow and contoured, the body of it was smaller but you could already tell from a distance, far more lavish.

You took a couple of deep breaths on the windy departure runaway to try to calm down. As you were climbing the steps that led to the jet you felt like your knees were about to give out. Thankfully your legs successfully carried you all the way to the clean and luxurious habitacle. 

Talking of luxury, you had never seen such a display of wealth before. Each individual booth was lined with immaculate white leather and stuffed with soft and cushiony material. You could only imagine how comfortable the seat was. Every single detail was impeccable. 

In front of the seat there was a bench where the attendants were meant to sit to wait for the customer requests.

"Hi" The pilot standing in the cockpit greets you. The sudden sound makes you jump. You muster a timid “hey” as a response. 

"Are you ready for the big leap?" He asks, wearing a warm, reassuring smile. 

"No, but I don't think I have enough time in this life to ever prepare for this so..." your words trail off into an awkward laugh. The pilot gently pats your shoulder. 

"Don't worry kiddo if there's anything wrong we're right here." 

"Thanks" 

"The info sheet is over there" he pointed at the small  closed off space, reserved for the attendants right between the VIP seating area and the cockpit. 

"Ready for the checklist, captain?" You heard the voice of the co-pilot ask from the cockpit.

"You'll be alright" he gave you a last confident nod before closing the door. 

And you find yourself completely alone. The space suddenly feels huge. You feel like you will never be able to fill it on your own. Maybe you bit off more than you could chew by accepting this? 

You shake your head to chase the doubts away. You should at least check the info sheet before panicking, you figure. 

You extend your hand to take the note sitting on a small counter next to a locker and a bench. 

On the paper you find your name, your company registration number and your photo. So far so good but it's nothing new. 

You read various info about the flight. Departure: Paris Charles de Gaulle. Arrival: International Airport of Hong Kong. The model of the jet and other details about the time of take off and landing. Still. There's not a single new piece of information to be found.

Then finally you reach the critical part. 

Client name : Ateez. 

You cock one eyebrow in surprise. That's an unusual name for a person. But somehow it sounds familiar…

There’s more information under “safe practices”: the client marked his wish for the service to be performed without physical barriers. All parties involved have been tested. 

You knew that too after the long hours you spent at the hospital yesterday. But the client paid extra just to be able to not use a condom. Fortunately you were already on birth control.

When your eyes glaze over the next title your heart loops inside your chest.

Service request. 

Under this you find a very detailed box list of various practices and... preferences. Many of which you'd have to Google to understand. Ranging from foot fetish to dacryphilia (one of those you had to look up). You didn't even know so many kinks even existed. But as much as you squint none of the boxes were checked. The list is entirely blank except for a hand written comment under "other". 

“To be discussed with the hostess.”

The hostess... that's you. 

The cryptic comment makes you somehow even more nervous. There's not a single piece of useful information on this whole entire form! The experience is already nerve wracking and the fact that the company is letting you figure this one out on your own is making matters much worse. You can’t prepare yourself without any information! 

Well… there’s the name at least, you reasoned with your irrational self. You scramble for your phone from your small purse and type the name in the url bar. 

You should have known not having to type the complete name for it to appear in the research suggestions was a bad sign. 

Thousands of found pages popped up on the small screen. The first one you open is your most reliable source: Wikipedia. 

Ateez (Korean: 에이티즈) is a South Korean boy band formed by KQ Entertainment. The group consists of eight members: Hongjoong, Seonghwa, Yunho, Yeosang, San, Mingi, Wooyoung and Jongho. They debuted on October 24, 2018, with the extended play (EP) Treasure EP.1: All to Zero.

Wait… eight members...... your client is a GROUP of eight men?!?!?!? You click on the royalty free picture provided by the website. Somehow the 8 faces look familiar though you are sure you didn't know about them before today. 

Your heart sinks to the pit of your stomach. Your vision starts to get blurry as panic wins over you. Infecting your body via the poisonous adrenaline the frantic organ pumps into each of your limbs. You stumble to sit on the small bench.

You knew the said client was filthy rich. Only the 1% can afford to request such a service from your company but you expected a politician or a silicon valley CEO... not actual celebrities. The kind that sells out arenas and stadiums, the kind that you see on billboards and that make the front pages of magazines.

Then the realization hits you like a train. You did see them before! You attended their flight from Copenhagen to Paris a couple of days ago. That also coincides with when the company proposed this promotion to you... You remember now but they wore masks you didn't get to see their faces properly and the company flies tons of influential people all year round. To you they were just the first class passengers and you took care of them like you would have with any other client. Yes they looked famous but you just didn't check... 

Now there was a difference between bringing them coffee and a hot towel and doing... whatever they were expecting you to do... which you still didn't have the slightest clue about. 

Now you are sure. You did bit off more than you could chew. 

You want to call off the deal. You should just call HR and just tell them to get somebody else on this one. Yes! Yes! You'll do that. There are plenty of other attendants that'd kill to be here so they'll find someone else no problem. 

Right as your thumb is hovering over the number of the HR department you hear rumbles and voices in the tunnel linking the terminal and the aircraft...

Looks like it's too late. 

You act in sole instinct and get up hurriedly, flatten your skirt and head with big strides to stand at the entrance of the plane like you would with any other flight. 

It's okay y/n. You'll be okay. You're always okay. This is just another flight. You've got this. 

You repeat those words in your head like a mantra. The silent prayer calms you down. You pull on your skirt and readjust your blazer, put on your best smile before you see the first shoe peeking up from the elbow of the tube. Followed by a colony of others. Sixteen to be exact, sixteen individual shoes. Yes... Eight. Eight men. 

It's game time. 

One by one the group boards the plane. You professionally greet all of them like you have with any client before. Politely smiling and bowing your head like you did thousands of times. All of them return the polite bow and despite their disguises you see some of them crease their eyes, letting you guess the smile curling up their lips under the masks, the beanies and the bucket hats concealing their faces. 

See? So far so good. You got this. One baby step at a time. 

Over the next few minutes you are able to calm down. You feel completely in control. You install the clients one by one in the separate and spacious seats. You make the final check of the luggage above the seats. Close up all the lockers and check that every passenger has fastened their seat belts correctly. You explain the safety procedures in case of an emergency. Then finally sit in your own seat, the little bench facing the VIPs while the pilot makes his announcement. When the plane accelerates to take off you are back into normality. Your heart has stopped racing and your hands are not clammy or shaking anymore. You no longer feel the need to nervously pull on your nails. 

You are in control. You got this. 

When the “seatbelts on” sign turns off you get up. 

"You may now unfasten your seatbelts if you please." You announced for all of them. And they all did. You saw them taking their jackets and beanies off, getting comfortable as you disappeared in the attending compartment to prepare the refreshments. When you pulled out the small tray they were all seated and had shed the clothes that were hiding their faces.

With each stop you make to pour the beverages you are astonished by their beauty, each member being more beautiful than the last one. You felt your heart flutter more than once when some of them thanked you for your service with a warm smile.

But as everyone is served with either a cool refreshing soda or a warm cup of coffee you can't stall any longer. You have to address the elephant in the room. You can do it as you would discuss any other subject, you tell yourself as a small pep talk. Just have to stay professional. 

You seat yourself in front of all of them and grab on a clipboard, a piece of paper and a bullpen. You cross your legs sideways, your skirt ever so slightly curling up your thighs, just enough to hint away at the white lace of your thigh high tights. Instantly their chatter dies down and you find yourself under the scrutinizing gaze of the eight men. 

"Now for the VIP service.” You speak as confidently as you can. “The form stipulated that the preferences were to be discussed with the hostess. Is there any particular request you'd like to make? Any preference you'd like to share?" 

"I think it would be more efficient to know what is off limits." The blonde one spoke. From what you saw online. That was the leader of the group, Hongjoong. 

You stayed completely silent, dumbfounded by the sudden change of dynamic. The client is supposed to state what they require from you and you are supposed to do everything in your power to fulfill their wish. 

"What are the no go's for you, sweetheart?" another one questioned when you failed to provide an answer in a normal, reasonable time frame. That one looked carved in marble, he had delicate features that looked hand crafted to perfection, beautiful long raven black hair resting on his shoulders which you could guess were muscular even under the thick black hoodie he was wearing. 

The pet name somehow made your toes tingle, sparking nervousness in your stomach again. 

"I don't know, the usual" you replied and immediately followed by an awkward laugh. Hongjoong smiled at you, Maybe picking up on the agitation showing through your micro habits. 

"What about submissive/dominant dynamics?" The blonde man kindly asked, giving you a clue on how to answer. "Would you be fine submitting to us?" 

At the question the tingles in your toes rose in your legs. To properly answer the question you had to imagine yourself kneeling before the eight men and the thought alone made you guts stir in something that wasn't just stress. You swiped your tongue on your lower lip in an attempt to pull you out of your thoughts. 

"Yes, that would be fine" you replied as plainly as possible. You spotted one of them smirk from the corner of your eyes. That one was also particularly handsome. He had sharp cat-like eyes that were piercing holes in you. The smirk grew bigger when you made eye contact with him as he was rubbing his chin with his index finger that was decorated by a simple elegant gold ring. 

"What about impact and pain play?" Another one asked. This one looked the tallest among all of them, even with all of them seated you could tell by how his legs bent, his knees sitting higher than the others. His face looked the softest among all of them so much so that it was hard to believe he could ask such a question with this benevolent expression on his face. 

"'Like spanking?" You manage to ask without squeaking or stuttering. Which was a miracle in itself.

"Yes, like spanking, slapping, pinching, hair pulling... All that good stuff." The tall one continues. 

"What do you say, doll? Would you like us to hurt you?" Hongjoong adds. 

You bite your bottom lip as you feel your insides quiver. Only managing to give a shy nod to the question. 

"Use your words, princess" another one intervened. This one seemed to be more mature than the others, he also had dark hair, long parted bangs tickling his lashes, very high cheekbones and a smile that could light up the darkest night, he gave off that aura of a shining star.

"Y-yes" 

So much for not stuttering... 

A murmur of approval collectively emerged from them. 

"And degradation and humiliation?" A deep voice asked, you looked over at the direction of the owner of said voice to find a pastel pink haired man looking right at you. He had sharp features, piercing eyes and a strong brow bone. When you looked at him puzzled he elaborated. "Let's say I want to call you my little slut, my personal little cock sleeve. Or make you bark before I let you cum. How would that sound to you?" 

You gulped as your mind instantly took you to the scenery. Your imagination sending you flashing images of sinful engagements between you and the group of men. Your guts stirred once again. You nodded and threw a glance at the previous man before quickly adding a shy yes (but still audible). Once again they emitted a quiet rumble of appreciation. 

You couldn't believe all the things that you were agreeing to. Sure you had some experience in sub and dom dynamics. Usually you liked to be guided and you let your partner take the lead. And of course you had a couple of light spanks before but that was about it. And the most surprising thing for you was that all of that sounded exciting. Everything sounded appealing to you. Everytime they asked you a question it stirred your stomach in a brand new way. 

"What about knife play?" Hongjoong asked. 

"No, I don't think I'd be comfortable with that one." You replied, almost apologetically. 

"Same for blood play?" He continued and you shook your head. 

"Yes, I don't think I'd enjoy that." 

"Spit play?" You shook your head again. 

"Well I think we covered everything. Guys?" They all agreed with their leader. "Also I see you got the little gifts we got for you" Hongjoong’s gaze slides down your frame to land on the white lace of the thigh high tights that was peeking under your skirt. The way his expression changed when he spotted the article made you swallow thickly. 

"I picked the lingerie set. White is your color, doll" 

You chuckled lightly at the compliment, feeling your cheeks heat up.

"Thank you" you smiled. 

"Yunho, what do you think of the heels?" He asked, turning over to the tall man. 

"Fit you like a glove. You look stunning in those” Yunho replied, giving you a warm smile. The comment made you nervously dangle your feet, which made his eyes instantly drop back to them.

"Wooyoung and Yeosang both decided on the nail color and the make up" both of them nodded in your direction at the mention of their names. 

"This red lip is beautiful on you" Wooyoung complimented while Yeosang stayed silent, only amicably smiling at you. 

"The jewelry is from Mingi" Hongjoong continued as the pink haired man raised his large palm up in the air. 

"The gray pearls really suit your skin tone and the gold chain compliments your neck line. I knew it was the right choice" Mingi's deep voice answered. 

"And Seonghwa is our perfume connoisseur" Hongjoong pointed at the man seated next to him. 

"The fragrance was an easy pick. Elegant and sophisticated, exactly like you" the astonishingly beautiful man shot a wink in your direction. Such a simple gesture, but the effect it had on you was completely uncalled for.

"San and Jongho came on the flight with their gifts." The man named San lifted a luxurious looking glossed paper bag. 

You got up straightened your skirt and retrieved it from him then Jongho seated next to him handed you a small case. 

"We’re going to give you time to open those too" Hongjoong said. "This flight is long. We'll have plenty of time to play together. In the meantime, we are going to get some sleep and rest from our tour. Our CEO thought we did so well at our show in Paris he personally booked this service with your company." 

"Thank you for trusting and choosing Air France" you bowed your head respectfully. 

"Oh no, doll. It's not about them it’s about you, y/n" your heart almost stopped at the mention of your name. "'When you attended our flight from Denmark to France you were absolutely perfect and we all collectively thought you would be the best candidate for the extra VIP service. So we were a little disappointed when the company said you weren't part of the VIP crew. But we insisted they at least ask you if that would be interesting for you and we were thrilled to know that you agreed." Hongjoong smiled at you so fondly. Almost like the previous conversation never happened altogether and the VIP service was nothing more than some extra room for your legs in the seat and maybe a wider range of refined liquor to choose from. 

"So we understand it's your first time doing this, right?" San asked. 

"Y-yes." You stuttered. "Yes it is" you said a lot more confidently this time. 

"Don't worry it's also our first time" the man grinned, cat-like eyes turning into little crescents as the smile spread on his face. 

"That's exactly why I'll be conducting the meeting" Hongjoong declared, making you peel your eyes off San to look at him. "From now on, you will refer to me only as sir. I know it won't be a problem to you as you used the title a couple of times in the conversation already. But still, do you understand me?" Last sentence was a lot more stern. 

"Yes, sir" you nodded firmly to emphasize your words, making him grin.

“The others are not as strict on the title. You may call them however you’d like. But I only tolerate that you refer to me correctly. Understood?”

“Yes, sir”

"Good girl" he smiled again but this time it was somehow not as wholesome and you took in a slow shaky breath to attempt to calm your heart that was hammering against your ribs. 

"During the rendezvous I'll be checking on you to see if everything is good with you. We'll use the color system." You nodded, listening attentively. "If everything is going well and you are enjoying your time with us when I ask you for your color you will say green." You nodded again. "If things are getting intense and you are approaching your limit you will say orange. At the word we won't stop but we will take it down a notch allowing you to breathe until your color is back on green and you feel comfortable again. If you are overwhelmed or if one of us does or says anything that makes you want to stop everything just say red and we will all stop. Right, doll?" 

"Yes sir" 

"I want you to know that you have full control over this. Under no circumstances you have to wait for me to ask for your color to share it with us. As soon as you feel that things are getting out of hand, say orange or red, okay ?" 

"Understood, sir" 

"Well then. Why don't you take this time to go open San and Jongho's presents while we take a little well deserved nap" 

"Yes, sir" you politely bowed and took your leave in the small reserved space for the attendants between the cabin and the cockpit. 

As soon as you close the door you let the stress of the conversation out with a deep sigh, pressing your back against the door and letting your head rest on it, the cold feeling on your heated skin keeping you in touch with reality as everything seemed so surreal. 

That was a lot to take in but somehow you didn't feel as nervous as you did before. Sure, there are eight of them. Sure, the conversation promised they intended to thoroughly... enjoy... the service but you feel like they value your safety and your comfort. You have a better understanding of the task at hand and no matter how complex and draining said task was going to be, knowing the boundaries of it was reassuring. You knew what they wanted from you. 

After a couple of minutes you used to ground yourself back down to earth (ironic isn't it?) You laid the paper bag and the case on the small bench. 

You undid the nice black velvet bow that was tying the bag together and took out what looked like a neatly folded uniform. But upon closer examination something looked off with the fabric. You unfolded the blouse. It was an exact replica of the light blue one you were wearing right now except it was made from fine mesh making it completely see through. You laid the article on the bench and unfolded the skirt. The length was ridiculously short and you know you'll have to walk up straight if you don't want your bum to be showing. But you guess it's the exact purpose of it. When you flip it too look at the back you know for a fact that the skirt was designed with the idea of exposing you in mind. You realized the navy blue cotton has two holes cut out to let both of your butt cheeks hang out of them. 

You lay the shirt next to the blouse. Deciding that this gift is a little intense and you'll get back to that one. 

You hand glazes over the case Jongho brought and you flip the attachments to open it. When you lift the lid you are greeted with a collection of different toys. All more colorful than the previous one. There's everything you could imagine. And more that you would actually need. You find a note that read “wear me” taped to a strangely shaped one. 

You grab the purple silicon toy and unfold the note. 

A remote control had been handed to each member. Please wear this one. For the other ones they're all yours pick the ones you like. 

You are hesitant for a second but this was exactly what you signed up for and it was our duty to fulfill the client’s wish. So you breathed in a deep slow and steady breath before carefully  slipping off your clothes. You were vigilant enough not to smudge your makeup and pull the wispy hair out of your sleek bun. You pull down the white thong just low enough on your thighs to be able to put the toy in. 

You almost gasp when you spot the wet patch on the lace, making the fabric slightly transparent. It's subtle but you can't believe you got this… excited from this simple conversation. Simply imagining the propositions they were presenting to you. 

You push the cylindrical part of the toy inside, biting your lip to repress a moan as the silicon easily glides inside you. The rest of the toy hangs out and lays over your clit. You swiftly pull the thong back up. At first you feel strange from this foreign object nested inside you but soon you grow accustomed to it. 

From the rest of the panoply of toys you picked out a simple decently sized metal plug that had a heart shaped pink gem stone at the end. You figured the rest of the ensemble will certainly look gaudy enough and you chose to disregard the various gag balls and nipple clamps. 

You put on the new uniform even going as far as to pin your name tag to the see through blouse. 

And the look is complete. The skirt is so small that it barely reaches the crease of your bum. Not that it makes a difference since the two holes leave little to the imagination. The lace of the thigh high tights are on full display and the same applies to the white lace bra underneath the see-through blouse. 

Saying you feel exposed is an understatement but still. You were almost at the two hour mark on this flight. You figure that the easiest way to deal with the embarrassment is to just plainly and simply ignore it. Go out there and work just as usual. And it's time to prepare the tray of refreshments. 

You step out of the attendant room to walk the central aisle to the back of the jet where the fridges and the carts are. You can't help but to feel a little relieved when you see the eight men wearing their eye masks. Maybe they aren't all sleeping but they are at least not seeing you like this, at least not right now. It buys you some time to get used to your new attire.

You prepare the various alcoholic beverages, the cold sodas and the hot tea and coffee before you take a deep breath. And push the cart in. There's only one member that the rattling of the cart seemed to have woken up, Seonghwa. 

With trembling hands you push the cart down the aisle to his level. 

"Can I get you anything to drink? Water, coffee, liquor?" You manage to ask in the most natural way possible. Careful to speak at an appropriate volume level to not disturb the others. 

"Coffee. Black, please" the handsome man replies. 

You take a cup and pour some scolding hot coffee for him. Your tensed hands around the cup betray your edge as you hand out the beverage, the dark liquid swaying in its recipient. But Seonghwa gently wraps both his warm hands around yours and around the cup. 

"Thank you. It's perfect" he gently whispers, looking at you with a reassuring, beaming smile that you return instantly. 

You push the tray back in, as it seems no one else is interested in a drink. When you go back to your seat that faces the members the help indicator lights up above one of the seats. 

"Sir, may I help you with anything." You asked San. 

"No" he whispered, careful not to wake up Jongho  sleeping between both of you since he was in the window seat. "I just wanted to say you look absolutely stunning. You wear the uniform beautifully" he held out something to you. When you opened your palm it was two shriveled bills of five hundred euros. You almost audibly gasped. Before you could say thank you he continued "I can't wait to peel it off of you later". You feel your knees getting weaker as San’s gaze gets sharper. You don't know how you manage to keep your composer as well as you do.

"Of course. Whenever you are ready, sir" you replied, as you felt your insides flutter under his scrutinizing gaze.

"Let's let them sleep a little first, kitten" you bit your lip at the pet name and you smiled back at him before going back to your seat to catch a breather. 

For the next two hours. The flight is absolutely uneventful and feels like any other day on the job. You even have enough time to forget about the skimpy (to say the least) skirt, the see through blouse and the lace. And even about the toy still inside you. 

You go back and forth between the aisles fetching drinks, small pillows and snacks fulfilling one typical and ordinary request after the other. This feels so routinely that you find yourself feeling a little... disappointed. 

What you didn't notice is how one by one the members emerged from their slumbers. You didn't notice that as the number of requests increased their usefulness decreased as their main purpose was to watch you walk up and down the aisle to see your breasts jiggle under the see-through blouse or your ass roll in the conveniently placed holes of your skirt.

And as you were closing the compartment above Jongho’s head, you lifted both of your arms up which caused your skirt to rile up your hips. Letting the lacey underwear peep from underneath it. That’s when Jongho spotted the purple color seeping through the white of the lace. That encouraged him to take out his remote.

The vibrations took you by surprise and you let one small quiet moan slip off your tongue. Immediately pressing your traitorous lips into a thin line. You crease your brows trying to reach the handle to finally close the compartment, trying not to focus on the low vibrations coming from the deepest part of you. 

Jongho can't help but to smirk when he hears the low rumble coming from the toy that is only inches from his face. 

You stagger back to your seat only for the help light to go off again. This time you walk over to Wooyoung. 

"Yes" you take a shaky breath. "May I….ngh…help you with anything?" 

"Yes, my armrest appears to be stuck. I can't seem to pull it down" he says, smirking. 

"There's a small lever on your right you have to pull it to be able to push the armrest down" 

"I tried but I can't make it work. Could you give it a try?" 

There was no way you could reach that far unless you laid over Yeosang's lap to reach Wooyoung’s window seat. One second look at the former and you realized that was exactly what they wanted. So you crouched down and laid on him, your stomach down. Your butt was on his lap while your face was on Wooyoung's thighs. You extended your hand and finally were able to push on the lever but suddenly the vibrations got more intense. You tensed up your back trying not to moan at the new pleasure you felt. 

But you still managed to push on the armrest down. 

"There you go, sir" you replied out of breath. 

"Thank you, baby" Wooyoung said as he pressed his hardening member to your cheek through his trousers, gently caressing the other with his thumb all the while you felt a pair of hands putting to good use the two holes in your skirt. Groping and cupping your ass cheeks. 

You let yourself whine ever so slightly when you spot the purple remote in the large hands of Mingi seated right up front, peeping back at you through the slit between the seats. 

You feel a new vibration coming. This time the setting is changed from the low tiniest vibrations to two short low ones and one long strong one. You can't help but to moan when you see Mingi picking this deadly pace while he smirks back at you through the slit. You feel the familiar build up in your core as Wooyoung rubs himself through his pants on your cheek and Yeosang grabs and massages your ass cheeks. 

You feel your walls dangerously constrict the toy inside you, your flirting with your edge but then the vibrations come to a stop. 

Wooyoung and Yeosang offer a helping hand to get you back on your feet and innocently smile at you. 

"That will be all, thank you, sweetheart" the latter says. Before you nod and go to another customer needing your help: Hongjoong. 

"Sir, may I help you?" 

"What's your color, doll?" The blonde man instantly asks. Still a little dazed you are taken aback by the question. 

"Green, sir" you say as you brought back some loose hair from the bum that was a little roughed up by Wooyoung moments ago. 

"Good" you spot the purple devices in his hand as he switches the toy on once more. At first it’s the same setting Jongho used. The lowest one. This one you could handle but soon Hongjoong’s slender fingers turned the roulette all the way up. 

The feeling is brand new because the source of the pleasure is doubled when you find out the toy can vibrate from two seperate places. You can't help but let out a strangled squeal. The intense setting of the toy instantly skyrockets you to unknown heights. 

"You look unwell, doll. Is everything okay?" Hongjoong asks with a sly smirk pulling at his lips. 

You nod. Heat rushing to your chest and neck. Insufferable pleasure making you weak at the knees. 

"Everything is perfect... mmmh... sir" you manage to say through gritted teeth. You realize the hungry gazes of the group of men are glued to you. Somehow the attention makes the pleasure even more unbearable and you feel like you're going to lose control at any second now. 

Your hands wrap around the headrest of Hongjoong’s seat in an attempt to ground yourself as you feel you are slowly slipping into the abyss. Your heat uncontrollably pulsing around the devilish toy. 

But as soon as you let out a moan that proves to be a little too high pitched. A pitch that betrays your imminent high. Hongjoong's eyes turn into a sadistic glacial gaze and he switches off the device completely. You can't help but to voice out your disappointment with an unpleased whine as you feel yourself pulse into the most infuriating and frustrating ruined orgasm. You look over the blonde man in confusion. 

"Why did you stop, sir?" You ask out of breath, strained voice seeped with desperation.

"Because you were being a bad girl, doll and bad girls don't get rewards." His voice was so stern you couldn't believe he was the same man making sure you were comfortable a second ago. 

"What did I do wrong?" The question sounded a little whiny as your eyes swept over the other men all looking at you with an evil twinkle in the eye. 

Your lost puppy eyes and the sad and desperate little pout made Hongjoong grow bigger in his pants as he was gaining this control over you. He had to fight the urge to immediately palm himself through his pants.

"Were you not about to cum without asking permission first?" you could hear the slightest hint of amusement behind the graveness of his tone.

"I didn't know I h-" 

"Talking back, are we?" You bit your lip, immediately interrupting yourself and looking down at your feet. “I thought you had better manners” Hongjoong said, fainting the disappointment of a strict father.

"I'm sorry, sir" 

"Sorry won't do it with me, doll. Doesn't she deserve punishment. Guys what do you say?" 

All of them nodded and agreed as you let the corner of your mouth fall, heart racing at the mention of the ominous word… Punishment.

"San" 

As soon as the leader called his name San got up and joined you in front of the group. He stepped behind you. 

"Now you'll stay completely still as San performs the punishment. Is this clear?" 

"Crystal clear, sir" you stiffened when you felt the strong hands of the man wrapping around your waist and reach over your stomach. You hold your breath as his fingers busy themselves with your blouse. Unfastening the buttons one by one. He peels the fabric off slowly as you take the sanction as obediently as possible. 

“I’ve been wanting to do that ever since I laid eyes on you back in Copenhagen'' he whispers quietly, only for you to hear. His warm breath on your skin makes you shiver.

Then he moves to the zipper at the back of the short skirt. The vibration of the zip on your skin makes you shudder as the group of men relishes in seeing you so helpless. 

Soon you are left in only the heels and lingerie set. 

"You did so good baby" the man murmurs before laying a gentle kiss on the shell of your ear. 

"On your knees" Hongjoong says and you hastily obliged before he thinks you are being dissident again.

"Now say I'm sorry for being a selfish little slut obsessed with my own pleasure.”

The humiliation and shame makes your cheeks burning hot but still you comply. 

"I-I'm sorry for being a selfish little slut obsessed with my own pleasure.. Sir” you add for good measure.

“Now you’ll crawl to each of us and ask for a spanking. I think 8 spanks is a good start. Right gentlemen?” Once again they collectively agreed.

For a second shame paralyzes you.

“Go ahead, doll. Ask Seonghwa first” you look up at the man.

“Please, sir” you try to swallow a lump.

“Louder, princess” Seonghwa says, taking your chin between his slender fingers, smiling fondly down at his cute little toy.

“P-please Sir” you say louder this time. “Please punish me”

“Of course my princess” he replies in this tender tone. A tone that contrasts with the sharp sound of his palm falling flat on your bottom. You let a small cry slip out your lips as heat rushes to the sensitive patch of skin.

“What do you say, doll?” the blonde man chips in.

“T-Thank you Sir”

You crawled past Hongjoong to Mingi and Yunho’s row.

“Sir please, may I ask you for a spank” you asked Mingi.

The sting that followed had you throwing your head back and suppressing a moan by biting the inside of your cheek. Mingi’s hand was larger and a lot less gentle.

“Thank you” you hiss.

You continue the round, going to one member after the other until both your cheeks feel raw and several hand prints are left visible. You finish with Hongjoong.

“Please Sir, please spank me” you say out of breath, your hazy mind having difficulty putting the words in coherent sentences.

“Color, doll” he says as his hands slips over the sensitive skin, soothing you with gentle caresses.

“Green, sir”

All of a sudden you feel the vibrations deep inside your core again. You can’t help but let out a pleased moan escape your lips. Arching your back letting your head hang down. 

“Oh my g-god” you sigh before biting down on your lip. Hongjoong’s gentle hand wraps around your chin to lift your gaze to his own. His eyes are as dark as can be, an evil grin pulling on his lips.

“You were saying, doll?” he asks with his other hands still drawing soothing circles on your raw ass. “You wanted something from me?” he says, giving you a light squeeze.

You look around and see the other 7 pairs of eyes glued to you. And the sustained gazes and the vibrations send you to flirt with your edge almost instantly. 

“Don’t forget why you’re here, princess” Seonghwa warns you. “You can’t cum before given permission or I fear we will have to do all of that all over again”

“Except I won’t be as nice this time” Hongjoong adds, the gentle hold on your chin becoming a little tighter, blunt nails digging in your cheek. “Ask for your punishment like a good girl and I'll turn it off”

“Please. Please sir! Please spank me”

“Good girl” he says before lifting his palm and letting it fall back against your already sensitive skin. The sharp clap that erupts from the motion sends a spark of electricity straight to your core, lifting goosebumps in its wake.

The pleasurable pain and the tireless vibrations almost had you cumming but with immense resilience and respect for the orders you were given you manage to hold yourself back. 

“Such a good little toy for us, kitten” you hear San praise as the vibrations die down.

When you look back up at Hongjoong you look absolutely fucked out. He smiles at you and rubs soothing circles on your cheek. He can’t help but to feel himself twitch as he sees you look back at him this confused and frustrated. 

“You did really good, doll” Hongjoongs praises “You may rise”

You get up again to walk to the bench. You plop yourself on top of it, barely able to hold yourself on the stiletto heels but at least it’s a relief for your knees.

Suddenly you feel warm and gentle hands wrap around your waist and hoist you up on their lap, when you open your eyes you see it’s Seonghwa.

“You did really good, princess” Seonghwa says as you feel his fingers slip up your back and unclasping your white lace bra. In a split second the lace is off your blazing skin, you feel the air brush against your chest as the other men drink in your form, all eyes roaming this new part of your body revealed to their eyes. You whine softly as you fight the urge to cover yourself, turning your head to the side and closing your eyes just to avoid eye contact with them.

One of Seonghwa’s hands slips over your breasts, massaging the lumps of flesh and teasing your painfully hard nipples while the other one slips around your waist, down your stomach and inside the lace panties. 

You audibly gasp when you feel the toy being pulled out of you, whining at the loss of the fullness of it. You hear the toy bounce off the carpeted floor. 

“You won’t need this anymore now, princess” Seonghwa whispers in your ear before pinching your nipple a little harder. “We’ll take care of you now” You arch your back onto his torso. Immediately he starts rubbing small circles on your swollen clit. You can’t help but moan at the smallest of contact.

“You got so wet for us baby” Yeosang comments, making your eyes snap to him.

“And so sensitive” Jongho adds.

You feel Seonghwa smirk against your ear. Continuing the small and light circles on your clit. Soon you lose patience and start to buck your hips, desperate for friction, desperate for him to apply some pressure. 

“Do you want my fingers, Princess?” Seonghwa asks before planting an open mouth kiss on your neck.

“Yesss, Sir. Yes please” you breathe out, bucking your hips against his hand again. Which makes the older man chuckle against your skin.

“Take these off then, princess” He says, catching the white lace of your thong and letting it slap against your skin. Hurriedly you briefly lift your butt to shimmy out of the lace and let the fabric rest on one of your ankles. When you sit back down you feel your raw ass rub against Seonghwa’s clothed hard on, earning a low grunt from him.

“Spread your legs, Princess” Seonghwa says as he lightly caresses your thigh. 

The whole room held their breath, all of them waiting to finally see you in the simplest of forms, eagerly waiting to open Pandora's box. 

Gathering your courage you did so, very slowly you parted your thighs, feeling the cold air hit your swollen and sopping heat as you completely unveiled yourself for your clients. You spotted from the corner of your eyes Jongho starting to palm himself through his trousers.

“Fuck she’s so wet too” you guessed the deep voice to be the one of Mingi.

“So naughty” Yunho added.

“Good girl '' Seonghwa praised again when you couldn't possibly open your legs wider. He immediately slipped his ring and middle finger inside your heat, the slow and gentle stretch of your sex made you mewl pathetically, jaw falling loose as he curled his fingers right into your sweet spot.

“Oh my g-” the words get caught in your throat when Seonghwa picks up the pace. 

“You’re sucking in his fingers so well, kitten” San commented while he pressed his open hand on his length.

Your moans gradually grow louder and the wet squelching sounds of your dripping center bounce on the walls, Seonghwa composing a sinful symphony on your body. Pumping his fingers inside and out your heat then gliding up your folds to find your clit and dipping back in again.

As time goes by and as you inch closer to your edge you feel no intention in Seonghwa to stop. You know this time you won’t be able to hold back and after being so close so many times to your high. You just want to finally grasp it. You’re so close you can taste it. You just don’t want it to have it snatched away from you again.

“Seonghwa… Please” you breath out, cheeks flushed, nails digging into your palm.

“Please what?” Seonghwa asks, sounding as innocent as can be but the smirk you feel on the shell of your ear tells you the innocence as everything but genuine.

“Please… Aaaha. Can I c-cum?” you finally manage to ask.

“You wanna show everyone how you cum around my fingers?” The sinful choice of words makes your heart hammer against your ribs. But you would do anything for him to finally let you finish. 

“Yes” you breathe out, overlooking the shame, somehow managing to open your legs even wider, letting the plug peek from beneath you, the pink gem twinkling under the dim lighting, determined to let the others have a good look at you.

Your efforts are noticed. You hear a couple of them curse under their breaths while other finally slip their hands inside their pants. But most importantly your resilience makes Seonghwa agree to let you cum.

“Go ahead, Princess. Make a big mess on my fingers.”

You don't need more, you just let yourself slip as soon as you hear the magic words. Your mind slips into a haze as you throw your head back, letting it roll on Seonghwa’s shoulders. You clench around the man’s long fingers, cunt uncontrollably pulsing around him, refusing to ever let go of them. Your legs shaking as you let a long string of moans escape your lips.

The group of men admiring how your pussy opens and closes around their friend’s fingers, some grunting as they press a little harder on their painfully hard cocks. 

When Seonghwa rips his fingers out of your orgasming heat your cum just sprays out of your in streams, soaking the carpet beneath your feet. 

Finally as the stream dies down you’re able to come down from your high.

“Goog girl” Seonghwa praises as he brings his cum covered digits to your mouth. You immediately, out of instinct, your mind still in a complete haze, welcome the long fingers inside your mouth. Eagerly sucking and licking, your taste taking over your mouth and rolling on your tongue. 

Suddenly you feel another pair of hands on your thighs. When you look you see Yunho letting his big palms glide from your thighs to your calf and to your feet. He brings your foot to his face, one hand under your calf and the other wrapped around the heel while he kisses your ankles, going down on your feet, he slips his tongue out, licking the black leather of the pump. Before taking them off.

“How do you taste, princess?” Seonghwa asks when he sees you distracted by Yunho. 

“Delicious, sir” you replied, still not taking your eyes off the tall man kneeling between your legs.

“Let me have a taste.” Seonghwa says before crashing his lips on yours, you share your cum with him as he pushes his tongue past your lips, eager to discover your flavor. 

He breathes heavily as he keeps kissing you. You feel Yunho peel off one of the tights to give kitten licks to your toes. 

The novel feeling has you moaning into Seonghwa’s mouth. He sucks on your toes before trailing up your thigh. Leaving blue and purple marks as he progresses up until he reaches your pubic bone. He kisses you everywhere but where you want him the most. You whine into the older one's mouth. Until the taller man finally gives a kitten lick to your clit. You rip your mouth from Seonghwa to look at Yunho between your legs. He doesn't break eye contact as he starts to relish on your taste. Your eyebrows knit on your forehead as your jaw falls open.

“Fuckkk” you swear before sucking your lip between your teeth.

“You like that?” He asks, lips still pressed to your folds.

“Yess! Yesss” you say as you eagerly grind your hips on his tongue, earning a low groan from the man behind you as your ass rubbed on his harder than ever cock. The raging hard on threatening to rip through the pants at any moment.

“What a greedy little whore” Mingi says as he gets up to come closer to the scene. Soon all of them follow and you find yourself surrounded by all 8 men looking down at you, hands either under or over their pants, playing with their cocks as they didn’t peel their eyes off you for a second. 

Seeing all of them around you, their hungry gaze fixed on you makes you even more eager, and you find yourself grinding even faster on Yunho’s tongue, letting sighs and pleading cries roll off your tongue.

“You just came, doll” Hongjoong started. “And you’re already so eager to cum again?” his warm hand slipped between your breast to go up you throat, lightly squeezing, just enough to make it threatening, making your eyes snap to him. “You’re so naughty”.

While you were distracted by Hongjoong you didn't notice from the corner of your eye Wooyoung taking his pants off and pumping his length in his clenched fist. Swiping his tongue on his bottom lips watching you fuck yourself out on Yunho’s mouth while Seonghwa groaned behind you and bit your neck. 

It’s only when you felt the hot tip against your cheek that you turned your head to him. When you look up at him the devilish grin that he adorns makes your inside flutter, your eager cunt twitching on Yunho’s tongue.

“Open wide for me, baby, okay?” Wooyoung’s raspy voice asked as he laid his leaking tip right on your lips. As soon as the tip of your tongue makes contact with his slit you give it a kitten lick. The salty taste goes straight to your head and makes you dizzy. You open your mouth a little wider and Wooyoung slowly pushes his length inside you. You can’t help but to moan as you feel the smooth skin gliding so easily on your wet tongue. Letting your eyes roll back as you feel your lips stretch to accommodate this fullness in your mouth while Yunho slows down his rhythm, allowing you just enough lucidity to be able to concentrate on your new found mission. 

Wooyoung continues to progress until he bottoms out. And you hollow your cheeks to pull your head back on his length just to push back in. You start out slow, making sure to lube him up with your spit. And Wooyoung sighs at the pleasurable way your tongue swirls around his tip every time he hangs on your lips, letting his head roll back, thick veins ornamenting his neck.

As you pick up the pace you feel hands wrap around what was once your bun and push you back down further on Wooyoung’s cock.

“Come on, princess. You can do better than that” you hear Seonghwa purr in your ear. As Wooyoung groans, feeling you go deeper. “You can take him all in. Right Princess?” 

With each coming and going Seonghwa pushes on your head a little harder until, your nose hits Wooyoung’s pubic bone. Seonghwa keeps you right there for a moment as you look up at the younger man with teary eyes.

“Ever since I picked this red lipstick for you I've wanted to see it around my cock. You’re so pretty like this baby.” Wooyoung says as Seonghwa finally releases you, allowing you to pull back and breathe. You suck in a deep breath, fighting back a coughing fit.

“You’re doing so good, Princess. So good for us” Seonghwa praises, already pushing your head back on Wooyoung’s length. You open your mouth once again, pursing your lips, hollowing your cheeks. So good that soon enough Wooyoung lets his head roll back and let a long string of profanities fall from his lips.

“Fuck you’re so good at this, baby. Like you were made to suck cock” he praised, through gritted teeth. “Fuckkk” he cursed again and you felt his cock twitch on your tongue while he suddenly gripped your hair, stopping you from pushing him back inside your wet mouth. “Fuck” he breathes heavily. “I need a break.  Don’t want the fun to end now” he said, pulling his lips in a sinful smirk.

“I’ll take it from here” San said, pulling Wooyoung by the shoulder to take his place. When you are presented with San’s cock you can tell he has been playing with himself for a while, the tip is swollen, beet red and dripping. It is the most mouth watering sight you ever got the chance to witness. Instinctively you open wider and approach your lips but San pulls back before you can wrap your mouth around the alluring member.

“An eager little kitten, aren't we?” the man breathes out while he lazily pumps himself before your round out eyes. “You want my cock this bad ?” he smirks wickedly, looking down on you. You only nod, not peeling your eyes off San’s cock. “You have to properly ask for it before I give it to you” Your eyes snap back to his sharp ones. There’s not a trace of humor in his dark brown orbs, only dark lust burning holes into you.

“Please, sir. Fill my mouth with your cock” you whisper, your warm breath hitting San’s raw dick, making him suck in a breath. 

“Good little kitty” he praises while pressing his cock against your lips, which you part as soon as you feel the hot leaking tip against your mouth, immediately the taste going to your head. Slowly you glide on San’s length as his hands wrap around both your ears, pulling you even further on his cock, grunting all the way down until he reaches the bottom.

“Stay completely still, kitten” he whispers, the sultry tone making you shiver under his unwavering gaze. “Let me fuck that pretty little mouth”

Suddenly you gasp as you feel two long fingers being pushed inside your dripping heat, Yunho, tired of being ignored, wants to get your attention back. And the least you can say is that it’s effective. His digits curl inside you deliciously, able to reach deeper than Seonghwa.

San takes advantage of your sudden gasp to push his length deeper, picking up right where Wooyoung left off. You feel the delicious burn of your throat expanding to accommodate San’s girth. 

Yunho wraps his lips around your clit once more while San pleasures himself with your mouth, strong grip around your head, pulling your head in and pushing it back out again at a rapid pace. The pleasure makes you moan on San’s length, your eyes becoming watery. 

“You like that, babygirl?” you hear Yunho ask you from between your legs. You can’t possibly respond because San doesn't allow a single word to leave your mouth, only muffled sounds of approval.

“Good girl” Yunho praises before returning to tease you. His tongue twirls around your sensitive bundle of nerves occasionally sucking and flicking it with his tongue. 

“You like getting your little cunt stuffed while I fuck your face, kitten?” San asks, breath short, strong forearms contracting around your face. You only moan in approval, trying to nod your head which proves to be impossible due to San’s grip. Only the volume of the pitch of the moans you make, gives away at the state of urgency in which you find yourself.

“You wanna cum?” San asks, somehow grip growing stronger. You moan again, one single tear rolling down your cheek, dragging with it one streak of mascara. “Cum, kitten. Cum for Yunho with my dick down your throat” 

Once again the permission makes you let go of the knot in your guts, the pleasure spreads to you through your core pulsing under Yunho tongue and clenching on his long fingers, deliciously curled right into your sweet spot. Gradually San and Yunho slow down allowing you to ride off your high.

Before you even gather up your thought you feel Seonghwa turn your head to him one more time, slipping his long tongue inside your mouth, the only response your hazy mind can come up with is to moan into his mouth before you feel yourself being lifted up by a couple pair of strong arms, Seonghwa grunting under you.

“Princess, I need you right here” You hear the older man’s deep voice as his gaze points at his dick, now shed from its restraints, standing proud and tall. You step towards him and lift your leg to take him in but he stops you.

“No, princess. Other way around, I want the others to see the beautiful expressions you make with my cock deep inside you” he says as he lightly pushes on your hips, urging you to turn around. When you do and see the others you can’t help but to feel a new wave of arousal. 

You find yourself hovering over Seonghwa while you hold his length in your hand. The whole room seems to hold their breath as you align yourself with him, gathering your arousal, taking your time to spread it on the leaking tip.

“Look how wet you are” Jongho commented. “We haven't even started yet and you already made such a mess”

“S-sorry, sir” you muster and bite your lip immediately after, sinking your hips on Seonghwa as the others all look at the precise place your two bodies meet, fist pumping around the results of their own arousal.

“Fuckkkk” you hear Seonghwa curse in your ear. 

“Enjoying the eldest privilege, hyung?” you hear the low voice of Mingi ask as you can’t even bring yourself to open your eyes, your body automatically shutting down your other senses to focus solely on the delicious stretch of your walls around Seonghwa’s girth.

“I’m not the only one, am I Princess?” he asks short of breath, his hands tucking behind your ear one of many strands of hair that escaped your once sleek updo. When you fail to provide a satisfactory reply, Seonghwa’s hand drops down to your cunt. 

“Didn't I tell you to…” his hot breath fans your ear, you sigh and let your head fall back on his shoulder as you feel his hand touch you in the place you need him the most only to receive a sharp slap right on your very sensitive bud. The unexpected and acute pain stirs your gut in a brand new way, making you clench around Seonghwa, ripping a low moan from your lips.

“... use your words?” he asks, voice a lot sterner. 

“Yesss” you mewl. “Yesssss” you pant. “Yess, sir” not being able to tell if you crave another slap or if you had just gone completely mad.

“Are you enjoying yourself?” he asks again.

“”Yes, sir. I am”

“So naughty, doll” Hongjoong comments, stepping closer.

“Now princess, work for me a little, okay? Make me feel good.” The eldest places both his hands on your hips making you sink down until he reaches the deepest part of you as you moan, feeling him deliciously splitting you open. “Show them how good you are.”

You start to rise up again, Seonghwa’s hands still on your hips but not helping you in any way, letting you take control over this. Once his tip is barely hanging inside you, you sink down again, this time faster. His lubricated length slides inside you with ease. You moan without restraint at the way his length rubs on the toy in your ass, stirring it around and making the metal push on all the right places. You repeat the motion until you settle in a comfortable rhythm. 

As you behave according to Seonghwa’s order you can't help but let your half lidded gaze sweep the room. All these eyes on you make you clench again, urging you to bounce harder on Seonghwa’s girth. 

“Look at you, slutty tits bouncing for us.” Jongho comments again, making you bite your lip, shame bubbling with arousal in the pit of your stomach. But at the same time you can’t seem to stop your hips, irrepressibly pulled down and pushed back up again and again until Seonghwa feels you flutter around him.

“You like giving a good show. Right Princess?”

“Yess sir” you whine, eyes prickling with tears. 

“Aren’t you a pretty one, doll?” Hongjoong whispers, his voice barely covering your moans and whines, slipping his hands right between your breasts caressing with the tip of his finger your soft and dampened sweaty skin, trailing to cup your breast. Suddenly he pinches your nipples harden into buds, the dull pain makes you roll your head back, letting a throaty moan escape your lips.

“Doll, can’t you do anything with those pretty hands of yours?” Hongjoong asks, pinching ever so slightly harder. 

Before you can even reply anything, Yeosang and Yunho step to each side of you, wrapping your fingers around their two cocks. 

“That’s way better” Hongjoong compliments.

They start out by guiding you on their length until you continue on your own. 

“Fuck sweetheart” Yeosang starts. “Those pretty hands were made to pleasure cocks” he praises as he brings your face close to his length, pushing your cheeks onto his tip, spreading the pre cum on your hot face. 

“Such a good little girl for us” Yunho outbids the praise, pulling you close to also spread his essence on you. “Faster my baby” he exhales.

You oblige as you feel Seonghwa's hands on your hips urging you to go faster, his blunt nails digging into your sides. As you do so Seonghwa lightly scoots down on the bench, angling his cock in a brand new way. You can't help but to moan loudly at the way he’s now rubbing your sweet spot, each back and forth scrubbing against the toy in your ass and deliciously poking at the entrance of Eden's garden. 

“Such beautiful sounds” Seonghwa praises, licking around your ear, the wet sounds of his mouth making your guts slush around as your grip tightens around the two cocks in your hand, making the two men groan. 

You can’t help but to let your mind slip in delirium again, pleasure delightfully clouding your judgment.

“Sir please, can I cum?”

“Again?” Jongho scoffs. “You really can’t fucking wait can you?” the sharp glacial tone, contrast with the sadistic and amused smirk spreading on his lips. You whine in response, brows linking on your forehead, bouncing even harder as Hongjoong continues to tease your nipples, taunting the hard buds until they become so sensitive you could cum from the way he plays with them alone.

“I’m sorry I can't let you Princess” Seonghwa says, strong grip on your hips making you stop abruptly. Immediately your hungry little cunt starts to pulse around his length, yearning for more of the delectable friction as your ass clenches around the plug.

“Please, Please please” you start to plead. Lust speaking in your place, completely forgetting about everything else.

“You really have no shame” the younger comments again.

“No Princess. Seonghwa says sternly. “Unfortunately I made you cum once already and I have to let the others also have fun with our brand new toy.” you whine, tears of frustration brimming in your eyes. “I recall Mingi didn’t even touch you yet”. 

Your eyes instantly snap to the tall pink haired man, standing in front of you while a wicked smirk spreads on his lips. 

“No, I haven't played with our little play thing… yet” his low voice rumbles makes your chest tighten as you let Seonghwa’s length slip out of you in defeat. The last word somehow sounds like a threat and makes you shiver. 

“What you say, y/n?” your heart makes a loop in your chest when the man uses your name. They only used pet names until then and you weren't expecting it, it somehow feels a lot more personal, almost making you forget you’re actually working right now. “Do you wanna play with me?” his large hand wraps around your neck, not squeezing in the slightest way. His fingers are only curled around you, lightly pulling you up to guide you out Seonghwa’s lap. 

“Yes. Yes I want to play with you, sir” you say, entranced by the man. 

“Good girl” he praises, still leading you by the neck and making you kneel on the carpeted floor. “Lay there Angel” his low but commanding voice said.

You lay on your back and bring your knees over your chest before spreading your legs open. Jongho and San sitting at each side hold your legs apart while all of them eye down your red, swollen and pulsing little cunt.

Mingi kneels down and places himself right between your thighs, the huge member sitting heavily in his open palm, you gasp when you feel the hot tip glide over your drenched folds. Mingi repeats the motion a couple of times, each time pressing down with his tip on your swollen and sensitive bundle of nerves. You jerk your hips everytime under the divine pressure he applies but soon you grow frustrated.

“Please…”you whine breathless, looking up at him with half lidded eyes, your messy hair stuck to your forehead.

“Please what, angel?” he asks as you feel a pair of foreign hands cup your breasts, you don't even take the time to look around to find the owner of those hands, only eyeing down Mingi’s massive cock laying over your quivering little pussy.

“Please I want to feel you” you finally say, just above a murmur, squirming not wanting anything more than to finally be filled to the brim with a cock. After all this teasing you just need to feel a cock inside you. Anyone. You just want to be filled. 

Mingi chuckles darkly at your quiet request as he continues to tease you.

“You want my cock, baby?” he asks, deep and sultry voice lifting goosebumps on your bare skin. You nod, not peeling your eyes off the member. “Bark for it.”

“Huh?” you look back at him confused, the wicked smirk playing on his lips makes you shiver.

“Bark for my cock like the bitch you are” he lifts up his dick to let it slap back down against your sensitive and erect clit, making your jerk at the sharp sting of pleasure.

“He said bark!” Jongho adds, only now you see he’s the one teasing your nipples.

“Woof woof” you finally let out.

“Again!” Jongho commands as he lands a slap on your cheek. Making you gasp and arch your back into the carpeted floor.

“Woof woof woof woof” you repeatedly scream.

Tears of frustration are blurring your vision. Making you unable to see as Mingi finally plunges his fat cock into your desperate heat. Your walls immediately welcome him with happy spasms. Mingi grunts and moans all the way down to the bottom of your hungry little cunt.

But then again he stops moving, he just stays there, more tears spill from your eyes, dragging down your mascara, progressively ruining the makeup that was so thoughtfully planned out for you. Much to Wooyoung's satisfaction. 

“Please. Please.” you say breathless, unable to stop yourself from trying to rock yourself on Mingi’s cock. “Please fuck me” you ask again.

“Color, doll?” you hear Hongjoong ask. You look back at him confused. You need a moment before the words even mean anything in your mind. But the question forces your mind back to reality.

“Green” you utter. To your response Hongjoong and the others snicker.

“You really like to beg don’t you?” Seonghwa's remark makes you whine.

“Such a good little cocksleeve, properly begging for us. You’re doing so good baby” Yunho praises, wiping the tears away.

“Go ahead Mingi… give her what she wants” Hongjoongs concludes.

The pink haired man then looks back at you and starts to push inside your greedy little cunt steadily.

“Thank you, sir. Thank you, sir” you hastily say looking up at Hongjoong your orbs drowning in a sumptuous blend of desperation, gratitude and need. He looks down at you with a proud paternal smile. You’re so cute. Completely fucked out stupid. The perfect little fuck toy.

You feel your cunt deliciously stretch to accommodate Mingi’s fat cock as he bottoms out and lets out a low groan. You can’t help but to arch your back at the delicious filling sensation, the definitely girthy (to say the least) cock scraping against the toy crowding your other hole in exquisite pleasure. 

Gradually Mingi picks up the pace as Jongho continues to play with your tits. Flicking the hardened buds and pinching them occasionally crouching down to suck on them. 

Pleasure rises, your gut tightens in the familiar knot but as you become more vocal and as your walls start gripping Mingi a little tighter he slows down, denying you your high. You can’t help but to whine in disappointment.

But as a distraction from the frustration Wooyoung crouches down next to your face and once again teases your lips with his blazing tip. You gratefully open your mouth to take your mind off the agonizing pleasure Mingi inflicts to you. Hungrily sucking on Wooyoung’s length, bopping your head to the side as you felt another cock graze your cheek but you didn't open your eyes to see who it was you solely concentrated on Wooyoung.

“That's it baby. Suck my cock” you heard him praise as he wrapped his veiny hand around what was left of your bun. “Fffucck… y/n” he moaned. 

Mingi started to pick up the pace again making you moan on Wooyoung’s length, the vibrations making the younger man shiver. As you didn’t slow down, hollowing your cheeks on his length as you pulled and moaning as you pushed your head back.

“You’re so good for us, Princess” you heard Seonghwa from beside you, guessing it was his cock caressing your cheek. “That’s right, keep going like this” he encouraged and you picked the pace again.

“Fuck… You… mmmh… want my cum that… fucking… bad?” Wooyoung struggled to say as you felt his grip become tighter around your hair. You nodded again, you didn't know if your point came across but you didn't care you only wanted to taste his cum on your tongue.

“Fuckk” you heard Mingi still smashing himself between your legs.

“Fuck I’m cumming” Wooyoung pulled on your hair, popping his length out your mouth to release all over your face, warm white cum crashing on your nose, cheeks and lips. You hungrily licked your lips as Wooyoung grunted, emptying his balls on your face.

“Shit” the younger man breathes out as he unravels his fingers around your hair. Immediately Seonghwa pinches your chin and turns your head to the other side, to look at him. 

“Mingi please” you whine again as he decreases the pace again, you try to turn your head to the pink haired man kneeling between your legs but Seonghwa firmly maintains your face to him. 

“Shh, Princess.” he gently says as your body is shaken under each of Mingi's slow but powerful thrust. “Don't waste Wooyoung’s cum, okay?” with his index finger he scraped your cheek and dragged the thick liquid to your mouth, pushing his cum coated finger past your lips, as you wrapped your lips around it, moaning as Wooyoung’s taste filled your mind.

“That's it. Eat it all” Seonghwa praised as he jerked himself off with his other hand. “Good girl. You want mine too, Princess?” he asked, inching his length closer to you. 

“Yes! Please! Sir, please I want your cum” you eagerly reply. 

“Sweetheart is starved for cum, isn’t she?” Yeosang commented.

“Open. Stick your tongue out” Seonghwa’s tone was urgent, his voice was roughed up and strained, giving away at his own need. “Don't close your eyes, Princess” he says breathless, his fist frantically going up and down his aching cock. “Keep looking at me” he said, barely above a whisper. Catching his bottom lip between his teeth and knitting his brows as pleasure contorts his beautiful delicate features.

You happily obliged as Seonghwa lets himself go. Aiming primarily at your open wet hole but the uncontainable powerful streams also get on your nose and all the way to your forehead, perfectly splitting your ruined face in half. 

Seonghwa grunts in satisfaction as the others approve and jerk themself off at the beautiful and sinful sight.

“Keep your mouth open Baby. Don’t swallow yet” Mingi orders. “I want to see their cum in your mouth while I pound into you.” 

This time Mingi seems to be more serious, he doesn’t mean to tease you any longer.

“Fuckkkkk” Mingi grunts as he plows into you, making your tits jiggle under Jongho’s hands. “You're so fucking pretty with all that cum on your face, angel” He hisses through gritted teeth. “Wanna cum on my cock, baby?”

“Yesshhh” you managed to say, swirling the two loads on your tongue.

As the pleasurable feeling spreads from your core to your whole body you feel warm hands laid against your erect clit, drawing tight small circles on it. 

“You gonna be a good girl and cum for us, sweetheart?” Yeosang purrs as he teases your clit, instantly taking you to unknown heights. The pleasure fogs up your mind as you can only think about Yeosang’s hand on you and Mingi’s cock pounding you into oblivion. 

“Fuck… Cum now.” Mingi ordered as his thrust became shallower, less regular. 

“Thank you. thank you thank you” you blabbered, your mouth still full of cum as you let yourself come undone at Yeosang and Mingi’s touch. Your cunt uncontrollably pulsating around Mingi’s big cock, the indescribable pleasure making your legs shake and your eyes roll to the back of your head as you let your tongue hang out your mouth, the cum threatening to spill with each jerk of your body.

“Fuckkk I’m cumming” Mingi announced as he became uneven, finally letting himself release deep inside you, his hips snapping to yours a couple of more times as he painted you a brand new shade of white, your convulsing little cunt milking him to the last drop, eagerly wanting to drown itself in the precious and delicious essence. 

“Swallow now, darling”. Yeosang allowed you. And you gladly did so. Finally getting the thick cum down your throat, relishing on the intoxicating taste as you let Mingi slip out of you and his cum lazily dripping out your shapeless hole.

“Come here and clean your little mess” Mingi said out of breath as he stumbled back sitting on the floor with his legs in front of him. You got up on all four and crawled to him, finding your spot between his ample thighs while he held out his sticky cock to you, covered with your slick and his cum. You kept your ass up as you bent over to wrap your mouth around the tip and giving it a hard suck. You felt the warm load drip down your thighs as the mixed flavors of your arousal and his cum flooded your mouth.

As you licked clean every inch you felt a pair of hands gently pat your ass.

“You really have no shame, do you?” Jongho commented from behind you, landing a slap on your raw ass. You jerked and moaned as you popped Mingi’s freshly cleaned length out of your mouth. 

You felt Jongho pull on the plug that was still inside you. He pulled lightly on it a couple of times to let it be sucked back in by your ass. 

“Oh what a greedy little hole, clinging onto the toy like this” he said finally pulling the toy out, admiring your hole opening and closing in need to be filled again. “Don’t worry darling, you won’t stay empty for long”. Just as he said that he plunged two fingers inside your blinking hole. His index and middle finger forming a V to spread your hole open as much as possible. You moaned in bliss as the others watched you being split open in awe. 

“You like my fingers in your ass?” Jongho asked as his other hand was rubbing soothing circles on your bare bottom. 

“Yes!! Yess sir I love them” you almost yelled back eager to feel more of him.

“What a good little whore” he praised, landing another spank on your reddened cheek. He then curled his fingers to rub against your sweet spot. You let your head hang as you close your eyes only focusing on the pleasure happening behind you when you feel a gentle touch on your cheek. When you look up it’s San, kneeling in front of you, holding his swollen and painfully hard length in his hand. 

“My turn now, kitten.” he says in a raspy tone. “Open up” as soon as you part your lips he slips inside the wet hole, directly aiming for the back of your throat. As you are on your hands and knees your mouth and neck perfectly align in a flat line and San is able to reach the back of your throat easily. You feel the pleasure burn again in your already sore throat, awakening the dormant and dull pain, a little souvenir of his previous visit.

After a couple of back and forths he pops his length out your mouth, making you whine but it’s caught in your throat when you feel Jongho stuff one more finger inside your crowded little ass.

San wraps his fist around his length as lazily pumps himself a few times.

“Give me a hand Woo”

You see Wooyoung’s veiny hand wrap around San’s cock. San lets out a throaty moan as the younger man’s fingers curled around his length, pumping him lazily while you observed in awe as his catlike eyes creased and his eyebrows met on his forehead. 

San’s now free hand gently rubbed your face, his lips being pulled in a sinful smirk.

“Faster” he instructed Wooyoung. and he immediately started to pump his fist quicker. “Ffuucckk yesss” he hissed clenching his jaw as his half lidded eyes stared right into you.

“I think kitten wants her milk” he chuckled at the way your eyes started to grow in approbation, pupils dilated at the thought. “Let’s not make her wait any longer”

You licked your lips in anticipation while San caught his bottom lip between his teeth, completely dropping the cocky smile as you saw him twitch in Wooyoung’s hand.

“Open your mouth, darling” Wooyoung ordered, aiming San’s cock right at your wet hole.

“Fuck, kitten! Want my milk?” San asked as you saw his muscular thighs contract.

“Yes please sir I'm a thirsty kitty” you said before sticking your tongue out. Which made San push his jaw forward.

“Then take it” he said, his hand going from your cheek to your neck to pull your face further onto his crotch right before he cums as Wooyoung clenches his fist around the twitching cock. A colossal amount of cum spurts out of his open slit, crashing on your face and mixing with the others’ loads, your tears and smudged makeup.

“Good girl” Wooyoung praises.

The salty and bitter taste wraps around your tongue as you moan in satisfaction letting your mind focus on this intoxicating flavor. 

But Jongho pulls you out of your trance by circling your waist with his free hand, to be able to play with your clit. Which has you moaning instantly.

“I want you to cum around my fingers” Jongho whispered as he drew tight and rapid circles on your over-stimulated clit. More tears spill from your eyes as the pleasure elevates your body again.

“Pleaseeee” you whine. At this point you don't even know what you are begging for anymore. Are you begging him to stop, to let you rest? Are you begging him for more?

Then Wooyoung crouches down and sticks his tongue inside your mouth as your jaw is slacked. Your moans and whines are muffled as your eyes roll back into your skull while you share San’s taste mixed your spit with the raven black haired man.

“That's it baby” Jongho praises a carnivorous grin pulling at his lips. 

Another earth-breaking orgasm washes over your body as your tight little asshole tries to swallow Jongho’s fingers whole, your cum spraying out of you in a powerful stream again while you moan into Wooyoung’s open mouth.

When Jongho pulls out you are left breathless and fucked out of your mind.

“She’s ready back here” Jongho announced, wiping his fingers on your skirt abandoned on the floor. “Who wants to have a go?” he asks.

“Me” Yunho answered immediately. 

You can't help but to gulp. Out of the eight of them, Yunho is easily the biggest one. You can’t help but to nervously chew on your bottom lip as you eye down Yunho’s hard and leaking huge cock. 

“Stay right here” Yeosang says as he sees you squirming.

Yunho kneels behind you but as soon as you turn your head to look back, Yeosang gently pinches your chin and makes you look at him.

“Look what you did to me, sweetheart.” he gently purred, swiping the raging hot tip across your wet swollen lips. “I don’t think I’ve ever been this hard ever. That’s all for you, darling” Yeosang sings as he pushes back his long black hair. You let a moan escape your lips as you feel Yunho’s fingers swipe up your slit to your clit, flicking the poor exhausted nub a couple of times, when he notices how sensitive you are. You hear him chuckle behind you.

“Don’t you think you have to take responsibility for it?” Yeosang’s grip on your chin grows tighter but his voice remains as sweet as honey.

“Yes, sir” you agree as you open your mouth again. As soon as Yeosang’s hot cock head glazes over your tongue the sweet taste of precum completely wipes away the soreness of your already abused jaw. 

“Yesss” Yeosang hisses, gentle hands wrapped around your nape and guiding your lips to meet his pubic bone. “So fucking good baby” he gently pulls out and goes back in immediately. 

Then you feel Yunho’s cock rub against your soaked center, emitting a lowly grunt, making you moan on Yeosang’s cock. The latter chuckles and the way you shudder feeling your little cunt being teased again.

“You want Yunho’s cock, sweetheart?” he asks, pulling his dick out of your mouth to allow you to answer. 

“Yes! Yes please Sir!” you eagerly say, trying to look back again but Yeosang doesn't let you..

“Look at me, darling. Only me” he reminds you. “Where do you want his cock?” he traces the outline of your lips with his spit coated member, teasing himself in the process.

“In my ass please. I want Yunho’s cock in my ass” You said with pleading eyes looking up at Yeosang. 

“So greedy” Yunho snickered once more as he finally pushed himself inside your blinking hole. You can’t help but to gasp at the way your ass expands to accommodate Yunho’s enormous cock. Each of the rings inside your tiny hole stretches to a brand new limit to fit the monstrous member forcing its way inside of you. You groan and bite your lip all the way until Yunho has pushed the whole thing inside and you manage to take him completely. You suck in a couple of deep and shaky breaths.

“Such a good girl swallowing my big cock whole like this” Yunho praises as he stays still for a moment, allowing you to adapt to him. “Are you alright, babygirl?” he asks with his sweet voice, the caring tone makes your heart flutter.

“Yes sir, I’m good” You answer with a short breath. 

“You’re so pretty, darling” Yeosang says, wiping a tear off your mascara stained cheek. “So beautifully ruined for us” he says before pushing his dick past your lips again. At the exact same time Yunho slowly pulled himself out of you. Scraping you so deliciously as he did so, making you moan on Yeosang’s cock, the vibrations making a shiver run down his spine. 

“Fuck you’re gripping me so tight babygirl” Yunho growled as he pushed his length back inside. You could have cum with just this. Just by the way he was making you so full of him, scraping you in all the right places. To take your mind off the pleasure that was burning your guts you started to focus on Yeosang instead. 

You bopped your head along his cock and hollowed your cheeks when you reached the tip, sucking a little harder as your tongue lapped at his slit making sure your tongue never forgot his taste.

“You’re so good with your mouth, sweetheart” Yeosang said, warm hands gently wrapping around you as his hips helped you to get him off. Snapping his hips against your face but never to the point to trigger your gag reflex, there was a gentleness to him, a softness in the way he looked down at you almost amorously as you felt his cock throb on your tongue. The tenderness made you want to be the best girl you could be for him. You wanted to give him your all and you intend to do just that.

“Fuckkk” he hissed as you wrapped your tongue around the sensitive head, bopping your head a little harder.

“Babygirl wants our cum too?” Yunho asked as his hips became sloppier against yours, the two large palms tensing on your ass cheeks and squeezing them to keep himself balanced on his knees as he smashed himself inside. 

“Stay still, sweetheart” Yeosang suddenly says, steadying himself right in front of your mouth. One hand wrapped around the underside of your chin, the other still on your nape. “I’m gonna use your cute little mouth. That's what you want, right darling? Wanna be my toy?” You nodded your head quickly while you obediently waited for him to fuck your mouth, staying as still as Yunho allowed you to be as he pounded into you.

Yeosang’s thrusts were shallow at first. But quickly grew deeper, making your core tighten and your eyes prickle again

“Fuck baby. You’re gonna make me cum if you clench like this” Yunho grunted. “I want you to cum with me, understood, babygirl?” 

You only moaned back, unable to form words as your mouth was clearly occupied and busy. 

“Goog girl” he moaned, his trusts becoming more and more sloppy as Yunho became more vocal, grunting and moaning with each coming and going, his grip on your ass growing tighter until he was ready to bust. 

“Fuck, baby. Now” he breathlessly said as he gave you one particularly powerful thrust. “Now. Cum for me. Cum for us, baby”

You let yourself leap past that edge once more, the overwhelming pleasure makes you moan and whine against Yeosang’s length while your ass clings onto Yunho’s huge cock, demanding to be filled with his cum, walls pulsing and clenching in exquisite bliss as you felt him slip out of you. Yunho only had to give himself a couple of light pumps around his fist before he exploded all over your ass, long ropes of scolding hot cum splashing on your back even reaching all the way to your hair and the back of your head. 

“Fuckkkk” Yunho cried out, clenching his fist around his cock, pressing his thumb over the throbbing head to push every last drop of his cum out just for you. 

“Shit, darling, I'm gonna cum” Yeosang declared, following right after the taller man, his hips snapping one last time against your lips, as you felt his throbbing cock releasing the thick cum right into your throat, not even leaving you the pleasure to feel it slide against your tongue, directly delivering it down your throat. Stuttering hips and pubic bone flushed against your face. A long string of deep moans echoing the ones of Yunho.

When Yeosang slipped out of you and pinched your chin again to make you look up at him. He looked back at you like you were the most precious thing on earth, a treasure that needed to be protected at all costs. Looking so fondly at his fucked out toy, your half lidded eyes hung in nothingness as your body was still lightly shaken by the intense and multiple orgasms.

“So pretty, sweetheart” he lays a gentle kiss on your swollen and numb lips, which you barely had the conscience to even reciprocate. “Such a good girl for us”

When Yeosang gently lets go of you, you have to gather all the strength left in your body not to let yourself collapse to the ground and hold yourself still on your hands and knees. You barely even notice when Hongjoong crouches in front of you.

“Color, Doll?” he asks as he lazily pumps his swollen cock inside his hand.

“G-green” you barely manage to say. Your mind still completely hazy from the previous events but you are brought back instantly as Hongjoongs lands a quick slap on your mascara stained cheek, making you whip your head to the side.

“Didn’t hear you, doll” he said, giving you a chance to correct yourself. 

“Green, S-sir” you sniffled, remembering to use the correct title, your eyes snapping to him.

“Good girl” Hongjoong added, soothing your burning cheek with his thumb. “I guess it’s my turn now, right, doll?” he looked down at you with a carnivorous, predatory smile that made you shudder.

“Yes, Sir. Whenever you are ready”

Hongjoong sat right in front of you, in the cum soaked carpeted floor of the jet.

“Sit on my cock, doll.” Hongjoong said, holding the base of his length up in the air, urging you to be filled up once again.

You struggled to get up on your two legs and staggered over to Hongjoong, placing your feet at each side of him. When you lowered your hips, aligning your entrance with Hongjoong’s member your thighs barely held you anymore. Your body was exhausted but somehow you were yearning for more. Your insatiable and sore little cunt was throbbing at the idea of being filled up again. 

When Hongjoong’s tip glided along your slit you moaned and draped your arms around his shoulders, using him as a way to get balance. You let out a long moan when Hongjoong finally splits you open, his length pushing the remnants of Mingi’s load deeper inside you. 

“Fuck. You’re already throbbing, you dumb little whore” Hongjoong said, hand untangling with your hair and breaking your neck backward, to give himself access to your already bruised neck. Adding his touch to the stained canvas with bites and kisses. “Yearning to be filled again. Isn't that right, doll?” he asked, yanking your hair a little harder when you didn’t reply fast enough.

“Yes, Sir. I wanted your cock so bad. It feels so good!!!” you moaned as you started to bounce yourself on him, earning a satisfied groaned from the blonde man. “Right thereee” you let out as you sink your hips all the way down, slowly again, feeling the head of his cock rub against your sweet spot. 

“Good girl. Keep going” Hongjoong urged, letting go of your hair and laying himself back on his elbows, backing away slightly to take your whole form in. He wanted to admire you fuck yourself up on his cock. He wanted to see your tits bounce and your pussy throb as you drove yourself to madness. He wanted to see you cry. He knew exactly how.

He landed a purposeful and sharp slap right on your soaked little clit. The reaction is immediate and exactly what Hongjoong was looking for. You emit the most divine of screams, the perfect blend of pleasure and pain. Hongjoong can't help but to smirk when he sees how your bottom lip trembles and your eyes fill up with tears again all the while never stopping your hips snapping against his. 

“Say thank you” he orders, putting both of his hands on your thigh keeping them nice and parted, eyes only ogling the way your hungry little cunt swallowed him only to spit him out covered in your slick seconds later and do it all over again and again and again. 

“Thank you, sir” you whine. “Please another one, sir” you ask, mind slipping back into an indiscernible fog. Hongjoong cocks an eyebrow in surprise at your sudden request. But he’s pleasantly surprised by your obedience and devotion.

“What a pathetic little pain slut you are, y/n” He lands another slap just as perfectly aimed as the previous one making you moan and finally making the precious tears spill from your eyes at the mention of your name.

“Such a good little fuck toy, asking so nicely. Good girls get rewards, right doll?” Hongjoong says as he starts to draw small circles on your throbbing clit with his index and middle finger. 

“Oh my god. Th-thank you, Sir” you whine, more large tears rolling on your heated cheeks. The pleasure makes you eager to chase your high and you find yourself bouncing harder on Hongjoongs’ cock. Not even realizing Jongho creeping up behind you again.

“Sir, can I please cum?” you ask, feeling your high dangerously nearing as you feel your walls tighten around Hongjoong’s length and your clit throbbing under his touch.

“You’re an eager little whore aren’t you?” the voice of the youngest resounds behind you. When you turn your head he pushes on your shoulder making you fall forward onto Hongjoong’s chest. Hongjoong chuckles as Jongho gets on his knees and shimmies himself between the older man’s legs. You still yourself completely when you feel him rub his tip around your rim.

Without even another word he shoved his whole cock inside your available hole in one thrust, making you moan into Hongjoong’s ear.

“Now be a good little cocksleeve and stay still while we fuck you stupid.” Jongho ordered as he was slowly pulling on his length while you felt Hongjoong squirm beneath you and plant both his feet on the ground only to thrust up inside of you at the exact same time as Jongho.

You can't help but scream-moan as the two rods inside you grind against each other. You plant your manicured nails on Hongjoong’s shoulders, almost to the point of drawing blood making him arch his back and chuckle at the dull pain.

“Fuck yes!!” you cry out, hanging your head on Hongjoong’s shoulder as they move in unison to rearrange your guts. 

“That feels good, doll?” Hongjoong asks, continuously fucking his hips up into you.

“Yes. Yes. Yes, sir. I fucking love it” you say through gritted teeth trying your hardest not to let yourself cum from the sheer pressure the both apply in turns to your sweet spot.

“Yeah” Jongho added from behind you. “You love two cocks fucking you up like this?” He said squeezing your ass, nails digging in the supple flesh of your raw cheeks. 

“Yes Sir. I love both your cocks” you reply.

“Two cocks at the same time is the bare minimum for a whore like you right, baby?” he asks, landing a harsh slap on your bum. 

“Oh my god. Please can I cum now?” you ask in a strangled moan, knowing well enough by the way your pussy and ass are throbbing you won’t be able to hold back much longer. You are desperate for your release.

“Beg us for it.” Hongjoong said, his hands holding your waist down.

At this point you've lost consciousness of everything that isn't the two cocks slamming inside you right now. You can’t remember anything except for the unbearable pleasure you feel, making your walls clench and your center gush with wet and slimy arousal, coating the two man fucking you into your next life right now. If anybody asked you, you couldn’t even remember your own name. At this point you would do anything, anything at all, to finally grasp your climax. You only want one thing and it is to finally cum around these two cocks. And if you have to beg for it, so be it.

“Please. Please. Sir. Please let me cum for you. There's nothing I want more than to show you how I shake and scream for your cocks. Wanna cum for you, wanna give you the best show. Wanna make you cum inside my throbbing little hungry cunt” You struggle to say between moans, your voice interrupted by the incessant carousel of their thrusts inside your tired and shapeless little holes.

“Go ahead, doll. Cum.”

Finally you let go of that pressure building in your core, the burning pleasure spreading into your limbs and making you shake. Your cunt and ass violently throbbing and clenching on Jongho and Hongjoong. You cry and moan as tears of relief roll down on your cheeks.

“So fucking pretty cumming on our cocks, doll” Hongjoong praises as his hips become sloppy. “Want me to fill your pretty little cunt with my cum?” he asks, teeth grazing your ears. 

“Yes please, sir” you reply in a sob, your orgasm continuing to rip through you.

“Fucking take my cum deep in your ass, fucking whore” Jongho demands a he releases inside your throbbing little hole. 

“Yes Thank you sir”  you cry out, your ass clenching around the younger one’s thick cock. 

“Fuckkk” Hongjoong grunts as he finally cums inside you filling your wet hole with hot cum, the thick slimy and white liquid spilling and dripping down, joining the existing mess on the carpeted floor. 

The three of you ascending to your peaks at the same time in a beautiful unisson of moans and grunts. Until they gradually stop their hips smashing into yours. For a couple of minutes you all just lay there to catch your breath, all piled on top of each other. 

After that you barely have enough time to summarily wash up (meaning roughly wipe away the smudged makeup, cum and sweat with a hot towel and hop back into your former uniform) before you have to fasten your seat belt again. 

The descent is smooth, in this general euphoria there’s nothing awkward left between you and the members. After being so intimate with each other there’s no place left for embarrassment or discomfort. You are even able to crack a few jokes and communicate light heartedly. Except for the stain on the carpeted floor and the remnants of your endeavors in your hair there was no way of knowing what had happened between all of you only minutes ago.

As they disembarked the jet Hongjoong gave you one last small paper bag. He insisted that it was more than well deserved after the service of the highest quality you provided.

“Really I insist” he says, pushing the small bag into your hands. “Please take this and open it as soon as you get the time” he says before glancing back at his members waiting for him a little further already geared up with the beanies, bucket hats, sun glasses and masks. 

“Thank you very much” you said bowing your head respectfully. “Thank you for choosing Air France, we hope to see you soon” you said waving goodbye at them while they disappeared in the elbowed tube.

You sat on the bench and opened the small bag to find huge stacks of cash in 500 euros bills. Your heart almost looped in your chest and you thanked yourself to have chosen to sit before opening the final gift. You found a small card inside it.

We wanted to get you enough that you could retire if you wanted to. But we really hope you don’t ;)...

See you soon y/n.

-8 makes 1 girl cream, ATEEZ

ps: it was Mingi’s idea.

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a/n: so?? how was it?? honestly im so so happy to present that to you finally! i've had this idea first since 2020 and it took 3 whole years for the idea to be shaped into something that i could actually write then actually taking the time to write and edit and publish... so pleaseeee tell me you enjoyed if you did. in the comments or in my asks if you wanna stay anon 🥸 (especially if you read the watersports and you liked it. im scared about publishing something like this so reassure me pls <3). you really have no idea how happy it would make me if you left a nice comment. honeslty just come fuel my praise kink please 🥺. And reblogging would be really great too <333 that being said im thankful you read it wether you choose to react or not and ily <3

[lilrobinbird]

Long Ass Tag Game

Cause I wanna get to know you guys better

Thanks for the tag @edas-boytoy <33 Putting this under cut

I accidently wrote looong answer for one question shdhs

How many tumblr accounts have you had before this one?

It's my first one actually haha, I've made like two/three more after this but now they're abandoned forever

Also for this blog I have two sideblogs, I don't really use them now either

How long have you been in fandom?

Like the current one? By the end of July 2023 I posted my first Kyoshi novels fanart and maybe one month earlier I started rebloging and commenting on posts from others, this was after I read the novels and I jumped into their fandom and then in the procces I've also got into tlok and atla (I enjoyed them way earlier but I just didn't participate in their fandoms)

Your favorite trope in fiction?

HMMMmmm Grumpy serious stoick ish x chaotic more fun (and other antonyms that matches first character idk) (whatever heituat has going on))), expressive women with strong personalities, girlfailures<3, severe stern ruthless etcetc women but caring deep down inside (optional), morally gray characters, and I'm just a little obssesed with mother daughter relationships in fiction if that counts as a trope

Your favorite random fact?

That might be well known idk, but sometimes for a video game character they'll hire one person as only just face model, and then differnt person as voice and acting/motion capture

Must feel weird and funny when you basically see yourself in video game doing stuff you didn't do speaking with a different voice

Your favorite game or kind of game?

Now I don't really play video games myself but since I've watched Until Dawn gameplay yeaaaars ago I still like to watch playthroughts of those choice based horror games (the quarry, devil in me, resident evil etc), and later I watch other playthroughts for different choices outcomes scenes etcetccc, The games can be kinda stupid but fun, alsooo playthroughts of adventure games(???), I usually watch them when I eat something

Also CHECK OUT "STRAY"!! I only watched playthrought too but it looks so cool, you basically play as a cat (they did good job with motion capture, feels like real cat moves and it looks so fun to play) and you're in a world when humans no longer exist and there are cool looking robots, you can stratch walls and make robots pet you but I promise it's not just that lolol it has an actual plot and wordbuilding

Aside video games I like chess but I suck big time, but for my defence I mostly played with my friend who sucks even more aHA, we downlanded one chess app for two players and played during some classes

I think I'm just interested in 3d models and graphics hehhh I like 3d modeling

There's also a game called Hades, and this one I actually started playing myself, not the kind of games I'm usually into (roguelike),but friend got me it and! The character designs are very cool

HA nerd long anwser

A place you'd like to visit? (If carbon emissions, logistics and money weren't in question)

Honestly idk, somewhere warm, Greece? Spain would be nice too mmm mm architecture

Or someplace with cool mountains

An animal you're irrationally afraid of?

Ladybugs. No further explenations. But I do appreciate their beauty on photos and from big distance, I'm serious they are very pretty

What's your favorite season?

HMmmm currenlty maybe spring

A smell that brings you nice memories?

I still remember taking a breath of fresh spring air in a specific room last year and getting hit with memories lol, is that even a smell? felt like a smell

(If you're ok talking about food. If not, delete this part)

What's your favorite food from where you were born? And what's your favorite food from some place else?

Pierogi, krokiety and bigos from our stupid potatoland, from other places hmmm, most kinds of pasta maybe, I love pasta, pasta!! which is a little boring but mmmmm mm mmmm pastaaaaa

What's your favorite drink (if you drink alcohol, alcoholic and non-alcoholic)?

I do drink but not too often and I don't really care what, I like flavoured beer, which is alcohol for babies as my friend would say and she might be right but I like it

Do you give your pets random table scraps?

Not too often but sometimes yeah and depends what is it

no pressure tag @korrasamibottles

[kustas]

Discussion on where Witch Hat could be going

Copying here an ongoing conversation I’m having with a mutual about the latest arc of WHA - mostly about Dagda, Dean and Olruggio, and how they’re representative of distinct in-universe social groups + how this could be used in a hypothetical followup to chapter 62. Ofc, spoiler warnings. They’re A, I’m J.

J: Dagda related thoughts of the day: what I want to see in the upcoming kaiju drama of Esrest is him and the other unknowing have to team up with the witches on equal grounds to help. Dagda's a tough guy who's kind, he would lend a hand to the effort, and it'd be interesting to see - the witch I want to see him team up closely with the most is Olly because their strengths compliment each other and they're both kind people who already know each other, it would make them reflect on their place for sure...as in, Oru's probably not very strong and he's got the limited worldview of someone who does interact very regularly with common folk while as a witch, being barred from living among them. He's a magical prodigy and he's dedicated to using his skills for helping others. Dagda comparatively knows no magic, has only helped other people that we know of as taking in Custas, and is used to living among the lowest social ranks of the unknowing. But what he's good at (to simplify it, music, fighting and survival) would all be very useful things in the events of a catastrophe. Ideally I'd want both these guys working together and helping each other overcome walls one is hitting in ways that show how they live, but united by their drive to help 

A: They really would make a good team since they are so kind and willing to help, I do hope it happens, and it is quite possible since Dagda knows Coco and surely will try to help her and the girls who saved Coustas on that river incident 

J: It's worth noting Olly was the one who pulled his boy out of the carriage so he would probably have been marked by this 

A: Yes! Lets hope Shirahama thinks the same. Oru's past has something to do with some people he couldnt save, maybe Dagda can show him other ways to save people or even make him look for those who the witches tendo to forget. One very talented witch who is very caring but yet limited by the rules and one simple musician that has a lot to share wirh him ought to be such a great duo. 

[...]

A: Thats right, and also, Dean has a lot of knowledge as well, I dont think there wont be any nurses around since accidents could help in the event. So he would be of help and the others as well, in this scenario the ones who wont be of much help are the witches. And thats why the brimhats probably will show up. 

J: Dean directly helping his people as a healer would make for an awesome moment especially in contrast to what we've seen of him in the latest chapters as a manipulator with immense ambition and unclear morals 

A: My personal prediction for the upcoming chapter is that they will help people and show that the "fake witches" would most likely run away when danger is near. In that way people would no longer feel safe around the pointed hats. Dean is a King and there are all other Kings and Queens there to see this all happening, it is an opportunity they wont miss to show power level difference 

I think Dean wouldnt let his people behind for his sake, because he needs them for his ambtions and it would be not good for him if the others saw that he is a coward or something. His people believe in him, and this trust should not be lost. With wounded individuals he could try to learn healing magic. His ancestors knew how to do it, and maybe with the help of some brimhat he could revive that type of magic once again.

Magic is not always written in books, but the thing is: Dean must be doing his researches and taking notes of what he tries to emplement, maybe there are notes of his ancestors in a book inside the castle, since magic cant be used there and cant interfere, maybe there are details that even the tower of books dont have. Brimhats also do experiments, if they fuse what they have by now, I wouldnt be suprised healing will be a thing again.

J: Given his status and background I'm convinced Dean absolutely does research on magic and has some sort of collection of available information, but most of it probably got erased after the Day of the Pact. That being said, even if he's sus, would he use his people? Despite the manipulating we haven't seen him being a bad king. You can argue the poverty of some parts of the kingdom illustrated by the slums of Esrest is his fault, but irl that's happened with most governments. We've seen him work against witches only and now know it's to get a hand on their power. He wants a share of the magic cake, which could be prompted by knowing about his ancestry and what they could be capable of. Witches knowing the magic history that got erased in the minds of the people post-pact, it makes sense they'd gatekeep it. But...in practice, we've only seen Dean make medical experimentations and the death of his patient was a failure. He at least wants to heal people. Of course there's a billion ways this could be used for evil, we don't know that yet. If he was a cruel ruler, I feel we'd know...

A: Maybe he is not intending to use it in a bad way, for him it would only be for the benefits of the population. I think he wouldnt be a cruel king to his population, but as Beldaruit said once he is not very reliable. That gets me to ask: who are his people in his point of view? Those in poverty dont seem to be in his sight, thus I dont think he counts them as his people, and maybe they might be the ones for research, since nobody would miss them. 

J: Classic nobility buisiness, lol

That's why I think of Olruggio in particular too, as a witch. Bel is wise but sheltered, in a way. He quite literally almost never leaves the Hall. His job is to oversee *witches* and their education which by extension gives him the political power that's behind why he's invited to interact with the unknowing. Comparatively Olly interacts with them all the time. His clients are unknowing. We know he prefers doing work for the common folk and that he does it often enough to be some sort of celeb. His paths were in Coco's small neighbouring town! We know witches are mandated to do public utility work but he's the only one who's renown for it. Those in poverty are in his sight, but he's a witch...Dean is an unknowing, but a noble...

But yeah, regarding Dean, I'd love to learn more about his own take on what his job is. Which he's given an occasion of manifesting on a silver platter here. What better spotlight for showing your motivations as a ruler than your people all united to witness a giant blood monster bust your castle open  

A: Coustas once stated that the noble dont seem to look after those in the slums, thats why I think Dean doesnt care that much and knows how to use people for his and his people benefits. He seems like a wise leader and to never miss opportunities. Oru is the death red flag n°2, as Dagda was death red flag n°1, and well... he went for it. Hope Olruggio doesnt die. 

lol the king and his people united by a inky bloody monster ruining everything will be so interesting to see. Just hope his wife and son are safe from the trouble. Good thing they are all in the same place.

J: Huh, where did Custas say that? I remember he says he grew up looked down by people from higher social classes but that's it

A: It was that part, actually. If we analise how this is in our own word we can see that people in higher social classes almost never see the problems other face. Thats why I think it can be seen as "nobles dont seem to look after those in the slums." Because it doesnt affect them directly.

Thats how society is. Thenmajority of people that are stable are not always looking at others that arent. Sometimes because they really cant, as citizens. But the goverment or the leaders, whose work is to attend the needs of populations, dont do the best they can to help that people (that are as well their people and should be treated as such).

J: WHA has spoken extensively about that part, haha. Thank you spokesman Custas! Actually wondering if an upcoming catastrophe on Esrest would bridge the gap between classes or push further down the downtrodden. After all so far the only damage has been on the castle. I do wanna learn more about the mud slums, it's interesting to note the people there are hinted towards having resentement towards the Knights, it's probably the case for nobles too.

A: I think the mud slums will be brought up a lot until the end of WHA. And I dare to say magic is going to be in the hands of everyone again, just like the old time. Is it dangerous? Yes. Will it be benefitial? Yes. Thats what WHA is all about, causes and consequences, nothing is always right nor wrong. There are no bad side or good side for now.

[littlemisswriter]

Saving London - Part 3

Summary:

Starrick's Soothing Syrup has run rampant amongst the streets, Lily having located the name of its creator as well as an unexpected ally along the way. It was supposed to be simple; assassinate a medical madman and weaken the Templar hold in London. But introduce Jacob Frye to the equation, a young Rook still in training with no boundaries to his ambitions or loyalty to the assassin. What could possibly go wrong?

It’s been a while and my gusto to write has dropped. But I’m determined to finish this series and post more. I apologise for the looong update x

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Time moved relatively quickly for those that found themselves busy preparing to free London. The Rooks only seeming to grow in numbers as word spread out across each borough for the fight for freedom. Their leader having spent every day with her mind wrapped on futuristic plans for the city; as well as how she would celebrate her glory when all was said and done with the Templars.

It had been a little under a month, and in that time had Lily not only tracked down the mastermind manipulator to Starrick's soothing syrup but made an unexpected ally along the way. Charles Darwin, as he was known. A man passionate for discovery and hungry for evolutionary knowledge. He had the fortune to cross paths with Lily when the two separately took initiative to follow clues on the same lead. Weeks upon weeks of discretion, subtly, and impressive undetected parkour had led her to the end of the line; Lambeth Asylum.

Though the plan to assassinate her first major Templar associate in London had not been the only thing that lingered her mind... There had been a Rook recruited not too long ago that found courage to approach her during celebration. He pledged loyalty with the proposition of being trained, and Lily accepted. Jacob Frye could almost be seen as her personal project; the young man never missing a day of training, in fact seeming to take some form of pleasure from the combat. A quick learner with an eager drive to become better, he had done nothing less to peak Lily's interest.

His fighting skills had only seemed to improve each day, his attention and time dedicated to the cause between his boss and the gang. Of course, when he arrived home, he was guaranteed an awaiting lecture from his sister, hissing at him disapprovingly as she washed away any grime while doing her best to nurture bruises and cuts he had acquired earlier that same day. 'You are nothing short of a fool and complete mess, Jacob!'. Her words seeming to only slip through one ear and out the other as he lay in his bed every night anticipating what tomorrow would bring.

The day had been overcast, dull and grey as it spread its mood throughout the whole city. Starting with light rain during the morning and only seeming to grow heavier as it passed dusk. Yet the weather had done nothing to hinder Lily; still leaping from Bertha just before dawn rose over the horizon and making few stops to check in on her reclaimed borough and the gang. The stronghold was where she found Jacob, waiting for her as usual for their scheduled session. But he seemed puzzled when she declined him that day, telling him she had more pressing matters that required complete focus.

"What? What do you mean?" He was quick to step out from the Whitechapel stronghold and follow his boss along the path to her next destination.

"Remember that slight issue with Starrick's soothing syrup?" The issue was anything but slight, Jacob aware of Lily's pursuit after the origin of the poisonous medication. The irony of it all being anything but soothing, and Lily had finally discovered its maker. "Well, I'm finally putting an end to it once and for all." A few Rooks bypassed the two with acknowledgement, Lily nodding back to the members as Jacob offered a swift salute with his fingers.

"You mean, you found the distributor?" His lack of knowledge on what she had actually discovered had her head turn toward him, the two-sharing eye contact for a moment before she offered one of her usual grins.

"Oh, Jacob... I've found much more than that." And he knew that something deeper lurked beneath the surface. A far greater enemy than the gang of Blighters that roamed the streets. London was so much more than what it was perceived; the picture painted perfect to those that hadn't need look too long.

"What is it?" His eagerness for the truth came far too quickly, the assassin halting her steps as she allowed the rain to capture her attention for but a moment. He was asking far too many questions for answers that he didn't need.

"I will continue alone." Lily came before Jacob, blocking his path as to demonstrate that this was where they would part. "Take the night off. Go home," though the tone was light, the order was clear. There was no need to raise her voice at her Rooks, she promised herself not to be that kind of leader. Her gang would abide her commands willingly, without fear, as she pressed on the diminish Templar hold without fear.

"But I-"

"Do you trust me?" Her hand raised to his shoulder as she held his stare. His eyes offering a sense of calm over her at just how naïve and unbeknownst he was to the world; to the truth.

"I do," Jacob nodded, glancing over to the hand on his shoulder as his stomach erupted in a light eerily feeling. Something that had been occurring more and more as of late. There was an underlined knowing to why that was, yet his head remained in control over his heart; work came first. "But I also know there's more to this, miss. Please." The crease in her brow softened at his genuine concern. "Let me come with you."

The rain around them seemed to blur out any movement. The passing by of carts commencing as a white noise as too did the life on the street. Jacob's clothes only dampened from the weather; Lily's better built for outside terrain.

"It wouldn't be right to see you off in this weather so soon. Just... please."

She couldn't pinpoint if it was the look in his eyes, or the genuine plead in his tone, but something inside Lily concaved. Never was she one to give into someone else's pleas so easily; a thought that did nothing less then baffle the woman. But there was no time for that.

"Alright."

The arrival to Lambeth was surprisingly a quick one. Not much was said between the assassin and the Rook, yet nothing needed to be voiced. Jacob would only need spare a glance to Lily to see that her mind had been elsewhere. The furrow of her brows as her eyes remained trained on the path ahead of them. Fists balling and unbaling subconsciously as she wracked through the idea of what she could plan; the rest would simply need to be improvised.

Though the sight of the ally that had been awaiting her arrival had her shoulders pull back and broaden. The crease in her expression disappeared as she approached the older man with sudden ease, one Jacob had never failed to see her in. She morphed quite well, like one couldn't tell the stresses of running a gang and actively pursuing Templars every day.

Standing center in the street came a man struggling with his umbrella, the mechanism not seeming to unfold as he wished it would. Upon Lily and Jacob's arrival before him, all attempts on the object were discarded as well as the actual umbrella. He seemed startled yet did his best to play smooth to the best of his abilities. "Hello Mister Darwin." Lily greeted with a knowing grin that tipped the corner of her lip.

"Miss Harvard! I trust that you had a productive meeting with Mr. Owen?" An obvious private matter between the two that Jacob had been unaware of; it would be a lie to say it hadn't bothered him to be out of the loop as to what was conspiring.

"Oh yes, we had a most wonderful chat." She shortened the distance to her ally as she lowered her voice, conveying information she knew would be useful to gain better insight. "I've found that the man behind Starrick's Soothing Syrup is John Elliotson."

"Doctor Elliotson? I haven't heard that name in a long while." The assassin crossed her arms over her chest as she glanced to her rook, there being no hesitation from him to meet her eyes. The usual grin still sat plastered to her features, her face relaying no implication as to what she was truly thinking. "He was a brilliant heart specialist, until he became obsessed with phrenology and mesmerism. It ruined his career." Darwin was fascinating with his logical sense, never portraying a dull moment as he swapped his attention between the two before him. "Well, how shall we proceed?" His eagerness had been politely declined by the gang leader, and Jacob had an inkling that he would receive similar treatment.

"Oh, with all respect, Mister Darwin, I believe I should proceed alone. After all, we wouldn't want to attract any 'unwanted attention'." Darwin had been a man of ripened age, but even his wise eyes couldn't mistake the glint in her own.

"Sounds very wise." A pat came swiftly to her shoulder. "Good luck my girl." His descent began into the street as Jacob took place immediately into her line of vision. But the train of thought was cut short. "Oh, and, Miss Harvard, should you find yourself with any free time, please do call on me." His tone having Jacob's brow raise in suspicion, yet no reaction from the assassin herself. She simply watched the old man disappear from sight before turning her eyes back onto Jacob. It was clear he had something to say.

"Proceed alone?" A sigh came his response as she stepped around him and into the arched entrance of the Asylum.

"That is the plan." Eagle vision was activated as she gained sight on how many guards were posted outside to measure the threat. "I need you to wait here."

"As tempting as it is to sit idle and tweedle my thumbs until sunup, I would rather come with you."

"This won't take until sunup, trust me." Her attention averted back to him as she slowly spun around. "Jacob," she stepped closer with eyes locked to his, "the best use for you right now would be to stand here and keep watch. I can't safeguard these streets if I'm inside the Asylum. I need you to get rid of any trouble as you normally would, is that clear?" His voice choked back in his throat as he deliberately bit his tongue. He was eager to find out what weight John Elliotson carried in all of this but knew better than to push his boss; because that was who she was at the end of it all. His place was simply a Rook, and she communicated nothing less of a demand.

So he sighed hesitantly and nodded, watching the woman pull up her hood and make way towards the Asylum. The rain rung clearer than ever now as he stood still in place, his own hat keeping the weather from his eyes but that still not being enough as he watched Lily disappear into it. He had his orders, and he was to abide by them.

For a little while.

His mind raced as did his legs as he eventually snuck onto the property. In disobeying an order, the last thing he wanted was to be spotted by a Blighter and make matters worse for Lily. Though that hadn't quite gone to plan as a young nurse made way by him from the front door. His brows scrunched together, freezing on the spot; would she blow his cover or keep it concealed? A glimpse look of confusion crossed her face, looking back to the Rook as a set of keys loudly clashed together in her clasp. "Excuse me, sir." Was all said as she continued off the property.

Well, that was oddly lucky yet suspicious all the same. Jacob's eyes averted to the carriage sat idle near the entrance as he made way out of the rain. His footsteps left heavy footprints from the rain as his brow arched at the doors being left wide open. The candles inside giving light radiated warmth, yet something hadn't sat right. He still stood before the Asylum, where most that had lost their marbles were rounded up and away from the rest of society. A sense of unknowing ran as a chill up his spine as he proceeded into the building. The halls were quiet with no guards in sight; til he came closer to the mass of patients wandering the area at the base of the stairs.

His heartbeat rose as he slipped out of way, cautious to draw attention to himself. Though he spotted a crowding near the bottom of the staircase, one woman crying out that they had been cursed, tugging her unbrushed hair as she paced around the room. Declaring the devil woman had come to take their souls.

'Devil woman?' That could only be referring to one person.

Jacob's heart raced, swallowing hard as he began to back away, eyes glued to the room as his fists continued to ball and loosen. Until a sudden slam of a door had a chill run up his spine. It had been within the building somewhere, perhaps the same floor or that above. It was followed by a group of screams, ones that were being attacked or witnessed thereof. It was nothing new in the Asylum; but it hadn't been from the sick. It came from the staff themselves, and anything that terrified the workers was sure as hell going to concern Jacob.

Footsteps were close, and the Rook took that as his sign to leave. Turning on his heel, his brows furrowed as his body stiffened. Which way had he come in? The screams around seemed to echo down each hall, making it harder to decipher an exit route. But he couldn't stand still any longer, a sudden 'hey!' catching his attention. A guard at the end of the hall spotted the man, pointing a bat in his direction as he began running towards the Rook.

"Shit." Jacob muttered, being chased down the hall, clutching his hat every so often as to not lose it all in the chaos. Faces of patients spotted him, panicking all on their own and adding to the stress of it all. His heart rate beat through his chest as he swung up a dark hall, his own footsteps echoing to a lone bright light. A dead end. "This can't be happening." Perhaps it was in his best interest to stay outside like Lily had told him. Her anger he would face due to his disobedience was something to worry about later, a dark chuckle coming from behind him. It was the guard, patting the bat into his palm as he grinned menacingly at the Rook.

"You trespassing boy?" Jacob stepped back until he was pressed against the wall. "You'll be paying for that, don't you worry." He could fend off the guard, but for how long against a weapon like that? He was sure to have a few bones broken, his pocket knife not being enough to protect him.

But as the guard stood taller to Jacob, he was suddenly pressed against the floor. A familiar set of robes dropped in front of him and crouched above the once existing threat. His chest sighed in relief as she stood, pulling back her hood as she sheathed her hidden blade.

Lily.

Her head turned with an unimpressed look across her features. He had one instruction to follow, just one. And yet here he stood cornered like a frightened stray animal in the midst of panic at Lambeth asylum. "Jacob..." Lily sighed, but the moment was cut short at demanding yells of authorities close by. She knew escape wouldn't be easy, but lingering wouldn't make it any quicker.

Releasing a final frustrated grunt, she grabbed Jacob by the shoulder and yanked him against her. His breathe caught in his throat as he felt Lily's body pressed up against his.

"Hold on tight," one arm wrapped around his shoulders as the other pointed her strapped gauntlet to the floor above them which she descended from. He needn't be told twice, both arms wrapping around her torso as she enabled her grappling hook, the force pulling them up suddenly without a second to think.

He'd never been airborne like this, the device strapped carefully away in her modified weapon was something to the likes he never seen before. What other contraptions did she obtain? Why would she need technology such as this? What exactly was it she was fighting against to need something like this?

"Jacob!" Lily grabbed his hand and yanked him down the hall, averting away from more guards that caught them in the corner of their eyes. "Here, go now!" She pointed to an open window, hand letting go as she lay eyes on a fast-approaching enemy. Her stance straightened as her blade unsheathed. Jacob looked between her and the window and back onto the man charging at them. "Now!" A moment to think was a moment too long, Lily ducking the thrown fist and slashing the man's ribs in what seemed like one swift motion. He had dropped as quickly as he came, the movement almost sending Jacob into a head spin at how deadly his boss actually was.

But he pulled himself out the window, clutching onto the roof tiles as he glanced down over the edge. Lily was close behind, crouching easily as she pulled her hood back up. "There," she pointed to a haystack in a cart, "we need to jump." Jacob gasped as Lily stepped around him.

"We need to wha-jump? Lily, that's four stories down!" She grabbed both of his hands in her and looked at him through her cowl. The incessant rain drawing his complete focus onto her as her gaze darted between his eyes.

"Do you trust me?" There was more here than Jacob realized. A mission bigger than what he knew and an understanding on which he hadn't begun to touch. But it was either jump now or submit into awaiting guards. And Jacob was not one to give in so easily.

"Yes." He muttered, the pair taking a moment in each other's eyes before Lily stepped back to then leap of the building. "Lily!" He yelled, watching as the woman made a smooth transition into the hay. He was next, and she was waiting.

A hard swallow as he slowly lined himself up in the same spot she had been. She watched from the ground, her heart beginning to pound as she prayed Jacob would make the fall. If anything had happened to him... her heart clenched at the thought. What had just happened? Why had she reacted as such?

But there was no time to think as she watched Jacob bravely jump off the building and come tumbling down towards her. It looked as if he wasn't going to land to fall, and she panicked as her fists clenched. But by close call, he had scrapped the edge of the cart as he landed into the hay, a groan coming from him as she fished him out and back onto his feet.

"Are you okay?" Her hands scraping away the hay before her hands clutched his collar. Jacob seemed dazed, as if relaying what he had just done, and how he actually survived. It was terrifying, mindboggling... yet thrilling all the same.

And for the first time that night, he cracked a weak smile. "Absolutely." As if an insatiable hunger had awakened inside of him. She saw the glint in his eye, the change in his demeanor, yet shook her head and waved him to follow.

"Come on." There they highjacked the sat carriage outside the entrance. She would thoroughly explain her frustration to him later of his disobedience to her order. How he had stepped into a circumstance of which he was not prepared. But yet... hadn't that been how she had gotten to London? Why she was where she was fighting against Templars as such?

Perhaps... perhaps she had more in common with Jacob than she thought.

[minluvr]

moonlit love (c.yj)

pairing: bff!choi yeonjun x reader (female)

genre: best friends to lovers, pure fluff with a bit of angst (?) in the beginning

word count: 1296

warnings: cursing, mention of death (only in a nightmare), yeonjun is too cute towards the end !! i’m sorry if i missed anything !

author's note: hii, welcome to my blog ! so this is the first piece i’m posting here after looong time of thinking about it. i really hope you’ll like this and enjoy reading my writing !! :)

lowercase intended.

story under the cut !

the sound of my heavy breathing and the twigs snapping under my feet as they frantically carried me through the dark woods were the only things i could hear along with the ringing in my ears as i ran and ran trying to find someone that could help me, save me from whatever it is that was chasing me. i stopped hearing that evil, ear piercing laugh a while ago. it was the most vile thing i’ve ever heard in my entire life. all my friends were dead, only i survived and prayed to whoever was up there to save me from this hell.

i looked behind me and i saw that there wasn’t anyone chasing me anymore. as i looked up ahead i spotted a small cave made from the trees so i slid in there and finally took time to think about what the fuck just happened in the past hour or so.

one second i was with my friends just chatting up on our favourite hill, watching the stars and giggling and another second i watched as this nasty looking creature killed all of my friends in front of me. at first i didn’t know what was actually happening but then my survival instincts kicked in and i stood up and ran god knows where. and now i’m sitting here crying and hoping that the creature won’t find me.

i peeked outside to see if the coast is clear and as i looked above me, my whole body froze and i couldn’t move a muscle. there it was, closer than ever, staring down at me with that same wicked smile.

“found you”

i shot up in my bed screaming with tears streaming down my face and my breathing becoming more and more uneven. i clutched at my chest trying to catch my breath but it was harder and harder. i started panicking even more and flailed my arms around, trying to scream for help. soon i felt the bed dip and two large arms embracing me, rocking me back and forth in their warm embrace.

“shh it’s okay, i’m here, you’re safe” the person repeated into my ear and by their voice i realized it was yeonjun.

i relaxed a bit in his presence and i clutched at his shirt that was now stained with my tears. he hugged me tighter in response and reached behind me to grab some tissues from my nightstand. he slowly untangled my body from his and wiped my tears with the tissues, throwing them in the bin after he was done. i looked at him with a broken expression, still trying to get over that horrible nightmare i just had.

“do you want to tell me what happened? are you hurt anywhere?” he asked carefully but the worry was evident in his voice.

“i- no i’m not hurt i just had a nightmare and you guys were all there and we were happy and then you all got killed and i ran away but the monster got me too and that’s when i woke up” tears were welling up in my eyes again but yeonjun carefully wiped them away with his thumbs. his arms wrapped around me once again and he brought me into a warm hug.

“i’m so sorry about that but we’re all safe and okay, you’re safe too, i’d never let anyone hurt you i promise” he said and i felt my heart skip a few beats at his words. i lifted my head to look up at him and gave him a small smile him giving me a big one in return.

“i’m sorry that i ruined your shirt with my tears, i’ll buy you a new one” i blurted out poking at the tear stained shirt he was wearing. he chuckled at me and grabbed my hand in his to stop poking him.

“it’s okay really, i have more than enough shirts you know” he laughed lightly and i joined in, nodding my head in acknowledgement.

“you should try to sleep again now, i’ll curl up on your chair over there so you feel safer” he said standing up and walking over to the chair that sat near my window. when he was about halfway there i softly called out his name.

“yeonjun” i spoke with my arms outstretched and a pout on my lips. he turned around and looked at me confused.

“yeah?”

“come lay with me, it’s more comfortable in here and i’ll feel safer with you close” i pouted at him and he laughed softly but obeyed. his body slid under the covers and i immediately cuddled myself up to him, wrapping my arms around him while he hesitantly did the same. i felt safe in his embrace.

we laid like this for a while just listening to each other’s soft breaths and the beating of our hearts. i felt yeonjun shift under me and i felt him turn on his side to face me. i lifted my head to look up at him and saw that he was looking at me, smiling from ear to ear.

“you know, you look so beautiful under the moonlight” yeonjun said and i felt my heart stop. i gave him a confused stare and i felt my cheeks burning but his smile just widened. his hand came up to my face and he stroked my cheek, brushing some stray hairs away.

“you’re blushing” yeonjun exclaimed softly.

“well of course i’m blushing when you’re saying things like that, it’s making my heart stop- no i mean-” i blurted out in panic and yeonjun let out a laugh.

“you’re so adorable” he said and planted a small kiss to the tip of my nose. i scrunched up my nose cause the kiss tickled but as soon as he saw that he pouted and started kissing all over my face. when he finally reached my lips, his eyes darted from them to my eyes, looking for any sign of discomfort from my side. i just watched him, breath hitched in my throat and my heart beating at an ungodly speed.

“yeonjun”

“yes?”

“please kiss me” and that’s all it took for him to finally connect our lips together. the kiss was very soft and full of our unspoken feelings. our lips together felt so right and in that moment i felt safer than i ever had before.

when yeonjun pulled away he pecked my nose once again and smiled at me, bringing me even closer to him. i laid my head in the crook of his neck and softly kissed the exposed skin where his neck met his shoulder. i felt him plant a kiss to the top of my head while one of his hands played with my hair.

“you can’t even imagine how long i’ve been wanting to kiss you” yeonjun confessed and i felt myself blush again.

“soobin is gonna be happy now that i won’t constantly talk his ear off about how much i like you” i said back and i heard him gasp and laugh shortly after.

“so you’ve been talking about me to soobin? all nice things i hope” he chuckled.

“of course, why’d i talk bad about my crush? oh-” i slapped a hand over my mouth.

“gosh you’re so cute, what do you say to a date tomorrow?” yeonjun asked softly.

“i’d love to go on a date with you jjunie”

“oh no my heart, please call me that again” yeonjun exclaimed and clutched his chest dramatically.

“my jjunie” i laughed and poked where his heart is.

“my y/n” he said back and kissed my head once again, tracing hearts with his fingers along the skin of my exposed back until we both eventually fell asleep.

[chasingpj]

𝐞𝐱𝐩𝐫𝐞𝐬𝐬𝐢𝐨𝐧𝐬

pairing: leo valdez x gn reader

summary: five ways he says i love you through his actions

warnings: implied nudity and s*x, discusses food and eating and nothing else, i think. oh, and maybe some typos

category: headcanons

love letters/notes

leo is a busy boy

he's always picking up new projects so he can spend all day in his workshop or the forges with his siblings

when you guys live together, he leaves small notes on the refrigerator for you

they're always short, saying simple things like "i love you" and "i miss you already"

for the love letters, he'll leave them in random places for you to find

if you're a big reader, i can see him hiding it between the pages of your book

one day, you pick up your book to read, and the note falls on your lap

it's a love letter written on a piece of blueprint paper; there’s a little bit of oil smudged on the side of it

he got distracted while he was working on something because you were the only thing he could think about

his love letters never fail to make your heart flutter

sometimes they make you cry

he's quite sentimental

leo always tells you he does better writing down his feelings than he is saying it out loud because he can organize his thoughts better

you know that leo has a hard time with that because of how he grew up

when you guys have an argument, which isn't very often, he writes his feelings down on paper

he's always quick to apologize if he did something wrong, and the notes help him form the apology that you deserve, and you're quick to forgive him

once, you were super angry after an argument, so you locked yourself in your shared bedroom

you needed to calm yourself down

the both of you much too angry and stubborn to make a compromise

as your recollecting yourself, 40 minutes in, a folded piece of paper slips from under the door

the letter has teardrop stains, and the ink is slightly smudged

on the paper, it's all his thoughts written out in the best way he can explain them

after reading what he wrote, you quickly deemed that whatever you were fighting about was silly, and you guys made up

you love his spontaneous notes so much that you do them back

you guys have a game of who can find the most creative hiding spot for your notes

one time you found one tapped to the inside of the toilet cover

you found it hilarious

you throw folded post-its with messages in his tool belt

he finds them during the day while he's working on something

after you joined in on the fun, he scatters notes in random places, and every few days, you find a new message hidden somewhere randomly

they're just so sweet; there’s never a time where they don't make you smile

gifts

this is a given

it's not a leo headcanon if gift-giving isn't included

he would make you things like roses from scrap metal to literal furniture

if you have a lot of jewelry, he will make you a cute jewelry box

if you're a big book reader, he'll make you bookcases to support your book collection

he's always giving you little trinkets that he made with leftover materials from projects

he loves making things for you and gets upset when you decide to buy something from ikea instead of asking him

"babe, why would you buy that? I could have just made it for you!"

when he's on his way from returning on his quest, sometimes he'll find something that reminds him of you in a store, and he'll buy it

when he has the money for it, he'd buy you a star :(

says that he spent even more money to buy an extra bright star

because "you're the sun in my universe"

brb gonna cry

also, he'd gift you a bond bracelet

you know, those bracelets where every time you tap on it, it makes the other person's bracelet vibrate

the both of you get anxious when one of you goes on quests, so the bracelets bring the other person who's at home comfort

because when you tap back, at least he knows you're alive and vice versa

one of the best gifts you've ever received from him was your engagement ring

he made it himself

he took so much care and effort into making it

imagine leo forging your wedding ring himself??? i'm in spain with no s

he was so nervous that you wouldn't like the style, so he had piper casually bring it up to you

piper was so nonchalant about it that you didn't even think twice about the question

the ring has the prettiest gemstone or diamond (whatever you prefer)

you cried so hard when he told you he made it himself that you couldn't even say yes to his proposal clearly

he makes both of your wedding bands too

he carves a saying that's dear to the both of you on the inside

this is nothing to do with anything but imagine when you guys have kids, he makes animals out of pipe cleaners for them i'm gonna cry, brb pt 2

overall, whether he makes the present himself or not, he puts a lot of effort and care into it

every gift has a meaning and a place dear to your heart

cooking for you

leo is canoningly a good cook

he loves cooking for you

and you love eating what he makes

he's usually busy on the weekdays, so he cooks on the weekends

you guys always joke that he'd be the cutest househusband

you got him an apron for Christmas as a joke gift one year, and he wears it all the time

there's something so charming about him wearing an apron with a funny saying like "Mr. Good Lookin is Cookin" or with like a ripped out shirtless guy in front of it

you giggle every time you see him wearing it

oh, no matter how many times you've seen it, it's still so bizarre when he takes out hot trays from the oven with his BARE hands

everything he makes tastes amazing

he makes all kinds of food and is always trying something new

if you tell him what you’re craving, he’ll cook it for you

once he woke you up to ask if you wanted ribs… it was 3 am but like, of course, you wanted some

unless you're vegetarian or vegan, sorry, HAHA

often though, he does make Mexican food

it reminds him of when his mom was alive

he always has some story to share

every time he makes caldo de pollo (chicken soup), he always talks about how his mother would make it in the summer and that when he was little, he would always complain about eating hot soup in hot weather

you know he doesn't notice his constant telling of this story, but you don't mind

it's so bittersweet when he talks about his mom

through the cooking of his traditional food, you feel closer to him and his late mother

the memories he shares with you makes your eyes sting with tears

especially when leo says how much he wishes that esperanza could have met you

sorry, that was a little emo

also, leo usually wakes up earlier than you

he knows you're a sleepyhead, so he'll cook breakfast for you

so that when you're running around in the morning trying to get dressed and your things together

you never leave the house hungry because there's always a tupperware filled with breakfast, and if he has enough time, he'll fix you something to take for lunch too

if you come home late from work or school, he'll make dinner even if he's tired to surprise you

so many times you've come home from a shitty day at work or school, and the small table where you guys eat your meals is all set up with your favorite food

leo greets you by peeking his head into the hallway from the kitchen, tossed curls, cheerful brown eyes, and a bright grin

"I hope you're hungry," he says, despite knowing that you are hungry

and then you guys talk and laugh together over a delicious meal

compliments

leo's really observant

he notices when you’re in a bad mood, even if you try not to show it

he also notices when you change little things about your appearance

if you get a haircut or you get your nails done, he'll comment on it right away

especially outfits

if you buy something new, he'll complement it

imagine standing in front of the mirror, looking at yourself in your new outfit

leo comes behind you, his hands coming around your waist

he'll pepper kisses on your neck, a soft hum leaving his lips as he meets your eyes in the mirror

"is this new, mi amor?" he asks, hands running up your sides

once you affirm that it is a new dress or shirt, he'll smile and tell you how beautiful you look in it

maybe says he'd rather see it off of you wink wink

there's never a day where he doesn't compliment you

he thinks you're the prettiest person in the world

you've caught him staring at you lovingly plenty of times

he's just asking himself how did he manage to get someone as beautiful and amazing as you

you always squirm under his gaze and playfully ask what is he looking at

"you're so pretty, mi amor. I can't help it."

AHHH!!!!

alongside the endearment of mi amor, he'd always call you bonita and hermosa

you're so sweet to him, and he can't help but tell you how much you mean to him every chance he gets

surprises

leo is an acts of service kind of guy

i think he'll spontaneously do things to make you happy

if you've been busy studying for finals or just beat up from a day at work

he'll draw you a bath

or he'll cut up some fruit for you and leave it at your desk

he randomly buys you flowers

he never needs an occasion to buy your flowers

it'll be a regular tuesday, leo just happened to walk past a store with flowers displayed in the front, and he thought about how bright your smile would be if he showed up with a bouquet

I feel like he's pretty introverted, enjoys being at home with you

the both of you are pretty broke for a while, so a lot of dates were at home

leo made the most of it

you guys will have nice dinners at home

he'll set the table nicely, set the mood with candles

he'll redecorate the space so well you feel like you're at an actual restaurant

and of course, his food is amazing

breakfast in bed is another thing he'd do for you unsolicited

especially if you guys had a looong night wink wink

you're woken up by his still groggy voice, fluttering kisses on your cheeks

you open your eyes to see he's set a tray with your favorite breakfast on top of the bed

the two of you will eat breakfast together, which usually leads to you staying in bed for the rest of the day

just enjoying the warm cocoon your sheets create around the both of you

overall, he's super observant and caring, and he goes the extra mile to make sure you're happy because he knows you do the same

anyways, does anyone know where I can get a leo?

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[bisxualbucky]

Test Help

This post is for my high school/college beloveds with upcoming finals (it's gonna get looong so i'm putting it under the cut <3).

Info incuded: managing test anxiety, test preparation advice, plus specific tips for multiple choice tests, standardized tests, essay tests, math tests, and reading tests.

Some background on me so you know I'm not just pulling this out of my butt: I have an education degree, as well as 5+ years tutoring/teaching experience (including 2 years tutoring college-level English/Writing and Study/Organizational Skills).

Managing Test Anxiety

One thing to keep in mind: Teachers generally want you to succeed! They are testing to find out not just what you know, but how well they taught specific content/skills.

Usually teachers will do their best to help you prepare, give you necessary materials, and answer questions beforehand.

Communicating with teachers can seem intimidating, but as a teacher myself, I can assure you that (most) teachers want to help and try to be approachable.

Understand that not all stress/anxiety is bad. Stress is the body's natural response to dangerous situations. Under stress, the body experiences heightened senses and increased motivation. Having a positive mindset about stress can improve your performance; while viewing stress as negative can hurt your performance. (Side note: I am talking here about manageable stress. If you have concerns about severe anxiety/stress, please seek professional help!!)

The better you prepare, the less anxious you will feel about the test. See preparation tips below!

Recreate testing conditions and do a practice run. Set a time limit, get rid of all distractions, and give yourself a practice test. Doing this will take a lot of the pressure off of the actual test.

On the day of the test, do something to distract yourself. Read a favorite book, do some brain puzzles (sudoku, or brain challenge apps are great for this!), or something active! If you suffer from physical symptoms of test anxiety, like sweating, difficulty breathing, nausea, etc., physical exercise can be very helpful. Releasing the tension in your body ahead of time can often lessen those physical symptoms.

Practice positive affirmations before and during the test. When you feel overwhelmed, "fake it 'til you make it" with confidence. Tell yourself "I know the answers, I have prepared well for this, I will succeed." And remind yourself: grades do not determine your worth as a person. One test, even if you fail miserably, will not ruin your entire life! Everything will be okay. A statement that I love to share with my students is: “[tests are] one examination of a small body of knowledge that you have learned over a set period of time.” (x)

Write down your concerns ahead of time. This is a great exercise if you have a lot of anxious thoughts leading up to a test. Take a few minutes right before the test to put it all down on paper. Expressing these concerns on paper can help you clear your mind from those negative thoughts.

Practice tunnel vision. Do your best to focus only on yourself. If other students get up and turn in their test early, that's okay! Some people test quicker than others, that doesn't mean you are slow or doing poorly. Continue taking your time and performing your best. Imagine yourself alone in the room and try to block out everyone else.

Pace yourself. Know how much time you will have, and create "benchmarks" to look for. Don't obsess over the clock, but keep track of 1/4, 1/2, and 3/4 time benchmarks. Once you're 1/4 of the way through your test, make sure you are on track. If you aren't, adjust your speed accordingly.

Don't obsess over any one question. If you get stuck, skip it and move on, or just guess. Use the time you would've spent on that question to answer questions you know the answers to.

Physical things to try during the test:

Deliberately clench and unclench your fists and other muscles every so often. This can help you force your body to relax, and release nervous tension.

Practice breathing exercises. Find one or two that you like, and implement them during the test.

Test Preparation

Start studying a week before the test. This one is tough, but it really, really pays off. The earlier you start, the more prepared you will be. 5-7 days out: Find out what you need to know (use study guides, class notes, and/or communicate with your teacher to find out what the test will cover. Create a study plan, and make your own study guide (Quizlet is my favorite free resource for this, but use whatever tools work for you!). 3-5 days out: Follow your study plan, use your study guide to review the material, do one or two practice tests (Quizlet has this option! You can customize your practice test (choose between Multiple Choice, True/False, Fill in the Blank questions, or do a mix of different kinds of questions!) and only test yourself on specific information in your study guide.

Study in chunks! A rule of thumb for your attention span is this: you can only effectively take in information for your age in minutes. So if you're 20, study in 20 minute blocks. You can have an hour-long study session, but give yourself a few breaks! Stretch, do a few jumping jacks, walk around, text a friend, etc. Your brain will thank you, and it will help break up the monotony of intense studying.

Review everything one last time the day before the test, then get a good night's sleep and don't study the day of!!! Even if you studied well the week before, trying to cram last minute will stress you out more than necessary, and can confuse you! All the info should be in your long-term memory at this point, and cramming will cause your brain to hold it all in short-term storage, which will not be very effective during the test.

Show up to the test early and prepared. The last thing you want is to be running late or feeling rushed before the test. This applies to online testing as well. Set up your computer, have a drink or snack handy if it will be a long one, and eliminate distractions ahead of time.

Multiple Choice Tests

Read carefully. This may seem obvious, but take your time, and read each question carefully. If you skim through it, you might miss keywords that specify what the question is asking. Keywords to look for include: best, greatest, never, always, common, not, except, sometimes, more, generally, most, usually.

Before reading the options, try to answer the question in your head. Even if you come up with a vague answer, it will give you a starting point for what to look for in the possible answers.

Look for grammatical clues. For example, does the question require a plural answer? Is the fill-in-the-blank preceded by "a" or "an"? Clues like these can help you narrow down the options.

When you settle on an answer, read the question and answer together to make sure it makes sense. Does your selection actually answer the question?

Guessing Strategies:

Use process of elimination. If possible, mark on your test and cross out any answers you know are incorrect. This will improve your odds of guessing the right answer.

Guess the option that is generalizing, rather than an absolute statement. Answers with "usually, generally," etc. are more likely to be correct than answers with "always, never, all, must," etc.

Guess the option that is longest or has the most detail included. Look for answers with specific dates, names, or other details, rather than the shorter/simpler options.

If all else fails, go with your gut! I think we have all experienced this. You have no clue what the answer is, but you "feel" like you should guess a specific option, and it turns out to be right! While this isn't a foolproof method, there is some science to it. Our brains can sometimes remember how we feel about a person, without knowing their name. So even if you have no idea why you're leaning towards a certain answer, your brain might just "know" that it's right.

Standardized Tests*

*disclaimer: these are geared specifically toward the ACT and SAT, but most tips can still be applied to other standardized tests.

Find out what to expect ahead of time. Research the test, find out how many sections there are, the time allowed for each section, total time of the test, timing and placement of any breaks, and how many questions per section.

Buy practice books and use them! There are some free resources online, but if you are able to afford it, practice books will be very helpful. These give you an opportunity to take practice tests, and give you specific tips for each section. Check out thriftbooks.com for cheap, used options.

Pace yourself. Figure out roughly how much time you'll have for each question/section. Check in with the clock every 5-10 minutes, but try not to obsess. If you finish early, go over and check your work, or go back to specific questions that you weren't sure about.

Only guess if it will help you. Find out the scoring system. Sometimes you will be penalized for the wrong answer, while other times only the right answer is counted toward your score. If the former is true, don't guess unless you have at least a 50/50 shot; if you're completely unsure, leave it blank. If the latter scoring system is used, guessing can only help you no matter your odds, so answer every question.

Don't argue with the test. These tests are objective, and there is only one right answer. Your test will be graded by a machine, not a person. Don't try to argue a case in your head for every possible answer. Instead, look for the one correct option.

Additional resources:

Video: Common mistakes students make on the SAT (but also good tips in general)

Examples of SAT essay prompts, with sample essays and scores

Examples of ACT essay prompts, with sample essays and scores

Essay Tests

Ask your teacher for feedback. Work with your English/Writing teacher. Ask them for specific advice if you struggle with writing essays. What are your strengths that you can capitalize on? How could you improve your weaknesses?

Read the prompt carefully. Try putting it in your own words as a concise question. This will guide the focus of your essay. Does the prompt ask about specific details in a reading section? Mark up the text as you encounter those details. If it doesn't tell you what to look for, create your own list of evidence/details to mark.

Use about 5% of your time to create a plan. Follow this format: short intro, three body paragraphs (one main idea per paragraph), short conclusion.

Don't say the same thing over and over. Be as concise as you can while fully answering the prompt.

But--if you have met the minimum length requirement, and still have more good information to include, don't stop! Keep going and say everything you have to say.

Save time to proofread and edit at the end. This can save you a lot of points, and help you catch any weaknesses in your arguments.

Things to keep in mind as you proofread: Did you fully answer the question? What are possible weaknesses in your arguments? Are there different sides or interpretations? Include those, and use analysis and evaluation to show strengths and weaknesses. Explain why your argument is better/more correct.

Your introduction and conclusion should be interesting, but short. Keep them to the point, and avoid blatantly restating everything that's already in your body paragraphs. In your conclusion especially, try to add some new information, or give an interesting example that proves your argument. This will help your essay stand out and be less boring.

More resources:

In depth writing advice.

15 online tools to improve your writing skills.

Math Tests

Not a tip, but this is a video I like to show my students before I give them advice on taking math tests. I think it's great for a laugh. I relate to the "student" in the video, because I always felt lost in math class. Regardless of your level of skill, here are some tips to help you do your best on math tests!

Up to 50% of students experience test anxiety specifically during math tests! See the above tips for managing test anxiety if you are in that group of students.

Ask questions in class if you don't understand something. Because math is linear and concept-based, not understanding material in class has serious consequences. Speaking up about being confused can be intimidating, but remember that it's your teacher's job to explain the material in a way you can understand. They can't help you if they don't know you're confused! And reminder, most teachers want to help. If asking questions during class is a no-go for you, try working with your teacher or a tutor outside of class time to catch up.

Start with the easiest problems. This helps you build confidence as well as use your time effectively. If you hit a problem that you're completely lost on, skip it and try to come back later.

Pay attention to point values so that you can use your time wisely. Don't spend half your time agonizing over a question that's only worth a small percentage of your total score. Spend most of your energy on high-point problems.

Try to answer every question, and show all your work. Math teachers often give partial credit even if you don't complete a problem, or if you get the wrong answer.

Estimate answers when possible so you can know if you're in the right ballpark once you've finished the problem.

Common math errors and how to prevent them:

Conceptual errors. These happen when you just don't know how to solve the problem. Solve these by working with your teacher/tutor to identify concepts you haven't grasped, and make sure you are understanding current class material.

Careless errors. These happen when you know how to solve the problem, you just make a mistake! You use the wrong sign, do the wrong operation, or leave out units in your final answer. Solve these by checking your work and reading the questions carefully.

Study errors. These happen when you don't prepare for the test beforehand. You had all the resources you needed to do well, but you didn't utilize them! Solve this by creating and using a study guide, doing practice problems ahead of time, and making sure you know what material you need to study. Use your textbook or class notes to find "objectives." These tell you exactly what you should know after that lesson/reading that chapter. Make sure you've accomplished those objectives, and you'll be good to go.

Application errors. These are common in word problems. With this mistake, you use the wrong formula or equation and end up with a "right" answer, just not the answer the question was asking for. If you struggle with this, work with your teacher or a tutor especially on word problems. Find out how to identify the right formula to use, and solve for what the question is asking.

Reading Tests

If you struggle with reading comprehension, the best way to get better is practice. The more you read, the better you will get at it. Your speed will improve, as well as your ability to take in what you are reading. Try to find books that you know will be interesting to you to motivate yourself! Or try out a variety of genres to find one or two that you like. If you want a challenge, check out this look of (one person's) recommended 25 books to read before college.

There are several strategies to try out on reading tests. My favorite is to read the questions, mark up the passage (underline keywords, names, any other info you know to look for based on the questions), then read the passage carefully and answer the questions as you go. Another option is to skim the passage first, then read the questions, then read the passage more carefully and answer the questions. A third is to just read the passage carefully, and then answer all the questions at the end. Try these out (I would recommend using practice tests) and find which option works best for you.

Look for keywords in the questions, and keep an eye out for those words and their synonyms as you read the passage.

If you have trouble focusing while you read the long passages, blocking out all but one or two lines at a time with your hand (or blank paper), or use your finger to guide your reading.

Pacing is one of the biggest challenges on reading tests. Look over the test once your time starts, and find out how much time you will have per section. Don't let yourself get hung up on any one question. Guess (unless it hurts your score) and move on. (Interesting fact: moving your lips while you read slows you down! So try not to do that.)

Mark up the test as you read. Underline, box in, make stars whenever you come across important information/details. Numbering the paragraphs can also be helpful if this is not already done for you.

Don't try to memorize the passage. Just try to gather the main idea.

Ask yourself questions as you read. Examples: How does this relate to the main idea? How does this compare with what the author said earlier? What does ____ have to do with the passage's argument? Who is _____? And pretty much any "Why...?" questions.

Don't worry if the passage is on an unfamiliar topic. In general, the answers to the questions will be in the passage itself, so it's okay if you don't have much background knowledge on the topic.

Identify the genre. There will be different types of questions depending on the type of passage. Prose/Fiction passage questions will focus on: Why did the person in the story do or feel something? For these you will want to pay attention to tone/mood of the passage. For Factual/Historical passages, questions will focus more on: What happened, when did it happen, who was involved? Pay extra attention to events, dates, names, etc.

[distelhexe]

I’m back.

It’s been a HECTIC 4 YEARS since 2017. Anyway, I’m back and restructuring a little about just what this blog ought to be. And here’s what it is, under the cut:

I have over the past few years come to realize that my role is that of the witch in a fairytale that the hero comes across and gets some information or advice from...so that’s it - I’m basically all your witchy auntie. Ask me anything! I’ll make posts as often as I think of something or if I see a post about some witchcrafty or Heathenry related thing that makes me realize I have something to say. 

I do work fulltime and do a bunch of other stuff, so Idk how frequently I’ll be on, but probably posting at least weekly. 

I’m also going to just reblog stuff that makes me happy or makes me laugh so you WILL see some nerdy nonsense here as well. In addition to Heathenry and Nordic and Germanic Paganism and Celtic Paganism, Slavic Paganism, Witchcraft in general, all things Russian and German language, and fairytale and folklore....you’ll see some fandom stuff, particularly but not limited to:

Star Trek

Stargate

Star Wars -  though a bit less than the other Star thingies above.

X Files

Dune

Listen, have you picked up that I love SciFi?

Harry Potter BUT JKR can take a looong walk off a short pier, no terfs allowed. 

LOTR/HOBBIT

Brendan Fraser and all that he’s done...he’s a goddamn gem. 

I’ll also probably post occasionally about mental health. 

So, yeah, I’m your 37 year old witchy friend who’s been doing this witchy thing as long as I could read, so AMA. I’ll put together an About Page so you can check that, because I am sure I need to update a ton of stuff. But a quick heads up, I am not Wiccan. No hate to the Wiccans, I just am not one, so that’s important to be aware as often Wicca and Witchcraft can get conflated, particularly by those new to the witchy life. I also believe very strongly in the fact that you do not need a bunch of exotic, expensive, difficult to find materials for a good, strong spell. You have more just around your house than you think. 

FYI: This is not a welcome space for terfs, homophobes of any kind, YT supremacists, neo-nazis, racists in general, or sexist bigoted assholes of any sort. 

[coinsoup]

Bronte, Oralie, Kenric, and Terick for the character ask

Oooh okay this will be fun I’m gonna put a cut because this is going to be looong

Okay first up is Bronte

Favorite thing about them: He’s salty but in a way that doesn’t come off as annoying if you know what I’m mean like that bitch has lived for millennium he deserves to be a little salty

Least Favorite thing about them: the way he acted towards Sophie in the first few books, like I understand it but she’s still a child

Favorite Line: uuuh so I can’t remember lines for shit so I’m just gonna put down the only one I could find “ Is a day any less worth living simply because you're not going to remember it?” 

brOTP: Bronte and Oralie is this mainly because of the posts various Bronte stans have made about it YES

OTP: Idk man brony I guess??? (yes, I'm aware it’s a crack ship)

nOTP: Fintan and Bronte mostly because I adore the Pyren brothers au by @bronte-deserves-better

random headcanon:  he’s trans yes this is also because of bronte-deserves-better they were one of the first people I followed on Tumblr

unpopular opinion: hmm I guess I would have to say he’s not a well-rounded character and I think that’s due to the writing his character has so much potential as seen by various headcanons and aus

Song I associate with them: House of Wolves by mcr

Favorite picture of them:

he just looks so salty

Next up is Oralie

Favorite thing about them: I feel like she’s a genuinely sweet person that just got mixed up in some shit

Least favorite thing about them: letting her daughter live a life where she knew she would be an outcast isn’t very cool

Favorite line: “Sometimes rebellion is the only course of resistance”

brOTP: once again Bronte and Oralie have an immaculate friendship

OTP: Kenric and Oralie are pretty cute

nOTP: don’t have one

random headcanon: She only drinks tea she WILL NOT under any circumstances drink coffee (how tf she survives I’ll never know)

unpopular opinion: I don’t really blame her for Sophie having to live in the forbidden cities, I don’t think there was much that could be done about it after she agreed to help

 Song I associate with them: All I Want by Kodaline (very angsty if you think about it in an Oralie x Kenric sense) 

Favorite picture of them:

this absolutely stunning fan art by @molly-sencen

Okay now for Kenric

Favorite thing about them: His personality is soooo good who let someone be that wholesome

Least favorite thing about them: that he’s fucking dead

Favorite line: “That’s why I’m everyone’s favorite”

brOTP: Y’know I love me some good Kenric and Bronte too

OTP: still Kenric and Oralie

nOTP: don’t have one

random headcanon: He’s bi as hell and no one can change my mind

unpopular opinion: he should have died it was good for Oralie's character development but that doesn’t mean I’m happy about it 

song I associate with them: Play With Fire by Sam Tinnesz

Favorite picture of them:

this adorable art by @rumart

Last but not least is Terik

Favorite thing about them: His ability is really cool like I just find measuring someone’s potential so interesting???

Least Favorite thing about them: That he doesn’t like his ability or finds it annoying when parents want to know their children's potential?? Like why are you mad what the fuck else would you be doing all-day

Favorite line: “You’d be surprised at how powerful hope can be”

brOTP: let’s go with Emery and Terik

OTP: don't have one 

nOTP: don't have one either

random headcanon: He’s aro ace 

unpopular opinion: he should have more page-time

song I associate with them: This is Home by cavetown

Favorite picture of them:

I couldn’t find any art sorry :/

[hiswhiteknight]

A Little Chocolate on Christmas

Summary:  Reader has been hunting all her life, which leads her to forget that is was holiday season. Her relationship with the Winchester’s, specifically Dean has always been casual and filled with banter. The boys don’t except her lack of plans to invite her to their little holiday celebration. (Bad intro)

This is for @littledarlinhavefaithinme Merry Kismet Writing Challenge. I’m a little late, but @littledarlinhavefaithinme me has been so lovely! The prompt I had was – “I think eating chocolate alone on a holiday is completely normal.” Thanks for this challenge and your help!

Pairing: Dean Winchester x Reader

Words: 2000 (so looong)

Warning: Flirting, mention of NSFW, implied smut, cute banter

Dean was finishing packing up the impala, you passed by as the trunk slam shut. Sam waltzed around the back behind Dean, who was making his way towards the driver’s seat, “So Y/N, what’s the plans for the holiday’s,” Sam yells over the car.

Sam’s shirt was all cut up, you had just finished a hunt with the boys. Seemed you both were hunting the same monster. It’s been a while since you’ve seen the boys. Y’all group up with each other, your family and theirs chasing the family business. You liked working alone though, which is why you haven’t seen them in a while.

You had just reached your jeep, stepping on the step to look over at them, “Oh right,” you looked up, counting with your fingers, “It is about that time of year.”

“Are you kidding,” Dean said, “Y/N, it’s Christmas Eve.”

You nod your head, acting like you’re reviewing something in your head, “Lost track of time, I guess. You know the lifestyle,” you acted so cool and unaffected by the realization that it was Christmas tomorrow.

Sam chuckled under his breath, “We’re far from the spirit of Christmas, but we are least know when it is. Are you really saying you don’t have any plans for the holidays?”

You sent the brothers a grimace face, acting like this was awkward situation, “I’ll probably grab some beer and a pack of that yummy chocolate. Find some soft porn, you know it being the holiday – got to keep it classy. Maybe I’ll even take a few days from hunting.”

“I’m sorry,” Dean shrieked, “Who are you?”

“What,” you laugh, “I think eating Chocolate alone on a holiday is completely normal.”

“No,” Dean shook his head, “No it’s not,” he had a grin on his face. He would never admit it, but he always liked you. You were an unusual person, very relaxed, and optimistic person. He never felt judged or unsupported when you were around. And you were tough as nails, one of the finest hunters, but your social skills were not top notch. Which as you can see, never phased you, “Follow Sam and I back. We’ve got a whole group of hunters at the bunker. We’re doing a thing, trying to be more normal.”

Shaking your head, “Nah, didn’t you just hear. I’ve got a whole plan – sexy chocolate goodness with me, myself, and a dirty Santa storyline.”

“Ew,” Sam gaged, “I know you’re kidding,” you shook your head, looking down the road. You weren’t sure how much you wanted to fight, you were exhausted, “We won’t take no for an answer.”

“Are you only asking me because I know how to cook,” you ask him, a hint of humor behind your voice.

Dean looked at you with curiosity, “You know how to cook,” acting shocked.

Sam shook his head, ready to get started, “Just follow us,” he got into the car, “We’re already running late.”

You could tell Sam was just as exhausted as you, so there wasn’t a point to fighting him on it. Dean made eye contact with you, “Dirty Santa,” he questioned, searching your face for an honest answer, “Is that what does it for you,” he smirked.

“Wouldn’t you like to know,” you got into your jeep without letting him ask more.

By the time you got to the bunker, you were filled with excitement. You couldn’t remember the last time you celebrate the holidays with other people. In fact, you couldn’t remember the last time you were in company of friends besides when you were at the Harvelle’s bar. The bunker was decorated enough to sense some holiday spirit, “You can use my room to freshen up and unpack,” Dean said over your shoulder, as you pulled your bag down the stairs, “Mostly everyone is here. Food shouldn’t be long, thankfully.”

You face him, looking up into his gorgeous eyes, “Like to show me where that is? Your room.”

“With pleasure,” he smirked down at you, gesturing you to follow him. You liked Dean, you liked him a lot. And the funny thing, you typically don’t care about attraction like that. You were a simple person, saving people, hunting, and running a positive life. You didn’t have time or needs of settling down, but Dean he was special.

He opened his door and you stepped in, “How so very Dean,” you laugh, searching around the room for what makes Dean, Dean. You spun around and flopped on his head.

Dean made his way to the end, propping his foot on his bed post, looking down at you, “Get comfortable. Shower is out that way,” he pointed.

“You don’t need anything from in here,” you smirk up at him.

“Only one thing in this room I need,” he continued to flirt with you, “But I guess for now I’ll just grab a change of clothing and get ready in Sam’s room.”

You sat up, pulling one of your knees to your chest, “Dean Winchester I live and breathe, getting ready for a holiday dinner like a proper man. You asked me who I was, now I’m wondering the same thing about you.”

He shrugged, backing up with some clothing in hand from his closet, “I’ve got to impress.”

You pulled yourself up, “And who might that be?”

He gave you a coy smile, “You know, my mom being back and all. Got to be on my best behavior.”

“Make sense,” you leaned on the door, “Hope you don’t mind if I use your bed, I could use a cat nap and such.”

He looked at your lips before glancing at his bed. This was usually how you both worked, casually flirting and no action. This is what worked best for you both, no complications, “What is mine is yours,” he whispered.

You sent him a wink before gently closing the door. And you did in fact take a cat nap before you showered and got ready. Dean’s bed smelled like him, you imagined it felt like him to – if that made sense.

Walking out into the bunker’s main area, hunters were spread around drinking and laughing. It felt right, and you’ve always been far from normal, but this felt right.

Dean caught sight of you first, “Lord have mercy,” he whispered, not realizing he said it out loud. Sam tried to trace his stare and caught sight of you.

“Wow,” Sam grinned, “You ever see that woman in a dress,” he asked acting shocked.  

Mary looked to where both her boys were looking at, “Did one of my son’s bring a date?”

Shaking his head, not looking amused, Dean answered, “No. She acted like it was normal eating chocolate alone for the holidays. So, we invited her to spend time with us.”

“Her name is Y/N,” Castiel popped up out of nowhere, “Dean gets agitated when we mention their interactions. Like how he gets flushed when she flirtatious or how annoyed he gets when someone else,” Dean’s hand and grumble stopped Cas from continuing.

Mary watched Dean before straightening up, “I think I’ll go introduce myself.”

“No mom,” he tried to stop her, but she was already on her way. He rolled his eyes, spinning around to look the other way.

Sam leaned over to his brother, who was watching the interaction between his mother and Y/N. She looked and acted like a different person, “Are we even sure that’s the real Y/N? The lady is wearing heels and I just saw her hug our mother.”

Dean looked over his shoulder. He was cringing wondering what they were talking about, before he popped, “That’s it. I can’t take it,” he chugged his beer before making a beeline to the pair.

“Dean,” you smile, “Your mom was just telling me the time you nearly killed your brother. I tried to tell her that was most of your teenage years.”

He squinted at you, but before he could say anything his mother interrupted, “Dean, I had hoped your father taught you better manners. Get the woman a drink,” she slapped him. You giggled, watching Dean stare for a second before rolling his eyes and stomping off.

When he returned with a beer, you had made your way towards the row of books. Mary sent him a wink, clearly getting her seal of approval. He cleared his throat when he got to you, grabbing your attention, “Beer,” he handed you, “Hope that is alright.”

You nod, grabbing it from him and taking a sip, “I like the Santa hat,” you point up to his head, “It’s very becoming on you.”

His grin grew, “Thought you might like it.” He took the time to check you out, top to bottom. That was alright because you were doing the same, “Where did you get the dress? Steal it,” he joked.

“Honestly,” you smile, leaning against the table, “I’ve had this dress a long time. I just never had the chance to wear it. No one to show off for.”

He walked next to you, spinning to lean on the table as well, “Christmas is a good reason to show off, especially with your Santa kink.”

“Ha. Ha,” Dean chuckled at your sarcastic reply, “You know, I still think eating chocolate alone on the holidays is normal. So it’s not the holidays I’m trying to impress.”

Dean moved forward, placing his beer down on the table, “Speaking of, I got you something,” he moved to grab something. You couldn’t stop him before he was pack with some box wrapped.

“How could you possibly know you’d see me for the holidays,” you look up at him curious, wondering what he was up to.

“Man has got to be prepared,” he shrugged.

You sent him the greatest smile he had ever seen, then you looked down and opened it. Your laugh grabbed everyone’s attention, “Chocolate,” you say amused.

“Sexy chocolate,” he smirked back at you, sipping some more of his whiskey. He was rather impressed with himself, “I drew pictures and everything.”

You bit you lip, trying to hold back more laughter, “I’m speechless Dean, you clearly put some thought into this gift.” You put it down on the table next to you, “I didn’t get you anything.”

He shook his head, “Not necessary, it was just nice having you around again,” he tapped you on the arm, “Come on, I want you to meet some people.”

The rest of the evening trickled away with conversations, drinking, and laughter. It felt completely right to be here with this company. You forgot what it was like to be normal with people and talk about intimate and personal conversations. It was especially nice to be close to Dean again, he was always making small gestures that got your attention. It probably meant nothing, but it was slowly driving you crazy. A throat clearing caught your attention, “It’s officially Christmas, Merry Christmas.”

Everyone cheered, including yourself, “Oh hold on,” Mary said over the group, “Looks like someone is under the mistletoe,” she smirked. Everyone searched around, and you just look up. There was indeed two people under a mistletoe and it was you and one Dean Winchester, “Got to kiss you two.”

Dean just rolled his eyes and acted annoyed. You were rather enjoying the moment, so you just grabbed him by the collar and everyone cheered. Not a second into the kiss, Dean was pulling you closer, and getting a deeper kiss. You heart hammered in your chest and you nearly forgot people were around, especially when Mary gestured for people to leave you both go. Dean pulled away breathing heavy, but still holding you close, “Think that’s the best Christmas present I ever got,” he whispered to you. You started to walk backwards slowly, still holding eye contact with Dean, “Where you going?”

“You want to unwrap another present,” you whisper, sending him a wink, “I think I’m going to go to your room. I’m going to bring my chocolates. Why don’t you bring that hat?”

He got flushed, smiling at you before walking towards you like you were prey. With one last wink, you skipped down the hallway before Dean looked up to the room smiling, “Best Christmas Ever,” before causally walking down to his room.

[loxare]

Kingdom Hearts resources for people who don’t own a PS4

So you want to know more about Kingdom Hearts but PS4s are expensive, even if you buy a refurb. Cool. Stuff under the cut because this is going to be looong.

Firstly, what is Kingdom Hearts? It started as a weird crossover between Final Fantasy and Disney movies that should never have worked but really, really did. The first game starts with the Heartless, beings of darkness who steal hearts, invading the world of anime protag Sora and his friends. Sora gets a giant key-sword-bludgeon thing called the Keyblade, and has to fly around in a gummi ship with Donald and Goofy to lock the hearts of other worlds so the Heartless can’t get those worlds too. The other worlds are for the most part based on different Disney movies. So there’s the Alice in Wonderland world, the Aladdin world, etc.

There’s a lot of themes of light and darkness, the power of friendship, that sort of thing. But it’s also one of the most genuine games I’ve played ever. Should all the friendship stuff get sappy after a while? Probably? But all the characters mean it so much that it never really feels that way. 

Anyways, getting off topic. ACTUAL RESOURCES WHOOO

So the most obvious ones are the actual cutscenes. Every game has them, which is very nice. They’re like watching a really long movie.

For someone who wants the whole story and that’s it, I recommend this channel on Youtube. (user sigma215zero for mobile users). It’s still more than 30 hours of cutscenes, but that’s way less time than playing all the games. Plus they’re in nice little hour/hour and a half chunks. They aren’t in order though, so you might have to jump around a bit. Unfortunately, Kingdom Hearts 3 isn’t in there yet.

For completionists, here is every single cutscene that Kingdom Hearts has, including Kingdom Hearts 3. (user kh-vids.net on youtube for mobile users.) They have everything and all their cutscenes are in very high quality.

And now game order. “What do you mean, isn’t it 1, 2 and then 3?” No. Because it can’t be that easy.

I recommend release order on these games because chronological order makes no sense. Also, KH1 and 2 have Final Mixes, which basically means there’s added cutscenes. So

Kingdom Hearts 1 KH Re:Chain of Memories KH2 KH 358/2 Days* KH Birth by Sleep** KH Re:Coded* KH Dream Drop Distance KH 0.2 a fragmentary passage KH X Back Cover* Kingdom Hearts 3

*Days and Coded were turned into a cutscene movie in KH 1.5 and 2.5 (which were remasters of the first six games). X Back Cover is a cutscene movie about the cell phone game, KH Union X. Yes, this game is important. All of the games are important.

**BbS has three different characters and three different sets of cutscenes. The recommended play/watch order is Terra’s story, then Ven’s and then Aqua’s.

Printed Media

Other than the games, there is the manga. Kingdom Hearts 1, 2, CoM and Days all have manga which is widely available on your preferred manga reading site. Kingdom Hearts 3 also just started a manga run and it looks gorgeous so far.

There is also the novelizations. 1, 2, CoM, Days, BbS and DDD all have novels. All of them are available in English except for Coded which is coming in August and DDD which is coming out in October. You can find them on Amazon or at your local comic book shop.

EDIT

I found this post by @windwayward which is a) better than this one and b) has downloads for a bunch of the novels and manga! And also the Ultimanias which is the deepest lore.

And now. The Deep Lore.

Most of the games have Reports that you can collect. These explain more about the universe and what the heck is going on, and answer a lot of questions about a lot of things. But they also add nice little story things too, and foreshadowing for other games. Luckily, these are all transcribed online. You can find them on khwiki.com and kingdomhearts.fandom.com.

KH1 - Ansem Reports KH2 - Secret Ansem Reports KHDays - Roxas’s Diary and Secret Reports KHBbS - Xehanort’s Report KH3 - Secret Reports

I think that’s about it? If I missed anything, please let me know and I’ll edit it in here. Any questions, feel free to ask.

[koryuoftheriverflow]

Infinity War Opinion Time

So... I watched the movie yesterday.  I don’t really know what to think of it. I’ll write down my impressions to try and sort through my contrasting feelings. I had tried to lower my expectations, because I didn’t want to be disappointed. I certainly didn’t want a repeat of AOU, thank you very much. On the other hand, I love the Russos, and I love the writing team, seeing as they’re the ones behind all 3 Cap movies.  Still, I knew the risks were high, partly because of the huge amount of charaters involved and the possible lack of screentime for them all, and partly due to the scale of the fight and the power of this particular villain. I liked the movie per se. It’s not like I didn’t enjoy watching it in the theatre. However, based on my personal tastes, I would rather have had more dialogue, more interactions between characters (and yes, a specific set of them), and less action.  I feel like I can’t really state my opinion, though, because this really is only Part 1 of a very looong movie, whose second half we’ll only watch in a year. It lacks any sort of closure, basically. It does end, in what looks like a pretty permanent way, except the cliffhanger is there, because obviously, it cannot be curtain call on the whole story. But it is pars destruens, in a very literal sense, I’d say. Avengers 4 will be the pars construens, but I find it difficult to envision how that could pan out. We’ll just have to wait and see. Under the cut I’ll write a couple of things I liked/didn’t like, so if you haven’t seen the movie yet, tread very carefully, because there’s gonna be MAJOR SPOILERS.

Alright, so... I’ll start with: THE BAD - Like I said, I feel a lack of screentime on a few characters’ part has affected my appreciation. While I liked the parts with Thor and the Guardians, and even Tony and Peter had enough scenes, I felt kind of robbed of moments with the team stranded on Earth. I would have loved to see more #TeamCap, basically. Especially in light of Steve’s possible permanent death next year and the shield handover either to Bucky or Falcon.  *Little aside as a slightly bitter Stucky shipper: yes, I did get the hug before the pat of the back, but, in the words of one David Posner, “it was too fucking brief.”* - While I laughed for most of the movie, I felt like the tone should have been  more somber, or rather, that the juxtaposition of serious moments and cheerful ones was at times a little inappropriate: it downplayed important characters/plot development that should have been given more focused attention.  In general, I would say that this movie lacked a bit of heart, especially with regards to the scenes and characters on Earth. Thor, the Guardians, Tony and Peter, on the other hand, had deeper, more meaningful interactions. THE GOOD - I’ve been pleasantly surprised by moments glimpsed at in the trailers that I did not expect to happen in the way they ultimately did. I sure as hell didn’t think Thanos would obtain all 6 Infinity Stones by the end of this first movie. Other things too took me by surprise. See, for instance, the scene of Loki handing over the Tesseract, which I was for some reason convinced would be at the end of the movie, and was at the very beginning instead. And speaking of Loki, he was one of the people I thought was going to die. The question now is: did he really? Thor himself gives voice to what we all know: his brother’s come back before. There have been not so subtle hints at his Jotun heritage in the last couple of films, at his acceptance of it and the power he can draw from it. Will it play a role in his possible resurrection? Will we finally see Jotun!Loki? 

- The longed for kiss between Peter and Gamora, if not for the fact that their happiness (and mine) lasts literally 5 minutes. She then tries to kill Thanos, there is an agonizing scene where Peter uselessly keeps his promise to her, and she is captured by her father, only to find Nebula being horribly tortured for the location of the Soul Stone, and be sacrificed for it on Vormir. I think my favourite thing about the scenes between Gamora and Thanos were her tears after she supposedly kills him.  - The killings made in the name of the loved ones. Peter and Gamora were clearly the broken mirror of Vision and Wanda. And then again, Thanos himself succeds in killing the one he allegedly loves, where Peter could not. - Tony. Tony left standing alone on Titan, with the ashes of his teammates all around him and no hope at all, knowing he’s the only survivor. Wanda’s vision in AOU turned to ugly reality. He’s not desperate because everyone’s dead, but because he didn’t die with them. Tony’s desire for fatherhood, voiced to Pepper at the beginning of the movie, quite literally crumbles to dust when Peter dies in his arms, showing all the vulnerability of a boy faced with his inevitable death. Is it a scene meant to create pathos, longer than it should have been for the sole purpuse of making us tear up? Yes. Did I cry anyway? You bet your ass I did. I’m here for the pain.  - Other deaths were impactul, thanks to other characters reactions. Vision’s, of course. T’Challa’s. *Little aside as a slightly emotionally compromised Stucky shipper: Bucky calling Steve’s name, before vanishing in front of his eyes, and Steve kneeling on the ground where Bucky’s ashes remain, staring at nothing (just like he did in ca:tws after the “Who the hell is Bucky?” scene), kind of broke me.*  Still good but on a lighter note: -  Thor mourning all he has lost and still finding the force within himself to fight. The absolute epicness of his arrival on Earth with Stormbreaker. The theatre started clapping like mad for him. ICONIC.

- Okoye/Natasha/Wanda fight scene. YES pls.

- Shuri and M’baku. No more words needed here.

- The Bucky/Rocket team up. My two favourite raccoons.  - The Captain Marvel logo in the post-credit scene. THE WTF

The bloody dementor on Vormir who turns out to be Red Skull. TL;DR: there were things that I wish were done differently, mostly I would have liked more character development and less action sequences. On the other hand, I can’t say that I disliked the movie, despite my confusion as to the one way in which they can defeat Thanos in Avengers 4. To conclude, did I like the movie? Honestly...? [x]

[wingroad]

end of year review fic meme

under a cut bc long af 

Chronological breakdown:

·       January 

Pining/Dawn 04/01 | kagakuro | PG | drabble school reunion 05/01 | kagakuro | PG-13 | drabble | au now you see me au 08/01 | kagakuro | PG-13 | drabble | au genie au 12/01 | kagakuro | PG-13 | drabble | au First Frost 31/01 | kagakuro | PG-13 | 3k+ | Kagami and Kuroko don't always fight, but when they do it's like this

·       February 

Can we pretend I didn’t just say that? 08/02 | kagakuro | PG | drabble Is it? 14/02 | kagakuro | PG | drabble Once in a lifetime encounter: Chapter 1: The encounter  08/02 | kagakuro | PG | au| Ficlets inspired by NBA X KNB collab (proper summary one day maybe) Are you flirting with me?   08/02 | aomomo | PG | drabble snapshots and glimpses  22/02 | aomomo | PG-13 | 1k+| one sentence fics

·       March

Delirium 01/03 | kagakuro | PG | 2k+| Kagami doesn't get sick except when he does present 08/03 |kagakuro | PG | drabble morning 10/03 |kagakuro | PG| drabble vows 10/03 |kagakuro | PG | drabble what's mine is yours 11/03 | kagakuro | PG-13 | 9k+ | What Kuroko wants is what Taiga wants. stubble 13/03 |kagakuro | PG | drabble movie 17/03 |kagakuro | PG | drabble What Comes Next 17/03 | kagakuro | PG-13 | 2k+ |Kagami wakes up and wonders what's next. dance 18/03 |kagakuro | PG | drabble stripes 25/03 |kagakuro |PG | drabble pie 28/03 |kagakuro aomomo|PG-13 | drabble pink 31/03 |kagakuro |PG  | drabble Once in a lifetime encounter: Chapter 2: Trice's a pattern 13/03 | kagakuro | PG | au | Ficlets inspired by NBA X KNB collab (proper summary one day maybe) expecting 31/03 | aomomo | PG | drabble

·       April

eyes  03/04 | kagakuro | PG | drabble visit  06/04 | kagakuro | PG-13 | drabble selfie 07/04 | kagakuro | PG | drabble tie 07/04 | kagakuro | PG | drabble Hush  22/04| kagakuro | NC-17| 1k+ | The view was perfect to wake up to. not at first sight 22/04| kagakuro |PG| 1k+ | A casual conversation about something not casual just for you 25/04| kagakuro | PG | 1k+ | Kagami makes something just for Kuroko bouquet 26/04 | kagakuro | PG | drabble trials 28/04 | kagakuro | PG | drabble

·       May

Once in a lifetime encounter: Chapter 3: Pure coincidence  07/05 | kagakuro | PG | au|  Ficlets inspired by NBA X KNB collab (proper summary one day maybe) The deep blue sea  22/05 | kagakuro | PG-13 | au | ficlet Kagami-kun is terrible  24/05 | kagakuro | PG-13 | drabble Grabby Hands 28/05 | kagakuro | PG-13 | drabble

·       June

Tetsuya you little shit!  03/06 | kagakuro | PG-13 | drabble Taste of Summer  15/06 | kagakuro | PG-13 | drabble

·       July 

They grow up so fast  04/07 | kagakuro | PG-13 | drabble Better luck next time  |28/07 | kagakuro | PG-13 | drabble Short people problems  29/07 | kagakuro | PG-13 | drabble

·       August 

From first to last   02/08 | kagakuro | PG-13 | 6k+ | Glimpses into some important vacations Kagami and Kuroko spend over the years  Sharing is caring (sometimes)  17/08 | kagakuro | PG-13 |drabble Sight of the sun  21/08 | kagakuro | PG-13 | ficlet | au Little things  22/08 | kagakuro | PG-13 | ficlet Don’t ignore me  23/08 | kagakuro | PG-13 | drabble

·       September

Terrible teacher 02/09 | kagakuro | PG-13 | drabble Accidents happen  07/09 | kagakuro | PG-13 | drabble

·       October

Blind Fate 02/10 | kagakuro | PG | 4k+ | au | Kagami and Kuroko get set up for a blind date, but it doesn't go according to plan, except it does. Heartthrob 10/10 | kagakuro | PG | 3k+ | Kuroko is a real heartthrob. The sword and the stone 12/10 | kagakuro | PG | 2k+ | au | Kagami and Kuroko travel together and find themselves in a...situation. Interesting times 22/10 | kagakuro | PG-13 | 1k+ | au | Tetsuya is in an impossible position and Kagami only makes it worse by trying to make it better.

·       November

People like us 06/11 | kagakuro | M | 12k+ | slight au |There is but one rule which people have to obey. Don't fall in love with someone other than your assigned partner. Kuroko Tetsuya falls in love with someone who is not his assigned partner.

·       December

Spoons  10/12 | kagakuro | PG-13 | drabble Once a day  16/12 | kagakuro | drabble | au Green eyed monster 19/12 | aomomo | PG | ficlet Acceptance is hard 27/12 | kagakuro | PG | ficlet

Overall Thoughts:

most productive months: March, April 

least productive months: September, November 

ofc this counts the number of fics posted. I only posted one fic in Novenber which was supposed to go for the kagakuro au month but I am terrible and didn’t make it. orz 

full fics: 15

drabbles/ficlets: 40

I wanna thank @steffelchen for being a total sweetheart and drawing me wonderful fanart for my fics this past year and for leaving long and detailed comments. 

Thank you for all the people I wrote fic for <3 It means a lot to me that you liked my writing.

Looking back, did you write more fic than you thought you would this year, less, or about what you’d predicted?

Hard to say since I haven’t counted last years’ writing and forgive me but I don’t feel like doing it anyway lmao. I think I wrote a bit less. I definitely did not wrote all the fics I planned and predictably I started new wips heh and some shorter pieces gave me ideas for more longer fics/snippet fics.

 What pairing/genre/fandom did you write that you would never have predicted in January? 

Uh, none? I wrote 99% kagakuro and 1% was aomomo lol. I DID have a brief moment when I wanted to write for the mentalist bc I finished the series finally, but somehow…it never happened. Meh

 What’s your own favorite story of the year? 

From full/longer fics: the aomomo one sentence fics definitely.

From short drabbles: Sharing is caring

 Did you take any writing risks this year?

I guess. I wrote a bit more angst and some not really fluffy and shippy pieces, which were still concerning pairings I liked so…yeah.

 Do you have any fanfic or profic goals for the new year? Eeeh, I wanna write more in general, I wanna write my other knb ships, I wanna write more gen and maybe try writing other fandoms I am in forever. That’s all.

 From my past year of writing, what was…

My best story of this year:

You tell me lol. I have no idea.

 My most popular story of this year:

That’s kind of hard to say bc the most traction get my drabbles/ficlets bc I write them most frequent, but it’s hard to tell which of those got the most traction in 2017. Going by the amunts of notes on tumblr would be the valentine’s day ficlet Is it? which gets 49 notes. Also it’s such a random fics lol.

The second one is Hush (you pervs. But also really??? That fic? Lmao)

 Story of mine most under-appreciated by the universe, in my opinion: THE FICS I STRUGGLED WITH THE MOST:

What’s mine is yours

People Like us

 Most fun story to write:

The Aomomo one sentence fics.

 Story with the single sexiest moment: lmao. Considering I only wrote one smut…but I liked the uh ‘sex’ scene in People like us.

 Most “holy crap, that’s wrong, even for you” story: n/a

 Story that shifted my own perceptions of the characters: n/a

 Hardest story to write:

People Like us. I…sort of lost the drive in the middle bc I started to think about the subject matter more than I should and bc it was taking soooo looong.

Also Hush because I realized as always I just can’t write porn lol

Biggest disappointment: 

What’s mine is yours. I really liked writing it, and It was kind of a big project yet it just seemed not many people cared : (

Biggest surprise: Dunno

Most unintentionally telling story: idk

Highlights + Wrap-up: Favourite Opening Lines (3):

1.       Kagami thinks he’s got this. He can keep his calm even when he’s buzzing around in his seat for the past three hours of the delay, but then he sees him and he loses it.

2.       Kagami stared at the simple bento box held out to him and then at Kuroko.

3.       After turning thirty, Daiki noticed that there were a lot more things which were pissing him off about the world, but one thing which was at the top of the list was spending ~quality~ time with Tetsu-kun and Kagamin as Satsuki still insisted on calling them.

Favourite Closing Lines (4):

1.       Whatever, he had a few months to make the best damn vanilla shake in the world.

2.       "Hey." Taiga said and brushed the last stray tears from his eyes.

"Yes?"

"Let's get a kid."

The brilliant smile was all he need as an answer.

3.       Yes, parents should get involved. He didn’t care anymore that their daughter didn’t express almost any personal interest in basketball, but hey at least she was doing something sport related, right?

Just…did it really have to be baseball?

4.       "Let's go." He said and pulled Tetsuya down under water with him, where they both explored the secrets of the deep blue sea.

Favorite 5 Line(s) from Anywhere:

1.       The only thing which was missing was a kiss." Tatsuya mused and then looked at Kagami.

"Or did you? Kiss I mean."

"No!" Kagami yelled scandalized, finally out of his daze. His face felt like it was on fire.

2.       And despite the edge of the table digging uncomfortably into his stomach it was the first kiss in a long while which made Tetsuya’s heart flutter instead of making his stomach sink.

3.       Satsuki knew that Aomine was fast, but it was still incredible how he bolted when the light changed from red to green.

4.       “Daiki.” She only ever used his full name when she thought he was exceptionally annoying or stupid. “I’m pregnant. You can’t be more girly than that.”

5.       “It seems that Kagami-kun is having improper thoughts.” Kuroko said lips nibbling on his sweet treat. “And in public.” He added as if he was disappointed but it was obvious he was making fun of him.

[sagestreet]

Therapists as mirrors for love interests (’Sherlock’)

I know I promised to write a post about the sculptures in TST, but I’ve just returned from a looong holiday, most of which I spent driving along sunny country roads, listening to the radio (or my boyfriend snoring) and thinking (daydreaming), so I had a couple of epiphanies I wanted to share with you, and I need to write them down before I forget them all.

I just realised that there’s this one statement ghost!Mary in TLD makes that is weirdly specific:

(x)

“You found four men and one woman,” she says when she recounts John’s search for a new therapist. And then she adds, “And you’re done with the world being explained to you by a man,” (which is the dubious second part of that quote that a lot of us didn’t buy, seeing as this is John talking to himself, and we just know he’s SO not done with Sherlock, but oookay).

So, what’s so ‘weirdly specific’ about this sentence? Well, the ‘four men and one woman’ part, seeing as s4 as a whole seems to be some sort of opposite!land where everything is turned on its head (as I pointed out here).

In reality, it was the other way around. John found four women (!) and one man (!)...as love interests, I mean.

Before Mary, John had four girlfriends (that we know of) and then stopped seeing women altogether because he had found his man (Sherlock) and picked him over all the women in the world.

In this weird opposite!land that is s4, John found four men and one woman and picked the woman over all and any of the men.

In other words, while, on the surface level, Mary is talking about therapists not love interests here, on a symbolic level she’s talking about girlfriends and boyfriends. 

Undergoing therapy is coded as falling in love/forming a relationship with someone here. (Not because you should literally fall in love with your therapists, people! Don’t do that. No, because, on a metaphorical level, your life partner is somebody who heals you and makes you whole.)

So, let’s look at the way ghost!Mary presents this issue: John found an overabundance of men everywhere, but ultimately chose a woman. Because men are ‘Ugh-Bleurgh-Ew-Who-needs-them’, and a woman is better suited to him. Allegedly.

In reality, John dated a lot of women (there was an overabundance of women who were interested in him, you could say) but he picked a man to share his life with because that man was the exact opposite of ‘Ugh’ and ‘Ew’ to him.:)

Now, if this mirroring is correct than one of the male therapists that ghost!Mary describes as oh-so-inadequate-and-wrong for John should be a strong Sherlock mirror.

And, hey, look at that:

He is a Sherlock mirror. 

Note how they could have easily decided to show us the website of that one female therapist that John ultimately picked: fake!Elsa, ie, Eurus. But they didn’t. They gave us a brief look of the website of one of the male (!) therapists despite ghost!Mary’s dismissive statement according to which John would never pick a man.

Ha! So, a male therapist (read: a boyfriend) is oh-so-wrong for John, but we’re going to show you his website? Oookay. Yeah. Sure.

Now, how is this man a Sherlock mirror?

(Read more under the cut...)

Well, first of all, let me say that I screamed when I checked this screenshot upon return from my holiday because it fit so nicely with the idea I had had while off the internet and on the road. 

I literally screamed because...look...

The guy isn’t just a psychiatrist. He’s a consultant (!) psychiatrist. Like, you know, one consulting (!) detective we know.

His name is Chambers. And we all know that ‘Holmes’ is a homophone of the word ‘homes’. So, erm...homes...chambers...Nice!

The 15+ years of experience this therapist has to offer doesn’t correspond completely to the 10+ years that Sherlock has, but then who knows how long Sherlock has been doing his detecting shtick before he started to work with Scotland Yard.

We know Sherlock can, indeed, travel internationally (to Belarus or off to save Irene Adler from being beheaded or to flee the country after, allegedly, jumping off a building). This is actually even more fun if you remember that Sherlock is more than just our Sherlock, he’s the Sherlock Holmes character that has existed for more than 120 years. On a meta level, Sherlock Holmes can and did (!) travel internationally like whoa!

When it comes to the (more blurry) fine print there are two things that stuck out to me:

Home detox! Like...you know: detox at Baker Street? Yeah, this is a Sherlock mirror, all right.

(Also, if Holmes=homes, does that mean that ‘home detox’ = Holmes’ detox?)

The other thing in the fine print made me *rofl* because...

...‘Medical escort services’ sounds a lot like ‘male escort services’.:)

Is Sherlock some kind of pricy prostitute (see prices above)?;)

I’m kidding, but it was still funny.

The rest of the fine print is kinda funny too when you apply it to Sherlock.

The main reason why I think this therapist is a mirror, though, is the fact that they’ve used the universal sign for ‘mirror’ on this show:

They’ve put him in front of a mirror. Ha!

So, this guy is a Sherlock mirror. And since Sherlock himself is also always a John mirror...as per, ‘I am you,’ in TSoT...

...we get the reflection of John’s face on the therapist’s website.

Because John is also, in a sense, Sherlock’s ‘therapist’. They both heal each other and make each other whole. 

Also they’re each other’s escort service ahem...companions.:)

So, that’s why ghost!Mary tells us: Nope, a man is wrong for you John. You don’t want a male therapist (read: love interest). You need a woman.

And it doesn’t even matter if you’re on the EMP bandwagon (like I am) or not. It doesn’t matter if this is actually John who (via his inner!Mary) tells himself that a man is wrong for him and he needs a woman. Or if this is all in Sherlock’s EMP and Sherlock is the one thinking this. It doesn’t matter. It’s both equally heartbreaking.

Buuuut...

The ‘four men and one woman’ thing means that we’re in a mirrorverse of some sort (whether it’s EMP or alibi theory or John’s blog or unreliable-narrator-verse doesn’t matter). We are in opposite!land. Because in reality it was the other way around: four women and one man!

That means that the rule of opposites applies to the outcome, too:

So, in reality, the woman is wrong for John. The man is the right choice for him.

And we even get a confirmation:

Because the woman John picked in TLD (fake!Elsa, ie, Eurus) is a lying, manipulative bitch who causes him a lot of pain by eventually shooting him with a gun. (Remember John is basically a symbol for Sherlock’s heart. Sherlock’s heart is shot by a gun that was held by a lying woman.) That means that somehow fake!Elsa, ie, Eurus is a mirror for Mary, doesn’t it? Well, lying, manipulative bitch could have told us that.

This leaves us with the following questions: 

1) Are therapists only mirrors for love interests in this odd mirrorverse that is s4 (whether EMP or not)? Or is this mirroring a general theme on the show?

I can remember at least one therapist who was a love interest mirror, too (in THoB):

Also...

2) In TLD, ghost!Mary says that John doesn’t want anyone at work to know he has a therapist. If we substitute therapist for ‘love interest’, we find that...well, John’s apparently scared people at work will find out he’s interested in a man. (Because this can only apply to male love interests. Obviously he’s comfortable with flirting with women at the office. He’s done it with Sarah and, possibly off-screen, with Mary.) John is hyper-aware of what people think of him. He doesn’t want anyone to find out.

3) Then ghost!Mary proceeds to say that John wanted to see someone during working hours. Remember on the surface level this is about a therapist. But if we take this to mean a love interest on a symbolic level, then it applies to Mary. John worked with Mary. Hence: he saw her during working hours. (BTW, this could have applied to Sherlock, too. He worked with Sherlock, too. But ghost!Mary already told us that choosing a man was wrong-wrong-doubly-triply-wrong for John.)

4) And then ghost!Mary drops THE bombshell by saying that John chose a therapist by picking the one who was closest to his work, the one who was available within cycling distance. Well, that tells us all we need to know about his marriage to Mary. We know John cycles back and forth to work (mainly to avoid driving with Mary.) So, she is literally always in cycling distance of him. And he picked her, not because she’s the love of his life. She. Was. Available. That’s it. No big romance. Boom.

5) One last thing. Why does ghost!Mary mention four men and one woman (which corresponds to the reality of four girlfriends and one guy). Why doesn’t she include herself? In reality, Mary was girlfriend number 5 (!) and then became John’s wife. So, in opposite!land, ghost!Mary should have said, ‘Five (!) men and one woman.’ So, why does she say four?

There are two possible answers:

A) ghost!Mary doesn’t count herself because that one option (therapist, read: love interest) that John picked, the choice that he made, is a combination of Sherlock and Mary. (As @ebaeschnbliah discovered a long time ago, Mary is a very strong Sherlock mirror in general. And becomes an even stronger one in s4 where she even gets his curls.)

B) Another possible answer is that Mary never existed in the first place. 

No, hear me out. The reality is: four girlfriends and one man. That’s it. All of s3 is somehow (whether EMP or not) not real. Mary never existed. She was created as a Sherlock mirror. So, for John, a relationship with her is like, a heterosexual relationship with a female Sherlock, in a sense. And s3 and 4 show us how wrong that would be. Sherlock needs to be a man. It does make a difference that he’s a man. There are tons of hints that Mary never existed (she took the name of a stillborn girl, for example). TLD gives us the strong hint that she’s just a hallucination (whether John of Sherlock’s doesn’t matter). 

This recount of four male therapists and one female therapist, which in reality translates to four real, existing female love interests and one real, existing male love interest, could indeed mean, that John’s ‘girlfriend-counter’ stopped after four. There never was a number five. There never was a Mary.

I don’t know if that’s true. It’s just a theory.

PS: How did this post get so long. I only meant to type a few words and get back to the sculpture post about TST which I promised @ebaeschnbliah.

I’ll be back. I promise. (Still unpacking some of my suitcases after my holidays. No pink ones, though.:))

Tagging a few people off the top of my head who might be interested in this: @ebaeschnbliah @sarahthecoat @monikakrasnorada @devoursjohnlock @gosherlocked

All screencaps taken from here.

More of my Sherlock meta: HERE or under my ‘sherlock meta’ tag.

[buckygirl-fanfiction]

Sparks Chapter 1

Pairing: Bucky(POV) X Reader(POV) ft. other members of the avengers team.

Word Count: 2.1K

Summary: y/n a member of the Stark scientific research team meets Bucky after waking him up from cryo sleep. She fits him with a new arm and a friendship begins to grow. 

A/N: This is a story about two people building a great friendship and then slowly falling in love. y/n is a strong, independent, and smart scientist. She meets Bucky when she wakes him up from cryo sleep and they become friends. This is going to have all the angst / best friends falling in love / fluff / drama / & eventual smut ;) that I can possibly fit in it. This fic is going to be looong! So far my document is like 66 pages. So editing is hard If you catch any grammatical or formatting errors let me know.

June 8, 2015

Bucky’s POV

I saw a faint figure and a bright light. Then nothing but black.

…

More bright light, this time I was awake long enough to make out a blur of something long and dark walking away from me. But the light was too bright to get a clear picture of anything. Then more black.

…

“Can you dim the lights?” I hear a gentle voice. “Hello?” “Can you hear me?” My eyes flutter open only for a couple seconds. The light in the room isn’t as overbearing as usual and this time my surroundings don’t blind me. I am able to make out a women standing in front of me with long black hair. But, I don’t get a good enough look before I pass out again.

…

June 10, 2015

“Alright Mr. Barnes. Time to wake up”. I hear a distinctly different voice. It’s a deep male voice, not gentle at all, and kind of annoying. “Mr. Barnes can you hear me. Open your eyes if you can please.” The deep tone of his voice wasn’t pleasing at all, infact my head starts pounding at the sound. The lights don’t help with my splitting migraine as I open my eyes i’m blinded again. “Well hello”. The man continues. “I’m doctor Axelrod. You’ve just been revived from the cryo-chamber two days ago. Do you know who you are?” The tall scruffy man looms over me holding a clipboard and pen in his hands.

(y/n)’s POV

I roll my eyes, annoyed. I stare across the floor through the glass of the examination room. Inside I catch a glimpse of Dr. Axelrod, along with a nurse by his side, looming over Barnes.

“I should be the one doing the post-op” I say to Dr. Helen Cho who is looking through a microscope and jotting down notes on a yellow legal pad.

“Well Axelrod beat you to it,” she says continuing her work.

“He didn’t beat me to it.” I stress the last syllable. “I was here two days alright! Have not gone home in two days so I could be here when he woke up and do the post-op”. I say as I spin myself around on the lab stool trying keep myself distracted. “Not my fault overlord Axelrod thinks he has first dibs on everything”.

“He does have dibs on everything, he runs the facility” Cho says. “Don’t be so obsessive”

“I’m rolling my eyes at you by the way. Just thought I’d let you know since you haven’t looked up from that microscope in about a week now, so don’t lecture me on obsessive” I say to Helen. “Anyways i’m not being obsessive”.

“Yes you are.”

“Then what do you call what you’re doing?”

Helen looks up from her work and at me for the first time in our conversation. “I’m dedicating my time to scientific inquiry. It’s important”.

“So am I!” I retort. “He is the first subject we have ever put into cryo-sleep in over a century. We’ve cut into his brain. A brain, if I may add, that has had numerous chemical alterations. Not to mention the whole secret mind control spy thing. You don’t think that warrants any serious scientific inquiry?”

“I do… and lucky Axelrod gets to do all the inquiring” Cho says once again looking through her notes. “You have other projects. Focus on those.”

“I have other boring projects” I moan. “That are all pre-approved by boring old scientists like Axelrod who get to do all the fun new innovative stuff”.

“OHhh no fair I don’t get to prod at the cute super-soldier’s brain” Cho playfully mocks me.

“OHhh no fair, I never get to do any original scientific work” I say back imitating her tone.

“Go home… get some sleep” Cho says. “Aren't you fitting him with his new arm tomorrow? You can inquire after his brain chemistry then.”

“A new arm that I designed” I chime in.

“Yeah, yeah” Cho says.

“Can’t believe I spend two days here” I say grabbing my clipboard and heading to the lockers.

With my messenger bag around my shoulder I head out of the tower. It’s brisk and dark in a peaceful way, almost refreshingly.

“Y/N?” I hear someone call my name and I turn around. I see Steve walking towards me.

“Yeah?” I know Steve a little, through Cho, and i’ve seen him at a couple office parties. The last time we talked he asked me to keep an eye on his best friend. I eagerly agreed curiosity getting the better of me. Neurology is my thing after all and Barnes seemed like a fascinating candidate for study.

“Is Bucky awake?” He asks me.

“Yeah, Axelrod beat me to it” I say. “He’s up there with him right now”.

“Axelrod…” Steve said. Funny, I thought, he almost sounds disappointed. Well I’m right there with you buddy.

“Yeah not the best bedside manner, but he’s in good hands. Go check on him. I’ll see you later”.

“Thanks for keeping an eye on him y/n” He says and I turn back and start to walk towards my apartment. It’s only a 10 minute walk away and it’s such a beautiful night. My shoes click on the pavement, echoing through the dark. I can’t believe I spend two days at the lab… I think to myself. Never again…

…

June 11, 2015

The next day I come in later than usual and head up to the lab to find Cho still in her lab jacket typing away at a keyboard. “Have you been here all night?” I ask.

“Yeah. Fascinating stuff. Really close to a breakthrough” she says not even looking up to greet me. Man I miss being so engrossed in my work like that. For god sakes i’m a scientist with multiple doctorates: biochemistry, neurology, and biomedical engineering and what am I doing? I’m basically a glorified personal assistant. I shouldn’t be complaining. I’m at a great position and if I’m going to be assisting anyone it might as well be Dr. Axelrod who is a certified world renowned genius. He still irks me though.

“y/n” And there I go being called to assist. “Great you’re here. I’m leaving for a briefing. I was hoping to fit Mr. Barnes with his new prosthesis today. But, I’m being called away so you’re going to have to do it. You got everything under control, right? I should be back soon if you need any help.”

“Yep.” I say as calmly as possible. Obviously I have everything under control I designed the damn thing. WHY WOULD I NEED HELP! To think he almost hijacked this project from me too. Rolling my eyes I watch him give me a awkward thumbs up and walk away. I grab one of the nurses and get everything ready. Flipping through some of Axelrod’s post-op notes, I walk towards Barnes’ room. “Hello” I say walking through the door to see the gigantic figure sitting on the bed. He’s wearing blue hospital pants and a white tank top. I’m greeted with a faint smile, a handshake, and a simple ‘hi’. “I’m Dr. y/n y/l/n. I’m going to be fitting you with a new prosthesis today”. He let out a quiet breath indicating that he was ready. For someone who has been asleep for a year he doesn’t seem very talkative. I get a closer look at his arm and the scars that seem to indicate the ghost of his old prosthetic arm. It was most likely very painfully welded onto him. Ouch I think to myself. He looks at me while I fiddle around with the end of his limb. It’s not a long procedure actually but I take my time curiosity getting the best of me again. “How do you feel?” I ask. His replies are short and very general. And at last when I come to the conclusion that i’m not going to get anything interesting out of him. I finally lift up his new metal arm and walk towards him. I’m holding it against my waist with my forearm against what will be his new left biceps. I simply click it with a twist onto his shoulder piece and it makes a faint noise. With his now metal arm still resting on the side of my waist I squeeze the top of his biceps and very quickly run the tips of my fingers gently down the length of his newly attached arm in one swift move.

“Whoa,” He says pulling back a little. Well that was the first true reaction I’ve gotten out of him since I walked in. He looks up at me and shivers. “I felt that.” He says almost amazed. I can’t help but let out a small laugh.

“Yep new and improved sensory receptors” I say. Good job y/n I think to myself. Not too shabby designing a next-gen prosthetic arm like this. Not too shabby…

“That’s it?” He asks looking at me questioningly.

“Yep”.

“Well the last time I did this I remember it quite differently and a lot more painfully”. He says.

“Well,” I begin “The arm is attached through magnets. So no invasive surgery required. And it’s lightweight, still stronger than any normal prosthetic so you can go do your superhero stuff… Umm that’s basically it” I say. “Uhh hold on” I grab a pair of scissors and lean over his shoulder and cut off the tag that says mark 73.

Apparently my hair brushed against him because he says, “I felt your hair”.

“Oh ha sorry I say”. Putting the scissors on the metal tray along with the identification tag. I twist up my hair into a bun, damn thing always getting everywhere.

“No.” he says. “It was nice. I mean, feeling things again.”

“Yeah. I mean I was concerned a little about how it would test in field situations. Because of sensitivity. If you get hurt you’re going to feel it. But I worked through that around mark 60” I say organizing the tray of tools. “You can actually just turn it off. The sensory receptors I mean.” I walk towards him. “Give me your hand” I take his metal fingers in my hand. “Tap your index finger three times on the center of your palm.” I watch him do it and then I tap my fingers against his arm. “No feeling, see.” He gives me a quizzical look and taps his middle finger against his palm again.

“You really put a lot of work into this.” Well yeah I mean I was bored, I think to myself. “Thanks” he says.

“Hello. Mr. Barnes.” Dr. Axelrod’s booming voice comes from behind me. “I hope Y/N did a good job installing your new limb.” He walks over to Barnes and knocks on his metal arm. “Can you feel that?”

“Yes,” Barnes says.

“Ah fascinating. I don’t know why she wasted so much time on sensory receptors. I personally wanted her to focus more on the weaponizable aspects. Thought that would be more to your taste since your a field agent.” Axelrod went on. I was kind of getting annoyed now. It was almost like he was putting down my design. Please, like he could do better.

“Well, we are about quality of life here” I retort.

“A man does need his machinery.” Axelrod stated and looked toward Barnes with a eerie smile on his face “we should get started with your physiological and physical evaluation.

That was my cue to leave. But before I do I snarkily said, “Well like you said he is a man not a machine. So I thought a sense of touch would be more valuable than sticking nuclear weapons in his arm.” I grab my clipboard and walk out of the room. But not before catching a glimpse of a crooked smile on Barnes face.

“Hey how’d he like the arm” Cho says walking towards me her eyes slightly rimmed with red. Probably from all the sleep deprivation. She has her bag on her shoulder.

“I think he liked it. Axelrod on the other hand, as usual, found a couple faults” I say rolling my eyes. “You finally going home?”

“Yeah after lunch, you wanna come with? I’m meeting Wanda” She says. “Yeah sure why not” I say walking towards the locker room to grab my bag.

“y/n!” I hear Axelrod’s voice call. “Make sure you submit your progress reports to me by tonight”.

“Progress reports?” Cho asks as we walk towards the locker room. “Since when?”

“Since he monitors everything I do.”

…

Bucky’s POV

I watched Dr. y/l/n walk away through the glass towards a tall asian woman. She absentmindedly tugged at the bun in her hair undoing the knot. Her hair was long and black and fell all the way down her back. The rest of the day passed uneventfully and tediously. Tests after tests. But Dr. y/l/n’s words kept coming back to me. “He is a man not a machine”.

[caroloftheshells]

(disclaimer that i am one (1) white american, i’m not an expert or a musicologist, and i have not listened to All Pop Music so my perspective is somewhat limited by that and ymmv) short answer is sometimes but not always? looong explanation/thoughts on this under the cut (i apologize for how long this got)

to me it seems like timbre and rhythm/flow have an increased importance in current pop music (taken broadly as “popular music” that’s meant for audio-centric engagement rather than notation and reproduction by other artists), partially due to the influence of digital composition and mixing technology. so the parameters of, like, functional harmony or melodic contour are often not the defining factor for a particular subgenre or artist (it might be more important to talk about lyrical delivery or flow, vocal stylings, mixing, or instrumental / synth palette when comparing one artist to another). 

however, harmony is still an important factor for many artists! i’ve noticed plagal motion being a thing, but there are other harmonic trends i think too, depending on style. one recent harmonic trend that i’ve seen people comment on re: pop is the idea that even when there’s a clear chord-to-chord progression going on, that progression doesn’t need to have a clear tonal center at all. i’ve found a couple articles on carly rae jepsen that get into this, since her music specifically tends to do this perpetual looping through chords that aren’t the tonic to imply a tonic that never arrives. “teenage dream” by katy perry is another good example of this.

but yeah, one reason this post was focused on plagal motion is that IV-I or IV-i as a phrase closer, or IV as a way to imply that I/i comes next, is a common through-line in at least american pop/recorded music that, by contrast, doesn’t show up a lot in common-practice western classical music. and i think that's partially traceable back to its use in 12-bar blues progressions (?) given that those go something like I-I-I-I-IV-IV-I-I-V-IV-I-V, where IV is always a trigger for I to come next. honestly there’s probably more relevant history pre-blues, but this idea that IV or IV7 logically goes to I (or i) has stuck around through various genre mutations, hybrids, and appropriations.

some examples of IV as a quasi-dominant today (other than the I-IV hammering of “i love it” mentioned above) are the 12-bar blues progression (which is still a thing), that “four chords” thing (I-V-vi-IV on loop), and the more pop-punk-ish I/i-III-VII-IV progression (here, here, here)-- which as a bonus uses a relative plagal or descending fourth motion to get from III to VII and from VII to IV along with IV to I/i.

more important i think is this general idea that V is not at all necessary when you want to imply that it’s time to return to I or i-- and going even further, you don’t need a “V of” the next chord for the next chord to make sense (whether it’s a tonic chord or not). even among the pop progressions that have a clear tonal center, and not all do, many of them don’t use V or fifth relationships at all-- “halo” by beyoncé (I-ii-vi-IV) comes to mind; this same progression was also used more recently in “delicate” by taylor swift. instead of fifths, the progression is carried by relations of fourths or thirds (ii-vi is a plagal / descending fourth motion, which is paired with IV-I, the plagal / descending fourth motion a third away). or in other cases you have progressions that work by chromatic planing (parallel motion between harmonies); see here: x x x x x and those are just a few examples.

this turned into a super long post because it’s a complicated topic and i wanted to answer this question as best i can! but also i’m still trying to learn more and come to my own conclusions, so  ¯\_(ツ)_/¯

i love pop harmony