#my body is struggling lmaooooo

[matt-murdockk]

Stealth

pairing: matt murdock x Black Widow!fem!reader

words: 3.5k

summary: Retired from your old life, you had comfortably settled down at Hell's Kitchen running a bookstore next to Nelson & Murdock. When your past comes knocking at your door again, you pray to god it doesn't affect your relationship with Matt. 

warnings: cussing, lack of proofreading (rip), canon typical violence, it’s mostly action, fluff, and comedy 

a/n: going through the matt drafts like my life depends on it lmaooooo enjoy <3

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Blood dripped from your busted lip as you looked up from your knees, another blow snapping your head to the side. Your assailant loomed above you, fists still clenched, breathing heavy. You laughed at him, knowing that even after his efforts and all that he's putting you through, he is either going to walk away without the information he's in search of, or he's not going to be able to walk away at all. 

"I'm asking you one last time, bitch. Where is she?"

"Go to hell," you sneered, your voice dripping with malice. 

Before he could react, you surged upward, slamming your shoulder into his gut. He stumbled back with a grunt— off balance just long enough for you to twist, swing your leg out, and sweep his feet from under him. He hit the ground hard, and you didn’t give him time to recover. You dropped your weight on his chest, drove your knee into his ribs, then slammed your forehead into his nose with a sickening crack.

He yelled, tried to shove you off, but you were faster— rolled to your side, hooked your tied wrists under his chin, and yanked back with everything you had. His head snapped back. The struggle was short. One last jerk, and he slumped beneath you, out cold.

You sat there for a moment, breathing hard, blood on your tongue and your pulse roaring in your ears. You managed to free your hands, the binds falling away. Instinctively, you brought one hand up to rub at the angry, red mark circling your opposite wrist— thumb pressing into the sore skin as you exhaled through your nose, steadying yourself.

Slowly but carefully, you staggered towards the dresser and pulled out the burner phone you had stashed away, to be used only in case of emergencies. You called the only other number on the phone, your voice strained but low. 

"Yelena. We have a problem." 

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"Mac and cheese? I make really good mac and cheese."

"No, Yelena. I'm good."

"Suit yourself."

You sat at the counter of your kitchen, icing your split lip. Yelena rummaged through the pantry, letting out a satisfied 'a-ha' when she found a box of Kraft mac and cheese tucked all the way at the back. You know, the usual routine after you get rid of a body with your colleague from ages ago. 

"So, is now a good time for you to tell me why a guy broke into my apartment asking for you, or..."

"You sure you don't want my mac and cheese? Trust me, it's really—"

"Yelena." 

"Alright, fine. I may be on the run from the Ranskahov brothers."

You exhaled sharply, dragging a hand down your face, jaw tight and eyes closing in defeat. "You're what?"

"It is no big deal, I can deal with it."

"No big deal? Yelena, a man broke into my apartment at midnight and we just got rid of his unconscious body."

"Your point being?"

"Wh— This is a big deal!" you exclaimed, unable to comprehend how she was so relaxed about it.

"Relax, Sunshine. I got this under control, I promise."

You stared at her, slack-jawed. “Clearly, you don’t. I just took a punch to the face in my own apartment because of your mess.”

She shrugged, unfazed as she stirred the mac and cheese with a wooden spoon. “Well, technically he was already in your apartment. You were just... surprised to see him.”

You set the ice pack down with a thud. “You’re unbelievable.”

“Oh, come on,” she said, grinning. “What happened to that sharp reflexes, stone-cold killer, don’t-mess-with-me energy? Getting soft?”

You narrowed your eyes. “You think I’m out of touch?”

Yelena tilted her head, weighing it. “You’ve been... domesticated.”

You raised an eyebrow. “Try me.”

She considered you for a beat, then gave a small, amused nod. “Alright. Point taken.”

You leaned back, arms folded. “Let’s end this. You and me. Whatever's left of the Ranskahov crew— we shut it down.”

Yelena raised her hands in mock surrender. “Your words, not mine. I’m just here for emotional support and cheese.”

Then, a beat passed. She stirred the pot idly, quieter now. “You sure you're up for this?”

You gave her a look.

“No, I mean really,” she said. “You're not worried about the lawyer finding out?”

You froze, just for a second.

“It’s been, what— five, six months?” Yelena added, not unkindly. “You think he’s gonna notice if you disappear for a day or two?”

You glanced down at the counter. “It’s not about him noticing.”

Yelena shrugged. “So what is it?”

You didn’t answer right away. The silence between you filled with the soft bubbling of the stovetop and your pulse in your ears.

“It’s just... different now,” you said finally.

Yelena gave you a knowing look. “I mean, no one’s gonna know. It’s what we do, isn’t it?”

You looked up at her.

“Ghost in, ghost out. We finish what we started.”

“Let the record show,” you said, getting to your feet, “I’m helping because you nearly got me killed. Again.”

“Let the record also show,” she said, sliding a bowl across the counter to you, “I did not ask for help.”

You took the bowl, a smile tugging at your lips despite yourself— soft, almost reminiscent. There was something familiar about the moment. The crappy mac and cheese. The bruises. The adrenaline still fading from your bloodstream. For a second, it felt like the old days. Like the good parts in between the hell you went through. 

Yelena caught the look immediately. “Aha,” she said, pointing the spoon at you. “You missed this.”

“Shut up.”

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The next afternoon, your shop smelled like cinnamon and dust— paperbacks piled on mismatched shelves, the old ceiling fan overhead rattling faintly in protest. In complete contrast to your past, you had made quite a home for yourselves at a cosy little corner of hell's kitchen, snuggled right next to the Nelson & Murdock office.

Matt sat across from you at the little table in the back corner, his cane resting against the chair, his jacket draped on the back of it. 

The two of you had made a habit of lunching here once or twice a week— sometimes with food, sometimes with nothing but stubborn cases and terrible coffee. Today it was takeout from the Thai place around the block.

You pushed your noodles around with your fork, watching him sip his tea like it wasn’t hot enough to melt steel.

“So,” Matt said casually, “about tonight— I was going to ask if we could rain check.”

You blinked. “Oh— yeah. I was going to say the same thing. I’ve got some errands to run."

He nodded. “Foggy dropped a mountain of files on my desk this morning. I’ll be chained to the office most of the night.”

He said it too neatly. No stammer. No sigh. No frustration about the files. Just a clean, compact sentence, tied with a bow.

Your eyes narrowed— just barely. There it was. That was his tell. You almost knew it by heart now. He didn’t fidget, didn’t shift in his seat. He stilled. Too polished. Too calm.

He was lying.

You smiled like you believed him.

“That’s a shame,” you said lightly, taking a sip of your water. “I was kind of looking forward to it.”

“I was too,” he said, and he meant it— just not the way he said.

You nodded and changed the subject, let it drop between you like nothing had happened. If he noticed anything off in your tone, he didn’t show it. Eventually, he gathered his things and stood.

“I’ll call you later?” he offered.

“Yeah,” you said, standing with him. “We’ll pick a better night.”

He reached for his jacket, adjusted the fold of his cane, and turned to leave— when the bell above the door jingled.

Yelena stepped inside, sunglasses perched in her hair, a paper bag in one hand and a too-innocent smile on her face.

“Aw, look at this. My two favorite nerds.”

Matt paused mid-step. “Yelena.”

“Mr. Murdock,” she said brightly. “Fancy seeing you here. Hope I’m not interrupting any... legal bonding.”

You deadpanned. “You are. But don’t let that stop you.”

Matt chuckled under his breath. “I’ll leave you to it.”

You watched him leave— pausing just long enough to lean in and press a soft kiss to your lips, quick and warm, like punctuation at the end of a long sentence. Then he was gone.

Yelena waited a full beat after the door shut before turning to you with a look.

“You lied to him, didn’t you?”

You picked up your half-finished drink and took a long sip. “Only because he lied first.”

Yelena looked thrilled. “Ohhh, this is gonna be fun.”

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The docks reeked of salt and rust, the fog rolling in heavy over the water like it had something to hide. Yelena crouched beside you behind a stack of shipping containers, her braid pulled tight, her knives already slick with someone else's blood.

"Four more on the upper level," she said, voice low and steady.

"Two by the crates, one pacing by the boat," you added. "Third’s probably on lookout.”

Yelena grinned. “Just like Budapest.”

“I’m not reminiscing with you while hiding and smelling like fish.”

You were already moving— silent, efficient. Two guards down in under a minute. A third turned, startled, just in time to catch Yelena’s elbow in the face.

You were halfway to the second stack when a thud hit the ground behind you. A figure in red.

You turned, ready to strike.

"Easy," came the familiar voice.

Your heart skipped once. Just once.

Daredevil.

Yelena straightened beside you, blade still in hand. “Dude. What the hell.”

“I’m not here to get in the way, I swear,” Daredevil said, tone even, unreadable. “We could work together.”

You exchanged a look with Yelena. Her brows lifted, daring you to call the shots.

"Fine," you said. “Just, don’t slow us down.”

He nodded once, readying himself— then tilted his head slightly in Yelena’s direction.

“She's new. Who’s your friend?”

Yelena smirked, stepping past him with a gleam in her eye. “Wouldn’t you like to know?”

And then you moved— no time for anything else.

The fight was fast, chaotic— muffled grunts, broken bones, steel against skin. You worked like you'd never left the field. Knife, fist, elbow. Yelena at your side. And Daredevil... flanking, striking, always just in the right place at the right time.

But that was the problem.

He was too good.

He moved like he didn’t even need to look at the layout. God knows if he can even see anything through that mask. Dodged a swing from behind without looking. Tilted his head slightly every time someone approached, like he heard them coming—

And when you shouted, “Duck!” mid-sweep, he reacted a beat faster than sight could manage.

Your chest went cold.

Blind. Bruises. Lies. His voice. Your eyes locked on his masked face mid-spin and suddenly, everything clicked.

Holy shit.

Holy. Shit.

Matt.

You didn’t miss a beat— kept fighting, didn’t let it show. But you knew. And he didn’t know you knew.

And Matt? He was noticing things too.

The precision in your hits. The way you landed without sound. Your balance. Your calm. The way your heartbeat never spiked, even in the thick of blood and noise.

He’d heard it before— more than once, in quieter moments. In the space between conversations at your bookstore, when you handed him a cup of coffee and your fingers brushed his. In the office, when you laughed at something Foggy said and tried to hide it behind a file. He’d memorized your rhythm without ever meaning to.

And now, in the chaos, it was unmistakable. His chest clenched mid-fight.

You.

The realization hit him like a punch to the ribs, followed by an actual punch to the ribs. He quickly recovered and retaliated, still lost in his thoughts.

That was you moving beside him— calculated, silent, lethal.

You weren’t supposed to be here. You weren’t supposed to be like this. But you were. You moved like someone who didn’t just know violence— you had lived in it. Adapted to it. Survived it. He could hear it in the way you breathed, the way you anticipated hits like you'd studied the fight before it even started.

It clicked halfway through the second wave of men— when you threw your body in front of his and took a hit that should’ve been his. You winced, gritted your teeth, and kept moving like nothing happened.

He ducked under a pipe and drove his fist into a man’s gut, head spinning now for a different reason. You weren’t just the girl next door with the most cozy bookstore in the world.

You were trained. Conditioned. Deadly.

Widow, he thought. Of course. Of course, you’re a Widow.

The realization didn’t slow him down— if anything, it made him faster. He pivoted to cover your blind side just as you lunged forward to disarm the final gunman. Back-to-back, two silent protectors tangled in a storm of fists and steel and fury.

The last guy went down hard. Silence followed. Heavy breathing, the clatter of a gun skidding across the dock. You turned to look at Daredevil—

But he was already gone. Just like that.

Yelena jogged up behind you, wiping blood off her knife with a rag. “Okay,” she panted. “That was not part of the plan, but it was less of a shit show than I expected." 

You stared at the empty space where he’d vanished.

Your heart was still racing, but for a very different reason now.

“I… I think I know who that was,” you murmured.

Yelena raised an eyebrow. “Well? Don’t leave me hanging.”

You turned to her slowly, wide-eyed.

“Dude,” you said breathlessly. “You’re not gonna believe this.”

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You slammed the door behind you, tossed your keys into the bowl by the entrance, and stood there for a second, wide-eyed and winded.

Matt. Murdock. Was. Daredevil.

You turned slowly to look at Yelena, who was flopped dramatically on your couch, one boot already off, the other halfway dangling.

"Okay," you said, pacing. "Okay. Okay."

Yelena raised a brow. “That’s a lot of okays.”

“He knows. He knows it’s me.”

"Did he say that?"

"No. But— he was there. Fighting next to me. You don’t just forget a person’s rhythm like that.”

“Alright, Mr Miyagi, calm down,” Yelena muttered. “Did he see your face?”

“No.”

“Then he doesn’t know,” she said with finality, grabbing a handful of popcorn from the bowl she'd found somehow. “But you know he’s Daredevil?”

“Oh yeah.”

“Well... that’s fun,” Yelena said. “Kinky. Do you guys roleplay in the suit?”

You threw a cushion at her.

She ducked it easily, grinning. “Relax, Sunshine. He doesn’t know. We’ll deal with it in the morning.”

The next morning

You woke up to a single text on your phone.

Matt: We need to talk.

Your stomach dropped.

You stared at the screen for a full minute, then looked at Yelena, who was eating cereal out of your favorite mug like it was her house.

“He knows,” you said, voice flat.

She peered over the rim of the mug. “About the Widowing or the lying or the whole knife ballet by the docks?”

“All of it.”

Yelena snorted. “You’re being dramatic. He’s a man. I promise you he noticed nothing.

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He didn’t knock.

You looked up from the counter of your shop just in time to see Matt step through the door— coat slung over one arm, jaw tight, his whole presence coiled and deliberate like he’d been rehearsing this confrontation all the way over. Your chest tightened. Behind the mystery section, Yelena dropped into a crouch like she was on mission.

“Hey,” you said cautiously.

Matt held up his phone. “Got your message.”

You blinked. “I didn’t—”

He arched an eyebrow.

“Right. That message.”

He moved to the counter, leaning forward just slightly. Trying to keep it civil. It wasn’t working.

“You lied to me.”

You crossed your arms. “You’re gonna have to be more specific.”

“Fair enough,” he said flatly. “Last night. The ‘errands’ that somehow involved you taking out the entire Ranskahov crew with a very familiar blonde.”

Yelena’s voice drifted from behind the shelves: “Rude, I was extremely subtle.”

“You stabbed someone while humming Toxic, Yelena,” Matt said flatly.

“It’s called multi-tasking,” she shot back. "Wait, how'd you know I am blonde?"

Matt exhaled sharply through his nose, frustration leaking through his carefully even tone. “I thought I could trust you.”

You blinked, surprised by the weight behind the words.

“I don’t understand why you’d lie to me about something like this,” he went on. “You disappeared for a night, showed up in the middle of a takedown like it was routine, and didn’t think I’d figure it out?”

You crossed your arms, jaw tightening. “Pot, meet kettle.”

Matt’s brow creased. “Excuse me?”

“You’ve been lying to me for months, Matt,” you snapped, eyes narrowing. “So forgive me if I don’t feel guilty for keeping one thing to myself.”

Yelena’s voice chimed in helpfully from behind the shelf. “Technically two things. You also said you were allergic to cats and we both know that’s a lie.”

Matt didn’t even look in her direction. “This isn’t the same, (Y/n).”

“No?” you shot back. “Because I remember you brushing off every bruise, every night you vanished, every time I found blood on your shirt. But when I keep something close to the chest, suddenly it’s a betrayal?”

He looked away for a beat, jaw clenched.  You stepped around the counter, folding your arms. “Yeah. So let’s not throw stones, Daredevil.”

Yelena raised a hand. “I’d like to throw one.”

“Shush,” you and Matt both said in unison.

“You really want to stand there and pretend like you’re on the moral high ground, Matt?”

Yelena popped her head up just long enough to say, “Oooh, he’s going to need ice for that burn,” then ducked back down.

Matt turned back toward you slowly, the fight draining from his posture, replaced by something quieter. Something closer to hurt.

“I’m not mad that you can handle yourself,” he said, softer now. “I’m mad that you didn’t let me in. That you didn’t think I could take it.”

You stared at him for a moment, then sighed. “Funny. I could say the same thing.” 

Yelena coughed meaningfully. “Anyway, since we’re all being honest now, can I get a ruling on whether this is a breakup or foreplay?”

You and Matt both groaned.

Matt turned toward her. “Do you have to be here for this?”

“Yes,” you and Yelena said at the same time.

You exhaled through your nose, some of the tension bleeding out of your shoulders. “I didn’t keep it from you because I didn’t trust you,” you said, voice quieter now. “I kept it from you because I didn’t want to ruin this. Whatever this is.”

Matt nodded slowly, like he understood— because he did. “Yeah. I know the feeling.”

A beat passed.  

“I just didn’t want you in this world,” Matt said after a moment. “Not this part of it.”

You sighed. “I know. And I didn’t want you to see that side of me, either. Not if I didn’t have to.”

A pause. Something gentler settled between you.

“So what now?” you asked. “We just… go back to pretending we’re two normal people who work too much and flirt in the office kitchen?”

Matt smiled faintly. “That wasn’t pretending.”

You mirrored it. “Fair.”

He shifted on his feet. “We’re both good at lying. Maybe too good. But I don’t want to lie to you anymore.”

“Me either.”

Another pause, not quite awkward. Just full. 

From behind the shelf: “Boring. Now either make out or fuck. I need to know what genre this is.”

You and Matt turned to her in sync.

“Get out,” you both said.

Yelena grinned. “Love you too.”

She made for the door with a dramatic little bow. “Don’t do anything I wouldn’t do.”

“I don’t even know what that means,” you muttered. 

After the door shut behind her, the silence felt warmer. Softer. Matt was still observing you, his expression a little looser now, the storm behind his eyes finally settling. You stepped into his space without thinking. His arms slid around you like they’d been waiting for exactly this. 

Your cheek pressed lightly against his chest. “Well,” you murmured, “now what?”

Matt’s hand traced a slow line up your spine. “She gave us options before she left.”

You glanced up at him. “Options? Sounded more like a to-do list to me.”

A small, crooked smile tugged at his lips. “In that case, I have some ideas.”

[pendwelling]

TWSB Genderswap AU thoughts...

(Felt like exploring their designs while in the middle of writing my "What if TWSB Was Genderswapped? : Gender Expectations, Trope Subversion, and How Jung Eunseo's Gender Identity Affects QPB" essay/analysis (which somehow took an somewhat academic turn) 😭 Please look out for that, whenever I finish it... TvT)

I actually spent quite a bit thinking about this lmao (my thought process would make much more sense if you read my essay but it's still a WIP so 🥹👍) Have some fun silly abridged thoughts instead! :

Cédric M. Riester —> Ségolène Benz Riester

I firmly believe that female!Cédric would look a lot like her mom 🥹 Like Mother, Like Daughter! Long hair is a hassle when you're a swordsman, so she keeps it short... (until she gets jealous over Yeseo and Chris bonding over braiding hair TSK)(actually canon tho LOL)

I also gave female!Cédric the name "Ségolène" (Sieglinde) since it's the French female form of "Siegfried" (to which the author originally confirmed was supposed to be his name until it was changed to better fit the Riesterian setting)! "Céline" was also an option, but there's already a Riester ancestor with that name (Ced's grandmother and Frédérique's mom) and I didn't want them to just switch their names or make her "Céline II", and I'm already SO biased towards "Ségolène" hahaha

(As for the middle name. Well. LMAOOOOO It's self-explanatory, but if you're curious, see the screenshots of my IG story justifications later below! I also just thought it was. really funny OTL)

Christelle Olivier Rambouillet —> Christian Aude Rambouillet

A pretty-looking young man by the name of Christian... I chose "Aude" as the middle name, since that was the sister of "Olivier" in the "Chanson de Roland" where the name comes from! It works well, I find, because Aude is also the betrothed of Roland, which ties in to "Christelle/Christian's" character setting of "love interest", and how Ga-in would eventually gain agency outside of it.

I kept male!Chris' hair long because of the significance it carries for Ham Ga-in who couldn't cut it out of respect/guilt for Ollie 🥲 It's quite a small but significant aspect of Ga-in characterization that would translate well into any version of their character: the notion of "this isn't my body, so I must take care of it well in the original owner's place". (And later, the implied future cutting of hair being the resolution of these dilemmas and internal struggle! I love Ham Ga-in a lot...)

(AND YEAH LOL CHRIS IS STILL SHORTER THAN CED, tho if you want to, you can choose to believe that Chris' 19y.o. body still has room for growth xD)

Jung Yeseo:

As for Jung Yeseo... hahaha her name can remain the same! I wanted to draw her as a pretty girl-next-door unnie, who looks studious, gentle, and cute (but surprisingly fierce when angry LMAO)

Major inspiration was taken from brown-haired shoujo-romance MCs! The original body of the MC from "I Raised a Black Dragon" was especially notable for me. Her design was really cute and always reminded me in some way of Yeseo... TTvT

Anyhow, she's naturally a girl who obliviously captures the hearts of both women and men 🥹👍

(And here's my initial messy IG story thoughts!) :

(Additional thoughts from my twitter/x thread 😭) :

In the first place, CeChri in a Genderswap AU would be so funny to me bc woah... Pretty Transmigrated Duke's Son MC x Handsome Crown Princess (who is taller than him)? Revolutionary. It'd probably be a very genre-convention-defying RoFan haha (I WANT IT)

ADDITIONALLY LAUGHING bc FredAu about the engagement would be like: "Sadie, do not worry, you'll like him. Young Lord Christian is a gentle young man known for his reserved personality, who is also very beautiful (reminds a bit of Alex when we were younger...)(insert nostalgic feelings)..."

🔥, after they've finally become acquaintanced: "Not beautiful at all."

🌊 "WTF????"

🔥 "Not gentle either (TSK)."

Ségolène would probably even get pissed off seeing Chris' long hair. As a knight, she always thinks about convenience. Besides, her father could pull it off because he was very beautiful.

🌊 "WOW! Are you really calling your own fiancé ugly then???"

🔥 "And short."

🌊 "............."

Also thinking about Yeseo first transmigrating, trying futilely to remember what Ségolène looks like. According to Eunseo, the main female lead is very beautiful, so Yeseo images a gorgeous woman with long ebony hair who would look amazing in ornate ball gowns worthy of her position as Crown Princess. A cold-hearted beauty.....

Reality —> Gorgeous, tall woman, broad-shouldered and muscular, with short hair and wearing a knight's uniform.

🌷 "!!!?" (JAW DROPS)

'Wow!? Are the standards for female love interests different these days??'

Yeseo is so flustered she can't raise her eyes (Ségolène is too tall 🤭)

"In the first place, isn't the gap between the FL and the 2nd FL too large...?"

Ségolène: Tall, stunning woman in a uniform with fierce eyes. Hair as dark as the night, a figure that looks undoubtedly very reliable and strong. Great with the sword, and would definitely cut you down without hesitation if need be.

Losna: Significantly shorter, gentle-looking beauty with sly eyes. Long golden hair that curls coyly at the ends, divine-looking yet somewhat enticing like a siren. Soft hands that have never touched a blade, but whose tongue could cut deeply while delivering words in the kindest tone.

🌷, heart pounding, flustered (DENSE): (chuckles) "If I were a man, my heart would definitely be in a frenzy! Even the MC is very pretty, too... They truly are the protagonists!!"

🔥 (piercing stare)(wants yeseo so bad)(is it possible for someone to be so lovable?)(cuteness aggression is so real)

🌊 (thinking about how to make yeseo their priest partner)(very determined and having fun)(already making plans to have everyone in an arranged official sleepover that lasts a lifetime<—somewhat warped view of marriage)

Whenever people see CYC together, it's as if the Empress, Cardinal, and Prince Consort have come back from their youth.

A cold-looking and stubborn Crown Princess with a sword, a young powerful Cleric with a gentle face, a Duke's strong and pretty son with long hair.........

FredAu: (fluffy atmosphere, warm sentimentality, fond memories.....)

🌊 "...? Why are they looking at us like that?"

🔥 (knows from FredAu's gazes that she has gotten parental approval)(like mother like daughter LMAO)

🌷 (doesn't know that her fate has been sealed TSKKK)

(If you can't tell, I'm having a lot of fun with this AU LMAO. Please look forward in 19474893 years when I finally finish my What-if Genderswap AU very-serious essay about this topic TTvT👍

[aventurineswife]

Lmaooooo the one with Yor Forger!Reader 😆 Any chance we could get that with Sushang, Feixiao and Qingque? 🤣

Just imagine…someone daring to take a bite—

And then straight keeling over dead to the world. ☠️

“When Love Cooks... but the Kitchen Revolts” | Part 2

Tags: Sushang x Reader, Feixiao x Reader, Qingque x Reader, Crack Fic, Humor/Comedy, Food Gone Wrong, Culinary Disaster, Over-the-Top Reactions, Slight Angst (if you squint), Unintentional Poisoning, Bad Cooking.

Warnings: Food Horror, Exaggerated Reactions, Implied Food Poisoning.

A/N: MY GIRLS ARE GETTING RECOGNITION‼️🗣️🔥✨

[Part 1] | [Part 3]

[Header credits]

Sushang was eager. Very eager. Her wide grin could almost be mistaken for excitement—or was it fear? Either way, she was excited to try what you had prepared for your meal. After all, she was always willing to test her strength against challenges, even culinary ones.

Sitting at the table with her chopsticks poised, Sushang watched you carefully lift the lid from the steaming dish. Her eyes widened with hope, but as the lid was removed, a heavy, ominous cloud of smoke wafted up. Sushang’s eye twitched uncomfortably, but she pushed forward, determined to taste the dish.

A single bite.

The moment it hit her tongue, her entire face went pale. Her hand quivered as she swallowed—if you could even call it swallowing. Her stomach churned in rebellion, but her pride prevented her from showing weakness. For a few moments, Sushang managed to sit still. And then…

BAM!

Her eyes rolled back in her head, her chopsticks dropped, and she slumped forward onto the table with a loud thud.

"Th-the flavor... it’s... it’s like… poison, but worse." Her voice came in a dazed, muffled tone from beneath her arms.

You winced and muttered an apology, unsure whether Sushang had actually fainted or was simply overwhelmed by the sheer force of the meal. Either way, it was clear that your cooking had struck a blow greater than any battle wound.

Feixiao always thought she could handle anything. She’d survived a life of violence, fought against abominations and enemies alike—how bad could a home-cooked meal really be?

When you called her over to try your cooking, she arrived with a casual, confident stride, expecting a delightful meal to complement her otherwise personality. But then the smell hit her—overpowering, strange, and almost wrong.

She eyed the dish warily, an unusual shudder running down her spine. "You... want me to eat this?"

Her heart told her she could handle anything. Her pride as a general told her she had no fear.

But as she took that first bite, her world shifted in a way it never had before. The moment the food touched her tongue, the fury of Moon Rage coursed through her. Not because of her affliction, but because her body rebelled against the impossible texture and the flavor so harsh that it nearly shredded her soul. Feixiao's eyes widened, her hand shot to her mouth, and before she could control herself, she vomited onto the floor.

“That,” she coughed, gasping for breath, “is a weapon of mass destruction.”

Her ears drooped, a rare moment of vulnerability seeping through her usual battle-hardened demeanor. You stared, horrified.

“Don’t worry,” Feixiao said, wiping her mouth and struggling to stay upright, “I’ll... I’ll survive.”

But just as she attempted to regain her composure, the general’s knees buckled, and she crumpled into the nearest chair. “Moon Rage... is kinder than this...” she muttered, slumping down in defeat.

[Header credits]

Qingque had heard the rumors. The food that could make even the toughest warrior faint. She was curious but, above all else, intrigued by the possibility of surviving the meal. After all, as a fan of all things quirky, she wasn’t one to shy away from a challenge—no matter how lethal it seemed.

She sat across from you with a small grin on her lips, as if savoring the potential disaster. When the plate was set before her, the aroma was enough to make her eyes water. It wasn’t that it smelled good; no, it was suspicious. But Qingque was brave, so she lifted the chopsticks and took a tiny bite.

At first, it wasn’t so bad. There was an odd, almost humorous flavor to it. Like burnt something with an aftertaste of... did she detect metal? But she kept chewing, determined to understand this creation. The more she chewed, however, the worse it became.

It wasn’t food anymore—it was a force of nature, rising within her, threatening to take over her senses. Her cheeks flushed, her hand clutched the table, and her usually bright eyes narrowed.

“...No... no, this is—”

And then, with the most dramatic flair, Qingque flopped backward in her chair, one hand pressed dramatically to her forehead.

“Please... if there is an Aeon of Hunger, I beg of you... spare me,” she gasped, “I’m... dying.”

You were horrified, muttering frantically as you checked to make sure Qingque was still breathing. “Wait, no! You’re not—”

"I’m alive," Qingque groaned, lifting a hand. "But this... this is beyond death. I'm too alive. I don't know what's happening, but this... is not food. It’s a curse."

[tommyssupercoolblog]

It's honestly so funny that a medical professional had to sit us down like

"Okay obviously you're a system and and your pre-existing diagnosises for ADHD and autism still stand, but Tommy? Tommy, you specifically, look at me- Tommy you have some sort of personality disorder. Tommy you as an alter specifically, like separate from everyone else, have some the symptoms and criteria for some sort of personality disorder. You are kind of extra fucked up. Which one? Listen we'd have to test you again just in different personality disorders to know so we'll find out later. For now just continue avoiding having meltdowns and take this special thing on your record that says "this motherfucker has some sort of personality disorder" on it in case you need that for medical reasons or something, but at some point we have to figure out what is going on with you Tommy. You are like. You need extra help dude. Tommy you're like double fucked up. What are you supposed to do about this information if we don't know which one you have yet or how to treat it? Nothing different from what you already do to relieve symptoms actually. But just be aware you're like, OFF off you know"

Like it is genuinely helpful to know why I struggle with the things I do and I'm sure as we learn more this will be great for my mental health but also they really said "oh YIKES get some help and new studies done on THIS FUCKER in particular, Jesus what is THAT THANG??!!!!" While I sat there and blinked at them autisticly with a ":p" ":3" type face an kicking my little leggies around.

Like "We need reinforcements, there's this fucked up little Twink in here and this little guy can fit so much disorder in him; he's physically vibrating from all the disorder stored up inside his tiny catboy body"

Anyways. Sippies my hot chocolate. Guess I'm some kind of symptom holder or something LMAO idk ✌🏻🌈✨ kicks my leggies I guess I'm just so special and the main character that I get an extra little disorder as a treat!! #maincharafterinnit LMAOOOOO

[pulim-v]

Asgore, Undyne, and your OC Rowan for the character ask game please?

Hiya! I know I say this for like every ask but again I'm really sorry this took so long ajshdajkhsdakj

Asgore

Things I have in common with them

We don't know how to say no. Asgore's entire conflict as a character stems from his inability to admit that he didn't actually want to do something that he utterly hated and tbh that is a bit of a recurring theme in my life LMAO (though thankfully no one ever asked me to commit child murder)

We are both very emotional. Asgore cries very often in Undertale and tbh so do I :P

A bit of a more minor one but bro is swagless 😭 dripless even. No sense of style whatsoever. I am a liiiittle bit better but to be honest most of the time I'm wearing the same kind of flower print shirt as him so I really cannot judge at all xP

Things that are different

I don't think we see Asgore being genuinely angry a single time in the game and honestly that's both really surprising and not at all like how I act in real life

He is a tea person, a great gardener and a terrible baker. I do not know how to garden at all, have a little bit of skill in baking and much prefer coffee

He's sorta defined by his role as a figure of authority, being the king of monsters and all that, and I am... anything but that

Undyne

Things I have in common with them

Did I mention how I am not as calm as Asgore? Yeah uh just like Undyne I have a bit of a short fuse lmao

Might be a controversial take but Undyne is a NERD she's out there mimicking shounen anime and with god as my witness I must admit that I am the exact same way.

Kinda repeating what I said with Asgore but Undyne is really really expressive, she really wears her heart on her sleeve, and I'm the same in that regard

Things that are different

Undyne is very much a physically fit and strong person. I am not.

She is also very very energetic, to the point of getting so into making a friend that HER HOUSE BURNED DOWN. I get tired extremely easily lmao

She's somehow in the top 3 most confident people in the underground (only behind Papyrus and Mettaton imo)

Rowan

Things I have in common with them

SO the thing about Rowan is that I directly took the inner turmoil I had on my first couple years of HS and slapped onto him. This results in us being quite similar in a few regards, namely:

Being kiiiinda obsessed with our friends. Rowan is more obsessed than me but ngl we are not that different sometimes

Constantly second guessing ourselves and questions whether our friends are really our friends

Being absolute fucking wimps lmaooooo it's going to show up later in the Tournament Arc that Rowan is terrible at fighting and I doubt that I'm any good at that

Things that are different

He is really perceptive, while I struggle to understand what people mean very often

I made Rowan as twinky as humanly possible. Not only are my mannerisms not nearly as flamboyant as his, but his sense of style and body type all align a lot more with what is considered a twink than anything I can pull off lmao

He's actually able to study! He's probably the only FGCC character with zero issues regarding his academic prowess! Meanwhile I'm over here having to get recovery tests for half the subjects I got last semester lmao

[et-cant-phone-home-no-signal]

The Last of Us HBO - Episode 2 thoughts

Warning: Pure yapping ahead! More thoughts and things I've noticed watching the show, it's not serious and I don't invite arguments (fellow yappers are more than welcome though)

(continuing with my episode by episode analysis of the tlou show, it's a long one folks! all chronologically written as i was watching the episode. spoilers under the cut)

Fantastic opening - love that we get to see the initial discovery in Jakarta and that they speak Indonesian only! It removes the show from a purely American pov and makes it international, which is something I personally missed a little from the game so it's a welcome addition

The little detail that the military men walk so fast, she has to jog a little to keep up

I like the fact that they didn't even try to cover the dead body at all - why would they?

Same girl I'd have that exact same reaction too 💀💀 visceral as shit

The following visual of the cordyceps reaching out of the corpse's mouth.... Eugh

Ibu Ratna's reaction after hearing 14 workers are missing - her shaking so badly she has to put her cup of tea down, her face reads of pure undiluted horror 🙌👌 - worth mentioning that the casting of Christine Hakim is absolutely top tier (she's basically the Dame Judi Dench of Indonesia fr) and she really brings a gravitas to the role

I find it fascinating and refreshing that the first thing the military man does is to ask about a vaccine or medicine to fix this situation, but the scientist/professor, instead says with absolutely certainty that there is nothing, and then proceeds to say with an eerily calm and assertive tone and face that they must bomb the city. Terrifying yet wonderful that they've finally used a different format to this conversation

Ibu Ratna stifling her sobs and asking to go be with her family, because she knows there is no other solution - Brava

That soft, gentle opening shot of Ellie curled up in the sun on a lush bed of green, a single butterfly crossing over *chef's kiss*

Her turning to see Joel and Tess, sat in the shadows on chairs, Joel with his gun drawn lmaooooo that's comedy right there

Ellie's sass at the interrogation 🤌

"There's not gonna be anything bad in here?" "Just you." "Oh, funny." 💀😂

The fact that Joel broke his hand beating that guy to death - the way Tess looks at Joel, all knowing and vaguely soft

Tess defending Ellie indirectly by wanting to continue with bringing her to the state house - Joel wanting to return to the QZ and saying it would be better for FEDRA do shoot her than them 💀

"You need to stop talking about this kid like she's got some kind of life in front of her." Damn Joel, Tess' face says it all

Joel: struggling to break of a piece of EXTREMELY dry and chewy jerky, Ellie: sammich

Ellie in the warm light, Joel in the cold dark, and Tess in the middle of the two?? Gorg

It's so funny how terribly Joel and Ellie get on at this point, like, they basically hate each other my god

"If she so much as twitches.." *Ellie immediately starts twitching* and then Tess's "Don't." She is so done with these two already lmao

The iconic scenery 🙌 the two massive skyscrapers with one leaning on the other? Oooohhh yeah

The fact that Tess stops and answers Ellie's questions :')

I can't stop looking at Ellie's bag it's just so accurate I love it

"Well, I mean, you got some balls on you, sister." SLAY girls support girls ✨

The specific way Ellie says "no" at the boyfriend question 💅

It's interesting that Tess' reaction to hearing the description of what we know to be a bloater, is "shit, I hope not", insinuating perhaps that she and Joel haven't dealt with those before, but then the way that she looks at Joel after Ellie asks about clickers tells me they know exactly what she's talking about with that one

Immediately after we hear a loud ass creepy scream in the distance, okay!

The set designers got this shit so extremely right goddamn, the hotel gotta be one of my favourite locations fr - I love that they still included this location even if it's at a completely different place in the original story, it works so well here and with Tess added on, the humour is great and the way the characters interact is fun and interesting (Joel's little hop into the water especially gets me, he's such a shit lmao)

Ellie is genuinely so fucking funny I love this kid

Joel offering his hand, immediately snatching it back once she's mostly up cause it's his broken one (but you can see it's more than that)

"Fuck, holy shit." "Come on, it wasn't that bad." "You try climbing ten fuckin floors with our knees. See how you feel." 😭😭

Joel's face at being left alone with Ellie lmao

"Nice knife." great conversation starter Joel, but also, reference to his pocket knife Sarah held in the previous episode? He doesn't have it, when did he have time to grab it after all, but yeah. Maybe I'm overthinking this lmao

"Where'd you learn to do that?" "The circus." *Joel rolls his eyes with such exasperation taht I can feel it through my screen*

"How long do infected live?" "Oh, I thought you went to school." "It's a really shitty one."

Joel avoiding answering the question about the FEDRA dude he killed due to Tess returning is peak writing

I really enjoy how the infected are portrayed in the show - they're not just individuals, they're part of a hive mind in a way, the mycelium connects them all one way or another, and they act like it (the way they all react to sunlight and extra so because they all react to each others pain as well, wow)

Added onto that, this extra lore about the way the cordyceps works is fantastic, it makes it even scarier that, according to Tess, you can accidentally wake up and attract infected from somewhere totally different - this means you're never actually safe 💀

Really love how Tess is so damn nice to Ellie all things considered. Still answering her questions, telling her she has to be careful, that just because she's immune doesn't mean there's no danger

"I have a spare hand." "Congratulations." 😭

I do love how quick Joel is to run over to Ellie whenever something happens (her swearing, falling over, gasping loudly)

The look that Joel and Tess share - they think they know and they're probably right

Dad mode™ activated

That building is anxiety central for me

Joel is so jumpy and twitchy it's a little funny tbh, I like it

Ellie's "oh shit whoops" face

Joel helping Ellie up :')

The sound effects 😭💀😭 they got the same team that did the game clicker sounds to do the show ones and I can TELL

The anxiety is palpable!! My stomach is in knots!! The entrance of the first clicker is terrifying!!

Joel's silent, almost sign language like, explanation for Ellie 😌

The clicker actors are fucking amazing jesus christ. And the special effects and makeup? So GOOD wow absolutely grotesque <3

Not me gasping with Ellie

If I were there I'd probably just hide under a table and hold my breathe 😭

I find the clickers to be quite bird-like, in game and in show

The silence as Joel reloads his gun, the sudden much closer clicking, the flashlight shining directly in its face 🤌

Joel now being the one to step on something crunchy 😩 THE WAY THE CLICKER LAUNCHES ITSELF AT HIM AND ELLIE ACROSS THE DISPLAY

Ellie crying out with pure fear and Joel holding the clicker back more so it's on him not her - HIM PUSHING HER BEHIND HIM!

BIG TESS SLAY

Impressed by how calm their reactions all are to seeing Ellie get bit (?) again (I thought it was more of a scratch at first but I assume it to be a bite due to their reactions to it)

"That was scary, this is wood." HA

The way Tess looks at Joel when he's busy wrapping her foot with diligence and care

I think this is the first sign that Tess had been bit, Joel seems to be looking at her like "what the hell is your problem" but listens and goes to watch Ellie anyway

The view line 😭🤌 love how we basically get this exactly from the game, including Joel looking at his watch :'(

The music 🙌

Second time you can really notice that Tess is differently - she handles Ellie harshly for basically the first time ever and totally ignores Joel

Joel moving Ellie away from the dead body

The squelching of the blood EUgH

Go makeup team go!

Oeiii screaming match :( mom and dad are fighting

The step back speaks volumes

"Oops, right?" just stab me it would hurt less, Anna's delivery of that line is heartbreaking

In fact little quick note of love to Anna Torv, she's such a fucking amazing actor and I love her portrayal of Tess so so much, she brought warmth, strength and balls of steel to the character fr!!

The fact that Tess basically confesses her feelings here, proclaims the knowledge that she feels something for Joel that he was never entirely able to reciprocate back, my god - her BEGGING him to take her because she knows nothing about the future but she believes that Ellie can change it in some capacity

Pedro's eye acting here is so potent, he says nothing but his eyes and face say it all

The mycelium!!!!!! Terrifying that in show canon, infected can basically call for backup!!! Brilliant addition and makes them so much more intimidating (also I HATED seeing the mycelium creep under that infected person's nails that really got a shudder out of me)

God bless the extras

Tess my beloved you make me cry so much you're amazing and you deserved better 😭 she's brave as fuck for this

Joel shaking, his lips quivering because fuck, she's going to die, and now he has to be fully responsible of this kid and he can't do this without her but he's gotta - the anxiety and fear in his eyes, his firm resolution after she says "save who you can save", the way he SNATCHES Ellie and walks away, Ellie fighting him tooth and nail but he knew she would, thats why he grabbed her like that.... I'm honestly just in so much awe and pain from this scene

The fear is Tess' face is so 😭😭

FUCK NO THAT ALMOST MADE ME THROW UP I WASN'T EXPECTING THAT JESUS FUCK. That was disgusting what the fuck 😭😭 don't know how to feel about watching the fucked up kiss of death like, eugh

The feeling when after failing to light the damn thing, she finally gets it, feels almost like a relief after all of that

Joel "big sad brown eyes" and Ellie "big traumatised brown eyes" will be the death of me

This is such a fucking sad ending to Tess' character but also, satisfying since she didn't die in vain

That final shot of Ellie alone with the burning state house in the background, sun beating down and a soft breeze in her hair, damn

If you make it to the end, thanks for reading! It's literally just my running thought process whilst watching!! Do you agree with some of my notes, was there anything you noticed that i didn't? Comments and reblogs welcome <3

Episode 1 thoughts:

Episode 3 thoughts:

[nabaath-areng]

Nevermind the fact that I don't even know what to buy cause of course I have to be in a period again of struggling to eat anything without feeling like I'm going to throw up, because of course I can't be normal in that department either and just HAD to have a fucking eating disorder too. And haha funny how of course I have to sit here now that I finally was allowed to be awake because oh what's this? Bitch ass sleep disorder too??? Why can't I have at least one thing that's fine and normal??? Why do I have to be buried with my own body as the coffin??? Why can't it at least stay relatively stable rather than getting rapidly worse as I age???? My fucking great grandpa was healthier than me until his death at 102 and my mormor and morfar run around all fine and dandy in their 80s like their parents did well into their 90s and 100s. My punishment for being a carbon copy of my farmor whose side is where all these physical issues come from LMAOOOOO

[xstarkillerx]

I found you through one of your starkiller posts and I remembered how horny I can be for that man. Just imagine him coming back from a mission, all bruised and battered. He is so touch starved that you tending to his wounds quickly turn into something way more heated.

I found this in my drafts, lmaooooo this is from ages ago

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AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA hold on I need to take a second to breathe, because why is the thought of this making me sweat, it's so good.

I'm going to be honest though I've made multiple attempts at answering this ask, adding context, building plot (both attempts under the cut), but I really struggled with it for some reason. I realize now that, that's because all of that was in service of the singular image this put in my head, so I'm gonna cut to the chase and talk about THAT, and if you want some of the failed attempt at backstory, it'll be right there under the cut.

Now, Starkiller knows how to tune out pain, Vader made sure of it. But warmth? Delicacy? Careful, loving hands? Even if they're shaking at the sight of him in this state, it's a far cry from the cold, efficiency of med droids. He doesn't mean to, but it gets him so fucking hard.

Like, I'm sorry all I could picture his him bruised up and bloody with a gash on his thigh getting stitched up by you. And it's the WARMTH, ok the warmth of your hands that gets him first.

Droids are efficient and cold, paying no mind to his pain in pursuit of swift medical care. Your hands are careful, mindful of every bruise and stinging scrape on his body, and warm, so warm against his cold, exposed skin. He doesn't mean to but, fuck it gets him so hard to be touched like this.

His breath is quick, and shallow, not with pain, just with sheer want and shame. And it's not that you don't notice he's hard, or that his huffing and puffing above you while you work on his leg doesn't bring images of other things to mind, but maker not now Starkiller, not while he was seconds from bleeding out only half an hour ago.

You patch him as quickly as possible, but you're a pilot, not a medic, your hands are shaking seeing him in this condition. When you finish, with dry bits of his blood on your fingers, he takes your hands into his massive ones, brings them to his lips and kisses them all over. Palms, wrists, knuckles.

[trippygalaxy]

⛩️))

Chime is amazed by wild hyrule minus the annoying monsters that keep ambushed her and the chain but worse is wild is pushing himself to far and chime shift to her big wolf body to finish off the monster she had than go help the chain finish off their monsters.

Chime walk over to wild and bite the back of his neck shirt and lift him off the ground to walk over to were hyrule is so wild can be heal as wild struggles against chime. The chain watch this and some laughing to seeing wild struggles til hyrule have wild and is healing him.

Another imagine

Chain make camp some were in the woods and chime went around to collect herbs and anything else edible that the wood can provide and see a wolf with strange markings with blue eyes amd that wolf notice chime amd walk over to her as chime see this wolf and gently petting the wolf and she smell twilight scent from this wolf.

Chime: brother wolf?..that you?

Wolfie bark back to chime and chime nod to know that's him.

Chime: I'll be back..soon..went looking for-

Wild: chime!

Wolfie and chime look to see wild and ran to the two.

Wild: chime there you are, glad wolfie found you!

Chime: you mean, brother wolf wild.

Wild stop to hear the nickname she given to twilight and look only to see wolfie as wolfie watch the two yet he's trying to give a sign to wild on make a move already.

Another imagine

Chime went out to look for legend since he's been gone from the chain for nearly three hours and she find a trap but hear cursing words and tiny pink paws poking out trying to claw its out as chime look confused til she realized that the cursing words sounds like legend so she call out legend nickname.

Chime: bunny is that you?

The trap stop moving and a quiet curse word again as chime walk over and undo the trap yet stick her hands inside the trap to grab something furry and lift it up to see a pink rabbit with legend vest on.

Chime & legend:............

Chime: your so cute bunny..

Legend: no! I'm not cute!

Chime smile glad legend is okay and she held him while petting him turn around to walk back to the chain to figure out on how to turn legend back.

Another imagine

Malon met chime its quiet and malon grab chime and lift her up.

Malon: oh my goddess! Your adorable! I'm adopting you. Time you have a daughter now.

Chime is so confused ,the boys are confused. Time had to take a spit-take to his wife proclaim chime as their daughter, twilight have to save chime from malon since she didn't let go of chime for close to six hours and chime trying to ask for help.

Time: she can't be our daughter malon but she can be our daughter in law eventually-

Twilight: time stop, your not helping, your making it worse.

Malon giggle as chime trying gently to escape but malon grip that of a bear.

Chime: help please.

CHIME’s little ‘help please’ LMAOOOOO

nahhh chime, you stuck!! Good luck getting out of that hehehe! Mama Malon got arms of steel and a stubborn mind that rivals Time!

I live for ‘brother wolf’ thats so cute 😭😭😭 AND BUNNY LEGEND?! Him being so offended when Chime called him cute lol

Wild and Chime after battle cuddles?!? The sweetest thing ever

[firelord-frowny]

we’re overdue for a Violin Rant lmaooooo

YOU CAN HEAR IT!! OH MY FUCKING GOD!!! 

WHEN WORLD-CLASS SOLOISTS ARE PLAYING LARGE INTERVALS

YOU CAN FUCKING HEAAARRRR THEM SLAMMIING THEIR FINGERS DOWN HARD ONTO THE FINGERBOARD! 

YOU CAN HEAR IT!!! OH MY GOD!!!

STOP SAYING YOU’RE ~NOT SUPPOSED TO PRESS ALL THE WAY DOWN ON THE FINGERBOARD~!!! 

THE FACT THAT YOU ARE NOT PRESSING DOWN HARD ENOUGH IS THE REASON WHY YOU DON’T SOUND AS GOOD ASS THE PLAYERS WHO DO! 

OH!

MY!

GOD!

HILARY HAHN ANDD MARIA DUENAS AND EVERY OTHER OUTSTANDING PLAYER ISN’T GOING AROUND SLAMMING THEIR FINGERS DOWN BECAUSE IT’S ~WRONG~ YOU FUCKING NIMROD! 

THEY’RE DOING IT BECAUSE THAT IS IN FACT THE ONLY WAY TO GET THE NOTES TO SOUND THE WAY THEY’RE SUPPOSED TO SOUND! 

YOU PHYSICALLY CANNOT ACHIEVE CLEAR TRANSITIONS BETWEEN LARGE INTERVALS WITHOUT WHACKING THE FINGERBOARD! 

DON’T TELL ME THAT THEY’RE NOT DOING IT! YOU CAN FUCKING HEAR IT! YOU CAN HEEEAAAAR IT!!!

IT’S A SOFT, LOW, RESONANT “THUNK”! IT’S AN AUDIBLE PLOP! YOU CAN HEAR IT! 

I’M SO UPSET!

YOU CAN HEAR IT!!!! THEY ALL DO IT!!!!!!! THEY AAAAALLLLLL DO IT! 

THE MISCONCEPTION THAT YOU’RE NOT SUPPOSED TO DO IT THAT WAY IS EXACTLY THE REASON WHY SO MANY TALENTED PLAYERS FAIL TO EVER SOUND AS GOOD AS THE PLAYERS WHO ACTUALLY WIN COMPETITIONS/AUDITIONS!!! AND THEN THEY THINK THEY SOUND WORSE JUST BECAUSE THEY’RE NOT TALENTED ENOUGH WHEN IN FACT THEY’RE JUST DOING IT WROOOOOONNNNGGGGGGGG!!!!!

ok im done with all caps lmaoooo (can you believe i literallly just held down the shift key for all those letters instead of just pressing caps lock lmaooo)

anyway,

inevitably, the justification people give for insisting that it’s ~wrong~ to have firm contact between the string and the fingerboard is the claim that it causes tension, and can lead to injury.

which leads me to my NEXT all caps rant:

THE REASON WHY YOU GET TENDONITIS WHEN YOU PLAY DIFFICULT REP IS BECAUSE YOU HAVEN’T BUILT UP THE ENDURANCE!!!! 

INJURIES DON’T NECESSARILY MEAN YOU’RE TECHNIQUE IS INCORRECT! 

i mean it MIGHT be incorrect, but the single overarching reason for those kinds of injuries, ESPECIALLY in the left hand, is the fact that you haven’t spent enough time conditioning yourself! 

You have to train! You have to build! The overload principal applies to violin playing exactly as much as it applies to exercise! Yes, you’re SUPPOSED to reach a little further than what’s comfortable for you. But they key words are “A LITTLE”!!! And you can’t do it every day! you have to take breaks! you have to practice proper stretching and relaxation! 

If you try to learn the opening of Tzigane without having ever practiced several weeks or months worth of slow, easy G string exercises, OF COURSE you’re going to fucking hurt yourself, dumbass. it doesn’t matter how flawless your technique is if you’re straight up not physically capable of maintaining it. that’s like a scrawny ass weakling struggling to lift a 100 pound weight and then being shocked when they pull every muscle in their body! 

i hate you! 

[mangoposts]

one night we all went out to eat and my step dad got this pasta with shrimp in it. he got a box to put the leftovers in. a couple days later he takes it out of the fridge and my oldest brother who is ALLERGIC TO SEAFOOD decided to try it. if any seafood like shrimp is cooked with the dish, he can’t have it even if they ate all of the shrimp. he had a couple noodles and was fine. since he was fine, he decided to eat more. like ten minutes later he’s talking about how his nose and ears were itchy and his throat was closing up. you know that sound most, if not all, dads make when they’re trying to get mucus out of their throat? like the BLEEEEEGGGCCCCCHHHHHHH kind of sound LMFAO. it’s kind of similar to a cat hissing x10000000000000000. anyway, he was making that sound constantly and i was laughing SO hard. i was deadass struggling to breathe due to how hard i was laughing. even my brother who was STRUGGLING was laughing at himself. when he’d stop speaking id make the noise he was doing and it would instantly make him do it LMAOOOOO. he was like “i’m just going to get ready for a shower and see if the hot water and steam makes my feel any better.” as he was getting his stuff together for his shower, he wanted to put this army pin he got on his new hat. he wasn’t making the weird throat clear noise as much either. so he put the pin on the hat and was looking at himself in the mirror and asked if it looked good. i said “yeah, it looks good BLEEEEGGGCHHHHH” and he instantly started making the sound again LMFAOOOOOOO. what made it even funnier though is when i did that, he was doing a smolder type face while making that crazy ass noise. i laughed so hard i literally leaned back and slid down the wall because i couldn’t hold my body up. then while laughing he said “you just laugh at other peoples pain.” LMAO. and the thing is, he isn’t wrong either😭 like if someone’s genuinely hurt i’m not going to laugh. but if you stub your toe or something ill laugh at you. or if you bust your ass but you’re not hurt, i’m gonna laugh. it all depends on peoples expressions and the noises they make. i laugh at myself when i’m in pain too though depending on what it is. like a few years ago my dog ran full speed into my knee and i fell straight into the ground face first. she sprained my knee, tore a ligament, and almost tore my acl, and i was on the ground dying of laughter LMAOOOO

-🌸

Bro id be concerned asf like why is he eating that😭 I could tell this laugh added 10 years onto your lifespan tho i love it 😭😭😭😭

[prjctjenova]

reached out 2 my therapist to make an appointment before i'm due bc i hate myself lmaooooo

i hate my body and i hate being in it and it's so uncomfortable sometimes and i'm spending so much time with family at the moment bc weddings and i always seem to have a core memory moment and then something triggers a whole lot of nonsense and i'm back to square one lmfao

struggling v much with change and it's so frustrating bc whenever i actually open up and try to talk to people about it i just get some bullshit along the lines of "well that's life!" like yeah i fkn KNOW bitch i am struggling with it????????????????????????????? like it makes me feel like an idiot and that my struggles aren't valid and a lot of things that happened when i was younger family wise that i thought i was old enough to deal with are now coming up and surprise i probs wasn't actually old enough to deal with it lmao and people keep saying little things to me i KNOW aren't aimed or meant the way i've taken it but my brain is immediately like hey girlie you suck ASS and they hate you x

i want to scream so so so so so so loud tbh who down xxxxxxx

[bakatenshii]

the nails are looking SOOOO good hehe but like how do you learn to type with long ass nails.... i tried to get them once and 3 days after i took them out cause i couldnt even like open my phone

omfaialap ok so I’ve started growing out my nails and doing them since I was 13, slowly getting them longer and longer until I got shellac on natural nails from a salon for the first time when I was 16, and it kinda just progressed there on HAHAHA when I moved out for uni I found a nailtech I love and she’s been doing mine for 4ish yrs now? lit just tests out new styles and designs on me so anyways thats how theyre the length and shape they are now !!

I can totally imagine how difficult it would be to get used to no nails to extensions tho omg im so sorry you had to struggle ༎ຶ‿༎ຶ

BUT THANK U SO MUCH THEY R MY PRIDE N JOY !! <333

[spxrm]

it low key makes me feel weird when people talk about shawn’s weight bc I know he used to be really skinny which is why he started working out & he may be self-conscious about his recent weight loss

[lawusstuffs]

"I would love to but...."

Wicc?? Making full body in a digital comic AND no traditional art before digital??? That's cursed as frick.

Also, i realized that it's Thursday, not Wednesday lmaooooo, and I MANAGED TO FINISH THIS COMIC 20 MINS BEFORE CLASS LMAOOOO

I hope y'all enjoy this, i also changed my watermark and the comic page's number to gray after this comment, so that everyone could manage to read my comics without any struggle ^^

[hanjisungs-bigtittyg0thgf]

Pretty

changbin x felix

Trigger warnings: none (pls lmk otherwise <3)

Content warnings: names (baby, babe, sunshine, darling, angel, good boy, my love, sir, daddy), daddy kink (obviously), deepthroating, finger fucking, rimming, praise ofc, mentions of marking, a single toy, felix is fuckin bendy.

Summary: after a trip to the gym, changbin can’t keep his hands off his boyfriend.

Word count: 5356

A/N: hiiiiii sorry it’s a month late buttttttt i decided to make it perfect (though i’m not sure if i’m satisfied with the end) since i knew i wasn’t gonna have it done before june was over lmao this is actually my second changlix piece so if you pressure me enough i might release the other one lmaooooo anyways consider following me here or on my main (and consider turning on post notifications!) and check out my ko-fi, where i take commissions. as always, hard thoughts are open and anons are welcome!

Tags: @hyuckilstan​ @mork-ly​ @spiderlilyfics​

Smut below the cut

“Baby?” Upon hearing Felix’s soft hum of acknowledgement, Changbin continued. “You looked really pretty tonight.” He murmured as he stepped behind his boyfriend and wrapped his arms around his shoulders.

Felix let out a soft chuckle and leaned into Changbin’s chest, putting the cap back on his moisturizer and setting it down on the vanity as he looked at the older in the mirror. “We went to the gym, babe.” He rolled his eyes and Changbin shrugged, tucking his face into Felix’s neck and taking a deep breath. God he smells good.

“So? My point still stands.” He pressed a soft kiss to Felix’s shoulder and the younger let out a soft sigh. “I’ll have you know I lost count during my sets so many times because I couldn’t take my eyes off you.”

“Mm so you’re blaming me because you couldn’t focus on your workout? Sounds like someone needs to work on his concentration skills next.” Felix teased and Changbin snorted against his skin, sending a tingle down his spine. “You’re not the only one who struggled to focus though.”

“Oh?”

“Yeah.”

“Tell me about it, baby.” Changbin hummed as he lifted his head, hooking his chin over Felix’s shoulder and meeting his gaze in the mirror.

“I think I might have to get a different personal trainer. Mine’s too distracting.” He pouted, recalling the way Changbin’s hands felt on his body as he adjusted his posture.

“You’re too cute, baby.” Changbin laughed quietly and turned to press a kiss to Felix’s cheek. “Personally, I think you could stand to work out a little more tonight.” He teased, his hands roaming down the front of Felix’s body. “Get some cardio in…” he whispered and Felix shivered at his tone.

“And will my personal trainer be guiding me again?” He whispered back, eyes already heavy as his mind began to race.

“I always do.” Changbin began to press his lips against Felix’s neck and grinned. “I think we could work on your flexibility too. Get you in that position I had you in last week...”

“Oh fuck-” Felix’s voice pitched upwards at the thought, his head tipping back to rest on Changbin’s shoulder. “Can we please?”

“Anything for you, sunshine.” His strong arms left Felix’s shoulders, moving instead to scoop him up bridal style from his seat at the small table. The younger keened at the weightless feeling as he was lifted up. He loved when Changbin picked him up. He especially loved being manhandled and he was about to have his wants met.

Felix let out a small squeak as he was dropped on the bed. Changbin tugged at the belt on his robe and let out a satisfied sigh when the fuzzy pink material fell open to reveal Felix in only a pair of black briefs. The colors of both items contrasted beautifully with his sun-kissed skin and Changbin immediately leaned down to appreciate the view, dusting chaste kisses from his bellybutton up. When he reached Felix’s lips, he paused and offered a soft smile as he met his gaze. “Hey, you.”

“Hi…” Felix whispered, looking up at Changbin with a twinkle in his eyes as he caught his bottom lip between his teeth to suppress a giddy smile. They stared at each other for a few seconds, admiring each other’s beauty in silence before Changbin slotted his lips against Felix’s. Felix let out a soft sigh as he slipped his arms around Changbin’s neck, hands gliding over his muscular shoulders as he parted his lips.

Changbin’s hands began to roam, teasing up Felix’s sides and making him shiver. The calluses from all the weight training he’d done felt like heaven on Felix’s smooth skin.

Felix let his hands roam Changbin’s back as they made out, occasionally scratching lightly over the black cotton tee he was wearing. He began to tug the thin material up Changbin’s back and whined softly when his hands were pinned above his head as Changbin broke the kiss. “Patience, baby. I wanna take my time and appreciate you.”

“Can’t you appreciate me with less clothes on? I’m the only one exposed here.” Felix pouted and Changbin let out a bark of laughter as he sat up between Felix’s legs and whipped his shirt off. The younger admired the view in stunned silence. He’d never get over how beautiful Changbin was. “Can I?” He asked quietly, reaching out to touch him as his gaze lifted to examine his expression.

When he got a nod of approval, he eagerly began to run his fingers along the lines of Changbin’s abs. Changbin was beefy. There was no better way to describe him. He was beefy and Felix struggled to contain himself every time he caught a glimpse of his physique. His mouth watered every time he saw his boyfriend’s broad shoulders and slim waist. He knew Changbin liked to take the lead and tell him how pretty he was, but he couldn’t stop himself from trying to convince the older that he was just as pretty and deserved just as much praise and attention.

“You’re fucking gorgeous…” he whispered as he sat up, smiling to himself at the small circles Changbin was massaging on his bare thighs. He ran his hand up Changbin’s chest, between his pecs, before snaking his arm around his neck and pulling him in close. “Did you know that?”

Changbin didn’t answer, opting instead to crush his lips to Felix’s and lay him back down. He let out a low groan as Felix’s fingers tangled in his curly hair, still damp from his shower, and let his full weight rest against him in the hopes that maybe they’d melt together and never have to be separated from each other for any length of time ever again.

His lips began to travel along Felix’s jaw and neck until he reached his collarbone, where he nipped softly. Felix’s soft gasp encouraged him to continue and he began to suck a mark into his skin as one hand moved to rest on his side. “So fuckin pretty, baby…” he groaned softly between kisses and bites, reveling in the small sounds Felix made as he began to really get worked up. “Gonna cover you with marks so everybody knows you’re all mine.”

Felix let out a high-pitched whine as Changbin’s lips began to trail across his chest, his grip tightening on the older’s silky locks. He couldn’t help but rock his hips, trying to get even a little bit of friction as Changbin’s lips danced over his skin. He couldn’t help it. Changbin always managed to reduce him to nothing more than a puddle of desperation and tonight was no different.

“You’re so needy, baby.” Changbin teased before flicking his tongue over Felix’s nipple, earning a quiet moan. “And sensitive.” He chuckled as Felix hid his face. “Tell me what you want, baby.”

“Want you to stop teasing me.” He pouted and uncovered his face, lifting his head to look down at the older. “And I want you to let me suck you off. You looked too damn good at the gym - look too damn good now - for me to want anything but your dick in my mouth.”

“Jesus Christ, Lix…” Changbin groaned against Felix’s chest before flipping them over. Felix sat up and rocked back against Changbin’s hard-on before standing and finally letting his robe fall to the floor.

“I know you like to think I’m cute and innocent but we both know you love when I have a filthy mouth.” He grinned as he knelt down between Changbin’s legs. “Up.” He urged, hooking his fingers in the elastic waistband of Changbin’s shorts. He tugged them down with his boxers as soon as Changbin lifted his hips.

He bit his lip at the sight of his boyfriend on display for him and watched as he sat up before making eye contact. “I thought of another thing I want.” He hummed, not moving until he heard Changbin’s hum of acknowledgement. “Watch me.” He practically purred as he wrapped a hand around Changbin’s dick, giving a couple strokes before leaning in and kitten-licking the tip.

“I wouldn’t be able to look away even if I wanted to, darling.” Changbin groaned softly, eyelids growing heavy at the teasing. His doll lips parted in a small gasp when Felix wrapped his lips around the head and his hips bucked involuntarily when he dug his tongue into the slit. “Fuck, baby…”

Felix hummed in appreciation and closed his eyes as he concentrated on what he was doing. His hand pumped what he didn’t take in his mouth, his tongue lapping at the thick vein on the underside. He let out a soft whimper when he felt Changbin pulling gently at the soft midnight locks on the very top of his head, eyebrows knitting together as he tried to focus.

Changbin hissed at the slight vibration and Felix did it again, this time moaning freely as he opened his eyes to watch the older’s reaction. He was greeted with the perfect view of the column of Changbin’s throat and jaw, decorated with the barely-there stubble that always made his stomach swoop with excitement. Changbin’s five o’clock shadow always felt so good against his skin and the way it looked always made him want to go feral.

Of course, Felix was instantly irritated upon not being greeted by his lover’s burning gaze and let out a soft huff, tempted to pull off if Changbin didn’t look back down at him in the next three seconds. Couldn’t look away? You liar. His disgruntled sound drew Changbin’s attention and the older offered a weak smile. “Sorry, baby, you’re just so good.” The praise instantly had him back in Felix’s good graces if the way he picked up the pace was any indication.

Wanting more, needing more, Changbin continued. “You’re always so good, angel. Always throat my dick so fuckin’ good. And you look so pretty doing it.” He stroked Felix’s hair as the younger keened and took him further, eyes begging for more. Praise was Felix's main motivation in the bedroom. He dreaded any reaction that could be perceived as negative and always did his damnedest to earn the praise that Changbin was far too eager to throw his way. Hearing that his boyfriend enjoyed what he was doing made him want to work harder, though Changbin could easily get off with no effort on Felix’s part.

Tears pricked at the younger’s eyes as he did his damnedest to deep throat Changbin’s fat cock, drawing out a low groan that transformed into a breathy chuckle. “Fuck, baby, slow down.” He slurred, his hand tangled in Felix's hair contradicting his words.

Felix didn’t want to slow down even as he blinked away his tears but he could never bring himself to even consider challenging anything his lover asked of him. So he held himself in place and swallowed around Changbin’s length before slowly pulling back to breathe and repeat his actions. “Such a good boy for me…” his coos made Felix whimper as his own cock throbbed at the praise. “Why don’t you get up here and let me take over, Lixie? Let me worship your perfect body…make you see stars…” he coaxed and for a moment Felix almost gave in.

Felix pulled off with a soft moan and pressed his palm against his crotch while his free hand continued to stroke Changbin’s dick. “That sounds nice…” he murmured almost drunkenly, quickly pressing a kiss to the angry red tip of Changbin’s cock, which twitched in his grasp as a result. “But can’t I taste you first?” His bottom lip jutted out in an adorable pout, which instantly got him his way.

Without another word, Felix attached his lips back to his lover’s aching cock and continued with renewed vigor.

Changbin’s face contorted with pleasure as he watched his dick vanish down his boyfriend’s throat. If Felix had been laying on his back, Changbin would’ve been able to see the bulge created by his length. The thought made a wave of arousal wash over his entire body, which only grew more intense when he felt his lover’s small hands reaching to fondle his balls as he swallowed around him. He made a choked sound and Felix practically mewled around him, watching him fall apart.

There was something so gratifying about knowing he could make his partner crumble like this, with just his mouth. He’d never felt particularly desirable until they got together but once Felix realized the power he held over his boyfriend, his confidence skyrocketed. Now it was damn near impossible to pry his mouth off Changbin’s dick because he knew he was doing good. He knew, even if Changbin didn’t tell him. He had eyes. He could see his effect on the older and it made him impossibly harder.

Felix took him as far as possible and let his tongue dart out to tease his balls before abruptly pulling off. He hooked his arms under Changbin’s thighs and tugged him to the edge of the bed, forcing the older to lean back, lest he topple right off the bed. He knew what was coming and gladly took Felix's fingers in his mouth when prompted, one leg released from the bar that was Felix’s shoulders.

Felix was far from dominant but he learned early on that Changbin liked to switch sometimes. He wasn’t taking the lead tonight - this was just him being eager- but he was still gonna treat him. Really, it was a treat for both of them because Felix was bordering on delirious from the overwhelming need to taste his boyfriend’s cum.

He pulled his fingers from Changbin’s mouth when he deemed them wet enough and quickly brought them to his entrance, teasing for a minute until he was relaxed enough to take one. As his finger quickly found the spot he was looking for, he took Changbin’s dick back in his mouth. The older let out what almost sounded like a whimper as his hand tangled back in Felix's dark tresses and tugged, trying not to let his head fall back so that he could watch.

Felix’s slurping got louder as he added a second finger, locking eyes with Changbin when he dug his tongue into the slit. Changbin practically yelped at all the pleasure he was receiving before stifling himself by sucking his plump bottom lip between his teeth.

Of course, he couldn’t stay quiet for long. He had to warn Felix of his impending orgasm. “Fucking hell, baby- I’m so fucking close, Lix.”

The younger made a sound that could only be described as a trill as he worked his fingers faster inside his boyfriend. He batted his lashes as he swirled his tongue around the head once, twice, three times before hollowing his cheeks as drool began to trickle down his chin. He needed to make Changbin cum. He felt like he needed to make it more than obvious he was affected by their workout and the way his boyfriend guided his body.

Changbin came with a long groan, legs shaking on Felix's shoulders with the intensity of his orgasm. He felt like he was floating. It had been a while since he had such a strong orgasm. Felix didn’t stop until he had every last drop in his mouth and once he did, he quickly but carefully released Changbin and surged up to press their lips together.

When Changbin deepened the kiss, attempting to slip his tongue into Felix’s mouth, he was met with his own cum being pushed into his mouth. He let out a low, throaty groan as he took what Felix gave him and pulled him onto his lap. They stayed like that for what felt like hours, panting into each other’s mouths as they shared Changbin’s cum.

Finally, Felix swallowed what was left and pulled back for air, making an attempt to move from Changbin’s lap. “Stay.” The single word locked him in place as his boyfriend laid back and looked up at him, massaging comforting circles into his thighs with his thumbs. He let his hands move to Changbin’s incredible pectorals and leaned down, gently pressing a chaste kiss to his plump lips.

“I’m so fucking lucky.” Felix whispered, almost sounding drunk as he pulled back just enough to admire his lover.

Changbin chuckled softly and gently gripped Felix’s wrist as the younger began to ghost his fingertips along his jawline. “I think that’s my line, baby.” He whispered back in the same tone before wrapping his arms around Felix and flipping them. “I’m the lucky one. I have the most perfect boyfriend ever.” He watched with a smile as Felix’s cheeks flushed a soft rose color. “Can I show you how perfect you are? How much I love you?”

Felix’s breath hitched at the thought and he nodded eagerly, his lips parted ever so slightly in anticipation. His hands were trapped between their chests but he managed to move them up, palms flat against Changbin’s pecs as they slid upwards. They found purchase on his shoulders just as he crashed his lips to Felix’s and the younger immediately gripped there tightly.

The lingering taste of Changbin’s cum sent a thrill through Felix's body as he wrapped his legs around Changbin’s lithe waist, attempting to pull their bodies closer together. Changbin took the hint and rocked his hips against Felix’s, slipping his tongue into the younger’s mouth when he was met with a pretty whine. Felix’s arms slid around Changbin’s neck like before and he let his nails dig into the flesh of his upper back.

All too soon for Felix’s liking, Changbin was pulling away. He was pacified by a warm hand running down his torso, not stopping until it was palming at the front of his briefs. He let out a soft moan as he bucked into Changbin’s touch, desperate for even a little bit of friction to relieve the dull ache that had set in.

Changbin’s lips ghosted over Felix’s chest before encasing his left nipple, his free hand moving to tease the right. He was encouraged by the throaty sound Felix made as his teeth gently scraped over the sensitive skin and the hand between Felix's legs quickly slipped into his underwear, which were already sporting a wet patch. “Bin- please-” he gasped, tangling his hands in Changbin’s onyx curls when he finally felt the older’s callused hand wrap around his cock.

“Please what, baby?” He teased as he moved to suck a mark into the center of Felix’s chest, his grip tightening around the younger’s cock.

“Please, I need more- I need you.” he whimpered, giving Changbin’s hair a gentle tug.

“Yeah? Need me to make you cum?” He cooed as he moved off the bed, settling on his knees between Felix's legs. He chuckled softly as the younger nodded vigorously. “Think you can hold on while I prep that pretty little ass?” Felix gave the same response and he hummed as he hooked his fingers in his waistband. “Lift.”

Felix’s hips lifted for Changbin to finish undressing him and his cheeks went a darker shade of pink when he felt the older eyeing him up. Everything was quiet as Changbin admired the perfection that was Felix before finally pressing a soft kiss to his thigh. “Don’t stare…” Felix whined quietly and Changbin chuckled.

“Why not? You’re just so fucking pretty, angel.” His voice was a low rumble as he guided Felix’s legs over his shoulders, hands gliding along his hips and gripping his waist. “How can you manage to be so shy after choking on my dick and finger fucking me?” His tone was laced with amusement as he began to pepper kisses along Felix’s sensitive thighs. “You’re too cute.”

The way Changbin’s voice dipped lower made Felix's stomach swoop with excitement and Changbin smirked against his skin when his dick twitched. “Am not…” Felix whined again, covering his face just in case Changbin looked up at him. “Don’t tease…”

“Aww, baby, don’t hide.” Changbin cooed and reached up to pull Felix’s hands away from his face. “I’m sorry, I’ll play nice.” He soothed, pressing a kiss dangerously close to where Felix was dying to feel him. “Do you want me to eat you out, baby?”

“Please-” he gasped, already excited at the idea. Changbin didn’t say anything else, opting instead to drag his hands back down to Felix's thighs and force his knees towards his chest. As if on cue, Felix hooked his hands behind his knees and held his legs up, lifting his head to watch as Changbin flattened his tongue against his entrance.

He let out a relieved sigh, allowing himself to melt into his lover's touch as his head fell back on the mattress. He felt like he was ascending every time Changbin rimmed him and this time was no different. He felt his body light up with arousal as the tip of his boyfriend’s tongue circled his hole.

Felix had always been hypersensitive but it seemed to get more intense after he started seeing Changbin. He was especially reactive to him in a way he’d never been with anyone else and Changbin only used this to his advantage. His responsiveness only fueled his boyfriend.

He shuddered in delight when he felt the light scratch of Changbin’s stubble against his skin, his dick twitching against his stomach. In a desperate attempt to get more attention on his cock, he shifted to hold both legs with one arm and reached around them to touch himself. Noticing this, Changbin gently pushed his hand away and wrapped his own hand around Felix's drooling dick.

Felix propped himself up slightly with his now-free arm and bit his lip to stifle his sounds, far more interested in the wet sounds coming from his boyfriend eating him out. “M-more- please…” he whispered before sucking his lip back between his teeth, eyebrows knitting together to display his desperation.

He keened, his head falling back when Changbin pulled back and pressed a slick finger inside. When had he wet his fingers again? It didn’t matter. He whimpered, fire licking at his spine when he felt soft kisses being trailed along his balls and the backs of his thighs.

“Aww, does my pretty boy like that?” Changbin cooed, taking note of the way Felix’s cock throbbed in his grasp. The soft ‘uh huh’ was enough for him and he hummed in satisfaction as he curled his finger, smirking against Felix’s thigh at the sound he made. “You’re so cute, baby.”

Felix whined softly but didn’t respond, opting instead to focus on the way his body was being manipulated. His whole body jolted when Changbin pressed against his prostate, a loud moan ripping from his throat. “There we go. Gotta hear my baby’s pretty sounds.” Felix’s head spun at Changbin’s adoring but playful tone. “Can you let me hear you fall apart for me, angel?”

“Y- ah- yes, sir-” he choked out, fighting to hold still as another finger slid into him. All his nerve endings felt like they were on fire as wave after wave of pleasure flooded his body. If Changbin didn’t let up, he wasn’t gonna last more than a couple minutes.

“Good boy.” Felix wanted to beg for more but before he could open his mouth, Changbin was wrapping his lips around the angry red head of his cock. He felt the familiar coil in his belly starting to tighten and fought to stay still because he’d be damned if he made Changbin lose that perfect angle.

“Just like that! Please don’t stop-” he gasped, eyes rolling back as the older sank further down on his dick and swallowed around him. It was a dizzying sensation. He was just about to warn Changbin of his impending orgasm when he pulled off. He let out a distressed noise, his head snapping up off the bed so he could look at his lover with wide, bleary eyes on the verge of frustrated tears. “B-but-”

“Relax, baby.” He gently shushed, taking note of the way Felix seemed to deflate at the loss of contact. “Can you scoot up for me?” He murmured as he stood and reached for the night stand. Felix noticeably relaxed as he watched, biting his lip in anticipation as he moved away from the edge of the bed. He made enough room for Changbin and settled in, eyes wandering over his lover’s bare form.

All Felix wanted in that moment was to sink his teeth into his boyfriend’s bulky biceps; to run his nails along his back. He looked irresistible as he crawled onto the bed and sat back on his heels, uncapping the lube. This was his favorite position, sitting on his knees between his boyfriend’s legs, and it was rapidly becoming one of Felix’s favorites too. The only way Changbin could get any deeper was if Felix was on top.

“You’re so fucking beautiful…” Felix sighed, reaching down to his sides and letting his fingertips dance over Changbin’s knees. “Can’t believe you’re all mine…” he murmured, eyes slipping shut as Changbin coated his length and lined up.

“Even after all this time?” He teased before gritting his teeth as he slid in. “Fuck, angel, you feel so good for me…” he groaned, his head falling back as he reached for Felix’s hands.

Their fingers locked together and Felix shimmied himself further down on Changbin’s cock, shuddering in delight at the stretch. “Yeah? You like it, daddy?” He didn’t give him a chance to respond before he started rocking his hips, trying to get any friction he could manage.

Changbin untangled their hands to grab Felix's hips and stop his motions, now staring down at him. “What have I told you about calling me that, baby?” His expression was almost unreadable but intimidating nonetheless.

“If I call you that then I better be prepared to be fucked senseless.” Changbin nodded and opened his mouth to speak but Felix continued. “I know what comes next. Please, daddy? I need it…”

“Don’t say I didn’t warn you.” His hands hooked behind Felix's knees and forced his legs towards his chest. His grip moved to Felix’s calves to keep his legs straight as he slammed into him, watching the younger grip the sheets almost instantly.

He pulled back until just the tip was inside, slow and teasing, before snapping his hips forwards. Felix felt like the wind was knocked out of him and all that could escape was a squeak as his fists tightened on the sheets. His jaw dropped in a silent moan and his eyes slipped shut, eyebrows knitting together as his head tipped back. It took everything in Changbin to keep himself from leaning down to suck more blooming marks into his lover’s sun-kissed skin.

He kept that pace, slowly pulling almost all the way out before giving a powerful thrust, until he saw Felix wrap a hand around his cock. “Nuh uh, baby, no touching.” He pushed his hand away and let one leg go as he repositioned himself. “Let me take care of you.” He murmured as he propped Felix’s other leg on his shoulder, leaving him almost doing the splits.

He had only been teasing earlier about getting Felix into the position he’d had him in last week, but now that he had him in it again, he wasn’t sure if he could control himself. His hips rolled slowly at first, testing the waters as he turned to press a kiss to Felix’s leg. When he got a positive reaction, he sped up. He didn’t bother with his previous motion, he was getting desperate for release and he wanted to make Felix cum. He needed to make Felix cum. “You’re doing so good for me, baby, fuck…”

Felix let out a pathetic moan when Changbin began fucking into him again, grabbing the older’s arms to ground himself. His nails sunk into Changbin’s skin as he writhed beneath him, moans quickly turning into cries. “Just like that, daddy! Fuck, I’m gonna cum-”

“Yeah? Gonna be a good boy and cum for me? Gonna make a mess?”

“Uh huh-” he hiccuped, tears springing into his eyes. Every inch of his body was on fire and he was teetering right on the edge. It wouldn’t take much to make him cum. He didn’t even need to be touched. He would probably fall apart on the spot if Changbin told him to. Still, he asked. “Please touch me…” he begged, his voice a whisper.

Changbin couldn’t deny him anything so he gently shook Felix’s hand off one arm and wrapped his hand around his dick. He allowed his thumb to tease the tip on the upstroke, giving a light squeeze each time. “Cum for me, baby.” He cooed, coaxing the younger’s orgasm out of him with near-teasing touches.

Felix never considered himself a screamer, but he was most definitely vocal. Changbin made sure of that. He let out a final cry of ecstasy as his back arched slightly off the bed, cum spurting across his belly as his dick twitched in Changbin’s grasp. “Oh fuck- daddy, please don’t stop- cum inside, daddy, please-” he begged, nails still biting at Changbin’s forearm while his other hand grabbed at the sheets.

Felix’s words only worked him up further and he found himself fucking into him faster and harder. Felix let out a string of whimpers and moans, trying his hardest to hold on until Changbin was done. He failed, of course, letting out a cry when a second blistering orgasm crashed over him as his boyfriend abused his hole.

His yelp melted into nonsensical babbling as Changbin filled him to the brim with cum, the older’s hips slowly coming to a halt as a string of curses and groans left his lips. He released Felix’s leg and let his body slump against his lover’s, his breathing ragged and harsh against the younger’s skin as he began to gently shush him. “You did so good, baby.” He murmured, pressing his lips to Felix's neck.

“Yeah?” He questioned hopefully, shivering in delight at the soft kisses being dusted across his skin. It felt like Changbin was trying to kiss each individual freckle with how many times he pecked Felix's warm skin. “Tickles…” he mumbled, voice sleepy but laced with amusement. He was spent.

“You always do, angel.” He whispered and finally pulled back to look down at Felix. He had a hint of a smirk on his face and Felix bit his lip, waiting for whatever teasing Changbin was about to do. “Can you keep being good for me, baby?” Felix nodded immediately, not waiting to hear what Changbin wanted him to do.

Without a word, Changbin sat up and leaned back a bit, reaching for Felix’s favorite glass plug, which had been left on the nightstand the night prior. He grabbed the lube from beside his leg and uncapped it, spreading just enough on the plug that it would slide comfortably. Then he slowly pulled out despite Felix's whimper of protest and replaced his cock with the plug, appreciating the soft gasp his boyfriend emitted. “Be a good boy and don’t waste anything, yeah?”

Felix nodded instantly and bit his lip as he wrapped his legs around Changbin’s waist to pull him down. “Can we stay like this for a little while before we clean up?” He asked quietly, wrapping his arms around Changbin’s shoulders and hugging him securely to his chest so he wouldn't try to move away. “Like having you so close…”

“Of course, my love.” He whispered and kissed Felix’s cheek. “We can stay like this for as long as you want.” The room grew quiet as they laid there, Changbin peppering kisses along Felix's neck and shoulder while the younger tried to do the same but continued to be interrupted by his own sighs and shivers. “I love you, Lixie.” He whispered.

“I love you too, Bin.” The younger whispered in return, threading his fingers through his lover's hair. “So fucking much.”