#news flash im gay

[gubbles-owo]

In my tradition of semi-randomly promoting ops simply because I like them: Vulcan!

Extremely focused and passionate blacksmith, her kit is fairly simple yet fun, plus she got that tgirl swag. Gameplay-wise, she's obviously great for soloing a lane, or going at it with a partner for assistance. S1 is alright but watching her bonk shit with her S2 is always a treat.

they're dating, ur honor (i'm still a lil new to the game to know what counts as a crackship in arknights, but crackships are best ships get on my level or fuck u <3)

Okay, so, I'm not gonna do this justice, but I'm gonna have a shot at it anyway: Vulcan is a weaponsmith. It's practically her sole interest, as her file states that she hyperfocuses on her craft all day, and tends to get irritated if you pull her out of it. Her voicelines really hammer this in (hah). Soooo she has ADHD or some kinda incredible focus ability. Well damn can I relate. She not only forges her own gear, but also helps design and repair gear for fellow operators, so she proves to be a pretty valuable resource for Rhodes Island. Her operator record shows this in action, and I have to say, the care and consideration she demonstrates for her peers are way sharper than I would've expected.

Goddamn, she really understands the importance of both the tool and the person bearing it. Even the most reliable tools will begin to fail someday, and you can choose whether to submit their bound purposes to prioritize preservation, or give up some part to fix up or even improve them. Neither is a wrong answer. It depends largely on the person behind the tool. These things can be special. But this fuckin exchange right here though...

"She liked my machines, but she insists on only using things she's made with her own hands." Cut to me reading this earlier today, still partway through writing my own damn matrix transformation functions in C so I can move the damn camera/objects properly in 3D space on the Nintendo 64. I could easily pop open one of countless git repositories for open source 3D projects and yoink their matrix transformation functions for myself. It's free real estate. So why in the fuck am I burdening my feeble mind with cranking out complicated math shit that has already been done before? "Because there's meaning behind it. It's part of my roots." I want to understand exactly why this thing works. I want to try things far beyond my perceived capabilities, come to those realizations myself, and hopefully learn some shit along the way. It doesn't really matter whether or not I succeed, and even if not, there's no shame in seeking assistance from others. But it's in my nature to meticulously learn every aspect of the things I love. It's simply how I operate. I will hyperfocus on that shit all day. Just know I'll feel cranky if you try to pull me out of it.

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[skippitydippity]

Omgomgomg I have enough for a CAR!!!!!!! There's a blue 2015 Mazda3 i SV literally One Thousand Miles Away From Me but I'll be in that area for a few days next week........................................ It's like 1.5k over budget so I shouldn't even be thinking about it but like. FUCK

[woongiesea]

runway model 💋 , s.ricky

shen ricky x male reader

content warning :: gay sex , anal sex , fingering , slight breeding kink, minors dni

be responsible of the media you consume!!

Note: hii im back finally hope u like this lil update i promise to write more lmao

The greasy electronic music piercing through your air, leather jackets and hips swaying with a 4 on the 4 edm bassline while a billion cameras flashed into your face while people called your name, as you watched your silver crosses and intricated cut leather sparkle under the harsh white lights. This was the rush of the model world. Years worth of work was decorating your body, along with the 20-something boys and girls there. Nails blood red with the colour of sin, while the air reeked intoxicating, of stubbed out cigarettes, alcohol in the new york air, and chanel perfume. Eyeliner sharper than knives while gelled hair sparkled like cut glass.

(Story continues under the cut)

You sat in a chair, staring vainly at your tanned face and still freshly set hair, and looked around the room. The rush and the pracing around of clumsy girls in gray cardigans and blazers, hands filled with clipboards and coffee cups, heels clacking like nails on a countertop.

You sighed. You knew you had made it. Closing another succesful fashion show, people applauded around you the second you stepped off that runway. The commotion of drunk models stumbling into their limousines (off to parties or to be fucked till they walk moving their hips like sluts at their next shows, you assumed) filled your ears, but you had other plans.

You knew he was watching from the corner, the signature black glasses and a shit-eating, all knowing grin that grinned of fresh mint and excitement, the thing that got you going every night. Your boyfriend, the 5th gen it boy himself, Boy's Planet sparkling star, Shen Ricky. He stood with his arms crossed, his tall frame leaning against a pillar, while a loose strand of his raven black hair strand fell onto his forehead like dominoes. He revved your senses like an engine. Even while he was just standing there, you felt like your head would explode if you didn't tease himself with your bratty smirk this second.

You took off your leather jacket off to some random assistant scrambling around, making sure to rub yur fingers ever-so-delicately over your sparkling shoulder, looking over them with your sharp siren eyes. The ways his pupils widened and his cheeks moved to show a small smirk under his black mask excited you. You knew what you were doing to him, and you loved every second of it. Before you knew it, you were sashaying over to him, heels clicking on the marble steps, making sure to flaunt your colonge on him.

You leaned in close, dangerously closed, till your lip-glossed ear left a small sparkle on his earlobe. You tugged on his mask in the slightest, just to listen to his hot, heavy breathing underneath. He whispered you name deeply, and you chuckled.

You whispered back to him. "Your place, now."

Fireworks set off in Ricky's stomach, and his pants. It's as if it was a movie scene, as you walked away in seemingly slow motion to get changed, every step of yours lingering longer than it shoul've.

You winked, and Ricky winked back.

You both knew you weren't going to sleep tonight.

( smut starts here )

"You like teasing me, huh?" Ricky's lips pressed against your ears, just like how you liked it. He was all you could hear, and all you wanted to hear. A hand stopped him from being completely laying on top of you, on the bed of his apartment. The other hand was wrapped around your waist possesively. "You like seeing how I get riled up when you wear all these pretty outfits and walk down the runway, thinking of my face, eh?" He teased, his words right on the money.

You nod, giggling. Ricky smirked. "I knew it. I know you." He smiled, trailing more kisses down your neck and collarbone, and shoulder, worshipping your slim, lean and tanned body with each kissed. His toned, muscular arms had you cornered. You weren't going anywhere. "Mission accomplished, mr. Model" He said. "I'm going to fuck you all night, just like you want it."

"Consider it your gift for doing such a good job on that runway, pretty boy." He says, biting down on your neck with his little fangs till his lips stained your clean, chanel no.5-scented neck with red marks. His hand trails to your shirt's buttons, taking his time to undo each one, teasing you with his slow speed.

In the meantime, your desperate lips found his, like a soft cushion. You loved kissing him, it made you feel like you were being taken care of, like you knew some one would take care of your pleasure. His tounge poked your mouth's entrance, and ofcourse you barely hesitated his entrance. His mouth tasted yours, and you felt around his, taking in the taste of his mint mouth freshener and a little bit of alcohol. He, on the other hand, seemed to have taken a liking to your subtle strawberry lipgloss, mixed with the fresh mojitos you downed before stepping onto the runway. "You taste like sin, my love." He grinned against your lips.

He finally took your shirt off, leaving your delicately sculpted body visible to Ricky's hungry eyes, that seemed to widen with affection and predatory lust, which only increased your own arousal.

You loved how down bad you were for him, you were only making out with him and yet it alrady felt like bliss, it only made you more impaitent to get inside his pants already, and it shows in your desperate efforts as your hands trailed down to the belt of his pants. He smirked at the same, pulling apart the kiss, causing to you to whine. He chuckled slightly at this.

"look at you, so desperate for me to be inside you already." He says, his ego swelling at how your fingers feeled around the buttons of his pants. You batted your eyelashes.

"What can I do? My boyfriend's so drop dead that I can't wait to do the most vicious things with him."

Ricky's controlled seemingly snapped because of this, as he immediately climbed on top of you, his taller, muscular frame immediately enveloping yours. "C'mere, you sexy pervert." he said.

His lips reconnected with yours, now more lustful and heavy, pushing himself onto you, as he grinded his crotch against yours. In a span of seconds, he took both your wrists and pinned them above your head with one had, while his other hand pulled off your pants in one swift move, continuing to grind his clothed cock, now with your exposed ass.

"No underwear? I knew you were a slut." He grinned, admiring your naked form in front of him.

Your legs wrapped around his waist with desperation, while sounds of a belt unbuckling filled your ears. You didn't even get to proccess anything before his fingers began poking at your entrance, two fingers pushing in at the same time, which made you scream in pleasure. Ricky's face looked heavenly from this angle, sweaty and lustful, with sharp, strong eyes so deseprate to get to the good part already.

He fucked you with his fingers, targeting a bundle of nerves that made you scream and whine in a way that made his insides burn up and so ready to fuck you to bliss. He loved the way drool dripped in a thin, glossy line out of your mouth and down your pretty face. "God, you're so hot, love..." But all you could do was whimper in acknowledgement. When he felt like you were stretched enough he moved you around wordlessely till you were on your back.

He looked down at your face again. Silent, blissed-out, deep hues of red dusted across your cheeks. You looked like a china doll, so delicate and to be handled with so much passion that you'd break if even a sliver of hate slid through. His expression softened, as he buried his face in the crook of your neck, his tousled black hair brushing against your earlobe. "Gonna make you feel so loved, gonna fill you up with all the cum you want." He whispered, and a chill creeped up your spine, that fizzled with excitement, and left a sweet aftertaste - one of anticipation and impaitence.

With a small, slow motion that increases to the jerking of his hips, he slowly inserts his member within you, rocking in and out in gentle motions, as it enters you, inch by delicious inch. You arch your back, almost acrobatically. Ricky grins as this. "So flexible~" he comments, placing a kiss on your abdomen as he continues rocking his hips, eliciting the most sinful sounds from you, making you whine, squirm, mewl. Everything was for him, he drank up your music, sinister grin etched across his face till he was finally able to boast the entirety of his erection inside of your hole, that clenched tightly, afraid to let his head exit your body. He comes to a halt, letting you feel all of his length.

Having Ricky inside you was erotic beyond all belief- he throbbed so subtly that it drew you mad, so you clenched tighter and tighter to feel his member throb again inside you, which makes Ricky smirk and let out deep groans that make you want to have your release then and there. And yet it was so perfectly comforting. It was intimacy without simple sexual and physical attraction. Both of you felt beyond that- the warmth seeping in your chest wasn't simply just from Ricky, it was from the feeling of both of you being conncected, and you knew Ricky felt it too, the way he smiled in a way that made time stop, that made the world come to a hault.

"Ready, cutie?" He whispered. You nodded almost immediately, biting your lip.

Ricky took that as approval, continuing to rock his hips again. He watched your eyes closely, for any pain or discomfort shooting across them. Even when the smallest wince left your lips he ate those sounds up, connecting his lips with yours. "That's it, pretty boy." He'd whisper. "I got you, I got you."

He sped up, and so did your heart rates. He brushed against your prostate with his tip, now repetedely slamming his hips into him, wanting to hear the best sighs and gasps of pleasure from your lips. "Let me hear you moan, love." He'd say into your ear. "I want to hear wether I'm making you feel good." So you would. You'd let your teeth loosen their grip on your lower lip, immediately letting open the flood gates of moans and whimpers. You moaned his name, so often you messed up the syllables, symply opting for a breathy "...Ky..." at times. Ricky loved it, simply said. He loved how drunk you got on his cock, and how desperately your dick arched up for him, signalling you were close. He was too.

He didn't need to passionately declare how he was gonna cum, either. You knew by the way his member twitched. His fingers wrapped around your own member, pumping in a smooth up-and down pattern, that only made your head spin with pleasure.

You were reaching new heights, new limits and constantly pushing them, overstimulated to the point where all you could do was scream your boyfriend's name, before you spewed all over yourself your creamy white fluid, which made him groan even harder. "Fuck, cutie, look at the mess you made." He'd giggle, before throwing his head back for mere seconds, before Ricky connected his lips with yours, and within seconds you felt his fluids spilling inside you, dripping out in sparkly off-white lines. Ricky rode out his high for a few minutes, his lips never leaving yours.

When he finally broke the kiss, he looked at you adoringly, at the mess he'd made of you: Flushed face, heaving chest, a dopey smile on the face, and a tight pink hole that was spilling with semen. He kissed your forehead, then ruffled your hair. "C'mon, let's get you cleaned up."

[colossrat]

Anyone interested in the superficial lives of Gotham's socialites knows what a chicken Bruce Wayne is. This is a persona that Bruce puts a lot of effort into as no one would think that a playboy like him would be Batman, he's too busy kissing and making bad jokes with hot people.

That said, he is careful not to repeat the people he spends a night with. He makes mental notes to only be seen in public with this person again after a semester maybe

But one day, he finds himself forced to attend a party alone. The women he planned to flirt with and appear in front of the paparazzi just did not show up and he finds himself needing to pull someone to his side. He watches every corner of the room intently, looking for people he hasn't hung out with in the last six months, only for his eyes to be reluctantly locked on an oddly familiar, yet unfamiliar man.

This would be Clark Kent aka Superman, disguised as a high society figure looking for information from Lex Luthor and perhaps some gossip for the daily planet. Changing his posture, clothes, a fake earring and wig he SURPRISINGLY passes off very well as a shy playboy who has a lot of money but little attitude.

Outcome? After Bruce stares at Clark for 20 minutes mentally cursing himself while trying to remember WHERE he could know that guy, his mind suddenly wanders to memories of another strong man with a jaw as sharp as his, and he subtly finds himself thinking, "He kind of looks like Superman...?" and then once again “I never got with him? Strange” because IN FACT he has already effectively flirted with all the gay bi pan or any men from Gotham's high society who would subtly remind him of his co-worker.

Clark, breaking into a cold sweat (not really) thinking that Bruce Wayne was suspicious of him because of his farm boy attitude, begins to sweat even colder (not really) when the prince of Gotham approaches with a charismatic smile  and an extra drink, sticking to himself for the rest of the night with stupidly bad but very effective flirting. He finds himself laughing awkwardly as Bruce eats him with his eyes from head to toe.

But no matter how much Wayne flirted with that guy, making him blush, laughing like an idiot with those hands without knowing where to stop, he couldn't get ONE PHOTO. Clark was just very good at turning his face away at the right time, or covering up, hiding like a little mouse. Bruce thought it was strangely cute, but MY GOD, what's the harm in letting yourself be part of a little gossip? He needed an alibi that he was at that party before going around like Batman beating up some bad guys, but Kent wasn't cooperating at all. None of his photos would be in any gossip magazine if they weren't newsworthy like “Bruce Wayne caught swapping spit with mysterious playboy from Gotham”

Normally it wouldn't be that difficult for him, normally it wouldn't be difficult at all. This made him strangely motivated and curious about his new friend. However, he was never really able to find out more, as Clark left the party in the blink of an eye when he heard some crimes nearby.

In the end, Bruce had to cause a scene by pretending to be drunk to get the flashes in his direction. Nothing that showing your underwear while taking a shower in a decorative fountain won't solve.

This happened and months passed, to this day Bruce feels stupid for not having gotten that man's contact, also wondering how he disappeared from the face of Gotham since he never saw him again. But he wasn't a villain or informant since nothing happened in any way related to that party after that. So he wasn't a bad guy? Who was he???

Sometimes he thinks about it before going to sleep, losing the will and going to spend three hours in the Batcave researching the socialites who have already set foot in Gotham and trying to find this handsome man that he couldn't figure out.

im sleepy so maybe this is messy

[wrenofwvnds]

march, march, march of

the falsettos..stickers!

this is for the gay musical theatre fans (me) 🏳️‍🌈

u know the drill, these will be up as individual stickers on my redbubble asap! again, if anyone wants to buy me a cricut so i can print them myself, i’d be v happy to accept 🫶🏻 i also meant to export the lineart so it could be a flash sheet but i merged the line art and then closed procreate before i realised 🤦‍♀️ anywho, im gonna try and edit it on photoshop and then i’ll post that too!

i’m having so much fun making more sell-able art and i really feel motivated by it. i think the combination of getting into tattooing and going to the queer market at the lgbtq+ centre in london lost month, has inspired a new wave of marketable art within my ~practise~. i’ve seen first hand how happy art can make people, just from being at the tattoo studio doing my apprenticeship, so i feel inspired to make illustrations that will also bring people joy!

i did a load of stuff to sell in 2020 but it didn’t do well so i felt very disheartened. but right now, i think i have a wider understanding of what commercial art can be - and that you can do it in a way that still feels authentic to yourself as an artist. so that’s what these stickers are! things related to my special interests that hopefully a lot of people will also enjoy :)

i totally recommend falsettos as a musical and am finding it very interesting to research! musical theatre is such an interesting medium and i love seeing how people have utilised it to tell important stories through music. falsettos covers themes around the AIDS crisis, jewish identity, homosexuality, divorce and family. it’s a very human story and the music is great!

[blublublujk]

i just fucked your girl (and she loved it)

oneshot

word count: 11k

genre: established relationship (reader x namjoon), dark/morally gray characters and decisions

pairings: ghost hoseok x y/n and y/n x fiancé namjoon

summary:

A very lonely, horny ghost comes to haunt your dreams (and fulfills your every sexual desire).

warnings: oh my god get ready this is gonna get long. swearing, cheating?? (is it really cheating if he's dead? i'll let you decide), explicit sexual content; sexual "nightmares", unprotected vaginal sex AND anal (ITS TIME :D), rough sex, sub/dom dynamics, no safe word, submission, dirty talk, hoseok refers to people he comes across as victims (he doesn't force anyone i promise, not unless they want to ofc), masturbation, fingering, petplay? (the reader likes being called kitten), slight hand kink, slut shaming (oopsies), use of spit (oops again), use of lube, hickeys, lots of begging, hoseok's a bit mean but the ending will make it up a bit ISTG, namjoon's an innocent sweetheart, reader feels a lot of guilt, ass play (YAY), rimming (YAY pt2), mentions to gay sex and clown kink (you'll see), hoseok's like a ghost sex worker and the reader sorta manifests him, sex toys, multiple orgasms, overstimulation, spanking, come shot, blowjob, hair pulling, daddy kink, breast play, creampie, a bit of a sad/angsty ending, so sorry if anything is missing I RLLY TRIED

btw there's sex scenes between namjoon and the reader AND hoseok and the reader so they both get their share.

a.n: happy fucking halloween. sorry this got a little sad towards the end, but i hope you guys love it as much as i do. i think i'll live in this world for a while. i'm so obsessed with this probably, my favorite work yet. i think this is my smuttiest work too? idk. i was gonna delete like half of it because i hate myself sometimes but i figured you guys would enjoy something a little longer so i typed and typed until my lil heart desired and this beast was created. btw i finished this at exactly 6:13pm. i thought i'd let yall know, if anyone's as crazy as me :D im so curious what you guys think about this one so feel free to comment (only if you want too ofc ^.^) idk when i'll be back with something new but please be patient with me. i promise im not leaving lol i just get busy. OKIE THIS IS SO LONG SORRY AND ENJOY. byeee <3

p.s. i do plan to write an epilogue cuz this got crazy at the end. so much left unsaid. my brain is sooo... lol

—> m.list

—> welcome me on ao3 & twt

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It was the same damn nightmare. 

For the past three weeks you had been waking up in coldsweat, heart nearly beating out of your chest, breathing so out of control. You could barely hold yourself up.

And still somehow, you woke up drenching your panties of your own slick arousal.

It was the same nightmare from yesterday, the day before that, and the day before that. You would end up in a dark, ominous apartment. It was yours, but somehow different. The apartment was pitch black, flashing red lights from time-to-time, as if someone in the building had pulled the emergency alarm. You would crumble in your bed, closing your eyes and praying it would end soon. That’s when he would appear. 

A man in all black, long dark tousled hair. His teeth were bright, you could tell by the smile on his face while he watched you wither away in your sheets. The glow in his dull, sharp eyes would shine even in the dark. 

He watched as you squirmed in your bed, feeling heavy, unable to stand by your own strength.

“Don’t force it, darling. Take what you need.” The stranger would say with a strong raspy tone, smelling your arousal fall into the sheets below your bottom. You were always bare in your nightmares as if you were waiting and submitting for him.

You couldn’t resist the feeling. At his call, your fingers would come to relieve the ache between your thighs. Playing with yourself as if you were alone, but it was far from the truth. He would watch as you pumped yourself two fingers deep, sighing and whimpering, satisfied that you no longer felt empty. 

Sometimes, well no most times, he would join you in your nightmares. He would tear your hands from your leaking cunt sparing mercy and you would complain against your sheets. The stranger wasn’t that bad, not for long at least, because he would fill you with his own two fingers, his eyes would dilate watching you fall apart. He was smooth and precise, he would curve his fingers, hitting your g-spot right on target, loving the sinful sounds you made as you arched your back and yelled moans without holding back. 

Once he was satisfied and right as you were about to explode, he would pull away, whipping his hard, swollen cock out of his pants and tugs on himself, forcing you to watch as he pleased himself . Of course you wanted it, but this was so wrong, very wrong. 

The worst part is he wouldn’t just give it to you, he would make you beg for it. “Talk to me baby, you want it?”

You would shake your head, denying him and trying to pull yourself from under him, but realistically it is all you wanted. You wanted to taste the beads that fell from the slit of his hard cock. He was fucking big and that itself made you go fucking insane, his hands wrapped around his length nicely. You tried to stop your thoughts from going any further, but your imagination was a powerful thing, thinking about how his pretty hands would feel wrapped around your throat instead of his dick. 

“Oh, you don’t? Maybe I’ll just leave you like this then.” He would say and it fucked with your head. 

That was the last thing you wanted. “But– m’ so empty.”

“Then beg for it slut, you don’t have to be empty and lonely for long.” His tongue was smooth and wet against your skin as he licked down your throat, sucking little marks onto your skin. He had you wrapped around his fucking fingers and there wasn’t a damn thing you could do about it. You wanted to move but at the same time, you wanted him to have his way with you. God can forgive you for this later. 

“I c-can’t.” 

“What a shame. I’ll just take care of myself and leave you here to watch.” He would start pumping his cock faster, tugging at the crown of his length. 

You made an agonizing sound of complaint. “Please.”

“Please what little kitten?” 

He was mean. So mean. 

And you were fucking stupid. 

“Please, f-fuck me.” You begged so sweetly.

The man would smile sinisterly before shoving himself deep inside you, forcing a scream of pleasure. He was not gentle in any way and you fucking liked that. As sick as it was.

He fucked you like his only mission was to make you come and drive you insane, pushing your legs far apart and brutally fucking deep into your walls.

He would watch you fall into your sheets, murmuring noncoherent words, completely submitting to the stranger you fell apart in his complete mercy. 

What an honor. 

“That's it baby. Squirt all over my dick.” His voice was always deep and you swore you could hear a smirk between his words. 

Like magic his words would rip intense orgasms out of you and he would fuck you through them all until you eventually collapsed unconscious.

You wake up in a gasp, the wet feeling between your legs nearly makes you gag. 

This can’t be. Not again.

“Baby, wake up.” A voice calls gently, soft hands soothe your back, patting and rubbing gently. “It’s just a nightmare, love. I’m here.”

“Joonie?”

“Yes baby. I’m here, go back to bed. I’ve got you.” His calm voice manages to settle the beating drum of your heart and still, this is the exact problem with these recurring nightmares. 

Even as your fiancé rubs circles into your back, all you can think of is the hands of that strange man that would fuck you into a delrious state. You hated it. It felt too close to cheating. 

If only Namjoon saw what your nightmares truly consisted of, he would be horrified and disgusted. Every night was worse, the guilt slowly started building in the pit of your stomach as you would daydream about the nightmare over and over and over. 

…

“You okay baby?” Namjoon’s voice was gentle, aware that your mind was somewhere else during dinner.

“I- yes.” But you weren’t okay. Not one bit. Flashbacks of the man in your nightmares would haunt your thoughts. These nightmares would play in your head like old memories.

His hooded eyes watching as you fucked yourself open. He would whisper things like, ‘that’s it kitten, so fucking wet all for me’ and ‘good kitten, nice and tight for me’. 

“Imagine what your fiancé would do if he saw the way you squirm in my hands. He could never fuck you the way I could, kitten. Isn't that right? Only I fuck you exactly the way you like it. My little submissive kitten.” 

“Please.” Begging is all you could muster to do in your dreams. You felt pathetic. You never wanted someone so bad. The guilt only grew stronger when you realized you were fucking addicted to your own dreams. You started chasing these nightmares. 

What was wrong with you? 

“Baby?” Namjoon called your attention once again, smiling apologetically. “You feeling okay? Your face is quite flushed.”

Your hands fall onto your face feeling the slight burn against your palms. “Sorry. I’m okay, just a little hot in here is all.” 

“It’s the end of October baby. It’s been really cold out. I’m surprised you aren't begging me to warm you up by now.” He tries to carry the conversation into a lighter, more casual matter. 

A nervous smile breaks out onto your lips, as you brush a piece of hair out of your face. “Must just be experiencing hot flashes. It happens when I’m a bit more stressed than usual.”

“Anything you wanna talk about? You know you can talk to me.” He’s sweet and present for you as usual. You feel your heart drop thkining about how this is what you are missing out on by feeding into those stupid fucking nightmares. Something had to change. 

Wake up, Y/N. 

“Yeah, I know babe. It’s nothing to worry about. Just work stuff.” You make an excuse for yourself and it seems to work, for now. 

“Mm, okay. Don’t be afraid to come to me for anything. I don’t want you suffering alone.” Your fiancé places a hand on top of yours, squeezing it softly. 

“Thank you, Joonie.” This time you give him a real smile, but the guilt still stays hidden deep inside you watching as he reciprocates the smile back at you.

“There’s my beautiful bride-to-be. Stop worrying so much baby. Maybe you should take some time off from work. You know sleep usually makes you feel better. It always has. My sleepy girl.” 

And there it goes and hits you all at once again. 

Guilt. So much guilt. Sleep doesn’t even feel enough these days. The nightmares make you feel as if you never rest. You are clearly aware that dreams aren’t real life, but you even wake up sore from them. It’s scary how realistic it all feels. Maybe that’s why this makes it worse for you. Everything feels too real.

“Yeah… I’ll think about it.” But you won't because time off means resting and resting means more sleep and more time for these nightmares to keep haunting you. It’s like you will never win. 

“Eat your dinner baby, it's getting cold.” 

—-

The daydreams continue even at work. 

“Let me see that perfect ass, kitten. Turn around for me.” 

It’s like he completely owns you, hypnotized by his voice. You immediately present for him, face down and ass up sitting so nicely. 

“Fuck kitten, look at you. Tell me, does that lame fiancé of yours ever play with this ass?” 

You whimper a ‘no’ feeling a glob of spit drip into your unused, virgin hole. His thumb caressing the wet ring of muscle, watching you clench around nothing.

“I’ll change that soon, kitten. Just how you like it.” 

Namjoon wasn’t necessarily opposed to butt stuff, the one time you mentioned it he briefly dismissed it. Granted, he was busy at the time with some work, and you were too embarrassed to bring it up again. 

It seems you got lucky nonetheless. 

The man blows hot air into your wet hole, his lips felt soft against your ass. He would leave a kiss here and there before his tongue peaked out and circled around your rim. 

“Yes, yes, yes.” You weren’t the most vocal sexual partner yet somehow, under his touch, you were the loudest. 

Moans fell dangerously loud from your lips as he would continue to fuck his tongue deep inside your ass. Stopping every few seconds to stare at your puffy rim, gaping around nothing. Fuck, what a sight for sore eyes you were. 

“Please.” 

“What baby?” His palm was heavy against your ass, watching it bounce back. 

“More.” You would beg. 

“Anything.” He would purr back. 

A thumb circled around the velvety muscle before pushing right in, fucking his thumb alongside spit that dripped from his mouth. 

Yes. Just how you like it.

“Y/N?” Your coworker brushes a hand against your shoulder. “You doing okay?” 

“Shit– yeah, my bad Yoona. I’ve just been feeling a bit sick lately, I think I’m coming down with a cold.” Which is a complete lie, but how do you tell your coworker you’re having wet daydreams about another man (who by the way only exists in your imagination) that isn’t your fiancé and that it is taking over every part of your life and that the guilt of it all sits heavy on your chest as days pass by and there is nothing you can do about it, but indulge in these dreams and practically live in them because you’ve become an addict. 

Yoona breathes out a light hum. “You don’t seem sick.” 

Fuck.

“Yeah… well it’s just starting, my throat feels dry and sore these days.”

“Maybe you should take a day off?” She suggests. 

“Yeah, maybe.” You agree just so she gets off your back. 

“You’ve been working a lot these days anyways. I’m sure Mr. Gyun wouldn’t mind if you called off. You’re one of his favorites anyways.” She laughs and you fake a smile. 

“Yeah, right. I’ll think about it. Let's just focus on work. We need this revised and sent off by Monday.” 

“Sure sure. But I’m being serious, take a day off or two, you look like you need it. You seem… tired?” She says, worrying by the sound of her tone. 

Because you know she will never let this go, you reassure her. “Yoona, I love you to death, but don’t worry too much, okay? I’ll take some time off if it gets worse. Thank you, really.”

“Alright, just looking after you Y/N. Your soon-to-be husband would kill me if I didn't.”

“I’ll tell him you’re doing a great job, now back to the transcripts…”

—-

You knew the night would eventually come. 

There was only so much you could ignore and forget. 

A sudden rush of heat wakes you from one of your nightmares, the jolt in your body scaring Namjoon awake beside you. You knew that he meant no trouble, but he gave you the face of ‘this again?’ and you could no longer push it aside. 

“Baby?” Namjoon’s voice is tired and filled with sleep, but he asks anyways while patting your back gently, as he always does when this happens like the sweet fiancé he is. “What happens in these dreams anyways?”

How do you tell your husband-to-be and boyfriend of seven years that you get completely ruined by another man in your sleep? 

Namjoon was far too sweet and innocent to get mad at you for this and you knew that. Yet the guilt never stopped you from feeling terribly about the situation. 

“You won’t be upset with me?” Your voice comes out as a whisper. 

Namjoon stands to turn on the nightlight by the bed before he lays back and wraps his strong arms around your waist. “Baby, look at me.”

With heavy eyes, you look back at your fiancé. 

His palm cradles your soft cheek, pushing a loose hair behind your ear. “I could never be upset with you, my love. It might help to talk your nightmares through. I’ll be right here with you baby.”

With shaking hands, you take a deep breath. “Well, I don’t know where they come from, but there’s this man in my dreams.” 

Namjoon raises a brow, doing his absolute best to understand you even while the clock reads in bold 3:44am. 

“This man, he’s dressed in all black. He— he has these dark eyes.” 

“Dark eyes?” 

“Yeah, he— his eyes are dark, sharp all around, it’s sinister.” 

“Okay. What happens?” He whispers, pulling you even closer into him, your hand falls into his chest for comfort.

“He— he…” You struggle finding the right words. 

Namjoon’s eyes go wide. “Baby, d-does he hurt you?”

No. Of course not. In fact, he does the opposite. The man pleases you until you can’t give him anymore and he leaves you with sore limbs and the burning stretch between your legs as a reminder of what he’s done to you and what he’s capable of. 

You quickly shake your head. “No but he- he touches me and does things to me.”

“Oh honey, why would I be mad at you about that? That’s completely unacceptable. Nobody should be touching you or doing things to you if you don't want it. I see now why this bothers—” 

“Joonie, I feel,” you start and swallow the awful feeling in your throat, “ I feel like… if I've been cheating on you.”

“Baby, I know you would never. They’re just nightmares after all. It’s not like you enjoy it baby.” This is what you mean by Namjoon’s too innocent and kind-hearted to see past the lines between your words. 

“But- I.”

“Wait… do you? Do you enjoy them?” Namjoon almost looks hurt to ask the question, but he’s quick to reassure you. “It’s okay baby, if you do.” 

“I do.” You whisper like it’s some dirty secret.

There’s a pregnant pause before Namjoon pulls you completely flush against his body, rubbing circles behind your back. “It’s okay baby, it's okay. They’re just nightmares. They mean nothing.” 

He kisses your hair for comfort and you let out a sob because they are much more than that to you and you know it. They are all you can think about. Shit, you think if you were given the chance, you would actually let that man have his way with you in real life. And it makes you feel disgusting because you know you enjoy this dynamic way too much.

At first, it was terrifying, you didn’t know the man and he, well he just became a weakness and you wanted him so bad, as much as you hated to admit it. Your imagination was a powerful tool. Why you and why with him? Why couldn’t your dreams be with Namjoon, your high school sweetheart?

“I’m so sorry, Joonie. For all these long nights. I don’t know what’s wrong with me. The nightmares don’t stop, in fact they only feel longer and they get worse.” You cry into his chest. 

“I know honey, it’s not your fault. Just think of me whenever you feel this way, okay?” He pulls back, wiping your tears off with his sleeves. Your fiancé was so fucking sweet and that’s why you fell in love with him in the first place. He was never angry at you or disappointed. Namjoon was always patient with you and a complete sweetheart. God, you’re so fucking stupid. 

“And I’m not mad at you, okay? I never will be. Those nightmares mean nothing to me. I love you Y/N.” Your fiancé whispers into your hair, kissing the side of your face. 

Namjoon has always been way better than you because had you been in his shoes, you couldn’t phantom hearing about him enjoying the presence of another woman. He knew only one part of this story. Namjoon doesn’t know that you spend evenings, the time you have the house alone while he’s off at work, fucking yourself to this strange man’s voice in your head. That you open yourself up just how you do in your nightmares and you swear you hear his voice telling you to keep going. You swear you hear him calling your name asking you about how Namjoon would feel about this. Like if his whole purpose is to make you feel worse about the situation. He’s ruining your life and you’re letting him. You think you’ve given up and it’s just started.

“I- I love you too.” You reply.

Namjoon smiles apologetically, hands gentle against your skin. “Let’s sleep?”

You nod and he pulls you against his hard chest, rubbing your back while he attempts to lull you back to sleep. It eventually comes, but not before you wake to those dark eyes again and the nightmare continues. This time you don't even fight it. He fucks you until you feel yourself collapse and you swear nothing has ever felt better. 

…

The next morning Namjoon gently shakes you awake. “Good morning my love, you slept through your alarm. I figured you could take a day off so I called your boss to let him know you couldn’t come in today. I hope you don't mind.” 

“Joonie?” Your voice is the cutest in the mornings (according to Namjoon), he smiles watching you struggle to wake up. 

“Yes, my baby. I’m just getting ready to leave for work, but I wanted to say goodbye before I leave.”

Well, it’s not like you have a choice so you accept your fate. “Oh, okay. Thank you.”

“No problem, honey. You slept quite well. You didn’t even wake up this time! Did it help? Talking through it?” Again, Namjoon could be so clueless. 

The only reason you slept this well is because you were fucked into oblivion in your dream. As unbelievable as it may sound, you even felt sore down there. But he doesn’t have to know that, so he’ll just go off to work thinking that cuddles and his sweet words drifting you back to sleep actually worked. 

“Yeah… yeah it did. Thank you again. Have a nice day at work.” You say, still warmly tucked in bed. 

“I will, baby. ” He drops a peck into your cheek, smelling the fresh scent of his aftershave. “Call me if anything. See you later, my love.”

And like that you are left alone once again. The only thing that remains is the fluffy feeling of his plump lips buzzing against your cheek, a faint reminder that you are loved and have been for years, while you think about another man, one that only exists in your deepest darkest of dreams. 

—-

Hoseok doesn’t remember how it happened. All he knew is he was standing in a place unknown, sensing there was another being in the room with him. 

It's not his first time around a mortal human. No, in fact he had so much experience with lustful humans with all kinds of desires and wishes, but it has been quite long since he was manifested this strongly into someone’s dreams. 

His favorite part was watching them act as if they didn’t ask for it. Call for him. They would lie and say that they could never fuck a dead being. A ghost at that. As if they didn’t manifest him themselves. 

It's not like it was Hoseok’s fault for dying young and handsome and that now he tends to people’s guiltiest pleasures. It's not like he has anything better to do in the after-life. In reality, he’s doing people a grand fucking favor. The best thing about fucking a dead ghost is there’s absolutely no consequences, at least that’s what he always tells his victims. Unless you get addicted to one, then that’s really a personal problem. They can’t stay on mortal land forever, but for the time being Hoseok has become attached to his time here. Especially with his new little mortal toy. 

When he first heard the calling, he almost missed it. He was fucking another mortal, a man in his mid-twenties to be exact. The man had called for him in his dreams and he attended to his duty with pleasure. 

This man had a thing for clowns and Hoseok wasn’t no fucking clown, but he did his best to please him. His outfit was in all black (of course, it was his favorite color) and fit him quite well though it was different from his usual style, even down to the clown hat and all.

The guy would scream under Hoseok as he would pound into him like some fuck-doll and would have him come undone within minutes. He was so fucking easy to please. They always are.

When Hoseok came to you the first night. That’s how you found him. He still had the same outfit on (he was ripped from the last dream) and his hat had nearly fallen off in the process, but he was pleased when he came across his next victim. You were beautiful. 

“Who— who are you?” You screeched, covering yourself up, cheeks flushed. You had been doing unspeakable things to yourself in the dream. “What are you doing in my room?!”

Hoseok smiles. God, they always are the same. “Don’t ask questions you don’t want the answer to and don’t mind me, keep doing what you were doing before I had rudely interrupted.”

The stranger goes to sit by the vanity in your room, making himself extremely comfortable as if it is a regular Tuesday night for him. 

You try to stand and it's like something washes over you. The strange force pushes you back down and you have no choice but to take it. 

The man chuckles, throwing his hat aside. “Don’t hurt yourself trying. Just let your instincts guide you. Tell me what it is you want, this will all go much smoother and much faster.” 

The stranger in black winks and you feel disgusted (though your pussy doesn’t seem to agree with you).

Still you manage to say, “I want you to get out of my fucking room. I’m about to get married, you know and he’ll fucking kill you.” 

“Ohhh.” He purrs, standing as he walks across the room. He stops a couple steps from your bed and leans down to match your height. “But you asked for me to come, baby. So guess what? Now I am your problem.”

He pinches your nose, wrinkling his own in the process and flashes a charming smile. 

You swat his hand off you almost immediately. “I— I didn’t ask for anything. I don’t even know you and I don’t want to know you.” 

“Mm, but soon we’ll know each other very well. Let’s not fight this.” The man’s voice is silky and you could practically see the sinful desire in his eyes while they take in your naked figure. 

You have no idea what he even means by that, but right now you could care less. This is just a nightmare and soon enough, he will disappear and you will get to go back to doing what you were doing before he ever existed. 

“Leave me alone please.” 

The guy puts his hands up clearly coming and going in peace, while retreating back a few steps. “Whatever you say princess. I’ll be back when you’re ready.” 

And just like that the man disappeared into a black distorted shadow. 

He shows up only three nights later. 

This time he catches you on your knees, riding a dildo on your bed. You don’t even hear him until he’s in front of you. Your hips stop mid roll. Whimpering as you feel the tug on your hair.

“Seems you’re ready.” He rasps, having a strong grip on your hair forcing you to look up at him. 

“I— who the fuck are you? Seriously? What do you want with me? I know I’m dreaming and I can wake up any secomd so what the fuck do you want with me.” This time you don’t even entertain him. It’s clear this man has his own vulgar intentions, you wanna skip the small talk. He doesn’t seem like the type to give up until he gets exactly what he wants. 

“The better question is what do you want with me. You manifested me after all, darling.” 

Your eye twitches at the pet name, but you ignore it, for now. “But— I don't know you. How is that fucking possible?”

Even though he knows you won't understand it completely, he still answers truthfully. “I’m dead baby. Anything is possible.” 

Great, so you’re just supposed to believe this man is some ghost haunting you in your dreams. Perfect!

This time you don’t ignore his stupid use of pet names. “S-Stop calling me that.” 

“Oh?” The man pouts, and to be honest that does something to you. If the situation was different maybe you would admit he looks fucking sexy, even if he’s a menace. 

His brows furrow, his jawline clenching as he speaks. “Is there another pet name you like? We’re already getting farther than last time, princess.” 

You don’t even attempt to hold back the scoff, your eyes roll back. “No. I don’t— I didn't ask for you and I don’t want you bothering me anymore. Just please leave me alone. Please.”

The man groans, looking down at you with hooded eyes, the fist in your hair grips harder reminding you that he still had you under his control. “God, but you sound perfect begging. Are you sure of that, kitten?”

The man's voice drops in a sultry tone, nearling purring while he speaks. And somehow, that manages to slip a whine from your throat, nearly drooling at the sight. 

Your eyes immediately widen. “I— I didn't mean that.”

“Oh, so that’s what you like.” The man smiles, petting your head affectionately. You were fucked. “Of course you didn't. You were so close weren't you, kitten?” 

You shake your head, you’re unable to look away, but at the same time you want to throw his hands off you. You felt completely powerless under his gaze and you were liking it a lot more than you would like to admit. 

“Don’t bother lying to me princess, I can smell it. You were so fucking close.” He whines the last part, biting his bottom lip, he seems to breathe in the scent. “So fucking close. I’m sorry. I always join at the worst times, you can continue.” 

He offers like a fucking weirdo, pervert and still you disgustingly want it. 

“I said, don't call me that!” Your hand flies to his and forces it off you. 

“Then talk to me.” He’s rough, but firm with his tone. 

“No. I don’t- can't and I won't. Go bother someone else.” 

“I can’t. You asked for me and you brought me here. Now you have to deal with this.” He doesn't attempt to put his hands back on you, but he does let his gaze wander seeing as you still haven’t moved from your dildo. 

“This is bullshit. It’s just in my head anyways. If I close my eyes it’s like you aren’t even here. Now let me fucking come in peace.” Your eyes closed in the middle of your rant and he seemed to listen. Hoseok backs off, watching you from your wall to be exact, but he lets you take care of yourself. That’s what he’s there for after all. 

After a few seconds of calming yourself down and regaining your arousal, you slowly lift yourself up feeling the dildo pull against your walls and you drop yourself back down. 

Hoseok was right, you weren’t too far away from coming, but he messed up your pace and now you have to work yourself back up. 

It doesn’t take too long before you set a quick pace, fucking yourself onto the silicone length. 

Truly it wasn’t that you and Namjoon’s sex life was bad, in fact he was the best fuck of your life (not that you had much experience given he was your high school sweetheart) but after years of being together, things had changed, a lot. 

You don’t even remember the last time you guys got creative in bed, besides a few vibrators from time-to-time. It was starting to get boring and you didn't want to admit this to him, but you wanted so much more. It's like your body was begging for it. And you didn’t want to hurt his feelings by saying it, so instead you kept it to yourself and the sexual frustration built up overtime making it impossible not to think about constantly. 

You gasp when you finally open your eyes to find the man watching you with heavy lidded eyes from your wall, he’s not even touching himself, but you can see he’s hard in his pants. 

He licks his lips as he watches you jump down on the dildo ferociously. Your eyes make contact and that's when everything seems to explode.

Moans start slipping from your lips and you feel the knot in your stomach start to build quickly. The silicone molds around your walls perfectly, feeling the tip brush against your sweet spot repeatedly, fisting the sheets below you. 

Hoseok’s nose seems to flare and he can practically taste your arousal in the air. He watches as you bounce on that useless dildo, wishing it was his cock instead. Your mouth falls open, drool nearly spilling while you feel the knot coming undone.

It isn’t long before Hoseok finally decides to speak and it does wonders. “Come, you fucking slut.”

Fuck.

On call, you come and he’s forced to watch you moan and writhe against your sheets, feeling the dildo slowly push out of you. 

He pushes himself off the wall and comes towards you and you feel too exhausted to push him away. You are laying in the middle of your bed now, dildo still between your legs but it’s fallen out. 

You feel as he pushes the dildo back inside you overstimulating your used hole as he fucks it into you deeply. You really, really shouldn't let this happen. You are going to be a married woman soon for fuck’s sake, but it all feels so fucking good- risky yet new, so you can’t help but to feed into temptation. 

Sadly, your body denies it, for now at least. “N-No I can't. Not anymore.”

His action comes to a halt. “I know. Maybe next time, kitty.” 

And he disappears once again. 

Disappointment and guilt builds all too quickly. 

Disappointed that he didn’t stay and fuck you until you passed out. And guilt that you just came in the eyes of another man and on his call. 

—-

As expected, you spend your whole day off thinking about the stranger. The way he looks at you, the way he bites his bottom lip while taking you in. The way he grips your hair and clenches his sharp, symmetrical jawline when he has you falling apart in his hands. You could feel his touch, it’s impossible you know, but it all feels too real and it all happens so fast. 

He had a name now. He told you in one of your dreams while he was taking you from behind. 

“Say my name kitten. Who’s fucking you this good? Fuck, what a sight from behind. You’re just perfect all around, aren’t you?” Hoseok’s hands grip onto your ass cheeks, fucking into your pussy brutally. He hasn’t stopped pounding into you and it’s already been ten minutes. Maybe more? Maybe less? You stopped counting. Good dick leaves you feeling stupid. 

“H-Hoseok.” You whimper into your pillow, you think you have officially lost your fucking mind. 

“What?” You swear you can hear the smirk on his lips. 

“Hoseok.” You’re louder this time, but your voice is muffled, face falling into your pillow. 

“Louder slut!” There’s a sting on your ass and he has a fistful of your hair, lifting your face from up the pillow while he continues to ram into you from behind. You realize you are so fucking close and he knows it too, you try to meet his strong thrusts, but it’s no use because it knocks the air from under you. He manages to hold you up with a strong grip. “Fuck, fuck. You’re so tight around me, kitty. You gonna come on my dick now like a good slut? Huh?” 

“Yes!” This time your voice is loud and you scream without holding back. “Hoseok! Hoseok! Oh, nghh… fuck, Hoseok!” 

His name falls from your lips over and over while you come on his cock, just like he asked of you. That satisfies him enough and he squirts his own orgasm all over your plump ass, watching you come down from your own afterglow.

You had come to the fucked conclusion that the only way to possibly fucking fix something like this (as sick as it may sound) is to fuck it away. You had to tell Namjoon, maybe experiment a bit more just so you can finally get this man out of your head. Regain your peace of mind. Namjoon would do anything you’d ask of him, you could assure that. You just had to find a way to tell him so he wouldn’t feel it was his fault or as if he was lacking. Or you could just not tell him. 

Either way you think fucking this away would help for the time being at least.

Sex is a very special and intimate practice and that’s genuinely how it always felt with Namjoon. He always took his time with you and fucked you slow and deep. 

Before, you will admit that it was nice and that’s why he attracted you so much but now, you don’t want it to be nice or slow. You want someone to play rough, break your limits, and touch you in places you haven’t been touched before. You want to be tossed around, fucked until you can’t speak any coherent sentences. Was that just too much to ask for? 

(Hoseok sure didn't think so.)

Right as you had finished cooking dinner, Namjoon made his way through the front door, setting his work bag down by the coat rack.  

“You’re cooking?” Namjoon asks, wrapping his arms around your waist and pulling you in for a quick kiss. “Smells good.” 

“Yeah, I figured you deserved a nice meal to come home to. I didn’t have much else to do.” You swiftly kiss him back.

Namjoon pulls you in closer, arms holding you tightly. He still smells as fresh as he did when he first left. “I told you to rest, my love. You didn’t have to do anything.” 

“I know, I know. I really wanted to though. Let’s just eat, we'll talk after.” He nods and kisses your cheek once more. 

“Let's eat then.”

…

Namjoon decides a movie night is needed on a night like tonight. 

You were more clingy than usual (and of course, he loves it). So he puts on a random movie and allows you to cuddle him up to the fullest of your extent. 

“You’re so cuddly today, my love.” Namjoon whispers into your hair, mid-movie. 

“I just missed you is all.” And you really did, it's been long since you and Namjoon had an intimate night (maybe since these dreams started), you think it's finally time. 

He smiles rubbing his hand down your arm. “I missed you too honey.” 

You lift your head from his chest and lean in slowly, he immediately picks up on the drift and leans down to meet your lips. 

His lips are soft against yours, kissing you with gentle movements. His palm comes to rest on your cheek while you escalate the kiss. 

Your tongue comes up slowly and he lets you in quite easily. You take a hand and rake it down his chest, pulling yourself on his lap carefully. 

You start to slowly whine your hips, making it all too obvious about what you need and want. Namjoon follows along without complaints. 

“Do you wanna?” Namjoon asks, a bit breathless, bringing his forehead against yours. 

“Yes.” You whisper. “Yes, please.”

Namjoon smiles and steals one last kiss before he attempts to stand, thinking it would be best to move this to the bed, but you hold him down with a shove to his abdomen. 

“No. I want it, right here.” You say, finding yourself a little breathless yourself, you needed this. 

His eyes seem to widen for the moment, but he seems to agree and pulls you back in for a kiss, this time he lets his tongue push into your mouth further exploring. He tastes the sweet tang of red wine on your tongue and he groans into the kiss. 

You pull back only for a second as you get rid of your shirt and he starts to unbutton his own. Once the shirts are off, you tug your bra off freeing your breast and bring your lips back together with great force. 

Though he doesn’t complain, Namjoon is in shock. He hasn’t seen you this needy and desperate in years, he thinks? Or at least he doesn’t remember it like that. He lets you rut against his already hard member and kisses you with equal passion.

The next time he pulls away, he tugs on your leggings and he helps you out of them. Typically your panties come down with it, but you decide you’ll just push them aside. You return the offer by pushing his jeans down, including his briefs, his dick slaps against his stomach weighing heavy. 

Your mouth instantly waters, but right now you want him inside the rest will just have to come another time. 

Namjoon looks at you with so much love and admiration and for a minute, the guilt comes crashing down. You want him, you know you do so why is the guilt still there? Is it because even as you have your lover right where you want him all you can think about is how the stranger (Hoseok) from your dreams would have had you flipped onto the couch and had his way with you hours ago. Maybe he would have fucked you against the kitchen counter, defile the damn marble. Maybe he would have taken you right against your front door, like the slut you wanted to be for him. All you know for sure is he wouldn’t have let this much time pass. 

You shake your stupid thoughts away and look back up at your fiancé. This is where you want to be. Where you fucking belong. Without letting your imagination run wild, you rub yourself against Namjoon’s hard length, spreading your arousal all over him. 

“Fuck, you’re so wet baby.” He bites a moan back, feeling your warm juices, slicken his cock. 

You moan against his mouth when you feel the tip latch on to your hole, slowly sinking down on him. You feel his cock stretch your warm walls and he feels he could come already. It's just been so long (can anyone really blame him). 

You bring your hips up a bit before crashing back down feeling the burn on your tight heat. 

“So warm and tight baby.” His hands land on your hips, toying with the band of your panties. “Come here.”

Namjoon brings you flush against his chest slowing your movement, his lips crash into yours. The kiss feels much different from before. He doesn’t hold back, as soon as your tongue clashes with his, he sucks and bites it playfully. You groan into his mouth, accidentally squeezing harder against his length. 

“Fuck baby, just like that.” His dick twitches deeply against your velvety walls, you can tell he’s holding back. “I think I’ll come soon if you continue like this.”

Like hell, you’ll let him come now, you’ve barely had your fill. Without no desire to, you slowly slide off his dick, dropping knees first onto the cold floor below you. 

“Baby–” Namjoon starts, but you push his hands away as he tries to pull you back up.

“Let me do this, you’ll last longer.” He hesitates, but eventually surrenders, laying his hands aside. “Don’t be scared to use your hands, use my mouth, Joonie.”

Fuck. How could his own perfect, sweet wife-to-be sound this seductive? He hasn’t heard you talk this way since college. And it’s been years since that. He thought the years of young, hot sex were over but he’s been wrong all along. His fiancée was the sexiest woman in the world, that he was sure of. 

Namjoon’s hands find your hair and push you towards his glistening length. It’s already drying, shame, you thought, let’s keep it warm and wet. 

Wrapping hands around it, you take his cock into your mouth, sliding your tongue across the slit, hearing a raspy moan come from Namjoon’s throat. “That’s it baby, God your mouth feels incredible.”

The tip of his cock weighs heavy against your tongue. He’s breathing heavy, while he watches you take him in further. You warm his cock with your mouth just as nicely as when you were on top of him. 

Hollowing your cheeks, you take him as far as you could go, hearing his desperate grunts. Namjoon takes a grip of your hair (he’s still very gentle with it and you try not to be disappointed) and pushes you just a bit further, feeling your throat stretch around him. “F-Fuck baby. I really won’t last.” 

You tap his thigh and he immediately lets go when he sees your eyes water. You pull off with a pop to catch your breath. “I know.”

Your voice is raspy and it’s the sexiest thing Namjoon has ever heard. And you know exactly how to make this whole situation better. Sometimes, a little whiny purr in your voice is all that’s needed to get exactly what you need. “I just want you to come down my throat. Please, fuck my throat daddy.”

Now if Namjoon wasn’t sure he could bust before, he could definitely nut in your fist right in that instant. Yes, he has a daddy kink, sue him. 

“Come here.” Namjoon demands, doesn’t hesitate this time to tug you up a little harder and place you in his lap, before he shoves your back against the couch.

“W-What are you doing?” You ask, but the answer is pretty obvious when you see him line his cock up to your hole.

“Fucking you. I’m gonna come inside you. Don’t worry baby, I won’t stop fucking you until you are statisfied.” It’s like music to your ears, his hard member slaps against your clit before he slowly eases back inside you. 

Both moaning at the feeling, he lets you adjust for a few seconds, but you waste no time to wrap your legs around his hips and pull him close. 

“Please daddy, just fuck me.” You whine into his ear. 

This time Namjoon pulls back and right before he slides out, he slams back in, balls smacking into your ass. He fucks you just like that for a while. He’s fast but skilled, finding your sweet spot quite easily. It reminds you both of older times, when things were much easier, when you were both young and easily influenced.

You moan loudly into his neck, toes curling as he fucks his dick deep inside you. “Right there daddy, please don’t stop.”

Sweat starts forming on his forehead and his hair that had once been held back by gel begins sticking to skin. It isn’t a surprise to feel him thrust harder and faster, his tongue poking at his cheek as he concentrates. “Fuck baby, I really missed fucking you just like this. You feel so tight around me, look so fucking sexy, just like this baby.” 

You eat up his praise, biting your bottom lip as you feel the tight grip he has on your hips, drilling into you like he used to. Fuck, maybe you were right. This was exactly what you needed. There’s no Hoseok in your head right now. No unwanted thoughts in your mind. It’s just you and Namjoon. How it always should have been. 

A whimper falls between your lips and you feel Namjoon leaving hickey’s around your tits, covering them beautifully with his own little marks. 

Your legs start to shake around him, and warmth starts spreading through you quickly. “Daddy— I- I think I’m gonna fucking come.” 

Namjoon grunts, mouth around your nipple while he pulls off to speak. “Yeah baby? You wanna come?”

Yes. 

No.

Not really.

Preferably you would like him to control your fucking orgasm, flip you around, start pounding into you until you can’t hold yourself together but this will have to do. 

“Y-Yeah. I wanna come.” 

“Come sweetheart.” It’s not long before you moan sweetly through an orgasm, Namjoon fucks you through it as promised and you feel like you are levitating, he maintains sinful eye contact. His thrust starts to become sloppy and you feel the instant he lets go. 

“Inside daddy, inside.” With one final strong stroke, Namjoon comes deep inside you, his breathy moans feel hot against your ear. 

There’s a few minutes of heavy breathing, settling into the couch below you. Namjoon’s breaths follow close behind yours, arm tucked below your breasts, he lays behind you. 

“You were so wonderful my love, I’m sorry we don’t do that enough.” Namjoon breaks the silence, kissing the side of your head.

For the twentieth time that week, guilt falls heavy onto your chest. You didn’t deserve him, he didn’t deserve this. 

“No, don’t apologize Joonie. It’s my fault, really. I’ve just been… out of it. But I feel much better. All thanks to you. Thank you, thank you for everything you do for me and our home.” You start getting emotional, but you don't let your tone waver. You didn’t want him to know. 

“You know I’d do it all for you, my love” He whispers into your hair, kissing along the soft skin behind your neck. “I can’t wait to marry you baby.” 

There it is again, guilt. 

“I know, I know. Me either.”

“I love you.” He doesn't hesitate to remind you sweetly. 

It hurts to say it with all that is going through your mind, but you force a reply anyway. “I love you too.” 

…

Sleep comes over you quickly that night. 

Finally, you had fucked your sweet and loving fiancé and for once, your dreams don’t start off with you fucking yourself into an orgasm. 

In fact, you don’t dream, at least you don't recall. 

Hoseok immediately knows something is different when he arrives. He doesn’t smell arousal in the air, no this time he can tell you’ve been fucked. He can smell the come leftover deep inside your walls. He’s impressed to say the least. 

He watches your chest rise and fall, a small pout framing on your lips. You sleep beautifully, he thinks you will look even better after he’s done with you for today.

With careful steps, he makes his way to the end of your bed, you jerk your arm so suddenly in your sleep and he holds back a laugh. He’s quiet when he sits besides your sleeping head, gentle fingers run through your hair. 

“Mm.” You hum sweetly in your sleep, molding against his touch, thinking it was your husband-to-be playing with your hair like he normally does. 

Before you hear him say, “someone had a good night. Isn’t that right kitten?”

Your eyes widen, nearly jumping out of bed, but Hoseok’s hands stop you from moving. “It’s just me baby.”

“H-How?” Your voice is raspy with sleep. “You were supposed to be gone.”

Hoseok smiles wide, hand still caressing the back of your head. “Did you really think that would happen, kitten?”

“Yes.” 

“You let him fuck you.” He says like he knows for sure it's a fact. He doesn’t look too happy about it and your deafening silence answers his unspoken question. He pats your cheek. “Naughty kitty.” 

You gulp, his pretty hand wrapping around your throat as he asks the next question. “Did you like it?”

“Yes.” It’s not a lie and he knows it too. 

“Yeah? He fuck you better than me?” You gulp again.

“Yes.” No.

“Why do you lie to me, kitten?” His eyes flash red (they don’t), but the look he gives you is enough to warn you. Things are about to get serious so fast. “I know everything.”

You know that saying people say about fucking around and finding out. You were about to fuck around and find out real fucking fast that Hoseok doesn’t play with his toy. 

“Then what the fuck are you going to do about it, huh?” The only warning you get is Hoseok’s smile and then he’s fisting your hair tightly. Jawline clenched, watching as his eyes hood and darken. 

“Fuck yourself open, you slut.” He drops the grip on your hair and stands, serious look on his face, he’s not fucking around at all tonight. His hands are quick, tugging his belt off. “Make it quick.”

When he sees you still haven’t moved, a warning comes to you by a strong fistful of hair, shoving you so closely against his face. His breath hits yours, but your lips don’t touch, even though they are so fucking close. You’re tempted to steal a kiss from those soft looking lips, but you’ve acted up enough. “I said, fuck yourself open.”

He drops his grip, letting your head fall into the mattress. Hoseok’s voice is strong and demanding so you stop fucking around and pull the sheets off your body. His eyes fall on your breasts, they are covered in hickey’s freshly made by Namjoon and he tries not to let that affect him. But damn him, he wishes it was him instead. He knows you would never sleep unsatisfied. He would always make sure you slept fucked and sated. Even if that meant, falling asleep on his cock. 

There’s a slight burn when your finger finds its way to your pussy. Namjoon did a number on you, but it makes it easier to fuck yourself open. His come still settling deep inside you.

Hoseok has his shirt off now and he tugs his briefs and pants down all at once, his cock springs out, looking delicious as ever. You hear a dark chuckle behind you. “Uh-uh, wrong hole kitty, I’m fucking that ass tonight.” 

You whimper when his hand comes to stop your movements. 

“I’m not fucking that dirty hole. Turn around. I wanna see you from behind.” He’s not putting it up for question. You push yourself up on your knees and fall back against the bed, lifting your ass towards his direction. 

He curses behind you and smacks your ass. Leaving a red hand mark behind, it almost is as pretty as your face. “Fuck kitten, you really are pretty all around. Fuck that hole open for me.” 

You feel spit hit your hole and your index finger rubs his saliva around your rim. Your chest is heavy, this time for different reasons, you are completely breathless. 

You can’t see Hoseok, but you hear as he opens the drawer beside your bed, it’s where you kept all your toys and lube. You are a finger-deep inside your ass when you hear the lube cap open, Hoseok is kind enough to warm the lube a bit between his fingers before he rubs against your rim and finger. He lets a bit of the lube dribble down your ass cheeks. Hoseok likes it a bit messy and wet. He clicks it close and tosses it besides you. 

“My perfect submissive slut.” He whispers, hands settling on your ass as you finger yourself open with two fingers now, the burn hurts but it feels so damn good. Namjoon has never fucked your ass, but it has always been one of your sexual desires. Nothing could ever compare to an orgasm through anal and Hoseok has taught you a lot about that. 

Another glob of spit hits your rim and you feel him squeeze a finger in. The burn of three fingers tear through you, moaning into the sheets.  “Mm, fuck.” 

He grins watching you hold back moans, biting your lips hard. 

“Maybe I should punish you tonight.” He suggests, still fucking his finger in your ass alongside your own. “If you come like this I’ll let you suck my dick if I’m still feeling nice.”

You complain, turning around to face him, back still arched. “No… please, please Hoseok. F-Fuck me. Fuck my ass.” 

“No.” He’s cold like usual and you know he won’t budge so it's no use. 

“But I-I’ve been waiting patiently. I thought all day about you.” It almost sounds like a purr and Hoseok loves it, spanking the fat in your hips this time with an unoccupied hand. His finger is still deep inside your ass and doesn’t let down. 

“Yeah? Tell me about that.” He starts to jerk himself off in the process, the leftover lube in his fingers makes the slide easier, his tongue wets his lips while he maintains eye contact. 

Your cheeks are burning but you continue, “I thought about your huge cock splitting me open. Forcing me to take you e-even when I can’t anymore. I thought about you spitting into my messy hole like you always do. I thought about you fucking me open against the door. Even the kitchen counter. All day, I’ve missed you all day.”

This seems to satisfy him enough so he plays nice. “Turn over. On your back. Show me those tits.”

He pulls his finger out slowly and you miss it immediately but you listen, your own fingers slide out as you turn around for him. His knees hit the bed pulling your thighs apart as he falls between them, his arm falling beside your head. He’s still fisting his hard length, watching your tits rise and fall as you breathe. 

His tongue comes out and licks around your breasts purposely avoiding your nipple. “You let him mark you.” 

“He’s my husband-to-be.” You answer, holding back a moan when he sucks on your skin, gentle enough not to make any marks. “Of course, I did.” 

“Mm.” He hums into your skin, it vibrates and your pussy responds to this, leaking arousal into the sheets. “What else did you let him do, kitten?” 

“He fucked me.” You whisper, practically vibrating below him. 

“Oh I know that. I smell it.” He looks like he wants to laugh, but instead continues sucking around your other breast, giving both tits the attention they deserve. 

“Squeeze them together.” He orders and you listen quickly. His tongue slides and sucks between them, still avoiding your nipples and it drives you insane. You want to feel him. 

“Please.” Your voice is weak.

“Please what?” He asks, looking up dumbfounded, but he knows exactly what you want. He’s making you work for it. “Tell me kitten. What do you want?” 

“Y-Your mouth.” You struggle. 

“Where?” He breathes out, right on top of your nipple, tongue nearly sliding against it. 

“R-Right there.” Your eyes never move. 

You watch as he sticks his long, pink tongue out and very slowly licks your already hardened nipple. 

“Here?” He asks between his own breaths and you moan softly, sounding sweet against his ears.

“Yes.” You whisper-moan. 

He drops his cock, letting it hit your cunt while he starts to suck on your nipples like they deserve. There’s nothing sweet and gentle about this. It’s like he wants to replace Namjoon’s love bites and leave you with his own. 

He switches off onto the previous breast and his hand comes to play with your other breast while he attends to the new one. He licks and sucks harshly, bruising your tender skin. You writhe against him, pussy brushing along his cock, but his hand comes to halt your actions quickly with a strong grip on your hip. 

“Be good, slut.” Is all he says before he continues marking your breasts and you can’t do a single thing, but moan and whine underneath him, feeling empty. The memory of Namjoon is long forgotten. 

Once Hoseok is satisfied with his work. He grins and pulls away. He grabs the bottle of lube beside you and lathers his cock in it. “Should I fuck you now?”

You are quick to nod and you feel bubbly. 

Finally. 

“Yeah? You think you deserve it?” He tempts and teases, his lubed fingers touch your chin and you open with ease, taking all three fingers he offers you inside your mouth. You suck hard and watch him bite his lip.  

You moan around his fingers, his other hand gripping his slicken cock and you feel it catch around your rim. 

“Beg for it, slut.” He slides his fingers out, saliva drips down your chin, you probably look a mess but you don't even care anymore. The sinful desire and lust is ten times worse than any other feeling. 

“Please, Hoseok. Please.” You beg. “I’d do anything. Anything.” 

He sees red for two seconds and then he says. “Then keep your legs open for me. Try to stay awake. Don’t disappoint me this time, kitten.” 

There’s no warning for when he plunges his hard length inside your slicked rim. You know he won’t be going anywhere near your pussy, keeping his promise. You didn’t deserve it. You let someone else use your hole and now he’s punishing you. 

“Oh. My. God.” You moan, it fucking burns, but soon his thrusts turn into pleasure and his cock brushes your sweet spot. It’s like he’s known you all your life, knowing the exact way to tear you apart, piece by piece. 

“Ghost actually, not God, but I’ve met him. He’s not the sweet and forgiving man everyone mentions he is.” Hoseok says this all while buried deep between your ass cheeks and you would actually laugh about this if the situation was different, but instead you moan and clench around him feeling his balls slap faster against your ass. “That’s it kitten, lose your fucking mind.”

And that is exactly what you do.

Hoseok continues ramming his hips into yours for a few minutes, you aren’t speaking clearly anymore so he doesn’t understand a word you tell him, all he knows is that you must be feeling fucking ecstasy by the way you roll your eyes and yell moans. 

His hands grip your hips and he comes to a stop. “Face down. Ass up. I wanna see that ass while I pound it from behind.”

You don’t reply to him, but you seem to understand. With weak movements, you move and nearly fall face first into the bed, weak limbs. You don’t even have the strength to hold yourself together anymore. Hoseok is kind enough to help though, he places a pillow below your hips, just high enough so he can slide right back inside your tight ass. 

He hears your muffled moans against your bedsheets, watching you weakly grip them. 

“Such a nice ass. It’s a shame really.” Your ass bounces while he mounts you from behind, it’s fast but precise, hitting your walls just right at every harsh thrust. 

“W-What is?” He barely hears you reply. 

“That this ass isn’t played with enough and soon I’ll just be a fidget of your imagination. You’ll forget I ever existed and you’ll never, ever receive the sexual satifisation you deserve. But maybe, one day, when it’s your turn to go, you’ll meet me in the after-life and I’ll show you just how much I’ve missed this sweet ass.” The ghost’s voice almost sounds sad and you freeze. You don’t want this to end. No.

“T-Then don’t stop fucking me. Keep me here forever.” You whisper frantically, breath hot and heavy. 

“Oh trust me baby, I would if I could. For now, I won’t stop. Stay awake, kitten.” You don’t even notice you are falling unconscious, the stretch and burn of his cock is exhausting and your ass takes him greedily, but his words wake you. 

He grips the side of your hips, pressing his thumbs into your back as he sets a faster pace. Slamming and ramming his dick deep within you. The moans and gasps that slip from your mouth sound so pretty, God he really wishes it would never fucking end, but he feels you slipping between his hands already. 

What the fuck can he do? 

Hoseok is close himself, how could he not be? He’s been practically edging himself for hours and now that he has such a juicy ass at hand, with the most perfect woman he has ever seen, he could practically come inside your velvet walls right now. 

“Fuck, fuck, fuck.” You curse and moan below him, you tremple and shake, the knot inside your stomach is barely holding up. “‘M so close.”

He nods, forgets you can’t see him. He harshly tugs you around, still quite limp and weak between his arms. “Wanna see that face when you come on my cock.”

He plunges back inside, lips close to yours, but he doesn’t kiss you. And then you realize, he hasn’t kissed you. This entire time. He’s fucked you religiuosly for weeks on end and you don’t even know what those heart-shaped lips taste like against yours. Would they be as sweet as they look? Would he kiss you gently or would he be harsh and rough like the way he fucks? You wonder about it all at once and it makes you sad for a moment. You want a kiss. Why wouldn’t he kiss you? 

“Kiss me.” You breathe out, he’s grunting above your mouth still fucking you nice and deep. You are beyond positive you won’t be able to move your ass tomorrow but it’s worth it, it’s always worth it. 

He looks up and then looks back down, concentrating on his thrust, you moan but hold your ground. 

“Please. Kiss me.” You whisper, gasping when you feel the knot start to come undone. He knows you’re about to let go and this only drives him to bottom out faster and quicker. Skin smacking quickly against skin. Your asshole has been shaped and molded just for him. You’re loving every second of it, but he still hasn’t kissed you. 

Why?

Your arms weakly wrap around his shoulders, he breathes heavy and hot against your ear now. It’s messy, sweaty and his touch is usually rough, but it feels awfully gentle now. He’s still rough inside your soft walls, but something’s changed. 

“Hoseok.” You breathe, you’re so sad. 

He hums against your neck, avoiding your eyes. 

“Kiss me.” You plead again, he kissed your neck so softly, balls smacking harder and faster against your ass. “No, my lips.”

“Goodnight, kitten.” He whispers sounding sad into your ear before he lifts his face from your neck and those heart-shaped lips touch your softly, it’s almost sweet. You come undone as soon as you feel the touch of his magical lips and you swear you feel him come deep inside you.

It all disappears though. 

“Honey?” This time it's Namjoon, hand already around your waist. “You okay? Was it another nightmare?”

A tear falls down your face and Namjoon awes, bringing you into his warm embrace. “Oh honey, I’m so sorry.” 

Why are you crying? 

And where is Hoseok?

“I am too.” You simply say, crying harshly into his shoulder.

Hoseok watches the scene unfold from afar. He wishes you could feel the ache you’ve left him behind too and there isn’t a damn thing he could do but wait. 

“See you in the after-life kitten. There I’ll spoil you with all the kisses you deserve.”

You don’t hear him, but he knows he means well. Hoseok walks away permanently this time, he’s lost the feeling of his heart long ago, but he feels heavy-hearted and continues on his way to his next victim.  

Until next time.

[kamii-2]

the outsiders gang as things my friends/family have said

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warnings: cussing and sexual things

note: some of the quotes are unrealistic to the outsiders timeline

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ponyboy: *holds up math flash card that says 77 divided by 11*

sodapop: FIVE!

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steve: what in the sweet and sour fuck is that

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darry: i only have 100 dollars

dally & johnny: ONLY?!

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sodapop: he looks gayer than the word homosexual

ponyboy: like you

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two-bit: his name was ben dover

steve: bend over for me daddy

(not shipping)

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johnny: pony why are you in the closet

ponyboy: i’m clean- SHUT UP

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sodapop: i have a picture of my dick

steve: show me, you won’t pussy

sodapop: okay

steve: NO NO NO NO-

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dally: i’m gonna beat your ass without the b

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johnny: i have a new crush

dally: new week, new girl

johnny: I KNOW YOURE NOT TALKING. YOU RUN THROUGH WOMEN LIKE UNDERWEAR

dally: EXCUSE ME! I HAVE A GIRLFRIEND

johnny: IM SURPRISED SHES STAYED THIS LONG

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pony: do you wanna fight

johnny: in the bed

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sodapop: i’m taking a shower

dally: without me daddy?

sodapop: AW HELL NAH

(not shipping)

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dally: i’m gonna manifest your death

two-bit: i’m gonna manifest that ass

(not shipping)

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johnny: do you wanna fight

dally: yes

johnny: in bed?

dally: do i look like ponyboy to you

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*playing roblox*

-in fashion famous chat-

sodapop: oh yea harder, faster

dally: i’m trying

(not shipping)

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*talking to ponyboy*

dally: because you’re white and gay. pick a struggle

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okay thats it for now 😭 please tell me if i should do the part two bc i really want to but i need y’all’s opinions on this one first so please tell me, should i do another part?

[trashcanwithsprinkles]

Im starting to feel like Childe might be a little gay…. 🧐🧐

Jokes aside tho update!!!!! And what a chapter!!!!!! It was so chill but so not at the same time… like the plot was on pause but the content was there if you get me…

Zhongli in ceremonial robes or training clothes or both as soon as I’m less busy and sleep deprived 💪💪

(pretty like a pretty rock shdbsvdhhshefnfk this ridiculous adorable dumbass he’s never going to survive this is he)

(also how zl found that hilarious bc Rex lapis they’re both so cute I can’t)

(Pls zhongli is too stressed I feel sad for him)

Kudos 💜💜💜💜

flash news! childe might not be straight

[literallys-illiteracy]

New Trailer thoughts and notes:

Oh wow im so gay:

Mommy? sorry. Mommy? sorry. Mommy? sorry. Mommy?

I dont even like Rodion, in fact i still dislike her but... Uh. wow?

Theres not too much to note here, im the EGO person not the ID analysis person (at least for now :3), but for the skills.

Skill 1 appears to be 2 coins piercing. Skill 2 appears to be 3 coins, likely Piercing. Skill 3 appears to be 4 coins, almost certainly Piercing as well. Unlike the other 2 La Mancha Land ID's we've received so far, she seems to have a skill 4 rather than an empowered skill 3, being Dulci's Finale attack, which appears to be 4 coins of AOE piercing.

Finally, she appears to mark the return of playable clashable counters, hopefully we get an unbreakable coin counter, but thats just being a bit too hopeful.

also this ID has the most fanservice of any in the entire history of the game, and of COURSE it needs to be on a character that i dislike just so i cant thirst as hard over her.

Fell Bullet Yi Sang:

First i want to note some things about the art within this EGO's art; most notably is the shattered glass effect and presence of the fluchshutz itself in the background, while it does appear in Heathcliff's fell bullet ID, with its back facing heathcliff's, instead it appears in the centremost shard, with its barrel facing Yi Sang's head.

This note is furthered by the awakening line making mention of "The gun barrel on *My* viscera", rather than another's as in the fluchshutze's story.

The second divergence from Heathcliff's art is the lack of the fluchshutze's traits, having not the halfed face covering that heathcliff had, nor the reddened scarf. This is notable for the main reason that, in the awakening animation of heathcliff's, his face was entirely obscured with said mask of the shooter — These differences in appearance could be due to a number of reasons, even as an arbitrary choice, but it is likely due to resonance with the EGO itself, Heathcliff's being much stronger and thus taking on more traits of the abnormality.

The third divergence and one i will return to later, is the lack of a pendant. If you look at the shooter's art, at Heathcliff's fell bullet art as well, there is a clear pendant visible around their neck, the last remnants of their loved past. Keep note of that i suppose.

Now onto the awakening skill, something interesting to note is the fact that it seems to hit an ally as well as multiple enemies, shooting through heathcliff's Heart'(?), (its not a visible enough detail to note for sure, but i am assuming that this is intended), just in the same way that the devil's final bullet peirced the heart of the freischutz. Also, I think that PM still don't really know how guns work, because, just like the Thumb's "Muskets" that is a rifle. Im not particularly into guns but im 90% sure so.

If we're counting friendly fire, then it seems to have an attack weight of 7, with the latter coin (as he fires twice) seeming to only hit 2, the ally and one of the enemies targeted by the first.

The Corrosion is interesting, the sprite making Yi Sang take the form of a mirror, likely the form of the pendant itself (although there are like 4 mirrors in the sprite so take with that what you will). Contrast this with Heathcliff's corrosion sprite, being that of the heart, for that same reason that Heathcliff seems to be the one used as a friendly fire target in the awakening, for the devil wishes for despair, and to eventually claim their heart.

The corrosion appears to have one coin, and about 6-7 attack weight, once again counting Heathcliff, who remains in the very centre of the ironsights, (Or scope rather, as the gun is changed in the corrosion to include one, despite the art of the Fluchshutz' depicting the ironsights.

The screen that flashes before the shot is "IFF system - Level 3: Deactivated". From what i've found, an IFF system is "Identification Friend or Foe" which should be pretty self evident to its relation here.

Ill make a longer/separate post discussing the WHY of Yi Sang getting this EGO, and any other tangents along the way, but from what it seems, this is likely going to be a Pride or Gloom skill (if i were to guess), and have 2 coins on awakening. It seems to be the first awakening since SOUPCLAIR to be indiscriminate.

[raggstorice]

FLASH HEADCANONS!

Where I take a fandom and give a Headcanon for Every. Single. Character.

Twisted Wonderland! #1

Here we go!

Riddle: whenever a bug lands on him he freezes. Just stops.

Ace: His parents always shut down his beliefs. Very much a 'Stay in line and You'll be fine' type of family. (If requested I will rant on my HC Ace backstory)

Deuce: He calls his mother every day and one day she just starts crying and is all like 'Im so proud of you. You've changed so much and I love you.' and Deuce started crying too.

Cater: Does not actually care that much about Magicam. He just needed something to base his personality off of.

Trey: Uses southern insults All. The. Time. People talk to him and he's just 'Well good for you!' and people think he's the nicest.

Leona: If you put a weighted blanket on him he will just fall over like that one scene in Lilo and stitch.

Ruggie: Knows everyone. And I mean EVERYONE. Try to introduce him to someone new and he'll just be like 'OMG my old friend!' yeah.

Jack: Named his cactus Paula. Also Talks to it and uses it like a doll. (Like that one scene in DRDT)

Azul: His first experience with a land dweller was when he saw a coin fall from the surface and he followed it. There was a language barrier so he couldn't talk to them. He wonders how they're doing some days.

Jade: Had a bonding moment with Jack over their love for plants (mushrooms and cacti) also eats mushroom-spinach pizza (like me!)

Floyd: He bites. Also he's banned from playing against other schools in Basketball because of the sheer amount of fouls he gets. Jamil is so done.

Kalim: Will summon a rainbow to cheer someone up. He's precious.

Jamil: Doesn't actually hate Kalim. He just needs to be mad at someone. Oh also he cooks for the Basketball club and brings food to practice. Ace is his biggest fan.

Vil: Godly eye makeup. He's the one who gave Rook his feather in his hat.

Epel: Bad Ass Mother Fucker. He prefers to fight with his tounge rather than his fists. The only one to realize Trey's passive aggressiveness.

Rook: Will bring back fresh meat from his hunts. Him and Jade bring the best ingredients to the Cafeteria and no one knows.

Idia: one time he hid from people in an empty classroom for several hours after school. Ortho almost sent a search party.

Ortho: Spends hours analyzing his friends. Like as a hobby. He brings them perfectly planned gifts and they all love it.

Malleus: Lilia cuts his hair. He also polishes his horns. He secretly really enjoys Sebek's loyalty just wished he was quieter.

Silver: Takes care of the horses so well. They love him and will only accept food from him.

Sebek: He can be surprisingly quiet if you ask nicely. He gets loud again if he gets worked up. Autistic.

Lilia: He loves his sons. He ends up taking care of the whole Campus. No one in NRC can take care of themselves properly so he does it. Mockingbird by Eminem coded

Crowley: He shows up randomly and helps students. Lilia is taking a student to the infirmary? He's there and takes them for him. Leona is asleep in the botanical garden? Crowley kicks him away from the path. The teachers are so done with the chaos and are ready to combust? He's there. He will make the chaos worse and somehow contain it at the same time.

Crewel: He stays stocked up on potions ready to help any students that are ill, tired, or in any sort of pain. He will let you sleep in his classroom and will pull you into his office if he thinks somethings up. Many students have cried in front of him.

Trein: Will go out of his way to include history not taught in textbooks. Stuff about gay rights, racism, trans right, war crimes, fun facts about political leaders, etc. He does it all in the most monotone voice ever.

Lucius: The best cat. Used to be a stray wandering campus. Will bring gifts to students it likes. Recognized Leona as one of its own.

Vargas: Always down to help students. Oh you have Asthma? Good thing I have SEVENTEEN EXTRA INHALERS. You seem to be struggling a little why don't you sit down? Exercise without rest is as good as no exercise at all.

Sam: Will give freebies to students who need it. Oh you skipped lunch to study for a test? Good thing I have a sandwich just for you! Your pen broke? Which one do you want? Also will tell you all the tea.

Grim: Whenever he eats those blot crystals he suddenly knows all of the victims trauma which he reports to Yuu.

Yuu: Has serious conversations with Overblot victims. The best non licensed therapist.

Authors Note: It's 1:23 AM. I'm going to sleep.

[neoninglitchen]

i think so of y'all need to know that just because you are apart of the lgbtqia+ community doesn't give you the right to hate on another part of the community in it. Cause guess what people who hate lgbtqia+ hate all of it not just gay or trans people.

so officially we need to stop the in-hating cause if we fight that just doesn't help out cause we get like sent back 10 steps.

no more hating on asexuals, no more hate on the whole trans community, no more hating or bisexuals or pansexuals, no more hating or gay or lesbains AND anyone else.

a part of me dies every time i see in the community being like 'im gay but trans people arent vaild!' or 'im trans but asexuals arent real' and anything else like this trash. SHUT UP RIGHT NOW you are aren't any better saying stuff like this and homophobic and transphobic people won't like you just because you said. news flash you are apart of what they hate to begin with

the only time i allow this fighting is when pedophiles/MAPS were tryna be counted in the community which isnt even in-fighting cause they dont and will never count.

if you are in the community you have to support the whole community you cant just be hating on some identities for no reason or we will track you down and put you in a small room with all the most venomous plants and animals in the world

alliance together 3 2 1!!!

[ststsgsg]

All of the Fic Recs I Have Received, PT. 3

tysm to: @kltar0 @itsthecityoftheflower @neighborhoodlum @sablegear0 @fadingbasketballgoopprune :D !!!

ITAFUSHI

My Love Mine All Mine by darlingscurse

Rating: Teen And Up Audiences

Archive Warning: No Archive Warnings Apply

Categories: Gen, M/M

Fandoms: 呪術廻戦 | Jujutsu Kaisen (Manga), 呪術廻戦 | Jujutsu Kaisen (Anime)

Relationships: Fushiguro Megumi/Itadori Yuuji, Itadori Yuuji & Yoshino Junpei, Fushiguro Megumi & Gojo Satoru, Fushiguro Megumi & Kugisaki Nobara, Fushiguro Megumi & Nanami Kento

Characters: Fushiguro Megumi, Itadori Yuuji, Gojo Satoru, Kugisaki Nobara, Yoshino Junpei, Nanami Kento, Sukuna | Ryoumen Sukuna

Additional Tags: Alternate Universe - Canon Divergence, if you know you know, Crack Treated Seriously, Fushiguro Megumi Has Abandonment Issues, but he's also just jealous as fuck, Itadori Yuuji is a Good Friend, Mutual Pining, one-sided pining by junpei, Somewhat, Parental Gojo Satoru, he gets more of a helicopter parent the older megumi and tsumiki get btw, Kugisaki Nobara is So Done, ft. megumi's shikigami in hater mode, Literal Sleeping Together, megumi being obsessed with yuji's heartbeat girlies stand up, they are idiot boys in love, Oblivious Itadori Yuuji, more like he notices but he comes to the wrong conclusions, Jealous Fushiguro Megumi, that's it that's the fiche's down BAD BAD, You Have Been Warned

Language: English

Stats: Published: 2023-10-17 Words: 8,157 Chapters: 1/1 Comments: 64 Kudos: 1,526 Bookmarks: 259 Hits: 10,361

Summary:

“Not to worry, Yoshino,” Gojo announces brightly and while Megumi can’t see his eyes he feels them flicker to him for the smallest fraction of a second and something in his stomach drops. Oh no. “I just know what to do. Don’t you worry about that, your teacher has it all figured out!”

Megumi opens his mouth, impending doom hanging over his head like a storm cloud, but by then it’s already too late, lightning has already struck. Gojo, the biggest ass in human history, flashes thumbs up in the round and then goes: “I’m sure our brightest little shikigami user would love to help you.”

(or: Yuji comes back from the dead, comes back from the dead with a shiny new friend and Megumi is totally cool with that. Everything's peachy. Really.)

that's the spirit! by akaashism

Rating: General Audiences

Archive Warning: No Archive Warnings Apply

Categories: GenM/M

Fandoms: 呪術廻戦 | Jujutsu Kaisen (Manga), 呪術廻戦 | Jujutsu Kaisen (Anime)

Relationships: Fushiguro Megumi & Fushiguro Toji, Fushiguro Megumi/Itadori Yuuji

Characters: Fushiguro Megumi, Fushiguro Toji, Itadori Yuuji, Gojo Satoru, Kugisaki Nobara

Additional Tags: Father-Son Relationship, Fluff, Developing Relationship, Megumi is just perpetually annoyed, Toji is a ghost and a menace, Yuuji is a ball of sunshine, Toji ships itafushi and hates gojo, Megumi ft. gay panic

Language: English

Collections: my heart is here, JJK Fics That Need Rereading, Amaris' Most Favourite JJK Fics, soldemjins ultimate library of faves actually (real no clickbait), Im obsessed with these

Stats: Published: 2021-09-25 Completed: 2021-10-21 Words: 9,273 Chapters: 2/2 Comments: 92 Kudos: 4,238 Bookmarks: 832 Hits: 30,224

Summary:

Toji rolled his eyes. "Just tell him how you feel, I didn't raise a coward."

"You didn't raise me," Megumi reminded him.

Megumi was being haunted. Not by the ghosts of his past but an actual ghost. The spirit of his deceased father.

-

Megumi gets a wingman and a father in one go.

here and where you are by cityboys

Rating: Teen And Up Audiences

Archive Warning: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings

Categories: GenM/M

Fandom: 呪術廻戦 | Jujutsu Kaisen (Manga)

Relationships: Fushiguro Megumi/Itadori Yuuji, Fushiguro Megumi & Itadori Yuuji & Kugisaki Nobara

Language: English

Stats: Published: 2021-01-19 Words: 17,352 Chapters: 1/1 Comments: 296 Kudos: 3,762 Bookmarks: 1,313 Hits: 49,779

Summary:

It’s in the middle of scanning the last bottle of green tea that Itadori properly looks up. Eye contact with him is a physical, unexpected shock, a crunch of imaginary static snapping through Megumi and leaving his hands twitching at his sides.

"Hey." Itadori blinks, wide and earnest. "Do I know you from somewhere?"

The tea sloshes backwards in the bottle he’s holding. Megumi focuses on this until his vision steadies.

"No," he says. "I don’t think so."

In the aftermath, Itadori loses his memories instead of his life. Megumi grieves nonetheless.

sweet disposition by Nicolefrickle

Rating: Teen And Up Audiences

Archive Warning: No Archive Warnings Apply

Category: M/M

Fandoms: 呪術廻戦 | Jujutsu Kaisen (Manga), 呪術廻戦 | Jujutsu Kaisen (Anime)

Relationship: Fushiguro Megumi/Itadori Yuuji

Characters: Fushiguro Megumi, Itadori Yuuji

Additional Tags: First Kiss, Angst and Hurt/Comfort, Touch-Starved

Language: English

Stats: Published: 2021-02-18 Words: 3,167 Chapters: 1/1 Comments: 43 Kudos: 1,226 Bookmarks: 172 Hits: 8,091

Summary:

Itadori needs to be touched, and Megumi needs to heal

feel something by catachresis

Rating: General Audiences

Archive Warning: No Archive Warnings Apply

Category: M/M

Fandom: 呪術廻戦 | Jujutsu Kaisen (Manga)

Relationship: Fushiguro Megumi/Itadori Yuuji

Characters: Fushiguro Megumi, Itadori Yuuji

Additional Tags: Accidental Kissing, Intentional Kissing, Shibuya Incident Arc Spoilers (Jujutsu Kaisen), Fluff, Chapter 153

Language: English

Stats: Published: 2021-09-29 Words: 1,542 Chapters: 1/1 Comments: 10 Kudos: 447 Bookmarks: 59 Hits: 2,843

Summary:

He’d meant to grab his attention gently. They don’t need a sudden scream to bring Hakari’s guards crashing into the room. But Megumi’s miscalculated his approach—or maybe Yuuji’s awareness, because just as he’s easing half-out of the darkness to catch Yuuji’s shoulder, Yuuji abruptly turns to meet him.

Megumi’s cursed energy goes slippery, his balance stutters, and before he can stop himself, his mouth collides with Yuuji’s.

PARENTAL GOJO SATORU

Scattered Sheep by Insomniac_with_dreams

Rating: Mature

Archive Warning: Graphic Depictions Of Violence

Categories: GenM/M

Fandoms: 呪術廻戦 | Jujutsu Kaisen (Manga), 呪術廻戦 | Jujutsu Kaisen (Anime)

Relationships: Fushiguro Megumi & Fushiguro Tsumiki & Gojo Satoru, Gojo Satoru & Ieiri Shoko, Getou Suguru/Gojo Satoru, Fushiguro Megumi & Getou Suguru, Getou Suguru & Hasaba Mimiko & Hasaba Nanako

Characters: Gojo Satoru, Fushiguro Megumi, Fushiguro Tsumiki, Ieiri Shoko, Getou Suguru, Hasaba Nanako, Hasaba Mimiko

Additional Tags: Bounty Hunters, Alternate Universe - Canon Divergence, College | University Student Gojo Satoru, Gojo Satoru Acting as Fushiguro Megumi's Parental Figure, Gojo Satoru Needs a Hug, Family Feels, Ieiri Shoko is a Good Friend, Hurt/Comfort, Assassination Attempt(s), Attempted Murder, Murder, Blood and Injury, Hurt Fushiguro Megumi, Gojo Satoru Adopts Fushiguro Megumi and Tsumiki, Poisoning, Hospitals, Medical Inaccuracies, I Tried, Tired Gojo Satoru, Making Up, Trauma, Protective Gojo Satoru, Gojo Satoru is a Good Dad, Soft Getou Suguru, Protective Getou Suguru, Fushiguro Megumi Needs a Hug, Lonely Gojo Satoru, Angst with a Happy Ending, Implied Sexual Content

Language: English

Stats: Published: 2024-07-01 Completed: 2024-07-10 Words: 21,164 Chapters: 2/2 Comments: 37 Kudos: 485 Bookmarks: 105 Hits: 3,419

Summary:

Satoru hasn’t had to worry about the bounty sitting on his head for a long time. He forgets it there. It means nothing to him besides the occasional bounty hunter that attempts to fight him. Moving away from the school should have restarted that nasty anxiety that lived in him like a second skeleton for much of his younger life. But he’s the strongest sorcerer. He’s Satoru Gojo, Six Eyes. He has died and been reborn better, greater, clutching the power of existence in his palms.

Satoru barks a hysterical sounding laugh. He rubs his hands up his face, leans back and laughs at the smoggy sky.

“My birthday cake, that I ordered this morning at five thirty, was poisoned. My kid who hates sweets took the first bite and nearly died because of it.” Satoru wipes moisture from his eyes. Let out one last breathy laugh. “Someone is going to die.”

always the fool with the slowest heart by vervie

Rating: Teen And Up Audiences

Archive Warning: No Archive Warnings Apply

Category: Gen

Fandoms: 呪術廻戦 | Jujutsu Kaisen (Manga), 呪術廻戦 | Jujutsu Kaisen (Anime)

Relationships: Fushiguro Megumi & Gojo Satoru, Fushiguro Megumi & Fushiguro Tsumiki, Fushiguro Tsumiki & Gojo Satoru, Gojo Satoru & Nanami Kento, Gojo Satoru & Ieiri Shoko

Characters: Gojo Satoru, Fushiguro Megumi, Fushiguro Tsumiki, Background & Cameo Characters, Nanami Kento, Ieiri Shoko

Additional Tags: Canon Compliant, Hurt/Comfort, Angst, Found Family, Fushiguro Megumi Has Abandonment Issues, Pre-Canon, Gojo Satoru-centric, Gojo Satoru Acting as Fushiguro Megumi's Parental Figure, past satosugu if you squint, Relationship Study, no beta we die like (spins wheel)

Language: English

Stats: Published: 2024-05-29 Words: 10,640 Chapters: 1/1 Comments: 18 Kudos: 268 Bookmarks: 52 Hits: 2,028

Summary:

Winning the affections of Megumi is like picking at an iceberg with a fork. Satoru keeps chipping away, though, and perhaps that makes all the difference in the world.

Pride and Joy by Ellafaye

Rating: Not Rated

Archive Warning: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings

Fandoms: 呪術廻戦 | Jujutsu Kaisen (Manga)呪術廻戦 | Jujutsu Kaisen (Anime)

Relationship: Fushiguro Megumi & Gojo Satoru

Characters: Fushiguro Megumi, Gojo Satoru

Additional Tags: Mentioned Fushiguro Tsumiki, Angst, Fluff and Angst, Hurt No Comfort, Sad Ending, Hurt Fushiguro Megumi, Gojo Satoru Acting as Fushiguro Megumi's Parental Figure, it doesn't end well, Misunderstandings, 5+1 Things

Language: English

Series: Part 1 of Megs and Gojo

Stats: Published: 2023-08-19 Words: 4,711 Chapters: 1/1 Comments: 32 Kudos: 530 Bookmarks: 91 Hits: 5,351

Summary:

In which Megumi Fushiguro keeps falling short.

OR...

Five times Megumi and Gojo weren't on the same page, and the one time it damned them.

PT. 1 | PT. 2 | PT. 4

[somuch-4-stardust]

ABOUT ME! through blinkies nd stamps ☆ pt 1

source, very brief description, and explanation for each image under the cut

from blinkie cafe, bones w text saying "recovering rexic" - i have anorexia nervosa from blinkie cafe, stars in space w text saying "autistic & anxious" - i am diagnosed with ASD and GAD from blinkie cafe, blue pop up box w text saying "TOMMY FRANKLIN" - thats my first and middle names :3

from here, dark blue blinkie with white wings that says "guardian angel"- i like angels a lot :> from this post, blinkie with skulls and text saying "The Black Parade" - mcr reference/album... i love the black parade from here, brown blinkie with light pink text saying "love cant save you only my new powers can" - i was so excited to find this omg its based off a piece of clandestine merch that quotes a line from star wars

from this post, a bouncing line of bones - i just like bones lol. from here, blue blinkie w text saying "HE/HIM" - those r my prns! from this post, black and red blinkie saying "I <3 REVENGE"- for me personally this is a mikey revenge way and pete wentz's "i <3 revenge" clan shirt reference

from this post, a blinkie w a green alien head and text saying "abductable" - aliens hmu and let me leave this planet... from this post, a blinkie with two plushies saying "SQUISHMALLOW"- i love squishmallows theyre one of my special interests and also i am a squishmallow from here, blinkie of a line of discs - i just like cds !!

from this post, flashing red and white blinkie saying "i dont wanna grow up!" - literally just real idk from here, blinkie with handprints that says "Ghost Lover" - i love ghost i am a ghost real true from this, dark green blinkie w a skeleton that says "kick someone enough and they will not get up HAIL THE SUN"- i fw hail the sun!!!!!!!

from here, blue glittery blinkie w text saying "MADE OF STARDUST" - its true im made of stardust. also i love the stars from this post, blinkie of an ipod and music notes w text saying "i love my ipod!" - its true. i love my ipods :D from here, black and pale blue blinkie that says "always sleepy" - i am truly always sleepy!

from this, blinkie that says "what are you waiting for? KISS HER KISS HER" - lyrics from fob's a little less 16 candles which is one of my favorite songs and i love fob yyayayy from here, blue blinkie with an eyeball and bottle of mouthwash that says "mouthwashing" - i quite enjoy mouthwashing (video game) and also this persons blinkies were GORGEOUS from here, a dandelion yellow crayon- u have no idea how excited i was to find this. i love dandelion crayons (discontinued crayola color) and i collect them !!!!!! YAY!

from here, stamp of van gogh's wheat field w cypresses - i lovee van gogh :3 from this post, stamp that cycles through different emoticons - i like and use emoticons :33 ._. 0.0 <3 from this post, stamp that says "Pluto is a planet!" - i believe pluto is a planet and im from Illinois so.

from this post, stamp of a wii u and text that says "i <3 nintendo wii" - AGREE! dark blue stamp saying "FAGGOT"- self explanatory... im gay from here, stamp of the 3ds logo- i love my 3ds!!!

from here, stamp that says "back from the dead!" - they tried to get rid of me but im back (im a ghost literally fr fr) from this post, stamp that says "I <3 minecraft" - i love minecraft !!! from here, stamp w an apple that says "i love apples" - im lowkey obsessed with apples!!!!!!!!!!!

[presidentkittycherk]

okayy everyone so heres my very poorly written hamilton 70s au plot.....

please dont mind my writing im very bashful but i wanted to get it out for @x-fag ... also a big thank you to @hamilfreak for brainstorming and helping with ideas :]

A very basic timeline of events

1973-johnmovesto town, gets job at store

1974-burrens becomes irl

1975-herc, john n burr move in tgther -herc and laf begin their love and laf in need of a permanent place moves in (he contributs SO MUCH cuz he rich asl oh my god.) -eliza gets pregnant and the hamiltons get engaged and .. move uptown

1976- hamilton and eliza move to town -hamilton gets banned from gay club -burr quits job at office to full time queen(just the plot from her on out tbh meh)

Its "quiet" uptown… SETTING: 1976, a town right outside of new york city

an engaged couple,annoying deadbeat alexander hamilton and tired newly pregnant eliza schuler, move to new york. eliza aleady works at the groceey store bakery bur forces hamilton to get a job to support the upcoming family so he gets a job at "Office". The night before his first day, alexander decides to sneak out as he frequiently does. Alexander is proudly "bi-curious" and these desires led him to the towns local "gay club". Upon his arrival, his eyes are immediatly set on a young man with some groovy bellbottoms. alex immediatly approaches and starts a conversation. He attempts to flirt but the young man seems uncomfortable and confused and his eyes keep darting back and forth. Alex doesnt catch the hint and put his arm around him and insists he buys him a drink.

Suddenly alexander feels someone yank him by the hair and flip him around and away from the young man. Its the classiest queen in town, Purple Velvet! without letting go of alexs greasy slicked back hair, she damands to know what his problem is. alex mumbles a few half assed explanations, but Velvet already flashed her blinged pistol in her purse to alex and is dragging him out. by this point, a bouncer has arrived to asses the situation. Velvet queens out, tells the bouncer alex was harrassing her bitch and she wants him BANNED from the gay club. Sense she is one of the main attractions at the bar, the bouncer takes a polatroid of alex, tapes it up on the wall as banned and lets him go!!

The young man was John laurens, and him and aaron burr(purple velvet) have been lovers adn live together for two years now. John works at the grocery store as a cashier and is generally bummed out, but he is happy to at least have burr. He moved to new york from south carolina in 1973 coming from a rich family who just wanted him to move out. They give him a monthly allowance still, he pretends he doesnt get it but everyone knows! Aaron burr used to do theatre and opera, but found real success and passion in drag. His background isnt very clear, but his parents just recently died and he is rich as fuck right now and is fighting for his life budgeting for cocaine. He works at the office and preforms as Purple Velvet. Burr is a frequent at the grocery store john works at, and noticed him as cute when he started working there but didnt assume he would reciprocate so he left it be. John saw burr and was immedietly intrigued and conflicted. He hadnt had much interest in dating or love before, but he immeditaly understood what he felt when he saw burr. in exploring these feelings, john wound up finding the gay bar figuring this would lead him to discover more about himself. He wanders around and sees a poster with the stranger from the grocery stores face on it! it says purple velvet will preform on THIS FRIDAY NIGHT! John is confused and wasnt familiar with drag, but he was excited nontheless and goes home. All week he thinks about Purple Velvet and what it could mean.

Friday night comes, and john catches the last number in Purple velvet preforms. He is ENAMOURED if he wasnt already enough! He sits down and wonders what to do, he wants to talk to Velvet, but he doesnt know how! BUrr comes out in a more casual dress after changing out of purple velvet and noticed the cute cashier was over at the bar. Feeling more confident in his chances now that hes seeing him HERE, he approaches john, tells him he remembers him from the grocery store asks if he can sit by him and buy him a drink. John is speachless and bashful and these two rich gays hit it off and start chatting it up! burr take john home and the rest is HISTORY!!!!!!!!

The two have two other roomates(by 1976), Hercules and lafayette. Hercules mulligan is the most locked in person here and owns his own tailor shop and works on designing and is pioneering 1980s shillouettes. He is pretty good friends with Burr from the gay club.. Lafayette is an international salesman for his parents french phone company and is still learning english. He is a mess and rides a tiny motor bike around town trying to sell phones, but nobody knows what hes saying so he makes no sales, but he wont get fired cuz he a nepo baby! met when lafayette comes in to sell a phone, hercules cant tell what he says and thinks hes here for a suit! lafayette is confused and says yep hes here for a suit! hercules starts measuring him and it quickly becomes erotic cuz laf enjoyed it alot and thought it was some type of american sexual novelty. hercules is very very happy that lafayette is into it! lafayette has been staying at a hotel funded by his parents, as his job as an international sales man wasnt meant to keep him only in new york. Lafayette takes hercules back to the hotel room thats all dirty theres magots and german cockroaches everywhere. Hercules is very suprised and is confused about what lafayette is doing here and lafayette attemps to explain his positiobn as an international sales man, but hercules is mostly confused about the mess, sesne lafayettes only been here one and a half weeks. hercules suggests tey go back to his place instead, and lafayette takes them on his moped away to the house and lafayette loekwy just starts staying there

(I WILL REBLOG WITH PART 2) stupid fing tumblr cut me short wtf.,.

your president,

kitty!

[sacredindigos]

people need to realize that storytelling doesn't always align with what is "realistic." sure will totally could have an unrequited love with mike ... if this was REAL LIFE. but it's not. making will in love with mike was an intentional choice from the writers and that choice was made depending on character arcs, the themes of the show, and the messages they're trying to send. it's not a choice they HAD to make. but they did bc they thought it would make the most sense for where they want the story, will's character, and byler's dynamic to go next season.

they made an intentional choice to make will in love with mike and to make him the glue that is holding together mlvn's rocky relationship. and so now it's their job and responsibility to resolve that storyline in a way that makes sense to the characters and story and not just "what's realistic." it is their job to give it a satisfying resolution.

and how would it make sense for them to make will fall in love with a boy he already thinks is straight and will never love him back if that is the truth and he's rejected ??? what does he learn from that experience ??? that his fears of never finding love bc he's gay are right ??? how does it make sense to make will fall in love with someone who can't love him back when they just as easily could have introduced a new character for him in s3 or s4 that COULD love him back (like the did with robin) ???

nothing abt making will in love with mike would make sense if it does not end with will's expectations abt love and relationships being subverted and him finding the love he wants WITH the boy he is in love with. that is the only ending that can satisfy that storyline. if that is not the ending that we get then the entire thing with will being in love with mike was just unnecessarily cruel and pointless and the homophobia could have been avoided if they had just given him a new love interest before it was too late.

i just hate that people want will to be the only character not happily paired off with someone he loves bc they think that is what's "realistic" and he should be happy just to not die. like why not just start wearing a flashing neon sign that says "im homophobic and think queer characters only deserve the bare minimum of living" at this point.

[t0mcruize123]

The Alpha is spawned

This is a John Taylor Alpha smut with themes some people may find triggering (it’s sigma aura is lethal) so if ur mildly scared or worried about reading I suggest u don’t to preserve ur own safety👩🏿‍🦲🫶 this is written for my freakmate @mqverick and others may find it confusing and disgusting so tread lightly guys!!!……Xx

“Jawnnnny boy” I looked at John with a smirk, “I made a new Christmas song.”

"Ok what is it?" Said John, trying to chew on his meat he was eating

(that won't be the only meat ;))

"Okay here it goes,” I breathed in deeply, readying myself to sing the song I’d worked so hard on…,

“ON THE 5TH DAY OF CHRISTMAS MY TRUE LOVE GAVE TO ME:

FIVE STDDDDS, FOUR CUM SHOTS, THREE FRENCH MEN, TWO LARGE DILDOS,

AND ALOT OF CUM, IN MY ASSHOLE.”

"Wow Jerome that was... Something" said John, looking disturbed.

"Well you clearly enjoyed it, look at that boner" I said pointing to the shaft in his pants.

"Well.. I.. Uh." John said panicking, blushing in the process. I got up and put my finger on his lips

"SHSHSHSHS CHILD, Im a magician, and I can make that boner disappear" I said seductively.

John jizzed in response.

"Jerome.. Just fuck me..." Said John, with lust filling his eyes

I laughed, and I stepped away him.

"John, you're my Christmas present and I can't open (dat ass ) until it's 12th because that's how Christmas works!" I said with a smug smile

He sighed, and got up from the chair and walked towards me, his clothed erection touching my thigh

"Ok fine, but just so you know.. you'll regret making me wait" said john with a grin as he slapped my ass and walked away into his room

I gave it no thought and just shrugged it off

Oh but I was wrong

So very wrong.

On the 12th of December there was a blue Smurf moon and I could hear John howling with the rest of his pack. He was taking a fat shit and I walked in “on accident” to smell that wonderful dung.

"JEROME GET OUT" I ran like a flash not wanting john to throw the dung at me even tho it smelt delicious.

“Did u walk in on the alpha shitting?” Nick asked, “was it as glorious as I imagined?”

“Even more so,” I hummed and sat down on the bed. John came out of the bathroom with a brown booty hole and satisfied smile, “I just shat and cummed at the same time, you were right Jerome it’s the way of the future.”

“Nicholas could you give me and jawnny some privacy please?” I giggled y/n style.

“Sure thing, have fun you two gay bastards,” he smirked and trotted away.

When the door finally closed, I grinned at bbg John and slowly lifted up his shirt to reveal rock hard abs, WRONG! There was nothing but smooth skin and my inner organs salvated at the sight. I ran my fingers thru his luscious wavy locks and he tipped his head back in sigma style.

“Jerome uwu,” he whimpered, “Give it to me mommy.”

I grabbed hus thong string and pulled it as far as it’d stretch before letting go. The thong slapped against his tight little bum hole and he almost released at the sensation.

I bent low and slowly pulled down his thong to reveal his throbbing member. It twitched like an Alpha ready to hunt and the idea of his piss claiming me made me tremble. My sensitive bud of nerves was desperate for his long bony fingers but I halted.

I slowly rubbed my hand down his shaft and he giggled and whimpered uwu style, hopping and jumping into my touch like a wild boy gone mad.

His eyes darkened as the waves of ecstasy approached and a muscle in his jaw tightened. The moonlight highlighted the sharp planes of his face, all due to the mewing, and I felt a secret formula coat my thighs.

“You’re mine,” he howled as I edged him harder, “I own you.”

“Just because he’s black-“

I jumped as a strong black man came into view, dressed in tropical shorts with his hair swinging in brilliant braids.

“I’m Jamal, Jerome’s hotter sexier drippier wetter sloppier brother” jamal shook johns hand, “wanna see a real cock?”

John roared as his cum spurred out like a fountain, sending me flying into the far window and covered in his sloppy juices.

“I’m ur guilty pleasure,” John grinned, “crawl to me Jerome.”

Did he think I was a spider?

He pulled my hair roughly and I felt my wig rip a lil. I cringed and John looked down at me.

“Call me master.”

I stared at his thick meaty sausage..was he going to teach me kung fu? I looked back at the moon and released he was alphalating at that time on month. He needed to be locked up before he became to powerful.

He snarled in anger and jamal grabbed his cock, spinning it like a helicopter and John felt himself arriving, lifting up into the heavens.

“Jamal what are you doing?” I pulled John back down to planet earth, “we need to lock him up-“

“Tell Simon I say hi” Jamal grinned as he rubbed him faster, his cock flying at Mega speed as he lifted up.

“I’ll never forget you Jerome,” John confessed as he flew, “I own you forever and ever,”

“Tell a trusted adult,” jamal told me and I rushed to find Nick for help. I came back to see jamal had transformed into dobby and was frantically throwing all his socks at John.

“What are you doing?!” I exclaimed.

“Dobby won’t be owned, dobby will be freeee!!”

Eddie weddie walked into the room, his pale arse as bright as the moon and his fat, long, fiddle as brilliant as a thousand orange stars.

“What’s the ud?” He asked.

“John turned alpha during sex and jamal helicoptered his cock so he’s flying into space,” I explained, “we need help.”

“I’ve got this.”

Ed walked up to John, kissed his neck, took his hand, and gave him the sloppiest, wettest, most jaw breaking, world ending, dick shrivelling, head of his life and John blasted into outer space, little kid sperm shooting out like a rocket.

He flew away and I watched the loml disappear to his true home with the rest of the three long legged people. I smiled and blew a kiss..

And then shat so drastically my panties disintegrated and I had to use dobby as a butt plug. Nick and Ed bent low and emitted the most gas chamber farts they’d been brewing the whole night, showing their respect to Alpha John,

As the gas became too much to handle and the shit trickled down my knee, my arse beginning to sneeze, I inhaled deeply and died a happy shitty death.

Thanks for reading guys UWU :(

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