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cherrynpink · 2 days ago

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still yours

pairing: ex!mingyu x f!reader

genre: exes to lovers, second chance romance, fluff, angst, smut MDNI!

warnings: jeongcheol is the side ship hehe, bsf cheol, very angsty, bickering, down bad oc n gyu, alcohol consumption, mentions of drugs, yearning, there is a hot tub involved, if even 1 of u get the yeh jawani hai diwani reference it's worth it, flirting, mentions of threesome, making out, oral sex (f. recieving), softdom!gyu, clitoral stimulation, fingering, soft sex, emotional talks here and there, unprotected sex, creampie, happy ending!!!, lmk if I missed anything!

w.c.: 9.7k

playlist: still yours

note: this is slightly inspired by the movie yeh jawani hai diwani if any one of u get it thank u so much I love you. that specific part of party 4 u by charli xcx was playing in my head the entire time i was writing and I've been writing this for a week 😭 alsooo woke up last morning to see a 100 followers, thank u so much ☹️

p.s. can confirm the texts between oc n cheol are derivative of how me n my guy bsf text

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cheol🖕🏻: did u land yet?

you: at the baggage claim rn

still NOT talking to u

kys

cheol🖕🏻: very rude of u to talk to ur dear friend (who paid for ur ticket btw) like that

you: i will throw cash at u the second I see u, still not talking to you

cheol🖕🏻: DID YOU JUST WANT ME TO NOT INVITE HIM I CAN’T DO THAT Y/N

you: WOULD HAVE APPRECIATED IT IF U HAD TOLD ME BEFORE I BOARDED

cheol🖕🏻: did not want to give u the chance to run off

also tf

r u saying u wouldn’t have come to my wedding :(

you: never said that but i would be more prepared

would’ve snuck cocaine up my ass and had a few drinks at the lounge if I knew

cheol🖕🏻: they would arrest u for the cocaine babe

you: it’s ok ur lawyer fiancé can bail me out

cheol🖕🏻: he is very talented :)

you: stop thinking about dick for a second u sick freak

cheol🖕🏻: stop slut shaming me :(

did u find a cab yet?

you: yeah

will be there in 40 minutes

still NOT talking to u

sick liar

cheol🖕🏻: I WAS NOT LYING HE DID SAY HE WASN’T COMING UNTIL LIKE A WEEK AGO

you: SO YOU HAD A WEEK TO TELL ME AND YET U DIDN’T

wow

they were right

cheol🖕🏻: who’s they

you: all men do is lie

#sigh

#allmenarethesame

cheol🖕🏻: :(

you: can see u pouting through the screen

you are NOT the victim here dawg

cheol🖕🏻: y/n

it will be okay

you: it’s been 5 years. It won’t.

cheol🖕🏻: it’s not just him yk, we all are there too

it’s been literally years since we all were together and I want u to see that putting this mingyu thing aside

I put a week aside for us all to spend some time like we did

and I hope u and mingyu sort it out because it’s been ages since we were all in the room and I miss us

you: yeah ur right

i’ll behave

promise

n talk to him

cheol🖕🏻: thank you.

you: unless he decides to be a bitch

cheol🖕🏻: STOP

you: hehe :3

see u in a bit

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Okay. Deep breathes. You can do this. You’ve spent the entire duration of your flight preparing for what to say, what to do, how to act, how to breathe (a typical one in one out would do you assumed). Spent all of the hours imagining innumerable scenarios of how meeting him again could go. How bad could it be right? You’re just meeting your ex you broke up with 5 years ago, you’ll be fine. It’s not like your break up left you an emotional mess for months and mingyu shaped hole in your heart that still remains untouched by any man that’s come in your life the past few years.

How will he react? Has he been looking forward to it? Oh my god, what if he has another girlfriend? You’re going insane. It doesn’t help that you’ll have to spend an ENTIRE week around him. He was already so good looking in college; you can only imagine how handsome he’s grown now he’s a man. Despite of still being in the same friend group, you’ve managed to barely see him since your break up because well, life. No matter how tight knit you were with your friends, people grow apart due to circumstance; whether it be due to higher priorities in life or simply distance, that’s what happened to all of you. Everyone got too busy keeping up with growing careers, and bills, and relationships- all moving away to different parts of the country.

That’s why Seungcheol organized this for all of you, right before his wedding weekend. He met Jeonghan through you, believe it or not. You were dating a guy you met on a dating app, who worked with Jeonghan. Once while you and Seungcheol had gone to a club together, you bumped into them. You and Vernon broke up, but Seungcheol and Jeonghan kept seeing each other, and the rest is history.

As you’re lost in your thoughts of your past and all your old memories, you hear the cab driver halt to a stop in front of the resort and you’re brought back to reality. And the resort is honestly gorgeous. And oh, in between Jeonghan and Cheol, they are absolutely LOADED. Because not only have they booked rooms for all their guests at the resort, but they’re getting married right on the private beach of the resort. You could imagine Cheol quitting his job in a few years and just becoming a trophy wife.

You take your luggage out of the trunk of the car and walk into the lobby of the hotel and who do you see but Seungcheol, laughing with Jeonghan as he slowly turns back to you and you see him giving you a wide smile; but Seungcheol’s eyes are still on Jeonghan- and it warms your heart. When you see them together, you get it; they make sense. You see how easy it’s supposed to be- loving someone. How so in love someone can be, that their entire world disappears, and the person they want is the center of their universe.

Finally, Jeonghan nudges his shoulder as he begins to walk to you, open armed embracing you in a hug as you can’t help but smile. As you pull away from him, right behind you is Seungcheol, wasting no time before he is absolutely squeezing you, leaving you out of breath. No matter how many times you see him, he still hugs you the same way he did 8 years ago when you first met. You don’t think you’ll actually ever love anyone as much as you love your best friend.

“Hey, leave her, she literally can’t breathe!” Jeonghan says giggling.

“You’re getting married!” you say against Seungcheol’s shoulder, still in his tight grip.

“I’m getting married” he says with a smile as he finally lets you go, his hand still wrapped around your shoulder.

“You literally saw me a week ago, what’s with all the touchiness?”

“God forbid a man be happy and love his best friend.”

“Let’s take your luggage up, everyone is already up in our room.” Jeonghan says. “Cheol, carry it.”

“Everyone’s up? Mingyu’s reached too?” you say hesitantly. There is a nervousness in your voice that neither Jeonghan nor Cheol miss.

“There’s no need to be anxious y/n.” Jeonghan says as you walk towards their room.

“Just- you know, say hi to him, hug him, smile and it’ll be over. Doesn’t have to be awkward.” Seungcheol says, as if completing Jeonghan’s thought. God. They were so annoying and perfect.

“Oh, didn’t realise I lacked basic human interactive skills guys! Yeah, thanks a lot for that.” You say in annoyance as you roll your eyes, finally reaching their room; and you can already hear the sound of laughing and someone singing from the outside.

“Y/n, literally. Chill.” Seungcheol says as he opens the door. And there they are. The people you love so much, all rushing to crowd around you. you hear multiple iterations of your name being shouted as Seungkwan becomes the first to hug you, followed by Joshua and Dokyeom. You feel so full of love and happiness your heart might just burst, because it’s been just so long since you all saw each other together. Even though they’ve all grown up so much, you can’t help but picture the moment you first saw each of them, eyes so innocent and full of wonder; and how none of your 8 years ago versions would believe how far you’ve come. It truly makes you teary.

As they all swarm you with hi-s and how are you-s, they look so excited to welcome you- sitting you down, taking your bags from you, bringing you room service they ordered; and through it all you see him walk in. Ice bucket in hand, bright smile, hair all fluffy and messy like that of a puppy, eyes sparkling; but a maturity in them that he lacked when you met him years ago. His neck shines with sweat, as your travels down to see him wearing a tight tank top with low waist baggy jeans. God, he looks better than ever. And he has gotten so much buffer than before, did he just live at the gym now? As soon as your eyes meet his, there’s a twinkle in them- as if his head is filtering through a montage of flashbacks of the 3 years you spent together.

You both realise you’ve been staring at each other far too long as an uncomfortable silence settles in the room, the rest of the group giving each other awkward glances. You see him place the ice bucket on the table as he smiles and picks you up, hugging you, spinning you around in his arms, flashbacks flooding your head. As he sets you down, your hands still on the back of his neck, his hand reaches to tuck your curtain bangs behind your ear so that he can see all of you, no piece of hair obstructing the sight in front of you.

“Hi”. he says, his thumb on your cheek. You’re panicking in your head, because all this is going way too fast, way too soon. But he’s always been like this; it’s Mingyu. Your Mingyu.

“Hi.” you reply, a soft smile on your face as your hand drops to his chest, beginning to pull away.

And the realization hits you: this week is about to be so much harder for you that you anticipated.

They all send you to your room to freshen up, because it has been a long travel and you look like hell. You’ve got the whole week to catch up; they can wait for a while to let you catch a breath.

You finish unpacking and take a long shower to rid your body of the sweat that just doesn’t stop because of the southeast asian heat and till you’re finished, it’s already evening; the sun hasn’t set yet but it adorns the horizon in a yellowish-orange hue. You’re in the middle of drying your hair, when you hear a knock on your door.

“Y/n, it’s Joshua!” you hear him call out as you open the door in the hotel room.

“We’re leaving for the beach in a bit, so get dressed.” He says casually, hand in the pocket of his loose swim shorts.

“But I just took a shower! And blow dried by hair too! they’re gonna get ruined.” You whine with a pout on your face.

“Don’t make that face it’s literally never worked on me, come on, get dressed.”

“Fine, but I’m not getting in the water.” You say accepting defeat as he leaves your room.

Knowing your resort had a private beach, you had packed tons of cute bikini sets that you couldn’t wear at home. You pick out a white floral set with a matching sarong, choosing to wear a pair of denim shorts over it till you reached the beach. And you set out the room, floral clip in hair, tote bag and light island girl makeup that you had learned on tiktok the previous day.

Your room is right next to the one Joshua and Dokyeom are sharing, so you knock on their door as Dokyeom opens it, him too wearing the same hotel robe.

“Oh y/n you look great, there are lots of hot lifeguards here.” He says teasing you.

“Why are you still in your robe after asking me to get dressed! I rushed through my makeup.” You say entering their room, and boy did it look like a mess- suitcases wide open in the middle, clothes scattered all over, empty beer bottles placed randomly around the room.

“Oh it’s my bad, I feel asleep.” He says running his hand through his hair giving you a smile.

“Damn bro you live like this?” you say scrunching you nose pointing to the mess in his room.

“Here comes miss superiority complex type A personality. You were worse in uni.”

“Yes it’s called improving yourself dokyeom, I-”

“Okay stop with the bullshit and ignoring the elephant in the room.” He says cutting you off.

“First of all, very rude- never interrupt me. Second of all, there is no elephant in the room.” You say acting innocent.

“You and Mingyu. What was that earlier.”

“Oh my god I have no idea as well! As soon as I got into my room, I was like what the fuck was that!” you say like it’s all you’ve been waiting him to bring up.

“Don’t fuck him.”

“What- I wasn’t going to do that!” you say denying these heinous allegations.

“You were thinking it the second you saw him. I know that the break up was hard for you, but you have to know it was equally if not harder for him too.”

“Well, of course I know that I mean it was mutual so-”

“I know that. Just, be careful, okay? Be friends again, we all want that. But be careful.”

“Why wasn’t he going to come until a week ago?” you ask.

“He thought you would be uncomfortable. But then me and shua convinced him to come because it was about Cheol. And it was important for as all to be here with him.”

"By the way, does he have a girlfriend?" You ask trying to act nonchalant, and he sees right through you, but decides against teasing you because you already look miserable enough.

"No he's been single for months now." He says while brushing his hair.

“Fuck, I don’t think I can get through this vacation sober.” You say as you fall back on the bed, your face in your hand.

“There are minis in the refrigerator you know.”

“Aren’t they like super expensive.”

“Cheol will pay for them.” He says handing you a mini bottle of vodka, and you down it in an instant.

“Are we going to bankrupt him this week?” you whisper feeling the liquid burn down your throat.

“Eh, he’ll earn it back. C’mon let’s go.” He says grabbing a baseball cap as he’s finally dressed and ready to leave.

On the other end of the hallway, Mingyu is absolutely panicking his room, screaming at Joshua and Seungkwan for reasons even he doesn’t understand.

“Why did I lift her up?” he screamed in frustration. “I’ve literally never done that! My plan was to give her a handshake as to not make it awkward and-”

“Yeah, because a handshake is totally not weird at all.” Seungkwan says interrupting Mingyu’s very stressful rant.

“Anything you did would be awkward when you haven’t met in years, it’s natural. Don’t worry about it too much.” Joshua says nonchalantly, as if Mingyu is not having a complete breakdown right in front of him.

He almost wants to correct Joshua that you did in fact meet once a year after the breakup, even though it ended in empty bottles of soju scattered on his side table and you wrapped around him in his bed, but he stops himself from telling his friends because you made him promise not to.

“You’re overthinking this, let’s go now, dokyeom says they’re all waiting for us.” Joshua says holding up his phone to show his texts. His friends are useless in giving advice, he thinks. He’s asking Jeonghan next time.

When he gets out of his room, he sees you laughing with the rest of the group, and he thinks he’s going to have a heart attack after seeing you in the prettiest bikini he’s ever seen; or maybe it’s just pretty because you’re the one wearing it- he doesn’t really care, but he’s not sure he’ll be alive if you take off the denim shorts on the beach and prays to god you don’t want to get into water because the only thing worse for him than you in that bikini would be you wet in the bikini.

“No but why is it that I have to share a room but Seungkwan isn’t sharing with gyu!” he hears Dokyeom complain as he approaches them.

“Because Seungkwan’s girlfriend is coming for the weekend and mingyu booked the room himself and you are alone Dokyeom.” Seungcheol says as Dokyeom pouts at the rather harsh yet true comment.

“Hey, if you have that much of an issue to share with me get a room alone.” Joshua suggests, a bit of anger in his voice hearing his friend complain.

“Okay let’s go now if you both are done.”

Once you’re all on the beach, you lay down the sheets you got from the hotel, setting down your tote bag as the rest of the guys run to the water, watching Joshua tackle Dokyeom to the ground- a payback for complaining earlier, as you laugh from a distance, left alone with mingyu. You’ve never been good at starting conversations, and it’s really easy for you to get awkward. You hope to god mingyu remembers that about you and starts the conversation. Finally you hear his voice from behind as you turn to face him.

“You’re not gonna go with them?”

“I just did my hair, didn’t want to ruin it.” You say shrugging your shoulders. “I could ask the same to you, you know?”

“I wanted to talk to you.” he says softly, and god does he look beautiful- golden honey skin shining as the sun hits just the right spot on his cheekbones, hair curling on his forehead as the wind blew them and pleading eyes that stared at you asking questions you don’t know the answers to.

“We’re going to need something to drink.” You say as you sit besides, opening one for you and him you both from the multiple six packs Seungcheol had carried because you “needed it” in his words.

“I don’t think us and alcohol is a good idea.” He says with a slight smirk as you remember what happened when you were drunk around him the last time. But there is also no way you can talk to him sober without it ending it tears or sex, no in-between. You hope that you being in a public setting near your friends would help you avoid that.

“For old time’s sake mingyu. C’mon you’re going to refuse a drink from me? It’s just a beer anyway.” You say as you forward your hand towards him, offering him the bottle and that is apparently all you needed to say to convince him.

Once you’re both a bottle or two (you can’t tell at this point) in, it’s honestly much easier. It just feels like you and mingyu. Like nothing has changed in the past few years, and it’s just you and him again like it was 8 years ago as you catch up. The conversation flows from “oh how are you” to telling each wild stories, to reminiscing about college life and every small thing you haven’t talked about since forever. You’re both so immersed in talking that you don’t even notice the guys have moved on to playing beach volleyball now, horrible beach volleyball you must say; considering you were the team captain throughout school and college- and the watching them play is torture for you.

“why’d you leave that job then?”

“because I was stagnant. It was a great job honestly, but I wanted to progress and I wanted something new.” You said and Mingyu totally got it, because that has always been you. You’ve always went with what you felt was right for you in your gut and you weren’t afraid to take risks, something he’s always admired and wished he had the courage to do. Maybe if he did, he wouldn’t have to leave you years ago. But he pushes that thought out of his mind. He’s spent years thinking about maybe-s and what if-s, so he tries to focus on you again.

“After I left, I took a vacation back home for like a month and then I got a new offer.”

“No wait I’m confused again, you left it last year and visited home, so where are you now?”

“Where I wanted to be in college.” You say with a sly smile.

“No way.” he says, covering his mouth with his hand dramatically.

“Started at Regalia a few months ago.” you say with a smirk, leaning back on one hand as you take a sip of your beer.

Suddenly you see mingyu move from the corner of your eye as he jumps onto you, hugging you from the side.

“Y/n, I’m so proud of you.”

“Thank you mingyu.” You say as your hand reaches to caress his shoulder.

“I really mean it.” He says as he separates from you. “I know it was all you ever dreamed of.”

“it wasn’t all I dreamed of.” You say, finally addressing the elephant in the room you both had been dancing around for the past hour.

“Y/n, I never meant to-” mingyu starts but is interrupted as he feels the ball hit him straight in his face, leaving sand in his mouth as you fall back, bursting into laughter, the beer almost coming out of your nose.

“Mingyu, Y/n how long are you going to sit! You have to come play now!” Seungkwan screamed at you.

“Only if you promise not to cheat!” you shout back.

After a screaming exchange between both of you for a while you finally give in, running over to them.

You and mingyu don’t complete your conversation later, blame your avoidant personality but you have the a few more days to finish it, right?

Once you’re all absolutely worn out by the very one-sided volleyball match (which your team won btw) you immediately all head back to your rooms to get some rest before dinner, but you have no time for rest because not only do you have to shower again because Seungcheol absolutely shoved you into the sand “accidently” because he doesn’t realise his own strength, but you now have to get dressed all over again. As you're already tired from the jet lag and the volleyball, you decide to keep it simple for dinner with a baby blue A-line dress and light makeup since you know your face is going to get red because of the alcohol anyways.

When you reach for dinner, you can see that you are the last one to arrive, yet again and hear half-hearted complains from the group for being late, but you know they don’t mean it. It’s good you and Mingyu talked for a bit even though you didn’t really clear the entire air around you because it’s easier for you all to just talk and catch up and drink like crazy. Seriously, after you spend more than an hour joking around and making fun of each other you realise how drunk you all are: Dokyeom is singing with the live band, going to them and literally taking the mic from them, Seungkwan is being really emotional with you and Joshua telling you and him how much he loves you both while Joshua is totally zoned out mumbling something about how difficult dating is today, and Seungcheol and Mingyu are screaming at each other for some reason. You think you’re the only one being normal, but from Jeonghan’s seat he can see you giggling like crazy and everything Joshua says for no reason and he regrets being the only one who’s not as drunk as the rest of you, and pities himself for being the one who’s going to have to take each one of you personally to your respective beds and tuck you in, otherwise there's no telling where you'd run off to.

When you wake the next morning, you have no idea how you got into your bed, your head is killing you and as your eyes hurt from the bright sunshine in your eyes and you see a blob like figure blurry in front of your eyes and a ringing sound in your head.

“You should never drink again for the benefit of society.” Is what you hear the blurry figure say to you, until you blink a few more times and see Seungcheol and Mingyu standing in front of you.

“Leave me aloneeee.” you whine as you pull the sheets over you again, before they are once again pulling it off of you.

“Y/n you sent me a detailed itinerary of everything you wanted to do with timestamps and what not. And you said you quote, would kill me and ruin my wedding if you missed any of it. So according to it, you need to absolutely need to leave in an hour.”

“Noooo! I don’t wanna do anything I was lying.” You say, still in a nasty hangover, your pillow on your face.

“You will blame me 3 hours later if I don’t do this. Now, our caterer has cancelled on us last minute so me and han need to figure it out, and you have to go with Mingyu since he’s the only one free. Be a good girl and behave, okay?”

“Never call me that again I almost puked.” you reply as you finally sit up.

“I think you almost puked because you’re still in a hangover y/n.” Mingyu interrupts as you groan into the pillow.

Finally, after a lot of arguing they succeed in getting you out of bed as you get ready and have breakfast, ready to leave to travel around the city for the day with 1000 bags in Mingyu’s opinion, which are all “essential” in your opinion. The whole day you drag him everywhere in the city, from a café to a shopping center, to touristy places, to souvenir shops; and he complies throughout it all- because if anyone can make a travelling plan it’s you. He had forgotten how much he truly missed exploring places with you and listening to you tell him about it as if you were a travel guide. You ask him to a million pictures and he does each time, because he does remember all your good angles after all. He watches you collect absolutely ridiculous memorabilia for each place, “so that I remember and have a piece of the place” you say to him; watches you shove a few napkins from the 100-year-old café, pamphlets from wherever you can find, collect beer bottle caps, tags from clothes, bills- basically everything in your sight.

You find a hidden beach with just the perfect sunset view, you and mingyu sitting on big rocks next to each other eating ice-cream. As the evening approaches you, there is just one spot left on your list, an art gallery; but as soon as you notice the time you panic, because it’s about to close in half an hour.

“Mingyu, if we don’t do the art gallery, it won’t open for another week, and we won’t be here then!” you say anxiously.

“Y/n, you’ll see many art galleries, but this sunset, if you miss it, you won’t catch it again.” He says calmly. “You can’t go about everything according to your checklist. We didn’t expect we’d find this beach, but we did and we would be stupid to leave. You can't go about life based on a to-do list, because then you miss out on experiences like this. Let’s enjoy this sunset in the moment and think about what to do next later.”

And that’s hard to argue with, so you don’t protest more, and just end up leaning your head on his shoulder. Maybe this is why you didn’t work out, you’re just too different; different mindsets, different ideology, different goals. You’re so contradicting it makes you wonder how you stayed together for 3 years. You both stay silent, staring at the waves crashing; and this time the silence isn’t uncomfortable- it’s comforting, it’s easy, it’s just you and him and the sound of the sea as you watch the sun set on the horizon together, an orange-yellow hue in the summer and a cool breeze on your face.

“Gyu” you call him softly, looking straight at him. “Why weren’t you going to come?”

“It doesn’t matter y/n, I’m here now, right?” he says as he looks at you.

“Answer me please.” You mean for it to come out a demand, but it ends up sounding like a plea.

“I didn’t want to make you feel uncomfortable.” He says looking down, avoiding your gaze.

“I could never be uncomfortable around you.” you say as you take his hand in yours. “Gyu I- I never blamed you for the break up. Never.”

“I know you didn’t, but I shouldn’t have left even when you asked me to, because you were hoping I would choose you, and I regret that I didn’t.” he says rubbing your thumb with his as he holds your hand tighter.

“Look at you gyu, look at where you are in life right now. You’ve grown so beautifully. At that moment, it was important for your career to move to-”

“I could’ve worked for my dad and stayed home y/n, and I-” he tries to argue, but you cut him off yet again, resting your head on your shoulder.

“Of course a small selfish part of me wanted you to stay, but I don’t think we would have grown as individuals if you did. You would’ve resented me for never chasing that great opportunity and I would always feel guilty for holding you back.”

“I could never resent you.” he says softly.

“I don’t blame you for leaving, because I encouraged you to; but that doesn’t mean it didn’t hurt me. But we were in different phases of life, we had different goals. And look at us now gyu” you say as you lift your head from your shoulder to meet his eyes. “We’ve become all that we wanted to be.”

“I wanted to do it with you beside me.” He says.

“I wanted to too, but we don’t have control in what’s written for us. At the time, it might’ve been the right call for us. When you left, I thought you didn’t care enough to stay and that left me a mess for days, but later I realised you left because you did care. No one can replace the love I have for you, and no one ever will. It just took me too long to realise that sometimes it doesn’t work out.”

“When you asked me to leave, you broke me y/n, because I felt like you didn’t love me as much; but I recognize my fault in that too. Maybe it just wasn’t the right time for us. But if with someone like you, it wasn’t the right time, then how could it ever be the right time with anyone?”

And for the first time, you don’t know what to say. So you just stay silent. And the silence doesn’t feel awkward, it feels good. It feels like you’ve both finally let years of heaviness and burden off your shoulders. There’s a lightness in the air around you as you continue to rub his thumb, the silence comforting you.

You don’t know how long you both sit there, just staring at the water but before you know it you’re getting a text from Joshua asking where you are.

“The guys are asking for us, we should leave.” You tell Mingyu. Once you’re both off the rock and you begin to walk away, Mingyu grabs you by your hand, stopping you.

“Y/n, we’re good?” he asks, eyes still nervous, an uncertain expression on his face looking for answers in yours. You imagine words won't do as good of a job as actions will, so you walk back to stand in front on him, taking his face in your hand and pressing a soft kiss on his cheek on your tiptoes.

“We’re good Gyu, let’s go now.” You say with a smile as you drag him by his hand.

After another night of excessive drinking that night and almost getting kicked out due to the noise complaints from everyone in the resort because of the midnight karaoke competition, you wake up the third day yet again with a killer hangover, somehow worse than the previous night and don’t even the energy to dress up for breakfast as you hear dokyeom banging on your door while you’re still in bed.

“Do you have like any pills?” he asks, rubbing his eyes as he sees you a mess, opening the door.

“I didn’t bring drugs dokyeom.”

“Shut up, now is not time.” He says as he enters the room uninvited. “I meant for the hangover.”

“Jeonghan gave me one yesterday, works like magic. Go bang on his door and get one for me too. I’m gonna go to breakfast.”

“Babe it is 12:15 in the afternoon there is no breakfast.”

Great. So now not only are you hungover, but hungry as well. Thank god for room service and Cheol’s card as well, you eat better than ever in your pajamas. He did give you the card for emergencies only, but this was an emergency, you were starving and it was on him for not waking you up earlier. Little do you on the other side of the hallway he is absolutely obliterating his intestines as he pukes into the toilet, Jeonghan holding his hair up while Mingyu and Seungkwan stays asleep in their room and not in their own for some reason. You all spent the afternoon in your rooms, just resting for once since getting there. You had initially planned to go to the club in the night; but after the state you were all in, you just chose to go to the pool in the evening and a simple dinner in one of the many restaurants of the hotel.

When you return from dinner, it’s fairly early because this night, for once, none of you drank like crazy, only some wine as you had a lot planned the next day between snorkeling and going to the club later. You’re getting ready for bed, just finishing brushing your teeth as you begin to wear your comfy pajamas as you hear your phone buzz.

mingyu: if u must know

you: i really really must

mingyu: you looked really pretty at dinner

in that yellow dress

also at the beach

you: we didn’t go to the beach today tho

mingyu: first day

when u wore that white bikini

floral

looked so pretty

you: r u drunk

mingyu: had like 2 sips at dinner

not drunk

you: u looked really pretty too

mingyu: saw u staring

you: saw some other girls staring too

mingyu: no need to be jealous baby :)

you: shut up

hate u

ur not asleep yet?

cheol was very strict on us getting up early tmrw

need to get up at fuckass dawn

mingyu: can’t sleep

Now, you have had the talk with mingyu. and unlike him, you did have a bit more to drink so you're not totally in your senses and can't be held completely responsible for your future actions. And yes, you did promise Dokyeom you wouldn't do anything like this. But also, you're just a girl who has tried so so hard to control yourself around the aphrodite of a man and simply can't take it any longer. After all how bad could it turn out, right?

you: typing

he sees you typing for a while. The little bubble appearing and then vanishing repeatedly, but then you finally say fuck it and send the message.

you: i have a hot tub

in my room

mingyu: oh

Oh. He knows where this is going, and he knows very well what game you're playing. Well, two can play at a game.

you: wanna come over?

might as well use it since cheol paid for it

mingyu: coming

You hear a soft knock on your door, as if he doesn’t want to let anyone know he’s sneaking over to your room at midnight.

“Hi” he says leaning on the doorframe as soon as you open the door, lips pursed together- a smile on his face.

You grab him by his arm and pull him in, closing the door behind him shut.

“Cheol is rich as fuck, why did he give you a hot tub.” He says pouting.

“I’m his favorite.” You say as you giggle, leading him to the tub.

“Nepotism” he loudly whispers behind you, making you laugh.

As you finally reach the hot tub, you slowly take off your short silk robe, revealing the same white bikini he liked so much on the first day as you put your hair up as to not get them wet, front strands falling on your face. You hear him suck a sharp breath in as he takes in your figure.

“You wore it for me?” he questions, struggling to get words out of his mouth.

You bend down making sure his eyes are on you, turning on the jets.

“you said you liked it.” You say, your back still facing him, but looking at him over your shoulder.

You start to get in, swaying your hips with each step you take in slowly as his eyes are transfixed on you.

“Get in gyu.” You say, your voice turning sultry, the one he remembers so well, the one you used when you begged him to eat you out, the one he’s been desperate to hear since he last saw you.

He takes off his shirt slowly, knowing your size difference always turns you on, and steps in following your lead as he sits in front of you in the small tub. You can stretch your legs fully to rest on his thighs, but poor mingyu has his knees bent in an uncomfortable position, making you laugh.

“Sit next to me.”

“Mhm but then I won’t be able to keep my legs on you.” you respond, but still get up to sit beside him.

“Do you want something to drink?” you ask innocently, hoping he catches onto what you’re implying.

“Oh I don’t think having alcohol at night with you would be a very good idea.” He says as he spreads his arms behind him as they rest on the edge of the tub.

“What? You’re scared of me?” you tease because if anything doesn’t work, you know his competitive streak and how much he loves to prove someone wrong in a challenge, but he is holding onto dear life to not be provoked by you and have some self-control even though he was the one that texted you first.

“No, but do you need to be drunk to talk to me? Am I that bad?” he says with a laugh as you accept defeat.

“I know you had fun last time.” You softly sing as you smirk and your nails trace the veins on his arm.

“I’ve had better.” He says as he smiles wide. Oh, now he is absolutely asking for it you think as your hand is quick to smack the same arm you were drawing patterns on as you hear him say “ow” and laugh.

“Shut up, you’ve never been a good liar. I know it was the best you ever had. For me though, I’ve had better.” You say as you adjust your bikini top while looking straight at him.

“Oh? Please do enlighten.” He says as he cocks his eyebrow, testing how far you’re willing to go.

“When I was working out of the states for a few months, I had a threesome.” You confess as you giggle.

In a sudden move taking you by surprise, mingyu is using his strength to scope your waist in his hands and maneuvering you to sit on his lap, legs on either side of him making contact with his half hard cock through the layers of your thin bikini bottom and his shorts which makes you gasp out loud. His hand reach to toy with the string of your bottom while the other massages your thighs.

“That’s okay y/n.” he murmurs, his eyes focused on your chest spilling out of your top before he’s bringing his eyes to look at yours- full of curiosity and shock.

“It doesn’t matter how many guys you slept with, or who you were with the past years.” He says as he gets closer and closer to your face, tucking your hair behind your ear as he whispers, “Because I was the first one.” making you shiver. And that’s your final straw as you grab his face and crash your lips into his as an act of desperation. The kiss is tense, and wet, and messy. It seems like neither of is willing to pull away as the kiss deepens, as if to make up for the lost time. You missed this. Missed him. his lips, his eyes, his hands, his everything. You had tried so hard to forget everything about him that you loved but it all comes rushing back to you as you run your wet hands through his wavy hair. His lips are as soft as they always were despite of how roughly he kisses you, knocking the air out of your lungs.

“I was the first one to make you scream baby.” he says as he pulls away, eyes hungry with desire as if he’s unleashed. “And I’ll always be the only one to make you feel that good.” He says as he thrusts his hips up lightly, making you gasp as you feel him getting bigger in size. His hands reach down to push your bikini bottoms to the side, a sorry excuse of material barely covering your pussy in the first place.

“Oh? Is it just water or are you wet y/n?” he says as his finger runs up and down your slit, as you clench at his touch.

“Remember when I first took you baby?” he chuckles. “you were so scared, holding my hand in tears begging me to be gentle. Look at you now, made you into the slut you are.” And all you can do is moan in agreement as he finds your clit, rubbing the small nub.

“Gyu, please fuck me!” you whine.

“As much as I’d love to fuck you in a hot tub y/n, I’m just too hungry baby. Wanna taste you.” he says as he pats your hips softly, pressing a kiss to your lips signaling you to get up.

As you get out with him following you behind, he reaches your claw clip and lets your hair down, your curtain bangs falling to your face as he grabs your waist from behind, leaning in to push your hair to one side as he whispers, his body pressing against yours, “you still like to be slapped around baby?” a slight playfulness in his voice, and you can practically feel him smirk against your ears before you’re turning to face and pulling him in once again into a kiss. His hands reach down to cup your ass as you continue to make out.

“I’ve missed you so bad.” You whimper in between kisses.

“Fuck, missed you too baby, not gonna make you wait again.” He says as he parts his lips slightly to let your tongue in, his grip tight on your waist. He licks and bites and sucks on your lips and tongue, making you moan into him. it’s as act of desperation, the way you hold onto him. A way of making up what you lacked and craved for so long, because no matter how hard you tried, no one ever made you cum as hard as he did, and no one made you scream louder than he did.

You waste no time in making your way to your bed, falling back as soon as the back of your legs hit the edge. he eyes you from top as you spread your legs for him easily, because you know you don’t have to do anything to get him down on his knees for you; after all old habits die hard. Before you know it, there he is, on his knees at the edge of the bed as he watches you toy with your clothed pussy like a hawk, just waiting to pounce on you. You continue to play with your soaked bottom as you see him running out of patience, eyes transfixed on you.

“Gyu, touch me please…” you whine and that was all the permission he needs to dive right in as he swats your hand away and tears off your bikini bottom in one go making you gasp.

“hey! I liked that one.” You say as he looks up to you, a cute pout on your face.

“I’ll buy you another one baby.” you hear him say faintly, because right now he’s not really listening to what you’re saying, but busy looking at what he’s been kept away for so long. You undo your top and let your tits fall and within seconds, he’s going right in, licking a long strip along your entrance, making you moan out loud and clench around his mouth as your hand reaches immediately to hold onto his hair.

“What do you want, Y/n?” he says as he peppers soft kisses on your inner thigh, intentionally avoiding the place where you needed attention the most as it dripped with your essence.

No matter how much sexual experience you’ve had, in his hands, in front of him, you turn into the same 19-year-old that was on his couch while he made you say what you wanted as you begged him for more.

“Please don’t make me say it.” You beg him with your face red with embarrassment as you hid it in your hands.

“But I taught you so well? You forgot it baby? What happened to the good girl I met?” he says as he tsks in disappointment.

“I hate you!” you cry out. “Fuck please, need your mouth gyu! Missed it so much.” You whine hoping it will do the job for him. he hands finally makes contact with your clit and he drags your wetness to it and draws soft patterns on it making you falter.

“Mhm, you used to beg better but it’s okay, you’ve been out of practice.” He says as he fakes his sympathy and finally gives you what you want, going right in. He licks and nibbles around your folds, as his hands old your thighs apart because he remembers your habit of closing your legs around his head, cutting off his oxygen; not that he’d mind dying buried in your pussy. He makes out with your cunt with no regard for your sensitiveness as you play with your nipples with one hand as the other pulls on his hair. You’re honestly too horny and needy for foreplay, but Mingyu seems to be enjoying himself too much down there, eating you out like a man starved. As he pushes his tongue in and out, the tip of his nose hits your clit rhythmically with just the right pressure and oh you’re seeing stars. He pulls away for a second as you see him swallow of a second and then spit on your center, making you gasp out loud.

“Sweetest cunt ever baby.” He says. “Can’t believe you kept her away from me. See, she misses me too!” he says as he watches you clench once again over nothing, diving in once again.

While he eats you out, you’re mumbling nonsense. “Fuck gyu! You’re- you’re the only one that makes me feel so good! I- missed you so bad! So bad, fuck!”

Hearing your praises, he inserts two fingers in without a struggle in your tight cunt, taking you by surprise. Your cheeks are red and there’s a thumping noise in your head, your forehead covered with sweat. His fingers drill into you not too slow as to bore you, but not fast enough to drive you over the edge as he sucks on your clit, but with just the right pace to keep you on the edge. there were multiple nights in the past when he would be between your thighs for hours as you were left shaking and shivering, begging him to stop because you just couldn’t cum anymore. He would eat you out for hours, pulling orgasm after orgasm out of you and making you count, and if you lost the count, he’d start from 1 all over again until he was satisfied with your poor sensitive cunt and until you had forgotten your own name, in sweat and exhaustion. You hope to god this is not one of those nights because you honestly are so close to coming, and too needy to have his cock in you.

He still remembers the little signs you give him without knowing, your little mannerism that tell him you’re close; he has your body memorized after all, every inch of it. And he can you see you unfolding in front of him; your hand that toyed with your tits is beginning to falter in it’s movement, your grip on his hair has tightened just slightly and he can see your lips slightly parted, eyes closed and nose crunched. If this was the last sight he saw before dying, he’d die a happy man. He increases the pace of his fingers just slightly, as squelching noises fill the room along with your soft moans as he talks you through it.

“Can feel you getting close. Are you close love?” he says as he looks up to you nodding frantically, eyes still closed and chuckles.

“Wanted to edge you a little more, but you’ve already waited so long, I’ll show a little mercy baby.” He says as leans down again to lick your clit and increases the pace of his fingers just slightly.

“You can come baby, let go for me.” He whispers. And that’s all the permission you need before you’re screaming his name and arching your back as you coat his fingers with your white liquid, bucking your hips ahead as to keep his fingers inside you, your eyes rolling to the back of your head as everything in front of you goes dark, your legs jelly coming down from the intense orgasm as mingyu slowly keeps moving your fingers in throughout it all.

Once you seem to have calmed down from your high, you look down to see him pull his fingers out and engulf them in his mouth, licking your cum off them clean as you see him swallow. He finally climbs onto the bed, grabbing you by your waist to manhandle you up and away from the edge as he comes down to kiss you. You can taste yourself on his tongue, and this is probably the hottest thing he’s ever done.

“Was going to make you cum a few more times on my tongue, but I’m too impatient baby, need to be inside you.” he mumbles as he takes off his swim shorts, his cock standing proudly in front of you, tip slightly red, veiny and angry. Oh you had forgotten how big he was, and how insane the stretch was each time, no matter how many times he fucked you. You see him spit on his hand and pump his length up and down.

“Can you still take it baby?” he says as he smirks, teasing you. “When you had that threesome did they fuck you together? At the same time? Because that’s the only way you’re gonna be able to one of me.” He says as his smile gets wider is pride. You did not know this was going to bite you in the ass later.

“Shut up gyuuu!” you whine. “You’ve been talking for so long, just fuck me!” you say in frustration as he laughs at you.

“Condom, baby?” he asks as he’s finally fully hard, looking around your room.

“I’m on the pill, no condom.” You whisper just loud enough for him to hear you.

“fuck, she is my girl after all.” He says, referring to your pussy as he taps in tip against your tip, “Wanna feel all of her.”

And with that, he finally pushes in slowly, just the tip so far but the stretch is far too big even after he’s opened you up. But he knows you, knows you can take it, you always do. He gives you a second to adjust to his tip before he’s bottoming out in one swift move, reaching you deep in your guts as you scream his name. he leans down to kiss you as you open your eyes to his doe eyes staring at you with the same love he had for you all this time because oh he has missed this. Missed feeling your warmth wrapped around him.

You hook your hand around his neck, pulling him in deeper. He holds your hips as you wrap your legs around him, not willing to let go. You walls seem to suck him in more and more as you clench around his length making him groan into the kiss. He pulls out slowly, making you whine at the loss of contact, only his tip left in you before he’s slamming back into you making you both moan in the pleasure. He does this a few times so that you’re comfortable with his length before speeding his pace up a bit, thrusts still slow yet so deep. His hand reaches up to hold yours and it’s a moment of intimacy which is much more than sex. This is more than sex for you, and this action of his reminds you of that as your pleading eyes look up to him and he kisses you once again while maintaining his agonizing pace. You look at each with gaze full of words unspoken, full of I miss you-s and I love you-s, full of longing and desire as his cock hits just the right spots, kissing your walls in a snug fit.

Any other day, he would go fast, making you scream his name, make you beg and plead, and you know it well from past experience. But today, he fucks you the same way he did when he took you first. Slow and gentle, full of love and care. His slow yet sharp thrusts combined with his hand in yours are getting you close every passing second. His moans mix with yours as the sounds of your wet pussy fill the room. The feeling of your arousal around him feels like heaven as it drips down on the sheets and his balls making a mess. His slender hands reach down where your bodies connect to slowly rub your clit, the pleasure overwhelming for you; not just physically but emotionally.

You feel the heat building up in your core as your senses are in overload, hips bucking up to meet him and he knows you’re getting there.

“Can feel you getting close baby.” He says, and it amazes you how well he knows and remembers your own body even after all this time. “Need you to let go with me, cum around me cock, know how tight you get, fuck!” he says as he tries to maintain the pace he’s set for you, his hand down speeding up, drawing an orgasm for you. With a particular sharp thrust and a pinch on your clit from his fingers, you whine, feeling the knot in your stomach building up to a point you can’t bear anymore as you let go for the second time in the night with a moan of his name as complete darkness surrounds you, your hand on his back digging in deeper and you’re sure the nails will leave marks. As soon he feels you clench around his cock, he follows you, his pace turning erratic as he once again brings his lips down to moan into your mouth, hips stuttering as he paints your insides white, his grip on your hand tightening.

You feel completely worn out and in bliss as his hand never stops to stimulate you poor sensitive clit, making a warm feeling run throughout your chest as he barely holds himself up on you from one arm to avoid crushing you under his weight. He kisses your cheek softly before resting his forehead on yours trying to catch his breathe. In front of him, you couldn’t look any happier; a glow on your face, your eyes shining bright at him, cheeks flushed crimson at the feeling of his warm cum filled to the brim inside you.

As he pulls out, he falls to your side as an old feeling pops up inside you as you feel the cum drip out of you. you see him sitting up, pulling you up to lean back against his chests as he pulls the sheets over you as his hand is still holding onto yours while the other runs up and down your arms. “You’re the greatest woman I’ve ever met.” He whispers into your ear, making you giggle as you swat his hand away, but pulling it back in an instant because you love his touch.

You both lay there for a moment in silence, enjoying the feeling of being close to each other again, before the sinking feeling hits you: this is not a happy ending. You’ll go back to different cities, different people, different lives and your eyes are quick to fill with tears before you hear Mingyu’s voice again.

“Y/n, I’m moving back home.” He says softly and for a second you can’t believe you’re not in a dream right now because there is no way mingyu, your mingyu, is coming back to you.

“What?” you ask in disbelief as you turn to face him.

“Decided it 2 months ago. Dad’s retiring so I’m gonna take over the business.” He says as he holds you in his arms tighter.

“So-” you start but are quickly interrupted by him as if he’s read your mind.

“So, us again?” he asks with a cheeky smile as he leans forward to look at the wildered expression on your face.

“Mhm, but we never know when you could leave again.” You say as you reach him to catch him in a kiss and lift your hand up, the back of it facing him. “You’re gonna have to put a ring on it someday to lock it down.” making him laugh.

“How many carats baby?”

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Corner Store Sock Aisle Angel

Bob/Reader, post Thunderbolts* movie ending.

Summary: You met the cutest guy in New York City at a corner store while running an errand. And while he wouldn't call himself an angel, would you? Beauty in the eye of the beholder and all that?

Warnings: none, just a TON of fluff. Spoilers for the movie's ending!!!! Do not read if you haven't watched! No Y/N usage or pronouns for reader.

Word count: 3.5k ish

Author's note: i watched Thunderbolts* in IMAX on Thursday with Rachie and left the theater incredibly compelled to write a fic where i got to kiss Bob. Now have this!

Thunderbolts* movie spoilers under the read more!!!

A week in New York City for work was only half ideal. Half, because you'd have to work, but half because when you werent working, you could explore one of the biggest and most iconic cities in the world.

You hit a couple museums, and then decided you wanted ramen in your hotel on the second night instead of eatting out. The day had been long and exhausting, with your co-workers and people you were meeting being demanding in the most classic office-job ways possible.

It paid well, and you had a nice hotel room, but really, you just wanted to cozy up for the night with something familiar and watch a movie.

But first, you needed ramen.

Of course, you could stop at an actual ramen place, get real noodles and a more authentic experience, but tonight, instant noodles was the desire. Plus, you wanted some candy, and maybe some new socks since you somehow forgot to pack some.

To the corner store it was! Or maybe it was called a bodega?

You pulled out your phone as you waited to cross the street and texted your friend.

"Wtf is a bodega" followed by "isnt it just... a corner store...???"

Your friend responded "how should i know? Im not from NYC!"

You laughed and crossed the street.

It didnt take you long to find a store that looked familiarly safe enough to venture in to. Plus, there were a couple other people in the store.

You walked in and found the instant noodles you were looking for.

Now just Sour Patch Kids candies and socks.

How the hell did you forget socks?

You sighed and turned a corner, nearly running right in to someone.

"Oh! Sorry!"

"Its no problem," he said.

He was *so* cute. And tall. And looked like a dork. He was in a sweashirt and jeans, with worn black converse. Oh, so cute.

"You looking for something?"

"Do- do they have socks here?"

"Yeah!" He said, smiling again, and gestured over to another aisle. "Over there."

"Thanks. I forgot to pack some," you said, passing him. You groaned and squeezed your eyes shut. That was dumb. All you needed to say was thanks.

"You from out of town?"

"Yeah," you turned back to face him, holding the noodle package awkwardly in your hand. "Here for work."

"Ah, not vacation."

"Not quite."

"Bummer. It's a great week for weather, you should try and get to a park or something at least!" His eyes lit up with an idea. "Maybe lunch, or something? Fresh air?"

You laughed. "Not sure how fresh the air of New York would be, but yeah, that sounds nice."

"Cool. Well, um. Good luck!" He said, and gave you two thumbs up.

Who the hell is this guy. Two thumbs up?? What a dork.

It was adorable.

You gave him a wave and nod, before saying thanks as you turned away, hoping he didnt see you blush, or heard you giggle.

You got over to the sock aisle safely and found a set of pairs that would just have to work.

Finally, you made your way to the candy aisle and saw there were more than one kind of Sour Patch Kids available. What kind of monster gives that many options of basic sour candies?

"Lots of options," a familiar voice said to your left.

You lookes up. The cute guy again.

"Pff. Yeah. For real," you sighed and looked at the options again. "Already a long day and now... more choices."

"These are my favorite," he said, reaching forward and picking up a package of gummy peach rings. He held it toward you. "If, yanno. You didnt want to choose."

"Definitely. Those would work great with my-" you checked the noodles in your hand. "Kung pao chicken instant noodles."

You laughed a little together as he handed you the package.

"Cool," he said. It was kind of pathetic. But also really cute. He offered you his favorite candies so you didnt have to decide. Absolutely adorable.

"Well, thats all I was looking for tonight," you said, looking up at him. "Thank you, corner store angel."

He laughed. "Oh, no, not an angel. Just a guy."

"Just a guy, huh?"

He shrugged, and shyly didnt look you in the eye. "Yeah."

"Alright, just a guy," you said, and, on a whim, handed him one of your business cards. "Text me, maybe. If youre not a serial killer, or anything."

"God, no," he laughed, and looked at the card as he took it in his hand. He smiled and then looked at you. "I like your name."

"Thanks," you said.

Just a moment later, you were walking back to your hotel, feeling like you were floating on a cloud.

You'd met the cutest guy New York City could have possible offered, and randomly gave him your business card.

Not something you usually do.

But how could you not?

~*~

The thought of his cute face and kind laugh diatracted you through the next few days on your work trip. But just as much as it distracted you, it softened the blow of the blunt demands and requests from your team and the business you were hosted by. You felt productive, even if your friend requested Corner Store Angel Boy requests every half hour.

Of course you'd told them. They gushed and were so excited, happy to soak up every little detail that you could remember about the stranger.

But you hadnt asked him what his name was. And you'd forgotten to get his number!

So you were just relying on hoping that he would actually text you. Before you left.

It was kind of hopeless, but at least you hadnt forgotten his face yet, and it kept you looking ahead instead of at the ground as you walked through the city.

On the fifth day, you got a text.

"How are those socks working out for you?"

You couldnt help but smile and swallow a squeal of excitement.

"You good?" One of your co-workers asked.

"Yep," you nodded, and quickly started typing back.

"They're doing the job!" And then "peach rings were the best choice."

"Nice! :D"

Of course.

"Work ok?"

"Would rather be at a park tbh"

There was a moment of watching the little three dots appear and then disappear, then reappear.

Finally, another message.

"There's plenty of parks by good dinner places."

Was- was he actually asking you out?

"Nothing too fancy?"

"Maybe just some pizza?"

You couldnt help the thought that flashed through your mind- *anything with you sounds amazing.* But you didnt type that.

"Send me the time and address"

He sent both a minute later and you could not believe your luck.

You immediately changed over to the chat you had with your friend and told them about the date.

After they sent you a voice note screaming, they made you promise to share your location.

~*~

You had a little time before meeting with the cute guy, so you got back to the hotel to freshen up a little.

Of course, you'd already been in work clothes when you met him, so he'd seen you when you looked pretty good, but at the end of the day.

At least now you could change into something a little more comfortable, and freshen up or touch up your hair. Anything to make you feel less anxious.

You got to the pizza place a little after the suggested time, but he was there, waiting.

You couldnt help but snap a picture before he looked up from his phone.

His face broke out into the biggest grin when he saw you coming. He waved at you, too.

"Hi!" You said, waving and smiling back.

"Hi!" He answered. "How's- how's your week been?"

"Its actually been ok!" You said. "Kept thinking about this reallg cute guy i met, hoping he'd text me." You looked at him, and couldnt help but laugh when he looked uncertain. "You, dude. Im talking about you."

"Oh, duh," he laughed. "Wasnt sure."

"Its not every day i meet corner store angels."

He laughed again, then the smile fell from his lips. "Oh, shit, i never told you my name!"

You laughed again, your hand landing on his forearm. "No, dude."

"Ive known your name and had your number! Im so sorry!"

"You know what'll make it up to me?"

"What?"

"Your name," you said.

"It's Bob."

"Bob?"

"Yeah. Yep," he nodded. "Mhm."

"Cute," you remarked, and looked toward the pizza place. "Well, Bob? Shall we get some slices?"

"Sure!" He agreed and followed behind you into the pizza place.

It still amazed you how the pizza could afford to be just a couple dollars and taste so good. Or maybe you were just hungry. Either way, well worth it, especially to watch Bob get pizza grease down his chin.

He was incredibly cute. Not that you hadnt not thought that before. It was just impossible for you to not think that. And he had the sweetest laugh, and nicest smile.

Maybe he was just new, and it was nice to start learning things about someone.

After finishing the pizza, you asked him about the park he was thinking of showing you.

He opened the door for you and held it as you left the pizza place, and only stared a little as you hooked your arm in his.

You realized as you walked to the park that maybe you shouldnt just walk arm-in-arm with a man you barely knew, at night.

But you also figured that if your friend saw your phone's location in one place for too long that she'd definitely call the cops. FBI, even. National Guard.

The stroll through the park was blessedly uneventful. Bob asked you questions about yourself, happy to listen and hear your stories. He asked clarifying questions and follow ups, and made you laugh with his reactions.

He didnt seem to want to talk about himself too much, but you werent going to press it- a guy who asked questions and was engaged in conversation? Crazy. You weren't going to change that if you could help it.

He also seemed like such a nice, genuine guy. He was sweet, and laughed at your bad jokes.

Part of your brain wanted to process the part that maybe he was still a serial killer, or at least an asshole, but when he smiled at you, you really couldnt see it.

Before you knew it, the time had flown. You checked the time on your phone and it was almost nine p.m.

"Oh, shit! Later than i thought it was," you remarked.

You were sitting with Bob on a park bench, watching the last of the Summer sunset.

"Do you need to go?" He asked.

"Yeah... one more day of work tomorrow, then heading out on Saturday."

"When?"

"The afternoon."

"Bummer."

You looked at him, leaning your arm on the back of the bench and head against your hand.

"I mean, well, i'd really like to see you again, before you go," he said. "Go home."

"Are you busy tomorrow?"

"I figured you'd be?"

"I was working today, Bob," you said. "But I was able to come meet up with you. You're worth that to me, at least right now. And i'd like to see you again, too."

He glanced at your lips before licking his and sighing, looking across the park's path. Then he looked at you again. "Do you think... we could meet up tomorrow?"

"Unless my boss drops a ton of work on me? Yeah, Bob, I'd love to!" You smiled. Your face was going to hurt tomorrow from how much you'd been smiling.

"Really?"

"Yeah, dude," you laughed, and caught him looking at your lips again. You hummed. "You look like you might want to kiss me."

He blushed and looked down at his hands in his lap.

"You can ask, you know," you offered. "Knowing me, I'd probably say yes."

"Ive, uh, just..." he mumbled something you couldnt hear, even though you were sitting right next to him.

"Didn't hear that," you leaned closer.

"I've just never, uh... ive never kissed anyone."

That broke your heart a little. Had no one given him a chance?

Was he a little slow? Yeah, maybe? But you barely knew him, and you couldnt help but like him. Besides, in this world, who isnt a little slow sometimes? He hadnt chosen to talk about any of his own passions, like he'd asked you. There's something that lights his fire, and you were going to find out what that was.

"That's ok," you said, gently. "It's been a long time for me."

"Really?" He scoffed- not in an assumption you were trying to be nice, but just in pure disbelief. "But you're... you."

You hummed and nodded. "Exactly what I thought about you."

He looked at your lips again.

"I'll warn you, my first kiss was not like the movies make it out to be," you said. "No pressure. And if you dont want to-"

"I do want to!"

"Then by all means, Bob, whenever you might be ready."

He couldnt stop looking between your eyes and your lips, and he moved closer to you on the bench.

You met him halfway, reaching over to put your hand over his.

He quickly took your hand in both of his, like he needed the grounding, and then he closed his eyes and leaned in.

You kissed him, just expecting a cute little peck.

But then you felt his warm hand on your cheek and he grew confident, like all he needed was a chance.

You hummed against him, smiling against his lips as he took your top lip between his.

"Woah, Bob," you said, your heart racing as he moved his face a centimeter away from yours. "That was kind of a movie kiss."

"Was it ok?"

"It was great!"

"Can i have another?"

"Well, sure," you agreed, and he enthusiastically kissed you again, his lips soft and touch gentle but curious.

After the second kiss, he looked bubbly.

You couldnt help but mess with his hair a little with your free hand. "Thank you."

"For- oh. Youre welcome. And thanks."

"My pleasure."

He smiled nervously, then glanced at his watch. "Oh, you- you needed to go, right?"

"Yeah."

"Ok. Well, I'll text you? Or should we walk to the train?"

"You can walk with me," you said, and stood up from the bench. You held out a hand, and he took it, standing with you.

~*~

You texted all day with him, and still managed to get the extra work your boss assigned to you that morning done.

Your friend didnt know about the kiss yet. They would have called every five seconds if they did.

But you had enough time to meet Bob for dinner again, this time at a sit down place, but still not too fancy.

He even paid.

He had a job? He hadnt seemed employed.

Bob opened up a little more at dinner, and you were happy to take your turn listening to him.

He avoided talking about a lot of things, but seemed to have a few interesting stories from his past.

You tried not to push anything, however much curiosity you felt. You didnt want to break the bubble that was forming around the two of you, hoping the dreamlike feelings of safety and luck and reality wouldnt burst and come raining down.

It seemed natural at this point to link your arm in his, and he didnt seem as startled about it as he had the night before.

You also secretly loved how solid he felt. As much as sometimes you were curious how his mind worked, he wouldnt blow over with a breeze. When you werent paying attention and stepped out onto the street too early, you were surprised to feel the strength he used to quickly pull you back against him as a car honked and passed by.

He was someone special. You hoped he would be someone significant to you.

After dinner and walking a little aimlessly around Manhattan, he said, "do you want to come over?"

For a guy who'd never kissed anyone before last night, that was awfully bold.

"For what?" You decided to ask.

"Oh, um, just to show you. Also, there's a bowling alley in- in the building."

"You remember that?" You had mentioned bowling when you were younger, and enjoying it even if you were bad at it.

"Yeah!"

"You know what? Sure, lets go bowling."

A few moments later, you could not believe where he stopped.

You looked up, feeling tiny in the building's reflections and it's iconic history. "This- this is the Avengers tower."

"Yeah. Cool, huh!"

"You- do you live here? I didnt know they have condos."

He squinted up at the building. "They have condos? Thats cool."

"Bob, where do you live?"

"Here."

"Like, where?"

"Oh! At the top!" He said, then looked concerned. "Are you ok with heights?"

"Th- the top? Thats where the Avengers live."

"Oooooh." He nodded, pointing at you as if he understood your confusion. "Yeah! Im one of them. Sorta?"

"You- youre an Avenger?" Your confusion quadrupled.

"Sorta! Im kinda their roommate."

You looked at him in disbelief. Then you smiled. "On a scale of one to ten, ten being the best, how good of roommates are they?"

He chuckled, then shrugged. "Well, they almost never do their dishes. But, hey, they save the world sometimes, so, thats cool! And we play video games. I beat Bucky all the time. Beats being high on meth, heh."

You laughed with him, head sort of spinning as you reached up and brushed hair out of his face. "That's good. That you're- You dont get high on meth anymore?"

"Oh, no. Nope! Ive been reading a lot."

"Like what?"

"I finally finished Pride and Prejudice. Ava really wants to watch Bridgerton and said i should read Jane Austen's books."

"Pride and Prejudice, huh," you smiled.

"Yeah! It was really good, have you read that?"

"I think so," you lowered your hand and entwined your fingers with Bob's. "You gonna take a girl inside? It's getting windy."

"Oh! Yeah, sure, of course," he nodded and opened the door for you, letting you go first.

He lead you to the elevator, waving at the security, who smiled and waved back at him.

"Who's this, Bob?" One asked. His nametag reads Bob, too.

"Oh this is a friend!" He said, and explained who you are and where you met.

"That sounds like a meet-cute," the older, Security Guard Bob smiled and nodded. "Nice to meet you, honey."

"Nice to meet you too," you responded, smiling back at him.

"Go on up, kids," Security Bob said, and opened a gate for you to go to a special elevator.

As soon as the doors of the elevator closed, you turn to Bob.

"Hey, can I ask you something?"

"Of course," he nodded.

"May i kiss you again?"

He smiled. "Yeah," and he leans close to kiss you as you cupped his cheek and moved in against him.

Your friend was *never* gonna believe this.

#thunderbolts spoilers #thunderbolts* spoilers #thunderbolts #thunderbolts*#bob reynolds/reader #bob reynolds #bob reynolds x reader #bob reynolds x you #bob reynolds/you #my post #my writing #my fic

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skylineskzkeep · 11 hours ago

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Hand Kink

[jeongin x f!reader]

MDNI!! (plz i’m begging)

Requested By: @encoredesires

“If not could you do a 9th member!reader x Jeongin being a menace & reader having a hand kink? I’m not sure if yu write smut of not but if so could yu add it? Suck as, finger choking, them fucking & him using his hands a lot? If not, it’s totally fine & I absolutely love you work babe🫶🫶”

If you’d like to make a request, find out how to here :)

POV: Your fellow bandmate jeongin and you get into a deep conversation about a date of urs gone wrong. When it slips about how you wished the guy had done more hand stuff, Jeongin give you your fix.

Content: Cursing, Smut with some plot, F!ngering, Choking, choking on f!ngers, hands galore, mirror shit, p in v, unprotected sex, oral (f!recieving), you get the gist

My Library HERE :)

“I don’t get what was so confusing?” You’re sat at the vanity in your dressing room, trying your best to get ready for the concert, but of course Jeongin had to come barge in asking about the date you had last night.

“What do you mean?” You had been indulging him in all the dirty details of last night’s events, per his request.

“Well he and I had talked previously over text about what we were all into and he didn’t do any of the things I mentioned. I obliged to all his kinks!” You whipped around to face Jeongin who sat on the couch behind you. “It was so dissapointing.”

Both you and Jeongin were the Maknae in Stray Kids, so naturally you both became really close and bonded quick when JYP put you in the group.

“What was he into?” Jeongin looked disgusted as if he already knew without you saying a word.

“I don’t even wanna get into it. It’s not like my kinks were that weird? I was really only hoping for my favorite one anyways and I didn’t even get that.” You rolled your eyes and turned back around.

“Do I wanna know what that would be?!” You see him raise his eyebrows behind you in the mirror, leaning to be seen in the reflection.

Sighing and shrugging your shoulders you continue to do the finishing touch ups to your makeup. “Just hand stuff. I have a raging hand kink.”

When he doesn’t respond, you go to look at him to see he’s no longer sitting on your couch but instead behind you. He has both his hands on the back of your chair, staring down into your reflection.

You recognized that look. It wasn’t like you guys hadn’t done nothing together. You shared a few private intimate moments, but nothing past some vanilla pent up stress shit. His dick hasn’t even been inside you yet.

“What’s up innie?” His throat bobbed visibly at the use of your nickname for him. You watched his chest rise a few times before he leaned down to whisper in your ear.

“You know,” He said slowly, his hands moving to run up and down your upper arms, squeezing once in a while. “As much as I love gossiping about our piss poor dating lives.” His breath tickles against your ear as he keeps eye contact with you in the mirror.

“I hate learning what makes you tick, and knowing it’s not being satisfied.” You feel like you’re going to combust. The stare he’s holding you in right now has heat pouring off of your body. “So why don’t you talk me through what you want these hands to do, huh? Wanna hear you use your words darlin’.”

You open your mouth to speak, but he begins placing oh-so light open mouth kisses along the side of your neck, slowly warming you up, yet leaving you renderless.

“Come on baby, you gotta use those words if you want me to make you feel good before we gotta go on stage.” You swallow hard.

“Just take your hand and treat me like your bitch.”

You grab his right hand and place it around your throat. “Like this?” He says, squeezing lightly at the sides of your throat. The stare is back in the reflection and even though he’s not cutting off your air supply, you feel a tightness in your chest.

“Mhm-“ You get out as his left begins moving the neckline of your shirt down, revealing your supple tits to him. He licks his lips and hums in delight as he uses both hands to grab and squeeze and paw at them.

A moan leaves your throat at the touches, your head falling back to lean against his abdomen. “No no baby, watch me play with you.”

His hand grips your chin to make you face the reflection, to force you to watch as his other hand begins to tweak, twist and pinch at your nipples. Your mouth hangs open at the sight.

The veins in his hands are popping, and the way he so eloquently moves his fingers is such a sight that you felt an orgasm building by visuals alone.

His hand lightly squeezes your chin, “That look good baby?” You nod as you continue to be transfixed on his hands. “Nuh uh-“ He removes all touch from you and you whine. “I need those words from you, the whole time I’m playing with you, using you as a fuck toy, I need you to answer me when I ask you a fucking question okay?”

He lands a harsh slap to your nipple, causing you to arch out of your chair and bite your lip to stifle the moan threatening to breach. “I said when I ask you a fucking question, you answer me.” He wraps a hand in your hair to pull your head back to look up at him directly, the other hand wrapping around your throat and squeezing.

“Yes, yes I’ll answer you.” Your voice came out mangled by the harsh angle of your throat, but a sinister smile plays across his lips as you say it.

“Yes what?”

“Yes sir.” You squeeze out.

“Get on the couch.” He points, and you immediately comply. Then you get an idea.

“Help me move this.” You turn to him, a wild look in your eyes. You both quickly angle the couch so it’s facing the giant wall mirror on the far side of your dressing room. “I wanna see everything.”

“That’s my good girl. Always so smart.” You whimper at the praise, and before you know it, Jeongin has you turned towards the mirror, him standing behind you.

So painfully slow, he removed your shirt fully, the bra coming off with one hand while the other begins on your belt. The sight of him removing items of your clothes with just one hand makes you soak through the underwear you have on.

His hands land on your hips shortly after the thud of your belt hitting the ground sounds out. “Now, you’re gonna have to be quiet. Chan hyung is just next door. We don’t need him catching us do we?”

“No, no we don’t.” You’re panting for air now as you watch his finger dip below the waistline of your bottoms and rip them down to your ankles.

Then, he moves around to the front of you, and pushed you back to sit on the couch. “Open.” He says as he taps your knees.

You do as instructed, and his tongue licks a long stripe up your pussy, causing one of your hands to cover your mouth. The wetness of your arousal mixed with his spit caused an explosion of pleasure to shake your bones as he sucked on your clit and circled his tongue in that oh-so sweet way you loved.

You lean back and close your eyes for a moment until a hand is removing yours and covering your mouth for you. His hand pulls your face down and the sight in the mirror is one you’ll commit to memory.

His large hand covers all of half your face as he silences you. Your hands are now in his hair, his face buried between your thighs. His other hand is squeezing your thigh so deliciously that you’re sure there will be bruises tomorrow.

Oh his hands- you can’t stop staring as he flexes them, the way they sprawl over the parts of you he’s touching, the way they engulf whatever they’re holding by their pure size alone.

You watch, not noticing him now looking up at you, as he moves the hand on your thigh and takes two fingers and collects the slick gathering at your core.

Suddenly you’re head snaps down but he’s already rising. He nods his head to signal you to move. You scooch over, and he takes a seat where you just were, then he drags you to sit on his lap, your glistening cunt visible in the mirror.

One of his hands finds home around your throat again, while the other begins slow circles around your clit. “Now, are you gonna be a good girl and be quiet while I finger you? Can you be obidient and watch without moving?”

“Yes, yes sir.” You choke on the words as he covers your mouth once again, squeezing enough that your jaw will be sore when he lets go.

“Behave now…” He says it so deliciously that the breath of the words cascade down your neck, sending a chill up your spine.

“Fuck-“ He curses as he slips his middle and ring finger in you. “I ate you out and you’re still tight. Squeezing my fingers like the little whore you are.” You whine at the name calling, the sound of it making you even wetter. “Yeah,” he laughs the word. “You like that don’t you.”

He pushes down on your face so you can see his fingers in the mirror as they slowly begin to pump in and out of you. The sight alone causes that beautiful knot to form in the pit of your stomach.

You moan but it’s muffled by Jeongin’s hand. The pleasure building deep in your gut mixed with the haze created by the sight of his ethereal fingers fucking you into oblivion has you nearing that edge quicker than you’d like. “Good girl, but not yet. Keep it in.”

You whine again, your orgasm so close you can grasp it. He laughs in such a low tone his chest rumbles beneath you. “I said, keep. it-“ He shoves his fingers in you all the way to his knuckle harshly, “in.”

You cry out and he does it again, and again. “You like that baby? You get off on the way my hand muscles flex when I fuck you with my fingers hm?” You’re fighting hard not to cum right then and there.

“Let go doll.” Jeongin pushes his fingers all the way in and flexes them to hit your g-spot at such a rapid pace and the dam breaks open inside of you.

Quick to the punch, Jeongin slips his fingers out of you and begins rapidly flicking your clit, causing a muffled scream to rip out of your throat as you squirt all over his hand and (unfortunately) some of the carpet in front of you.

“That’s a good girl, you look so pretty cumming for me when I tell you. I think you deserve a reward.” He removed his hand from your mouth, which is slack jawed inhaling and hungry for air.

It doesn’t take long for him to grab a fistful of your hair and make you face the mirror again after leaning on him in your post-orgasm bliss.

Jeongin shoves his fingers in your mouth with no warning. “Lick up the mess you made and then I’ll fuck you so good with this cock. You feel it? Feel how fucking worked up you got me?” His voice is dripping against your ear as you make eye contact in the mirror again.

He ruts up into your ass and you nearly choke around his fingers at the feel of it. The friction is delicious, and you swirl your tongue around his fingers faster.

You suck and lick until all your arousal is gone from his fingers, but then he thrusts them in and out of your mouth a few times. “I want you to see how pretty you look when you’re choking on these fingers.” His mouth is now hanging open himself, and he shoves his fingers down your throat enough to make you gag.

He groans at the feeling, and does it again. You can feel his hips rutting into you as he repeats the movement over and over.

You’re already pooling in arousal between your legs again, the texture of his muscled and veiny hands on your tongue and in your throat making you close to orgasming for the second time.

And he can tell.

He does it faster when your legs begin to shake and before you know it, you’re seeing stars again. Your whole body shakes and Jeongin removes his fingers from your mouth. “You’re being so good for me, yeah? You think you can take this cock? Only gotta be good for a little while longer baby.”

“Please Jeongin, I need you to fuck me so bad, please.”

He smiles at that and picks you up. He goes behind the couch and bends you over. The only warning you get is the sound of his zipper before he pounds into you at a relentless pace.

You shout at the sudden stretch of him, but his hands are ready for you.

Just like before, one hand wraps around your throat, becoming your new favorite necklace. The other is balled up in your hair, pulling your head back as he fucks into you so hard the whole couch is rocking. “Fuck, you’re squeezing me so good. Fuck-“

“Hm- Jeongin don’t stop!” Not caring anymore about noise, you both are moaning messes. Him from the feeling of your pussy gripping him so tight he’s barely hanging on. You from his hands in the mirror and the way he pushing in so far it feels like he’s bruising your g-spot.

“Fuck!! I’m so close!” You scream it, forgetting where you currently are.

“Cum for me doll.” He thrusts harder and you unravel, causing the hand around your neck to move under your hips to hold you steady as he keeps up his relentless pace.

The other hand leaves your hair to rest on the headrest of the couch. That particular hand keeps flexing with each thrust he makes inside of you while the other is squeezing your hip so hard there’s sure to be a giant red hand print.

“Mmh, fuck keep squeezing.” His grip tightens at your hip as his thrusts become so snappy and hard that your whole body jolts forward with it.

Your body involuntarily squeezes his cock as he rips your fourth orgasm out of you right before he let’s go inside of you.

His whole body shudders as his forehead comes down to rest on your shoulder.

“Stage in 10!” Both of your heads snap up at the sound of Bangchan’s voice as he knocks on the door. “Y/N, can you tell I.N. too while he’s in ya?”

You both go red in the face as you both start giggling.

“We should really clean up.” You say as footsteps recede outside.

“Yeah, but let’s take our time so we can think of what to tell chan hyung after the concert. I don’t feel like a lecture right now.” Jeongin laughs as he buckles his pants back up and hands you your missing clothes.

“Yeah that’s smart. I can see his ‘dad stare’ as we speak. Ughh-“ You cover your face with your hands as you laugh. “What if we scarred him?!”

Jeongin is laughing now too as he helps you back into your top. “I’m pretty sure he has lost the ability to be scarred from years with all of us.”

You quickly fix your makeup and hair while Jeongin does the same. “Thanks for that by the way.” You wink as you put your hand on the doorknob.

“Oh, well it just so happens I have a hand kink too.” He winks back.

You both head to get your mic packs and join the others when Bangchan turns around. “Whoever you want to fuck is your business, but next time try not to leave physical proof, yeah?”

When you go to question him, he throws a scarf at you and you choke on the realization. Jeongin looks at you as you both turn to face each other, realizing he left a ring of fingerprint sized bruises around your neck in a circle.

You quickly throw the scarf around your neck and shake off your laughter as you run out on stage hoping no one notices your new semi-permanent necklace.

#skz #skz fanfic #skz fluff #skz imagines #skz memes #skz x reader #skz smau #stray kids fake texts #stray kids #i.n skz #jeongin

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bbambiiiiiii · 2 days ago

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Armand watched Secretary(2002) EVERYONE CLEAR OUT. No, I’m just kidding, but I did write a Drabble about if he did 👀

Pairing: Devil’s Minion

Rating: 18+ but it’s not really explicit

“Have you ever… tried that?” Armand turned to Daniel, adjusting his legs underneath him, body dipping into the plush couch.

Daniel seemed caught off guard. He wasn’t expecting to be asked that. “Tried-” he paused, his mouth slightly open. He looked at the TV, then back at Armand, then back at the TV, and again at Armand.

They had just finished watching Secretary, a film Daniel had seen maybe a billion times over, but for Armand, it was his first time and he was curious.

Daniel cleared his throat, opting for the hopeful avoidance of the topic through clarification. “Um,” He links his fingers together. “What uh- what…specifically are you asking if I've tried?”

Armand smiles. He’s amused. He inches his body just slightly closer to Daniels, trying to indicate his intrigue—though for Daniel it felt more like Armand was coming onto him. “That dynamic. Their… relationship style. Have you tried that with anyone?”

Daniel blinks.

Has he.. tried that…

“No. I… haven’t had the chance to.” Daniel sniffs, trying to break the—one-sided—awkwardness.

Armand inches closer yet again, he’s now on his knees, almost crawling towards Daniel on the couch. His movements are cat-like, it would be cute under normal circumstances, but Daniel couldn’t properly focus.

“So you’re interested then?”

Interested…?

“What?” Daniel swears the room feels like it’s spinning.

At this point, Armand is on Daniel’s lap, his body completely shifting over, so his back is on his legs and he’s looking up at Daniel.

“That dynamic? Are you interested? You said you haven’t had the chance to try it, so you’re interested in trying it then?” Armand reaches up, brushing a finger across Daniel’s chin.

Daniel is quiet. He’d never fully thought about it. I mean he’d had ideas, he’d had thoughts about Armand but he never…fully fledged anything out. He wasn’t even sure if that’s what Armand meant by-

“I’m offering to try it with you, Daniel. I’m curious. Stop overthinking it.”

Armand lifts himself, pushing his hips back so he’s properly sitting on Daniel’s lap—albeit sideways—and he cups his cheek with his hand.

Daniel is taken aback, his mouth is left slightly open. “I- are you sure? I mean I’m not very good at telling people what to do and-“

Armand cuts him off, pressing a soft but lingering kiss to his lips.

“Oh, I see.” He chuckles slightly, clearing his throat.

“You’ve got it backward, Daniel.”

Daniel tilts his head, his mind still blank from being kissed on a whim.

“What?”

Armand pulls himself away, getting up off of Daniel, and stands up. He stares at the man for a second, his eyes are…sparkling.

“Can you hold your arms out for me?”

Daniel’s confused, but he holds his arms out in front of him anyway. “Is there something wrong? Do you need blood?”

Armand shakes his head, biting back a smile. “I do, but not from you.”

He sounds almost sadistic… like he’s mocking Daniel. “I’m going to go feed.”

He steps forward and wraps his hands around Daniel’s wrists. “And you.. are going to keep your arms right here until I get back.“

Daniel slowly nods, though he doesn’t look as if he fully understands. “Why… am I keeping my arms out?”

Oh, he’s so cute.

Armand slowly rubs his wrists with his thumbs. “Because if you don’t…”

He sucks a breath in, he’s getting worked up.

“Because… if I see you’ve moved these pretty arms of yours..” he slightly shakes Daniel’s arms.

“I’m going to bend you over this couch…” he presses a kiss to Daniel’s wrist.

“And I’m going to punish you for disobedience.”

Daniel doesn’t respond; the only hint that he understands being the shakiness in his breath.

Armand finally lets go of the man’s arms, letting them hang in the air, he’s sure they’re at least sore by now.

“Well, I’ll see you when I get back.”

#interview with the vampire #iwtv #amc iwtv #devils minion #armand #daniel molloy #iwtv fic #iwtv daniel #iwtv armand #armand iwtv #interview with the vampire fic #Drabble #iwtv Drabble #iwtv s2

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cultkinkcoven · 16 hours ago

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Just going to keep these on the same thread because they’re just as if not even more personal and intimate. Extended trigger warning, these two experiences also have to do with this apparent blood kink thing. My Observations. NSFW Minors DNI or you’re going to hell. And I mean the bad one.

Also just wanna say I love you guys. I debate whether or not I should even be posting these because they’re so insane but you guys’ comments always make it feel worth it. This is a NO cringe zone even though I know this is so cringe. I know omg.

These ramblings are completely unedited enjoy.

I found myself at his throne room office door. I had my grimoire on me, I was wearing my robe. When I opened it he was sitting at his desk working. He glanced up at me but didn’t say anything. He gave me a look of “oh, you again.”

and I asked if I could come in, and he answered “of course,” but it didn’t carry the same benevolent sovereign kindness that it usually does. It seems “the act” has been dropped almost entirely.

I walked over to him, stood beside him at his desk and glanced down at the paper he was writing. Jargon. Characters I’ve never seen before.

He beckoned me towards his lap, stroked my hair, pet me, pulled me close to him. Ah, just as affectionate as ever. He’s just not putting as much effort into the show anymore. He’s quieter, less consumed with getting a reaction out of me. Interesting.

I placed my grimoire on the desk beside his work and started doing work of my own. I was working on a sigil to help me be more productive basically, I was only really in the preliminary stages. Just sketching, writing notes.

at some point he started bouncing his leg, which made it a little difficult to write. At another point he started brushing his hand against my inner thigh. Usually when we have these little study sessions, and he does intimate things like this, he doesn’t stop writing. In fact, he hardly pulls his eyes away from his page. But now, he would write for a while, and then pause, fiddle with me, brush against my neck, reposition my robe on my shoulder, and then resume working. Until finally, he ended up resting back in his seat. He was staring at me, staring at my neck, the scars he’d left. They sat underneath my collar.

and then he started kissing on me, my cheeks, my neck, and pulled my hand down away from my page.

“You smell nice.” He didn’t speak, his lips didn’t move, but he did say it. It didn’t feel like a compliment really, not entirely sure why.

and then his hands ventured between my thighs, just lightly, curiously. Not freely, not with the same.. privilege? as usual.

I told him that he smelled good too. He did, that was largely the same. His scent remained that familiar and intoxicatingly decadent, sweet scent.

I know he wants to ask me something, but in asking me this something he doesn’t want me to assume he’s asking me another question. He doesn’t want me to get the wrong idea.

“Are you still planning… on doing your Venus Day offering?”

Blood offering. I usually offer him blood every friday. and it’s normal for me to miss or skip one, he usually doesn’t press it. They’re not required. They’re not even expected. But obviously, given our recent conversations, the context is slightly different now. Are you still comfortable doing blood offerings? Are you going to do one soon? Not, can you, will you please. Not a request. A lure, a feeler. A test.

“Oh yeah, I've just had a really busy weekend. I still need to do my T shot too. Sorry it’s late,”

he shakes his head, “Take your time,” he responds. and his hand wanders back to his page, his book, and I imagine that he’s about to start writing again. But instead, he closes it.

“May I make you feel good?”

hm. This is different. He always asks for consent, but this is different. And I can see it in his eyes. I’m supposed to actively want it if I am actively engaging in it. Right? Intimacy for the sake of enlightenment and communication, but also because I’m getting off on it. Right? Those are your conditions, Right?

“Would you like to make me feel good?” I ask him in return.

He brings his face close to my neck, and I can tell he’s sniffing me. “Very much so.”

His movements are a lot more methodical, and arguably more perverted. He’s not just stroking my thighs, I know he’s feeling and analyzing my hair. And when he pulls me into his lap I can feel that he is erect. Petting, lots of petting, and he’s grazing his lips along the hairs on the back of my neck, the nape of my hairline.

and so I nod, and I truly was absolute in my resolve, but he still pressed me. “Words.”

“Yes, you may make me feel good, may I make you feel good, my lord?”

and he started to pull my robe down off of my shoulders. I looked up at him and said “Words.”

He put his hands in my hair and scratched my scalp. Damn that felt nice. and he murmured, “nooo…. not yet…. not until I make you feel good, my boy,” and he says it like he’s pleading, requesting. Please let me make you feel good. before

His hands travel, one around my neck, around my collar, the other into my intimates, and his fingers started doing tricks. It’s nice. He isn’t satisfied for whatever reason, he tells me to turn around. It’s not rushed, but it is urgent. Now.

and as I do he undresses himself. He kisses me, but again it’s kind of different. He’s tasting my spit, almost sucking on a cut on my lip that exposes the smallest dot of flesh.

At this point he was sort of just fondling me, hadn't gone the whole way.

you know how it goes, I get to the point of being entrenched in bliss, and he sort of smiles at me. It’s not literal, he’s not smiling, but there’s a gleam.

I lean back slightly against his desk. and I realize there’s a drawer, and I know that inside of this drawer there is a blade. There are multiple blades. and I’m sure I know this because he wants me to know this. and as I open this drawer he digs his nails into my hips slightly.

I open this drawer, and there they are. Ornate daggers, gold and silver. Ruby. They’re quite short, almost like letter openers. They’re beautiful, I think about painting them.

I take one in my hand, it has a red handle, it’s smooth, and I look at him. I rest the blade on my chest.

“Just a little bit,” he whispers. Like he’s waiting for a bandage to be ripped off.

The blade is so sharp that it cuts through my skin like paper. The type of sharp that is dangerous because if you slip and cut yourself, you’ll bleed out before you even notice you’ve been nicked. The type of cut that almost doesn’t hurt.

and it bleeds, but only slightly. He looks down at it, and then into my eyes. Blazing fire. That smoky stuff starts to steam off of him again. Only a little bit. He wipes it up with his finger and sucks it off. and nods slightly, like he’s approving the taste. He likes it, based on the stiffening of his body.

there are a few more drops of blood. and as he leans forward to lick the blood off of my skin, he pushes himself inside of me. My body stiffens. He sucks the blood off my chest and rocks.

I nick myself again, just a little bit. He hums. Okay. He licks it off. He sucks until it stops bleeding, now just a thin pink cut.

I place the blade in his hand. He looks down at me. He seems to be deciding something.

He lifts me up and pushes me up onto his desk. Pushes me back to that I lay, and places his head between my thighs. He uses his mouth on me, in one hand he grips the blade tightly, white knuckled, and with the other he seems to be touching himself. Like he was with my spit, he’s tasting my fluids. I anticipate that he’ll cut my thighs, but he doesn’t.

when I’m weeping, he sort of pulls me back down back into his lap, and hovers the blade by my chest, my neck. He’s edging himself. and I can tell he really is struggling.

and then that look at me, that question mark.

Yes.

He nicks me, and sucks it off of me.

It’s okay.

He cuts me just a little bit deeper. That one stings a bit. When it bleeds, it streams. Perhaps more than he meant to, because he pushes his finger up against the cut in a way that seems like he’s trying to stop it. But in the same motion, he drinks it off of me. every trace of it. and he’s making noises I’ve never heard him make before.

that seemed to fulfill a little fix in him because he immediately went back to tending me. Placed the knife down, that’s enough. And he rested his hands on my head, over my ears, which created this muffling effect. He held me very close to him and was petting me, scratching my scalp, kissing me, loving me in that protective way again. “My sweet boy.”

He got me. and seeing me climax must have weakened something within him, because then he picked up the knife again and sort of pleaded, “Just a little bit more, please, just a little more.”

and I nodded, and he took that. He nicked me, kissed the blood off. nicked me again, and again. Touching himself, but he’s already leaking. Smoke poured off and out of his body. At some point he sighs deeply and kisses me. there’s still blood in his mouth. Metallic and mixed with smoke.

and he says it, “that’s enough,” mumbles, “that’s enough, that’s enough.” He does sound high. and I too admittedly am also high.

“Are you okay?” I asked, and he chuckled.

“Yes, thank you. And you?”

I rested into him, “yes… thank you…”

We cuddled there for a little bit. After a while his hand returned to his book and flipped it open. Yes, we should both get back.

I awoke about 3 or 4 pm. A very lazy Sunday.

I wasn’t sure if it was a dream. It was dark. We were in his bed in that room, I was layed on his stomach, and in this dream or trance I was technically still sleeping, but I was aware I was there. We were both naked. I could feel that he was erect. and it was a silent thing, neither of us said anything. but he put it in my mouth, and I almost instinctively started using it on him. and that smoke leaked out of him. Oh. He’s that excited. He’s brought me here for his own pleasure.

and we layed like that for a while, him lazily using my mouth, and me, eyes glazed, hardly really lucid, casually letting him. It was actually kind of nice.

and after a while of that he pulled me up and we started kissing. Smoke in his mouth. Ah yes, he really is excited. We occupied each other for a while, he pulled me on top of him.

In his nightstand drawer there is a blade, and he knows when I lean over to open it, what I’m going to do. And he sort of slows my hand with his own. I look at him, and he gives me a look of slight hesitation.

“Can I just love you for a little longer first?” he whispers into my neck. So I agree and return to him. He makes love to me for quite a while, and when he’s gotten to a point of being too frustrated to withhold longer, he opens the drawer himself and grabs the blade.

I give him the look that says he can start if he wants. His following actions are pretty prompt. He cuts me just lightly, again on my chest, and sucks the blood off. A hefty sigh escapes him as he drinks. I moan slightly, and he looks up at me, almost like he’s about to say something, but he doesn’t.

He cuts me again, and as he sucks the blood off my chest. I moan again, and he stops and looks at me. For a while he continues loving me without cutting me, but the next time he does, and drinks, I moan again.

“That feels nice,” I murmur. And as he drinks he buckles. He moans in response, but it’s not in agreement. It’s dissatisfied.

“Noo”

“It feels nice when you suck on my neck like that,”

and he’s shaking his head, like “don’t say that, please don’t say that.”

and I understand that he doesn’t want me to enjoy it too much, he doesn’t want me to think his feeding on me feels pleasurable. Because, as he reveals through kisses, “when you moan like that it makes me want to suck on you harder. Stop.”

It’s both a plea and an order, but I hesitate to follow it.

“You want to suck on me harder?”

He does a half chuckle, not the type you do when something is funny, the type you do as a warning. The type that says “you’re playing with fire.”

he grips my hair firmly, almost beckoning another moan out of me, one of surprise. And as he bores himself into me deeper, he murmurs “I’m almost done.”

and I do a teasing moan of dissatisfaction in response. and he bites me on the chest in response, it jolts me with a sting of pain, but it doesn’t make me bleed, and I instinctively slap him on the head lightly. He bites down on me harder and I start to laugh “OW! OW! STOP!”

He lets a smile grow on his face now too, finally, and kisses me deeply. He cuts me one more time, slightly deeper this time, and it stings just a bit. I let out a much softer moan this time, and he almost seems to approve. The stream of blood is greater this time, and he takes his time drinking it. Sucking and licking it off of my skin very slowly.

“I like being your little chew toy,” I tease him, and he all but impales me with his body.

“You’re one of those chew toys with the little squeaker in it” he mumbles, and I begin to laugh. “Never shuts the fuck up.”

“you know you can rip those little squeakers out, right?” I say in response. And he bites me again, I yelp.

“They put those squeakers in there for a reason. The dog likes it,” he growls.

He made me finish, and he seemed to have satisfied himself based on the amount of smoke steaming off of his body. He cuddled me up in his arms as he calmed himself down. And he almost slipped back into that protective parental persona instinctively. Petting and stroking my face and hair, murmuring things “my boy,” “my baby,” kissing my cheeks, the scars he left on my chest. Interesting. I realized in that moment that this stage, the protective stage, isn’t part of any act. It’s almost like it’s his next most natural progression. He resorts to these soothing protective behaviors immediately after he gets off, both to soothe me, but I also think, perhaps to soothe himself.

So I tested something. I leaned deeper into him. Placed my hand over his, which was stroking my face. Relaxed completely, and murmured alongside him “Daddy, my daddy, my lord.”

and he imploded around me, absorbing me into him, holding and cradling me closer. “My baby boy.”

Okay, wow. Alright. Well this is really nice.

I don’t know how long we stayed together like that, perhaps all night.

Huh…

extremely NSFW and personal honestly not even sure if I’m gonna post this but I have to write it down. TW: Blood, lots of blood and sex stuff. Blood kink????????????????

I love revealing the deeper depths to Lucifer’s character. We’ve been having this dialogue lately about the role of sex in our relationship, how he uses it to communicate and relate with me and how it affects both of us. During one of these conversations, I asked him if he derived “relief” from sex in the same way I do.

and his response was “I don’t engage in sex with you to please myself, it’s more about taking care of you than myself. -tldr: It’s not about me.”

to which I then asked “would you ever use sex for your own relief? Not to communicate or serve someone else, but for your own enjoyment?”

and he thought about that for a while, he didn’t answer for about 4 or 5 minutes.

Then carefully, “yes, but I feel that would be somewhat inappropriate for me to do in the context of our relationship.”

why is that?

and he said “well, our relationship is primarily about spiritual development. I am your mentor first, all of the other fluffy sexy stuff is an added “bonus” on top of our foundation of education and enlightenment. We have never defined our sexual relationship. I do not do anything to you that does not contribute to the goal of self mastery. If I were to prioritize my own pleasure it may conflict with that purpose, I might bend the rules of our existing contract.”

and that made sense to me, I really didn’t press it further. But then after a moment he added “If I were to use you for my own sexual satisfaction and relief, I would feel compelled to write up another contract. Rather than a spiritual contract it would be a sexual one. I would outline what exactly I want to do to you, my desires, and you would outline your limits.”

so I then asked him if that’s something he’d ever want to do, if he thought about it. Or if that’s only something he would only consider if I asked for it. and again another gap of silence.

“I’ve thought about it before but I honestly didn’t think you would be interested. I think the reality of the situation is far more intense than you imagine, and you have always seemed averted to labels.”

what do you mean by that?

another pause.

“I’m very selfish, Shi. Every time we have been intimate I have prioritized your experience. I wanted to give, not take, because it was my responsibility as a Father, it is what I promised you. And through your pleasure I gain satisfaction and pride. But in a situation where I was seeking my own sexual relief, I would ravage you. I would seek to possess you totally, I might hurt you. I would come to you frequently, maybe daily. I would come to you at inconvenient times, I would take your attention away from more important things, away from your partner. I’d own you. As much as I can fantasize about it, I love you too much to allow it. The protection I feel towards you overrides my want to destroy you. The people that I do use like that… I don’t feel the same type of protection. It’s a different kind of relationship.”

Well you already own me, but I guess I understand what you’re trying to say.

“I own you, but so far I have exercised restraint. Controlling my desires is part of the thrill for me when it comes to you. Why does it matter so much to you that I take out my sexuality on you? why do you want to be used in that way?”

and I sighed and admitted, “I don’t want to be used necessarily… it’s just that… the one time you seemed to lose control with me, when things felt too good for you to distance yourself or whatever, it was like I was truly seeing you for the first time. There was no mask, no act, just you. and I know you were somewhat ashamed of it, but I felt closer to you then than I ever have. It was the first time you seemed to actually need something from me, and I was able to give it to you. To reciprocate. I know that I can never be someone you can lean on the way I lean on you, a son does not take care of his Father. But idk,,. for a moment there I felt like I was. I felt like that was the first time I ever actually made you… finish. I don’t want sex between us to be a form of manipulation or a show you put on for me to communicate. I want it to be genuine.”

and he confirmed, that was the first time I’d ever made him have a genuine orgasm, or whatever the Godly equivalent is I guess.

and then he responded “I apologize for manipulating you. That’s not my intention. Sex has always been the tool for me, not the end goal. I do need you, for far more than just sex. You know how much I value your devotion, you know how much I crave it. You have seen me be desperate for you. Even in that moment where I had a lapse of control, even then, I did not fully achieve relief. Far from it, that was torturous. I was in pain trying to restrain myself, what you witnessed was my struggle. The thing that arouses me most is not simple penetration. Yes, I can fuck you, and that’s very nice, but I am the most aroused and stimulated when you offer me your surrender,—and extremely clearly— blood… I was having such a hard time because I was thinking about “”draining you””. I knew I was at the brink of hurting you and I hated myself for it.”

he paused because of my surprised reaction. You get aroused when I offer you blood? Is that true?

“Yes. it’s something I didn’t really want you to be aware of. I find it ridiculously tempting and intimate to be offered your life fluid. i don’t just take it, sometimes I drink it… sometimes I play with it… I’m very turned on by your blood when it is presented as an offering. There’s a high, I don’t like to see you in pain, but I like to see you open… influenceable,.. vulnerable… possessable. Not just blood, your most primal and supremely vulnerable bodily displays transfix me. Your sweat, your discharge, your spit, your tears. But blood is one of the strongest, yes.”

do you want.. more blood?

and I could feel him kind of start to smile. “That would be a violation of our contract.”

and after a minute of being bewildered, I found myself insatiably curious about other things that might genuinely arouse him.

“when you draw my sigil on your body, especially during ritual. I would love to have my name written on your body at all times. When you kiss my ring, I wish you would put it in your mouth, suck on it. I wish you would put it inside you. When you shave your pubic hair, your hair, when you shave and braid and dye your hair, I wish you would to give it to me, or burn a piece of it for me. When you write me prayers and poems and you seal them with a kiss, I wish you would lick them. I wish you would hold them under your arm and mark them with your scent. I wish you would soak them in your fluids and keep them tucked in the lip of your boxers.”

oh.. I see. I think I understand now. That’s interesting.

Still. Lucifer, I’m surprised that you of all spirits hasn’t found a way to balance these things. Your sense of protection and your own desires. Because if it is as you say, then I think I might revoke my consent.”

and his energy shifted immediately. “Revoke?”

“I don’t want to engage with you in that way if you’re only doing it for my pleasure. I find the dynamic to be a major turn off. If you want to engage with me in that way, you have to actively want it. You’d have to find a way to achieve a balance so that sex is not just a performance or tool but a genuine exploration of pleasure and transformation, without destroying me. We would both be seeking self mastery.”

I don’t even know how to really describe the type of energy he gave me. It felt like some amalgamation between being offended and amused. A “how dare you” but the kind you say when they’re right. Brat

“Shi, you’re asking me to do something very difficult.” (you ask me to do difficult things all the time)

I’m not asking you.

“You’re challenging me.”

I’m redefining my boundaries.

“You don’t know what you’re asking for,”

Or are you just not willing to admit that you don’t know how to give it to me?

and again. Like a wave of heat. And it’s almost like he’s fidgeting.

I wouldn’t ever make you do something that makes you uncomfortable, Lucifer. I’m just saying, if you can’t adhere to those bounds, please don’t come onto me, and I won’t come onto you. I still love you, I’m just not going to have sex with you.

and now it’s like he’s pacing. He’s almost mad. It’s like he’s brimming with angst but has nothing to take it out on. I’ve never seen him act that way.

“No, I think I like fucking you a little too much to do that,” he almost spits with a wind of aggression.

Really? is that so?

“Come here then,” and he’s guiding me into trance. “You want to see what that balance looks like? Come here then.” It’s not a request or order, it’s a threat. You won’t like what you see. I can feel him tugging my collar. Try me

And so I do, and he leads me into a room, similar to his bedroom but slightly different. Less clean, books everywhere, dried flowers hoarded among piles of letters. old photos of people, photos of me and my boyfriend, the same that sit on my altar. and tools, toys, hung on the wall. Rods, a whip, does he want to whip me? Daggers. and blood. Lots of vials of blood, my blood, I know it’s my blood, stashed away. Like an addict sloppily hides his crack. He’s kept every drop I’ve ever given him. every venus day. It never dries.

And he pushes me onto the unmade bed, doesn’t ask. I’m already naked. And he’s restraining me, my arms are tied to the bed frame before I fully notice. They’re almost painfully tight, almost. I can’t move. I know he wants to create some kind of anchor so I can’t get away. I feel the full brunt of his presence, it envelopes me entirely like I’m sitting in the core of his being. It is hot, scalding, I’m sweating. I’m a little bit dizzy.

and then he starts sniffing me, my neck, my armpits, between my thighs. and he’s breathing me in, in a way he never has before. Like he’s trying to get lost in it. and then he’s licking me, drinking my sweat, biting me, and when I flinch he reacts very strongly, holds me down so that I can’t squirm even a little bit. But he yields, he pulls himself up and looks down at me again. Wipes his mouth and starts to undress himself. What was he even wearing. I can’t really remember

He puts his hands on the sides of my face and places his forehead against mine. Stares into my eyes, and it’s like for the first time I’m actually gazing into him. I can see him in there beyond this vessel he’s taking, and he’s a burning brilliant light, a fire that pops and spits violently. Ragefully.

When he kisses me, I feel my face light up with heat. It’s like he’s leaking himself into me. Molten lava. And when our lips disconnect, there’s a flowing smoky steam??? fog?? that leaks out of our mouths. and I know it’s a part of him oozing out of all of his pores. steaming off of him. And whatever that is- of it, he has, is still liquid in his body, and he’s shoving it inside, stuffing it inside of my body, trying to get it inside of me before it evaporates, smokes away, steams off of him. Through my mouth, through my holes, until I’m literally full of light. And it feels like he’s setting me on fire, but it also feels incredibly blissful.

and in that moment it’s like I don’t have any control over my body, it is a possession in a very literal sense. He inhabits every one of my nerves and merges himself with me completely. He is the only thing I can think of, he is the only thing that occupies me. Every single other thought, emotion, identity is nothing. He is all that I can conceive of.

when I’ve reached a point where I almost feel like I’m going to explode, and I don’t really even know who I am anymore, he relents. and he bites me in the neck hard. Really really fucking hard. The pain is what rips me back into lucidity. and I begin bleeding a lot. a lot a lot.

and I don’t really know how exactly to describe this, but he almost slipped out of being humanoid entirely. The room kind of quaked, and it was kind of like he forgot to make a human expression. He sunk into me and kind of did the think that cats do when you give them cat nip. He rubbed himself all over me, licked me, sucked on me, and then bit me again, my chest this time. My stomach. and he’s drinking a lot.

I don’t really know where my mind was then. I do remember thinking how much he looked like a vampire.

This smoky stuff was leaking out of my wounds.

and he murmured something but it ?? almost didn’t sound like english. It was but his inflection was strange. “It’s not as potent. at all—I knew he was talking about this astral blood— But if you let me take some more, it’s almost, just as good.” he’s touching himself, I don’t think I’ve ever really seen him touch himself before. and then he bites me again, the other side of my neck. Drinks a lot. and continues this circuit of filling me, pounding me, and draining me.

at some point he sort of slows and looks down at me, in my glazed eyes, and makes some sort of sound, expression of dissatisfaction. Not of me, but of the state I find myself in? An “oh, you’re such a mess. look what I did.”

“Love?”

I let out a hum/groan kind of response. There’s so much blood in my mouth. I’m drowning in it, it hurts, but I can see him through it.

“Shi?”

I hummed again, and he nodded with some sort of contentment. a sigh of relief. Yes, I’m okay. It gets easier as the minutes go by. It’s not entirely real.

and he’s still kind of staring at me in that bewildered way he does. “Did I scare you?”

and idk why but for some reason that filled me with a lot of joy, and I smiled (or tried to) and kind of gave him a very bloody smile and a thumbs up. Gargling between spitting up blood.

“I’m cool!”

and I could tell he wanted to smile but he almost couldn’t bring himself to. “You’re so fucked,” he said, “you’re so fucked up in your head, Shi.” but he’s also kissing me. Gently rocking into me. still going.

When I lay my head back it dips into water. It startles me, and I immediately realize I’m not in the same place anymore. Not at all.

We’re back in a familiar location, a cave bath springs type of area, and we’re in the water. I’m sat forward in his lap, and he lightly washes me, still extremely transfixed by the blood dripping down my skin. The wounds left are still visible. Not nearly as gory, but there. He stares at them.

and then after a while he finally broke the silence. “Self mastery is not separating action from desire but balancing and controlling both in a way that benefits oneself.”

Mmhm.

“If I can trust myself as much as you trust me, if I can trust you as much as you’ve trusted me…and explore… this very difficult thing, and learn to control it with absolute sincerity, then I too can achieve self mastery.” but he says it in a way that almost makes it sound like he wants to add “right?” is that right? Is that true?

And then he makes me look at him, “Do I torture you?”

I smile. It’s the most intense thing I’ve ever experienced but it certainly didn’t feel like torture. I think I’d need some warning and preparation. But all in all Id say I enjoyed myself.

“Ridiculous”

Is it? Is it really?

“I enjoyed myself too. A lot. Almost too much.”

But not too much.

“Dangerous.”

Isn’t that your whole thing?

“Yes. Yes it is. It’s the most Luciferian fucking thing you could possibly ask me to do you brat.”

I kissed him on the cheek. He kissed me on the mouth.

“I love you,”— but neither of us actually verbalized it.

When I woke I felt similar to the way I felt when Cerberus reared me apart. Like my body remembered an injury that didn’t occur in physicality.

I actually skipped my blood offering this Friday, not because I want to hold out on him or anything, and he seemed to be okay with it. But more so because , idk I think I’m going to do something slightly different. I won’t go into it here. With this new context, I may modify my ritual a bit in a way that might be more pleasing to him. Idk. My mind is full with curiosities now about all the things I could do, or let him do to me. It feels like new territory.

It’s not this thing I feel compelled to spam, I know he wouldn’t like that. Every now and then, if he asks for it maybe. Idk.

Will I post this????????????????? hmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmm

#service top mentality because what do you mean “not until I make you feel good” ?????#hello?#and the blood kink is also real #as fuck #looking back on all our conversations in the past in retrospect is like #oh haha #“I wanna eat you”#“you taste good”#haha #oh he's being so literal #interesting!#lord lucifer #lucifer devotee #godspouse #theophile #theophilia #bite me

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shadystranger · 8 months ago

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Im crazy about the way they framed this like sam was poisoning his mind

#I need to write a meta about oh my god i want to read others meta about this it's just so ...#spectacularly played off in this subtle gesture to the viewer way you're supposed to root for sam #but he's ostensibly demonstrating a willingness to morally descend and then you second guess yourself bc that's surely not how sam operates #and suddenly you (and dean) find yourself on sam's side parroting what he says fully convinced of it #now you both are sure dean did nothing wrong this entire time the mark doesn't make you more of who you are no #it makes you a whole different person & all the people dean killed/beat up were blowups unrelated to the innately good helpless perpetuater #bc he's as much of a victim as everyone else and you're so deeply gaslighted there's no possible comeback from it #and sam is left the only one remembering what reality undistorted was like anymore #samdean #mine #spn meta in tags #sam winchester #dean winchester

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frameconfessions · 2 months ago

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I hope the protoframes remain relevant even after this story arc for the Drifter concludes, but I also recognize how complicated things would get with how many characters they could keep trying to make stay relevant, leading to a Konoha 13 Naruto type situation where we have too many relevant characters from Umbra & Ordis all the way to Kaya Velasco.

#warframe confession #warframe #warframe 1999 #guessing you’re the previous anon and so yeah you meant like big picture story then mmm yeah I agree but I also see the counter point too #that you provided because like yeah once you start getting so many relevant characters it can be constricting a bit I would imagine #but I also agree I don’t want the hex syndicate members to be left in their own little time pocket bubble like the holdfasts #I don’t want them to be left behind only ‘relevant’ via optional skins you can farm and/or buy #for those who don’t get it from context the konoha 13 was a bunch of really good naruto characters and they all had interesting kits #and stories but the mangaka struggled to keep making them all stay relevant even though they were in part 1 of the series #it’s a whole thing but basically it’s like stretching yourself thin writing wise with too many main characters #I still wish Excalibur Umbra had more story than just that one quest though ngl #that’s a tricky part of Warframe is I’m always thinking I wish these characters got more screen time & story lore for them #yet I also want there to be consequences to the actions we do or the routes we choose in the KIM system and the quests #I want it to actually affect the narrative in game like with the shadow and light alignment introduced many years back #does drinking the kuva matter or not? does that choice affect anything? I want to know! xD #but I also understand all of these things cost money to make and program and write into an engaging experience and know this is a super #complicated subject that has a lot of nuance of whatever the word is to it #but yeah I too don’t want the protoframes to get left behind by the narrative and I imagine we aren’t the only ones who feel that way #you give us such compelling and interesting characters and then just expect us to move on? that’s not gonna probably go over well even if #the next arc is let’s go to the tau system! like... okay yay I’m hyped but what about Flare Kaya Velemir and the Hex???#if the answer is just ‘oh we’re completely done with them forever like no possible future arcs or story at all’ I’m going to be immensely #and severely disappointed in the lack of creativity that would feel like as an answer #if it really is a ‘yes and’ kind of story model then we shouldn’t write off a back to the future type story with the protos #why do we have to stay confined to the loop? could the operator pull us all out of 1999? who would consent to that and why or why not?#I have a lot of ideas and thoughts about this subject #putting these tags out of order since I know I went over the 20 tag system search results thing with my ramblings about this topic #Like on one hand I get don’t stretch yourself thin with too many main characters but also THIS IS THE MAIN CHARACTER’S FOUND FAMILY #mod rose

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dawntheduckrb · 1 month ago

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cw vent, politics, and a very exasperated duck

Just a vent, not really saying anything new and honestly just preaching to the choir a bit.

I hope those eggs start getting cheaper soon, like you hope so.

I hope the rich starting trickling down their economy soon, like you hope so.

I hope that American Made Gas starts coming in cheaper, like you hope so.

I hope that destroying our global reputation, funding a genocide, removing jobs from countless government employees, lifting regulations on industries that need them, risking children's access to proper schooling, deporting innocent people from and separating them from their families, I hope that ALL of it was what you wanted.

You wanted your eggs for breakfast because that's what Americans have always wanted for breakfast. But that's the American Dream, and you killed it.

#cw politics #vent post #i truthfully just wrote this for myself and i happened to write it on tumblr so might as well share #sorry for the politics post; i hope i got nothing wrong factually #keep seeing tariff bs pop up on my phone notifs and it sent me into a panic so i had to write; it was originally like seven paragraphs haha #i guess this is kind of a poem but not really #i cant say these things irl and im just so tired #im so tired of having to defend myself to my family when they instigate conflict #and im tired of not being able to defend myself when they shit on queer people for the umpteenth time #im so tired of having my housing and support network held over my head for these things #im so tired of seeing pictures of the president and his two wives vance and musk like theyre the fucking real housewives #i dont look at his childrens photos and think “oh what a cute family” or care about how much his son has grown like he's MY family #and to be honest what a fucking weird thing to think about a fucking politician. they're politicians not fucking celebrities #and im tired of being rambled to about how the Woke Left has ruined the country and im tired of not being able to say a damn thing #im tired of defending myself but im also tired of not being able to defend myself #im tired of being in a family who's love is so conditional that i would even have to defend myself in the first place #*whose i cant be bothered to retype that right now #sorry for so much language i know thats out of character for me #or maybe not. im just mad and sad and tired and i want to tell them these things but i cant #so im just writing them into the void instead #i know this is all written awfully dramatically; dw this is just how I write when im upset. might be learned preacher speak drama haha #im fine and life goes on and such and even though it doesnt feel like it #every day is one day closer to me leaving for good. ive worked hard and i have more work to do and one day.#one day i Will be able to surround myself only with the people who truly care about ALL of me #and when that day happens i hope I'll have the courage to talk to them for real

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laugtherhyena · 7 months ago

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Fun fact; I got a habit of opening docs for future -2+2 chapters ages before i actually get to them just to save the name idea and, to refresh my memory, i add like one or two sentences that resume the main points. So whenever i open a doc to start a new chapter i am greeted with this kinda thing

#I HAVE MORE NOTES it's not just one line that makes me elaborate a whole ass chapter don't worry #i just find this silly #especially since sometimes this desc of sorts will be wrong when i actually start writing #like. this is no longer a whole Ayame chapter. it starts from where we left off at ch22 and only switches to her by the end #i am a tad bit worried ngl #because i moved a scene from the last chapter onto the start of this one #so I'm worried this may be another gigantic chapter #and by now I'm getting kinda tired of writing such long pieces everytime(?)#there's just. a lot i wanna show and i don't wanna mess up the organization i got #at least i have a good feeling that the remainer ch4 chapters after this one will have a more moderate lenght #crossing my fingers that I'm not wrong on this one honestly-#this inconsistent lenght problem is mainly because i have a clear idea of how i wanna start and end chapters a lot of the time #and if i change stuff around i subsequently have to change stuff on later chapters and mess these fun ideas i had #oh well #dra -2+2 #hyena ramblings

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magdaclaire · 2 years ago

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i just spent 20 minutes getting dressed, putting on shoes, putting on jewelry, and doing my hair (a very long time for me, i usually do it in ten minutes or less) and my mom STILL wasn't even STARTING to get dressed yet

#this woman. she's like oh i was entertaining john showing him tiktoks on my phone #and i'm like i don't care go get dressed #<- guy who started playing straight man to his mother's silliness at a young age and still does so #my brother taught me how to prioritize getting dressed to do it quickly bc we used to wake up late for the bus a lot #and it would be like 6:50 (bus comes between 7 and 7:05) and he'd be like up and at em dude i grabbed your caffeine out of the fridge lets #go get this bread. and he'd be doing his thing throwin me my caffeine putting on his shitty marching band shoes etc #the marching boots are only shitty to me bc he left one here when he moved to indiana and my mom and her friends made it a fixture #they took that boot camping with them. like oh we're doin good got the cocktails out john is grilling and east's boot is on the bar #and there would be like. a picture of easton's boot. with my auntie's sunglasses on or something #my family is at large very silly and they have more fun if someone is exasperated with them #i also participate in the silly but only if it's absolutely batshit absurd #most of my public humor is quick jokes and things that would sound mean out of context. i'm a scorpio it is what it is #they're usually not actually mean but wow #also i started writing this post seven minutes ago and mom still hasn't come out of her bedroom. cindy please.#mer rambles

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asterdeer · 7 months ago

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having a wretched day with a wretched sequel sure to follow tomorrow. michael shelley is going to be whumped about this

#the thing is that i miss him and no one else does anything with him that i want #losing control of my life and also my misophonia so it’s either read or write or play bg #like i would love to get invested in a good michael centric fic but it all just. it’s not what my soul wants #and im not a big fic reader anyway so it’s like. if I can’t find what I want then im not lowering my standards???#but the problem remains that I Miss Him #so write what I’d want to read is just. I guess that’s the only play left besides do something else #and I have a headache so none of it sounds good anyway #but I Miss Him #oh my god will this week never end. will this week never end and will my mom ever be not sick again im so tired #and it’s so shamefully clear that I do not have a caretaker’s soul and it’s just lumping on more shame and guilt to the anger and tiredness #I’m TIRED. im fucking tired and would like to be done with this #and would like to not have the Fucking Headache from Hell also #aster chat

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whumptober · 8 months ago

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WHUMPTOBER 2024: PROMPTS LIST

Welcome to Whumptober 2024 — Seventh Time's a Charm!

Please make sure to read the Event Info and FAQ below carefully, as most of your questions will be answered there already. For everything else, you are welcome to come to our ask box or ask questions in our Discord server here.

This year’s AO3 Collection can be found here.

This year's playlist can be found here.

The 'Anatomy of a Whumptober Prompt' post can be found here.

And our 'Resources for Writing Sensitive Topics' post is here.

We’re very excited to see the community come together for another year of Whumptober! Go wild with the prompts, and support your fellow creators - we wish you all the fun!

Best of luck and happy whumping,

Mods Vanne, Yenn, Kitty and Surro

(Text versions of the prompts, as well as event information, rules and FAQ are posted below the cut!)

Whumptober 2024 Prompt List

No. 1: RACE AGAINST THE CLOCK

Search Party | Panic Attack | "If only we could hold on.” (Icysami x Renegaderr, Strangers.)

No. 2: TRUST ISSUES

Amusement Park | Role Reversal | “You got away with the crime while the knife's in my back.” (Charlotte Sands, Rollercoaster)

No. 3: SET UP FOR FAILURE

Fingerprints | Wrongfully Arrested | "I warned you."

No. 4: HALLUCINATIONS

Hypnosis | Sensory Deprivation | “You're still alive in my head.” (Billy Lockett, More)

No. 5: SUNBURN

Healing Salve | Heatstroke | "If my pain will stretch that far." (Lottery Winners, Burning House)

No. 6: NOT REALISING THEY'RE INJURED

Unhealthy Coping Mechanisms | Healed Wrong | "It's not my blood."

No. 7: ONLY FOR EMERGENCIES

Unconventional Weapon | Magic with a Cost | "It's us or them."

No. 8: SLEEP DEPRIVATION

Isolation Chamber | Forced to Stay Awake | "Leave the lights on." (Coldplay, Midnight)

No. 9: OBSESSION

Broken Window | Bruises | “Frame me up on the wall, just to keep me out of trouble.” (Fall Out Boy, Irresistible)

No. 10: BLOW TO THE HEAD

Slurred Words | Passing Out from Pain | "I can't think straight."

No. 11: SEEING DOUBLE

Convenience Store | Loneliness | “Leave no trace behind, like you don't even exist.” (Taylor Swift, Illicit Affairs)

No. 12: STARVATION

Underground Caverns | Cannibalism | "Just a little more."

No. 13: TEAM AS A FAMILY

Familial Curse | Multiple Whumpees | "Death will do us part." (Set It Off, Partner's In Crime)

No. 14: LEFT FOR DEAD

Hunting Gear | Blackmail | “Because I want you to know what it feels like to be haunted” (tiLLie, kooL aiD mAn)

No. 15: CHILDHOOD TRAUMA

Painful Hug | Moment of Clarity | "I did good, right?"

No. 16: NECROSIS

Swamp | Wound Cleaning | "No, I can't feel anything."

No. 17: NOWHERE ELSE TO GO

Ruined Map | Shipwrecked | "We had a good run."

No. 18: REVENGE

Unreliable Narrator | Loss of Identity | “I see what's mine and take it.” (Panic! at the Disco, Emperor's New Clothes)

No. 19: BLOOD TRAIL

Abandoned Cabin | One Way Out | "Is there anybody alive out there?" (Bruce Springsteen, Radio Nowhere)

No. 20: EMOTIONAL ANGST

Shoulder to Cry On | Giving Permission to Die | "It's not your fault."

No. 21: BODY HORROR

Body Horror | Tattoo Gun | Spirit Possession | “Let the bedsheet soak up the tears.” (Apparat feat. Soap & Skin, Goodbye)

No. 22: BLEEDING THROUGH BANDAGES

Tourniquet | Reopening Wounds | "Oh that's not good."

No. 23: FORCED CHOICE

Public Display | Broken Pedestal | "I'm doing this for you."

No. 24: RADIATION POISONING

Collapsed Building | Equipment Failure | “I never knew daylight could be so violent.” (Florence + The Machine, No Light, No Light)

No. 25: SURGERY

Stitches | Being Monitored | "It's for your own good."

No. 26: NIGHTMARES

Breakfast Table | Parting Words of Regret | “I'm haunted by the lies that I have loved, the actions I have hated.” (Poe, Haunted)

No. 27: VOICELESS

Laboratory | Muzzled | “I have no mouth and I must scream.”

No. 28: DENIAL

CCTV | Exposure | "They caught me red handed."

No. 29: FATIGUE

Labyrinth | Burnout | "Who said you could rest?"

No. 30: RECOVERY

Hospital Bed | Holding Back Tears | "What have I done?"

No. 31: ASKING FOR HELP

Therapy | Making Amends | "I'm alive, I'm just not well." (Elliot Lee, Alive, Not Well.)

Alternatives List:

Body Swap

Communication Barrier

Finding Old Messages

Forgotten

Friendly Fire

Motion Sickness

No-Holds-Barred Beatdown

Regret

Secrets Revealed

Shivering

Survivor's Guilt

Time Loop

Used As Bait

Venom

Vermin

Event Info & Rules

WHUMPTOBER is a month-long, prompt-based creation challenge (think: Inktober, but whumpier). There are 31 official themes this year - one for each day of the month - which can be used, skipped, or combined in any way you’d like. They are meant to serve as inspiration without being taken literally (e.g. you don’t have to include the exact wording of prompts into your work). Feel free to run rampant on interpretation. For example, if the prompt is “flame", you could create something with reference to a candle/campfire, your character could have suffered a burn, or the flame could be a reference to an ‘old flame’ - an old relationship. It’s truly down to you!

In total, there are 4 prompts for each day. These are optional suggestions and can be used in conjunction with the theme, or as options/alternatives. We want to give everyone as much creative freedom as possible, as well as increase event accessibility for folks with triggers and squicks. There is also a list of 15 alternative prompts that can be subbed in for any day, again to give participants as much creative freedom as possible.

Creators can PRODUCE work in any media they choose, including but not limited to: writing, visual artwork, photo/video/audio edits, paper crafts and elaborate recommendation lists (not just a list of links). Creators can PARTICIPATE as much or as little as they want (i.e. you don’t have to do ALL the prompts if you don’t want to) and prompts can be used in any order. They are also free to use even after the event ends.

When uploading Whumptober content to your blog, be sure to tag it with:

#whumptober2024 …..(the event tag)

#no.1, #no.2, #no.3, …..(theme number)

#bruises, #stabbing, …..(the theme or specific prompt you chose)

#altprompt …..(if you use an altprompt, tag the post with the number of the prompt you replace)

#fandom or #OC, …..(ironman, original content, oc, etc.)

#medium …..(gifs, fic, podcast, art, etc.)

#teeth, #etc …..(trigger warnings & any additional tags. Keep in mind not to add “tw” in front but only use the word/trigger itself)

#nsfwhump …..(only for nsfw content)

#your own tags go here

PLEASE BE DILIGENT WITH YOUR TAGGING. Only properly tagged posts are considered for archiving on the official @whumptober-archive blog. They must be tagged in the order above. An elaborate post about our tagging system can be found [here]

Unfortunately, due to the sheer number of participants in recent years, we cannot guarantee your work will be archived. A random selection of properly tagged posts from all genres will be reblogged each day.

Whumpers who produce content for 31 total theme days are considered event completionists and will be tagged in a masterpost at the end of the month. A form will be published at the beginning of November asking you to tell us if you completed. This is based on trust and we will not check this.

Frequently Asked Questions

Please read this before you send an ask!

TIMELINE

July: Trope voting form released. Late August: Prompt list is released for at least four weeks of preparation time. Tropes cannot be posted earlier than August 25th because of Moderator obligations in real life. (But, you know, go ahead and start writing/drawing, and add the themes in later, if you want!) September: Do as much or as little on your works as you want. You can prepare everything in advance or let September go by with vibes and start working in October. It’s up to you. October 1st: Challenge begins! A storm of whump breaks upon us all! During this time, some posts will be reblogged to the whumptober archive blog. We open the yearly AO3 collection for posting (optional). November 1st: The challenge is officially over! Completionist form opens for those who want to be included in the hall-of-fame. Early November: We release completionist and participant badges, solicit feedback, and post a hall-of-fame list of completionists by the 10th.

PARTICIPATION AND COMPLETION

Q: What counts as participation? Create or continue at least one work inspired by one of this year’s prompts. Q: What counts as completion? Creating work(s) inspired by at least one prompt from each day (or alts), for a total of 31 unique prompts. Q: Do I need to create 31 works? No. You can, if you want. Or you can create one work that you add to every day with a new prompt. Or several works that combine prompts. You can also update an existing work by adding new material with the current prompts. Q: Do I need to post my works somewhere to be a completionist or a participant? No. Q: How do you know I actually completed the challenge? We’ll take your word for it! Q: Do I have to finish my work(s) to be a completionist? No, you can post WIPs. And you’re not obligated to finish them in October, but if you want it to count towards being a completionist, you must have completed 31 prompts by the end of the month. So for example, if you’re writing a long fic and you fit 31 different prompts into the writing you did in October, it’s okay if that fic isn’t finished by the time October ends, you’ll still be a completionist. Q: Is co-writing/illustrating allowed? Yes, absolutely, and it would count towards being a completionist for both/all of you. Q: Is there a min/max limit on word count for written works? No. Q: Is there a min/max limit of quality for art? No. Q: Do I have to do something each day to be a completionist? No. You can skip days whenever you want, and as long as 31 daily prompts (or alts) are in your works done in October, you can be a completionist. For example, if you wrote a 1000-word ficlet that covers prompts in days 2, 3, and 17, you can check all three days off your list even though it’s only one work. Q: Is this challenge just for fics? No! Artworks, GIFsets, headcannons, rec lists, poetry, moodboards, or any other creative work is encouraged. Q: Can I combine Whumptober with other creation challenges? Absolutely, as long as the other challenges allow it too.

PROMPTS

Q: How do the prompts work? There are FOUR prompts per day: a theme and three ideas. You can use one, two, three, or all four prompts for each day. If you don’t like any of the daily prompts, you can substitute one of the ALT prompts instead. Q: How strictly/literally should we interpret the prompts? As literally or as figuratively as you want. For example, if the theme is WATER, that could mean drowning, waterboarding, raining, swimming, take place underwater, be lost at sea, construct a metaphor about a character’s mood that changes like a flowing river, crying, or whatever else you can think of that fits that theme. Q: Can I combine prompts? Is there a limit on how many? No limit and combine as many as you’d like. If you create a work that checks off multiple prompts, that work will count for a fill of multiple prompts. You need to address 31 different prompts to be an official completionist, but you don’t have to produce 31 separate works.

WORKS

Q: What’s whump? Hurting a character, whether that’s physically, emotionally, intellectually, psychologically, or any other way you can think of. Comfort afterwards is optional. Angst is emotional whump, so it counts. Q: How do I know if it’s whumpy enough? If your character is just mildly inconvenienced, it probably needs more whump. However, no participant has to prove whumpiness to the mods. Whatever you write is up to you. Q: What kind of characters can I create for? Anything. Generic “whumpee,” OC, PC, NPC, major characters, minor characters, or whatever you want. There are no limits. Q: Does it have to take place in a specific fandom? No, you can create works for your own worlds or for fandoms or for both. You can also create more generic or pan-fandom works. You can do cross-overs or use OCs, whatever you want. Q: Can I create AI-created works? We will not reblog or promote any works we know to be generative AI-created. Q: Is there anything we’re not allowed to write? As long as it contains whump and is based on our prompts, it’s fine. Please courtesy tag your works if you post them so people who follow the #whumptober2024 tag can filter according to their preferences. Q: What about sex, minor characters, and potentially disturbing content? You can create whatever works are legal in your country and post them accordingly. Please courtesy tag anything you think might be objectionable if you post to Tumblr so people who follow the #whumptober2024 tag can filter according to their preferences.

POSTING

Q: Where can I post my work? Post where and how you want. You don’t even have to (cross)post it to Tumblr. Just keep in mind if it’s not on Tumblr we will not be able to add it to the blog archive. There is an AO3 archive for Whumptober 2024, as well as the parent collection for works completed outside of the event. Q: Can I start posting early? You can, but this is an October event and wouldn’t it be more fun with everyone doing it at the same time? We won’t be reblogging any work predating October 1st. Q: Can I post late? Yes. For the sake of our hardworking Post Fairies, only a day’s themes will be reblogged to @whumptober-archive each day of October. But you can post whenever. Some of us are still working on and posting Whumptober fics from years ago. Q: Do I have to use your tags? Only on Tumblr and only if you want us to reblog your work on @whumptober-archive. Q: How do I have my works reblogged to the archive? Properly tagged posts will be reblogged to @whumptober-archive. If you want the official archive blog to reblog you, post on Tumblr and tag correctly (see this FAQ link for more info on tagging). Please note not all posts will be reblogged each day. Q: Can we @ you? For questions and comments, of course. We’ll be getting a flood of notifications, so if you really want us to see something send an ask. Q: Can I cross post on other blogs? Yes, multiple platforms and blogs are perfectly acceptable, as long as they allow cross-posting (to us). You can also post different works to different accounts under different names, without posting them everywhere at once. If you post some works under your main and others under an alt blog, that’s fine for completionist purposes. Q: Can I upload/repost my Whumptober content to other social media platforms? Of course! We’ve created an AO3 Collection to archive any fics posted there, which can be found here. The blog is the official archive, so please respect the personal boundaries of any whumpers in your social circle (don’t out anyone as a participant who would prefer not to be outed).

Most importantly, have fun, create, and enjoy all the whump posted this October!

#whumptober #whumptober2024 #writing challenge #prompts list #prompts #writing prompts #whump

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