#onto the Innie Cut!

[dersitesans]

Severance I/O Cut part 3

i think estrogen would solve all Mark's problems

new hire lady is Not having a good time down there, is she? (interested to see what's happening in the other cut)

definitely missing a lot of the story happening Inside, but it's hard for me to tell what part of allonsybadwolf's cut and what's in the original show. The confusion adds to the mystery & anticipation though!

the hell kind of a name is Ricken

"Lumon might be up to something" NO. WHAT. I'M SHOCKED. (sarcastic suprised pikachu face)

the Mrs. Selvig mystery deepens (Petey's implant in a little stalker necklace? why does she sleep in a old hospital bed. Who are the dolls (bald, beard, grey hair- the founder? and Miles O'Brien))

is Grainer her first name? or code name? ("found the signature from the console they used to hack the chip" sci fi ass lingo)

HANG ON. Looking at the Lumon shrine: 🅱️ENEVOLENCE, PROBITY, WILES, "You are my mouth and (hands?), newspaper articles, old timey photograph of founder?, Sims 2 graphics face, bundle of lavender(?), blue tube thing?, hospital ID bracelet (new baby?), School for Girls cert for (Ha)rmony Cobel, tea stained letter, other certificates, blue ribbon, carnival ticket, paper mache masks: ram, jester, Doug Jones Pale Man, anguished Guy,, heart trinket dish?, mini bust, trophy, little bottles, fire hazard candles [I am shaking every member of the Props Department by the hand and congratulating them on a job well done]

nice transition between the dark of the shrine to our Mark's basement

i don't think anyone else lives in this shitty neighborhood, what a waste of resources (even if it's just façades) Why is our Mark so important to get special treatment?

rich people are just Like That (i'm glad they can say fuck in this show)

Mark honey you must have punched someone (and you need to MOISTURIZE. it's WINTER)

oh he's starting to drink water! good for him

what About the Camping Trip, Mark 👁👁

is she using fucking SAFARI (what YEAR is this??)

they had to hire some real kids to pose for these "family photos" huh

Lumon donated to this senator guy's campaign on Severance Is Good, Actually (this is my surprised face 😐)

awww shit Mrs. Selvig with the baby

WHO is this HANDSOME MAN 👀‼️ (and why is the Onboarding guy there)

punk concert awesome

who's this wrinkly old fuck with the square head (looking for Ragabi? idk something about a campus and maintence)

ONE KISS and then they're in bed together?? absolutely baffling

(sounds of a brutal pipe murder) she should be on a horror podcast

noooo not the lesbian boots

fumbling the hottest woman in town, classic disaster wlw move

like they're not going to go through your trash dumbass??

is that doll one of the "for real" ones made for people who have lost a baby? the detail is wild

i sure hope the sister is suspicious of Mrs. Selvig by now

blue and red flannel shirt spotted

babygirl you are manic when ur drunk pls go back to the water

IRVING

he has a ouppy and paints spooky paintings of The Elevator with the goopiest oil i have ever seen

how many times has he mixed up his coffee with paint water

the music cuts help me guess when there's stuff i'm not getting in this part of the story

what's Mrs. Selvig mad about

crisis of faith?

blue tube medical ID tag: Charlotte Cobel, DOB 3-17-44 (hers?)

...what "shop" does Mrs. Selvig work at

very neat using the transition audio glitch noise to flash between characters

"directed by Ben Stiller" like a pie to the face

[0omillo0]

Calling you clingy

Jeongin x reader ;༊๋࣭ angst comfort

Jeongin wasn’t much for skinship and giving much attention—at least, not with most people. But with you, everything was different. He wanted to hold you, to wrap you in his arms when life felt heavy on your shoulders, to make you feel loved and safe. He knew about your past relationship—the one where your ex had made you feel like you were “too much,” had called you clingy whenever you tried to express your need for affection or reassurance.

Jeongin hated that someone had made you feel that way. So with you, he went out of his way to make sure you never felt like a burden. He’d pull you into his arms after a long day, kiss your forehead, and whisper, “I’ve got you.” You were his entire world, and he made sure you knew it.

But even the strongest relationships have their cracks.

It started like any other day. Jeongin had practice with the group, and you had work at your demanding job. He was stressed, but he’d kissed you goodbye that morning, promising to call you when he was free. You went to work feeling warm from the gesture, but as the hours passed, everything began to fall apart.

Your boss had been in a particularly bad mood, snapping at you over trivial mistakes. The girls in the office, who you knew were jealous of your relationship with Jeongin, whispered cruel things behind your back, loud enough for you to hear. By the time the day was over, you were emotionally drained and on the verge of tears.

You wanted nothing more than to call Jeongin. But you hesitated, not wanting to interrupt him at practice. You’d been told you were clingy before; you didn’t want him to think the same.

Jeongin, on the other hand, was having a nightmare of a day. Practice was grueling, and tensions were high among the members. Everyone was snippy, tired, and frustrated. Jeongin was trying to hold it together, but his patience was wearing thin.

His phone buzzed in his bag, but he ignored it, too overwhelmed to deal with anything else.

Your bad day turned worse when you stopped to pick up some groceries on the way home. That’s when a stranger approached you, his intentions anything but friendly.

“Hey there, gorgeous,” he said, stepping into your personal space.

You tried to brush him off politely, but he persisted. “Come on, don’t be like that. Just one drink.”

“I’m not interested,” you said firmly, but your voice wavered. He didn’t seem to care, following you down the street as panic bubbled in your chest.

You grabbed your phone and texted Jeongin.

“Innie, there’s a guy following me.”

“Innie, please answer. I’m scared.”

When he didn’t reply, you called him. Once. Twice. Ten times. Each time the call went unanswered, your panic grew. Finally, on the tenth call, he picked up.

“Innie!” you cried, your voice trembling. “Please, I—”

“What do you want?!” Jeongin’s voice was sharp, laced with irritation. “Y/N, I’m busy! Can’t you leave me alone for five minutes? He was right… You’re so clingy!”

The word cut through you like a knife.

“Innie,” you whispered, your voice breaking. “I… I’m sorry.”

He hung up before you could explain.

The tears you’d been holding back spilled over as you ducked into a nearby alley, your body shaking with sobs. You felt completely alone. Desperate, you called your best friend, who immediately came to pick you up.

Jeongin didn’t look at his phone again until hours later, when practice was finally over. He trudged home, exhaustion heavy in his limbs, and sank onto the couch, grabbing his phone to check his notifications.

When he saw your texts, his heart stopped.

“Innie, please answer. I need you.”

“Innie, there’s a guy following me.”

“I’m hiding. Please, Jeongin, help me.”

His stomach dropped. He immediately tried calling you, but your phone went straight to voicemail.

“Y/N, please,” he texted. “I’m so sorry. Please let me know you’re safe.”

Minutes later, his phone buzzed. But it wasn’t you.

“She’s safe,” your best friend texted. “But she doesn’t want to talk to you right now.”

Jeongin sank to the floor, guilt washing over him in waves. You had needed him—really needed him—and he had let you down. Worse, he had been cruel.

For days, Jeongin tried everything to make it up to you. He sent flowers to your best friend’s house, along with your favorite snacks and handwritten notes. But you didn’t respond. The silence was unbearable.

Then, finally, a text came through.

“I’m coming home. We need to talk.”

Jeongin paced the living room anxiously, his heart racing when he heard the door unlock. You stepped inside, your expression guarded, your eyes swollen from crying. He froze, guilt hitting him all over again.

“Y/N,” he said softly, his voice shaking. “I’m so sorry.”

You set your bag down but didn’t move closer. “You called me clingy. I… trusted you...”

His throat tightened. “I didn’t mean it. I was stressed, and I… I took it out on you. I was wrong. I should have answered. I should have been there for you.” His voice cracked. “I’m so sorry, Y/N. I’ll never forgive myself for letting you down.”

“You weren’t just not there,” you said, your voice trembling. “You hurt me, Jeongin. You said the one thing I was most afraid of hearing. Do you know how hard it was for me to reach out? And you…” Tears spilled down your cheeks. “You made me feel like I was too much. Again.”

“You’re not too much,” he said quickly, stepping closer but stopping when he saw you flinch. “You’re everything to me, Y/N. You’re the best thing in my life, and I ruined it. I’ll do anything to fix this. —whatever you need, I’ll do it. Just don’t leave me.”

You looked at him, torn between your love for him and the fear of being hurt again. “I don’t know if I can trust you not to do it again.”

Tears were streaming down his face. “I’ll prove it to you. I’ll spend the rest of my life proving it to you if that’s what it takes.” He reached for your hands but didn’t hold them, waiting for your permission. “Please, Y/N. Don’t give up on me.”

After a long moment, you let him take your hands. “I need time, Jeongin. I’m not ready to forgive you yet.”

“I’ll wait,” he whispered. “I’ll wait as long as it takes.”

In the weeks that followed, Jeongin kept his word. He communicated openly about his feelings, and never missed an opportunity to remind you how much you meant to him.

When you finally felt ready to come home, he held you in his arms like you were his entire world. Because to him, you were.

It wasn’t easy, but together, you rebuilt what had been broken—proving that love, when nurtured with care and effort, could overcome even the deepest wounds.

tags: @intartaruginha @hannamoon143 @whoa-jo

[jinnirev]

thinking abt how it'd be like to have 8 possessive men obsess over their 9th member

☆ pairing: ot8!skz x f!reader

☆ T/W: vaginal penetration, anal, double penetration, breeding kink, size kink, oral sex, degradation kink, dacryphilia, gang bang, hand jobs

🔞 nsfw under the cut!

just thinking about how they refuse to have sex with you in the dorm mainly because they know they'll get jealous.

chan who would let his anger out onto your body by pounding into your tight little cunt. passionately kissing you and rubbing your swollen clit. he also makes sure to cum deep inside you so that the rest of the boys know that he thoroughly bred you.

leeknow who gets so jealous when he sees you with someone else, he pulls you aside and into the nearest bathroom to fuck you good. just to remind you how good his cock is and how good he can destroy your pussy. you always end up walking with a limp after he's done with you.

changbin who hates it when you talk about other male idols, so every time you bring up one of them he decides to fuck your mouth. keeping your little mouth shut. his cock is also so so thick so you struggle so much with keeping your jaw wide open for him. but it's okay because he rewards you by kissing you after he cums down your throat.

hyunjin who would outright ask you who you think can eat you out the best. you know damn well that if you said anyone other than him, he would be mad. so that was exactly what you did. he ended up fucking you into your mattress. yup, you got fucked so good, you could only moan his name.

jisung who has an obsession with your pussy and your ass. he can literally spend hours just licking at your poor, overstimulated cunt and then proceed to finger your asshole because and I quote, "you have two holes, might as well put them to good use."

felix who is so sweet yet so possessive of you. the moment he sees someone else's cum dripping out of your pussy, he immediately cleand it all out of you basically licking it all up to make sure that only his cum ends up in your cunt.

seungmin who is cant stand it when another man's cum is in your pussy. during a concert sound check, after minho fucked you silly, seungmin saw you wobbling out of the closet with minho's cum dripping down your thighs. (minho stole your panties and you were wearing skirt) seungmin immediately pulls you back into the supply closet despite you whining, urging minho to "get lost so i can fuck her till she can't walk". and he did that.

jeongin who has the highest sex drive out of all the members. everyone adores him so he somehow manages to get to fuck you the most. and he is so so sweet when he fucks you, always whimpering into your ear about how tight you feel around him and how good you make him feel.

but just because they get jealous easily doesn't mean it stops them from threesomes, foursomes, or even a gang bang.

chan and changbin absolutely adores it when you struggle to fit both their dicks into your tiny little pussy. they always spoil the hell out of you when they fuck you together. you end up so so cockdrunk every time after they're done with you, and their aftercare is always so sweet!

leeknow and seungmin are the ultimate brat taming pair. so whenever you're getting out of line, they always make sure they put you back in your place. minho would be slamming his cock into your abused cunt while seungmin would be fucking your face into oblivion.

jisung and felix, who everyone believes are the sunshine twins would probably assume that they're the sweetest in bed. but oh no, they're dead wrong. these two boys will be the meanest out of all the members, they get such a kick from calling you their filthy slut. and it gets even better when they see tears forming and rolling down your pretty face. but no matter how mean they are, they always end up kissing your tears away, before fucking you stupid.

hyunjin and jeongin are probably the most gentle when they're in a good mood. hyunjin likes to teach innie and show him what you like the most, and innie gets all sulky because he already knows all this, he knows jinnie was just trying to spend more time playing with your pretty pussy. of course, being the sweet girl you are, you make sure that they both get to use your holes. so double penetration is usual when it comes to these two boys. they would both fight over who would get your pussy and it would end up with a game of scissors paper stone, and the winner gets to fuck your pussy 💀 hyunjin lost

all 8 of them rarely participate in gang bangs, and when they do, it was mainly just a whole lot of begging from your end. but when they did, they realised how hot it truly was, watching you take 8 cocks at once. jeongin was laying on the bed, his cock deep inside your ass. while chan has his fat cock buried deep in your pussy, bouncing you up and down on both their cocks.

and of course let's not forget about the rest of the boys, you would take turns sucking them off, using both your hands to jerk off the cocks when your mouth was stuffed full. that night ended with you having multiple loads stuffed up both your holes, cum all over your tits, stomach, face, basically everywhere. God, all of them had to takepictures of you laying there.

[leeknow-thoughts]

୨୧ CONSUMPTION

𝝑𝝔 cw : STONED!sex, 3way, mxm action, oral (min rec.), mommy!Minho, daddy!Jeongin, squirting, poly!jeongho

thinking about stoned sex with Jeongin and Minho :>

They're so incredibly fucking hot. And you can't help but clench around Minho's fat cock the more and more that they degrade you. Your head is already fuzzy from the weed, eyes heavy and body pliant, just how Minho and Jeongin like you.

They like the three of you getting high together, Minho being ever so kind, rolling a joint for you two to split while Jeongin just sticks to his cart. Jeongin's oral fixation is elevated to a whole other level while stoned, which leads the casual bake session into the three way you find yourself participating in.

"Oh hyung, look at that," Jeongin coos, watching as you cream around Minho's fat cock.

They have you on your back, Minho fucking your cunt while Jeongin lays next to you, his pretty cock being jerked off by your left hand while his own left hand is playing with your clit. "I know," Minho groans, "our sweet kitty cat has the best pussy," Minho comments, and a whimper rips from your throat when his cock kisses your cervix.

"Mommy!" you cry out, "gonna gonna ngh!"

The band in your stomach breaks and suddenly Minho's cock is out of your cunt, your eyes snapping open to look down to see yourself squirting all over Minho's thighs and cock. "Oh my God," Minho groans.

Jeongin's fingers don't let up on your clit, as you continue writhing around on the bed, a complete and utter mess. "Oh hyung, I need to see her do that again," Jeongin hums, pressing a kiss on your pebbled nipples, gently licking his tongue over the bud before he is moving.

He takes Minho's spot in between your legs, and Minho is taking his spot next to you, "mommy, fuck, daddy-" you whine when you feel Jeongin's cock sliding inside you.

"It's okay," Minho coos, brushing your hair out of your face before he's capturing your lips in a kiss, you're groaning and moaning into the kiss, Jeongin's cock hitting that spongey spot inside you, "you can take it," Minho reassures.

And when Jeongin's cock hits that spot inside you oh so well over and over again you have no time to warn him before you're squirting on his cock like you did with Minho's. "That's it, such a good little pocket pussy," Jeongin hisses shoving his cock back in you.

"Jus' for mommy and daddy," you whimper.

"Atta girl," Minho groans, "only mommy and daddy pound this sloppy pussy right."

"Gonna cum in your pussy, baby," Jeongin announces, his hips sputtering in an erratic rhythm.

It feels like only seconds before he's cumming inside you, stuffing you full of his cum. "That's it, jagi, take every last drop," Minho coos at your fucked out face.

Eventually Jeongin's hips stall, his breathing is heavy, as is yours, the only one semi-composed is Minho, who's cock is still so very hard, not having gotten to cum yet,

"Hyung," Jeongin calls to the man before he's pulling out of your cunt, your thighs shaking slightly.

Jeongin is moving between Minho's legs, keeping eye contact with the older man when he starts sucking his hyung's cock. "Oh, Innie," Minho is groaning, "not gonna last, just feels so good," he is whining.

You want to move but you just can't, your limbs are completely lithe as you watch the filthy scene in front of you. Jeongin's mouth swallowing Minho's cock, bobbing his head up and down like he was made for it. Minho always said Jeongin was the best at sucking cock, and Minho was no liar.

After a moment you regained some strength in your body, turning onto your side and scooting closer to Minho on your bed, brushing your fingers through Jeongin's hair, before your head is moving to Minho's chest, tenderly sucking his nipple into your mouth.

"Aw that's it kitty cat," Minho is cut off by a groan that comes from the depth of his throat, "fuck, Innie, just like that."

You know Minho is close when his thighs start twitching, and you watch as the ecstasy of an orgasm washes over his pretty features. Jeongin is soon pulling off Minho's cock before he's pulling you in for a sloppy kiss. And that's when you taste Lee Know's hot cum on your tongue.

"Next time, maybe we pull out the strap," Jeongin proposes, handing you his cart while Minho smokes a joint, "what do you think Minho?"

"I think that's a great idea," Minho smirks, as he watches you hit Jeongin's cart, you're sandwiched between the two of them, a movie playing the background, enjoying each other's presence.

[puppym3]

hiii unnie (I mean I hope you're unnie) can I ask for a jeongin smut pls? Slay, okay so umm I want a dominant jeongin to turn him into sub while doing it I guess I don't know I hope you'll make it thank youuu~ <333

•°. *࿐ my baby

°:. *₊ ° . ° .•

bratty!jeongin x noona!reader

synopsis: after you call jeongin a "baby", he tries to prove to you that he can be dominant, able to take control at first but slowly losing it.

wc: 1.8k

warnings: MDNI! 18+, smut, switch!jeongin, subby!jeongin, established relationship, teasing, brat!jeongin, oral (f. rec), riding, praise, jeongin calls reader "noona", piv, unprotected sex, creampie, banter, kinda fluffy, (lmk if i missed any)

a/n: hiihi, omg i finally got a request for innie, so OFC you know i gotta hop on that, i love you @jiyeonslays for the suggestion, thank u so much

just ur reminder to not be too delulu, to give me suggestions, and to ask to be on the taglist if you want

finally i love all of u

°:. *₊ ° . ° .•

You’re nestled comfortably on the couch, a soft blanket draped over your lap as you file at your nails. The evening is peaceful, and the gentle hum of the air conditioner keeps the summer heat at bay. Jeongin, your boyfriend, is sprawled across the other end of the couch, his head resting on your thigh as he scrolls through his phone. The occasional chuckle escapes him, and you glance down, a smile tugging at your lips.

When Jeongin laughs again, you lean over, pressing a quick kiss to his temple. He pauses, and when he tilts his head up to look at you.

"Aish, what was that for?" he says, pretending he doesn't like it by wiping at his temple with his sleeve.

"Mm," you hum, shrugging innocently. "Just felt like it."

Jeongin rolls his eyes, turning his attention back to his phone, but you don't miss the hint of a smile playing on his lips.

The night continues peacefully. When Jeongin's head drops into your lap again, his eyelids starting to flutter shut, you run your fingers through his hair. He lets out a soft hum of appreciation, nuzzling his head into your hand.

"You're such a baby," you say, and Jeongin makes a noise of protest.

"No" he mumbled, though it comes out a little muffled from his face being pressed against the soft fabric of your pants. "I'm not a baby, noona." He says, almost seeming like he's pouting.

"You're not?" you ask teasingly, running a fingertip along the shell of his ear. "But you're my baby, right Innie?"

Jeongin shudders and shakes his head. He lifts his head a little to speak, but his words are cut off when you trace the shell of his ear with your thumb, your fingernail just barely catching the sensitive skin. His eyes slip shut, and a quiet moan slips past his lips.

"What was that, innie?" you say, your voice soft as you continue stroking the soft skin. "Did you like that?"

"N..no, I don't like any of it." Jeongin manages to say, his words a little stilted. "I'll show you."

He pulls himself up a little, his arms wrapping around you. The two of you fall back onto the couch, the cushions sinking beneath you as Jeongin's body presses against yours. You wrap your arms around him, pulling him closer.

"Mmh," you breathe, and when Jeongin grinds his hips down, a low groan spills from your lips.

"Like this," Jeongin mutters. "I know exactly how to make you feel good, noona."

He leans in and presses his lips against yours, his movements languid. He takes his time, kissing you gently, his lips moving against yours.

Your fingers tangle in his hair, pulling him closer. You feel him shift, and then his lips are moving lower, his tongue tracing the curve of your neck. His fingers dance along your stomach, slipping under the hem of your shirt.

You whimper, and he smiles against your skin.

"Mm, does that feel good?" he asks, his fingers dipping beneath the waistband of your shorts. "Hm? Tell me it does." He says, his eyes wide and almost pleading as he looks up at you.

"It feels good," you breathe, and you let out a soft moan when he moves lower, his fingers pressing against your underwear.

"Good," he whispers, and then he's pressing a kiss against your clit through the fabric. You arch your hips up, your hand moving down to grip the back of his head, pushing his mouth closer. He pulls back for a moment, his fingers gripping the waistband of your underwear, but you're too focused on his touch, too focused on his lips pressed against your clit to stop him.

Jeongin peels your underwear off, and the second it hits the floor, he's ducking back between your legs, his eyes widening at the sight.

"Noona," he whispers, "you're so wet."

You gasp as he licks a stripe up your slit, his tongue pressing against your clit. Your fingers tighten in his hair, and he whimpers at the feeling.

"More," you breathe, and Jeongin complies, his tongue lapping at your clit, his fingers sliding into you.

He fucks you with his fingers, curling them in and out of you as his tongue swirls around your clit.

"Jeongin," you whimper, your fingers twisting in his hair, and he pulls away for a moment, his breath warm on your inner thigh.

"Hmm?" he asks, his eyes wide as he looks up at you. His cheeks are flushed, and his pupils are blown wide. He looks completely enamored, like he can't believe what he's seeing and tasting.

"Faster, please," you plead, and he smiles, dipping back down between your thighs.

He curls his fingers deeper, and his tongue presses harder, his movements growing sloppier, faster.

"That's it, good boy" you murmur, and you feel him shudder as you say the words.

"Honey," he whispers, "Can I make you cum like this? Will you let me make you cum?"

You moan at his words, the praise sending heat through your body. You're close, and the sensation of Jeongin's fingers moving inside of you, his tongue swirling around your clit has you trembling, your legs shaking.

But as much as it felt good, it wasn't enough. You wanted to ruin him yourself, to see his pretty face twisted in pleasure, you wanted him to admit that you were the one making him feel good, the one who was fucking him.

You didn't want to give him another reason to brag, that he wasn't a baby and he could make you submit under him.

You tugged at his hair, causing him to pull off of you, looking at you with confused eyes. And before he had a chance to protest, you sat up and pushed him back to the other side of the couch, crawling on top of him.

"Did you think that was going to be enough to satisfy me?" you teased, leaning down to brush your lips against his. "I need more, Innie. I need you inside of me."

Jeongin let out a choked moan, his hands gripping the couch tightly.

"Oh?" you whispered, rolling your hips against him. "Does that feel good, Innie?"

You tugged at the waistband of his sweatpants, pulling them down enough for his cock to spring free.

"Look at you, so hard already. You must've been wanting this, hmm? Wanting me to ride your pretty little cock?"

"I-" Jeongin gasped, his eyes fluttering shut as you began stroking his length, your hand sliding up and down.

"Mmhm, and if you're good, maybe I'll even let you cum inside me."

You continued to stroke his cock, watching as his face contorted in pleasure. You could tell he was trying his hardest not to come undone, and it only spurred you on more.

You pressed your thumb against the tip of his cock, gathering up the precum before bringing it up to your lips, sucking it clean.

"You taste so good, baby," you purred, watching as his eyes fluttered shut once again.

You couldn't help but smile. This was what you wanted. To have him at your mercy. To have him begging for more. To have him completely at your disposal. To prove that you could make him tiny under you.

Your hands spread out to lay on his chest, feeling at his hard muscles, his warm skin.

"You're so sexy," you whispered, your hand sliding up and cupping his cheek. "I love how big and strong you pretend to be around me, but you're just so weak when I touch you, aren't you? Look how easily you get submissive, baby."

Jeongin shuddered under you, his chest rising and falling with every breath.

You sank down a tiny bit on him, letting the tip rub against your entrance. He gasped, his hands moving to grip the couch tightly.

"You can't hide anything from me," you breathed, sliding down just enough to let the head of his cock slide into you.

"Ah," Jeongin moaned, his head tilting back as you took him inside you.

"You're so pretty, Innie," you murmured, rolling your hips as you sank down further. "So pretty, and all mine."

Jeongin gasped, his hands leaving the couch and wrapping around your waist, pulling you down until you were fully seated on him.

Your body trembled with the sudden sensation, the fullness of him stretching you open.

You moaned, your nails digging into his chest. Feeling yourself clench over him. "My desperate baby," you whispered, biting your lips to keep from moaning louder.

Jeongin was struggling to stay quiet, his chest heaving as he tried to regain his composure. But every time you moved, his cock throbbed inside you, and you couldn't help but moan softly.

You were already so close from the stimulation he had given you earlier, so it was hard to keep yourself composed. And he could feel it, from the way your walls were fluttering around him.

You began to move faster, your hips rolling in time with his thrusts.

"That's it, good boy," you murmured, leaning forward and pressing your lips against his.

Jeongin kissed you hungrily, his tongue sliding into your mouth, tasting himself on you.

His fingers dug into your hips, pulling you down harder, filling you up. You were close, and he could tell. He could feel your body trembling, and that made him closer as well.

"Noona, cum on me." He thrust into you harder, his hands squeezing your hips. "Cum on me, please, I wanna feel you." He pleaded, his eyes looking up at you with shiny eyes.

You shuddered, your walls tightening around him.

"Innie," you whimpered, your hands gripping the back of the couch, using it to steady yourself.

He was whimpering now, his eyes half closed, his lips parted.

You bit down hard on your bottom lip, trying to hold back your cries as you came, your hips bucking forward, your pussy clenching around his cock.

He held you tight as he came after you, his cock pulsing inside of you, filling you up.

You leaned forward, letting his cock slide out of you as you lay your head on his chest. You could feel his heart racing, and you could hear his breathing, his chest rising and falling.

You could tell that he was exhausted, his body completely spent from the orgasm.

You were proud, knowing that you had managed to bring him to such a state.

You kissed his neck gently, pressing soft kisses along his jaw, trailing down his chest.

"You're the best baby, so perfect." You murmured, running your fingers through his hair.

He sighed, his eyes closing as he relaxed under your touch.

"I'm... not a baby," he said, his voice soft. "I was just tired, that's all."

"Yeah, right," you playfully retorted, rolling your eyes before pressing another gentle kiss to his lips.

He scoffed, looking away from you. "Can we clean up now?"

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[kaciidubs]

Rock and Roll

❣ Summary: Jeongin's new comeback look was truly irresistible. ❣  ❣ Word Count: 2.08k ❣ Warnings: This specific Jeongin, Dom! Reader, Switch! Jeongin, use of honorifics [Noona], smut, semi-public sex [bathroom], fingering, clothed sex, praise, begging, desperation, slight degradation ❣  ❣ Female! Reader [No use of Y/N] | You/Your pronouns ❣  ❣ Additional Tags: Jeongin is referred to as Innie, baby, baby boy, and IN-ah [once], Reader is referred to as Noona, lightly edited ❣ Stray Kids Masterlist ❣ General Masterlist

He looked too good with that hairstyle.

He looked way too good with that hairstyle.

Maybe it wasn't just the style, maybe it was a combination of the split dyed golden blond, curled into a messy mop, paired with the fake lip piercing, colored contacts, and collar that shouldn't look as enticing as it does around his neck.

Yeah... That was it - that explained away the way you were practically vibrating in your seat across the room, watching as one of the stylists fixed a curl at the back of his head.

She patted his shoulder with a nod, her lips moving with words you couldn't catch before he nodded in response and slipped his way out of the styling chair.

Making his way over to you, he stood in front of you with a smile brighter than the sun, truly resembling the fluffy fox he was personified as.

"What do you think, Noona?"

Truly, this was the universe testing you, waiting to see if you would stick with your morals or succumb to the irresistible charm of your darling boyfriend.

Humming thoughtfully, you made a thorough up-down of his full attire, "How much time until you're needed for the pre-recording?"

Slipping his phone from his front pocket, he tapped the screen and watched the device come to life, "About... 45 minutes?"

You stood from the couch with a dignified nod, sliding your hand in his before leading him toward the door of the communal dressing room. "Great, I'll only need 30."

Morals be damned.

It took; two minutes to slink your way into the bathroom down the hall, tugging him in behind you and locking it the second it shut, another two minutes to silence his jumbled questioning with a kiss, hard and statement making, and one minute for him to succumb to your stellar persuasion.

"Have I ever told you how fucking hot you look?" You moaned against his lips with no intent to give him the time to answer, your own lips barely leaving his for even a second.

"I-" Jeongin gasped, returning your heated kiss, "You've-" a whimper cut him off, his hands holding onto your hips, "-mentioned it-" you nipped at his bottom lip and his knees buckled, "-once or twice."

Pulling away, you gazed at him with lust fogged eyes, "Well, baby boy, you look so god damn hot, I wanted to fall to my knees the moment the stylist finished curling your hair - but then..." Your eyes dropped to the collar resting against his neck, sliding your hand from his shoulder to dance your fingers along the silver letters, 'IN'. "When I saw her put you in this, it made me want to put you on your knees."

The whine he let out was sinful, almost pitiful in the way his hips rocked against yours - arousal evident in the presence of his dick filling out the front of his pants.

"C-Can you? Will you?"

His expectant pout made your heart swell, and your lips to curl into a pitying frown, "Oh, baby, you're on the clock, remember? We wouldn't want to give Jiyeon more work in fixing you back up again, now do we?"

"But- But-" he moved his head, making a point of the locked personal bathroom you all but dragged him into, "You brought me in here! I thought you'd at least-"

"Let you fuck me silly on that insatiable, deliciously long cock of yours?" You finished for him in more colorful words than he would've chosen, "I know, but you're already in your makeup, and you and I both know that less than 30 minutes isn't enough to get you off fully."

Deflating against the door, his hands squeezed your hips in disdain, "So, what? I can't just leave like this, Noona, I'm so hard it hurts."

Smirking, your fingers cupped his chin, "Well, you're lucky I have a plan, a deal if you will." Watching as he nodded for you to continue, your smirk grew into a grin, "I want you to finger me, Innie - make me come before you have to go and I'll do anything you want once your performances are over. Can you do that for me, baby boy?"

A light sparkled in his eyes, the urge to please you making him straighten up, "Anything?"

"Anything, baby, just as long as you make me come with those pretty fingers of yours."

Before you knew it, his lips were on yours and your position was switched; one hand protecting the back of your head as the rest of your body thudded against the door, while the other got to work on unbuttoning the button of your jeans.

Five minutes for him to get them unbuttoned and down your legs, your right shoe paying the price for your right leg to be freed and hooked around his hip - your panties simply pulled aside by his thumb and his fingers sliding along your folds. His left hand relinquished its cradle on your head to hold onto your waist, keeping you as stable as possible in the precarious position.

"Wet." He murmured against your mouth, middle and ring finger curling and collecting the arousal practically dripping from you, "So wet for me, Noona."

Your head fell back against the door, an airy moan floating past your lips as he focused his attention on the column of your neck. "A-All for you, Innie - only for you, baby."

You needed to play your cards right, push all the buttons that would get him ticking just the way you needed.

"Can't wait to have you in me, maybe I'll just drag you back in here after the show - won't even wait for you to change."

He moaned against your neck, his fingers pressing against your entrance before slowly sinking both digits in at once with learned ease. "Wanna fuck you, Noona, please - I'll be quick, w-won't mess up anything."

Bringing your right hand to the nape of his neck, you curled your fingers through the hair at the back of his head - a taste of what he could have later. "You know our deal, baby boy; make Noona come and I'll be on my knees faster than you know."

With a shivering breath, he steeled his resolve and curled his fingers inside of you, targeting that spongy spot at the front of your vagina and hitting it with ease.

Your left arm tightened around his shoulders, working double time to keep you balanced with the help of his left hand holding you against the bathroom door.

"T-That's it, baby, fuck-"

He didn't give you any time to revel in the sensation as he tilted his hand down, the drag of his fingers bringing a low moan out of you before he flicked his wrist up, thrusting his fingers back into you at a speed that made your toes curl.

"Fuck!"

That was your test run, the calm before the storm, and with a slight adjustment of his arm, the bathroom was soon filled with the sounds of your moans and the slick squelching of your cunt around his fingers.

"Innie- Innie- Oh, fuck me-"

There was no desire to keep quiet - it wasn't a secret that whenever you and Jeongin disappeared, someone was getting their rocks off, but what happened next came as a shock.

When your mouth opened to let another wanton moan float through, a large hand covered the bottom half of your face, his fingers just barely resting below the bottom of your nose.

"Be quiet." He practically growled against your ear, fingers flexing against your cheek, "J-Just shut up and take it."

You were shocked you didn't accidentally break a finger from the way you clenched at his tone, eyes fluttering as he ground the palm of his hand against your pussy, your clit getting the stimulation it deserved.

This was the Jeongin you were going for, your darling boy who switched hard with the right provoking; the one who had you seeing stars in ten minutes flat.

His hand was hot with your muffled moans trapped behind it and he couldn't care less; not when your walls fluttered around his fingers, and your arousal puddled in the palm of his hand and dripped off the back.

"W-Wanted you to make me fall apart," he scoffed, rutting his hips against your left thigh, "but now I'm making you fall apart first - just like you wanted, huh, Noona?"

His quick thrusts were subbed out for rapidly jack hammering his hand against your pussy, the sopping noise practically bouncing off the walls of the bathroom.

"I could've filled you easily - bent you over the sink to watch me fuck you dumb through the mirror," pulling his head up, his dark eyes held a glint, stunning and all encompassing, "but I guess you love my fingers too much to even care."

Your left hand tightened in his curls, an unabashed moan catching in the palm of his hand.

Just a little more - you just needed him to-

As if reading your mind, he sunk his fingers in to the knuckle and traced fast, tight circles around your puffy clit, "Come for me, Noona - make a mess of my fingers."

Your body trembled, limbs all but locking him in place against you as you came with a loud cry - even muffled, he could make out the whined scream of his name vibrating against his hand.

He worked you down with gentle thrusts, groaning at the sensation of your cum dripping down the back of his hand, "Oh god, you're so much warmer now... S-So slippery."

You came back to your senses enough to realize he was still grinding himself against your thigh, the once dominant air surrounding him now melting away into the needy baby bread you loved even more.

"I-I did good, right? Made you come like you said - now, can I?" His hand dropped from your mouth in favor of gripping your waist, quickly succumbing to the deliciously harsh rub of his denim pants against his boxer-brief hidden dick. "Can I come, Noona? Can i? Can I, please?"

Knowing you wouldn't forgive yourself for letting him ruin himself in his stage clothes, you dropped your right hand to his wrist; pulling away the fingers that were still nestled inside of you before untangling yourself from him and unceremoniously getting onto your knees.

A short cry fell from his lips when you pulled away from him, but when he saw you kneeling with your hands working fast against the button of his pants, he nearly came then and there.

You got his pants undone in record time, tugging them - and his underwear - down just enough to pull his cock out and wrap your lips around the shiny, precum covered tip.

"S-Shit, Noona- 'm gonna- I-I'm-"

A flick of your tongue against his slit, a gentle suck, and in no time a desperate whine fell from his lips as he came in your mouth, the slight tang coating your tongue with each wave that coursed through him.

Swallowing in kind, you stroked him a few more times to make sure that was all he had - albeit a bit greedily - before pulling off of him with a soft pop.

You tilted your head to look up at him, and you met his familiar, bright eyed smile - even after fingering you like a man possessed, then coming down your throat in mere seconds, he still looked like he didn't even break a sweat.

"Wow," he breathed, a breathless laugh escaping him, "that was ama-"

"IN-ah! We're leaving in 15!"

The sound of Minho's voice on the other side of the door nearly made you both jump out of your skin, urging you to scramble back into your jeans while Jeongin hastily tucked himself back into his boxer-briefs.

"Don't forget to get your makeup touched up again!" Came Hyunjin's teasing voice, laughing as if he could see the blush currently turning your boyfriend red.

"See?" You huffed, pushing yourself off of the ground and fixing your jeans as casually as you could, "Told you I only needed 30 minutes."

Rolling his eyes, Jeongin fixed his shirt with his head held high, "That just gives me 15 minutes to think about what I want you to do to me when we're done."

You laughed at his haughtiness before tugging him by the collar, pressing your lips to his in a soft, sweet peck.

"Go on and get touched up, rock star."

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[kittykat-25]

Family - A Lee Know One Shot

Pairings: Lee Minho x reader

Genre: hurt/comfort- established relationship, just SKZ being the best boys and protective Lee Know.

Synopsis: While Lee Know is gone for the Gucci shoot, you help SKZ practice for the VMA’s. All fun and games until you get hurt.

A/N: I wrote this today at work and it’s barely proof read so apologies on that part my lovelies🥰

“Have fun my Gucci prince.” You sang into the phone, your boyfriend huffed, “please don’t start that. We get enough of it from Hyunjin and Yongbokkie.” Minho groaned. You laughed as you walked into the practice room, “have fun, I love you, and I’m so proud of you Min.” You said quietly before the rest of the kids could interrupt. “Bye kitten, have fun with the boys. I love you.” He replied. You quickly ended the call and walked further into the room setting your bag down. Being a professional dancer yourself, you often came to the studio to practice with the boys, after being with Minho for two years they were used to your presence. “Noona!” Jeongin called as you walked towards them to join the stretches. “Hi boys.” You replied, ruffling Seungmins hair as you walked by, he swatted your hand away making you laugh. “Someone woke up on the wrong side of the bed.” You said sitting down beside Chan. “He was late too.” Chan whispered, glancing towards the moping puppy. “Ooooooh Seungminnie.” You exclaimed. Getting a glare from Seungmin, you started stretching and quietly talking to Chan about the performance they have at the VMAs.

The boys were diving into their S-Class dance break, you holding Minhos spot. “Innie, you got this.” Chan called as the youngest got used to the new lift that was added in. “I know it’s just high.” He said sheepishly. Seeing the younger boy look so concerned, you volunteered, “innie do you want me to do it first so you see how it looks?” He eyes turned towards you, “noona you don’t have too.” You shook your head, “I don’t mind if it’ll give you peace about it.” He smiled at you and moved so you were in his place with the dancers. You worked through the movements and when it was time for the lift you let the dancer pull you up. One second you are being lifted and the next you hear a huff and the floor starts getting closer. You panic and throw your arms down to catch yourself, landing painfully on your wrist, catching yourself but not before your head hits the ground as well.

The rest of the members couldn’t move fast enough to catch you, all scrambling towards you as you cry out on impact. “Shit y/n. Are you alright?” Chan says and he kneels down beside you, you’re holding your arm against yourself and can feel something sticky running down your head. You slowly roll over onto your back, the air knocked out of you from the fall, “fuck” Chan curses under his breath, seeing your head split from the fall. “Noona I’m so sorry.” Jeongin cries from your other side. “Chan she needs to go to the medic.” Felix calls from somewhere behind you. Everything is swirling together, all the voices blending as your vision starts to go black. “No no y/n keep your eyes open.” Chan says gently. Pushing your hairs back from the cut. “Hyun, go get the medic.” Hyunjin sprints out of the room, “her wrist.” Han croaks from one side of you, you can feel his hand shaking on your leg. You were still clutching your wrist to your body, just then hyunjin and the medic come barreling back into the room. He kneels down beside you, IN and Han moving out of the way. Changbin grabbing Han’s sleeve as he started marching over to the back up dancers. “It’s their fault.” He said harshly, Changbin shook his head, “it was an accident. Leave them alone.” He whispered. Han threw a glare at the dancers then turned his eyes back towards you. Out of all of them you and Han were the closest, you treated him like a younger brother, loved him as much. “She’s gonna need stitches.” The medic quietly told Chan, who nodded. Han gripped your hand as Chan picked you up and followed the medic out of the room. The rest of the guys gathered their things, grabbing yours and trailing behind.

Sitting in the ER, Han holding your hand as they stitched up your head, “the wrist isn’t broken, just a bad sprain. You’ll have to wear the brace for now. We’ll reexamine it in a few weeks.” The doctor told you before walking out of the room. “Ji, has anyone call Min?” Hans face paled, the thought of calling his Hyung and telling him you were hurt- that was not a job he wanted. “I’ll ask Channie Hyung.” He said as he pushed past the curtain to the other boys. “How is she?” Changbin asked, “sprained wrist, they are stitching up her head now, slight concussion. She seems okay.” Han answered before turning towards their leader, “Someone, not me but someone needs to call Minho and let him know.” He added quickly before darting back into the closed area with you.

Chan blew out a breath before grabbing his phone and walking outside. “Hyung how’s practice going? Did Innie get the lift, I know he was stressed about it-“ Minho said as soon as the call connected. “Minho.” Chan said, cutting the younger boy off. Minho got quiet, “there was an accident at practice.” He started, “oh god did they flood something again?” Minho said chuckling, “it’s y/n.” Chan said, the other line went silent. “Min-“ Chan started, “what happened?” Minho ground out. “She was helping Innie with the lift and she…uh…fell, she’s alright-“ “did she fall or was she dropped? Because you saying fall doesn’t seem accurate for y/n.” Minho snapped back. Chan could tell he was more worried than angry. But taking it out on Chan all the same. “She’s alright, just calm down.” “don’t tell me to calm down when my girlfriend is hurt Chan.” Minho roared back at him. “We’re taking her back to the dorm, just let us know when you get home. And calm down before you do. She doesn’t need your attitude as well.” Chan stated before hanging up the phone.

The boys had gotten you back to the dorms, and you were currently snuggled into Minhos bed, savoring the smell of him; wishing he was there to hold you. Han sat down beside you on the bed, reaching for your hand not in the brace. “Are you sure it’s safe for you to sleep? You have a concussion.” He asked quietly. You chuckled, “I’m alright Ji.” You looked towards the door where the rest of the boys were standing. “How about a movie?” You suggested, and smiled when they all moved into the room. Getting comfy on the ground around the bed. “Do you need anything noona?” Felix asked from in front of the bed, “I’m alright Yongbokkie.” He gave you a smile and turned back around. Han turned on Howls Moving Castle and propped up a pillow for you to get comfortable on. Chan turned off the lights and you let the movie take over your mind.

Minho opened the door to the dorm and was greeted with darkness. Some light came from under his door, and the soft music of a movie flowed out. Chan stepped out of the kitchen and made eye contact. “Hyung, I’m so sorry.” Minho said feeling awful about snapping at his leader. “It’s alright, she’s in here. I was just grabbing her some water.” He responded walking towards minhos bedroom, “where is everyone?” He asked Chan, who chuckled, “where do you think?” With that he opened the door and Minhos heart swelled, you were curled up asleep, hidden under the covers with Han beside you, and the rest of the boys scattered around the floor, surrounding you, guarding you even in their sleep. Chan nudged Changbin waking him up, they quietly started moving all the boys out of the room as Minho made his way over to you. IN stopped and turned towards his hyung, “I didn’t mean for her to get hurt. I’m sorry hyung.” He said softly. “I know innie-ah it’s not your fault. It was an accident.” He said back to the younger boy patting him on the back. And he got closer to the bed he noticed Han was awake and just staring at you/n sleep. “Bit creepy don’t you think?” He said startling the boy. “The doctors said she could sleep with a concussion but the internet said it was dangerous. I was making sure she didn’t stop breathing.” And just when Minho thought he couldn’t love his brothers more. He looked down where Han was holding her hand, his fingers resting over her pulse point. “I’ve got her Ji, don’t worry.” Han nodded, getting up and following Chan out of the room.

Minho gently laid down beside you, trying not to rustle or wake you up. As he laid down, your eyes turned towards him, “min?” Your voice full of sleep, he smiled at you, “hi kitten.” You rolled over, your wrist in the brace coming between your bodies. He looked down at it then up to your bandaged head, “I’m so sorry I wasn’t here kitten.” He said cupping your cheek, leaving tender kisses on your hairline. “How did the shoot go?” You mumbled, already falling back asleep. “I don’t remember any of it after Chan called me.” He grumbled, tucking you closer to his body. “Mhm my Gucci prince.” You sighed as you pressed a kiss to his jaw, before nestling back into his arms. Minho looked down at you, a smile on his face. Happy to have you safely back in his arms. He fell asleep peacefully knowing as long as him and the boys were around you’d be fine.

[tosomeonessomeone]

friends.

words・ 1.8k /pairings・ Seungmin x reader / genres・fluff / warnings・ little bit spicy?

Hello my dear, thank you so much for your request!!! I will truly spent a longtime trying to make it spicy and fluff ✨ @queen-in-the-shadows

Hi!! I saw youre open for requests, and this song always makes me think of skz. Its called Fuck Up The Friendship by Leah Kate, and I love it. I see it with any of them, but Im always looking for more Seungmin, Han, and Innie content 👀👀 spicy/fluff if thats okay? 🫶��🫶🏼🫶🏼🫶🏼

As you, Seungmin, and the members of Stray Kids stepped out into the bustling streets of Seoul's vibrant nightlife, anticipation coursed through your veins like electricity. The neon lights illuminated the city, alive with possibility, and the promise of adventure hung in the air like a tangible presence. 

The rhythm of the city pulsed around you as you made your way through the throngs of people, a symphony of sound and movement setting your heart ablaze with excitement. Stray Kids' infectious energy and magnetic personalities added an extra spark to the charged atmosphere, their laughter and banter weaving through the night like a melody. 

The club beckoned like a beacon in the darkness, its neon sign casting a kaleidoscope of colors onto the crowded street, fueling the fire of anticipation within. As you entered, the music enveloped you like a warm embrace, the bass reverberating through your bones and setting your soul on fire. Lights flashed and bodies swayed to the rhythm, lost in the euphoria of the moment.

As the vibrant lights of the club enveloped the group, Bang Chan's voice cut through the pulsating music, urging everyone to stick together in the crowded space.

"Hey, guys, let's make sure we stay close," Bang Chan called out above the din, his tone firm yet laced with warmth. "We don't want anyone getting lost in this sea of people."

Nods of agreement rippled through the group as they clustered together, their camaraderie a reassuring anchor amidst the chaos of the dance floor. Stray Kids, united as one, moved with purpose through the crowd, their bond unbreakable in the face of the night's excitement.

"Stay close, okay?" Seungmin's voice was barely a whisper, but in the cacophony of the club, it rang loud and clear in your ears.

You nodded, a smile playing at the corners of your lips as you felt the warmth of his presence beside you. In that moment, surrounded by the pulsating energy of the club and the laughter of friends, you knew that no matter where the night led, you would always have each other's backs.

Seungmin grinned at you, his eyes sparkling with excitement as he pulled you onto the dance floor, his movements fluid and effortless. With every step, Seungmin remained steadfast at your side, a shine of comfort and reassurance in the midst of the night's chaos.

As the music throbbed and the lights danced around you, you and Seungmin found yourselves drawn closer together on the crowded dance floor. With each beat, the tension between you crackled like electricity, igniting a fire that simmered just beneath the surface.

As you moved and rolled your bodies in sync with the rhythm, the air between you grew charged with anticipation. Soft touches and playful gestures teased at the edges of something more, each movement a silent invitation to explore the depths of your desires.

With every breath, you breathed closer to each other, the heat of the moment enveloping you in its embrace. As your bodies swayed in unison, the line between friendship and something more blurred, teasing at the edges of forbidden territory.

With every touch, every brush of skin against skin, a spark ignited between you, a flame of desire that burned brighter with each passing moment. The heat of the club melted away as you danced closer, drawn together by an irresistible magnetic pull.

Seungmin's hand found the small of your back, his touch sending shivers down your spine as you pressed closer, the space between you evaporating with each shared breath. In the dim light of the dance floor, his eyes met yours, a silent invitation lingering in the air between you.

The club faded into the background as you and Seungmin spun and twirled, the boundaries between friendship and something more blurring with each passing second. In the electric atmosphere of the dance floor, the fire between you burned bright, igniting a flame that threatened to consume everything in its path.

But in that fleeting moment of intimacy, neither of you dared to cross the threshold into the unknown. The allure of what could be hung in the air like a tantalizing promise, yet the boundaries of friendship held firm, a silent reminder of the complexities that lay between you.

As the night wore on and the music faded into silence, you and Seungmin stood together, breathless and exhilarated, the echo of the dance still lingering in the air around you. In that moment, amidst the pulsating energy of the club, you knew that something had shifted between you—a spark had ignited, and the flames of desire burned hotter than ever before.

Amidst the neon-lit chaos of the club, you danced and drank with abandon, the cares of the world fading into oblivion with each passing moment. The hours melted away in a haze of joy and laughter, the night stretching out before you like an endless tapestry of possibilities.

As the clock struck past 3 A.M., the energy of the club began to wane, and the members of Stray Kids decided it was time to call it a night. Amidst the laughter and lingering echoes of the night's festivities, Seungmin turned to the group with a gentle smile.

"Hey, guys, I think I'm gonna accompany Y/N home," Seungmin announced, his voice soft but determined. "Make sure everyone gets back safely, okay?"

Chan nodded, his expression filled with understanding. "Of course, Seungmin. Take care of Y/N, alright?"

With nods of agreement and murmurs of goodnight, the group dispersed, leaving you and Seungmin standing amidst the fading lights of the club. As the last strains of music faded into the night, a sense of calm settled over the two of you, cocooned in the quiet stillness of the early morning hours.

Seungmin turned to you, his gaze warm and reassuring. "Ready to head home?"

You nodded, a grateful smile playing at the corners of your lips. “Yes!"

His smile widened, genuine and full of warmth. "Let's go then"

As you and Seungmin strolled through the vibrant streets of Seoul, the neon lights casting a kaleidoscope of colors around you, the conversation flowed effortlessly between you.

"So, what did you think of the club tonight?" Seungmin asked, a playful glint in his eyes as he glanced at you.

You chuckled, the memories of the night still fresh in your mind. "It was amazing! I don't think I've danced that much in ages. What about you?"

Seungmin grinned, his laughter echoing through the quiet streets. "Oh, you know me—I'm always up for a good time. But walking through Seoul at night like this? It's something else."

As you walked, the conversation meandered through topics both light and profound, laughter punctuating the quiet moments of reflection. With each word spoken, you felt the bond between you and Seungmin deepen, the connection between you growing stronger with every shared moment.

"I never get tired of nights like this," Seungmin remarked, his voice soft with nostalgia. "It's like the whole city is alive, just waiting to be explored."

You nodded in agreement, the magic of Seoul's nightlife unfolding before you like a wondrous tapestry. "Yeah, there's something special about it, isn't there? It's like every corner holds a story, every street a memory waiting to be made."

As you neared your apartment, the glow of the streetlights casting a soft halo around Seungmin's features, you couldn't help but pause and steal a glance at him. In that moment, the weight of unspoken words hung heavy in the air between you.

Your heart raced as you wrestled with the swirling emotions churning within you. The urge to voice your feelings tugged at the edges of your consciousness, each word teetering on the brink of revelation.

"Seungmin," you began, your voice barely above a whisper as you struggled to find the courage to speak. "There's something I need to tell you."

Seungmin's eyes widened in surprise, his expression a mixture of curiosity and apprehension as he watched you with bated breath. The silence between you stretched taut, pregnant with possibility as you searched for the right words to convey the depth of your emotions.

And then, with a trembling voice and a heart heavy with longing, you uttered the words that had been lingering on the tip of your tongue, waiting to be set free.

"Are you gonna kiss me?" you asked, the words tumbling out in a rush of emotion. "Because you're taking me home and it's four in the morning. You got me falling for you and I kinda want to... you know.. fuck up this friendship."

Seungmin's shock was palpable, his eyes widening in disbelief as the weight of your confession settled between you like a heavy fog. For a moment, the world seemed to stand still, the only sound the hammering of your heart against your chest.

And then, with a steadying breath and a resolve born from the depths of your soul, Seungmin spoke, his voice filled with a quiet determination.

"Can we talk.. inside?" he asked, his voice soft yet tinged with an urgency that sent a shiver down your spine.

The words hit you like a wave, a surge of emotions crashing against the walls of your heart. In that moment, a whirlwind of thoughts and doubts spun through your mind, leaving you feeling vulnerable and exposed.

But with a nod, you turned towards the door, the click of the lock echoing in the silence as you stepped inside, the warmth of the apartment enveloping you like a familiar embrace.

As you closed the door behind you, the air crackled with tension, the space between you charged with unspoken desire and the lingering echoes of Seungmin's request.

And then, without warning, Seungmin's lips met yours, your body responded with a hunger that you couldn't contain. You pulled him closer, your hands roaming over his body, exploring every inch of him. 

As your lips collide in a passionate frenzy, you feel Seungmin's hunger matching yours, his touch igniting a fire within you that burns with insatiable desire.

"God, I've wanted this for so long," Seungmin confesses between heated kisses, his voice thick with longing. "Every day, all I could think about was holding you, kissing you, having you."

His words send waves of electricity coursing through your veins, intensifying the urgency of your embrace. You cling to him, your fingers tracing the contours of his body as if committing every inch to memory.

Seungmin's hands roam over your body with an urgency that mirrors your own, his touch setting your skin ablaze with desire. With each caress, each whispered confession, you surrender yourselves to the intoxicating pull of passion, lost in the depths of your shared longing.

Pressed against the wall, your bodies mold together as one, the world fading into oblivion around you. In that moment, there is only you—two souls intertwined in a dance of desire and devotion.

[itzsana-kiddingmenow]

𝙩𝙤𝙥 𝙗𝙪𝙣𝙠:

𝙬𝙤𝙧𝙙𝙨: 1.4k

𝙖/𝙣: weeee

𝙩/𝙬: raspberries, rough tickles

𝒍𝒆𝒆: seungmin, chan, minho, jeongin

𝙡𝙚𝙧: seungmin, chan, minho, jeongin

𝒕𝒂𝒈𝒍𝒊𝒔𝒕: @someone-who-loves-kpop-saranghae @jeonginsdiary @leeknowstan33 @v--143 @wereallgonnadieonedaybutnottoday @inkytornpagess @lajanaa @a-wild-seungberry @channieissocute125 @soap143 @seungsluvv @skznccmlee @moony-9 @sunny-117

𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐟𝐢𝐜 𝐢𝐬 𝐚𝐛𝐨𝐮𝐭 𝐭𝐢𝐜𝐤𝐥𝐢𝐧𝐠! 𝐧𝐨𝐭 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐟𝐨𝐫𝐭𝐞? 𝐤𝐞𝐞𝐩 𝐬𝐜𝐫𝐨𝐥𝐥𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐛𝐮𝐛s🖤

“I CALL TOP BUNK!!” Seungmin screeched the second he registered the twin bunk beds in their resident villa. 

“Hey, that’s so unfair!” Chan called from behind him, a frown on his face. Jeongin grumbled as Minho jogged past the eldest and flung his bag onto the other top bunk. 

Innie and Chan exchanged glances; evil twin smirks on their faces as they planned with their eyes. 

Meanwhile, the kitten and the puppy were internally cheering at the idea of snatching the top bunks from the disgruntled maknae and hyung. 

“Hey—you two, off.” Came Chan’s stern voice. Minho stuck his tongue out and Seungmin copied him. 

“Let’s just talk.” Jeongin smiled, an eerie, mysterious grin that sent shivers up Minnie’s spine. 

The two got off of the bed, just for both the maknae and the hyung to grab Minho’s body and drag him to the floor, albeit a little difficult with the kitten’s struggling. 

“Oho, you’re not going anywhere…” Chan threatened, using one arm to pin Minho’s arms lazily to his chest, his other hand deep cutting under Min’s shirt and plunging a singular finger into his belly button. 

Poor Minho screeched immediately, loud laughter pouring from him as he kicked out behind Chan’s back. 

Minho blushed a deep red as Jeongin simpered down at him teasingly. “You ready, hyung?~”

He didn’t even wait for the kitten to answer before his fingers were digging harshly into the older’s tummy. 

All of their laughter blended together, a perfect harmony of happy snorts and a plethora of cute squeals and giggles. 

“NOHOHO Ihihinnieee PLEHEHEAHA!!” Minho griped, a wide smile on his face. 

Chan teasingly moved his fingers to the kitten’s ribs, digging in harshly. 

“CHAAAAHAAHAN!! NOHOHO PLEHEHEASE NOHOHOHO!!” Minho went weak with laughter, propelling his feet in the air as Chan counted his ribs provokingly. 

“IHIHINNIEEEE!!” The second eldest screamed when Jeongin moved to his armpits, scribbling in with a fervor. 

“What is it, hm? You’re laughing so cutely but you can’t escape…” Jeongin squeezed his hands around Minho’s wrists just to remind the dancer of his inevitable punishment. 

“YOUHUHUUURE SOHOHO MEHEHEHEAN!!” Poor Min squeaked, twisting around fruitlessly. “PLEHEHEHEASE TAHAHAHAKE THEHEM OHOHOHOFF!!” He referred to Jeongin’s tickling fingers. 

“Mmm…you sound so cute though! Maybe I’ll keep going a little while more…” Innie decided. Minho whimpered at that, eyes pleading as his face burned in humiliation. He was really getting pinned and wrecked by the maknae.  How embarrassing. 

Chan decided to move, starting to tickle the boy’s ribs again. 

“HYUHUHUHUNG!! PLEHEHEHEASE—NO—DOHONT STAHAHART AGAAIINNN!!” Minho whined through high-pitched hysterics as Chan frowned, shaking his head and restarting on the kitten’s ribs, grabbing one at a time and vibrating it, playing with the bone, something poor Minho absolutely couldn’t take. “STAHAHAHAHAAA!!”

“Sensitive little ribs, are they?” Chan mused, a small smile on his face as he continued to wreck the poor cat to oblivion. 

“YEHEHEHEHA!! NOHOW LET GOHOHO!!”

“No~”

That little shit. Minho glared at him, though it was a little difficult considering Chan’s fingers wouldn’t let him stop laughing. 

In a last-ditch attempt to piss the lers off, Minho took a deep breath and sealed his lips, cheeks flushing pink as he tried to hold in his laughter. 

It was working. They was visibly frustrated and kept digging deeper into the kitten’s torso, trying to prompt Minnie into laughing.  

Finally, Seungmin threw the younger’s shirt up and took a deep breath himself, and Minho’s eyes widened moments before Mong’s lips attached to his belly button. 

The veins in his neck strained as he whimpered through his teeth, Min kicked around, finally giving in the minute the puppy blew a loud raspberry into his side. 

“PFFT—HAAAHAHAHAAA!! NOHOHO PLEASE IHIHIM SOHOHOHOHORRYYY!!” Minho pleaded, a wide smile on his face as he grew weaker to the relentless tickling. 

Raspberry after raspberry after raspberry. 

Minho’s laughter had silenced, and he was thrashing around crazily, Jeongin’s fingers continuing to vibrate deeper and deeper into his v-line, Chan’s hands shaking his rib cage and raspberries making him wheeze, letting out a high-pitched squeal that sent butterflies into the lers’ stomach. 

“Okay okay, he might die.” Innie smiled down as Minho’s eyes formed crescents, unfiltered joy on his face as he beamed in laughter. 

However, the second the maknae had let him go, he was pinned. “Ohhh, shit.”

Min raised his eyebrows. “You think you can tickle me and just get away with it? I only let one person do that.”

“We all know you have a soft spot for Lix, hyung.” Jeongin rolled his eyes, making Minho scoff. 

“You’re just asking for it, little brat.” He pinned Jeongin’s arms out to the side, leaning in and blowing a buzzing raspberry directly onto Innie’s neck. 

“AGH!! HYUHUHUNG NOHOHO!!” Jeongin squealed, happily kicking his feet and laughing his cute, crinkly laugh. 

Minho only continued, melting Jeongin into a pile of laughter as Chan and Seungmin scrambled over to help, the leader picking to scribble his fingers up under the maknae’s shirt, while the puppy grabbed one ankle and tickled up the arch of Innie’s foot. 

Jeongin screamed, the tickly feelings blended together and left him a puddle of hysterics on the floor as he frantically drummed his feet and was weakened to Minho’s raspberries. 

“NOHOHO!! No—plehease Chahannie noho…” The maknae panted when Chan’s fingers stopped underneath his armpits. He squeaked when they received a poke. 

“Okay, heeeere we go!” Channie announced with a grin, digging into them with a “dudududu” sound effect. 

Jeongin squealed, twisting as loud cackles bubbled out of him. 

“NOHOHOHOT THEHEHEHEHERE!!” He wheezed. “PLEHEHEHEHEASE!!”

The hyung’s only continued their tickly movements until Jeongin’s laughter had silenced, only gasps of air were heard. 

Meanwhile, Chan had let go of the maknae, and Jeongin was panting, strength returning to his body slowly. 

The second Chan tried to stand up, a piercing war cry echoed through the room, courtesy of Jeongin, and he startled. Minho successfully grabbed his arms and pulled him into his lap, with Channie squealing and everything. 

Min wrapped his legs around Chan‘s thigh, handing one arm to each of the maknaes to take. 

“Wait—Min please…I’m sorry.” Chan tried to explain. Minho nodded mockingly. “Bad I forgive you. But you still deserve this, so it’s happening.”

He stretched out Channie’s torso, fingers poised above the eldest’s tummy. 

“Urghh…” Chan shut his eyes from the anticipation, peeking every few seconds. 

Minho kept them there for a few minutes before suddenly descending his hands onto Chris’s hypersensitive upper body.  

Jeongin and Seungmin handled one of his arms, tickling under it until Channie squealed, while Minho got to work. 

Digging into his ribs, scribbling along his chest, counting his abs, Minho did everything he could think of to possible torment their poor leader. 

And how’s Chan reacting to this, you ask? He was not okay. Loud screams and laughter poured from him, his eyes crinkling up in the familiar way it did when he laughed far too much. 

“M-MIHIHHIHINN!!” He pleaded. “IIHHIHITS TOOHO MUHUHUHUCH AHAAHAHAAAAHHAA!!” 

Minho could tell the leader was exhausted from their trip, but refused to sleep anyway. Perhaps this was a way they could tire him out. 

“We’ll stop when you promise to sleep tonight.” Jeongin voiced Minho’s thoughts. 

“BUHUHUT SLEEHEHEEP IS SO BOHOHOHORING!!” Chan squeaked, but only regretting it when the fingers dig deeper into his torso. 

“OKAHAHAHAY!! OKAY OKAY FIHHIHIHINE!! IHILL SLEHEHEHEHEEEP!!”

Finally, the fingers stopped. “Good job, hyung.” Minho murmured, gently caressing Channie’s face to remove all traces of tears. 

“Mmmhmhm...” Came Channie’s reply. 

“Wait. Someone here hasn’t gotten wrecked.” Jeongin noticed Seungmin sneakily trying to leave the room, and immediately grabbed his ankle. 

“We haven’t gotten you yet, have we?”

Seungmin screamed and tried to run, just to get pulled down back onto his soon to be lers’ laps. 

Hands crashed onto his body, some attacking his upper torso while others attacked his thighs. Minnie was thrashing immediately, deep laughter pouring helplessly from his lips. 

“OHOHOHO NOHOHOHO PLEHEHEASEE!!” He squealed, a desperate attempt to satiate their need for his laughter. It didn’t work. 

“Cutie~ Smile for us, baby.” Chan cooed, digging deeper into the puppy’s armpits. 

Mong cackled breathlessly, the hands never let up, only keeping him in his constant hysterics as he twisted and squirmed beneath their grasp.

Minho teasingly dipped a finger into the puppy’s belly button, Seungmin following by throwing his head back and laughing, howled screams pouring from him. 

“STAHAHAHAHAAGHH!!” He wailed before his laughter cut out fully, tears dripping down his cheeks in his mirth. 

After a few very ticklish kisses, the boys laid on the floor, panting and smiling. 

Who got the top bunk in the end, you ask? Well, after everything had happened, they had decided to nap with Lixie and Sungie, only more cackles fueling their ler moods as Jisung screamed with laughter, cheeks red and wet, five pairs of hands wiggling all over his body…

@ksitb

yes the last sentence flustered me wdym

[aloeolvera]

spoilers for up to the latest episode of severance!!!

HSKZBSJANKAJAVSJS AAAAGHHH

just EVERYTHING and its ONLY EPISODE THREE????

I was not on board for - hang on they just dropped the podcast for episode three, be right back

okay i’m back, the whole first half of the podcast episode was dedicated to the goats and gwendoline christie in general. not hating just sad because im so obsessed with this show and have never seen or necessarily cared for GoT 😭 the goats were never the most interesting thing for me, like yeah i want to know for what purpose they serve, but also everything in this cult of a company is odd. why did the public latch onto the goats so much. the goat fan service is so on the nose yet i love it nonetheless because of the execution.

christ so much happened in this episode and the ENDING OH MY GOD white end title cards are so good for what just happened. him finally getting a straight answer about his wife to immediately accepting the risk of him dying from the reintegration just so he can potentially save his wife.

(i swear to the everliving fuck if they pull an orpheus and eurydice i will be on the floor sobbing. like christ the name of the first episode is ‘good news about hell’)

on the topic of reintegration, the science fiction explanation of how severance works is so intriguing to me! its also just so clear cut in its presentation. two separate conscious brain waves out of sync, out of phase. the magnets and the sand, its all just the perfect amount of sci-fi juice that i want for a show like this.

and the fact he was wearing the red pjs like in the intros mmmmmmm

(side note regarding the season two intro: anyone else see the implications of gemma and helly both being inside the exports elevator? whats up with that??)

i think the song choice was incredible too for setting the tone for the rest of the season. it just fucking works so well man. i am absolutely in love with how much ben, adam and everybody working on this show cares so much about it. It absolutely comes through to the end product.

also it could not be ANY CLEARER that it’s HELENA EGAN ON THE SEVERED FLOOR. at least this time around. I’m convinced that for the first day back it was helly just by her reaction with the innie/outie separation. girl FELT what she was saying. and i honest to god think that helena is not just jealous but actively wants to be like helly.

i have so many more thoughts and i’ll come back to process here but MAN.

goodnight innies and outties alike, praise kier or some shit like that

[lilquokka04]

Vaseline

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"You're gonna wipe it off."

You tell him, trying to push him away as you do your night time skin care routine.

"Just one?" He tries to bargain.

"It looks so soft. Please?"

Jeongin pouts and places his chin on your shoulder, hoping to convince you with his cute face if nothing else.

You glance at his face in the mirror but quickly shrug him off, tired of always giving into him.

"Let me finish washing my face and I'll join you in bed."

He lets out a whine but walks out of the bathroom, stomping his way to your bed and practically flopping onto it from the sound the bed makes.

You roll your eyes as a grin makes its way onto your face. You finish drying off your face and walk into the bedroom to see Jeongin sitting with his arms wrapped around your pillow and a cute glare/pout across his face.

"Jeongin. Can I have my pillow back so I can go to bed?"

He shakes his head and lets out a hmph, tightening his arms around the pillow.

You release a sigh but can't help the smile that pulls at your lips at how badly he wants a kiss from you. You climb onto the bed and sit in front of him.

He thinks you're going to take the pillow from him so he turns his body away from you, protecting it and hiding his pout that is quickly dissolving into a frown.

"Baby." You reach out to cup his cheek but he turns his head and cuts you off.

"I just wanted a kiss!" You can hear the sadness behind his voice, making you frown.

"Why won't mommy give me a kiss?"

He lowers his voice as he buries his face in your pillow, tightly squeezing it.

"Was I a bad boy? Did I do something wrong earlier?"

You finally understand what's upsetting him and quickly try to shut down his negative thoughts. You gently pull his chin up and cradle his face in your hands.

"You never did anything wrong Innie. Im not punishing you baby. I just didn't want the vaseline to come off."

He frowns up at you as he sniffs, trying to see if you're being honest with him. You wipe a tear from his cheek and give him a soft peck to the lips, showing him that you aren't upset with him.

His cheeks warm as he wipes the other cheek with his sleeve, his pout making another appearance.

"More." He cutely demands, bringing a smile back to your face.

Greedy baby...

[skzgene]

I.N x Reader Smut. MINORS DNI!!!!

A long day of rehearsing means he needs to let out all of his pent up tension.

Includes scenes of the following - ‘praise kink, light sub x dom, self masturbation, light choking, unprotected sex’

The clock ticks away as you stare at your phone, waiting to hear any sign of that He’s on his way home to you.

You knew he worked late and was constantly on a tight schedule so you were really happy when you knew he would be back to do the simple things like eat dinner with you.

You had prepared a light meal, just some ramen and meat, just how he likes it. Setting up the table with a candle and some flowers to brighten up the room.

‘Gosh, im such a simp’ you thought to yourself.

9pm rolls around pretty quickly and your sat watching tv when you hear a knock on the door, sitting up and looking through the peephole you see his cute little face, he looks drained from rehearsals but you know he would make the most of the time with you.

You open the door and let him inside, but before you could say a word he throws his bag to the floor and his lips lock onto yours.

Its passionate, almost needy, completely sexual and you feel yourself getting hot in places you know he would want to explore.

He places 2 hands on your shoulders slamming the door behind him and pinning you against it, lips still locked on to yours.

Breathlessly you manage to pull away for a slight second.

‘Well, hello to you too’ you mutter, but are cut off by him slamming his lips onto yours once again.

You feel his body pinning yours against the door, your hairs stand on end in pure lust.

‘Hard day?’ You manage to break in between the passionate kisses he is repeatedly fulfilling you with.

‘Yes, but all i need to make it better is you’ he mutters back all the while completely focused on you.

He traces his hand down the sides of your body before using his knee to widen the gap between your legs, pushing his thigh against your now sopping underwear.

The feeling of his thigh pushed up against you automatically makes you grind against it, his grey sweatpants slowly turning a darker shade from the wet trails you are leaving all over them.

You throw your head back as he pushes his thigh further upwards towards you, making the pressure almost unbareable, his lips still locked on to yours. Hes almost needy, theres so much angst in his kisses, you know all he wants right now is to get off and who would you be to refuse him that.

He grabs your hips between his big hands and forces you down further into his thigh, rocking them back and forth to grind you into his leg.

You moan under breathless gasps as he inches his lips closer to your ear.

‘Dont you dare cum’ he whispers to you.

The words have nothing but the opposite intended effect when you feel yourself clench at the sound of his breathy voice in your ear, his hot breath on your neck and his hands still grinding you against his leg.

By now his sweatpants are completely covered in your slick juices.

You pick up the pace against his knee, feeling his now rock hard erection rubbing against your leg, it gets you off even more.

You cant help but lose it when he starts to nibble against your neck.

‘I-innie’ you mutter. ‘Im gonna’..

Your words are cut off by the lack of sensation before you realise he has completely removed his body from pinning you against the wall and is now standing just in front of you.

‘You really think i was going to just let you ride my thigh until you finish?’ He smirks. Walking over to the dining table, which is laid with a single candle and a vase of his favourite flowers.

‘Come here and ride me properly’

He takes the flowers and places them on the kitchen counter, before blowing out the candle and perching himself on the edge.

The look on his face is one of need, lust, pure sexual angst. Your eyes hover down to where his trousers leave nothing to the imagination, and just off to the side, still a large patch of wet juice from your own body.

Your actually slightly embarrassed at how hot he can make you with nothing but his thigh!

You begin walking towards him, sliding your knitted jumper off over your head, exposing your chest to him. Which gives him nothing but ideas.

‘Wait.’ He stops you in your tracks.

‘Show me how you want me to touch you’

You pause, silently thinking about what on earth he just asked you to do.. it really must of been a hard day at the office.

But with little to no hesitation you walk over, sliding your panties off and throwing them to the side, before sitting on the dining table.

he pulls out a dining chair and sits himself on it, right in between your legs.

You prop your feet up on each side of the chair looking him up and down before running your fingers over your wet slit.

His face is head height with your most intimate parts and boy is he loving the view.

You slide a finger inside of yourself and start to move it inside and out of you.

‘How does it feel?’ He asks. Sliding his waistband down and over his now throbbing cock, he begins to wrap his hand around himself, pumping himself slowly along with your own rhythm.

‘You would feel better’ you tease.

In a swift motion he stands from his chair, pushing you down onto the table before forcing himself inside of you, fast & hard.

‘FUCK’ you scream out breathlessly. ‘Oh my god innie’

‘Well, lets not waste time’ he looks down at you.

He runs his hands up your thighs, still inside you, but no thrusting or any motion, just still.

Letting you conform to his size and length, his hands get to your waist and he slides you down slightly so your ass is slightly off the table.

He slides himself out of you so just the tip of him is inside, looking down at him inside of you really gets him going, he lets out a slight moan before slowly gliding himself back in with ease.

‘So, do i feel better?’ He asks, almost shyly.

‘So much better’ you reply ‘let out all your tension on me cutie’

Hearing the words cutie always gets him going, theres just something about the way he fucks you like an absolute animal in private. but smiles still so sweet when your around anyone else.

His eyes close slightly as he picks up the pace, holding you by your thighs, your calves over his shoulders as he grinds himself into you over and over again.

From the combination of what happened earlier and how close you were, topped with the feeling of his head hitting your sweet spot you could just climax right now, but you try to hold it in to let him have his time.

He pounds into you over and over letting out slight moans every now and then, his hands frantically pinching at your hip bones, breasts, thighs.. anywhere he can get to.

His pace slows slightly and you feel him pull out of you, replacing his thrusts with his fingers.

He inserts two, curling them upwards inside of you and circling motions along your Gspot. Within seconds, you feel your body convulse and you reach your high.

He holds your hand with his free hand as you coat his fingers with your juices.

Sliding them out and placing them into his own mouth.

‘Fuck, i could cum at the taste’ he groans.

You sit up, propping yourself on your elbows and look at him standing in front of you, hes still standing rock solid completely naked from the waist down.

‘Why did you stop?’ You ask almost moody.

He turns and walks towards the bedroom.

‘Who said i stopped’ he chuckles.

Motioning with his hand for you to follow him, of course, you do as he demands.

You reach the bedroom and he positions himself behind you, pushing you down onto the bed face down against the sheets.

He hovers over the top of you as you raise your hips slightly, pressing your ass firmly against his cock, wiggling slightly.

He places a hand on the small of your back before entering you once more from behind.

He thrusts into you over and over, the sound of your ass smacking against his pelvis travels around the room.

‘Fuck’ he moans. ‘Your such a good girl letting me take all of this frustration out on you’

His words make you clench around him

And he moans harder.

‘Yes baby, tighten yourself around me’ he sighs

His words do nothing but get you even closer to your now second climax before you release your juices all over him once more.

‘Cum for me innie’ you moan his name under a flutter of breathless moans.

He pulls out, turning you around onto your back before placing himself in between your thighs, you wrap your legs around his waist and pull him in closer to you. Using no hands his dick seamlessly glides back into you, he throws his head back and lets out the sexiest noise you think you may of ever heard.

You run your hands over his chest and down his torso, letting your fingers glide over every perfectly carved muscle.

Your juices cover the lower part of his torso and just above his pelvis.

You look up at him, his sweat clinging to his forehead, making his hair stick to the sides of his face, his dimples poke through the sheer animalistic look in his eyes. This is the jeongin that you love the most, just you, him & the sexual chemistry.

He grinds into you over and over almost shuddering with every stroke, he gets closer and closer to his climax, and so do you.

He places a hand around your throat as he fucks every last breath out of you, keeping eye contact the entire time, when hes like this hes just so intimidating and he makes you feel so submissive. You would do anything, absolutely anything for him if it meant you got to experience this every day.

He leans in closer so his torso is against yours, his weight heavy against your chest.

‘Im close’. He whispers to you, ‘do you want me to fill you up’ he smirks.

You say nothing but nod as your eyes roll back into your head.

your noses slightly touch as he plants a longing kiss on your lips, taking one in between two teeth and biting down on it gently, but firmly. The smell of sex fills the room, along with his musky smell of perfume and sweat from his rehearsals today. He thrust a few more times before he grips your sides with his hands, his nails digging in to your skin before he releases his thick creamy load inside of you.

‘Oh my g-god’ his breath falters.

You use a finger to wipe the sweat from his forehead, moving a strand of hair from off his face.

‘Dinners gone cold’ you huff playfully.

‘Shut up’ he laughs, cuddling into your stomach.

‘This was definitely better than your cooking anyway’ he teases.

‘HEY! My cooking isnt that bad!’ You slap him on the shoulder jokingly.

But in reality.. not even the best chef, could feed all of your senses as much as he does.

[hearted-anon]

First time for everything, I guess.

Words: 1047

T/w: none?? pinning I suppose

Note: method was my mom’s

Lee: Felix

Ler: Jeongin

Felix groaned in pain, waddling aimlessly around the dance studio in an attempt to soothe the piercing pain that was jammed somewhere on his back. He’s tried everything, from electric massages to flopping on the floor like he was a steamed fish, nothing worked to ease the throbbing on his back. Just as he threw himself onto the couch with a loud cry, Jeongin wandered in, slamming his bottle down in a corner to temporarily collect dust.

“Lixie~ Oh- you alright, hyung?” Jeongin’s lovely singing was cut off when he saw the distressed state the blonde was in, quickly jogging over to kneel at his side. Felix only whimpered in pain as a response, meekly reaching for his back to signal the source of all his problems. Hissing in sympathy, the fox slowly lifted up the chick’s shirt to get a good look at the injury, only to see a huge bruise at the side of his lower back.

“Hurts…” Felix whimpered quietly, curling up from the pain with a cry when Jeongin traced along the angry injury with a sympathetic expression. Hearing footsteps retreat, the older’s eyes lidded for a moment before nearly screaming his lungs on when he felt a warm, warm feeling directly on the injury. Barely managing to get a glimpse, he saw the younger who had zoomed back in with a small cloth wrapped around what felt like an..egg? He supposed that’s what his parents taught the maknae, and he wanted to curse every swear from how effective it was; causing terrifying pain to shoot through him.

“I-Is it working?” The fox below him shyly asked, still rubbing the warmed egg onto the injured back. Felix only grunted in a somewhat approval, not wanting to tell the maknae how excruciatingly painful his method was; there was a first time for everything, he guessed, especially when it came to his loving maknae who was utterly trying his best.

“Y-YeaHAHA! Innie!” Just as the Aussie was about to agree with the method of curing his bruise, feeling the swelling begin to calm, he felt nails scrape over his side gently, earning a panicked squeal. Jeongin suddenly went radio silent, continuing to press the clothed egg into his back while his other hand went over to torment the chick’s side without question. Even if Felix tried to squirm, he found the ‘cure’ ensuring he’d stay put, wanting the pain to subside; but the ticklish sensations were unbearable!

“t-Thahat tickles! Plehehease!” The older whimpered, snorting when the blunt nails spidered up and down his spine, making him pound the couch in a desperate attempt to remain still. That’s when he finally heard mischievous snickers from his ‘ever loving’ maknae, who removed the egg for a moment, making Felix whimper in pain once more. Gently rolling him over into his stomach, Jeongin took a slow seat onto the backs of the Aussie’s thighs, who began to protest at the situation.

“Arghahah! Jeongin!” The chick squealed when he felt lips brush against the warm surface of his recovering injury, the fox scrunching up his nose from the strong smell of egg. Continuing his journey, he paid special attention to particularly purple spots on his back, making sure to press lightly against it to reduce the pain factor as much as he could; and god was it torture. It wasn’t helping that the maknae remained pin drop silent throughout the entire process, leaving Felix to hear his laughter ring through the empty dance room.

“Ohoho my gohohodness!” Felix exclaimed when nails came back to run up and down his sides lazily, making him squirm like a dog trying to catch its tail, only to squeak when he ends up pressing his back more into Jeongin’s ticklish kisses. Clawing at the couch, he futilely tried to escape, shaking his head when the maknae brushed his hair all over the older’s spine, the brown hair torturing him ever so gently.

“Is my massage working?” Jeongin asked innocently, batting his eyelashes as if Felix could even see it happening, but it just placed butterfly kisses all over the healing bruise, causing snorts to erupt from below the fox. Grinning happily at the reaction, the hands shifted over to Yongbok’s neck, tracing patterns along his upper back, causing the older to arch his back in ticklish agony.

“Yehehes yes! J-Just noho more!” Felix whined, unable to scrunch his shoulders to block out the fingers that tormented his entire spine to no end, binded to the couch like glue. Eventually succumbing to the sensations, the chick pressed his cheek into the soft fabric in resignation, hiccuping and giggling his heart off. Blonde hair covered his face like a runny egg yolk, a bright pink complementing the hair to create a pretty blend; not to mention the crescent crinkled eyes to match the sunshine above him. Finally satiated by the mess he’s created of the Aussie, he carefully climbed off the older, lifting him up into a big hug, still mindful of the bruise that now finally looked less like a rotting grape.

“Feeling any better?” Jeongin finally came to genuinely ask, concern laced into his eyes when he saw the dazed expression on the older’s face. Brushing the forest of blonde hair aside, he smiled so widely he thought his face would genuinely split in half from how fond he was at the dark red blush that was all over the Aussie’s face and down to his neck, what was not to like about that?

“Ah..mmh…better, actually..thank you.” Felix groaned, but it changed to a surprised hum when he felt that his back no longer felt like it was going to split into half from pure pain, was Jeongin’s egg and tickle method really that effective? Maybe he had to try it on Changbin sometime, for scientific purposes of course. Giggling in satisfaction, the fox tackled the chick to the couch, snuggling his head onto the pillowy chest; he had originally come here just to cuddle with his favourite angel.

Running a calloused hand through the chocolate hair, Felix could only grin sheepishly when other members popped by, wondering why Felix was eating a hard boiled right in the middle of the afternoon, and without any condiments nor side dishes.

[st4rwon]

dates w skz

maknae line x reader (separate)

hyung line ver.

warnings: none that i’m aware of!

jisung 지성

han takes you on arcade dates at least once a month

he is definitely a bit competitive

but likes to let you win just so he can see your pretty smile

both of you have every two player game they have

tried to win you things from the claw machine to impress you

but half the time it doesn’t work

loves to buy you stupid things with the tickets you earn

he’ll buy you stuffed animals, yo-yos, tiny trinkets, you name it

you have a small area on your desk where you keep all the stuff he’s gotten you

“we should definitely name him sam” you said, smiling at the bear jisung had gotten you “what the fuck, no” you shot his a look of disappointment “what’s wrong with sam?” “it’s hyunjin hyung’s english name, there’s no way you’re naming him that” “aww you jealous ji?” you said poking him as his cheeks heated up “whatever, let’s just think of a better name for our child” you giggled at his words “alright you baby”

other members under the cut!

felix 페릭스

picnic dates!! or cafe dates

always comes to pick you up with a bouquet of flowers (each time they are different and they always have a meaning to them) and some chocolates

such a sweetheart

constant compliments

“you look so pretty baby” “ooh that necklace is so pretty! isn’t it the one i got you?”

makes sure you’re enjoying the date and always caters to your needs

“oh you’re not feeling well? well let’s just stay inside then, i’m sure we can still find something fun to do”

makes you smile so much that your mouth hurts

“felix how did you find this place??” you said looking at the beautiful flower field around you. “i have my ways” he giggled “i’ll take it as you like it?” felix questioned “like it? i love it! i get to spend the day with my favorite boy and be in such an amazing place place!”

seungmin 승민

night time dates

seungmin really enjoys the atmosphere at night

it’s quiet, you can hear the insects, and the wind blows just enough to keep you from getting hot

he likes taking you on walks, sometimes around the neighborhood, or around the park

he likes the fact that he is able to see your face illuminated by the streetlights

though whenever he finds you to be a bit too cute he moves away so that his blush is hidden

little does he know that you’ve caught on to this and mentally give yourself a pat in the back for getting the kim seungmin embarrassed

you and seungmin walked hand in hand, walking towards the park that you typically went to. it was by the convenience store so the two of you would typically grab some snacks and go sit in the field. “minnie” you spoke, grabbing your boyfriend’s attention. he turned his head towards you in response, “you look so pretty today” you said grabbing his arm, pulling it next to you. seungmin lifted the mask further up his face, “no darkness for you to hide your blush today” you snickered. “you knew?” he questioned, “of course! i always pay attention to you” you said proudly, but before you could speak again you felt yourself falling forward, you held tightly onto seungmin’s arm. he swiftly pulled you up with both arms, now it was his time to laugh. “maybe most more attention to yourself pretty”

jeongin 정인

100% shopping dates

all the time!

tbh you guys actually don’t buy many things

it’s just fun to be around each other and try of different clothes to see what styles look good

you’ve definitely bribed him to buy matching clothes a couple times

but how could you not? they were so perfect for the two of you!

whenever you go to the mall, you’ll both run around different stores until you get tired and end up in the food court

jeongin is so happy to have someone that loves his passion for fashion just as much as he does

he’ll also keep in mind what your eyes are on, so that he is able to buy them as future gifts

“innie you need to try this on!” you said dragging him towards a rack, “ooh i love the color” he said, picking it up by the hanger. you both walked over to the dressing room and tried on your respected clothing. “looks nice…” jeongin said, as you twirled around showing him your outfit, “but i feel like the color clashes with you, it doesn’t fit your personality. the outfit you put on earlier complimented your skin tone perfectly! it really brought out all my favorite features on you” “really??” you asked surprised, “i thought it pointed out some of my flaws…” you mumbled. “baby you’re flawless in my eyes, and trust me with this. this color suits you really well! lets find some more” jeongin smiled. “let me go change back,” you said turning to the dressing room, “wait you haven’t tried on your clothes yet” you frowned. “it’s okay, i can always shop later. i wanna get something special for you first”

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[abbatoirablaze]

Deal With The Devil, Chapter 13

Word Count: 1.5k

Warnings:  mentions of torture, graphic depictions of mutilation/torture/death, murder, mentions of blood.

“You should have called me sooner!”

Tony glared at his former brother-in-law, “I don’t need to tell you anything, Rogers.”

His jaw clenched, “Inez is-“

“Not your wife!” he reminded him, cutting him off. 

Steve’s nostrils flared, “she’s pregnant-“

“With Barnes’ baby,” he reminded him, cutting him off yet again, “is there any other idiotic reasoning that you want to try to use on me to suggest that I should have told you that a bullet caught Barnes?”

“I care about them both, Tony.”

“Really?” he scoffed, “because you disappeared the day you married my sister with one of your lieutenant’s wives.  You didn’t come home for days when she tried to wait for you.  And then my sister came up and told me that not only had you cheated on her multiple times, but also that you tricked her and Barnes into having sex as a ‘hall pass’ for her so you wouldn’t feel as guilty.  You’re lucky that I didn’t call a hit out on you for your bullshit, Rogers.”

Steve glared at Tony. 

“Don’t give me that look, Steve,” he growled, “you’re lucky I called you at all.  Inez thinks that you were the one that ordered the hit on Barnes because they cut you out of the relationship.”

Steve’s glare fell from his face, “what?”

“You heard me!”

“I-I would never…I love Buck just as much as-“

“What the hell is he doing here?”

Steve’s heart fell to the floor as he looked at her, “Inny-“

“Don’t call me that, Steve,” she hissed, before turning to her older brother and giving him a mean look, “did you call him?”

“Inez…you and I both know that he didn’t-“

“It’s his fault that the man I love almost died today!” she hissed, glaring at him, “he has no right to be here.  He had his chances.”

“Inez-“

“I don’t want you here, Steve!” she replied, cutting off any chance of him arguing with her, “and I don’t want Bucky to see you here.  You need to leave!”

Tony was shocked to see the younger man’s face fall.  But he was even more surprised when the normally witty and argumentative man quietly took his leave, leaving himself and his sister in the hall, waiting by the nurses station together.

“You shouldn’t have called him, Tony!”

“Inez-“

“I don’t want to hear it,” she hissed, “I know that you thought what you were doing was the right thing to do, but it wasn’t.  Bucky and I made it clear.  He never came back.  So we moved on without him.  We have to remain that way if we want to be serious about our relationship.  We can’t let Steve back in.”

“Inez…Bucky’s calling for you!”

Inez turned back towards the door to Bucky’s room down the hall, where Pepper was standing.  She gave her sister-in-law a nod before turning back to her brother, “look…I know you don’t think that Steve did it, but I’m not sure, okay?”

“Why would Steve do that to him, huh?”

“To teach us a lesson,” she frowned, “just because…I don’t know.  Steve doesn’t always have a reason that makes sense, Tony!”

“All I’m saying is that his reasoning is why you and Barnes are together in the first place…” he shrugged, “maybe…just maybe you should hear him out.  He’s been miserable since he got back and read the letter from you and Barnes.  When you two were out on your honeymoon he and I talked a lot about it.”

“We’re not talking about this now, Tony!” she frowned, “I’m going to check on Bucky…please, don’t talk to Steve about me or him again.”

“I swear to god, if you don’t tell me what you know, you’re going to be in a hundred pieces at the bottom of the Hudson, you stupid bitch!”

“Steve...”

Steve groaned, rolling onto his stomach, his hand slipping up over his face to hide from the light filtering in between the windows, “Go away!”

“Steve, you need to get up!”

Steve swatted at the air, and something wet hit the side of his face. 

“That’s all I know!” the woman screamed as Steve took the hammer and swung as hard as he could at the juncture of her knee.  There was a sickening crunch as the hammer collided with the ligaments and bone and blood exploded from the splitting skin, “PLEASE!”

“Not good enough!” he hissed, tapping the hammer against his own leg lightly, dirtying his chinos with her blood.  His free hand reached up and tapped against her skull, “come on, Bishop.  You’re going to have to do a whole hell of a lot better if you want me to stop!”

“Steve...you’re covered in blood!”

Steve froze as he heard her voice, “Inez?”

“Come on, punk!” Bucky growled as he opened the bathroom door.  Steve could hear the faint sound of the shower going, “you need to get cleaned up.”

He turned over and squinted past the light that seemed to illuminate her figure.  He sat up in disbelief, “Inez...Buck?  what are you doing here?”

“That’s it!” she repeated, sobbing as Steve continued to interrogate her, “that’s it...please!”

“NOT GOOD ENOUGH!” he screamed in her face, bringing the hammer down once more, this time on her hand a final time. 

Her scream echoed throughout the warehouse, almost as much as the hammer colliding with the mutilated mound of flesh that used to be her hand and the mixture of cartilage, bone, and human sludge that had fused to the arm of the chair. 

“WHAT DO YOU WANT ME TO SAY?” she wailed, “I’LL SAY WHATEVER YOU WANT, ROGERS.  TELL ME WHAT YOU WANT TO HEAR?”

“I WANT THE TRUTH GOD DAMN IT!”

“You need to get cleaned up, punk.  Get up!” Bucky repeated, “I can’t lift you because I only have one good arm right now, and I’m not letting Inez get whoever’s blood you got on you onto her.”

“A-are you okay, Buck?” he asked quickly, “I tried to-”

“Get up, Steve!”

“She doesn’t know anything, boss!” Sam frowned, looking at the tortured and mutilated woman, “she’s just a low-level errand bitch for Barton...she wouldn’t know if he did anything!”

Steve looked over his shoulder to the young woman who was already on death’s doorstep, “you might be right on that...but Barton’s going to learn one way or another...I have the feeling it was him.  He was beyond pissed when Tony turned down his proposal for Inez...”

“So was Odinson boss...”

“Thor doesn’t have the balls to pull it off!” he frowned, “I know it was Barton...and he’s going to get the message that you don’t play around with my loved ones.”

“I’m so sorry it happened to you, Buck!” Steve frowned, tears pricking at the corners of his eyes while he looked at his best friend, “Buck...I never wanted you to get hurt.”

“We can talk about it after we get you cleaned up, Steve!”

“Buck...I don’t want to talk about it later!” he frowned, cupping his friend’s face in his hands, “Buck...I love you...”

“Alright...I’ve got Steve’s sheets in the fireplace, so the evidence with the blood-what the hell is going on in here?”

Bucky swallowed as he looked between Inez and Steve, while his face was still between Steve’s hands. 

Meanwhile, Inez looked at Bucky and Steve.  Steve was halfway in the shower, soaking wet, and partially still covered in the blood from whatever it was that he’d done the previous night.  But he was holding Bucky’s face firmly in his hands, staring at the older male desperately. 

“I don’t want to lose you two!” Steve answered after a moment, “I love Bucky, Inez....and I love you...and I-”

“Steve, stop!”

Steve froze, almost as if on cue. 

“Inez-”

“We talked about this, James...”

Bucky frowned and removed Steve’s hands from his face, “honey...he does love us...I know that you know that too.”

“I do!” Steve said quickly, “Inny-”

“Steve, shut up!” she hissed.  Steve immediately stopped talking once again and she turned towards Bucky, “James...you know how hurt we felt when he never came home...how he could never tell you just how he felt about the both of us.  How he never touched us.”

“I know, Inez,” he said gently, walking over to her, “but we both decided that we should come over after Sam called...you know that he still loves us...”

Steve sniffled, his jaw tightening as he handed Sam the recording, “Make sure this gets to Barton...and make sure that someone finds her in the bay first thing in the morning.  Throw her on the edge of the trail.”

“You got it, Steve!”

Steve turned away from the corpse.

Kate Bishop sat tied to the chair, a majority of her bones having been broken with a hammer, but a special little ode to Barton with her own arrow piercing her skull as the final death blow.

While Steve had been a brute in his tactics, and he knew that Barton would recognize just who was the one who killed his little protege, he wanted to make sure that Barton felt the loss just as deeply, by killing Kate with her own personal favored weapon. 

“You need help, Steve...”

“I need you and Buck...” he answered, “please....please don’t leave me, Inny.” 

Chapter 14

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[mixtape-racha]

if you don't know | yang jeongin

☆ part 8/8 of the 5 seconds of stray kids series ☆

words: 1.03k // warnings: friends to nothing, unrequited love, angst

“go ahead, y/n, rip my fucking heart out - show me you think love's all about!”

as jeongin’s eyes brimmed with tears, could you ever be sure of your feelings for him?

you and jeongin had always had a strange relationship. being best friends practically since birth, you both knew each other better than anyone. but god, if you knew that would be your downfall, would you have changed anything.

it started as harmless flirting, playing into everyone’s idea that you were dating. from there, it progressed into being each other’s first kiss - because you were both young and inexperienced, and who better to trust than your best friend? then making out almost every time you’d been drinking. then hooking up on the down low. but, honestly - why wouldn’t you? jeongin was hot, you weren’t blind. and you were both available, but not wanting relationships. just two best friends helping each other scratch an itch, when has that ever gone wrong?

but things changed, so slowly that you barely noticed. jeongin had been clingier - and he was always clingy with you, so getting worse was an accomplishment in itself. he never even looked at other girls, let alone spoke to them. and his reaction to you telling him about a recent hookup was the finishing touch.

“jeongin… you know we’re just friends, right? we could never be anything more?” you asked softly, scanning his face for a response as he turned away and put all of his attention to the tv in front of him.

“yeah, i know. that's why we’re only hooking up, not dating, obviously.” he replied nonchalantly.

you let out a silent sigh of relief, but little did you know that jeongin’s heart was breaking on the other end of the couch. he’d been in love with you for as long as he could remember, and as a disciple of 90’s tv shows and movies, he had put all hope into the idea of you becoming best friends with benefits and you’d inevitably fall in love with him. he realized now the idea was futile, but he was selfish when it came to you. so selfish, in fact, that even if it was just no-strings-attached hookups - on your end, at least - he’d hold onto that. keep you as his for as long as he could.

however, slowly he began distancing himself. he knew that eventually your agreement would come to an end, and he wanted to avoid the hurt as much as he could. yeah, he was selfish, but even keeping you around as a friend when you eventually crumbled his heart up into a thousand pieces would be too much to bare.

it took you over a week to notice his distance, he realized. over a week of barely answering his messages, not hanging out, and no sex. he began to doubt himself over it. was he that replaceable? did you not miss his presence in your life? but, in reality, it was the opposite. you noticed him distancing himself from you, and it wasn’t hard for you to guess why. given the severity of the situation, you wanted to allow him his space, to not push him. you just didn’t realize he’d misjudge your intentions.

when jeongin knocked on your door at 2 in the morning, obviously having had alcohol earlier in the evening, you were surprised. you were even more surprised when he let himself in, the lights in your hallway showing his puffy cheeks and red eyes, indicating that he had been crying.

“oh, innie,” you cooed, sleep still plaguing your voice. “what’s wrong?”

“do you love me?” his voice, stern and resounding, cut you off and made you stop in your tracks. what was this about?

“of course, i love you, innie. you’re my best friend.”

he sighed harshly, running his hands through is hair as he paced through your living room.

“you know thats not what i mean. do you love me, (y/n)? i need to know.”

your heart broke at the state he was in. really, you wanting nothing more than to love him the way he loved you. you’d tried - tried to learn to love him, to see him as more than a friend, but all your efforts were in vain. jeongin was your dearest friend, and nothing more.

“jeongin… i–i don’t know what you want me to say. i can’t tell you something just because its what you want to hear…” your voice cracking, giving away your heartbreak at what you knew the outcome of this would be.

you didn’t want to lose jeongin, never. but you knew that this would be too hard for him. you just hoped that maybe, somewhere in the future, you could settle the differences that drove you apart and become what you used to be. best friends.

he scoffed, and the look on his face was similar to pure disgust.

“so all i am to you is an easy fuck, right? someone you can shag, and then drop for the next guy who wants you in his bed?”

you gasped at his words, even though you understood he was only speaking out of pain. his words were cutting, and even the way he looked at you had you on the verge of tears.

“you know that’s not true. if at any point you said you wanted more, you know i would’ve stopped sleeping with you. it was never supposed to be more than that.”

you were shaking, praying to any and every god that jeongin would see sense. that he would sit and talk it out calmly with you. but it never worked that way, did it? not when jeongin was looking at you like you held the key to his heart and had just thrown it away.

“right. of course not.”

clearly not having any more to say, he stormed back across the living room and towards the front door, with you hot on his tail and begging him to stop - to not leave like this.

“see you around, i guess. i really hope that one day you realize you’ve just lost the one person that everyone knew you wanted, except you.”

as he slammed the door behind him, making you jump, you mulled his words over in your head. was he right? were you lying to yourself, and everyone else? but it didn’t matter, anyway. you were too late.

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