#pretty little lears

[callixton]

reading this lear adaptation & the thing is that edmund in every single version of lear makes me go :((((( edmund :(((((((

[patricia-taxxon]

Attempting to extend sympathy to my younger self via self insert fiction.

"Hello there!"

I looked up from the lunchbox on my lap towards the source of the sudden loud voice, standing four or so feet away from me was a… dog? He stood on two legs, an eager look on his face. I looked around, none of the other kids were nearby.

"Hello?" I said back, a little confused.

"My name is Paul! What is your name?" The dog replied, both in an oddly formal tone of voice and… loudly, even though he was close enough to grab.

"My name's Bradley." I said, and went back to my PB&J.

"How old are you, Bradley?" asked Paul, in that same babyish but too-formal tone, almost like a robot.

"I'm eleven." I replied, without looking up.

"I'm ten!" He said back. "Nice to meet you!"

Several seconds passed, and he didn't move or look away. I realized he was waiting for me to say something.

"Nice to meet you too, Paul." His tail twitched as I said that, but he quickly moved his paw behind him to hold it in place until it settled. "Sorry," He said, before asking another question. "What do you like to do?"

His awkward storybook-speaking was offputting to me, but no one ever talked to me at recess, especially not completely out of nowhere like this. I answered his question, "I like playing Smash Bros," but I don't know why I thought of that first. I didn't really feel like finishing my lunch, I started to pack it away for later.

"What's that?" He said back. Was that a joke? He looked curious.

"Uh… it's a game, you can play as different Nintendo characters and fight each other." I waited for him to respond, but he was still listening. "You can uh… you can be Sonic."

"That's really cool!" He said. "Can I sit next to you?"

"Hm? Oh, okay, I guess." I replied. The dog's tail instantly sprung to life, and he once again moved his paw to stop it. "Sorry," he said, and moved swiftly to sit on the bench next to me, a bit closer than I thought he would. He looked up towards me like he wanted me to keep talking, or… it looked like he was looking at the top of my head, I wasn't sure.

Instead of explaining Smash Bros anymore, I asked a question myself to take the pressure off. "What do you like to play?" Paul blinked and his ears perked up. "I like Marble Blast Gold!" He almost yelped out, before drawing back. "But… shhh, don't tell anyone. I'm not supposed to talk about it."

That didn't make any sense. "Huh? What does that mean?" I asked.

"It's the best game ever, you like… you roll, and you have to… like, you have to get to the end. Uh." He stammered. "But I'm not… I'm not allowed to play it anymore, my teachers said I'm too obsessed."

"That's bullshit." I spat.

"Yeah!!" He yelled, leaping up onto his haunches, tail wagging up a storm, until he noticed again, and pressed his paw to stop it. "Sorry." he said.

"Why are you doing that?" I asked.

"Doing what?"

"Stopping your tail." I pointed to his butt. "Aren't you like… a dog, or something?"

Paul cocked his head like I asked him a really stupid question. "Yeah? Why." He said, carefully.

We stared at each other for another couple of seconds. I didn't know how to word my questions without sounding awkward. "I've met a lot of… dogs, and wagging tails is pretty normal." I felt insane saying it out loud.

"Well I'm special!" Paul beamed. "I can talk, I can stand on two legs!" He got up and stood upon the bench, barely reaching eye level with me. "I'm in a class for special dogs only." He bumped a fist on his chest.

"Oh… okay." I said, not really understanding. I guess the rules were different for dogs that talk. It felt weird watching him do that though, and saying sorry for it too. "Are special dogs… not supposed to wag?" I asked.

"Yeah. No wagging." He replied. "'Cus humans don't wag."

"But humans don't have tails in the first place." I looked behind myself to check. "So you don't actually know if humans would wag or not, right?" I was getting seriously weirded out by this conversation, but I just kinda kept going. "How'd you learn to talk, anyways?" I asked, Paul looked like he was processing what I said very slowly.

"Like I said, I'm special." Paul repeated. "I'm learning how to make it disappear, like everyone else. First I gotta learn how to keep it still, though, so the magic works."

"Magic?" I said back to him. I mean, it wasn't all that weird compared to meeting a talking dog, but the word still threw me off.

"Yeah, lookit!" The dog hopped off the bench, hunched over with his back facing me, and started screaming like he was about to go super saiyan. I didn't know what I was supposed to be looking at, I was too startled. I might have been imagining things, but I think I saw his tail slowly retracting into his body like a lazy snake.

"Paul! What the fuck are you doing??" I shouted, but instead of responding, Paul just… went silent and flopped onto his side. I quickly rushed over, yelling "Are you okay? What just happened?" I looked over his body, flat on the asphalt. His tail had grown all the way back and… his body shrunk. His head was halfway tucked into his shirt like a turtle. His paws barely poked out of his sleeves, pointing directly forward from his body. He didn't look like a kid anymore, he looked like a dog that someone stuffed into some kid's clothes.

After a second, I thought it wouldn't hurt to poke him. "Paul? Recess is almost over." I poked at his chest, and he rolled onto his back limply. I suddenly felt silly trying to talk to him, like I was trying to reason with a pet. I tried a different approach, I clapped my hands and rapped on my knees. "Hey! Up! Food!"

Paul's eyes shot open, and he sneezed, before wiggling his legs to right himself. He took an instant and a half to realize where he was, and he suddenly cowered, looking straight at me, shivering. "Hey, what's wrong?" I whispered. He looked side to side, back at his own doggish body, and back to me. He blinked, looking like he was about to run away.

"No, no, it's okay." I tried to be reassuring, I'd never had a dog before so I didn't really know what I was doing. I almost forgot that I'd just been talking about Smash Bros with him. "Uh… do you like granola bars?" His ears perked up, and his tail swayed, his new… anatomy making it hard to reach back and stop it this time. I grabbed my backpack from behind me and rummaged through it for leftovers, I got the other of the two bars inside the wrapper, the one I didn't eat, and held it out in front of me. Paul approached me slowly, his nose twitching. "Can you… eat this, even?" I asked, as he sniffed the crumbly rectangle. He licked it soon after, and started nibbling and snarfing after that. I watched carefully, scared to make any sudden moves.

Paul looked up at me again, and I noticed his eyes were a little different. More definition, like I could tell a little more what he was feeling. His new eyes looked concerned, like he was waiting for me to do something bad. He reached up with a paw, it was looking a bit more like a hand now. I let go, and he held the bar himself as he munched away, sitting plainly on his knees.

"What was that all about?" I asked.

"Maghic." The dog said through a full mouth.

"That was magic?" I replied. "I saw your tail shrink, I'm pretty sure."

Paul swallowed. "How much?"

I thought back, the image was still clear in my head. "Like… barely at all. A couple inches?"

"Aw…" He looked disappointed in himself.

We sat in silence for a bit, but there was a question I wanted to ask. "Why do you want to get rid of your tail? Like… that looked painful."

"Mrs. Millie said I can go to the regular class if I can turn human," the talking dog said, proudly.

"You're pretty bad at that." I chuckled, reaching out to ruffle his ears without thinking. Paul looked like he was about to take it personally, but suddenly lost his train of thought as my hand touched his head. "Bwuhhf…" He woofed under his breath, his tail twitched and his paws lost their thumbs again. I quickly pulled my hand back, "Sorry! I didn't…" Paul's eyes took a second to form together again, and he looked right at me, "That wasn't fair." he whined, but his tail was still wagging.

"You really are a dog!" I said, glancing sneakily behind him. Paul followed my gaze to his own tail, yelped, and quickly pressed it down with both paws.

"Oh, come on, stop it." I joked. "It's psyching me out, it looks like it hurts when you hold your tail in place like that."

Paul turned his head back at me. "It doesn't… hurt," he said, slowly and surely.

"Hm. Whatever you say." I got up and went back on the bench. After I turned around to sit down, Paul was already running towards me. I didn't have any time to think before he bounded into my lap and butted his head into my chest while his tail went crazy. The impact knocked the wind out of me, but he was pretty small, I got it back in just a second. Paul yipped and barked, maybe there were some normal words in there too, but I couldn't understand it. This is where I realized he wasn't a very special dog after all, I think he was just normal.

I scratched behind his head and stroked his back through those baggy clothes, and this time he didn't mind. He might have been crying, it was hard to tell, I didn't really know what dog crying looked like. Eventually, he settled down. I couldn't feel his shoulders anymore, he seemed in danger of falling out of his shorts if he wasn't careful. I had a dog in my lap, an extremely normal dog. He stretched his body up and rested his head on my shoulder. "I like you, Bradley." He said, a little too slowly, and a little too loudly. I didn't know what to say to that, he barely knew me. This was all very weird. "You're a good dog." I said back, just because it felt right.

I could feel Paul's body shaping up into a more human posture again as he regained composure. He let go, turned to the side, and sat down on the bench next to me again, staring at his paws in his lap. I leaned over, "You okay?" I asked. He didn't answer, he just put his paw on my wrist and started twirling the hair under my sleeve.

I quickly jerked my hand away and covered the hairy skin. "Don't look at that!" I snapped.

"You have fur too!" Paul yelled.

"No, no, that's hair. I'm just…" I didn't want to explain, it was too embarrassing. I looked like I had my dad's arms, I hoped that no one would see. "It's a condition."

"Oh. Okay." Paul stared into the distance again. We sat in silence for another couple awkward seconds before the bell rang.

"Bye, Bradley." the dog said, scampering off.

"Bye, Paul." I waved after him, being sure to hold my sleeve up with my other hand.

[nuggetpool-hi]

Guess who watched X-Men origins again

OK SO I got THOUGHTS of this movie but specially Wade's fight style because it's really similar to our current Deadpool's fighting style... so yeah I wanna yap about that hi

WELL FIRST OF wanna talk a lil about Victor, Logan and Wade's different styles... from a mortal's view point I am no expert on this just insane about these movies and I need to write my thoughts or i'll explode

Starting with Victor!! the ultimate kittycat girlypop

I love his kitty self I'm sorry ANYWAY EXAMPLES

OKAY SO VICTOR. Victor's style is obviously very animalistic but also stylized, he makes the fight a show for himself! He likes to hunt and he tries to always give chase or play around a bit before the kill, just like a cat playing with his food!

AND IF you pay attention to the start of the movie, this game he's got with his target isn't initially how he fought, he kinda developed it as the years went by and the eviler he got the more he played with his food. The first few wars he goes to he's fighting like a human soldier, then you can see him slip up some animal jumps and uses his claws more until at the end he's full on predator chasing his prey (just like when he captures Scott, my god I love that scene he's terryfing)

AND A BIG DIFFERENCE BETWEEN HIM AND LOGAN (that I will also talk about later I guess) is that with this play thing Victor has going on it SHOWS that he THINKS about the stragety when fighting, he's aware of his surroundings and his target's strenghs and weaknesses, he's good at coming up with solutions on the spot (see his fight with John, he can predict where he's going to teleport and catch him) and how to give a good chase without losing WHILE LOGAN WELL, at least in this movie he seems very lost when fighting?? he mostly just launches at his target and attacks, if the target runs away he chases, very animalistic but in a feral-based on instincts way... prolly why he coulnt win agaisnt Victor at first, because he was being blinded by his rage while Victor was quite literally playing with him lmao

ANYWAY LOGAN our favorite traumatized babygirl

and boy does he suffer in this one aughh EXAMPLES

Now you must be wondering why did I put the bathroom scene, well I feel like it represents Logan's general situation pretty well! (and its silly let me be), hes confused destroying everything and just keeps making it worse every time he tries to fix it.

The thing about Logan in this movie is that he's honestly just- confused and angry from the moment he killed his father, he runs away over and over again from EVERYTHING and he's constantly being manipulated BY EVERYONE!! Poor man has no idea what to do with himself of who he can actually trust but damn he tries, his enviroment is contantly changing and he's trying his best to adapt but he does it in a messy way.

The way he fights and acts in general is animalistic, yes, but more of the "scared dog attacks" kind of way, he's always acting on his instinct that it's mostly led by anger. When he fights he just throws himself and tries to slash whatever he can, he runs he hides and then when he gets the chance to he attacks again.

He constantly has little to no control of the situtation WHICH IS SPECIALLY SEEN pre-adamantium where he keeps losing to Victor because unlike him- he has no plan, he's being manipulated and kept blind of everything ON PURPOUSE which obviouly puts him in a disadvantage so yeah.

AFTER he gets the adamantium you can see his skills strengen with his knowledge, the more he lears about his situation the more focused he is and his fighting it's cleaner, he still moslty just launches himself head first into fights BUT he's not running away, he's able to evaluate his situation and adapt (See his fight with Gambit, he looks at him when running away and then destroys the stair so Gambit can't run away OR with Deadpool where he decides to gain height as a way to create the space needed to evaluate his enemy?? that one might be a lil bit of a stretch tho)

WADE WILSON THE ULTIMATE CUTIE PRINCESS

let's ignore how dirty they did him ok...

OKAY SO SADLY- The bullet scene is pretty much the only scene where we see him fight and it's honestly not enough to tell how his normal style is BUT I WILL SAY his general style is fancy to look at and scarily effective (which is mostly seen with our current Wade but you can see a bit in origins deadpool) he makes a show for everyone to see, which is also his stragedy to make himself even better at combat! He uses a lot of fancy movements and acrobatics that help him AND takes his enemies off-guard, confusing them as where they should attack or what he's going to hit?? anyway-

Comparison time yippieee THIS IS WHAT THIS POST IS SUPPOSED TO BE ABOUT LMAO

I did not get side tracked idk what you mean.... and now seeing it over and over I'm realizing not that noticeable.... so it's just not that much to talk about oops

LOOK AT THIS WADE, LOOK AT THE MOVEMENTS HE DOES WITH HIS LEGS!! HIS HANDS??? THIS MAN IS SHOWING OFF he's using all kinds of acrobatics and fancy movements while fighting, he attacks with his hands and dodges using mostly his legs, he's using all he has!! and it's making Logan lose BECAUSE LOGAN CAN'T FOCUS!! specially since he's so "target locked will attack", Wade makes it SO HARD for him to focus on a pose long enough to actually stab him also Logan ain't too good at dodging, I'm guessing it could be because he heals? dunno

now what inmediately came to my mind upon rewatch was THIS scene (maybe because I saw it recently who knows)

THE SETTING IS SO SIMILAR!! Wade is using a lot of fancy movements to get up, dodge and attack all way too fast for Logan to process, once again Logan is looking everywhere confused about where to aim bc this silly red guy it's dancing on his face and he's struggling to keep up JUST LIKE IN ORIGINS except well he IS able to get a hit bahah

Dodges like crazy, jumps over Logan (he did in origins too) just moves a lot between every attack

Actually now that I think about it Wade feels a bit less effective in the car, like yes sure he's putting up a good fight but Logan still feels like he's leading it BECAUSE WADE IS MORE EFFECTIVE WHEN HE HAS MORE SPACE!! he likes to be able to move around and do gimnastics while Logan it's a lot better the closer he gets to his target so omg yeah... ALSO LIKE WADE STILL TRIES TO MOVE AROUND he shoves Logan away from him, he gets out of the car choking logan with a seatbelt and gets to the back, he tries to create space because that's where his speciality WHILE LOGAN keeps trying to get closer to have him in his power, which he gets to do since the car isn't allowing Wade to move as freely as he would want to...

AND YOU CAN SEE HIS FANCY MOVEMENTS WITH FRANCIS TOO he's constantly circuling him, dodging and spinning while Francis is just trying to get a hit, Wade keeps his enemies chasing him when he fight THAT'S the way he controls it and gets it wherever he wants aughh

ANYWAY YEAH I think that's it, don't really know how much sense any of this does since I've been writing it on-and off the whole day lmao it's so messy but yeah feel free to add onto it I'd love to see opinions on this wahoo

Might keep talking about stuff I find interesting in the movies bahah this has been funn

[butchhamlet]

do you have any good shakespeare retelling book recs?

what a beautiful time to ask this, says guy who has left this ask collecting cobwebs in his inbox for months! because guess who has two thumbs and just finished queen goneril by erin shields! WHAT a fucking play, holy SHIT, this is some of the best characterization of the lear sisters that i've ever read and the exploration of womanhood as filtered through class + race + shitty families + political maneuvering is so so so good. also the things shields does with the og playtext... chef's fucking KISS

anyway, recency bias aside, i've been meaning to make a post about my favorite shakespeare retellings for a while, and i think i never actually did it because i wanted to make a lear retelling ranking list and then i never read some of the ones on my TBR. so whatever. the learlist will happen someday. here are my favorites in general. (here is my goodreads shelf for the retellings i've read, good and bad, and here is the shelf for the ones i have yet to read.)

in no particular order:

a thousand acres by jane smiley: outsold. epitome of what makes an effective retelling--a book that clearly has something to say about and to the original text, but that also isn't afraid to diverge, to exclude here and zoom in there. ungraciously, this is "lear on a farm" and it starts a little slow, but holy fucking shit, i can't do justice in a paragraph to the way this book unraveled me. one of the best books of all time mayhaps. also, introduced the edmund character by describing his ass. 10/10

the last true poets of the sea by julia drake: i don't read that much YA anymore but jesus fucking christ. books tailored for me specifically. twelfth night retelling about siblings + mental illness + being bisexual + love triangles that actually make sense (emotions are confusing!) instead of being contrived + beautiful description + excellent dialogue + THE MENTAL ILLNESS. books that made me start crying in zoom class in 2020

rosencrantz and guildenstern are dead by tom stoppard: kind of a cop-out answer because we all know this one. but that does not detract from how good it is. this is one of those plays, at least for me, that makes me think, "ohhhhhh, THIS is what theater can do. this is using its medium to the absolute utmost." it is so clever and it makes me want to cry. i think about "i don't know. it's the same sky" more often than i can say

american moor by keith hamilton cobb: not exactly a retelling, but a one-man play about a Black man auditioning for the lead role in Othello, tangling as he does with his relationship with shakespeare's work and cultural dominance. suuuuuch a good fucking play even beyond the analysis of othello (which is excellent); the language is so fucking incredible. everyone who likes shakespeare should read this.

teenage dick by mike lew: modern teenage richard iii; this one's more reimagining than retelling, because it diverges pretty sharply from the plot of richard iii, but god, it's so fucking fun. and upsetting! really upsetting also.

foul is fair by hannah capin: i will be so real. i read this in high school and some of the YA books i've revisited since did not hold up for me. so idk if i can tell you this is "good" with my full chest. but the pitch is "lady macbeth gets sexually assaulted at a party and decides to fucking kill the boys who did it" and i stayed up until like 1am to finish it because it was such a vicious gleaming wild ride

the stars undying by emery robin: does this count? hard to say, because it's just as much a retelling of roman history than shakespeare's antony and cleopatra (honestly, more, since it focuses on the era where caesar and cleopatra were lovers, which is before shakespeare's play). but i'm counting it anyway because it's bisexual space opera cleopatra and it's the best book i've read so far in 2024 and it's making me crazy and i'm writing a thesis on it < genuinely

peerless by jihae park: macbeth, but college applications, featuring asian macbeths (they're twin sisters >:3) who think their classmate has taken their place in their dream school because of affirmative action/DEI. this play is absolutely VICIOUS. it's macbeth x heathers. think it mirrors macbeth in faltering a little in its final stretch, but it still fucks hard

the wednesday wars by gary d. schmidt: okay, not a retelling; this is about a preteen boy in the 60s. but it's one of the best most genuine and heartwarming books i've ever read and it manages to be hilarious while also foregoing cheap slapstick punching-low humor for a hell of a lot of warmth and passion. and the main character interacts with shakespeare a lot as a running theme so i can justify putting it on this list. #evangelizing

of course, i would be remiss not to mention that @suits-of-woe / @mjulianwrites has written the best take on Two Gentlemen of Verona to ever exist, and i mean that quite seriously. unfortunately it hasn't been published yet so we'll all just have to prayer-circle about it. i would also be remiss not to take the opportunity to. uh. coughs. do a bit of casual self-promo. if you 1. have ocd 2. have gender or 3. think about malvolio a lot. boy do i have the novella for you

will definitely add to this when i read more retellings; feel free to drop recs in the tags/replies/reblogs/my askbox!

[ohodie]

yk that scene in juno where she says that all jocks secretly want the artsy emo chicks?

yeah that’s luke castellan.

luke is the type of guy to tease the pretty girl with dyed hair and a nose piercing in his english class. he draws in the margins of her notebook, always goes through her sketchbook without asking, makes jokes about her music taste.

and then randomly, he asks her out. at first she thinks it’s a joke because it’s luke, but then she notices how his eyes are shifting awkwardly around the room, how he’s scratching the back of his neck nervously, how his cheeks are bright red.

… so she says yes.

and two weeks after their first date, luke is randomly popping into her art class during his free period and posting on his insta story about buying tickets for the schools production of ‘king lear’. she’s suddenly attending all his swim meets and volleyball games— sometimes she even sits at his table with all the other ‘jock boys’.

all his friends are weirdly fond of her too. they’re all tryna get on her good side, saying they’d love to volunteer for the yearbook club and how they’re so excited for king lear… and maybe that has something to do with how her friends are just as artsy and ‘strange’ as her, and we all know that jocks dig emo chicks.

what’s funny is that luke’s new awesome pretty artsy emo gf isn’t even a loser. she’s not unpopular, she’s just a little weird. she was sharing cigarettes with the cheerleading squad before luke even thought about asking her out.

so when luke shows up to school one day, carrying a bouquet and a giant promposal sign, nobody bats an eye. they’re all like “oh god, luke castellan is being embarrassing and obsessive over his girlfriend again…”

its like ‘she’s all that’ but instead of them falling in love because of a bet, they fall in love because luke really really really likes awkward, weird, dorky girls who make artsy short films and star in school plays.

[leggerefiore]

A while ago I saw this trend (?) where someone would follow their partner around for a while without saying anything. Like whenever their partner would ask what they were doing they'd just stare at them like 🧍‍♀️ it was verry funny LMAO. How would fucked up hair trio (Volo, Lear and Grims) react to their S/O doing that?

(Also I feel you whenever I see you post about ur job. I have never felt less confident in myself than when I have to work in retail 💀)

(retail is a form of psychological torture.)

cw: mentions of knives in Volo's part, mostly worrying about being followed

characters: Grimsley, Lear, Volo

♠️Grimsley❤️

♤ The gambler was always so aware of his surroundings. He had to be, naturally. His position as an heir to a wealthy family had set him up to be used to cruelty and possible threats even as a small child. He was simply aware of his safety. Then, in becoming a gambler, he further honed that skill. Not to mention, his poor Liepard seemed just on edge. Someone was following him. Why? Well, he could assume a few reasons. He was not the most beloved person and maybe owed a few too many people money. He flipped a coin as he kept himself in mostly populated streets. Though, when, he finally gained an opportunity to glance at who was stalking after him. He blinked. What…?

♡ “Darling?” He called out as he turned around fully to face you. His mind rushed with possible reasons. Did you think he was cheating and decided to follow after him? He tilted his head and waited for a reply. You gave none, however. Your eyes simply peered into him. It was truthfully a bot unsettling… You were not exactly the type to do things like that. His hand found his Liepard's fur as he pet her. Was this… some kind of game? A challenge, perhaps? For what goal or gain? He rushed with so many possibilities, but nothing came out right. You were simply just following him. It was unsettling, but there was nothing he could do. He wandered back to the apartment you both shared.

◇ Stopping in front of the door, he glanced at you on the other end of the hallway. You simply stood there. He had enough. Grimsley walked towards you with a brisk pace and found himself staring deeply into your eyes with his piercing own. The icy blue could send a shiver down most people's spines. He watched as you finally gave a reaction, shrinking back a bit. A chuckle left him. “Oh, man, is my cute stalker scared?” he shook his head and caught your chin with his hand, “How about a role reversal? I'm pretty good with going undetected.” Suddenly, you broke down and explained it was a prank. He tilted his head. While he did not really get it, to each their own, he supposed. He did want to repay the favour, though.

👑Lear💎

🪙 The prince was a busy man. He had places to be and duties to tend to. This tended to give him a certain aloofness that others tended to notice. Though, he was still trained from a young age to be aware of his surroundings. He was entirely competent about what was happening around him. Which is why he noticed a certain oddity as he engaged in his various duties. Someone had been following him. No, not either of his retainers, who were at his side. He felt unsettled. Horror stories of attacks on various figureheads played on his mind, but he refused to show any weakness. He was going to be king. These little things could not bother him. Yet, at the same time, he simply had to look. His gaze fell back to see who dared followed him. A deadpan then fell across his face.

🪙 “I order you to stop trailing behind me at a distance of about three metres!” he ordered, “If you wish to travel with me, your place is at my side!” Sawyer and Rachel turned around to see you just standing there. You stared at them without saying a word. Lear honestly felt a bit discomforted by your actions. What in the world were you doing? Knowing it was only you following him had relieved a lot of his concerns but left him confused. You were more than welcome to join him in his tasks…? He rather enjoyed having you at his side. Yet, you did not move unless he did. It was oddly frustrating. Sawyer scratched his head at the situation while Rachel clearly was fighting back a laugh.

🪙 This continued on until he grew far too frustrated with the situation. Why on earth were you doing this!? He could not comprehend why you would wish to follow him rather than come to your rightful place at his side. It felt as if you were subtly rejecting him! He crossed his arms and gave up on whatever needed his attention. It was not urgent enough. Stomping toward you, he grasped your wrist. This seemed to snap you out of whatever had overcome you. He pulled you along to where his retainers waited for him. “You belong here,” he grumbled, “Whyever would you follow me…?” Lear shifted to grasping your hand. He simply refused to comprehend and was only mildly annoyed by the situation.

📜Volo💫

⭐️ The merchant had a terrifying awareness of the world around him. Nothing slipped by him, and it was truly both a curse and a blessing for him. He was always cursed with an innate curiosity that seemed to torture him. Though, it also benefitted him. He was fully aware that someone was following after him. His movements were deliberately made to see if it was mere coincidence or purposeful. He determined the latter and grew more worried. Was someone aware of his intentions? Did they plan to attack him? He certainly was not going to allow that to occur. A knife he kept on his person for protection had his hand resting on it. He turned around to catch the pursuer unawares. Yet, as he went to pull out the knife, he froze dead in his tracks.

⭐️ “… What in the world are you doing?” he retracted his hands and crossed his arms. You stood just a few metres behind him, watching him ominously. This would have made him nervous had he not already been aware that you were not possibly with knowledge of his plans. He waited for you to reply, but nothing ever came from you. This immensely frustrated him. He could have attacked you — Many times, the merchant had to deal with bandits attempting to steal his goods and possibly his life. The blond shook his head when you only stared at him wordlessly. This was not something that he could dare to stand for.

⭐️ With eerie speed, he approached you and caught your wrist in his hand. A single grey eye stared through your very being. Whatever resolve you had to keep pranking, the merchant faded, and you shook your head, trying to explain just what was happening. Your words calmed the panicked thoughts in Volo's mind. He had been utterly terrified you had somehow uncovered something. “… I see, I see,” he tried to pretend he was not a hypocrite who had not followed you around himself, “Well, I must say… I had thought it was a bandit. Please be more careful.” He brought a hand to cup your cheek while stroking it with his thumb. When he parted, you felt oddly on edge. The blond simply kept walking as he had before.

[joocomics]

remember your first: part two

read part one here

pairing: non-idol!hyeongjun x fem!reader

genre: smut, slice of life wc: 13.2k (uhm)

summary: music is what started your friendship with your college classmate han hyeongjun, but your virginity is what made it really blossom

warnings: corruption kink, degradation, humiliation kink, smoking (weed and cigarettes), few angsty moments (fear of commitment)

contains: hard dom!junhan, sub!reader, friends to lovers trope, protected & unprotected sex, dirty talk, pet names, spit kink, face slapping (f!rec), spanking, marking, lots of biting, cussing, name calling (slut/whore), exhibitionism, voyeurism, car sex, choking (f!rec), oral sex (m!rec), pillow humping, pussy slapping

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Hyeongjun doesn’t look at you the same way as before.

You noticed that his eyes shine with a new light every time he gets closer to you now, far more intense and prideful, but that only makes his gaze even more magical.

He fucks with that same wild energy too. His mouth hangs open with teeth digging in your flesh when he’s inside you getting squeezed by your walls that have gotten so familiar to him; so used to the way he glides aggressively splitting you open. Never have you ever thought even in your dreams that something could feel so amazing, but Hyeongjun shows you everyday how little you know about the different kinds of pleasure. There’s not one thing you would dare to change about the things that happen between you and him once your bodies connect. You cannot imagine it any other way.

Your skin is his canvas and the marks of the love bites he paints you with are the result of the hunger that overwhelms his body every time you’re in his presence. He covered you in bright purple blemishes that you wore with pleasure underneath your clothes while the pretty names he called you while making them wouldn’t leave your mind. Night after night you observed the colorful shapes in the mirror, caressing them with fingertips like they were the initials of his name.

Only one mark is missing and as much as you have trust in him you couldn’t help but wonder when will it come.

When is he going to make you his?

Hyeongjun had a feeling that he’ll get obsessive after getting his first taste of you, but he didn’t expect to suck at controlling it.

Well, is there a single person out there who has control over their addictions? Most likely not, but Hyeongjun was naive enough to think he’d be the first.

The more dangerous thing is that he doesn’t want to. He doesn’t want to trace his hands over your naked body while having to swallow half of his desires. He doesn’t want to fuck you with only half of his greed… not that he does, but he should be when he’s still not used to the idea of commitment - something he knows it’s going through your mind.

Some of the things he does with you he’s done before with other girls, but they all felt completely different. With you, he puts your pleasure first while with them he thought all about himself.

He can’t completely pinpoint what exactly changed the way he sees you. When did the lines between schoolmates, friends and friends with benefits (which term he hates the sound of) become so blurry? Before, you were the girl from his lectures that has great taste in music and he enjoyed killing time with; that he occasionally jerked off at the thought of on days when you’ve talked about sex and virginity. But eventually something shifted - from just being curious about what kind of kinks and fantasies a virgin girl can hide, he ended up blending them with his own. It was supposed to be a one time thing where he helps you out by taking your virginity and feeding his curiosity, but now as a result… He can’t get you out of his head.

The thing is, he can’t force himself to sleep with others to make it happen either.

He raises his hand in the air when he notices your silhouette in the distance. Standing out is one of your qualities and he learned that about you the first day he saw you.

Beams of sunlight adorns your face as you go down the stairs of the university building and head towards his direction. The light makes the warm smile on your lips even harder not to stare at.

“Hey,” you greet him.

He’s sitting on one of the wooden benches with a burning cigarette in hand. Your coy smile grows even wider after he returns with one of his own. It really seems that Hyeongjun doesn’t realise the influence his pleasant smile can have.

“You skipped today too.” You sit down next to him glancing down at his ripped jeans.

He shrugs his shoulders simultaneously moving the cigarette into his other hand so the smoke doesn’t get into your face.

“I’m here now.” He steals a glance at your side profile when you look away. “Do you still want to see where we practice?”

“Sure.”

You step out of Hyeongjun’s car and follow after him. You arrived at the apartment building where he shares a flat with one of his band members, but instead of staying in one of the rooms, Hyeongjun guides you to the basement.

You slowly walk down the stairs when you see him making a pause at the last two steps before continuing.

“Oh, I didn’t know he was going to be here.”

The first thing you notice when entering the basement is a brunette guy sleeping on the sofa that’s placed in the left side of the room. There’s a small coffee table across from it and an armchair with a decorative cushion. A large carpet with a rich pattern keeps the spot looking nice and finished while the instruments are all on display on the other side of the place.

After you get closer you realise that the guy who’s still asleep despite your presence is the drummer.

“We can come back another time,” you suggest with a whisper.

“Don’t worry.” Hyeongjun says in his usual tone. He looks pretty much unconcerned about waking up his band member. “The building can get caught on fire and he still wouldn’t wake up.”

“If you say so.”

You observe the space while roaming around. It’s interesting to see another side of Hyeongjun, especially one that makes up such a big part of his life. The fact he's presenting more details of himself to you that aren't visible to others, makes you even more fond of the connection that's forming between you.

“It’s nice. Do you get any noise complaints?”

“The neighbours are pretty chill about it.” He slouches on the armchair, checking you out while you view his guitar up close. “We talked about it with them the day we moved, they’re okay with it as long as we don’t play late at night.”

“You’re lucky.”

You nod impressed.

“Yeah, we’re grateful.”

As you walk back to Hyeongjun, you take a peek at his band member who’s still asleep, and sit on the carpet. You run your palm over the soft fabric as you rest on your knees, but you quickly get distracted by another thing. The heat from Hyeongjun’s gaze lingers on your face, bringing subtle warmth to your cheeks that makes you feel fuzzy. There are moments like this one where it feels like you look in his eyes for the very first time.

“What is it?” Your question comes out in a low fragile whisper.

“I just like looking at you.”

Hyeongjun tilts his head while holding the pillow in his lap. Meanwhile his one leg stretches out towards you resulting in his foot sneaking between your knees.

“Spread your legs more.”

His demand slices the silence of the room.

You do as he instructed which causes your mini skirt to slide up your bare thighs. Your hands stay still on top of them as he’s told you before that they should.

“Good,” he mutters, “but not enough. Strip for me.”

Once you finally start moving your hands visibly shake in the air with excitement.

The jacket comes off first, then your blouse. Then your bra; the piece that really made your heart beat like crazy. Your bare skin gets shivers from the colder temperature of the basement as the clothes pile on the floor.

You stand up and unzip your skirt while trying to be as quiet as you can; the piece drops in your feet with a muffled sound. Your thumbs are just about to sneak underneath your panties, but Hyeongjun suddenly stops you.

“Leave them on. They’re pretty like you.”

He tosses the pillow to the floor and the first few seconds you can’t understand what he means by that.

“You must have done it before,” he leans back as the corner of his lips curl with a daring look, “before I popped your cherry.”

You nod and position your body on top of the firm cushion just like you’ve secretly done a couple of times in your bedroom with your own pillows. The fabric of this one is pretty rough and tight, and you can already tell it wouldn’t take long to get off with it. Especially with the energy of Hyeongjun’s words stimulating your brain even further.

“There you go,” Hyeongjun grins, watching you sway your hips for the first time. “I knew you’d be good at this. You’ve tried all sorts of things before me, haven’t you?”

“Mhm…” you nod with bottom lip tucked between your teeth.

Pressing your clit harder against the surface brings you a subtle hint of delight. Your hands grip the cushion as you repeat the motion to set the pace when you pick up a noisy movement from behind your back that causes you to freeze.

Hyeongjun doesn’t give it a thought though, and asks another question while his friend seems to be (hopefully) just changing his napping position.

“In what other pathetic ways have you pleased yourself, huh?”

“One time…” You unfocus your attention from the sofa and bring it back on Hyeongjun who’s still in the same position with elbows on his knees. They’re widely spread out making you want to crawl up his body.

“Keep humping as you talk.”

You notice that he doesn’t call you the sweet names like he always does, and as influential as his sentences are, you can’t ignore the small empty gaps between them.

“One time I touched myself to the sound of my neighbours… fucking.”

“What a pretty pervert,” he utters, and finally you sense some emotion in his voice.

He catches your nipples with his thumbs and index fingers and pulls to see you react as they perk up. A satisfied grin forms on his lips when you hiss from sensitivity, but he keeps going, toying with them through pinching, squeezing and tugging while his eyes stare at the spot where your clothed pussy looks for friction.

Your hands stay behind you, supporting your steady rhythm of rocking back and forth which gradually increases the warm pressure inside you. A string of spit lands in his fingers and the way Hyeongjun spreads the wetness across both of your nipples makes you let out a quiet, but deep sigh.

He gives your breasts a few last squeezes before leaning back in the armchair, approving of the way you instantly fall forward so your cunt can press harder into the pillow.

It’s like the more aroused you get, the more you get reminded of the third person in the room. Not in a bad way though, you realise. You find the dose of adrenaline appealing, but the urge to look around still doesn’t go away.

“What is it?” Hyeongjun’s relaxed brows furrow. “Scared?“

He chuckles lightly at your lack of response, but to you the sound rings dangerously loud. Just like the obvious silence and the warm air that gets thicker every time he opens his mouth.

“If he wakes up you’ll just get a little humiliated that’s all.” He glances down at the pillow underneath you.

“I’m not scared,” you state through gentle airy words.

With each passing moment you start breathing more heavily; your panties get wetter and your fingers turn more eager to touch your skin, especially when your attention goes to Hyeongjun’s hand that palms his growing bulge. You wish he was touching himself too, but you’re not sure how to ask. He simply adjusts the boner inside his jeans which are the same color as the chopped nail polish he’s wearing, watching you lick your lips at the sight. If your pleading eyes staring with hunger weren’t enough to let him know that you need him, then your tongue surely does.

You’re going to have to only watch his veiny hands occasionally ghosting over his crotch, because for now, he seems to be fully focused just on you.

“Keep going.”

A mellow moan slips from your lips, assuring him you have no intentions of stopping. You shut your eyes while your clouded mind tries its best to focus on controlling any other urges that may come out of your throat.

What is going to happen if you get louder? If you get caught? How would it feel to be seen like this… Will the shame make you stop or will it make you want to cum?

The pace of your hips speeds up, bringing a pink color to your cheeks as your aroused bud grazes the fabric; your muscles tense in front of Hyeongjun’s eyes from the effort to chase the rising rush quicker.

“Hyeongjun—“

“Shh, I know,” he leans close with two fingers searching for your open mouth. “I’m starting to think you secretly want to get caught.”

You peer up at his dark eyes, slightly shaking your head, disagreeing.

“I don’t believe that,” he smirks, tracing your dry lips with his thumb.

“Please…” you whisper while guiding one hand up to your neck. Your lower body keeps moving against the cushion and at this point it feels so good, but you still need something more; something from him. “Please,” you stare at him with angelic eyes.

Hyeongjun observes your fingers around your throat and the pleasure that sight brings him settles in his core.

He watches your figure trapped between his legs; begging on the ground helplessly. Your hand tenses and your lips part, creating small hitched sounds that make his heart flutter.

You’ve clearly gotten addicted to the way he fucks you that now you can’t cum without bringing some of his touch in the process.

Instead of replacing your hand with his own, as you hope he will, he just intertwines his fingers, sitting with an anticipation written on his face.

“Do something on your own for once, doll.”

This time he whispers and the tone digs into your flesh.

“Don’t act spoiled,” he adds, and the effect it has on you shows in the way your eyes shut. “That’s not how I thought you, is it?”

His voice is soft, blunt and sharp all at the same time. Most times it’s enough to help you get closer to your high by the way it makes the warm knot in your tummy tighter just by speaking.

Even with your eyes closed you’re one hundred percent sure he’s not leaving you out of sight. The heat radiating from his heavy gaze is burning your skin; the parts of your neck where your fingers keep squeezing to limit your breath.

You trace your free hand down your stomach, letting your manicured nails scratch your delicate skin. There’s some pleasant stinging coming from the way you desperately dig them in your thigh as the overwhelming knot inside you throbs.

“Look at you,” Hyeongjun admires your twitching silhouette with all your little touches. “Such a pretty whore.”

He’s in complete trance right now; eyes glued to your body, waiting for your next move. The next quiet broken moan, the next time your eyes will open to look at him as you choke yourself.

You’re so close to cumming, yet your face is contorted by multiple needs still waiting to be fulfilled, and the fact you can’t handle them on your own even when he asks you to is extremely exciting to him.

Hyeongjun suddenly stands on his feet.

You’re too lightheaded and too deep into the moment to follow his moves and see him adjusting the camera of his phone above you.

He holds the device from a high position, snapping a shot of your face in bliss.

“I want to remember you like this.” He speaks, as you stay with your head thrown back and throat hugged by your hand.

Once you blink up at him from the ground, your arms act on their own will and wrap around his leg. You hold him tightly while grinding your clit with force to reach your desired peak; to feel the wave finally hitting you.

As you hump the pillow intensely, you press your face against Hyeongjun’s leg, biting your lip as hard as you can so not one sound escapes your mouth.

The way you cling onto him out of breath leaves Hyeongjun stunned. He stays still with hand resting on top of your skull as you ride out your climax. A quiet whimper rings in the pure silence while your fingers grasp his jeans as if the ground can swallow you whole.

Your body squirms from the thrill and you fall forward on your hands after letting go of him.

Exhaustion begins to take over your body the minute the rush starts to fade away. You’re still resting on the carpet with your face down when you sense Hyeongjun’s touch on your spine; more specifically the tip of his fingers moving up and down like feathers.

“You’re full of surprises.” He says before telling you to get dressed.

There are days when Hyeongjun is hard to reach, and there are days when he calls you first thing in the morning.

Today is one of them.

His roommate is away for the weekend and he invites you over at their flat to keep him company, because he’s going to be alone for two days. As you pack your pajama set and some of the essentials you’ll need in a bag you can’t control the scattered thoughts in your mind that keep on coming unwanted…

How is it possible that you feel like you know everything about him and nothing at all at the same time? You like to think that you know him, but can you really say that? It feels wrong considering how he slips away just when you thought the string that keeps you together gets tighter. It’s like you’re misleading yourself.

Apart from having no idea what you are, you still fuck a lot.

Being in his arms is your favourite thing ever. He knows each and every one of your desires without you having to say them out loud, and still to this day, you can’t find the right words to explain how good it feels to have somebody in your life knowing you like this.

Why is it so easy for him to read you, but for you to read him, is only becoming more difficult as time passes by?

“Are you high?” You ask, but you earn an immediate answer when you settle down on the couch and see the joint in the ashtray. You thought you smelled something in the thick air when you walked in. “You are.”

“A little bit.” He sits next to you with a lazy smile. “You took too long to arrive, I got bored.”

“When did your roommate leave?”

“Like two hours ago.” He picks up the blunt, but before inhaling from it, he turns to you with a hand over your thigh. “I really wanted to spend time with you.”

You smile at his words and he responds by giving your thigh a squeeze.

“Gonna share it with me?” He suggests after taking a hit.

The smoke flows through his lips while his voice comes out with a subtle raspiness. He can make everything seem irresistible. You know it by now, because after you met him all kinds of things that would’ve alarmed you before, now look compelling.

“I didn’t know you smoke weed.”

“I do it once in a while when I want to get my mind off of things.” He explains staring down at the floor. His voice slows down the more he speaks. “I got too much in my head right now.”

“Like what?” You keep your focus on him, searching for more explanation.

“Different things…” He shrugs like it’s no big deal. “I dropped out of uni.”

“Really?” You exclaim, but you quickly realise that it was just a matter of time. He never really fitted there, and with the amount of lectures he skipped…

“I want to focus on my band. I think we have a chance to make it.”

Apart from sounding drowsy from the settling effect of the weed, he sounds more hopeful when he says that, and you know he really means it.

“I believe it too.”

Hyeongjun faces you, and you peer into his dazed eyes. His pupils are bigger, but relaxed, making his expression look more… vulnerable. It makes you wonder if they’re going to let you see a new side of him.

His one hand cups the side of your face.

“Here,” he says almost in a whisper before tugging your lower lip with his thumb. The movement signals you to open your mouth a bit and take the joint between your lips. He holds it as you inhale, and takes it out seconds later.

You cough into your palm after your organs welcome the drug, overwhelming you with the unfamiliar feeling.

“How is it?” Hyeongjun asks, watching you think for a second.

“New.”

A satisfied smirk appears on his lips and stays after you take a several hits after your first one. He follows every movement of yours with his glossed over eyes and he seems proud with how quickly you get better at it. Another reason why he keeps staring is simply because he enjoys the way the smoke seeps through your soft lips, it’s calming, and it stops him from thinking about anything else.

Although he’s silent you know Hyeongjun is enjoying this, and you continue sharing the weed with him, wanting to keep this intimate experience going.

He finishes the joint with your legs resting over his lap. He listens to you talking about the latest things that have happened in uni and the approaching finals while he shared about the possibility of his band having the chance to release their first single.

“Will you still support me now that I’m a dropout?”

“What kind of question is that?” You laugh lazily at the vagueness of it before giving the obvious answer. “Of course.”

Hyeongjun’s one hand travels up and down your leg, caressing you so slowly. He probably doesn’t mean anything by this. He’s probably unconsciously seeking to gain some physical contact. However, despite your surroundings occasionally spinning as you look around, and your brain functioning a bit slower than usual... something strong in your body awakens.

“You’re too good to be true, Y/N.”

His hazed eyes roam over your legs until you move them to sit on his lap.

“Am I not enough to calm you down?”

“What do you mean?” Hyeongjun’s brows gather, he’s fuddled from the weed and needs more context.

“You said you smoke to get your mind off of things…” You narrow your eyes to his lips a bit shy from having to express your thoughts in details. “I was wondering if I can be enough to calm you down when you need it?”

For the first time Hyeongjun doesn’t try to hide the change in his gaze from you after you meet it again; he doesn’t try to prevent the emotion that sometimes creeps up and makes him feel too raw in front of you.

“Sometimes…” he admits, “but there are times when you overwhelm me.”

You stare at each other with red washed off eyes, dry lips and fuzzy minds that are too heavy from the rush, but also from the feelings they carry.

“In a good kind of way though,” he adds.

You lower your head, resting it in the crook of his shoulder and for a moment you just stay like this; immersing yourself into the comforting feeling of his embrace. The pungent smell of the weed clashes with his cologne as you take a deep breath.

You don’t realise how much time has passed since you’ve been staying like this, but at one point you place a wet kiss on the side of his neck and the contact awakens a desire for more. Seconds later, you go for another one, and a third one. You kiss his skin that’s exposed from his black hoodie, then trace your tongue along the shell of his ear.

Hyeongjun tilts his head silently, letting you continue as his hands move from your lower back to your ass, groping it through such soft squeeze. You’ve never felt him touch it like this before.

As you cover his neck with sloppy smooches your hips make a move to let him feel you through your thin shorts.

“Can we…” he suddenly speaks quietly, and you pull back. “Can we just stay like this? I’m tired.”

At first you nod in agreement, but then that urge to please him that has been living inside you for so long now, calls at you again.

This time, you decide to act on it.

“Hyeongjun.. Can I do something for you?” Your lustful eyes look almost pleading as you ask the question. “I want to please you, you don’t need to do anything in return.”

Hyeongjun’s face creases when he smirks lazily at you. His knuckles stroke your flushed cheek before his long fingers put a few strands of hair behind your ear. He’s simultaneously observing your familiar features.

“You want to please me.” He feels the need to repeat your words, to really feel them out.

“So much…” you add, hoping you will get the chance to do so.

He silently nods and you carefully leave his lap. His arms stay on both sides of his body, and you quickly realise you’re supposed to strip him from his clothes.

You unbutton his pants, then tug them down leaving them on the ground. After you remove his boxers too, you kneel between his legs, fixating your attention on his soft dick.

“Make it hard in your mouth.” Hyeongjun says after you take it with your hand. “Okay, pretty?”

You gather saliva on your tongue before pressing it flat on the underside of his dick. You push all of his length through your lips and start moving up and down, sucking in a calm steady pace. A moment later, a much stronger feeling of fullness settles into your mouth. Your cheeks turn hollow and your lips expand as you begin to breathe more heavily than before, because he’s now fully hard.

You blink up at Hyeongjun and catch him leaning his head back against the couch with his eyes shut closed. His lips are slightly parted and seconds later they let out a sigh, because you slowly empty your mouth.

Your hand grips his base gently before gliding along his size, spreading your spit everywhere. You're so delighted to have him like this, you can't stop staring as he gets wetter to the point you're able to hear it, and as he grows harder to the point his hands can't stay still.

“Shit,” Hyeongjun sighs again, blinking down at your direction. “Feels good.”

His dazed eyes barely manage to follow the slow motion of your fist, how it stops at the head so you can pay special attention to his tip with your thumb; he really wants to, but it's difficult to concentrate. The little act sends a wave down his spine, and you see him squirm as his eyes squeeze in bliss.

As you slowly stroke his erection that’s now flushed and slippery in your palm, you hear Hyeongjun’s low voice.

“Your mouth...” The weakness in his tone makes it seem like he barely has any energy left to say more than that. Only an airy moan follows quickly after.

You swallow him bit by bit. With every part of you, you try to perform your best at this moment; to please him the exact way he needs, just like he pleases you every time you’re together.

You push yourself down his cock as much as you can, inviting his tip in the deepest spot of your throat. This forces the first clear moan out of Hyeongjun’s mouth which makes your tummy swirl with satisfaction. The effects of the weed made him really quiet, and since you got down on him he’s been mostly releasing quick heavy breaths and few occasional humms whenever you massage his balls.

“Y/N—“ he spits out your name weakly as he begins to pant. He sounds different in comparison to how he is when he fucks you, but you like it, because it means he's opening up to you.

You flutter with lashes, looking up at him, but you only see his throat gulping.

Soreness starts to spread in your throat when you continue to suck him off without a break. He’s getting closer and you don’t want to withdraw until he cums, so you bare the pain along with the stiffness in your jaw and keep bobbing your head up and down.

Hyeongjun’s muscles clench harder while the room starts spinning once again. He’s feeling warm, so warm that he feels his forehead dripping, and his chest and back sticky. His hands grip his hoodie and pull it up, throwing it in a random direction.

“Fuck—“ he groans in a higher pitched tone, feeling you slipping away.

You gasp for air, jerking him off on the instant so his pleasure doesn’t fade down. Your teeth chew on your lip in concentration as you move your fist as fast as possible, filling the room with squelching noise.

“Fuck, keep going…” he whispers, squeezing his eyes tightly. “Keep going, f-faster—“

You do as he says, groaning from the process of getting to the quick pace he needs.

You lean in as you guide his cock towards your mouth at the same time and anticipate his orgasm while making the last few strokes.

For a split second Hyeongjun’s vision turns white. He releases on your face, staining almost every feature of it, but also your hair, your chest and few spots of the floor.

He came so much, and so hard, that his thighs continued shaking few seconds after he was done.

He leans back against the couch with chest heaving as he pants lightheaded like he hasn’t been in a long time. His head feels empty, but also too heavy on his shoulders.

Yet, he still reaches out for your face - two of his fingers glide onto your cheek, smearing the thick white essence. His heavy eyes can barely stay open as he slides them to your glossy lips, coating them with even more of his cum before forcing them onto your tongue.

“Good kitten.” His raspy voice slurs which only turns you on even more.

You’re about to get up when his hand grips your wrist.

It takes him a moment to speak out again so soon, because everything is on slow motion right now.

“Where are you going?”

“I’m just going to grab something to clean us up, I’ll be right back.”

After hearing this, he lets go and lays on his back, waiting for you to return while being so close to falling sleep.

On Sunday morning you wake up and the first thing you notice is the gloomy weather. The heavy rain is banging on the windows, filling the silence in Hyeongjun’s bedroom. This is your last day here and a part of you wishes the time could stop at this exact moment, because you've never felt more contented with your life before.

“When did you wake up?” You ask quietly without turning around.

He gives your shoulder a soft peck meanwhile the tip of his fingers continue to travel gently along your arm.

“Few minutes ago.” His voice is close to your ear, getting lazily drawn out through his lips. “How did you sleep?”

“Good,” you reply, resting on your back and tilting your head in his direction. “You?”

Hyeongjun humms in agreement not able to refrain from staring at your face. His eyes are hooded with sleepiness, heavy and softer than they are during the rest of the day, but they stay focused on your mouth regardless.

If he can go back in time to tell his past self that he will wake up next to you, and he will want to do it again tomorrow, he wouldn’t believe it. Not that he ever thought there is something wrong with you; he never disliked you or found your company unpleasant. It’s just that he has an important check list when it comes to girls he goes for, solely for the reason to avoid those who will want him to give them more of his time than he’s willing to, and his past self always followed it strictly.

If he can go back in time he will tell his past self that you’re not a girl that someone can walk away from easily.

“Did you dream about something?” You decide to ask.

In the mean time you notice his hand can’t stay in one place anymore. He drags his thumb on your cheekbone, then the rest of his fingertips brush your ear only to go down the side of your neck and continue roaming around your stomach.

“I rarely dream,” he replies. His other hand allows his head to rest in his palm while he keeps himself busy with your body. Drawing different shapes on different places.

You’re wearing a loose flimsy top with sleeping shorts that are hidden from the bedsheets. The soft thin layer of fabric fails to hide the way your nipples perk up when Hyeongjun’s fingers trace the exposed area of skin under your bellybutton.

“That sounds kinda boring.” You admit, peering at his face, but his eyes seem fixated on your chest. This brings a warm thrill to your body especially when you sense his hand sneaking under your top. He caresses your skin everywhere without getting in contact with your boobs, which you secretly desire.

“I’m getting enough fun when I’m awake.” He says, and brings his gaze back to yours again, giving you a half-smile.

Hyeongjun lowers his hand watching your chest go up and down; small breaths slipping from your lips. He guides it down your lower tummy and his middle finger discreetly explores where your clothed clit is. You’re not wearing any underwear under the shorts and he can feel your cunt nicely as he moves it in a straight line.

It’s fascinating how little you need him to do in order to fold. You’re already wetting your mouth and biting your bottom lip.

Hyeongjun chuckles, and surprises you by swiftly moving the fabric to the side. What he realises afterwards makes him grin.

“Do you know how fuckin’ wet you are?”

You shut your eyes in embarrassment then squeeze them tightly, because the same middle finger that teased you a moment ago enters you in one push. The sudden contact feels so fulfilling.

“Why is that, doll?” He asks, gliding it in a nice pace without pulling out fully. “Answer now.”

“I-I don’t know.” You mumble, not knowing how to gather your thoughts quickly enough in this moment. “I liked the way you’re touching me, and… it happened.”

“Look at me.” He demands.

You open your eyes, but your mouth widens a bit as he adds another finger inside your arousal.

“I want you to look at me when you speak from now on.”

You nod, whispering a yes, as he goes deeper. His thumb simultaneously rubs your clit as he massages your walls, forcing the collected wetness to grow.

The sheets stay on top of your lower tummy which warms up more and more from the overwhelming pressure. You spread your legs widely, arching your back as Hyeongjun’s experienced fingers curl up to find your sensitive spot. Your body automatically does everything it can to adjust in a way he can aim at it with ease; it squirms in anticipation to feel his movements bump harder, deeper as possible, but most importantly - harder.

“You’re so needy,” Hyeongjun leans closer to your face, brushing his lips lightly against yours, “pretty girl.”

A weaker moan escapes your throat as he speeds up the movements provoking you to tighten around his fingers. His knuckles provoke squelching noises to seep through the sheets.

“What is it?” You hear the light amusement in his tone once he acknowledges your soft gaze; how you flutter with lashes at him as another way to beg. “Want me to kiss you?”

“Please,” you whine.

Your response has Hyeongjun’s hand slowing down which makes your body loosen up into the mattress.

His tongue sneaks through his mouth and caresses your bottom lip through a soft licking that makes your heart skip a beat. He repeats the same thing again, but slower, so you hesitate to do anything except stay still allowing him to explore that part of you however he wants; for as long as he needs.

You love the thrill of the tip of his tongue once it enters your mouth discreetly. It meets yours and they glide against each other.

As your tongues twirl and play with one another without turning it into an actual kiss, you notice the sudden emptiness from his fingers pulling out of you.

Hyeongjun brings back the cotton fabric over your now even wetter pussy while his lips stay wrapped around your tongue. The quiet humm you make from the provocative sucking, and the way his palm presses against your intimate lips causes his boner to twitch. He feels the arousal that’s coating more and more of your shorts starting to wet his hand as he rubs up and down.

You both keep your eyes shut after he lets go of your tongue and allows his teeth to grab your lip and tug; a bit rougher in comparison to what he just did, but you’re more surprised that he didn’t do it sooner.

That’s when he finally kisses you. Deeply and intense, but it feels so naturally at this point. Everything does.

You exhale once he pulls back as the familiar rush keeps spreading in your chest.

“I always had a feeling that you’d turn out to be a really nasty girl, do you know that?” His hand quickly removes the bedsheet, uncovering your lower body. “Take these off.”

You remove your stained pajama shorts and Hyeongjun’s hand squeezes your thigh before finding its way back to your heat. The tip of his two fingers drags from top to bottom between your puffy lips, so lightly, but it makes you whimper from how good it feels. Just as he’s about to glide upward to your clit again, his palm goes in the air, then lands right on it with a smacking sound.

Two more slaps follow seconds later, but they land with a quicker speed and bigger force. The act makes you wince, but more because of the effect it has on the building arousal in your core, less because of the stinging pain. You keep your thighs widely open welcoming another hit, and another, feeling the need to cum creeping up more intensely.

“Fuck—“ you gasp.

“It’s written all over your pretty face.”

The slaps suddenly stop. Hyeongjun cups your pussy feeling the warmth radiating from your skin.

“More, please…” You open your eyes for the first time in a while. “Give me more.”

You look at each other and you can both feel the burning lust that is taking over your minds at the same time.

Hyeongjun moves his hand over your face and tilts your head to the side with a slap.

It never stops being exciting.

A certain memory of the night you lost your virginity, the night you will never forget, flashes in your mind. You often seem to come back to it, but it’s all because you’re starting to realise how truthful it is.

“Nothing will ever feel like this again…” Hyeongjun told you that night as he showed you what pleasure is for the first time.

It’s true, you know it. Nothing can compare to what you had that night in the plain hotel room, but nothing can get even close to what you keep creating together either.

The corners of your lips are tempted to smile, but you resist.

“Thank you,” you glance at him again with a coy expression, but he just stands up from the bed, remaining quiet.

He gets naked and as he turns around to put his clothes away you see all the scratches you left on his back. The marks never seem to go away completely, because your nails end up creating new ones every time.

Hyeongjun rolls a condom onto his erection before joining you back on the bed. His gaze shifts to your eyes to see if you’re ready, and once he catches the pleading sparkles in them and the way you bite your lip in anticipation, his head falls down. He loves watching the first few seconds of you swallowing him full; stretching to fit him perfectly.

He lets a string of spit fall on your cunt then spreads it everywhere with the head of his cock.

You watch his dark hair fall into his face as he concentrates on pushing his length into you. His eyes are concentrated, his brows subtly furrowed, nose scrunched as they always are whenever he savours the moment of sliding it in for the first time.

He doesn’t miss the whimper you make once you feel the light pain from the stretch, it goes straight into his veins, making his hunger grow. To not lose control over himself just yet, he bottoms out teasingly slow. He uses the moment to lift his gaze up at you.

“You’re still so fuckin’ tight.” He sighs enjoying the view of your scrunched face that gets marked by a slight pain as he glides the rest of his cock back in. “Come on, doll, loosen up for me. We’ve done it before.”

You breathe in deeply, realising his hips are starting to move forward quicker. The sudden steady pace has your mouth hanging open as it makes his length go through your wet walls smoothly.

“That’s it,” Hyeongjun praises you with a sharper smile. His eyes lower to his cock that’s being squeezed tightly as it keeps disappearing into your small entrance, and the sight of it only adds to the pleasure he receives from each pulse around his size.

You mewl out from the pleasure flooding your body. It invades your senses quickly like never before; as if he lit up a fire inside you. The next few thrusts Hyeongjun makes against your cervix come stronger, making you roll your eyes back.

“Fuck—“ He grunts, grabbing your hips. “You love it that much?” He lifts your lower body up from the mattress, moving his hands to your waist. His grip is painfully tight on your sides as he adjusts you in the air to keep fucking you, but from a different much more effective angle. “You can never get enough, you’re fuckin’ obsessed.”

Your fists don’t let go of the bedsheets even after his thrusts turn into continuous rugged slamming. His wrapped tip bumps deeper and stronger into your arousal, meeting the spot that has you seeing stars every time. The moment he lifts your ass up in the air your voice elevates in the room, mixing with the thunderstorm outside and the sound of Hyeongjun’s hips smashing into you.

“You love it, don’t you?” He spits out while controlling his breathing. “Being fucked like a whore.”

You press the side of your face into the mattress not able to respond on the moment from his cock not slowing down at all. The distracting knot in your core is burning up which stops you from comprehending his words and actions.

“A dumb whore at that.” He adds before clenching his jaw as a reaction to your walls tightening completely around him. He holds your lower half while watching you squirm from such an intense orgasm that for a moment you turn quiet before letting out the loudest sound he’s heard from you so far.

You’re still not able to open your eyes when an unexpected slap on the cheek finally brings you back to reality. You blink in Hyeongjun’s direction as he holds your face with his grip.

“Felt good, didn’t it?”

His eyes darken as he looks down at you nodding; they gain that predatory glow that you’ve seen other times before when he’s losing himself inside you. You wish you could steal it somehow and keep it forever.

“I’m being really nice with you… letting you cum when you need it after you don’t even acknowledge my questions.”

“I’m sorry…” You gently wrap hands around his wrist, fluttering with lashes as he stares at you. “It won’t happen again.”

He laughs at your words and leads his hand to your chest.

“That’s what all sluts say.”

He lets it sneak underneath the fabric of your loose top to take a hold of your one boob. The mess of your own arousal sticks to your skin as he gropes it roughly.

“What would you do if it wasn’t for me to fuck you all the damn time?”

He rocks back and forth steadily, keeping his throbbing cock moving inside your walls. Both of you can feel the way you get turned on all over again; how you clench desperately not wanting any of this to stop anytime soon. There’s a new type of desire that’s awakening inside you as he glides deeply and locks fingers around your neck.

“I’m so wet,” you breathe out. You acknowledge what Hyeongjun speaks to you, and you want to answer properly, but the words from your mouth come out totally different to what you want them to be.

Hyeongjun laughs sharply in response.

“I know, I can hear you.” He frees your throat and tugs on your top with his fist instead.

His teeth bite your neck and you moan.

“I’m…” you whine weakly again. He’s fucking you slowly, letting you catch your breath from your orgasm, but also unintentionally bringing you to a new one. “I’m gonna c-cum..”

“So soon?” The boy chuckles on top of you again. “You’re amusing me today, doll.”

He backs away, pulling out of you which causes your face to frown.

“Turn around.”

You flip on your stomach and Hyeongjun looks up and down your lower body.

“My marks are disappearing.”

It’s true, you noticed it the other day too. The violet blemishes are now much lighter, two of them almost completely gone.

He drags his hand across your skin, moving it from the back of your knee up to your thigh.

“Tsk, I really liked them.” He comments, giving your right butt cheek a squeeze. “They looked so pretty on you, don’t you think?”

Not only his eyes pay special attention to each mark he passionately created on your body, but his fingers too.

“Yeah,” you agree quietly, “it feels a bit lonely without them.”

Your words remain in Hyeongjun’s mind for a while. They slow down his train of thought and instead of saying something back, he lands a slap on one spot of your right cheek where his mark has almost vanished. He hits it again, but harder.

“Next time you touch yourself at home,” he leans down to speak at your ear; his warm palm stays where he just slapped you, “I want you to smack your ass here, okay?”

“Okay,” you reply. It’s not going to feel remotely the same, but you will do it regardless.

“Like this.” His hand lands harshly against you again and you squirm with your lips parting for a small moan. “Hard, baby.”

Your eyes open with surprise.

This is the first time he calls you baby.

“Don’t let my marks disappear again, alright?“

“I don’t think I can slap as hard as you,” you admit, peeking at him.

“You’re capable of many things, you have a real slut in you.” He pushes himself into you as you’re still laying down, then grabs a handful of your hair. “I’ll make sure you remember that.”

An hour and a half later as you’re resting under the bedsheets in the shared silence, somebody rings the doorbell and Hyeongjun slips into a pair of sweatpants to see who it is.

You don’t know how much time exactly passes, but even after the person is gone, Hyeongjun still doesn’t return.

You go to check on him, wondering if something happened. When you exit the room you find him sat on the couch, pointlessly staring at the wall in front of him.

After you sit next to him wrapped in your towel you’re surprised to see that he still doesn’t pay attention to your sudden appearance.

“Is everything okay?”

“We don’t have a bassist anymore.”

You remember his voice from the other day, when he said he believes that they can make it. It sounded so light and full of hope.

Now, it sounds nothing like that.

“I’m…” Your hand reaches out to comfort him, but he quickly stands up and walks away. You didn’t expect him to back away like this and the surprise leaves you speechless.

You watch him walk to the kitchen table to grab his pack of cigarettes.

You want to say something, but you’re not sure what. Telling him that there’s still few days left till the performance he was looking forward to and the guy may reconsider and come back sounds really stupid in your head. You remain silent.

You give him some space and go shower to freshen up. However, after you get dressed and return he’s still in the same spot, smoking.

He tells you he wants to be alone.

You tell him his roommate will be back in a few hours anyway, so you should really go home, and he agrees.

Hyeongjun replied to your text which you sent to let him know you’ve arrived home safely and told you he’d call tonight, but he didn’t, until the next day when it was a late afternoon.

But you decide to not comment on it.

“I’ve talked to so many people, the others did too.” He continues telling you about how the search for a new bassist is going. “I’m hoping that I’ve managed to convince this one guy that’s actually really talented. But you know I’m not very good with words, so I don’t know…”

“He heard you play so that’s already enough to convince him to agree.” You don’t hear a reaction from him so you ask: “When will you have an answer?”

“By tomorrow night. The gig is on Saturday, I need to know if I’ll have to ask someone else.”

This gig is very important for Hyeongjun and you can hear the frustration in his voice as he speaks. Something like this happening right after he dropped out of university, because everything was going so well with the band troubles him.

“Tell me something.”

You shift, getting more comfortable in your bed.

“Like what?”

“Anything you want.” He says more quietly. “I just need to hear your voice.”

“I was thinking about something actually,” you admit while recalling the memories of your weekend with him. You’re still a little upset that it had to end the way it did, but once you remember the rest of your time with him - the long hours of talking and kissing, seeing him so vulnerable while he showed you how to smoke for the first time, making breakfast together, showering together, laughing together… for a moment you forget that you couldn’t be of comfort for him when he needed it.

“On Sunday after we woke up… You called me baby.”

A nostalgic smile slowly grows on your face after you finish your sentence. You don’t know why, but it feels like it’s been forever since it happened, and you can’t wait to experience this again. It’s silly, but it’s true.

“Yeah, I think I did.”

Hyeongjun chuckles, moving his cellphone from his left ear to the right one.

“You always call me pretty girl, sweetheart or something similar, but you’ve never called me baby before.” You explain with the hope to not sound too foolish or sentimental. “I liked it.”

“What do you like about it?” He asks, still grinning. His hair is not tied up and he runs a hand through it to get it out of his face. A flash of memory of your fingers playing with it when you were lazing around in his flat pops up in his mind and he shuts his eyes. He remembers the nice feeling.

“I don’t know…” You giggle at the question, or more at what you’re about to admit. “It’s cute and sexy at the same time.”

“Like you.”

You notice how his voice starts to slow down especially after he yawns. It gets deeper and lower the sleepier he becomes. Before you leave him to rest you remind him of the plans you made during the weekend.

“You haven’t forgotten about Wednesday, right?”

“What’s happening on Wednesday?”

“Wednesday, seven thirty p.m. at the bar, meeting my best friend…” You stop talking and instead just listen carefully of what he’s going to say.

Hyeongjun laughs and you roll your eyes.

“I remember, baby.”

“Good.”

You cannot help, but smile stupidly and touch your lip with your fingertips as if they’re his.

He doesn’t need to see you to know how your whole body is probably reacting to this new nickname you earned. He’s always found your ability to pay such special attention to some of his actions interesting.

“Baby…” he repeats, but this time not for your pleasure, but his own.

It’s the day of the performance Hyeongjun was looking forward to for an entire month.

You’re walking towards the place with the dress you specifically bought for the night, but not feeling the excitement you would’ve expected to feel.

You feel almost no excitement at all.

You’re hoping for his success. You know he’ll do good, because he really has it in him, and the stage loves him, so most of all you hope that the guy who’s going to replace the former bassist shows up and performs well. It’s the guy Hyeongjun was hoping to agree to come play which is a good sign.

But you’re not feeling excited as you walk into the club and blend in with the crowd.

You look at your phone to see how many minutes are left till they start because you’re not in the mood to stay for longer than you need to.

This causes you to remember the last message you received from him.

“You don’t need to come if you don’t want to, but I’d like it if you’re there.”

You don’t order a drink, because you’re not in the mood for that either, and instead choose a spot with a nice view of the stage - one bar stool that’s still not taken - and wait.

Not more than five minutes later, the band comes out. Hyeongjun adjusts his guitar and stops behind the microphone. One half of his thick dark hair is in a ponytail that's framing his sharp face, making it hard to ignore how charming he is. The others prepare to start too as they thank everyone for coming, but you can’t focus on them for too long.

Hyeongjun’s tall slim figure drowns in red lights as the song begins to blast. Bright neon colors that only make him stand out even more. They remind you of the stain your lips left on his cheek once during one of your dates. The warm marks his teeth created on your skin. The top you wore on the day you met for the first time - when he noticed that you’re listening to his favorite band and decided to say hi and change your life forever. It also reminds you of the complicated emotions that boil inside your chest right now as you stand in the middle of this place, letting him only intensify them with each pulling of the strings.

You lock eyes for the first time and you notice how his lips turn up very slowly, a bit awkwardly even, because it takes him a few seconds to realise that you’re actually really here to see him.

He was so certain that you’re not going to come.

They play three more songs and the performance reaches its end.

You start making your way out through the stuffy club when a strong grip stops you from making your next step.

“You’re here.”

Those were the first words he said when you went out for the first time out of the university building too; when he invited you to see him play for the very first time, and later took you to the hotel. Or were they "you came"? Same thing. Why does he keep getting surprised that you continue to show up?

Hyeongjun looks in your eyes without letting go of your arm. He seems nervous and out of breath.

“I am.” You manage to say loudly enough for him to hear you. “Friends still support each other even when they fuck up.”

He suddenly lets go of you as if something out of nowhere burned his hand.

Friends. Friends. Friends.

The word echoes in his head causing him to feel like it’s about to explode. His jaw tenses as you just stare at each other. He's never seen you make such an ironic cold smile before.

He wants to say something about this; something that is going to show you that a friend is far from how he sees you, but he has the feeling that most of the words will get stuck in his throat and he’s going to choke.

“Thank you.” He murmurs. “I’ll buy you a drink. What do you—”

“I’m good.” You cut him off and turn around.

“Are you leaving?”

“Yeah.” You keep making your way towards the exit and he keeps following you which puts even more pressure on you. “I came only to see your performance.”

You have to say goodbye, and as hard as it is, you shift your gaze to face him once you’re out at the parking lot.

“I want to go home.” You peer into his eyes and catch them softening. “Bye, Hyeongjun. Have fun, you put on a great show.”

“Just give me five minutes.” He speaks out and his breath almost stops when he sees your silhouette freeze in one place. He wonders if you’re going to walk back to him or leave because it’s over between you. Honestly, he doesn’t want to know. “Five minutes and I will let you go if that’s what you want.”

Hyeongjun opens the door to the backseats of his car and steps aside so you can get in. He sits down next to you and for a few seconds both of you just stay there in silence that makes the air thicker, suffocating you.

“I already told you, but I’m really sorry that I was not able to come.”

“You made me look like a fool, and you wasted her time.”

“Tell her I apologise.”

“You could’ve messaged me that you’re not coming.” You feel your voice rising higher and you take a deep breath. You don’t want to show how much all of this actually hurts you. You don’t want to cry.

“I was busy and it just slipped my mind. I forgot, Y/N.” Hyeongjun turns to look at you, but you instantly move your gaze to the other window to avoid his. “I don’t know what else to say.”

“No, that’s enough.” You say quietly, almost exhausted. “It was not important enough for you to remember.”

“You know that’s not true.” Hyeongjun’s tone goes back to being firm and tense. To see you so convinced that he doesn’t find you important angers him.

He rolls down the window a bit and welcomes the chilly air. It feels nice before you speak up again, and it’s just another stab in his wound.

But he deserves it.

“It’s the only thing I’m sure of right now.”

He sighs, resting his head back. He got introduced to so many new emotions since he met you which he still doesn’t know how to process.

He wants to say so many things to you, yet he cannot find the strength to utter a single word.

“I’m sorry for being so bad at this.” Guilt starts to cause his voice to weaken. “I’ve never had someone to care about so much… It scares me.”

“Is this why you told me to leave?” You ask after a moment of processing his words. You would’ve never thought that fear is what he feels when he’s with you.

“I didn’t want you to see me like that.” Hyeongjun meets your eyes for the first time since you got inside the car. He quickly looks away, worried the direct contact will steal his boldness to speak. “I didn’t… I didn’t want you to see how I doubt myself and how every single thing I do just backfires.”

“I wanted to be there for you!”

“I was being pathetic!” He shouts.

You shake your head in disbelief and press your lips together to try and not let your emotions get the better of you.

“You were being a normal human being with feelings, and you need to let them be.” You face him and he finally turns to you again. “Doesn’t matter if I’m there or not.”

“I wanted you to stay.”

“Then you should’ve not pushed me away.” Your bottom lip begins to tremble. “As you keep doing only to come back and do it all over again.”

The repressed noise of the club invades the silence in the car as you both wait for the other to say something.

Hyeongjun’s face looks almost defeated.

“There’s nothing to be afraid of,” you whisper with the realisation that it won’t make his fear disappear on the instant. But hopefully it makes room for other, more positive emotions.

Hyeongjun lays a hand on the side of your face. Light sparkles appear in his eyes solely from feeling your skin against his again.

You move one hand over his wanting to keep it there for a few more seconds. The comfort of his palm always feels like your heart gets wrapped into a soft blanket and your eyelids turn heavy.

During this moment, something in Hyeongjun hurts and races with passion at the same time.

He leans in, resting his forehead against yours while another I'm sorry falls from his lips.

His scent is a bittersweet mixture of cigarette smoke, beer and the cologne he often likes to use. You missed it so much.

“I’m falling in love with you.”

His confession causes your heart to jump out of your chest.

You tilt your chin up to meet his eyes. You’ve never needed to see them more than you do right now.

Hyeongjun’s thumbs rub your cheeks gently like he’s afraid not to break you - with his touch or any of his words. His gaze, vulnerable and warm, travels slowly from your eyes to your lips and back.

He’s known this for so long now; all that’s left is to finally say it out loud.

“I’m so in love with you. I want to be with you, Y/N.”

You pull him closer by the shirt and he gasps quietly before your lips clash together for one deep kiss. It takes you so long to separate your mouths that you both need to take a deep breath afterwards.

“Say something,” he whispers with eyes shut; brows knitted as you search for his soft lips. The feeling of your nails scratching him while you pull him by the back of his neck makes his insides twirl. “Anything.”

“Make me yours.”

You kiss him again. Your desperation tastes almost demanding. Hyeongjun’s hand slides up your thigh as your dress hikes up your hips more and more.

The moment he helps you out to sit on his lap you break the kiss and observe each other’s faces under the street lights.

Hyeongjun smiles lazily meanwhile his fingers pull down the straps of your dress. Just now he realises how pretty it is.

“From now on you’re mine.” He states, exposing your bare chest, but still keeping his gaze focused on how you blink euphorically at him. “Only mine.”

You’ve been his from the start. You both know it.

“And I’m yours,” he then adds, and you feel the urge to almost scream with excitement but you manage to keep it all in.

You cup his face with two hands and run your thumbs over his mouth.

“Sounds good to me.”

He lets your thumb slip into his mouth and bites it as he devours your beauty painted sensually from the dim lighting.

“You know what I want right now, right?” He asks, moving your hands down.

You do.

You want it too, but your eyes inspect your surroundings as you debate if it’s a good idea.

Anyone could leave the bar at any moment and see you.

Hyeongjun’s lips curl mischievously at the hard time you’re having with making the decision.

“What’s there to think about?” He chuckles and leans in to kiss the spot between your breasts. “We’ve done worse things in public together before.”

His hands squeeze both of them as he covers your skin in kisses, and after he’s done, his mouth opens and devours the left one. He hums at the feeling of your soft plush flesh only to bite your nipple roughly and laugh at your startled reaction.

His tongue begins to twirl and twist around it; the muscle toys with your sensitivity, stimulates your body, slowly but surely, and you sit there, letting the wave grow bigger with each suck he makes.

You know he can take a long time with this, and you’re going to let him while you run your fingers through his hair. He’s right, you could care less about the parking lot.

Hyeongjun frees his mouth from your boob and runs his tongue in the direction of your neck. His teeth sink in once again. This time the moan crawls out of your throat quickly and this eagers him even more.

With the intense lust he feels in this moment, and the way it results into his mouth treating you, it’s not possible for you to leave this place without fresh bruises all over your neck and cleavage.

“Fuck, I can’t stop.” He mutters against your skin before forcing himself to lean back with puffy red lips. “Isn’t there something my slut wants to do?”

The answer has already been sitting on your tongue, but his provocative stare helps you get bolder and say it.

“I want to ride you.”

Hyeongjun grins and rests his arms on the backseat behind him.

Your hands start undoing his belt - impatiently, because you need to feel him inside you now, and quickly while the parking lot is still empty. However, a disapproving sound from his mouth steals your attention.

You look up and he tilts his head to the side, staring at you with anticipation. You’re forgetting something.

“Please,” you mewl with apologetic eyes, “let me ride your cock.”

He knew it won’t take you long to realise what you’re missing, but he didn’t expect the ending of your sentence at all.

So far you’ve spoken boldly only on the phone.

“My cock?” Hyeongjun raises a brow with a pleasant surprise. “Sounds so filthy when you say it, baby. The condoms are right there.”

“We don’t need one.” You say while pushing your panties to the side. A shy smile appears on your face when you see the boy’s astonished expression. “I’m on the pill now, don’t worry.”

Hyeongjun’s about to say something, but the way you cautiously glide on top of his erected cock causes him to remain silent.

His head drops down to see your hips swaying back and forth; same movements that helped you get off on that pillow you humped for his enjoyment in the band’s basement.

His tip starts oozing with arousal as you caress his stiff length with your cunt, spreading the moisture that also got your underwear sticky. Hyeongjun sighs at the nice feeling of your intimate lips, of your clit brushing his dick that makes you even wetter.

“Want to tease me?” He glances up at you with suspicion.

“Is it working?” You ask innocently as you keep holding onto his shoulders. Your pussy is still travelling up and down his member and you decide to make everything better by spitting in your hand and smearing it along.

Hyeongjun takes a second to answer, because the way you unexpectedly grip his cock takes him aback. You touch him as you always do no matter which part of his body you’re touching, softly, as if you could ever hurt him, but your newly born confidence is what leaves him at loss for words.

An unexpected wave of strong pleasure hits him out of nowhere as you coat him with your saliva, which is another thing that baffles him, but he quickly regains composure and replies:

“More than you think.”

Your fingers keep his cock pressed between your lips and his leaky tip massages your clit effectively every time you roll your hips.

“Keep doing that and I will bend you over.” Hyeongjun grips your jaw as a warning. “I don’t care who sees.”

Your sparkling eyes smile at him before you sink down. You effortlessly welcome his entire cock inside and the feeling you earned is staggering. Without the protection the warmth is even stronger, the moisture and the pleasant rush feels already double. How will you handle what’s about to happen next?

You stay sat for a moment to really get used to the new sensation that feels like it’s been made to be shared by the two of you.

Hyeongjun’s black nails sink into the skin of your thighs; his teeth grab onto his bottom lip as your gummy walls keep him in. He’s just as astonished as you. He’s done it without condoms before, but with you it feels different - so natural, so good; as if he hasn’t known real pleasure before.

“Fuck, this is…” You want to express your delight, to let him know how much you love having him like this, but the right words come so slowly right now.

“So much better?”

You nod eagerly then start moving up and down, feeling all of him so well. Your soft moans fill up the small space of the car before they eventually sneak out through the half-open window.

You hear a couple walking out of the building, but they go in a different direction so you’re not going to be seen.

“C’mon, kitten,” Hyeongjun’s low voice caresses your heated body as he leans into your chest again. “Do you know how bad I want to cum inside? Now that you’re mine.”

His teeth graze your skin before his lips form a satisfied smirk once he catches you speeding up your movements; eagerly trying to grow the pace to fit your burning needs. In his clouded mind the single word mine keeps repeating itself over and over again.

A stronger moan slips from your tongue when Hyeongjun fills up his mouth with your boob once again while one of his hands is busy adjusting your arms to stay behind your back.

You slow down, panting, feeling your whole body sticking from sweat despite the night breeze that’s brushing your bodies. The adrenaline rush flooding your veins keeps your tummy swirling.

Your figure squirms vividly from another thrill - his thumb circling your clit as you stay still to take a break.

“Oh my God—“ You pant as your thighs begin to tremble from pleasure.

Hyeongjun sucks loudly on your nipple before pulling back, eyeing the fresh blemishes that are forming on different parts of your body.

If you look closely enough you’ll notice that the corner of his mouth is drooling.

“Get back to work, pretty girl.” A firm slap on your ass signals you to open your eyes. “Are you waiting for an audience?”

You feel his hands go on your hips to guide your next few moves. His grip tightens and you follow his lead - with a bit of pain in the knees you start rocking back and forth.

“Yeah, that’s it.” Hyeongjun’s groans start to multiple as you keep your hips moving the way he showed you, and the sounds are so captivating. “You’re so freakin’ good at being a whore for me, baby. Shit—“

Hyeongjun shifts a bit in his place without even really realising it; his body starts squirming from the pleasant waves washing over him again and again.

He’s so used to having the full control over fucking you rough that now when he doesn’t pull the strings completely, he starts to slowly lose his cool.

Even more sweat gathers on his forehead and neck where his adam’s apple won’t stop moving from how often he needs to swallow because of you.

“Holy shit…” he gulps again, then moans loudly like never before. "Fuck-k, don't stop."

His one hand gets lost inside your hair and pulls; the other one supports your lower half.

You wouldn’t dare to stop even for a second now. Your core burns with so much desire that your vision starts to blur as if you’ve been drinking all night; your muscles feel like they’re melting from doing their best to keep up the good rhythm that matches the one of your heartbeats.

“Baby—“ your whines shake as Hyeongjun keeps your head thrown back and your painted glistening throat exposed to his lips.

He doesn’t have enough energy nor concentration to continue marking you though. The clenching of your cunt distracts him from anything else.

“Baby, I—“ you mumble just as he reaches for your throat and leaves your hair a mess. His fingers squeeze your neck on the sides and this only pulls you closer to your climax. The knot of pleasure throbs dangerously inside you the longer he holds you like this.

“I got you.” He manages to coo at your ear as he feels you crumbling in his embrace. “I got you, sweetheart.”

The moment you need it the most, his hands drop to push you down hard in order to keep your hips moving while the intense rush lasts. His jaw tenses the more you clench, the more your thighs shake on both sides of his body as you feel electrified by the powerful delight.

He, on the other hand, lets a long, quiet moan that brings butterflies in your stomach once it lands warm on your skin, but he hasn't finished yet.

"Sorry, baby," he sighs, staring at your lips that were producing the most erotic whimpers he's ever heard. Your moans always have even bigger effects on him when you're making them somewhere you don't want to be heard. "If I'm gonna cum inside you I want to be able to watch it spill out of your pretty cunt afterwards." he smiles at the immediate shift of your flustered gaze. Wanting to bring back the eye contact you had, he picks your chin with his fingers before continuing his thought. "Then I want to fuck it all back into you."

Your eyes lower to his lips as he speaks to you. Word by word, he only grows the fire that's already burning inside you even stronger, meanwhile the simple, but attractive way his mouth moves causes yours to drool.

Hyeongjun notices your tongue wetting your lips, your fingers tugging his shirt as a sign of neediness, your aroused walls squeezing gently from time to time.

Your mouth is now leaning closer to him.

"That's how I want it to be when I fill you up for the first time, would you like that?"

He sees you swallowing as you both stare at each other's lips as if they're the only sight there is to see.

"I need that," you utter like hypnotised from the image he's painting in your mind.

"Unfortunately we can't do that here or we'll make a big mess." Hyeongjun brushes his knuckles on your cheek. "Besides, I want to have a nice view of your leaking cunt." His hand sneaks in the dark to pinch your clit.

"I want your cum in me so bad, Hyeongjun." You hear yourself saying.

"Next time, pretty girl."

With the picture of Hyeongjun slowly pulling out, and closely watching his cum drip out of you still vivid in your head, you move to kneel beside him.

You enjoy the way his spare hand instantly buries its fingers into your hair the moment you lean down to level your mouth with his cock. Your puffy lips wrap around the warm swollen tip so you can suck it softly, making him grip your hair tighter. A small shaky moan escapes his throat from the way you use your tongue on him, licking all of your essence that's been sticking to his length.

It doesn't take him long to tense and force his hips up. The rush in his core extends uncontrollably to the point his brain stops functioning, but his body starts moving on his own. He reaches into your warm throat while you focus on your breathing and hollowed cheeks. The pace is not too fast or intense which is new. Instead, his cock glides deeply in a steady sensual pace as if he wants to have the time to feel every little part of your throat, meanwhile his fist continues to grasp at the roots of your hair extra tightly in order to keep your head still.

Once things escalate, Hyeongjun freezes, pressing you down into his body and you wait to collect all he has to give on your tongue. His fist eventually releases your hair as he pants heavily, trying to calm down from his high.

You clean him up with small kitten licks, but also longer ones, that press a bit harder at the sides of his base. His hand strokes your back up and down as you do it. You give his tip one last kiss, and soon enough you look at each other.

His eyes seem so dazed; so high and stimulated.

“If someone’s been watching you all this time...” He speaks up first. “They got lucky.”

The comment makes you laugh, but you quickly pull your dress back up... just in case.

“They’ll remember this forever.” He grins affectionately with a hint of pride.

Again... this undeniable influence his smile has that he's so unaware of... It makes you want to stop everything you're doing and stare.

"What?" His brows furrow a bit.

"Nothing," you reply. "You should smile more often."

Hyeongjun's nose scrunches as he chuckles silently when looking away.

He quickly turns to look back at you again though.

"I will."

Of course, he will. You’re his.

His. His. His.

! please do not repost, copy or translate my works

! please keep in mind that english is not my first language. i apologise in advance for any mistakes i’ve might missed

♡ taglist: @delusional-bae @xhfics @jeongin-lvr @zynz0 @kgyam4

[afkhowstrange]

My Merlin’s lore and afkj headcanons

THERE WILL BE SPOILERS!!!

English isn’t my first language, i can’t write a decent story so i’m gonna yap the hell out of her lore:

- She goes by Rose since it was the only thing remained in her head the moment she woke up with severe memory loss or rather wiped.

- Thank god Merlin aka the not-yet-amnesiac-Rose left her a note filled with rules:

Dura’s orders and these following rules are the utmost things you should obey

1. If encounter a hypofiend, kill on sight

2. Keep moving forward, there’s no point of looking at your past

3. Help those who are in need if possible

4. Enjoy your new life, live to your heart’s content

5. Treat those you consider friends generously

6. Be well prepared for what’s to come, believe in yourself

Supreme Magister Merlin, Rose.

Rose was very skeptical of this note but later on, no one seemed to understand the language written on the note so it’s real legit she thinks.

- Merlin also left her infinite scroll filled with spells, incantations, hexes, jinxes and curses in alphabetical order, in a language only she could read of course. The only difficulty was to learn them all over again.

- The time when Rose goes into avatar state was actually Dura protecting her.

- Hammie helped Rose a lot with how to use magic. The little familiars were shocked and uneased that their master lost her memories all of a sudden, but as time goes by, they got used to the new magister eventually. The fact that the iconic traits of their master is still there, helped them feel at ease.

- Can’t say the same with Rose though, girl got existential crisis and impostor syndrome after finding out her magic (aside from the spells that Dura blessed her) is weak as hell compared to the great magister Merlin that Hogan and Mirael knew.

- She burned her ass out later on, learing spells, training in combat with Chippy, trying to reach people’s expectations of the great Merlin, if people find out their protector, Dura’s chosen one is a wimp, they’ll lose their faith.

Now, onto my headcanons of afkj’s lore

These multiple people holding out to the swords isn’t Merlin, they’re the fallen god’s Chosen ones.

I think these lines explained it well. Gosh i love Waves of intrigue.

Multiple heroes wielding swords, only one holding a torch, that’s our Magister Merlin!

If you’re sad that our Merlin doesn’t have a sword, worry not, they got a pretty sick one right here 👇 keep in mind that Phraesto is 205cm tall and this sword is longggg

And that’s it, thank you for reading, there’s more about Rose and her past rocking in the Inmortal war but that’s for another day, my phone is lagging as i was writing these words :,(

Here have some art! …yeah i isekai-ed my oc to Esperia to be Merlin so that’s why she got that hairstyle.

[aspenicus-is-learning]

pullpin fic rapidly approaching 20k... here is a snippet

The 2028 Formula 1 season kicks off on March 10th in Australia, and Doriane has never felt so much like a zoo animal. 

It was bad in testing—it was bad in F2, and F3, and F4, and F1 Academy, and WEC—but this is like nothing before. Everyone is fucking learing at her, constantly. Not so much the drivers—or, at least, not all of them. Ugo is a rookie along with her this year, and he’s had some time to get used to her, so have Alex (Powell), and Dino, to a certain extent, he’s lived with Maya so he knows how to act—but most of the male media personnel, some of the more… enthusiastic fans, and a lot of mechanics and other team members. The Audi people are great, pretty much universally (some of the mechanics on Logan’s side of the garage seem… uncomfortable, but Doriane isn’t working with them, so it’s fine). 

Their eyes are just… Constant, from the moment Doriance comes into view. Logan seems to be trying to distract her from the fact everyone is always looking, trying at every turn to catch her attention, though not in a way that makes her think of anything more than a little kid who can tell something’s wrong, whose only course of action is distraction. 

It’s working, a little bit. At the very least, Doriane appreciates the effort. It’s kind. 

Media day is the worst of the weekend, though. When Doriane can get in the car, when she can drown everything out in the roaring of engines—F2 is here, and F3, so the sounds of the cars are pretty constant, and always soothing. Doriane has always loved the sound of this sport, the smell of it, the feeling it gave the air. 

The car is… Fine. Doriane has had better cars, and certainly she has had worse cars, done good things in worse cars. They won’t be looking for podiums, not on normal weekends, but points should be coming consistently. It will be okay. 

Doriane knows, with this chance, Abbi would be able to do so much more than Doriane knows she will achieve. With this chance, she could have already done it so much better. So much more in the way of progress, so much for the rest of non-men in motorsports. Doriane is an activist because she has to be, a historian because she has to be, a symbol because she has to be. Abbi was made for these roles, made to be the figurehead of this community. 

They want Doriane’s body, but they need Abbi’s mind. Where Doriane does her job as a woman in this world with a sense of duty, learns the past so well she dreams in black and white and the faded yellow of Lella Lombardi’s car with an air of necessity, and crafts herself to a picture of perseverance like a soldier going to war, Abbi enjoys these tasks. Enjoys the process of creating a god, creating the ideal of divinity needed to survive. She likes to learn the history, loves to fight people about women’s place in this high tower, and enjoys every second of promised godhood, every tiny drop of ambrosia that the world supplies her. 

Abbi would thrive in this environment for all the reasons Doriane loves her—she is loud and happy and bubbling and relentlessly joyful, in the face of everything. (Lately, that shine had been wearing, at least in private, but.) Abbi was sunshine, she was light, and she lived for the roar of the crowd the way Doriane lived for the roar of the engine. 

TELL ME YOUR FAVORITE LINE I BEG OF YOU <3

[geeksauruse]

Things the Bayverse boys love that you do and how they would support you in them!

(Idk this just sits in my brain and I thought it was cool, also there’s probably spelling errors 😌✨🌈✨🌈🐢💜)

• Leo would love to watch you do make up and just how you put it on, if you struggle he would want to lead with you but if you know just how to perfectly do it, he would love it even more and consider it an awsome skill of yours.

•Leo would also like it if you sew of embroider things, would want you to do designs on his gear or stuff in his room( after a while cause of brothers teasing him for the floral patterns on his pants) but would watch over your shoulder while you sit in his lap as he “meditates”.

• Donnie would think it’s cool if you dye your hair( mikey would love this as well but Donnie would love it a bit more) would love to help by learning how to do it( he would take the time to learn just the right way to apply it), using the color wheel to match and make the exact color you want.

•if you like reading he fully supports it, he loves reading to as but doesn’t get to do it as often cause of how little time as he has for it Saving the world and keeping New York safe. I’m his free time he will read things you like to learn about your interests he also recommends books he thinks you may like.

•Raph would obviously, love if you worked out. Top noch thing he does all the time so it would be great if you did it as well, he would see it as a bonding time sort of thing and not to mention he likes seeing you workout, thinks you look both cute and hot doing anything in the dojo.

•Raph also would love it if you had an interest in pottery or other form of art work with your hands. He loves carving and knitting( would also think it’s cool if you knit or sew) but it just allows another thing to remind him that you two are similar even if your from two separate worlds( he’s an Insecure Boy 🥺)

• where do I start with Mikey… this man loves all your hobbies and will certainly try most of them out if he can.

•like I said hair dye ,if you did it often he would learn how to dye hair and do cool designs in it, so like longer hair he would do waves of color and layers ,and for shorter hair he would Lear to do cool patterns like flowers, hearts, skulls you name it.he’s an artist for crying out loud!

• miles would also like it if you were into gardening, he kinda kills plants super easy cause he forgets to water them, so if you can make pretty and gorgeous plants and flowers grow in your apartment then he will be so impressed.

random headcanons and Tom foolery done, see you guys later for more.

[selenophilc]

yeah uh. what if i exploded.

THIS ISNT REAL I CANT BELIEVE... LEAR IN THE LODGE. the fact that his lodge item is a ring is so... OUYGHGH. pretty rich boy.

BUT WHAT HIT ME WAS THE DIFFERENCE IN CHEREN AND LEAR'S SECOND LODGE PHOTOS. they are LITERALLY day and night... almost reminds me of their characters arcs but maybe thats a little much LOL. also they're both blushing in their photos how do you think that makes me feel AAAUUUGGH.

[astroels]

Dream girl

E. Williams x Reader

Sum: leaving a party with a pretty auburn headed girl and smoking with her, just having a good time.

wc: 1.5k

Fluff, making out

a/n: thought abt this last night and thought it was a cute idea

It was never a good idea to leave a party with a stranger, but the eye contact made with the lonely girl across the room sparked an understanding. It only strengthened when she walked towards you with a shy smile, asking you if you'd want to go elsewhere with her. You said yes, not only because she seemed like a sweetie, but you needed the company. The party was getting lonely, just babysitting your full cup while standing in a corner waiting for your friends to leave. Besides, it wasn't often you got to meet someone who made you feel comforted on meeting basis.

You sat next to the pretty girl in the back of her run down truck under the stars. You didn't know this would be "elsewhere," but it wasn't bad. She didn't speak much as she drove to this field, only small talk here and there over the music she played to fill the silence. Now that you were finally sat and comfortable, you decided it was time to actually talk.

You looked towards the girl, adjusting the blanket you shared at an awkward distance. "Is it too late to ask for a name?" The girl looked back at you curiously. "Maybe. could be a killer afterall." Her tone seemed to be a playful one. You chuckled awkwardly hoping she was joking. "If you are, please make it quick and put me out of my misery." You touched your heart to add exaggeration. She gave a light hearted chuckle and bit her bottom lip. "Ellie." She didn't strike you as an Ellie, but it fit her. "Pretty name for a pretty face." The words came out of your mouth naturally without double thinking it. The way Ellie's face gave a shocked expression made it less embarrassing. You could almost see the way she reddened with the moonlight.

When you told her your name, she complimented it. Everytime you shared eye contact, it made you want to melt, she felt intense in the most comforting way possible. Even though you felt okay with this girl, anxiety still knotted your stomach, it wasn't everyday you met someone and spent time alone with them automatically. Your thoughts were interrupted by Ellie's voice. "Uhm, do you smoke?" She glanced at you while pulling out a pre-rolled joint from her hoodie. Her features looked so soft when she looked at you, her eyes practically seducing you. You smoked, not without a friend, but you guess Ellie could count as a friend. "Yeah, I do." You smiled after replying. "Great, okay here." She passed you the joint, reaching into her jeans for the lighter.

She lit the joint as it layed between your fingers. It somehow felt wrong for you to take the first drag, so you spoke up. "You take the first one, Ellie." Her name sounding foreign to your tongue as it rolled out. She scooted closer towards you; the warmth that radiated off her body was just a couple of centimeters away. "Uhuh, you go ahead." Her words sounded like a whisper so close to your ear. They tempted you to turn her way, to look for something more, but you settled on just looking forward. You made a noise of agreement and took the first drag, coughing a little after. "Mm, y'got baby lungs." She chuckled at her own teasing. Her comment made you feel small but confident in a way to counter it. Turning your head to face her, you spoke. "Not always." You stared at her eyes for a second, watching hers bat up from your lips.

"Here." You held the joint to her lips, not allowing her to grab it. She hesitated before accepting the babying. "What're you doing?" Her voice came out in a low raspy tone as she licked her lips. " 'm helping you out." You said innocently, smiling. She hummed in agreement, accepting the help in taking a drag. You took another drag once the smoke of Ellie's had disappeared into the air. You both shared the joint, talking about interests, getting unconsciously closer physically. She learned about your interests that you fixated on, your classes, favorites, almost everything was talked about that night.

"Mmm what about instruments, play any?" The awkwardness had faded and turned into comfort in each other's presence. "Hmmm," You laid your head on her shoulder wondering if you should tell her about the guitar you'd gotten. It's totally lame to have one and not know a single thing about it right? Oh well, the you didn't have much train of thought left after Ellie put out the joint. "Got a guitar, dunno how to play it though." You felt Ellie's laugh vibrate from her shoulder. "Does that not count?" You looked up at her. "Not quite." You scoffed jokingly. "Yeah, well what do you play then?" You felt her stare down at you. "Guitar actually-- could teach you if you'd like." Your heart lit up at the thought she wanted to hangout again after tonight. "For sure." You were certain she could feel the way you grinned childishly. "I'll give you my number before we leave, pretty girl."

Your head shot up, looking at her in uncertainty if you heard correctly. "Pretty girl?" You questioned, checking to see if she meant it or it was a casual pet name. "You're really pretty y'know." She said it in a raspy whisper that made your heart flutter, feeling it knot into your stomach. You felt Ellie's hand come up to your face, laying on your cheek. Her hands felt clampy as if they'd been sweating, but you weren't going to mention it. "You are too," was all that came out lowly. As the words left your lips, you felt her other arm, with a beautifully done tattoo you might add, snake around your back. At first, it was just closeness that consumed both of you, basking in the warmth. But soon you were straddling her thighs as both your faces inched closer to each other, discarding the blanket that once covered you.

Ellie's eyes looked hazy with pink tones; it made her all the more attractive. You saw Ellie scan from your eyes to your lips to back to your eyes. Even in the silence, there was a mutual understanding of what's to come. You grabbed Ellie's face and pulled her in, locking your lips with hers. She held a grip on your curve that sat above your ass. Her lips were so soft and plump, you were glad they felt as good as they looked against yours. Soon, Ellie's energy switched into a more dominant one, biting the bottom of your lip for access. Her tongue felt slick against yours as you moaned in pleasure. When she pulled away, her lips looked swollen to match her dreamy eyes. She soon went after your neck instead. She left sloppy kisses near your ear, teasing with licks here and there. The noises she pulled from you only increased her ego to keep on going. As she got lower to your collarbone, she increased the time she spent, sucking to leave marks on display that she was there.

She made her way back up to plant a final kiss on your lips. She then moved past your face to rest her head on your shoulder, pulling you into a semi hug. With your face so close to her neck, you decided to tease her. "Ellie--" you whispered near her ear. You felt her body shudder at your voice. You planted kisses along her neck, experimenting with different ways to see what drew noise. Your softly bit her neck while kissing, and she let out a shaky whimper, something you hadn't heard from her before. You did it again which let her release a breathless moan. You enjoyed that you could do this to her. Not surprised she was into biting, you pulled away so you could face her. "That's interesting," you purred in teasement. Ellie stuttered while trying to find a response and hide the red that covered her face.

With no words to say to your comment, she let out an awkward laugh. "I like you," You couldn't tell if it was a confession or question, but you took it as the one that pleased you most. She rubbed her hand up and down your back in soothing motions. Your smile reached your eyes without you wanting it too. "I like you too, Ellie." You planted a kiss on her and got off. "Now take me home please." You demanded while tilting your head and smiling to make the remark lighthearted.

Once you reached your apartment complex, you waved goodbye to Ellie; She stayed parked near the entrance, you assumed it was to make sure you made it in safe. You looked into your pocket to find your keycard, but instead you were met with a paper.

"Call me :) (307) xxxx-xxx"

You looked back to Ellie, she winked and like that she was gone. She was the girl you'd dreamed of.

[sraksha]

I've said this before, but i struggle with inconsistency, and it was only last year when i started to figure out how to draw humans. So i thought it'd be fun to compile my fave drawings of the LU boys faces, as i feel that is the biggest thing i struggle with.

Let's begin!

THIS-

THIS IS PERFECTION. It's from an angst piece, but this is the best man face i have ever drawn. I have mainly drawn girls, and like, boys are easy enough to draw, but i struggle so bad with more masculine men. But this, to me, is just so so good. Honestly i really like how i drew Time in this one. With the shading and highlights he just looks so good.

This is from the same angst piece and i really like this one. Twi is one of the oldest Links, but in my eyes he still has a bit of a boyish look to him. There were other drawings that looked similar enough, and that im happy with, but this one still speaks to me the most.

ANOTHER NEAR PERFECT ONE.

Whenever i draw Wars, this is the one i pull up as reference, and i say to myself "This is what you're aiming for. Please, for the love of god, try to do this again." Idk, i just REALLY like this one. And he is very pretty, even with his hair a bit messed up.

Ah, Wild from the Links in dresses series. Overall, probably one of my fave drawings lol. In this one his chin is smaller than i usually try to draw it, but come one, he is gorgeous. And he knows it.

To my shock, i haven't drawn Sky that many times to have a lot of variety. He is mostly calm and/or happy in my drawings. But i like this one. Plus he is talking about Sun!

Hyrule is another one i don't have too many drawings of, but this is just so cute. Little fae on a mischievous mood. I just like it so much. With Hyrule, his hair is what i struggle with the most. It's pretty easy to sketch, but i ALWAYS have problems lining it?? I don't get it. But in this one it turned out good.

This is a one-off that i've never been able to draw again. He somehow looks more mature in this?? Idk i just really REALLY like this one. My precious wet rag covered in glitter is processing so hard.

This is in my more relaxed, not-so-fleshed-out style. It's just really cute. The shock! The disbelief! Adorable!

WIMDY. This just feels pretty on brand for him, being a toon Link and all. This is actually the first time i drew Wind! He's adorable and i love it.

Bonus!

This is from my learing curve, and first time drawing Ravio. Im not too happy with the hair, but i really like how his face turner out. He just looks so soft and happy.

Shadow just has cat vibes imo. Line art and eyeliner on point. I just vibe with this whole drawing. Gosh i need to draw Shadow more often.

[sunrisestudyblr]

Day 1:

SEPTEMBER 2!!! That means it’s fall….it was just chilly enough for a hoodie :))

tomorrow is class day, so I needed to make sure to have all my assignments done on time! Next week is big exam day, so the focus is on revision and worksheets.

finished:

— two entire practice tests completed in challenges (fourteen challenges total). — drilling math formulas

— science worksheet with problem explanations written out

— math ‘cheat sheet’ completed and drilled

— worked through the practice math questions to prep for quiz tomorrow

— looked through some gorgeous Botticelli paintings for a little rest :))

🎧: ur so pretty — wasia project

📚: of human bondage by W. Somerset Maughan and king Lear by Shakespeare

Highlight of day: getting to study in the pretty fall leaves, and getting to call a friend :))

[butchhamlet]

are there any shakespeare retellings you recommend? i really enjoy retellings but it's also difficult to find ones that like. actually understand the source material... i've read your novella duodecimal and really liked it btw! excellent take on twelfth night :-)

THANK YOU SO MUCH WAH... yes, i can recommend some retellings! i keep intending to make a big post with my recs, actually, but there are so many out there that i haven't read yet... so for now here's an incomplete list:

a thousand acres by jane smiley: the first one that came to my mind seeing this ask. it's a retelling of lear set on an american farmstead, and the adaptation is done beautifully and smoothly--it's just distinct enough from OG Lear that you can judge it as a book on its own but also as a lear retelling. and it's sooooo good. it starts a little slow, but the character work is so excellent and it almost made me cry (i will note that there's a pretty hefty cw on this one but... saying what it is is technically spoilers? but feel free to send another ask or message if you want to know up-front)

the last true poets of the sea by julia drake: books that made me have to turn my camera off in zoom class so i could bawl properly. books written for me specifically. this is a loose YA retelling of twelfth night (looser than some of the other retellings on this list) and it's like. perfect. the teenage dialogue actually sounds like teenagers. every emotional beat clubbed me over the head. the love triangle is present--and done really well; it's not present for drama but because sometimes being a teenager is confusing--but more than that this is a book about the relationship between violet and her sibling, and about mental health, and god it makes me CRAZY. also girls kiss in this one

rosencrantz and guildenstern are dead by tom stoppard: i mean. i think most people into shakespeare know r&gad. but in case you haven't read it yet, it's an absurdist play from the point of view of rosencrantz and guildenstern and it's absolutely fucking brilliant. not sure what else to say about this; you've really just gotta read it

teenage dick by mike lew: another play, this one on the modern side--a retelling of richard iii set in a high school, focusing explicitly on disability issues. kind of more a reimagining than a retelling, honestly, but i really like the exploration of r3's themes and also it's fucking hysterical. although i will say there's a kind of jarring tonal shift in this one near the end, so don't go to it for something 100% comedic

american moor by keith hamilton cobb: okay this isn't exactly a retelling but if you've ever read othello you have to read it. you just have to. please god if you've ever read a shakespeare PLEASE. it's a monologue from the perspective of a black man trying out for the role of othello, half-resigned to being pigeonholed into playing that specific role in a very specific way as directed by a white director, but also half-chafing against that resignation, and also exploring the complexities of loving shakespeare as a black man, and it's soooooo so good

exit, pursued by a bear by e.k. johnston: this one is kind of cheating because it's not really a retelling, in that it has next to nothing to do with the winter's tale except that there is a hermione character and a leontes character and a paulina character. i still think it's a very very well-done YA book, though, and one of the only ones i've read that deals head-on with abortion

foul is fair by hannah capin: okay, i will admit i read this one some years ago when i was more into YA, so i'm not sure i would still go crazy over it now, but the plot of this book is that the modern lady macbeth character gets assaulted by a guy at a party and decides to kill everyone who let that happen. and then she does. and idk i read it in two days it felt like being on crack

the wednesday wars by gary schmidt: this one is DEFINITELY cheating, because this isn't a retelling of anything. but if you like shakespeare and you're open to reading historical fiction about a kid in the 60s using shakespeare as a lens through which to understand the chaos of his life (from the vietnam war to his school crush)... it's so good. it made me nearly sob. beautiful book

i'm also a fan of ryan north's shakespeare choose-your-own-adventure books, but those aren't exactly retellings and also the humor will probably not work for everyone. but i like em <3

and finally, i would be remiss not to shout out the fact that @suits-of-woe wrote an INCREDIBLE retelling of the two gentlemen of verona that, like, redeemed the fact that that play exists. if you've read that play and you thought, "wow, i wish this were explicitly homoerotic, or not a rape apologia, or good in any way," you will LOVE macy's book. unfortunately it isn't fucking published yet but WITH YOUR HELP--

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Dirty Windows | 16 | Nora x Hancock

A Fallout 4 Soulmate AU

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Fic Summary:

Hancock never thought he would find his soulmate. Once a common occurrence, soulmates turned into a bit of a rarity after the bombs dropped. It was to be expected when there was an influx of people getting shot in the face on a daily basis. So when Hancock discovered that he had a soulmate he was ecstatic; all of the people in the Commonwealth, and he was one of the lucky few.

Too bad his soulmate didn't want anything to do with him.

When Nora thought for sure she was going to die too, the pain stopped – and then there was nothing. Nothing but the emptiness. Nothing but the grief. Half of her soul was suddenly gone forever. She was dropped in the middle of the ocean, drifting among the waves with no land in sight. Then just as suddenly she had been cast adrift, she found land. The hole was filled the moment it had been created. As she gripped Nate’s vault suit and begged him to open his eyes, Nora found herself battling with the horrifying realization that she had another soulmate; that some stranger had taken Nate's place.

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Back in college, Nora’s schedule was a precariously delicate thing. Work, school, and study time were somehow crammed together in a somewhat cohesive pattern that she tracked with a calendar that was pinned on the door to her apartment. Some days she worked a morning shift at a nearby diner, until she had to rush to a class. Other days she had a noon shift, and she almost always worked weekends. Coffee had been her best friend back in those days. It helped her power through her classes and her studying, and it helped her through her workday. There was very little time for a social life outside of study groups, and there was even less time she could give her body the exercise that it needed. With her days so thoroughly jam packed, and with her mornings already kicking off at the crack of dawn, Nora had taken to walking or running in the middle of the night.

There had been more than one occasion where she had to stop and talk to the cops due to reports of a suspicious person running around in the middle of the night. The police officers in question got to know Nora pretty well, and they were able to find her on her typical exercise route. One of the officers insisted that she packed a can of pepper spray, and when she didn’t get her own he gave one to her. It was surprising how much safer she felt with the little aerosol can tucked into her pocket. Nora had never once been accosted by any sort of assailant on her runs, but it was nice knowing she would be prepared if she was.

These days, with the world in complete disrepair, Nora could be armed to the teeth and she would still be completely on edge. After recovering from her bout of radiation sickness, and cleaning the sick from her vault suit, she had escorted Mama Murphy back to Sanctuary and then she lingered there for a bit. She let Codsworth be the mother hen that he was; he worried over her, and fed her, before talking her ear off for nearly an entire hour about the settlers that had taken residence in their neighborhood. 

Eventually, Nora and her faithful canine companion made their way out of Sanctuary. Instead of going to the Truck Stop, Nora found herself wandering straight past her home away from home. She made her way through Concord. Despite having been passed out sick in the middle of the street for a good chunk of the morning with no trouble at all, she kept her pistol loaded and in her hand. Unlike the comfort the pepper spray bought her so many years ago, the pistol didn’t bring her any sense of security. She continued to wander, without any particular destination in mind, just a little desperate to clear her head.

Nora knew that if she had any hope to find Shaun, she needed to leave the comforts of home and start looking. Wandering around alone didn’t seem like an optimal option, but she had very quickly learned that help came with a price. Preston had offered to help, but in exchange he wanted Nora to accept the title of Minuteman General. Nora could barely take care of herself in post-apocalyptic America, she wasn’t going to be responsible for settlements of other people. Codsworth was willing to tag along, but she didn’t know what she would do if she lost him. John had begged to help her on more than one occasion. It was just that morning when he demanded where she was so he could come save her - no strings attached.

But there was apparently way more to John than she had expected.

Mama Murphy said he was a killer, but also a savior.

The concept made Nora uncomfortable, but at the same time… had Nate been any different? Nate had been a military man, trained to fight and kill to keep his country and his people safe. And he had killed people – he had openly admitted it. As far as Nora knew, Nate had never tortured a man for information, though. That brief glimpse the night before, watching as the knife slowly slipped into the skin of the sobbing man, had chilled Nora to the bone. She was reminded yet again, that this was a different place. It might as well be a different world. Nora hadn’t witnessed any sort of standardized law. People were roaming about with guns and makeshift weapons. They were attacking one another for money, and gear.

Nora could recall more than one philosopher that would be preening with delight at the current state of things. There was one scholar in particular who argued that the natural condition of mankind was, essentially, a constant state of war. Not war as she had known it, but a war that pinned each and every single person against each other; where it was a man’s natural right to do everything in his power to survive. There was another scholar, who would chalk it all up to the standard Social Darwinism: Only the strong survive.

Both theories seemed applicable; constant war, survival of the fittest.

Even as she tried to justify it, Nora hated it. She hated it so much. She missed feeling safe. She missed being able to trust her neighbors not to come into her house and kill her in the middle of the night because they wanted something of hers.

“You know,” she said to Dog (Mama had disclosed that the mutt’s name was actually DogMeat, but that seemed strangely cruel). “This place was beautiful once.” She looked up at the sky, the color didn’t seem quite right. It was still blue, but it wasn’t quite sky blue. It was paler, maybe, lacking its luster. It hurt, realizing that even the sky looked different from what it had been. Weather patterns were even off, apparently toting vivid green and radioactive lightning. “There used to be so much more color. Not that it matters to you…” She glanced at her companion, and he wasn’t really paying attention to her. His tongue was lolling out to the side, and the mutt looked pleased as punch. Nora slung her pack from one of her shoulders so she could root through the contents on the go. She pulled out a bottle of water, and took a gulp. She knelt down beside the dog, cupping her hand and pouring some of the water into her palm. The dog lapped at the offered water lazily.

They kept walking, only slowing when Nora caught sight of a familiar structure in the distance. A small smile tugged at her features as she took in what was left of the Starlight Drive-In. The massive screen was still in place, towering above everything else in the immediate vicinity. This had been one of Nate’s favorite places. He was a big horror movie buff, and once a month they would attend the horror movie double-feature. It was a monthly tradition that was only disrupted when Shaun was born. With a little bit of a pep in her step, Nora led the way towards the drive-in.

The vehicles at the drive-in were unexpected, and terribly haunting. Nora knew the time when the bombs dropped, knew that it was still early morning, and knew that there was no reason for there to be so many cars to be so pristinely aligned, facing the screen as if they were at the theater. It wasn’t uncommon for cars to be abandoned overnight, but the whole of the configuration seemed surreal, and deliberate. Despite Nora’s morbid thoughts, there was a sliver of comfort in the familiarity it brought. She picked up her pace, and if she was feeling a bit more like herself she would probably be running through the lot towards the concession stand but her uplifted stride fell short when Dog released a vicious snarl.

Nora came to a complete stop, eyes turning to look at the animal. His hackles were raised, his teeth bared. His eyes were locked on the ground, and he was waiting. Nora grimaced. Throwing caution to the wind, Nora made a run towards one of the closer vehicles. She wanted off of the ground, having once fallen victim the burrowing creature’s wrath once before.

The encounter didn’t last long. With Dog’s pray drive, and his uncanny ability to pinpoint the nasty (massive) mole rats before they came shooting from the ground, Nora was able to take aim and ready herself to shoot at the first sign movement. With John’s guidance, Nora had become rather proficient with her pistol. He had coached her to the smallest things, her stance, the way she held the gun, the way she pulled the trigger. Without John’s help, Nora would have been dead a long time ago. The thought made her uneasy and guilty at the same time.

Hopping down from the vehicle, Nora knelt down to praise her canine companion. With blood coating his muzzle, the dog trotted over proudly, tail wagging. “You’re such a good boy,” she cooed, scratching at that spot on his neck that got his leg kicking. “Very good boy.” Once left alone to his own devices, the dog returned to one of his kills and started eating. Nora left him to it, deciding that she would feast on whatever snack cakes Codsworth had stored in her pack before she left. Nora wandered about the drive-in. She practically shrieked when she neared the pit that marred the once pristine lot. Her Geiger counter started clicking as she neared its vicinity. She turned tail and ran until the clicking stopped.

She eyeballed the pit as if it had been there to single her out, personally.

In the midst of all of the vehicles, there was a single pickup truck, and Nora hadn’t felt so giddy in days. The tailgate was facing the screen. It conjured a memory of relaxing in the bed of Nate’s truck. Filled with pillows and blankets, and crappy theater pizza as they hunkered down to watch their movies. She didn’t hesitate to drop the tailgate and clamber into the bed of the truck. It was a little rusty, but it was clean for the most part. She unshouldered her pack, and took a quick swig of water. A cursory glance around showed that she was still very much alone. She would take a look at the cars, see what sorta junk she could pull from the wreckage. If she brought enough back, maybe Sturges would give her the time of day and help her figure out the whole water purifier thing.

Some of the things in the vehicle were already missing. She was wildly surprised to find that an entire engine had been plucked from one of the cars already. There were still things that could be of use; fan belts, filters, alternators. The ratchet came in handy, and the noise was methodic to a point where it was nearly soothing. With the music playing from her Pip-Boy, it was real easy to get immersed in the work. That was, until a gentle voice came drifting across her consciousness. The sound made her jump, the cranking ratchet’s rhythmic clicking faltered as the bit was pulled from the bolt she was working on.

”Didn’t really peg ya t’be such a gear head…”

Nora lurched for her Pip-Boy, resting under the hood on some of the vehicle’s innards so it wouldn’t get in the way. It was sorta nice to not have the weight clasped to her wrist. She turned the dial, turning the music down until it was barely audible. She practically gulped as she attempted to gather her bearings. This was the moment she had been waiting on all day. With all of the time she had to think this over, she still wasn’t entirely positive about what she was going to say to him.

“It’s, um…” her voice was airy with nervousness, and she cleared her throat to gather herself. “It’s actually kind of fun.”

”Looks messy, t’me…”

She glanced at her hands, and they were once again coated in dirt and oil. It was under her nails, coating her cuticles. Her palms dragged over the thighs of her vault suit as she forced a slight chuckle, “Yeah, kind of.”

There was a silence that stretched between them, and Nora wondered if he had left. Her hand shifted back to the Pip-Boy to turn the music back up.

”You… really had me worried this morning, y’know.”

Nora nibbled the inside of her lip, picking up the pieces of machine that she had managed to salvage from the vehicle and walked them back towards her truck. “I had myself really worried this morning.”

”How’d you end up gettin’ sick?”

“I learned about radiation storms last night,” she replied weakly. She had learned a lot of things last night.

”Fuck. I’m sorry, sweets. I shoulda said something.” The regret in his voice sounded so deeply genuine, as if he had conjured the radstorm himself and sent it to ravish the Commonwealth. 

Nora shrugged her shoulders, “I mean, why would you bother mentioning something as common as the weather? It was no one’s fault but mine.”

“Except I scared you away before you could ask. And then I didn’t bother checking in.” His voice was firm, and he was unapologetic. It was a matter-of-fact statement, and it left very little room to skirt around the topic. She wasn’t ready to talk about it. She wouldn’t be ready in a million years.

She visibly grimaced. “You…” Why did she suddenly feel as if she were on the brink of tears? Her voice cracked as she said, “You seemed busy.”

”Look,” he said slowly, sounding tired. ”I never said that I was a good guy, sweets. I’m not… I’m never going to be your fuckin’ Nate, alright? I–”

Had he been here in person, Nora would have rounded on John with the speed and force of a bullet. The urge to cry was long gone. She slammed her fists onto the tailgate of the truck and snapped, “Don’t you dare! Don’t you fucking dare bring him in to this!”

Had she not been so infuriated at the mere mention of her deceased husband, Nora would have flinched at her own usage of the F-word. She could practically taste that bar of soap. John was silent, but he was still there. She could feel it.

“You know nothing about Nate. He was everything to me, and–”

”And he was fucking perfect. I fucking get it! But he’s dead, and you’re stuck with me—“

Even as Nora’s voice rose, even as she yelled over John, she couldn’t find the capabilities to control her anger. As she tried to yell over John, John tried to yell over her, and then they were yelling at each other.

She was so caught up in the argument that she didn’t notice the arriving audience.

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