#spelling in general sucks

[tyrannosarahsrex8]

Prediction for the Hold Them Down to Odysseus song transition

[supercantaloupe]

saw a post last night complaining that the sound of music film and its popularity contribute to the "universalization of the holocaust" and that by depicting an austrian catholic gentile family's opposition to the nazi regime instead of being about jews, it paints some kind of false picture of who the nazis' real targets were. and i'm sorry but that is such a narrow minded, externally motivated reading of the film/musical. and i say this as a jew who broadly agrees that holocaust universalization and the sidelining of "the jewish problem" (as it was known in that era) in film and media is a genuine and pervasive problem. the sound of music...that is really not the right target for your ire, my friend

[bmpmp3]

i was watching a music video for a japanese song and it had built in youtube english captions so i went to turn those on but then i saw that there was like an option for "English" and then a second option for "English (Canada)" and i realized in a few seconds it was just a workaround to having two sets of english captions, one with colour changes in the lettering and one without for accessibility (the canada one was the non-fancy lettering) but for a moment i was living in a world where they were making dedicated canadian english translations for things..... measuring temperature in celsius and height in feet...... paying with loonies and toonies... going to the WASHROOM

[adudelol-reblogs]

So.excited for te arg cgat yoi zknt understa d

[saberdramon]

lightly melancholic abt the twenty one pilots album bc i don't think im going to like it, i don't think it's for me and there's a kind of sadness to that but also do i really care about pop music made by a guy who drops two verses of symbolism that pique my interest only to follow it up with lyrics abt "vibes" and The Youngsters™

[boydykedevo]

hey how come they had to change all the spells in the graphic novels EXCEPT zone of truth. does everyone just get one copyright infringement freebie.

[apleiphone2]

the song i want you by mitski feels like the end of everything, slowly approaching your lover with a knife in hand in your state of quiet insanity, after everything is over, in a house of ruin where no one else stirs. where it is silent, except for the sound of your slow steps and the useless staggering of the person in front of you -- who you love so dearly, want so badly -- too badly. you realised not long ago, after you ruined this house you once called home, after you discarded of everyone else, after you got rid of everything - except for them, anything but them. you realised after the fire started to quiet, and your wounds were given a moment to bleed. you realised that you didnt want this, anything -- you just wanted them -- and you were going to want eachother. forever. until the end of time. in the quietness, in the still, it would be you two amongst the rubble of world.

and so, you stumbled across to their house, through the broken door, past the shattered glass, amongst the sounds of ruin, tiptoeing around the various strewn objects you had thrown there in your rage. to start over, leave this mess behind and start over with the person who you know loves you so. still, you loosely held that bloody blade in your hand threatening to fall out with each sway of your arm. but, it stay attached in your grasp -- maybe it got used to staying there, used to its breaking point. it brushes occasionally against the pale nightgown you adorn, now torn and tattered from the night in partner with your unkempt hair that fell across your face in an untidy mess, sticking to the corners of your mouth and the lasting sweat remaining on your, once, pretty, almost calm-looking complexion. but it didn't matter. nothing did. what did matter was slowly stumbling up the stained carpet steps towards the sounds of your lover. you'd left them there, in fact they were the reason for all of this. still, you continued, almost crawling in desperation with eyes wide and sleep deprived, across the doors you had slammed, across the paintings you had slashed, across the carpets you screamed upon. it was all over now. it was just you and them. just you and them. just you and them. just you and them.

your fingernails dug into the torn wallpaper, turning your head towards stifled sounds of shuffling. the old wooden appearance of the door dragged you in, the scuffs and scratches on its oak becoming more clear with each staggered step towards it.

slow, was the journey towards it. the distance seemed to drain you of your last drop of energy, though, you kept moving until your calloused hands fell upon the door with a loud thump. and as it did, the high pitched sound of a whimper emerged from the other side. your head snapped up, as your face almost automatically started contorting into that of a weak smile. watching yourself, you turned the doorknob slowly, letting the door turn open on its own with a slight kick of your foot.

and there, as the wood moved from your view was them -- sitting amongst the mess of the room on the floor, eyes wide open in terror, and hands gripping the soft carpet, as if begging it for help. after staying frozen for a moment, they began to stumble. backwards, towards the wall desperately pushing themselves with any limbs that could, away from you. their soft hair, too, strewn across their complexion, their pretty lips slightly parted, gasping for air as their chest heaved up and down and never seemed to stop.

and you remembered, how beautiful they really were. how lucky you are to have them. all yours. forever. and ever. living in love, forever, and ever.

falling from your lips, as your eyes softened, you muttered in a shrill voice, unstable and cracking, 'i found you'.

and slowly, you began to step. and step. and another, towards them.

and with each one, they struggled more, their legs trying to push themselves backwards in attempt to go through the wall, anything to get away. their head spun to either side, searching for anyone, anything to help -- but they found nothing. each of your approaching steps were pounding sound in their bones, crawling in their skin, and thumping in their chest, around their ears, accompassing their whole being. it was all they could feel through the ground -- the imminent, and swiftly approaching possibility of death, no, maybe worse than that. petrified, in fear of what you would do to them, grasping for anything as their eyes darted from the bloody knife in your hand, to your face that approached closer and closer by the second -- to the knife, to your face, to the knife, to your face, to the knife, to your fucking face -- jesus christ, why do you look so calm? they just stared. into your eyes. into you, you who they no longer recognised.

you slowly glided to meet them, quietly whispering 'i love you, darling', the affectionate name stinging against their ears. sound started to leave you, and your surroundings faded out of view. all you could feel now was the heavy thump of each step you took and the quiet mantra of words leaving your mouth. you weren't focused on anything, all that was in your eyes was them. just them. only them.

and with each nearing step, you continued to repeat, 'i want you.'

[donuts4evry1]

Fo my friends who are children of Asian Immigrants born outside of that country:

I have a lot of Asian friends but they all only have one name as far as I know. However, children born in the third generation of my family have both an English name and Viet name (We're Canadian/US).

I'm just curious to see how widespread this practice is 🤔...

Bonus: Put your country of birth and what generation you're in in the tags :)!

I want to know for sure that this is not just something that happens in English speaking countries... Also I just wanna know if this is a generational thing or if my family just does something funny

[death-rebirth-senshi]

So funny that I'm like "oh yeah I'm an int build guy" and I have more faith builds than intelligence builds. Well I feel like pure intelligence is the way to go over the other options and faith pairs well with a lot of different stats.

[thestripiestshirts]

Back when I was majoring in elementary education we had to do these presentations of lesson plans in which people went up and gave a lesson as if the rest of us were the elementary students they were teaching. This one guy's lesson was about the phases of the moon, and he very confidently did his whole lesson... explaining to us that the moon's phases were caused by the shadow of the Earth on the moon. At some point I finally couldn't take it anymore and raised my hand to explain that that's not how the phases of the moon were caused. I forget the presenter's response to this, but good number of people in the class got annoyed with me for "ruining it."

I used to be a grader and an occasional substitute prof for an introductory astronomy lab. That means that the majority of the people in this lab are only taking it because it’s a requirement and about half of them think it’s an astrology class.

I was grading midterms and this one girl. She was so nice and I think she was a business major. Fuck. The question on the midterm was to draw a diagram of the solar system and this poor girl. This fucking girl had drawn a Mars-centric solar system. As in every planet and the sun were orbiting Mars. I now actually have a custom Cards Againsy Humanity card I got at a con that says “A Mars-centric solar system”

I had a boy argue with me that there was liquid water on the moon (this was around when they had found liquid water on Mars in ~2015) and he wouldn’t believe me that he likely meant Mars and not the moon. After I marked his answer to the relevant lab question wrong, he took it to the department head who had promptly laughed him out of the office.

And there was another boy who, during a lab in our observatory where we would look at certain things in the sky, asked where the sun was. At 10pm in November. After some questioning it was revealed that he thought the moon and the sun were the same thing.

[im-not-a-sheep]

Yesterday or smth I skipped through a recap video of what happened in miraculous lady bug seasons 3 onwards (bc I had stopped watching around mis s4 I think???) And good lord what the fuck, what the fuck even is this show, is it better or worse than hzbin/hlluva in terms of coherency and consistency or no? I have no clue but why is everyone dying and leaving and what the actualf wifh2obeoenfmh

[gatorinator]

Bleaaaghhhh hrnmgurg I’m gonna kill myself I need my father to stop talking about AI cuz I don’t have it in me to formulate an argument beyond “people who talk about ai like this sound dumb as hell”

[milktian]

just found out some twitter accounts are spelling leaks like "l3aks" as if that doesn't completely ruin the purpose of muting a word. hate it here. I will kill them in armed combat /hj

[katsukikitten]

Katsuki teases you about how much he's ruined toys and even your own hand for yourself. Sends back voicemails of his barking laughter and smug remarks about how that pussy knows who she belongs to when you whine you can't cum. Knows that you shouldn't be playing with it unless he's there to help you with his mouth, cock, or fingers.

Drools over the videos of you whining and crying cause you just can't make yourself cum and he's been gone for soooooo long on a mission and you've just had such a rough time without him. You need the relief, that numbness, that comes with, well cumming. You need him to finger fuck you until you cry. To suck on your clit until your heels are digging into his shoulder blades painfully because he overstimulates you oh so good. But Katsuki is a pain slut himself and doesn't mind your heels in his back. So you'll be a good girl and take it. Be thankful he has you so fucked out on his tongue or fingers that you can barely keep your eyes open.

That his hard cock slides into your sticky cunt with ease. Teasing you over how wet you are as he pulls out just to push in slowly all over again. Until you clench him so well he falls to his hands and knees overtop of you. Until his broad hand wraps around your throat so you'll clench him harder. Your name spelled out in gold swinging in your face from his chain. Fucking you fast and hard until you're soaking his lap and sheets. Until you're crying, tensing just to become slack moments later and then tense all over again.

Before he's cooing into your ear as he's cumming over how much he missed you. Not just your pretty cunt but you in general. The feel of your skin, your pretty eyes and even your snoring.

He cums on a growled I love you and you wonder if that's the real reason why you can't get yourself off.

But he's right, nothing compares to him and Bakugou Katsuki ruined you.

[kitten4sannie]

trendsetter

reach for my goals, hit it dead center

pairing: idol ex! mingi x fem! reader

genre: an actual idol au omg, smut

summary: mingi reminds you why he was so hard to leave in the first place, well, the first few times, anyway.

w.c: 3.3k

bc i’m bigger, better

warnings: brief weed use/shotgunning (mingi’s a plug in another life btw <3), mingi’s kinda a dickhead and a master manipulator (damn double homicide), dom! mingi, subby! reader, mingi’s got a big cawk, glove ? kink? idk bro, exhibitionism, teasing, praise/degradation, pet names galore/name calling, tit play, spit, fingering, finger sucking (leads to some gagging), oral (giving), deep-throating, cum eating, grinding, kissing, size kink, breeding kink, mingi fucks reader raw on the hood of her own car hallelujahhhh

a/n: don’t blame me for this btw,, blame mingi mango and the things he’s been posting on ig 😮‍💨 this man makes me delirious istg. also i wrote this while incredibly sleep deprived just so yk !! there might be some grammar and spelling errors (as well as a general sense of lunacy ✨) regardless i hope you enjoy and please do let me know if you liked it bc feedback is like a treat for me and im a treat hungry lil goblin uwu <3

song recs: so damn into you by vlad holiday - come 2 me by johnny goth - liquid by boston manor

Mingi barely made it two steps past one of the various emergency exit doors of the booming, hectic arena, dropping his lighter on the ground when his favorite ex suddenly came waltzing back into his life again after just swiftly exiting it for the nth time.

“Where are my car keys? I know you have them,” you abruptly confronted him, snatching the lighter from the ground before he could grab it and sliding it inside your tank top, right in between your tits.

“Why would I have your car keys, sugar?” Mingi sighed exasperatedly, walking in your direction until he towered over you, gently clasping his calloused hands around your upper arms so he could rub them up and down in an effort to calm you, gently turning you around until your back pressed into the cool metal of the emergency door. “Can you use that pretty little head of yours for me, Y/N? I just performed right now. I was busy rehearsing before that. Do you really think I would take your keys from you just to keep you from leaving?”

“Yes, I do. You always do some fuck shit like this when I try to leave. Every time, Mingi.” Despite the furrow of your brow and the contempt present within your words, you couldn’t help but watch as Mingi’s thumbs began to press into the sides of your tits. When you didn’t say anything, he began to press the rest of his gloved fingers into the softness of your chest.

“Some fuck shit like this?” Mingi asked under his breath, studying your flushed face to gauge your reaction as he squeezed your tits against the palms of his rough hands, rubbing his thumbs teasingly against the thin material of your sports bra until he felt your nipples harden. “You aren’t tell me to stop, baby. Cat got your tongue?”

“I hate you…” you whispered softly, not understanding why you never had the strength to deny him, even in a public, though empty alleyway, even after you just broke up with him only a little while ago.

“You don’t seem to hate this…Your body’s responding to me…” Mingi suddenly pinched your nipples through your sports bra, chuckling at the gasp you let out. He leaned down, bringing his lips to your ear to whisper, “I bet you don’t hate how wet I’m making you right now, either. Is your cunt throbbing for me already, Y/N?”

“N-no…” You bit into your bottom lip when your ex let out a disapproving ‘uh-uh’ as you turned your head to look away from him, squeezing your thighs together, hoping your arousal wouldn’t drip past your short skirt.

With one hand still clasped around your tit to play with it, Mingi brought the other up to grasp your chin, making you face him again, so close that you were breathing in each other’s air, your parted lips almost touching. “You’ll let me check to see if you’re lying, won’t you, sugar? Can I see how many fingers I can fit inside your tight little cunt?”

You hated how much your body and soul still burned for your lecherous ex, hated how desperate you suddenly were for him to have his way with you, but what you hated most of all was the way you whimpered out, “Please, Minnie.”

Mingi groaned softly at the use of his pet name, feeling most of his blood began to head below the belt, letting go of your chin, the both of you watching as his hand disappeared underneath your skirt. He instantly slipped two thick fingers inside you up to the knuckles, despite wearing a pair of thick leather gloves, the both of you moaning at the squelching sound your bare, wet cunt made. “That’s my girl. You wore this slutty little skirt and no panties just for me, didn’t you? You don’t even care about getting out of here with your keys. You just wanted me to put my hands all over you one last time, yeah?”

Just as you were about to respond, Mingi suddenly stuffed his leather-bound fingers into your mouth, making you taste your own warm wetness. “A-aaahn,” you moaned around his moving digits, feeling them slip along your hot tongue, looking up at your ex’s intensely dark gaze.

“Suck,” he simply requested, smiling fondly at the sight of your plush lips closing around his fingers, pushing them further and further back until he made you gag around them, his cock throbbing at the sight of your teary doe eyes. “Oh, baby, if you’re going to be looking at me like that and making those pretty noises, I’m gonna lose it…but, you can take it, right? My fingers in your throat?”

You whined softly, trying your best not to gag more around his moving fingers, relaxing your throat enough so that the only sound that could be heard was your moans and the abundance of saliva in your mouth.

“Good girl.” Mingi slipped his fingers out of your mouth and pressed his lips onto your cheek, whispering, “Can you take my cock down your throat next, pretty girl? I worked so hard to perform tonight, you know. Don’t you think I deserve head from my favorite ex?”

“Uh-huh,” you found yourself agreeing, your head still fuzzy from having his fingers inside your mouth, desperate to have something else warm and thick on your tongue, thankful for the heavy hand that began to push your head down until your bare knees were resting against the cold concrete below.

“Say ‘aaah’,” Mingi cooed darkly from above, expertly undoing his thick belt buckle and lowering his pants until his stiff, reddened cock smacked up into his abdomen. It was then that his hands were drawn to either side of your head, barely giving you enough time to open your mouth before he thrusted forward, the tip of his cock instantly hitting the back of your throat. “Fuckkkk, that’s a good slut. You don’t have to be my girlfriend to be my fuck toy, huh, baby?”

Your moans of approval were instantly muffled by the massive cock that was being stuffed inside your throat by your eager ex, as you reached up to grasp at his hips, the shiny lighter that was still sitting in between your tits starting to jostle around due to Mingi’s rough movements.

Suddenly reminded of his post-concert ritual, Mingi reached into his back pocket and placed a joint between his lips, then fished the lighter out from between your tits, but not before he squished one of them for the hell of it. He rolled the dial on the lighter a few times before a flame sparked, bringing it up and lighting the tip of his joint.

The strong aroma of Mingi’s flower reached you in an instant, having to blink your many tears away to watch him take a deep puff of it and blow it out into your face. Your lips tingling from the immense stretch, you sputtered around his pulsing cock, suddenly pulling away, letting your spit laced lips rest against his leaking tip, weakly licking at the pre-cum that spilled from it. “M-minnie…”

“Why’d you stop?” Mingi grunted, biting on the tip of the joint to keep it from falling from his lips, looking down at you with his sharp, slightly red eyes. Using his free hand to jerk himself off with his cockhead pressed to your lips and smearing his pre-cum over them just for his own enjoyment, he slowly realized what was up. “Oh, you want a hit? Aren’t you precious? Come here.”

Mingi slowly lowered himself down into a crouching position, letting go of his cock to grab your chin with his arousal coated fingers, taking in a deeper inhale, the majority of the joint turning to ash, just as he flicked it away into the gutter. He pressed his lips onto yours in an open-mouthed kiss, neither of you bothering to close your eyes as he slowly filled your lungs with smoke.

Just as you began to choke while trying to exhale all the smoke, Mingi dragged his tongue across your own and over your top set of teeth just because he felt like it, before standing back up. “I bet you’re feeling real good now, baby. That was top shelf.” He spat into the palm of his hand and lubed up his cock, before patting your cheek and sliding himself back into the hot haven that was your throat, not wasting a single second to begin pumping himself inside it again, almost like he had never stopped.

Now that both your body and brain were delightfully clouded with a heavy, lustful high, you felt like you could cum just from getting ruthlessly throat-fucked alone, your nails digging into Mingi’s bare hips, more and more tears and saliva dripping along your flushed skin the longer he abused your tiny throat with his oversized length.

“Fuck, I can’t handle it when you cry and drool like that just from sucking my cock, baby. I’m gonna fucking cum,” Mingi groaned deeply from above you, rested his forearms against the emergency door, thrusting sloppily into your mouth. He let out a few short, whiny moans once he began to shudder, plunging his throbbing cock deep inside your throat and staying still. “Oh, shit, I’m cumming. Take my load, princess, ohh my god, that’s it.”

You swallowed the warm, salty liquid as it shot down your throat, only to open your mouth and present your tongue when Mingi pulled out and began to slowly milk his cock, taking the rest of his load on your tongue, not swallowing and simply letting it drip down, a few drops spilling down your chin and getting onto your tits.

“Mm, that’s my messy girl. You’re waiting for me to feed it to you, huh?” Mingi licked at his plush lips from witnessing your obedient nod, pushing his soft cock back into his pants and waiting for you to stand up so that he could collect some of the cum that had escaped your mouth and pushed it back into your mouth. “That’s right, babygirl, clean it all up for me. Mm-hmm, just like that.”

Once you slurped the rest of his load off of his fingers, you wrapped your arms around Mingi’s neck, pressing your heated body into his. “Mingiiii, please fuck me, I can’t take it,” you begged him underneath your breath, pressing your lips onto his neck up to his tense jawline.

“Oh, yeah? You can’t live without this dick, can you?” he questioned you huskily, bringing his wrists up to his mouth one by one to pull his gloves off with his teeth, before reaching past your waist to roughly squeeze his warm hands into your ass. When you grimaced up at him, he tugged your skirt up and spread your ass open to run his fingers down your wet slit from behind, making you whimper. “Admit it, and i’ll fuck you stupid, princess.”

Swallowing down any remaining dignity you had along with the remnants of your ex’s load, you lifted one leg up to hook it around his slim waist, allowing him easier access to you wet cunt, shuddering at the sensation of him shallowly slipping his fingers into and out of you just to tease you. “I can’t live without your cock, Mingi, okay? No one fucks me like you do, so please, make me yours.”

Mingi rubbed the abundant wetness around your cunt, licking his lips hungrily, staring down at you past his dark shades. “Right here? Right now?”

“Yes.”

“What if someone sees, princess?”

“I don’t give a fuck if someone sees, just fuck me, please!”

Mingi grinned crookedly, finding deep amusement in your desperation, considering how you were acting just a little while ago. “Where’s your car, baby?”

You pointed down the dark alleyway. “It’s just around the corner over there.”

Mingi looked over his shoulder, then picked you up from the ground, hooking both of your thighs around his waist and carrying you over to your car, massaging his hands into your thighs on the way. “I don’t have any condoms, you know.”

When Mingi laid you down on the hood of your car, the cool metal sending goosebumps up and down your exposed, heated skin, you shook your head and smiled softly. “When has that ever stopped you?”

“Don’t act like you don’t love when I fuck you raw, and leave you stuffed full of my cum…” Still in between your legs, Mingi bent down to leave kisses, licks, and bites along your neck and collarbone, lowering his pants down just enough to free his length, his slick cock growing hard and heavy against your bare cunt. “Fuck, and when I use my fingers to shove my nut back inside your cunt after…mm, I’m honestly surprised you’re not knocked up for me already…”

“Mingi,” you whined disapprovingly, despite the fresh wave of slick coating your ex’s cock as it repeatedly rubbed back and forth along your cunt.

“What, I thought you liked being my cumslut…my little breeding bitch…my pump n’ dump princess…” Mingi recited playfully, teasing your fluttering hole with the tip of his cockhead, just about driving you to the brink of insanity withi his teasing.

“Shut up, Min, oh my god…”

“Why don’t you shut me up then?” he suggested, hovering close enough to your face for you to pull him in for a desperate kiss that consisted mainly of tongue and teeth, your mouths occasionally making contact in between tongue swipes and lip bites, the both of you panting all the while.

Growing impatient, you slipped your fingers into his choppy hair, tugging his head back until your lips parted, a few strands of saliva still connecting them. “If you don’t put your cock inside me in the next two seconds, I’m going to bite it off. You hear me, Song Mingi?”

Groaning breathily when you tugged at his hair again, Mingi let out a few soft chuckles, taking his shades off and setting them down on the corner of the hood. “Using my government name like that….I must’ve teased you too much. My poor angel, so desperate for cock. I’ll fuck you good, baby. I’ll make it up to you,” he sighed, as he wrapped his fingers around his length, guiding the tip to your entrance and sliding all the way in with ease, the both of you letting out obscene moans. Without any hesitation, Mingi began to buck his hips wildly, his metal belt banging against the hood of your car with each thrust. “Oh, fuck. You feel that? Is it good for you?”

“Yes…!” you cried out, barely about to speak, let alone function, now that your beloved ex was rearranging your guts with his colossal cock.

Huffing, Mingi threw your legs up over his shoulders and laid his body weight on you, essentially folding you in half. He ran his tongue along your jaw, before nipping at it, whispering, “God, you’re always so fucking tight, princess. Gonna milk me for all I’ve got, huh? Cuz’ you’re my good little slut, aren’t you?”

“Uh-huh, just for you, Minnie…”

“Mm-hmm, that’s why you’re still here even after you broke up with me earlier, baby…why you’re taking my cock on the hood of your car where anyone can see you…” Mingi continued, squeezing his hands into the plumpness of your thighs, getting a good grip on them, so that he could drive himself into you as hard as he possibly could, punching short, breathy moans out of you. “You sound so pretty for me, baby, and fuck, you’re so wet right now….You’re gonna cream all over my cock, aren’t you?”

As soon as it felt like Mingi’s oversized cock had slammed directly into your cervix, you let out an abrupt yell, an overwhelming amount of pleasure suddenly shooting through your body like lightning. “Fuck…! I’m cumming, Minnie, it’s so– oh my god.” You were gonna start whimpering and crying when Mingi gently placed his warm hand over your mouth, watching him nod his head knowingly at you, his suddenly softened gaze never leaving yours.

“That’s a good girl, such a good girl for me, Y/N,” Mingi sighed against your ear, the hot, wet sounds of your bodies colliding together and the ringing inside your ears almost too loud for you to hear him properly. Feeling your wetness pour out onto his cock, Mingi let go of your mouth and cradled your face instead, pressing slow, meaningful kisses onto your lips, a few drops of sweat dripping along the shaved sections of his hair just as your trembling fingers drifted along it. “Want it inside, yeah?”

“Yeah…” you whispered against his moving lips, not even realizing when you were clutching him impossibly close to you.

“That’s my baby…” Mingi pulled all the way out, your mixed arousal forming a milky foam around the base of his cock, before he slowly pushed all the way back in, just in time for him to paint your insides white with his seemingly endless load. He hugged you close to him all the while, pressing kiss and kiss onto your lips, face, and neck, knowing that your turbulent time together was about to come to an end, and wishing he could turn the clock back to spend another second with you.

Once your highs began to fade, you cleared your throat and slowly sat up, the both of you silently fixing your disheveled clothes and hair in a poor attempt to look presentable in the case of a random passerby.

“So…since you don’t have my keys, I’m not sure how I’m gonna get out of here,” you sighed, about to push yourself off of the hood of your car when Mingi helped you off instead, annoyed that he was suddenly acting gentlemanly when he had shown you nothing of the sort beforehand.

Smiling apologetically, Mingi fished around in one of his pockets and held your keys up to you. “I took them out of your purse before the show started.” Seeing the anger blossom on your pretty, flushed face, he continued, “Listen, I just wanted you to hear me out before you left and never came back to me, baby. I love you.”

You snatched the keys out of his hand and crossed your arms over your chest, leaning back to sit on the hood of your car, keeping your thighs pressed together to keep everything from leaking out of you. “You don’t get to say that after you just made me your ‘pump n’ dump princess’, you idiot.”

“But I didn’t dump you, Y/N. You’re the one who dumped me!” Mingi whined, his lower lip jutting out in a pout, his brown eyes growing wide and puppy-like.

You couldn’t help but begin to laugh, not only at the ludicrous situation you were both in, but at the truth of his statement. Wiping a tear from your eye, you clicked your keys to unlock your car and walked around to the driver’s side.

“Where are you going? Are you leaving me?”

“No, we’re going to the store to get Plan B, dummy. I’m not about to let Mingi Jr. run around and terrorize the city,” you replied, gazing at your ex, the sight of his childlike amusement making you feel a bit soft towards him.

“I call shotgun!” Mingi called, eagerly heading to the passenger door, practically bouncing on his heels.

“There’s only two of us,” you giggled, sitting down in the car with him.

“For now.” Mingi wiggled his eyebrows at you.

You turned the ignition on, shaking your head, the corners of your lips hurting from how long you had been smiling. “Never say that shit again.”

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[gremlingottoosilly]

Maybe König with a fatigue ridden reader? She’s always a little dizzy, never able to rid herself of that exhausting spell.

Konig and his perfect, sleepy wife. of course, his dreams of having a proper housewife in his house are shattered - with countless times when you would almost fall asleep while watching a stove or getting too exhausted to even move a vacuum, he knows he can't torture you with house work anymore. Not like it matters - he has money for housekeeping, some middle age woman ready to help with everything, so you could stay as his pretty songbird, useful only for love and to be adored. He took you to the hospital as well - not like it helped, with the doctor just declaring some bullshit about women being like that and refusing to elaborate further. They gave a generic answer - something that pregnancy will solve, that lack of pregnancy can solve, something that will clear up after the period or something that can be decided with getting on a different type of birth control and maybe just trying to push harder. Konig won't push his wife harder because the hospital visits are exhausting you, and he just wants for you to feel alright, to feel comfortable. Even if that means getting slightly frustrated during sex, since you can barely last longer than a few minutes without getting too tired to continue. Even just one quick orgasm is draining you, making you sleepy and dizzy and melt like a putty in his hands. He got used to seeing your non-verbal clues during sex, and to finish in your sleeping body, hugging you close and mostly just doing cockwarming while you rest. Maybe, if he is lucky, you could last a few minutes longer licking and sucking on the tip of his cock, before your jaw would get too strained and you would require for him to finish jerking off with his hands, making you lick his cum from his fingers like a good kitten. At first, he thought you were just pretending -after all, your first few weeks together were less than ideal, with you only stopping fighting him because it would make you too tired to proceed. You used to yell at him to stop being a fucking creep and let you go - and it would be only obvious that you would like as if even just kissing him would make you too exhausted to continue. He soon learned that you were just like this - always a bit too tired, always a bit too exhausted, always wanting to curl down and sleep. God, he fucking adores you - your droopy expression, your yawning, your desire to constantly lean on his shoulder like a cat whenever you deem yourself too tired to continue whatever you were doing. He likes to think of himself as the one who tamed you, but he knows there wasn't much of a fight - more like easing you up to him, making sure you love him properly.