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[akiacia]

bsky collection 2

[costarz]

☆ . 𝘁𝗮𝗴 𝗶𝗻𝗱𝗲𝘅 !

❛❛ say the name — SEVENTEEN! ❜❜

[pinkshaus]

୨♡୧ . 𝘁𝗮𝗴 𝗶𝗻𝗱𝗲𝘅 !

❛❛ BLACKPINK is the revolution! ❜❜

[lovistella]

๋࣭ ⭑⚝ . 𝘁𝗮𝗴 𝗶𝗻𝗱𝗲𝘅 !

❛❛ THE MOON knows all your secrets! ❜❜

[serenanymph]

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Tagged by @sidhewrites over here, and gently tagging @e-klair, @digitalsatyr23 and @writingamongther0ses!

Madge is the one to find it when they’re midway through spring cleaning, up in the attic and knee-deep in old junk. Zephyr had gone downstairs to help baba with the laundry voluntarily – something so out of character for him Kas had nearly dropped a crate of silverware on his feet out of shock, until Zephyr had added that he simply wanted to avoid all the dust – so only mama and Kas are around to hear her gasp as she opens the faded lid of the jewelry box. The hairpin is a worn, tarnished thing, just about the length of her index finger, crusted with black – but she can still make out the wind motifs engraved on it in the sunlight seeping through the attic window, and she can tell it used to be something really pretty.

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[angelsrealm]

𓆩 ♡ 𓆪 . 𝘁𝗮𝗴 𝗶𝗻𝗱𝗲𝘅 !

❛❛ aha, listen boy! my first love story, MY ANGEL and my girls! ❜❜

[darkficsyouneveraskedfor]

butterflygirl738 (4)

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Warnings: this fic will include dark content such as dubcon/noncon, power imbalance, sickness, medical bills, and other possible triggers. My warnings are not exhaustive, enter at your own risk.

This is a dark!fic and explicit. 18+ only. Your media consumption is your own responsibility. Warnings have been given. DO NOT PROCEED if these matters upset you.

Summary: You love butterflies and your mother, but life isn’t that simple. As life gets complicated, and expensive, you find yourself in need and an unexpected miracle presents itself.

Characters: Steve Rogers (CEO/Sugar Daddy)

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You give the stranger your name but he just tells you to call him S. He seems a lot more important than you, so that makes sense. He must be if he's throwing around money so easily. A lot of money.

That seems to be on his mind too.

"Did you get the transfer?" He asks as he takes off his sunglasses.

You rub between your thumb and index nervously. You can't stop fidgeting. You glance around for what must be the dozenth time. You feel like everyone is watching you, that they all know you're doing something so stupid. Yet, nobody is looking at you.

"I... didn't check," you murmur. "I've just been waiting."

"Sorry again for making you wait," he puts his large hands on the table, framing the tall mug with his fingers. "You know what they say about meeting people online."

You snort, "ha, yeah."

You look out the window and exhale. That only stirs your nerves. You face him and sit back in the chair, folding your hands in your lap.

"I'm sorry. I think this was a bad idea." You say.

"Is it? We haven't even talked."

"Yeah, but... I should be looking for a job or... my mom. She's all alone..." you wring your hands.

"I want to help with that," he turns his hands and taps his fingers on the table. He sniffs. "I'm trying to figure out how to say what I want to say. And that's what it is. I want to help."

"But why? I don't know you. You don't me." Your teeth want to chatter, you're so nervous.

His chests rises and falls. His throat bobs. He resets his posture.

"That would be part of it." His blue eyes bore into yours. They're so bright and bold. "Getting to know each other."

You shake your head, confused.

"I could help with the medical bills and groceries. Whatever you need. It would just be..." he extends his fingers as he gestures with his hands. "An exchange. An arrangement. All you have to do is spend time with me."

You stare at him. Your eyes search his face. Your mouth slants. You want to laugh. It sounds absurd. Yet, he looks serious. You straighten your lips.

"By spend time you mean..." you shiver and mash your hands together in your lap. "They don't have people you can pay in New York."

He sighs. "It's not just... if physical things happen..." he pauses and his cheek twitches. "I'd prefer we just feel it out and see where it goes."

You look down. He can dress it up and say it as carefully as he likes. You've heard about these things. There's women on TikTok who post videos about new handbags or designer shoes and their 'daddies'. But they are so beautiful. They are interesting. You're just... afraid.

He coughs and shifts his chair closer. "I know it's not easy to be in your position. Sick parents are difficult. My mom... when I was about your age, she was really sick too. Still is but we manage."

You peek up at him. You don't know what to say. There's that voice in your head telling you that the answer is clear as day; no. You're not a prostitute. No, you have dignity. Then there's the other one, the louder one. You have nothing and you're about to lose even that.

"How about this? Before you make up your mind, let me take you around town. We'll just get to know each other. Baseline." He suggests. "We'll have our coffee, order some lunch, and you can show me around."

You bite your cheek. That's not too bad. He's not pushing you. If anything, he seems just as unsure. That makes you feel a bit better.

But can you really do this? Can you sell yourself like that? He's still just a stranger. Still just S.

Your head is reeling. What would your mom think? Well, you couldn't tell her, just like you never told her what you're really doing right then.

You bring your hand up to rub your shoulder. You hook your fingers around, shielding yourself, and nod.

"Alright, I'll try." You agree, keeping the rest of the sentence inside; I don't have any other options.

His cheeks dimple. The lines on his face only add to his good looks. He really isn't that bad. A bit older. Maybe a lot older.

"So, you hungry? What do you want?" He looks over at the chalkboard menu.

You follow his gaze. You focus on the menu. It's a bit easier to do that.

"My treat," he assures.

"Um, thanks," you scratch your neck nervously. If it were up to you, you wouldn't waste the money. "The veggie croissant sounds okay."

"Sure, anything else," he stands.

You push your shoulders back and and shake your head. "Thank you. That's more than enough."

"No problem," he turns and struts up to join the line.

You watch him. His shirt is taut across his shoulder blades and around his biceps. He's built better than any man you've seen before. Confident. He's cool as he waits patiently and steps up calmly to order. He slides out his wallet and swipes his card. Not a second thought. No tallying up rent or bills or even just the cost of a bag of rice.

He folds up his wallet and spins. You avert your attention to the table. He approaches and sits again.

"They'll bring it to us," he says.

"Okay," you accept. You can't look at him.

He shifts. "Look, I don't see you as just... I see you as a person. I hope you realise that. I really do want to help you."

"Yeah, I know." You swallow. "I'm sorry. I'm just... thinking."

"That's okay," he assures. "Not rushing you. So uh... I'll tell you about me a bit. If you want?"

You nod and make yourself look. His eyes are almost sparkling as they stick to you. You're a stranger to him too. How can he be so interested? Just you and your butterflies.

"I have a business. I have been running it for the last fifteen years. Before that, I did some corporate work but I really didn't like the politics, so started my own thing," he explains. "I live in New York, I watch baseball, I like to draw. Or liked to. I don't have a lot of time for that anymore." He pauses and holds up his finger. "One sec."

He reaches to his chest pocket and flips up the flap. He slides out a napkin. He unfolds it on the table.

"Got bored on the plane," he slides it over to you. It's a sketch of a butterfly. It's really good too.

"Wow, you did that?" You ask.

"Mm hm," he hums. "I'm a bit rusty."

"No, it's really good," you lean in to admire it. "Wow."

He's quiet. You put your fingers on the edge of the napkin as you look it over.

"My mom used to draw. Paint, too. She's really good. Like you."

You peek up at him. There's a subtle curve in his lips.

"It's... nothing but you can keep it if you want."

"I think it's more than nothing," you pick it up. "That's so cool."

"Ha, thanks. Think the real thing is cooler."

He sits back and looks over as one of the cafe employees approaches. She puts down your plates and tells you to enjoy. You tuck away the napkin.

"Looks delicious," S says.

It does and it smells even better. You hesitate as he picks up half his sandwich. You stare at yours.

"Everything okay?" He asks.

You think about your mom. She doesn't eat much these days but you wish you could bring her good food like this. You resist a frown.

"It's all good," you assure. "Thanks so much. It looks great."

You pick up half the croissant, careful not to let the contents spill out.

"So, where do you work?" He asks.

You nibble and swallow tightly. "Oh, just... customer service at a few stores. Nothing special."

"Hm, that must be stressful."

"It can be," you shrug. "Not the most stress I have right now... but er, whatever."

"Not whatever but I can understand not wanting to talk about it." He says. "Any other hobbies? Besides the butterflies?"

"No..." you drone. "Just watch some TV here and there. Go for walks when I can. There isn't too much going on around here." Not much you can afford.

"Any recommendations? I don't watch much but I'm always open to binge," he says.

"Not unless you're a fan of 90s sitcoms," you shake your head.

"Don't mind them," he says.

He leans forward to take a bite. You focus on your own sandwich. Your stomach is mulching painfully with each morsel. You only realise then how hungry you are.

🦋

S is even bigger walking next to him. You take him down the block to the park. You don't often come to this part of town but it's nicer than your neighbourhood. There's a fountain there.

You collide with S as he tries to follow the path but you find yourself distracted by the birds bathing in the water. You apologise and back up. He chuckles and turns to look at the fountain.

"Pretty. Peaceful," he says as he stops to watch them. "Different. New York is just... everything."

"Oh, it must be super busy there."

"Yeah, very," he agrees. "This is nice though."

"Probably boring to someone like you."

"Boring is nice. Boring is... easier," he says.

He starts toward the fountain and you follow. He stops at the edge and turns to sit. You do the same. The water trickles, the scent of it stirring the air.

You peer around. Another mother with her stroller, a couple and their dog, a brood of kids and their parents. It's all so nice and perfect and sweet. All these people are so happy. They don't have to worry about a thing.

You can barely remember the days when you weren't bound in anxiety. When you were the little girl skipping down the pathway. It feels like it's always been this.

You turn away to hide the gleam in your eyes. You don't know why you're thinking about that right now. You dab your eyes with your knuckle and sigh. You make yourself sit up.

"It's pretty here," you say.

He's watching you. You can feel it. Did he notice?

"It's gorgeous," he agrees but he isn't looking at the trees or the flowers.

You sniff and turn to watch the birds again. You make yourself smile. He shifts to see them too.

"Is your mom waiting for you?" He asks.

"She'll wonder where I am. She always does," you cross one arm across your middle. "I told her I was going to the bank to pay bills and do some running around."

He looks at you and nods.

"I didn't mention you. She doesn't know at all." You say. "It's just... I wasn't sure..."

"You weren't?" He wonders. "What about now?"

You clamp your lips and tilt your head. You open your mouth but can't find the words. You drop your shoulders.

"I don't know. I... I'm very lost right now." You look away.

He exhales. "I know it might not be very obvious, but I am too. I came all the way here and I was sure I was going to sit there alone all day. I kept checking your page thinking maybe you might delete and disappear with the money. Which is fine, that's fine. Your mom needs it but I just... the money is nothing to me." He sucks in air and laughs grimly. "New York is lonely. Being the boss, it's isolating. I didn't know what else to do and I... I just want something simple."

You listen, rolling around your thoughts on your tongue, poking your cheeks. You might be gullible but he sounds honest. Vulnerable even.

You hang your head and turn so that you're facing the open park path. You lean forward and wiggle your feet. "I just want my mom to be okay," you utter. "And if she isn't, then I don't want her to spend the time she has left like this."

He's quiet for a moment. You could wilt right then. All the stress crashes down on you and threatens to smother you.

"I can make sure that's not the case. I can help you keep her comfortable," he slides his hand across the stone and touches yours. "And you don't have to tell her about me."

"Yeah, she doesn't need to worry about me," you push yourself straight. You look him in the face. "I think we could try."

[monkebearness]

I Like the Feel...

Yoon Seeun (STAYC) x Male Reader

Tags: smut, fluff, oral, intercrural, safe sex

Word count: 5.7k

a/n: another one-shot I wrote "on a whim," instead of focusing on my other wips lol. but I kinda like how it turned out, so no regrets there.

The sun sheds its light on Seeun like prickly peppers of kisses over her skin, yet its rays are parried by the invisible barriers of her expensive sunscreen. Staring from the shores of Gangneung, the surface of the ocean seems endless from her field of view. In the last seven minutes, her ears relish in the harmony of the waves crashing, and the flapping sounds of birds soaring above her. Sitting down by herself, she lets the grains of sand slip through her fingers as they rest on the ground. The current brings waves of wind to her face, through her still drying hair.

After a moment, she catches a familiar voice from behind. One that doesn't alert her while she listens to the sea.

“Looks amazing, isn’t it?” She turns around to find her good colleague, Nam Insik, walking on her left on his blue slides, much like her a while ago.

“Oh… Insik-ah… Hey,” she waves her hand lightly, welcoming him with a closed smile.

“I hope you don’t mind if I just—”

“Of course not,” she welcomes his presence, opening her hands wide on the wide space on her left. It’s not the first time she’s felt this way, but it’s one of the only times they’re on their own. A few moments where it’s just the two of them. “And yeah… It really does look beautiful. We rarely get this kind of view back home.”

“What brings you out here? The fun’s gone back inside,” he wonders, pointing his thumb in the opposite direction, specifically to the clubhouse. “That is… You’re feeling uncomfortable hanging out with the rest of the gang…”

“It’s not that,” she chuckles. “I've already been working at the company for a year now, so dealing with everyone is the least of my worries.” She takes a sigh. “It’s just… I, uhh, wanted a little time for myself.” She steals a glimpse of Insik, simply staring at the same direction as she is with his arms calmly behind his back. His face looks natural, calming. “Savor the fresh and natural air of Yangyang-gun… I hope that’s not too weird for you.”

“No, no, no! Definitely not. I think it’s a nice thing to spend on,” he assures, wholly agreeing with her point. He looks down to his right and sits down on the sand next to Seeun, although he leaves a few inches of gap between them. “We’re on a work trip, so it’s great that everyone has their me times…” He rests on his knuckles intertwined. “But I do think this view will look much better once it sinks… In my opinion, of course.”

“Of course,” she nods, placing her palm on her cheek. “The outdoors will always feel a million times better when you're not constantly burned and blinded. The only reason I’m okay with being ‘sunkissed’ right now is because I’ve put on, well, sunscreen.”

“Exactly!” his tone raises in agreement, almost pointing his index finger in the air. “If we weren’t having a trip on a beach right now, I would’ve spent the afternoon in my room.”

“Me too—to be honest…” she admits with a chuckle. “Too bad it’s still a couple of hours 'till sunset.” A pout forms on her face, emphasizing her rounded cheeks. Insik had seen Seeun make that face several times at the office, whether she’s a bit stressed or most of the time, teased by a colleague. However, even such a common yet amusing expression from this woman has never failed to make him feel that melting sensation.

“Don’t tell me you’re gonna wait that long for a little sunset,” he assumes.

“It’s not just a sunset. It’s a beach sunset,” she argues back, deepening her tenor. It's not the first time she has argued with him, definitely not in any serious manner whatsoever. They've had their fair share of qualms and disagreements, yet this back-and-forth thing they're having is what kept them from having a boring and dishonest conversation. She is a writer, after all. She can turn this moment around—or end it, if she really wants to.

“Fair point…” He realizes her argument seconds ago, slightly raising his palms for a second.

Seeun chortles at his resignation. “But, nah… I think I’ll just head back inside in a bit.”

“Oh… That’s nice.” His heart feels another tug. Disappointment, for some weird reason.

“You got anything else to do?” she asks him out of the blue.

His head tilts, but she immediately realizes the inadequate composition of her question.

“That’s not what I mean! You just…  you seem to get along with everyone, you know.”

“So do you… if I recall correctly, you might’ve been the shyest recruit when you applied.”

“You looked like you were gonna pee yourself whenever you’re with the team leaders,” she shoots back.

“Yah, yah…” he laughs along with her. “I wasn’t even a regular employee back then. I was practically in survival mode!”

“We all were… At least, we made it. Most of us, to say the least.”

“It’s a relief we don’t have to think and worry about those things anymore.”

“True…  Though some of the guys did hit on me. Nowadays, not so much, thankfully.”

“That’s, yeah…” He scratches the back of his head, but it doesn’t scratch away his guilt in the past. “I can't excuse how they acted…”

“Don't sweat it,” she lightly pats his shoulder. “You weren’t too bad, Insik-ssi… That was all in the past. Besides, I’ve toughened myself.”

Another reason why he likes having her around. “Well… Now I’m wondering… What was your first impression of me?”

“You were better than most of ‘em,” she assures him. “No offense to some of your buds.”

“In what way?” She’s catching his interest more and more.

Avoiding his gaze, Seeun tilts her head to her right, rubbing her nape with her palm. “I guess…” Her speech slows down, but she knows what words to say. “I just feel a lot more comfortable around you… Than with them… Call me old-fashioned, but let’s just say that you have more common courtesy.”

Insik straightens his posture, bending his knees as he arms his arms around them. “Oh…”

“I, uhh…” She begins twirling her hair slowly. “Hope it's not too weird, hearing that.”

“Not at all… I’d like to take that compliment. Just between us, at least,” he whispers with a smirk. “Besides, I don't feel that different. With you, I mean.”

“I doubt that,” she laughs it off, shaking her head. “We’ve worked together for a long time, but I bet you didn't even think the same way about me then, but I’d get that.”

“Come on, Seeun-ah… You’re amazing in everything you've done. Whether in teams, or when you're pitching your own proposals. You do realize that the MetaMorphic Project wouldn't have been possible without you, right?”

She focuses her gaze at him. “You… Really think that?”

In his mind, he described Yoon Seeun in a lot of words. Beautiful. Cheerful. Creative. Elegant. Fun. Pure. Princess. And simply cannot stop thinking of more if he has to. He has plenty of memories and moments to recall with how he sees Seeun as a person. “I mean… You’ve always done beautiful things, Seeun. On top of that, you made everyone feel more comfortable at the office… Even if you didn’t have to, you brought them food and drinks, even gifts after holidays… I think you’re someone they should look up to.”

Seeun has known Insik for a while, but she never expected such words to leave his mouth. The man she’s been eyeing at times, the man that gave her butterflies, now giving her an abundance of praise she doesn’t even know if she deserves them.

Deafened by the roaring thumps of her heartbeat, Seeun leans closer to his lips without the guidance and hindrance of reason in favor of her urges. As they touched, her closes her eyes. Insik finds himself stunned, but his true feelings aren't opposed to this. His eyes remain open, but they would have closed as well until Seeun backs out of guilt.

“Mianhae…” There's no sense of panic in her system, something that even surprises her within her thoughts, being bold enough to look more confident in front of him. Insik’s reaction, on the other hand, is a little different as it is similar. Still left speechless by her advances, his mind and body tells him only one response. Before the man can hear more of her ramble of an apology, he places his fingers on Seeun’s chin and leans into her lips, following the adrenaline pumping in his veins.

And there they lie on the sand. Making out, their senses willingly ignorant of anyone or anything else that might stumble upon the pair from a distance. Eyes shut tight. Scents amplified. Their lips and tongues work in chaotic tandem while their senses familiarize with each other as their bodies roll, struggling for dominance to be on top of each other right until Seeun proves victorious. Insik pulls in down, deepening their kiss. They part, finding each other’s smiles once their eyes open.

“Did I ruin your me time?” he wheezes, looking up at her with fascination.

“Not at all, Insik-ah…” She holds onto his chest, maintaining both hands on the sand, as she looks down at him, eyes of unrestrained hunger. “As long as I didn’t ruin yours—”

He leans into her lips once more, answering her through this continued heated session, exploring each other's bodies through their thin clothes, until their breaths tell them to slow down. And yet, their hormones continue to spiral the longer their bodies’ touch.

“So, my room…” he puffs his warm breath with hers. “Or yours?”

“Well, umm… I’m expecting Yeeun to be there with some of the girls right now, so…”

Like most rooms at the resort, Insik shares his with a close colleague. Forty-five square meters, the area consists of two bedrooms, one bathroom, a small table, and a balcony with a stunning view of the beach. As soon as he finds every corner of the room empty, he locks it shut and walks his partner straight to the bed. No one likes to keep a lady waiting, he tells himself.

Remembering that his bud is trying to “connect” with some of the newest recruits at the resort restaurant, he already reckoned he could make use of his time by himself. Took a long nap before dinner. Maybe read the book he’s brought but rarely touched in the past fourteen hours. Funny how things have gone, but at least it’s a new experience for them.

Whatever these two are, whatever they call themselves after this, the uncertainty of their future matters least, that is compared to what they are feeling for each other at this very moment. The burning desire. The throbbing impatience to rip off their own and or each other's clothes until there's nothing left but their purest, naked bodies. In the past year, they've seen each other in various outfits. Formal. Casual. Now it’s different. Still drying from saltwater, only in revealing looks they never get to wear at the workplace. Layer by layer, the pair help take each other's clothes off. With only his tropical short sleeve polo and shorts, Insik takes them off with ease, while Seeun strips off her red top and denim shorts, revealing the two-piece she's been wearing during their swimming break earlier.

Seeing Insik strip down into his underwear, Seeun slowly pins him on the wall, leaving trails of sloppy kisses on his body. With her fingers on his bulge, she almost gets on her knees, but the man taps her wrist gently, much to her confusion. “You don't want to?”

The man hushes her through the calmness of his hoarse voice. “Next time, baby…” he hopes, even though in his rationale, there's no certainty of a "next time" between them. This moment may be all they have, but it's one they will savor with every second. In this room, there's no one or nothing else stopping them, but time, and hopefully not one of their nosy colleagues outside. “I believe it should be your turn to be serviced.”

With a light giggle, Seeun lets him do his thing instead. She’s always trusted him and his calls and opinions back at work, and there is no reason for her to doubt him now, even if this moment is a private, much more personal, and intimate situation. “Sure, Insik-ssi… Show me what you got.”

“Call me oppa…” he suggests out of a whim, though a tinge of doubt springs up in him. “I mean, if that’s fin—”

She shushes his lips back with her index finger. “Take me, oppa. Take me good, please.”

He’s only a year older than her, but they’ve always treated each other as equals at work. “It’ll be my pleasure, Seeun-ah.” Now, he has the chance to show Seeun a different side. One where he's willing to please her, and make her feel comfortable in ways he couldn't before. He lays her on the bed, wrapping his hands around her waist on their short trip.

Only thin veils were holding them back since they harbored a certain interest towards one another. Slowly placing her head down on the middle of the queen-sized bed, Seeun follows his lead with a sense of submission, offering herself to his services. There's no form of power play here nor is she inexperienced in these private matters, just a drive of curiosity making her lie and wait for his lead. Her instincts make her stare at him. She's tempted to do something she has rarely done whenever she's with him. That is, to remain submissive, looking forward to what he has to show her. Yet, at the same time, it doesn't matter if Seeun's own expectations end up disappointing her. Being in Insik's embrace and feeling his touch has already awakened her nascent desires into a reality.

Starting with the woman's feet, Insik kisses them until he reaches her thick inner thighs and groins, both of which he savors with his tongue, taking his time to lick each crevice within a minute. “Do you… like them?” Seeun groans through his tantalizing foreplay.

“Yeaaah…” His voice could barely conceal his vim. “They're perfect, Seeun-ah.”

“Thank you, oppa…” Throughout her dating late, it’s not the first time she's received a compliment for her thick thighs, but it's his enthusiasm of gently and vigorously teasing her that makes Seeun fall more and more for Insik. “Bon appetit.”

A grin forms on his face, followed by a titter. If he falls into temptation, he would have bitten it out of curiosity, but this ain't the time to fulfill his weirder fantasties. Now, he leans and stares down her panties. With the help of her twitchy legs, he helps slide her undergarments off with ease, revealing her vulva. Insik lubricates his lips, up and down in a circular motion, pursing his whole mouth within a split second before heading down on this erotic, golden, clean-shaven treasure in front of him.

Digging in, a few hints of saltwater are what he expects, considering their earlier events, but the deeper and longer he licks across her cunt, the more he finds undeniable and irresistible sweetness, from her opening, urethra, to her clitoris. While she’s squealing ahead of him, Insik releases his tongue, finally making its entry through her, only raising her volume. Thank God the walls are thick enough, he ponders (or at least, hopes), right before closing his eyes to simply feel her deeper nethers, like a creature nibbling, licking through a lush cavern, or a rich beehive—with his meticulous mouth eating out her hole and dampened fingers tickling her outer folds and clit on alternate almost every couple of seconds.

“Ohhh–” Seeun gasps. “Oppp--aaaahhhh!” The sensation of swirling down her genitals makes her squeal and quiver out of receiving successive waves of stimulation, enough to wrap her thighs around her partner's head. “Mian--haaee!” she screams, yet Insik shows his right hand with his thumb raised, much to her perplexion, making himself seem that he's unfazed by the small pressure of her thighs slowly compressing between him. Little does she know, the scent and feeling of her own thighs triggered something within Insik, most notably how it’s getting his member to harden while he’s the one eating her out.

Still, Seeun does her best to part her legs, driven by guilt despite her ongoing pleasure; instead she transfers her endurance to her upper limbs, nailing her fingers on the mattress rather than Insik's tempting head. She continues to howl and moan for several more minutes, hanging on through the turbulent twists and turns of Insik's tongue inside her pussy, like a river rapids ride. At the same time, it's also the duel of endurance as one of them is bound to reach their breaking point. From her dwindling pitch, he now senses that the finish line's just around the corner.

“Fuuuck!” she hollers, arching her head upwards, no longer able to hold her muffles with her hand. “I'm--I'm gonna c–”

Heeding her crazed warning, Insik parts his mouth from her cunt two inches away. Her clear nectar gushes out of her folds, some making it to his chin and cheeks, more on his right hand. The first climax from Seeun is achieved this afternoon. Although he backed away from her out of instinct, he licks her juices clean, prompting her to stare at him in amazement while he savors her sweet and fresh nectar.

“Insik-oooppa…” As her breathing subsides, she feels obligated to return the favor, if she wants their blazing moment to burn much, much longer than they expected and hoped. “You don't have to…”

“Well, it tastes great. I couldn't help it,” he jokes. Laughing at his excuse, Seeun catches her breath for another minute, resting in the lap of Insik. Snuggling around his arms, he continues his soothing gestures by leaving trails of kisses on her neck and collarbone, still tasting the saltiness of the sand. Only this time, he finds the taste more palatable.

She giggles, feeling the tickle of his smooches, that is until she gently stops him, placing her hands on his arms. Recalling his praise towards her earlier, an idea lights up in her mind. “Jamkkanman... Let me help you with something first.”

She leans in and rewards him with a sweet kiss before he can answer. “Hmm..?” Insik’s mind went blank, but his hormones remain up and running, even though she has yet to touch him like he has. “Help with what, baby?”

“Smoothen you up…” she giggles, tracing her fingers up his member, making it stand up like the strands of hair across his body, the same time shivers crawl up his spine. “Right before you put it in.”

“Oh, okay. Of course, Seeun-ah,” Insik complies, though he has little clue on what to expect. From her lying position, she returns him a peck on his cheeks, just before she rises from his lap. The immediate guess on his mind is a blowjob, but she stands up in front of him, instead of kneeling like earlier. Maybe he should've let her sucked him off when she made the move, but there's no point in complaining now. He has more to look forward to.

Contrary to his dirty thoughts and experience, she doesn't use her mouth, yet's one welcoming and more exciting move, He follows her, no questions asked. Helping him stand up in front of her, she turns around and closes her thighs between his erect shaft, tightening her hold of him from behind. The man twitches at this sensation, comparing it with how he usually imagines sliding inside a cunt, at least based on his experience…. Based on his quick observation, the length of his shaft fits with the girth of her thighs.

“Say something if it's too tight, arasseo?” she reminds him with a soft smile, combined with a gaze and voice radiating with care and adoration. Like she's looking after him too with a motherly gesture.

“Uhh... Okay. Just go ahead, Seeun-ah,” he nods and chuckles, filled with astonishment and lingering nervousness towards her tender initiative. It's not what she expects to say during a play like this, yet he wants to feel more of it. “But, I kinda want to look at you.” But not without a slight grumble, making him a little hesitant by her position. From Insik's view, her curvaceous body appears just as stunning as she's facing him. He simply prefers the latter, that's all.

“Awww… So cute,” Seeun giggles again, touched by the more romantic side of this man, beyond the borders of platonic affections. Too bad the mirror's far inside the bathroom, so she will have to reassure him of her intentions first. “Don’t worry. You'll get the chance later, Insik-oppa... This won't be long.”

Maintaining her grip on the wall and the cabinet next to her, Seeun revels in the gradual movement of Insik's thick shaft accelerating in and out of her thighs, as seconds pass by. He likes, nay he loves the constant tightness of her thighs. The balance of feeling loose and having him gripped between her legs repeats. But he cannot let this one slide, not without him also reciprocating any form of pleasure. So he sets the end of the woman's hair to the left side and digs his mouth on Seeun’s shoulder, peppering kisses right until he reaches her nape. “Auuughhh…” she mewls, while his member continues to thrust between her legs.

Two minutes in, an idea appears in front of Insik amidst his consistent movement. His right hand slides down through her curves, from her shoulder, down to her breasts, her hips, reaching her cunt from behind with his index and middle fingers. “Oooooooooh!”

Her breath hitches, although she doesn’t stop him from making circular motions in her clit, before proceeding downwards to insert through her slit. “Auggghhh! Muuhmore…”

Insik spurts his cum directly at the white wall. Seeun follows a second after, squirting and dripping on his fingers for the second time, while the rest pour down her thighs. “This was meant just... for yooou... You...didn't have to do that,” she tells him with a heavier breath.

“I can't just let you do all the work,” he shoots back, caressing her breasts like firm dough, his boldness making Seeun bite her lower lip.

“Well... It was surprising, but you were great… Gomawo…” She leans her head on his shoulder, raising her hand to rub his right cheek. “Heh... I'm not sure if anything else will top that, don't ya think?”

Somewhat motivated by her delivery, he excuses Seeun and rushes right to the box of condoms on the nightstand. Weirdly enough, he has his roommate to thank for having them delivered days earlier at least just this time, in one of the many scenarios where it just happened to be truly appropriate.

After a few more nudges around his member, an erect Insik turns around to see Seeun, holding her bra with one hand, showing a grin and glare that’ll give him a go signal. As the bra drops on the floor, Insik wastes no time to waste her great effort, regaining his lead over the woman by taking her to bed on her back. Stroking her hair, driven by his hot desire and blooming affection, he asks her, “You ready?” as soft as he can mutter.

“Whenever you are,” she quips, masking the tinge of nervousness in her slower and more focused breathing. Nevertheless, her gaze towards him evokes excitement and trust. Her partner reciprocates it with a soft kiss to her lips.

With his own key and her hole aligned, Insik inserts himself. As he imagined earlier, her walls would tighten around him upon entry. “Oh... Fuck,” he murmurs. His imagination pales in comparison with the real thing. It's just as, if not much tighter than having him between her thighs. Now it's warmer, and not simply because of pressure. While always a familiar position, the sensation is a simply different experience than any other position he's been with the past. One thing was for sure, too, the missionary has never failed him. Nor does it with her.

“Nggghhhhuuhhhh…” Her reaction is split, her body shivering in pleasure with her grip around him, while her mind shifts in panic and confusion towards his burst of hostility, not realizing that he wasn't cursing out of spite towards anyone. “Gwen…chanayo?”

“I'm okay…” he takes another deep breath, before inching more of his manhood inside her crevice. “More than... Fuck, you're so tight, baby.”

She exhales with unbridled amusement, chuckling while she takes his girth and length in and through her tunnel, now that half of it made it through her entrance walls.

“Sooo...freeeakiing...biiiiiiig, oppaaa, nggghhh…” The woman does her best to lower her moans by muffling her mouth with her left palm, maintaining her grip until she feels his tip making a stop at a point inside her vagina.

Locking eyes with Seeun, Insik stares with awe at her beauty and even her innocence, strangely enough. He surmises it’s not her first time, but his own exhilaration remains elevated with how well he's exploring her body. Then, he takes one last deep breath and begins his thrusts. In and out, the one and only rhythm they know in this hot and tense situation, the woman grinds against his poundings. With their bodies clapping together in a carnal unison, their moans grow compared to a speaker's volume, reverberating through each other's mouth, blowing their hot breath with each groan and whimper. As their movement intensifies, Seeun wraps her arms around his shoulders to stabilize herself.

Their noises bounce through the wall and ceiling, becoming music that makes Insik encouraged enough to amplify his pace and strength through his hips and tightened core, keeping both of his arms gripped on the bed while he plows Seeun deeper. Several more minutes pass, the volume of the bed's squeaking matches their thunderous lustful symphony. Their cycles continue until their own sweat drips down their face and body, mixing with the traces of sand and dried sea salt scattered across their skin and remains of their perfumes.

Still keeping his thrusts consistent, Insik leans closer to the gasping Seeun, opening his moist lips as they land on her collarbone, moving down on her plump bouncing breasts.

“Ngggggaaauuuuggghhhh... Sooo... good…” He launches his tongue on her once again, spreading his saliva while he savors her nipples and tits like a salt lick. Seeking to share what he tastes, he leans back to her face, feeling her close breath and shrieks of ecstasy before crashing his lips onto hers.

Within seconds, their tongues tango, giving each other a moment to dominate the other. Their movement slows down, yet they feel hotter and hotter thanks to this sudden shift in pace. Seeun leans forward and puts her hands around his neck, deepening their kiss. She doesn't want this to end, and neither does he.

But at the moment their lips part with a string of their drool, Insik regains his focus with his hips, getting his speed back to their rhythm earlier. The slapping of their skins intensifies as Seeun's puffs of whimpers slowly regrow into harmonious whines that begin to sing a tremendously powerful tune that somehow hardens his member in the last minute. “You sound--like an--angel!” he gasps, aweing that her walls are tightening at the same time his girth is expanding inside her cunt. Seeun suddenly moans a burst of tickling laughter at his heavenly praise, which kept her grinding off-rhythm for a second.

As a few more minutes of smacking each other’s nethers pass, she gives a heads-up. “I'm close!” she hollers with desperation, despite wanting his manhood to remain inside her. Her eyes shut through the train of pleasure, though her nethers can feel that she’s about to reach her final station. Her fingernails slowly dig into his back, but Insik keeps on plowing her with the last of his vigor. At this point, their bodies no longer catch up with their desire, and now, they're gonna have to heed to their signals. Insik gives into his own limits with his lover. “Mee–ttoooo!”

He bursts inside the condom. Instead of savoring his time inside her walls, his brain manages to warn him to pull out of Seeun’s pussy just in time. “Oh... God,” he keeps panting, much like a dog who ran a hundred laps under the sunlight. “Shiiiiit… That was...close. So...good.”

With the remainder of his faltering strength, Insik lands his back right beside Seeun, her arms latching onto him. His cock just overfilled his condom, spilling the rest on the bed. His sticky seed coalesces with the woman's juices, forming a puddle between their small distance. “You’re amazing—really…” It's an understatement of what he wants to say, but his mind is almost blank, if it wasn't for his final urge to check on her.

They exchange a burst of laughter. “Thank you, but... So were you... You monster,” she teases, which he doesn't even deny. Only a chortle leaves his mouth, closing his eyes to fight off his fatigue that's slowly swarming his senses.

Squinting his eyes, Insik inches a little closer to Seeun, gently caressing her face. Her smile widens, mirroring his while they take a long breather. “Sorry if...I...pulled...out. Even though... I wore a condom.”

“Gwenchana, oppa…” she nuzzles her nose with his, still unbothered to exchange each other's scent. "Better... Safe... Than sorry." With enough energy left in her voice, Seeun switches her cadence to a slow and sultry one, tiptoeing her fingers on his waist without looking. “And if it, you know, makes you feel any better, I have pills back in my room…”

“That's good... Soo... Gooooo…” As Insik's vision darkens with his breath losing pace, he dozes off, unable to fight off the overwhelming exhaustion. Seeun hears snoring from his slightly gaping mouth, growing louder. Even though her tease went over his sleepy head, she can't even feel disappointed. After all, they just gave each other a phenomenal time.

He's too adorable, she chuckles with this observation, shortly before her eyelids weigh a little heavier. After a yawn, Seeun, too, succumbs to her own drowsiness and joins the slumber beside her lover. As their breaths calm amidst the silence of the room, the warmth they make through their bodies persist in the form of a loving embrace.

= = =

Insik opens his eyes. Most of his naked body is covered by the blanket, but the rest of his senses quickly recognize Seeun lying down, still next to him on the other side of the bed, scrolling her phone with a genuine smile. Despite his intention not to alert the woman, Insik’s nocturnal groan immediately catches her attention.

She puts down her phone, looking at him with a teasing smile. With his vision cleared and strength regaining, Insik finds her in a white bathrobe, her hair somehow wet and still drying since their last encounter. “Oh, hey! Welcome back to the land of the living.”

He snickers, before rubbing dust and grains of sand off his eyes. “Have I overslept?”

“No,” the woman assures him. “I just woke up a little earlier than you. No biggie.”

It's only been more than an hour and a half since they did it. “Oh… That's good to hear.” She woke up fifteen minutes ago. “I really think I might’ve exerted too much earlier.”

She lets out guffaw. “Well, it was quite the ‘me time’ we just had, Han Insik. It paid off.”

“You tell me, Yoon Seeun…” he retorts while picking up his boxer on the floor. “It was really breathtaking.” He even wishes it was longer.

“Couldn't agree more…” She turns her head to the side, almost with a smile, while he wears the undergarment. “I, uh, I had a great time, you know.”

Taking a glance of Seeun from the side, a thought, an itch, and a feeling encourages him to hold the woman’s hand, still remembering how smooth she feels. “So did I—”

“Do you…” she interrupts him, albeit with an undeniable tone of hesitation in her voice. “Like wanna meet up tonight? I was, uh, thinking after the team dinner, if you’re free…”

He’s not startled, but his eyes widened at her bold invitation. “Are you asking me out?” It’s sudden, but there’s no sense of disturbance or nuisance raving in his mind. Simply bewildered, his heart begins to race a little faster, but he maintains his suave façade in front of her.

“I don't know what it is…” she pouts, turning her gaze away from him once more. It’s a response she expected—yet hearing it from his mouth, in real time, makes things more embarrassing. “You’re not making any moves, so I might as well, you know?” But she’s already womanned up. “Unless you want this to be a one-time, then I must’ve misr—”

Before she could have grumbled on, Insik cups Seeun’s cheek and crashes his lips onto hers, shutting down her doubts. Their eyes closed in an instant, cherishing this moment with their heartbeats singing in sync. She thought, it could’ve gone better, but neither of them would want this blossoming moment to end any other way. They want things to move forward.

Their lips part and their foreheads rest against each other. “You had me at the first question, Seeun-ah…” he confesses. “I'd love to see you later.”

“Ooookie dokie,” she mumbles, looking down to try and hide her widening smile.

“Do you wanna head outside for a bit?” he suggests. “We still have time before dinner.”

“I would love to, oppa…” And there it is again. Not just her endearing cadence, but also her closed smile. Her puffy cheeks.

Unable to hold in his giggle of appreciation, Insik leans over to Seeun’s forehead, giving her another kiss for both of them to treasure with closed eyes and a shy smile from her. Standing up first, he helps his muse rise from the bed with his tender hands. From the balcony window, they see the lowermost gray sky darkening into orange. They would hear three knocks at the door a few minutes later, yet neither of them flinch, maintaining their intertwined hands at the sight of the sinking sun.

= = =

Don't really have much to say at the moment, but I hope you enjoyed this one. I'll probably drop something from my series this week. as usual, thanks for the read, and till' next time!

[hyuneflix]

index: ✓ - completed // 〤 - ongoing // 𐙚 - contains smut // ! - content warnings

disclaimer: y/n is afab and she/her unless specified. all content is 18+. MDNI.

A-Z

ONE-SHOTS

the purrfect pair

lee minho x gn!reader after four dates lovesick!minho decides it's time for you to meet his sons. he seems more nervous about it than you are, a seed of doubt that grows in the anxious crevices of his mind. however, the moment he sees you with his babies, he realises he never needed to worry--you're purrfect.

SMUT

the cure 𐙚 ! 〤

sex therapist!chan x client!reader after years of unhappy endings, your friend suggests a trip to sydney's most up and coming sex therapist. you hadn't expected much, least of all to discover the cure you'd been looking for all this time was your therapist himself.

episode one - a cure for unhappy endings ✓ episode two - a cure for self-dissatisfaction ✓ episode three - a cure for disconnection (coming soon) episode four - a cure for loneliness (coming soon) -> this fic was released in celebration of a 100 follower milestone, the next episodes will be released asap. if you'd like to be added to the tag list i've made two methods for you to do this: comment with your user on the google doc or send an ask.

SOCIAL MEDIA

l♡ve-c♡ded.exe

hacker!skz x streamer!reader a hacker group, comprised of five members, has their world changed when a glitch leads to y/n joining their private chat. gn!reader.

intro episodes • unlocked profiles & characters one / two / three / four / five / six ✓

season one - finding sunshine boy 〤 season two - finding their leader (coming soon)

-> as this is a wip you can reach out to be put on the taglist. i've made two methods for you to do this: comment with your user on the google doc or send an ask.

STAND ALONE 💬 -> asking bsf!skz if they're tryna fuck 𐙚 -> fwb!skz send a 'you up?' text 𐙚 -> texting fwb!skz 'she's busy' prank 𐙚 -> fwb!skz: their friend is into you -> asking bsf!skz 'in me or on me?' 𐙚 -> accidentally sending bsf!skz nudes 𐙚 ! -> fwb!skz and horny memes 𐙚 -> fwb!skz: your ex wants you back 𐙚 -> texting bsf!skz 'im bored' -> bsf!skz drunkenly confess to noona reader: ↪ hyung ver ◦ maknae ver -> texting bsf!skz 'oops wrong person' 𐙚

[starmocha]

¯\_(ツ)_/¯ Sometimes I write fics (and share wips). Or analysis. Or I'm just rambling into the void. I write for a lot of fandoms, but only post Love and Deepspace here I'm just lazy. So...yeah. :D

03.02.25 EDIT: I had too many links and I broke my masterlist :') so all of the guys' individual stories were moved to their own individual posts. This will still serve as a main navigation portal as well as continue to list random miscellaneous writings. <333

LINKS: AO3 ⋆ ★ FF.Net ⋆ ★ FF.Net ⋆ ★ Dokuga

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new → old

last updated: march 31, 2025

FANFICTIONS

ZAYNE ★⋆. ࿐࿔

moved → — Part 1

RAFAYEL ★⋆. ࿐࿔

moved → — Part 1

XAVIER ★⋆. ࿐࿔

moved → — Part 1

SYLUS ★⋆. ࿐࿔

moved → — Part 1

CALEB ★⋆. ࿐࿔

moved → — Part 1

OT5 ★⋆. ࿐࿔

but grandma i love him! (and him and him and him and him)

MISCELLANEOUS

Scenarios, headcanons, sometimes ask box ficlets, yapping, brainrotting, deteriorating...

OTHERS ★⋆. ࿐࿔

LADS men + pent up MC returning home from a mission — 《 MDNI 》 LADS men + Grieving the deaths of wife and child LADS men + Reader with a risky pregnancy i'm a srs writer (who is srsly horny af for caleb, zayne, and sylus) — 《 MDNI 》 reminder that i am a zayne, caleb, and sylus girlie — 《 MDNI 》 Open Secret (Zayne/Caleb) — 《 MDNI 》 Me and my hand fetish against the world (pre-Caleb; OT4) — 《 MDNI 》 LADS men's children's names (pre-Caleb; OT4) ⭐️🍎 Dormmates AU (Caleb/Xavier) LADS men being bros Acts of Love (pre-Caleb; OT4)

ANALYSIS ★⋆. ࿐࿔

Hypothesizing Sylus' dragon myth, part 1 Hypothesizing Sylus' dragon myth, part 2 Hypothesizing Sylus' myth, part 1 Hypothesizing Sylus' myth, part 2 Just me geeking out about the Greek myths referenced in the game

NON-WRITING POSTS ★⋆. ࿐࿔

Zayne post I look at to make myself sad The reason I write a lot of Sylus breeding fics Cat Zayne Post Zayne post I look at when I'm sad Sylus post I look at when I'm sad Caleb post I look at when I'm sad

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Thanks for reading! ☆

[gloomwitchwrites]

wip wednesday

please enjoy a little snippet of chapter five of Second Act mdni

“We had a deal. I lost. You won. Promised you three days.”

“That’s not an answer.”

Your nail catches, and you drop your hand. “If It gets you out of my system,” you murmur. “If it gets me out of yours.”

Simon swirls the amber liquid. “Just me?” he questions, taking a sip. “Not the four of us?”

“I made the deal with you.”

Simon takes a step forward. Another. The glass clinks against the marble as Simon sets it down. “It was never just me. Only us. You forget that we were three more?”

Your voice is a ghost. “No. I haven’t forgotten.”

“Saw Kyle talking to you. At the bar.”

“And?”

“What did he say?”

You glance up at Simon, frowning. “Is that any of your business?” you snap.

The corner of Simon’s mouth twitches. “You’re mine for three days. You do as I say when I say it. Now, I asked you a question.”

You lick your lips, tapping your index finger against the countertop in agitation. “He said that making a deal with you means I made a deal with all of you.”

Simon places his hands on the edge of the countertop, staring at you intently across the kitchen island. “You believe that?”

You push off, giving Simon your back as you head for the safety of the living room. It’s further, but not far enough. Simon is far too close, and thought it’s been years, parts of you sing for me like you’ve never been apart. This knowledge is a vice around your heart that sinks down into your stomach.

“Given the past,” you murmur, “I believe him.”

As you glance over your shoulder, Simon is right there, lingering, head dipped toward you. You cannot discern the expression on his face. There isn’t any reason to care, to venture forth into once was, but you don’t care for the defeated—nearly warring hesitation in Simon’s eyes. Years apart, yet you’re looking into a mirror, witnesses the past as present.

“It’s funny, isn’t it?” you observe, a small smile on your face.

“What’s funny?” rasps Simon, stepping closer, his broad chest brushing against your upper arm.

Your breath quickens, a warmth blooming low in your core. His fingers lightly dance over your lower back, finding your hip, stirring that warmth until it becomes heat.

“How we’ve come to find each other again.”

Simon hums. “You were always meant for us, love.”

But you don’t know, Simon. You don’t know why I fled.

You attempt to step away from him, to create some distance, but Simon refuses this momentum.

“Come here,” he growls, hooking his arm around you, dragging you against him.

Your breasts flatten against his chest, hips and thighs grinding together. Instinct takes over, seizing your muscles. It’s a tug. A grasp. Fingers threading behind Simon’s neck. Bodies sealed together. You gasp, and Simon’s hands palm your ass. Squeezing. Squeezing.

“You want to fuck,” he states as if there’s no arguing with him. “Don’t you?”

Your pussy flutters. Clenches. “No.”

“Liar,” he drawls, bringing his lips in close, teasing your skin with the promise of a kiss. “Wouldn’t accept my wager otherwise.”

His grip tightens, and Simon grinds himself against you. Hardness greets you, and there is no denying the erection beneath the denim. Not that what he’s packing is a mystery. For four months, you took his cock…and Johnny’s. Kyle’s. John’s. Sometimes one at a time. Sometimes all at once. The memory of being tangled between them, having every hole filled, your clit teased, mouth full, skin painted with cum, makes you whimper against Simon’s lips.

no pressure tags: @clancycatears @lay-z @ladykelsi @voltac @theorist-fox @frudoo

[milla-frenchy]

WIP wednesday

Thank you for the tag @thundermartini ❤️

Here's a snippet for @yxtkiwiyxt 's never have I ever challenge ❤️ with this prompt

Soooo, this will be a dbf!javi fic 😌

“Seat belt,” he ordered.

“What?” 

“Jesus, you’re always so fucking dumb when you're drunk?” he asked sharply, leaning over you to grab the seat belt and pull it in front of you before finally fastening it.

“You smell good, Javi.”

“Seriously? How many drinks did you have? Just… stop talking, ok? You're gonna give me a headache with your drunk high pitched voice.”

“Ok, you fucking stink, then,” you giggled.

He rolled his eyes and started the car. “Don’t puke in my truck”, he warned.

“Of course, who do you take me for?” You looked at him then whispered, “don’t say anything if it’s mean,” your index finger pointed at him while laughing, before pressing it against your lips playfully.

He sighed again and mumbled something in Spanish that you didn't understand, but that didn’t sound nice, for sure.

“I always wondered, you know,” you said in a confidential tone.

“Don't you ever shut up,” he sighed. “Wondered what?”

“How big it is.”

“What are you talking about?” he asked, regretting it almost immediately. He interrogated hundreds of sicarios with a cool head, but seemed unable to cut down your drunken gibberish, much to his dismay.

“Your dick. You’ve got a big dick, for sure.”

He choked and you chuckled before you continued “there's not much for the imagination with these jeans… right, leftie guy? But how big?”

“Fuck, what is wrong with you? You talk to your father with this mouth?” he barked, icy gaze fixed on yours, his body frozen in shock at your audacity.

“What are you gonna do to shut me up, Mr. DEA agent?” you said, still pushing him. “Use your handcuffs? I think I’d like it,” you said with a wide smile.

Fic's here 🙏

npt: @aurorawritestoescape @toxicanonymity @iamasaddie @604to647 @itwasntimethatdidit40

@schnarfer @sawymredfox @sizzlingcloudmentality @guiltyasdave @baronessvonglitter

@iknowisoundcrazy @evolnoomym @corazondebeskar-reads @pedge-page @tateypots

@bonezone44 @magpiepills @joelmillerisapunk @almostfoxglove @jolapeno

@yxtkiwiyxt

[pansiesandposies]

💍 WIP… Thursday💍

I was tagged by @loserboylangdon yesterday but wasn’t able to post anything in time, so here’s a slightly late snippet of the fic I was working on 😅 I hope you enjoy!

“You know, you can just call me Langdon,” he blurts out, tossing out his bloodied gloves and sanitizing his hands while he talks. He thinks he must look cool, unaffected, like it doesn’t matter to him one way or the other what Mel calls him. “Or, you know, Frank is always an option.”

Cool. Chill. Casual, even.

Mel is looking at him in horror, though, so he must have fucked it up somewhere along the way. He’s trying to find a way to ask what he did, or maybe just apologize because it seems likely he did something egregious and he should start doing damage control now, when Mel takes his hand in hers.

(Mel has nice hands. Small, soft, trimmed cuticles and a scar on her right index finger that may have come from a kitchen accident or a slip of the scalpel. Frank likes the feeling of their hands touching, the alcohol in the sanitizer making them stick slightly. It’s a good feeling, being stuck to someone like her.)

“Your ring!” Mel’s face is ashen, and… oh fuck.

There, on Frank’s left hand, is nothing. No wedding ring in sight.

Simultaneously, they both look to the trauma room they just exited, empty with their patient upstairs in surgery.

“I was wearing gloves,” Frank says, anxiety in his voice. “There’s no way I just lost it in a patient. Because I was wearing gloves. It’s probably in the glove.”

Instead of answering, Mel grabs a fresh pair of gloves and begins rooting around in the garbage Frank lazily disposed of his PPE into. After a few harrowing moments, she emerges victorious.

There, in the palm of Mel’s hand, is a circle of gold. Improperly sized and older than Frank himself, but a symbol of his commitment to his wife regardless of how well it fits.

With a level of care that parallels Mel’s suturing, she approaches. She takes the ring in her gloved hand and slides it onto Frank’s finger. It feels like a bad approximation of a wedding ceremony, where the bride is wearing scrubs and the groom’s hair is sticking up in about fifteen different directions.

Reader: Frank did not look cool or chill. He’s so down bad for this woman he doesn’t know. Girl get UP. Anyway thanks for reading! If you want to share something feel free to use this as your tag (and tag me so I can read it!) thanks for reading!

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WIP WEDNESDAY

thanks for the tag @joelmillerisapunk

omfg- I actually have a snippet to give you guys!!! Lo and behold--- HUNGRY MAN- the continuation of GIRL DINNER

No tags or warnings right now but this is going to be another DDDNE/ Darker fic for those of you who would rather not get invested now!

I hope y'all are as excited as I am :)

Joel’s eyes narrow on Tommy’s and he slams the glass bottle of instant coffee down on the counter. “Kinda what? If you’re gonna say somethin’-- fuckin’ say it.” He growls. 

“This is fucked, Joel. Really fucked– how do you expect me to not have questions when you’ve been gone– no note, nothin’ to let us know you were okay. Didn’t even wanna drop by for a lil visit or anything,” Tommy scoffs and takes a step back, giving his brother some space. 

“I didn’t know I was gon’ be gone that long and I couldn’t just ‘drop by’. Got pinned down by a bunch’a infected tryin’ to help that woman–”

“You’ve been with ‘that woman’ for eight months and you don’t even know her name?” Tommy sounds completely flabbergasted.

Has every right to be. 

“She don’t even know her name, Tommy! She’s all kinds of fucked-up– don’t even get me started on all that! Fuckin’ talkin’ to herself all the damn time, been all alone in those woods for just over a decade–”

“How do you know that? The crazy woman told you?” Tommy scoffs and runs both of his hands through his hair, taking a deep breath. 

Joel says nothing as Tommy walks over to the dining room table, pulls out one chair and then pulls out the other and takes a seat, motioning for Joel to come sit down. Begrudgingly, Joel abandons the coffee crystals on the counter and sits down across from his brother. 

“She’s crazy– and she might be lyin’ about a lot… but I believe that she’s been alone out there for at least ten years, Tommy.” Joel rests his elbows on his knees and laces his fingers together. 

Tommy leans back in his chair and brings his ankle up to rest on the opposite knee, “Alright, that’s true, fine. Let’s say all that bullshit you said about the infected is true, too.” Tommy shakes his head from side to side, almost indiscernible as he rolls his eyes, “It does not explain why she’s wearin’ a fuckin’ leash and locked into a fucking shock collar, Joel! That you have the remote duct taped to your fuckin’ palm like a psychopath–”

Joel sits up straight and points his index finger at Tommy, “She was outta control–” he starts, but he gets interrupted. 

“Probably ‘cause you were tryin’ to padlock a shock collar on her!” Tommy almost laughs, but then narrows his eyes at Joel. “Outta control? She’s half the size of you–” 

Joel points to the four fresh scratches down the side of his cheek and his black eye. 

Tommy blinks at him for a moment. “That doesn’t help your case, man. All that tells me is she did not want to come with you… so what do I do now?” Tommy raises one eyebrow and shrugs his shoulders. “Most importantly… what’s she gonna tell Maria?”

NPT and some tags for people who liked girl dinner- @almostempty @gothcsz @pedrospookie @cathynstuff @probablyreadinsmut @lilac-boo @oliveksmoked @bluemusickid @tateypots @evolnoomym

[cringeborg]

Mira - mid-Victorian toddler dress

Hi y'all! Been a while. I made this dress as an easy and simple project after several messed up wips that I had to give up on. It's a unisex 1850s toddler dress designed to match the pantalettes from my Thomas set. This does mean that all the swatches are quite masculine, since the Thomas pantalettes were specifically designed for boys. I considered adding some more feminine recolors to this new dress and to the Thomas pantalettes, but that'll have to wait until another day. I'm a bit busy with life and such. Would you believe me if I said the biggest factor that delayed my release of this dress was naming it? I just could not think of anything. I had to resort to a random name generator. Mira it is.

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39 swatches matching my Thomas set

Tagged as unisex

Can be found in the Short Dresses category

Casual, Formal, Party, Hot Weather, Cold Weather

Polycount: 5048

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HP Rec Fest 2024 - Roundup

Thank you so much to everyone who participated in the 2024 Rec Fest! The kindness and love for fanworks and creators has been a healing balm against this rough world.

This is the roundup post! There's links below for some of the different tags from the 2024 fest. Recs are organised by day prompt, with some additional links to the character and a few ship tags.

Thank you again, to the reccers, the creators and the cheerleaders who enrich and provide a happy place for us to rest in.

See you again in December?

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Day 1 - First fic you read/first fic you remember reading

Day 2 - a fic rated G

Day 3 - a fic not on AO3

Day 4 - a comfort fic

Day 5 - a romantic fic

Day 6 - fic for a ship you don’t normally read

Day 7 - the best of your OTP

Day 8 - rec a fic that was recced to you

Day 9 - a WIP

Day 10 - a fest/event fic

Day 11 - an underrated fic

Day 12 - A fic from your favourite author

Day 13 - a rare pair

Day 14 - a fic rated T

Day 15 - a fic over 50k

Day 16 - a podfic

Day 17 - a fic that makes you cry

Day 18 - a fic that makes you laugh

Day 19 - fanart

Day 20 - a fic with fanart

Day 21 - a fic rated M

Day 22 - a series

Day 23 - a crossover or AU fic

Day 24 - Holiday (vacation)

Day 25 - Holiday (national holiday)

Day 26 - a fic under 5k

Day 27 - smokin’ hot fic

Day 28 - a fic over 100k

Day 29 - a fic rated E

Day 30 - fic on your TBR that you’re most excited to read

Day 31 - Most recent fic you loved

Bonus tag index ❄️

All posts are cross-tagged for character and ship. While we would like to provide a full index of these, it would be a long process due to the extensive number of these. Here is a much-abridged character and ship tag index, ordered alphabetically by first name.

Characters

Albus Dumbledore Draco Malfoy Ginny Weasley Harry Potter Hermione Granger James Potter James Sirius Potter Lily Evans Potter Minerva McGonagall Pansy Parkinson Regulus Black Remus Lupin Ron Weasley Severus Snape Sirius Black Teddy Lupin Tom Riddle

Ships

Draco/Harry Harry/Severus Harry/Tom Riddle Hermione/Draco James/Lily No ship (gen fic) Regulus/James Sirius/Remus