#thats a good amount of tags right??

[biblically-accurate-dca]

for dca fandom members specifically: have you played and completed security breach?

when i say "complete" i specifically mean "played through it at least once and got to 6am", whether you got all the endings and/or achievements is irrelevant to the question

another additional note is that if you've played other fnaf games but haven't completed those then that still counts as you playing them and you can answer yes to that!

no shame towards anyone who hasn't played the games! this is just to see what the general statistics are among everyone here

please reblog for a larger sample size! thank you ♡

[skyburger]

whos your favorite of the crusaders from part 3... i think i love baofu the most tbh

[scenegir]

i actually hate developing hyperfixations on obscure media bc that means people will be double disinterested in hearing me talk about it or getting into it with me. it is actually very rare that i've been able to get anyone to willingly check out a series with me

[kaeyacollection]

Hi, I don't play genshin but sometimes I like to lurk through other people's fandom to spice things a bit on my brain. Anyways, recently I saw some posts talking about some red moon eye-like god (? Something like that, having strong Naruto flashbacks here btw) and I was wondering:

(What with all the eyes?

I mean, visions look like eyes (and the name lol), the fallen nation's king had a single eye, Kaeya covers an eye, Furina has something weird in her pupil, that god is an eye.

That was really not the point tho.)

Is that eye god stuff the reason visions exist or celestia really said "oh, yes, lets give these tenacious mortals who have reasons to hate me a way to become stronger, there's no way this fires back at me"? Or is the eye god stuff Celestia? Or are all higher up gods just eyeballs? (Half joking with this one but that would be kinda fun) Though according to religious stuff, biblically accurate angels would look like eyeballs or something.

Anyways, I know you probably don't know the answer (since the game seems to be like an unfinished book with the real plot still unfolded), but I wanted to share the senseless questions in my head with someone and the chosen one (by my brain) is you (based on vibes).

Lmaoo hell yeah I passed the vibe check 💖💖💖

But you're right in that currently we're only working off of speculation for Visions

And oh boy did this become a long one lmao (tldr at the end ✨️)

The most popular theory back in the day was that Visions were the eyes of Celestia

Because as you said, they've also been given to people with reason to hate them, so this was a way to keep an EYE on them lmao

As we continued our journey we learned the archons would set aside a fraction of their power for those who hit certain marks in their life in order to be granted a vision - but they had no control over who got them or why

What finally challenged this theory is that Neuvillette, a dragon (that the ever composed Zhongli, ex archon, hid from), also set aside some of his power to be handed out as visions. Something that wouldn't seem to line up if they were actually harmful to the humans he's come to care for

And then we got his Friendship 6 Vision story:

"To continue to subdue and control the resentments and loathing of the world, the usurper and one who came after created the Gnoses together. So it came to be that an order was made to be upheld, and thus did humans come to only possess these seven remembrances ... From that day on, whenever a person's wishes reached the heavens, the seven overseers of the material realm were duty-bound to grant them a gift.

... And when one so gifted completed their duty... the gift the gods would receive in return would be more abundant still."

Neuvillette was also opposed to the fates/constellations before later caring for humans and allowing his own mark to be etched into the sky

"He did not initially care much about such, for the puppet strings glossed as "divine rules" would one day be burned away by the fires of judgment."

"And could it not be, he would explain, that King Nibelung had been wrong, and that the black void could only be opposed if all life were to band together as one? Thus did he, in the end, come into his own "fate." The skies had left a special, ennobled place for him, one reserved for the overseers and those who could defy the world itself — that of his own reflection."

Obtaining a Vision, and therefore a constellation, seems to represent a unity of goals instead. Not of a hatred for the Usurper but of an unbreakable will to keep pushing forward. A Will that when unified together, like in the fight against Ei, can become something more. It's easily why many Vision holders get theirs in dire situations, when faced with death they stand defiant against despair.

Perhaps when facing off against an all consuming void that threatens the world created by the Usurper, a darkness that would also threaten their very lives, these Wills will be at their strongest to push back the calamity, at least for a while longer.

To counter the despair of the world is to rise to your own judgment and demand to have a place in the world anyways... or at least that can be one interpretation 🤷

'Cause you see, the Narzissenkreuz Institute also brought up the belief that "one's own will is an obstacle, and that obtaining a Vision is a "guaranteed path to destruction." "

Whether a dramatic/poetic interpretation of giving up your Will to act as a battery for some anti-void machine, or much like Fontaine's prophecy, a twisted truth, it's not a line that should be disregarded so easily.

(Could also mean that having a will to stand in defiance would really fuck up their plan of everyone giving up their identities to seek shelter in the one water droplet during the end of the world. So "guaranteed destruction" in the belief that their plan was the only way to survive, and not that the visions themselves were the cause for the end)

So all in all, what we know about visions is that it's soft locked behind poetry and lines we don't have the full context for, and I suck at reading poetry (looking at you Fischl istg) ✨️

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As for why eyes in general? Genshin takes inspiration from a LOT of mythos/stories/religions that ALSO have a thing for eyes

Like at this point I think they went through their own red string conspiracy of eyes throughout history and decided to compress it into a single story lmao

But man you just reminded me of the "Natsuhiboshi red eye" Naruto song I used to listen to a bunch lmao

[dallasstarsdyke]

primrose's ch3 is GOOD btw

[cavegirlpoems]

On Blorbability

I think one of the strengths of modern D&D is the ability to efficiently describe the blorbos you make with it using understandable components. Like the template of Alignment + Species + Background + Class lets you put together a quite evocative picture of who a character is quite efficiently, just by swapping in and out those components like those mix-and-match monster flipbooks.

Like, to take a character I played, when I say:

Lawful-Evil Drow Monk with the Inquisitor background.

you can immediately picture that character, right?

You can do this indefinitely. "Chaotic-Good Halfling Bard Criminal" or "Chaotic-Neutral Human Barbarian Outlander" or "Lawful-neutral Elf Wizard Accademic". It clicks.

There's a sweet spot of having the right amount of slots you pick from, 3-4. Less than that and the blorbo comes out flat, more and its too granular. An OSR character is probably one template (class), two if you're doing race+class AD&D style, and thats not quite enough detail to go full Blorb. Same with most PbtA games where you just pick a playbook. A gurps character is pretty darn granular, and is also not a particularly legible blorbo even if you can be very expressive with it.

The actual *stats* don't matter, what your attributes and spells and gear are don't matter much, the point is that you're madlibsing archetypes together in a legible way.

Like take vampire the masquerade as another good example of an extremely blorbable game. Here, the actual weight of your character is carried by attributes/skills/disciplines/backgrounds/merits, right? But you can still describe them with that same combination of archetypes. Here's a character I'm playing right now:

Ancilla Noiad Anarch on the Path of Harmony.

Age + Clan + Sect + Path. Simple. Four tags and you get a good picture of who this character is. And like, I bet you could take a good guess at what she's like mechanically, right? From that description, I bet you're picturing somebody with Survival and Stealth and decent combat and probably leaning hard into Protean, and that's accurate!

Here's some more VtM characters. "Camarilla Ventrue Elder on Humanity", "Camarilla Ventrue Elder on Honorable Accord", "Sabbat Tzimisce Elder on Path of Ecstasy", "Independent Giovanni Neonate on Humanity". If you're familiar with VtM, you can picture the shape of these characters.

+ + +

So I'm taking this idea and applying it to my Magical Girl project. You have two playbooks that slot together - one magical and one mundane - and then you pick whether you're heroic or villainous. And on top of that, in the late game you might become Something Else like a Spectre or a Princess. So that's 3-4 mix-and-match slots. A player character can be expressed as:

Villainous Ruffian Blaster

and you can picture who she is. The combinations work. "Heroic Recluse Spy", "Villainous Fangirl Summoner", "Heroic Weirdo Cheat becoming a Princess", these are legible just from the options picked.

Which I think is a good sign, it means its easy to picture and communicate the sorts of characters you can have in the game.

[hyuckhyukahansol]

Hold On, We're Going Home

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"you don't even notice the click of him locking the door while he turns the lights off before he curls up behind you, chest to your back as he wraps his arms around you slowly. sensually. mark's breath fans on the back of your neck before he plants several slow kisses there, moving until he reaches right below the shell of your ear. all the while, his large, warm hands can't seem to to anything other than wander under your hoodie to caress your waist and stomach. you let out a breathy and quiet chuckle.

"babe, what are you doing?" you ask in a whisper.

"you know you're mine, right?" mark whispers into your ear, completely ignoring the question, yet answering it at the same time.

your skin heats all too quickly. you know exactly what this is. he's jealous. of what, you're really not sure.”

or

you're a popular soloist and your secret boyfriend is a kpop idol. when your Canadian tour dates line up, you both opt to stay at his parent's home in Vancouver, but even with his parents asleep downstairs, mark just can't seem to keep his hands off of you after your show.

tags -ˋˏ✄┈┈┈┈  idol!mark, soloist!reader, fem!reader, reader is american, porn with minimal plot, established relationship, childhood room, twin bed, missionary, jealousy, possessiveness, praise AND degradation, mentions of reader being small, ATTEMPTED quiet sex, sacrilege if you squint (theres a jesus on his wall), size kink if u squint, marks parents are mentioned but theres no dialogue with them because im not writing that, reader has her drivers license, implied that reader is not christian, reader's love language is being mean to mark, EXTREMELY unserious

nicknames ┇ his babe yours princess!! baby... etc

date started┇march 20 2025

date posted ┇march 28 2025

wc ┇4.4k

A/Ns ┇ nothing like a good "lets fuck on my childhood bed!" 

room based on the mark's homecoming teasers for firstfruit.

umm mark probably doesnt have a childhood bedroom in canada because he was like 13 when he left for sm and also he lived in new york before that so lets just pretend for the sake of the fanfic that he does ok? ok! >_<

in section 2 i mention bible study as a way for me to skate around actually writing meeting marks parents LMFAOOO um im unsure if this is a popular thing everywhere else but like i know in the south at least its like youth group but for older people where they'll have a like mini religion discussion thing? i dont know i havent been to church in several years and i'm atheist 😭 iykyk i guess

reader's dialogue is based off of me and im a very strange fella and i cannot be serious for one single second so its kind of bad 😭

FINAL NOTE im completely a virgin like ive never even kissed anyone LMFAO so if the smut seems inaccurate at all thats on me because i refuse to let a real obtainable man get that close to me 😆

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01. prologue

"no way our tour dates line up." 

you were in disbelief when your boyfriend called late at night to inform you that you would both be in the same city at the same time and that it just so happened to be where his parents lived: vancouver.

you were tucked under your warm, plush duvet with an unnecessary amount of pillows under your head and you groan as you sit up from them, cold air hitting your newly exposed skin, leaving goosebumps in its chilly wake.

"i'm serious dude, the company usually lets me visit my family when we go for canadian stops. i could see if i can stay at my parent's house for longer.. and you could come with me.." mark's voice got higher as he started adding to the equation. "and maybe you can stay.. and meet some people.."

"you're saying you want me to meet your parents?" you reply blankly, holding in a laugh at your boyfriend's shyness about asking. you lean back in your bed, cotton fabric sighing with effort.

"see? that's my girl, i knew you'd get it." your face heats at his words.

"oh dude you're flirting..." you quote him, earning a sound of annoyance from the other end of the call. you snicker.

"you actually have to stop watching those fan compilations." you giggle at how easily it both annoys and embarrasses him that you keep up with what he does at work.

"okay, i'll stop watching fan compilations of you when you delete your folder of edits of me" you offer jokingly through your fit of laughter.

he scoffs "that's out of the question." 

"okay then i guess i get to keep watching videos of you goofing off at work." 

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02. the twin bed

several months ago, your boyfriend had asked you to meet his parents in person. both of you living in seoul and being music artists meant that trips home were few and far between, so it made sense that mark would ask you to meet his parents in real life once the finally opportunity arose after two years of only seeing them in 2160p on a facetime screen. mark would've asked sooner if he weren't swamped with schedules — between three groups and solo activities, it was near impossible to find any amount of time to fly home, let alone with a secret girlfriend who's schedule was just as packed as his.

both of your tours had already started and you really hadn't seen much of each other since. you were grateful for the large amount of time you had in vancouver: about three nights of time together before you'd each have to take your separate flights to different cities for the rest of your respective tours. you had your show the first night of the three-day stay and his was the night directly after. 

mark had taken a plane with the rest of 127 and you opted to take a completely different flight; it wasn't worth the trouble of having to deal with both of your own saesangs on one flight as well as risking being caught. since mark's plane departed earlier than yours, he arrived at his parent's house much earlier than you, having already unpacked what he needed and started catching up with his folks when you rang the doorbell on the single-family home. as you were marveling at the normalcy of the house, your boyfriend swung the door open, giving you a hug and kiss on the cheek.

"did your staff already leave?" mark asked after surveying the street outside and not finding any cars. you turn and look back over your shoulder quickly even though you know you won't find a car there either.

"yeah, dropped me off and then sped away." you answer as you step inside. mark closes and locks the door behind you. 

"well, after she got out of the passenger seat because i begged her to let me drive-"

"you drove?" your boyfriend cut you off, eyes wide and eyebrows raised so high that his forehead was wrinkled.

"pfft, yeah?" you roll your eyes dramatically.

"i have my license and i'm a big girl. got here in one piece and everything." you reassure the man as he takes your suitcase and carryon from you.

"dude, you have an american drivers license."

"ooookay? it's basically the same! y'all drive on the right side of the road too.." you playfully push mark's shoulder, pouting as you continue.

"i never get to drive in korea. can't drive on the right there." you switch from a playful pout to a curious expression. "where are mother lee and father lee?" you ask, using your favorite nicknames that his parents thought were so endearing and silly. mark chuckles before answering.

"they're at wednesday bible study, so we have some time to unwind before you have to mingle with anyone other than me." mark explains, walking towards to stairs that lead to the second floor of the house. "my room is upstairs. it hasn't been redecorated since i was, like, 13." 

"oh, how fun." you joke, beginning to walk up the stairs with your boyfriend following behind you. "can't wait to see all the.. um.." after a long pause, you stop at the top of the stairs and turn to face him. "i can't finish my insult because i have no clue what little canadian boys like."

mark laughs and you're sure if his hands weren't full he would start hitting you in his fit of laughter like he usually does, but instead he hunches over a little at the joke before directing you to the last door on your right. 

the room is small and littered with old books, cd cases, and cassette tapes, all lined up haphazardly on painted wooden shelves that were much taller than you, the freshest layer of brown paint peeling in worn spots to reveal the previous paint job done in teal. in the left corner, against the flaky yellow wallpaper, sat a red guitar and in the right corner there was a boombox on a shelf above a bed. on the right wall was a crucifix and ivory jesus stared down at the bed below it with its mismatched plaid duvet and sheets and more pillows than any one boy needs, all with different pillowcases on them, one checkered blue, another white with blue stripes, the other two in solid teal and red. it was cozy, but something irked you and it wasn't the carpeted floor or the popcorn ceiling.

"you didn't tell me it was a twin bed?" you exclaim, turning to mark who looked like he'd just seen a ghost. he makes his way past you into the room, speaking as he sets your bags on the beg and sits next to them.

"yo, listen: you can have the bed to yourself and i can have the floor if it makes you feel better" mark offers, trying to soothe you. you're still stood in the doorway, leaning against it now.

"i dont want your funky ass twin bed? id rather sleep on the cold kitchen floor downstairs." you complain, frustrated at the entire situation. "I don't want to sleep without you but also I'm not sure we'll both fit comfortably." you express. your boyfriend looks at you funny. 

"are you serious?" he starts, getting up from the bed and walking towards you, stopping when he's stood just close enough that you have to look up to meet his eye. "there's definitely enough room. we'll just have to cuddle." he explains. you look up at him through long lashes and pout. 

"i'm starting to think the reason you didn't tell me is because you just wanted an excuse to hold me all night." you accuse. mark holds his hands up in a way that says 'you got me.'

"well, usually you complain that i'm too warm and you end up moving away from me after i fall asleep." mark admits with a slight frown, dropping his hands to his side in order to hang his shoulders in an attempt to sulk. he looks so cute when he pouts, large dark eyes shining at you with a hint of an apology for withholding information. you push yourself off of the door frame in favor of draping your arms on mark's shoulders, fingers touching around the back of his neck.

"okay, but you do get super warm and you know i run hot too." you defend yourself. mark pits his hands on either side of your waist and cracks a smirk and you know he's thinking of a terrible joke.

"yeah, super hot." 

"ew, that's so corny." you scrunch up your nose, making a disgusted face and he giggles, leaning in to pepper your cheek with kisses that you can feel the smile in.

"you're making me reconsider my option of sleeping alone." you threaten, but he only wraps his arms around you and holds you tight instead as if to say that there's no way you can back out of it now. you accept defeat.

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03. the concert

mark's parents were just as kind in person as they had been over video call. they just couldn't stop telling you how you were so much prettier in person and how proud they were that mark had found "such a nice young lady." you told them how lovely their home is and thanked them for letting you stay. the meeting was brief since you had to get to your venue for sound check and other preparations, so when your staff arrived to pick you up and whisk you away to your job, you apologized and swore that you would talk more the next day, assuming they probably wouldn't be awake by the time you got back.

sound check was smooth and you enjoyed seeing your fans for the 45 or so minutes it lasted. afterwards, you had your makeup and hair done and put on your first outfit. you made sure to take ample selfies so you could choose what to post after the concert, what to send to bubble now, and what to send to mark since you had down time. 

you: [image]

markus 😒😋: my gorgeous gorgeous girl

you grin at your phone, face heating to the point you start to fan yourself. you giggle at your own incoming joke as you look through your camera roll for a video to send to your boyfriend. the video is a clip his fans like to use of him with a blush filter on his face. (you know the one)

you: [video]

markus 😒😋: yeah ok im blocking you now

you: NOOOOO ☹️ 

markus😒😋: too late. need to start being nicer to your boyfriend

you: but youre so cute when youre annoyed..

markus😒😋: your fans are like really loud by the way

you: ???

markus😒😋: [2 images]

markus😒😋: your number 1 fan

the images mark sends you are one of the stage you're supposed to be on in about an hour and the other is selfie of him, mask hat, and glasses on, in a seat at your venue.

you'd attended each other's concerts before and it certainly wasn't a secret to either of your fans that the two of you knew each other, having done challenges, tiktoks, and other collabs together, but it still would give you butterflies when he would show up to a concert. 

you: 🥹 i told you if you would tell me beforehand that you were coming then you wouldn't have to actually buy tickets

markus 😒😋: its no fun when you know already!!! 

you: next time get floor tickets so i can have eye candy in the crowd

markus 😒😋: yes ma'am 🫡

the concert went super well. you were on time and your mic was loud enough for once and your costume wasn't itchy and your boyfriend was in the crowd. you were sure multistans had already spotted him there and you hoped that he was having a good time and that everyone was leaving him alone.

during the section of the concert where you walk around and sing into a handheld mic and do fan service, you spot a particularly funny sign. the sign, which was decked out in glittery letters and lots of hearts read: "y/n let me get that nda"

you double over in laughter as the back track plays without main vocals before continuing singing, going over to the fanboy holding the sign and taking his phone to record with it. the fan all but faints when you hand his phone back and blow him a kiss. when the song ends you talk for a bit about your tour so far and read other signs, flirting with your fans (as one does) and drinking water to soothe your throat. you don't particularly even think about what you're doing as you interact with the crowd, simply happy to see them smile.

the rest of your concert goes smoothly and you stay for around 30 minutes after everyone clears out in order to help your staff pack equipment and to make sure you didn't forget anything personal at backstage. when you're changed into a hoodie and some sweats and sitting in the passenger seat of your staff's car, you notice mark hasn't texted you, which is weird. mark always texts you after a concert even if you're going back to the same apartment. you assume maybe his phone died when you shoot him a "how was it?" text and he doesn't respond. you're really too exhausted to think of anything else as the road lulls you into a quick nap as you're driven to your boyfriend's parent's house.

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04. jealousy, jealousy 

mark's parents are asleep when you get back to their home, making for a silent house other than the whirring of the air conditioning and the click of you locking the front door. your boyfriend greets you as you walk through said door with a kiss on the cheek. you take in his already scruffy hair and pajama clad legs as well as the loose t-shirt he obviously just threw on.

"did your phone die?" you ask, worried as to why he didn't respond to you.

"yeah" he rubs one of his eyes with the back of his hand "man, um, traffic was crazy, i only just got here and changed."

mark hasn't been this awkward with you since the first few months you started dating. there's obviously something bothering him but you really don't know how to ask, especially when it's so late and you're still tired despite your nap. 

"yeah, i didn't actually drive back so i was able to take a power nap through it." you reply. mark simply hums and turns around, walking to and up the stairs, abruptly deciding he's done with the conversation. you follow him, face twisted in mouth opened, furrowed-brow confusion whenever he had his back to you. mark lingers by the doorway in his room as you pass him to flop down dramatically on the bed, facing the wall, only bothering to kick off your shoes and socks. you don't even notice the click of him locking the door while he turns the lights off before he curls up behind you, chest to your back as he wraps his arms around you slowly. sensually. mark's breath fans on the back of your neck before he plants several slow kisses there, moving until he reaches right below the shell of your ear. all the while, his large, warm hands can't seem to to anything other than wander under your hoodie to caress your waist and stomach. you let out a breathy and quiet chuckle.

"babe, what are you doing?" you ask in a whisper.

"you know you're mine, right?" mark whispers into your ear, completely ignoring the question, yet answering it at the same time.

your skin heats all too quickly. you know exactly what this is. he's jealous. of what, you're really not sure.

your boyfriend continues to kiss around your ear, moving now to your shoulder, each kiss messier and needier than the last. one of his hands moves to cup your breast while the other sits right below your belly button, tantalizingly close to where you can feel your arousal pooling in liquid form. his pinky dips under the waistband of your sweats and stays there as he toys with your nipple, pinching the bud with two fingers, eliciting a soft whine from you to which he hisses.

"have to be quiet, baby. be quiet for me? for me?" he repeats. you breathe out a shaky "ok" as you move your arm behind you in an attempt to feel up your boyfriend, petting his side.

mark snuggles closer and you can feel his erection against your ass as he continues to massage your breast. his other hand finally dives under the waistband of your sweats, middle finger finding your clit oh so easily as he begins to almost pet you, cupping your entire mound and rocking his hands against it, middle finger pressed ever so slightly between the lips and against your bundle of nerves. you try your best to keep your whines down, your once free hand now occupied with covering your mouth. you buck embarrassingly and helplessly against mark's hand.

"desperate, huh? that why you made a show of yourself?" he coos.

you nod. of course it wasn't the truth and you both knew that. you really still weren’t sure what you even did, but your mind was too hazy to do anything except play into his hands, literally and figuratively. 

mark begins to rub circles into your clit, using the friction from your panties to add to the sensation of it. you struggle to stay quiet and when you let a particularly obscene sound slip, your boyfriend groans, pulling away from you.

"sit up, baby." he commands as he gets off the bed and drops to his knees in front of you. he runs his palms up your clothed thighs when you turn to face him.

"take this off for me, princess?" he requests.

you oblige, lifting your hips to discard your sweats, deciding your hoodie is too much and discarding that as well. you don't know when mark removed his shirt, but between him locking the door and getting on his knees, it had been tossed to the opposite corner of the room, bunched up and barely visible from the moonlight filtering through the window. 

mark pushes your legs open and slots himself between them, kissing the inside of your thigh, face oh so close to exactly where you need him. you look down at him in awe. the way his messy brown hair falls into his prettily-pink tinged face and how absolutely drunken on you he looks when his gaze flicks up to you might be enough for you to cum on the spot. you're practically throbbing for him when he finally presses a kiss to your clothed clit. your breath hitches and you let out a soft whimper at the contact.

"you still haven't exactly told me what i did.." you remind mark as his thumbs hook under the hem of your underwear. they linger there for a moment while he answers.

“i think you know."

you lift your hips once again to allow mark and to slip your panties down and toss them somewhere in the room. the air is cool against the heat of your cunt and you fight the urge to close your legs to keep in the warmth.

"so fucking gorgeous." mark mutters before rolling his tongue against your clit. you let out a loud whimper and he shushes you gently but does nothing more to stop you when he licks a fat stripe up your pussy before sucking your clit and coming off with an obscene pop that has you biting into the hand covering your mouth. he returns to it, making slow circles of it with his tongue while he inserts a finger into you, then two, pumping them in and out and curling them at an agonizingly slow place.

you whimper around your hand for a second before taking it slightly away from your mouth.

"i s-seriously don't know— hah— w-what i did, babe." you manage to get out.

mark pulls his face away from your heat, replacing his tongue with his thumb, increasing to a medium pace.

"touched other people. laughed at their jokes. just missed you so bad, princess. wished it was me.” he melts into the side of your thigh, looking up at you as he answers before focusing intently on the way his fingers move against you. the sound of his fingers inside of you fills the room with nasty squelching. his free hand has been rubbing circles into the outside of your thigh this whole time and you attempt to grab it to hold his hand when he finally speeds up a third time, going a pace that you can finally feel your orgasm building with. he swats your hand away.

"think you deserve it?" he asks

"m'sorry." you reply, opting to place the hand on his sheets instead. you can finally feel your release building and your moans get harder and harder to contain behind your hand.

"mark m'gonna cum, please" you plead with him. for what, you're not sure. 

"that's it, good girl." he coos "let it all out, princess." 

his praise is just enough to make you topple over the edge of pleasure, orgasm washing over you in waves as you let out a silent cry. mark finger-fucks you through it, not bothering to stop even when your thighs threaten to crush his head or your foot hits his back, before slowing and then finally pulling his fingers away once your clenching ceases, bringing his hand up to his mouth to lick it clean whilst you catch your breath. 

"lay down, if i don't fuck your brains out right now i'm seriously gonna lose it." your eyes widen as you reposition yourself so that you're laying on your back while mark discards his pants and underwear. he crawls over you, holding himself up on one forearm as you start making out, tongues melding against each other. he breaks from the kiss to lean back and put one of your legs over his broad shoulder. he teases you, rubbing the tip of his fat cock against your still-sensitive clit.

"nobody else can do this but me right, princess?" he asks and you can hear his breath hitch as he continues to rock himself against you. you shake your head in response.

"need it so bad mark." you plead with him, tired of the teasing and the empty feeling in your core.

mark lines himself up with your entrance and pushes in slowly, inch by inch, coupled with quiet groans. the stretch is something you're never used to no matter how many times the two of you fuck; the way he fills you is delicious.

he pauses when he's fully inside you, leaning over you, causing the leg on his shoulder to fold back on you. he kisses your neck and jaw and nibbles at your ear he pulls out until just the tip remains and thrusts back into you, causing you to let out a loud combination of a whine and a strangled groan, to which mark quickly covers your mouth with his hand. he starts slow, rocking in and out of you at a leisurely pace. his free hand that isn't muffling your noises rests beside you on the bed so that he doesn't absolutely crush you. mark makes sure not to fuck into you too hard, worried the loud sounds of skin on skin might wake his parents up. 

"think you can cover your own mouth for me?" he asks and you nod.

he pushes himself up so that his chest is no longer flush with yours and his hand is no longer covering your mouth. you hover the back of your hand over your mouth so that your voice is still audible enough for mark to hear, commanding him to go faster. you cover your mouth as he obliges, and he starts letting out soft moans. they're not nearly as loud as yours but they're so sexy that you almost can't help the way you try to roll your hips up into him in response. 

"what would all your fans think?" he says. "folded in half for my cock... all for me." he adds, starting to get lost in the feeling of your pussy pulling him in. he throws his head back and you swear you could cum from the sight right then and there. 

something snaps in mark- maybe its how close he is or how warm you are, but he stops caring about the noise and starts making pointed thrusts into you, hitting that sweet spot in you that makes your eyes roll and your back arch off the bed. the sound of his skin on yours is loud and if you weren't so fucked out then maybe you'd care, but your brain is fuzzy and your skin is tingly and the only thing you can think about is how impossibly tight the coil in your stomach is. your hand isn't enough to muffle anything anymore, your fingers keep curling and you're squirming so much that it's hard to contain any sounds you make. mark seems to have forgotten where he is because he just starts praising you like you're alone in his apartment.

"so fucking gorgeous. gonna cum, princess? yeah?" he coos.

through babbles and broken groans you manage to get out a broken "please." his thumb finds your clit and he rubs it in rough circles and you swear you're on fire. your orgasm crashes into you like a crack of lightning and you open your mouth to let out a silent scream. you squirm and kick and mark holds your hips down to fuck you through it, chasing his own orgasm all the while. he cums not too long after you with a chant of your name and a broken, choked moan as he fills you up with ropes of hot seed. your chest heaves and you honestly forget that you even exist until mark's words bring you back.

"you don't think we woke them up, right?"

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A/N ┇OH GOD!!! im actually really scared i hope this isnt as bad as it seems to me i think i just dont like it because im the one who wrote it. i got a bit out of character for mark but like also who knows what hes like during sex. you dont know. i dont know. AHH! um i hope you 🫵 enjoyed it. take a shot every time i said the word you in this fanfic.

I got distracted while editing this because I had nct mvs playing in the background and 90s love came on… winwin I miss you

[meadowfics]

broken souls

kang dae ho x f!reader

the person you were born with is not the person you will be leaving with

warnings: guns, sibling death

I am not responsible for the content you choose to read below the "keep reading," point.

both you and your twin sister, esther, decided to join these games together.

the salesman approached you both at different times.

he approached you outside of a convenience store, and he approached esther in the public transport station.

when you told esther about what happened, she told you it happened to her too.

the death of your parents put you in financial debt, so the both of you hoped to win money for these games to pick yourselves up again.

however, you didn't expect to be stranded from your sister during these games.

after the amount of death you witnessed during red light, green light.. she still wanted to stay.

however, you wanted to go. no money was worth this.

"esther, are you fucking insane? for wanting to stay here after seeing that?"

"we need the money, y/n."

"not this badly??"

"whatever."

as the games went on.. you started to lose connection to your sister.

even though this was when you needed her the most.

you weren't even on the same team as her in the six legged pentathlon.. since a man came up to you with a proposal.

"hey, my team is looking for one more player.. would you like to join?"

you looked at the man's number.. 388.

he smiled, and you were attracted to his tall and strong figure. maybe he will be a good teammate.

"sure."

you joined him along with players 456, 001, and 390.

"nice to meet you, player 199."

player 001 politely introduces.

"its nice to meet you too, sir."

your team ended up passing the pentathlon. along with your sisters team.

back in the dorms, you watched her with her group. she was seated with a woman with piercings beside her, along with the rapper with purple hair and his two strange friends.

"thank you for saving my life earlier."

you turned to player 388, who sat beside you while eating his bread.

"its no problem, by the way my name is kang dae ho."

you smile

"my name is y/n l/n.. its nice to know your name."

dae ho.. blushes?

"its nice to know yours too. you have a beautiful name!"

he glees.

"thank you!"

player 456 looks between the both of you, clearly understanding some of the attraction going on.

the next game was.. mingle.

fuck.

you panic, but dae ho puts his strong hands on your shoulders.

"hey hey, its okay! we can always stick together and if we need more players then we will find them."

you smile lightly.

"thats perfect, dae ho."

you look over at your twin sister, who stands beside player 124. it looks as if they're bickering about something, but you turn away.

esther is mad at you, and you are too tired to be focused on anything else other than the game.

the first three rounds go.. well.. at least you are still alive.

you've been tagged along with dae-ho the entire time.

he always had his hand on your back, shoulders, or waist to make sure that you were safe with him.

you appreciated that.

however, as the last round approached, you could not see his tall self anywhere.

you lost him.

luckily, your sister is right in front of you. you can tell from her hair.

the spinning stops.

"two players."

all hell breaks loose.

your sister stands confused as you quickly pull on her arm.

you run towards a blue colored door as esther is dragged along with you.

however, as you approach the door, a man launches himself against your body and you fly across the floor.

esther is thrown to the opposite side, due to the force. she lands on her arm wrong, clenching her teeth in pain.

you couldn't process the push until you felt a pair of strong arms pick you up and throw you inside of the purple colored room in the last two seconds.

the door clicks as you process who saved you.

dae ho.

"holy shit I thought I almost lost you."

dae ho panics, pulling you into a tight hug as you take a deep breath into his chest.

however, your mind started to scream at you.

"where is esther?"

you threw yourself off of dae ho and pounded on the locked door.

"ESTHERRR????"

you screamed, trying to break open the door as dae ho looks at you in panic.

many gunshots ring outside of the door.

"WHAT THE FUCK? ESTHER WHERE ARE YOU??! PLEASEE!"

you started to cry, realizing the last sight you saw of esther was her on the ground.. far from that blue door you tried to pull her into.

"sweetheart?!!!? what is going on!!!?"

dae ho asks, confused as he watches you throw the door open once it unlocks.

he chases you to where you last saw your sister.

what remains is a blood spot. a blood spot where she would have been laying at.

your eyes widen in shock, she's not dead... she can't be.

dae ho stares at that spot with you, before he follows you back into the dorms.

"esther!!?"

you screamed out into the dorms.

some people did not acknowledge you... others looked at you like you were crazy... and others frowned.

one of the players who looked at you was player 124, someone who esther was attached to before the start of the mingle games.

"hey, you!"

you jogged over to the man.

dae ho, along with jung-bae, young-il, and gi hun, look from afar.

"yo."

player 124 nods.

"where is esther?"

player 124 gives you a confused look..

"player 198.. the girl you were hanging out with before mingle.. where is she?"

you pleaded.

"I think she died, bro."

the purple haired man who sat beside 124 answered.

over by the bunks, you cried for hours inside of dae-ho's arms.

you couldn't speak knowing that your twin sister was dead, and the both of you were on bad terms beforehand.

you failed at saving her, your twin sister who was younger than you by four minutes.. your twin is dead.

pulling yourself out of dae ho's arms.. you look up to see gi hun, young-il, jung-bae, and even dae ho looking at you with sympathy.. and confusion.

"player 198.. esther.. is my twin sister."

you breath out.

gi hun and jung-bae's eyes widen.

young-il slightly frowns.

dae ho pulls you back into a comforting hug.

"I'm so sorry..."

dae ho whispered.

"we were fighting because of the voting. she wanted to stay but.."

you pointed to the X on your jacket.

"I wanted to leave."

young-il nods his head in understanding.

dae-ho rocks you back and forth in his arms.. its comforting.

"that's why she sat over there with those players while I chose to stay with you guys.."

you say, pointing to where player 124 was.

nothing else was said from you. the other guys felt sorry, very sorry, for you as you took a nap in dae ho's arms.

dae ho, though, felt guilty.

he saw you pull player 198 towards the blue colored room, he watched as you took her hand and ran as fast as you possibly could.

the man had no idea that it was your twin sister.

you never mentioned a twin sister when you first met him during the six legged pentathlon.

shit, you weren't even on the same team as her for that!

he took you into the room during mingle to ensure that you would survive with him.. unaware that he basically just left your sister to die outside of that blue colored door.

"y/n.. I am so so sorry."

he apologizes shortly after you wake up, sometime after lights out.

you flare your eyebrows at him..

"for what?"

"for taking you into that room with me.. basically leaving your sister outside to.."

dae ho stops.

"dae, stop.. thats not your fault."

you swallow.

"that stupid player killed her.. the one that pushed me and her away from that door."

you say with anger in your eyes as dae ho gave you a frown.

"I don't know if I will be able to live without her.. dae ho."

you zone out, staring towards the dunks on the other side of the warehouse building.

"can I promise you something?"

dae ho asks.

you look back at him, nodding to hear what he has to say.

"before that.. can I ask what were you and your sister here for?"

you think..

"we were here to pay off the debt caused from our parent's death. the money was going to go towards that and getting ourselves back on our feet."

dae ho reaches for your left hand, squeezing it softly with both of his strong hands.

"well.. can I promise you that I will protect you while we are still in here?"

he says...

"dae ho, i-"

"y/n, I promise I will protect you and get us both out of here. we have only known each other for a few days but you're someone special. I wish I met you outside of here before all of this."

your eyes look down at his lips while he speaks, before looking back up at his eyes.

"you feel like you failed your sister, I understand that. however, you didn't! we can pay off your debt caused from your parent's funeral, and we can see how things go with us from here. we can give your sister a proper funeral too and--"

"I don't think that the guards will give us her body after this is over.."

you mumble, wondering where your sister's body is now.

"you're right, but can I promise that I will help you from here on out?"

this place was the wrong place to trust people.

however, dae ho wasn't like the horrific people this place can create.

"you can promise me that, I trust you."

a/n: I hate this lol

[inf3ct3dd]

ellie headcanons pt 4.!

warnings: literally nothing

content: loser!ellie x reader

authors note: brewing a full length fic in my mind rn… this might be the last hc post 😓!!!

pt.3. taglist!

- loves matching with you. keychains, shoes, outfits, literally anything. if you have dyed hair, she’d dye a piece of hers to match you.

- makes up elaborate plots to kiss you bc she’s too cool and nonchalant to ask for a kiss 😕😕

“ugh, my lips are just sooooo dry…”

“didnt you literally just put chapstick on 5 minutes ago?”

“yknow chapstick these days…so…low quality.”

“is this your weird way of asking me to kiss you?”

“noooo what!!! thats craaaaazy i have nooo idea what you’re talking about!!!”

smooch

“you’re so stupid.”

“i feel sooooo moisturized right now”

- always fidgeting with something. probably has a rubix cube keychain 😕🔥🔥

- speaking of, she has an excessive amount of keychains. like so many.

- covers her eyes and peaks through her fingers every time you change infront of her

- definitely audibly said “woah” when she saw ur boobs for the first time

- has so many dumb socks. dinosaurs, minecraft, pickles, literally anything she likes she has a pair of socks for

- scarily good at roblox obbies. you literally can’t play with her because she’ll be done in like 5 minutes 😞

- loves those papas cooking games. her faves are the taco mia one and the sushi-ria

- arizona green tea 🗣️🗣️

- will put on awful accents for hours on end just for fun 😞 esp the italian accent. it’s ridiculous 💔💔 or that frat dude accent

“suhhh dude”

- definitely built her own pc. put a picture of you in it too ☹️☹️

- calls you “dude” or “bro” on accident sometimes

- absolutely constantly argues w ppl on the internet. if she gets bored she just tells them to kts and blocks them 😕

- MAKES THE BEST PASTA EVER!!! it’s literally her favorite food and she’s constantly cooking it. even makes her own sauce 🔥🔥

- tries to do tricks while she’s smoking and just ends up a coughing mess

- her default pose in every picture is just her doing a thumbs up and looking at the camera like this 😐 but whenever she takes a picture with you she is absolutely CHEESING

- randomly takes 0.5 pictures of you constantly. has a whole album in her phone of all the pictures

- barely ever uses instagram, and all her posts are just pictures of you.

- “i could take a bear in a fight.”

- loves balancing things on your head when you fall asleep around her. one time you woke up to like 20 cheerios falling on your lap

- whenever she’s home alone she puts on insanely random outfits and then forgets she’s wearing them. one time you came home to her sleeping on the couch in a full suit

- lets you stand on the cart in the grocery store so she can stand behind you and push it around

- has had the same backpack since the 5th grade. she’s had to sow it back together 20 times and she refuses to throw it away because its “special”

- stalks all your reposts on tiktok when she’s bored

“was this about me???”

- absolutely disgusted by like…any type of canned food. she will not go near it. ESPECIALLY SARDINES

- makes a million typos every time she texts you. her messages are like ancient scrolls you have to decipher to read

“sre tou comungw over todqy ??”

- every time she wears a hat she wears it backwards

- hates sharing her food, but will constantly eat yours

“just a little bite!!!” and she eats like half of it 😒

- has the julien baker rainbow guitar strap

- literally loves apples. so much. apple juice, apple pie, apple cider, literally ANYTHING that has apples in it/ is apple flavored she will DEVOUR IT

- whenever she cooks for herself, she just eats it straight out of the pot/pan.

“whats the point?? ‘s just more dishes to wash 😒”

taglist: if ur name is crossed, i cant tag u :((

@princessguardian444 @mina-281 @leatheredhearts @r3wbeef @dinaissoprettyoml @forelliesposts @lov3lylotus @melissabarrerass @greencacty @as2rid @kingofmylastkiss @dollietes @ellieslilsIvvt @pl9ys @bbygrlshelbs @gayh0rr0r @sawaagyapong @paran0id0blivi0n @bubs-world @mag-mfm @bearieio @slutshies @horror-whoree @calystas-morning-tea @ilovaffles @fr3sh-tragedies @iloveeyousblog @maris-koffin @emonopolyman @elliesgflol @girlwonderchloe @brunettedolls-blog @beestar120 @ddreabea @ibloom4u @elliesmellsbad @thecowardwrites @owmoiralover @yuyans-stuff @minixmel @ellesslutt @swtsuna @saggykneecaps @4rt3m1ss @clouded-whispers @baldph0bic @elleatethat @certifedcrybunny @staxz8 @astridnyx31 @0rb1t-s4turn @amandla111 @kalia31 @spinnyshark @cewcumbers @urnewghostfriend @dinasmoon @teeveegirl @iwantsoda @lunascerebro @matildalee @rach-0000 @er-or101 @our-horse @armins1ut @syrenada @seventeenelliesgf @jellysangelstar @f3r4lfr0gg3r @ilovelyby @people0know @sapphicsstars @hi2647 @mousymaven @echostinn @bratydoll

[simp-ly-writes]

All For You

─────── · · A TDOTJ FanFic

Pairing: Charles "Jackal" Calthrop x Fem!Reader

─ · · SUMMARY: After one shock phone-call your whole world appears to have turned over leaving you stranded against the floors of your kitchen yet your (murderous) husband might just have a quick and effective way to solve your problem- his words, not yours.

─ · · TAGS: second person perspective used, female-pronouns used, mentioned to have hair and a mother, would this count as yandere themes? angst, emotional hurt/comfort, Jackal kills someone for you, depictions of violence and anxiety attacks, not beta red nor edited.

─ · · MASTERLIST | TAGLIST REQUEST | WORDCOUNT: 3,136

─ · · A/N: thank you for the ask anon! I LOVE writing angst and hurt/comfort fics AHHHH! 💞😫

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─ · · You sat in the car for a moment longer than usual, simply enjoying the warm kiss of the sun against your skin from the open roof- feeling the breeze sweep your hair off your shoulders that carried the faintest smell of flowers and fresh cut grass up to your nose as you took a deep breath in. You smile and close your eyes to soak up the moment before unbuckling yourself and reaching into the backseat to grab the groceries you gathered earlier.

With a brown paper bag in each of your arms (too stubborn to take multiple trips back and forth from the car). You propped your knee against the front door, bag atop of it as you fumbled for your house keys. Leaning down to your side you struggle to reach into your pocket as the bag starts to tip- rushing to catch it in time- keys falling to the porch as you curse underneath your breath. Moment ruined, you think to yourself with a grumble before pushing open the door.

Kicking off your shoes in favour of your slippers as you did not want to mess up your freshly mopped floors. Your muscles practically sung with relief as you dropped the bags to the stone counters and begun to unpack, restocking the kitchen accordingly.

─ · · Placing the now empty bags back by the door for later use, you took a sudden turn to move upstairs- tripping on the forth step as you heard your phone start to ring before the call cancelled shortly after and begun again in a tight sequence. You raise a brow, pausing on the steps before turning yourself around and heading back into the kitchen, unlocking your phone to see nearly a dozen calls from an unknown number.

Your palms instantly sweat, a sense of anxiety hitting you hard and fast as you hesitantly accept the next call, gripping the device tightly to your ear.

At first all you hear is silence, you turn up the volume more, debating of weather or not to speak the first words but as you open your mouth to speak, you do not hear your own voice coming across the speaker. "Don't move if you know whats good for you," a stern male voice sounds in your ear.

Every muscle in your body tightens to his words, that once hot shock of panic now a cold shiver starts at your shoulders and trails down your back as you still in your place, listening intently as you stare at your blurry reflection in the refrigerator across from you, seeing your widened and glossy eyes.

"Good. Now listen closely, your mother owes us a lot of money and has failed to pay us on time, again and again, and we are done being patient. I know you have the money to pay us- thats a mighty nice necklace on your neck there..." the man pauses and your hear shuffling on the other end before speech continues, "...must have cost a fortune, right? I would hate to see blood stain such a gemstone, wouldn't you?"

You don't answer, head starting to feel light as you cannot physically process the amount of panic and stress you are experiencing, beginning to sway on your feet as you fall backwards, weak arms bracing yourself against the back bench.

"Answer me," the voice demands, breath heavy and echoing straight through your ears, settling in your head as you clear your throat and offer a meek, "yes."

"Yes what? You want to see it all bloody, feel your body becoming lighter by the seconds as I slice open your neck?" the man laughs, practically drinking your frightened tone.

"N-no!" you cut the man off before shucking in a sharp breath, closing your eyes as you feel heavy tears drip down your cheeks, I shouldn't have done that, shouldn't have said that, shouldn't-

"Then you know what you have to do then. Get me two million dollars by Thursday. Drop off point is Sullivan Dock at midnight... am I understood?" the mans voice is sharp, cutting right through your panic for a brief moment as you feel for a pen and write down the demands in a skewed script due to your shaky hands.

"I-" you begin to say, voice groggy from being filled with endless amounts of tears before clearing your throat and repeating, "I understand," In a clearer tone.

The man hums contently, "I look forward to seeing only you and that black bag of cash and know that... we are watching you... always." The call cuts suddenly, the device falls from your shoulder, clattering against the tiles as you slide against the cabinets to sit alongside it, staring blankly at the cold black screen as if it would somehow entertain a better resolve.

Your knees tuck up to your chest as you curl your arms around your legs, hugging yourself tightly as overwhelming hopelessness crashes over you, drowning you in its waves- your tears an outpour of the internal flood. Whatever am I going to do? How am I ever going to find 2 million dollars by the end of the week? What if I don't?

You feel sick and scared beyond belief thinking of Charles, your husband, coming home after a long flight back home to you... only to discover your corpse... you cry harder at the thought, sobs echoing in the empty home- the walls feeling like they are encompassing and suffocating you as you struggle to take in air.

─ · · You fail to notice the additional figure in the room that rushes to your side, falling to their knees as they gently call out your name, arms outstretched yet cautious as to not frighten you further as you have yet to react to his presence.

Your head snaps over, mouth opening for a potential scream before swallowing back a large lump in your throat as you practically throw yourself into Charles familiar embrace and take in the scent of his cologne.

Toned arms reach around and encase your figure, the pressure welcoming like a safety blanket as you shuffle yourself into his lap and silently cry into his shoulder.

Your husband does not pressure you to speak right away, simply rocking you both back and forth gently, kissing the top of your head as he shushes away your tears, "I hate seeing you cry, nothing pains my heart more than seeing you this way."

You welcome the comforting words to chase out the cold tone ringing through your head, focusing on your breaths to match his own, feeling as his large hands drag up and down your arms, "I'm here for you, always. Never for a moment question what I wouldn't do for you, my love... and if you're ready, I would like to know who or what made you feel like this?"

You hesitate, freezing in his embrace as the fresh fear like a deep wound reopened has you gripping his shirt and shaking your head. The Jackal's blood cools, expression hardening as you turn and hide your face in his chest- refusing to look him in the eyes. I can't bring him into this... I can't- your thoughts are cut off by the memory of his words, '...never question what I wouldn't do for you...'

"Whatever it is I-"

"I got this call and they said my mom owed a-and they wanted me and I just-need-two-million-dollars o-or-" you speak at a mile a minute and it does not help that your voice is muffled by the fabric of his shirt. He holds your head, gently prying you away to watch as your lip quivers before his own. "I need you to speak more slowly, sweetheart. I need to know exactly what they said," he speaks in a steady even tone that hovers between a cold demand and genuine concern.

Looking down as his eyes race to meet your own, you reach around behind you-not ready to move off his lap to help your search- needing his physical touch to ground yourself. You grasp the note you made in between your shaking fingers and softly read out what you wrote down.

The Jackal nods once as you look up at him hesitantly, expression neutral in an effort to hide the utter rage that flares up beneath his skin. His nostrils flare, eyes sharpened as he glares at the tear-stained note on the back of the receipt as if it were the man that threatened you itself. He would have to be long dead before someone thought they could touch you.

─ · · You are scared once again, starting to peel yourself away once noticing the tight fists clenched down by your sides and catching the tick of his head over your shoulder to see your shattered phone screen, listening to him growl deeply before slender fingers read over your printing, memorizing the information and the amount.

─ · · Thinking him to be upset with you, you quickly scramble to your feet and shake your head, begging- no, pleading to him, "please. I promise that I can work something out, Charles... you don't have to get involved with my families mistakes, you already do so much for me and-"

Charles grabs your phone and the note in hand as he stands, placing them gently on the countertop as he take three long strides to tower over your shaking form. You make no effort to touch him, simply forcing your head down to watch as your tears polish the tiles below.

Slender and calloused fingers grip your chin with purpose, forcing you to meet his stare which rattles your very soul, his words haunt you by how precisely he articulates his next words- as if a computer choosing the perfect combination to run- his other hand grips your hip firmly, keeping you in place.

"My wife is not going to go after some bandit," he states, tone as firm as his eyes, demanding your compliance, you shiver, a dozen conflicting emotions overcoming you and embarrassingly enough, your knees feel weak to the strength and sureness he speaks with and the utter desire to protect you he displays.

You open your mouth to protest before hesitating once feeling his forehead rest atop your own, you bite your lip. "Especially when her husband can and will fix this problem. You need not worry your pretty head about it anymore." He kisses you softly afterwards, making sure you think before making the attempt to protest again.

Not finding the strength to speak again, you fall forwards and into his arms as you accept to his words. Charles picks you up in a bridal carry and brings you upstairs before laying you down gently in bed. He sits at the foot of the covers, hands dragging up and down your calves affectionately as you fall beneath the blankets and pillows.

But just as you begin to wonder just how he plans on solving your... problem and as if telepathically knowing your thoughts, he pinches your leg gently, drawing your attention towards him once more to see as he shakes his head firmly. "I'll handle it and... have a conversation with your mother. I promise it'll all be over soon. Why don't you get yourself settled for the night and we can watch something in bed together-hm?"

"Okay," you whisper, heart skipping a beat at the small smile he offers you before leaning for another kiss from your lips before departing.

You look out towards the windows for a moment, eyes squinting- brain thinking to see a figure in the shadows. You start to slip out from beneath the covers, eyes darting to the door but once you look back... you see nothing. Rubbing your eyes and blaming the vision on your tiredness from all the crying, you scroll through the selection before choosing a night-gown and starting your skin-care routine.

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─ · · The Jackal walks to his office, gently closing and pressing his forehead against the door. A tight fist slams right beside his fist, knuckles bruising as he mutters a curse underneath his breath. For so long he was able to keep his worlds, both light and dark, apart from one another and yet your mother had to come around and fuck everything he had worked so hard to divide, clashing them against one another as his world turned grey.

─ · · He wished he appeared a few minutes earlier, could have tracked the call, bargained with the Bandit and yet in the safest place he made for you in this world was still not safe enough. Taking in a deep breath, he walks over to his desk, reaching over the table for the landline phone. He listens to its ring, once, twice, a prolonged thrice before the woman's voice sounds from the other end.

"Hello?" she calls out hesitantly.

"Hello [moms_name], let us avoid pleasantries and cut right to the chase. Why was there some criminal calling my wife's phone today?" Charles keeps his voice tight, the demand for more information coming across clearly down the line as he leans against the edge of his desk. The phones wire wrapped around his hand as he gazes out the window, peering into the emerging darkness of the evening.

"Criminal? I would not know such a th-" your mom begins to say in a rushed tone, the Jackal can practically smell her lies as his face scrunches up in disgust, I really should have severed contact earlier from you.

He cuts her off, clicking his tongue repeatedly against the top of his mouth, "Is that so?... huh... so if I were to ever-so politely swing over to your place, I wouldn't find anything... out of the ordinary for the mother-in-law I provide so generously to?"

Their is a long pregnant pause before he hears anything further, "you're welcome to, but you won't find anything."

The Jackal scoffs, "I was hoping you'd be able to admit the truth... but it seems my list grows with people I need to look after."

"You would never do such a thing, not to your wife, not to my daughter. She would never forgive you... and why won't you just pay off the remainder? I know you have the money to do so," your mother rebuttals, she knew what your husband was, confronted him after confirming her suspicions but she knew she would be in just the same out of trouble if she told you anything directly.

"Then I would just be allowing them to twist my arm into submission when no one should think to do so in the first place. I'm not getting you that money nor am I going to kill you but all I ask you is to remember this, do not take my pure generosity and run with it for the next time you yank my chain it will come back harder and faster. Good chat, [moms_name], I look forwards to seeing you this weekend for dinner."

Your mother begins to speak yet the Jackal slams the line closed before standing up and stretching before moving to his laptop and overlooking the surrounding area and buildings of Sullivan Dock where he could set himself up for... success.

─────── · ·

─ · · You are already drifting off beneath the warm covers before you hear the door open and you roll over on your side with a lazy smile. Charles smiles, kneeling beside the bed as he gently tucks a strand of hair behind your ear before placing a kiss to your forehead and dressing down for the night.

You lean back in bed watching as he elegantly places his cuff-links on the dresser, unbuttoning his shirt and tossing it into the laundry bin alongside his pants before crawling into bed beside you, tucking your head underneath his arm.

Placing a kiss to his chest you listen as to every breath he takes and the sound of his heartbeat, his fingers draw random patterns against your skin, "I spoke with your mother. I want you and her to stay here for the next few days... just until the dust has settled."

"and what do you plan on doing, my love?" you peer up at your husband, blinking slowly as he leans his head down, hand falling to your hip, the other brushes against your cheek absent-mindedly.

"I'll talk with them and give them what they want..." he explains, before taking it all away.

"Thats dangerous, no? Charles I-" His brief kiss distracts you allowing his words to cloud over your head, "I promise that I'll return to you like I always do. Do you trust me?"

"Of course, I married you, Charles."

"Then trust me on this."

You pause, sitting up fully as he brings you closer to him, kisses trailing down from your cheek, to your jaw and neck. You close your eyes, letting out a long breath to answer in a whisper, "okay."

"Good. Now what show have you picked?"

─────── · ·

─ · · When Thursday rolls around Charles is no where to be found when you awaken in the morning. Your mother is asleep in the guest room down the hall as you trot your way to the kitchen and begin making brunch for you both. You don't see Charle's work-boots by the door nor his coat as your heart picks up its beat, anxious eyes flicking outside to the spot where you thought to have seen that figure last night is still bare.

─ · · Your mind races to the most terrible of scenarios throughout the day of what "fixing the problem" could possibly entail and even when you ask your mother for her opinion. She looks distantly past you, you squint your eyes not seeing anyone there but she simply shrugs her shoulders, "I'm sure Charles, has everything handled dear."

"How are you so sure? I mean he could be out there getting himself killed o-or what if he's already dead? God mom why did you have to get yourself involved with these things, it should be one of us out there when he had-"

A cough has you jumping in your seat and hastily turning around to see Charles, not a hair our of place in a simple pair of linen pants with a white t-shirt. He smiles at you brightly as your run and jump into his arms, feeling as you kiss all over his face and check his body for any injuries. His heart warms to your affections as he revels in them before staring at your mother coldly from across the room as he grips you tightly to his chest, never again, his eyes speak.

─────── · ·

─ · · A/N: every time I think I'm over this show I see another edit, sigh, and then open Tumblr again LOL

─ · · JACKAL TAGLIST: @swiftietevitdrewjew @groovyponypatrollamp @alelo23 @apaperflowerreader @itz-stuts @moonlightmvrvel @nadixq

[the-record]

CASUAL.

SUMMARY: you want all of her, but abby only wants a friend

PAIRING: college!fwb!abby anderson x reader

A/N: i hate this a little but this is for the person who wanted a casual fic under the abby tag this is for u 💋💋 ur genius bc yes i love abby&casual&chappell so yes here

my masterlist

‘ I’M JUST A GIRL THAT YOU BANG ON YOUR COUCH ’

abby: babyyyyyyyt

abby: when ate you cming overrrrrrtt

angel: when you’re sober!

abby: boooooooooooooooooo

angel: i can come over tomorrow, i work tn anyways

abby: fine

abby: miss u

angel: miss u too babes

“you’re still with her?” dina asks while she reads over your shoulder. “didn’t she ghost you and come back like nothing happened?”

your thumb locks your phone as you turn it over on your lap. “so?” you turn to face the brunette, “its nothing serious anyways.” you have to defend yourself against dina and her girlfriend, ellie, way too often.

“tell that to angel three weeks ago crying in my apartment.” ellie piped up. “we’re just trying to be good friends.”

dina wraps her arms around your shoulders as you turn back around. “exactly babes, we love you.”

“whatever.”

you’re both quiet. an artist you dont know sings soft words while crickets harmonize. abby’s fingers run up and down your bare back and yours tangle in her hair. usually, the girl has an ample amount of topics to bring up, but tonight the jar runs empty.

“what are we?” you question. abby’s hand slows before settling on your lower back, toying with the band of her boxers that you wear.

she sighs before answering, thinking about what to say. “friends?” you snort in response. “i don’t know, i told you i wasn’t ready for anything serious right now. you knew what you were getting into.”

you push off of her and sit up with a soft groan. her room is dark but you’re able to find the tee you wore when you came over. the girl reaches for your hand but you pull away.

“i’m going home for the weekend, if you want to come with.” she smiles when she sees one pull at your face first. “it’ll be fun, a couple days away to seattle? hm?”

you face the blonde, now propped up on her forearm, a tousled braid over her naked shoulder. you give in so easy. especially when her lips find yours.

angel: can someone feed alice for me this weekend?

dina: yea ofc

angel: thanks hon

ellie: why cant u? wya

angel: going out of town :)))

ellie: with?

dina: stop interrogating her babe

ellie: no no

ellie: angel who and where

angel: seattle

dina: with who

angel: werent u on my side????

ellie: BRO

ellie: NO CHANCE OMFG

dina: angel dont omf

angel: i didnt even say who??????????????

ellie: ur so guility

angel: and youre so illiterate “guility”

dina: so defensive holy shit

dina: omg u are going with her

angel: omfg get off my dick

ellie: u literally never listen dude

angel: says u

ellie: tf does that mean

angel: cat?

dina: angel wtf thats low

ellie: ykw

ellie: she literally has a new girl every weekend

ellie: you’re just another fwb girl and u know it

ellie: have fun in seattle.

angel: i will thx xoxo.

her dad is sweet, a surgeon as abby brags. you can tell they’re close. he is observant and does his best to make you comfortable. their home is cozy, fireplaces with incredibly old family photos on the mantle. her senior portraits are hung in the staircase. you learn a million and one things about her on the trip.

she loves blue. big hiker. could play board and card games all day. doesn’t love to smoke. she hasn’t changed her room since the 6th grade. they can make a mean chocolate chip cookie.

you learn one that stays in the front of your mind during breakfast, and lunch, and dinner, and the car ride home.

“this is all just casual right? you dont actually have feelings? okay good, as long as we’re on the same page.”

when you come home, ellie ignores you as she moves around cleaning the dinner mess in the kitchen. when dina asks how the trip was, you leave out one small part.

“it was great. we went on an amazing hike and her dad is so kind, i had a lot of fun.”

she offers dinner bur you kindly deny, saying you were tired from the drive and just needed sleep. she smiled and sent you off with a quick hug and an ‘i love you’.

you continue to see abby.

she’s softer and kinder after that weekend. she kisses gently and sweetly. she takes you out on dates. you call her name in the passenger seat of her truck in a field in the middle of nowhere. it’s different now.

you don’t tell dina or ellie.

abby’s name is brought up less when people gossip over who’s with who. you hear less of her rendezvous’ with other girls. less and less until it stops.

you ignore your feelings and enjoy the warmth of her while you still have the chance. her dad invites you back and you spend many weekends with the two, laughing and drinking wine on the couch. she sits behind you on the couch while you watch a cheesy rom-com, making fun of the cliches with you. many smiles shared and laughs sung.

your favorite sleep shirt stays at her place. her favorite hoodie is hung in your closet.

when you go out with her friends she drinks and teases you in front of them. your cheeks warm, you excuse yourself and she always finds you in the bathroom. an apology and kiss lead to more.

ellie slowly forgives you, you all hang out as friends again.

her dad says he thinks of you as his daughter.

abby says she thinks of you as a friend.

angel: we need to talk

abby: woah sounds serious lol

angel: yes it is to me

abby: yea, okay. ill be over tn?

angel: okay, lmk ill unlock the door.

abby: see u baby

angel: see u

abby knocks, she always does.

abby smiles and sits on the edge of your bed.

abby shakes her head when you start to talk.

you can’t do this anymore. “i’m done abby. we’re done.”

shes confused though, “what do you mean? i thought we have fun.”

and you do, shes not wrong. but you have fun as ‘friends’ and not lovers. you hold her as a friend. you kiss, and make love, and drink, and laugh, together, as friends.

“i told you i didn’t want a relationship!” she counters. abby stands and grabs your hands. “i wasn’t ready, you cant be mad at that.”

you smile and shake your head. “im not mad, im just over it. i want more. a label, a sense of security abby.” you sit and pull her down with you. “i dont want casual.”

when she leaves you finally open up to dina and ellie. they’re quiet, but its comfortable as you speak and they understand.

abby texts an apology that night and you react to it, a heart.

when she texts again you don’t answer.

‘ I HATE THAT I LET THIS DRAG ON SO LONG

NOW I HATE MYSELF ’

[acuar-io]

Dropping a little lore on these three, I may have made it messy on purpose bc I refuse to make izara and Sephtis have drama within their relationship 💀💀💀

So Fatima & Cypress are siblings! Fatima is a year older than her brother.

Fatima is dating Pierce (guy in the middle) their relationship is a bit dramatic, they have petty arguments and they’re on and off. She met him when she tagged along with Cypress to a band practice, just for fun! First glance at Pierce and she was head over heels. She told this to Cypress and he was shocked. Not because his sister had fallen for his friend, but because he’s been in love with Pierce since he’s met him. *AH YES, ONE SIDED LOVE!* The thing is, Pierce is a straight man (so he claims). Cypress being a good brother, set his sister and Pierce up.

It’s giving Angelica and Eliza Schuyler in love with Alexander Hamilton *cue satisfied*

Anyways, these two’s relationship is a rollercoaster they love the thrill of fighting over stupid shit ig 😭 at some point, Pierce and Fatima take a “break” and there was a time where Pierce called Cypress to talk (vent abt his relationship problems). They cracked a cold one together and Pierce vented away abt Fatima. Cypress was tired of their stupid fights and he was tired of their relationship period point blank, he wanted it to end FOR GOOD. He was fed up to the point where he right then and there confessed his feelings to his best friend and band mate of x amount of years.

So at this point, cypress realizes what he said and is like “fuck WTF did I just say” instant regret from the liquid courage. BUT ☝🏼 Pierce was like fr??? U like me??? 😳🧍mind u both of them had a couple of beers ok…so if it wasn’t obvious already, Pierce is gay and he’s been questioning his sexuality. The reason why he’s weary to just accept he likes men is because he’s so used to heteronormativity. ANYWAYSSSSS The alcohol is alcoholing in this moment, cypress embarrassed, red in the face, Pierce cups cypress’ face with his hands and kisses him 😳 there kiss deepened and it could of gone further until Pierce realizes he’s kissing his friend, band mate and gfs brother…Pierce wanting to pull away, cypress clings onto his jacket.

This obvs sent cypress over the moon, but the moment is stopped because PIERCE GETS A CALL, FROM HIS GF….AKA CYPRESS’ SISTER….asking if they could meet up to talk.

Their convo leads to them….dating again…..🧍but Pierce ends up cheating on her constantly because he & cypress and secretly hooking up behind her back!! 😁 I’m still trying to flesh out why and what caused Pierce and Fatima to continue to date so sorry if some stuff doesn’t make sense!!!

Thats all I have for them rn!!! I plan on doing edits with my OCs so stay tuned and tysm for whoever read this lore lol

[popppyfur]

Do you have any FanFiction recommendations?

if theres one thing i like more than yapping about something its recommending fics!!!!! yippee!!! much love to all the authors under this read more bc if im gonna recommend something by golly im gonna recommend a LOT

(all mostly poppy centric. bc. lets be real here, we all know im biased as fuck)

pleasee 🥺🥺🥺🥺 read 🥺🥺🥺 What's In a Nickname and How I wish We'd Be Together Forever - both such lovely fics based on art ive drawn and they never fail to put a big dumb smile on my face whenever i read them (and ive done it. a lot)

Burnt - if u ever wanted a fic where poppys put thru the fucking Wringer <3 it makes me feel. Feelings. (be warned for explicit chapters as well as the tags though! curate your experience responsibly!) (i also recommend going through the author's other works! she has a way of writing fics with such vastly different energy that i feel like some people would think its a different author for each and i mean that in a REALLY good way LMAO)

Fluffy Love - diabetes inducing. really puts the feral in feral trolls aus. but like. more in an animalistic way than something 'violent or wild'. it has courting! it has fluff! (so much fluff) what more can u want! (really good descriptions of the forest if thats ur type of jam. which is mine. which is why i loveit so much)

Best Leg Forward - viva :( please go give it a read if you havent. characterizes the viva i have in my head perfectly.

Little Gestures - RARE PARB MENTION. this one is short and sweet and makes me weep....

Dressing Room Woes - MORE PARB MENTION. i know Nothing about Little Shop of Horrors but i had a good time :)

(Don't) Follow Me - my bookmark line for this is jsut 'Oooooof ouchhhiueeee' and thats all u need to know

Brilliant Blue and Muted Magenta - THEEEEE BROPPY SWAP FIC EVER!!!!! also another good fic to recommend if u want poppy to Go Thru the Fucking Wringer. holds the title for the first ever trolls related type of media that Made Me Cry in Earnest! poppy angst juice chuggers do i have a fic to recommend for u!!!! please go read it if u havent. such a wonderful wonderful read

In Any Universe - mostly recommending this one for the first two chapters! its such a fun take on swap broppy in of itself! and the comments people left about it are super fun analyzations too!! and if you love broppy, then i highly recommend the other chapters (or the author's other works) too!

The Princess Poppy Prep Guide - rare peppy pov fic!!!! i love it when characters talk about someone (poppy) who is not there! and has really interesting headcanons about trolls from when only the first movie was out!

A Queen's Duties - pobby having doubts :)))) my favorite hehehhhe . but in less jokey words, this feels exaccccttlyyyy in line w the type of character poppy is. go give it a read!

Troll Tails - last (?) parb mention! CUTE AND GAY AS HELL. really really sweet! I DONT KNOW WHAT ELSE TO SAY JUST GO READ IT.

Dumb Ways to Break a Diamond - just pure humor and comedy. the fic w the most amount of movie-type writing/humor ive probably seen! its funneh :)

Reactions - if u like thinking about the pop trolls going thru the Horrors. read this. yay! yippee!

The Sky Has Finally Opened - this was a super fun read the first time but, after a few months, on the second read, it Tore My Chest Open and Snatched My Heart Right Out of it. oh my fucking god. otherwise though its really good :)

Cut From the Same Knife - viva and branch. one of the first fics i stumbled upon here! my own words wont do it justice so i highly recommend just giving it a read

The Week for the Weak - holllyyy shit i thought this got deleted and got So Scared. but anyway. this goes out to the popshock/voppy shippers out there. theres barely any fics of them but imo this is the best one, even if unfinished :') please give it some of ur love if this ship is ur jam. its so, so underrated and its written so in-tune with trollstopia's sense of humor.

ok thats all LMAO. finding poppy-centric fics is a rarity in itself but these are some of my fav fics ive read amongst em! please give them all ur love and kudos and comments <3

A Little Change - i regard this one as The Broppy Fic Ever. responsible for countless nights staying up til four am just reading thru Everything bc holy fucking shit does it grip you and never let go. also makes me think a lot about creek... oh creek... it ALSO has a healthy amount of snack pack in it. which i will always adore. i loved it very much :') and its easy to see why other people did too!

TDAU - uhm. I forgot to mention this one BECAUSE I FORGOT TO BOOKMARK IT RIP LOL. this fic was a damn rollercoaster. I really recommend reading it if you've familiarized urself w the cartoon shows, or not. Actually it'd be really funny if you read this before watching the tv shows. That'd be fucking hilarious. Anyways. This fic beat me up in a dark alleyway stole all my money and spat on me. In a good way. Laughed myself sick during judge poppy and whenever I rewatch the eps where she shows up I will never feel the same. Haunted me for like three days straight after reading. Amen.

for a bit of shameful self-promotion (boo me off the stage and throw tomatoes) here's some of my attempts at writing too!

relapse - uuuuuhhh poppy n branch have an argument. kinda

an unknown sentiment - royal pop fam drabble fic collection! mostly poppy tho

caring and all its facets - broppy but also not really? IDK WHAT ELSE TO SAY LOL

[ppumeonae-bigvibe]

did you know they were dating?

↖ navigation: seventeen masterlist || main masterlist

pairing: club pres! mingyu x vice pres! reader

↬ tags: nonsense fighting which i pulled out of thin air, this time ft the hiphop unit, i saw this trope about lovers who fake hate each other on the outside but love each other deeply on the inside and i was like "wow thats kinda cute", quite wholesome towards the end-ish, hinted jokes

summary: you and mingyu's relationship in the eyes of your friends

word count: 1.1k words

seungcheol: "I KNEW IT. i just knew that the amount of tension bouncing off each other would have brought them closer together."

"i literally just came and they're already going at it? great, just great." seungcheol enters the room, shaking his head. he haphazardly dumps his bag at the back of the club room, joining vernon and wonwoo who were observing the entire fight go down.

there you stood with your arms akimbo, glaring right back at an equally emotionally-charged mingyu, who wasn't going to back down in this argument.

"i don't get why our members should following your steps! you're making them do extra when they can simply refer to my method which concisely explains how to go about planning events such as this." you tapped the whiteboard repeatedly to prove your point.

he makes a show of carding his hand through his dark brown locks, "this is how i was taught from our advisors, going the longer way is tedious but this evokes discipline from our future members. don't you see that?"

"um...actually" wonwoo cautiously raises his hand up and the two of you (almost comically) stared at the bespectacled boy, simultaneously hollering, "not now wonwoo!" seungcheol casts his gaze over to the two of you, almost neck to neck as you both breathed down each others throat.

a moment of realization hits him and seungcheol made a face, "i'm going to stand outside. call me when this shitshow is over."

----

wonwoo: "wait...they're dating? uhhhm. good for them i guess?"

wonwoo sighs unhappily, having been caught in the middle of crossfire. he feels his attention waning, homework long forgotten. the classroom has been vacated of everyone, except for the three of you who stayed back to revise a little more.

"wonwoo, can you tell mingyu that he's being the unreasonable one?" you leaned over, wagging your finger. mingyu gasped exasperatedly, "wonwoo, you tell that bugger to shut it!"

wonwoo felt himself get jostled by the bigger male and he huffs, "you two quit it! it's just a minor issue!" silence blanketed the three of you and wonwwo stiffens in his seat.

did he touch a nerve?

"you. outside. right now." you abruptly get up from your seat and spun on your heels, not turning back to look once. wonwoo gulps, "wait, i didn't mean..."

"don't worry about it." mingyu rolls his shoulder back a couple of times and wonwoo stands up in attempt to break off the fight, "mingyu-yah, maybe you should calm down--"

mingyu shoots him a look and wonwoo immediately zips it, sitting back down in defeat.

what did he get himself into?

----

vernon: "i had a hunch, but this just confirms everything. thing is, why would they choose to fight to show they love each other? that's...so weird."

vernon exits the toilet, the corner of his eyes attracted to the scene unfolding right outside the clubroom. mingyu was talking with you (nothing unusual), only for the fact that his hands were grasping yours while you had your head inclined forwards, avoiding him. vernon couldn't make out the conversation, but judging from the looks of things it wasn't going well.

"what kinda fight is that...did it have to get so personal..." vernon mumbled, still hovering by the restrooms so he didn't need to awkwardly go through the two of you to enter the clubroom.

he continues observing mingyu, who was leaning closer to you by the second and you huffed, shoulders moving animatedly with whatever conversation that had you so worked up. vernon nearly gasped out loud when he witness mingyu pulling you in for a hug; vernon desperately rubbed his eyes again to make sure they weren't playing tricks on him.

with sweaty palms, he pulls out his phone to hurriedly snap a picture, no doubt to send it to the group chat that didn't have the two of you inside. the sound of the camera shutter seemed to get your attention because just when you jerked your head towards his direction, vernon ducked down and out of sight.

he vaguely hears you murmuring, mingyu's baritone voice lilting in the quiet along the hallways. vernon remained motionless with bated breath, waiting for you two to walk away from where he was.

"that's right, just keep walking...walk away from me, please, please...!"

as soon as he couldn't distinguish anymore sound coming from you two, he makes a run for the clubroom, bursting through the door.

"guys! you won't believe what i just witnessed!!"

----

mingyu: "i think...our bantering has gone a little too far." you: "a little? you fight with me every opportunity you get!" mingyu: "am not?!"

"did you really have to pull that stunt in front of our juniors?" you chuckled lightly and mingyu delights in the way you were slightly bumping shoulders with him as you two stroll leisurely out of school.

"i mean, all banter aside, i love you. you know that right?" mingyu refutes back, an age-old statement that never fails to worm its way into your heart. he repeats it once more, earning him a giggle from you.

you rolled your eyes, reaching up to ruffle his hair playfully, "i know that. say, maybe if you showed your loving side to me, then people would take you more seriously."

"you really think so? i think our fellow members get a kick out of us bickering. i bet they keep tabs on us too." you hummed at mingyu's statement.

"nah, i like it when you get up close and personal with me." mingyu finally concludes, adding on, "i love it more when you're feisty, you know?" he exaggeratedly pouts his lips, making kissy faces as you mock-disgustedly push him away.

"YOU'RE NASTY KIM MINGYU!"

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[eatmyassssssssz]

Bestie

Bestie

Bestie

How do you think the 141 boys + könig dicks look like? And how big and thick they are. Please please please

Asking for a friend

No I'm not I'm asking for me cause I'm a hoe

lilsy poopoo face. of course i will do this for you. SO.

onto the lads.

okay, so, warning for all you anons out there that keep on telling me i should die for writing smut.

warnings: peni (plural for penis'), detail, a lot of it.

SIMON. 'ghost'. RILEY.

🏷🏷🏷🏷🏷🏷🏷🏷🏷🏷🏷🏷

🍁 show-er or grower?

i believe good ol si is a grower. every single inch is used to it full potential though, don't you worry...

🍂cut or uncut?

uncut but would prefer to be cut but obviously is too late for that.

🌺 girth

the normal amount. i mean, the average is about 4.6cm in the uk, i think si has about 5.2cm. a little over but not by a stupid amount.

🌷 width

i honestly don't think hes packing as much as a horse as people say! i mean, it just don't make sense for this guy to be shclingin round a 12 incher like yall are sayin. i think its more 6.3 inches. the average is 5.7 (ish) so hes still packin more than average! thats when hes fully hard, his flaccid is about 4.7 inches.

🏷 extras:

i feel like hes had a piercing down there at least at one time. up to you if you want him still to have it, but i think he had, at one time, a jacobs ladder.

JOHNNY 'SOAP' MACTAVISH

🧼🧼🧼🧼🧼🧼🧼🧼🧼🧼🧼🧼

🍁 show-er or grower?

show-er. i just..hes definitely a show-er, no one can change my mind.

🍂 cut or uncut?

cut. no doubt about it.

🌺 girth

normal girth, I'd say. about 4.6 inches. nothing special doesn't mean hes not special in bed.

🌷 width

now..i widly disagree with yall saying that soap's average. i think he's packing quite a bit. 7.3 inches.

🧼 extras:

he cums a LOT. like, a weird amount.

JOHN PRICE

🚬🎀🚬🎀🚬🎀🚬🎀🚬🎀🚬🎀

🍁 shower or grower?

grower. most. fucking. definitely.

🍂 uncut or cut?

people may disagree with me on this, but i think uncut. he vastly prefers it that way as well.

🌺 girth

HOLY FUCK HES A PUSSY STRETCHER. like, worryingly thick dick disorder. 5.9 inches.

🌷 width

nothing outside the norm, particularly. i mean, its just unfair to be very thick AND long...anyways, i dont care, price is shlingin it. 5.9 at least. 4.5 flaccid.

💰 extras: his cum is STICKY. very sticky.

KYLE 'GAZ' GARRICK

🚁🚁🚁🚁🚁🚁🚁🚁🚁🚁🚁🚁

im sorry i had to use the helicopters..

🍁 show-er or grower?

middle area. right inbetween.

🍂 uncut or cut?

cut. doesnt really like it though. much would prefer to be uncut but oh well, he works with it.

🌺 girth

not overtly girthy. 4.3. he makes up for it with his technique, ect.

🌷 width

hmmm a straight sixer. 6.0 inches. the perfect amount.

🚁 extras:

he had a happy trail but shaved it when he got with you. hes slowly growing it back as you begged and begged.

KÖNIG

👕👕👕👕👕👕👕👕👕👕👕👕

his eyes are so pretty.

🍁 grow-er or shower?

hes just generally big.

🍂 cut or uncut?

i think uncut.

🌺 girth

hes a big lad, everythings a bit bigger. 5.7.

🌷 width

again, because he's 6'10, everythings a bit sized up. 6.8 inches!!

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@lillianastuff @lucyisdoingfine @madamemelancholysstuff @mionacaped @a-small-writer-in-a-big-world @ashiscool10 @vangoghcoffeeco @southernbluebellereader

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𝘌𝘢𝘵𝘦𝘯 𝘰𝘶𝘵 ♡ 𐐪𐑂 °

here is a late christmas present. uhm ngl i was half alive writing this so if it doesnt make sense im sorry ㅠㅠ uhmm! yeah i tried smth new with the whole getting eaten out and fingering shit saurr bare with me 😭 idk if i wanna do vampire!txt or some soobie smut next rahh. i'll figure it out. MDNI!! NSFW content below ╰┈➤ hard dom (?) hyuka x fem!reader, hair tugging, getting eaten out-ovbi, fingering (bc i have an obsession), hints at over stimulation, begging, edging, not proof read, i think thats it, lmk if i missed anything

You gripped Hyuka’s hair as he made laps on your cunt. His perfect nose, stimulating your clit in ways you couldn't do yourself. You legs shook as you felt another orgasm make its way. You whine softly, pulling his hair more. Once you did so, Hyuka pulled his head back. “Baby, i told you to stop pulling my hair.” His voice echoed through the heated room as you huffed slightly. Great. Its been the third time Kai has done this to you. Its not your fault you cant keep your hands to yourself. You took your legs off of your boyfriend’s shoulders with a small click of your tongue. Kai continued to hold your legs up, admiring the mess he has made out of you.

You let out a sigh opening you mouth to counter back only for strings of curses to come right out. Hyuka harshly pumped his fingers in and out of your swollen cunt as you cried out. Your body shook slightly as you bit your lower lip, trying to stifle those angelic sounds “Let it out baby or i’ll stop.” Kai spat out softly, His hands started to slow down so you quickly spoke, brows pinched up slightly. “No- no please dont- mmph, dont stop.” You mumbled. A small smirk appeared on Hyuka's lips. It was strange how deceiving he was. Its like he has two different sides. He is so sweet, affectionate with you when he is around others. Going as far to play with your clothes, even pepper small kisses on your neck. But when he is the one begging you to go home with him because he got hard and needs you to satisfy him, he just completely switches up! Manhandling you, turning and throwing you around when he wants. Holding your arm up when he fucks you senseless.

The pace of Kai’s fingers only went quicker the louder you moaned. Your back arched as you jumbled your words of  “right there” “so good” and “gonna cum” along with a bunch of curses. You moved your body back slightly but Hyuka quickly pulled you back onto his fingers. “ ‘s too much baby-” You grunted softly, squeezing your eyes shut as he went at an unforgiving pace. You could barely even speak at this point with the amount of pleasure and overstimulation literally ruining you. Kai didnt respond to your words as he abused your cunt. You went from cursing to begging him to let you cum just once more like you didnt cum a few moments ago. And finally, he agreed. You slowly came down from your high as you chested heaved in and out heavily. Your shirt lifted right about your breasts from Kai’s earlier teasing. Suddenly, you felt a warm tongue clean you up at your core. You slowly shook your head with a slight furrow to your brows, giving Kai a playful glare. “Mm? It was only prep anyways baby! We haven't even started yet.” Kai chuckled softly, lifting his head from in between your legs, flashing his iconic smile.

Were you tired? Hell yes, but where you gonna stop him from making you feel so right? Nuh uh. He needed you so bad, and he knows you need him too. ૮₍˶ •. • ⑅₎ა

a/n: this was inspired by the answer the one and only @dearlyjun (sorry for the tag 😭) gave me when i sent her an ask a bit ago so hope yall like it 💞