#which to be fair i don’t think they will

[okaylikeschaewon]

Chapter 10: Choices

~6k words, male reader, smut

“I can’t do this.”

“Can’t do what?” Sakura yawned, rubbing her eyes.

“Kkura I’m fucking scared.”

She took one proper look at you and that was enough to let the drowsiness instantly fade from her face. The fact that it was the break of dawn and that she had just rolled out of bed a moment earlier seemingly no longer mattered. Shrugging her shoulders to protect herself from the cold, Sakura shut the door behind her and stepped out into the crisp morning air, pulling her robe tight around her body.

“What happened?” she asked softly, her beautiful, round eyes widened. Her expression was warm, despite the chilly morning air.

“What if she doesn’t take it well?” you asked, your breath catching in the cold and your teeth clattering.

“Let’s slow down for a second,” Sakura began shivering. “But first, can we go inside? It’s freezing out here.”

“Uh…”

“Oh, right,” Sakura frowned. “Car?”

“That works,” you agreed, turning around and leading Sakura towards where you parked.

Sakura got into the passenger seat as you turned on the car.

“Much better,” Sakura shivered, holding her hands up to the vents as you started blasting the heat. “Alright, now do you want to explain what you’re talking about?”

“I slept on it, like you said,” you began anxiously. “I can’t shake my head around… I can’t stop thinking about her.”

Sakura sighed, her eyes shimmering with compassion. Her gaze was soft and understanding, radiating a soothing energy that promised there would be no judgment on her end.

“You’re going to need to clarify who you’re talking about.”

“Sorry. It’s Zuha. I can’t get that girl out of my head. I swear ever since she confessed, I’ve felt something inside me that I just haven’t been able to shake.”

“Then I guess you have your answer.”

“Isn’t it fucked up though?” you raised your voice unintentionally, nearly shouting at the girl without even realizing it. “Sorry, I just mean like, for Chaewon, I feel awful. I still really love her, I think, but I think I also have feelings for Kazuha? I don’t know, nothing makes sense to me anymore, what am I supposed to do?”

“I’m not here to tell you what’s right and wrong,” Sakura replied calmly. “I love both of those girls with all of my heart.” 

“And I still have a lot of love for both of them.”

“But you can’t see both of them romantically,” Sakura smiled gently. “There’s no real nice way to put it, you have to pick one.”

“It just feels wrong,” you let out an exasperated sigh. “Why can’t I just have them both?”

“It’s one thing to sleep with both of them, but it’s another to have feelings for both,” Sakura chuckled. “Unfortunately, I don’t think it would be fair to either girl if you tried keeping both.”

It sucked to hear, even if for just a moment you tried to trick yourself into thinking it would be possible. “You’re right, I know, it just blows.”

“And I’m not telling you which one you should pick, that’s your decision,” Sakura continued. “Lucky you, by the way, in the grand scheme of things there are worse choices to be left with.”

“I know, I’m making my own life difficult.”

“I’m not saying it’s an easy choice.”

“But I have to make it.”

“Yeah, you do,” Sakura pursed her lips as her expression bled empathy. “They both really like you, more than you probably know.”

“That doesn’t make it easier.”

“My bad,” Sakura chuckled before her expression turned more serious. “If it makes you feel better, I know better than anyone that you’ll do right by Chaewon even if you decide to move onto Kazuha.”

Better than anyone. Something about that comment didn’t exactly sit right with you, and immediately you figured something was wrong.

“Sakura?” you gave her a look of confusion as you fixated on that one line.

“I’m fine,” her voice cracked as she quickly turned away from you to look out the passenger side window.

“I… are you…” your voice trailed off, and it was like there was a rock in your throat. All of a sudden you couldn’t speak, you felt like you couldn’t breathe. You reached out for Sakura’s shoulder with your hand.

“I said I’m fine,” she repeated firmly, pulling her shoulder away from your touch, still staring out the window. “Just… give me a second, please.”

“Sure, let me know,” you leaned back slowly.

This couldn’t be much further from what you expected the conversation would be like. It all happened too fast, you were still trying to comprehend how it turned into this. You kept your gaze fixated on Sakura’s back, confused and worried about her, forgetting about your own dilemma for the moment.

She brought one of her hands up to her face, presumably wiping her eyes with the cuff of her robe, followed by a couple of silent sobs. Her body trembled just enough for you to notice, as if she was still outside in the cold, but the car was as warm as it could be. She let out one final sniffle, shrugging her shoulders as she took a deep breath and turned back to face you.

“Sorry about that,” she stated, her beautiful round eyes stained scarlet. “As I was saying-”

“Sakura,” you cut in, barely hearing your own voice over your thumping heart. “Are you okay?”

A shaky exhale escaped her lips as her brow furrowed. Her lip began to tremble, and her eyelids began blinking rapidly. She nodded, unable to find her voice.

“Do you want to talk about it?”

“Talk about what?” Sakura laughed as a couple of tears flew down her face. “About how pathetic I am? How it takes one mention of our past to send me down a fucking rabbit hole all night?”

“What are you talking about? You’re not pathetic-”

“Aren’t I?” she shouted, her voice unstable and shaky, each syllable wavering and threatening collapse. “I bet you didn’t think about it at all after we stopped talking last night.”

“Of course I did,” you responded unconvincingly, fully aware that she knew you were lying.

“Yeah? Did you also spend all night looking at pictures? Pictures that I refused to delete? Even though I told myself I would?” Sakura snapped back. “That’s what I thought.”

It was tough to hear and you were admittedly at a loss for words, staring at Sakura as she was on the verge of fresh tears. It hurt so unbelievably bad to see her like this. You’ve known this girl for years and seeing her in this state was a rare occurrence, but it was so fucking difficult whenever it happened. You hated it. You hated every second of what was happening in this car.

“I’m fine,” Sakura choked, still struggling to get the words out. “Being reminded last night just really had me thinking about those days.”

“I’m sorry-”

“It took me a really long time to forgive you,” Sakura confessed, ignoring your apology. “Like, a really fucking long time.”

“I had no idea-”

“I once told Zuha I was going to murder you in your sleep.”

“Oh,” you raised your eyebrows. “Understandable, very reasonable.”

“Don’t patronize me,” Sakura scoffed. “What you did was… honestly it’s been long enough, I’m going to say it. What you did was fucked up.”

“Excuse me? We both agreed to end things when we ended them,” you finally found your voice and defended yourself. “How can you put all the blame on me like that?”

“You’re right, we both agreed,” Sakura retaliated with her voice full of rage. “I’m talking about the reason you gave and what you did right after.”

“You mean-”

“Yes you fucking asshole,” Sakura interjected. “Do you have any idea how much that hurt me? And it’s not like she knew a thing, I made sure to never tell her, because it wasn’t her fault, she didn’t deserve to have that in her mind.”

“I didn’t plan for things to happen the way they did, you know this. It just… things just happened the way they did, no one could have seen it coming.”

“I. Fucking. Know,” Sakura sighed with exasperation, frustratingly agreeing as if she knew she had no other option. “Of course I fucking know, I’m the one who basically…” she sighed deeper with heavy pent up frustration behind her before adding in a nearly-silent whisper. “But it still really hurt.”

“I’m really sorry Kkura, I-”

“Never thought about it? Had no idea? Why would you? You had a pretty girl obsessed with you while all I had was fucking nothing, nothing but the pleasure of watching you replace me in less than… however long it was. I don’t even give a fuck about that part, it’s just the reason you gave me.”

She was right, to a degree. It’s not that you hadn’t thought about it, but you clearly did not realize how much you put her through, or perhaps you were just too much of a dickhead to care. She deserved better, and it took you far too long to realize this, you hurt the girl who was there for you far more than you ever could have known.

“Kkura-”

“Alright, fine, maybe I did care about that part as well, maybe I felt like what we had wasn’t very special if you could replace me that quickly. I don’t know, but I could have overlooked it,” Sakura kept going, not letting you get a word in. “Really it’s probably my fault, I could have said no when you asked me that night, I could have just ignored your text, never set you up on that date.”

“That’s not fair at all, no one could have ever predicted that night to turn into what it did. Chaewon wasn’t even in the picture at that point. It wasn’t even supposed to be her, you know this, things just kinda fell into place after.���

“Obviously I do, I set it up,” Sakura snapped at you. “And we both know damn well how I don’t have it in me to ignore you like that, but I probably should have.”

“Sakura, I know I hurt you,” you began as you chose your next words carefully. “But you know my first date with Chaewon was before the announcement, right? I had no idea she was going to debut again, she didn’t tell me until way later.”

“Even if you knew, it wouldn’t have changed anything.”

“Maybe, maybe not, but it still matters,” you replied softly. “The reason I gave you was genuine, and I don’t think I would have gone forward with Chaewon had I known about the group. You believe me, right?”

She paused for a moment to think about what you said. “Yeah, I do, and honestly I don’t really blame you, I know I don’t,” Sakura replied, her voice losing the anger and being replaced with a touch of dejection - one that stung much more than when she was yelling at you. “I get it, I saw the way you looked at her. It was clear as day you were madly in love with her, and you two were just so perfect together.”

“That must have made it even harder on you,” you muttered, your vision starting to blur. “I’m so fucking sorry.”

“Don’t apologize,” Sakura replied bluntly. “How could I be upset? Chaewon was happier than I had ever seen her. I was happy for her. Of course I was. It’s not her fault.”

Words once again escaped your brain.

“As mad as I was, I was also secretly happy for you as well,” Sakura confessed with a smile stained with melancholy. “It may sound stupid, but even though we didn’t work out, deep down I still wanted to see you happy. Oh, who am I fucking kidding, it wasn’t that deep down. I wanted you to be happy, even when you hurt me. Pathetic as fuck, right?”

“And I also want to see you happy, does that make me pathetic too?” you replied, wiping your eyes with the back of your hands. “I hope you know I really mean that, I’m not just saying that to make you feel better. And my reason wasn’t bullshit, I swear I really felt that way, I just wasn’t expecting that whole thing to unfold the way it did.”

“I know, I don’t think either of us expected it, I didn’t even know it was an option,” Sakura mumbled quietly under her breath. “I promise I never held it against Chaewon.”

“Just against me.”

“Only at the start,” Sakura laughed softly as the tears finally spilled. “You know how I said I know you’d do right by Chaewon? Yeah, as much as you hurt me, there’s a reason I didn’t actually murder you in your sleep.”

“I never wanted to hurt you.”

“I know, but sometimes things happen,” Sakura smiled faintly, her eyes glistening as she fought the losing battle against the wave of emotion threatening to break through. “Seeing how happy you made Chaewon made it a lot easier for me to forgive you.”

Just like that, tears also began flowing down your face in a way you couldn’t control.

“That… wasn’t supposed to be…” Sakura stammered quickly.

“Sakura I’m so-” you choked up before finishing your thought.

“It’s okay,” Sakura whispered, leaning over and wrapping you up in her arms. “I promise it’s okay. I’m here with you.”

It took you a few moments - squeezing Sakura tenderly - before you were able to compose yourself again. You let go of her slowly and another wave of warmth shot through your body when you saw her face tear-soaked.

“It’s all behind us now,” Sakura said softly. “Just like I was able to forgive you, I’m confident Chaewon will, too.”

“Does that mean you think she’ll be mad at me?”

“No! I didn’t mean it like that,” Sakura quickly backtracked. “This situation is different.”

“Isn’t this one worse?” you asked nervously. “Fuck, Sakura I don’t know anymore, maybe this is all a mistake.”

“I don’t think you should doubt yourself, just listen to what your heart’s telling you. It’s also kinda too late to back out now, think about Zuha.”

“You really think so?”

“I don’t see a better option, but it’s definitely complicated,” Sakura replied nervously. “Just be thoughtful when it’s time to tell Chaewon, if you’re mean to her, maybe I will have to murder you in your sleep.”

“Then let’s hope it doesn’t come to that,” you half-smiled. “But let’s be honest, we both know I could never hurt that girl on purpose, ever.”

“You probably thought that about… actually let’s not go there again,” Sakura returned your smile half-heartedly. “I’m sure it won’t be that bad.”

“I really hope you’re right.”

“Fingers crossed,” Sakura chuckled, wiping her face clean as she opened the door.

The two of you stepped into the brisk air once more. You walked around your car to Sakura who was waiting for you. Without speaking a single word, the two of you embraced in a tight hug, properly this time.

“Thank you,” you mumbled into her shoulder, the coldness of the morning being completely replaced by the warmth of Sakura’s hug.

“Good luck with everything, I’m always here for you if I can help with anything,” Sakura whispered back before letting go of you and shooting you a nervous glance. “When do you plan on talking to them?”

The talk with Sakura ended up creeping just a bit of doubt into your decision, but your mind was still set. You knew, as much as you didn’t want to do it, this conversation had to happen at some point soon because the longer you waited the worse it would become. With that in mind, you returned Sakura’s nervous expression with a look of determination.

“Right now.”

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“Hey,” you whispered, peeking your head through the door to see if she was awake.

“Oh! I thought it was Kkura,” Kazuha blurted out as she looked up from her phone. “What are you doing here so early?”

“I came to see you, actually,” you answered while opening the door a bit more. “Mind if I come in?”

“Oh, uh, yeah of course,” she replied, sitting up in her bed and putting her phone aside. “Come, sit. What’s up?”

“I wanted to talk to you.”

Kazuha raised an eyebrow at you as if you were an idiot. “I pieced together that much,” she giggled softly. “Did you not sleep well? Your eyes are a bit red.”

“Oh no that’s just-”

“You don’t have pinkeye do you?” Kazuha leaned back away from you. “I really don’t want to wear an eye patch, not during promos.”

“No, Zuha, it’s not pinkeye,” you smiled meekly.

“Okay good!” she giggled again, leaning back in and cuddling up next to you before quickly pulling away in fear. “Uh, sorry, that was… I probably shouldn’t do stuff like that right now with the whole… sorry…”

“That’s actually what I wanted to talk to you about,” you scooted closer to her as her face turned a shade light pink. “Forget everything else for a moment, because things are a bit complicated, but just listen to me. I like you, Zuha. A lot.”

“Oh,” Kazuha blushed even harder. “T-Thank you? I also like you, a lot.”

“I want to make you my girlfriend.”

“What?” Kazuha began blinking rapidly as if she couldn’t believe her ears. “But what about-”

“I told you, please just for a moment forget everything else, we’ll figure that stuff out,” you cut her off. “Just tell me, would you like that?”

Kazuha pondered your words. Unknown to you, her heart was beating harder than it ever has before. “I… I would…” she muttered before smiling brightly at you with her eyes twinkling. “Yes, I would.”

Just like that, you knew you made the correct choice. The way she looked at you, the way you felt right now, everything was perfect. You wanted nothing more in life than this girl sitting next to you, that precious smile and those pure eyes. Your insides were burning up in a warmth of comfort and love that you didn’t know you felt towards this girl, all of a sudden it just came rushing in. That gnawing sensation you’ve had inside you ever since her confession, it finally made sense.

Unfortunately, the feeling only lasted for a fleeting moment before reality came crashing in and Chaewon popped into your mind again.

“What’s wrong?” Kazuha looked concerned as she immediately noticed your shift. She pulled you into her arms, just like Sakura did earlier. “I guess we need to address the elephant in the room.”

“How am I supposed to tell her?” you whispered, pulling away from Kazuha slowly. “I want this, I really do, but I don’t want to hurt Chaewon.”

“And I don’t either,” Kazuha agreed as worry filled her expression. “Should we talk to her together?”

“You think that’s better? It’s a bit of a unique situation, I don’t really know what to do.”

“I don’t either,” Kazuha smiled softly. “You’d be my first relationship, remember?”

“I guess we’ll be traversing some uncharted territory together,” you smiled back at her before leaning in.

Without thinking, you kissed her. As soon as your lips touched, you froze, regretting and realizing this probably wasn’t the right time - but then you felt Kazuha kiss back. You let her take control as she ended up on top of you, her lips pressed softly against yours.

“Zuha,” you whispered into her mouth.

“You asked me to forget everything else, just for a moment,” she whispered back before kissing you again. “Can we really forget it all, please?”

“You mean?”

“Yes,” she gasped as she sat up and began taking off her shorts. “Can we?”

Your mind went a bit hazy as you thought back to the other night. The memories of how good Kazuha felt flooded into your brain.

“Fuck it,” you also began lowering your pants before you flipped Kazuha onto her back and spread her legs.

“Is this wrong?” she asked, looking up at you with her hair framing her face as if she was some sort of angel laying there beneath you.

“Probably,” you shrugged as you pulled her underwear to the side. “We could stop, we don’t have to do this right now.”

“No!” her voice cracked, immediately followed by an intense red glow of her cheeks. “I just mean… uh…”

“Don’t explain, I understand,” you smiled down at her as you lined yourself up. “Whatever happens in this room this morning, it’s between us and only us, let’s agree to put everything else on pause, alright?”

“I’d like that,” Kazuha nodded at you before spreading her legs a bit wider. “Go slow?”

“Let me know,” you whispered back as you pressed yourself forward carefully. You leaned in close, slipped your hands under Kazuha’s body, and pressed your mouth to her neck, kissing it softly as she flexed her body. “Try to relax, if you can.”

“It’s really fucking tight,” Kazuha whispered, arching her back.

“Should I stop?”

Kazuha hesitated, taking a couple deep breaths before speaking. “No, not yet, just… just slowly…”

“Okay,” you moved up a bit and began lifting Kazuha’s shirt up.

She helped you take it off, exposing her perky tits, letting a sweet moan escape her lips as you pressed your mouth to her chest.

“Oh that’s nice,” she whispered as you started moving your hips. “Good, but still really tight.”

“Hold on,” you moved your hips back and pulled out. “How about we slow down even more?”

Kazuha bit her lip. “I’m sorry, for some reason I’m more nervous this time.”

“It’s okay,” you smiled reassuringly while bringing your fingers between her legs. With delicate and deliberate movements, you tried your best to ease her nerves, slowly pressing where she was most sensitive. “We can take our time, or we can try again another time, it’s up to you.”

“How about a different position?” Kazuha suggested as she pressed her fingers down on top of yours and pressed them down a bit harder. “But this feels nice.”

“Yeah? Should we just keep doing this?” you asked before leaning into her again and kissing her collarbone.

“This feels really nice,” Kazuha moaned softly as she pressed her fingers even harder, guiding your hand around her pussy.

Your fingers began sliding easier as time passed. The gentle sound of wetness, accompanied by Kazuha’s eyes shutting and her features softening, put you into a state of ease. It was working, and you didn’t want to stop. You had her entire body relaxing, you could almost see each and every fiber of Kazuha’s toned muscles relax.

She began moaning in a musical-like tone, one that screamed class and innocence with just a touch of naughty. It fit her so well, that pretty - unbelievably pretty - face. Even as she scrunched up her expression, she just looked so fucking pretty. You could stare at her all day.

While this was going on, the pressure building up in your cock was becoming too much. You couldn’t help but start stroking yourself to the view, trying to relax your own body as Kazuha began squirming beneath your fingers. It took a lot of self control, you knew that you could finish in just moments if you let yourself go, but right now you were more concerned with how Kazuha felt.

“You’re so beautiful,” you muttered softly under your breath as Kazuha’s body began trembling. He moans crescendoed, that beautiful voice of hers piercing your ears, but despite the increase in pitch, she stayed quiet. Elegant, in a way, even as she started cumming on your fingers, the epitome of grace and tenderness.

“I want it,” Kazuha moaned, fluttering her eyes open as she let go of your hand.

“What were you thinking? You wanna try being on top again?”

“No,” Kazuha smiled before pulling you closer. “Just like this, I want to see you, to kiss you. Is that fine?”

“Absolutely,” you gasped as Kazuha spread her legs a bit wider for you and took hold of your cock. She gave you a couple of soft strokes before rubbing her thumb against your tip, pressing against the little glob of precum. “That sounds perfect.”

With your cock in hand, you slid forward between her legs, pressing your tip against her entrance.

“Come on,” Kazuha replied while spreading herself even more, showing off her flexibility. “I need this.”

“So do I,” you muttered as you eased your cock into her pussy.

This time was a million times better than last time. She was still perfectly tight, but her pussy accepted your cock beautifully. The warmth and snugness hugged your cock like a blanket, bringing you unmatched comfort and sensation. She had the most ideal pussy.

She was like a flower, her soft and delicate curves moist to your touch. There was this warmth, this allure, that kept you captivated. You were entranced by Kazuha’s body, so much so that you felt this irresistible urge of greediness within you.

As carefully as you could, you grabbed Kazuha’s neck from behind and began kissing her deeply. Once you started, you pressed your thumb against her clit, making little circles along her skin. Your tongue slipped past her lips, gently intertwining and mixing against hers, while you worked her entire body.

“You feel so good,” you whispered as you leaned away from the kiss.

“Give it to me,” Kazuha pleaded with her eyes wide. “Please.”

So you picked up the tempo, pushing your hips harder, pressing your cock deeper. You slowly broke down that layer of delicateness that you viewed Kazuha through - her expression was basically begging for it. The more you fucked Kazuha, the harder you went, and the better it felt.

At this point, your thrusts had lost almost all degrees of tenderness, and both your hands had found their way to Kazuha’s hips. She took it well, bracing herself as you pressed your fingers into her skin and slammed your cock against her pussy. She showed no signs of anything other than raw pleasure as she took your cock over and over.

If she felt good, you felt fucking amazing. You lightened the grip you had on her hips as you slowed down your thrusting. This wasn’t a moment you wanted to rush, but you could only slow down so much - your body wouldn’t let you stop completely, it was out of your control. Still, you made do, sliding your hands up Kazuha’s body and giving her tits a few little squeezes. Her body was fucking amazing.

It didn’t take long for you to realize that you were too close to hold back. Despite your best efforts, it was already too late, so you took hold of Kazuha’s hips once more, pushing down on Kazuha’s body and shoving your cock into her as hard and fast as you could. Kazuha’s moans filled your ears as she shut her eyes and arched her back beneath you.

She looked so fucking good right now, even as your vision was going blurry. You held on for just a bit longer, fighting back any fatigue as your cock throbbed harder than ever. Her warm pussy felt better than heaven in this moment, and with a couple of final thrusts and grunts, you began launching your cum deep inside her pussy.

“Zuha,” you grunted a final time as your body gave up, collapsing onto her.

The next few moments had you in a trance as you let your cock pulse inside Kazuha’s warmth as she wrapped her arms around your body, rubbing your back softly.

“You feel so good,” Kazuha whispered against your ear. “Oh fuck, you feel so damn good, cum for me, fill me up.”

Such gentle words when delivered through her voice, but she was driving you insane right now. You almost felt paralyzed inside her as your cock just kept on spilling cum again and again, the pulsing felt like it went forever. It took so much strength for you to finally, carefully ease yourself out of Kazuha’s body. Even lifting yourself up off her was a task.

“Fuck, that’s a lot,” you mumbled as you pulled out, leaving your cum spilling between Kazuha’s legs as you reached for some tissues. “One second.”

“Wow,” Kazuha muttered as she gently rubbed herself, spreading your cum around, playing with it between her fingers. “That was something.”

“Something good or something not good?” you asked as you sat back down on the bed next to her.

“Something amazing,” Kazuha smiled softly. “But also a bit inappropriate.”

“If it makes you feel better, Chaewon technically wanted me to do this,” you carefully wiped her inner thighs clean before tossing the tissues away. “Although it still feels a bit wrong.”

“Oh,” Kazuha turned her head away from you.

“Not you, that felt amazing,” you quickly pulled her into your arms for a hug before grabbing her by both shoulders and staring tenderly into her eyes. “Zuha, let there be no confusion, that was fucking perfect.”

“Right, sorry, I guess I’m still just a bit…” her voice tapered off as she looked up at you and gave you a weak smile.

“You’re. Perfect. And. Amazing,” you whispered, kissing her neck between each word. “It’s totally natural to be a bit-”

“Sensitive?” Kazuha finished your sentence. “Because I am, I’ll admit it.”

“And that’s completely okay. What I said was stupidly phrased. I’m sorry,” you wrapped an arm tightly around Kazuha’s shoulders, pulling her to sit next to you, and leaned against her head. “Things are just messy, but we'll figure it out. Together.”

“I hope so,” Kazuha sighed softly. Her hand began exploring your thigh, inching towards your shaft slowly until she gently caressed it with her fingertips. “I wish there was some sort of way that we could do this without all the mess.”

“Zuha, you know it doesn’t work like that.”

“I know,” her voice faded softly and she unwrapped your arm from her shoulder, leaning away from you and turning towards you. “Okay, this might sound stupid since you call me Zuha all the time, but I loved that. This time it felt… different?”

“I’m glad,” you smiled as a wave of warmth flooded your body. “If we’re doing this, we’re doing it properly,” you kissed the top of her head. “But one thing - do not call me daddy.”

“Oh no I could never,” Kazuha agreed quickly, sounding completely put off just by the thought of it as she rested her head against your body again. “I guess we should probably talk about boundaries and stuff at some point.”

“We have a lot to talk about, but maybe we should wait until…”

“Until after you talk to Chaewon?”

“Yeah, I think,” you replied as your mind drifted into thought, trying to figure out how to go about things, gently stroking Kazuha’s hair. “Hey, I thought you said we should both talk to her together?”

“Well, I think you got it, I don’t know what I’d say.”

“I don’t even know what I’m going to say,” you sighed. “Zuha, do you think this might cause problems with the group dynamic?”

“Truthfully? At first, yeah, I did,” Kazuha answered quietly. “But then I got to thinking.”

There was a pause, a bit longer than you expected. Kazuha lifted and turned herself slightly so that she could look up at you.

“And?” you encouraged her to continue as the anticipation grew.

“Promise you’ll keep this between us?”

“I promise.”

“I’m serious, you can’t tell anyone.”

“Zuha, yes, I know. Not a soul.”

“Alright,” she bit her lip nervously. “I think there might have been a bit of… something… between Sakura and Chaewon at the very beginning.”

“Oh?” you waited for her to continue as you thought back to what Sakura told you in the car earlier.

“Look, I met them a bit after everyone else, but I could tell there was some sort of… resentment? I don’t exactly know, and maybe it was just because we were all getting to know each other.”

“Well, most of you were.”

“So you see what I’m saying?” Kazuha pursed her lips. “Chaewon and Sakura barely talked. I never understood it since they knew each other already, but then, seemingly overnight, the two of them became closer than ever. I don’t know if the others ever noticed it.”

“Chaewon never gave me details, but I sort of know around when this happened,” you explained. “She told me she spent a night with Sakura, and I didn’t really ask questions.”

“Right. Anyway, the reason I brought this up is because I really think no matter how the conversation with her goes, as a group we’ll get through things, we always do.”

Her words were reassuring at least, and you couldn’t help but feel a bit better. “Thank you, really.”

Then, you leaned in, but before you could kiss her, Kazuha lunged up towards you and pressed her lips against yours, catching you a bit by surprise. She kissed you aggressively until you fell onto your back with her on top of you. It felt like this kiss would go on forever, and maybe it would have if it weren’t for the knock on the door.

“I don’t know what’s going on in there, but I really need to get ready!” Sakura's voice came through the door.

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A/N:

I posted a poll and based on the first day responses, Dating Seraphs was in the lead. Ask and you shall receive!

The Kazuha arc continues! Maybe? Probably? I guess next chapter will have more answers. The talk with Chaewon, the history with Sakura, sex with Kazuha, there's so much to cover in the next few chapters! Also, there's a cameo appearance coming soon that I can't imagine anyone will be able to guess because I don't know if I've ever talked about this idol, but we'll see how popular she is among my readers (ex-izone member). I'll give this chapter at least a few days to marinate before my next post.

Based on how things are going in my writing world and the initial responses to that poll, Dating Seraphs needs attention. My next post will probably either be Debauchery p2 or something in the roommates universe, followed by Dating Seraphs ch11, and then most likely I'll give Twice some love and post an update to that story. Of course, this is subject to change!

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[bellatrixscurls]

group activities iii

part one | part two

pairing : reader x slytherin gang x the golden trio.

warnings : smut - oral (f receiving), teasing, dirty talk, lots of pet names, female reader, draco is an arrogant prick sometimes, talk of virginity, truth or dare games, kissing, voldemort. lmk if i missed any!

a/n : this surprised me as well, i was gonna write some tom x reader smut in this chapter but oh well. hope you enjoy!

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“and what the fuck do you think you’re doing?”

ron’s voice was filled with pure hatred, but you couldn’t really react. you stood on the bed, limp, sore. to be fair, you could barely keep your eyes open - and it wasn’t much before they closed and you drifted off.

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when you woke up, which seemed to be quite a while later judging by the darkness piercing through the windows, you spotted tom sitting on your armchair, his eyes carefully scanning the room before he noticed that you had awakened.

“passed out a bit there, have you?” the corner of his lips tilted up, and you couldn’t help but return his smile.

you didn’t know where the others were, but you were grateful that it was him there with you. “is it dinner time yet? i’m really hungry” yawning, you sat up, looking around the room as if still trying to adjust to the artificial light.

and then it happened again. that flicker in his eyes and the way his smirk turned into a soft smile. he didn’t get to say anything, because you decided just then that you’d point it out.

“why do you do that?” your voice came out soft, too soft for your liking. “sometimes you look at me like this and- it sends a shiver up my spine.”

tom was genuinely speechless in that moment, which he never was. he always had some snarky remark or dry chastisement. not now.

he just kept looking at you and not saying a word, which made you go crazy with nerves. shrugging, he looked away for a moment before turning back to you. “i look at you just the way i look at everybody else. it’s nothing special.”

ouch. because yes, you agreed not to speak of these things when you’d entered the ‘group’, but it felt too obvious. you were almost always lost in his eyes, but found a way to see through him. you knew when he would lose composure, and pretend it never happened.

“fine” you cleared your throat, looking at your body and thanking whoever cleaned you up and dressed you, because you really didn’t wanna have to put up with tom’s ‘indifference’. you stood up, brushing a hand over your skirt, before heading towards the door. “i don’t care anyway.”

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after dinner, that was quiet and tense, you all decided to go back to the slytherin common room. nobody was holding hands, draco wasn’t all over ron, enzo avoided hermione’s eyes and vice versa. and to add to it, tom was ignoring you. he never ignored you.

entering the common room, you all sat down, some on the floor, some on the couch, some just leaning against the walls.

you felt guilty.

“i’m sorry we did it without you guys” you looked at the golden trio, and their faces seemed to soften.

ron kneeled in front of you, his fingers grasping your jaw ever so gently. “you didn’t know, peach. it’s tradition at this point, we all want to be there when someone new comes” he turned to glare at the others. “but they knew.”

“i challenged them” you spoke softly, and he continued stroking your cheek, cocking his head to the side as he listened quietly. “can we please forget about it? i feel bad, i don’t want to be the reason you guys don’t speak to one another.”

your ears perked up when you heard someone sigh. theo. “principessa” his eyes moved from your eyes to your lips, then back to your eyes. “you’re right. we didn’t want you guys to feel left out. it just happened so suddenly, and she looked so soft, her skirt had ridden up- you have to understand” whined theo as he looked desperately at harry, leaning his head against his shoulder.

“we understand” hermione was the one to speak this time, and your face lit up when you heard her voice. you had noticed the distance between her and enzo, and you hoped you were not the reason to it. “but we want to be there when she loses her virginity, maybe we’ll even make you watch without touching… you know, as payback.”

wincing at the mention of your virginity, you hid your face into ron’s neck, and his muscular arms wrapped around you instinctively. you felt him laugh, his chest vibrating against your body, making you flush even more. “ronnie” you whimpered helplessly, face beet red.

“oh, look at you, peach” he tsked, brushing a few stray hairs off your face. “let’s not torture the poor girl anymore, we don’t wanna pressure her; how about we play a game?”

the atmosphere seemed to shift for the better once ron mentioned playing a game, and everyone came up with an idea, but at the end, they stuck with the basic one - truth or dare.

“oh i fucking love this” you shook your head at draco as he threw an arm around your neck, keeping you close as he spun the bottle. it kept spinning until it landed on, surprisingly, mattheo.

draco’s grin widened and mattheo pressed his tongue into the inside of his cheek, his lips threatening to tilt up. “truth or dare, riddle?”

“you know me, malfoy. give me the best dare you’ve got.”

“kiss me.”

it all happened so fast, the yearning, the kissing, the biting. their aggressiveness made you weak in the knees - maybe it was the way mattheo pressed his body into draco’s, forcing the older boy to hold himself up with one hand on the floor, or the way draco devoured his mouth, the need to be so impossibly close to one another.

finally, pulling away, they gasped for breath, draco fixing his hair before returning to his spot next to you. you could tell that he was still shaken up, both of them were.

“hot” blaise mouthed to you and your eyes widened, earning a satisfied smirk from the boy.

“my turn” it was mattheo who spun the bottle this time, his eyes glaring at it as if he was trying to control it with his mind.

tom shook his head slightly, giving him a disapproving look. “only i can control it.”

“and i’m an occlumens” he defended, ignoring the bottle that had already landed on you. (occlumens = one who is able to close their mind against legilimency)

“thank merlin for that” his brother scoffed and he rolled his eyes, looking at you for the first time after your ‘argument’, albeit accidentally.

mattheo grinned like a cheshire cat as his eyes finally landed on you, and you bit the inside of your cheek. “y/n/n, i dare you to… make enzo blush.”

the room fell silent. your brows furrowed.

“i didn’t pick dare.”

“i don’t like the tone” he looked at you with mock offense, a hand clutching his chest. “besides, you should thank me. i could’ve made you do it to tommy here” he shrugged and you noticed tom looking at you from the corner of your eye. “merlin knows that one doesn’t have a heart.”

you shrank in your seat, completely ignoring tom’s intense gaze, instead focusing on enzo who was siting right beside you, a sweet, comforting smile adorning his face. “it’s okay, y/n/n. it doesn’t take much to make me blush anyway.”

“ready, then?” you looked at mattheo and he nodded fervently, eyes scanning you whole.

smiling, you leaned in, whispering in enzo’s ear, one hand caressing his shoulders and going up his neck. “and what does it take to make you blush then, sweet boy?” you felt bold, the adrenaline becoming too much. “hm? a kiss? or maybe i could just tease you a bit. tell you what i wanna do to you later.”

enzo gulped and it was almost audible, his hand moving up your thigh, but you still not touching him, nothing more than a hand on his shoulders. “tell me. please, tell me.”

you almost giggled. almost. you felt comfortable around enzo and you really enjoyed seeing him flush. “i want to have you between my legs, to feel your mouth devour me again. i want you to make me so wet for you that when you put it in, i’m all nice and ready for you, baby” you whisper just enough for him to hear, your lips pressing against the shell of his ear before tugging at it, causing the boy to whimper, and everyone reacted to it - gasps and shocked expressions all around, but you didn’t mind. neither did he.

“i bet it would slip right in” you leaned against him, nose against his cheek - his now burning cheek. you smirked.

leaning back against the sofa, you exhaled proudly, and the room erupted into laughter and loud chatter; everyone was either teasing enzo, congratulating you, or both. mostly both.

tom was sitting across from you, and his expression was different than you would’ve believed. he had a proud smirk on his face, his lips twitching as he kept eye contact with you, and your boldness went out the window again. “tease” his lips didn’t move, but you heard his voice in your head. you chose to ignore it until he spoke again. “making him believe he stands a chance at that. you’re so cruel.”

you jolted up, thankful that everyone was still teasing enzo and mocking him. “get out of my head” you whispered dangerously, your heart pounding in your chest.

“you know i could start ignoring you” he whispered too, and this time, his lips moved. “but i’ll still be there. i cannot make you stop thinking about me.”

and there it was again, that damn smirk.

choosing to ignore him, you turned back to the group, your chin resting on top of enzo’s shoulder, the simple gesture making him melt into you, his back resting against you. “that was hot.”

his voice was so small that it made you chuckle before placing a soft kiss on the side of his neck. you didn’t say anything, there was no need to.

everyone went back to the game and after some time it was mattheo’s turn again. oh, merlin.

each of you knew of his intentions, his urge to see all of you pressed up against each other, kissing, biting, blushing. the boy was a menace.

and what was even better? this time, the other end of the bottle pointed at tom, his dear brother.

you could practically see the disapproval on his face after hearing mattheo’s dare. because, of course, when it came to mattheo, the only option was dare.

“i’ll give you a simple one, brother” he smirked, “owl father… and tell him you love him.”

the air shifted and you froze in place. you studied tom closely; his jaw was clenched, and he seemed upset. at least upset. he looked down for a few moments and you could practically see the gears turning in his head. then his eyes lit up.

“surely, brother” he pulled a parchment out of his bag that was thrown under the table, a sign that he had stayed behind studying before dinner. your shoulders released all tension when you saw the way his mood changed. you really thought he would be offended, as tom was not one to speak much of his father.

after a few minutes of writing and paying the owl to send the parchment to his father, the game continued for a few more minutes, before everyone decided that it was too late already and you all headed to bed.

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the next morning was quiet, way too quiet. usually mornings were loud and obnoxious, making you want to make a hole and hide in it until the weekend arrived. only now, you realised that the weekend had arrived indeed.

the clock on your nightstand read 07:34 am, and you groaned into your pillow, cussing you out for not being able to sleep any longer. but after your little drama scene, you decided that it was best to use the time you could’ve been sleeping - studying.

you showered and got ready for the day, then gathered your ‘defense against the dark arts’ books and made your way down to the common room. since mostly everyone was sleeping, you figured you would just study there instead of the library, which was fairly far from the slytherin dorms.

just as you put your books down on the table, you heard shuffling and you didn’t dare raise your eyes towards the sound, you just couldn’t.

the voice that came next made you shiver, your chest warming with relief. theo. “what are you doing so early on a saturday morning, amorina?” his voice was still thick with sleep, leaving you in complete awe when you finally took a proper look at him. he was clad in his quidditch uniform, hair messier than usual and fists rubbing at his eyes in a failed attempt to wake up properly.

you smiled and patted the seat beside you on the large green sofa. theo sat down silently, letting out a helpless whine that made you laugh. "i couldn't sleep, so i thought I'd do a bit more studying," he hummed, fiddling with the hem of your sleeves between his thumb and middle finger. "is draco making you practice early again this weekend?"

theo whined again, clutching his chest, his eyes still only half open. “he is. i’ll give you an even better one. he wanted to start at six, but blaise pretended to feel sick and draco didn’t want his nauseous ass anywhere near his new nimbus.”

the words were emphasised with a dramatic roll of his eyes and you tried your best to keep yourself from giggling, but he was just too cute. “i’m glad my misery is amusing to you” he pouted and you couldn’t help but kiss his pout once. twice. causing theo’s eyes to widen before he grinned dopily, leaning in to kiss you again, this time softly biting on your lower lip.

“blaise was right when he said you tasted good” he licked his lips as he pulled away, his hand still holding you close to his body by your waist. “you know, enzo said that too and-”

“perv” you swatted at his chest and he chuckled, standing up as the other boys appeared as well, a furious draco leading them.

he looked completely exasperated, and judging by the looks on the other boys’ faces, you could tell that he was chastising them again.

“we could’ve been here two hours ago had you not faked being sick” he glared at blaise, who was completely unbothered, and threw his arms in the air. “and you don’t even care!”

“draco, i don’t think waking us before the sun is up is a great idea” mattheo groaned as he fell onto the armchair across from you, his eyes lighting up when he noticed you. “y/n/n! what’s with you here on this fine morning?” he spoke brightly before he turned to draco who was still angry as ever, whispering. “i think my morning just got better.”

you rolled your eyes playfully, softening when draco passed by to kiss your forehead, his arm tightening around your shoulders for a second. “i’m trying to study, but obviously not really succeeding. how many more of you are there?”

“just enzo” blaise shrugged, looking up at their dorm room door as if expecting him to come down any second, which he never did. “but he is a bit under the weather these days.”

“you say under the weather, i say he received a letter from his mommy this morning” mattheo spoke carelessly, shrugging when you gave him a confused look. then his eyes widened the slightest bit. “oh i got one too, i almost forgot” he pulled a letter from his quidditch bag, unfolding it and laying it flat on the table.

then, you got goosebumps. it started speaking in a very distinct voice, one that you knew all too well. voldemort.

“Dear son,

I appreciate the sentiment at the bottom of the letter, which nearly compelled me to fly to Hogwarts myself forthwith and cast a hex upon you.

Pray tell, do you have a fancy for men? As if I didn’t not have enough in my hands already. I beg of you to steady yourself, lest I find you a suitable match in the first gullible pure-blooded young lady I encounter. I trust, however, that you know that she would not bear the name Y/n/n.

Yours affectionately,

Father.”

you gasped and your eyes widened, everyone looking at mattheo as if he had grown two heads. his father’s tone was stern, dry and unamused. whilst the atmosphere was tense, the word affectionately at the end made enzo, who was coming down of his room finally, inevitably snicker. “wow, you win. i thought i had a story to tell, but wow.”

but that did not phase mattheo, who was always about not making his father upset, not really encouraging his unique pastimes either. “how did he find out though? i thought hogwarts was the safest place there is.”

you rubbed his back, as the others tried to encourage him and calm him down. but it was no use, mattheo was determined to find out who was his father’s spy. and you didn’t think he’d actually find out who it was out of a castle full of people with questionable families, including yours. but he did. “tom” he spoke lowly, and you turned, thinking that tom was coming down as well, but he wasn’t.

his eyes were full of rage, fists clenched as he strolled towards his room, draco following closely, ensuring that nothing more than a few words would be thrown around.

one minute passed, then two, then five. you could hear their bickering and mattheo’s furious screaming from the common room, and it went on until it didn’t. until a death silence settled upon the castle, until the door opened and mattheo was carrying draco.

he was hurt. and the worst part of it all? he expressed nothing beyond the occasional heart-wrenching whimpers of pure pain. tom trailed behind them, an unmistakable expression of genuine guilt etched on his face.

you were all aware of what had happened. in that tense moment, silence enveloped the room; the chaos within each of you made it nearly impossible to string two words together. aware of the fact that madam pomfrey would never let no less than seven students into the hospital wing, you finally mustered the courage to call to tom. his steps faltered and he turned to face you, the weight of the situation hanging in the air. “what did you do?”

as he took a few tentative steps towards you, it was evident that his words were caught in his throat. tom riddle was speechless for the first time in his life. the usual confidence he would display was gone, guilt replacing it. “it was a mistake, i made a mistake. i only wanted to cast expelliarmus on matt, but i lost my temper and when he avoided it, it- i- draco was behind him and i hexed him” he spoke so softly that it was almost impossible to catch it.

you could sense the anguish in his voice and, despite his expectations, you pulled him closer to you in a gentle, reassuring embrace. as you held him against you, you felt a few more pairs of arms encircle you both. blaise, theo and enzo had approached you both, offering their support for tom as well, even though he had hurt their friend.

things like “it’s okay, tom. he’s not mad at you” and “you couldn’t control yourself. he knows you care about him” were said, but did close to nothing to soothe tom. he fucked up big time.

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in the hospital wing, things were as tense, primarily due to the uncertainty of draco’s condition. mattheo stood by his bedside, gazing at the unfortunate boy who was suffering, all because of a stupid letter. but then again he wondered : how could a simple spell leave evident marks such as blood in its wake?

draco, on the other hand, fought to keep his eyes as madam pomfrey tended to his wound, a concerned frown adorning her face. “if someone stabbed him, you have to tell me. this is serious, mister riddle” she eyed mattheo warily, feeling for the poor boy who was wincing.

“no, madam. he got hexed by… he got hexed. accidentally” his voice came out hoarse, his cheeks flushing under madam pomfrey’s stern gaze. he felt like she knew who it was that had hexed draco.

“this is not a simple hex” she muttered under her breath, wiping her hands on her skirt as she finished bandaging draco. “i insist that you do not walk unaccompanied and refrain from too much physical effort. and yes, this includes quidditch” she asserted, before directing her gaze at mattheo again. “mister riddle, please send your brother to my office” she instructed, exiting with a decisive thud of the door.

“if you don't tell her, i won't either” draco smiled softly, wincing as he accidentally touched his chest.

“have you gone all soft, malfoy?” he inquired, amused, the corner of his lips curving upwards. “besides, the old hag’s figured it out.”

“i am not soft” mumbled draco, avoiding his gaze.

“you’ll be once i’m done with you.”

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some time later, you were still sitting in the common room, worry etched on your face as you continued studying, but you could barely focus, given how clueless you were about draco’s condition.

werewolves, vampires, unicorns…

you read, but nothing seemed to click, nothing but the door as someone stepped inside, the portrait closing behind them.

“still studying, beautiful?” mattheo. he seemed so calm, slightly amused as you basically ran up to him, wide eyes searching for any trace of hesitation.

“how is draco?” he chuckled softly as you absentmindedly tugged at his jacket, seemingly unaware of your actions.

“he’s alright. madam pomfrey forbid him from playing quidditch and even walking on his own, so you can imagine how frustrated he was. but he’s healing.”

you exhaled, melting into him as his arms wrapped around your smaller frame. “oh, thank merlin” you hummed appreciatively when he squeezed you slightly, his hands caressing your hair. “who is with him now?”

“no one” he replied simply, as if it wasn’t that big of a deal.

his words startled you, prompting your warm body to leave his own. “alone? on his own? and not being capable of moving on his own?”

“yes” he replied, not really understanding your point. “he told me he wanted to sleep. what could happen in his sleep?”

“even so!” you exhaled in frustration, forgetting all about your studying as you stormed off to find draco.

on your way to the hospital wing, you remembered that it was still dinner time and you figured you’d stop by the kitchens to gather some food for the both of you, considering he had been sitting on a hospital bed for hours.

with a bag of food in hand, you wandered the hallways in search of the quickest way to the hospital wing. the corridor was silent, the absence of the students allowing you to hear your thoughts for once. you were feeling relieved, content that draco was healing and madam pomfrey was confident that he’d be alright in no time.

finally reaching the door, you took a steadying breath and opened it.

to your surprise, draco was the only student there, and he seemed quite alert when he caught sight of you. but when you closed the door behind you and he noticed that you were alone, his shoulders relaxed.

“you should be at dinner” he remarked, but the amusement in his tone was palpable as you flicked on the lights.

“and you shouldn’t be here” you bit back, his face softening when he noticed how worried you were. it was simple for him to tell; your brows were furrowed, lips slightly pursed and you kept fiddling with your ring. “i’m glad you’re feeling better though” you continued softly, carefully placing the food on his small bedside table as you sat down on the chair by his bed.

he took your hand in his, humming. “me too… kinda. you could’ve told everyone that i died of a broken heart, but pomfrey had to spoil my story” his nose wrinkled as he quipped, a playful smirk on his face.

and of course you were very much aware that he was joking, yet the worry coursing through you made you react on impulse. leaning in, you pressed your lips to his in order to silence his playful banter.

draco responded to the kiss, hand tightening around your jaw as he drew you closer. and closer, and then some more. in the intensity of the moment, he almost forgot about his wound, but not you. supporting your weight on one elbow, you pulled away, gasping for air.

“you do taste good” he licked his lips just like theo had done earlier, and you groaned, causing the boy to smirk.

“i would throw a pillow at you, but…”

draco gestured to his chest, smiling. “i’m a wounded man. have some mercy, y/n/n” he whined, flinging an arm over his head dramatically. how thankful you were that the whining was back.

“alright, alright” you waved him off, “i brought apple tart and some kind of expensive beef, i saw you eat it before” you said casually, as if it meant nothing, but for draco it meant so much - bringing him his favourite food and actually remembering his preferences.

“you’re an angel” he beamed at you, admiring you for a second too long, before he started eating.

you looked at him as well, taking in every detail of his face. and even if he was not feeling good, he looked just as gorgeous. “and you’re really beautiful” you whispered.

“do you think i’m beautiful, doll?” he teased, but you could sense a deeper yearning beneath his lighthearted tone.

feeling your cheeks burn, you shook your head. “you know you’re beautiful.”

“i do” he nodded proudly, biting the inside of his chin to suppress his wide grin. “but it sounds so much sweeter coming from that pretty mouth.”

you smiled, shy but sweet, and soon the two of you fell into a comfortable silence, your mind wandering. why was draco being nicer than usual? had he always been this way and had you been too distracted to notice? was you kissing him too much?

as always, your overthinking bubbled up at the most inconvenient time.

“before ripping me apart, tom actually taught me the art of legilimency” he stated nonchalantly, still engrossed in his food.

you dropped your fork on your plate, your eyes widening in disbelief - was he reading your mind? “Draco M-”

amused, he shook his head, finding great amusement in the effect his words had on you. “i’m joooking” he drawled out, setting his food aside to focus on you.

studying you closely, he raised a hand, his thumb brushing softly against your cheek. “pretty” you pouted, a smile threatening to appear, and draco mirrored your expression, tilting his head slightly. “now that i think about it… do you think what would make me heal faster?”

“what is it?” your curiosity piqued, eager to help him be out of this bed as soon as possible.

with a sly smirk, he pulled you closer, whispering. “tasting your sweet cunt” his icy blue eyes glinted as they bored into yours, and your breath caught in your throat. “it would be like my personal potion.”

sighing nervously, you moved to straddle him, cunt hovering over his face, “tell me if it’s too much” you whisper softly, hoping that nobody could was close enough to hear you.

he grasped your hips firmly, a smirk dancing around his lips as he met your gaze, “i should be the one saying that” he teased, curling one finger just enough to shift your underwear to the side, revealing the wetness.

draco let out a low groan, the sight causing his cock to harden, his pants tightening. “i can’t wait to get out of this stupid bed so i can finally have you suffocate me between your legs. i could die a happy man here” with a deft motion, he used two fingers to spread your arousal, causing you to jolt as he brushed against your hole.

“p-please stop teasing” you stammered, the effect of his teasing evident in your voice. draco reveled in your reaction, your vulnerability only fueling his desire. he was done teasing; all he wanted was to get a taste, especially to get back at enzo for telling him all about how sweet you tasted and how responsive you were.

“i’m gonna give you what you need, pretty” you felt his fingers ghost over your clit, finally beginning to draw slow, tight circles on your clit that had you crying out, more so when you felt his tongue prod at your entrance. “d-draco” you whispered his name like a prayer. “need it, please. fuck me with your tongue.”

he growled upon hearing you talk so dirty, amazed by the words leaving your sweet mouth, and without notice, his tongue plunged deep inside of you, sliding in and out as his fingers only slightly picked up their pace.

you felt empty when, out of blue, he withdrew his tongue, his fingers still working on you. “how about a deal, dolly?”

“anything” you whimpered, desperate to feel him again.

he smirked. “i make you cum and you tell me who did it better. me or enzo.”

as you peered down at him through blurry eyes, you shook your head in disapproval. “everything is a competition to you, isn’t it?”

“a deal’s a deal.”

you let out a scoff. “i don’t understand how that-” but your words got caught in your throat as his fingers moved from your cunt as well, and he raised at eyebrow at you, tilting his head. “okay, okay! i’ll do it, fuck. i’ll even tell him that, just- please- oh, oh my god!” you cried out when he resumed his work on you, fucking you with his tongue and causing you to let out the most obscene sounds, sounds you were not aware you were capable of making before.

it was nothing like you’d felt before. the way he was gripping your thighs, how precise the movement of his fingers was. he was magical.

you started trembling with the intensity of it all, and draco must’ve sensed it, because he moved his tongue, leaving you to clench around nothing before he replaced it with his fingers.

he was moving faster and you felt like you were tipping over the edge, your head thrown back as he made out with your cunt, sucking at your sensitive bud and nosing at it, adding just the perfect amount of pressure that had you seeing stars. “you look gorgeous like this” he mumbled against you and it caused you to cry, actually cry from the overstimulation, your orgasm drawing nearer and nearer.

and all of a sudden, your vision turned white. you couldn’t see him, you couldn’t see anything, but all you could do was pant, cry and whimper the only thing that was on your mind in that moment - his name.

“draco, draco, draco…” spilled from your lips as you grinded your hips against his face, draco happily lapping at your cunt as you started convulsing on top of him, his nails digging into the plush of your thighs to keep you from pulling away.

you were breathing heavily, so heavy that you could hear it and it was the thing pulling you back to reality, your head dropping forward and your gaze catching draco’s.

he grinned like a mad man, cheeks hurting as he didn’t even try to hide it. “i wanna be there to look at his face when you tell him that i am better.”

shaking your head, you felt a pang of guilt now, your adrenaline rush washing off. “you’re cruel, you know that?” catching your breath, you bit the inside of your cheek to keep yourself from smiling, but he saw right through you.

“you didn’t seem to mind one bit when i was fucking you with my tongue just a few minutes ago.”

fair enough.

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[jedda-martele]

That reminds me of probably the worst campaign I’ve ever played in. Now I, as a player, still had fun but that was more to hanging out with friends than anything to do with the game. And, to be fair, the lack of buy-in was honestly not the top issue but it certainly didn’t help.

Anyway, it was D&D 3.5 era and this guy’s first time dming. His first mistake was saying anybody who wanted to could play which ended having about 10 people running characters. Maybe that’s not too many at once for some but I think most would agree it’s incredibly unwieldy for a first time. Also, just imagine how bored you get waiting for initiative order with that many people and enemies. Next, he didn’t want to do beginner stuff so he said everyone could create level 4 characters and level adjustment didn’t matter. This was where things got wild.

For those unfamiliar, D&D was encouraging a lot of different races (and templates), including monster types, as playable. However, to try to balance things some races had a level adjustment. Like, a half celestial might count as a level 4 character before taking any class levels. You can certainly discuss how well this balancing works and how it advantages or disadvantages different types of character. But our friend decided it was a headache to think about and so didn’t matter. Which means basically everyone picked the most powerful race/creature type they liked and added 4 class levels to it (personally I had a half fire elemental bard).

So our brand new DM has too big a party, at a level that introduces a number of complications, and nearly all playing characters that have a ridiculous number of extra abilities (except one - it was her first game, she had a very straightforward elf ranger, and I don’t know if she had a good time). Added to that, he got steamrolled into including flat out broken things by a couple of the experienced players. One of them wouldn’t tell any of the rest of us where he’d gotten the source for his character’s race, just that it was a third party source and the dm approved it, any time we objected to the bonkers tricks he was able to pull.

And finally our DM friend hadn’t shared any of the story hook ahead of time and a couple of the players were contrarians who built characters without any active interest in adventuring so trying to even get started hit numerous hurdles. There might be a time and place for your ‘hates people, doesn’t get along with anyone, isn’t interested in anything outside themselves’ misanthrope character but it’s definitely not in a huge party with a completely inexperienced DM. This is an ensemble, not a solo. The whole thing fell apart after just a couple of sessions but I did get to cheat at cards for xp* so it was still a good memory personally even if it’s a cautionary tale in every detail.

*he wanted it to be poker but didn’t want to run full games so high card automatically got like 20 xp - with so many people he trusted us to pair off and self report so four of us just took turns ‘winning’ until we felt like we’d gotten enough free xp

I mean, it's at least little bit funny how Hasbro's efforts to position Dungeons & Dragons as a universal entry-level game have managed to undo thirty years of development in D&D's culture of play and we're back to litigating whether "you should create characters who actually have a reason to go on adventures rather than expecting the GM to do backflips to justify their presence" is unreasonably imposing upon the player's creative freedom like it's fucking 1994.

[tobiosbbyghorl]

Ripped and Ready ( For You) | psh | 2

part 1

Sunghoon’s hand stayed tucked in yours as you slipped out of the supply room, flushed and trying your best not to look like you just devoured your boyfriend like a snack.

Which, to be fair, you almost did.

The shirt still clung to his torso. The “Ripped and Ready” lettering was a damn taunt, now slightly wrinkled from where you’d fisted it earlier.

And as he bent down to help Jay with the mic cords, the girls across the gym squealed again.

You smiled sweetly. Let them look.

You didn’t miss the glances. The whispers. The not-so-subtle giggles from the girls who definitely noticed how stupidly hot your boyfriend looked today.

Normally, you were chill. You liked keeping your relationship private—not because you were hiding it, but because he liked it that way. He didn’t want attention. Didn’t know how to handle being noticed, let alone being thirsted after.

But today?

Today he needed a reminder.

So when he leaned down to get the speaker cables from the stage box, you gently tugged him behind the curtain under the guise of helping.

“Something wrong?” he whispered, blinking as you pressed your body close to his.

“Just fixing something,” you said innocently—and pressed a soft, open-mouthed kiss just under his jaw, right where the black shirt’s collar dipped low.

You lingered. Let your tongue flick. Then sucked, hard enough to leave a soft, blooming red mark that would sit just above the shirt line.

He jolted a little. “Y/N—!”

You smiled and gently pulled away. “Now it’s perfect.”

He blushed deeply, brushing his fingers over the spot.

You pecked his cheek. “Go back out there, handsome.”

And he did—quietly flustered, lips pink and slightly swollen, face flushed, with your mark visible every time he turned his head.

You watched from across the gym, sipping a cold drink with Sunoo.

“Did you…” he narrowed his eyes. “Is that a hickey?”

You smirked.

Sunoo shrieked. “You animal!”

Sunghoon, across the room, noticed the staring and quickly tugged at his shirt, shyly covering the mark. But it was too late—the girls definitely noticed now.

That’s when he texted you.

hoon: can we leave early

hoon: please

hoon: my ears are burning

hoon: and so is… other stuff

You bit your lip and texted back.

you: My place or yours?

hoon: mine. mom’s out tonight.

hoon: come ruin me

You nearly choked on your drink.

⸻

Sunghoon’s Room – Later That Night

The second the door clicked behind you, he turned, eyes already a little hazy, nervous energy buzzing under his skin.

“You’re mean,” he murmured, but he wasn’t mad. Not at all.

“You loved it,” you teased, slipping your arms around his waist, fingers curling under the hem of that cursed shirt. “You liked everyone knowing who you belong to.”

He didn’t answer—just leaned forward and kissed you, deep and messy, like he’d been holding it in all day.

And maybe he had.

You backed him toward his bed, hands slipping under the shirt, palms finally, finally gliding over his warm, firm skin. He sucked in a breath when you touched his abs, like it tickled—but when you dragged your nails down slowly, he whimpered softly.

“Off,” you whispered.

He obeyed instantly.

The shirt hit the floor, and you took a moment to just look. His chest, his arms, his flushed skin—the shyest boy in school, half-naked and panting in front of you, all lean muscle and bashful eyes.

“You’re so hot,” you murmured, kissing down his neck to that hickey, licking over it again just to make him squirm. “You have no idea what you do to me, do you?”

“I… I think I’m starting to get it,” he whispered, hands twitching at his sides like he didn’t know what to do with them.

“You don’t have to do anything,” you assured, gently guiding him back to the bed. “Just lie down for me, baby.”

He let you push him back onto the mattress, propping himself up on his elbows, watching you with parted lips as you climbed over him.

He gasped when you ground down lightly, your clothed core brushing his growing bulge.

“Y/N,” he breathed. “Feels—ngh—feels so good.”

“I haven’t even started yet,” you whispered, kissing down his chest, taking your time.

He whimpered your name when you bit lightly over his ribs, licking afterward. His thighs twitched when your hands spread them open further.

You tugged off his pants slowly, dragging them down along with his boxers. His cock sprang free, flushed and leaking, twitching at the cool air and your gaze.

He blushed so hard you could see it down his chest.

You leaned forward and kissed his inner thigh. “Still okay, baby?”

He nodded furiously. “Please… just—want you. So bad.”

You smiled and rewarded him by wrapping your hand gently around his length, stroking slow.

He bit his lip, gasping, eyes fluttering.

When you finally took him in your mouth, he choked on a moan—one hand flying to your hair, the other fisting the sheets as his thighs trembled.

You didn’t rush.

You licked up the shaft, circled the head, and took him in slowly, letting his whimpers guide you.

When his hips bucked a little, you held him down with a hand on his stomach and hummed around him.

That nearly broke him.

“Gonna—ngh—Y/N, I’m gonna—!”

You pulled off just in time, stroking him while he trembled. “Wanna come inside me instead?”

He looked like you just offered him the heavens.

You climbed into his lap, rolling your hips over him once, slowly—watching his lashes flutter.

Then you sank down—inch by inch—taking him all the way until you were seated, full, and his hands were gripping your waist like he’d fall apart without you.

His mouth dropped open. “Oh my god—”

You rolled your hips once, and he nearly sobbed.

“You okay?”

He nodded quickly. “Too good. Too good. Please don’t stop.”

You didn’t.

You moved slow at first, letting him feel everything—his hands worshipping every part of you they could reach. You felt perfect to him. Better than perfect.

He kept whispering things—soft praises, broken moans, your name like a prayer.

And when you leaned down to kiss him, he held you close, one arm wrapping fully around your back like he never wanted to let go.

“Mine,” you whispered against his lips.

“Yours,” he breathed. “Only ever yours.”

When he came, it was with a soft cry into your neck, body shaking as you held him through it.

You followed shortly after, overwhelmed by the way he felt, the way he loved you without saying it, the way he let you ruin him with just a look.

⸻

Later, wrapped in his blanket, shirtless and dazed, he kissed your shoulder and whispered, “I’ll never wear that shirt again.”

You laughed, poking his cheek. “Not even for me?”

He grinned. “Maybe. But next time… you’re the one wearing something dangerous.”

You smirked, running your fingers through his messy hair. “Deal.”

⸻

You weren’t sure what woke you up first—the soft stream of sunlight peeking through the curtains, or the weight wrapped around your middle.

“Mmph… don’t move.”

Sunghoon’s voice was groggy, low, and still tangled in sleep. He was pressed to your back, arms locked tightly around your waist, face buried against your shoulder.

You smiled lazily and turned slightly, just enough to face him.

His hair was messy, lips swollen, eyes only half-open—and he looked so content, nuzzling into your chest like he was charging back to full power off your warmth.

“You okay?” you whispered, brushing some hair off his forehead.

“Yeah,” he murmured, kissing your collarbone absentmindedly. “Tired. Happy.”

You kissed his cheek. “We should get up soon. I promised Sunoo I’d help pack up the booths this morning.”

Sunghoon groaned dramatically. “No. We live here now. In bed. Forever.”

You laughed. “Babe…”

“I mean it,” he mumbled, holding you tighter. “I’ll give you anything. Just don’t leave me for cold pancakes and gym cleanup.”

You rolled your eyes playfully. “Okay, clingy.”

He cracked an eye open and smirked, leaning forward to kiss you—slow and sweet and very good-morning.

You melted a little.

He pulled away with a sleepy grin. “You taste like my toothpaste.”

You raised an eyebrow. “Did you brush after?”

He looked suspiciously smug. “Maybe. Wanted to be kissable in case you woke up first.”

You were about to tease him more when—

Knock knock knock.

You both froze.

“Sunghoon? Are you up? I brought breakfast!” his mom called sweetly from the hallway.

Your eyes widened, but Sunghoon just blinked calmly.

You whispered, “Oh my god—did she come in?!”

“She has a key,” he whispered back, yawning. “Relax, we’re dressed.”

You were, thank god—one of his oversized sweatshirts on you, and Sunghoon in joggers and a tee you swore was inside out.

He got up and shuffled to the door barefoot, cracking it open just enough to peek out.

“Hi, Mom.”

“Hi, sweetie,” she said warmly. “I saw Y/N’s shoes—she’s here, right?”

“Yeah. She’s still sleeping.”

You leaned into view from the bed, smiling sheepishly. “Morning, Mrs. Park.”

Her face lit up. “There’s my favorite girl! I brought you both croissants and strawberry milk. Want me to heat them?”

You sat up, tugging the covers modestly over your legs. “You’re the best, really.”

“Aw, stop it. You kids behave. I’m going to garden. Breakfast is on the counter!”

Sunghoon closed the door and leaned his forehead against it.

“She definitely knows,” he muttered.

“She definitely loves me,” you corrected, and he turned with a reluctant smile.

“Yeah,” he said, eyes soft as he walked back toward you, “I do too.”

You blinked. “You love me?”

He stopped.

His cheeks turned pink immediately, but he didn’t back down. “…Yeah. I do.”

You pulled him back into bed and kissed him until neither of you needed croissants to feel full.

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[raven-at-the-writing-desk]

All this talk about Leona's / Vil's chest makes me think of ... This. I just got the art book for my bday, went to check Leona's section and got hit with THIS... In front of my mom too 😭😭 (she didn't read it but. HELP)

6 UNDONE BUTTONS BUT MAKE SURE TO AVOID SHOWING TOO MUCH SKIN 😭😭😭😭😭😭😭 they really put a bunch of buttons on it just for him to have them open but not show "too much", huh...

W-what the hell. Sure. W-whatever.

[Referencing this post!]

Average L*ona reaction to someone pointing out his loose and/or lack of buttons (taken straight out of his School Uniform vignette):

Ah, yes... That infamous note from the art book 😭 (<- has known about it for years and chose not to make a public comment unless prompted)

OKAY, but to be fair (*grips Riddle by the head like he’s a melon I am testing for ripeness*) take a look at a character that wears the Ceremonial Robes properly:

The black undershirt has a somewhat high collar. Additionally, the buttons seem to be spaced very close together. The white dress shirt for the NRC school uniform has more standard height collar and its buttons are noticeably farther apart than those of the ceremonial robes.

This means you would have to unbutton MORE buttons on the ceremonial robes in order to show the same amount of skin as in your school uniform. For example, what is 6 buttons on the ceremonial robes is only 2-3 buttons on the NRC school uniform. Like so:

My guess as to why that note in the art book exists is because they wanted to call attention to the spacing of the buttons being closer, meaning that 6 buttons being undone would still roughly have the same amount of skin showing had it been 2-3 buttons on the school uniform. They probably didn't want whatever artists were working on the Leona Ceremonial Robes initial artwork to get confused and accidentally show more skin due to the button count. (6 buttons undone on a regular shirt would show much more skin!)

While I was researching this I SWEAR TO YOU THIS WAS NOT AN EXCUSE TO STARE AT KINGSCHOLAR'S CHEST FOR LONGER THAN IS SOCIALLY ACCEPTABLE, I realized that there's an inconsistency in Leona's Ceremonial Robes initial art and his live 2D model?? (This shouldn't be a shock though, considering that there's plenty of details in the card art that don’t always carry over to the live 2D models.)

If you look at Leona’s live 2D, the robes collar is clearly undone (you can see the flaps open). That's... clearly not 6 buttons undone. You can't even see any visible cleavage in the model:

But then???? If you take a look at the card art??? THERE'S VERY OBVIOUSLY WAY MORE BUTTONS UNDONE??? YOU CAN TELL BECAUSE SUDDENLY THERE'S CLEAVAGE OUT AND ABOUT AND WHAT WAS ONCE ONLY JUST THE FLAPS OF THE COLLARS IS NOW SHAMELESSLY OPEN 💀

And when you compare this to other instances in which Leona appears in his ceremonial robes (such as the second anniversary PV and the Twst anime trailer), HE HAS THE COLLAR COMPLETELY OPEN AND CLEAVAGE SHOWING. This leads me to believe that the initial card artwork is the INTENDED depiction, not the live 2D model.

You know what that means, fellas??? IT MEANS BIBLICALLY INACCURATE LION BOOBS FOR THE LIVE 2D MODEL...

ANYWAY. THAT IS ALL I HAVE TO SAY ON THIS MATTER, GOOD-BYE NOW 🤡

[a-hermit-pining]

LaDs Men as RomCom Movies

AN: Sylus' is major canon divergence. But that is the way of romcoms. I reckon this blog needs some fluff after the last post.

Pairing: LaDS boys x gn reader

Genre: rom com au, canon divergence

Ingredients: 100% fluff

My Fav: hmmmmm idk

(I do not own any of these characters)

Rafayel: Midnight in Paris 🧜🏻‍♂️

You were just an archaeologist. Specializing in Lemurian court ruins. Quiet. Logical. Never believed in myths. Only in stratigraphy and proper carbon dating.

So naturally, it made sense when you were cataloging an unclassified pearl and stepped through a half-collapsed archway… only for the world to shift around you.

Gone was the dig site. In its place: marble columns, flowing water, and a spring that shimmered like it was blessed by a god.

Which, as it turns out...it was.

A man...no, a siren, lounged lazily in the center of the pool, draped in silks and annoyance. He blinked at you. Stared.

Then said, in accented Lemurian: “A mortal? How dare you.”

A bar of soap hit your head. You blinked.

He blinked harder.“…Leave before I drown you out of sheer embarrassment,” he muttered, sinking slightly into the water.

You should run. You should record. You should definitely not flirt with the shirtless demigod pouting in a moonlit pool.

And yet. "You're real," you breathed.

Rafayel rolled his eyes. “Unfortunately.”

Xavier: 10 Things I hate About You 🤺

It started as a bet. A desperate one.

The knights of House Flame, exhausted, bruised, and teetering on the edge of mutiny, cornered Crown Prince Xavier behind the barracks and begged him for mercy.

“Just one night,” they said. “One gods damned evening without patrol rotations or combat drills or Captain Death’s Right Hook breathing down our necks.”

The condition? Get the captain to attend the royal ball.

Easy, Xavier thought. How hard could it be to charm a soldier? Then he met you.

You, with your armor still half on and your sword strapped across your back at the banquet table. You, who glared at the string quartet like they’d personally offended your ancestors.

He tried every line he had. You blocked every one with a deadpan stare and a curt, “I don’t dance.”

He said it was strategy training. You said it was entrapment. He brought flowers. You threw them at his second-in-command.

And yet. Here he was. At the ball. With you.

You in dark crimson, your armor traded for something that somehow still made you look like war incarnate. Your fingers on his. Your brow furrowed like you were still trying to figure out why the hell you were here.

The knights cheered from the edge of the ballroom. The bet was won. But Xavier wasn’t thinking about that anymore.

Because somewhere between your refusal to waltz and the way you let him twirl you, once, clumsily, but with a smile, he realized something terrifying.

He wanted a second dance. And this time, he wouldn’t need a wager to get it.

Zayne: Me, Before You 👩🏻‍🦼‍➡️

He’d done this before.

Treated war survivors. Cursed aristocrats. One fire witch who tried to hex the entire ward because her IV drip was "aesthetically insulting."

That’s why he had the reputation he did.

So when famous Dr. Zayne was assigned to you, the terminally ill, emotionally volatile heir of a very wealthy (and very dramatic) family. He didn’t expect much.

Another spoiled patient. Another person who’d given up long before the prognosis did.

What he didn’t expect was to be:

Forced to judge midnight wheelchair races in your family’s marble hallways ("Speed is relative, Zayne, don’t be boring.")

Learning to DIY allergen-safe brownies that wouldn’t send you to the afterlife faster than fate already planned

Thrusted into corset duty during an impromptu costume ball you hosted in your bedroom ("Don’t ask." "I wasn’t going to." "You paused." "...Fair.")

He was supposed to be your doctor.

Not your chaos coordinator.

Not your reluctant best friend.

And definitely not the man who sits on your balcony every sunset, holding your hand like he’s already mourning something that hasn’t happened yet.

Sylus: The Proposal 💍

When Sylus, yes, that Sylus, head of Onichynus, past dragon, terrifying, charming, a little too beautiful to be legal, tells you you’re getting married…

You assume it’s a joke.

“Married,” you repeat.

He nods once, solemn. “To me.”

Pause. “…Why.”

“There’s an inheritance clause. Council won’t release the southern territories unless I present a bonded partner.” He looks away like it pains him. “I would rather die than marry any of the harpies they lined up. So.”

He slides the ring box across the table.

You open it. There’s an actual, live ruby in it. It purrs.

Next thing you know, you’re flying first-class (on the back of his cousin) to his ancestral villa in the Drakherin mountains, where:

His grandmother keeps saying “finally”. His cousin tries to duel you for fun. The staff already embroidered your initials on the sheets. And Sylus keeps doing things like pulling you close for warmth and forgetting to let go

“You’re doing it again,” you mutter one night, pressed against his chest.

“What?”

“Holding me like it’s real.”

He stiffens. Then shrugs. “Maybe I’m just a good actor.”

“You’re literally growling when I talk to other people.”

“Authenticity is important.” He murmurs, suddenly very interested in the satin pillowcase.

Caleb: 13 Going on 30 ⏳

You wake up in a bed that isn’t yours. The ceiling’s too high. The sheets are too soft. The arm around you is heavy. Cold. Metal.

You scream. You fling yourself out of the bed with so much force that you hit the floor sideways, taking the blanket and your dignity, with you.

The man in the bed bolts upright. Half-asleep. Half-naked and fully terrifying. “Pips?!” he shouts, voice panicked. “Are you hurt?!”

You point at him. “DO NOT CALL ME THAT!”

He stops mid-motion. Eyes wide yet confused.

You crawl backward. “You’re a STRANGER and you have a METAL ARM and WHY ARE YOU IN MY BED?!”

He stares. “I...this is my bed?”

“You’re lying!”

“I’m not—”

“You know my nickname!” He looks even more confused. “I know everything about you.”

GROSS.” You grab a pillow and yeet it at him with alarming force. “STALKER.”

“I’m not...Pips, it’s me. It’s Caleb.”

You freeze. Blink once. Stare at him. “…No you’re not,” you whisper.

“Yes. I am.”

“Caleb is twelve. He likes bugs and eats chalk and cried when I kicked him in tag.” You squint at him like he’s an imposter sent by a very dramatic cult. “You have, like, abs. And a jawline. And chest hair. Caleb is my age and has braces, okay?!”

He blinks. “Huh... what?”

Your eyes widen. “CALEB!!” you scream, full volume, as you bolt from the bed and take off sprinting through the unfamiliar apartment. Clearly this man had abducted you. Or time-cloned you. Or age-spelled you into your thirties and was trying to pretend to be your best friend.

Either way, this was STRANGER DANGER: LEVEL APOCALYPSE. The transformer man yells after you. You shriek again and dive behind a dresser.

He follows, confused and shirtless, cautiously peeking around the corner. “Pips, please,”

You grab a lamp. “I SWEAR I’LL THROW THIS,” you warn, shaking.

“…That’s grandma’s heirloom.”

[ceturyboytoy]

Special Delivery

Alex (Stardew Valley) x ftm!reader

Synopsis: Alex makes a request. you fill it, then he fills you :3

Warnings: Smut, male and female terms for genitals, cheating??, pre-op reader (on T), Alex is DUMB, coming out

When you saw the request posted on the bulletin board you couldn’t help the smirk growing on your face seeing Alex’s name printed in his jagged handwriting. He wanted a copper bar, which should be easy enough. Spending most days in the mines these days has afforded you a wealth of ores and coal. Downing your second cup of coffee, you rush to your farm’s furnace.

Standing in front of the burning flames you cant help but imagine the cocky young jock and whatever cute thing he’s gonna say. When you gave him a dirty egg last week he clapped your back and said “Thanks a bunch, bud!” and you could have melted into the ground.

And three months ago Alex was teaching you to throw the gridball on the beach. You chucked it over and over only to realize you’re terrible. Which Alex let you know in the most charming way before sliding in behind you and positioning your arms with his. Goosebumps formed all over you as his larger hands gripped yours.

“No wonder, bud. your little hands can barely hold on.” Alex chuckled, his breath hot on your neck. It’s not fair. He’s with Hailey. Right? This is just bro stuff. Isn’t it? Because being called ‘bud’ has never felt so homoerotic.

Being honest with yourself, you don’t know if he even likes men that way or if he’s just a very flirty guy. You immediately pegged him as straight when you first moved to Pelican Town, but now you’re not so sure. You started to notice his eyes lingering on you whenever you walk away, the deep blush on his face when you bring him his favorite dinner.

You catch yourself smiling when the copper bar drops out. Shaking your head clear you pack the shiny block into your pack and turn tail to George and Evelyn’s house.

#######

Checking your watch, it’s almost noon when you make it back to town and enter Alex’s grandparents house. It’s strangely empty when you walk further into the house and make your way to the younger man’s room. Your heart was pounding as you pushed the door open but the sight within the room made it stop completely.

It’s not like you’ve never seen Alex shirtless before, the guy spends half his time half-naked on the beach. And Alex has always done his workouts alone in private, you’ve seen him leaving the bath house sweaty and red-faced before. Apparently he also likes to pump weights in his bedroom.

His glorious 6’4” frame was straining against the heavy weights, but he didn’t slow. His brown eyes glanced in your direction and you swear he sped up. “Ugh.. hey, bud mhh… what’s up?”

You had to swallow the lump that formed in your throat watching the glistening sweat glide down his round tanned pecs, and his tight abdomen dusted with hair, and his thick thighs that are barely concealed by his gridball shorts. You swallow again and clear your throat.

“I uh-“ you fumble to reach into your pack and produce the requested item. The boy smiles and loudly drops the weights down, shaking the house.

“Hey, great! You saw my post, that was quick.” Alex, instead of taking the bar, reaches for a towel lying on the chair and slowly wipes away the perspiration on his skin. “ugh… fuck.”

You want to slap yourself for staring like a creep but how could you not? When there’s a damn stacked smokehouse half naked and rubbing himself right before your eyes.

You smile and scuff your boot on the floor, still awkwardly holding the copper bar. it’s cool in your hands, and feels nice to hold when the rest of your body is burning up.

After soaking up the last of the sweat and further forgoing a shirt, Alex finally moves towards you and takes the bar from your hands. He winks at you with that damn smirk. “Thanks, bud.”

“No problem.” It’s hard to think let alone speak after that display. You almost want to bail, just take your payment and run back to the farm. Take refuge in the company of your livestock and forget about the cute small-town athlete and his rippling muscles. But that wink pulled at you like a fishing lure, and you wanted to bite.

“I like to rub it on my muscles after a workout.” He explains as he brings the copper to his abs, gliding the lustrous metal slowly up and down. You had no idea where he got this idea, or how it works, but you weren’t going to complain. This town is strange; the folks ask for random items all the time. For all you know this could be more forest magic shit, so you don’t comment. “You ever try it?”

You shake your head, chuckling.

“No? You should. Don’t think I can’t see those muscles under there. must be working hard, huh?” Alex is working his bicep now, and definitely flexing to make sure his veins pop. “Oh where are my manners? Grandma would kill me, let me get your payment.”

“Where are they by the way?” You ask just to fill the silence.

“Pierre’s. They’ll probably be gone all day.” He turns back to you and drops the gold into your hand, which you quickly place in your wallet. “You could stay… if you wanted. Ya’know like if you’re not busy.”

“Im not,” you rush out embarrassingly fast, getting a laugh out of the man.

“Good. Because uhm…” He moves closer to you and grips the strap of your pack, sliding it off your shoulder and on to the floor. You felt his grip on your waist, the other hand going to the side of your neck. “I think you deserve a little extra payment.”

Then Alex is kissing you, and everything about it is hot. You feel his skin, his hands, his breath warming you up from the inside. The hand on your neck is gentle but it pulls you in deeper, and it makes you whimper into his mouth. Only a little. You’d never admit it. Then Alex hums, deepening the kiss. His tongue swiping your lips, gently coaxing them open to let him explore.

Immense relief washes over you as you make out with the athlete. Everything you thought, every suspicion was being confirmed as you suck on Alex’s tongue, standing on your toes just to reach. This boy wanted you, no denying it anymore. No more pretending those heated looks and lingering touches aren’t what they were. He’s here, kissing you in his bedroom.

“Fuck,” Alex pants when he pulls off of your lips. His face lights up with a smile which spreads to yours, and cupping your cheeks he pulls you in for another, shorter, kiss. “I’ve wanted to do that for months. You’re so fuckin’ hot, bud.”

“Me too,” you sigh and allow yourself to touch Alex’s body, running your fingers over his taught chest and firm sides. He’s perfect: no blemishes or scars, not even tan lines. It’s intimidating when you think about your farmers tan and scrapes from battling in the mines. That and the other difference between the two of you. “Alex… uhm.”

You and Alex haven’t had a conversation yet about you being trans, nor have you told anyone in Pelican Town. Besides Harvey, but of course he can’t tell anyone. The thing is, as nice as this town is you just don’t see how it’s anyone’s business who you were born as. Also, it’s kinda nice just being known as the ‘farmer guy’ to everyone, and not that trans city boy.

However, seeing as you might be taking your clothes off soon, you think it’s finally time to break the news to the young man. “Well I just wanted to let you know that I’m trans. A- uh a trans man.”

All you get is a blank stare in return, and you think maybe you hallucinated what you just said. “Uhh.”

No, you definitely just came out, but Alex looks like you just asked him to solve long division. “Alex, do you know what that means?”

The smooth sexy persona was faltering as you watch the cogs in his brain work overtime to answer you. You try not to laugh as you realize that Alex has no idea what you’re saying to him. To his credit he doesn’t try to make something up or lie, he just shakes his head. And that clueless expression makes you want to kiss him again, the idiot.

“Well, I was born a… girl,” you swallow around your words, still getting that sick feeling while having to explain yourself to the big dope. What if he doesn’t like you anymore? Or tells everyone in this small town? Then they’ll know you’re trans and gay, and even though you’re an adult and this isn’t high school, the thought terrified you. “a-and I have transitioned to a man, I guess. So, like, the stuff that girls have… is what I have…���

“Oh. Okay.” Alex looked like he was taking his time considering what you told him, nodding slowly and thoughtfully. This whole time you’re still entangled in each other’s arms, you shiver as you feel his thumb rubbing on your waist. “That’s… okay. So, no dick, right?”

That gets a laugh out of you, and you shake your head ‘no’ as you run your hands up and down his sides. Your nerves are still flaring despite the tepid response. It’s not everyday you’re explaining transgenderism to the hottest guy in town right after he makes out with you. “Is that alright?”

It sounds like a stupid question as soon as it comes out but there it is, you were asking Alex if he was okay with you being trans. You wanted to slap yourself, you wanted to bail again. But before you could say anything else Alex said, “why wouldn’t it be?”

“Oh-“ then Alex is pushing you till your back hits the gridball wallpaper. He takes your stubbled chin back in his hand and reconnects your lips, and this time he’s frantic. Sloppily opening up your mouth, letting him in once again to taste your cute little whimpers. He’s pinned you to the wall, making you feel him everywhere. Alex’s strong hands and arms are holding you in place while he devours your lips, and you can feel his sturdy thighs slotting between yours. Even through your clothes you can feel the heat coming off his body, which is still mostly exposed. You’re fully clothed but feel more naked than ever, it’s like Alex is mentally undressing you, making you show your most inner self with every sigh and moan he draws from you.

“I love that you’re such a little guy, I could eat you whole.” Alex’s lips move down to your neck, licking and sucking at you like a hungry dog. You didn’t even care that he was sucking deep purple hickies into your neck like some lovesick teenager. You honestly liked his randy and brash behavior, it’s exciting to feel this wanted, this desired. If the townsfolk looked at you funny for having these big neck bruises so be it.

You feel your stomach drop as Alex suddenly hooks his arms under your thighs and lifts you up, letting you wrap your legs around his waist. With your hold secure, Alex slides his hands down to your ass and squeezes. The move draws heat to your core. You can’t help but rotate your hips into the shirtless man’s abdomen. You could already feel yourself getting wet from the animalistic treatment.

“Like that? Feel nice, bud?” Alex moves you down to rub himself into your heated crotch. You feel his growing hard on through the shorts, and praise to Yoba, he is huge. It’s thick and pulsing and only four thin layers away from your dripping boycunt. You nod, needing to feel more of his hard heat. “Fucking hell, need to feel you.”

And suddenly you’re being tossed on Alex’s queen bed, the breath knocked out of your lungs. you don’t waste any time in shedding your clothes along side Alex; albeit he only had a pair of shorts and underwear on, so Alex helped you take off your button down and underwear. and, boy, when you laid eyes on the young man’s manhood you don’t even feel shame when you let your legs fall open. It stands at attention, like it’s waiting for you to work it. you swallow involuntarily, a little worried about whether it will fit inside you.

“What d’you think, bud? big enough?” Alex chuckles as he grabs himself, slowly jerking his dick off. The sight of you is obviously affecting him, his large brown eyes are roaming your whole naked body from your head down to your dripping boycunt. You don’t answer directly, just take his hard heat in your hands and start jerking hard. You want him to leak and tremble for you. Then Alex is letting out these deep rumbling moans, letting his hips swing gently into your calloused hands. “Oh, fuck. I need you, bud. Need that boy pussy now. Right fuckin’ now”

You’re surprised but not thrown off by the demanding words, in fact it’s just more of that cocky charm that’s been turning you on for months. You’ve wanted his fat cock inside you for longer than you would admit, and from how desperate the boy is to fuck you, he’s probably wanted it longer.

So you just nod frantically and let your body be maneuvered by Alex’s strong arms until you’re face down and ass up getting railed so hard you see stars. Your pretty face buried in the young man’s sheets as he works your soft wet boycunt so good you cum untouched. This brash brunet does not let up on his thrusts even when your legs are trembling and soaked in your own slick. It’s humiliating: you’re reduced down to a shaking whimpering little bitch boy when Alex is tunneling you out with his dick.

It’s sweaty and raw, and there’s lots of intimate eye contact. Even when you’re coming down from another orgasm, Alex just grinds his still hard cock deep in your guts till tears spring up in your eyes. “Thaaats right, you’re mine. My fuckin’ boy, my fuckin pussy.” At some point you’re flipped over and getting pounded just as hard from the front, and oh yes you can watch as the golden tanned god goes weak for your hot slippery grip. He’s working your pussy like he loves you, hard as fuck inside you and leaking so much precum it’s dripping out of your hole. His hair is spiky with sweat, you can feel it dripping but you don’t give a fuck.

“Ohh babe, fuck, ‘m gonna cum. Gonna cum in this. Fucking. Boypussy.” Alex accentuated each word with a hard shaking thrust, his dick surely leaving bruises inside you. Again, you couldn’t care less. You were happy to be a good play thing, even if that’s all this is.

“Shiiiit this tight little pussy. Mmmh. So good, baby. So fucking good.” You watch Alex’s face crumble, the pleasure of cumming in a hot little hole overwhelming him. Rough hands grip your hips hard, still gyrating both your hips into each other, making an icky wet sound that made you blush. And as you’re filled up with his warm thick cum, you whine so pathetically. Your thighs are slick on the inside and bruised on the outside, clear and unmistakable evidence that what just happened wasn’t a hallucination.

When Alex pulls out he scoops up your limp twitching form in his strong arms, dragging his lips up your neck and cheek. Warmth and satisfaction washed over you, feeling that painful pull in your heart for the man who’s holding you close, the man who’s cum is still leaking out of your aching hole.

“Knew you’d be amazing, farmer dude. I needed that, thank you.” His words are soft and warm against your neck. You respond by grabbing his hand and gently kissing it, as if saying ‘ditto.’

[realtapiocafan]

jayden’s also in miami!

[abyss1o1]

I feel like a lot of people don’t know tr!zam the way they think they do bc the mischaracterization I’m seeing everywhere is really funny. Which, it’s completely fair because not every realm viewer is a lifesteal viewer so the similarities between ls!zam and tr!zam are not seen or obvious.

I’ve seen a lot of people saying how zam’s core issue with ace is ace’s morals. While that may play a little bit of a role in it—that’s where it ends. A little bit. To me, zam’s main issue was the fact that ace kept doing things that didn’t match what he was saying (which is ironic considering zam was doing that during the “breakup” convo. But I think that’s just because zam has always sucked at communication). For example, how ace said that people on yellow didn’t care about him and then he was rude towards another yellow member in a call. And then how that hurts people close to Zam. Going back to that Zam sucks at communication thing, the fact that Zam even tried to express this to pili at all is a big step for him and points a little at how he’s from a future lifesteal season—which is interesting in itself.

Then we have the whole Ace’s “only” attachment being Zam thing. After seeing Ace basically threaten people (like with lukey at the sleepover) and then stop (begrudgingly) when Zam asked probably made him feel like an anchor. And that’s never gone well with Zam (also because of lifesteal).

[millalune]

⋆˙⟡ after the storm - kim sunoo

pairing - fiancé sunoo x reader

synopsis - in which during an argument with sunoo you take off your engagement ring.

word count - 0.8k

It started with a missed call.

Then another.

Then a whole evening gone by without a word.

You sat at the dining table, your phone face-up, untouched dinner plates sitting between two empty chairs. The candles you lit were still burning low.

When the door finally opened, Sunoo stepped inside with a tired sigh, slinging his bag down carelessly. You looked up from your seat.

“Hey,” he said like nothing was wrong.

“Hey?” you echoed, standing up. “You said you’d be home by eight. It’s almost midnight.”

“I know,” he replied, rubbing the back of his neck. “Practice ran long. I didn’t mean to worry you.”

You crossed your arms. “You couldn’t text? Call? Anything?”

He glanced at you, frustration already brewing in his voice. “Do you know how many times I’ve been late like this? And every time, we have this same conversation.”

You felt your throat tighten. “Because every time, I wait. I try to make things nice for us, and every time it’s like I’m the only one who cares.”

“That’s not fair,” he snapped, stepping toward you. “You know how important this comeback is. I’m exhausted too! I can’t be perfect all the time.”

“I never asked you to be perfect,” you replied, your voice breaking. “I just want to feel like I matter.”

He fell silent. The seconds dragged on.

Then he muttered, “Maybe you’re just too sensitive sometimes. You turn everything into something it’s not.”

That did it.

Your heart clenched, breath catching as if he had physically struck you. You stepped back, your hands trembling.

“If I’m too much for you,” you whispered, “maybe we’re not ready for this.”

He blinked, eyes widening. “What are you talking about?”

You stared at your left hand at the ring you had worn with so much love and hope and slowly slipped it off.

“Maybe we rushed into it,” you said, placing it on the table between you.

Sunoo stared at the ring like it burned him. “So that’s it? You’re giving up just like that?”

“I’m not giving up,” you cried, tears now running down your cheeks. “I’m just hurt, Sunoo. And I don’t know what to do when you won’t meet me halfway.”

His eyes glistened, jaw clenched tight. “I need to clear my head.”

He didn’t wait for your response. Just turned, walked to the door, and left.

The silence after he left was suffocating.

You sat on the couch, staring at the ring on the table, every word you had spoken echoing in your head like thunder. You didn’t know how long you sat there minutes, hours, maybe longer. You couldn’t cry anymore. You just felt empty.

You replayed the fight over and over. Wondering if you had been too harsh. Wondering if he would even come back.

Then, just as dawn crept through the curtains, the door opened with a soft click.

You turned slowly, not trusting your hope.

Sunoo stood in the doorway, his hoodie damp from the early morning humidity, his eyes swollen with exhaustion and crying.

He shut the door gently and walked toward you like he was afraid you might disappear.

“I couldn’t stay away,” he said, his voice barely a whisper. “I walked for hours. I kept thinking about your face when you took off the ring, and I hated myself for letting it get that far.”

You stood up slowly, every emotion bubbling in your chest.

“I hated it too,” you admitted. “I didn’t want to take it off. I just felt like you weren’t choosing me anymore.”

He looked crushed. “I am. I always am. I just… I don’t know how to do it right sometimes. I get scared that I’ll disappoint you.”

Your bottom lip trembled. “You don’t have to be perfect. You just have to be with me. Really with me.”

Sunoo stepped closer, gently taking your hand. “Then let’s not do this alone anymore.”

He picked up the ring from the table and slid it back onto your finger, his touch trembling. “If you still want to marry me…”

You wrapped your arms around him, pulling him into the softest, most desperate kiss one that was equal parts apology and promise.

You both cried in each other’s arms for a long time, the weight of the night finally releasing in shaking breaths and quiet forgiveness.

Later, wrapped up together on the couch, your fingers intertwined, his head resting gently on your chest, you fell asleep. The tears had dried, the pain had faded, and in its place was something stronger.

milla’s note - I’m actually upset how long it took me to make a sunoo fic so I made 3 different ones for him who cheered (me!)

@millalune please don’t translate or plagiarize my work!

[kell9rs]

i was talking to my sisters about this and i fear now i need to tell everyone… i LOVE oscar so so so much i genuinely do but i HATE how people are saying that he’s world champion material bec he’s winning in a rocket ship but when lando was winning in a rocket ship EVERRYYYONE had a problem with it last year.. like i don’t get the double standards i genuinely don’t like is it something that people have against the british or…

oscar can do literally anything and people will start praising him like he single handedly resuscitated pope francis but lando will get hate for doing the same thing like??? and i do love oscar, i love him so much but people saying he deserves a wdc OVER lando is also insane to me because lando’s stood by mclaren for SIX years now. he stood by them when they were the slowest car in the sport; he stood by them through everything for six years. he waited for years to have the insane rocket ship they have today and he was probably so excited when he started winning but people hating on him?? just because he’s a good driver???

oscar piastri is an incredible driver. he’s so so incredibly talented but i don’t think we can disregard every accomplishment that lando’s made with mclaren. oscar came into the team when they were already getting close to having a rocket ship which is WHY he got his first win (qatar sprint 2023 if u count it) before lando.

i truly truly believe that had lando been given the mcl39 earlier, he would already have gotten many many wins.

just don’t think it’s fair at all that people are comparing him with osc and saying oh oscar got his first win in only 17 races while it took lando 110 OH MY GOD ITS NOOOT A FAIR COMPARISON SHUT THE FUCK UPPPPPP

i love both my papaya boys but pls stop hating on lando when he’s genuinely done NOTHING wrong it makes me sick to my stomach

[princess-of-the-twisted-path]

I’m sorry, I may just be a bit oblivious but I don’t actually get what you’re trying to imply here 😅 especially because in my mind these are two very different characters.

Mainly because from point one it’s obvious Jason doesn’t want to be doing the things he’s doing which contrasts with max who seems to revel in it and so has a much more stark difference between his terrible behavior and his redemption.

I think it should also be mentioned that (imo) Jason isn’t really a character who gets “redeemed”. (Hear me out!) From my understanding redemption is when you do something truly truly bad, make up for it, and learn to be a better person. Jason barely fulfills the truly bad thing by hanging with max and doing his bidding (but as I said above he doesn’t want to be doing any of it in the first place) but his “redemption” is a bit overshadowed by the fact that he tells Richie that if max ever came back he’d go right back to bullying. Now even though max’s redemption is also overshadowed by a return to his evil doings I think it’s really important to mention that Jason just randomly says he’d return to bullying if max ever came back. Whereas max has a more character reason to make his decent back into evil (mainly getting hurt, and pissing his pants. Which are both embarrassing things and we know he has a problem with his dad humiliating him)

In your tags you mentioned that you didn’t think screen time had to do with this, but I actually think it does. And the reason I think this is because of Kyle. Now idk about anyone else but I often don’t remember much about this character. (I had to look up his name just now.) and to me that’s because he hardly does anything in the show. So it would make sense to me if Jason, who is in the show less than max but more than Kyle, would get less attention from the fandom than max, but more than Kyle. And while I know that people love taking random background characters and making them the fandom favorite. I don’t actually think that Jason really fulfills what a typical fandom wants to see which is mainly toxic sad boys. (Which Jason is not imo. Other than the whole “we’re gonna return to bullying” he’s pretty healthy and happy)

I’m sure there are more in depth reasons but that’s the one that came up to me.

Sorry, not trying to be rude or anything. Just kinda hoping to start a conversation because I’m really curious about this topic! 😊

(edit: I looked back at your tags and saw that this is about race, which is totally fair. I’m not going to claim that isn’t what’s happening here since I haven’t really looked at the fandom from that point of view. Feel free to disregard this entire reblog 😝)

Jason Jepson is literally everything the fandom wants Max to be (kind of dumb, gets redeemed and turns out to be actually really sweet, cares a lot about his friends, makes up with the nerds he bullied, hell he even likes Grace). But yet the fandom still favours Max more. I wonder why that is! Hmmm, I wonder what the difference between these two could be!

[whore-ibly-hot]

Hello! i hope you’re having a wonderful day. i’ve been a fan of your fics for a while especially the Yandere boarding school. You’re writing is always so good and i love your characters sooo much, normally i don’t do oc content but yours is so so good.

I was wondering what the yandere birding schools faculty favorite positions and/or kinks are if that isn’t too much to ask. Thank you so much and i hope you’re having a wonderful day!

Working through older requests for pre-eltingville rn, so I thought this one was perfect!

Mr. Critch- Missionary, for sure. He's a simple man, he wants to come home and have a quiet dinner, then indulge in you that night, the sight of you under him, accepting him. He relishes in the feel of your submission, if you'd just done this sooner he tells you he would have been much less strict. This isn't entirely true, but it's a nice thought.

Before he gets you into a committed relationship, he'd prefer refraining from full on intercourse, but he gets plenty aroused administering a firm smack to your rear, with or without a ruler for discipline, or seeing you under his desk, cleaning the floor like he'd instructed. After, he'll get you cleaned up, and probably dressed in some old, scrooge looking night clothes, before brewing some tea and staying up late, grading or reading. He ensures his desk light is low, allowing him to work while keeping an eye on you, but not disturbing your slumber.

Coach Koslov- He's an athlete, first and foremost, even in his old age. Now, while he may not be in his prime, you are. He wants prone bone, or something that makes you stretch, legs practically behind your head while he pounds into you, or even sex that requires standing up. He'd take you wherever he could, legs around his hips in his office, or against the locker room counter. Either way, it's sure to be a rigorous session.

He keeps it amorous, though. He finds praise to be important in all things, even during sex. He'll whisper all sorts of sweet affirmations in your ear, relishing in the way you preen. If he thinks you're being overstimulated or worked too hard, he'll take up the brunt of the work, whether it being holding you up or lowering your legs a bit and angling himself. His favorite part isn't the sex, honestly, it's the passionate shared shower he has you take after. He can touch and cradle you, and you do the same in return. That's the difference, he doesn't have a post workout high, a rush of competitive adrenaline, he's just comfortable with you, his love.

Mr. Burton- Bro is a FREAK. He's got art books of erotic photography and paintings, which he keeps as coffee table books. To be fair, he doesn't have anyone over but folks from his artist days and you. He wants to try every position you can think of. Despite how refined he is, he definetly has one of those dumb 'position a day' books, and the kama sutra.

He's also (as we can tell) into watching. Let him paint you teasing yourself, watching how you squirm and ask him if you can finish yet. He won't let you, painting takes time, but he's suffering too, cock aching in his boxers behind the canvas and Easel. One of his favorites is sixty-nine, something about balance.

After the fact, he's kind of... goofy? More light hearted than you usually see him. He'll playfully smack your ass and tell you to 'hit the showers' before cringing that he sounds like some jock. He'll make a meal for the pair of you, he doesn't cook fancy for himself, but he's got guests! When you come out, he'll put on some shittt TV comedy and flip through cable. He'd never watch 'mass media trash' usually, but right now he's lost in the laid back domesticity of the moment. He feels like he doesnt have to be a great artist, a critic, and a man of culture in this moment. He can be Mr. Burton, with you in tow.

Mr. Koffman- Also a missionary fan, he's too shy to try initiating anything else. But he likes any position that let's him be close to you. He's also a fan of mutual masturbation, it's even more intimate than touching eachother in his eyes, it's such a private thing.

I've also mentioned he's got a bit of a breeding kink, he wants a pretty little family with you, and he's eager to get you away from the others at this academy and knocked up quick. In truth, he doesn't dislike them, he actually feels they are more right for you, popular and young, with their lives ahead of them. He feels selfish but he can't let you go, and surely you wouldn't leave if he knocked you up? So everytime you have sex, he insists he'll provide condoms, keeping spares in his loft and library desk, after all, he couldn't be sure the ones you bought had holes in them, not like his.

Mr. Murphy- Breeding kink, doggy, and restraints. Simple as that. The restraints is all a part of his ego, he's pretty proud of his orienteering skills, and he's eager to show off his knot tying skills. He'll admit though, tying pretty velvet and ribbon is a lot different than clunky rope. He's had to cut you out a few times. As far as doggy, he likes how animalistic it feels. Pure, practical, and in his words 'doing it like dogs in heat' is the best kind of sex. Besides, gets him deeper than missionary, and he's got a major thing for breeding.

He wants to see you pregnant almost as much as actual kids. You'd look so pretty all swollen up, and if you can't get pregnant, he's sure as he'll gonna try anyways. He also sees it as a claim of ownership, not insecure about the boys at the academy but well aware the nature of your relationship is odd. Surely if he gets you knocked up, then your father will want you swept up to the altar, and he can get his family plan on.

He gets dead tired after sex, he can barely keep his eyes open. He'll clean you up, and himself, but as much as he wants to get you water or food, he can't. He'll pass out, snoring like a bear with you pressed to his hairy chest, holding you close. It's in the morning he realizes how great that all was, whipping up some breakfast in bed and some painkillers for your sleepy form.

[millenniallust4death]

If someone asks you to at least tag your dark content, which by the way, was in fact true crime (as per the blog’s name) despite your claim that it ‘wasn’t’, doesn’t erase the fact that it is, and some people might not be in a place to see that, even if it’s true and therefore a ‘reality check’ as you put it. Not everyone follows you, but Tumblr has been showing more of mutual’s liked posts to others recently. So if I follow someone who follows you, the post might come across my dash despite not following/wanting to see the content you claim you don’t need to tag. It’s common decency. And quite frankly it’s disturbing your friends are supporting that when someone took the time to kindly ask you to at the least, tag something appropriately.

Just because you’re an edgelord doesn’t mean everyone needs to be.

Anon, it’s clear from your chastising words that you don’t like the boundary I’ve set around how I moderate my blog. I am being wrong on the Internet.

However, as Lori Gottlieb explains, "a boundary isn’t about what someone else will or won’t do — it’s a contract with yourself." So, I’m going to keep existing here on Tumblr dot com the way I always have and encourage people to curate their online experience. And I’m going to keep thinking about Katie Pladl’s tragically short life.

This is the final Anon message on this topic I am willing to entertain. If you want to criticize me, then it’s only fair that you own your words like I do.

[bharv]

If I could give one piece of advice for younger people it would be to never get into the pattern of actively shutting down parts of yourself for the comfort of others.

Other people will always take as much as they can from you to ensure their own success. They just will. Some people do it maliciously but honestly more will do it without even realising it, especially if you have poor boundaries in the first place and, in the latter, it’s not even their fault it happens. It’s yours.

If you tell somebody it’s okay when they hurt you, they will say okay! Why wouldn’t they? You’ve not put in any reason for them to think otherwise. Equally if you’re always adapting for somebody else’s comfort, eventually it will become unbearable for you and you might lash out at them in a way that seems completely out of the blue. It’s not fair to you and it’s not fair to them.

I think most people know this but I want to talk about the part of it that’s really devastating which is the longer term effects. If you live like this, you cannot build or grow anything for yourself. If you sacrifice for other’s convenience all the time you will have a piecemeal life made up of conveniences and nothing of your own. And, the likelihood is that in all of that sacrifice for others, they will hold you in a lower esteem. Again, they might not even realise they’re doing it. But you’ll alway be the convenient person, not the one that sticks in their mind. It will affect work, social life, and your relationships. Other people will do things whenever they damn well want and ask forgiveness not permission, and while you’re tying yourself in knots because you don’t want to inconvenience others they will just take you for granted or even forget about you entirely.

Make those boundaries now. Don’t leave it too late like I did.

[lemotmo]

I know a lot of us have said at this point we don’t care how we get buddie canon we just want it because we’ve been waiting for it for so long now. Which fair because it’s been years lol.

I’m not dooming or well I’m not trying to anyway so i apologize if it comes off as such but im curious on your thoughts and if after the last few episodes you’ve changed your mind and become a little more actually yeah i would rather them not do it this way and do it this way instead?

Because for me I was def at the point of I don’t even care how it’s done at this point as long as it’s done but I do believe we have hit a point of yeah actually scratch that I do care.

Because this? If this is how they are going for buddie canon? I can’t say I’m a fan of it. No one is happy. The vibes are completely off. The dynamic between them is off because the show has taken Eddie Diaz main character and turned him into

“This week With Guest Star Ryan Guzman, playing Eddie Diaz, Evan Buckleys Love Interest”

And I just. I don’t want that. I can’t imagine anyone wants that. We know for sure Ryan and Oliver don’t want that. They have said so many times they don’t want Buddie unless it’s with them keeping their dynamic and relationship in tact. And you can not do that when you suddenly sideline one of them and treat them like a guest star love interest. All their development happens off screen. They aren’t in the episode unless it’s to propel the others storyline and then they disappear for weeks at a time again. Moments between them happen off screen.

Idk. I guess congrats to Tim because he apparently did find a way to show me I’m not just a I don’t care beyond it happening after all.

#giveEddiehismaincharacterstatusback

First, I want you to know that I fully respect your views and your opinion here. I don't think you are dooming at all. You are just concerned and disappointed. I get that.

But my opinion is quite the opposite of yours. 🤷‍♀️ Let me explain:

Have they treated Eddie really badly these last episodes? YES! YES! YES! Did I hate the way they treated him? YES!

He should have been notified about Bobby's death. Hell, he should have been in the episode in the first place. They never should have done the Vertigo plot either. It was just one bad idea after another for Eddie.

Eddie Diaz' story has been sidelined for waaaay too long and I HATE it! I've been pretty vocal about it too.

I loved how he seemed to get some focus in the beginning of 8b. I was so relieved to see his storyline progress. I didn't even mind him not being in 8x11, because while he wasn't physically present, he was THERE in everything Buck said and did.

Eddie is my favourite character and I would gladly watch this show just for him and him alone, even if he did only have 2 minutes of screen time last episode. I'm there.

I think the idea behind having Eddie move to El Paso was two-fold:

A. They needed to find a way to get Chris back.

B. They wanted to show us how much Buck missed Eddie and how Buck and Eddie's lives are so intertwined that their friendship never faded into nothing. They were constantly in contact with each other.

They did a good job with that in the first half of 8b, but then 8x14 happened and he wasn't there at all. Now, logically I understand what they were trying to do here. They wanted the audience to wonder if Eddie would ever come back and if he might stay in Texas forever.

The problem is that it was pretty clear from the get go that Eddie was never going to stay in Texas in the first place. Ryan's name was still in the credits, as was Gavin's. There was no exit announcement and in interviews Ryan never said anything about Eddie leaving forever.

So Eddie was always going to come back. Everybody knew this. In that case, why couldn't they find a few seconds to add in someone calling Eddie to tell him about Bobby?

And when he finally did come back, he was only there to eyefuck with Buck, eat crumpets and look gorgeous while a tear was rolling down his cheek.

I do think this was all plotted and planned to make us wonder if we wouldn't only lose Bobby, but Eddie as well. But the execution of the storyline fell flat. No one liked Eddie's absence and everyone was very vocal about it as well. 😋

But I do think the Buddie dynamic and relationship is still very much intact Nonny. I don't see a problem there. I'm sorry. Eddie was only gone for 2 episodes and in the third one Buck picked him up and brought him home. I mean, they picked up right where they left of.

So I can't lie. I'm very happy with this progression. I do expect some more Eddie scenes and development in the next two episodes. I think we'll see more of him then. But as usual, only time will tell if my expectations will be met. 🤷‍♀️

And as for the vibes Nonny? The vibes are still very much there for me. Even in those brief minutes he was on screen in 16, he got to spend those minutes practically glued to Buck's side. They were presented to us as a unit, which I found very interesting.

Their connection and chemistry still has soooo much untapped potential. Their story still needs to be told.

I love Eddie so much and I want to see him achieve the kind of happiness he dreams of. And I do think that finally admitting that he is in love with Buck, a man and his best friend, will set him on the path of joy.

Same for Buck by the way. The man has been looking for love for his entire life. He has been left too many times. It's time for him to recognise what real love looks like, embrace it and just go for it.

These two idiots are perfect for each other.

So yes Nonny, no matter how Buddie begins, I will be sat and I will be there every single step of the way.

It's just how I roll.

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