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[baby-yongbok]

Brainless Baby

Boyfriend!Felix x Afab!Reader x Best Friend!Hyunjin

♡ Genre - Explicit Sexual Content [MDNI]

♡ Word Count - 4k

♡ Summary - "You're the only guy to ever make me crawl"

♡ Warnings - Hyunlix action (mxm), Oral ( m & f rec.), Cum sharing, dom/sub dynamics (sub Hyunjin, Dom Felix & Reader) , unprotected sex, creampie [I think that's all] ♡ a/n - What's a plot? We don't know her. We just know the pure filth that is this fic. Would you believe me if I said that I haven't even seen the SKZ Code with that line that inspired this fic? I'm so behind. Anyway, Hope you enjoy! + reader is depicted as chubby/plus size and is a POC ♡ MDNI

✧ Masterlist ✧

You like to say that you’re the best friend that anyone can have and you think that Hyunjin would agree if you asked him. You’re the type of person who takes pride in helping a friend in need. Someone needs money? You’ll lend them some. One of your friends needs help moving? You’ll lend a hand. Your best friend is feeling stressed from work? You’ll invite him over to fuck you and your boyfriend. It’s simple. 

Ever since you started inviting Hyunjin into your bedroom with your boyfriend, Felix, it’s been a rollercoaster ride. Since you and your partner are more of the kinky type each scene has been an adventure. It can range from simple planned out play to completely unpredictable. Even with you knowing all of that you never thought that you’d see something like this.

"You're the only guy to ever make me crawl." Hyunjin huffed with a smile as he looked up at the blonde smirking down at him. "You're just gonna let him do this to me, princess?"

He looks up at you with a playful glint in his eye. He doesn't hate this as much as he wants you to think he does but it's fun to play along. 

"I don't know I kinda like you on your knees" You kneel to Hyunjin’s level, running your fingers through his hair before closing your fist around the locks and forcing his head back slowly. A groan escapes him.

"Doesn't he look pretty down there, angel?" Felix kneels down to your level so that he's face to face with Hyunjin. "You wanna get up?"

You expected Hyunjin to roll his eyes. You expected him to tell you both that he obviously wants to get up with that annoyed rasp to his voice but he doesn't. He whimpers instead, shaking his head to the best of his ability while he whispers to you both. "I don't "

"You wanna stay on your knees for us? Follow us around on all fours like a pet?" Felix coos, his condescending tone pulls a whine from Hyunjin's throat. The blonde takes his middle and pointer finger and places it under Hyunjin's chin. He tips his head up so that there's nowhere else to look but at him. "You wanna be a good boy for me today, Hyunjinnie?"

 It’s seldom that Hyunjin lets his guard down like this. You and Felix have had this dynamic with him for close to a year now but he’s never taken on the submissive role like this. He’s more of the stubborn type, rolling his eyes and making you or Felix force him into submission but never fully going into the headspace. It’s always just enough to blow off some steam. 

You know that Hyunjin leads a busy life, that’s why he comes to you two. He says that he likes to relinquish control after the long and hard days of doing what everyone else wants him to do. He likes to put a chunk of his trust into the hands of you and Felix but it’s never this much. He never hands it all over. 

When he called you yesterday to set up today's meeting he mentioned something about not wanting to have to think anymore. He said that he just wants to exist and be told what to do, what to think, what to say. He said that he needed a break and that’s exactly what he’s getting.

“C’mere” Felix beckons the raven haired boy with two fingers as he walks three steps in front of him. You follow behind, trailing slowly as you watch Hyunjin follow the younger's orders. “Feeling brainless today, baby?”

Hyunjin shakes his head, no hesitation or thought to what he’s agreeing to at all. “That’s alright.” Felix’s accent is thick on his tongue as he stops walking, turning to the boy behind him with a sweet smile that contradicts all pending action. 

“We’ll take care of you, won’t we angel?” He glances up at you with the same smile.

“Such good care of you. I promise, Hyune.” You pet his head and he melts into the touch. You can’t help but to stare at him, awestruck by how fast he’s fallen into this headspace. He’s never been this far gone before. 

Hyunjin runs his tongue over his bottom lip before sucking the corner of it into his mouth. Felix notices and takes a step closer. His two fingers find a spot under Hyunjin’s chin once again, guiding the eldests gaze to his. “Need something?” Felix runs the tip of his thumb over Hyunjin’s bottom lip, freeing the corner from his teeth. 

“What do you need, pretty boy?” The rumble of Felix’s tone makes you press your thighs together seconds before Hyunjin does the same. Your best friend peers up at you with his big brown eyes glazed in a way that you’ve never seen before. He looks between you two, waiting for someone to decide what it is that he needs. 

“I think that he needs his mouth full, Lix.” Hyunjin nearly crumbles at your feet once your suggestion hits the air. His eyelids flutter shut for just a second as he sucks the corner of his lip back into his mouth.

You step closer to Hyunjin so that he can lean his head on the side of your leg. You watch as his fingers spread and the tips slightly dig into the carpet beneath him in anticipation. 

“Is that it?” Felix blinks down at Hyunjin with a teasing gaze as he slowly slips his finger between Hyunjin’s plump blushed lips. You watch, bare cunt dripping under your skirt as Hyunjin welcomes every bit of Felix’s finger into his mouth. 

The younger exhales a shaky breath as the kneeling boy swirls his tongue around the digit with a light moan. He sucks lightly while mindlessly bobbing his head a bit. His glistening eyes stare up at Felix like he’s hung the stars in the sky. You’re speechless. Wildly turned on but utterly speechless.

 Felix's finger slides in and out of Hyunjin's mouth at a slow, agonizing pace. The younger fights back a full body shudder as Hyunjin gets lost in the action. 

Your hand moves on its own as you watch them. You stroke Hyunjin’s freshly cut hair at the back of his head to coax him further into his relaxed state. 

 Felix's watches with an amused twinkle of satisfaction in his eyes as Hyunjin moans at the pressure of him pressing the pad of his thumb down onto the middle of his tongue. His eyes knit together as your boyfriend slowly pries his mouth open. Felix bends to Hyunjin’s level once again as he slides his finger out of Hyunjin’s mouth and replaces the digit with his tongue. He leans in quickly, pulling your friend into a slow and sloppy kiss.  

Hyunjin’s hand finds your ankle and the tips of his fingers sink into the flesh as Felix explores his mouth. He whines against your boyfriend, moaning and pushing into the kiss with a desperation that you’re not sure that you could ever match. 

A quiet moan slips past your lips as you watch them. Your pulse picks up at the naughty scene unfolding in front of you as you take in every inch of them. Every detail. You and Felix have opened your relationship to help several other friends, you’ve seen Felix dom some of your friends, some of his friends and even some strangers but this feels different. It feels so hot and effortless like he’s been preparing for the day that Hyunjin lets his guard down. 

The feeling of a new hand on the outside of your leg makes you jump, pulling your focus away from the boys in front of you and down to the source.You watch as Felix’s hand trails up the front of your leg, slithering up your calves and tickling the inside of your thigh before it disappears under your skirt. “Fuck.” He rasps, his mouth still semi full of Hyunjin’s tongue.

He nips down on Hyune’s bottom lip as he pulls away, a thin line of spit connects them until Felix turns to look up at you. “Watching us made you that wet, angel?” 

 While Felix is talking to you Hyunjin stares up at your boyfriend with a dazed expression. He’s fucked out, there isn’t a single thought in his head that makes sense. “How about we have this sweet boy taste you.” 

Hyunjin switches the target of his attention. He stares up at you as he sits back on his knees, still on all fours just how Felix wanted him. He almost looks like a cat waiting patiently for its meal. “C’mere Hyune.”

He scoots forward and you lift the front of your skirt to show off your bare cunt to him. He whimpers, squeezing his thighs together once again and looking up at you with watery eyes that are desperate to spill over with tears of pure pleasure. “Stick your tongue out.” You instruct softly and Felix watches it all from behind him. Hyunjin quickly obeys, poking out the muscle over his bottom lip with his head tilted back just enough to see both you and Felix at the same time. 

“Sit on it, sweetheart.” Felix takes your hand that’s not holding up your skirt and leads you forward until your cunt is resting on Hyunjin’s tongue. He moans just as you do, your head kicks back with eyes shut tight as he starts to lave over your swollen bud. The tip of his tongue dips and weaves between your folds sloppily encouraging your well watered flower to spill over his chin as he gets more into it. 

Your moans are echoing through the room and Felix listens to them like music. “Looks like he did need his mouth full, huh?” Felix muses while he combs his fingers through Hyunjin’s long locks.

 Hyunjin's eyes roll back and he lets out a satisfied sigh. “C’mon make my baby feel good.”  Felix fists Hyunjins hair and pushes him further against you. He groans, his nose is pushed up against your pubic mound as he sucks and swirls your clit. 

“Hyune, Hyunjin, ‘m gonna cum.” His thighs press together and his fingers twist and fist at the shaggy living room carpet beneath him. Felix notices it all, he notices everything. From the way that you’re rocking your hips against Hyunjin’s mouth and pinching your nipples over your shirt to the way that Hyunjin’s hard cock desperately twitches in his slacks in a pathetic attempt to feel any friction at all. “Oh fuck fuck fuck.” 

Felix gets behind you to make sure that you stand steady as you come undone on Hyunjin’s tongue. If you were dripping before then you are pouring now, soaking up every inch of Hyunjin’s chin with your sweet water. 

Felix kisses the curve of your neck as you come down from your high and Hyunjin kitten licks and cleanses every bit of you that he can reach. He’s so far gone, so fucking horny that he’s damn near panting for more. He needs more. “That’s my girl.” Felix leads you back and over to the couch so that you can take a second to come down from space. 

He sets his sights back on the cat-like boy a couple of steps away from you. You blink a couple of times in an attempt to take him in. He’s still in his work clothes, a white button up untucked from his black slacks with the first four buttons undone. There are wet spots on his collar and by his buttons courtesy of your dripping cunt. His dick is rock hard in his slacks, straining dangerously against the bulging zipper. It’s practically begging for attention. His hands are in fists and his lips are still wet, so fucking wet. 

“And that’s my boy.” Hyunjin’s hazy eyes nearly sparkle once Felix starts towards him. Your boyfriend grins with a faint chuckle. “She’s so sweet isn’t she?” Hyunjin nods, never breaking eye contact with Felix. 

“Care to share?” The blonde kneels, tipping Hyunjin’s chin up with a single finger before licking up his lips to collect your lingering arousal. He plants sloppy kisses against his lips that Hyunjin struggles to keep up with but tries to reciprocate anyway. “So damn good.”

He leans back, looking your best friend in the eye for a second or two before leaning in and kissing Hyunjin's forehead. His lips linger there for a few moments before he pulls away. “You did so good for her.”

Your vision is clearer now as you watch them from your spot on the couch, cunt still dripping. “Thank you, Hyune.” You coo and the corner of his mouth nearly turns up in a smile but that would require thought and he can’t seem to think right now. 

“He’s gone dumb, baby.” Felix stands, leaving Hyunjin on his knees. “Come.” He beckons him with two fingers and Hyunjin follows, crawling close behind Felix until he takes a seat next to you on the couch. 

“Let’s see if he can go dumb on my cock now.” Felix unties his sweatpants and Hyunjin audibly falls apart just for a second. He moans, bucking into the air as he sits back on his knees. “You wanna suck it? Or do you want me to fuck you?”

Hyunjin bites at his bottom lip, watching carefully as Felix frees himself from his sweats. “I think our brain-dead baby still wants his mouth full. Poor thing, isn’t satisfied yet.” You speak up for Hyunjin, leaning over and patting his head as he waits to have his mouth busy again. 

 “Poor thing.” Felix teases. “Lemme see your tongue.” 

Hyunjin sticks out the muscle just as he did before, perfectly flat over his bottom lip. Felix beckons him closer with a bent finger and Hyunjin leans forward so that he’s no longer sitting on his knees. He’s on all fours again. 

Felix slaps the tip of his cock against Hyunjins tongue with a deep groan. He rubs it back and forth a bit to tease the eager boy as spit drips off the tip of his tongue. “Suck.” Hyunjin acts immediately, wrapping his lips around Felix’s ruddy tip with a satisfied moan. His eyes flutter shut as he swirls his tongue and your boyfriend throws his head back against the couch at the feeling. 

“That fucking mouth.” You lean over, stretching your arm over Felix’s chest and splaying your hand over his toned stomach. 

“Is he better than me, Lixie?” Your boyfriend looks over at you with pinched brows and a fucked out glint in his eyes. The corner of his mouth turns up into a smile as he shakes his head. 

“Close.” He runs his hand up your bare arm, leaving goosebumps in his wake. You don’t take your eyes off of him while he touches you. “But nothing can beat your mouth, baby.”

You lean in with a smile but it melts away once your lips meet Felix’s. He licks into your mouth with a hot desire that you feel right in your core. He moans into you and you swallow it with a greedy thirst for more. More of him, more of Hyunjin, more pleasure. More of everything. 

“Shit.” He rasps against your lips and you pull away to look down at Hyunjin. His eyes are closed as he bobs his head, deep throating Felix every now and then with drool running from the corners of his plump lips and over his chin. He’s more of a mess than before and it’s so hot. So damn hot that you just have to give your cunt some more attention. 

You open your legs wide enough for one of them to almost drape over Felix’s knee and you snake your hand down to where you're drenched for the boys in front of you. Your fingers carefully run over your swollen clit, it’s still sensitive from Hyunjin’s skillful attack but it feels too good to care. “Greedy, baby.” Felix tsks as he pulls you back in for a sloppy kiss. 

Your fingers dip into your cunt and after a bit of playing on your own Felix’s nimble fingers find your clit to show it some attention. You turn into a moaning mess just like Hyunjin. A desperate cry leaves him with each bob of his head. “Fuck, Hyune. Look at me, baby. Eyes on me lemme see em.” 

Hyunjin looks up at Felix with watery eyes clouded with lust and a drooling mouth full of his cock. It’s hot. It’s so hot that you’re shaking and cumming the second that you see him like that. 

Hyunjin whimpers and bucks his hips at the sight of you coming undone again. His straining cock brushes against the couch and it feels so good that he chokes on the throbbing cock in his throat.

 “Wanna touch yourself?” Felix asks, voice raspy with his pending orgasm lingering in the pit of his stomach. Hyunjin moans, blinking up at Felix in a desperate attempt to beg. “Jerk your cock while you suck me off.”  

That’s all Hyunjin had to hear to get his hands to rush down and pop the button of his slacks. The zipper undid itself with the pressure of his cock against it. He moans more wildly around your boyfriend's dick now that he has his own in his fist. He hisses as he polishes the angry tip, nearly choking on spit as he takes a sharp inhale. 

With Hyunjin’s attention split between himself and Felix the younger decides to help the desperate boy complete his original task. Felix’s hand fists Hyunjin’s hair and starts to help him bob his head over him. He speeds up and slows down to his heart's content until his cock is twitching in your best friend's mouth. “Gonna - fucking nut. Gonna fucking cum.”

Hyunjin is damn near crying as he works his cock and Felix’s in tandem. He’s a mess of moaning and groaning. His eyes are rolling back, spit is dripping down his chin and chest while pre-cum paints his throat and his fist. He’s fucked out. Debauched. 

“Ah, shit.” Felix bucks up into his throat, halting all movement as he spills his load into Hyunjin’s mouth. “Don’t swallow.” He grunts his demand through clenched teeth as he rides out his orgasm. He thrusts once, twice, three times into Hyunjin’s mouth before he slowly pulls out. 

“Fuck.” You and Felix hiss at the same time when a bit of cum drips down Hyunjin’s chin. He keeps his mouth closed while he strokes his own cock. He’s waiting for instruction, he’s waiting for you two to say that he can cum. “C’mere Jinnie.” 

He stops touching himself so that he can crawl in between you and Felix on the couch. He looks like a cat again, a desperate little kitty. 

You and Felix both move into him, your fingertips grazing over his skin as you unbutton his shirt further to reveal more of him. Once his chest is on display you lean in and brush your tongue over one of his hard nipples. He always tells you that that does close to nothing for him but the reaction you get from him as you wrap your lips around the bud would deem that a lie. 

“You’ve been so good.” You coo, kissing a trail up over his clavicle and licking bruising kisses into the skin of his neck.

“Such a good boy for us.” Felix fists Hyunjin's twitching cock and he moans into the air, throwing his head back with pinched brows as he twists his fist over his length. 

When Hyunjin leans up to get a look at the way that Felix is jerking him off you both lean in. Your mouths meet in a sloppy and passionate three way kiss that has Felix’s cum leaking from between Hyunjin’s lips and into your mouths. You moan at the familiar taste of Felix’s arousal and Felix moans at the mess spilling over his chin and down his neck.  

Felix pulls away and you take over the kiss, licking up all of the cum you missed and trailing sloppy kisses back down Hyunjin’s neck to collect what the two of you missed. While you're busy with that Hyunjin has his eyes on Felix who is spitting all of the cum he collected in his mouth onto Hyunjin’s cock. The warmth slides down his shaft in a sinful slow mo that makes Hyunjin’s toes curl. 

The lewd squelching of Hyunjin’s cum covered cock fucking Felix’s fist fills the room and you can feel the man next to you start to unravel with desperation. “Wanna cum, Hyune?” He’s nodding violently, moaning while staring over at you. “Here.”

You nod over at Felix and the two of you silently agree to switch. You throw your leg over Hyunjin to straddle his sticky cock while Felix pulls him in for a sloppy kiss. You position his pulsing tip at your soaked hole and he slips right in. 

“Gahh - Fuck. Fuck.” Hyunjin breaks his silence as he pulls away from Felix’s lips and throws his head back with a loud cry. He presses his hips into you, reaching you impossibly deep. “Can’t, can’t. Fuck, baby I can’t.” 

You grind against him, purposely clenching around him to pull some deeper cries from him. “Nghhahhh - Fuck. Lix, can I? Can I cum? Please, please, need it. Need to.”

He’s rambling as you start to bounce over him. He tries his damn best to look over at Felix and beg for his release. He really does try but his eyes just keep rolling back and fluttering shut. He can barely breathe right. His breath keeps getting stuck in his chest until he exhales with a shaky moan. 

“She feels so good doesn’t she? You like her riding your cock?” Hyunjin shakes his head, words don’t make sense anymore. He doesn’t think that they ever will again. He bites his lip so hard that he could draw blood. “Wanna ride mine like that when she’s done?”

“Shit.” Hyunjin hisses and Felix smiles that cocky smile that you seem to find contagious at the moment. “Please, please - gahhh - gotta cum.”

Felix looks over at you and you at him. He winks at you and you take that as your cue. You lean forward, wrapping your arms around Hyunjin’s neck and pulling his messy chest closer to you until he’s flush against you. His arms wrap around your waist as he lets you fuck him, he’s holding on for dear life. His honey skin is tinted red and he’s holding his breath until he hears you say it.

“Cum for us, Hyunjinnie.” A moan rips through him and he’s breathing again. His eyes are screwed shut and his fingers dig into you so hard that you just know that It’ll leave delicious bruises behind. He holds you still against him and starts fucking up into you desperately.

The sound of skin slapping against skin is decorated with your twin moans and Felix watches it all with his hardening cock between his fingers as he strokes it languidly. 

“Ah fuck.” He thrusts into you one last time before you feel him start to fill you up. Ropes of his hot sticky cum fall right on top of the other and collect around his cock that’s still plugging your pulsing hole. You grind against him, helping him ride out his orgasm as aftershocks of it all zap through him. 

“There we go.” You pepper kisses over his face as he pants beneath you, his head rests against the back of the couch and sweat beads and falls from his hairline. You comb back the hair sticking to his glistening skin with a smile. “How’re you feeling?”

“I-” He swallows hard, trying his best to form any words at all. “I’m good.”  

You chuckle, placing a quick kiss on his lips before starting to untangle the two of you. “You need water.” You move to get it once you’re up and Felix watches you walk away with Hyunjin’s cum sliding down the inside of your thigh. 

“You did well.” Felix pulls Hyunjin closer to rest on his shoulder. “Are you done for the day? Are you satisfied?”

The raven haired boy looks up at your blonde lover with that same fucked out gaze. It’s still hazy. Still desperate. “Not even close.” 

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𝜗𝜚 ༘⋆ ⋆˙pairing. stranger! lee heeseung x fem! reader. synopsis. in which you’re starting to give up on life after years of being tormented and bullied ,, and then suddenly he appears. genre. angst ,, fluff. wc. 1503. 𝐥u𝐧a notes ⋆.˚ i was writing this with cigarette daydreams on repeat so now im sad why do i do this to myself. ☹️ <3 🫧 — 𝓵𝗂𝖻𝗋𝖺𝗋𝔂

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you wiped away the tears streaming down your face, but it was a lost cause. the rain was pouring harder than ever, soaking through your thin jacket and leaving you shivering.

school had been unbearable today, as it often was. the whispers, the taunts, the constant reminder that you didn’t belong.

you were the poor girl, the one with hand-me-down clothes and an empty lunchbox. it didn’t help that your family’s financial troubles were well-known; kids could be cruel, and they nitpicked every single thing about you.

you trudged along the sidewalk, the weight of your wet backpack pulling at your shoulders. you didn’t even bother taking the bus anymore. it was just another place where you were an easy target. walking home in the rain was better than enduring more whispers and laughs.

lost in your thoughts as your body shook with every cry, you didn’t notice the sleek black car pulling up beside you until the window rolled down. you glanced over, startled, and your eyes met a handsome boy with big, round bambi-like eyes.

he was sitting in the back seat, looking at you with a mixture of curiosity and concern. his pristine uniform and polished appearance was definitely a contrast to your bedraggled state.

“hey,” he called out, his voice soft but warm over the sound of the rain. “are you okay?”

you wanted to shrug it off, to say you were fine, but the lump in your throat made it impossible to speak. instead, you just shook your head, tears mingling with the raindrops on your cheeks.

the man’s expression softened. “do you want a ride home? you look like you could use one.”

you hesitated. accepting help from someone like him, a rich student from a private school, felt strange. but the genuine look of kindness in his eyes made you nod reluctantly, praying to god that this wasn’t some other sick joke. besides, how could it get any worse?

he opened the door, and you climbed in with hesitation, you felt the warmth of the car enveloping you immediately.

the boy’s driver started the car again, and you sat in silence for a few moments, the tension easing as the heater dried your clothes.

“what happened?” he asked gently, breaking the silence.

“why were you crying?”

you sighed, the weight of the day pressing down on you. “it’s nothing. just...school stuff.”

he frowned, clearly not convinced. “doesn’t seem like nothing. you can talk to me, you know.”

the sincerity in his voice surprised you. you didn’t expect someone like him to care. “it’s just...i don’t fit in,” you admitted quietly.

“people make fun of me because i don’t have nice clothes or money. they make me feel like i’m less than them.”

his jaw tightened at your words, and he looked out the window for a moment before turning back to you. “that’s not fair. you’re worth just as much as anyone else, we’re all human at the end of the day.”

his words made your heart ache. you wanted to believe him, but years of bullying had destroyed your self-esteem. “thanks, uh..” you whispered, not knowing what else to say as you didn’t know the boys name.

he let out a soft giggle as he stuck out his hand to shake yours,

“lee heeseung.”

from that day on, heeseung made it his mission to look out for you. he would find you after school, waiting to walk you home or offer a ride. he became a friend, a protector, and a source of comfort to you.

slowly, you began to open up to him, sharing your hopes and dreams for the future.

in turn, he shared his life with you, showing you that wealth didn’t shield him from loneliness or pressure.

one afternoon, heeseung came to pick you up from school, his usual smile immediately replaced with a concerned frown as he saw the scene in front of him.

two boys from your class were leaning on you, laughing as they made you carry their bags. you were struggling under the weight, your face flushed with humiliation and discomfort.

“hey!” heeseung shouted, storming over. “get away from her, assholes.” he said with an unfamiliar, dark gaze- different from the soft and gentle look he always gives you.

the boys looked up, surprised to see someone like heeseung at your school, his private school uniform almost mocking them.

they sneered, “why help her man? she’s just some broke bitch, don’t concern yourself-“

but before they could continue, heeseung was on them. he grabbed the nearest boy and shoved him away from you, his eyes blazing with fury as he got on top of him and threw punches after punches onto the man begging for him to stop.

“touch her again, say anything or even look at her again and you’ll regret it,” heeseung growled.

“i’ll make sure you’re expelled and sued. you think you can mess with her because she doesn’t have money? think again.”

the boys, realizing they were outmatched, scrambled away, leaving their bags behind. you stood there, stunned, watching heeseung’s chest heave with anger. when he turned back to you, his expression softened immediately.

“are you okay?” he asked, his voice gentle again as he felt his eyes well up with tears as he thought about you having to endure this everyday.

you nodded, tears welling up in your eyes. “thank you, heeseung. you didn’t have to do that- no one’s ever done that for me..”

he shook his head, reaching out to gently touch your shoulder. “of course i did. no one should ever treat you like that again with me around.”

seeing the cuts and scrapes on his knuckles, you frowned as you you took his hand and led him to a nearby bench.

“let me take care of you now, hee.”

you pulled out a small first-aid kit from your bag, one of the few things your mother insisted you carry after she saw you come home with bruises from a bully.

you cleaned his wounds carefully, your fingers trembling slightly. heeseung watched you, his gaze intense but still comforting you.

“why are you so nice to me?” you asked quietly, not looking up from his hand.

heeseung was silent for a moment, then he sighed. “because you’re special, y/n. you deserve better than what you’ve been given.”

your heart skipped a beat, and you finally met his eyes. there was something there, something that made your chest tighten with a strange feeling you haven’t felt before.

“i like you, y/n,” heeseung confessed, his voice barely above a whisper.

“i’ve liked you since the day i saw you walking in the rain. you’re strong and kind, and you don’t deserve to be treated like this when you’re the warmest soul i’ve ever met in all my years of living, i’m so in love to the point where i feel sick.”

tears spilled over your cheeks again, but this time they were tears of joy. “i love you too, heeseung. you’ve been so good to me, you make me feel like life is more than living in agony, you taught me that people can have good in them too.”

he grinned at you with a lovesick look as he leaned in slowly, giving you time to pull away if you wanted to. but you didn’t. you closed the distance between you, your lips meeting in a gentle, soft kiss.

you cupped heeseung’s face as he grinned and wrapped his arms around your waist- not planning on letting you go anytime soon, now and forever.

the feelings going through you were completely indescribable- you know the feeling of watching fireworks go off at a summer carnival at the very top of the ferris wheel? that’s how you felt kissing lee heeseung.

as you pulled back, heeseung smiled, his eyes shining with love and happiness.

“i’m not going anywhere, y/n. you’re stuck with me now.” he said nudging his nose against yours as you giggled.

you felt a warmth spread through your chest. for the first time in a long time, you felt hopeful.

you had someone who cared about you, someone who saw your worth. and with heeseung by your side, you weren’t gonna let the words from your classmates get to you anymore- you knew your worth.

walking home that day, hand in hand, you felt the world around you shift. it wasn’t perfect, and there would still be challenges ahead of you. but with heeseung’s support, you felt stronger, braver, and hopeful.

the rain had stopped, and the sun was beginning to peek through the clouds, casting a golden glow on the path ahead.

you glanced at heeseung, his face resting with a grin and looking content. he looked back at you, squeezing your hand gently.

in that moment, you knew that no matter what happened, you wouldn’t be alone anymore, you didn’t have to suffer anymore.

you had found a friend, a protector, and even something more.

and that made all the difference in the world.

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[lyrifaun]

I’m so tired

Of seeing ads creep in

More and more

Everywhere

Things you paid for ad free? Ads now. Not just one—2 or more, some minutes long. Because someone realized they could charge more for no ads and still make money off you twice.

One more second at a time, one more webpage, one more surface, one more “maybe later,” more and more and more until i cant go two hours outside or online without having some kind of ad shoved in my face, choking out the presence of anything else, anything thats NOT an ad. Like an invasive weed. Capitalist kudzu

The thing is, they don’t even WORK. The more i see an mass-beamed ad I’m forced to watch the more i simply find myself hating whatever the ad is for. The more tone deaf, weird, gimmicky, or badly written it is the more i hate it. The more i never want to buy that thing simply so i don’t ever have to hear its name again.

Like this cant be good for us, right? Why is it ok to subject people to constant advertising? We aren’t made for this. When do we get to have regulations on advertising? At what point does the creep stop?

[stevesnightmares]

Actually, while I'm here, let me also briefly touch on the 33 officials and Mu Qing on the mountain and what my view on it is.

Mu Qing wasn't completely wrong. That doesn't mean he didn't hurt and help humiliate Xie Lian, that doesn't mean that he shouldn't ask for forgiveness or that he's innocent. Just because your actions aren't unjustified, it doesn't mean they also aren't hurtful.

After the first banishment, they were desperate, poor, couldn't get a decent job and the King was sick. The situation was so bad Xie Lian even tried to rob someone and then got so drunk his stupor lasted for two days. Mu Qing, as said before, had to also take care of his sick mother on top of everything else. Now he finally found himself in a very good position thanks to which he could make enough money in an honest way to help both himself, his mother, Xie Lian, Feng Xin, the King and the Queen. Should he have put everything at risk now that they finally had a chance at getting back on their feet?

“But I wanted to solve our current problems before considering anything else! Your parents and my mother, the three of us, who knows how long we would have had to struggle in this quagmire! But I thought that if I went back first, maybe we’d still have a chance—”

There was no winning for Mu Qing, had he sided with Xie Lian everyone would've also turned on him, not only putting his position in danger but also achieving nothing: the 33 officials would not have backed down, the only way to make sure the situation wouldn't get worse was for Xie Lian to leave.

“It wasn’t me!” Mu Qing exclaimed. “I didn’t hit His Highness—I only asked him to leave. Other than that, I didn’t say anything harsh, and I didn’t move against him! They were determined to take over that spiritual land, and it would’ve kept escalating if you didn’t leave!”

After the whole ordeal went down, Mu Qing immediately run after Xie Lian and offered his help because, while he knew why it had to be done, he also wanted to make sure Xie Lian was fine and probably felt guilty.

Suddenly, a hand was extended to him. Xie Lian blinked slowly at it, and his eyes followed the arm up. It was Mu Qing again. He was standing next to Xie Lian with his hand outstretched, looking a little ashen. A long moment later, he asked stiffly, “Are you all right?”

Nonetheless, he kept his hand outstretched. “Come on.”

After Xie Lian refused his help, Mu Qing still found where they were staying and offered his help even if he knew he could've gotten in trouble because his goal was to help both his mother and Xie Lian with the money he had making.

Seeing Xie Lian so quiet, Mu Qing said softly, “I heard you need medicine. I’ll think of a way to get some later.” “Sounds good,” Feng Xin said. “I’ll give my thanks, then. We do need all that stuff right now. Heavenly officials can’t give mortals private gifts, so you be careful too.” Then he shuffled over to Xie Lian’s side and whispered, “I’m pretty surprised that he actually came back to help. I’m the one who judged him wrong. In any case—”

Mu Qing knew what he did hurt Xie Lian and felt bad and guilty and not only apologised but even let Xie Lian take his anger out on him

Mu Qing bowed his head. “I’m sorry.” They’d known Mu Qing for so many years, but this was the first time they ever heard him say those words—it was also his first genuine apology.

“Yes! I was wrong, I admit it, and I apologize!”

[Xie Lian] lost his temper and started throwing the sacks at Mu Qing. White rice spilled across the ground and made a mess of Mu Qing. Nonetheless, the black-clad man only raised an arm to block and held back from making any further move.

Would the moral and right thing have been to stand by Xie Lian side even if it meant making everything harder? Yes. That would've been the most upstanding thing to do, what Hua Cheng would've done had he found himself in such a situation. But that's not how Mu Qing's brain works, how he thinks, and in his own way he was just trying to make the best of a fucked up situation. He found a way to help Xie Lian and his mother and thought that that was the thing he had to hold onto so that they could all get back on their feet. He knew Xie Lian had resorted to trying to rob someone and now he had a way to make sure that something like that wouldn't have to happen again. How could he let that slip through his fingers?

Again, this is about how part of the fandom treats Mu Qing and not Xie Lian, who at the time was mentally unwell and couldn't think straight because of all of his trauma, pain and fear and who was just humiliated and felt betrayed and abandoned by one of his closests friends.

I think when it comes to Mu Qing and how the fandom treats him this is what summarises it best:

"So why can’t you accept hardship as an excuse when it comes to me?”

For everyone else everyone makes excuses and easly understands why the character did what they did, but Mu Qing desperate actions taken during a period of hardship and pain are always villainised and contorted into something ugly and mean.

His actions had hurtful consequences but he had good intentions and immediately went to apologise and make up for it. I understand why Xie Lian at the time and his state wouldn't want to forgive him and told him to leave, but I don't understand why the fandom acts as if Mu Qing is a terrible and unforgivable person who enjoyed hurting and humiliating Xie Lian and only used used him before abandoning him.

[darkficsyouneveraskedfor]

A Place in the Sun 1

Warnings: non/dubcon, and other dark elements. My username actually says you never asked for any of this.

My warnings are not exhaustive but be aware this is a dark fic and may include potentially triggering topics. Please use your common sense when consuming content. I am not responsible for your decisions.

Characters: Nick Fowler

Summary: Trouble in the big city follows you back to your sleepy village home.

Part of the Backwoods AU

As usual, I would appreciate any and all feedback. I’m happy to once more go on this adventure with all of you! Thank you in advance for your comments and for reblogging.

You’ve been to the city once in your life. Your parents were never really well off. Your dad works at the lumberyard, still, and your mom sells some crochet gloves and hats here and there, or tailor a few pieces for the neighbours for a buck or two. It isn’t much but they work hard and you can’t want for much. Life is simple but not unhappy. 

Your second trip to the city isn’t much different than your first. You were a kid then and only came with your dad so he could get new work boots. You don’t remember much except for the very tall people and the honking cars. Now, it’s just as chaotic and you feel just as small, but you’re all by yourself. 

There’s a gathering at the mall. You’ve never been to a mall. They don’t have any of those in Hammer Ford. As you steer the beaten-up Bronco into the lot, you shift the stick and check your mirrors. The cars here are all tiny compared to the mammoth truck you borrowed from your dad. He only let you take it after you filled the tank, and with a little coaxing from your mom. 

You don’t see why it’s a big deal. You’re an adult. You make your own money. Enough to help out. You do what you can with your seasonal pay but they don’t need a custodian at the school when there’s no classes. 

Still, you scrounged enough for the collector’s edition. You pre-ordered and everything. It’s so limited they only let people pick it up in-store. 

You park and shut off the engine. You watch a group of teenage girls giggling as they enter the mall. You should’ve brought some friends but you don’t have many of those. Everyone you knew in high school is married or busy growing up. There is that girl you see now and again, she lives with her grandma, but she’s always got her head down. She’ll see you waving one day. 

You open the door and hop down. As you do, the keys jangle out of your grasp and hit the pavement. You huff dramatically and swing the door shut. You go to grab the keyring but it’s swiped up by someone else. You stand and face the man as he holds them out. 

He’s taller than you and older. You think. He has the boldest blue eyes you’ve ever seen and a shadow of stubble across his square jaw. His hair is neatly trimmed and he wears a dark blue suit with a white button-up. He outshines your brown khaki skirt and gingham blouse. 

“Oh, hi, thank you, sir,” you chime, “clumsy me!” 

He nods and narrows his eyes, “keep those close. Someone else might just run off with the truck.” 

“Ha, this beat up old elephant,” you take the keys and slap the side of the Bronco, “I doubt it, but thank you, sir. I appreciate it.” 

You smile brightly but he hardly seems impressed. More confounded. His mouth slants and his eyes roll to the side. 

“Another piece of advice,” he intones as he leans towards you, “don’t smile at strangers.” 

“Oh, uh,” your mouth straightens, “right. Sorry, sir.” 

His brows rise and fall but he doesn’t reply. He brushes by you and you turn to watch him go. Your ma warned you that city folk weren’t very friendly. You spin back and lock the truck up, taking his warning to heart. You never know and your dad would never forgive you if someone did decide to highjack the rusting beast. 

You head towards the mall and follow a rabble of children with their moms into the air-conditioned space. It’s nice compared to the thick humidity outside. You think back to that man and wonder how he could be wearing a jacket in all this. He must be on the way to somewhere important. 

You look around, your heart pumping as the bright marquees and shining shop windows refract through your lenses. Oof, you didn’t expect it to be so big! You search around, walking along with your knitted purse clutched tight. Oh, a map! 

You go over to the touch screen directory and search for the bookstore. Right, a left and then straight, and another left. You recite the directions to yourself over and over as you continue on. You barely dodge out of the way of your fellow mall patrons as the criss cross the wide hallways and mill outside the booths and windows. 

Finally, you spot the familiar logo of the bookstore. You only really see it on a screen but you know it well. You stroll in through the broad open archway at the front and once more, you’re struck by the flurry of activity and expanse of the space. You trail after a pair of girls toward the service desk, delineated by the floating sign above. 

You bounce on your feet as you join the queue. You overhear the girls talking about the same book you’re there for. You curiously lean forward to eavesdrop and the redhead cranes to glare at you. You retract and give an apologetic look. You weren’t snooping, you’re just excited. 

When it’s your turn at the counter, you give your name and wait. A figure approaches the next till and sighs. You glance up at the sign; Returns/Exchanges. It’s the man in the blue suit. He taps a plastic card on the wooden countertop. 

As the associate searches for your order, you stare over at his agitated expression. He doesn’t seem very happy. His blue eyes drift and he meets your gaze. His cheek dimples in recognition. 

You give a small wave and smile and he shakes his head. He turns back to the till as a woman nears the other side. 

“Back,” he flicks the card up between his fingers, “should be the one I paid with.” 

You return your attention to the order counter. You shouldn’t be so nosy. You’re there to get your book and go. Oh, and maybe a soft pretzel at that place you saw on the way in. It’s a good day and you’re going to enjoy it. You peek over once more as the man snarls at the credit card machine. You hope his gets better too. 

[angelwhofell]

bidding game

warning: all 18+ content, Minors DNI, sex, that's it.

word count: 3.4k

summary: years later when the pinnacle of motorsports, f1 was taken by another company. Things turned pretty dirty after Formula One started to perform poorly with most of its eminent drivers leaving the sport, and it quickly shut down. Toto Wolff the Austrian Billionaire on the paddock is facing financial discomfort, and to regain his position back he seeks help from his ex-coworker who is surprisingly not affected by the bankruptcy he wants to know your methods to keep your financial status comfortable, doesn't matter what it takes to do so...

bold italics : conversations

italics : thoughts.

a/n : I have never taken this long to write a fic. This is legit my first time writing a smut about a real-life person, I went through a roller coaster of emotions while writing it. Honestly speaking I don't even know how it has turned out, I have fumbled quite badly while writing it. I apologize if it's bad.

The dim lights that hung, shimmered in the background, and the crowd hooted across the table right opposite to where Toto sat with a drink untouched for the longest time as his thoughts were drowned in something else. His eyebrows looked furrowed leading to his friend asking him, "So, how are things...now that you don't have any headphones to smash anymore." the chuckle that followed along irked him.

Putting down the glass, he sat upright, and in a low and disinterested tone he spoke, "I would rather leave if you are going to bore me."

"ah wait wait Ich hatte einfach Spaß (I was just having fun)" Arnold spoke in a hurried manner as he managed to settle down Toto. 

 “It’s frustrating Arnold, watching all the money just drain away from me as the day goes by and it’s so hard getting it back.” 

“I can understand, what about the others? How are they keeping up?”

“Nothing better.” Toto leaned back and pinched the bridge of his nose as he let out a frustrating sigh, “I really don’t know what to do, where to go.”

Arnold taking a puff from the lit cigar,”maybe you should seek someone.” he mumbled out. Quirking his brow, Toto leaned in closer to hear out his friend properly, “What do you mean?’

“You know what I mean, partnership, Toto. Maybe take help, and learn. You’re a business guy, you know how it works.” He spoke confidently with a lot of ambiguity causing Toto to confuse himself further. Arnold watched him as he gave no signs of acknowledgment, he sighed and put down the cigar. He scooted closer to him, pulled out a small card he handed it to him.

“Was ist das?” Squinting his eyes, he saw two numbers with a name on top of it. 

A little blurry to his eyes but was able to make it out, “Y/N L/N” he read out, and glanced over the number and both of them were yours, the latter didn’t work anymore but nonetheless it was yours. 

“Y/N?” He asked, Arnold chuckled out quietly, said, “Yes sir. You know the Chief officer of Tec-

“Yes I am quite aware, she was in Mercedes only.” He completed his oblivious friend. 

“Oh” 

He tossed the card on the seat, folding his arms and he said,”What about her?” 

“You know, Forbes has remarked her as an influential person and has a pretty good article, written about her, how she has been able to live up to the financial comfort despite the bankruptcy.- pausing he took out his phone, searched it on the internet then shoved the phone right in front of Toto’s face with the article opened in front of him.

-she is doing pretty good.”

“So what am I supposed to do with that?”

“I am suggesting that you should go and talk to her, get her help maybe.”

Toto chuckled, shaking his head “No no, not happening. I am not taking her or anyone’s help.” You had left Mercedes five to six years back just four years before formula Race had declared its bankruptcy. He got up, wanting to leave the bar. 

Arnold, following him, “Why not? Do you feel threatened if you ask your junior?” A genuine question yet that wasn’t Toto’s main concern, his male ego wasn’t fragile. 

A slight stammer followed as he responded to his friend,”I haven’t been in contact with her for years and if I suddenly showed up at her doorstep for help, it wouldn’t be nice.” He hummed in agreement, “But then again, you two were pretty close, like minds. So think about it.” With that Arnold took his leave first, leaving toto in the bar.

-

A week and a half went by, toto spends most of his time in his home right now. At this moment, he was staring out into space with a lot of thoughts filling up his brain. One of the major things was the card dangling between his fingers, staring constantly glancing back and forth at it, contemplating whether he should ring you or not. He still had your number, but it had been years since you both had contacted each other since there wasn’t any need. 

Yes, the media and others in the paddock did think you two had a good friendship but that was just him being a good boss to you as well as a little fun outside the office and you being totally loyal to the team. After you resigned, the team slowly started to fall apart, Toto majorly blamed himself for letting you go which led to him keeping out of touch. 

The impulsiveness hammered his brain which led him to ring you after a long time, he could hear the phone ring, it rang for a long time, probably you were busy, asleep, out? Or perhaps after seeing his name pop up, you didn’t want to pick up the call. All these thoughts were making the old man feel nervous and second thoughts if he had made the right decision to give you a ring.

But there you were, as predicted, sleeping quite peacefully until the phone kept on the bedside table rang louder than your snoozed alarm, you tossed and turned, groaning and you finally grabbed the phone from the table. Grumbling, you squint your groggy eyes to take a proper look at the caller id

It was an unknown number.

You had almost swiped down to cut the call, but that day you chose to pick it up and cuss the person who woke you up from the sweet slumber. “Hello” your voice sounded hoarse, so you coughed it out to sound clear.

Toto stood up straight on hearing your voice, “Hey Y/N” he spoke softly.

The voice sounded so familiar, you knew this person. You started to recall all the people you knew and were alive whilst saying, “yes?, who-

Toto quickly cut you from completing the sentence, ”It’s To-

“Omg is that you, Torger?” Suddenly you had the power to open your eyes fully and sit up properly on your bed. “How could I forget- Es tut mir leid, das ist mein neues Telefon. Ich habe nicht alle Nummern gespeichert. (I am sorry, this is my new phone. I don't have everyone's number saved.)”  you quickly sputtered out every word, apologized, not realizing that he didn’t hear a single thing you mentioned except that you called him Torger. 

After a long pause, he responded, “keine Sorge (no worries), so um how are you doing?”

“I am fine, how are you? Still in Monaco?” Toto only hummed in response. Soon an awkward silence followed after you spoke, clearing your throat you continued to speak,”So, what reminded you of me?” 

“Oh um nothing much, just thought of catching up with some old friends.” 

You smiled to yourself, knowingly, surely this guy wanted something. He would never consider you his friend, and suddenly you are one of his old friends, sweet. But you chose to play along with it.

“Oh Toto, why don’t you come to my place tonight?” You asked so sweetly how could he choose to refuse, he was a little hesitant but wasn’t having second thoughts of declining the invitation so he just said ‘yes’.

-

The sun set early and the sky twinkled with little stars and night lights. The road bustled with heavy traffic as Toto drove patiently around the corners of Monaco’s street.

 Amidst the noise of the charming city, in a quiet neighbourhood, your mansion was lit up with little lights, mostly the huge garden that surrounded the house. You worked on your hairstyle as you tried to match it with the dress that you wore. A golden satin frock that just lightly grazed your thigh with a flattering amount of exposed skin. After a lot of effort you let your hair stay loose, with a red lipstick adding charm to your outfit. 

At a sharp 7'o clock, the doorbell rang and you walked quickly to get the door. You greeted the man with a big smile, and a little gasp escaped from your lips on seeing the huge bouquet of lavender in his hands. His eyes admired your outfit, mostly you.

He held out the bouquet to you with a tint of smile on his face. “Ah these are lovely, thanks toto. Come- come inside.” Ushering him inside your house, you made him sit while you poured out the wine in the glass. Strutting your way to him, you took your place right beside him, and holding out the glass, you spoke, “So, how is everything?”

“Well-

The night filled with little chats and deep talks, from talking about business to bitching about your old friends/colleagues made the time pass so quick and both of you didn’t even realize that it was 9pm and yet, Toto didn’t strike up the topic he wanted to talk to you about but you were adamant to make him say. 

The glass of wine was switched to vodka, making the Austrian slightly light headed but held a good amount of consciousness, he poured down the last bit of vodka, the slight spice and sweet taste burned his throat but nothing burned more than his pair of eyes that was etched on your satin frock. You could easily notice his eyes glancing back and forth yet always glancing back to your naked legs then to your eyes. Scooting a bit closer to him, on the sofa, you initiated the conversation, “so, what actually brought you here, Torger?”

He didn’t beat around the bush either, “I needed your help.” you were correct with your intuition. Without interrupting him, you heard what he had on his mind then he ended it with a question, “But I can help but wonder, what do you actually do to gather all that- plus you know it’s good you have been tagged as one of the most influential women.” 

You let out a big roar of laughter following his sentence, pouting your lips in a rather mocking way as you patted his shoulders. Carefully you placed your right hand on his thigh, where your legs grazed against his pants, he glanced down then right at him. He sat still, and didn't move. “You wouldn’t wanna know, certainly I don't do something that should be influential.” He looked confused, “But Forbes- 

“I paid them, you can take a guess,” you said, as you leaned onto his shoulder, with a mischievous glint directed at him. He blinked thoughtfully, his movements momentarily paused when he finally realized what you meant, "You don't mean- you are a-? Mustering up the courage "you film yourself. Don't you?"

The smile never left your face, you fingers toyed lovingly around the curls of his hair, "You are smart."

He had noticed your movements, and the close proximity between the two of you could be clearly closed further if he moved further yet he looked at you, with different emotions splayed on his face, confusion, soothing...or lust. So he didn't complain, he was enjoying it. "but why" he murmured, his gaze dawned upon your lips and then back again to you.

"who can miss out on a good sex and money?"

You said nonchalantly, shrugging off as if it was normal. "Would you?" you asked so softly, and innocently that Toto's mind had almost seemed foggy due to all this. The leg that touched his, was now on top of his left leg. His breath hitched slightly, and inhaling sharply, he uttered "Would I what?"

"fuck, for good money. A million or more per video?"

he was hesitant before he worded out his next sentence carefully, "So, are you a star?" That was the safest term he could come across. You almost chuckled at his words, and your legs almost tugged onto him tightly, a little would land you on his lap.

"Nah, not really, just did three or four of those with my ex, with the help of AI I made some more, so I need not do it again and again."

he seemed impressed, "smart." You shifted your lips closer to his face, the hot breath kissed his cheeks, spreading a blush across the face, "I am an engineer. So I know my stuff" He sat still, stuttering slightly, "yo-you are a little close."

"Is it bothering you, Wolff?"

"no." He wasn't hesitant with this and so weren't you. You took a chance and scooped up on his lap, the sly smirk on your face was still on as his eyes widened a bit then smiled to himself. Leaning in you pressed your lips on his nose, the red mark stained on his skin. You could hear his labored breath, as he kept his gaze intact on your movement. He placed his hands around the side of your hip, a little lower, and pulled you closer to him.

Your hands snaked around his neck, tugged onto his hair, and pulled him into a rather deep kiss. He was quick to respond by kissing you back with hunger bottled within him, that was now unlatched. You straddled slowly, moving your hips closer to his clothed cock, which now strained against his pant. He could feel you against him so closely, that he pressed onto your lips harder, biting on your lower lips as he bucked his hips slightly which made you gasp and pulled away from him.

With a heavy breath, you said, "Grab that camera- behind you."

He smirked, "How much do you want, this time, schatzi?" He muttered against your lips, "You're my guest, bid on it." You played along.

"$4 million"

Your eyes widened at that, you had never met such an amount in a single video. He is mad. But at least you will get to fuck him.

"What if we make that much, then?"

"I get to make another one with you." "And if we don't-

"Still another one, so we can get 4 million in that one." You smiled, this guy was feral on another level. "You fucking pervert." You laughed, holding his collar you pushed him down on the sofa and sat upright on top of him. He panned the camera directly before you, as you tugged on his pant buttons and pulled it down. You wrapped your fingers around his cock and directly, without any warning slid it inside your mouth. Hot and wet, Toto left a guttural moan, his hips bucking up and hitting the back of your mouth. Swirling your tongue around it, as your pressed kisses on it whilst sucking on it, his hand loosened on the camera, as he held your head tightly while his eyes shut close and lips slightly agape, panting. "fuck- Y/N-

Your eyes glistened as you looked directly at the camera, but your eyes looked past it, at him, his face, who was slightly sweating and with his heavy breath making his chest pump up and down, made you wet. You moved your fingers quickly as you sucked on it with your saliva ticking down your lips and his cock. He clutched your hair tightly as his cock pulsated inside your mouth. Feeling him getting closer you took it out, earning a groan from it. "What the- Taking a look at your sly smirk, he promised to wipe that off by the time the night ends.

You moved up and placed yourself on his cock, rubbing against it, slowly and painfully, you placed your hands on his chest and took it inside you without a warning. "Oh-my-god-

His hands were placed around your neck, thumb pressing tightly against it as you rode him. His hip bucked as you pressed down on him. The straps of your frock fell out, his hand slithered down and molded his hands around your tits, squeezing them. He straightened up, and placed the camera on the high chair beside the sofa, lens directed at you as he held you closer to him. His lips attacked the nape of your neck, assaulting them as he took the skin between his teeth and left a mark on it, your hands grabbed his biceps tightly, moaning out his name in rhythm, "fck fuck fuck- oh god- . Your cunt clenched against his cock, pistoning inside the walls, as your thighs quivered from the sensation of his lips on your nipples, sucking on it and occasionally biting it. "Schatzi, du bist so hübsch. I could fuck you all night." He could feel you getting close as he tightly clutched on you and pushed you down on the sofa.

You gasped at the sudden change in position. He held one of your legs on top of his shoulder and the other around his waist. He leaned down, pressing his sweaty forehead to yours and latched onto your lips, and kissed the side of your lips, chin, and neck all while his cock throbbed inside you. His hands gripped your thigh tightly as he pressed down his cock deep inside you, the moans were music to his ears. His heavy breaths and occasional groans sent a pulsating sensation down your body, "fucking hell-yo-you are amazing."

Your legs tightened against his waist, as his hands pressed down on your stomach. Your head arched back on the sofa as it you could feel yourself getting closer. Toto smirked, he knew you were, just so as you were close, he took out his cock making you moan out.

The pre cum smeared on his cock as he held you around your waist and turned you around, pressing you against him, He took off your frock, admiring your naked physique. His finger grazed on your naked back, creating sparks as he kissed on your shoulder, earning low moans from you. With a bit of your shoulder, he grabbed your breasts and pushed himself inside you, making your back arch against his strong chest.

His biceps hugging you stomach and he kept sucking your skin like a vampire. "Fuck- so good so fucking good for me mmh." He mumbled against near your face slowly gaining pace.

Your hands grabbed his head as you brought his face to the side, glancing to the side, you saw his glistened with lust as you moved towards him to capture his lips. He kept hitting the spot, as your back arched further. His hands moved down and pressed his finger against your clit, rubbing it as you bit your lips. Your moans vibrated against his chest he got faster, your breath became unsteady with every hit, and a tight knot started forming inside your stomach. The sloppy sound of sex made you sweat and pant in heat, as it did the same for him. But his mind was too clouded with you to think of anything else.

He felt you mumble something, "'mh pull out" He frowned, his upper lips curved upwards in a slight sneer, "Baby' no, you are going to love it." he said in a voice, a different than what she had ever heard from him. But he continued, "You're gonna be fed with every last drop of my seeds until it drips out of you." and kept pushing his cock, until he completely coats your wall.

"4 million, remember?" The last words felt deaf to your ears as the sensation building up inside your stomach piles up rather quickly, as you felt an electrifying intensity flowing through your veins, cumming all around his cock. Toto groaned as his cock twitched inside you, feeling the tightening of the wall around him. He gripped your legs too tightly, and pulled you as close as he could, as he came, with his hot seeds coating your womb. You whimpered weakly, he kept moving until he slowed down and pulled out, his cum slowly seeping out of you, as he promised.

Your back hit his chest as both of you breathed heavily.

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one week later.

you switched on your computer, opening your way to the dark web, and you looked up for your account. Your eyes widened at the amount of views the video had,

half a billion? fuck-

People had paid 60 bitcoins to download the video or get a cassette version of it. You leaned back on the chair, 60 bitcoins, which almost equates to $3.5 million.

damn fuck-

but wait, it's not $4 million.

so that means- a quick smile spread across your face as you quickly opened your phone, opening the dial log you ringed Toto.

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@tchaikovskymacy

@susiewlff

@omgsuperstarg

@onlyfortotofans

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004: softness vs. survival

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on the steps in front of the bakery, there’s a shared silence between you – he finishes the pastry you gave him. you enjoy his company.

it smells like dew and fresh bread.

“how much do you owe?”

“out of everything you could ask me, that’s what you choose?”

he licks jam off his thumb, and catches you getting distracted. “what else would I ask? for your number?” coy.

you look away. “I guess not.”

“why’d you leave without saying? I would’ve made you breakfast.”

“I wouldn’t have let you. plus I needed to get outside. my… ex, texted me. jeez. sorry. tmi.” you’re grimacing.

if he’s bothered, he doesn’t show it. “boyfriend?”

“of 3 years, yeah. douchebag ended it over text, told me not to spread the news because it would make him seem like a jerk.”

eye contact. whether or not it’s pity, you take the opportunity to admire. his eyelashes are long; if you squint enough you notice the speckles of green in his irises.

“ass”

“..what?” you snap out of it.

“he seems like an ass.”

you bite back a smile. “i… that’s one way to put it.”

“there’s no way I’m not paying you for that pastry, if you must know. if you keep giving freebies out, how are you gonna pay the debt you won’t disclose to me?” half-joking, you assume. why does he care so much about the money you lose?

“it’s a lot of money.” you think about telling him.

“didn’t ask that.”

“3 million yen.”

“…oh.”

“suna—“

“call me rin.”

“okay. rin,” you suck in a breath. “I’m perfectly fine with how I manage my finances now, thank you very much, and I sort of owe you.. for.. the other night.” you close your eyes, kicking yourself in your head. why’d you say it like that? made it sound like you did something else..

you’re about to apologize, but he laughs, “I was just trying to have a conversation with you, not become your accountant—“ you open your eyes.

he wanted to say

“you have the sun inside of you and it’s not just smiles. you have an internal being that shines so bright it’s taken my heart in one single night—a childlike spark I hope you’ll never lose. you’re a walking love letter that I will never open out of the fear that I’m falling for you harder than I’ve ever wanted to fall for anyone else. I hope you open that letter. learn to love yourself and heal from the things you don’t speak about. I hope you find someone who brings out the softness in you, not the survival. you deserve that and more.”

instead he said “—and no problem. you’re worth the trouble.”

but that was enough for you. enough for you to feel the same way about him. about each other, yet say nothing about it.

“I need your number if you wanna text. we’re heading back to tokyo today.” rin adds.

“okay. tell the miyas I’ll miss them.”

mentally, he replaces their names with his.

“I will.”

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author’s note: my musicals phase is making a comeback bc tell me why this took me 2 hours instead of the 20 minutes it shouldve took? (hamilton soundtrack start to end, half of the heathers soundtrack, i watched a bit of newsies & watched a cover of eurydice’s parts in hadestown BC ITS MY DREAM ROLE IM SUCH A THEATRE KID GOODBYE — or gretchen from mg)

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[midnightloversmusic]

Hey! Could you do poly!marauders where the reader gets a new piercing and maybe the boys accidentally hit it and like help clean it and stuff? Thank you <33

Hii, love! So I kinda strayed off a little from the request and didn’t realize it until it was too late. I hope this is still somewhat what you were hoping for! (The piercing I chose was a septum because it’s the only piercing that I actually have lol)

I hope you enjoyyy, mwah<3

Masterlist

All three of the boys are gathered in the kitchen fighting over the correct way to make a salad. If it were anyone else who just walked in on the argument, they’d think the boys were being serious. You know they are just being silly. Their arguments are usually about nothing important and get heated quickly, but fizzle out soon after.

Yesterday Sirius had taken you to a tattoo and piercing parlor that he went to the last time he got a tattoo. You had been wanting to get a septum piercing for a while, but never had the time and you just couldn’t justify spending the money. Sirius however had noticed. He saw you longingly staring through piercers windows, eying septum rings at jewelry shops, and scrolling aimlessly through Pinterest just to stop and stare when a picture of someone with a nose ring popped up. He had got James and Remus together to tell them he was going to surprise you with a trip to the tattoo parlor to get it done, and they couldn’t agree more. You deserved it.

Now the actual piercing didn’t hurt to get done. Sirius said you didn’t even flinch when the needle slid through your skin. But god did it hurt now. It would be bearable if you could just stop touching your nose. You swear you didn’t have to wipe your nose this much before you got it done, or at least you didn’t notice if you had to. Now every-time you feel your nose get runny you have to brace yourself to get a tissue and gently sweep below the piercing and clench your jaw at the burning sensation that occurs when you accidentally hit the ring.

That’s what’s happening now. As the boys continue to fight their aimless argument over salads, they know they are going to go with James’ recipe because it’s the best, but are too stubborn to admit it. You walk behind the counter to grab a tissue and prepare for the inevitable pain that will come with blowing your nose.

before you can properly lift up the tissue you hear James say

“What do you think Y/N?”

The question caught you off guard seeming as you had stopped paying attention to the conversation ages ago.

“I think you are all being silly, I love all your salads equally. Pull some straws or something”

You don’t even have time to feel bad about the little white lie told when your mind betrays you by going autopilot and blowing your nose the regular way. This would have been fine, splendid really if it had happened just a few days before, but now with your fresh piercing it feels like a punch to the face. the boys seem to realize this at the same time as you because Remus’ face turns into a grimace, James let’s put a hiss, and Sirius puts his hands up as if he can stop your movements from across the room.

You all flinch at the same time. Your eyes immediately water and you lift your hand to gently cup your nose as you double over and let out a muffled

“Fuck.”

“Lovie now why would you do that?”

James asks in an almost heartbroken voice. As if he was the one in pain.

“because you distracted me, that’s why.” you snap out, but immediately feel guilty for saying. It’s not James fault you just fucked with a fresh piercing.

James doesn’t seem to mind as he comes closer and lifts your hand away from your nose to inspect it. Remus and Sirius also make their way towards you to lend out their comfort in the form of soft touches and pitying words.

Once the pain subsides you consider continuing the act. The boys were being so soft with you and there’s no harm in a little lie. Plus it will make them forget about who they’re choosing to make the salad tonight and give your ears a much needed break from their bickering.

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the master heist

con artist!bucky barnes x reader

bucky wants you to help him get his money back from an old friend.

warnings: violence, light manipulation, kind of dark bucky, based off of seb's movie sharper!

word count: 2.5k!

"What the hell do you want with me?"

You hadn't even learned the man's name yet. He picked you up off the side of the street after a very public and very loud fight and breakup with your now ex-boyfriend. He pulled up in a Mercedes, walking out, grabbing your duffel bag of personal items. He tossed it in the backset, waving you, telling you to come on in. So, you did. It wasn't like you had anywhere else to go.

"What's your favorite movie?" He asked, ignoring your previous question. He was making himself a drink, holding an empty cup to offer you some. You shook your head.

"Uh," You hesitated, "I guess maybe Jurassic Park?"

The man raised a brow, coming to sit next to you. You tensed at his presence. "Yeah, good plot. Stupid people,"

"Very," You mused softly. "Why would you even want to go to a theme park with real dinosaurs?"

"And that man who died at the beginning?" The man nodded.

You turned your body closer to him, "Yeah, it was so stupid."

"I wouldn't know, I've never seen it." The man suddenly said. Well, wasn't he just full of surprises?

The drink in the man's cup swirled as he set it down. "You've never seen it." Your words came out less of a question, and more in disbelief.

"I'm not really a movie guy," He hummed. "And that's what I'm going to teach you."

Your eyebrow dipped up in confusion. "I'm sorry?"

The man gave an annoyed sigh, "I make people believe I'm someone else to get whatever the hell I want."

"So," You paused, shaking your head in disbelief at the current situation you'd gotten yourself in. "You're a con-artist?"

"No," The man replied, "I'm like, an actor, you could say. I'm not hurting people or anything."

Well that was weird. "I never said you did," You argued back. The man rubbed his chin with a chuckle at your reply. "What? Did I say something funny?"

"You've got fire, I like that." He acknowledged. "What's your name?" You told him your name, he nodded, mouthing it like he was getting used to saying it. "I'm Bucky. Look, I need some help. I can't always get the.. customers I need. That's where you come in."

That made you wonder what kind of gig this was. "What's in it for me?"

"Free place to stay, share of money, someone to cook for you," Bucky listed. "Want me to carry on, or do you get it?" Bucky's tone wasn't condescending, nor was it full of malice.

"Why me?" You questioned. "You don't even know me. Also, how do I even know you're a safe individual? You could be, like, some murderer who wants to sell my parts on the black market."

Bucky chuckled at your words. "One, I don't murder or even consider the black market as a viable option for my work. Two, I'll give you every proof of identity I have, hell, I'll even let you run a background check." Bucky paused, giving you a smile. "But, let's be honest, where else do you have to go?"

He was right. You didn't have anywhere else to go. Bucky was your only option as of right now. Plus, you'd be making an income. "Alright," You sighed. "I'll help you."

"My name is Avalon DeClain, I was born in Mississippi, moved to Pennsylvania when I was six for my dads work." You recited. "I majored in chemistry in college, Penn State, graduated top of my class. I have a dog, Sydney, a german shepard. I'm single and my parents died when I was in high school."

Bucky smirked, "What year did you graduate?"

"Class of '16," You replied. "Graduated college early by a year in '19."

"You're doing better than I thought," Bucky smiled honestly. "Really, good job."

You smiled at his words, a small rush of heat going to your cheeks. "Thank you," It had been a month and a half since you started living with Bucky. As promised, he took care of you. He was teaching you all he knew.

"What do you say we celebrate tonight?" Bucky offered.

"Celebrate what?" You asked, your knees pulled up to your chest as Bucky stood up to grab some drinks for the two of you. "Is it your birthday or something?"

Bucky laughed, "No, not my birthday. Just," Bucky sucked in a breath, "A celebration of your wild achievements. I'd say you're graduating top of my class."

"Well, I'd sure hope so." You teased as Bucky walked back over. He handed you a glass of champagne, his own filled with a dark wine. "I am your only student, after all."

"And still my best work," Bucky clinked his glass with your own as you both took sips.

For a while, the both of you talked and drank. Somewhere in the last month, you had gotten Bucky to actually open up. He told you about how he grew up doing this life with some friends. However, he refused to speak about one in particular; Steve. Tonight, things seemed different though.

"Look, we've been doing small stuff," Bucky started, his tone becoming more serious. "You're perfect at the small stuff. But, I haven't been honest with you, doll."

"What happened with him?" You cautiously asked, ignoring the burning of your cheeks at the nickname

Bucky's eyes widened for a moment, his face then relaxing as he released a breath. "I knew you were intuitive." Bucky sighed, rubbing his face with his hand. "Steve was my best bud. We did, well, everything together. Until, well, one big job we found." You nodded, urging Bucky to go on. "It was some old guy, Richard. We both decided to become his assistants until he passed; he was old as rocks, if not older. After he passed, Steve and I said we'd split the money. It was around ten grand each. I guess the old man also had grandkids."

The look on Bucky's face almost broke your heart. "He took it all,"

"Not just that," Bucky continued. "He tried to get me fucking arrested. Damn good thing I was friends with one of the cops."

"So," You began. "How are we getting him back?"

Bucky's face was a mixture of relief, joy, and passion. "I love that fire in you," He sighed contently. "Tomorrow night, Steve's going out on his annual celebration. Something to do with his work successes?" Bucky wasn't sure. "His actual job, conning is a side for him."

"All right," You reassured. "I'm ready for this. What's our plan?"

"You're gonna flirt with him," Bucky explained. "He doesn't have a type, just pretty girls with short dresses. You're gonna explain how you need money for grad school, and of course he's gonna give it to you. He prides himself on being some social saint or whatever."

This plan felt way too easy. "That's all?" You remarked. "That feels.. too easy."

"Steve's girlfriend, Natasha," Bucky sighed, "She's gonna be up his ass all night. You gotta find a way to get her out of there."

You internally cringed. Great, that was significantly harder than before. "What's she like?"

"I really don't have a single clue," Bucky huffed out. "That's the one flaw of this, which is why I need to be sure you can do this."

Bucky looked nearly defeated. It was obvious he needed your help, he couldn't do it without you. "I promise you," You grabbed Bucky's hands. "I can get you that money."

No, you thought. I can get you even more.

Bucky had no way of checking in on you to see how things were going. He left his full trust in you to not fuck this up. You could see it in him all day; he was stressed. His hand kept running through his hair, he couldn't stop tapping his feet against the wood floor.

You walked into the bar, a smooth, tight, black dress on, red heels to match. You looked around for a moment, seeing if you could spot Steve.

It really wasn't hard to find him, bright blonde hair, a boisterous laugh that was actually really cute. That was definitely the man you were looking for.

Bucky gave you a script to follow. Steve once knew a guy, Howard, back from high school. The two had zero connection now, but good old Howard was your way in.

"Excuse me," You asked, walking up behind Steve. He and Natasha both turned around. "Are you Steve Rogers?

Steve gave a smile, "Yeah, that's me. You are?"

"Oh, I'm Avalon." You reached out your hand to Steve which he shook. You followed the same action with Natasha. "I'm good friends with Howard."

Steve slapped the counter with joy, "Howard! I remember that son of a bitch. How is he?"

"Great," You smiled. Natasha scooted over a seat, letting you sit between the two. "He's got a wife, good job."

"That's great. I always liked that guy, such a good man. He deserves a great life." Steve gushed as you awkwardly smiled in return. You ordered a drink as Steve rambled.

You shyly began to comb your fingers through your hair as Steve subtly checked you out. "He was actually the one to tell me about you. He thought, well, maybe you could give me a hand."

The bartender slid you the drink, one you failed to catch as it spilled all over the front of you. Both Steve and Natasha gasped. "Oh my god! Oh, that'll never come out." Natasha gasped.

Steve quickly grabbed napkins to help you try and sop some of it up. "Are you okay?"

"Perfectly fine, just a ruined dress. I just bought it, too." You whined. In reality, this was all a part of your perfectly made plan to get Natasha out of there.

"Sweets, I'm gonna run home and grab her a new dress. We only live fifteen away and there is no way I'm letting her spend the rest of the night in a ruined dress." Natasha fell for the bait. This was perfect.

You quickly feigned guilt, "Oh, no. Please, it's really okay."

"No, I insist." Natasha said as she stood up, grabbing her belongings. "I'll be back as soon as I can, Stevie." Natasha left a small kiss on his cheek and rushed out of the building.

"I'm so sorry about your dress," Steve said, eyeing places it did not spill.

"It's fine, really." You said.

Steve was not subtle with checking you out anymore. "So, what was that favor Howard said I could help with?"

"Well," You bit your lip in a fake shame. Steve was quick to use his thumb to remove it from your teeth. "I have a pretty lousy job. I have this shitty apartment and a dog to take care of. I'm still paying off student loans, and I need to get my masters to get a decent paying job," You falsely admitted to Steve, batting your eyes at him as you sighed deeply. "I just.. can't afford to live. I'm eating a meal a day to afford dog food and groceries. Howard said that maybe you could help me out?"

You'd never seen a man nod quicker than Steve in that moment. "I'll do you one better. I'll help you pay off those student loans and get yo you paid off for grad school."

A gasp left your lips. To Steve, it was shock of his kindness. In reality, it was shock your plan worked. "Oh, God no. I couldn't ask for all of that. I was just gonna see if you wanted my dog-"

"Anything for a friend of Howard." Steve shook his head. "How do you want the money? Actually, no. Let me give it to you cash. You don't need to pay more taxes from that." You didn't even notice Steve had a briefcase with him. He opened it, leaving you in shock. You'd never seen so many hundred dollar bills stacked together before.

Steve counted out some stacks, making a pile. "I'm just gonna spit this half with you. Should be, ah, about maybe twenty grand?"

Your eyes almost popped out of your head. "Steve, I really couldn't-"

"Please," Steve scoffed. "I could make this money back in a day. I insist, you deserve a beautiful life for a beautiful woman." Steve's hand rested on your cheek as he thumbed it over softly. For some reason, his touch made you uncomfortable. All you really wanted was Bucky.

"I appreciate this more than you know." You sighed, leaning into his touch. "Thank you, Steve."

"It's no problem, sweetheart. Here, use this to carry all that in. We don't need you getting robbed." Steve handed over a large pouch from the case, shoving the money in it. "Get home safe, and give me a call sometime."

You nodded with a smile, but deep down you felt disgusted. You couldn't wait to show Bucky what you got.

"Bucky?" You called as you walked in. You walked in the living room to see Bucky jumping up from his seat.

"You look scared shitless, doll. What happened?" Bucky immediately rushed to your side. You hadn't even noticed how anxious you were, but it was a good anxious. "Did he touch you? I swear I will fuck him up if-"

Cutting off Bucky, you opened the bag to reveal the money. "He did some light touching, but I made it work to get you a little something extra."

"Ho-ly shit," Bucky breathed out, his eyes gleaming with disbelief. "Doll, how much is this?:

"Steve said twenty grand," You answered. "I thought I would play it up to get some more out of this."

Bucky looked to you, alarmed. "Did you let him-"

"No!" You cut him off again. "God, no. I just let him eye-fuck me and touch my cheek. That was enough for him. You're right, he is some social saint."

Bucky quickly scooped you up, hugging you tightly in his arms. "Fuck, doll! You're a fucking genius. You're actually fucking insane!" Bucky yelled as you laughed. "Why'd you do that? Put yourself through that for this?"

"It was for you, Bucky." You shyly admitted. "You gave me a second chance, so I wanted to give you what you deserved."

Bucky's hands came to rest at your hips as he drew you in closer. "Did you like the way he looked at you?"

"I only like the way you look at me," You breathed out, his face getting much closer to yours. "I just wanted you to be the one to touch me."

"Doll," Bucky muttered, his lips so close to your own you could almost feel them. "You're a fucking dream." Bucky pushed his lips against your own as you wrapped your arms around his neck. You sighed contently into the kiss. "Your dress is also fucking sopping the floors."

You gave a smirk to Bucky, "So take it off, then." He smirked wildly at you as he grabbed your hand, leading you to his room.

"Maybe I will,"

[lorynna]

Nothing about this is "bold" (the original word used to describe this path before translation in the description was "brave")

If this surgery was done due to health reasons it would be something completely different but aesthetic surgeries to better fit into society's beauty standards is rather the opposite of brave.

Because I understand the pressure of a woman's performance and the expectations that rest upon her shoulders I want to clarify that I don't support insults towards them or any harassment of that sort. I merely criticize the advertising of surgeries in this way and labeling them as brave.

Brave would be to go the longer path and learn to accept your body. To take a neutral stance on it. But the unrealistic expectations many people have towards aesthetic surgeries are unrealistic and often don't solve their problems at all, they actually create new ones and once you've crossed that line you won't be so hesitant to do it again.

Your beauty surgeon does not care about you personally. They make good money with those procedures. They might tell you what else could be done, after getting that surgery you always hoped would "magically make your problems go away" don't actually resolve your issues with self acceptance and body insecurities and you might watch yourself in the mirror again, thinking that "but what if I got another surgery like this... then I would be much happier" or "if I got another surgery like that my overall body would look much more aligned with it's features".

For example: I understand getting a breast reduction due to back problems, getting a labia reduction due to your inner vulva lips being too large and hurting when walking, things like this, health reasons.

But this woman is getting a labia reduction due to seeing it in porn or being exposed to a partner criticizing them for it because they consume porn content that is not realistic and does often show surgically altered labias and vulvas. This woman is getting a lipo suction and a breast lifting with silicone enlargement due to wanting to fit the beauty standards.

Do you know those beautiful greek shaped noses? Every time I see someone getting those beautiful, unique noses reshaped my heart hurts.

Imagine someday having a daughter that comes up to, her nose looking like yours once looked like, you asking: Mommy, why I have such a differently shaped nose than you? " and you have to try explaining to her how and why you found your nose so ugly when you were 19, that the first thing you did when you had earned enough money from your part time jobs was getting your nose done into what was" trendy" at the time. Imagine her looking up to you asking if you think that her nose looks ugly and you have to explain that to her.

[divine-nebula]

“ Foolish Love ”

DIVINITY

a/n; remember - yandere reader !!

blurb; “reader is inlove with satoru, but reader jumps into conclusions too early.”

⋆｡ﾟ☁︎｡⋆｡ STARRING: GOJO SATORU , IORI UTAHIME

WARNINGS:

murder , satoru has no clue that utahime is 6 ft under and that reader is utahime , yandere reader , mentions of blood , immense guilt in the end

SHIPS MENTIONED:

˗ˏˋ ♡ ˎˊ˗ SATORU GOJO X READER (not really?)

˗ˏˋ ♡ ˎˊ˗ SATORU GOJO X UTAHIME IORI

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☆ afab!reader

☆ reader is a yandere, do not continue if you do not like murder

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“because you’re weak.” you watch satoru talk to utahime, who was his senior, basically mocking and teasing her.

your jealousy overloaded, looking at satoru and utahime who was making a fuss in the hallway. satoru was grinning at her with those beautiful lips that only you should see.

you frown, seeing satoru’s cheeks have a tint of pink on them because utahime leaned in closer to him. he likes her.

your eyes darkened. catching glance after glance at both of them. mainly giving utahime death stares, but you won’t admit that.

not to your satoru.

remembering your technique, you already know what to do.

your technique was shapeshifting, but, in order to shapeshift, you need the blood of whatever or whoever you’re going to shapeshift into. yes, when you shapeshift into a sorcerer, you get their cursed techniques too.

big amounts of blood = more time in the body

─── ⋆⋅☆⋅⋆ ───

you pretend to be angry at satoru, in order for him to believe you are utahime iori.

the girl that you were, ( y/n l/n ) was no more.

you would pretend to be someone else for satoru.

everything for him, right?

the world does not compare to him, he has a beautiful face, overpowered techniques, and he has money.

the perfect man.

so, utahime’s blood on your hands was worth it.

feeling satoru so close, talking to you.

you loved it.

you would stay in utahime’s body forever if it means satoru falling in love with you.

─── ⋆⋅☆⋅⋆ ───

“come on, utahime! you’re so boring.” satoru tells you, and you look up at him with a fake scowl on your face.

‘i know, satoru. she’s boring. you need someone like me.’ you thought, before answering; “well, sorry if i don’t like to cause mischief, gojo.”

you hated calling him that.

gojo? why not satoru? satoru just feels right.

satoru, the love of your life.

satoru, the man you would kill for.

considering you already killed for him.

you hated calling him gojo.

it’s because it’s his last name.

not his name, his given name.

whatever, you’ll start to call him satoru after a few months in utahime’s body.

you can just lie that you start to get used to suguru calling him satoru.

“maaann, you’re so boring. ehehe!” satoru giggles like a child as he pokes your cheek.

you had to force the glare on your face, slowly turning you head to him.

“s- gojo! stop that!” you huff, but satoru does not stop. oh to be utahime,

to have the perfect man drool over you.

─── ⋆⋅☆⋅⋆ ───

you are now dating satoru!

utahime.. is.. i guess..?

now, you’re probably wondering; what about your body? your identity?

you faked your death as you killed utahime, you see, not only can you shapeshift, you can also make other people shapeshift.

you just needed a big amount of your blood.

big enough to last years, and the police found “your” corpse.

and, if everything goes wrong, you, as utahime, just need to give people hints that utahime killed you.

* ring, ring. *

oh! satoru was calling you to go on a date with him.

so, you accepted.

you guys agreed on a nearby café.

─── ⋆⋅☆⋅⋆ ───

“hi utahime~” satoru calls over to you, who was already sitting on a table he picked.

you didn’t want to get reminded of what you did to utahime all the time, so..

“please, don’t call me that, ’toru.” you smile down at him.

“why nott?” he fakes a pout.

“just give me a cheesy nickname or something, we’re dating and you still use my government name?” you scoff at him, holding back a smile.

“okay, hm.. what about- darling!?” he says, as you sit down on the chair in front of him, the table between you both.

“sure,” you nod, i mean, you would want to be called darling by satoru gojo himself.

satoru was looking at you ever so beautifully.

now, you should ask him the question!

“’toru,” you started, and he looked at you with a confused look. “before she died, what did you think of ( y/n )?” you as utahime asked.

“oh, ( y/n )?” satoru repeated. “well, she was very attractive, and very kind too. she was like suguru, you know, i liked her a lot.” your eyes widen.

“she was very helpful, her cursed technique was kinda cool too. i mean, you’re the woman i love now, but.. i liked her back then.” he said.

your heart dropped.

“w-well, why did you stop liking her?” you asked.

“was it because of her death?” you added.

“well, yes mainly, but it was because i thought she deserved someone better. i mean, she acted so sweetly around me. but, i wanted her to end up with someone who can act serious around her. i don’t trust myself enough, and i knew that there were plenty of fish in the sea.”

“i thought about asking her out, but then it was reported that she died.” he frowned.

you were still, completely shocked.

“are you okay?” he asked.

and you shrug him off, “yeah, just thought of something. h-hey, i’ll just go to the bathroom, yeah? i just get a little nervous when the topic is about dead people.” you lie.

he says okay, and you rush to the bathroom.

your tears overflowed, you killed for someone who actually liked you back.

you felt so stupid. why did you do this?

you killed an innocent person for.. nothing.

maybe you should’ve confessed first before this.

[heavenlymorals]

Hi this is the TB!reader anon. Tysm for answering! I agreed with all that you said although one part did made me curious. So y'know how you mentioned that if a doctor recommended going somewhere then he would? I was wondering how do you think that'd work out with the gang? Surely it'd be difficult for Arthur with him being so loyal to Dutch and them. I'm also interested in how the gang would react since Arthur has been such an essential member

You're absolutely welcome, anon ❤️❤️❤️ I'm glad you enjoyed that, I took great pleasure writing it❤️❤️

When I wrote my response, I wrote it in the sense that the gang was out of the picture and I only wanted to focus on Arthur and his partner.

But if the gang was there? Honestly, I think it'd be pretty difficult. I mean, they clearly rely on him and there is also Dutch's guilt tripping.

But given how Arthur talks to John about getting out of there and taking care of his family and all that, there is also reason to believe that he'd ultimately put his partner first, especially if she's dying. Also, when he talks with Mary in their final interaction, he tells her that they will run away together right after he makes sure the gang is ok. Like, that right there shows that he is willing to leave them behind to go with Mary, but he just needs to make sure they are safe.

But this is a different situation. His partner is literally dying- he doesn't have the luxury of waiting and I think that Arthur would find that way more important then staying for Dutch. I mean, the only reason why Arthur stays with Dutch in canon is because of how he has nothing else besides the gang.

And there is reason to believe (just speculation and and a different interpretation, I'm not trying to present this as 100% canon) that Arthur WOULD'VE left the gang for Mary if they did get married but they never did. Remember, he says that Mary wasn't able to marry him because her family looked down on him for his status : "My money, my life, me. I wasn't good enough." And "I wasn't good enough to marry into your family, but it's ok in asking me to save your family?"

And in the next encounter? Arthur almost leaves because he doesn't want to deal with her father, and that's when Mary starts berating his lifestyle to defend her father.

"Surely you can't hate a man for the sin of loving his daughter and wanting better for her then, then-"

"Then me?"

"Then the choices you make!"

No where in the game does it say that Mary leaves him because he was an outlaw and didn't want to leave the gang. She doesn't marry him because her family barred her from doing so, especially her father and she clings onto that reasoning to justify to herself why she didn't marry him.

And also note that Arthur tells Mary that he WILL run away with her just as soon as he makes sure the people he is with are safe, which shows that he ultimately does choose Mary instead of the gang, but he needs to make sure they're safe first before leaving them forever and being with Mary. I mean the gang is in such a high stress situation after Blackwater, it's insane. I feel like a lot of people forget this.

But if his partner WAS in the gang and they are 100% established as being a couple AND she's dying? Yea, I feel like Arthur's priorities are going to shift because SHE'S the main focal point now. That's someone that he must take care of more than his fellow gang members. I mean just look at the way he talks to John about him leaving with his woman and child. Arthur believes that John has the responsibility of taking care of them FIRST and then the gang second because Abi and Jack are his actual immediate family.

So I honestly think he would leave. That's his woman. That's the love of his life and she is DYING. Fuck Dutch and his bullshit, they can take care of themselves, they are grown ass men and women.

I feel like the majority of the gang would be very understanding and accept that Arthur needs to go. Dutch might try to be passive aggressive, but I don't think it'd really go anywhere. Micah is Micah so he'd have a problem with it, but I doubt Arthur cares what Micah thinks.

Would Arthur come back to the gang after she passed away? Maybe. I mean, they let John back in for abandoning them for no reason whilst having a whole child. Arthur would have an actual reason to go and I don't think the gang is as heartless as all that.

Thanks for the ask anon, it has been so much fun and I hope you enjoy it ❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️

[boxheadpaint]

diary post baby. Heavier than usual or at least probably but i dont know or remember a good portion of the things ive ever said about myself on this line. For the normal guys though i had fun making that comic, usually when i get the motivation to make anything in that format i get pretty bummed about it pretty quickly simply because of the paneling

its fun to imagine making dynamic pages of comic panels, but when you have no experience beyond trying to make manga in your teens you mostly just have the squares/rectangles stacked next to eachother. for anyone else this is fine and isnt boring to look at by its nature alone, but for me i always believe that my own work would be too dull and unexciting to eye-catching to even bother reading. trying to just lose that pressure i give myself for a day and make something silly like some animals looking at eachother is nice

one of the things i kept hearing from my own head during the call about The Good News Of Getting Disability Income And Payment For The Time I Wasn't Recieving Benefits, was that i needed to kill myself for some reason. my body reacts badly to experiencing a lot of things, though of course its worst when its negative feelings. not even particularly strong ones, maybe a little nervous or a little mad and it likes to tremble or tense up totally. i dont know why exactly i reacted in this particular way other than the usual "what do you mean i dont need to freak out about this anymore. what am i going to do with all this freaking out juice? just chug it?"

im worried lately that ive built up too much of a tolerance to my sertraline, if thats something that happens. but i dont know for sure, and i dont know what ill do if that is the case. maybe it is still working and i just cant tell because even though its bad things would be much worse if i stopped taking it. it just feels like these days it doesnt do anything to help me feel better or more in control. can i speedrun making it work again by going cold turkey for a week and then getting back on it so my brain is like wow this awfulness stopped after i took this awesome pills.

can i give the money i recieve from social security to someone else to save? is that legal? or do they hunt you down for sport for doing that. what if you wanted to buy a house. or rent a house. Or just fucking live somewhere because these days prices are fucking absurd. ridiculous even.

hey girl, rat piss. hey girl, rat piss. I realize other than the blue puppy video i havent posted anything for pride. partly of anxieties of course, especially given the Great track record of the site withing the past month, but also straight up forgetfulness. I keep forgetting too many things and being too tired to remember. At night though i can do just about anything. I think ill take a nap and then wake up at 2 am to keep drawing. I have things to draw

6/24/2024

[k-umorebi]

i have had. such a horrible monday mentally. happy pride month!

[stevesnightmares]

I'm sorry but I really don't get how people can be mad at mu qing for leaving xie lian when he did. I'm willing to accept many and varied opinions on the mountain incident (to a degree, even there I have some strong opinions), but when it comes to him asking to leave and then leaving, I just don't get it.

Mu Qing had a mother he had to take care of, a sick and poor mother, how could he spend every second of his life taking care of Xie Lian, Feng Xin, the king and the queen when his only family also needed his help? Who would put anyone else's safety and well being over their own mother's safety and well being? Even if it was your bestest of friends, would you still be able to pick their life over your own mother?

"The King and Queen are his Highness parents but I have my own mother to worry about. She also needs my care. I can't neglect my own mother for the sake of someone else or someone else's parents."

Not only that, but while Xie Lian obviously considered Mu Qing his dear friend, Mu Qing was still his servant and even while the five of them were now all in the same situation and were all poor and hungry, Mu Qing was still the only one who had to take care of all of the chores. They could've divided, could've helped him, but no, even when they had all fallen into poverty, lost their riches and titles, Mu Qing was still treated as everyone's servant. So sure, they were friends who cared for each other, but he was also their servant and who would ever chose their master over their own mother?

"Mu Qing had always been responsible for looking after the money purse, and he had constantly kept track of their finances."

"With Mu Qing gone, they had also lost the one who brought food to the king and queen."

"But he didn’t know how to finish that sentence. Could’ve what? Could’ve had the palace attendants do the washing? Could’ve had Mu Qing do the washing? None of that was possible now."

"Mu Qinghad acted as their personal attendant on their never-ending road to escape, and his duties had included taking care of all personal necessities—including caring for the needs of Xie Lian, the king, and the queen. With him gone, there was no one to attend to all the mundane daily tasks. No one to cook, no one to wash, no one to fold the blankets. The simple days of the past suddenly became difficult."

They were all in a terrible and hard situation and yet Mu Qin still had to be their servant, work with Feng Xin and Xie Lian and then also take of his mother.

In addition to that, Xie Lian and Feng Xing had never been poor before and thus they had a lot more pride than Mu Qing did when it came to making money: we see them starting that fight and losing their money, we see them refusing to become street performers. Mu Qing needs money to feed himself but he also needs money to feed his mother and Xie Lian and Feng Xin weren't willing to do what needed to be done, which left him in a difficult position.

“Another reason is that I feel we’ve become mired in this situation and have very different ideas on how to pull ourselves out. Pardon my honesty, but if we keep going like this, nothing will get better—even in a million years. And so, our paths have diverged.”

Feng Xin being angry at Mu Qing in the past makes sense: not only is he loyal to a fault and always seems to put Xie Lian first but he also seems to often see the worst in Mu Qing, so it makes sense that he would chalk it up to Mu Qing being a leech who stood by Xie Lian side only when things were good because he wanted to reap the benefits of being Xie Lian's friends but leaveing once there were no more benefits. But readers know that's not what happened or what was going on in Mu Qing head because he straight up said the reason why he left, and while Feng Xin might not believe him, I don't see why fans wouldn't either when we've seen him care from his mother from the beginning.

“Your Highness, you hear that? Remember what I said back then? I said that he’d be the first to run off if you were ever banished. Didn’t I tell you?”

“Well, don’t you have a load of sour, veiled excuses? I don’t give a damn,” Feng Xin said. “Is it so hard to admit you’re an ungrateful traitor?”

“Goddammit. That bastard was happy to share the wealth but not the suffering. He ran away the moment things got tough. Does he remember nothing of your kindness?!” “I’m the one who told him not to remember it,” Xie Lian said. “So…you don’t need to bring it up constantly.” “But he couldn’t possibly forget it for real?!” Feng Xin refuted.

And even Xie Lian almost seems to think that the only reason Mu Qing left is because things just got too bad and Mu Qing didn't want to stay with him because it was just too hard instrad of thinking about Mu Qing situation.

He never expected someone so close to him to leave just like that. Xie Lian had always believed in “forever”—friends would always be friends forever, with no betrayal, no deception, no breaking up. Perhaps there would come a time when they had to part, but it wouldn’t be for a reason like “things got too horrible.”

Of course I don't blame Xie Lian for being a little "self centered" after everything the poor boy had to go through, after everything he had to endure, everything he had to lose (including faith in himself). My point isn't about Xie Lian, who had to endure more than he could handle and now he also had to lose one of the people that he considered his closest friends while being at his (at the time) lowest, but simply about some posts that I saw about Mu Qing leaving that I didn't agree with. Everyone is entitled to their own opinion of course, this is simply mine.

[icewindandboringhorror]

Some fantasy traveler inventory details (like what they would carry in their bags), based on two of the recent costumes I did.. love finding random little scraps and items and putting them together lol