#(because i think it was a dumb plot decision)

[hows-itgoagain]

i think about mashle an absurd amount and yes i know i already have other shit i need to work on but i’m gonna throw this idea out there, and if someone does something with it, awesome, and if not, then i probably will eventually. also this references manga shit so like if you haven’t read it this will be confusing. no actual spoilers though

timeskip to when ryoh’s kid, wahlberg’s granson, and that random ass kid silva found are in highschool, all at easton.

are they all the same age? i have no fucking clue. i could only find that ryoh jr is 6, so the other 2 are also bc it’s convenient

and, you might be thinking, literally what is the point of this? which is a fair question, and to that i raise you, first of all a trio of a dv’s kid, the headmaster’s grandson (if wahlberg even lives to 128), and some rando that was protected by a former student would be quite funny, and second of all timeskip jobs and lives of everyone has so much potential. though the focus of this would still be on the kids, but obviously like they’d interact with certain characters at certain times.

[phoenixkaptain]

Fascinating. If Tom Riddle had just stayed hot, Harry totally would have been swayed.

[rubys-domain]

sometimes i wonder if i'm the right amount of critical, or if i'm just really hard to please.

[bbokicidal]

"What Happens When.." | [SKZ] OT8| [SEUNGMIN]

Hyunjin makes a bet that Seungmin can't satisfy his girl with just his hands - so he decides to prove him wrong. And with an audience.

Genre: Smut [18+ MDNI] Pairing: Seungmin x Fem!Reader Warnings: orgasm denial, edging, lots of teasing, meandom!seungmin (kind of), fingering, spit (f receiving), masturbation (m)

Notes: This IS a short fic and isn't anything really long. There's no plot - it's purely smut for your viewing pleasure and my mental peace, lol. <- And thank you to everyone who waited so patiently for this while I went through my writers block rut, hahaha.

Word Count: 1.2K

Bangchan | Lino | Changbin | Hyunjin | Han | Felix | Seungmin | I.N

"I... guess I was wrong." Hyunjin murmurs out more to himself than anyone else.

He'd been dumb enough to make a bet against the one, the only, Kim Seungmin. And the decision was dumb because he should've known better that Seungmin wouldn't back down from a challenge - especially when it had to do with you. Hyunjin wouldn't make any more bets against him in the future, that's for sure. Not after seeing the way you squirmed on your boyfriend's fingers like he was sucking the life out of you; The way you writhed against the sheets, back arching up off of the mattress and hips wriggling in a way that showed him - and everyone else in the room - that you only wanted more.

Though Hyunjin wasn't the only one so openly ogling your reactions. Some of the members had taken to glancing away either because they were too shy to stare or were too busy getting themselves off. But then there were the members who just loved to watch - those two being Jisung and Minho. While the younger of the two was watching in a more curious, excited manner with his hand down his pants tugging on his cock while it made a leaky mess in his boxers - Minho's gaze was far more... heavy. His eyes were dark, filled with lust as his head tipped down and he watched the scene play out in front of him through thick lashes. He'd restrained from touching himself at all, just a tad more resilient than his younger counterpart, but had been kind enough to himself to let his thighs fall apart. So he sat, manspreading in the chair in the corner of the room with a gaze as heavy as lead, just watching you fall apart for one of the youngest in the group.

"Gonna come?" Seungmin's tone is nothing short of teasing. His voice lilts with interest at the way you nod up to him, hair ruffling against the sheets as if the way your body reacted to his thumb pressing against your clit wasn't enough to tell him you were close. Your boyfriend chuckles, breathing out a laugh as he carefully slows his pace. Your body thrashes for a moment in annoyance before settling back down on the sheets, letting him do as he pleased because ultimately - he was in control here. "Hey," Seungmin bites, using his free hand to slap your pussy just as his movements stop. "None of that tantrum shit. Don't you want to behave in front of the others?"

"Don't think I'm ever gonna forget this," Felix's words don't fall on deaf ears. Seungmin looks up from where he sat between your thighs, fingers continuing to pump into your pussy so quickly it had you beginning to squirm and lift your hips off of the sheets. Felix sits up near the headboard, one hand laying on the pillow under his weight while the other rubs over his groin overtop his jeans. The feeling of the denim rubbing against his hard cock was something close to Heaven on Earth for him right now. Seungmin watches, letting his eyes wander over his Hyung for just a moment, before glancing beside him to the maknae - who was falling apart way faster than the Aussie.

Jeongin was in shambles. He'd been tugging on his cock since the moment you'd stripped naked in front of them, letting your boyfriend prove himself to his closest friends, and now he was just melting into the sheets. Slumped against the headboard and audibly whimpering just loud enough to be heard if one listened in closely - Jeongin let his eyes drag over your body where you lay in front of him. "You're being kind of - mean, don't you think, Hyung? Teasing her.." His hand slowed just for a moment as you moved to tip your head to the side, grateful the youngest had spoke up for you, moaning out and whimpering against his skin. He was close enough that when your head turned, your lips made contact with the bare skin of his thigh - his pants long discarded on the floor nearby. And the feeling of your breath fanning over his skin made him visibly tremble, cum leaking from the tip of his cock before he could even comprehend what was happening.

"I don't think I've ever seen him this determined," Changbin murmurs to someone to his left. His arms are crossed over his chest and he stands leaning against the wall - refusing to give in as easily as most of the others. He was one of the one who wouldn't look directly at you - at your tits swaying each time Seungmin got a little more rough with you, or the way you body arched and crooned into every move your boyfriend made. Not because he didn't want to, but because the sight of you looking so... desperate in front of all of them because Changbin a bit .. shy, with his ears painted a warm, bubbling crimson - and the color draining down to swatch his neck as well. But how was he supposed to ignore the sounds of your pussy clenching around your boyfriend's fingers - and the way he could see you practically drooling out of his peripheral vision...

Beside him, Chan was.. more than willing to look. He liked to touch, even, letting his fingertips brush over your cheek and watching your mouth open like you wanted to welcome him in. The eldest leaned down and for a moment, your breathing hitched, thinking he looked awfully big hovering over you in such a way - broad and thick and heavy, just like the cock that strained against his boxers begging to be freed. Your eyes dart up from between his legs and you stare as his tongue pushes along the inside of his lips. He gathers the spit on his tongue before giving it to you inside - spitting right onto your own and watching as you close your mouth to swallow it down. And you can't just ignore the soft "Good girl," that escapes his lips shortly after.

And Seungmin can't ignore the way you react. The way your body jolts up off of the sheets as your gut turns into knots, aching for release. He knows the signs - knows you'll squirt all over the sheets if he doesn't stop now - so he all but rips his hand away and watches as your body writhes in, once again, frustration. The warmth between your legs slowly begins to fade away as your boyfriend sits back, laughing at the way your nose crinkles and your eyes squeeze shut in hope that it's just a dream. "It's okay, baby," He soothes, both hands slowly running up the expanse of your inner thighs until his thumbs could spread you open for him all over again. Seungmin sits forward and leans down to spit right on your clit, your hips jutting at the sudden feeling.

"One more time, yeah? You've already done such a good job putting on a show for them. You can handle one more."

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[that-weird-thing-in-the-woods]

:) I’m backkkk you all thought you could get rid of me

🛕Pharaoh Tucker with his “Wifes” Sam and Danny🛕

Yes I’m bringing attention to this like why is nobody talking about this????

Now let’s get into the main plot so Danny, Sam and Tucker have to GO and fast ( GIW or bad Fenton au either or. !!!Bonus points!!! If Danny got hurt and than it would make this so much funnier y’all get what I mean in a sec) and they all go to the ghost zone where they meet up with clockwork and he tells them that one of Tuckers earlier reincarnation made a place so in the future he’s good even if he doesn’t remember it so clockwork brings them to what looks like an ancient Egyptian empire with the civilians and the people who live there as the people who died in the past {sorry if this is a bit hard to read I am very tired} and they are brought to the place where clockwork just casually reveals that Tucker is the pharaoh ie: The King and Sam, Tucker and Danny take this very well for them this is a safe place for them to heal and live with the added bonus of helping with Danny’s obsessions (Protection and Space) and after a bit they gain the affection of the people and the…Protection of the people??? Because for the people they see that one of their queen (Danny) was hurt before the royals came here so they get a bit protective and for a bit of information here’s the main jobs of the trio

Tucker taking care of the rules and doing the main running of the empire

Sam takes care of the army and gardens of the empire ( making sure they have enough food and such )

Danny takes care of the people (who grown the most fond of ) and such

So you can see what I’m going for with this now here’s where the JL comes in so the empire was NOT in the ghost zone it is in its own little world but somehow the JL gets tipped off about a triving empire that NOBODY has made contact with so a group ( Batman, Superman, Wonder Woman, the flash, green lantern you know the works) goes to make contact and hopefully make allies with them so they go and are taken aback a bit by how much this place is triving and what to meet the people who made this happen so what the JL was expecting was a lest a adult but instead they got what looked like a 16-17 with what looked like two people the same aged sitting next to him on either side (!!!EXRA BONUS POINTS!!! If one of the supers helped Danny before the meeting) and someone makes the dumb decision to ask them where are the REAL rulers and the guards in the room ( who I forgot to mention ) get mad at them and become hostile to them and Sam has to clam them down and that’s all for the plot at the moment

Now on to the details let’s start with tucker I’m thinking about this

( just instead of blue it’s red) and for a head piece I’m thinking the good old classic 

It just fits

Now for Sam I’m thinking is for her outfit

But in darker colors because she’s SAM and for a head piece I’m thinking something like this

Nothing to big because she has to train the army and she’s outside a lot so if it’s anything to big I think it will just be annoying

For Danny this

Mixed with this

Because ye and for his hair piece I’m braining

This I think it looks neat

Now that’s all from me byeee

[asha-mage]

BingLiuShen au where Shen Qingqiu's fevered heteronormativity poisoned brain decides that the best way to avoid dying for the crime of being a heterosexual male in a stallion novel is to pretend not to be heterosexual and thus not a threat to the protagonist's harem. He figures if he can hit that sweet spot where his (supposed! Not real at all!) sexuality is just a quirk of the beloved mentor then the narrative will have no choice but to keep him alive. Airplane might be a hack, but he's exactly the sort of hack who would put in a token gay character, then shunt them off to the background, only to be trotted out again when he's getting flack in the comments for sexist, homophobic, and/or generally shitty writing decisions.

And for Shen Yuan, whose stated life goal is to idle away the hours in luxury and occasionally bask in Binghe's protagonisty coolness (in a very heterosexual way of course!) that would be the perfect out. There's just one problem- how does he demonstrate his (definitely fake!) homosexuality without playing into homophobic tropes and getting himself killed for offending the genre's aggressively het sensibilities?

The answer? Pretend to be pinning away silently in unrequited love for another man. It's perfect! All he has to do is drop a few extremely subtle hints in Binghe's hearing implying having feelings he would never act on for say, Liu Qingge, and he'll be golden. After all, what person attracted to men (which he isn't!) wouldn't fall immediately in love with the Bai Zhan War God? It has the added benefit of proving what a good Token Gay he is by the fact that he saved Liu Qingge's life without any expectations or hopes and without ever even revealing his (supposed!) feelings.

Shen Qingqiu gets about a week of feeling like a genius after putting this plot into motion before Liu Qingge starts showing up at Qing Jing with small gifts and pastries and asking to spar, and well. In between melting down (because how on earth did he put it together from the grand total of three entirely ambiguous hints he dropped!) and trying to stay composed (because even the straightest guy- which he is!- would get flustered by having Liu Qingge smiling at him Like That) he figures the only rational thing to do is just Commit To the Bit, resign himself to one day becoming cultivation partners with Liu Qingge and retiring together into the background of future plot shenanigans. Their are clearly no other possible ways of dealing with this situation, and hey being with Liu Qingge of all people isn't bad. That's a fan favorite character and he's stupidly handsome and brave and kind! Shen Qingqiu could do a lot worse, especially in a world like PIDW. In fact given the alternatives, Shen Qingqiu's could probably consider himself incredibly lucky. Objectively that is. From a purely 'guy trying to survive this dumb novel' point of view. It would be an honor to have Liu Qingge's arms wrapped around him. If he where into men of course.

Meanwhile you have Luo Binghe in the background of every scene the two are in with a forced smile, internally speed running the '*fork in garbage disposal noises*' to 'I just want my Shizun to be happy! I swear!' to 'actually Liu-shishu is really nice I can see what Shizun sees in him' to 'oh no I think I want to be in the Middle Of Whatever That Is' arc.

(And of course, Binghe at the end of the day IS the protagonist, and after much trial and tribulation, is supposed to get exactly what he wants...)

And all the while you have Liu Qingge, utterly oblivious to the mental anguish and gymnastics of his shidi and shizi, who just keeps turning up at Qing Jing, because he really does like Shen Qingqiu and even if that first date was his sister's idea he's found he really does enjoy spending time with Shen Qingqiu, and also Shen Qingqiu's sticky first disciple who despite the crocodile tears is actually clearly pretty strong. He has no idea that Shen Qingqiu is silently picking out drapery for the future house while Luo Binghe tries to rationalize his out of control heartbeat as a completely normal side effect of the sparring match they just fought (Which he only keeps challenging Liu-shishu to make sure he's strong enough to protect Shizun! He swears!).

WIll the three of them ever figure it out and get their act together? Sure. Will they do it before the Conference/Abyss arc upends everything? Absolutely not.

[seokgyuu]

After your flawless job-interview, Seokmin hires you as the newest addition to his company. Just that, once you start, it seems like you’re not who you previously portrayed to be. Instead, he finds himself faced with mini-skirts, push-up bras and gawking co-workers, not to mention your absolute lack of work ethic. Obviously, he needs to fire you! Just that, when he tries to… you simply don’t let him.

Pairing: Boss!Seokmin x Employee!F!Reader

Genre: Porn with the smallest bits of plot, workplace “romance”, Smut MDNI!

Warnings: Morally gray characters, Seokmin is obviously reader’s boss and shouldn’t be fucking her, power imbalance, reader gets objectified a lot, but she enjoys it, reader is… acting very dumb (on purpose), Smut warnings under the cut!

Word Count: 3.7k

A/N: Hi everyone!! welcome to this little work of… filth! Making my return with a Seokmin fic just felt right (also I just could not stop thinking about this). Please let me know what you think with a reply or a reblog, it would mean the world to me!! also a big thanks to @shadowkoo for making this AMAZING banner and to @bitchlessdino for beta-ing!!

tagging: @okiedokrie, @inkchwe, @shinysobi, @gyuhanniescarat, @haologram, @beomcoups @wongyuseokie, @the-boy-meets-evil, @multi-kpop-fanfics (just some of my fellow dk enjoyers)

Smut Warnings: oral (m receiving), face fucking, praise (good girl, etc.), degradation (whore, etc.), unprotected sex, titjob, breeding, usage of the word “Sir” in a sexual context, tell me if i missed anything!

His phone rings. The Harry Potter title music is playing, letting him know it’s his sister calling. He can’t pick up, or well, no, he can, considering his hands are free, but he probably shouldn’t.

Having talks with his employees about having to let them go is Seokmin’s least favorite thing about being the boss. He never wants anyone to feel like they weren’t good enough or couldn’t live up to any expectations, but sometimes… sometimes it was inevitable.

Like with you.

When you had first walked into your interview, you impressed him with your sharp tongue and your witty humor. Your resume looked perfect for the job, and your previous experience was exactly what he needed. He hired you the following week and deemed his decision a good one - until you showed up for your first day.

See, before anything else, Seokmin is simply just a man. A man with eyes and needs and desires.

The mini skirt barely covered your backside, showed off your legs and those perfect thighs you had hidden from sight before. Your dress shirt would have been fine for the office if only it wasn’t… half open. Or at least open enough to see your breasts almost falling out of your push-up bra.

He knew back then that he should say something. Tell you that this wasn’t appropriate to wear to work. But he didn’t. For the same reason, his mostly male staff began coming into work more punctually, more eagerly and stayed for even longer hours.

It was a mistake, he thinks now, not to say anything to you on your first day. Or any other day after that.

A mistake or the single best decision he had ever made.

Truth be told, he’d never called you into his office to discuss his decision to let you go if it was only about the clothes (or lack thereof) you wore to work. No, he was fine with the clothes, more than fine, actually, if you took just one look at the amount of tissues discarded in his office’s trash can.

But… you lacked certain skills he had thought you’d easily have, considering your previous jobs. You struggled doing, in his opinion, the most basic tasks, and more or less let the others do the work for you. The work he paid you to do. Instead, you sat at your desk all day and played Solitaire or scrolled on Instagram.

The two of you almost never interacted, mainly because he was scared to say the wrong thing or stare too long at your breasts he couldn’t stop thinking about anyway. When it did happen that he had to talk to you, it mostly went with him going back to his office with a raging boner and a guilty conscience.

One time, he brought back some prints from the copy room, only to find out you had been the one to print them. When he asked around the room and you were the one to raise your hand and get up from your chair he almost choked on his spit. You made your way over him, your tight dress hugging every single one of your curves, the slit in the side showing off where your stockings began, the neckline down far enough for him to see the lacy material of your bra once again.

“Thank you, Mr. Lee, Sir,” you smiled at him, your fingers touching his when you reached for the pile of papers. He felt like you shot him and as a result, he shot a huge load of cum into one of his tissues when he was back in his office.

Then, he met you at the coffee maker one time, witnessing you eat a fucking banana in one god damned bite. He couldn’t believe his eyes when you basically deepthroated the fruit all while looking directly into his eyes. He popped a boner right then and there.

All in all, it was safe to say the woman he had met in the interview was gone and he had absolutely no clue why or how he had let you fool him that day you met.

A part of him was angry at himself for letting it get this far, but he couldn’t deny that with every glimpse of your exposed ass and tits, with every encounter like the prints or the banana, he decided to give you one last chance to prove yourself. So far he had given you about 151 chances and you’d screwed up all of them.

Which is how he ended up calling you into his office.

Which is how you ended up sitting in front of his desk on one of the comfortable dark red armchairs, your legs crossed, yet another mini-skirt rising up far enough for Seokmin to at least imagine he can smell you. The shirt you were wearing was tight and cropped and your blazer was lazily hung over the back of the armchair.

“So, Y/N,” he began, shifting on his seat and trying very hard not to look at your tits, “do you have any idea why I called you in here?”

You shook your head no.

“No, sir, I don’t. Did I do something wrong?”

Sir. Oh good lord, Seokmin had to swallow down the pathetic moan he feels creeping up his throat.

“Well,” he cleared his throat, “I have noticed that you’ve been handing your work off to Chan a lot. Soonyoung as well, and while I understand you’re the newest employee, you have been here for almost five months now, Y/N, and I did expect you to already, you know, do at least a certain amount of work by yourself.”

Your eyes widened the more he spoke, your pout prominent once he finished.

“I’m sorry, Sir, truly! They always offered to help me and I just- I just didn’t want to disappoint them,” your voice strained, almost sounding like you were about to start crying. Seokmin felt his heart speed up.

“I understand that. But still - it must make sense to you that-,”

You jumping up from your chair made him stop mid sentence. He watched how you stalked over to him, your big eyes staring him down with something he couldn’t pinpoint even if he tried.

“It does make sense, Sir, and I want to apologize. I can do better, please don’t fire me.”

Seokmin was frozen in his chair, his seated figure looking up at you, almost panicking when he realized how close you were. If he raised his hand now, he could touch your thigh, could let it slip higher, could-

“Please, Mr. Lee, I’d do anything to keep this job.”

Which is how we get to… now.

His phone is still ringing on the desk, but he’s still nowhere near answering it. He is too focused on your mouth around his rock-hard cock, on the way you look up at him with watery eyes, on the way your hand is fondling his aching balls.

You dropping to your knees might have been the single most hottest thing he has ever seen before. Or well, maybe this right now tops it. Your tongue is flat against his shaft, dragging it along his veins, licking up all the precum that doesn’t directly land in your mouth. You suck on his tip, tease his slit, and moan when you take him all the way.

And Seokmin? He thinks he might have just entered heaven. His hands are itching to touch you, to push you down and fuck up, to lose control, but he doesn’t. Instead, he watches you with his mouth dropped, with his heart going at triple speed in his chest.

This is wrong. So, so wrong! He shouldn’t let you suck his cock as a way to keep your job, for god’s sake!

Once his tip crashes against the back of your throat, his mind goes blank, and all the thoughts from before disappear. They make room for new thoughts instead, thoughts that finally allow him to do what he wanted to from the second you had walked in on your first day.

The groan he lets out causes you to drip into your panties. And the way his hands now find the back of your head almost makes you come. Your eyes roll back for a second, before you bring them back to look at your boss.

Your extremely hot, perfect boss who took so fucking long to bring you into his office. Who could not take a hint at-fucking-all.

He begins to thrust up into your throat, letting out moans you wish you could record and replay as many times as you wished. His cock is big, just as big as you had hoped it to be. He’s veiny and perfect and his angry red tip is going to become your favorite thing to suck on. He tastes salty and sweet and bitter at the same time, melts on your tongue, and gets you to clench around absolutely nothing.

“Fuck,” he cries out when he picks up his speed, nails digging into your scalp as he continues his hard and fast thrusts, his cock beginning to twitch, his balls tightening dangerously. You need him, want him and almost demand him to come down your throat. To give you everything he has to offer. You press your tongue harder against his shaft, cheeks hollowed out, and you can feel his orgasm nearing with every passing second.

“I’m gonna- fu-fuck, I’m gonna c-come!” His cry is almost taking you over the edge too.

Seokmin sees red and white at the same time, opens his eyes, and stares down at you with his pupils blown and his cock finally emptying his seed inside your awaiting mouth. It almost breaks him, seeing how you swallow all of his cum like a pro, never breaking eye contact.

Breathless, Seokmin slowly gets down from his high, watching how you lick up his cock, your eyes twinkling with mischief, giving his tip a small kiss before finally leaning back, batting your eyelashes.

“So tasty, Mr. Lee. Now, should I get back to work?”

· · ─────── ·𖥸· ─────── · ·

It kind of becomes a thing. At the beginning, Seokmin calls you into his office and you suck his cock, make him come, go back to work. All while still wearing your skimpy outfits to work and doing the minimum requirements to not be a complete waste of Seokmin’s money. Even though he figures with a cold shiver running down his spine, it seems like he’s paying you for something totally different now.

You’re enjoying this to the fullest, having a right out blast. Not just because you get to have Seokmin fuck your throat every other day, no, but because of how he looks at you. When you met him that first day at the interview, you already knew you wanted him. Knew he was going to be your next little project. So far you had never failed, and you sure as hell weren’t going to start now.

Working at the company for five months hadn’t exactly been your plan, though. Five months until he finally called you into his office. Five months of you choosing the most outrageous outfits, knowing every single man in that office wanted a taste of you, but only wanting one of them to actually act on it.

“Holy fucking hell, yeah, just- just like that,” he’s leaning against the wall behind his desk, you back on your knees, his cock hitting the soft inside of your cheek over and over again. He’s holding onto your hair with one hand while the other is pressed against the wall next to him. You lick and suck and fuck his cock against your cheek, drool running down your chin. You’re painfully wet, throbbing, and needing him to finally put his cock in you.

By now (3 weeks after your little blowjob-job started) you know his tells, can sense when he’s about to come. So, when you hear that first little noise, you let go of his cock with a plop and get up. Seokmin’s eyes open and he looks at you, visibly confused.

“Wha-,” he begins, but you just take a step forward and crush your lips against his, your hands grabbing his face.

For the first few seconds, Seokmin doesn’t really grasp the situation. You’re kissing him. He begins to melt, his hands somehow finding their way to your waist and when you lead him back, suddenly seated on his desk, his mind goes blank. You want him to fuck you. Want his cock to go inside that probably sweet tasting pussy of yours. He moans into your mouth.

“Take me, Mr. Lee, please, need your cock in me, need you to fuck me,” you whisper into his ear, biting his earlobe after and sighing in relief when he immediately moves to get your panties off of you.

“Fuck, fuck, you’re so hot.” He kisses you again, wild and uncontrolled, your panties now landing on the floor. You part your legs and grab his cock, bringing it to your awaiting entrance. There is no stopping the moan that escapes you once his tip slips in, your teeth sinking into his bottom lip harshly. He licks over your teeth, feels his mind fog up, no thoughts just you, you, you.

Then, he’s fully inside of you. Twitches, groans, kisses you harder. And fucks you like a god-damned beast.

The pace he sets is brutal and you’re lucky it’s after hours so no one is at the office anymore. They for sure would have heard the way the desk is bouncing against the floor with every thrust as well as your high pitched moans, and Seokmin’s low growls.

He fucks you like he owns you and you live for it. His cock drags along your walls, fills you like he was made for you, hits your sweet spot over and over again as if he’d done this thousand times before.

“Fuck, yes!” You basically scream, your body falling backward, only his strong hands holding you up as he speeds up once more.

“God, shit, how are you so tight, baby?” He moves to kiss your neck, licks over the salty skin, revels in your taste, in the way you shiver under his touch. You wanna scream and cry and mark his body with your mouth and nails - and so you begin to pull on the hem of his shirt, which he gladly helps you to take off completely.

He’s built like a god. Wide shoulders, bulked up arms, abs like they were painted on. You let your nails drag over his torso, finally sliding them to his strong, muscular back. When he pushes into you even more, his lips not getting enough of your own, you dig into his flesh and hear him hiss. Still, he doesn’t stop. If anything, he goes even harder. Fucks you til you scream his name while experiencing the most intense orgasm of your life, milking his cock of all he had, cum filling your pussy to the brim.

After that it spirals.

He fucks you every chance he gets. He is addicted to you and your pussy. Whenever he needs you, he gets to have you.

He bends you over his desk during work hours, drilling into your pussy like a mad man while pressing his hand over your mouth to make sure no one notices. He comes inside you and stuffs it all back in there with his fingers, pulls your panties back up and sends you out to continue your work day as before.

When lunch time comes around, you meet him in the building’s cafeteria and he drags you to the nearest supply closet to fuck your mouth and then your cunt, telling you what a good little slut you are and how well you always take him.

He sends you pictures of his hard cock after work, begging you to come to his place and bounce on him - but you never do. It’s a game for both of you. No fucking outside of work, no dates or anything like that. He gets to keep fucking you and you get to keep your job - easy as that.

Just that… you’re not really bad at your job. Seokmin is slow to figure that one out, you realize.

When your seventh month at the company begins, he is so focused on getting his cock inside of you, he doesn’t even notice you’ve stopped handing off your assignments to your colleagues. You’ve actually grown quite fond of this job and the team - and Seokmin for that matter. Not that you want to admit that to him, or confess that you’ve been playing this part of the dumb girl with the slutty outfits simply to get his attention.

“I love when you get to the office with no panties on, gods, you’re a dirty little whore.” Seokmin’s hands are on your ass while you bounce on his cock. He’s sitting on his desk chair, admiring the view of your tits as you fuck yourself on his cock. His dirty words make your pussy flutter around him and you whimper, your hands braced on his shoulders.

“Mhmm, only a whore for you, Mr. Lee,” you moan, biting down on your lip. There is no chance you’ll ever grow tired of seeing the way he looks at you when you fuck. His hooded eyes, his red lips dropped open. His cheeks flushed and his hair a mess.

You enjoy being on top, enjoy watching him watch you, setting your own pace until he can’t hold back any longer and wraps his arm around your waist, pushing you down so he can fuck into you at his desired speed.

“That’s right, you’re my whore, your pussy belongs only to me.” He squeezes your ass cheeks and moans when you clench around him again, thrusting his hips up once. You can tell he’s about to lose control, about to hold you down and fuck you senseless. There is nothing quite as hot as Seokmin losing his composure.

Just two days ago, you teased him by being flirty with Soonyoung all day. Seokmin had not thought of himself as possessive, but somehow when it came to you…

Safe to say, he fucked you against his office door two minutes after your last encounter with Soonyoung, simply shoving up your skirt and ripping off your panties, his cock deeply buried inside of you the next second. He fucked you so hard you couldn’t properly walk even the day after.

“Yes, Mr. Lee, my pussy belongs to you, I am yours, Sir.”

You bounce on his cock quicker now, throwing your head back when his hands move to your breasts, taking them both into his hands and cradling them. His fingers press onto your nipples, squeezing them between his thumb and forefinger, pinching and teasing you. With every touch of his, you feel yourself nearing your high.

“You’re so beautiful, always so good for me, isn’t that right?” He breathes out, licking his lips as his eyes are glued to the way your tits look between his hands.

He fucked them a few days ago, your tits. Had you kneeling between his legs, squeezing them together as he fucked his cock between them with the lube he now stored in his bottom drawer. They had felt amazing around him, but nothing compared to your cunt, to its warmth, to its tightness.

“Oh- oh! I’m- I’m gonna come, Mr. Lee! Please, can I come?!” Your orgasm is so close, is ready to crash down on you and when Seokmin moaned out a yes, you let it happen. Waves and waves of pleasure erupt in your body and make you fall forward against his chest, his hips now beginning to thrust up, his moans turning more and more desperate.

“Good girl, such a good girl, fuck- I’m gonna fill you up, yeah? Fill you up with my cum, breed you like my own personal whore, hm?”

Your nails dig into his skin desperately as he fucks you fast and hard, his right arm now around your waist, pressing you down while he uses you for his pleasure, crying out your name when he comes - white hot cum landing inside your spent pussy, painting it the colours of his affection for you.

Seokmin fucks both of you through your orgasms, whispering sweet nothings into your ear, kissing your lips passionately when his hips still. You kiss him back, arms wrapping around his neck, your high still present in your bones.

“You’re perfect,” Seokmin mumbles against your lips and you smile, kissing him again, fingers brushing through his hair.

For a while, you make-out just like that, him still safely buried inside of you, some bits of your combined releases dripping down onto his chair.

Only when Seokmin’s phone rings do the two of you part. You give his cheek a small kiss before climbing off his lap and looking for your underwear, all while you put your dress back into its place. Your boss watches you, wishes he could just do this all over again instead of answering his phone. Reluctantly, he takes the call and watches how you wave at him, panties back on and clothes and shoes back where they belong. He waves back, greeting the business partner on the other line.

And when you leave his office and close the door behind you, when none of your co-workers even pay you any mind, you realize that maybe you like to keep it this way for just a little while longer.

[dalliancekay]

On How Aziraphale Protects and Loves Crowley

I'm just tired of all the BS I read about Aziraphale. Again. Because, no, Crowley is not the plot driver and truth holder in GO. Yes, he loves Aziraphale and his actions are lead by the love but Aziraphale is not in the story just for Crowley to love the sweet naïve angel and eventually, hopefully lead him to the right path and then get him as a trophy for all his patience and understanding. Aziraphale also loves Crowley and his own decisions and actions are driven by that. He is not just some negating force to be overcome and Crowley is not the one patiently helping him get there. That's not their story. Aziraphale is not a dumb damsel in distress who Prince Charming has to rescue from a tower where she's asleep and blind to how her family is treating her so he can whisk her away. Aziraphale is his own person with his own truth and desires and goals (and they are valid and reasonable and rational). And he is good and kind. He ALWAYS was. And those goals of his are not in opposition to Crowley even when they are sometimes different to what Crowley wants. He does not need to be changed so Crowley gets what he wants. One is not a BAD and the other a GOOD character. Not in the least. I thought it was blatantly obvious by making them a literal demon and a literal angel. Sure, I love all the HCs about Crowley, but not if they are made at the expense of Aziraphale and unfortunately, they often are. If you care about Aziraphale, perhaps stop sometimes and consider, am I implying something about Aziraphale here that I did not intend? It's Crowley who teaches Aziraphale... it's Crowley who shows Aziraphale... it's Crowley who understands and is waiting for Aziraphale to see... why?? Why keep describing their beautiful relationship in this one sided way? Why so many find fault in Aziraphale in comparison, in opposition to something Crowley does or says or wants or is assumed to think? Please consider how these takes belittle Aziraphale and his person just like Heaven always belittled him; treating him as stupid, clueless and just waiting to be lead down the correct path and how much this would hurt him, HURT CROWLEY and humans that love him and identify with him. If you like Good Omens, try to rewatch it and look at Aziraphale, assume he is smart and good and brave and courageous and in love with Crowley and consider why he is doing what he's doing and saying. Consider how he is doing his very best in an extremely shitty situation. For a LONG time. So here's my rant today on why Aziraphale does what he does.

Let's start in Before the Beginning

Can't count how many times I saw people be angry with Aziraphale for telling Crowley about Earth and the plan to destroy everything about 6000 years after that particular project gets started. It's the reason Crowley fell apparently, it's the reason he's depressed, how could Aziraphale do that, why is he so mean... (not to mention that Crowley apparently also created the whole Universe basically by himself and the giddy sweet angel is also one of the highest Archangels too) I don't know what you wanted Aziraphale to do? Keep quiet so Crowley finds out from someone else? Has the kind of outburst he had in front of others? I think (and I bet Crowley'd agree) that Aziraphale was the best thing that could have happened to him at that moment. The anxious angel was kind and tried to explain and warn him to be careful. Did it work? We don't know. We don't know why Crowley fell. But if he did keep asking questions that were not welcome, that is certainly not Aziraphale's fault.

Do I really need to point out how upset Aziraphale is about the Flood? How he carefully words his statements, hoping Crowley will not do something rash, try something that will get him into trouble? This is not the first war or disaster they experienced. And far from the last. Do you really think Aziraphale didn't care about the kids? After being on Earth since the first kid ever was conceived? Did you miss how they say they can't disobey? (Crowley does not say it in the show, but he does in the book)

Why are people angry at Aziraphale for this? It's one step over - do you come here often? I think so anyway. He was just trying to be friendly to Crowley who was in a foul mood. It was not Aziraphale's fault and anyway, his awkward pick up line or whatever it was, did end up amusing Crowley when the angel tried to tempt him and he did manage to lift Crowley's mood. "Still in sales then?" Is absolutely the kind of stupid question I'd ask at an office party the cool person I wanted to be friends with, knowing full well they are in sales for the past 5 years (and therefore far less awkward than I am).

And perhaps that was the moment that seeded the idea of the Arrangement for Crowley. If the angel can tempt just as well as he can, perhaps they can trade jobs sometimes.

Do you think Aziraphale's fear is unfounded? (And do you see how he can't help but grin that someone sees them as a couple and how unbothered Crowley is by Aziraphale doing his protecting words thing?)

It's SAFEST to deny their friendship out loud.

Heaven WOULD try to hurt them over their friendship/ PARTNERSHIP. He always knew they would.

And so would Hell.

Six thousand years people say, 6000 years Crowley waited and it's too fast for Aziraphale? I MEAN REALLY

The poor heartbroken angel who just had to hand a LETHAL weapon to his beloved and will never forgive himself for this. Especially if something bad would happen. Can you imagine the weight on his heart?

Remember?

This is not an HC. This is how Crowley feels.

(Yes I know people HC that he does not care, that he wanted to Fall, that he chose to Fall, that he Fell doing something he believed in - but those are HCs, what Crowley says is that he didn't mean to Fall, that he hang out with the wrong guys, he tries to talk to God just like Aziraphale does and he does it by himself, he's not pretending for someone, it doesn't seem to be an act. And given the Angel!Crowley we know, that all seems plausible, although S3 might prove me wrong, who knows)

Have you ever been hurt by someone you love? By someone you know loves you? Someone who at the moment wants a different thing than what you do? Doesn't see what you want your way? What did you tell them at the height of an argument? Did you pick the worst thing you know they hate about themselves that would hurt them and throw it in their face? Did Aziraphale shout fine! Go! Damned, unforgiven, forever lost creature! No. He did not.

If that's not an expression of I will love you no matter what than I don't know what is. Well maybe this

You know what Crowley never got from Heaven (nor Hell)?

The feeling of being needed.

Why is understanding your partner and doing things they like a bad thing? Why is Aziraphale stating this a BAD thing? Why is he blamed for doing something they both enjoy? Do you think Crowley doesn't know that he's in love with a powerful ageless being bigger than we can imagine?

How else does Aziraphale protect Crowley?

Maybe the Ball wasn't strictly for Maggie and Nina. Maybe it wasn't just a chance to dance with his beloved. Maybe it was also a way to make sure his demon stays close by after the threats by Shax.

And do you remember that time Aziraphale stopped two thugs in a foggy cemetery to borrow a phone to check on Crowley when he was reminded of how he was taken from him some 200 years prior?

And what about this?

And you know what else does Aziraphale do for Crowley?

Trusts him

Teases him

Makes him laugh

Goes back to his abusers to protect him

And looks at him like this:

I run out of the 30 allowed images

[revelboo]

Hello. Your stories are beautiful. Can I ask you write something with Optimus Prime IDW? Thank you very much in advance. ^^

Sure

Gravity Pt 7

IDW Optimus x Reader

• You’re dancing again and he watches from the corner of his optic as he works, one foot sliding sideways before you shift your weight and spin. Servos stilling on his keyboard, he rumbles softly. Likes to watch you move, the way you can twist and bend like you’re boneless. And you catch him watching, flashing your little teeth at him with a laugh. “When I was a kid, my mom was obsessed with living out her dumb ballerina dreams through me,” you say, arms above your head. “Bet she’s rolling in her grave that I ended up an exotic dancer.”

• “Exotic?” He asks and he’s so innocent, it’s sweet. Running through the moves helps you relax, gives your worry and tension an outlet. You wonder what the big guy would think of you if you actually explain it to him, your slide from rebellious teenager to desperate adult. Because working in that dump was only the latest in a string of bad decisions. Every attempt you make to claw your way out of the gutter only driving home that maybe that’s where you belong. You’d resigned yourself to it, gotten tougher and blunter out of necessity, but somehow you can’t make yourself tell him that. He’s just this pinnacle of good and right. And he might not touch you so kindly or at all if he knew how awful you really are. “You were alone?” He asks when you don’t respond. Worrying over you like he always does.

• Blowing out a breath, you rake your fingers through your hair to send it into disarray and stare up at him. Little teeth sinking into your bottom lip as you wave a hand at him. “Don’t worry about it, big guy,” you tell him, but your smile doesn’t reach your eyes. “I can take care of myself.” You can, but still. You’re his to care for and protect, but he won’t pry or push. Hopes you’ll open up to him eventually. Entrust your burdens to him.

• Reaching out slowly as if giving you the option to avoid his touch, he hovers a servo just in front of you and you lean into it, wrapping your arms around that big digit. “I know you can, but I’ll still here if you need me,” he says and the that deep, rumbling voice rolls through you. Makes you realize that you’ve stopped plotting escape or even looking for an opportunity. That you don’t want to go back to your old life. There’s no one left to care for you or even notice that you’ve disappeared except your creditors anyway. Sure, Optimus is only invested in you to keep his own people safe and out of a weird sense of honor, but you want to pretend he really cares. That you belong here and that this time home won’t be ripped out of your fingers.

• “Sure,” you say, little arms hugging his servo and the feel of your heart beating against him. So small, but you try so hard to be independent. Not asking him for anything, even though he’d try to find you whatever you need to be happy. Smiling all the time like you are now, even though it’s brittle. Pretending nothing touches you, when he can tell it does. And all he can do is wait for you to trust him. To really talk to him, because until then he’ll hoard those details of your past that you accidentally let slip.

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[anniflamma]

Okay… I’m going to rant about a book that I read a while ago.... And I can’t deny it anymore… it was a bad book.

The Passion of Sergius and Bacchus by David Reddish. It’s a romantic retelling of the Christian saints Sergius and Bacchus.

To tell the story briefly about these saints, Sergius and Bacchus were third-century Roman soldiers and Christian martyrs. The oldest record of their martyrdom describes them as erastai (Greek for “lovers”). Scholars believe they may have been united in the rite of adelphopoiesis, a kind of early Christian same-sex union. When their Christian faith became known, after they refused to attend sacrifices to Zeus, Sergius and Bacchus were arrested and paraded through the streets in women’s clothing in an unsuccessful effort to humiliate them. The reason it failed was that the duo didn’t feel humiliated being dressed as women. After that they were both executed. Bacchus was beaten to death and Sergius was forced to walk in inward-iron-spiked metal shoes to another town and there was executed.

So, of course, when I found out there was a book retelling about them, I bought it immediately and obviously ignored the negative reviews. I read it with rose-tinted glasses on and loved it! Sure, I could see some red flags, but I ignored them, and to be honest, there are some parts of the book that is very good.

But here’s the problem with it: Reddish’s way of portraying women is… very questionable. For example, there are only two named female characters in the book. Only two. The first one is Helen, whose personality traits are that she’s pregnant and stupid. Im not kidding. Not that she actually does anything dumb, the narrative just tells us she’s stupid. She don't do anything, like she takes parts in some conversations with the other male characters but other than that, nothing. But the book itself and the maincharacters acts like she is the most dumb person there is. Later in the book, she dies, motivating another male character to make irrational decisions out of grief. Her only purpose is to serve as a plot device when she dies.....

The second named female character is Miriam (I remember right...), and she’s a homophobe. She does have a small arc where she recognizes she’s wrong, the next chapter she’s back to being homophobic again, and the narrative nor other characters doesn’t acknowledge her regression.

Trigger warning for the topic of rape.

Then there’s another female character who appears in the book. She doesn’t have a name. She’s basically just a narrative device to show that Sergius is a good person. There’s a scene where Sergius finds a group of Roman men raping a 14-year-old girl. He kills them and saves her. He doesn’t speak to her, she have no speaking lines, and then… Sergius just leaves and continues with whatever he was doing before. The plot moves on, and it’s never mentioned again....This entire scene happens in less than one page. At first, I thought it would come back to bite Sergius, you know, because he just killed four Roman men.... but nope! It was just there to show that Sergius thinks rape is bad and that he’s a skilled fighter who can take down four men at once. That’s all. Wtf?

This is why I hate stories that use rape as a tool to make a male character look good...

And then there’s the moment when Sergius and Bacchus were forced to be dressed in women’s clothing… In this retelling book, it’s portrayed as deeply shameful. Sergius has a long inner monologue about how awful he feels seeing Bacchus in women’s clothing, blah blah blah.

Like… this book shits on every single female character it has, and when it reaches the part where, in the original story, the men proudly embrace being “Brides of Christ,” it does the exact opposite. Yet Sergius is described as empathetic toward women’s suffering, that guy have inner monologues about how much he thinks that women should be treated better but at the same time he’d rather be physically tortured than wear women’s clothing.... And Sergius nor the narrative never questions why Sergius feel that way.... Talk about the irony... a modern retelling of an ancient story about two men who proudly embrace becoming "Brides of Christ" which leads to their death, yet in this version, it’s portrayed as something shameful.

How do you, as an author, take an old story from the freaking third century and potray it like this? There is no women in the legend so all these female characters are made up by the author... I can't help it but it feels like this author just simply don't like women... I really wanted to like this book... but once you see it without the redtinded glasses... it's really hard for me to recommend it... Stay away guys.

[mylonelylife135]

Something Important for 'My Pathetic Family' guys!

*Chapter 2 will be out by the late morning!*

*YOU WILL BE ABLE TO MAKE DECISIONS BASED ON POLLS SOON ONCE YOU ARE OLD ENOUGH TO MAKE IMPACTFUL DECISIONS IN THE STORY!* (This will be by chapter 3!)

*The story will be a darker centered story than most fics, so it will be steered in a certain direction. However, your decisions and what you decide to do or learn will decide whether you succeed in your goals or not!*

*You can either choose to do dumb shit, some heinous ass shit or maybe do something nice for a character if you don't secretly hate them! You'll probably get an option to do something funny occasionally if you're feeling petty with a character.*

*That or you can try to learn new things as you get older. This will be mainly for when you are younger cause kids are curious and so are you!*

*You're going to have to be a bit older to actually try and do heinous ass shit. No offense, but you ain't committing crimes at 6 years old guys💀*

*RELATIONSHIP STATUS* (This will start next chapter!)

An integral part of the story, they will start to be shown every chapter and when a new character is introduced in the family and maybe some other characters if you get to meet them.

PLOT TWIST!

I'm showing how much YOU like The Batfam, what you think of them and if you love them, hate them, if you think they're mean or scary or anything like that. YOUR FEELINGS MATTER TOO IN THIS STORY GUYS! If they didn't this would be a very boring fic 😭

You want to know how the others feel about you? Tooo badddd. (It also might be too many numbers to remember and will get overwhelming to remember, especially if it's changing every chapter. Sorry guys but we both gotta keep our sanity.)

So, numbers! We all love Numbers!

0-15/100: you barely know the person. You probably aren't comfortable around them and you wouldn't be able to pick them out from a crowd.

20-30/100: you're aware of them, you don't think of them as a friend or anything, barely an acquaintance, let alone family.

40-50/100: You know the person, what they like and dislike; you might even like them a little or respect them. They're an acquaintance at best.

50-55/100: They're almost a friend, you both know each other, maybe you both have something you enjoy in common and talk often. There's a good chance you'll hang out now that you know eachother better if given the chance.

55-60/100: Congrats, you're friends! A normal, healthy relationship!

60-80/100: Getting closer, I see? You're starting to care about this character a lot and like being around them. You might even share your vulnerabilities with them if you ever open up.

80-90/100: You love them very deeply and would be saddened if they died or got hurt, you might also cling to them and only really be around this person instead of others you don't know as well.

100/100: I don't think you wanna get here, you might become a bit too obsessed with the person.

If you get to 100%, the story could potentially end. You're the yandere at this point, my guy. You're the problem. A second chance can be given.

*Unless you are still young, you can't do shit to the characters then unless you're like Damian.*

*Spoiler: You ain't built THAT kind of different. Damian is Damian and you are you.*

Now, I know what you're thinking. You're all so funny and attractive, but wait! What if it's the other way around and the numbers go in the negatives?

The answer is: Not good my friends! Not good for you or the character!

It's very important that you have a good relationship with characters.

However, if the characters are mean, insulting, or they even attempt to sabotage or hurt you?

You'll grow to dislike this person. You might even grow to hate them or worse, want to hurt them.

-5/100: You don't really know them but don't like them because of an interaction, wondering why they weren't nice or maybe insulted you. An apology would bring this back to zero.

-10 or -15/100: You're starting to wonder if you did anything wrong, if you weren't mean to them you'll become slightly annoyed and might not want to be in their presence shortly after a bad interaction. This can be fixed if the character apologizes or is a bit nicer.

-20/100: You're starting to become frustrated with this person after repeated bad interactions with them, at this point if the character also has bad interactions with a character you are friends with it will go down further. An apology alone won't fix this.

-30/100: You now start to dread seeing this person or interacting with them, expecting the worst after insults or even more bad interactions. You remember what they've done and you won't forget it either.

-40/100: You start avoiding this person and will now start to hate them. You've learned by now that they won't stop being mean, insulting you or throwing jabs at you.

-50/100: Alright so this is where it's gonna start getting bad. A character can get this low with you if they attack you. (I think you know who would do this. It's literally a trope at this point in every fic I've seen with the neglectful batfam.) You will start to hate them even more and will start insulting them under your breath or start wishing ill on them, their actions towards you will lower even more at a faster rate.

Unless the character has a brain tumor that's making them act irrationally, it's only going to get harder for a character to get out of this percentage without a very good justification or unless they are actively trying to make things right.

-60/100: You start planning on how to get the characters to mess up on missions and start sabotaging them, potentially getting them hurt or in dangerous situations.

-70/100: You are actively sabotaging the characters equipment, missions and information in the hopes of getting them hurt.

It's very easy at this stage to go lower to the -80s immediately, 70s is entirely skippable simply due to how much you hate them.

-80/100: You are actively planning on how to hurt the character or worse. It would take a miracle for you to get out of this state into a less dangerous one. At this point, one more major bad action or a major bad interaction can make you go to 90% instantly.

-90/100: You act out the plan on how to hurt the character and attempt to do so. Whether you succeed on hurting them depends in your skills.

-100/100: You've gotten to the point that you hate this character so much that you snap and take matters into your own hands.

If this happens, the story can potentially end right here as there is no going back from what you did to the character. Or a second chance can be given.

You might also be wondering: can we stop this from happening?

Kind of. You can avoid characters so the meters don't go too high or too low. However, if the meter is in the high negatives at this point it will be up to the character to try and change the relationship for the better because at this point you will most likely not be interested in being kind towards a character you wish ill will on.

TLDR: You can make dumb decisions, heinous ass decisions, funny decisions, learn new stuff. 1 to 100 is good, -1 to -100 is not good. The character or you can be fucked if it goes to 100% or -100% unless you're too young to do anything. You can kind of stop it. Good luck guys. You can also become a yandere cause why not everyone else can why not you?

[bunni-v1]

How to Make a Memorable Birthday

🍓Dog, this is later than I wanted, but I was actually slaving over this thing for days. Like, I'm a disaster over this piece, it's actually killing me. I have no idea if it even ended up GOOD, I just wanted to write something vaguely marathon sex-ish for his birthday. Please, god, don't be mean to me I will cry.

TW: NSFW (duh); Marathon sex; Rough(ish) sex; Mention of dumbification; titty sucking (amen); Caleb is refered to as puppy and doglike once or twice (not verbally); grammar and spelling errors probably; weak attempts at summarizing parts of his card

Info: Caleb x Reader; Card Based (No Return Night); Smut with the sprinkling of plot

Word Count: 5.8k

It was difficult to make a unique birthday experience for someone like Caleb. You’d known him for so long that you’d already tried most things out by the time he turned twenty. On top of that, he had so many friends who adored him that most of your efforts felt like they’d get lost in the sea of good wishes. Not to mention the fact that he always insisted that he loved everything you’d gotten him, so you never knew if he actually liked it or if he was just being his usual dismissive self.

Today, this birthday, felt different. It was just the two of you all day, no one else to bother you. You’d done everything in your power to make him feel as special as he makes you feel; The restaurant, the movie, the gifts were all chosen carefully to prove that you could make today perfect. More for yourself than him, but he always said what made you happy made him happy, so you could dismiss your selfishness for now.

Truthfully, everything was perfect. Nothing went wrong; he loved everything and told you so. So, why did you feel so unfulfilled? You’d done everything to make it special, and it was special… yet… it didn’t feel that way. Anyone could’ve done those things for him, and sure you did, but that wasn’t the point. How could you give him something memorable, something he wants more than anything in the world? Something only you could offer him.

Something glints in your peripheral vision, the purplish tin of candy catching your eye. Sour and sweet candies you’d picked up on a whim earlier, craving something sweet to suck on while you were alone tonight. You pick it up, observing the tin curiously, flipping it this way and that in your hands. It was the same color as Caleb’s eyes, and it made you realize how much you missed him. You had just seen him; he was literally down the hall, but you missed him.

Clutching the candies to your chest, you sigh and give in to your wants for once. You’d just go downstairs for a little bit, just to see if he was down there, and if he wasn’t, you’d come back up and get ready for bed. Ingenious.

You tiptoe down the stairs, wanting to keep quiet for some reason. You’re grateful for the decision, because you get to stop at the bottom of the stairs and see quite the sight. Caleb is, unsurprisingly, still sitting on the couch. Sprawled comfortably, fingers tapping rhythmically on the throw pillow next to him, like he’s been waiting for you to see him. He’s almost contemplative, holding the necklace you’d given him up, stroking the metal with a kind of affection you don’t think you’ll ever understand. It makes butterfly wings flutter in your stomach, leaving you breathless as you admire him.

He doesn’t say anything to you, he doesn’t even look your way, but you know he’s aware of you. He’s always aware of you. It’s his secret sixth sense, one you were equal parts grateful and resentful of. Glancing down at the candies, you mentally scold yourself for how silly you were acting. Coming down here without reason was enough to make you feel dumb, but his knowing was a whole other reason to feel ridiculous. Backing out now wasn’t an option, but maybe you could get away with a little white lie. You walk up to him quietly, the quiet sound of your feet padding across the hardwood floor loud in the silent air.

He looks up to you when you’re at his side, smirking like he was in on a secret you weren’t aware of, “Is this the post-credits scene?”

You tap your fingers against the tin, reminding yourself to stay stronger than your racing heart, “...I just remembered I haven’t given you your gift yet.”

“Right,” He leans forward, looking at you expectantly, “Well, I’m here.”

Another wave of nervousness floods through your gut. What exactly were you thinking again? What did you want, coming down and hoping he was here? You knew the answer, of course, but it didn’t relieve you. You felt like a horny teenager again, and you wanted to get out before he put two and two together. After your moment of hesitancy, you push the tin of candies into his waiting hands. 

You don’t miss the way he looks at you, eyebrows raised as if asking, ‘Are you serious?’ It does not make you feel any better about your intentions, and it certainly doesn’t make you feel like you got away with your little plan. 

“Well,” you turn on your heels quickly when he takes it from you, eager to avoid the potential awkwardness that was about to suffocate you, “now that you have your present, I should head to bed.”

You get two steps in before he grabs your wrist, stopping you in your tracks without having to tug. He gives you a moment, a chance to pull away. You don’t. Then he tugs you into his lap, and time blurs together. The next few moments are hazy, drowned out by the pounding of your heart in your ears. 

He whispers words with cryptic meanings that somehow make perfect sense to you. You feed him sour candy, and feel electricity run through your nerves when his tongue brushes your fingertips. You touch his lips, feeling how chapped they were, but loving the texture regardless, because it was his lips you were touching. And he kisses you. 

Hesitant at first, unsure of whether it was right to do so. It’s a bit silly, you think, to worry about that when he knew what you wanted from the start, but that was what you loved about him. Slowly, you give in to him, sliding your hand up to his hair to press him closer. He pauses, like he’s surprised by the approval, then dives back in for a deeper kiss.

You hear him swallow the candy, and you have half a mind to be jealous of the stupid thing. Especially when he separates, looking up at you with big puppy dog eyes that make you want to kiss him more stupid. You let him speak, though, drawing his thumb over your lip and following it with his eyes. Nothing he says makes any sense, and yet you understand every word like second nature.

It makes you smile, hearing him be so open and vulnerable with you. He’s still unsure, despite his confessions. Despite you sitting on top of him, despite you making out with him so passionately. He’s still worried he’s not the Caleb you want; you can see it in his eyes. You want to prove to him that he is. 

One shove has him lying against the couch cushions, eyes wide in surprise as his back hits them with a thud, “Wherever you are, what I wanted was always for you…” 

You cup his face, leaning down to capture him in another slow and sweet kiss, proof, “to be drawn to me… with the weakest gravitational pull.”

He laughs, like it’s ridiculous, and you know what it means. It was silly how the two of you managed to dance around your feelings for so long when they were so intense. You don’t know how he managed to do it his whole life, your feelings were rather new, and they were consuming you from the inside out. His control was something to be envied.

“Gravity can’t be blamed for two people in love,” he murmurs, low and deep and full of that affection you could never comprehend.

You didn’t need to comprehend, though, not with him. He would simply show you other ways to share in the affection, and eventually it would come to you without thinking. So, you kiss him again, giving him the go-ahead first. He doesn’t hesitate this time, swallowing you up in another deep kiss, pressing you closer like he’s trying to merge your bodies. 

You fall to the floor at some point, too lost in the moment to pause and care about the hardwood beneath you. Caleb softens the fall for you anyway, so there’s no reason to focus on anything but the way his lips dance against yours. You’re panting when he pulls away, watching the way he can’t stop staring at your lips. Your hand is held to his heart, and you can feel the way it pounds against his ribcage, just like yours. 

His lips quirk, “...See? This is how you draw me in every time without fail.”

You let your eyes flutter closed when he kisses you again, breathing him in like air. The candy lingered on his tongue, sending a jolt of sour that made your head feel unbelievably fuzzy. He kissed like he needed you to live, like he would die if he stopped. You wonder where he got these skills from, before the thought is lost to the feeling of something hard poking into your thigh. 

You tighten your fingers interlaced with his, squeezing just a little, just enough to notice. He squeezes back, reassuring and gentle. It’s enough assurance that you purposefully brush your leg against his hard-on, rewarded with a delicious hiss from him. When you do it again, his free hand stops you, grabbing and pulling it up and away with ease.

“Be nice,” he whispers against your lips.

You giggle, “Why should I be?”

He pulls away, playful admonishment shimmering in his eyes, “It’s my birthday.”

“Only for another few minutes,” you retort.

He hums, leaning down to kiss along your jaw, “I’ll be sure to remember that on your birthday then.”

His lips trace down your jaw, stopping where it connects to your neck. You think he’s going to pull away, but then he licks the spot like testing the waters, and then he’s sucking it. It’s a bit harsh, stinging as his teeth graze the skin over, but pleasant. You should’ve figured he’d want to leave a few marks, but it comes as a pleasant surprise nonetheless. When he’s satisfied with that one, he moves down and repeats the process a few more times. 

The new blooming marks sting satisfyingly, illuminated by the warm glow of the lights around the two of you. He admires them with a smirk, proud of his handiwork. It makes your face heat up; being desired so openly by him is new. You want to rub your thighs together, but he’s holding on to the one so tight you can’t. It only twitches uselessly in his hand, which has him squeezing back, worsening the heat pooling in your stomach. 

It’s a good feeling, you think, but not one you’re ready to face. Not by yourself. Luckily, Caleb wouldn’t let you do that. He leans down, nudging your nose gently, focusing you back on him. He’s looking at you like you’re the whole world, and you feel the same way looking back. How hopeless could the two of you get?

“You doin’ okay?” He laughs out, stroking his thumb along the hem of your skirt.

You nod, “I want this… you.”

“Me too,” he sighs out, heavy like a confession of his crimes that he’d been keeping for too long, “I want to take care of you.”

You don’t respond, instead pulling him back into a heated kiss. His tongue finds its way inside your mouth in an instant, and the desire from earlier is back like a fiery flame. It burns both of you from the inside out, only satiated by the way your tongues dance together. Easing with each inch of skin that presses against one another.

Without thinking, you hook your leg over his hip, pulling it flush with yours. His hard-on presses against your inner thigh, making you want to press yourself into it further. You do just that when he groans, smiling when he jolts a little in surprise. It’s cute how this super soldier of a man seems to be so weak to you, but then his inhuman ability to adapt kicks in, and he’s the one pressing against you.

He moves just enough that he’s pressing himself to your core, earning more than a few gasps of satisfaction. Tongue tangle as he rolls his hips into you at an even pace, fingers still gripping yours like a vice, a reminder that he is still your Caleb, despite the changes you were going through together. Your free hand slides down his front, finding his belt and fumbling around to loosen it. When you can’t, he slides his across your thigh and atop yours to help, the joint effort easing it out of the buckle and free enough that you can get to the button and zipper with no problem.

You both laugh a little when he pulls away to help you free himself from his boxers, then you abruptly stop when you see the size of him. Blinking back and forth between his face and his dick a few times in disbelief. He follows your gaze, growing smug with each flick of your eyes. Sure, he probably wasn’t the biggest guy out there, but he was big. Big enough that you’d never be able to take anything less afterwards – not that you’d planned to.

“Impressed?” He asks, low and teasing, reminding you that it was still Caleb you were gawking at. 

His ego was big enough as it is, so you frowned at him, “No.”

“No?” He laughs, leaning back over you, “Have you seen someone bigger? If so, you should give me his name, we can have a little comparison.”

“No,” you laugh, shoving at his chest playfully as he presses little vengeful kisses across your cheeks, “You are such an idiot, you know that.”

He hums, “You love it.”

You have a retort ready, happy to throw more words back and forth, but they die on your tongue in a jumble heap as his hand inches beneath your skirt. Lashes fluttering nervously when they skim the lacy edge of your panties, ones you’d picked specifically to match the outfit. To surprise him with. You didn’t think he’d get to see them tonight, yet here you were.

They dip slightly below the pantyline, and his lips graze your ear, gentle and reverent in the way they kiss you, “You can say no anytime, okay?”

He waits patiently for you to nod, then he slides his fingers in fully. He takes a second to feel around, getting an idea of your anatomy before he dips into the wetness pooling in your underwear. He slides it up to your lips, spreading them just enough that he can fiddle around and look for your clit. It isn’t perfect, it’s sloppy in its execution, but it’s all you want from him. When he finds your little bud and rolls it properly, you whine, closing your eyes tightly to zero in on the feeling.

You don’t hear him sigh in relief when you do that, too busy trying to move your hips into his rhythm. They dip down lower, following the hem of your pussy to your opening. Carefully, he prods one finger at your entrance, unsure but willing as he slides it inside. It’s much bigger than your own, rough and calloused as it slides into your gummy walls. He wiggles it experimentally, getting you gasping. He curls it next, and you moan, encouraging him to keep it up. 

He finds a nice rhythm, slow curls, and then a few faster pumps. It’s embarrassing how sensitive you are, whimpering and whining like you were in heat. He likes it, though, from the way his member twitches against you at each little sound. Another finger is added, then another, stretching you out pleasantly and slowly. Preparing you for the main event that neither of you could wait for. 

You don’t finish on his fingers; he lets you adjust to the size and the movement, then he pulls out all the way. If you were gonna cum, you were cumming with him, no questions asked. You watch him in a dreamlike state as he bunches your skirt up at your waist, methodically tucking your panties to the side. You want him inside you so badly, you don’t even think about protection until he’s pulling a condom from his pocket and ripping it open with his teeth. You’re not sure if it’s weird to find the way he slides it over himself hot, but the heated stare he gives you doesn’t let you linger on it too long.

He rubs some of your slick along his shaft, positioning himself at your entrance as he leans over you again. The hand still holding yours flexes, tightening its grip slightly as if to ask for permission. You follow its movements, repeating the squeeze, and nodding for safe measure. He shudders out a relieved sigh, pressing his forehead to yours, screwing his eyes shut as he makes the first push into your plush walls. 

Both of your jaws drop open, Caleb letting out an audible shudder as he sinks in further. He fit you deliciously, like a missing piece of a puzzle. The stretch was there, but it was anything but unpleasant. Each inch was another reason why you loved him, tightening your hold on his hand like a tether to the world. His head had fallen from yours, busying his mouth with going over those lovebites again as a distraction from your tight heat. 

He had to pause when he was fully inside, gasping for air like you your stealing it from his lungs yourself. You raked your free hand through his hair, trying to ease his endless trembling. His hands are flexing endlessly as he tries his best not to cum on the spot. You wouldn’t think him such a weak man, but maybe it was only because it was you he was inside. It was probably a dream come true, just like it was for you, so you can’t hold it against him.

When he comes back up from your shoulder, his face is five times redder, and his hair is stuck to his forehead. He’s never looked hotter.

“God, Pips,” He strains, looking at you like it was all your fault.

All you can focus on is that he just called you pips like he wasn’t inside you, “Do not call me ‘Pips’ while you’re inside me.”

You’d expect him to shoot back with something snarky, but he doesn’t have it in him, “Fuck, baby, can I move?”

The desperation is surprising, sending a shock of something new through your body that you’d have to deal with later. Right now, all you could do was nod, because you weren’t in a much better state. He mumbles out a thank you, moving so he could kiss you again. Sloppier than before, but a welcome change from the haziness the two of you were experiencing. 

Slowly, he begins to pull out, not even halfway to start. Shallow thrusts of his hips against yours, easy to keep up with. You feel every inch of him like this, walls clamping down on him like they couldn’t stand to be empty again. You roll your mound against him, sighing happily at the friction. You’d dreamed of how he might feel inside you before, but your mind couldn’t ever imagine how this felt. It was perfectly imperfect the way his hips rutted against yours. Desperate and all the same loving.

He swallowed your moans up with his kisses, muffling his own at the same time. You’d both waited too long for this moment, and it felt like the stars had finally aligned for you. The desperation to make one another come undone was far more than earned at this point. That's why it came as no surprise that your release was coming down upon you quickly. Both of you were far too needy to last long, especially not when it felt like you were made for each other.

He kisses down your neck as you get closer, wanting to hear your sweet sighs of his name. You oblige him, filling up the house with praises of him. You feel like it’s the only thing you remember how to say as your mind grows fuzzier and fuzzier.

“Caleb,” you whimper, tugging on the hair close to his scalp, “‘m close.”

He shudders, “Me too, baby. Let’s cum together, yeah?”

You nod adamantly, wanting nothing more in the world in this moment. Your walls clench down on him, trying their best to make that happen without being told by you. You feel his grip tightening on you, pulling you closer until he physically cannot do so. The heat of your skin aids the sensation growing between the two of you, and before either of you can think, you are tumbling over the edge together. 

He calls your name in a broken sound, like he can’t believe that this is real. He is trembling in your grasp, squeezing you so tight you’re afraid you might have a Caleb-shaped bruise across the whole of your body. You’re sure he’d like that, too. He is still trembling when you finally come back down to earth, but it’s not from the aftershocks of his orgasm. No, he’s simply overcome with emotion.

There’s no tears when he looks at you, only a wide-eyed stare like a boy who couldn’t believe his eyes. It makes you want to cry, seeing how much this means to him. How much you mean to him. The perfect birthday present you could’ve gotten him came for free, and you were too busy worrying over silly things like your own insecurities when you should’ve just shown how much you loved him to start.

“You’re perfect,” he whispers, soft and insistent, leaving no room for argument.

You smile, pulling him into a soft kiss, “So are you.”

He sits you up, letting go of your hand for the first time that night to hold your hips properly. His thumbs smooth over the fabric of your dress, drawing little comforting circles into the bone there. Lips kissing you slowly and easily, grounding yourselves back in the moment. Without disconnecting from you, he lifts you like you weigh nothing, settling you down onto the table.

Several decorations fell to the floor, some crushed under your weight, none important enough to pull away for. It was like you needed to be connected to him, or else you would fall apart without him holding you together. He haphazardly shoves the cake you’d gotten him to the edge of the table, pushing you to lie down again. You listen, leaning back while the kiss picks up heat again. 

You can feel him chubbing up again inside you, member throbbing against your walls as his tongue slides against yours. The passion is back, fire running along your veins with each desperate roll of his tongue. It’s not as sweet as before, but you don’t complain. You don’t think you want it to be sweet; you want his honesty. All of him, not just the soft and vulnerable parts, but the rough and ugly parts too. The ones that wanted to consume you whole, you wanted to love them too.

He pulls away first, chuckling when you try and chase his lips. He’s got you caged between his arms, surrounded by him. He takes a second to admire you, eyes grazing over your body with a sparkle. He’s red in the face still, out of breath and sweaty, and absolutely beautiful. He grazes your cheek with a gentle finger, smiling at the way you blink at the contact.

“Can I be a little rough?” He asks, and it makes you wonder why he would even do so. Of course, he can; you trust him more than anything in the world. Yet, he still thought to ask instead of scaring you. He was going to be the death of you.

You bring a hand up to cup his face, smiling back at him as if it was a silly question, “I trust you, Caleb.”

A relieved sigh tumbles past his lips, as if there were any other answer he could’ve gotten in the first place. It’s almost cute how fragile he was capable of being for you, his efforts to be open not lost on you. Then, he’s readjusting himself, pulling out with a hiss from both parties. One hand taps his shoulders, signaling you to place your legs over them. You do so without argument, entranced by the way he takes control of the situation so well. 

He fishes around in his pocket for another condom, repeating his earlier motions with ease, and again, you think you find it too hot to be normal. You don’t question why he has more than one; it doesn’t matter to you when he’s sliding the black lace panties off you and into his pocket. A soft kiss is pressed to your calf, working up to your knee as he worships your skin simply for being yours. His eyes watch yours the whole way up, distracting you from the way he glides against your folds, lubing himself up again for good measure.

You only look down when he’s pressing into you again, whining out a broken version of his name at the ease with which you take him in. Your pussy has already gotten used to having him inside you, a very dangerous thing. He groans into your skin when he’s down to the hilt, eyes fluttering like he can’t control the motion. You can’t when you repeat it, breath catching at how pretty he is. 

He smiles at you, pressing another kiss to the inside of your knee, watching the way you seem to struggle with brain fog. He always did like it when you played a little dumb with him, it makes sense he’d relish in you being a little ditzy now, meant he could take care of your needs better. He looks away to follow his hands down your thighs, bunching your dress up high so he can properly see the way he fits inside you.

Hands grip your hips, firm but not painful. He’s distracted by the way they seem to sink into the skin there, squeezing and releasing over and over, methodical in the way he plays with you. You don’t interrupt the moment he’s having, letting himself enjoy the sight until he looks to you again. You don’t realize that’s your warning until he’s pulling out, fully this time, and pushing his hips back to yours. 

It’s not shallow, hitting you hard and deep with each movement, trying to draw out moans from your lips. It’s successful, head rolling and back arching from the new pace. You feel his eyes burning a trail across your skin, but you don’t have the mind to be embarrassed by it at the moment. It’s so much more than you expected from him, but you have a hard time being surprised. You knew Caleb, after all, he was going to break for you eventually.

You can’t even lift your hips to match him; he’s pressing them firmly into the table, not allowing you to move. He was in control, and he wasn’t letting you do anything but give while he took. It was hard to be angry when he had your thoughts in such a tangled mess anyway, only wanting to chase after the pleasure. Since you couldn’t physically after his thrusts, you did the next best thing, fingers sliding down between your legs to help him out.

It makes you a little smug when his eyes follow them, hips stuttering for a second as they spread your lips to reach the little nub of pleasure between them. You rub circles matching the speed of his thrusts, slow and deliberate. Each one electricity through your body, doubling the whines of his name, but that doesn’t seem to satisfy him.

There is a spark of annoyance in his eyes, bringing his prosthetic arm down to swat your hand away so he could do it. The biometric skin there is cool in contrast to the heat of your own; the circles he draws are rougher but so much better than your own. You feel the coil from earlier building in your stomach, and you almost resent it for doing so. You didn’t want it to be over yet; you were enjoying yourself too much.

Still, your body wasn’t listening, nor was Caleb. He kept up the rough and hard pace, pounding the coil tighter and tighter. It only takes a few more rubs of your clit to get you screaming out his name, muscles spasming at the intensity of the stimulation. Your head spins, and he doesn’t relent, working you through your orgasm the same way he got you to it. 

He slows when you start to push at him, removing his hand from you and making a show of lapping your juices off it. He pulls out of you instead of resting inside, massaging your hips gently as he watches you settle. He’s back to being careful with you, like he wasn’t just rutting into you like he was in heat. Contradictory as ever, and you wouldn’t change it for a thing.

He sets your legs down on the floor as he sits back, petting your thighs as you sit up. He smiles at you, tilting his head like a puppy, and you positively have to kiss him when he looks at you like that. Sighing against his lips satisfactorily, happy with yourself. 

“Let’s clean you up,” He whispers against your lips, still so concerned for you.

You nearly agree there, if not for the fact that his still at attention, member bobs distractingly as he stands. You didn’t even notice with how much you were drowning in your pleasure; he never finished. It annoys you a bit how he doesn’t seem to care much either – wasn’t this for him? How could you let him walk away unsatisfied?

He grunts when you push him onto the couch, blinking up at you in surprise as you glare at him. He tilts his head, almost cutely, and pouts at you innocently. You don’t let it get to you this time, placing your hands on your hips stubbornly.

“You didn’t finish.” You scold.

He glances down at himself, “I didn’t need to.”

You screw your face up, angry that he would dismiss his needs so easily, “I need you to.”

He goes to give you another retort, but stops when you turn around again. For a second, it seems like you’re leaving, ready to pout in the other room and make him run after you like you were kids. You don’t leave, and you never thought to. Instead, your hand finds the zipper of your dress and slides it down, letting it slip off your shoulders and pool at your feet.

You smile over your shoulder, enjoying the way his eyes can’t seem to decide on what part of you to stare at. You turn, and they land on your chest, watching it jiggle slightly with each step you take toward him. Subconsciously, he reaches out when you throw your legs over either side of him, hands sliding to your breasts without thought. Squeezing and flicking experimentally, giddy like a kid on Christmas.

“This is your gift,” you say quietly, drawing his attention back to you, “I want you to take as much as you can.”

His jaw set, thinking it over like it was some dramatic decision. You’d already made it abundantly clear what you wanted tonight, but he was still himself. He was still worried about going too far, so you would be patient and remind him again and again until it was as natural as breathing. He sighs, pressing a kiss to your clavicle as his admission of defeat. It makes you smile, reaching down between yourself to help slide him into your heart again.

You’re still very sensitive, as is he, evident by the way you both whimper when he’s sheathed inside again. You don’t waste time before you’re rolling your hips into him, sloppy and desperate for a quick release. He takes your breast in his mouth, sucking and teething on it to muffle the sounds of his moans. His robotic arm helps you bounce on his dick while the human one plays with your free tit, rolling and pinching your nipple.

Both of you cum fast, overwhelmed and overstimulated. You don’t stop when you cum though, and he doesn’t make you. He lets you overstimulate yourself, holding you tight as you elongate his orgasm and pull another one from yourself. He only stops for a moment to flip you over, face down ass up, and take you from behind. Then, bent over the back of the couch, on your knees, legs over your head, held against the wall, until you eventually migrated to the window.

Your chest pressed to the glass, ass pushing back into his thrusts desperately, fucked dumb and empty headed. His fingers curl over yours on the glass, head tucked into your shoulder so he could suck more love bites into the supple flesh. You don’t think you’re capable of cumming again, you’re almost sure you’ve sucked him dry, but the burn in your tummy tells you otherwise.

He releases one of your hands in favor of lifting a leg up, supporting the new position with his strength alone, as all you can do is press into the glass. The glimmer of a sunrise shines over the horizon of the city, so pretty in the way it glints of the edges of the buildings, but all you can think about is how good he’s fucking you. Your only relief from the heat is the cool of the window, but even that seems to warm as your skin slides against it.

It’s intense, the way your orgasm comes over you. After multiple rounds of non-stop fucking, your throat can’t even produce more than a desperate squeak, body trembling in his hold. You feel him cum inside the condom, heat of his release seeping into your bones. It takes all the rest of your strength not to drop to the floor, letting him help you settle down in his arms instead.

He’s panting, just as dreary as you were, but he looks like a god amongst men in your eyes. He catches the look, gaze softening into something more tender. There’s no need for words in the moment, too encapsulated in one another to try and find them. The only thing you can think of is how much you adore him, and how happy you are to have been able to experience tonight with him like this. 

You had found the perfect gift for him, and you hoped he would remember it for years to come. The way he was looking at you, so gentle and adoring, told you that he would.

[indecisivekatz]

DAY 2 OF KPOP DEMON HUNTER ANALYSIS!: Headcanon or Actual Theory? Here's Why Abs Saja Might Have a Complex Against Jinu + Cracked Headcanons for the Saja Boys

I'm really doing this am I? Heads up, this is going to be a bit more sillier than my last analysis- XD So please expect more Mean Girls references

Warnings for potential spoilers!! (But I'm like 90% sure this is not going to be happen, for all we know Abs Saja might only have abs on his mind). Also warning for me respectfully roasting the Saja Boys. is it really respectful if I'm still roasting these demon bois?

Okay, we should probably start with quickly introducing who Abs Saja is- Since these guys are a bit harder to differentiate these plastics from one another.

This is Abs Saja, he's got dark pink hair (not to be confused with Romance Saja who has light pink hair) and giant abs.

That's why his abs are so big, ThEy'RE fULL oF sEcReTs

Okay- you see this man, right? Right. Okay intros over- XD

Here's my theory/headcanon. I think this man HATES Jinu (aka the leader of the Saja Boys) and is very envious of his position as the lead boy of the Saja Boys. But it's not just that, I have reasons to believe he also admires Jinu. It's complicated--

Now- bear with me for this slight tangent, in the 2004 film, Mean Girls, what did Cady Heron do when she "hated" Regina George? But also still admired her power?? She became a plastic....... and also like- sabotaged her and indirectly got her hit by a bus and she stood by Regina's side.

What I'm suggesting is, what is Abs Saja (I swear to god, we need these guys' names, I can't take myself seriously as I type this XD) is similar to Cady, in that, he always follows Jinu around... shadowing him.

Notice how whenever we see Abs Saja, he's always next to Jinu!

See a few examples here:

Now this could just be chalked up to it being the Saja Boys' marketable lineup positioning (notice how Aqua Haired Checkered-Sweater-Wearing Saja is also always next to Jinu)... but!

As even outside of their marketing when they're just casually plotting to destroy the HUNTR/X like any normal demonic boy band would do, there we see him, standing next to Jinu. And this time, Aqua-Haired Checkered-Sweater-Wearing Saja isn't!

And it's not just that

There we see him, Abs Saja. Standing next to Jinu!

It's a lot harder to see here since the lighting makes it difficult to see, but through a process of elimination, Romance Saja is on the far left, Aqua-Haired Checkered-Sweater-Wearing Saja (god why did I decide to call him this for a dumb bit- my fingers are getting tired- XD) is to his right, then in the middle is Mysterious Saja. Which only leaves... yep, you guessed it Jinu and Abs Saja!

"Wowee, we're gonna be walking past our rivals! Hey Jinu, do you mind if I trail just behind you? Since I'm like super fit, I can look very intimidating behind you--"

I like to think that part of why Abs Saja is always trailing Jinu, is because he's genuinely drawn to Jinu's charisma and does believe in him... and regardless if my theory about him hating Jinu is true, it's obvious that he definitely will follow whatever Jinu tells him to do....

"Go do my laundry Abs Saja!"

Okay, so what if Abs Saja is always near Jinu? Maybe he's the second in command and so he HAS to always be there next to him...

But you know what's kinda interesting that I noticed?

Okay, so we haven't seen the actual start to this song-- but, I find it, forgive me for repeating my words, interesting that we see Abs Saja in the middle...

Almost as if he's clawing at the chance to at least get some attention. Like this is an opportunity to be perceived as important for once. I know the other boys shift into the middle in future songs (Mysterious Saja seems to do this in the Awards Show Song), but it could be a deliberate decision to have this man be in the centre in what most likely is the boys' debut song.

EDIT: oh my gosh- I can’t believe I forgot to mention this but in their Soda Pop outfits, notice how the other guys are wearing longer sleeves, whilst Abs Saja and Jinu show off their arms? This very much could just be a coincidence, but I headcanoned that as them being the most open and proud about their demon heritage.

Another note, I know I've shown this image off three times already but...

Isn't it interesting how Abs Saja is leaning ONLY on Jinu. Sure, Aqua-Haired Checkered-Sweater-Wearing Saja is also leaning on Jinu, but he also is wrapping his arms around Romance Saja. And we don't see Abs Saja doing that for Mysterious Saja...... pfft, maybe the two secretly hate each other, and Jinu noticed Abs Saja excluding Mysterious Saja out, so he forced the two to get their sh** together and that's why the next time we presumably see them in a marketing image, he's shown to be leaning against him.

This doesn't really necessarily prove nor outright debunk the whole Abs Saja hating Jinu theory- but I definitely think it supports some parts of it.

Now like I said, a lot of what I've said could actually be chalked up to Abs Saja either being the second-in-command to Jinu or him genuinely admiring the man so much he follows him around like a puppy.

But since this story is embedded with themes of being in a KPop band, it could be fun to see representation of feeling inadequate compared to the lead face. Sure, Abs Saja wants to defeat the HUNTR/X! But perhaps there's just a small part of him that hates how much love and attention Jinu's getting from everyone. Maybe even in the demon world, Jinu's getting all the credit for this brilliant idea. But what about him? He put in just as much effort in studying BTS and learning how to "Hey batter, batter swing"- WAIT sorry, lemme go back to being serious.

He put in just as much effort to be the best fake boy band member he could possibly be! So it's not fair that Jinu's going to be the mastermind behind this entire plan!

Lol, I even made up the silly headcanon that reason Abs Saja got his abs is just so he could have something over Jinu ahahaha XD

Anywayy- I think that's about it for Abs Saja.

NOW LET'S TALK CRACK HEADCANONS

I have a dumb headcanon that Mysterious Saja has only like one eye, so that's why he covers up his upper face with both his bangs. And... well, now he literally can't see. A few people in the KPop Demon Hunters Discord server even pointed out how in this photo, he's not even looking at the camera-- Probably because the man can't see where the camera is

I have no evidence for this at all, but I like the idea that despite the guys seemingly getting along super well, it's total cat-iness behind closed doors (even in the Demon World).

I specifically love headcanoning that Abs Saja has major beef with Aqua-haired Checkered-Sweater-Wearing Saja and Romance Saja. Just utter hatred for each other. Maybe Romance Saja ate Abs Saja's last tub of ice cream and Aqua-Haired Checkered-Sweater-Wearing Saja ate from Abs Saja's cooking jar before proceeding to use all of Romance Saja's makeup. So all three of them just hate each other-

Now... we all know Jinu can play an instrument (still a bit unsure which instrument that is since I can't count the strings on the instrument he's seen with in the trailer, for me to be 100% sure), indicating that he was already musically gifted...

And assuming the other Saja Boys are just as musically gifted.... what is these guys are Demon Musical Theatre School drop outs-- 😂

"Oh yeah, our plan is to turn into a rival music band...!"

"So like this doesn't have anything to do with you guys failing the audition to Demon Theatre Camp--"

A final cracked headcanon that I have is... right now, we're unsure if the Saja Boys are related or not. And I genuinely love the implications of either one.

Either Jinu's known the other Saja Boys for a long time (maybe they're brothers, maybe they're all best friends, maybe they're exes (I swear to god, if they're brothers, this joke is gonna age so poorly)), so he really walked up to the group and said, "Hey, let's start a band--"

Or- if he didn't know them... then that implies Jinu must've held auditions or something- XD

"Calling All Attractive Demons! Do You Think You Can Sing??" p.s must be good with tigers.

Last cracked theory:

Bobby’s (The HUNTR/X’s manager…? I think) the twist villain-

Just kidding- lol xD…. Or am I?

Anyway, I hope you guys enjoyed the chaotic theories and headcanons I've wrought upon Tumblr....

I'm going to sign off now, leaving you with... whatever the heck these theories are 🤣

[casino-lights]

so we have confirmation that veilguard was made in a year and a half. that's understandably such a time crunch and must have put unimaginable stress on the dev team, especially with the mass effect team coming in partway through. I do have empathy for the writers. no one deserves to lose their job at a time like this, especially not after such a roller coaster of a development cycle and after working on this series for so many years.

however.

obsidian made kotor 2, a game praised for its writing and many fans' favorite of the pair, in 14 months. they then proceeded to make fallout: new vegas, again praised for its writing and hailed as a shining example of video game storytelling, in 18 months. a lot of content was ultimately cut from both of these games, but in kotor's case, it was lovingly added back in by fans over the years despite not being especially easy to mod because the fans were so passionate about what they already had that they wanted to enhance it. these games are both known to be kinda janky as well. but the games at their core have satisfying stories, characters, and an incredible overall narrative that feels satisfying and fits with their respective universes, maintains respect for the established lore and characters, and is tonally consistent with the atmosphere and themes of previous games. hell, dragon age 2 was also made in about the same time frame based on what I could find, and as much as the assets were reused there and it could be occasionally glitchy, it remains one of the best bioware narratives with some of their most memorable characters, and it accomplished that while both keeping to the lore and vibe of the dragon age series AND expanding it into new territory.

I am aware that there are differences like engines, era, expectations, pushes from management, etc, but I'm mostly focusing on the writing and the narrative team's priorities. I wouldn't care if they reused assets to save time and money. I wouldn't care if a couple side quests had to go, or some character arcs were a little less polished, or some side characters were cut entirely. honestly I would have preferred it if some of the characters WERE cut entirely. if you're just going to spit on all of her character development, don't bring morrigan back. cut some of that banter in the lighthouse and let me talk to my companions properly. cut that goddamn arena and put those resources toward fleshing out the lords of fortune. even if the rest of the team wanted that entire faction cut so they could focus on other things, cut the fucking faction.

I will never apologize for rightfully criticizing the choices the writers made while making this game. the game talks to you - both you as the player AND you as the character - like you're stupid. repeating things over and over again just to make sure you Really Get It, dumbing down so many aspects of its own lore, reducing any kind of conflict to therapy speak or an HR meeting, etc. rook has no characterization to speak of and their dialogue and tone is wildly inconsistent depending on which npc you're speaking to at the time. why is rook clever enough to do playful, flirty hunter/prey banter with davrin but also too awkward to properly flirt with harding? the one canonically nonbinary neurodivergent companion frequently expresses themselves by growling and roaring and their individuality and competency are repeatedly undermined by their own writer's narrative decisions and banter. the game disregards its own lore and at times straight up contradicts itself. it's pretty, but lacks substance, and fails to live up to the standards a lot of us had for a dragon age game.

I won't pretend I know everything that went on behind the scenes but I think a year and a half is more than enough time to write a better narrative than what we got, even with some pushback from another dev team. I've seen countless thinkpieces by fans who have come up with solutions for plot holes and fixes for the overall narrative, and these are people who came up with this stuff in a matter of a few days or weeks, or sometimes just a few hours. you can't blame me for thinking veteran bioware writers - who SHOULD know their own lore by now - could have come up with something better than this in that amount of time, regardless of the limitations. choices were made and things were prioritized that shouldn't have been. I do not forgive the writers, EA, or bioware execs for this, and I will continue to criticize the responsible parties for the product we were sold, which includes criticizing the writers for shoddy work.

tl;dr: I don't believe the writing team made the best of the time they had and I fault them for that. but maybe that's on me for hoping that a game with its narrative led by weekes and epler would have actually been good in the first place.

[whoopsyeahokay]

October Sun

summary: Xavier had been acting cagey for weeks, a fact you hadn't had the heart to address since Maddie's disappearance. but with his dubious return to school and how he loitered in the periphery of Nicole and Simon's orbit, you thought it was about time to get answers. too bad one pale, cow-eyed jock had other plans.

pairing: Wally Clark x fem!reader

warnings: eventual smutty smut smut. and mad spoilers. and obvious Canon divergence. very involved, very dense plot.

bon reading, frens

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OCTOBER SUN pt.4

Xavier knew that however weird you behaved, it was done with intention.

Sticking wads of gum in your hair at recess? Hana's brother had shaved a strip off the top of Hana's head in 5th grade and you'd needed to give your mom a reason. Giving Xavier's dad a casserole in a pan he'd have to return? He and Xavier hadn't had a homecooked meal since Xavier's mom went to visit her sister in 8th grade. Now every other Wednesday was circled on the calendar in Xavier's kitchen, Family Dinner scrawled in red sharpie.

So, whatever had possessed you into your uncharacteristic choice of outfit, Xavier knew there was a reason.

"Don't." You warned as soon as you opened the door.

Xavier smirked, eyeing you as you climbed into the passenger side of his truck. Of his friends, Mathilda was the one who layered herself in dark colors; a walking shadow with sass and a violent streak. You, on the other hand, tended toward a more eclectic wardrobe and never reached for black on black. Especially since...

Well. Since.

Xavier recognized your leather jacket, the lapels boasting a collection of button pins and silver studs, and band patches stitched into the sleeves. An accessorized exhibition of your taste in music and social commentary.

The jacket made sense.

What didn't was what was undoubtedly your uncle's Black Sabbath hoodie paired with black skinny jeans tucked into pointed-toe, matte black booties, the small heels on which had click-clacked down the walkway from your front door to the truck.

"Your mom's?" Xavier guessed, referring to the jeans and booties.

"Shush."

"No, no, no," Xavier said mildly, pulling into the road, "I happen to think you make it work. It's giving—" He swept the air in front of him dramatically with one hand, setting the scene, "—Crime in the Dead of Night."

You shoved your backpack into the footwell and buckled your seatbelt before leveling him with a glare. Well, maybe. He couldn't really tell through the enormous sunglasses you'd chosen to complement your peculiar outfit, but your lips were pursed in that way they got when you were grumpy about something.

"Shut up, Zav."

"No really," Xavier insisted, "Incognito Chic. Doesn't look like you're hiding something at all."

You smacked him on the shoulder, unable to suppress a lighthearted chuckle. "No questions asked." You said, invoking a years-old promise you'd made in the aftermath of what had happened to you that third week of 7th grade.

It was an appeal for support without having to reveal things that didn't make sense yet. Perhaps never would. Just unconditional thereness from someone you trusted to have your back.

A knot curled in Xavier's gut. His grip tightened on the steering wheel for a short second before he managed to tamp down the feelings of guilt.

He'd taken advantage of that pact in recent weeks. Had asked you a few times to cover for him if Maddie asked after him; even had you send texts about band practice on random days when the schedule hadn't changed since last fall. Every Saturday in Lucas and Hana's garage.

The whole thing with Claire made him feel rotted from the inside out. He could only vaguely remember how it'd started. A dumb decision made at 3am on a Tuesday, brain cloudy from too many hits of his vape.

And you never questioned him. Not once. Just honored your end of the deal because you believed Xavier was your friend and wouldn't make you aid and abet his lies.

Fuck.

A few blocks from school, you reached across the bench seat and placed a hand on Xavier's forearm, tone warm, "You sure about this?" You asked, "Cause we could go to the mall. Or drive up to the lake." Meaning his dad's cabin. "Or into the city."

Xavier gave you a weak smile, "Sounds like you're looking for an excuse to skip." He couldn't blame you. Still, "I need to do this, kiddo. Not just because I don't want the fucking trolls to win, but because there is someone in there who knows what's going on."

"So...what? You're going to track down leads and find Maddie yourself?" You raised an eyebrow. Again, Xavier couldn't quite see it with how much of your face the sunglasses masked, but your forehead shifted enough to suggest it.

"Hey, I'm open to ideas if you have any you'd like to share."

You sighed heavily, shook your head. "Nah, B, I got nothing. But if you need help, just let me know." You smiled, patted his shoulder, then bent forward to grab your backpack.

Pulling into an empty spot in the parking lot, Xavier wrestled with asking you for another favor. After all the deceit, he should take responsibility for his own shit, but he didn't have the mental fortitude to deal with Mathilda's—albeit well-meaning—stance against his choice to return to school.

She'd made a fuss in the group chat the night before, words all capitalized and stressed in bold, and Xavier wasn't looking forward to listening to the barrage he was sure she'd prepared for him. Hana, Lucas, and Eli, Xavier could manage, even if they shared Mathilda's point of view. But Mathilda? Was a force of nature.

You'd just slid out of the truck, were about to shut the door, when Xavier swallowed and forced himself to ask, "Do you think you could run interference?"

You studied him for a moment, likely wondering if it was worth it to take the bullet on Xavier's behalf, and then, "Sure thing, I got you."

Xavier was profoundly grateful to count you as a friend—hell, after all you'd been through together—a sister.

He put every ounce of sincerity behind his words, "Thank you," and offered you a proper smile, all teeth and crinkled eyes. You responded with a smile of your own, bright and buoyant and a boon to the anxiety rending his confidence.

"I'll see you in there." You chirped, stepping back and giving a mock salute, "Good luck!"

Xavier sat in his truck until you disappeared into the school, waited for the door to shut behind you before he leaned over and opened the glovebox. His vape sat on top of a mess of empty takeout wrappers and vintage CDs—the latter a testament to how old his truck was.

He hovered, chewed the inside of his cheek as his lungs and brain yearned for a taste of sweet-cotton-numbness.

It was the good stuff. The stuff your Uncle Andrew smoked to medicate his mind, and that your great-aunt mixed into brownies when her joints hurt or she suffered what your family called 'an episode'. Your uncle had been charitable, offered Xavier small amounts only after his dad had started to treat him like a stain that wouldn't come out.

You'd find it somewhere else, he'd reasoned, at least this way I know you're not getting bad shit. Just be careful. A fist bump, a cheeky smile, and that had been it.

And then he'd found a way to get it himself. Had started abusing it. Became the burnout he'd joked with Maddie about being.

"You know, you don't have to lie to me." Maddie's disappointment was palpable, pressing under Xavier's skin like cold fingers.

"Okay, fine, I'm a total burnout who is skipping class to get high in his car. Congratulations, you got me." He nonchalantly responded.

Maddie smiled, cute, dimpled, and said, "For the record, you're the worst liar in the world."

Xavier's heart broke.

Abruptly, he smacked the glovebox closed and opened his door, hauling himself out of his truck in a blur of movement. He needed to get his ass in gear before he changed his mind and fucked up again.

Today, he was going to make damn sure he did better.

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PART THREE - PART FIVE

also available on AO3!

MASTERLIST

[louferrignojrofficial]

The notes from the director to both Oliver and Ryan shows that they wanted to depict a mutual fight. If Buck was supposed to be more bratty or indignant towards Eddie accusing him of making everything about himself and then maybe Eddie going up in his face would not have been quite as jarring. But Oliver obviously did not play it like that and so they should have adjusted. What we got now was the director and Ryan making Eddie look like a psycho, spoiling for a fight the second he got into the kitchen and almost punching Buck for literally no reason. Why the director could not pull them both to the side and discuss this scene together instead of seperately (to the point that Oliver wasn´t even informed about what was going to happen) is anyones guess, but it looks bonkers.

The Buck and Eddie friendship is nothing I ever enjoyed that much, the audience supposedly "loving the dynamic" is imo euphemism for the rabid online fandom that is obsessed with shipping them romantically. I doubt the GA ever got bend out of shape for these two and the show has done it´s best to this season to undermine it. Eddie sucks as a friend and I hope their scenes get reduced further.

i think the decisions made this season really don’t portray this amazing supportive friendship that also combats toxic masculinity and all. the director for that episode seemed to be looking to portray that scene negatively for both characters but instead had buck mostly just being defeated and tired. eddie walked in to that kitchen looking for a fight and instigating physicality when it was not necessary. now we know it was more so the director’s notes that affected this part of the scene, and ryan agreed to it without informing oliver, i like it even less.

i think the constant of these buck eddie scenes always being in the show and being focused on SO much by fandom, has negatively impacted both the actors mindsets about the way it’s portrayed on screen. let’s not forget, it was ryan’s idea to yell at buck in 8x09 and say that he makes things all about him. we know he’s insistent on showing their relationship as a heterosexual man and a bisexual man and yet it’s still the same as it was before, but idk. i’m just not seeing that on screen lately. not to mention how oliver even used the word ‘marred’ when describing the impact buddie shipping has had on their experience with the show.

all this to say, i think the writers and tim specifically need to give up on going so hard on buddie and really think about what implications it’s having for the characters, and the actors too. tim himself has involved himself with fandom way too much, and he’s way too invested in his idea of buddie and it’s not to anyone’s benefit.

i’m not saying don’t show buck and eddie together or don’t give them scenes anymore, but something needs to be said about the way tim is so fucking weird about them. i love my buddie shippers, i put one buddie scene per episode, i’m gonna address the shippers directly in the show, i don’t let these characters grow at all because all i want is to have them together on screen and don’t care about the plot etc etc.

like, just look at eddie’s storyline in s8. surely someone needs to see how fucking stupid it is to have him move to texas to be with his son, buy a house, become an uber driver, have buck tell him how to parent his own son over facetime, then come back for bobby’s funeral without chris only to bring him back to “apologise” to buck for physically and verbally attacking him, and then he’s just. moving back. none of it makes sense and it’s so dumb.