#help I like it tooo much

[suouedits7533]

Any chance you could make it smaller? Pweaseee :) It won't fit on blazer :( If it was double the price but smaller I would pay 0_0

Our latest limited pin!

If you can’t tell, we’ve been feeling nostalgic lately! You don’t have to leave good memories behind… so why not carry them with you? Our Here Were Dragons pin can help you do just that, if you feel so inclined.

[floralovebot]

MADE EDITS i couldn't stop thinking about their outfits and like,, the aspects i liked and thought felt very winx and in line with the individual characters and the aspects i Hated and thought sucked dookie SO i made some edits :)

biggest changes are to musa, aisha, and stella! actually changed the clothes there. flora and tecna i just adjusted the colors (in flora's case to further unwhitewash her and saturate her clothing more and in tecna's case to bring back her pink hair and green and cyan).

explanations on changes below!

I'll start with the simpler edits!

For Tecna, I just wanted to play around with her og colors lol I actually LOVE her new look and I would love to see this be the final design!! It's SO tecna and fits in with the rest of the winx i love it soo much :') I do think they should bring back her pinker hair though! And again, would love to see the green and cyan make an appearance. I feel like neon green is just very classy techy character. And while it is cliche, I do love it akjgd plus I think it looks good on her and makes the other colors stand out more imo! (but maybe this new, pinker look will make people like her more idk :') justice for tecna my beloved :'))

For Flora, I darkened her skin more for obvious reasons. And then I added more saturation to the colors and added back the warmer tones they took out. Imo, the darker, desaturated, and cooler toned look for Flora only works in very specific circumstances. Color theory rainbow!! Bring back the brightness! The color!! The warmth!!

Which brings me to Stella ohmygod,,, please,,,, please stop desaturating her she looks so pale and sick and lifeless STOP please :') Anyway lol, obviously brought back the brighter orange! I also took away the random sleeve. It's cute but it just didn't feel very Stella at the time? The tube top look is Very Classic Stella (very much giving s3 casual but in orange). Tbh, I don't love the dress itself, but I do think it looks better once you add more of Stella's colors. I also tanned her skin more and made her hair more yellow + brighter! Just like with Flora, color theory is important for media!! This Stella design just does Not give sunny, optimistic character. It's giving the gap (aka BORING aljdhg)

Aisha's design stumped me for a bit, I won't lie. I couldn't figure out exactly what I didn't like. But I got it!! One, way too symmetrical imo. Yes, Aisha does have some very symmetrical looks, but like 80% of her looks are very asymmetrical. I also didn't love that it didn't incorporate more of Aisha's powers. It really just went for *vaguely sporty* and didn't try to bring anything else to the table. And some people might say that Aisha's og looks were like that too, but I disagree! They told a story! She's a brave adventurer, a dancer, a princess, etcetc!! This tells me "oh yeah this girl might like to do yoga. cool."

Anyway! So I made Aisha's pants baggier because let's be fucking real for a sec. Changed the design on the pants slightly to make it asymmetrical and incorporated a wave design. Took away that bottom shiny fabric of her shirt. I tried to keep it but it just wasn't looking great with the pants changes tbh. Added small waves to the bottom and made it one shoulder! Also added her classic little circle wave design 1. because it's cute and 2. so Musa wouldn't feel so out of place with a design. Tbh, I still don't love the pants... I think maybe that hem could be higher?

For Musa! I've spoken about this before but I do not like the bodysuit. I liked the concept and the vibe it brings, but it looks So uncomfortable and s1 Musa was alllll about being comfortable. It's why so many people think she hates wearing dresses (even though she doesn't). So I kept the vibe, but changed it to the same mesh that's on her right arm! Which like!! I didn't even see that until I started the edit!! It's so,,, unnoticeable which like,, isn't a bad thing? But also? I think the mesh being on her stomach too makes the design as a whole a little more balanced (and it's a nice callback to her og magic winx!). As for the color changes, really just wanted to go back to her reds and dark blues. I don't Hate the color scheme, but I also don't love it. And I think this feels a lot more like Musa yknow? Also darkened her hair cause fuck that dude

Anyway lol it's not the best edit so don't look too hard :') I just wanted to explore what I liked about the designs and what I didn't. We did get to see a little bit of Bloom's casual, but I want to wait until we get a closer look to speak on it/make edits. Also tbh, I don't really love Flora's outfit but I didn't want to completely redesign her and I concede that this is something she would wear (although it feels more like s4 cowgirl time/s5 casual and not s1 new student time but Fine). For now, I'm gonna pretend the trailer showed us my edit of Stella and not what it really showed. I can't get pale pinterest stella out of my head,,, aggghhhh

[hobbithoes]

was finally trying to actually play bg3 with my new githstanky and got carried away spent two hours making her a Pinterest board ://

[b3ndy]

Am I still triggered by certain aspects of BATDR and am trying to have the space to heal from them ? Yes.

Do I have an unreasonably strong urge to play the game again anyways ? Perhaps...

[bibleofficial]

trying to be a green juice girly soooo hard but

this shit SUCKS 😭😭😭

[oreo-creampies]

“𝐟𝐮𝐜𝐤 𝐲𝐨𝐮! 𝐲𝐨𝐮’𝐫𝐞 𝐭𝐨𝐨 𝐛𝐢𝐠!!”

𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬! monster fucking, half giant/half demon!toji has four arms, succubus!reader, dacryphilia, belly bulge from his cum and cock, his cum squirts out of you when he pushes on your stomach, hints of fucking his cum into you, one slapp across the face, hints of pussy drunk!toji, hints of breeding, ‘cock is too big’, you have a magical pussy it can all fit, hentai logic, toji has an inhuman cock, begging, safe word isn’t used but the color system is mention, his cocik has a knot, his stomach has a mouth and tongue, mind break/cock drunk, calling him daddy once, mocking/degradation, size kink - he'a a little over twice your size, mean mean toji, pain kink, some choking

Crying, Toji presses on your bulging stomach pinning you to the wall. “Can't! You're too much!" He everywhere holding your hands above your head, softly squeezing your throat. Pulling at your pierced nipple whilst stuffing himself deeper.

Sneering at you. "But weren't you begging for me to fuck ya? Bending over in front of me showing me your wet cunt like you're in heat." Crying from the sharp sweet pain when Toji roughly shoves another pussy spitting thick inch into you. Your pussy quivers and your toes curl as your eyes roll back.

Quickly rolling his hips, the unforgiving wall and his hands keep you still at the mercy of his cruel, sharp thrusts. Sretching your dripping wet pussy, reaching too deep making it hard to think. When you can feel his pulse in his puffy veiny cock.

Toji pushes on your stomach helping you feel how deep he is better than before. Slamming into your bruised cervix with his monstrously thick cockhead, splitting you wide.

Bottoming out his fat cockhead tugs on your soft wet cunt. His warm cum squirts out from Toji pushing on your stomach. Groaning, "Fuck you still had so much cum in ya. Such a shame it's all trickling out." Toji towers over you, your legs bound by rope in a mating press.

The tip of your horns reaching below his thick pecs. Softly grazing his hard muscles when he leans his chest forward. His chiseled jaw drops and soft scarred lips part with an erotic, deep moan. Your pussy clenches. "So fuckin' tight, need to feel ya grippin' my knot when it swells up the next time I cum. Isn't that what a whore like you is made for? Flicking your clit with his stomach's tongue.

Toji sneers "Stupid lil slut you've only taken half my cock. Come on you're a succubus don't t be so fuckin' pathetic! You can handle more than this, what color is my lil' cock sleeve at?" His condescending tone is riling you up.

Struggling to keep your voice steady when he loosens his grasp. "Greeeeennnn! Fuckyou! You're just really big!" Yanking you off the wall, grabbing your waist with two large hands. Keeping his third hand firm around your throat. "I can take moooooreeeee! Nnnnn fuck tooo big."

Mercilessly slamming the rest of his cock in with a deep groan. "I'm too big? Nnn fuck that's so hot, seein' your sloppy wet cunt struggling to take me. Makes me want to break ya." Twisting your pierced nipple, squeezing your throat, fucking you harder. Licking your puffy, sensitive clit.

Quivering you feebly twist your hips but it's pointless. There is nowhere to run. Held in the air all you can do is take Toji's thick, veiny cock.. You can't think when he forces his thick knot into your sore wet cunt splitting you open.

A sweet painful pleasure overwhelms you, arching your back, moaning, your bound thighs trembling. Mindlessly crying, "Nnnnpleasemmmmfucknnnnndaddddyyyy!" Drunk off his fat cock is rubbing, stuffing, stretching out your sensitive sore cunt. Trembling every time he slams into your bruised cervix, the pain and pleasure indistinguishable and overwhelming.

His massive body shivers, his broad shoulder curling in. Closing his eyes, biting his bottom lip leaning his head back. Savoring how your pussy pulses around fat cock. Toji looks down at you, there is a feral hunger in his dark eyes. Blue like the ocean's depths.

His condescending smirk makes your pussy throb. "I thought my cock was too big yet your takin' my cock like you wanna be my new glory hole,." Groaning, fucking you harder with each word. "Fiesty lil' brat! I'mma break your pretty lil cunt." Twisting your hands behind your back, crushing your neck. You're a limp toy in his grasp taking his cock in your squelching cunt.

He smirks, "Keep grippin' my cock like that and I’m gonna make sure you can’t walk after this.” Slapping your cheek, grabbing the base of your horns, slamming his fat cock into you with a loud groan. Rubbing your clit with his stomach's tongue.

His fat cock, large hands, large wet tongue, and thick knot tugging on your cunt when he bottoms out. You can't think when his is stuffing this full. All you need is to be Toji's pretty cock sleeve who he fucks full of cum every time his cock gets hard.

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[nocylipcowa]

life is a game made with twine

[wowieeitsisa]

Pinkie fucking pie has been on my mind lately. I might make an oc out of her

[pampanope]

In light of recent content

DADLER OFFICIAL REVEAL THO

I HAD TO 💕

Yesssss Graves is a dad tooo

Oh and 7s has a pet crow named Twain lmaoo

On another note:

I need all yalls help! I’d like to get into VGen, where artists can be commissioned free of ai and art theft. But I’m gonna need a vgencode.

Username: Pampanope

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[twistedpink]

Mayhaps I sneak in a husband!Lilia into your Lilia collection? 👀

You were so right for this!!

Husband!Lilia settling down with you in retirement <33 He’s just so tired- Of the work, the people, doesn’t he deserve a pretty spouse to share his time? And wouldn’t you like to live in semi-luxury, accompanying him on party crashings and midnight games of boggle? Of course you do!!

Husband!Lilia hates nothing more than your discomfort, and he’s got the perfect remedies for anything that may afflict you! He tries his very best making you soup, (Silver’s on the phone for supervision) and nearly freezes you with all the ice packs he digs up- This is love! Putting forth effort! He only wants for you to be happy and healthy again, won’t you help him out?

Husband!Lilia that clings, as if he’s afraid you’ll run off. He’s more than happy to follow you anywhere you’re willing to take him. In his magicless state it’s much safer to travel in groups with all the wildlife in your area- And he’s sure you don’t mind the company tooo much. If you really need time alone, your bedroom has a perfectly fine lock! He’ll respect your peace by shutting up, but when you leave the sanctity of the bedroom you’ll find him curled up on the floor, waiting. Nothing is worth doing unless he can do it with you <3

Husband!Lilia does anything you ask- Only after a little giggling and jabbing, of course, it’s still him after all. He even pushes you to do stuff! Please take a couple classes or pick up hunting, it’s good for the soul! He just can’t travel anymore- But he insists that if it’s one of your goals, then you should just leave him behind. He won’t make you stay, but that needy, selfish part of him appreciates your attachment. It’s so,, Human of you.

Husband!Lilia yearns for your attention- He hardly goes to town anymore, so it’s you or the squirrels! He does pick up gardening for when you’re gone, if only to keep his hands busy. Normally, he wouldn’t be able to keep up a routine like this, but his partner just so happens to be an excellent alarm. Good job, hun! You’re the one who puts his plants on life support when his memory lapses, and it’s all worth it to see his smile during the harvest :)

Husband!Lilia may not be as strong or fast as he was during his prime, but he’s much preferring the golden years if he gets to spend them with you! The kids visit during holidays and runaways, but the rest of your time is spent alone. Together. With all the socializing you miss, he knows exactly how to get busy after a spot of crochet <3

@bju3c0re

[k1mbe3rly]

Omg hiii i just wanted to ask if you could do a hwang inho and fem!reader fic where the reader is just a socially awkward, little suicidal and an introvert teen😭😭 we got hair like young mi type shi also it's platonic of course like father-daughter!!🙏🏻🙏🏻

ouuu okk, sorry for taking long tooo i was trying to finish other request 💔

Your the closet to heaven, that i’ll ever be.

warnings: none, PLATONIC, mentions of suicide

Joining the squid games means risking your life as well, You were probably the youngest here, obviously over 18.

Before you joined everything was downhill, your mom was dying, your dad died, your siblings were literally no where to be found, at this point you were just ready to end it it all.

You couldn’t take seeing everyone dying infront of you, so here you were standing on top of bridge looking down at the dirty water, your legs fiddled closer to the edge as you closed your eyes

You were about to lean in until you heard a voice.

“Ma’am?”

You opened your eyes looking over seeing a man with a suit on and a suit case as well staring at you.

So that’s how you ended here in the games, confused and even a bit scared, you walked around as after photos they took you this huge game with a huge doll

You noticed some crack head looking guy screaming at everyone to stay still and don’t move or else you’ll get shot, not like you cared much about dying but you still listened to see where it was headed

Time skip

After that game you got your dinner, you sat and observed everyone not really eating, it was until an older man came up to you “Hey, why don’t you come hang with us? You look too young to be here.. and besides we could protect you” he said smiling softly

You stated up at him “Oh- no it’s okay..” you spoke softly, “No really i insist, follow me” he said expecting you to follow which you did, you saw 3 other older guys including that guy who was screaming at everyone during the game, “I figured we should let her on the team. This is..uh, what’s your name?” he spoke putting a hand on your shoulder

“Uh..y/n” you spoke up a bit quiet, He nodded as he lead you to sit down, you sat on the little stairs “I’m young il, like my number 001..not that hard to forget” he said laughing a bit as you just did an awkward smile

“Oo..i’m Kang dae ho, Dae as in big/great, ho as in tiger!” Dae ho said, “Jung bae, i’m pretty sure it means righteous..so i guess i should be living twice as righteous” he said

“Seong gi hun.” Gi hun simply said without explaining what it means or anything, you tensed up but stayed quiet just looking at your food, “Are you not going to eat?” Young il asked, “Uh..i’m just not hungry”

“Well if you’re not hungry can i have it?” Dae ho asked as you looked over staring at him, awkward silence fell as Dae ho just looked, Young il rolled his eyes and looked back at you, “Eat up, eggs are good for you, helps keep you motivated and make sure you drink water as well” he spoke again.

“That’s great and all but i’m seriously not hungry..Ima just give it to dae ho..” you said slightly raising the plate of food but before you could raise it even higher Young il pushed it down to your lap softly, opening it and grabbing the spoon and taking a spoonful of the rice, “That’s great your not hungry but your gonna need to eat for energy tomorrow. So open up” he said staring at you intensely.

You slowly opened your mouth, enough for the spoon to fit as he put the spoon in your mouth, “Eat please, you look..a bit tired?” young il said taking in your eyebags and your droopy eyes, as well as your skin, you hummed as you slowly chewed.

“So..why are you here?” He asked “Uh..i just have hospital debts i guess” you said still eating, he nodded, “What about you? why are you here..?” you asked as well, he stayed quiet for a moment, “If you don’t wanna tell me you don’t have too..” you spoke again looking down.

“No it’s okay, i just need money for my pregnant wife..she uh needs a liver transplant” he spoke, you didn’t know what to say as you were chewing covering you mouth “oh i’m sorry.. i hope she makes it” you simply said

“Does your parents know your here?” he asked in confusion, “Uh..there gone, well my dad is but my mom is dying so..” you said silently, he immediately felt guilty for asking, “I’m really sorry..i shouldn’t have asked.” He said, “it’s fine.. everyone dies at some point right?” you said, “Mhm..” he said.

Lights out came and you couldn’t sleep at all but you eventually fell asleep, the morning came as you woke up to some music they played when everyone came, not even that long later they had took everyone to the second game

the six legged pentathlon

They explained the game as young il quickly found you “Hey i didn’t see you all morning you worried me..” he said, “Oh sorry..i didn’t know” you shyly said as you looked, he slowly lead you to the team without startling you.

The game was just a mini games 5 of them and we had to finish them in 5 minutes, you picked the first one since you always thought you were pretty good, but once you were doing it you felt so nervous, especially knowing you would cause the whole team to die if you didn’t flip it on time.

“Try flipping it!” Young il yelled as you looked at him and just nodded, you flipped the paper the other and threw it towards the one on the ground, you successfully done it as everyone cheered as you just smiled softly

Time skip

It was now the 3rd game mingle, Young il has been running with you and making sure you were safe, you were slowly stating to feel safe with him as well, each round was going great

“2 players”

You quickly looked around but Young il was nowhere in sight, oh god.

This is it isn’t it? why bother running around finding someone to pair, you didn’t care much but still felt worried.

You simply stood there a bit frozen, you knew it was time for this pain to end, but last second you were quickly picked up and dragged into a room on time

You widen your eyes as you saw Young il, he hugged you, “Jesus..i was so worried you just gave up on me like that..” he said silently as your arms stayed on your sides

“Sorry..i just panicked..i couldn’t find you” you said against his jacked “Luckily i found you.” he said, was he warming up to a teenager as well?

you slowly hugged him back, “Thank you da-.. young il.” you quickly said noticing what you were about to say, he heard half the word but still smiled, a part of him felt guilty on who he really was deep down.

[alanisstonedd]

hooper!connie doing different die jobs on his buzzcut like dennis rodman? yes plz.

cw: cussing, excessive use of hair die?, one mention of sex

an: guyssssss!!! this is for you baddiessss!!1 i will be posting sm more bcs i quit my job! YAY!! love youuuu, kisses 💋

✮ FIRST OFF - hooper!connie DEF does the heart one for VDAYYYY. hes popping out with this at least two weeks before vday, probably with your initials somewhere in the design, and your vday proposal coming shortly after. this nigga had three deep red rose bouquets, a whole light-up sign, champagne, chocolate covered strawberries, and ofc a whole buncha designer presents sitting in the corner. you had him turn around for your pic of the setup so all them hoes could see your initials... iktr girl (vday acrylics that he payed for also make an appearance grabbing the back of his neck)

✮ i lowkey think the keith haring art one is just some shit he wanted to do. nigga js doing whatever. he thought ts was cool ORRR someone designed it for him and fell in love w it

✮ im imagning hooper!con did this one for halloween w his goofy ass. i think the whole head would be cosmo bcs you went as wanda and he wanted to fully match you. coach didnt love this one as much bcsss he play too much so it became an issue (distraction) the whole game lmfao. no but fr its not as subtle - he literally has cosmo on his head, but u know bro DO NOT GAF about the damn scouts or PR issues or nothinggggg. he gon do whatever

✮ he lovessssss doing this abstract shit like its literally his favorite style to do and he feels like it goes with his vibe more. coach loves when he does this too bcs its gets hella kids talking about the game bcs its fire. and ofc con loves being all everyone is gossiping ab bcs hes an attention whore. he feeling himself tooo fucking much with these ones + always gets mad compliments on the artistry. (these look so fine on him w the chain combo when yall hunchin)

✮ he came home with this snowflake mess saying he did it for winter and you fr busted out laughing. it actually ended up growing on you though. the early january ski trip made it out the gc and he looked fine affff snowboarding and stuff with this style. everybody making corny ass jokes calling him "icy" and "cold af" and you love it.

✮ and surprise surprise, BEFORE the snowflakes - a couple weeks before christmas - he popped out with this foolishness talmbout “its for christmas mamiiii, im the grinch look-” and turned around all excited. you laughed and told him you love it bcs atp whats done is done. hes not hurting anyone lol. great ice-breaker, as most of his buzz art is. he always tryna take pics from behind so people see the design & it actually gets annoying

✮ he did this one for your bday bashhh bcs your theme was black and white. he had on a crisp all black tux on with black forces, with you in your bday dress you had planned in advance. he loved this because it complemented you guys soo beautifully. the pics were TOP TEIR u ard knowww

✮ hooper!con lovessss an animal print moment. def gets this when hes feeling experimental and different... you suggested he try an animal print, and he fully made you come to the shop so you could help him design it. he started with the purple zebra, and you did the regular leopard for him after he begged you to help him switch it up one night (he has an addiction). he starts doing this mostly on vacations because he feels like the animal print is "exotic"

✮ this one was a product of yall being fried ASF and giggling about feeling like your veins were coursing with electricity. yall went at like 2am to get some blue die & you did it for him. looked a little chopped bcs you was fried but he liked it & it ended up being so fire. one of the finest looks on him.

✮ simply peeps this on social media and decides he needs it. he liked it but thought it looked kinda stupid from the front and you only gave it like a 5/10, cute but hes done better fr.

✮ this one he LOVED. another random thing he saw on his explore page or fyp. def thought it was more fire than the snake. you also loved this one, simple but so cool. cant tell him shit with this design he think he hard fr.

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[seungkwanniee]

pairings : boyfriend!seventeen x gn!reader

genre : flufff

warnings : mention of food , reader is said to be shorter than Joshua and Wonwoo , cuss words , pet names

synopsis : when their s.o is that kind of shy person that he even needs to ask things for you

hyung line ,, maknae line

an : latest post flopped so HARDD 🔥🔥

〔masterlist〕

SCOUPS 』

he absolutely loves the way you get shy over the simple things

every now and then he is teasing you

but after he is showering you with kisses and hugs because he feels bad

when you two plan a cafe date, restaurant one or something like that, he is ordering for you without even asking

he doesn't even need to ask what youre having because he already knows what you eat and what no

in his eyes you are so small and pity (in a good way ofc) that he enjoy doing it for you

JEONGHAN 』

he LOVE the fact that you are shy

for him it's like you depend on him and he can take advantage of this

you pray him to ask a thing for you? well, he wants something back, material or not he doesn't mind

if you want to know how much that skirt costs when the price isn't writted down and you want him to ask, he wants at least a kiss back

yeah in front of everyone, he isn't ashamed but you are

he wants rewads for the work he does !!!

but joking aside, he would do anything for you he just likes to see you blushed for him

JOSHUA 』

how many times I need to say that he is a gentleman? HE IS THE STANDARD !

when he feels the sleeve of his t-shirt being pulled, he looks down at you almost worried

what is bothering his precious beloved? someone is hurting his precious baby?

when you tell him you want a thing, but you are to shy to ask he is the most comprensive man ever

'it's okay, i'll ask for you'

pats your head or pinch your fluffly cheeks

I think he would help you to pass over this fear

JUN 』

TWO SHY CATS TOGHETER AW

don't even ask how you two ended up togheter, you are one stranger than the other

so, yall must've got each other backs

before getting out of the car, you are playing rock paper scissors to decide who is going to order for both that day

somewhat, you always manage to not do it because he is too in love with you

you literally have him wrapped around your fingers, so he can't resist you

so you will just pull your puppy eyes and the game is done

HOSHI 』

he finds you TOOO cute

like, omg he is so in love with you that he would just kiss every part of you when you hide your face because of shyness

when he tease you, he love to see your ears going red

but suddently his became red too realizing what he said to you, he is shameless sometimes

he love when you are shy when someone say something that make you embarassed and you cling on his arm

and maybe youre hiding your head on his neck, he goes insane and his stomach is fulled with butterflies

WONWOO 』

you are the perfect partner for this man

he doesn't want you if you don't match his energy, so he will not judge if you got a shy behavior

he doesn't mind ordering for you, he loves it

so he doesn't pressure you to trying to do it for yourself as he completely understands you

and yes, it's a really hard thing so he would never judge you

'lovie, is that the one that you want?'

he lowers at your height so he can wishper into your ear

your hand is ALWAYS wrapped around his biceps so when you got so shy that you can't handle it anymore, you squeeze it

code message that himself proposed

WOOZI 』

this bitch is GLAD that you are shy, he doesn't think he could handle something else from his partner

soonyoung it's already too much

you are that shy, that at this point he is the extrovert in the relationship

he got it when you two were at yours frist resturant date and you were looking so nervously at the menu

you even started to bite your nails but you were shy even to tell woozi about your fear

but be observes a lot, and he could tell you weren't nervous just because it was one of your frist date

he reassures you while reaching your hand on the table to caress it

from now on, you don't even need to ask him to order for you

[heartbreakgirl67]

Where The Metal Met The Skin.

summary: Bucky, your neighbour and best friend, comes in late one night, limping and hurt, immediately flooding you with panic. you force him to let you fix him up, and he reluctantly agrees. but as it bleeds deeper into the night, other feelings start coming into play.

pairing: TFATWS!Bucky x fem!reader

word count: 2.8k

content: tension, angst, banter, friends-to-lovers, tending wounds, soft bucky, they're both so soft for each other it's pathetic, reader is mentally not okay, so is bucky, making out, bucky is embarrassed of his arm, sweet confession, SO patient with each other, angst with a side of fluff

a/n: ahhh i love them so fucking much!!! this is kind of a p2 to this but can be read as a standalone too. i really enjoyed writing this so i hope you like it tooo!!

Your face was sticky–wet with salty tears and sadness. Not the kind of sadness that heals after a couple tears, though. No, it was the kind that eats you from the inside. The kind that leaves you feeling empty just when you think you’re happy. Because it’ll never leave you. It just sits there, in the pit of your stomach, waiting–just waiting–to resurface to the edge of your throat, tightening and choking you with emotions you wished you never had.

Although the reason you had for the tears this time was a little overdramatic, so you thought. He was fine. He was okay. You knew that. That man was a fucking super soldier, for god’s sake.

But you couldn’t help it, your mind travelling to its worst corners, thinking of the severest possible scenarios. Maybe it was because your mind kept going back to her. The way she left you–quick, not a goodbye, not a single thought about you, not a single thought about her own fucking self. Natasha left you, and you weren’t going to let that happen to Bucky. You won’t.

You pulled away from Bucky’s embrace, not meeting his eyes. You bent down to pick up his glove as he took a step back. “C’mon,” you mumbled, your voice dry and hoarse as you turned around, walking towards his apartment door, “Let’s get you fixed up.”

Bucky didn’t say anything, just complied. You heard his combat boots scuffling in uneven footsteps as he trailed behind you. You could tell he was a little confused, as were you, about the whole moment you had just seconds prior, and the way you shifted so fast. Too fast it left his mind spinning. 

You felt it. You knew he felt it. The same feeling you had that night in the bar before you slept with each other. Except this time, it felt worse–hitting a million times harder and deeper. The part you hated the most was how unusually intimate it felt, and you didn’t have a reason for it. It wasn’t grief. It wasn’t anger. It was…something else–something else that had everything to do with him and no one else.

You bent to pick up the grocery bag you kept beside his door while waiting for him. “Dinner,” you pointed out as he pulled out his keys, “I-uh, I thought we could make a pasta bake.” Bucky hummed, pushing the door open wider for you. You brushed past him, tips of your finger accidentally grazing his ungloved ones. The hair on your arms stood up.

“Tomorrow,” was all he said.

You tried to shake the feeling off as you slipped into the kitchen, placing the bag on the counter. “You hungry?” he called out from the living room.

“Not really,” you answered back before turning around, a shrill scream escaping your lips. He was suddenly right in front of you, and he was really close, head bent down, looking at you. You pushed past him. “What the fuck, Bucky?” you sighed, walking out of the kitchen to go into the bedroom. “We should–” you paused as your eyes caught the sight of a blanket on the floor in front of the TV. You turned around to face him. “You’re sleeping here again?” you asked him, tone quiet and a little confused.

His eyes shifted away from meeting yours. “It’s always there. You know that.”

“But you’ve been sleeping there again.”

He didn’t answer.

You wanted to push, but you knew it wasn’t the right time. You didn’t want him to feel pressured or embarrassed–something that was already written all over his face–so you let it slide, for now. You headed towards the bedroom instead. “We should get you patched up. You look like a wreck.”

You could feel him rolling his eyes behind you. “I do not look like a wreck. A man on the street said I looked ‘sick’ and I’m pretty sure that’s a good thing, sweetheart.”

“Right. Did he ask you to go to the hospital, too? Because I’m pretty sure he meant another kind of ‘sick’, sweetheart.” You slipped into the bathroom and grabbed a bunch of first-aid supplies. 

“Sit.” 

He obeyed, stiffly sitting down on the bed, avoiding bending his body. “Yeah, whatever. I’m sure I’m right, anyway,” he scowls.

You come out of the bathroom, dropping everything onto the bed. “This is very unnecessary, you know that right?” he asks, tilting his head up to look at you as you walk around the room grabbing items. 

“You were fucking limping just a second ago, Bucky.”

“Yeah. A second ago. I heal fast, remember?”

You walked up to him, barely listening to whatever nonsense he was spewing about. “Humour me, then.”

You nudged the inner thigh of his right leg with your knee, spreading it open a little so you could stand between them, giving you easier access to his wounds. “Take off your jacket.”

He did exactly so–albeit hesitating for a bit–unzipping it and tossing it aside, leaving him in a plain black t-shirt that fitted him oh-so-well. 

Get your priorities straight.

“Take that off,” you ordered as you poured some antiseptic onto a cotton pad. You looked away from the bottle you were holding when you noticed from your peripheral vision that he wasn’t moving. He looked off–rigid and uncomfortable. 

You didn’t like that. “Hey, it’s okay. Let’s just start on your face first, okay?”

Your mind drifted to the night you slept together. You had tried to pull off his undershirt at one point but he immediately grabbed your hands and pinned it above your head instead. You didn’t think much of it, more focused on the way his tongue and hands felt all over your body.

He nodded, head down, eyes glued to his hands, seemingly embarrassed by it. You tilted his head up, fingers gently holding both sides of his jaw to keep him in place. You eyed the cuts, wishing he had never gotten them in the first place, that you never had to do this and that you were eating the pasta bake with him instead.

You dabbed the cotton pad onto the sharp cut on his cheekbone, causing him to wince slightly. You grimaced, “Sorry.” He didn’t say anything, just sat there, lost in thought.

You continued cleaning up the cuts on his face, one by one, slowly and carefully, to avoid hurting him as much as possible, even though you knew he could have easily handled it.

You then plastered thin badges to the deeper cuts–one on his cheekbone and one on his left eyebrow.

“There,” you muttered quietly, taking a step back. You could feel him tense up again, knowing what you were going to ask him to do again. You sighed, stepping closer to him than you were before. Your hand slowly reached up to cup his face. Your grip wasn’t tight, allowing to pull away whenever he wanted to.

His head tilted to look at you and you saw those blue eyes. The ones that always managed to get whatever they wanted from you with just one look. The ones that make it so hard to lie when you try to. The ones that calm you down and make you feel like you’re home every time you feel lost and out of place.

But now they stare at you, petrified, and you swear you felt the earth stop spinning. “I know you don’t want to, Buck, and I wish I didn’t have to do this, but you’re hurt there, and it’s going to get infected if we don’t take care of i–” you stopped mid sentence, lightbulb popping in your head. “Wait, how about you do it yourself? I can leave the room? Will that be better?” you didn’t want to let him do it all on his own, but if that’s what helped him, you didn’t mind pulling yourself back for a second.

He quickly shook his head, strands of hair getting stuck to his wet forehead. “No. No, don’t,” he whispers shakily, “I–I trust you, Y/N.”

You looked down at him, confused at what he meant by that. His fingers played with the hem of his shirt. Your hand reaches down, pushing his hair out of his face. “You sure? You don’t have to–”

“I want to,” Bucky replies firmly, subtly leaning into your touch.

He kept his eyes on yours for a couple seconds before slowly peeling the shirt off his sweaty body. You felt the air get knocked out of your body as you felt your face heat up.

God, he was gorgeous.

You always knew he was, who couldn’t tell? But seeing him like this, skin bare, all for you, it felt different. 

Bucky still had his head hung low, too ashamed to meet your eyes. You were about to ask him but that’s when you noticed. Your breath got knocked out of your lungs for a different reason this time.

Where the metal met the skin, there were scars. Deep, red, ones that rimmed around the area when it had gotten fused with his body. It pitted his skin in some spots, spreading a little further to his chest. It hadn’t healed very well, the redness being just dark enough for it not to be fresh, but bright enough to still be noticed. And he hated that.

Your fingers steadily reached to touch it, but you stopped, hovering over the wound. “Does it still hurt?” you asked, your voice surprisingly gentle.

Never lifting his head up, he shook it. Barely, but you caught it.

First it was your thumb, grazing over the wound with a reverent touch. Bucky’s head snapped up, thrown off by your softness with him, not expecting you to react like that, with complete kindness–with the kindness he didn’t think he deserved.

You then leaned down, lips brushing his shoulder. You let it stay there for a few seconds, soaking up the feeling of his skin against your lips–cold and calloused, but all his–not sure if you were ever going to get this feeling again.

You pecked him sweetly one last time before pulling away, and your face was suddenly in close proximity with his. He had his head turned slightly to look at you, nose brushing against yours. Your breath got caught in the back of your throat, eyes fluttering all over his face. The way his eyes had to look up at you like that, all big and blue and innocent, you felt like you were going to pass out anytime soon.

“You’re beautiful,” you blurted out quietly, eyes meeting his, and staying there. Maybe it was because you were this close to him, you couldn’t think straight, or say anything witty to divert the topic and mess up the moment like you always did.

His lips parted, unsure of what to say. He didn’t believe you, but looking into your eyes, he could tell you wholeheartedly believed it. He felt his heart swell up, and this time it wasn’t a bad feeling. No, it felt good. So good, filling him up with this warmth he never really had, or never allowed himself to have. And he wouldn’t mind feeling it again if it was with you.

What do you do when you feel this good? Run. You pulled away, taking a couple of steps back as you turned around, grabbing more cotton pad and antiseptic. “W-we, uh, we need to get this cleaned,” you stuttered, hands trembling as you poured the solution onto the pad. 

“Bucky!” you gasped as you turned to face him. He was not sitting down, standing up, and so close to you. He needed to stop doing that.

“You need to sit down, it’s,uh–” your eyes were doing its best to not stare at him, but when he stood this close to you, shirtless, hair messy, you couldn’t help but think…thoughts.

You cleared your throat. “You need to sit down.”

“It’s more comfortable if I stand,” he muttered, lying through his teeth for no reason.

“No, it’s not.”

“Yes, it is.”

You pushed him back, hand pressed against his hard chest as he tumbles back, not expecting it. He landed in the same spot he was in just minutes ago.

“Sit. Down.” You nudged his legs and situated yourself between them.

Holding the damp cotton pad in one hand, you ordered, “Lean back.”

Bucky looked up at you before leaning back, resting his weight on the palm of his hands. Your mind was going awry, bringing you back to that night, but you pushed it away, or at least, tried very hard to. You started dabbing the pad over the large gash on his abdomen. He winced, sucking a sharp breath. “It’s okay. It’s okay,” you uttered in a hushed tone, eyes focused on the gash. 

“There. Now let me just…” you picked another clean cotton pad, pouring a little bit of topical medication on it. You added another layer of cotton to the other one so it didn’t leak out. Leaning forward, you pressed the pad against his abdomen, taping it to the spot using a white paper tape. You rubbed over the makeshift bandage a couple of times, securing it well. 

“There we go. I’m done.” you went to stand up straight, chucking all the items you used on the bed beside him. Before you even had the chance to stretch your spine, Bucky was pulling you onto his lap, hips pressed, legs on either side of him.

Your hands immediately went to his shoulders for support. “What the fuck, Bucky? What are you–” your words stopped short when you felt his hands on your hips, stabilising you. His thumbs rubbed small circles around your hip bone, slightly grazing your bare skin.

The strangest part was that he seemed acutely aware of what he was doing–and he didn’t care, enjoyed it even. His pupils were dilated, taking over the ice blue of his eyes. He lightened his grip on you. “Are you uncomfortable?” he asked carefully.

You weren’t. You really didn’t want to get off him. But you were muddled with his sudden change of behaviour, and that was dominating your answer.

But you shook your head. “No,” you answered truthfully.

He tightened his grip on you, face leaning closer to yours. His eyes darted between the both of yours, searching for any lies. He couldn’t find any.

“I just wanted to be close to you,” he mumbled, nose brushing against yours.

“Why?” the question filled with all self-depreciation and no self-worth.

He looked at you bewildered. “I like being close to you. I like…you,” he answers, as if it were the most obvious thing in the world.

Your eyes widen. “You do?” your voice came out hesitant, almost childlike.

His eyes softened at that, hating the way you saw yourself–hating that you didn’t see yourself the way he saw you. He leans forward, pressing his forehead against yours. “How could I not, baby?” His fleshed hand came up to cup your cheek, thumb sweetly caressing your cheek. “You’re beautiful. Every inch of you, god, every fucking inch, but especially here,” he presses a hand against your heart, feeling the fast thuds of your heart beating under his palm. “And you might not see that, but I do, sweetheart. I see every bit of you, good and bad, and it’s all beautiful.”

You think it was the emotions, maybe the pathetic sadness that always lies inside of you–crawling out of your throat in quiet sobs as your eyes turned glassy. So you kissed him. Face cradled with both hands, you pressed your lips against his. He went still for a second–just for a second, though, before reciprocating, pulling you flush against him, chest to chest.

He pressed harder, deepening the kiss, kissing you fervently. He slipped his hands under your shirt, touching your skin like it was all he needed, like every dip, every curve, every crease on your body made his fingertips burn in desperation for more.

Your hands slipped down from his face to his neck, to his shoulder. While one hand slipped into his hair, tugging and pulling, the other drew circles with the pad of your thumb on the scars on his shoulder. He hummed against your lips, pulling you impossibly closer.

It was messy–eyes squeezed shut, wet with saliva and tears, teeth clashing–but it was everything you dreamed of.

You pulled away, resting your forehead against his, catching your breath. He still had his hands wrapped around your bare waist, the hot and cold contrast from both his hands rubbing perfectly against your skin.

“We’re still making that pasta bake tomorrow, right?”

Bucky smiled, pecking your swollen lips delicately. “Anything you want, sweetheart,” he whispers against your lips. 

He frowned, pulling away slightly. “But not too much cheese.”

You pouted. “I love cheese.”

“You can’t handle it.”

“I can!”

He raised his eyebrow.

“Shut up,” you rolled your eyes, pressing your lips back onto his.

[mrspiastri]

✩ mehendi lagake rakhna 🪷

pairing: oscar piastri x desi!reader

cw: pure fluff, slightly suggestive at parts but nothing tooo crazy lol

wc: 1.8k words

an: my first fic :D

“Oscar, don’t tell me you haven’t practiced your steps! The sangeet is tonight!” Y/N’s cousins were simply frustrated with her dear boyfriend, who could not seem to dance to save his life and had also forgotten to practice the night before.

“I didn’t think it’d be so difficult! These steps are way too hard,” he protested, looking around for his girlfriend, who was seated among some ladies while she got her mehendi done. Apparently, being a bridesmaid at her cousin’s wedding included entertaining the many aunties and listening in on all their gossip

“Baby, are you aware of how mean your cousins are?” he huffed as he sat next to her.

“I told you to practice last night, but someone was too busy sampling the different kulfi flavors at the buffet.”

The man made a sound of indignation, then looked at Y/N’s palms, which were being adorned with a beautiful design.

“How does it look? Nice, na?” she asked while admiring her own hands.

Oscar agreed with a nod and a soft smile. She turned to look at him.

“Speaking of which, I’ve got a game for you! Your name’s written on my palm—it’s designed into my mehendi! You need to find it!” She giggled, and even the artist smiled at him.

“Really? Well, it should be rather easy. My name’s not very long.”

She winked at him. “That’s what you think. Just you wait!”

“He has another thing to worry about, Y/N!” her mum called out, coming to place her palm on Oscar’s back. They both laughed, with Y/N letting out a “Amma, don’t tease him!”

“Why do I need to worry about that?” he asked as the women laughed.

“Well, there’s this old saying: the darker a woman’s mehendi comes out, the more her husband loves her, so you better hope it’s dark, or else…” Y/N threatened him as her mother quietly laughed.

“But we aren’t married, darling. How’s that fair?”

Hearing this, her mother let out a huff. “You two are basically married. The specifics don’t matter.”

He let out a groan of faux annoyance. “You find the most wonderful ways to get me in trouble, don’t you?” He rolled his eyes while peering into her mehendi, trying to spot his name before she elbowed him away.

“You can only find it after it’s dried. Now go and practice your steps—you’re in the first line with me during Kajra Re.”

“What’s that now?”

“Just go and practice, you idiot.” She laughed at him as he ran away, fearing how much he would be yelled at for being a bad dancer.

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“There we go, nice and easy. Now let’s get the next one.”

Y/N’s brother had been at work moving up and down the venue, helping out with small jobs like moving tables, carrying in suitcases, and asking the guests if they had eaten or not. Somehow, he managed to rope Oscar into helping, and help he did, eager to get away from the evil dancing bridesmaids.

After many attempts at trying to move a table, her brother said, “Mate, you need to help me lift this. It won’t budge.”

But before Oscar could do anything, he heard Y/N’s voice calling out to him from across the open ground where the mehendi function was happening.

“You better go. She doesn’t like to wait,” her brother said, chuckling.

“Don’t I know it? Coming, babe!”

“There you are. Look, I need your help. The bride’s uncle and his family are coming in from the airport. She sent someone to pick them up, and I need to call them and check if they’re on their way.”

“Okay, so do it,” he said, looking at her quizzically.

She rolled her eyes. “Osc, I’ve got to let the mehendi dry—I can’t really touch anything. Be a darling and reach into my pocket and take it out for me, please.”

She turned her hip slightly to the side, to where her pocket was, her hands in the air, carefully held up to make sure she didn’t smudge her henna.

“Yeah, of course,” he said as he reached around her waist, reaching for her phone.

It was only then he realized just how close she was standing to him. Her beige lehenga and blouse, showing off her midriff, with her hair cascading beautifully down her shoulders. She smelled heavenly, like she always did, with hints of vanilla and cocoa butter.

He then made the mistake of looking down at her, his face tinted with a shade of pink similar to hers. Y/N’s eyes were focused on him, and in that moment, it dawned on her that she hadn’t really noticed how handsome Oscar looked that day. Wearing a simple cream kurta with his sleeves rolled up and his token slightly messy hair, he looked effortlessly perfect.

It took a lot of self-control for her not to kiss him in that moment. They stared at each other for a while, neither moving, until eventually the sound of someone calling out his name was heard.

“Oscar! Need you to help with the tables, mate.”

Her brother, as usual, coming in clutch to be the cockblocker.

Y/N grit her teeth in annoyance, and Oscar finally remembered he had to take her phone out. He fumbled with it for a second before dialing and dealing with the contact she asked him to.

He held the phone to her ear till she finished speaking, and then put the phone back in her pocket.

“Thanks, babe. Now run along before someone else yells out for you.”

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It’s the evening of the sangeet, and Oscar’s long hours of practice (read: 1 hour and 13 minutes) were finally going to be tested.

The guests were all seated, and Oscar felt a pang of nervousness, similar to the kind he felt waiting for the lights to go out at a Grand Prix. Y/N felt his anxiety and reached for his hand, gently squeezing it to alleviate his stress. He smiled and squeezed it back, and before he knew it, the opening tunes to the song Ainvayi Ainvayi began to play.

He managed to remember the steps, almost missing one before he got back on track. They danced to a few more songs before coming to the final one—and the most important—Kajra Re.

The two of them were placed front and center, with everyone able to see them. He saw her parents and grandparents in the crowd, along with her cousins, who whistled as they took their places on the stage.

The nervousness seeped in again, with the worry of having to impress her family. But Y/N leaned in, whispering to him, “You’re going to kill it, hon. Trust me.”

“What if I don’t?” he whispered back.

“Well, then I’ll mess my steps too. Then we can look dumb together.”

“That’s difficult to believe—you’re a good dancer,” he quipped.

“Leave it to me. I’ll fumble so bad we’ll have to hide out in our hotel room.”

They laughed, just as the music started. And believe it or not, Oscar killed it.

It turned out Y/N’s relatives were so excited to see the Australian dance to the Bollywood songs that they didn’t seem to mind if he messed up a few steps. They hooted and cheered, with their volume increasing at the final step, where Oscar pulled Y/N toward him and dipped her back dramatically.

The audience thoroughly enjoyed the performance, but for Oscar, everything else was drowned out. The only thing he focused on was his girlfriend, looking up at him with admiration and all the love she could conjure in a single look.

She mouthed, “Told you!” a triumphant smile on her face. He laughed, unable to argue with her words.

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“That was some performance, you two!” Y/N’s dad complimented the couple as they ate—or rather, as Y/N ate while Oscar fed her.

It turns out being a bridesmaid doesn’t just mean you get to take cute photos and plan a bachelorette party; it also means you have a lot of work to do to make the bride’s life easier. She’d been running around post-performance, and Oscar had finally managed to catch a hold of her and sit her down.

“You’ve gotta eat something. The last thing you ate was a tea sandwich at 5:30,” he said firmly.

“I’m too busy to eat, Osc. I’ve got a lot of phone calls to make to the vendors for tomorrow’s haldi ceremony,” she mumbled.

“Don’t worry, I’ll help out with it. For now, just sit down and let me get some food into your body,” he said, leaving no room for argument.

And that’s how they got here, with him feeding her a spoonful of biryani as she leaned back in her chair.

“Well, thankfully I had a good group of teachers,” Oscar said, motioning toward the other bridesmaids, who laughed at his compliment.

“Y/N, why are you forcing the poor boy to feed you?” her father asked, using the affectionate tone he always used for his daughter.

“I’m too tired to eat, Appa. He’s forcing me to,” she mumbled, her voice muffled by the rice still in her mouth.

“Well, at least we know you’re in good hands. Isn’t she?” her father said, nudging his wife.

“Oh yes, the very best. You’ve got your work cut out for you, kanna,” her mother added, making the entire table laugh.

Oscar leaned in and whispered into Y/N’s ear, “What did she call me now?”

Y/N smiled and replied, “She called you kanna. It’s like a term of endearment. She doesn’t even use it for my brother, so you should feel special.”

Oscar’s face lit up at the explanation, glad to feel so accepted and welcomed by her family. He grinned at her and fed her another spoonful of rice.

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“By the way, I found my name,” Oscar said suddenly, making Y/N look up at him in confusion, only to notice him staring at her palms.

“Did you now? Where is it, then?” she challenged, her brow raised playfully.

He pointed to her left hand’s ring finger, where a small but clearly visible “Oscar” was designed into her mehendi.

“You’re good at this,” she said, impressed. “I asked her to make it super hard to find.”

They both laughed, and then he added, “I’ve got something for you to see, although mine isn’t as difficult to spot.”

He pulled out his palm and faced it upward, revealing the mehendi he had secretly gotten done. The design was simple but heartfelt. On his palm, Y/N’s name was written boldly and clearly, surrounded by small hearts.

She gasped at the sight, catching the attention of the rest of the table. Realizing what the matter was, everyone cheered, thoroughly enjoying how enthusiastically Oscar was partaking in their culture.

“You’re so adorable. I can’t believe you got this done—I didn’t even notice!”

“Well, you’d be surprised at how sneaky I am, darling.”

“Is that so?” she teased, grinning.

“Why yes, yes it is. Now, how about we go get some kulfi? I’ve been craving it since last night.”

She laughed, standing up and taking his hand as they walked away from the table, their laughter echoing through the festive evening.

this was my first attempt at writing smth lol, lmk your thoughts, and if you’d like me to continue with this. xoxo 🩷 (also yes i made the reader tamilian in this bc i like to shamelessly self insert haha)

[hencheri]

dhdjjdjfj okieee cuz i need heeseung more than i need air. or wtv the hoes say /lh. i can’t be coherent ever but especially when it comes to him he makes me so fucking mad /pos

ok but like. trying not to be tooo vague but i feel like he’d be mean just for the sake of being mean. i’m not sure if this is how u see him or not… n feel free to disagree ofc!!! but i love the idea of him purposefully taunting u and humiliating u. i’m wondering i guess… if i were to actually ask smth and not just ramble. in what scenarios do u think noncon would likely occur with him? tell me if this doesnt make any sense :(

i see him in so many ways like. def frat boy noncon, putting smth in ur drink at a party, u made it easy for him, n he’s going to share u with his friends cuz ur slutty pussy is just too good to keep to himself. i’ve also thought about like street racer/biker hee and ur a rival competitor n he thinks racing against a girl is beneath him n u should be taught a lesson about where ur place is. taking a man’s cock n the only words coming out of ur mouth should be his name. i just. think heeseung doesn’t take no for an answer. /pos. thank u for coming to my ted talk /lh

▸ 18+ mdni. | warnings: noncon, drugging.

no i can definitely see him mean! like it's just natural to heeseung, but he's particularly harsh with you... maybe you're not very smart and it drives him MAD. he just can't get his head around the fact that someone can be so dumb and he can't help but be mean to you because damn, you deserve it. i feel like he would scoff and roll his eyes at everything you say, and when you notice it you immediately feel embarrassed and stop talking so much. heeseung just has this effect... like you really want him to appreciate you, but unfortunately for you, he kinda dislikes you.

omg, frat boy!heeseung sharing you... he hates you, but he's so attracted to you and you just bring out his bad side so easily. he puts something that makes you so sleepy in your drink, he pretends to be worried, taking you upstairs to his room, but little do you know, his friends are coming as well... probably only jake and jungwon because they'd be into that lol, using you for literally so long, and you can't fight back, too tired :/ but my sick side wants heeseung to spare you when comes his turn, feeling too guilty, leaving you absolutely destroyed in his bed.

racer!heeseung makes me think of car sex and... i can just imagine him forcing himself on you in a dark alleyway, his car parked in the mud, rain pouring... the front of your body is sprawled on the backseats, wrists locked together behind your back with one of his hands, pounding into you from behind. he gets all of his frustration out because how dare you think you're better than him? your place is at his feet, serving him and ready for him to use how he pleases.