#lighthearted etc etc im playing

[livingdeadhorse]

do y’all like. need a room or something what’s happening

[relic-seeker]

i wonder what quirrel's job actually was

we get some snippets in game that yes, he was an apprentice of sorts to monomon & knows many things about hallownest in general -- but overall, we have no idea what actual things he may have researched

most fan interpretations of this i see make him very culturally aware in mostly a socio-economic-political way. like he's done some sort of political science degree. it makes sense due to his wide knowledge of the kingdom's intertwined politics and society.

however, he still seems to have some sort of appreciation for the physical landscape of hallownest? take the blue lake for example, him wanting to see the source of the rain or his comments on the hot springs.

everything could simply just be seen as a thirst for knowledge, but then again i think quirrel is much of an observer as he is as someone who just wants to learn: it's also much about experience to him.

therefore, putting everything i have together, quirrel simply must be:

a geographer

[heeluvv]

sunoo showing his members that he’s not just a subby boy .. 💭

lowkey didn’t know how i wanted to play this out but i did it this way and im not mad at it so i hope you like it bb

SUBBY.ᐟ

pairing ᝰ.ᐟ bsf/close friend! kim sunoo x reader

warnings ᝰ.ᐟ oral (f), unprotected sex, fingering, soft!dom sunoo, teasing, etc.

natty’s notes ᝰ.ᐟ mdni, hate comments will be deleted.

the room buzzed with laughter, the warm glow of the living room lights casting a cozy atmosphere over your small gathering. the idea of going out had been quickly shut down by your friends, who whined about the hassle and convinced you to just stay in. you didn’t mind—it was nice having them over, sprawled across your couch and floor, snacking on whatever was in your kitchen while exchanging playful banter. the energy was lighthearted, filled with inside jokes and teasing remarks that never failed to keep the mood alive.

amidst the usual chatter, a certain conversation piqued your interest—who among you was the most dominant? it started as a joke, with everyone throwing names into the mix, ranking each other based on their supposed presence and personality. unsurprisingly, sunoo kept ending up at the bottom of the list, a fact that only fueled the amusement of the group.

“you guys really think i’m not dominant enough?” sunoo scoffed, crossing his arms as he scanned everyone with a sharp gaze, his brows lifting in challenge.

“you just seem more like a submissive, sunoo,” you said casually, your voice laced with amusement as the others quickly nodded in agreement.

a brief silence followed before he clicked his tongue, an unreadable smirk playing on his lips. “you guys have no idea what you’re talking about,” he muttered, shaking his head.

the laughter only grew louder.

“i mean, we aren’t lying, sunoo. every time y/n gives you even the slightest compliment, you get so flustered,” jake teased, a smirk tugging at his lips as he leaned back against the couch. “only submissive like to be called good boy…”

his words sent a ripple of laughter through the group, their amusement only growing as sunoo’s expression shifted. but he wasn’t embarrassed, nor was he angry. no—he saw this as a challenge.

his posture straightened, and the playful glint in his eyes darkened into something more serious. “you want me to prove it to you all?” his voice was smooth, almost daring, his confidence oozing through the sudden change in demeanor.

the room fell into a brief silence, the shift in his energy palpable. your eyes widened at the sheer duality, the effortless way he transitioned from lighthearted banter to something almost intimidating. it sent an unexpected chill down your spine.

jungwon, breaking the silence, tilted his head curiously. “i mean… how exactly do you plan on doing that?”

he glanced at the others for backup, but instead of answering, they simply exchanged amused looks before turning their attention toward you.

your breath hitched. why were they looking at you?

it was no secret that you felt completely at ease around them. there was an unspoken comfort in their presence, a familiarity that blurred the lines of personal space. you had never been the type to overthink things—changing in front of them felt natural, effortless, something you never put much thought into. it wasn’t like you were trying to make a statement; it was just how things were.

when you were home alone, the idea of throwing on extra layers felt unnecessary. walking around in just an oversized shirt, barely caring whether you had pants on, was second nature. so when they showed up unannounced—something they did often—you never felt the need to scramble for modesty. they had seen you like this before, countless times, and it had never been an issue.

but there was something about those fleeting moments that felt different. you weren’t oblivious—you noticed the way their gazes lingered, the way conversations would momentarily stall when you stretched or adjusted your clothes absentmindedly. they never said anything, never crossed a boundary, yet there was an undeniable weight in the air whenever it happened.

you never initiated anything, and neither did they. it was a silent understanding, an unspoken game where the tension simmered just beneath the surface. yet, even when their eyes betrayed their thoughts, you simply carried on as you always did—pretending not to notice, even though you always did.

“what?”

the single word left your lips before you could stop it, your voice laced with confusion, yet there was something else lurking beneath it—curiosity. this had caught you completely off guard. they were actually trying to initiate something now, and all for the sake of proving a point.

but was that really all it was?

a part of you should have been skeptical, maybe even hesitant. yet, deep down, you didn’t mind. because as much as you were aware of their lingering stares—the way their eyes would subtly (or sometimes not so subtly) trace the shape of your body in moments like these—you were equally guilty. maybe you hadn’t realized it at first, or maybe you had and just pretended otherwise, but the truth was undeniable.

your own gaze had a habit of betraying you. the way your eyes fixated a little too long on their lips when they spoke, how your focus would drift to the veins on their hands as they flexed absentmindedly. and then there were the times they stayed over, disappearing into the bathroom only to reemerge, steam still clinging to their skin, towel slung dangerously low on their hips, droplets of water trailing down their bare torso.

you told yourself it was nothing, just fleeting glances, harmless observations. but they noticed. every single time.

you weren’t the only one watching.

“i think you know what, y/n…” sunoo’s voice was smooth, deliberate, as he leaned back against the couch. the confidence in his posture was undeniable—his legs spread wider, his hands resting lazily on his thighs, fingers drumming against the fabric as he studied you. his gaze held something unreadable, something daring. “but of course… only if you let me.”

your breath hitched, your mind racing with endless possibilities. was this a mistake? would this change everything between you all? would it create distance or pull you even closer? the weight of uncertainty pressed against your chest, but despite all the questions, there was one undeniable truth—you wanted to know.

it was reckless, maybe even dangerous, but you couldn’t help the way curiosity clawed at you, the way something deep inside you itched for the answer. was it wrong to entertain these thoughts? perhaps. but could you really fault yourself for being human?

and then there was sunoo himself. was he truly as submissive as everyone assumed? or was this his way of proving you all wrong?

your throat felt dry as you swallowed down the lingering hesitation, your heart hammering in anticipation.

“o-okay…” you whispered, barely recognizing your own voice.

you felt the shift instantly, a change so abrupt it sent a shiver down your spine. sunoo’s entire demeanor had shifted, his usual playful, almost teasing nature now replaced by something much more assertive—something that left you momentarily stunned. his gaze, once filled with amusement, was now sharp, unwavering, laced with an intensity you weren’t used to seeing from him.

“come here.”

his voice was steady, almost commanding, as he patted his lap, the simple gesture sending a wave of anticipation through you.

your breath hitched, hesitating for only a second before your body moved on its own. your legs carried you forward, and before you knew it, you were settling onto his lap, straddling him with a mix of hesitation and something far more dangerous—curiosity.

his hands found your hips effortlessly, fingers resting firmly yet not forcefully, grounding you in place. the heat of his touch seeped through the fabric of your clothes, sending a subtle thrill through your body. he wasn’t rushing, wasn’t pushing—just waiting, letting you feel the weight of the moment.

his eyes met yours, dark and unreadable, but his voice was softer this time. “you can always back out of this, y/n.”

it wasn’t a warning. it was a reassurance. a reminder that despite the shift, despite the unknown that lay ahead, you still held all the control.

“no, it’s fine…” you murmured, your voice steadier than you expected. your hands found their way to his shoulders, fingers curling slightly into the fabric of his shirt as you nodded, reaffirming your words. “i want to…”

those three words seemed to settle something deep within sunoo, dissolving whatever lingering hesitation he might have had. this wasn’t just about proving a point anymore—he wanted to know if you were truly comfortable with this, if you were letting him in willingly. and, if he was honest with himself, he wanted to do this in a way that wouldn’t just satisfy his need to prove something, but would also leave you wanting more.

his hands glided down slowly, palms warm as they traced the curve of your waist before settling against your thighs. his touch was firm but not demanding, the heat of his fingers seeping through the thin fabric, igniting something beneath your skin.

his dark eyes never left yours, a silent exchange passing between you both, more powerful than any words he could offer. he didn’t need to say anything—his gaze alone told you everything. a question, a reassurance, and something deeper, something unreadable but undeniably there.

one hand remained firm on your thigh, fingers pressing into your skin just enough to make you hyperaware of his touch, while the other reached up, cradling the side of your face with a gentleness that sent a shiver down your spine. he guided you down effortlessly, his thumb grazing your cheek as he closed the space between you, his lips finally meeting yours.

the kiss started slow—steady and controlled, as if he was savoring the moment, testing the waters. his lips moved against yours with purpose, the pressure just right, his warmth enveloping you in a way that sent your mind reeling.

never in your life did you think this would happen. the thought alone felt almost surreal, the realization that you were kissing one of your closest friends sending a spark of disbelief through you. but any hesitation, any second-guessing, melted away the moment he deepened the kiss.

his grip on your thigh tightened slightly as his lips moved with more intensity, more certainty, pulling you in as if he refused to let you second-guess this moment. the soft, controlled movements gave way to something deeper, something more urgent, as if he wanted to prove himself with each press of his lips against yours.

and you let him.

because despite the initial shock, despite the blur of emotions crashing over you, there was one undeniable truth—you wanted this just as much as he did.

his lips wandered downward, leaving a burning trail along the sensitive skin of your neck. each kiss was deliberate, his movements slow yet calculated, as if he wanted you to feel every second of it. his lips parted slightly, the warmth of his breath fanning against your skin before he latched on, sucking gently at first before his teeth grazed over the spot, sending a sharp jolt of pleasure through your body.

your breath hitched, fingers tightening against his shoulders, but he didn’t falter—not once. instead, his hands moved with purpose, fingers brushing against the hem of your shirt before he gripped it firmly, wasting no time in tugging it over your head. the fabric barely had a chance to hit the floor before you felt the weight of their stares.

there you sat, bare before them all—only your red lace panties keeping you somewhat covered. the cool air kissed your exposed skin, a stark contrast to the heat radiating from your body, the rush of vulnerability mixing with something far more intoxicating.

sunoo’s eyes darkened, his tongue flicking out to wet his lips as he took in the sight before him.

“fuck…” he muttered, his voice low, almost breathless.

the single word hung heavy in the air, thick with desire, with anticipation. and in that moment, you knew—this wasn’t just about proving a point anymore.

your hands instinctively move to cover yourself, a sudden wave of shyness washing over you under the weight of their heated stares. the intensity in their eyes—dark, unreadable, filled with something primal—makes your skin prickle with awareness.

but sunoo is quick to act.

his fingers wrap around your wrists before you can fully shield yourself, his grip firm yet gentle as he pulls your hands away. his gaze flickers up to meet yours, filled with something that makes your breath hitch.

“keep them down.”

his voice is steady, commanding, leaving no room for hesitation.

your fingers curl into the fabric of the couch, your pulse hammering in anticipation as his attention shifts downward. his eyes linger, drinking in the sight before him, his tongue darting out to wet his lips as if restraining himself.

his mouth finds you without hesitation, lips wrapping around one peak as a sharp gasp escapes you. the warmth of his tongue flicking over the sensitive skin sends a shiver down your spine, your body reacting instantly to the sensation. he doesn’t hold back, sucking with just the right amount of pressure, his teeth grazing you ever so slightly before his tongue soothes over the spot.

a soft moan slips past your lips, your back arching slightly as your fingers dig into the couch, trying to ground yourself against the flood of sensation overtaking you.

he hums against your skin, the vibrations sending another wave of pleasure through you, his grip tightening ever so slightly on your waist.

he’s enjoying this—enjoying the way you react, the way your body responds so easily to him. and you? you’re completely at his mercy.

the room is thick with tension, the kind that settles deep in your bones, making every breath feel heavier. the others just sit there, too stunned to speak, their eyes locked onto you—onto the way sunoo’s mouth moves against your skin, claiming every inch of you with slow, deliberate sucks. the heat of his tongue flicking over each peak sends jolts of pleasure straight through your body, your back arching instinctively, seeking more.

the ache between your legs only grows, pulsing, desperate for relief. your hips move on their own, rolling forward, grinding against the growing bulge beneath you. the friction is intoxicating, making your breath hitch, a soft, needy moan escaping before you can stop it. the sensation is everything you’ve been craving, sending a sharp spark of pleasure right where you need it most.

but just as quickly as it comes, it’s taken away.

sunoo’s hands grip your waist, stilling your movements in an instant, his fingers digging in just enough to make his point. his lips leave your skin, glistening, his gaze meeting yours with a dangerous mix of control and amusement.

“you take what i give.”

his voice is low, firm, laced with authority that sends a shiver down your spine. his grip doesn’t loosen, his presence completely consuming, demanding your submission with nothing more than a look.

your breathing is uneven, your body still trembling from the denied pleasure, but the challenge in his tone makes your stomach twist in anticipation.

“please, sunoo…” you whimper, your voice barely above a breath, laced with desperation. your fingers dig into his shoulders, your body trembling as his fingertips lazily trace over the thin fabric covering your aching core.

he doesn’t rush—no, he takes his time, barely applying any pressure, just the softest, teasing flicks against your clothed clit. the sensation is maddening, sending tiny jolts of pleasure through you, but never enough to satisfy the throbbing need building inside you.

a low chuckle rumbles from his chest, his lips curling into a smirk as he watches you squirm beneath his touch. “you sound so pretty begging for me, baby…” his voice is smooth, laced with amusement, but there’s something deeper beneath it—something dark, something possessive.

his words send a shiver down your spine, a fresh wave of arousal pooling between your thighs. you moan at the praise, eyes fluttering shut as the ache intensifies, your pussy clenching helplessly around nothing.

you need more—so much more—but sunoo just keeps up his agonizing pace, barely giving you what you want, dragging out every second, watching as your desperation grows.

“look at you,” he muses, his fingers pressing just a little harder, enough to make your breath hitch. “so needy, and i’ve barely even touched you.”

he moves before you can even process it. with effortless strength, he lifts you off his lap, his hands gripping your waist as he shifts positions. a startled gasp escapes you as he tosses you gently onto the couch, the plush cushions cushioning your fall.

your body barely has time to react before he’s kneeling between your legs, his presence dominating the space between you. his hands are steady, deliberate, as they hook into the waistband of your lace panties, dragging them down in one slow, tantalizing motion. the cool air kisses your exposed skin, sending a shiver up your spine as your underwear is discarded somewhere onto the floor.

his breath hitches, a low, appreciative grunt escaping his lips as he takes in the sight of you—completely bare before him. a moment of silence hangs in the air, heavy and charged, before you hear the sharp intake of breath from the others.

“i’m gonna make you feel so good, baby…” his voice is a smooth promise, dripping with intent, his fingertips brushing along the inside of your thighs as he spreads them wider, fully exposing you to his hungry gaze.

his eyes darken as he drinks in the sight of you, his tongue darting out to wet his lips as he groans at the sheer view.

“and while i do that,” he continues, his tone firm, unwavering. his gaze flickers up to meet yours, filled with something dangerous, something commanding. “i want you to look at them.”

your breath stutters.

his words settle deep within you, igniting something raw, something forbidden. your eyes flicker toward the others, who are still watching, still mesmerized by the scene unfolding before them.

the weight of their gazes only makes the heat between your legs burn hotter.

sunoo starts slow, his lips brushing against the soft skin of your inner thighs, leaving a trail of delicate, teasing kisses. each press of his lips is unhurried, deliberate, like he’s savoring the taste of you before he even reaches his destination. the heat of his breath fans over your sensitive skin, making your muscles twitch in anticipation.

he inches up, closer and closer, until he’s face to face with your aching core. your slickness glistens under the dim light, coating your folds, an unspoken invitation that makes his breath hitch. his fingers move with purpose, spreading you open, exposing every delicate inch of you to his hungry gaze.

your body jolts at the sensation, a sharp gasp slipping past your lips. “s-sunoo…” you whimper, your voice trembling, thick with need.

but before you can say anything else, he’s on you.

his lips crash against your pussy with a fervor that makes your head spin, tongue immediately delving between your folds, collecting every bit of your arousal in his mouth. he groans at the taste, the vibrations sending a jolt of pleasure straight through you, making your back arch off the couch.

his tongue moves expertly, flicking and swirling, alternating between slow, teasing strokes and deep, indulgent licks. he devours you like he’s been starving for this moment, his grip tightening on your thighs as he pulls you closer, burying himself deeper.

the sounds—the wet, sinful noises of his mouth working against you, the soft gasps and moans spilling from your lips—fill the room, adding to the thick, unbearable tension that already lingers.

your eyes flutter shut, your lips parting as soft, breathy moans spill from them. the sensation of his tongue working against you is almost overwhelming, each stroke sending waves of pleasure coursing through your body. your fingers tangle in the cushions beneath you, grasping for something—anything—to keep yourself grounded as he pleases you so effortlessly.

but just as you begin to sink into the bliss, a sharp sting blossoms across your thigh, the sudden smack making you jolt. a gasp rips from your throat, your eyes snapping open in shock as heat radiates from the spot where his hand just struck.

“what did i tell you?” sunoo’s voice is smooth, yet firm, holding an edge of authority that makes your stomach twist.

his dark eyes flick up to meet yours, his lips glistening with your slickness, a smirk playing at the corners of his mouth as he watches your reaction. his fingers trail over the place he just struck, soothing the warmth left behind, before giving your thigh another sharp squeeze.

“keep your eyes on them.”

his words send a fresh wave of heat through you, your body responding instinctively, thighs trembling slightly beneath his grip. he waits, watching you expectantly, making sure you obey before diving back in, his tongue resuming its torturous, sinful pace.

you obey him without hesitation, your eyes barely able to stay open as pleasure crashes over you in waves. your expression is completely undone—lips parted, swollen from where you’ve been biting them, brows furrowed in pure, unfiltered bliss. every nerve in your body is on fire, every muscle tensed in anticipation of what’s coming next.

his mouth latches onto your clit with a sudden, intense suction that makes your back arch off the couch, a sharp moan ripping from your throat. the wet warmth of his tongue moves expertly, flicking and swirling before he sucks harshly again, sending a jolt of pleasure straight to your core.

just when you think you can’t take any more, his fingers press against your entrance, teasingly circling before slowly pushing inside. the stretch is delicious, his fingers sinking into you with ease, the slickness of your arousal making it effortless. he groans against you, the vibrations only adding to the unbearable pleasure as he starts to move—slow at first, testing, before curling his fingers just right, hitting that spot that has your entire body trembling.

“fuck, s-sunoo..” your voice is broken, shaky, barely coherent as you clutch onto the couch for dear life.

he hums against your clit, clearly pleased with your reaction, his fingers picking up their pace, thrusting into you deeper, harder, his mouth never once relenting.

the coil in your stomach tightens dangerously, the pleasure building rapidly, threatening to consume you whole.

“sunoo—sunoo, please!” you cry out, your voice breaking between moans as his fingers continue their relentless pace, plunging into you with precision, each thrust leaving you breathless. the wet, sinful sounds of your arousal echo through the room, only adding to the intensity of the moment. your walls flutter around his fingers, clenching down instinctively as that familiar, burning heat coils deep in your stomach, warning you that you’re teetering on the edge.

“fuck, sunoo—i’m gonna cum! i—i can’t—” your words come out in desperate gasps, your entire body trembling as the pleasure builds unbearably.

but instead of giving in, he chuckles darkly against your skin, his breath hot as he murmurs, “aww, you wanna cum, baby?” his voice is smooth, teasing, completely unfazed by your desperation.

his fingers don’t slow—not even for a second. if anything, he moves even faster, driving them deeper, curling them just right until your legs are shaking around him. and then, just when you think you can’t take anymore, his thumb comes down on your swollen clit, pressing down before rubbing harsh, relentless circles against the sensitive bundle of nerves. the sudden overstimulation makes your back arch off the couch, a sharp, broken moan ripping from your throat.

but just as your release is within reach, just as you’re about to fall over the edge, he suddenly tightens his grip on your thigh, voice dropping into a firm, commanding tone.

“you’re gonna hold it.”

your eyes widen in pure, helpless agony. “w-what?” your voice is a wrecked whimper, your body on fire, teetering dangerously on the brink of pleasure.

he smirks, amusement flickering in his dark eyes as he watches you squirm, your desperation only fueling him more. “you heard me. you’re not cumming until i say so.”

your body betrays you, clenching around his fingers, desperate for relief, but he gives you none. instead, he continues his ruthless pace, dragging you further into the agonizing high without letting you fall over the edge.

“fuck—no, sunoo! i can’t—please!” you cry out, your voice breaking into a desperate sob as your body trembles uncontrollably beneath his touch. your hands clutch at the cushions, fingers curling into the fabric like a lifeline, your entire body writhing under the intensity of his movements. your legs shake violently, barely able to keep still as he continues his merciless assault, his fingers plunging in and out of you at a brutal pace, stretching you, filling you, driving you to the very edge of insanity.

your chest rises and falls in frantic breaths, tears prickling at the corners of your eyes from the sheer overstimulation. every muscle in your body is taut, coiled so tightly it feels like you might snap at any moment. the unbearable pleasure surges through you in waves, an inferno burning deep in your core, desperate for release. but he won’t let you.

“aww, poor baby…” sunoo coos, his voice laced with mock sympathy, though the amusement in his tone betrays his true intentions. his dark eyes glint with satisfaction as he watches you unravel, drinking in the sight of your helpless state. he leans in closer, his breath hot against your skin as he murmurs, “i don’t care.”

his words send a sharp jolt of heat straight through you, a fresh wave of arousal pooling between your thighs despite the sweet torture he’s inflicting.

his fingers curl inside you again, hitting that perfect spot with unrelenting precision, his thumb still circling your clit in fast, ruthless strokes. your legs twitch, your moans turning into broken sobs as you shake beneath him, completely at his mercy.

he’s enjoying this—enjoying the way you fall apart in his hands, how utterly wrecked you are for him.

his movements halt abruptly, leaving you panting, teetering on the edge of a release he refuses to grant. before you can even catch your breath, he shifts you effortlessly, guiding your body to lay flat against the plush cushions of the couch. his touch is firm but careful, positioning you exactly how he wants—spread out, vulnerable, completely at his mercy.

his hands move with purpose, fingers reaching for the hem of his shirt. in one smooth motion, he pulls it over his head and tosses it aside, revealing the toned expanse of his torso. his skin glows under the dim lighting, his prominent abs flexing slightly as he breathes. the sight alone sends another rush of heat pooling between your legs, your thighs instinctively pressing together in anticipation.

but he isn’t done.

his fingers work their way down, unbuttoning his pants with agonizing slowness, as if savoring every second of your hungry gaze trailing over his body. the fabric slides down his hips, along with his boxers, pooling at his feet before he kicks them away carelessly.

and then he’s bare.

his cock springs free, hard and thick, the tip glistening with arousal. the sight alone makes your breath hitch, your mouth going dry as your thighs clench involuntarily. he watches your reaction, his lips curling into a smirk, clearly enjoying the effect he has on you.

“like what you see, baby?” he taunts, his voice dripping with amusement as he strokes himself lazily, letting you take in every inch of him.

he moves over you with a predatory grace, his body hovering just inches above yours, the heat radiating from his skin making your breath hitch. his hands find your face, fingers cupping your cheeks with a gentleness that contrasts the hunger in his gaze. his thumb strokes your flushed skin before he leans down, capturing your lips in a deep, consuming kiss.

his lips move against yours with raw intensity, swallowing your soft whimpers as his tongue teases its way into your mouth. the taste of him, warm and intoxicating, sends a fresh wave of desire coursing through you, your fingers instinctively reaching up to tangle in his hair, pulling him even closer.

a low groan rumbles from his chest as he breaks the kiss, his breath fanning against your lips. without another word, his hand wraps around his cock, fisting it slowly, the slick head brushing against your soaked folds. the contact sends a jolt of electricity through you, a shaky gasp escaping as he drags himself along your slit, coating himself in your wetness.

“fuck…” he grunts, his voice low, strained, the friction making his hips jerk slightly. his cock slides against your clit with every slow stroke, the sensation making your thighs twitch as your body craves more.

he watches your face closely, drinking in every reaction, every flutter of your lashes, every soft gasp that falls from your lips. he’s teasing, taking his time, savoring the feeling of you beneath him, knowing damn well how much you need him to just give in.

before you can even process it, he pushes in—slowly, deliberately, letting you feel every inch as he stretches you open. the sensation is overwhelming, a mix of pleasure and pressure that has your breath hitching, your fingers curling into the couch beneath you. your walls clench instinctively around him, the tightness drawing a deep, guttural groan from his throat.

“shit…” he breathes out, his voice strained, laced with pure pleasure as he sinks deeper, his cock disappearing inch by inch inside you.

his arms move beneath yours, caging you in, his hands pressing firmly against the cushions just above your shoulders. his body is flush against yours, the warmth of his skin pressing into you, grounding you in the moment.

he dips his head down, his lips ghosting over your neck before pressing soft, lingering kisses against your heated skin. each kiss is slow, almost tender, a stark contrast to the overwhelming fullness stretching you apart. his breath is hot against your pulse, his lips trailing up toward your jaw, as if whispering silent reassurances between each soft peck.

his hips still momentarily, letting you adjust, his thumbs stroking soothing circles against your skin. but the way his fingers tense against the couch, the way his breathing grows heavier, tells you he’s barely holding back.

his hips start to move, and though his initial thrusts are measured, controlled, it doesn’t last. the way your walls cling to him, squeezing him with every inch he sinks into you, has his restraint snapping almost instantly. his movements quickly become rougher, more urgent, each deep thrust slamming into you with a force that leaves you gasping for air.

the sound of skin meeting skin fills the room, mingling with the heavy breaths and desperate moans that spill from your lips. the pleasure is overwhelming, each stroke hitting deep, sending shockwaves through your body. your legs react instinctively, wrapping tightly around his waist, pulling him impossibly closer as your fingers claw at his back, nails digging into the firm muscles beneath your touch.

“sunoo!” you cry out, your voice breaking into a scream of pleasure as he angles his hips just right, dragging against that sensitive spot inside you that makes your vision blur.

his breath is ragged, hot against your ear as he groans, his grip on the cushions tightening as he pounds into you without mercy. “shit, baby… you’re so fucking tight…” his voice is thick with lust, raw and strained, as if he’s barely holding himself together.

his pace only quickens, his thrusts growing deeper, rougher, his body pressing you further into the couch as he loses himself in the way you feel around him. every roll of his hips sends sparks of pleasure coursing through your veins, building that tight coil in your stomach, pushing you closer and closer to the edge.

“look at you, taking my dick so well, baby…” sunoo groans, his voice thick with pleasure, eyes locked onto the sight of you beneath him. the way your body takes every relentless thrust, the way your walls squeeze him so perfectly—it has his head spinning. his hips don’t slow, not even for a second, driving into you with an unrelenting pace that has you seeing stars.

“fuuuckk—yes, sunoo!” you cry out, your body arching beneath him, the pleasure overwhelming, intoxicating. every thrust hits deeper, harder, sending waves of euphoria crashing through you, your fingers digging into his back in a desperate attempt to ground yourself.

his lips curl into a cocky smirk as he watches you unravel, completely lost in the pleasure he’s giving you. “love this dick already, baby?” he taunts, his breath hot against your lips, the teasing lilt in his voice only making the fire inside you burn hotter.

before you can even answer, his mouth crashes onto yours, stealing your breath, swallowing every moan, every whimper. his lips move with raw hunger, his tongue sweeping into your mouth, deepening the kiss as if he’s trying to consume you whole.

the way you taste—sweet, intoxicating—only fuels him more, makes him thrust into you even harder, his body completely consumed by the way you feel wrapped so tightly around him. he’s drowning in you, in this moment, in the way your bodies move together in perfect, reckless harmony.

he swears he’s never felt this high before—never felt anything like this. it’s addicting. and he never wants to stop.

“fuuuckk—sunoo, i c-can’t—i c-can’t…” your voice is a desperate, broken whimper, your entire body trembling beneath him. every thrust sends you spiraling further, the pleasure so overwhelming it’s almost unbearable. your nails dig into his back, clinging to him as if he’s the only thing keeping you tethered to reality.

sunoo groans at the sound of your voice, the way you’re falling apart completely for him. his hips snap forward with relentless force, each thrust pushing you closer and closer to that inevitable peak. he can feel it—the way your walls flutter around him, squeezing him tighter, your body begging for release.

“fuck, baby—wanna cum?” his voice is thick with desire, breathless as he leans in, his lips ghosting over your ear. “you wanna cum for me?”

your head tilts back, a sob of pleasure escaping your lips as your entire body quivers beneath him. you’re teetering on the edge, dangling between sweet bliss and unbearable tension, your mind clouded with nothing but him—his touch, his voice, the way he’s completely consuming you.

“p-please—please, fuck—please!” you beg, your voice wrecked, desperate, pleading for the release you so desperately need.

his fingers tighten their grip on your shoulders, his breath ragged against your skin as he thrusts into you harder, deeper, his own control beginning to fray. “cum for me, baby,” he growls, his voice dark, commanding. “let go.”

a loud, uncontrollable cry rips from your throat as the pleasure crashes over you in violent, overwhelming waves. your entire body tenses, then completely unravels, trembling beneath him as the intense release takes hold.

and then it happens.

the sharp, wet sound fills the air as your climax bursts forth, a powerful spray soaking both you and sunoo. the sudden gush makes your mind go blank, your vision blurring as your body convulses with the force of your orgasm.

gasps echo through the room—the others watching in stunned silence, eyes wide as they take in the sight of you, completely wrecked, completely undone.

sunoo freezes for a moment, his breath catching in his throat, before a deep, guttural moan tears from his lips. his jaw goes slack, his eyes darkening as he watches the way you squirt against him, your slickness dripping down his abs, coating his cock in a way that has his entire body trembling.

“fuck, baby…” he groans, his voice hoarse, filled with pure, raw hunger. the sensation of your release against him, the warmth, the wetness—it drives him wild, makes his hips jerk forward on instinct, as if chasing the feeling of you unraveling beneath him.

your legs shake violently, your hands grasping at anything—his shoulders, the cushions, his arms—as you sob out his name, your entire body still pulsing from the aftershocks.

“sunoo!” your voice is desperate, breathless, your head tilting back as you ride out the high, waves of pleasure still coursing through your veins.

and sunoo? he looks completely mesmerized—completely addicted to the sight of you falling apart just for him.

“fuck—i’m gonna cum, oh shit!” sunoo grunts, his voice rough, breathless, completely lost in the intensity of his release.

his movements grow erratic, hips stuttering as he pulls out at the last second, his hand immediately wrapping around his cock. his strokes are fast, desperate, chasing his high as his chest rises and falls in rapid pants.

a deep, guttural moan rips from his throat as he spills onto your stomach, thick ropes of cum painting your skin as his body jerks with each pulse. his grip on himself tightens, milking every last drop as his head tilts back, his mouth falling open in a silent moan, completely lost in the pleasure overtaking him.

“shit…” he exhales, voice raspy, his body still trembling from the force of his orgasm.

his dark, hooded eyes trail down to the mess he’s made on you, his tongue darting out to wet his lips as he watches his release drip down your stomach, glistening against your flushed skin.

without hesitation, his fingers dip into the creamy warmth, gathering his cum onto his fingertips before bringing them to your lips.

“suck.”

his command is firm, unwavering, his gaze locked onto yours, waiting. his fingers press lightly against your bottom lip, smearing the mess against your soft skin, teasing you—daring you.

his breathing is still uneven, his body still humming with the remnants of pleasure, but the hunger in his eyes hasn’t faded. if anything, it’s only grown darker.

you comply without hesitation, parting your lips as his fingers slide past them, pressing against your tongue. the warm, salty taste of him coats your taste buds, and a soft, involuntary moan escapes your throat at the sensation. your tongue swirls around his fingers, sucking lightly, savoring the way he watches you—his gaze dark, filled with something unreadable, something possessive.

his breathing is still uneven, his chest rising and falling as he watches you through heavy-lidded eyes. your lips wrap tighter around his fingers, your tongue pressing against the ridges of his knuckles before you slowly pull back, letting them slip from your mouth with a soft pop.

the room is thick with heat, the only sound filling the space being the heavy breathing between the both of you. your skin is damp with sweat, your body still humming with the aftershocks of pleasure, and yet the weight of what just happened lingers in the air.

then, sunoo smirks, breaking the silence with a breathy chuckle.

“am i subby now?”

natty’s notes ᝰ.ᐟ hoped you liked it !!

[infamous-if]

CH3 [140K WORDS] UPDATE + A LESSON

Hi guys! sorry for the delay there was a reason for it

I fucked up my files and lost all the work I did over the few months for the chapter 2 rewrite...like all of it, im really bummed out about it. and like an idiot ive been playtesting the wrong, unfinished outdated chapter 2 lol

im ngl I did have a pretty long cry earlier which is why I took a while...and im crying now writing this lol

I know it's a wip and these things happen but I worked really hard on 200k+ words of chapter 2 to see it improved and to see it all gone and fucked up really really sucks. I value infamous really highly and am pretty hard on myself so when I dont feel like I deliver what I want to deliver it's really hard for me to move on from that. I was really excited to have this all out at once and now I feel completely disheartened. I know I just have to pick myself up and just get back to work and rewrite chapter 2 but right now im just really upset

anyway, sorry to kill the mood this is probably the worst vibe killer ever lmao I hope everyone is excited! I said I was going to release chapter 3 for band tier and thats what im doing. You'll play the prologue + chapter 1 but will have to input some variable stuff for chapter 3. I hope having chapter 3 can make up for the loss of chapter 2

Chapter 3 is 140K words.

What to expect:

perform the first week and see the outcome

quality time with ROs

drama

angst

there is an explicit scene with an RO (it's skippable) so be mindful of that !

forgot to mention that I am completely rehauling the stats (again) as well due to the new flavor text options in chapter 1 because I feel like the stats still dont encompass the broad range now that there's different canonical types of MCs but yeah not like it matters rn since you'll just input it in aha!

I find chapter 3 to be the most lighthearted of all chapters for me so I hope you guys like it. if there's any inconsistencies (there might be due to lack of chapter 2 context or whatnot), errors, passages missing etc etc.

ill be around to fix any bugs and stuff but I think im going to take a day or two to refresh because im really fucking sad lol

hope you guys enjoy it!

available for band tier

[honeytonedhottie]

the art of conversation (from a professional yapper)⋆.ೃ࿔*:･🍉

just wanted to preface this by saying that NOT everyone is extremely sociable and thats totally okay. this post is to help improve ur conversational skills and charisma ✨

WHY LEARNING TO BE SOCIAL IS IMPORTANT ;

social skills are literally the FOUNDATION of effective communication. its important bcuz it allows u to build meaningful relationships, express urself, collaborate with others etc.

when ur learn how to be an effective communicator u can connect more deeply with the people around u. being more social can also provide u with opportunities, and in general make ur life SO much easier. not to mention u have a lot more fun.

SUPERIORITY/INFERIORITY COMPLEX ;

an inferiority complex is the feeling of inadequacy, an insecurity that ur not on the same level as someone else. a superiority complex is the opposite, u can come off as smug or condescending. both are bad in their own right.

the way that u can combat this is by adopting the mindset that you are neither below or above anyone else, and no one else is above or below you.

doing so can kind of even the playing field of conversation in ur mind and make sure that ur not feeling some kind of way before going into a conversation bcuz when u let ur superiority/inferiority complex go by un-fixed it can sabotage communication and not give ppl the change to get to know u.

UNLEARN SHAME ;

first u gotta start off with thinking about ways that shame has influenced ur thoughts or actions. an example that im sure a lot of us could relate to is the whole cringe concept.

to help unlearn shame i recommend journalling, therapy, and mindfulness so that then u can let urself ENJOY things again, without having the looming fear of the judgement of others.

also no genuinely happy person is going to take time out of their day to shame u, only a loser would do that. and if ur the one shaming others for liking something bcuz of ur own insecurity, get that fixed and get a life.

PREPPING FOR CONVERSATION ;

when approaching someone or starting conversation with someone for the first time, a rly good way to start it is with a compliment. dont start it by saying hi cuz i think thats so awkward 😭

compliment them for something, their response can also tell u a lot about them also bcuz some ppl will take the compliment well and some ppl will serve u a dirty look and that alone can tell u if u rly wanna be conversing with that person.

LEARN TO LAUGH ;

since we've already talked about why learning to not feel embarrassed about every little thing is important, here's what to do when something like that comes up. literally laugh.

for example the other day someone whom i've never spoken to before came up to me and started talking to me so familiarly, like with their arm around me and everything and i just went with it 💀 until he noticed that he had mistaked me for someone else, but its okay cuz now i have a new friend. LAUGH ABOUT IT.

dont take everything so seriously, being able to enjoy and take a joke is what makes conversation so much fun. note, do NOT mistake taking a joke as taking disrespect bcuz u should not take that, there is a distinct difference.

the biggest advice i can give as a yapper is to be more lighthearted and not take everything seriously. bcuz i feel like when we take everything so seriously we become rigid and thats not hot, be a breath of fresh air instead ✨

[middlingmay]

cleganmarge’s first time having sex… thoughts…comments… concerns…opinions?

Thoughts - thank fuck you sent me this

Comments - this is a really great ask

Concerns - that I won't receive more asks like this

Opinions - you're wonderful

No, but, so. I have like, half a dozen scenarios for how this could play out. But I'm in a lighthearted mood today so here's what I've got for you.

I genuinely believe nothing happens between Gale and John during the war. They both respect Marge too much for that and never want to hurt her. Gale is an expert at denying himself what he wants and Bucky is a pro at dragging himself over the coals for Gale.

I have Thoughts about how they eventually get together (as in, agree to be in a relationship) but the main point is that it's new to all of them (apart from Gale and Marge, who are married obvs).

I think it's kind of spontaneous. John has been holding himself back so far, unsure how much affection and intimacy (cuddling, kisses etc) he's allowed, and Gale and Marge don't have a clue what they're doing either, so they've just been carrying on as normal, but just kissing John good morning, too, for example.

And Gale kind of assumes John will take the lead when he's ready for sex. Given his history. And he tells Marge as much. So they're both waiting it out and going crazy because John is taking forever (maybe they have more sex together because of this, and John takes that as a sign that hey, they don't really need me so I'll just leave them be).

So, idiots all round really.

I think their first time, John is reading in his bed in his room, and maybe Gale is working late. Marge shuffles in, ready for bed and asks to join him. She can't sleep. John, unsure but thrilled, pats the space beside the wall and she curls up, head on his chest, big comfy sigh, and asks Bucky to read to her.

He does, in that lovely low voice of his and she falls asleep. John doesn't know what he's supposed to do but he's not fucking moving thank you very much because he's not waking Marge. He reads with one hand and his other arm goes numb, but he's locked in. He's no quitter.

Gale comes home. Scours the house for his wife and fella, and finds them in John's room, John blinking owlishly like he's been caught. Apropos of nothing, Gale strips down to his undershirt, folds his clothes and climbs right on in on Bucky's other side.

So Bucky has no hands left to read his book, and Marge stirs and her and Gale share sleepy kisses over the expanse of John's chest and he just. Does not know where to put his hands.

It's Marge who nuzzles his chest and drops a few kisses there, and Gale follows suit, and pretty soon John's got two beautiful blue-eyed blondes pressing sweet kisses all over his face and neck, and, well, what's a guy to do?

I read an excellent fic once, I can't remember the name of the author im sorry but if you're reading this let me know, where Gale watches Marge try and fail to keep up with how consuming John's kisses are. I think in this scenario, they both have to learn that pretty quickly and John kisses them until they are thoroughly dumb with it.

But it's not until Marge climbs aboard and Gale is climbing up right behind her that John realises he's allowed this. All of it.

It's decadent. It's heady. He's determined to leave them both in as much of a mess as he can. Pulls out every single trick he's ever learned and some he's only heard of and wanted to try.

By the end of it, Marge’s hair is in an impossible tangle, Gale can barely catch his breath, and John is half hanging off the bed somewhere grinning like an idiot.

Anon ilysm, thank you for this ask.

[criminallyyoursvn]

Is Nik/Chronos going to be the only yandere in the game? Im also gonna need a whole alphabet nsfw or even sfw of this man cause DAMNN THE WAY HE'S DRAWN IS AMAZING 👏 🤧💗 Amazing job on the VN 🥲💗

He will be, though I will say he won’t be the only love interest… but that’s all I’ll say! Lolol oooo your wish is my command (he is drawn so wonderfully I always say he’s sculpted ✨) NSFW Alphabet under the cut 👇

A = Aftercare (what they’re like after sex)- Nik is attentive and loving. If not a little intense from time to time. Aftercare is mainly just caressing your body, cuddling, and telling you how wonderful you are. Reminiscing on your intimacy as if it were a core memory...

B = Body part (their favorite body part of theirs and also their partner’s) Nik's favorite body part is his chest, he's not opposed to you sucking his nipples or trailing your tongue from his neck all the way down as he watches you all the way.

C = Cum (anything to do with cum, basically) Nik enjoys cumming all over you. Luckily for him he doesn't have to record or take pictures to remember how you look covered in his essence. And it may be something he plays back much to frequently.

D = Dirty secret (pretty self explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs) Nik/Chronos plays back memories of you in the office, often ones where you're just walking or bent over to grab a pencil or something and uses that as some premium masturbation material. He plays out fantasies in his mind, maybe frequenting some fanfictions if he's feeling especially desperate.

E = Experience (how experienced are they? do they know what they’re doing?) Nik is mildly experienced. He hasn't slept with 50+ people, nor has he never done the devil's tango. He knows what he's doing though, perfect memory helps with that.

F = Favorite position (this goes without saying) Oracle laid over top of him, as he fucks them from underneath. He can kiss and look at you while he talks you through and fucks in a way to illicit the strongest reactions. While also groping your behind as much as he pleases.

G = Goofy (are they more serious in the moment? are they humorous? etc.) Nik is always goofy and playful. though it can swap to serious love making since he can get quite emotional as well. He tends to keep it lighthearted, but sometimes he's just overwhelmed by his love for you.

H = Hair (how well groomed are they? does the carpet match the drapes? etc.) He's very groomed, yes he's blonde all over. Practically a smooth canvas.

I = Intimacy (how are they during the moment? the romantic aspect) Nik/Chronos is the same in bed as he is any other time. Lustful glances and teasing words. He can go from being in control to losing himself in the moment in an instant however.

J = Jack off (masturbation headcanon) As stated before, he touches himself to the thought of you, to Oracle, whatever. You went from being a percentage of what got him off, to being the only thing that does.

K = Kink (one or more of their kinks) He's got quite a few, there are probably a good amount he isn't even aware of himself. I'd say he'd enjoy some level of exhibitionism, mainly fucking with the risk of getting caught rather than in front of an entire audience. Being recorded. He's also a fan of edge play, usually on himself he likes to test his own endurance. He also likes hot and cold play (ice and hot candle wax), bondage/blindfolding, being put on a leash and dominated, etc...

L = Location (favorite places to do the do) his place, no competition, though for Oracle it doesn't really matter where.

M = Motivation (what turns them on, gets them going) Oracle.

N = No (something they wouldn’t do, turn offs) Anything that would hurt Oracle, I mean some light spanking is one thing, but anything to leave bruises and marks isn't really his style. A hickey sure, but he doesn't want to fight, he wants to make them feel so good they see stars.

O = Oral (preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc.) He loves giving, bro is starving. But he never complains when getting either, though he's likely to cum too soon when he sees your cute expression.

P = Pace (are they fast and rough? slow and sensual? etc.) Medium? He loves to alternate between raw fucking to making love. He's pretty sensual and emotional most of the time, so often it's closer to really exploring and unwinding than a quickie. Though he'll take what he can get.

Q = Quickie (their opinions on quickies, how often, etc.) He likes them enough, though he will probably be like a wet cat when it's over so soon. He wants to indulge.

R = Risk (are they game to experiment? do they take risks? etc.) When it comes to Oracle no, if he tries anything too crazy in the bedroom he fears they'll be creeped out by him or run away.

S = Stamina (how many rounds can they go for? how long do they last?) Nik can go along time assuming he's mentally prepared, up to 3-4 rounds on average sometimes although he can get lost in everything and cum much too soon.

T = Toys (do they own toys? do they use them? on a partner or themselves?) Nik appreciates a good sex toy. He'd be interested in Oracle's if they have any. He'd use them from time to time to spice things up for foreplay. Foreplay often lasts awhile with him. He's not opposed to them being used on him as well. In fact, he encourages it.

U = Unfair (how much they like to tease) Oh so much, criminal amount. So much so it may make you angry, and if so he'll fold. But he does love riling you up so much.

V = Volume (how loud they are, what sounds they make, etc.) He's unbridled when it comes to moaning. There is no grunting and gritting teeth. He is in your ear letting you know how much he's feeling. It helps his voice is so pretty/sexy.

W = Wild card (a random headcanon for the character) If your character wears glasses, he wants you to keep those on during sex. Wearing his workshirts, looking tired all lazy eyed in the mornings.

X = X-ray (let’s see what’s going on under those clothes) Nik has a gorgeously sculpted body and a 6.5 inch dick. He may have the occasional mole scattered around.

Y = Yearning (how high is their sex drive?) Practically infinite, he's almost almost raring to go. Even if he was mad at the MC he'd probably be down still.

Z = Zzz (how quickly they fall asleep afterwards) Not immediately. He'd probably watch you fall asleep and then follow shortly after.

[writeraid]

Headcanon: The Moon Boys and Video Games:

Steven generally prefers cozy games or life sim games. Stardew, Animal Crossing, The Sims (he goes out of his way to have ALL of them), Slime Rancher,etc, but when Layla's around he also likes to play games like Overcooked! That are still that lighthearted type game, but with the added competition. Every once in a while he ventures out of this genre if one really catches his eye. (Assassin's Creed Origins im talking about Assassin's Creed Origins it's too perfect I mean come on). He has no real console preference. Him and Layla have a Co-Op on Stardew that's currently on Day 10 of Winter of Year 5. They have not yet unlocked Ginger island because Steven has been very focused on the Musuem. And they finished the community center in two days.

Marc probably seems like he only plays dark bruding violent type games - which,okay, a part of me wants to say he'd enjoy the fallout games - he also is really into science fiction games. No Man's Sky and Astroneer are personal favorites. He's also partial to Tomb Raider and the like. He prefers PC or Play Station. He has yet to get The Last Of Us Volume Two because he had it spoiled. He also enjoys the Horizon games. When it comes to games with Layla, he normally just joins her in the multiplayer of whatever he's currently playing that has one.

With Jake, I feel like he's really into racing games. Like. Really into racing games. I know, it's cliche, 'New York Cabbie is into racing games' but it just..makes sense.. I dunno. Maybe it's the theory that Jake was fronting at some of the points in Austria (including the cupcake truck turning around)..which Im not quite sure I subscribe to yet, but I do agree with a lot of the points, or just the fact that I like the idea of Jake being an absolute chaotic speed demon. He also bought himself one of the GTA's.. entirely just for the driving aspect..he also sometimes plays Orgins after Steven bought it. He favors handhelds and consoles (for obvious reasons.)

I also think all three of them sometimes play Stevens 'Cozy' games. The Sims and Stardew Especially.

It's 4:00 AM and I literally woke up randomly thinking about this and couldn't fall back asleep because I needed to get it out you have to deal with it now. (can you tell I've been playing video games a lot in the aftermath of all the stress of the holidays?)

[cosmic-kid-in-motion]

Frankie X reader with chronic back/neck pain

Gn!reader with chronic pain in their back and neck. This is self indulgent bc I suffer so badly.

Written for my Disability Visibility event! Gotten so many fun responses from the oscar and pedro fandoms!!! thanks so much to every! I will be extending it through MAY because frankly i have a lot I wanna write but alas im in my last few weeks of college and wanna cry!!!! so much papers to write ;-;

Masterlist : Triple Frontier Masterlist

Dividers by @sisterlucifergraphics

Briefest nsfw references

Back massages. All the time. He gets whatever oil or lotion makes you feel the best and I think it becomes a nightly routine after you shower

What doing out to eat, does a booth feel better? Or a table? Either way he's asking for it. If it takes longer he doesn't care.

On that vein, anywhere that requires sitting without a backrest is gonna be automatically no for you, so he's either gonna get you to be able to sit against something, or you and him won't be doing it. If he has to, you can sit between his legs and rest against him.

Sometimes, at family gatherings or watching a movie, Frankie will sit on the couch while you sit between his knees (back rested against the couch ofc) and he'll rub your neck.

When you and him get serious, one time you stay over at Frankie's and your like oh man my back sure hurts

Dude has a heating pad, icey hot all this stuff and your like oh well aren't you prepared! He says his friend Santi has a lot of neck and spine problems so he likes to keep stuff around incase he needs it

Catch you and Santi over on the same day in pain fighting for Frankie's attention lmfao

Anyway, he always stays prepared.

Frankie can pick up if its becoming too much if you're out and about. You usually don't even need to say anything, he's just like oh it's time to go home!

Will draw you baths with Epsom salt, nice and hot the way you like it, will even sit by your sit on the bathroom floor and hang out while you soak your back. He's got candles, he's got a Pride and Prejudice 2005 on the lap top. He's got two fingers inside you.

Frankie makes you get massages or chiropractor, or both if that's what works. Won't hear it about the cost. He says your pain management is a priority to him, not a luxury.

Tries various neck massagers and tools to try and help home remedies.

Yes, once or twice the massages end up with him inside you. So what.

He's VERY defensive of you. Benny made one (1) VERY lighthearted joke about you not being able to play basketball very long and Frankie ripped him a knew one until Benny sheepishly apologized and you had to tell him to maybe chill just a lil bitty bit. He can yell at Pope, not your Benny boo.

One day you fuck up your back so bad twisting wrong you can fucking move you're so stiff. Frankie's gonna pick you up and carry you to the car, you're getting into the chiropractor ASAP

If you're supossed to take meds, vitamins or supplements or do stretched ETC he's gonna remind you, and he's gonna help with all physical therapy

But most of all, Frankie's gonna make sure you don't ever feel like a burden. He's gonna take care of you with so much gentleness, the same love and protection he shows for his friends that you can't help think yeah, this comes natural to him.

***

Shout out to @nonbinairyboi for their Frankie piece and to @iknowisoundcrazy for their frankie piece! I love how we all were just like oh disabled reader? I know EXACTLY who would take care of me

[literallypyro]

hi im nervy about this errr do you have tf2 hcs drabbles anything for mercs (specifically medic and scout and Maybe sniper .... if you feel up to it) finding out their coworker merc reader has a major thing for being tickled and is insanely embarrassed to admit they like it 😭😭 AAHH like nooo aha dont tell me to hold my arms up while you slooowly spider your fingers along my ribs while teasing me for being so ticklish 😵‍💫 sorry theres just no merc x reader tf2 tickle fics anywhere and its driving me silly .........

Okay, I'll admit... I'm one of the worst people to ask this 😅 I hate being tickled.... I'll still try to give you what you want, but I can't promise any amount of quality

Also, thank you for clarifying a few! It would've taken way longer for me to get to this if not. I'm sorry the wait has already been long 😖

Anyway, I still hope you enjoy!

Childlike joys

Scout:

-He's actually kinda happy you like to be tickled. Y'know those moments some couples have when they tickle fight ? That's what he's imagining

-He'll do it randomly sometimes, but his favorite time to tickle you is when you disagree over something small. He uses it to avoid small, unnecessary arguments, and he gets to see you giggle and squirm as a bonus

-I dunno if you know how some people are ticklish when people squeeze a specific part of their knee, but if you're like that, he does it at completely random times. He acts like nothing happened, too. He doesn't even look up from what he's doing

-He would most likely tease you about liking it, but he knows when to stop. He doesn't wanna make you mad

-If you asked him to stop the teasing, he would. He might slip a couple times, but immediately apologize after he realized what he did

Medic:

-He was intrigued when he figured out you liked being tickled

-The most common instances that he would tickle you is when you aren't expecting it. Times such as when he's walking past you on his way to another spot, when you're watching him work, when you're wrapped up in a hobby, etc.

-I think he would also tickle you a tiny bit when he's trying not to get mad. Such as when you might hover in a spot that's in his way, when you ask questions he personally finds annoying, and other small things he knows aren't worth getting snippy about. Your laugh is enough to dissipate that small negative emotion

-He's a lot more low-key about it than you would think

-He wouldn't tease you much. He might make a small comment about it during banter, but that's about it

Sniper:

-Haha, silly partner likes silly thing

-He finds it really amusing, to be quite honest. If he's in a kinda shitty mood, literally all he has to do is tickle you and make you laugh, and he's immediately feeling better

-Yknow how couples have lighthearted arguments? Like what song is better and stuff like that? Yeah, he's tickling you so he can win every single time. You can't form a strong argument if you're too busy laughing and writhing around

-He would also use your ticklishness to cheer you up, too. The smallest frown will have his hands practically attacking your sides and other weak points

-Let's be SO FR for a second. He is most definitely mischievous sometimes. He would subtly tickle you when the team is in the room to mess with you a little

-Also plays dumb if you try to call him out for it

[oneknightstand-if]

What is your opinion on Dagonet in the original lore? I was always confused by him. Im sure the trauma of his wife’s death played a role in his weirder actions but I feel like there’s not a lot about him to go off of, especially due to the identity confusion. Anyway, are there any kind of implicit bias from Dagonet towards Arthur and his crew due to Dagonet already having been a knight before Arthur got the throne? Was Dagonet a member of King Uthers court? Who knighted Dagonet, or I guess, it probably doesn’t matter. Sorry if this is a stupid question, I like your game a lot but I don’t know much about Arthurian lore in general. I feel like he hated being a jester secretly, but then why continue to do it?? He could’ve quit at anytime.

It depends upon the version of Dagonet in lore. Like all the characters that appear in multiple variations, his characterization, background, and personality varies wildly.

Lighthearted jester, rank coward and idiot, Stepford Smiler still seething over what happened to his wife, psycho killer who stabbed the treasurer for reproving him after he bankrupted the kingdom (apparently Arthur was tripping balls in that story to leave Dagonet in charge).

One of the most popular versions nowadays is the lighthearted one where Arthur makes his court jester an honorary knight due to his loyalty (and where alas, he can't really fight worth beans). Merlin's Guide indicates that is not the version that happened in One Knight Stand. 🙂

Since finding out what really happened in Camelot is one of the main mysteries of the series, I won't be going into any further detail there.

However, being knighted by the High King himself is a huge honor. Most knights get knighted by another knight, their overlord, a knightly or religious order etc instead.

[blood-mocha-latte]

Now I desperately need to know your luztoye deleted scene theory

luztoye deleted scene theory is where i hold your hand and fall gracelessly into the rabbit hole of conspiracies honestly

FIRST. this One Line from ambroses book, Gordon Carson's diary entry:

February 11: "[Cpl. Joe] Toye, [Sgt. George] Luz, and I to Columbus. Called up the girls and had a party, fun and more fun. Sometime during the party I ran into Betty the Key to Columbus. We finally had to get home, and got here 4:45 A.M."

and there were a Lot of instances of this in the book: small references to Parties and whatever else. but we KNOW that there are party deleted scenes. there's The Karaoke Photo That I Cannot Find, for example. or This Photo. or this one, which is what started this At All.

and it started as a joke! but look. LOOK. the bar scene was a quick and easy way to introduce luz and toye. luz is lighthearted and a jokester, toye is more serious but still interacts well with everyone and will play along with a joke

and im not an expert on bob production in the SLIGHTEST. i know next to nothing. but i feel pretty secure in stating that there was Possibly a deleted scene that expanded more into luz and toye. like them at the Deleted Party Scene, or some sort of interaction during the Multiple Deleted Scenes in ep 5: crossroads (luz getting wia, the rope-climbing, crossing the river, etc). or maybe something in bastogne, which is more of a reach.

in the end, The Bar Scene could be a one off. but i think that the Theater Scene, and then Bastogne, feeds into this idea that since they're a recurring relationship, there could be pieces of Them to fill in the strange gaps between them as characters being established where they interact more

does this make sense. i feel slightly unhinged. but in a fun way. i may add onto this, but for now, this is the Tip of the iceberg for the Luztoye Deleted Scene Theory <3 <33

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UR FICS R GEN SO GOOD IM ASCENDING ONE OF MY FAVE WRITERS AAAAA ohmygod i have a req im sorry if its vague i lowkey just need more sunoo fics🙏🙏🙏🙏

so like sunoo and reader r like bsfs and lowkey reader has a crush on him but shes like gaslighting herself nd being like nah im not his type and then sunoo overhears her talking abt him to her friend and saying she likes him so then sunoo goes insane the whole week trying to figure out how to bring it up cuz he likes her too and then he loses control at the end of the week and just ROUGH SUNOO LIKE PLEASEE THIS MANS DUALITY IS INSANEEE

ty ohmygod that was long

omggg that is so sweet 🥲 and i totally agree with you, so i'm here to deliver them 🙂‍↕️

ALWAYS BEEN.ᐟ

pairing ᝰ.ᐟ bsf! kim sunoo x reader

warnings ᝰ.ᐟ oral (f), fingering, nipple play, unprotected sex, dom! sun, etc.

natty’s notes ᝰ.ᐟ mdni, hate comments will be deleted.

days passed, but sunoo couldn’t get you out of his head. every moment alone was consumed by the weight of what he had overheard, by the confession you had unknowingly laid at his feet. he wasn’t supposed to hear it, wasn’t supposed to be standing outside your bedroom that night, frozen in place as your voice cracked with uncertainty over feelings that mirrored his own. but he had, and now, every second he spent without you felt like time wasted. the knowledge sat heavy in his chest, swelling with the need to do something about it, to act. no more late-night thoughts of what if? no more lying next to you, pretending he wasn’t falling apart every time your fingers brushed against his.

so now, as he stood outside your apartment door, fingers gripping the spare key you had given him long ago, he felt his resolve solidify. there was no hesitation this time, no second-guessing. he slid the key into the lock, twisting it smoothly, stepping inside with quiet purpose. the soft glow of the television illuminated the dim room, casting a hazy light over you as you curled up on the couch, lost in whatever played on the screen. you didn’t notice him at first, too focused, too at ease. but then the door clicked shut behind him, and your head turned, your gaze locking onto his.

“sunoo?” your voice was soft, laced with curiosity as your brows furrowed at the expression on his face. he looked different, darker, his usual lighthearted demeanor replaced with something unreadable, something intent. you sat up slightly, your posture shifting as you took him in fully. the sharp set of his jaw, the tension in his shoulders, the way his eyes roamed over you like he was memorizing the sight before him. your stomach twisted with something between anticipation and uncertainty.

“what’s wrong?” you asked, voice quieter now, like you already knew something was about to happen but couldn’t put it into words.

he didn’t respond. there was no need for words, not when his body was already moving, closing the space between you in a matter of seconds. he dropped his things onto the coffee table carelessly, his focus solely on you, on the way your lips parted slightly as you watched him approach. then, without hesitation, his hands found your face, cradling it gently but firmly, fingers pressing against your jaw as he tilted your head up toward him. before you could react, before you could fully register the moment, his lips crashed onto yours.

the kiss was desperate yet controlled, slow yet overwhelming. his lips molded against yours perfectly, moving with a purpose that sent shivers through your body. your fingers clutched at his shirt instinctively, gripping the fabric as he pressed further into you, deepening the kiss as if he had been starving for this—for you. the heat of his body was intoxicating, surrounding you, drawing you in until nothing else existed beyond the feeling of his mouth on yours.

he pushed you back against the couch, but not fully—he kept you upright, his hands slipping down to your waist, fingers tightening just enough to make you feel the strength behind them. the kiss didn’t falter, didn’t slow, his lips parting just enough for his tongue to swipe along your bottom lip, teasing, tasting. the softest sound escaped you, a mix between a sigh and a gasp, and he swallowed it eagerly, his breath heavy against your skin.

his fingers twitched where they rested on your waist, holding back, resisting the urge to explore further. but there was something restrained in the way he touched you, something raw hidden beneath the careful movements. he was savoring you, memorizing the way your body responded, the way your lips pressed back against his just as hungrily, like you had been waiting for this just as long as he had.

but this was just the beginning.

because now that he knew, now that he had you—he wasn’t about to let you go.

“sunoo…” your voice is barely above a whisper, breathless against his lips, but it’s lost between the heat of the moment, swallowed by the way his mouth moves against yours. he only hums in response, the sound low and deep, vibrating in his chest as he tilts his head to deepen the kiss.

his lips work against yours with an intensity that leaves you dizzy, your thoughts dissolving into nothing but the feeling of him—his warmth, his taste, the way his body presses closer, fitting against yours like he belongs there. you barely register the way his hands slip from your waist, fingers trailing up your sides, fingertips grazing the curve of your ribs before he reaches the hem of your shirt.

he tugs at the fabric, a silent command, but he doesn’t pull away just yet. instead, his fingers curl into the material, gathering it slowly, teasingly, his knuckles brushing against your bare skin as he lifts it higher. the sensation sends shivers through you, your breath hitching slightly as his hands roam, his touch warm and deliberate.

finally, he breaks the kiss, just long enough to drag your shirt over your head, tossing it aside carelessly. his gaze flickers down, lingering over your newly exposed skin, his eyes darkening with something unreadable—something hungry.

his lips are swollen, flushed a deeper red from the intensity of his kisses, slightly parted as he takes in the sight of you. the air between you is thick, charged, electric. but rather than hesitate, rather than give you a moment to process, you move—your hands reaching up, snaking around his neck, pulling him back in.

your lips find his again, just as eager, just as desperate, the fire between you reigniting in an instant. the kiss is messier this time, less controlled, fueled by something raw, something needy.

his hands find your waist again, fingers pressing into your skin, holding you firmly in place as he leans in further, deepening the kiss like he wants to consume you, like he wants to ruin you.

and you let him.

his hands slide down the curve of your waist, past the dip of your hips, until they find purchase on the swell of your ass. his grip is firm, possessive, squeezing just enough to make you gasp softly against his lips. but he doesn’t stop there—his fingers trail further down, grazing over the back of your thighs before hooking under them.

without hesitation, he lifts you effortlessly, your body molding against his as your legs instinctively wrap around his waist. the motion presses you flush against him, your core rubbing against the hard outline of his arousal, drawing a sharp inhale from both of you.

but even as he moves, carrying you toward your room, the kiss doesn’t break—not once.

it stays heated, desperate, his lips moving against yours with an urgency that makes your head spin. his breath is warm, ragged, mixing with yours as he walks, his hold on you tightening, like he doesn’t want to let go for even a second.

by the time he reaches the bed, he wastes no time.

he drops you onto the mattress, the sudden loss of his body heat making you whimper as your back bounces slightly against the plush surface. but sunoo is already on you, already leaning over, his hands slipping beneath you in one fluid motion.

before you can even process it, you feel the soft snap of your bra coming undone, the straps falling from your shoulders as he peels it away, tossing it onto the floor without a second thought.

his breath catches the moment your bare chest is exposed to him.

his eyes darken, his jaw tightening slightly as his hands move immediately—palms cupping your breasts, squeezing, kneading with a roughness that sends sparks of pleasure coursing through you.

a deep grunt rumbles in his throat as his thumbs brush over your nipples, teasing them into stiff peaks, his fingers flexing, relishing the way you react under his touch.

“sunoo…” your voice is a breathy whimper, barely able to escape past your lips.

he leans down, lips parting as he attaches his mouth to one of your nipples, the heat of his tongue sending a sharp jolt of pleasure straight through your body. his mouth moves with purpose, sucking deeply, his tongue swirling before he bites down ever so slightly, tugging at the sensitive bud with his teeth. the sensation sends a shudder through you, a broken moan spilling past your lips.

his free hand isn’t idle—his fingers find your other breast, pinching and rolling the neglected nipple between his fingertips, the dual stimulation making your back arch off the mattress. the pleasure is sharp, overwhelming, your body reacting instinctively to every movement, every calculated flick of his tongue.

“s-sunoo…” your voice is barely coherent, breathy and desperate, your fingers threading into his soft hair, tugging as if grounding yourself.

but if you think pulling his hair will slow him down, you’re wrong.

instead, it only fuels him further, a deep, guttural moan vibrating against your skin, sending another wave of pleasure rippling through you. he sucks harder, the wet sounds of his mouth working over you filling the space between your heavy breaths. his grip on your waist tightens, like he wants to pin you down, keep you from squirming under his touch.

he pulls away from your nipple with a soft pop, lips glistening as he drags his mouth lower, his tongue trailing hot, wet kisses down the valley of your breasts. his breath is ragged, his voice husky, dripping with something raw, something needy.

“waited so long for this, baby…” he murmurs, his lips grazing against your skin, every word punctuated with another lingering kiss.

his hands slide lower, fingers ghosting over your ribs, your stomach, mapping out every inch of you.

“so fucking long…”

his voice is quiet, almost like he’s speaking more to himself than to you, but the weight of his words settles deep in your core, making your entire body burn with anticipation.

“please, sunoo…” your voice is barely above a whisper, trembling with need as you look up at him through half-lidded eyes. desperation laces every syllable, your body burning with anticipation as you widen your legs, offering yourself to him.

your fingers move on their own, hooking into the waistband of your pants, dragging them down your thighs before kicking them off completely. the cool air brushes against your heated skin, only making the ache between your legs more unbearable.

sunoo lets out a soft chuckle, his expression unreadable as he reaches for your wrists, wrapping his hands around them with ease.

“keep them up here, baby,” he murmurs, guiding your hands above your head, pressing them into the mattress as he settles between your legs.

the sight of him kneeling before you, his dark gaze locked onto the damp patch of your panties, makes your stomach tighten, anticipation coiling deep in your core.

before you can even register his movements, his tongue darts out, dragging a slow, deliberate stripe up the center of your panties, licking the slick arousal that has already soaked through the thin fabric.

the sensation is light, teasing, but it’s enough to rip a needy whimper from your throat. your thighs twitch, your hips jerking slightly, instinctively seeking more.

“so fucking wet…” he breathes against you, his voice laced with amusement, with satisfaction.

your breath stutters, your entire body trembling under his gaze as his fingers trail up your inner thigh, featherlight, barely touching where you need him most.

then, without warning, he hooks a finger into the fabric of your panties and rips them away with a single, effortless tug.

the sound of the fabric tearing is drowned out by the sharp gasp that escapes you, your head tilting back as your thighs instinctively try to clamp shut, but sunoo is faster.

he parts your legs again, his grip firm but gentle, his free hand tossing the ruined scrap of fabric to the side before finally, finally dragging his fingers through your soaked folds.

“for me, no?” his voice is dark, teasing, his breath hot against your exposed skin.

he strokes you once, slow and deliberate, spreading your slick, his fingers gliding effortlessly against your heat.

“this fucking desperate… only for me, baby?”

his words make your entire body shudder, your hips rolling into his touch as you let out a desperate whimper—because yes, only for him. always for him.

he doesn’t wait for a response—doesn’t need one. instead, he dives in, his tongue dragging a slow, deliberate path down your folds before sweeping back up, gathering every drop of your slick. a deep, satisfied grunt vibrates against your core as he tastes you, savoring the sweetness of your arousal.

his fingers follow soon after, trailing up your thigh before slipping between your legs, the pads of his fingertips barely brushing over your swollen clit. the teasing flick sends a sharp jolt of pleasure through you, making your back arch, a loud whimper spilling from your lips.

your head tilts back, eyes fluttering shut as your hands fist the sheets beside you. the way his tongue moves—lapping at you, slow and purposeful, before pressing firmer, licking you clean—has your body trembling beneath him.

but he doesn’t stop there.

his mouth moves with precision, alternating between licking and sucking, his lips wrapping around your sensitive bundle of nerves, pulling it into his mouth before releasing it just as quickly. the sensation is overwhelming, the rhythm relentless, and when he finally presses his tongue inside you, your breath catches in your throat, your vision going hazy.

the pleasure is all-consuming, leaving you breathless, barely coherent, reduced to nothing but the sensation of his mouth devouring you.

just when you think you can’t take any more, he pulls away—just enough to replace his tongue with his fingers.

the stretch is sudden, unexpected, and a sharp, needy moan rips from your throat as his fingers push inside you, deep and unyielding.

his lips brush against your cheek, warm and teasing, his breath hot against your skin as he murmurs, “fuck, look at you…”

his voice is thick with hunger, his hooded eyes never leaving your face, watching every reaction as his fingers pump in and out of you, curling just right, finding that spot inside you that has your entire body tensing.

his thumb finds your clit again, circling in slow, deliberate motions, his touch both gentle and devastating.

“s-sunoo! goddd—”

your cry is broken, desperate, your body arching into his touch, chasing the high that’s building rapidly inside you.

his smirk presses against the shell of your ear as he nibbles at the delicate skin, his voice low, taunting.

“hm? feels good, baby?”

his words alone send another shiver through you, your hands flying to grip onto his shoulders, nails digging into his skin as you nod frantically.

he chuckles, his pace quickening, his fingers thrusting harder, deeper.

your legs begin to tremble, muscles tightening as sunoo’s fingers work you open with merciless precision. every calculated thrust, every curl of his fingers inside you sends another sharp wave of pleasure rolling through your body, leaving you breathless and shaking.

the wet sounds of his fingers plunging into you mix with the quiet, broken gasps that fall from his lips whenever you clench around him. his mouth stays close to your ear, feeding you small, taunting whispers, his breath hot against your flushed skin.

“so tight, baby,” he murmurs, his voice thick with amusement, with hunger. “you keep squeezing my fingers like that—fuck—you really want to come that bad, huh?”

your body jerks in response, your hands flying to grip his forearms, nails digging into the taut muscle as you struggle to ground yourself.

“please! s-sunoo, m’gonna—gonna cum…” you whimper, your voice breaking, high-pitched with desperation.

his pace never falters. if anything, your pleading only spurs him on, his fingers thrusting harder, deeper, hitting that spot inside you that has your entire body tensing.

“aw, you are?” he coos mockingly, his lips brushing against the shell of your ear. his tone is teasing, dripping with false sympathy, but his fingers remain ruthless.

“gonna cum on my fingers, baby?” he goads, his free hand slipping down to press against your lower stomach, amplifying the pressure, making your toes curl as the pleasure becomes unbearable.

your moans grow louder, higher, your thighs squeezing around his wrist, but he doesn’t stop—doesn’t even slow down.

“then do it, baby,” he commands, his voice suddenly firmer, more demanding. “be my fucking good girl and cum for me.”

his words push you over the edge.

your entire body tenses before unraveling, a cry ripping from your throat as you come undone around his fingers. your walls clamp down on him, pulsing, the pleasure crashing over you in waves so intense they leave you shaking in his hold.

sunoo groans softly, feeling you fall apart beneath him, his fingers slowing just slightly, working you through the aftershocks, milking every last bit of your release.

“that’s it,” he murmurs, pressing a kiss to your temple, voice softer now, almost proud. “such a good girl for me…”

you lay completely boneless, limbs heavy as aftershocks ripple through your body, your chest rising and falling in uneven pants. your thighs still tremble, your nerves overstimulated, but sunoo doesn’t give you a moment to recover.

before you can even catch your breath, he withdraws his fingers from your soaked heat, only to bring them straight to your lips.

“open,” he murmurs, his voice deep, expectant.

your lips part instinctively, wrapping around his fingers as he slides them past your tongue. the taste of yourself coats your mouth, warm and slick, as you suck obediently, your tongue swirling around his digits. he watches you with dark, hooded eyes, his breath catching slightly at the sight.

“my good girl…” he praises, his voice barely above a whisper, more to himself than to you. his fingers flex against your tongue, feeling the way you suck them clean, completely compliant, completely his.

he pulls them out with a soft pop, his hand trailing down your cheek, his thumb pressing against your swollen bottom lip, smearing the remnants of your arousal across it.

“you’re my good girl, right, baby?” he asks, his voice softer now, but still laced with something dark, something possessive.

you nod weakly, unable to form words, your mind still foggy from the intensity of your orgasm.

he smirks at your fucked-out expression, shifting his weight as he leans back slightly, his knees pressing beneath your thighs, spreading you open effortlessly.

“then you’ll cum for me again,” he murmurs, more of a statement than a request.

your hazy mind barely registers the sound of fabric shifting, the rustle of his pants being shoved down, but your attention snaps back when you hear it—his moan.

low, breathy, raw.

your half-lidded gaze drops to where his hand wraps around his cock, so hard and sensitive that he shudders the moment he touches himself.

“fuck,” he groans, his head tilting forward as he strokes himself once, twice, his breath coming out shaky.

his free hand moves to your thigh, fingers pressing into your soft skin as he spreads you further, his cock dragging against your slick folds, teasing, rubbing, coating himself in your arousal.

your body twitches at the sensation, a gasp escaping your lips as the head of his cock nudges against your entrance.

and then—he pushes in.

the stretch is slow, deliberate, his cock sinking into you inch by inch, stretching you open, filling you completely.

his head falls back, his mouth parting in a sharp gasp, his fingers tightening against your thigh as he bottoms out, fully sheathed inside you.

“fuck, baby…” he exhales, his voice trembling slightly, wrecked by the feeling of you wrapped around him, tight, warm, perfect.

he stays still for a moment, savoring it, savoring you—before his hips pull back, only to thrust in again, deep and slow.

it only lasts for a second—that brief moment of stillness where he lets you adjust, lets you feel just how full he’s stretching you—before his restraint shatters completely.

his hips snap forward, driving into you with a force that steals the breath from your lungs. his cock fills you perfectly, each deep, punishing thrust pushing you further into the mattress. the sounds between you are filthy—the wet, obscene slap of skin meeting skin, the breathless moans that spill from your lips with every movement.

your legs tighten around his waist instinctively, ankles locking behind his back as you try to ground yourself, try to keep yourself from falling apart too quickly. but sunoo doesn’t let up.

he fucks into you mercilessly, his pace unrelenting, each stroke deeper than the last, dragging against every sensitive spot inside you with devastating accuracy.

“uh—fuck, baby!” he groans, his voice breaking into something almost desperate, almost wrecked.

his hands leave your thighs, coming up to cradle your jaw, tilting your face toward him. his fingers press into your cheeks, forcing your lips to part slightly, his gaze dark and burning as he watches your expression twist in pleasure.

“taking me so fucking good,” he grunts, his breath hot against your skin, his words punctuated by the sharp snap of his hips.

and then—his lips crash onto yours.

he kisses you fiercely, swallowing every moan, every gasp, every breathless whimper that escapes you. his tongue slides against yours, deepening the kiss, his teeth nipping at your bottom lip before soothing the bite with another slow, searing stroke of his tongue.

his pace never falters. if anything, the kiss only spurs him on, his thrusts growing rougher, needier, like he’s trying to claim every part of you at once.

his grip on your jaw tightens, keeping you exactly where he wants you, his mouth devouring yours like he’s starving—like he can’t get enough.

“fuck, baby,” he groans against your lips, his breath heavy, uneven. “you feel so fucking good—so perfect—”

his words dissolve into another moan as your walls clench around him, drawing him in even deeper.

and from the way his rhythm stutters slightly, from the way his fingers flex against your skin—

you know he’s just as close to breaking as you are.

“you love me, baby?”

his voice comes out in harsh, ragged breaths, each word fractured by the force of his thrusts, but you hear him clear as day.

the question slams into you harder than he does, your heart lurching in your chest, a tight, breathless feeling coiling in your ribs. your hands clutch at his back, your nails digging into his skin, because you know what he’s asking. you know he’s not just playing anymore.

sunoo knows.

he knows.

his lips are still close to yours, his breath hot against your skin, and though your mind is hazy from pleasure, from the overwhelming sensation of him inside you, you can’t ignore the weight of his words—the way they settle deep in your stomach, heavy and consuming.

“i know you do, baby…”

his voice drops lower, rougher, laced with something dark, something possessive. his cock twitches inside you, the sheer thought of you loving him—wanting him—making his pace stutter for just a second before he regains control, before he slams into you even harder.

his grip on your waist tightens, fingers pressing deep enough to leave bruises, his body leaning into yours, crowding you, owning you.

“should’ve told me sooner instead of me finding out like that,” he growls, his lips ghosting over your jaw before nipping at the sensitive skin beneath your ear.

you shudder, a sharp gasp escaping you as his hips snap forward again, relentless and punishing, dragging you closer and closer to the edge.

“but don’t worry, baby,” he murmurs, pressing open-mouthed kisses down your throat, his teeth grazing your pulse point before sucking hard enough to make you whimper.

his tongue flicks over the mark, soothing it, before he pulls back just enough to meet your gaze. his eyes burn into yours, dark and intent, his expression a mix of raw hunger and something deeper—something dangerous.

“i’ll just mark you up,” he promises, his pace never slowing, his cock driving into you like he’s staking a claim, like he’s branding himself into you.

“because you were always mine.”

just as the last word leaves his lips, the coil in your stomach snaps, shattering into pure, unfiltered pleasure that crashes over you in overwhelming waves. your entire body seizes, your muscles locking up for a split second before unraveling completely, pleasure crackling through every nerve in your body.

your pussy clenches around him impossibly tight, gripping him like a vice, milking him as you come undone beneath him. your back arches off the mattress, pressing your chest flush against his as your head tilts back, mouth falling open in a loud, broken moan of his name.

“sunoo—!”

his hands grip your thighs, his fingers digging into your skin as he watches you unravel, his breathing erratic, ragged. the way you convulse beneath him, body trembling, walls fluttering around his cock, has his own release slamming into him without warning.

“oh my fucking god, baby—”

his voice is strained, almost desperate, his jaw clenching as his hips stutter, losing rhythm completely. he barely manages a few more shallow thrusts before his cock twitches one last time, and then he’s gone—tipping over the edge with you.

a deep, guttural groan rips from his throat as he buries himself inside you, his grip tightening, keeping you exactly where he wants you as he spills into you, filling you to the brim with his release.

“fuuuck—oh, shit!”

his head drops to your shoulder, his breath hot and heavy against your sweat-slicked skin, his body trembling as he rides out the last waves of his orgasm. his arms tighten around you, like he needs to feel you, all of you, as the pleasure pulses through him, leaving him utterly wrecked.

his hips give one last, lazy roll before he stills completely, chest heaving, his lips brushing over your collarbone in a mix of exhaustion and silent reverence.

your bodies remain tangled, the only sounds in the room being your combined heavy breaths, the lingering echoes of pleasure still humming between you.

natty’s notes ᝰ.ᐟ i hope you liked it !!

[corviiids]

THANKS @kimdokjafan you are so kind and generous. ok im cashing in the first of three blank checks to talk about faith trust and pixie dust (most recent chatfic) because the last two directors commentaries were too serious so let's do a silly one.

some p5r spoilers, and this is mostly about sumire, and it's long again. do i need to keep disclaiming that these are long? you should know me by now.

i had this written for a while before i started formatting it because i wasn't really sure if i should post it? i feel like silly chatfic is something people go to for predominantly lighthearted nonsense so i was like, maybe there's too much plot and dramatic misunderstanding and i should just keep this one for myself. but then i was like well nothing matters and maybe someone will have fun with it. it's kind of terrible how much fully or mostly completed fic there is my docs that just doesn't see the light of day lol. write for yourself etc but i like sharing! too bad it comes with the mortifying ordeal etc. anyway that was a tangent

potato counter is a neopets game. there's no deep lore i just like neopets. i guess in this universe ryuji doesn't play neopets? or maybe he's just never played potato counter specifically. i also have a different fic where ryuji DOES play neopets. it's about neopets and ryuji and goro talking on neopets.

i think this might literally be the first time ive written sumi in a fic because i haven't actually written that much fic for royal, like, now that im looking, literally almost none? and none that had a group dynamic. so it was kind of fun to find her voice for the first time in a silly groupchat like this. i was worried people would find her exclamation marks annoying but i personally thought it was endearing so i added it in there.

every time i do a gag where a character corrects their own typo i have to code more stupid little bubbles to make it happen but i think it's worth it. all the effort that goes into making tgis look as much like a real chat as possible

this obviously doesnt take place in the canon p5/r universe, but im imagining sort of a postcanon sumi personality where she's more comfortable being herself and isn't borrowing kasumi's brand of confidence, but she's visibly a really anxious person without that kasumi veneer. i also think in this universe sumire is a fairly recent addition to the friend group, and while everyone likes her a lot and she really likes them, i kind of wanted to emphasise that feeling of being in a friend group where everyone's established and you're sort of a plus-one? you don't really fit yet. part of that is her being new, part of it is her anxiety, part of it is just the kind of person sumi is where she's so polite and self-conscious she ends up taking herself out of things with her own good intentions. stuff like her interrupting the flow of an existing conversation by greeting everyone instead of jumping straight in because she doesn't feel comfortable inserting herself, which means everyone else stops to greet her even though that doesn't normally happen in a friend group, or making a point of thanking everyone for being invited to events while the others take it as a given.

idk i love that she feels a bit out of place with the phantom thieves in p5r. and part of that is a natural consequence of being a new addition in royal who can't be naturally integrated with an existing dynamic but i honestly feel like the writing team realised that and acknowledged it, and really leaned into it, and that made it work incredibly well for me. like, it's part of her character that she's sort of an outsider. it's not like p4g's incredibly clumsy integration of marie and subsequent attempt to shove her down everyone's throat as the canon love interest in p4ga (knife). sumi has that outsider vibe on purpose and it makes me really like her dynamic with the thieves as an individual

goro also feels slightly out of place in these chats, but his conversational style blends more naturally with the other thieves at this point and he even uses their codenames sometimes. i keep saying my chatfic series isn't a real Series because the lore keeps changing, but if we accept that they're all kind of following a General Continuity, assume this takes place some time after the last fic in which ren added goro to the groupchat and they made an effort to integrate him into their friend group. he's kind of there now and has settled into being the weird boyfriend. that's his role.

every time goro says something like "ren and i" assume it's the text equivalent of him talking to the group with his arm around ren's waist.

ok i got really fond of this silly running joke where sumi brings up the weather when she's feeling uncomfortable. she's so polite. i like this thread because setting it up meant i got to tie it off like this:

this just made me happy lol i liked writing this. i tried to use it to demonstrate that despite goro's abrasiveness he obviously knows sumire pretty well, he's attuned to her quirks and knows how to tell when she's having a bad time with her anxiety, so he uses her little weather habit to ground her.

i honestly dont think goro and sumire could be considered close in p5r and as much as i like the "royal trio" in canon they're not really... like... friends? with each other? they're both attached to ren, so it' more a V shape than anything else. but that said, i really LIKE goro and sumi's canon dynamic. he takes a really grouchy but politely attentive supervisory role to her during their few forays into the palace as a trio where he doesn't really know her well but clearly identifies her as a harmless little tryhard who needs some guidance and steps into that role grudgingly, and she immediately looks up to him despite being very wrong footed by his ruthlessness, which i find incredibly charming. i think given time they could be good friends, they just didn't get much chance to know each other very well in canon. so i tried to kinda do that here.

once goro stops being evil and joins the group they all kind of tiredly accept that his role is to occasionally push a cup off a bench while smirking and refuse to clean it up. emotionally, i mean.

wait i need to backtrack chronologically to talk about akeshu.

in this scene they're in the same room lol talking and snickering while typing. im trying to get at that vibe of the annoying couple who is flirting with each other, via you. you know? like ostensibly they're talking to you (sumire) but everything they say to you is part of their stupid game. sumi is incidental to goro and ren teasing each other about flirting with someone else, goro is reporting everything ren says because his boyfriend is so eye-rollingly foolish in a cute way. they're very tickled by how amusing and charming they are. gross. disgusting. sumire im so sorry for putting you through this

anyway here are too many of my favourite jokes from the fic

[sunleaf-sims]

made a vanilla save to play when i dont wanna think about savefile continuity etc xD Maybe ill actually play a lighthearted legacy!! Im exploring Ravenwood finally * _ *

Made my sim sort of vanilla color inspired as well hehe

[imaginespazzi]

Jumping right back in Bestie, and oohhh boy!

You know I caught that #Sarina live commentary on here and was losing it haha. Like you say, kinda known, but it was still wild to have that confirmed essentially out of nowhere. Also Im confident that the wording choice was just loose, but "back together"? May the lore/drama continue (hopefully less toxically lol). But realistically, it wouldnt surprise me if theyve just gotten back to more friendly terms thanks to going through hardship simultaneously. Im not quite sure what to make of Niya & Marina just yet, however consider me intrigued for sure. If I had to put out a best guess, I think theyre keeping it lighthearted and faux troll-y compensating for mutual interest that they havent fully worked out. Sidenote one of these days CT is due a win, so many narrow loses. Almost like the opposite of WAS who manages to somehow keep squeaking out wins maybe they shouldnt in all honesty.

Custom merch, custom jewlery.. Pazzi stays consistently cheesy! (Not a complaint, girls)

I would be delighted to see Liz or Pili picked up by the Wings if possible. Cant imagine they wouldnt help things. And yes thankfully signs point to Lili sticking w the Mystics for now, yay!

Think we're of similar minds on the semi ~agenda you hint at related to Sonia/Kiki. Found myself nodding in agreement to on your comments re media coverage of Paige too. I think theres a good deal of nuance w that issue, but I do see what you & others are noticing.

Ok but you wouldnt believe how many times the past 2 seasons that Ive said I think Aliyah Boston is the best player on Indiana! Also totally fair to list Slim (if you watch the Mystics you know how integral she is), Azura, Bri, and Dearica as snubs. Shame Rhyne will miss and Im curious to see CC's status now. Speaking of Liberty better win tomorrow

Think you encapsulated the season well.. and lmao I genuinely cant think of a better descriptor for the W season thus far than bipolar! I think one big thing standing out for me has simply been the impact of health or lack there of across the board. Never much of a coincidence to see a fit squad succeeding. Or one with a lack of depth struggling to string wins together.

Look forward to next time recapping ESPYS, ASW etc! Hope youre well :)

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BESTIIIEE HI

I'm sorry it took me so long to get back to you! Between life and the 72 hours Studbudz stream, I've literally just not been on here in a hot second.

Yeah I definitely wouldn't think they're back together and that was just loose wording but it is interesting that's how it was worded at all tbh.

Listen this weekends convinced me that Sarina have absolutely trolled themselves into feelings (especially on Marina's side) and I fear this could end extremely badly and as terrible as it sounds, I'll be seated for the drama if it does.

Pazzi....what do I even say about Pazzi after this weekend?

It was good to see Bri and Slim get onto the ASW rosters, albeit for unfortunate reasons, though the Azurá and Dearica snubs are still looming above it all.

And to your point about health, ASW really did show how that's been such an issue in the league season. Like I genuinely don't think any ASW game has needed as many reserves and even some of the players playing (A'ja/Jackie I believe) weren't fully healthy.

GIVE ME ALL YOURS ESPYs/ASW THOUGHTS BABES! Very excited to read them and hopefully respond a little quicker.