#'this is my play doh and i can do what I want' IT'S LITERALLY MY COUNTRY'S CULTURE YOU IDIOT WHAT-

[ms-demeanor]

So a bathroom at my dad's house had some superficial damage to the walls and door, and I can't really afford to fix it right now but I don't want to look at the holes and such. So I looked up "DIY Spackle" and patched the smaller holes with what is, essentially, play-doh. That took care of some of the problem, but then I looked at how much doors cost and I was like 'fuck that' and looked up how much wallpaper costs, because I figure we'll replace it eventually but in the mean time I can at least literally paper over the problem.

So I was looking through various peel-and-stick wallpaper options and found a few patterns I liked but wallpaper is actually kind of expensive too. I settled on a few fairly affordable options, then asked Large Bastard to help me pick out a pattern. I was pleasantly surprised when he immediately decided he liked the cheapest pattern, so I ordered it.

Well, Large Bastard had to go out of town for a week so I was at the house by myself and I started putting up the wallpaper. Putting up peel-and-stick wallpaper appears to kind of be a two-person job, so I didn't do a great job of it, especially because the walls I was putting it on were kind of wonky shapes, so the pattern isn't perfectly matched and in some places I had to cut out 'stickers' of wallpaper to cover places where there was a bad overlap. It took a few hours, but I basically got the job done, and then I realized I had a bunch of leftover wallpaper and a wall that still had some big, obviously-crudely-spackled holes, but they were clustered together so I went to the thrift store and found a big frame with a mat and framed a chunk of the wallpaper and hung it up to cover the holes, because I figured that would be kind of a funny way to take care of that problem. Then I went a little overboard, and wrapped some of the wallpaper around the trash can because fuck it, why not, it was just a plain black trash can. I also swapped out the bath mats for one I had originally gotten for the master bath because it matched this bathroom better (you have no idea how much shit I own that is blue and teal; I love teal so much and I own way too much teal and if I'm attempting to be a toned-down, normal-ish person I'll go with a more sedate blue, so we have a lot of blue blankets and sheets and towels and kitchen towels and pillows, etc., but I haven't done anything to the master bath so it's still painted like my dad had it).

So Large Bastard gets home last night and I'm like "hey I finished the bathroom, you should check it out." And he walks into the bathroom and he starts fucking *cackling* and then he sees the framed wallpaper and he starts laughing harder and then he sees the trash can and the bath mat and keeps going and I'm like???????????

And he's like "this is fucking perfect, it looks like a Wolfenstein level, I love it, I had no idea it would look this funny."

Because the wallpaper pattern that I was a bit hesitant to add to my list of options, but was cheap and was in a color that I like, was blue bricks.

Which he picked specifically because "wouldn't it be funny if our bathroom referenced a video game?"

And the answer is "yes" but also goddamnit.

[intervalart]

I absolutely love your art of Sundown, he’s one of my favorites (next to Akira) 🙂 honestly he’s hilarious in the Dominion of Hate, he’ll literally fight Akira for no reason, he’s got this “tired single dad handling 6 kids” energy to him, and he even like…scolds Oersted? It sounded like? (His voice actor, Reagan Murdock, played Aki Hayakawa in this anime called Chainsaw Man, so i guess he has experience with voicing a guy who needs to wrangle teenagers 😅) do you happen to have any hcs for him?

I'M SO SORRY IT'S TAKING ME SO LONG TO GET TO THESE ASKS, i'm packing to move, so that's taking up most of my time and energy ;;;v;;;

BUT THANK YOU SO MUCH WAAAAAAA, I'm glad you like how I draw the schüt man <333 (who has somehow accidentally become The Muse, whoops lol)

Sadly there are currently no in-game dialogues showing how he interacts with the other party members (party banter like octopath is a common DLC request), but Mad Dog has a line about Sundown "being bad with the little ones", which is either Mad Dog's interpretation based on what he wants to see, or Sundown's stoicism and bluntness really does tend intimidate the kids. (I don't watch CSM so I will take your work for it... But I'm sure Mr. Murdock does a great job! He has a great voice for it...)

But from what we do know for sure (from his recruitment quest and his dialogue to Sin when out of the party of the final 4) is he is very tired, and wants nothing to do with you.

tbh that's part of the reason I'm fascinated with him, is in a whole party full of spunky/quirky anime youngsters who have Psychic powers, martial arts, laser canons, ninja powers, etc. (the oldest being Masaru who's usually hc'd at 25 years old for the meme).... there's just. A guy. Maybe late 30s/early 40s. With a gun.

People joke about Masaru being the Straight Man (which is true to some extent), but I feel like he handles the weirdness a bit better than Sundown does, just on account of his adaptable nature. If Mad Dog's reaction to O. Dio's true form was any indication, supernatural stuff is... Not normal for their time period. So I think Sundown is much more the Straight Man in the DoH just cuz he stands out so much from everyone else. (not that he isn't silly in his own way... he's based on Clint Eastwood ffs lol)

...and I wrote all of this text without even getting to my headcanons, so if that isn't any a warning for how much I can ramble about him at length, then let this cut should tell you. (you asked, sorry not sorry lol)

So warning in advance, there's gonna be a teeny bit of overlap with Mad Dog hcs on some of these because of how much the two intertwine with each other. They kinda come as a package deal.

Some of my hcs you've probably seen in this comic. Most notably; not just the survivor's guilt, but also in the panic of the raid on the town and the flurry of using the Hurricane Shot, he's not entirely sure if he only shot the invading bandits. :( He worried he might have gotten some townsfolk in there too. (Mostly illustrated on pages 5-6 when all the figures kinda blend together)

At the time I made the comic I thought it was just a theory that he'd placed the bounty on himself, I somehow missed the fact that it was canon. But the fact that it is canon definitely drives home both the survivor's guilt, and him fearing death despite having a death wish. (There's much easier ways to off yourself homie, you don't gotta have a bizarre death ritual with randos obsessed with fame and glory... </3)

On the earlier topic, he might not so much be bad with kids, as he is... blunt. He doesn't sugar coat stuff, and he's probably very hands-off. If he really was the respected sheriff of [Unnamed Town], he probably had some experience with kids in the past, but I suspect between the trauma and some degree of wanting to keep everyone else safe, he's cold and aloof on purpose. He was probably more sociable before The Incident. (Much like a certain blond knight)

But he does work well with others in the DoH and is brief but polite to everyone, even the younger characters. (I cry every time he says "thanks" or "sorry" when another party member heals him... TT0TT)

All that aside, some of the more domestic hcs:

• I think Sunny is very skilled at sewing!! Living out in the wilds and not having access to new clothes very often/if at all means he had to get good at repairing his own clothes. And between sleeping out under the stars and the bullet holes, he has plenty of practice... (MD called him girly for it once, and with a completely straight face, Sunny said "Why do you think being self-sufficient is inherently feminine...?". MD never mentioned it again.)

• The trade-off however is that he's... Not an amazing cook. Everything is either eaten raw or roasted over a fire, and he doesn't have a ton of access to spices and herbs in the wilds... Very utilitarian in his cooking methods.

• That ties into the next point; the dude's got a cast iron stomach. If the guy can canonically down an infinite number of glasses of milk (LONG after most adults develop lactose intolerance), the guy can eat pretty much anything. Including whatever rattlesnakes (and cactus) he found to eat.

• Sunny is probably a very skilled dancer! If for no other reason other than dodging bullets for years lmao. MD catches a glimpse once. Sunny looks him dead in the eyes and says "No one will ever believe you."

• I've already discussed this, but Sunny probably used to be left-handed, and either due to societal necessity or an injury, he became ambidextrous!

• Now that I'm thinking about it actually, I drew Young Sundown in the comic with much less facial hair to just make him look younger... But it actually makes sense that between the depression (and possibly self loathing), he kinda uses the facial hair as like... A mask? Like, so he doesn't have to see himself in a way? (I might be reading too much into it, the OG art does show he shapes his scruff and it's not completely unkempt, so maybe it started as Depression Scruff, and he just shaves it as best he can with a knife lol)

• I used to hc that he didn't name his horse because he didn't want to get attached. (He just calls it Horse) But after talking to another Really Cool Wild West Artist in the JP fandom, it's not impossible that he could have had the same horse the entire time... So that's not a hill I need to die on lol.

• For obvious reasons, he's a hard guy to get to laugh. If he does, it's usually wry and understated. But on the rare occasion he does genuinely laugh, he's more inclined to stifle it at first, more out of habit than anything else. It takes a lot to get him rolling in the aisles.

...But that's getting into BBFF territory, which is a whole 'nuther post, and definitely not something I have rambled about at length and stored on a hidden discord server.

AND that's not talking about my Mad Dog hcs......

-gripping you anon- Do you see why I am in hell.

[wilchur]

Daydreaming bg3 scenarios is my full time job at this point and I've had this phenomenal idea on my walk the other day. It's not really a headcanon since it has little basis in canon and directly contradicts some game events and plays with the lore like it's play-doh so more of a AU/fanfic idea, but...

It always struck me as inaccurate for Durge to be referred to as a "Bhaalspawn" since they're literally a PART of Bhaal made into a separate person in an act of (very confusing) divine creation and it really downplays just how powerful and dangerous they are. Especially since I fully subscribe to the idea that Durge is NOT a mortal, but that's simply not in the game due to just how OP it would be to play an unkillable Dame Aylin-esque character and the definition of a Bhaalspawn is "mortal offspring of the dead god Bhaal". So what the hell are they?

The Slayer. Or at least they're a direct vessel for it, more like.

No, really. Hear me out. Have you noticed how Gortash refers to Orin as "The Slayer" in that bit of dialogue when she puts a dagger to Ketheric throat? Except she's not? Not yet at least because the dialogue does not change depending on if you're still the one who has Bhaal's favour or not and she doesn't get it until you piss of Dad enough for him to go "fine have it your way, ungrateful brat". Plus I don't think The Slayer has been used as a shorthand for "Chosen of Bhaal" anywhere else sooo... Does he assume it's a feature of the position since he knew Durge had command over the form before their disappearance?

That's what birthed the first worm in my brain leading to this unhinged infestation, but it's not all -- there's THE URGE itself.

The game fucks it up SO bad on the whole front because it's reluctant to take choice away from the player, which is maybe understandable, but absolutely WRECKS the narrative that it's something to be afraid of. There's what? Alfira and the squirrel? Those are the only unavoidable consequences of having these supposedly violent and divine compulsions baked into every cell of your damn body. Saving your partner from a gruesome death by your hand needs a dice roll of 15, for fuck's sake! It was harder to convince a bunch of goblins to not turn me into an arrow pin cushion. Durge themself has been scared shitless of it their entire life and you're telling me the thing mostly boils down to dialogue choices? That just won't do for me, sorry. In the game The Urge's source is also never really explained beyond "of course you have unstoppable violent compulsions, you're 100% Bhaal's flesh and blood" which is fucking BORING and doesn't make sense to me because as far as I know Bhaal loves murder because that's his domain as a god, he was not a compulsive killer as a mortal so why would it be something that's passed down? No, The Urge is a fucking Slayer thing!

"It also had the ability to incite attraction in others, and remove any negative feelings they felt, or compel an urge to slay in any intentionally malevolent being, whenever it chose."

To be fair this is from a 2e sourcebook, but COME ON. Didn't it strike anyone else as weird that young Durge is mentioned to have slain an entire PALADIN ORDER before making their way to the temple if you're playing as an oathbreaker? Like, HOW? Slayer form bay-be, that's how.

(Can you tell by now I'm not normal about the idea? Yeah.)

All living creatures learn the best from their own mistakes and I think that letting The Slayer take over would be Bhaal's version of letting your incessant kid touch the clothes iron because they just refuse to leave it alone. Bad parenting, but it's Bhaal we're talking about lmao. "Oh you don't want to kill? No biggie, fuck around and see what happens then. I'll wait." is way fucking scarier to me than him just forcing Durge's hand with the butler basically being like "Heads up, master. Your father is pretty mad and your Urge is hungry so you might commit a murder tonight!" right beforehand.

Just the mental image of Durge thinking "I've done it! I've saved Isobel!" and then having the starved Slayer rip itself out of them like it does out of Orin when Bhaal forces her to transform... You see my vision right? RIGHT? And then the beast gets slain because what else is there to do and since Durge is immortal they just come back to themself instead of becoming goo (which is a game mechanic already since their sis is not so lucky, rip). The drama and angst potential is INFINITE. The sheer raw power of THAT being the "Bhaalspawn" reveal because if Isobel is alive that means Jaheira must be there like "what the FUCK are you exactly??" and no one can pretend that Durge is just Bhaalspawn+ like they do in the game. Do they kill anyone? People are bound to be at least heavily injured, especially since they've JUST fought Ketheric's bossfight and are not rested and at full potential.

GOD, I am rotating this thing in my head so fast the friction is bound to make my brain melt.

[welovemonstergirls]

My thoughs on the recent Skullgirls censorship

Okay. So. I’m not the kind of guy that’s gonna call anyone a pedophile or a neo nazi or a racist for raising a fuss at the devs cutting out what they did.

I am, however, the kind of guy that’s gonna call everyone that’s throwing a conniption fit over a few cosmetic changes that effect NOTHING in the grand scheme of the game a pathetic, whiny, entitled crybaby BITCH for being so outraged about absolute NON-ISSUES.

What are you losing from not being able to stare at Filia’s ass in that one cutscene anymore? What’s being lost because they removed some armbands from the Egrets? This doesn’t make SENSE. All they changed was minor cosmetic stuff!

Filia’s panty shots? Who cares?! They’re not cutting out any of the stuff that makes people like the game, she’s still baring her midriff and wearing a belt in place of a skirt, that hasn’t changed! The sexualized stuff is still there! So Cerebella was censored in a FEW story shots where she’s in a non-consentinal situation where she’s literally about to be murdered or eaten, she’s still flashing her underwear in her actual gameplay! Parasoul, Ms. Fortune, Valentine, Eliza and Black Dahlia are all RIGHT THERE! Your precious sexual content hasn’t gone ANYWHERE, so this entire complain is just WORTHLESS and PATHETIC. You can’t handle the game being two percent less horny so you need to get all up in arms and review bomb the game in an active effort to hurt it because of some minor changes?!

The Egrets armbands make perfect sense! Maybe when the game was initially pitched they were meant to be something more Nazi-esque, but that simply isn’t the case anymore! EVERY time we see the Egrets in the modern age, they are portrayed as GOOD GUYS. Parasoul is a righteous ruler that genuinely wants to do what’s best for her people, and the men she leads are the only people in power that are FIGHTING FOR THE PEOPLE. They don’t want to have their biggest force of GOOD associated with LITERAL NAZI SYMBOLISM. Why is that such a hard thing for people to grasp?! I keep saying people claim that the Egrets are supposed to be the bad guys. No the fuck they’re not, what are you even watching to think that?!

Big Band’s story mode, that I can kinda get, it was very important to his overall character, that is the one thing I won’t fault anyone for being upset over. At the same time though, I get why they did it. It’s a very topical issue that they don’t personally feel well equipped to handle, and it’s possibly a bit too real for their fun action fighting game where a cartoon character fights a ninja nurse. I don’t agree with this choice, but I can understand it.

 The concept art... I can also kiiiiind of get, I feel like if they’re gonna delete guest art they can at least replace it with new ones so that the fans are still getting SOMETHING out of it, but I can see what prompted the change. Like, them wanting to censor the fanservice on Filia and JUST Filia is not a big deal! If you don’t want to play the game with both hands, just pick Parasoul or Valentine ffs. And how often do you even go into the art gallery to look at images you can just as easily get online? This is another non-issue that doesn’ have anything to do with the game itself.

Finally, the Soviet Announcer voice pack. ...That voice pack was literally voiced by their fucking ABUSER. I can understand them wanting the voice of someone that hurt them OUT of the game they’re working on. Even if they got a different guy to voice it, it’s still a bit that was MADE by their abuser, Mike Z used it in his tutorials for Tager and Potemkin and it became a running gag. That voice pack is a literal reminder of someone who hurt them. So stop crying about “Muh soviet russia pack doh!” and accept the fact that they don’t want to hear his voice because it brings back painful memories for them. It’s not that hard. And as for Ben’s alternate voice pack? It’s literally based around sexual misconduct. So yeah.

I’m just pissed off that my favorite franchise of all time is suffering because some entitled, whiny little puke stains can’t handle minute changes that effect next to NOTHING about the game itself. Like a few cosmetic differences is the absolute end of the world. If you’re like that and you’re reading this? Stop crying like a little bitch, put on your big boy pants and accept the fact that these changes are LAUGHABLY MINOR. The designs are still the same. The story is still the same. The gameplay is still the same. The characters are still the same. The art style is still the same. EVERYTHING THAT MATTERS IS THE SAME. WHO. CARES?!

[brokenhardies]

woo woo, margarita, and long island iced tea + gwen, amber, and madoka?

𝘄𝗼𝗼 𝘄𝗼𝗼 〜 what’s their relationship like with their parent(s)/guardian(s)?

Gwen

Her relationship with Spencer's good! Better than her relationship with her dad! To summarise - being used as a DNA experiment, then p much being abandoned with your 'brother' for two years having to lie about his identity just for your father's sake, and then, after everything's been resolved he goes back and makes more robots???? Gwen literally takes Dax's name for that sole reason.

Amber

She has a pretty healthy relationship with her parents - well, the one that's still alive anyway! Her mum - Carol - became her rock after her dad died, even though she's busy with her work - being a nurse is a rough go when dealing with your 10 year old child grieving the death of her father - but Amber doesn't hold it against her. They're close but not like 'friends' close, there are boundaries and Carol knows that there are rules, but Amber also knows when her mum needs her space!

Madoka

In spite of her having a very close relationship with her parents, she constantly feels expected to reach very high for her dad's lofty goals. After finding out that Yuuki didn't tell him about Kamoshida, Eikichi is mortified and believes that Madoka's hiding things from him out of fear, so he tries to become more open, but even then that messes up. It's sad, and he's trying his best -- probably because of his own relationship with his father he kind of overcompensates. Plus as a Wild Card (headcanon taken by @hobie-doh), Eikichi can hear Della Rose and later, Hel, so he knows that she's probably a Persona user but doesn't know how or why she got the powers, but that's like awkward to bring up at the dinner table

𝗺𝗮𝗿𝗴𝗮𝗿𝗶𝘁𝗮 〜 does your oc have any disorders or disabilities?

Gwen

Gwen is pretty able-bodied! She has an inferiority complex if that counts as a 'disorder' :')

Amber

Amber is definitely neurodiverse but she hasn't gotten diagnosed yet, mostly due to not knowing if she's actually neurodiverse or if she's just being 'weird'. Probably has a Cluster-B Personality disorder of some description

Madoka

Madoka has both Autism and ADHD! tbh i also kind of wanna make her dyspraxic bc as someone who managed to get my coordination issues in check bc i really wanted to play the violin it seems like something Madoka would do as well!

𝗹𝗼𝗻𝗴 𝗶𝘀𝗹𝗮𝗻𝗱 𝗶𝗰𝗲𝗱 𝘁𝗲𝗮 〜 who are some of your oc’s best friends?

Gwen

Up until meeting the Overdrive team, she didn't have any friends outside of Mack. Now, she has a tonne of friends - mostly in the team -, and stays in contact with them even if they're far apart. She also - somewhat - considers Jane Fairview her friend, mostly because she treats J-Borg like a person and not an experiment lol

Amber

Nate and Rachel have both been in her life the longest and she loves them platonically so much. She met Nate at a grief support group but they both felt bad bc their parents died long before they joined the group and felt like they shouldn't be there, so they hit it off. Then Rachel joined and they've been thick as thieves since! I'd also say Billy is one of her closest friends, they both know each other's secrets and other embarrassing traits :')

Madoka

Hifumi Togo became her friend upon moving to Kosei. Much like Madoka, Hifumi didn't have many friends, so Madoka immediately scooped her up, and she's kind of become her 'extrovert adopts introvert' friend. She also encourages Hifumi to get together with the protag, and is very happy when she finally confesses her feelings to him!

[a-moth-to-the-light]

please stop saying "well I, have [this mental illness], too, and I don't do [x thing], so that isn't an excuse!!": a small rant from a mentally ill lady

(i've seen this in other cases too, like "i have [this childhood trauma], too, and i don't do [x thing]")

like i get that we're often saying this in response to VERY immoral actions--in that case, just say the thing is wrong and there's no excuse for it, without bringing your own symptoms/experiences into it in this way?? because if the main reasoning you provide for why a bad action is inexcusable is because "i don't do it", that can apply to literally so many things that are perfectly benign (as in, not harmful to anyone else) symptoms of, and ways of coping with, various mental illnesses ??

for example, i played with play doh in class a lot when i was in high school because of my trichotillomania--i would fidget with the play doh so i wouldn't pull at my hair during lectures!! and someone COULD technically say, using the same logic as the comments above, "well, i have trichotillomania and i don't pull my hair in class, even without a fidget, so there's no reason for you to need a fidget". and it just makes me SO mad to think about. me having play doh in class is acceptable because it helps me & doesn't hurt anyone (or at least i haven't heard of any problems with it)!! if my play doh caused allergic reactions in one of my teachers or classmates, my use of it in class would be unacceptable NOT BECAUSE I SHOULDN'T NEED A FIDGET FOR COPING WITH TRICHOTILLOMANIA but because IT'S HARMING SOMEONE ELSE'S ABILITY TO GET AN EDUCATION SAFELY. that is what makes it wrong--it would be wrong on its own merits, and we don't need people going around deciding that THEIR experience of [insert mental illness here] is somehow now the benchmark for what another person should or should not be experiencing. here's another example of applying this flawed logic to symptoms that don't harm others: it wouldn't be fair for me to say "well, my depression doesn't get in the way of my ability to pursue my hobbies, so you can't say that's the reason you don't feel excited about your hobbies anymore!!"

i understand the desire to "prove" to those without [insert mental illness here] that [insert mental illness here] does not automatically make someone do evil things, in contrast to a lot of the stereotypes out there, but i think the logic of these comments (see: positing oneself as the benchmark for [insert mental illness here]) is so messed up as to be more damaging than helpful. if someone says, "my mental illness causes me to do, or want to do, immoral things", a TERRIBLE first response is: "idk man that sounds fake." a much more helpful first response would be: "how can we make sure you don't do these things?" because, again, the reasoning "i did it because of my mental illness/childhood trauma" does not make the actions less immoral, and they still need to stop if they are immoral actions/harming others. (and obviously we can argue about what is or isn't immoral, and what is or isn't excusable, and that's a perfectly fine discussion to have when a person does something you think is wrong!! i just ask that we leave these specific arguments about how related this action is to mental illness out of it and focus more on how this action impacts the person doing it, the people around them, and their environment!)

so anyway please stop saying this!! or i will feel sad :(

[mark-of-chrysus]

#10

Once was already too much. Twice was beyond cruelty. Thrice...thrice was not meant for the human mind to comprehend.

So when you have to do it a thousand times and then some you become rather desensitized to certain things that could make others writhe.

That's how Daniel found himself looking up at the paling faces of his friends, vaguely aware that his body wasn't supposed to be able to bend that way. There were tears, of course, pleading for him to say awake, to hold on until the ambulance arrived. The worst part though was the reassurances, because both parties knew by that point that they were just wishful thinking.

Like, no Zack, I just got hit by a truck going over 200 km/h, I'm not going to be okay! The bloodied boy tried to voice these words but they only came out as strangled moans, which elicited more sobs and, to his everlasting indignance, shushing.

"Nnnghn hngh!" (Don't shush me!)

"It's going to be okay."

"Mnghnh mnmnth nghgh ghngfngh mnghnghhtt! mnggggg hnghnght mthght." (Vasco, I adore you but I'm literally twisted like play-doh and I think I can feel my bones trying to escape my body and form their own army for world domination!!)

"Shh, just hang on."

Danny shot him a dirty look, though he had to guess which one of his friends the bald white egg shushing him was. Probably Jin, he had always been a little bitch like that. If he squinted the alien-like thing looking down on him was pretty similar to the dumbass.

"Mhnh mgthhhhh-." (Bitch if you shush me one more-)

"Shhh" Zack placed his finger on his lips, before quickly retracting his hand and massaging the bite marks on his pointer with what was supposed to be aggravation. The tears and snot running down his face ruined the image.

Finally, through the constant ringing in his ears, Daniel could distinguish the sound of sirens. People shuffled around him and someone tried to get his attention, but their voice turned to mush in his ears. He threw one last look at his friends and reached towards Jay through the paramedics.

"Mnh nhghn Macarena mngh." (Bae, you need to play Macarena at my funeral!)

And with that, the world went black. Then white, then black again. Then he came upon himself, literally.

"They did a pretty good job with my body, you can't even tell that half of these are missing" He poked at one of his limbs, his translucent finger going right through it. There was no bone, just a metal rod kipping the arm in place.

Danny shuddered and retracted his hand as if he had been burned. No matter how many times he ended up as a ghost it never got less weird touching things. He shrugged and floated upwards, passing through the lid of the casket and angling his body so that he no longer felt like he was lying down. Gravity didn't apply to ghosts, so getting his body to sit straight was really tricky until you got the hang of it.

The venue was pretty packed, with people balling their eyes out. They were all dressed in black and looking at a picture of him smiling that had been propped on a stand near his casket. In the front row was his mother, at whose appearance he cringed.

It never got easier seeing her so utter;y devastated, but that was always the way it went when he died, his bigger body would vanish without a trace, and his smaller one would remain, lifeless. His eyes scanned over the other people at the venue trying to get the image of her dull eyes and sunken cheeks out of his mind.

Next to his mother was his beloved jay. Oh, how he wanted to wrap his arms around the boy and wipe those tears that never stopped rolling down his exquisite face! Instead, he caressed his darling's cheek lovingly, making the boy shudder at the feeling of sudden coldness. He didn't dare linger, unable to bare the heartbreaking sight of his lover's grief.

If Daniel had been drinking he would have done a spit-take right then and there. (Was it disrespectful to spit at your own funeral?)

Nestled between a sobbing Crystal and a mostly-unbothered Kouji was Diego Kang himself, having a whispered conversation with an ashen-faced Gun. The latter must've taken the death of his masterpiece and the subsequent disappearance of Daniel's bigger self as quite the blow. 'He did waste a lot of time training me and seemed very eager to get taller me to be his...something, whatever that was...' the boy mused, making his way across from them and to the audio system. He didn't have time to ponder such things. He was a ghost on a mission.

Possessing humans was rather simple if tiring, but messing around with electronics had always been a favorite of his whenever he ended up as a wandering specter. The speakers, placed strategically in the four corners of the room, simultaneously crackled to life, startling the people in attendance, before:

Dale a tu cuerpo alegría Macarena Que tu cuerpo es pa' darle alegría y cosa buena Dale a tu cuerpo alegría, Macarena Hey Macarena, ay

Dale a tu cuerpo alegría Macarena Que tu cuerpo es pa' darle alegría y cosa buena Dale a tu cuerpo alegría, Macarena Hey Macarena, ay

Dale a tu cuerpo alegría Macarena Que tu cuerpo es pa' darle alegría y cosa buena Dale a tu cuerpo alegría, Macarena Hey Macarena, ay

Dale a tu cuerpo alegría Macarena Que tu cuerpo es pa' darle alegría y cosa buena Dale a tu cuerpo alegría, Macarena Hey Macarena, ay

Dale a tu cuerpo alegría Macarena Que tu cuerpo es pa' darle alegría y cosa buena Dale a tu cuerpo alegría, Macarena Hey Macarena, ay!

[intothecometverse]

I posted 134 times in 2022

That's 134 more posts than 2021!

46 posts created (34%)

88 posts reblogged (66%)

Blogs I reblogged the most:

@halokisses

@daisys-reality

@qrettyinpink

@babygothprincess

@viol3tlavender

I tagged 33 of my posts in 2022

#law of assumption - 16 posts

#neville goddard - 15 posts

#loa - 12 posts

#shifting - 8 posts

#reality shifting - 7 posts

#shifting realities - 6 posts

#manifesting - 6 posts

#shifting community - 4 posts

#reality shift - 4 posts

#loassumption - 3 posts

Longest Tag: 100 characters

#i wrote this entire post and then tumblr glitched and lost it so i had to retype this shit again >:(

My Top Posts in 2022:

#5

𝒷𝓇𝓎𝒸𝑒 𝒶𝓃𝒹 𝒸𝒶𝓉𝒽𝓎 || 𝒷𝓇𝒶𝓃𝒹𝑜𝓃 𝓇𝑜𝑔𝑒𝓇𝓈 𝓌𝒶𝓁𝓁𝓅𝒶𝓅𝑒𝓇𝓈

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40 notes - Posted June 17, 2022

#4

what i’ve manifested successfully AND INSTANTLY within the past days or so

spending time with my sp (and i mean time for like, just the both of us 🦋🦋) on a school trip

TRAFFIC on a school trip so i could stay on the bus longer 🤣

rain during a specific time

all these were INSTANT manifestations— i just visualized about what i wanted and it all came true immediately. i’m going to use this method to manifest bigger things in life <3

47 notes - Posted November 9, 2022

#3

your 👏 reality 👏 aka 👏 3d 👏 is 👏 like 👏 play-doh 👏

i want you to think of your reality, or your 3d, anything you're like, conscious in rn as play-doh. fun, malleable, able to mold into anything the creator wants.

you can do whatever the hell you want with the 3d. it's just that malleable. as the god of your fuckin reality, you can mold it into whatever tf u want. it's that easy.

and whenever the 3d shows u something u dont want, think of it like u make a mistake while making ur play-doh figure. maybe u added a lil lump somewhere, and u want to fix it. so u do. u dont just sit there and cry about how ur play-doh isnt changing shape when u aint doing shit. obviously, if u want ur lil play-doh figure to get better, u apply the changes u want. so in the end, u get the play-doh figure u want.

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60 notes - Posted July 25, 2022

#2

literally

138 notes - Posted June 23, 2022

My #1 post of 2022

💌 affirmations for getting into the void state 💌

i am in the void state

i am pure consciousness

i am pure consciousness, not attached to any body or reality

i am more than a body

i will wake up in the void state

i intend to wake up in the void

i am in complete control of where i want to go

i will wake up in the void state if i want to

i am sure of the fact that i will wake up in the void state

i will wake up in the void. because i said so :)

245 notes - Posted June 25, 2022

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lol the edits were before i started @highassho

[panna-acida]

@tonbane tagged me, so here I am ♥

Do you play an instrument?

Nope, or at last I tried when i was little to play piano (self tought) and actually worked for a little while, but I have no patience so...

Favorite fictional characters?

One? Nope I have a damn book of fav fictional human... let’s say the last fixation is on Jaskier if is not clear enought... but I must say my one first love was and still is to this day Allen Walker from DGM, my original blorbo. The one that started it all ♥

What's your star sign?

Sagittarius

Favorite color schemes?

Oh god... atm I’m really into the green scale, even in my room I’m trying to incorporate all the green I can...

Naps or Long Sleep?

Long sleeps, because in this house is literally impossible to do naps... long sleep too, but naps more then anything

What languages do you speak?

Italian (my mother tongue doh!), english a lil bit og spanish (reading and comprehension (not talking, not good at all at talking) and that’s it

Dreams/Aspirations?

Live away from this crumbling house, in a new little one with a friend, cat and dogs around. A peaceful, uneventful life, with a free mind.

Long or Short Hair?

Shorts all my life, I started with long long hair, but started to cut them shorter and shorter and can’t go back, because damn the moment they start to grow, I just want to rip them.

Tea or Coffee?

Tea

Bring a fictional character to life or go into a fictional world?

Bring a fictional chara to this word, totally. (Yen my love ♥)

Ok, I’m tagging: @hoemine, @torahime and @valaid if you want to.

Buon fine giornata, because I don’t know what hour it is, where you are. ♥

[onestrangechild]

There’s something that ANGERS me about mobile game ads on such a primal level. Every game now a days that gets pushed by ads can be made by different studios but uses the same Play-doh esc sprites that use really shitty animations that probably were Mo-Capped (If at all) by some dude off the side of the street that these devs walked up to and said “Ey, bro, wanna make an easy $50?”. Like I get wanting to keep shit easy when you’re first stepping into the game, but I stg I’ve seen the same add for the same game about gathering a crowd and upgrading them by making them run through the proper gates or whatever more times than I’ve seen my own mother in the exact same day!

Or how about those Fukkin… tile mover games? The slot games that swear you get rich in just 10 plays and you “Never have to top off” whatever the hell that means? The Idle RPG games that get boring af because you have to basically not play the game to get anywhere?

But here’s what really kicks me in the dick, yeah? It’s the ads themselves! We all know about that fucking abomination of “Evony: The Kings Return”, that fuckin dumbass puzzle game where they show off someone failing a really easy puzzle which makes you frustrated just watching so you download it to prove to no one that these puzzle games aren’t that hard. Same with those crowd evolution games, like it’s so frustrating watching this dude walk to the very obviously better gate but then switch the absolute LAST second and they fucking know that! They trick you into downloading their bullshit game just to see if it’s really that hard, and usually no, it isn’t, but you downloaded it anyways so what do they care? :D

But I think… what truly takes the cake. What puts me in a Primal rage, so fucking Potent I could hang these lazy bastards by their own spinal cords from their office ceilings… is that now their ads force my phone screen into VERTICAL MODE, while I had it in HORIZONTAL MODE binging YouTube videos! And when I hit the full screen button to move it back, it freaks out and gets out of full screen mode, forcing me to rotate my phone vertically to get it centered, skip the ad, and then rotate it horizontally to put it back into full screen. That be like if I broke into one of y’all’s homes and told you to drink bleach when you told me to go away, and then I started moving furniture around. Like… the FUCK??

If you’re a mobile game publisher, and you actually think what I just ranted about is good business choices, please jump off the tallest building within walking distance of you. I will literally never play your game.

[fourth-quartet]

episode two notes, copied and pasted

That shot of the three of them in the hall is so hot

Poly judges for the win

Jinjoo pushing Gaon to agree to dinner

Nah Jinjoo wants to be friends so badly

She does have a thirst for power but not a fully realized one

They bring up that he’s the heir to a rich family a lot

Yohan has a hunting license…

“I have a hunting license for harmful wild animals. It’s really thrilling. Shooting between its eyes when it rushes at you, canines out.”

Is he referring to the bus? Or to the dog scene that was cut w Kang Jisang?

Yohan really pulls that “I can’t taste well” thing everywhere. If he says it enough, he believes it.

Yohan talks in this scene like they’re things he read rather than things you’d actually say in conversation.

GOD THE SHOTS OF BABY YOHAN HURT

“Your father was swindled out of his wealth and committed suicide.”

I think I completely missed the implication of this line being that Gaon’s family was wealthy before Doh Young Choon.

Also Yohan asking if they should get to know one another while simultaneously dodging answering questions is brilliant

Yohan is flirting I hate him

Gaon isn’t lying when he said he has a weak stomach… But for what, is the question

The transition to Youngmin kills me every time it’s so clean holy SHIT

The shots of the homeless with the shots of the VIRUS poster….

LEE YOUNGMIIIIIIIN

Youngmin claims he’s on a safari and then targets something SRF related. How much of it is anger towards his mother and how much of it is genuine classism?

14라 0615 is Youngmin’s license plate

Blaming Heo Joong Se after Yohan tears up- they don’t think he’s capable of acting well.

Heo Joong Se isn’t as stupid as he makes himself out to be sometimes. “Am I the lead? There are too many intense characters lined up beside me. As for me, truthfully, I don’t know my position clearly yet.”

Kyunghee tries to play on his narcissism and it fails and he points it out.

He plays down his logic by playing the artist image.

Heo Joong Se plays Kyunghee against the SRF.

“How dare a mere secretary act this way?” Kyunghee is so dismissive of Sunah, especially when Sunah’s official title is director (of something, can’t remember what)

Seo Jeong Hak immediately throws the blame back onto Heo Joong Se. Kyunghee literally cannot get them to admit to having done it so she doesn’t know who to be mad at—but she doesn’t think Yohan would think to do it on his own.

Approval ratings for the ruling party are up by 17%, up to 53%, following the trial. And Sunah knows Kyunghee intends to run for president.

Gaon sliding on the pavement is so cute

and Jungho hitting him in the face with the ball always fuckin sends me

Jungho brings up the ratings directly after Sunah holy shit??

NAH PLEASE THAT ENTIRE BACK AND FORTH YOHAN I’M BEGGING YOU TO BE NORMAL

“My precious sidekick who sits on my left” “….”

I have literally never noticed that table next to Yohan’s desk, those chairs look so comfortable?

Yohan does have a habit of echolalia at times

“Do you think the goal of a trial is justice?”

“What is it if not justice?”

“A trial is a game, where if you cannot prove things, you lose. But it is not a fair game to begin with. The rich and powerful do whatever they can to manipulate and cover up the truth, and bribe investigative agencies. On the other side, there’s just a huge crowd of angry, whining people. Sadly, there is no such thing as justice. It’s just a game. Vicious and unfair.”

Yohan says “he resembles him” like 8 times when the bug is in there and you’re telling me Gaon just ignored that?

Why is Soohyun never in a uniform?

Soohyun chews on the ends of her straws

Soohyun doesn’t blink at the idea that Gaon’s “lover” might be a man

Man I sure wonder if they were sponsored by Sunny Way or something

I know people hate Youngmin but I love him, I really do. He’s such a shit

Gaon does not trust Soohyun’s driving lmfao

372현 9401 is Yohan’s license plate

The kid driving the cars along the windowsill towards the DIKE poster…driving towards justice

We really have no idea why Yohan was out that night but his hair is styled like he was at work. But he’s dressed down, in khakis and what looks like a black sweater.

Headcanon that Isaac taught Yohan to drive

also why the fuck does Yohan just carry a mallet around in his trunk, SIR??

good fucking god yohan is hot

Gaon looks genuinely entertained why Yohan going closer to Youngmin and the car with the mallet, like he looks like he’s trying not to smile

Youngmin doesn’t recognize Yohan from being around his mother.

Yohan just PLANTING DRUGS incredible

Does he know Youngmin does drugs from Kyunghee?

Seriously, I’m pretty sure Jinjoo is just sleeping at the Justice Building

Jinjoo saying she was hired for her looks. At least she’s aware of it

K MY BEST BOY I LOVE YOU

Yohan knew about Soohyun right from the beginning

Jungho is pushing him to look into Yohan, Soohyun fixates on Yohan, but Gaon fixates on the actions and court rather than Yohan himself at first.

But even from the beginning, Gaon is questioning whether or not he needs to look into Yohan. He sees the good Yohan is doing

Soohyun does point out Jungho is asking too much.

Seriously K, my boy, I love you so goddamn much you’re everywhere in this episode

YOHAN’S JACKET IS LEATHER? WHEN HE PULLS IN FRONT OF YOUNGMIN?

Gaon and Jinjoo are finally growing on each other

Gaon and Jinjoo’s friendship is my favorite goddamn thing

JINJOO IS WEARING SNEAKERS

YOHAN JINJOO DATE YOHAN JINJOO DATE

“Fight for a world in which justice is alive.”

That shot of them coming down the elevator?? Yohan leaning against the wall fondly watching Jinjoo excited. And then he says something to her and she grins wider.

He just totally dismisses Sunah lmfaoooo

Sunah is wearing one of her chokers. Collared

(12yo Yohan) Didn’t make eye contact, dark expression, didn’t talk.

Yohan does not care about that bird. He definitely grabbed a ruler from inside of his desk and hit it to get it away from Sein.

He’s also got insanely good posture

He sat in the back of the classroom and read

He looks like he’s older than the other kids in his class too

Things started going missing and they blamed the only kid who didn’t have a seat partner huh?

Yohan teaching Jinjoo to dance is one of my favorite fucking moments in this show.

The way Jinjoo looks to Yohan before she lets Sunah cut in.

“Can everyone be pleased when they have individual tastes?” Yohan just say you’re a homosexual ffs

That back and forth between Youngmin and his parents is so fucking funny every time, they’re both so SICK of him

They think they tamed Yohan. Which means there was a point where Seo Jeong Hak thought they had to tame him.

BISEXUAL LIGHTING MY LOVE

Seriously how did Yohan get back to his office that quickly

Yohan’s shoes! Again! Sir!

“Why do you do things like this?” “Because I can. Possibility is like a drug.”

Yohan recognizes the bomb first but Gaon processes quicker.

When the bomb goes off, Yohan is clutching Gaon like if he lets go, he’ll disappear

Yohan is limping in the hall.

[yukizaldi]

The Birthday Surprise

Matty x autistic! reader

A little birthday fic in honor of Matty’s upcoming birthday

Warnings: nada, just pure fluff

A/n: and my birthday just passed so I’m finna entertain yall with this one while I continue working on chapter three of deep blue. apologies in advance for it being short.

*=footnote

“WONDERHOY!” I exclaim happily as I drop the heavy bag I carried on the way home and give Matty a tight hug. “HAPPY BIRTHDAY, BABY!!!”

I had been planning a grand vacation to Disney World in Orlando for a really long time. Alas, I’ve been info dumping him about the park, the fun rides and delicious foods there. Ah, how can I ever forget about the firework shows at night?

I feel his laugh vibrating in his chest. “What’s all of these bags you got here?” he asks wonderingly. “You’re literally killing me, baby.”

“Open to find out.” I say confidently. “All of them for you!”

He opens the bags one by one. The first is the cologne he likes, a small hand sanitizer bottle from Bath and Body Works (been a tradition for me to do that, especially in my family, most of the time with my mom and abuela*), four new shirts, and the grand finale, the reservation for Disney World, all four theme parks with the guys!

“And you have been telling me all about this parks stuff for months,” he says. “Very excited about it, are you?”

I smile and nod cheerfully.

“I got you this in return,” he says as he hands me a small bag. “Happy belated birthday, my love.” I open it and it is the play-doh I had always wanted!

“Pixie Dust Play-Doh!” I squeal happily.

“Pixie Dust Play-Doh?”

“I love getting my hands covered in fairy dust!” I giggle.

“Too many interests you have. Too many.”

He showers me with so much love and many kisses as I giggle more.

✨✨✨✨✨✨✨✨✨✨✨✨✨✨✨✨✨

I hug my Duffy bear tightly as I cry on the hotel bed, not knowing if the boys will ever like it. This trip that I planned. Will they criticize me for it? Is it worth it?

All my thoughts circle my head until I hear a knock on the door. “Come in.” I croak.

Matty had dropped all the suitcases to be by my side. “What’s the matter, baby? Something on your mind?” he asks as he wraps his arms around me and Duffy.

“I don’t know…” I begin, my voice cracking. “I feel like the guys won’t like it. They’ll think I’m weird.”

He holds me close to his chest. “Shhhhhhhh,” he whispers. “I got you darling. It’s okay. I’m sure the guys will like it. I will too. You’re never weird. Never ever a burden. You’re the most beautiful and sweetest person I’ve ever met, and I’m so happy I get to love you for who you are.”

All the while he’s still cradling me in his arms and shushing my sobs, the string of reassuring words continue on. Soon, everything slows down, my breathing becomes even, my body stops shaking. He is humming softly until words fly out.

Baby mine, don’t you cry

Baby mine, dry your eyes

Rest your head close to my heart

Never to part

Baby of mine

✨✨✨✨✨✨✨✨✨✨✨✨✨✨✨✨✨

*abuela: grandmom

[devildomwriter]

Obey Me As Tumblr #2

Asmodeus: “I’m sad I wasn’t born in the era of-“ b*tch do it! If you like love letters, write them! If you like poodle skirts, wear them! Society is imploding as we watch on in abject horror! Do whatever you want!

MC: Time to buy a guillotine

Diavolo: Let’s not

•

Luke: The only acceptable icing is buttercream. Whipped icing is a cowards choice and fondant people are demons and gotta meet me in the street for their poor life choices that led them to accept play-doh as acceptable cake decoration

Barbatos: Turn on ya location and we can talk

Luke: Hope you understand sign language then cause all you’re gonna be seeing is hands

Solomon: Damn sh*ts gettin real in the cake decorating fandom

•

Asmodeus: Moan louder each time the cashier scans one of your items

Beelzebub: Please do not do this

•

Leviathan: A shout out to all the people who started using “same” as a joke once in awhile but now use it for the most random things like a car honking at another car

Satan: Yesterday a book fell off my desk and instead of picking it up I just looked at it and said “same”

•

Belphegor: I’m so tired of this life. I want to be a roomba. I want knives taped to me and I want to be set loose.

Satan: The energy of this post is dark and mysterious

•

Solomon: Make your own foot scrub

Diavolo:

1. Feet are pretty hard to make

2. Don’t call me a scrub ever again

Lucifer: please stop making me read this

•

Belphegor: In this world it’s milk or be milked

Lucifer: It’s really not

•

Solomon: If there’s a “heavens no” and a “hell yes” why isn’t there a “purgatory maybe”

Diavolo: PURGHAPS

•

Asmodeus: Bisexual: the ability to reach down someone’s pants and be satisfied with whatever you find

Diavolo: Whatever you find. That’s a pretty broad definition. I personally would not be satisfied if I found. Say. An alligator in my partners pants. Genitalia is cool. Carnivorous reptiles are not.

Satan: Is pansexuality not caring if you find an alligator

Barbatos: Yes

MC: If the alligator is limp. Is it reptile dysfunction?

Solomon: We need to get outside.

•

Beelzebub: What if birds aren’t singing and they’re screaming because they are afraid of heights

•

Leviathan: Do animals think in English or in the sounds they make

Lucifer: This is what yahoo paid $1.1 billion for

•

Leviathan: High school graduations are hilarious lmao “you’ve truly become a family after these four years” I guarantee you If some of these kids caught fire half their classmates would calmly drink a glass of water in front of the burning students

•

Belphegor: One time in school I didn’t read the assigned book and I was like f*ck it imma write this essay anyway and I had no idea what the book was even about or who the characters were so I just spewed out some shit about archetypes and the teacher came up to me after class and told me I was the only student who truly understood the book

•

Leviathan: Are you ever in school and you hear a muffled scream from a nearby class and you’re like the f*cks going on

MC: What the f*ck kind of school do y’all go to?

Satan: RAD

•

Belphegor: If you both agree to take a nap instead of going out, it’s a date

•

Asmodeus: Why are you single?

Leviathan: I literally don’t leave my house and I don’t talk either

•

Beelzebub: A mosquito tried to bite me and I slapped it and killed it and I started thinking like it was just trying to get food what if I went to the fridge and it slammed the door shut and snapped my neck how would I feel

•

Mammon: You are angry about something “clam down” I text you, you assume I have made a typo, but in fact I am holding a small soldier clam in my hands. He died so young, War is hell.

•

Leviathan: I was so sleep deprived the other day that I tried to zoom in on a paper

Leviathan: Wtf I just made that post

Leviathan: Oh wait that is my post

Leviathan: I haven’t slept in two days

•

MC: Where can I buy some thigh high crocs

Luke: In hell

•

Simeon: Today is Copernicus’s 540th birthday. You remember Copernicus as the man that said “hey, what if the earth went around the sun?” To which the Catholic Church replied “hey, what if we set you on fire?”

•

Asmodeus: I’m looking for a romantic way to say I hope you think about me when you masturbate sometimes

Simeon: In the deepest calmest hours of the night when you have not but your own company, I hope my image fills you with bliss

•

MC: “Were you born a boy or girl?” Bold of you to assume I was born at all

Mammon: I personally was created in a lab

Satan: Just straight of spawned

Diavolo: I was summoned

Luke: I was born at the age of seven, my mother being out of town at the time

Lucifer: Just popped into existence like a theoretical particle

Simeon: My existence is a figment of your imagination

Leviathan: Found in a cabbage field

Asmodeus: I lost my memories when I came to this dimension

Beelzebub: I’m just a rock that grew legs

Barbatos: I was retconned into existence to fix a plot hole four years ago

•

Mammon: What happened when the guy shoplifted a calendar

Leviathan: He got 12 months

Lucifer: Crime isn’t a joke

[adashofniallandasprinkleoflunacy]

Bb definitely makes fun of soft dick Harry

“It looks like a gummy worm.”

Harry sighs in exasperation as he shifts across his feet inside the steamy shower, clutching the glass door with both hands as he waits for her to pass him the towel in her possession, his wet hair matted down the nape of his neck and his skin flushed from the heat. “Can you please just give me the towel?”

Y/N doesn’t react one bit in his favor, keeping the folded linen grasped to her chest as she giggles and stares at what hangs between his legs. Seeing it soft is so different than seeing it hard; during sex, it usually looks quite sizable and intimidating, like it could definitely fuck up her back for a few days, but in its natural state, it looks comical and almost squishy. “Look at it, it’s so cute!”

“Get fucked.”

His girlfriend ignores his harsh response, honing all her attention on his crotch and plastering a doting pout across her plump lips, speaking to it as if it were an actual person. “Hey, buddy! Rarely ever get to see you so relaxed. It’s kinda nice! Adorable, actually.”

The vampire can feel blood beginning to rise to his splotchy cheeks at her antics, and he knows it’s not from the hot water he’d just shut off. He restrains the urge to cover his groin with his hand, refusing to give her the satisfaction of seeing him flustered. He puts as much ominous authority behind his accent as he can muster, but it’s difficult to assert his dominance when he’s naked and shivering from the cold air. “Give me the towel.”

“Can you do that helicopter thing first? Wait, will it even work right now? Looks too floppy to do much.”

Harry groans theatrically at her hazing, suddenly reaching forward and swiping wildly for the belonging she’s holding hostage. He misses by a smidge, resulting in her taking a step back as she laughs at him fully, mocking his failed attempt. “Nice try.”

She can practically see steam starting to shoot out of his ears, his brows creasing as his jaw clenches angrily. He spits his words out through gritted teeth, his patience dwindling by the second. “Just give me my shit, you annoying little twat.”

Y/N holds up the towel and bounces it around, causing it to tumble out to its full extent. She grips the two top corners of the article, extending it to her side and jiggling it from side to side at a quick jerky pace, the way matadors wave a red cloth when provoking a bull. “You want it? Come and get it, Play-Doh Dick.”

“What the fuck did you just call me?”

“You heard me.”

“God, you’re infuriating.”

Y/N releases one end of the towel and shoves her hand down the boxers she’s wearing instead, her index finger peeking out from the buttoned pocket portion at the forefront, simulating a dick of her own. She wiggles the digit around playfully, whistling tauntingly as she sways her hips in a playful manner. “Look at me, I’m Harry and I’m a narcissistic asshole with a bdsm kink, but I pitch a fit the second someone sees my dick soft.”

“Piss off.”

Y/N tuts her finger-penis in a motion that clearly means no. “Make me.”

Harry glares at her from beneath a curtain of sopping wet curls, voice on edge as he delivers a dark warning. “When I get out of here, I’m gonna make you regret this stupid little stunt.”

“Oh no.” She wails dramatically, her eyebrows shooting up in an expression of fake concern as her jaw drops open in fabricated shock. “I’m so fucking scared of you and your gelatin groin. I’m literally shaking in my boots, can’t you tell?”

“I’m gonna strangle you.”

“Kinky.”

[damselofblueroses]

The Name of the Rose, Chapter 4

Summary: Your study-buddy Doh Kyungsoo comes with you for a long-awaited trip to Tokyo, Japan. There is a tension between you, however both of you decided to build a friendship instead of a relationship.

Chapter Summary: Kyungsoo taught the Reader how she should be touched. After the lesson the Reader answers his question and tell him her observation about the lesson. (Note: This chapter is fucking long, so grab your drink before reading babes!)

Content: Unestablished relationship, AU, Hurt/Comfort, Anger, Slight Violence, Emotional Complications and Healing.

Warnings: Well, the story contains NSFW/Smut, please minors do not continue.

Note: This story was inspired by D.O.’s album, Empathy, the album of 2021 in my opinion. It is an ongoing mini project, I planned to write it as a one-shot when I started, however I realized there are a lot to say about Empathy Era and I cannot stop shut my mouth, or prevent myself from writing… So, here we go.

Chapter Word Count: 11.2k

Series Masterlist

Chapter 4: I Am Gonna Love You

A gentle breeze puffed past the slightly open window, as it blowed the curtain, moonlight spilled into the room. There was dull light, coming from the top of the walls, casting a dim yellow tint along the carpet and bed.

A soft smile tugged at Kyungsoo’s lips.

You were glaring at him, to be honest, Kyungsoo felt a little bit exposed to you, but he was more than okey with being naked for you, all with his body, and soul. He was ready to give everything he had. Sometimes he believed that he must be crazy for loving you at this extent, definitely he had gone mad, there was no logical explanation of willingly being at your fingertips.

“We do not,” his voice was reminding you all the warm autumn nights you spent together, it was rich, baritone and velvety, your entire body stiffened as his index finger wandered around your face, from forehead to chin. “We do not do anything you do not want.”

You looked at him, forgetting how to blink. That bloody dim light painting him with a shiny halo, increasing his ethereal beauty and to your dismay, his already so-fucking-strong impacts on you. Sometimes you could not help but wonder if he has been knowing how he affected you or not. His eyes, fucking pair of big-doe eyes, chocolate brown and always full of emotions, skimmed over your face, you swallowed your heartbeat in the throat.

“I know.” you miraculously found your voice out of nowhere. With slow moving fingers, without noticing what the heck you were doing, you touched his upper lip.

Kyungsoo held his groan back, and his hands clenched into fists. He hated himself for his quick response to your touch, he wanted to keep himself as one fucking piece.

You took your hand back off him, hiding it behind your back, sagging against the pillows. A deep sigh emitted from both of you.

You were looking to each other, the silence invaded the room but this time it was different from before. This silence was like a messenger, it was not eerily or strange. Both of you were testing the waters, you were waiting for the one who was going to make the next move, but both of you were aware of the fact that this silence was nothing but an emissary.

An emissary that was telling your mutual desires for each other. Your dire needs and hopes.

He raised his hand, looking at you as asking for your permission, you forgot how to swallow but immediately shook your head from up to down. His lips formed as his fucking signature smile, heart shaped one, the type of smile which Kyungsoo gave only when he was really happy. Your breath stuck in your lungs, an unmistakable blush spread across your face, made its own way to your neck. He crawled towards you, his hands caressed your ankles and spread your legs enough to make a space for himself, sitting between your calves.

The little air which was left in your lungs left your body.

His closeness and warmness started to rile you up, if riling you more than now was possible. You could easily smell his perfume, fuelling your excitement that already brewing the potions in your lower stomach.

Kyungsoo had dangerously lingered in your mind since the first day you saw him.

And now he was sitting between your legs, and only God knew what the heck he was going to do. You knew you could not say no, fuck’s sake you just could not. If he wanted to teach you as you requested, you would say yes. If he wanted to just stay like this, you would say yes. If he wanted to take you over there, you would say yes.

You knew how dangerous your love for Kyungsoo was. You were always imagining him, Kyungsoo has been living with you literally and figuratively.

You did not say this to him, you would never ever, but it was always his name coming from your mouth when you think about the bases. There was no other option, Kyungsoo or no one.

You suddenly remembered the question that Baekhyun asked to you. Unfortunately, as Baekhyun would like to define, your Virgin Mary status, was a topic that the boys really liked to mock with you. However, once Baekhyun seriously asked you, if you could wish for someone ravaging you, who was going to be? As expected Baekhyun gave you a detailed scenario which made you terrified, ended up with a huge fight between you and Baekhyun, however when you were alone, you could not stop thinking about that scenario.

It was Kyungsoo.

The name was his name even when you thought that type of imagines.

It had been Kyungsoo, and it seemed, it was going to be always his name.

When that scumbag, the touchy one pressed his fingers onto your thighs, you did not like it because they were not Kyungsoo’s. You preferred to be violently murdered than admitting this, however when you were be back into the security of your room after that unlucky experience, the only question lingering in your mind was how you could response if those would be Kyungsoo’s fingers? What would you do if those bonny, pale, and sinewy fingers touching your thighs?

You were totally ignorant to the intimate relationships, if Kyungsoo would not be in the picture, you could be sure of you were not engaged to the desires and bodily needs. However, the reason of your hunger was sitting between your legs, and to your dismay you were more than aware of the calls of your body. God, did he have to sit this fucking close to you, enough to make his breathes hovering your hair? You could not tell if you wanted to throw yourself forward to his arms or pushing him to the mattress. God only knows what was going to be next, but your eyes coasted down his biceps, as taut as ever, and the fucking veins that were visible on his wrists appearing more than prominent as he gently held your ankles.

“Are you okey with this?” Kyungsoo pointed his position, smiling a little bit nervously. You inhaled sharply, then a sharp laugh fell from your lips.

“Isn’t it obvious?” you covered your mouth with your hand. Kyungsoo lifted his head, directed his gaze upon you, you wanted to beg him not looking at you with all the power of his eyes.

“No, I need to hear your words.” he slightly pinched your left calf. You tried to free your ankle from his iron grip in order to show your current discontent of his pinch, but your effort made him laugh, despite of his movements shuttered.

“I am okey.” you sheepishly whispered.

“Do you still want me to teach you?” he bit his tongue. While he was itching to teach you, -and to be honest, his inner peace was already destroyed after you asked him if he had feelings for you or not, he was dying to taste you, JesusfuckingChrist, he never had a piece of inner piece since you came into the picture of his life, he also refused to push you for any case. Whether you chose was going to be fine by him, he was not going to dig his own grave by insisting or shoving you.

“Depends.” you murmured. “Only if you do not make fun of me.”

“Why should I make fun of you?” Kyungsoo felt his heart churned. “You asked weird questions, first about leaving you, now about mocking you. Do I make you uncomfortable by any chance?”

“Yes.” you did not think about your answer, then registered to your word. Kyungsoo’s eyes widened, for the first time of his life, he could not find anything to say. He never think that he could be the reason of your discomfort. You quickly realized the meaning of your response, while you were swearing at your fucking useless brain, you took a deep breath. “I mean, yes, you do but not because of anything you do.”

“With all my respect to you,” Kyungsoo took his hands off your ankles. “May I ask what the heck you are talking about?”

“I can be uncomfortable when you are around,” your fingers brushed against each other. Kyungsoo realized that little habit of you, you always do this when you wanted to say something which really mattered to you. “Because sometimes your presence gives me heart attacks, Kyungsoo. I do not know to describe the feelings you cause in me; I am not an expert on the field, but what should I have to do when the only one I want to keep for myself is you?”

Your words caught Kyungsoo off his guard, turning him into a mummy who could not perform anything which were preserved for the human beings.

He never ever give himself the permission of hoping such as hearing these words from you.

“I thought I could control myself.” you let every miserable thought of you came out. “But I failed, I cannot press the feelings I have for you anymore. I know it sounds very poor, and I know how much popular you are.”

Kyungsoo heard himself as snorting, but still he was numb. You were peering him, as you have been expecting a response, a voice, a thing. However, Kyungsoo was not able to give anything, he was frozen, tearing off from his wit. He knew that you were going to get wrong deductions of his persistent silence, but his fucking voice was playing hide and seek.

Surprisingly, you continued to talk.

You realized that talking was refreshing and soothing the painful circles which had been staying in the darkest cliffs of your mind. Despite of your usual behaviour when it came to express how you feel, you decided to communicate with Kyungsoo.

Ride or die.

“I know we are friends, and I really afraid of losing you, but I am losing my fucking sanity, Kyungsoo. Day by day, you had been becoming the center of my thoughts. I thought I was better than this, I made all my effort to seal my fondness of you, but it drives me into crazy. Maybe I am just pathetic.”

Was it really your self-perspective? Kyungsoo wished you could perceive yourself from his eyes.

“You? Pathetic?” his voice was cracked, sounded like an old man. “Impossible.”

There was no hesitation in his face.

“You are quite opposite.” he finally managed to vocalize his thoughts. “If you were pathetic, I would immediately warn you.”

Your head was throbbing because of the hidden passion of his voice tone. His gaze became something irresistible, dawdling on your features, focusing on your pinkish lips.

“Thank you, Soo.” you vaguely smiled. This was Kyungsoo being coddling, as Kyungsoo could possibly be. He fucked the things up, then popped in front of your door, pressed you to the wall, had a shitty conversation, nested between your legs, and in the end, told you his opinion of being pathetic or not by pointing he would scold you as he generally did.

“If you would be pathetic,” he continued. “I cannot be so adamant to be close to you. I would be lying if I say I do not want to be with you. Always.”

It was your turn to lose the trail of thoughts.

“You are not the only one who has feelings.” an eerily laugh followed his words. “And you are not the only one who is afraid of losing what we have. Maybe we are both pathetic, who knows? But I am sincere when I tell you that I have interests in you.”

Silence hovered in the air, you watched his face while he was standing in front of you, refusing to take his eyes off you. You knew he was honest as always, he always said what he thinks, what he believes even it could be hurtful.

If your feelings would be platonic, despite of the sake of your friendship, Kyungsoo would tell you at once.

You leaned forward, you reached to his face, his brows were knitted.

“We are idiots, you know that, right?” you smiled to him.

“We always have been.” he assured you with a serious face. You wholeheartedly laughed. “By the way, is it sake or you I have been talking with?”

“I am sober as fuck.” you chuckled. “You?”

“I did not drink as much as you did, you filthy drunkard.” Kyungsoo quickly shifted between moods. “I am abstinent, abstemious and sober as a judge. However, I do not want to hear those poor self-thoughts from you. Never again.”

His fingers lightly stroked your lips. Your breath stuck in your throat, you lost counting how many times you lost yourself in his touch tonight. Anyone else could consider his tone intimating, but you knew Kyungsoo well enough that he really meant you were precious and beautiful in his eyes.

“Okey.” you nod.

You wanted to ask him what you were going to do with seems-very-correspondingfeelings, but you did not want to push him. Kyungsoo wanted to ask you what you what was your plan about him or if you wanted to have a relationship with him, but he kept himself under the yoke and refused to impel you. His hand was still cupping your face.

Suddenly, he started to feel extremely warm.

“Soo,” you placed your hands onto his shoulder. You actually cooed. “I was also serious when I said I want you to teach me.”

Your heart was pounding out of your chest. Your logic was fogged by the heavy desires, and your logic persuaded you, the one who started all of these was Kyungsoo. He was the one who said that scumbag did it wrong, and since he never ridicule someone for doing something wrong if he did not have the knowledge of the right ways.

And also, you wanted him, you wanted to feel him and have a proper taste.

So, you may be looking for the excuses in the book, but the frustrating heat was unbearable. You did not know what was going to be tomorrow, when you wake up, however you were sure of if you would not feel his lips again, you could not survive enough to see the sun again.

You did not care if you were going to torture yourself by having Kyungsoo for this night even when you were going to want him for the rest of your life, when there was always a possibility of losing him.

“Yeah, you said.” Kyungsoo inhaled. “Okey, I really need your words, and you have to promise me if you want to stop the session, you have to be vocal about it.”

“I…” you stopped before gearing up for the way. “I want to learn. I promise.”

“You are making everything hard for me.” Kyungsoo exhaled, staring at your small hands on his shoulders. “Do you know how you sound like? You are inviting me to please you, sweet Jesus, I want to make you feel good. Do you have any idea how hard to keep myself as a fucking one piece?”

“Do not hold yourself back.” you could not believe your own words. Your voice sounded like you were begging him, as you have not done till now. “Please, Soo.”

Kyungsoo thought that he poisoned you with his warped desires, he was not sure if he deserved you or your trust. You willingly put yourself in his palms, and he deeply believed that you deserved to have someone make you feel good, make you happy and feel secured. You deserved to feel fucking good, and Kyungsoo knew that he wished nothing but happiness for you.

But he could not stand the idea of someone else were to make you happy, make you feel good, even if that person could do it right. He was jealous to the bits even thinking about another man, being with you. He wanted to bring you such a high, maybe that was the worst thing to vocalize, however Kyungsoo wished nothing but be that man. He knew you like knowing the back of his hands, there would be one and only for you, you were an old-fashioned girl when it came to love someone.

He knew you would do everything in your power for the one who you loved, and you would keep him as the only man in your life.

And Kyungsoo felt like the most selfish person in the world for wanting it to be him to be loved by you.

He was aware of the fact that teaching you was just an excuse you came up with. You could tell him that you wanted to have a taste of Kyungsoo, you were too shy to say those words, however only you could be brave enough to find an excuse and play that card.

My little fox, Kyungsoo thought. How could I refuse you?

But there was fear.

After hearing you were also interested in him, you had feelings for him enough to make you to invite Kyungsoo to touch you, Kyungsoo was afraid of nothing, but you would change your mind. He could not endure if you were going to tell him that he made you unhappy. What if he was going to seed wrong thoughts and perspectives in your brain such as you feel like unwanted? He could not survive if he was going to hear that he made it wrong like that scumbag.

But you were leaning to his chest, he could feel your heartbeats and warmness. Your breath hovered his neck, and he could feel your velvety lips just over on his skin.

He was dying to feel more of you.

Shit. He really could not help himself.

He held your chin and lifted your head.

“I will do what you wanted.” he made his final decision. “But I have to warn you before starting to teach you. Every nerve of my body steer me towards you. I really want you. Consciously, logically, physically, emotionally. You name it, you get it.”

Your chin dropped at his bluntness. Well, you did not expect to hear those words, and Godfuckingdamnit, if Kyungsoo was going to be vocal and could not stop his goddamn mouth, you were going to burn right now.

“O-okey.” you shuttered. Your entire body tensed beneath his feathery touch, and you felt his touch made your heart rapping at a pace which your lungs could not support.

He closed his eyes.

“Damn.” you heard his low grunt, that made the fire in your stomach worse. “Remember, you promised t-

You could not help.

But kissed his closed eyelids.

Kyungsoo swore on there was no capacity left in his lungs for air as he felt your plumed and delicate kisses on his eyes, from right to left, then you made your way to his eyebrows.

“You have very beautiful eyebrows, Soo.” he heard your whisper, his heart twisted again and again. You had a grip on him, you could revel him in the blink of eye, he had a first handed experience of your power on him. He was riling up even with the idea of being at your call, being at your service, fulfilling your needs and desires as the best way he could. “And your eyes are spectacularly stunning.”

He wished you could stop praising him, otherwise he would just come in his fucking pants after hearing two nice words from you, but to his dismay, you seemed like you could not stop your goddamn mouth tonight.

Even worse, you could not prevent yourself from memorizing the details of his face with your lips and fingers. You laid your lips on his forehead as you got your hands through his stubborn hair to his neck, and you could not be sure if Kyungsoo’s body was actually trembling or if you were persuading yourself on managing to seduce him because you were deadly anxious about the issue.

The things you had no idea on that you already ignited the wheels of the machine, set Kyungsoo on fire and there was no turning back.

“Have I ever told you how much I love when you look at me?” you asked. “Even though when you look at me, I feel like I am going to explode, I love to be the view of your eyes. You are breath-taking, Kyungsoo.”

“Can you stop talking?” Kyungsoo could not hold his grunt anymore. “You cannot say these without noticing how effective they are!”

“Why?” your lips formed around a very little smile. “Don’t tell me you are into praising.”

“You little…” Kyungsoo was shocked due to your sudden transformation from a shy schoolgirl into a sharp brat, but you did not hesitate to make it worse by quickly pressing your lips onto his, then backed off.

“I see you really are.” you raised your eyebrow. There was a devilishly look on your face, you remembered something Baekhyun told you, and you did not hold it back. “So, what would happen if I told you how good you are for me?”

Kyungsoo immediately blushed.

“You are really blushing, Soo!” you exclaimed. “Look at your face!”

“Do not forget,” he deeply growled. “You started this game.”

You were not disappointed that seeing his transformation in the blink of an eye. He grabbed your wrists with one hand and securely pressed them on the pillows while pushing you into the mattress. His face was fucking close to you, your lips parted for him.

“You learned that I am into praising,” he beamed. His eyes started to shine like a boy unwrapping his Christmas gifts under the tree. “From now on, I am definitely going to discover what you are into.”

You wanted to answer by saying that you are irrevocably into him, but Kyungsoo’s lips covered your mouth, but he did not stay on your lips more than enough to make you shut up, he swiftly climbed over your body, slipping his waist between your thighs, his hips were fucking close to set your world on fire.

Kyungsoo did not hesitate to give you a couple of short kisses before fully taking your lips in his, just like he was testing the waters and tasting you before starting to completely ravage you. You had no idea how far he was planning to go; however, you were bloody sure on that if he wanted to encourage you to go to whole way, you were going to say yes. His lips were warm and soft as before, feeling you like you were a fucking addict of him.

You felt things you have never ever felt before to the point where he had you coming to stay in the palms of his hands. It could be your lack of experience, but in the deep of your heart, you knew the fact that it was not about being inexperienced or not, you knew that you were trembling, shuttering, shivering, and shaking because what he has been doing to you and for you was nothing but right.

Feels right.

He paused for a moment, he was out of breath and his face all blushed now. He leaned your forehead, cupping your face while he braced himself up on his right forearm. He kissed your forehead, kissing you fervently, he was drowned in all things about you. Your darkened eyes. Your plump lips. Your silky hair. Your words, your kindness, your firmness. You were composed by the everything Kyungsoo could wish for.

Your voice, begging him to touch you. Persuading him to take you.

Fucking hell, he should have kept himself far away from you. He really had to not listen your words when you said you liked him while you always could leave him in the darkness.

But running away from you was also equal to living in a personal hell, especially after learning the fact that you liked him.

Kyungsoo cupped the back of your neck in his palm and traced your eyebrows with his lips, he could feel the heat of your skin, singing the songs for him. All he could think was eating you alive, devouring you, marking you as his.

All his.

He hated being so clingy and cheesy, but he could not help it.

His lips followed their way from your eyebrows to your earlobe, you gasped when his lips brushed your ear, your hands freely moved and grabbed his shirt, digging your finger onto his flesh.

“Remember your promise.” his breath fanned your neck when he whispered. Godfuckingdamnit.“If I make you uncomfortable at any point, tell me.”

“Stop whispering.” you unconsciously moaned, swallowing hard. He made a mental note of your voice, storing the tone in his mind and boyishly grinned. So, you were into whispering. His fingers trailed the back of your neck, moved to your side, and caressed you gently. Your chest rubbing against him as you squirmed under his body as you could feel his hands pressing your sides, locking you in place, it was like your body responding to his heavy touches so well.

You were feeling weird, but it was not about Kyungsoo.

You were meeting with the most foreign part of your body.

There was an ache building between your thighs that you never ever felt before.

“Soo,” you glanced down to his mouth, then backed up to his eyes. His eyes were darkening with hidden desires that he was holding back all these years. “I am generally not like this.”

Kyungsoo wholeheartedly laughed.

“Oh really?” his face was lit up because of your funny explanation. “I know, you little idiot.”

He could feel you falling apart already, the softest whimpers getting caught in your throat and fuck, he could also feel that those stupidly nice noises you were unconsciously making, their effects go straight his dick, then climbing into his stomach and forcing him to dip his mouth against yours. He took your bottom lip between his teeth, your arms jerked around him, and you could not control your hips rutting against him.

Both of you could feel the pressure forming against to your pelvis.

And you heedlessly grind him, when you did that, he was the one who had to break the kiss.

“Shit,” he muttered, barely loud enough.

But you heard him. You heard him, not only hearing but also recording every reaction he gave to you in a folder in your head. You slide your hands up his shoulders and pulled him back into another kiss, even though you were aware of how much you wanted him, you had no idea of how thirsty you were for Kyungsoo’s lips. He was so careful with you, his touch was so delicate, and he was aware of your body and mind, completely tuned into your responses and reactions. He was reading your needs and limits out of your reactions, by every inch of your body where his fingers shifting against your skin, he was learning and composing a new song to be sung together.

You loved it.

Maybe you were sickly eager to be at his fingertips since ages, but you loved how he cared for you. Your blown pupils and glimmering irises were telling him that he was on the right track as he peppered more kisses on your cheeks, nose, and jawbone.

He dipped his head forward, pressing his lips on your neck where he begun to kiss diligently. This was new for you, it was consuming and tantalizing sensation which had you squirming under Kyungsoo, catching your desperate side, and turning you more needy. Your grip on his shoulders tightened, you clung onto the fabric of his t-shirt, and partly his muscles. One of your hands moved immediately to his hair, tugged the back of his head, and pulled him closer, enough to make his face deeper into the crook of your neck.

You could feel his little smile on your skin.

His hair smelled like bloomed roses, paired with something reminded you the salty fragrance of the sea.

Your heart was on the verge of exploding as your blood pressure was skyrocketing.

Kyungsoo bit you very gently, you could hardly feel his teeth, then he drawn a line on your collarbone with his tongue, your head tilted backwards, opened more place for him and you moaned.

“You are so sensitive, huh?” he mocked, and his tease caught you off guard. You shivered more than before in response as his hands wandered around your waist, pressed you against his chest.

So, you were also into teasing. Kyungsoo made another mental note for the future.

For the future.

Kyungsoo had already decided to never ever let you go. Not after hearing your whimpers. Not after tasting your lips. Not after feeling your curves under his stiff body. Not after being the target of your witty remarks.

You bewitched him in body and soul, and he never want to apart from you. If he had to lock you in a room with himself, he would even do it.

He could feel you trembling in his arms, he knew that if he was going to let another one to have you, he would die in that second. He irrevocably fell apart inside, he hovered over you to get a good look at your face, and it was the nail of his coffin.

Your pixie haircut lost its model, splayed out prettily, your cheeks were blushed, you were panting, and your lips were swollen and parted.

“Please.” you gasped, reaching to him again but Kyungsoo removed your hands over his shoulders, placing a tender kiss on your head. It was obvious that your lungs used all the capacity they had as you were out of air.

“Relax.” he murmured very delicately. “Take a deep breath. We are here to go for a long way.”

He turned back to your neck, finding the point of your pulse, circling around the point with his index finger while peppering your collarbone with kisses, touching you less to provide you with the chance of taking a full breath of air. He realized once again the amount of trust you just put in him. He knew that you did not do any of these before, you were totally handing yourself to Kyungsoo, blindly believing in him, the way of feeling proud was making his heart to swell in his chest. He resisted to the need of taking a good look on your curves, he also kept his instincts telling him to run his hands over your body in control. Instead, he made the eye contact and looked at your face when he lifted his head, then he hovered above your shoulder, waited for you till he could feel your breathing was under control.

“I am good.” you sighed.

He took the clue, then his mouth once more connected to your pulse point. He loved to feel your heartbeats beneath his lips and tongue. To be honest he really wanted to suck your sensitive flesh, however he knew that your skin was too pale and delicate, easily be bruised and he did not want to give you that horrible lavender colour as he was informed how much you disliked the bruises. You were extremely clumsy, enough to make him to want building a bubble around you to keep you always safe, however since that was impossible, he had to see and count the bruises and wounds all over your legs and arms.

So, he kept his desires under the yoke.

There were different ways of marking you as his.

He could do that, right? He could make you feel so good, enough to forget every possible name maybe you were keeping in your mind or the invisible rivals whose could always come to your way? He could carve his name in your heart, he could burn you well, so you could not remember anything but Kyungsoo.

What he did still not fully grasp was the fact that Kyungsoo was already the one and only for you.

While he was kissing your neck and collarbone, your fingers made their way from his shoulder to his toned chest and digging into his muscles. Slowly, very slowly, Kyungsoo began to slide the straps of your dress, driving you into crazy and your chest came on display. You always thought it would be very embarrassing, you did not like to be seen by anyone, but when Kyungsoo pressed his bonny fingers onto your chest, you fucking lost it.

It was not embarrassing. It was nothing like you could think of. You just wanted to look beautiful for him, when he lay his palm against your breast, you did not think anything but how much you wanted to please him. His eyes glazed over to your face, by keeping the eye contact, he slightly cupped your breast and gently squeezed.

Your eyes blown up, and you wiggled like a worm again beneath his body, that simple move alarmed your nerves and gave you goosebumps. Your heart thumped around in your throat, rammed against to your ribs just like a bird who wanted to achieve freedom.

“Is this okey?” Kyungsoo asked, his eyes were covered with a glistening thick layer of lust, his voice sounded darker and lower, doubling the tingles he was causing on you, you wanted nothing but crawling into his body. At the same time, he wanted to keep himself, he was afraid of pushing you more than you could ask for, however your fucking choice of undergarment made it almost impossible for him. He did not think Sehun also chose this for you, you were not the type of woman who could go and ask for the fashionable undergarments.

This stupidly attractive bralette must be your own taste, a dark navy bralette was covering your breasts softly, looking wonderful on your pale skin and the decorative details which composed by lace was wrapping your chest.

He closed his eyes for a second, he was not sure if he could survive or not.

You were drowning into the foggy thoughts, but even in this situation, you could not miss a single thing about Kyungsoo. You sharply observed something was wrong with him, and you were scared out of your mind.

You immediately thought that something was wrong with you.

Your insecurities did not wait for even a single moment, and quickly started to howl in your head. Your body stiffed like a rock, your fingers spasmed on his chest.

“What happened?” Kyungsoo reacted to your transformation as your body was frozen in his arms just like he was holding a sculpture which was carved out of ice. You shook your head, but due to the tension you got under your skin, the tears formed around the edges of your eyes.

You hated yourself.

“Can you tell me what is wrong?” Kyungsoo asked, he thought he fucked the things up so badly, he pushed you too much, he made you afraid of him.

“You didn’t like it.”

“Ha?”

That was the best shot he could give. You were embarrassed to death, but you forced yourself to make an explanation, you pointed the bralette you were wearing, Jesus, the only reason you purchased this type of underwear, was… Well. It was very obvious why you owned a couple of good undergarments.

And why you chose to bring them with you.

Kyungsoo followed the direction you were pointing to, his eyes widened, and he swallowed hardly. Were you an idiot? How could he manage to not like the view since he was waiting to see it since ages? Godfuckingdamnit, the view in front of his eyes was worth for all the years.

Then he really registered to the meaning.

You were anxious more than he thought, and you wanted to be praised by him. When he closed to his eyes, you got the wrong impression.

He concluded that you were an idiot, but he loved you more than anything for also being so clueless. Your reactions were priceless.

You felt Kyungsoo’s lips on your finger, then in your palm. Your eyes immediately opened.

“I love it.” he directly looked at your eyes with all the power in his gaze. You literally bit your lips in order to keep that fucking need of whining under your control. “Now, watch me.”

“For what?”

“I am going to show you,” his mouth watered after he took a really good look at your chest. “How much I love it.”

Your body tingled after his words; he did not miss a second and dipped his head onto the vault between your breasts. You could not help but wonder where in the hell Kyungsoo learned how to do these things and how he could be so fucking good at.

He hooked his thumb around the strap of your bralette and slide it down your shoulder, lifting his head and pressing his lips onto the new patch of skin. You were going ballistic when you felt his tongue, your hands searched anything to hold on for your dear life. Kyungsoo’s breath caught in his chest, he has been leaving soft kisses along the line between your neck and shoulder, his hand curved around your waist as he yanked your dress down and tugged it all the way down to your spine, granted himself the opportunity to easily take you out of that fucking dress. You tugged on his shirt, half of your face was submerged in the yellow dim lights, however the fact of your brain already went to mush was palpable.

Kyungsoo nod once, looked at you, and rubbed his hips against your core.

“Damn you, Soo.”

He chuckled when he heard your sweetest moan. He felt your quivery fingers found their ways around his hair, sneaked to his neck, while you were pressing his head onto your chest and giving him more opportunities to taste you. Shit, you were smelling so good, your skin was too soft, and your heart was drumming. Your bodies are pressed together, you were melting in each other, your thighs were wrapped around his hips, you were touching him, he was touching you.

There was no surprise he could not fucking breath.

As his eyes poured into yours, your stomach churned. You were throbbing for him; his hair was splayed between his head and the vault between your breasts, and you felt something which was coming into life in the very deep of you.

Something wet.

You did not experience it till now, but you listened a lot of stories from Baekhyun and Chanyeol. They assured you on one day you were going to need this information, so you knew what the fuck was happening to you.

You were soaking, clenching around nothing, and to your dismay, all he has done was kissing you. He was unravelling you slowly, and you were taking everything he was giving to you like you had been starving since years. When it came to experience, you were totally ignorant, but in the secrecy of your head, you knew that if he would want to slide himself inside of you right now, you were going to take him like a very good girl.

You closed your eyes, then you sensed a stingy feeling on your breast.

He bite the hardening bud of your breast as your eyes blown up.

“Oho.” his voice was fucking dominant and demanding, his eyebrows were knitted but he was glaring at you with the softest look you have ever seen in his eyes. “I said, watch me.”

Embarrassment?

It was already left the room out of the window as you lifted your head and concentrated on him.

Kyungsoo brought his face closer to your collarbone, remained exposed and placed a gentle kiss on the sternum, and did not neglect your clavicles. You wondered why he did not take the bralette off, or if he was going to do, however you were so messed up to think clearly. You were trying to solve the problem, if the increasing pace of your heart was about the arousal or stimulation, however when he nudged your nipple with his fingers, all questions immediately faded away. His fingers circled around it as he lifted his head to watch your reactions.

You thought that your eyes must be wholly black because your pupils expanded to their limits.

Then he made everything worse for you by bringing his mouth down on your breast over the fabric of your bralette, kissing along the soft tissue. Your gasps were so sharp, you cried out.

Kyungsoo fought against himself in order to behave and have his fucking manners while every nerve of his body beg him to take you right there, right now, as that bloody sweet sounds of you reached out to his ears. He never ever hear your moans, to be honest he was certain on that no one heard the noises you made, but he imagined it before.

God, it was too wrong maybe, but he imagined all of these before.

He made all of these and beyond with you in his mind, again and again.

To be honest, Kyungsoo’s mind always dangerously wandered around you. He reserved the vastest place of his mind just for you, for every version of you, from the best friend to the partner in crime, from a witty brat to a trustworthy companion, from a bashful girl to the most alluring woman. Generally, he just think about the days you were spending together, noticing something that you pointed out in the library, laughing for the lame jokes you made all the time, finding your notebook full of your shitty handwriting in his bag, or coming across to a note you took on his currently readings. Damn, Kyungsoo loved to read even your fucking gibberish. Or he just harkened back to the moments that you gave him handmade bento boxes for the lunch, even though he was cooking better than you or sitting next to him without saying anything. Laying down on the grass together or walking around the campus during nights. He just recalled the moments of your presence like all memories you had were pearls for him such as the times you were waiting him to be back in front of the dorms with an umbrella because of the sudden raining.

But sometimes, he was imagining you in your lewdest forms, while he always make you to feel fucking wonderful in those dreams. You just entangled in his thoughts with the moment you made a speech with sinfully deceptive red dress, or running to his open arms after summer break, whispering to his ear when you were watching a movie in theatre or he remembered that you came out of bathroom without noticing he was also in your flat, smelling so fucking good and the water splashes were dripping off your body, your widening eyes when you noticed his presence and immediately started to curse him, making him burst into laughs with your vocabulary, or the moments your hands clashed each other, or you were stretching your body like a cat… He immediately caught them, stored them his mind and then, when he was all by himself, hooking them in the sea of memories.

God, he painted many pictures of you in his thoughts.

He had been thinking about you a lot, how he could touch you if you would allow him.

That’s why he was so fucking damn good at it.

He knew everything about you, he had been watching you for his dear life. He was aware of how you should be touched. How you should be cared. How you should be loved. He knew that you were made of steel, but you were also made of cotton candies. When you allow someone to be with you, that bastard had to create a perfect balance between carefulness and coarseness.

You should be bend, not broken and Kyungsoo was fucking devoted to do it rightly.

He wanted nothing but hearing his own name like a chant from your mouth, he wondered how you would sound like when his name was the only thing you could say.

He took a look at you, and he thought you were ready for the next step. Hell, he was born ready for doing these to you. As an answer to the silent question in your mind as he could feel it, he slide the straps of your bralette and swiftly stripped you out of it. When your bare chest come to display, he lost his self-control, as he did not spend any single second to clamp down on your nipple, digging his hands into your sides.

He was sure of you started to leak between your thighs as the increasing heat was alarming him, as you could feel he was literally hard against you.

“Fuck…” you murmured, closing your eyes, then immediately opened them widely as you remembered his command about watching him. You knew that he had a strong will and self-control, you did not know how much you affected him, but you could not take any risk which could make him to stop. You had to watch him.

Kyungsoo kissed your nipples softly, his hands glided upwards and caressed your flesh, his touch was an equilibrium of gentleness and roughness, had your body squirming more than before, then he took your bud between his fingers, tweaked it and devilishly smiled to you. One of his hands cupped your breast, while the other moved downward, sneaking inside of your dress and his fingers softly brushed to your inner thighs.

Another moan ripped from your throat, to be honest you started to feel like an earthenware and Kyungsoo was your potter.

“Is this okey?” as he clearly intended to peel your dress off you, knowing what you were going to say, but still asking for permission. You were melted in his hands you were amazed by the fact that he was really taking good care of you. Despite of your lack of experience, you could understand the situation was really unbearable not only for you, but also for him as you could see his eyes, darkening and his jaw, clenching more and more by every second.

“More than okey.” you mumbled inside of your mouth, your answer caused a luminescent glow on his facial expression, he rolled the fabric above your head, Jesus, he badly wanted to rip you out of this fucking dress.

“I have to say,” he chased the unveiled skin with his lips. “You have no idea how much I wanted to punch Sehun on the face.”

“W-why?” you tried to hold on your reasoning.

“This dress,” he grunted, threw your dress to the floor, and slithered himself throughout your body. “Is nothing but a sin.”

He gently bite your tummy, you wriggled inadequately, Kyungsoo found a new way to torture you, the whimpers fumbled past your lips reminded him how easy to tickle you.

He had never ever said he was a saint.

He held you between his arms, in his iron grip, then skimmed your belly with his nose, you wagged like a puppy tail as you tried to free yourself, your effort made him burst into laughs. You saved one of hands while he was laughing, punched his shoulders, he pinched your side as his response to your poor attack.

“Do not worry.” his smile was nothing but diabolical, and a sick part of you dangerously captivated by seeing that. “I am not going to leave you hanging.”

Godfuckingdamnit, you were not sure what he actually meant, but you were dying to learn.

Was it really terrible of you to think all of these made him yours? Could you really endure it if he would have these moments with someone else? Could you bare it if someone else got to see his eyes, glittering with ardour, love, and care?

You could not.

Your fingers desperately tugged onto his brown hair, you wanted to believe that if you held him strongly, no one could take him from you. The only thing you had to do was clutching him with all your power.

Kyungsoo looked at your eyes, your gaze was dissolving him as you were carefully watching even the tiniest move he made, he could see his own reflection in your pupils.

Wasn’t it enough to mark you as his girl?

You were standing in front of him, with only your panties, dark navy panties, what the heck you were wearing Goddamnit?!

His heart spasmed.

“You are going to be death of me.” he spilled the beans as he looked at the parts of your body where no one see before him. Well, you were embarrassed, it was tangible from the crimson red tone, which was spreading all over your face and chest, however at the same time, you enjoyed seeing his broadened eyes and he became slack-jawed as he wandered his fingers over the panties.

Well, he was not only one who became slack- jawed!

And you begun to notice that you were too compliant. Maybe you could not play this game with the rules, but you wanted to see him as he was perceiving you. Before Kyungsoo could make his next move, you held the hem of his shirt.

“Is this okey?” you echoed his persistent question, raising one eyebrow. His jawbone was tightening, but he did not say anything, the sudden silence was enough to let you hear his gulp and to see his Adam’s apple bobbled. He lifted his arms to help your sloppy hands.

“Take it off if you want.” he said between his teeth. You happily engaged in the task, in a second, his t-shirt joined to your dress on the floor. This was your first time to see his bare chest, Kyungsoo felt a little bit shaky to be honest when you literally examined his upper body with your eyes.

Actually, you were fucking him with your eyes.

“Kyungsoo.”

“Yeah?”

“You are really so pretty.”

“Oho!” his ears turned to red, but he felt like he was over the moon after your very simple words. You were definitely amazed by his beauty as you licked your lips unconsciously. “Shut up, you filthy woman.”

“You were licking my breast, Jesus Christ,” you hissed. “And I am the one who is filthy?!”

“Your comparison is shitty.” he gave you a feverish kiss. “I am worse than you.”

“Ah, that makes everything clear.” you nod, as he followed the direction in his mind with his lips that are fucking velvety, soft, and warm. He grabbed your leg, bending it at the knee and placing your ankle on his shoulder.

What the fuck he was aiming to do?

You remembered what Baekhyun told you during a night that he was drunk and out of his mind, you were immediately panicked but Kyungsoo sensed it. Well, he wanted nothing but pressing his mouth on your cunt, however he knew that it was too early for taking that step.

He did not want you to be freaking out.

“Calm down.” he smiled at you. “I told you we are not going to do anything you do not want.”

He kissed your Achilles and peppered kisses along your calf, he had you go fucking ballistic. You were not sure if you were panicking anymore or not, the heat between your thighs became a literal suffer, and your heart was ready to burst, you could feel there were knots tightening with every second in your stomach.

This bastard was going to make you cry, if he was not going to give you any type of relief.

“Kyungsoo,” your sound was desperate and vulnerable. Finally, he got his name as a fucking moan from you, he learned how it would be, the way of your lips chanting his name over and over again. He could see your panties ruined, you made a mess over there, and to be honest, Kyungsoo never felt so proud in his life like he has been feeling tonight.

You were needy, and all his.

He leaned forward and kissed along your inner thighs, your grip on his hair tightened, he almost laugh with sheer joy.

“It is really cute.” he could not help but teased you. “I mean how wet you are already, even though I just get started.”

“Damn you.”

“If I were you,” he dragged his tongue through the crease, where your thigh met your pelvis. “I would not curse me.”

You bit your tongue to suppress your cry, your fingers weakened, and your legs were twitching.

“I…” you tried to come up with something classy, but Kyungsoo kissed you.

Over there.

“Please!” you cried with the power of your lungs allowed you.

He wanted to give. He wanted to give everything you could ask for. He wanted to follow your instructions, your reactions, and goddamn, it was really so hard for him, he was fighting himself from the beginning, fighting with the utter and absolute need of having you. Your breathing, that sinful noise of you, the violent shudder of your body, all of them was burned into his head, the image of you carved into his eyelids and he was fucking sure you would hunt him for the rest of his life.

He dragged his index finger along your folds, quickly gliding over the wetness and tapped on your clit with the tip of his finger. A bare touch, nothing more nothing less but he had you, you grabbed his wrist, looking at him with big-doe eyes with tears on the edges. Kyungsoo pulled his hand away from your cunt but storing the reaction you gave to his feathery touch.

It was easy to see you wanted him to continue but you were also terrified by the speed.

He tempted to completely pull away, he could not help but feared if he pushed you so hard, enough to make you hate his touch, or him. Kyungsoo’s head was spinning as you were still holding his wrist and panting like his touch burned you.

Actually, it did. Behind every kiss, every touch, everything he did to you, there were his thoughts he never vocalize, not only his lust for you but his love and care for you. That’s why his touches were permanent, they were going to stay on your skin for the rest of your life.

“Do you trust me?” he whispered.

Trust him?

You could laugh, if you were not extremely turned on by him, but there was no capacity in your power storage to do it. Kyungsoo should already know the fact that he was the one and only person you trust unconditionally and irrevocably.

You took his hand and brought it back to yourself, where his fingers brushed over your nipple. Your hands were shaking to death, but Kyungsoo understood what you wanted to show him. You were not going to know how much your answer reassured him.

“Good.”

Damn you and your fucking spells on him, damn you for being the prettiest in his eyes.

He could feel himself soaking through his pants while your leg was still hooked over his shoulder, his hands wandered up to your sides, brushing over your ribs and stomach. He dipped his head again on your tummy and he sprinkled feathery kisses, switching from one side to other side until your brain melted out of your ears, and the only thing you could understand was his lips, memorizing every curve, every line and mark on your skin. His breathes tickled you, you were desperate enough, your instincts were telling you that you had to relieve yourself, you had to find a way, your fingers wandered over to your panties, however Kyungsoo was too fast to notice your every move.

“I do not presume you tried to do this before.” he caught your naughty fingers. “Tell me the truth. Have you ever tried to touch yourself?”

“Oh, fuck off!” you preferred to die instead of answering his question. You could feel the heat on your cheeks, the only thing he had to do was taking a look at your face, and he did that. One look at you was enough to inform him.

He was going to never ever tell you this, but he was more than shocked when he understood you also did not touch yourself before.

“You cannot be serious…” you heard his shocked voice, you covered your face with your hands, he had to take them off your face.

“Isn’t it more precious now?” he pressed your hands on the mattress. “You have really made a mess of yourself without knowing a single thing.”

“Shut your damn mouth.” you were panting, embarrassed to death, but his gaze settled on you, he was really damn hard had him on the verge of shifting against the bed, he had to repress his own moans.

“I do not think so.” a shiver ran down your spine as his rich baritone filled your ears.

“You cannot say that!” you refused his words, trying to refill the air in your lungs.

“Does it turn you on,” he whispered to your ear. “Hearing me state the facts?”

You attempted to kick him, he laughed and grabbed your foot. Then, he pressed his lips to your swollen folds over the fabric of your panties, damn, your thighs clenched around his body. He continued to hold your wrists as your hips jerked beneath his mouth, had you growling from the back of your throat. He was driving you fucking insane.

“You wanted me to teach you.” he lifted his head, enough to make an eye contact with you. “This was how someone should touch you. You have to want relief desperately before their mouth land anywhere near here, they have to touch every inch of your skin, they have to unravel you.”

You were dripping after every word he said, you were registering to every sound he made, you were soaking and aching, your heart was beating against your ribs with a force you could not endure.

“However,” he slide your panties, enough to create a space for himself. “You do not have to think about others, because I do not intend to let you go.”

How could you describe your feelings when you heard those words? How could you tell him you could not stand it if anyone else would do the things he had been doing right now to you? You knew that you could not hand yourself over to anybody but Kyungsoo.

“Unless you want me to let you go.” He released your wrists, you immediately reached to his face, caressing his cheeks, your fingertips stroked his cheekbones.

“I do not think so.” you gave the same answer he gave you just a couple of minutes ago. “If it happens, it happens, but I am not going to seek anyone else.”

Your answer made him want to cry.

He swallowed hard, partially satisfied with your response, damn he would prefer to hear a certain answer without an open door, but he leaned into your touch before he pressed his lips in your palm.

“Good.” he guided your hands into his brown tuffs. “Now, I will say it again, but this is the last one. Tell me to stop if you do not like what I am going to do. You do not need to think if I will be offended or not, I will not.”

Your mouth watered in anticipation, you hummed.

“Words.” he bite your finger.

“Goddamnit, okey!” your eyebrows knitted together with unsatisfaction, but Kyungsoo knew that you were happy at the moment.

And Kyungsoo needed you to be happy as he was fucking tempted to turn you fucking stupid. He wanted to hear your voice, he wanted to give you reasons to imagine everything he could do to you, and he could let you to do him.

He wanted you to cry his name like a carol, until his name would be the only think you could say.

He knew that how he could make you feel good quickly, but he was not an idiot. To be honest, you were more than ready to cum, a few licks and strokes on the right places would finish you. However, Kyungsoo was not ready to let you, not before he could be certain you were going to always come back to him, not before the memories were eternally burned into his head, not before he could engrave his love into your heart, mind, and body.

He circled his tongue around your clit, very carefully. Every lick was fucking calculated, he wanted to hang you just there as he watched your face between your thighs, as he listened your blabbers. Seeing you like this was literally and figuratively so hard for him, however he had no intention to lose his chance with you.

He wanted you for himself. For the rest of his life. Even though he wanted nothing, but take you immediately, he could behave better.

“Goddamnit, please…” you whimpered like you were on the verge of crying. “I.. I want…”

“You want?” he mumbled, blown to your clit and teasing you with his tongue.

His thumb knocked against your bud, neglecting the spot where you craved for him, he just brushed your folds and bud lightly, you had been becoming louder. It was like a circle of pleasure and torture, you were squirming, clenching, and burning.

“Do you want to cum?” he asked fucking bluntly. You never think that Kyungsoo could be shameless like this, devilish at this level, logically you disliked his sudden cockiness but a really sick side of you, the side in the driver seat, found the wicked version of Kyungsoo fucking hot.

You nod your head at a rapid pace, making him chuckled.

“No baby girl.” he turned and hovered over your clit, securing your legs over his shoulder. “Not yet.”

You groaned with a sudden anger, but he shut your voice by sucking your swollen bud, he was growling inside of him when he felt your toes curled, he could not help but he was also grinding his hips into the mattress, your moans were stimulating him so fucking bad. His fingernails dig into your hips, as he held you in your place, but he started to moan too. Every vibration went straight to your clit.

You could not think.

You could not speak.

You have been dragged into a place of euphoria where you had no idea of its presence, however Kyungsoo fed your veins with nothing but pure pleasure. You could feel that the knot in your stomach has been tightening and heating, you were so close to your first orgasm. You could feel it. You could almost name it.

Kyungsoo let you go.

He pulled his mouth off your cunt entirely and lifted his head.

He trapped you on the edge of your fucking first orgasm of your entire life.

“Why?!” you panted, panicking, and looking at him, searching for any possible reason of this sudden cruelty. His face was burning too, his eyes were never blackened before, however your frustration was fucking obvious. “Why d-”

“You are not ready to cum yet.” he cut your plea off, his hands moved from your hips up to your waist.

“Soo, please…” you could not help but whimpered with irritation. Your voice was so bitter, even though you called him as Soo.

“You will.” he kissed your lips gently, carefully destroying everything you felt in your stomach. “When I let you.”

You could be burn, turn into the ashes in the blink of an eye, on this fucking bed, and could he still talk with fucking future tenses?!

You bite his upper lip, enough to irk him to let him know about how much annoyed you were. The corners of his lips went up, he dragged you towards himself and literally manhandled you over his lap, making you to straddle him.

Your eyes widened to their extend as you could feel every part of Kyungsoo while he supported his back with the pillows, while leaning on them.

You. could. feel. every. fucking. move. on. your. lady. parts.

You groaned, a mix of frustration and excitement.

Kyungsoo held your hips and making you grin onto his lap.

“Better, right?” he brushed his nose to yours.

Your lips parted and formed around a silent O-shape; your hands locked on his neck. He pressed on your hips, enough to make you move in a row, but very slow. You started to feel the knot in your stomach again, however, Kyungsoo was fucking slow, and he did not let you to move with your own pace.

Kyungsoo was almost losing his fucking sanity with every friction you cause while you were grinding on top of him. He knew that he had to slow you, otherwise, he was going to not survive. Your taste was still on his tongue, your voice was still on his ears, he could not survive.

“Kyungsoo, please.” you lost the count, you even did not remember how many times you whimpered, you moaned, you asked him to finish his torture. He was keeping you inside this insatiable mix of delight and exasperation, he was insisting to keep you on the edge.

“You can.” your face lit up after his words, but he quickly continued. “Only if can tell me how you should be touched.”

He added more pressure to your hips, wanting to highlight the importance of his words, and making your moves a little bit faster. The stars were dancing in front of your eyes, and he slipped his hand inside of your panties, adding more pressure to your clit.

“Come on, do you want to stay here for all night?”

Kyungsoo wanted to hear what your learned tonight from your mouth even more than relieving himself. His throbbing cock was not an issue to compare with your observations.

He wanted to learn if he could carve his image into your head or not.

And this was his one and only chance. He could not be sure if you were going to let him to do all of these again, even though he said that he never let you go.

He had to know.

“Because I can easily hold you here for the rest of your life.”

You shivered, but you felt like he really could hold you on the edge forever, and you were already a mess.

You gave the only answer you could give.

Very bottom of your heart.

As plain as fuck.

“You have to touch me.” you whispered.

Kyungsoo just looked at you, he was frozen after your answer.

“You are the only one I want.” you were plain as fuck. “I learned that I should be touched by you.”

[seishirology]

Blue Lock as Types of Problematic babies I hate!!

missing kotaro + mamizuka twins are open :D honestly this was a weird one, it just came to me while I was thinking, and I really went, "wow- blue lock boys would totally be problematic babies-" WARNING ; there will be a lot of slander and what seems like hate speech but I'm just complaining about babies includes ; isagi, bachira, rin, nagi, shidou, sae + ego A/N ; these are my opinions only!! There's also ego up there cause he's more problematic then the actual blue lock boys. I also use the term "baby/babies" loosley, often using it interchangeably with toddler, so sorry about that masterlist

ISAGI YOICHI

I feel like isagi is that one baby that reaches out for someone else when he's handed to you

I hate babies like isagi

he's also the one that wakes up in the middle of the night, and ruins everything by crying

you can see it in his eyes when he cries he's doing it on purpose

but when he's not crying he's zoning out and it's the weirdest thing ever to witness

he's just sitting there drooling and his pupils are moving like chameleon eyes-

but he'd be a cute baby though

but changing his diaper often comes with a big surprise

I feel like he'd never poop his diaper-

like ever

but once his mom comes around or something the whole room stinks up so bad you could pass out

his baby rating is a 4/10 because he's cute but I like sleep more than babies like him

BACHIRA MEGURU

😐😶😐

even as a baby I feel like he'd be freaky

not in the dirty way, I just feel like he's the type to eat play-doh and actually like it

he "kind of" reminds me of Takuma Mamizuka

he's the type of kid to willingly go with a stranger for candy, completely forgetting all the warnings his mother's given him

bachira has probably never cried over dogs dying in movies as a child, he probably laughed it off or something

would totally hurt your feelings if you asked him about something, he's a child and ha no filter

wouldn't lie to you for candy, if you asked baby meguru to tell you if your dress was ugly he would tell you it's ugly if he thought so

standards are wayyy too high even though he's a child

the type to loudly judge a daycare's wall colour

doesn't let the babies sleep in their cribs, always bothering them

torn between wanting to become a painter like his mom or becoming a soccer player

always brings a ball to daycare and won't leave without it

not to make it depressing, but he probably sits alone in a corner holding his ball talking to the monster he plays with

8/10 I won't give him a ten because he doesn't sugarcoat words

ITOSHI RIN

man-

I don't want to deal with kids like him

"my brother's the best-" "my brother's the coolest!" "Your brother is lame! Mine's cool!"

I love my brother my ass

he never shuts up about his brother

whenever he opens his mouth you get the urge to staple his lips together to prevent him from talking ever again

really really cute though

his cheeks are so squishable they're like memory foam

but he always comes in wearing the ugliest clothes ever-

neon green shirt, blue jacket, and plaid shorts

dresses like he's from the 2000s and his parents just let him leave looking like a hot mess

hates daycare workers because they never want to listen to him talk about his brother

really hates the baby cribs because he's not allowed to sleep on them

really upset that he has to sleep on the floor mats instead of a dignified crib like the babies

2/10 he's cute, I love him, but -8 points for talking too much

NAGI SEISHIRO

um,,,,,no

can I reject babies like him???

literally the creepy babies who stare back at you whenever you're holding them

almost never cries because he's too dignified for it, but he screams a whole lot

always talking gibberish though, he acts like other people can understand him

gets really defensive if you talk about his mom at all near him

like you could just be there going, "wow his mom's pretty-" and he'll start yelling in baby talk at you

glares at daycare workers because he always hears them talking about his mom

really relaxed at home, you'd forget he was there if he didn't drool on the couch

falls asleep everywhere except at daycare

he goes to the daycare everyday but he still isn't used to it

thinks he has some type of superpower and brags to the other babies about it in baby talk

or so I assume

nagi's also seems like the type of baby to hate everyone equally, he has no favourite you're all the same

except his mom of course

7/10 because he won't let you talk about his mom

SHIDOU RYUSEI

I-

no thank you take him back

he's the scariest toddler you'll ever come across

bullies other kids at the daycare, one time tried to give a baby a papercut but it didn't work out and he was sent to the time out corner

I do feel like he's got good toddler mental health

doesn't let anybody step over him or the boundaries he's set for them specifically

hates everyone though, he doesn't like babies because they cry, teens and adults because they don't treat him equally, and other toddlers because he thinks they're ugly

really good sense of empathy though, and often consoles other children who cry despite him trying to give them papercuts all the time

sometimes just laughs out loud like a maniac by himself, but he only does it because he enjoys everyone's reactions

LOVES LOVES LOVES movies with guns and everything, he finds them really cool

shidou is also really good at remembering things that were done to him and holding grudges or favouring someone

what you do to him will be returned tenfold

cries whenever he gets shots and hates the dentist because when they scrape plaque off the back of his teeth his gums swell up

4.2/10 because I think he'd try to give me a papercut when we first meet or something not only that but if I accidentally hit him or what he'd probably hit back back with a chair or something like that

ITOSHI SAE

isn't much better than rin

"my brother scores better than you-" "you call that a goal? even my baby brother can do better!" "who taught you how to dribble? my brother's legs are short but they work better than yours!"

on a soccer team for young kids and can't stop comparing his teammates to rin

he's always talking about how his brother does better, is cuter, has squishy cheeks, is cute, is very adorable

sometimes when he looks at rin he bursts out crying because he's so cute and doesn't ever want him to grow up

loves his brother a lot, you could almost say his only reason for living is rin

it is unknown whether he loves rin or soccer more

doesn't like going to daycare but he tags along sometimes whenever he doesn't have to go to kindergarten

plays with rin and only rin everyone else can go,,,,,play

always complaining to his parents how they should stop going to the daycare because they're making rin sleep on the floor

can never say he hates rin

he's a very good talker for a child

knows how to get on everyone's good side

but avoids all adults and other children like they're the plague

sometimes he brings a soccer to daycare and plays with the other kids when rin asks

loves any daycare worker if they show the even the slightest interest in soccer

8.6/10 I would love a kid like him, but he should learn how to stfu about rin though -1.4 points because he sounds like a tiger parent and I can't deal with that rn

EGO

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no please not a problem child

he's that genius kid your parents are always comparing you to

never happy with his results

hates losing and will rub it in your face whenever he wins

literally doesn't let anyone else win

he's that kid that's more benevolent than adults

at family functions he's your little cousin who does so much better than you why can't you be like him

pitiful and I don't like to pity people

probably cries in the bathroom at daycare and stays in there for hours wondering if someone will notice he's gone

I would like to give him a hug

but he build walls that stretch longer than the great wall of china and are higher than the walls in aot

the kid you hate because he's better than you

I think he's hated for unjust reasons

the type of kid you only hate when you first meet him but once you get to know him you hate him even more but in an affectionate way if you understand

7.8/10 because he seems like a great kid, but I don't have the guts to get close to kids like him

I must say I enjoyed trash talking babies much more than I expected. But it slowly went from complaining straight up about babies to baby headcanons