#*shakes you by the shoulders* DO YOU FUCKING UNDERSTAND

[ghouljams]

Make a Meal

This is for @glitterypirateduck 's Ghost challenge :) I completely misread the "Making a meal for the other person" as "Making a meal out of the other person" and then was too far gone in my writing to reign it back in.

I guess this fits "A lustful moment turns unexpectedly romantic/meaningful" and "Accidentally falling asleep on each other" better...

Simon is eating you out in slow strokes, nestled nice and cozy under a blanket while you read. It's a lovely low thrum of pleasure. There's no rush, no need to make you come, just Simon indulging himself. Feeling you, tasting you, enjoying you. He's always like this when he comes home from deployment. Months in the field with just military rations and his mask take a toll on him, one you can never hope to understand, but you're determined to help with in any way he needs. Which includes helping him find his center again.

When you'd first started dating you'd thought his homecomings would be more explosive. You'd thought all the pent up need and months away from you would harden him, make him fuck you with an animal need that couldn't be sated until you were sobbing into his shoulder. And it was, until you realized how tired he was. Until the first time he's slumped into your embrace in the entryway and muttered about doing right by you later. Then it had been enough just to help him to bed, to lay with him and feel the gentle unspooling of his muscles against you.

He never slept his first night home, and you'd wake up with his hand low on your stomach, his fingers stroking over the soft skin until you asked if he needed anything. He always hesitated before shaking his head. (You're so different from him, always so different, that's why he liked you, why he took to you so quickly. You were nothing like his work, nothing like the people he knew: gentle, kind, quiet when he needed it, and soft in all the best places. He could never get enough of you to last him through deployment no matter how short it was.) It would take him a solid week to get back to sleeping normally with you, a week of asking what he needed and getting nowhere. Really you should have known, Simon's always been a show rather than tell kind of guy.

The first night he spread your legs, sand still clinging to his hands, fresh from the airport, really it was closer to morning than night. He shushed you with gentle reassurances and a promise that he wouldn't disturb you. "Please love," He'd added, "won't even know I'm 'ere." You were half asleep but you helped him get your sleep shorts off, and spread your legs for him, tried to rouse yourself back to wakefulness enough for sex, but it never came. Simon settled between your legs and pulled his tongue against your slit in gentle strokes, letting warmth pool between your legs without any of the immediate need you so often found when you were awake.

His tongue flicked against your clit, gentle, almost teasing, before resuming its careful exploration. The feeling registered and then settled into a constant buzz, a soft heat that ebbed and flowed. Something you could fall back asleep with, he was so gentle with you, worshipful. When you woke up in the morning his head was resting against your thigh, his ribs expanding and contracting with the soft breath of sleep. It was the first time you'd seen him sleep so well, so soon, after getting home. You didn't hesitate the next time he crawled between your legs.

Now it's a routine, one you've done a dozen times at least, and one you've been able to witness the entirety of. It's the sort of thing Simon will do for hours, a meditation between your soft thighs, a reminder that there's something under the mask even when he can't find Simon hiding behind Ghost anymore. He's always gentle with you, his tongue touching you like you're something delicate to be savored. Sometimes you come, often you don't. It's not for you.

You love it though. The times when Ghost gets home in the middle of the day, when you can pick him up from the airport and drive home with his hand settled heavy on your thigh, are the times you like best. When you can enjoy the company more than the sex. When you can feel the way Ghost's breathing softens as Simon comes back to you, the slow drop off of his attention until his head slumps against you and you know he's fallen asleep. Sometimes you'll scoot down so he can rest his head on your stomach, other times you'll find his cheek already pressed to your thigh, still others you lift the blanket and he's face down against the mattress snoring away.

You turn the page in your book, feeling the way the low buzz of pleasure throbs as your eyes skirt over the start of a smutty scene. Simon must feel it, his tongue pausing before he drags it up to suck on your clit. You jerk at the sudden pressure, pull your moan back into a whine that only seems to encourage Simon. His tongue flicks against your clit between hard sucks, tracing purposefully over your slit to wiggle against your entrance. He works you up so quickly after teasing you for so long, and mumbles for you to keep reading, to ignore him. As if you could when his mouth sparks a fire in your stomach that he has no intention of putting out.

You keep your eyes on your book even when they start to go fuzzy, even when you have to read the same sentence twenty times just to get it to stick in your mind. Simon scrapes his teeth against your clit, pushes his tongue into your pussy, squeezes your thighs with huge rough hands, and all but begs for you to come on his face. It always takes you by surprise, the slowly tightening spring he'd been winding snapping under his consistent pleasure, making you whimper and gasp as your hips buck against his mouth. He drinks down every drop, slurps at your pussy obscenely until you try to close your legs.

It's never enough to get him to stop. No, Simon goes until he's satisfied, until he's full of you, sated enough to fall asleep. His tongue careful when you're still sensitive, avoiding your clit as he cleans you up. You make a note of the smut and skip a few pages ahead to get back to the plot, not willing to disturb your wonderful boyfriend a second time.

Your only complaint, if you even can complain, is that he's so damn heavy when he sleeps.

[uzurakis]

in the face of uncertainty and despair, two hearts confront the possibility of loss, grappling with the question of what remains when yuuta okkotsu is gone.

n. wrote this to cope with whatever fucked up mental shit going on in jjk261. god please take away his suffering and triple it to gege. comfort? angst if you squint. the theme is similar to canon. please be safe my glorious morally grey king.. we will miss u..

“what will you do if i’m gone?”

yuuta's shoulders slump, his eyes reflecting the weight of his thoughts. you notice the tension in his posture, the way his hands fidget nervously in his lap.

“huh?” you ask softly, the sound very audible in the heavy silence that surrounds him. “what kind of question is that?”

he turns to you, expression a mixture of exhaustion and despair. “what if something happens to me, what will you do if i’m gone?”

the weight of his emotions bears down on you as if it were a tangible force as you sit next to him. his breath escapes him in short, jagged gasps, each one laced with doubt.

“then i’m gonna be sad. really, really sad,” you murmur, reaching out to touch his stiff hand. a lump forms in your throat, the thought of losing him too painful to bear. “and i will miss you, every single fucking day.”

“i don’t want to live without you, yuu. i can’t live without you.”

he shakes his head, a bitter laugh escaping him. “but what if i’m not myself again? there’s nothing—“

“shh,” you interrupt, placing a finger against his lips. you pull him into a gentle embrace, hoping to offer some small measure of comfort in the face of his pain. “even if you change, even if you’re not yourself anymore. who gives a damn about that?”

the man’s eyes enlarge, a kaleidoscope of feelings tumbling through their depths. his eyebrows wrinkle slightly as shock leaves its mark on his appearance, resembling cracks in a fragile facade. you can see the desperation for reassurance battling with the unknown.

“so what? i’ll always love you nevertheless, yuuta okkotsu.”

with a hesitant breath, he leans backwards, away from your touch with his hands on your shoulders. his gaze locked onto yours with such intensity. it's as if he's searching for something, something elusive yet vital, within the depths of your soul. you can feel the weight of his scrutiny, the silent plea for truth in the midst of everything uncertain.

“my love for you will always stay the same, yuu. nothing matters beside that, ‘kay?”

and then, like a dam breaking, understanding floods his expression, washing away the shadows of doubt that had clouded his mind. tears began to form at the corners of his eyes slowly, barely noticeable.

and yuuta's breath hitches, his grip on you tightening. "but i don't want to leave you…”

"then don’t you dare die on me, dumbass,” you say passionately. "you’re not leaving me, yuuta. we’ll go through this together, i fucking swear." softly brushing his hair, attempting to provide some comfort in this time of turmoil.

"i need you here with me."

@uzurakis

[hurlingdown]

Grr i love your zoro fic, do you write for ftm character? If you do please ftm sanji x domtop male reader 🫠🫠🫠 WANNA EAT HIM OUT SB

i want more! (dom top male reader, nsfw)

tags: ftm!brat!sanji gets eaten out again and again, cunnilingus, squirting, cum eating, overstimulation, choking with thighs, he gets jealous, reader's a little mean heh

Sanji gasped into the back of his hand, panting desperately. 

Two warm palms had reached between his thighs and gently pried them open, a wet sensation digging into his clothed cunt. 

“F-fucking hell, sweetheart,” Sanji muttered as your tongue drew up to swipe against his soaked clit. He let out a sharp exhale as you mouthed him through his boxers, wetly sucking at the fat nub. “What—what is this? Where’d you learn this from?” 

You didn’t respond, too occupied with what was in front of you. The stain only grew in size as you buried your face into the sweet, musky scent, and you hummed with satisfaction, making him jolt with a whine as the vibration sent a shockwave of pleasure straight into him. 

“Answer—hn, me!” Strong thighs clamped down around your head as he mindlessly rutted back against your mouth, making you see stars. “Who taught you?” 

“No one,” you said, or at least tried to say, as your mouth was muzzled by Sanji pushing his wet cunt at you, smearing your face with saliva and slick. You had read about it in one of Robin’s books, and had wanted to try it. 

“What? Who?” he asked dumbly, throwing his head back onto the pillow as he rocked his hips against your mouth, trying to coax your tongue out. “It better not have been those—hngh, women at the island!” 

You almost wanted to laugh at how ironic it was, that the infamous Vinsmoke Sanji—known for being a womaniser—was now jealous of the women he usually fawned over. 

“Hn, hah, this ain’t half bad—” 

You growled, annoyed at him for using your mouth like one of his toys. You held his thighs still over your shoulder to stop him from moving, lips curling with amusement at the way his hips bucked, not understanding your displeasure. “What?” Sanji panted, raising his head to glance at you irritatedly. “Get on movin’!” 

You frowned. Who did he think he was? 

With measured strength, you pulled back just enough to show him a sickly sweet smile. “Shall I help you take it off, Sanji?” Fingers grasped the hem of his boxers as you pressed two thumbs into his lower crotch, enjoying the way he squirmed at your touch. 

“Y-yeah,” he muttered. “Take it off already.” 

What a brat. Perhaps you spoiled him a little too often. 

You peeled the clothing off, revealing a lovely, fleshy pink cunt, its lips parted and drooling all over the sheets already. It was always a sight to have him under you, his hole pulsing around you as you drilled your thick cock into him, but this—this was something else entirely.

“Hold your legs open for me.” 

“What?” 

“Do it, or you won’t be coming tonight.” 

Sanji frowned, opening his mouth as though to argue back but then deciding against it, that getting to come was far more important than any sense of self-worth tonight. He reluctantly brought his legs up and slowly spread them for you, flushing and trembling as the action exposed the entirety of his pussy to you. 

Sanji thrust up against you impatiently and you immediately grabbed his hips, tight enough to bruise. You glared up at him with a warning, to which he completely ignored. “Hurry up, sweetheart,” he griped, rubbing his wet folds on your lips. “Wanna come.” 

Oh. So that was all that he thought of you: something for him to hump on. You were going to teach him a lesson. 

“Yeah?” You grinned. “You wanna come?” 

“So bad,” Sanji whined, hips bucking as you held him still. “Just fucking go already!” 

You pretended to frown and pull away, only to have him whimper, eyes widening and shaking his head frantically. “You want me to go? I’ll go.” 

“No! Not what I meant—goddammit, sweetheart, you know what I want, so give it to me already.” 

You barked out a laugh. “I’m not a mind reader, am I? How am I supposed to know what you’re thinking?” 

Sanji glowered at you, almost shivering with frustration. He knew what you wanted. You wanted to see him beg, to come undone before you even touched him properly, and he was so close to doing whatever you wanted him to if it meant he would finally be able to come. He squeezed his eyes shut, sparing them of any humiliation. 

“Please,” he whined your name softly. “Fuck me with your tongue.” 

You smiled, pleased. “Fine with me.” 

Without wasting a moment, you shoved his hips up at the same time as your tongue plunged down, sliding between the slick folds of his pussy to penetrate him. Sanji jackknifed off the bed with a hoarse scream, one hand letting go of his thigh to blindly grab for your hair, tugging at the strands painfully. 

“Oh fuck—please!” he cried out, legs spasming as he shoved your mouth deeper into his cunt. You lapped at his insides with abandon, drinking and swallowing greedily the slick that drenched his hole, enjoying the way the salty tang of it rolled deep down your throat and left a fragrant aftertaste. 

Drool dripped down your chin as you ate him out messily, loosening the most tender parts of his insides the way you had never been able to: by pounding your fat cock inside his pussy, or having him take your thick fingers as you stretched him out—those were good, too, but no, this was so much more sensual, and tasted so much better, and you were almost angry at yourself for not trying this sooner. 

Sanji was a sobbing, whining mess when you raised your head to look at him again, eyes glistening with unshed tears as he cried out your name, begging you to take him and then take more of him. “So fuckin’—good!” he moaned loudly. “I want more!” 

It’s filthy, humiliating, and so fucking arousing, and before he knew it, he was rutting back against your face, lost in so much pleasure, all at once way too much and not nearly enough to satisfy just yet—

“I’m gonna come, I’m gonna fucking come!” Sanji screamed, back bowing off the bed as he came all over your face, thighs involuntarily clamping down hard around your neck, choking you so hard you blacked out for a second. 

The next thing he saw when he came to his senses was your face, shiny with his come and slick, edging toward his pulsing cunt again. 

You grinned at him, almost wickedly. 

“No, no, no.” Sanji shook his head wildly. “No more. I just came, please, sweetheart, please—” 

“You said you wanted more.” 

“Just give me a second—I’ll be ready for you in a second. Please, baby.” 

You ignored him. “I’m going to give you what you want, since you’ve been so good for me. Right, Sanji?” 

Without waiting for his answer, you grabbed him by the ass and hoisted him up into the air, sucking eagerly at his oversensitive clit as his breath seized up, lips parting and yet unable to make noise anymore, just trembling and convulsing as the muscles in his thighs continued to spasm with too much pleasure it nearly bordered on pain. 

Tears rolled down his cheeks as Sanji gasped and shuddered, clutching your hair so hard you thought you felt them getting torn up by the roots. And then you committed the next atrocity. Instead of diving in and slurping his pussy like you did before, you stuck your tongue out, using the hands gripping his ass to slowly push his cunt up your tongue, and then down, and then up again, repeatedly—fucking your tongue with his hole. 

Sanji gave a helpless whimper that sounded suspiciously like your name as he writhed on your tongue, pupils so dilated you could barely see their rim. “Please,” you thought you heard him sob faintly, as though he wasn’t sure what he was begging for anymore. 

“Please what?” 

This was his last chance to stop you—you weren’t that cruel, after all. 

“Please,” he cried weakly, “make me come again!” 

You grinned, a sense of pride overwhelming you as you dove back in to finish the job—he was so well-trained, so good for you. And who were you to deny him? He was begging so nicely, after all. 

Sanji let out a stream of broken moans as you continued your assault on his pussy, his thighs clenching around your head so tightly that stars pooled at the edges of your vision. Your tongue reached deep inside him and caressed a spot so good and fucking right that the coil of pleasure in his stomach started to get looser, and wetter, like a dam being driven to burst—a feeling he scarcely ever felt, but whenever he did, whenever he did—

You latched your mouth over his entrance, sealing it properly as he squirted down your throat. 

His lower half went limp in your arms as he continued to tremble and whimper, and you feared for a second that you might have broken him. But when he opened his half-lidded eyes to look at you with a tenderness that you rarely ever saw, you knew that wasn’t the case. 

“Never knew—” Sanji panted for breath, “that you could be so mean.” 

“Did you like it?” 

“Yeah.” 

“Want to do it again?” 

He snapped out of his daze, eyes widening with horror. 

You couldn’t help it—you laughed. “Not now. I meant after.” 

“Oh,” Sanji said, softly. “That would be wonderful, sweetheart.” A second shock seized him as he looked at you, almost guiltily. “What about you? You haven’t come yet.” 

“No. Making you feel good was enough.” You smiled reassuringly, despite the fact that you were so hard it fucking hurt, aching with the need to feel his cunt tightening around it, but you knew he wouldn’t be able to take it. You’d take care of it later, in the shower, maybe, jerking off to thoughts of earlier. 

“Are you sure?” 

“Yes. Go sleep, I know you’re tired. I’ll clean you up. And, I love you.” 

“I love you too, sweetheart,” he mumbled tiredly. “So much.” 

(i apologise for accidentally blue-balling the reader again it was not my intention)

[misslycoris]

"BILLBOARD BAT"

🚨Mild NSFT(?) Warning🚨

“Pfft, well look at you all, all dolled up. You almost look decent. I wonder why you never told me about, about this.” Alastor's shoulder shakes as he tries to keep his laughter in.

“Oh, fuck you.” Alastor cackles at your response, effectively losing his composure as he pointed towards the billboard that shone brightly, as if to mock you.

“How, how much did George pay you to sit still in that!? AHAHAHAHAHAHA!” He says in between his laughter.

“Not enough apparently.” You could only flip him off, walking away before you get the urge to rip out that billboard and tear it to shreds.

Hi hi! This is a sort of celebration and thank you for your patience for the latest chapter! I know it took a while and I can't thank you enough for being understanding. I saw a few people doing this trend and I figured why not?

Also, this drawing shows a Squeaks that is on the more feminine side as I've been told, but again this doesn't affect how readers should view Squeaks.

Here is the reference used:

Here's other versions of the artwork as well:

[tloubae]

!Best-friends to lover Ellie Williams headcanon WlW!

I’m 100% sure Ellie is the type of person that don’t get emotionally attached with people easily, so when she met you it was strange, a immediate tuning.

So basically you two became bff pretty quickly, movie nights every saturday, she basically lives more at your place that at her own.

Everything changed when one day, you two were assigned at the mini-market of the old town, and when you were fighting some infected, from no where a runner assaulted Ellie pinning her down to the ground, her pistol was too far for her to reach. When was convinced that she would be bit by it, you showed up, blasting a bullet in the infected scalp. You tended her a hand and helped her to go back on her feet, “you good?” you asked, “yeah…” she said in a sort of scared mixed with shock tone but then she looks back to you, she sees your hair shining, your eyes glowing a little drop of blood running down to your cheek, you looked like a goddess. Ellie can feel her heart skipping a beat. She always thought that her best friend was really good looking but right now you look stunning. Seeing Ellie zooming out , you shake her up a bit “Ell?”; Ellie snaps out from her thoughts immediately, “y-yeah i’m fine”she says starting to blush a little; “okay? are you sure?” you asked seeing the suddenly change of tone; “i said i’m fine!” Ellie said looking away, “jeez chill out man” you said not understanding what was up with her.

From that day Ellie acted literally so weirdly, she can’t stand eye contact, she started to refuse to stay over your place for sleeping, when you come over to her place for movie night, she acts to shy. During the movie you in chill rested your head on her shoulder she tens up, you can see that she he squeezes his hand into a fist. It was so strange, one day is chill about everything, the next day she can barely looking into your eyes, it seems like she is avoid you.

You were so pissed by the all situation that you decided to go to her place. You stand in front of the door before knocking it “Ellie!. You can hear some muffle sound before a “coming!”. She opens the door, “we have to talk” you said passing through her. “What’s going on?” she says following you. You immediately turning around “you have to explain to me why you are ignoring me”, “i’m n-“ she tries to say but you interrupt her “you didn’t talked to me for three days straight what the heck!” you say clearly upset. “I’m not ignoring you, i just-“ “you what?!” you say getting closer “you what Ellie?”. Ellie looks down to the floor, “i just needed some space”, you feel a bit wound by her words; “okay so you thought that not talking to me was the right way to do it?”, “no i messed up”, “hell yeah you did!”. Silence came in the room, you seemed out from yourself “for what fucking reason you need space?” you say more calmly, “i need to figure something out” she says playing with her fingers, sign of distress, “it’s about our relationship”, you cross your arms “what about it?”, Ellie looks around not crossing your look, “i think i like you”. You don’t say anything, you have to process this information, your best friend likes you in a romantic way. “Ehm… i didn’t…”, “i know… gross right?” Ellie says in a rhetoric way; “no no! absolutely it’s not that!” you says trying to explain yourself; “No need really, it’s fine… forget it” Ellie looked down, she is trying to contain the tears. “Hey…” you says getting closer to her, you put a arm around her neck and the other caring her shoulder, “it’s fine” you says, she starts sobbing “i’m sorry”, she hugs you back, “shh it’s fine Ell”. After she calmed down you say “in fact i was going to say that i was fine with it… i mean i like you too, but i always thought it wasn’t in a friendly way… and i thought that you didn’t felt the same as me…” you say, brushing her tears away, and placing a gentle kiss on her lips; “there”. Ellie looks shocked at her, “we can work this out together okay?” you ask cupping her face, “okay” she says smiling at you.

Hi guys, this the first time I do something like this so be gentle 🥲, I know it’s kinda cringy but I'll get better I promise, as always if there are some mistakes remember English isn’t my first language!

Btw I’m searching for some Tlou discord server to join if you guys If you know one send me the link in the comments TY!

[pinkmirth]

Wait imagine being enemies to lovers with alucard

now, i love the sound of this! ( i think about it more than i should, tbh . . .) a mostly harmless , banter-like dynamic is what comes to mind, similar to what he’s got going on with trevor. you’re a sharp woman with an even sharper mouth, and as much as he admires your tenacity, alucard isn’t one to hold back from delivering his own petty retorts. you throw jabs at the vampiric man, and more often than not, he’ll bite.

at times, real disagreements ensue— over the proper way to effectively kill night creatures, how to reduce any casualties, how you think he’s passive, and how he sees you to be so incredibly brash. you’re defensive about doing things your way, as is he. you know how two people are just going at each other’s throats until they’ve found themselves face to face, chests heaving from the heat of their argument? yeah, that’s exactly where you find yourself now; alucard standing only inches before you, blonde brows drawn together with his cheeks dusted red from what you assume to be boiling rage.

once you finally acknowledge how slim the proximity between you is, you step away and coil your expression into one of distaste, attempting to mask the thrill of having him so close that his nose almost brushed yours. “you’re disgustingly pretentious,” you try snapping at him, though he can hear that bitter, mocking tone of your diminish. is it just him, or is he catching onto a bit of . . . softness? from someone like you, towards someone like him? it couldn't be. you can hardly stand him, anyway. he's sure that the only one harboring any affections, even in the slightest, is him. as much as you boil his blood and make his head spin, you're also able to make him laugh, motivate him to new heights. not that he'd ever admit it, though. you'd probably punch him square in the face.

“and you're far too stubborn. it wouldn't kill you to adapt, you know." he grunts, tucking a stray piece of hair behind his ear. would it be wrong of you to admit just how beautiful he is? "it might. i surely won't be taking my chances," you bump past him using your shoulder, and he scoffs upon impact. just as you attempt to zoom past the man, his lithe hand encircles your wrist and pulls you back into him.

against the wall is where you find yourself, with his tall, firm body keeping you pressed there. alucard's grasp is unrelenting, and he's far too strong for you to even try pulling away. his long, golden hair drapes over you, curtaining over you so that the only thing you can see is his cold, glowing eyes. "must you make everything so . . . fucking difficult?" you pray he can't hear it; the erratic thumping of your heart.

“unhand me, you fuck.” he does not. you've pushed him to the edge for the very last time. "why on earth do i put up with you?" he sourly chuckles, as though he's asking himself rather than you. he watches your shaken gaze scour his entire face— from his piercing eyes to his pale-pink lips. you're staring, hard. he much rather prefers gaining this kind of attention from you.

“then don't. i never asked you to." you spit, trying to yank away with no avail. he only shakes his head, closing in on you. at this rate(?his lips and your own could practically touch.

“i can’t just leave you alone,” he rasps. you listen with a deep pause, and your breath is caught in your throat. “haven’t you noticed? as irksome as your company is, i can’t seem to go without it.” you finally understand— alucard, of all people, has taken a liking to you.

“so, you’re attached?” your laughter is taunting, and somehow, he’s come to love it. “unhealthily so.” he breathes out. his bottom lip grazes yours, and you shudder at even the slightest contact. god, how he’s already ruined you. “and what exactly will you do about that, alucard?” you call his name with a feigned amount of spite, and your lashes flutter up at him in that provoking way . . . fuck, he can feel himself getting harder beneath his trousers. alucard gives you this particular look, and that’s how you know he won’t be telling you— the man’s about to take initiative and show you, just as you’re always telling him to.

a deep, breathless kiss is what you get in response, one where his mouth are pressed to yours in a way where you can bite at his lower lip and he can groan into your mouth. he knew you’d like it this way— messy, heated, desperate. you suck at his tongue and cup his face, breaking away only after you’ve gotten a proper taste of him. you feel something firm nudge your thighs, and it gets you to peer down and take notice of his apparent bulge, straining at his fitted black pants.

“god, you’re pathetic,” your lips curve into a smile, teasingly taking his bottom lip between your teeth. you bring your knee up to press against his crotch, and his moan comes out sounding so broken. only the stars above could explain why your insults rouse him as much as they do. alucard pecks your lips once, then twice, with a quickness he knows will leave you chasing for more.

“for you, perhaps i am.”

[bteezxyewriter12]

You Won't Regret Me/ 4

Pairing- Wooyoung x Named Reader

Word count- 5.3k

Includes- Violence, gun violence, death, injuries, love making, multiple orgasms, fluff

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Wooyoung POV

"We have to get her back", I tell Hongjoong as soon as we get into the warehouse

"We will. We're coming up with a plan", Seonghwa says

"That's not good enough", I snap

I'm in a full blown panic right now

My heart's racing, and I feel like I'm going to cry any second

"What the fuck Woo? We're trying to figure out how to get her without all of us dying", Seonghwa growls

"We need to get her back now", I repeat, my hands shaking

I need her in my arms right now, I need to feel her, hold her

I need her

Hongjoong studies me for a second then says, "Woo...are you ok? What's wrong? You know she can handle herself"

I shake my head, "Not when there's twenty or thirty of them around her. She...she can't defend herself then...she'll get hurt...she can't...."

I stop, breathing in hard, trying to calm down but nothing is working

"Woo, I understand-", Hongjoong starts

"No you don't!", I explode, the tears finally bursting from my eyes, "I love her. I need her. Nothing can happen to her or I'll....I need her here with me right now"

The guys are staring at me in various stages of shock

I get it

None of them knew about me and her

"I thought you hated her", Yeosang says quietly

I shake my head, wiping my eyes, "I did. But...after one argument we had...we slept together. And we didn't stop. I fell in love and she doesn't know. If anything happens to her before I can tell her I love her...I....I..."

More tears burst from my eyes at the thought of her dying and not knowing I love her, thinking I still hated her...

No, it can't happen

"Nothing will happen", Hongjoong states, putting his hands on my shoulders and looking in my face, "Nothing will happen. We will get her, she will be fine and you can tell her how you feel. Ok?"

I just look at him, completely terrified something will happen to my princess

I've never been afraid before but right now I'm scared shitless

"Ok?", Hongjoong repeats, "I promise, I will get her back to you"

I nod, trusting Hongjoong

He never makes promises he doesn't keep

"Ok", I whisper, wiping my eyes

He nods once then looks at Jongho

"Find out which hideout she's at. We're hitting it as soon as we know"

Jongho nods then disappears

"What are we going to do when he finds her?", Seonghwa asks, "She's going to be heavily guarded"

"We hit another of their hideouts far from where she is. One of the important ones. One where they keep the money or make the drugs. One that they can't lose. Make them think we think she's there. They'll all go to defend that one, still leaving her guarded but less than before. We'll have our subunits hit that hideout while we go and attack the one she's really in. Get her back and get ready for a war if negotiations can't be met", Hongjoong answers

That is a surprisingly good plan

As I look at Hongjoong, it clicks in my head

"You already had this plan"

He looks over at me, his eyebrow raised

"From the beginning, when you knew we were switching her, you had the plan already"

He smirks, "Of course I did. She's my best friend, you don't think I was going to let her stay in their clutches for long, did you?"

I should of known

"It may take a few hours for Jongho to find out which hideout she's being held at but he'll find it. You good to wait that long?"

Not really

I want to go now but I know we can't

We don't know where she is

If I have to wait I will

So I nod

"Good. Get whatever weapons you need. Seonghwa, get all the subunits ready. Yeosang, figure out which hideouts are important to them and have their locations ready. Once we know where she is, we'll be leaving in twenty minutes tops. Be ready"

Ok, this is a good plan

She just has to stay alive until I can get her

And I need to calm down so I can think and be ready

I can't panic or both of us could end up dead

"I will get her back to you Wooyoung", Hongjoong promises

I nod, "Thank you"

He nods and I walk to the weapons cage to refill my gun with bullets

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I'm antsy as I sit in Jongho's car

We're across the street from a mansion in the outskirts of Seoul

They took her here

It took Jongho a good while to find out where she was

This hideout is very securely hidden

Almost no one knew about it

Jongho had to kill for the information

All of us are in three cars, parked in the parking structure across the street from the house, watching it

We're waiting

Four of our subunits are hitting a major drug hideout across the city

Over a hundred guys

We need the Seoul Killers to send all their men to that hideout

That's why we need so many guys going there

Hongjoong just got confirmation that the subunits reached the hideout and they began their assault

"Stay with me", Jongho tells me, "She's in the basement. I'll get you to the basement stairs. She should have three to five guards max. Might be less if they send them to deal with the attack"

I nod, "Ok"

I just want to get in there already and get her out

Ten minutes later a mass exodus of cars pulls out of the from around the house, all heading in one direction

They took the bait

We wait another ten minutes to make sure everything is clear then we get out of the cars

"We do this quick", Hongjoong says, "We go in, distract them while Wooyoung gets her then we're out. Kill anyone in your way"

Everyone nods, then we start heading for the front of the mansion

Hongjoong kicks the door in, his guns out in front of him and we all follow him in

"What the fuck?", someone yells

"Where is she?", Hongjoong bellows

There's five Seoul Killers in what I guess is the living room, their guns out, pointing at us

And our guns are on them

"How...you're hitting the other hideout!", one guy exclaims

"Distraction", Seonghwa sings

"God, you guys are stupid", Yunho jabs

"Give me the girl and no one has to die", Hongjoong snaps

"Afraid we can't do that"

"Then I'm afraid you're going to die", Hongjoong snarls

"Wait, wait-", one of them says, "I don't want to die for that girl"

"Shut up!", another one says, "You do what you're ordered to do"

"I'm not dying for a girl!"

Are they seriously arguing among themselves?

Now?

Movement makes me look at the guy all the way to the left

He has a cell phone in his hand and he's typing

He's trying to warn someone or trying to get the others to come back

Not happening

Raising my gun, I aim at his head and pull the trigger

His head snaps back, the cell phone dropping as he falls back

"What the fuck?", one of the Seoul Killers shrieks

"He was calling for help", I growl, moving my gun to another Seoul member

"Now now, there will be no calling for help", Hongjoong scolds, "Get me the girl and we'll leave"

"Fuck you!", one yells

Hongjoong sighs, then shoots that one in the head

And that starts the gun fight, everyone ducking behind furniture, the Seoul members calling out for help

I hear footsteps on their stairs, signalling more people coming

Four more guys burst into the room, one getting shot right away by Yunho, the others diving behind couches then drawing their guns

I don't have time for this

"Jongho", I growl

He nods, pointing to the door in the hallway to our right, telling Mingi, "Cover us. We're going to that door"

Mingi nods, turning his gun on the direction we're going to go

"Go", Jongho says, pushing me in the direction of the door

I bend as I run, hoping I don't get hit

A bullet soars past me, burying in the wall, the sound loud in my ear

I glance at who shot at me just in time to see Mingi shoot them in the chest five times

Jongho and I get to the door and he shoots the keypad by the door, then pulls the door open

"Go get her now and hurry up

I nod, jetting through the door to the top of the stairs

I cautiously walk down them, not knowing what I'm going to be walking into

I don't know the layout of the house and it's a disadvantage

I get to the bottom of the stairs, into a living room area

There are two halls, leading into two different directions

How big is this fucking house?

Choosing the right hall, I walk down it slowly, no one else in sight

It's unnerving me

There's a turn coming up and I lean against the wall, peering over the wall

There's a room at the end of the hall, two guys in front of a closed door

And I know she's in there

I just have to go and hope I can shoot them first

Taking a breath, I move into the hall, training my gun on the guy on the left, shooting him in the chest four time

"Fuck", the other guys yells as the one I shot falls to the floor, his gun out and on me

I swing my gun to him and shoot him before he can shoot me

I hit his thigh and he goes down, yelling in pain

I quickly walk to him, stepping on his hand holding his gun to keep it on the floor

Then I shoot him in the head and he stops moving

I shoot the other one in the head too just to be sure

Grabbing the doorknob, I throw the door open, hurrying in, finding her immediately, in a chair, a Seoul member next to her

I choke back a cry seeing the blood running from a badly split lip, her eye swelling and a bruise on her cheek

They hurt her

They hurt my princess

Unbelievable rage fills me

"If you move I'll kill her", he snarls, pointing the gun at her head

Fuck him

My hand moves quickly on it's own, aiming the gun at his head and pulling the trigger before he can do anything

The bullet embeds in his forehead and he falls back hitting the floor

I quickly move to him and shoot him in the head three more times to make sure he's dead

Then I turn to her

"Princess", I sob, dropping my gun as I get to her

Her hands are tied so hard behind her with rope that her wrists have cuts and rope burn on them

I pull out my switchblade and cut the ropes immediately, then move in front of her, cutting the ones tying her legs to the chair

"Jo", I cry, immediately pulling her into my arms, so fucking relieved she's here, she's safe, she's with me, "Princess"

"Woo", she sobs, her arms around my neck, hugging me tightly, "You came"

"Of course I came baby", I cry, tears of relief running down my face, "I wasn't going to leave you here. I'll always find you, I'll always come for you. Always"

She pulls back from me a little, her hands cupping my face, "I love you Wooyoung"

Her words hit me hard making me so fucking happy

"I...I didn't get to tell you before", she cries, "I..I was scared they were going to kill me and you would never know how much I love you"

I lean my forehead against hers, holding her tightly, "I love you Joanne. So much princess. I was terrified I'd never get to tell you either but I love you more than anything in this world"

"I love you Woo"

I pull her to me in a searing kiss, feeling her love as I pour mine into the kiss

I have her, she's here, she's alive

"We have to go", I tell her when we pull away

She nods as I help her stand up

I take another gun from my pocket and hand it to her

Bending down, I pick up my gun, then taking her hand, we make our way for the door

I peer into the hallway and it's clear

"C'mon baby"

I lead her to the turn in the hallway, check to make sure it's clear then we go down that hallway quickly

I hope the guys are alright

We run into the large basement living room when she shrieks

"Woo, watch out!"

I look up in time to see a Seoul member halfway down the stairs, his gun on her

I immediately shove her aside as I hear the gun go off, pain screaming in my body as the bullet grazes by my upper arm

"Baby!", she yells, horror in her voice

I grab my arm, blood cascading between my fingers as I look for her

She's on the floor glaring at the guy who shot me

She stands up so freaking fast, raises her gun and embeds three bullets in his forehead

Blood is gushing down my arm, pain radiating along it but I push it away

We need to get the fuck out of here

"Princess", I call, holding my unfortunately bloody hand out for her

She takes it without hesitation and we start running towards the stairs

"Stay behind me", she says as we get to the top of the stairs

"Princess-"

"Please Woo. You're hurt. I got it ok?"

I nod, trusting her one hundred percent

"Ok baby"

She opens the door, her gun in front of her as she checks the area

We inch out, heading towards the living room

She looks over the wall, her body relaxing as she pulls me with her

I gape at the guys just sitting on the couches, lounging like they're getting ready to watch a movie

"About time", San snorts

"What the fuck?", I ask

"They're all dead. We swept the house, killed everyone. Then we just waited for you", Yeosang explains

They just waited

They didn't think to help us?

"You all didn't think to come look for us?", she yells in disbelief

"Why? We knew Woo was getting you", Jongho shrugs

"He was shot!", she shouts

"What? Where?", San exclaims, getting up, peering at my arm, "Oh fuck, you got grazed good"

"Fuck you!", I snap, "If you all weren't sitting here then the guy who shot me wouldn't have gotten past you!"

"Wait that wasn't from one of the guards downstairs?"

"No! It was a guy who was on the stairs, coming down!", she snarls

"Oh shit. Guess we missed one", Yeosang says

Yeah I fucking guess so

"Unfuckingbelievable", she yells

She tugs my hand, leading me toward the door

"Where are you going?"

"We're leaving! He's bleeding. He needs stitches. And did you forget we're in an enemy hideout?"

"Oh yeah shit", Mingi says, standing

"Where's Hongjoong and Seonghwa?", she snarls

"Outside. Watching for other Seoul members"

She growls, pulling me out of the house

"Hey Jo-", Hongjoong starts

"Your members are idiots", she snaps

"We're sorry!", San whines as they follow us out

"Are you bleeding?", Seonghwa asks me

"Yeah. I was shot"

"What?", Hongjoong yells

"Hurts?", Seonghwa questions

"Like a motherfucker", I answer, the pain just radiating up and down my arm

"Can we just fucking go?", she demands

"Yeah, let's go", Hongjoong says, "Meet back at my house"

As we walk to the cars, she says to Hongjoong, "Joongie drop me and Woo off at my house"

"You're sure?", he asks

She looks at me and I nod

"Yeah Joong. We're both tired and hurt. We're not up for a meeting right now"

"You gonna take care of his arm?", Hongjoong asks

"Yeah. I got stuff at home to fix it"

Luckily I was grazed and just need stitches which she can do

And honestly I just want to be with her

I don't want to be at any meeting right now, waiting to see what the Seoul Killers are going to do

If they retaliate or declare war or whatever

"Alright", Hongjoong agrees, "I'll drop you off and I'll let you guys know what we decide to do tomorrow"

"Great", she says as her and I get into the backseat, Seonghwa and Hongjoong getting in the front

She pulls me to her, letting me lay on her while she holds me, her fingers running in my hair

Hongjoong starts the car and drives

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She injects the needle into my skin around the graze, pressing the plunger just a little

Then she injects some more into another spot, then another, all around the wound, numbing the area

"Give it a few minutes for it to work", she says, capping the needle and putting it down

I nod, watching her get all the medical supplies she needs to fix my arm

I was surprised she has numbing agents in her house

I was fully prepared to deal with the pain on my own

Apparently Hongjoong gets her all her medical supplies and she keeps some at her apartment while he keeps the rest at his house

As soon as we got to her apartment, she ushered me into the bathroom, actually cut the shirt off my body, then had me sit on the edge of the tub

She has a bathtub tray that she laid all the supplies on

"Ready?", she asks, sitting next to me

I nod, "Yeah"

I raise my eyebrow as she puts gloves on

"You seriously wearing those after you had my blood all over your hands"

She scowls, "Duh Wooyoung. It's to protect from bacteria from getting into your wound while I'm stitching it. It's bad enough you have a wound, you don't want an infection too"

"Yeah definitely not"

"Then shut it"

"Ok baby", I say, smiling at her

She tries to hide the smile on her face but ends up giving me a small one

Turning the water on in the tub, she takes the shower head and runs it over my arm

"Hurts?"

I shake my head, "No"

"Anesthetic is working", she says

I watch her later the wound with antibacterial soap, scrubbing it then rinsing

Blood flows into the tub, swirling down the drain

She takes the needle and whatever she's using to sew and threads it through the needle

"Here we go", she says

With one hand she pushes my skin together and with the other she slides the needle in

I watch it go though one side of my skin and poke out through the other, blood beading up and running down my arm

It's surreal to see that, knowing my skin the needle is going through but I don't feel any pain

She pulls the needle through, then continues to sew my skin closed

She knots the thread, then cuts it

Turning the water back on, she washes my wound again with antibacterial soap, then pats it dry with paper towels

Opening a tube she puts an ointment all over the wound, then a bandage on it

Finally she takes gauze and wraps it around my arm to keep the bandage in place

"Done Woo", she says softly, "I'll keep checking and changing the bandage for you. It'll probably start hurting after the anesthetic wears off"

I nod, "Thank you princess"

"Of course baby"

Now it's my turn to take care of her

Taking some paper towels, I wet them then tilt her head back

"Woo-"

"Let me princess", I say softly

She nods and I gently press the wet paper towel to her split lip, then her chin, wiping the blood away

She winces in pain, my heart constricting in sadness, "I'm sorry princess"

She shakes her head, "It's fine Woo"

"No it's not baby", I whisper, tears filling my eyes, "I shouldn't have let you go. I should have done something to keep you from being switched. Everything inside me screamed not to let you go but I stayed quiet. I ignored what I was feeling because I was scared about what my feelings meant"

That's why I couldn't figure out why I didn't want her to go, why I was confused on why I cared

It's why I let her go

Because I was scared that my feelings were deeper than just sex

And it wasn't until I saw the car drive away with her in it that I realized I loved her

If I just forced myself to think or to realize how I felt, I could have kept her from going

"Woo, you couldn't have stopped me. It wasn't your choice baby. It was mine", she says gently, "I wasn't going to let that little girl get hurt"

"We could of figured something out. We could of went after her the way we went after you. We could of done something to keep you from getting hurt"

She cups my face, wiping the tears from my eyes, "I'm ok baby. Just a little banged up. And you came for me"

"I'll always come for you Jo", I promise, "No matter where you are, I'll always find you"

"I'll always find you too baby", she whispers

I pull her closer, holding her tightly, my face against the top of her head, the smell of her hair invading all my senses

I'm so fucking relieved she's safe and with me

"We should take a shower", she says, "Clean all the blood and everything"

"Yeah princess", I agree, kissing the top of her head

"We have to wrap your arm though", she says thoughtfully, then gets up, "I'll be right back"

While she's gone, I clean up, throwing all used medical supplies away

Going to the shower, I turn it on, letting the water get warm

She comes back, holding up a roll of cling wrap

"Really?", I laugh

"Yes really! It'll keep the bandage from getting wet", she huffs

"Ok princess. You're the nurse", I agree, smiling and kissing her forehead

"Hold out your arm", she says, smiling softly

I do, letting her wrap the cling wrap around my arm, tucking the end so it doesn't fall off

"There. Should be good"

I nod, "Ok baby"

We both undress and step into her shower

The hot water feels good after such a stressful day

I pull her into my arms, holding her tightly, her arms wrapping around me

My body finally relaxes against hers, so utterly glad she's here with me

I didn't have a chance to soak it all in yet

I went from finding her, to getting shot, then to her fixing my wound

This is the first moment of peace we've had

And I just want to bask in it for as long as I can

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I pick her up and carry her from her bathroom to her bedroom

We separated only long enough for us to shower, clean off blood and wash our hair

Aside from that she hasn't left my arms and I want it exactly that way

Laying her in the bed, she pulls me on top of her, her lips against mine

I kiss her back being mindful of her split lip, my tongue against hers, deepening the kiss, falling into her completely

I don't want to think, I just want to be with her, feel her, love her

Her legs wrap around my waist, pressing her body against mine as much as she can, her skin feeling so soft

My cock is at her entrance and I push inside her, swallowing her moans

As I slide inside her tight pussy inch by inch, she pushes her hips down, wiggling on my cock, her pussy stretching around me wonderfully

"Woo", she whimpers between kisses, her fingers gripping my back, keeping me against her

Her pussy pulls me inside her, latching on around my dick when I bottom out, pulsing softly around me

"So good princess", I murmur

She nods, her hips moving up against mine, keeping me buried inside her, "So good baby. I love you"

"I love you", I answer, then kiss her again

I move slowly, pulling out, loving the clenching she's doing around my dick

When just my head is inside her, I push back in, groaning at how her tight wet cunt opens just enough for my cock to slide back in

I make sure my head goes right into her spot, her body shaking against mine

"More Woo", she moans between kisses, her tongue right against mine after speaking

I wrap one arm around her back, holding her firmly against me, my other hand gripping her thigh hard

I'm in so much pleasure, I can't do anything but feel her

Her pussy gets wetter and wetter with each stroke to her spot, her body arching in pleasure and letting me slide in deeper

Breaking the kiss, her head pushes back into the pillow while I press kisses to her pretty neck

"Wooyoung", she moans, shivers running up my spine from hearing her call my name

Her hips start moving, meeting my thrusts, making everything feel so much better

We move together, slower but so much deeper, both of us grinding against each once when I'm all back inside her, my

She clenches my cock harder with each movie, moaning loudly, her hands moving along my back

"Wooyoung", she moans, coming at the next thrust, her body shaking under me

"Yes baby girl", I groan, pleasure rushing through every vein in my body from her orgasm

I keep moving, fucking her through it, pushing through her unbelievably tight throbbing pussy

When she finishes, I move us so we're facing each other

Moving her leg over my waist, I slide back into her welcoming pussy

Wrapping one arm around her, I tangle my fingers in her hair, my other holding her thigh against me

Her arm moves around my neck, her fingers in the back of my hair, her forehead against mine, her lips almost touching mine, her hips moving, grinding on me

"You feel so good", she murmurs, her pussy spasming so pleasurably around me, "So hard baby"

"Always for you princess", I whimper, "Always this hard because of you"

"Please baby, need more of you", she pleads

"Anything for you princess", I tell her

She kisses me as I move my hand to her behind, holding on as I resume thrusting in and out of her tight pussy

She moans in my mouth, her fingers twisting in my hair, the sound of her pussy squelching around my cock so fucking erotic

Her cunt takes every stroke, swallowing my cock perfectly, throbbing perfectly, the pleasure incredible

My head rubs against her spot with each plunge, her body shivering in my arms, her kiss becoming more and more desperate

I fall completely into her, everything in the world falling away until it's just her

Just her lips against mine, just her tongue against mine, just her body, her soft skin against mine, just her fingers in my hair

We're just one together instead of two separate people and I'm so happy I can feel that way with her

The next stroke has her pussy clamping down on my cock as she orgasms, whimpering my name between kisses

Overwhelming ecstasy crashes into me as I let go, pumping cum into her milking pussy

"Jo", I murmur, holding her tightly, kissing her wildly, letting the pleasure run through me

We ride it out together, our bodies relaxing into each other more and more as the pleasure leaves us

"I love you", she says softly, her gorgeous eyes looking into mine

I smile softly, utterly happy, "I love you"

She gives me her stunning smile, taking my breath away

"Kiss me Woo", she asks, "Kiss me and don't stop"

I nod, my lips against hers immediately, the kiss so sweet and loving

Holding her against me, our bodies tangle together, holding on tightly

And I kiss her without any plans to stop

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One month later

J POV

"Jo, bring the bag", Hongjoong says, his eyes glued to the buyer

Another day, another deal

But this time the gangs all over Seoul knew about us wiping out two gangs who crossed us

Seoul Killers are no more

They declared war and lost

Safe to say all these last month's deals have been very non eventful

I let go of Wooyoung's hand, walking beside Hongjoong and putting the bag on the table

I feel Wooyoung behind me and I have to try hard not to smile

"Show them", Hongjoong says

I unzip the bag, turn it to the buyer and show him the cocaine

Hongjoong nods, Wooyoung's hand immediately in mine and pulling me back to our place in the circle around Hongjoong

Wooyoung's arm moves around my waist protectively

He's been in protective boyfriend mode for the entire month

Always next to me, his hand or arm having to touch me somewhere

Spending all day and night with me

Constantly checking our surroundings to make sure it's safe

I'm loving every second of it

Wooyoung is actually the best boyfriend I ever had

Yeah he's a teasing little shit but he's also so loving and romantic

The romance surprised me but it was a pleasant surprise

He is actually everything that I didn't know I wanted and needed in a boyfriend

His playfulness, his clinginess, his teasing, his sweetness, his protectiveness, his romance, his love is all part of him and I love him with everything in me

The guys have made fun of him for being whipped but he just shrugs and actually doesn't care

He throws back, "At least I have someone to be whipped for"

Which shuts them up

The deal finishes pretty quickly, the buyer practically running to leave

Wooyoung turns me to him, holding me close as the guys talk about what we should do next

It's still early to go to the club or everyone can decide to go home

I tune them out and give all my attention to my baby, which he loves

"Wanna go home and cuddle?", he asks, leaning his forehead against mine

I giggle, moving my arms around his neck, "Just cuddle?"

"Mmmm you can make me beg and cry again", he says softly so no one can hear

"Hmmm like that do you?", I smirk

I know he does

Another surprising thing is that he likes being dominated and teased

He hid that all the months we slept together until we actually became a couple

Then he told me how much he loved the time I edged him, making him cry and beg

Makes him hard like nothing I've ever felt

And it makes me feel happy that he feels so safe and trusts me to be that way

"Yeah princess", he murmurs, "Like it a lot"

"Then I think we can do that baby", I agree, kissing his lips softly

"Yay", he murmurs, kissing me back

"Can you two stop that for a fucking second?", San whines

Wooyoung sighs but breaks the kiss, rolling his eyes

His hand moves to mine, holding it as he says, "We're out"

"What? Where are you going?", Yeosang demands

"Home", he says

"Again? God, ever since you two got together you're both so boring", San complains

I just smirk because it's so not boring being at home with Wooyoung

Wooyoung just shrugs

"Just let them go", Hongjoong says, "If they want to spend time together, let them. At least they're not fighting anymore"

"Yeah but it just changed to them being mushy and kissing each other all the time", Yeosang says

"Still better than fighting", Mingi counters

"Anyway", Wooyoung says loudly, "We're going. If you need us, call. Otherwise leave us alone until tomorrow"

"Whatever", San grumbles

"Bye", Wooyoung says

"Bye", I wave as Wooyoung turns us, his arm moving around my waist as he starts walking to his car

I lean my head against him as we walk, feeling him kiss the top of my head

We get in the car, he starts it, asking, "Ready?"

I nod, smirking, "Ready to cry and beg?"

He laughs, "Definitely princess"

Putting the car in drive, he takes my hand and heads for home

[1tbls]

lately i am thinking about harry falling asleep in the bunker upon kim's insistence, and having the Last Dream, where dolores tells him that he is too sad and poor and insane to ever be loved.

and then harry waking to kim, who cared for him and waited on him hand and foot for 2 days while he was delirious and near comatose. kim once again watchfully sitting by his bedside simply because harry having a moment to rest is important to him. like ok. ok. ok ok ok ok ok

[aphel1on]

not sure how to phrase this but something i have been ruminating on recently is that xue yang is strangely fragile. obviously he is also incredibly resilient. he survived, and continues to survive, impossible things. he has a million barriers between himself and the world, but none of this actually matters when it comes to what he feels. everything is personal to him. everything pierces straight through all that armor and goes right to his battered heart, the heart that no one else believes he has. that even he is not fully cognizant of. the world strikes and strikes and strikes and so he strikes and strikes and strikes back, even (especially) when the wound is something other people would not think worthy of retribution.

xue yang would never realize this- would be outraged at the concept of it- but the way everything, everything is something to rally a defense against is in itself a form of fragility. he does not know how to let go of things, or let them pass him by. passivity is death. so he is ruthlessly cruel and violent. he projects himself as a lunatic untouchable by anything you might possibly do to him, and on some level he even believes this. but in actuality he is one raw emotional wound. he never learned to separate himself from his emotions, much less process them. the volatility is not so much insanity as it is the constant lashing out of an animal in a trap, and the trap is the world, and the trap is himself, and he is never going to get out. and like so much else, this pain is just part of the background radiation of his life. it hardly registers. to be able to register the hurt, you would have to be able to register a time in which you were not hurt.

i feel like it is a fragility that could blossom into such tenderness, given exactly the right set of circumstances. how at the very first touch of softness in his life he fell into a domesticity from which he never recovered. how much was there, still, to be salvaged from the cruelty. on some level i am always thinking about the little apple bunnies. about the meal for daozhang and the straw in a-qing's bed.

it was too little, too late. it shattered like glass when the world intruded back in. but the tenderness was there. no one, least of all xue yang, knows what might have happened had it been unearthed in him any sooner.

[foreveretherealseviltwin]

You must have been looking for me

Sendin’ smoke signals

Pelicans circling

Burnin’ trash out on the beach

[justablah56]

hey so is anyone else thinking about Glenn saying that if Terry died in hell he'd be gone forever and Terry saying that's what I'm counting on . anyone else thinking about that . no ? just me ? ok I'll just . sobs .

[deprivedmusicaljunkie]

bro. do you even understand the duality of winter and scarlet.

winter, the moon: serene, steadfast, strong. scarlet, the sun: fiery, daring, golden. winter, the lunar. scarlet, the earthen. winter, the princess. scarlet, the farmer. winter, born into and taken away from a healthy family. scarlet, born into and taken away from an abusive one.

winter, snow white. scarlet, rose red.

[zehecatl]

still thinking about it, and Stray is literally about love, like that’s it, that’s the theme, and the game fucking spells it out for you at the very end, when the cat, our protagonist, fucking slow blinks at you

it’s!! about!! love!!

[curiositykilledtheradiostar]

Greetings Chat, I Have Made A Miscalculation (chose Celtic myth for an english class project)

[borom1r]

I have thoughts abt Beanix but they are NOT coherent ooooargh!!!! HIM!!!!!!!

[pissjesus]

When customers hand me change after I already entered the bills they handed me into the register forcing me to attempt math in my head on the spot: I would deadass rather you shoot me in the head