#adds to winter simp list

[zelphin124]

Hello, I hope you know that while I was writing my entries for the Winter challenge, I am slowly starting to become a simp for Winter.

*Looks at Cross and Winter.* I feel like I have a skeleton type I don't know what to call that type-

👀👀

Welcome to the club, mwahahaha

Stoic, Moody, cold, yet has a soft spot? Who wouldn't like this man!

Good luck ever getting out 👀😂

[skylin-files]

girl code ⋆ na jaemin

pov: your best friend's former situationship started hitting you up. what could go wrong?

pairing: college student!jaemin x college student! yn

featuring! winter of aespa, nct members

note: this is my first work here. there will be three parts; this is part one. i hope you like it; your comments will be highly appreciated. ♡

check part two here: part 2 | part 3 (final)

── .✦

You and Winter have been best friends for as long as you can remember, inseparable since high school. Back then, you were the duo everyone recognized, always having each other’s backs. But now, in college, life has taken you to separate universities.

You’ve remained a consistent dean's lister and an active member of the campus newspaper, carrying the title of "no boyfriend since birth." Your focus has always been on academics, firmly believing that boys would only be a distraction.

Winter, on the other hand, has been part of her university’s cheer team since her freshman year. For her, cheer takes precedence over academics, and she’s had more talking stages than actual relationships. She’s the embodiment of "pretty privilege."

A classic pair of opposites, perhaps a little cliché. Despite your differences, your bond has always been unbreakable—until a boy enters the picture.

Speaking of the boy, there’s Jaemin, Na Jaemin.

“Na Jaemin!” Jeno, Jaemin’s best friend, yells from outside his apartment, accompanied by the relentless blaring of his car horn.

“I’m not leaving until you open the damn door, Jaemin!” Jeno laughs, still pressing the horn.

“Are you insane? It’s almost midnight. Stop honking the car,” Jaemin grumbles over the phone, peering out his window to spot Jeno grinning, clearly amused. Jaemin shakes his head, slipping on his jacket and grabbing his keys before heading out.

“What took you so long? I told you we’re going to Johnny’s party. You don’t have a say in this,” Jeno remarks as Jaemin climbs into the car. “What were you doing anyway?” he adds.

Jaemin takes a moment, lighting a cigarette before replying, “Homework.”

── .✦

“He looks good—flawless. God’s favorite child,” Winter remarks, scrolling through Instagram as she admires a boy on her screen.

“Who?” you ask, leaning in curiously.

“Oh, just my failed talking stage,” Winter replies casually.

“It’s a failed talking stage for a reason, yet you’re still simping over him,” you tease with a smirk.

“You should get a boyfriend,” you suggest for the thousandth time, genuinely concerned by the growing list of Winter’s failed talking stages and situationships.

“No, you’re the one who needs a boyfriend,” Winter fires back.

“No boyfriend in high school, and now we’re in college, still no boyfriend!” she complains dramatically. You roll your eyes, amused by her antics.

“Boys would do me no good,” you counter.

“Yeah? What about Mark and Haechan?” Winter quips, referencing the two boys you’ve been close to since the start of college.

“They’re different—exceptions,” you retort firmly.

“Whatever,” Winter mutters, waving you off.

── .✦

As the typical college student you are, you decided to pull an all-nighter. Currently on a Discord call with your college friends, Mark and Haechan, what was meant to be a study session had derailed—Mark was already fast asleep, lost in his dreams.

While typing up a draft for an article for your campus newspaper and listening to Haechan’s playlist, your phone buzzed with a text from Winter.

Winter: “Please pick me up. I’m at the local club near your university.”

You frowned, puzzled as to why Winter was partying near your campus and not somewhere closer to her own. A quick glance at the clock showed it was already 2:00 a.m.

“I stayed up all night to be productive, not to fetch an alcoholic from a club,” you muttered under your breath. Still, you knew you couldn’t leave Winter stranded, so you began saying goodbye to Haechan. Winter could be a handful, but you weren’t about to let her fend for herself.

“Want me to come with you?” Haechan offered as you started to log off. “It’s late, and I don’t mind. We can just leave Mark here,” he added, the two of you laughing at Mark’s sleeping figure still visible on the screen.

“Sure, so are you driving?” you teased.

Haechan rolled his eyes playfully. “Yeah, yeah, like I have a choice,” he quipped, grabbing his keys.

── .✦

You felt the strange stares as you walked into the club, clad in a hoodie and sweats, phone pressed to your ear as you called your best friend. The line was picked up almost instantly.

"Winter, where are you?" you asked, only to hear a man’s voice reply.

"This isn’t Winter," he said.

"Who are you? Where’s Winter?"

"Smoking area. Come quick," he answered before hanging up, leaving you no time to respond.

When you reached the smoking area, you were greeted by the sight of Winter hunched over, puking. Beside her stood a boy casually scrolling through his phone, holding her bag like it was the most natural thing in the world.

"Winter!" you called, drawing the boy’s attention.

"It’s a school night," you muttered in frustration, moving to help your best friend.

"Right," the boy murmured, barely audible but clear enough for you to hear.

"I ran into her inside," he explained, finally looking up from his phone. "She said she felt like she was going to throw up."

You froze momentarily, caught off guard by his appearance. He looked good—like God’s favorite child, visuals with no imperfection in sight.

"Do you two know each other?" you asked, not directing the question at anyone in particular.

"Yes!" Winter chimed in, her voice still tipsy.

The two of you exchanged a glance as Winter wiped her mouth, straightened up, and grinned as if she hadn’t just been throwing up moments ago—far from her usual composed self.

"Please take me home," Winter slurred, swaying slightly.

── .✦

“Who’s that?” Haechan asked, leaning casually against his car as he spotted you and Winter, who was currently being carried by an unfamiliar boy.

You shrugged. “No idea, but apparently, they know each other.”

“He looks fine,” Haechan remarked, his eyes trailing over the boy. You couldn’t argue with that, but you stayed quiet.

The boy gently helped Winter into Haechan’s car, her giggles filling the air as she pinched his cheek. Haechan grimaced at the interaction.

“Stop being a hater,” you said, nudging Haechan lightly.

Turning your attention to Winter, you asked, “Are you okay? Do you need water?”

Winter cooed dramatically, “You’re such a sweetheart!” Her voice was loud enough to make you, Haechan, and the boy flinch simultaneously.

Winter’s attention shifted back to the boy as she poked his cheek. “You’re a sweetheart too. You should date my best friend,” she said, her words slurring slightly.

Haechan snorted at the comment. “She’s been single since forever,” Winter added with no filter, causing Haechan to burst out laughing.

You rolled your eyes playfully. “Shut up,” you muttered, placing Winter’s bag beside her in the car.

Your cheeks flushed with embarrassment, which didn’t escape the boy’s notice as he smiled at the scene. His smile didn’t go unnoticed by you either.

── .✦

“Where were you?” Jeno exclaimed as he approached Jaemin outside the local club. Jaemin flicked his half-smoked cigarette into the trash as Jeno arrived.

“I ran into Winter,” Jaemin replied casually, prompting a frown from Jeno.

“Winter? As in Winter, your former... situationship?” Jeno asked, his tone laced with curiosity. Jaemin nodded in confirmation.

“Good thing her friend showed up to pick her up,” Jaemin added, earning an understanding nod from Jeno.

“You're lucky because if her friend hadn't shown up, you’d probably have been the one stuck taking her home,” Jeno teased with a chuckle.

Jaemin nodded. “Exactly what I was trying to avoid. You know I don’t want to have anything to do with Winter anymore.”

── .✦

It was just another day on campus when you entered the lab room, which was unusually crowded as your professor had combined your class with another.

“I wonder who my lab partner will be. Will I be paired with someone from the other class?” you mutter as you sat down and got comfortable, but almost immediately, a voice from beside you interrupted.

“Is this seat taken?” a deep voice asked.

Looking up, you were met with a familiar face—the same guy from last night, the one you suspected knew Winter. Once again, you were struck by his looks. He seemed even more handsome now, his features more defined under the bright lighting.

“Oh, it’s you,” the guy said, sitting down next to you without waiting for you response, his neutral expression replaced by a playful smile.

“I didn’t say the seat was free,” you remarked, watching as he settled into the chair.

He ignored your comment, instead glancing at your university ID. After reading your name, he wrote your name and his on a piece of paper.

“What are you doing?” You asked, watching him scribble.

The boy gestured toward the whiteboard at the front of the room, where it read:

"Look for a lab partner—by pair only! Write your and your partner's name on a sheet of paper. " You were momentarily taken aback as he casually wrote your name next to his on the paper, "Na Jaemin," it read, before standing up from his seat and walking to the front of the class to submit it.

As Jaemin walked back to his seat, you felt your cheeks flush for no apparent reason. Clearing your throat, you muttered softly, "I guess we're lab partners now."

Jaemin sat down and glanced at you, his head tilting slightly as a charming smirk appeared on his face. He thought your sudden shyness, which wasn’t there when you were picking up Winter, was quite adorable.

"I guess we are," he says, his smile widening slightly as he looks at you.

This was definitely going to be an interesting lab class for Na Jaemin.

[eaurouge-sangnoir]

whats your top 5 favorites lestappen fanfic

this is such a hard question but i'm going to try and give you 5 fics that come to mind when i think lestappen. note i have so many fics on my tbr list that i know are very popular in the fandom, if you're surprised some fics are not in the list, that's probably why.

grapefruit mignonette by slapshots

their dynamic is incredible. love all the work done around food in this. go read it if you've not. chef AU (max is so chef-coded and it's the perfect fic with this trope).

2. lit by electric lights by dewclaw

not super long but still hits in all the right places. super sweet. cam boy charles/f1 driver max.

3. every other sunday by Anney

a classic for a reason. outed max and supportive charles.

4. half of a heaven by weiwuxian (BreathOfDream)

angst with a happy ending exactly at the level i fuck with. love it. angsty model charles/simp driver max.

5. Breath You In (Like a Vapor) by Fabby

shared obsession of max calling charles baby, what can i say? kinda canon (both still drivers) figuring out over winter break that they're obsessed with each other. it was between this one and the The Warming Verse tbh.

bonus - it's a wip so i didn't want to include it in the list but heartstroke by grandprix makes me feel things.

i read and bookmark everything on another account (i've been meaning to add rpf bookmarks onto my writing account but where is the time??). in the mean time if you want any recs for f1 and hockey rpf let me know.

thanks <3

[dawn-iscozy]

“ like a cat in a sunny spot ” ♡ x ♡

 SERIES PLAYLIST: “ swim ” - chase atlantic ♡ “ honey (are u coming?) ” - maneskin ♡ “ the summoning  ” - sleep token ♡ “ soft spot ” - keshi ♡ “ bubbly ” - colbie caillat ♡ “ kiss me ” - ed sheeran ♡ “ cotton candy ” - yungblud ♡

SERIES WARNINGS: poly, eventual ot8, named oc - “Rora”, derived from “Aurora” (soooooo original, I know), who is basically a self-insert (i’m still on the brink of denial about it). loooots of nicknames/pet names, and even more as the fic progresses (if you read the “a little warmth in winter” you’ll know most of the names already 🤭). things move pretty quickly in this, and it may stray vaguely into soulmate au territory but, like, I’m a sucker for these men and for the way I’ve written them and I just can’t stop.

apologies in advance if the timeline doesn’t make any sense, I’m going purely on vibes and my affection for these 8 men. idk if it deserves a warning, but scents are mentioned a lot in some parts and kinda littered through the rest of the fic (using scent profiles from a perfume/fragrance site that has a line of scents called “Smells Like a Hug From Ateez” and very limited knowledge of fragrances the members may have previously used/just the vibes they give off)

WORD COUNT: 12.5k

ADDITIONAL WARNINGS: more sleepy mingi, more simping (i’m so down bad for these boys if it wasn’t already made obvious), sannie likes to dote and dresses oc, so does jongho in his own way, mingi and wooyoung are little shits, but they’re cute so it’s okay, group date!!, new female oc, pink hwa, hwa playing animal crossing, (temporary 😔) scene boy yeosangie, descriptions of rora’s hair (ginger and blonde cause she’s a self-insert yall🙃), rora wears a dress, yeosang really likes the dress and it makes him a shy boy, S M U T, yet another threesome, use of a toy, yeosangie gives switch vibes at moments, yeosang REALLY likes rora’s thighs, jongho is in charge yup, and he insists on very explicit consent, face sitting, incorrect use of a belt, possibly slight mxm (sorry not sorry), masturbation, definitely more that needs to be added, let me know if there is

TAG LIST: @kaleigh-2002 @stickystickyjam (if anyone else wants to be added, drop a comment or a message and i'll gladly add you!)

A NOTE: i literally JUST finished writing this and haven't really gone over the later half of this part much, so if there's anything not mentioned in the warnings, typos, or anything that doesn't make sense...let me know so i can fix it! enjoy, and pleasepleaseplease let me know what you think! 😊🫶

♡ 18+ - smut - MDNI ♡

Wooyoung hogged her attention until one of the others heard him trying to sneak her down the hall and into his bedroom. He wasn’t very sneaky about it, giggling and pressing wet kisses into her skin loud enough they echoed off the walls. Mingi, apparently now ready to be awake and presumably hearing Wooyoung’s commotion, opened Yunho’s bedroom door, catching Wooyoung in the act. 

He stared for a moment, blinking bleary eyes at the two of them before stealing her right out of a protesting Wooyoung’s arms. His movements were slow, sloppy, but Wooyoung didn’t make a move to stop his friend, complaining aloud even as he helped steady her when Mingi’s large frame stumbled, hand warm on her bare shoulder before retreating a step back. 

“Morning, Mingi.” She laughed, ignoring Wooyoung’s petulant huffing and puffing behind her in favor of throwing her arms around Mingi’s broad shoulders. “I thought you would sleep longer.”

Mingi hummed, holding her tighter against his warm chest. “Couldn’t go back to sleep,” he said, fumbling his grip around her waist to ensure her towel stayed in place. “Missed you. Yuyu wouldn’t let me cuddle him.”

“Poor baby,” she cooed, pressing a kiss to his chin. “Just need attention all the time, hmm?”

A sound bubbled up in his throat that sounded suspiciously like a whine, his head swinging in a sleepy left and right that had her laughing. 

“Don’t deny it, you needy thing,” she teased, letting her fingers sift through his messy hair, working through the tangles in an attempt to get the strands to lay properly on his head. “It’s cute.”

“M’not cute,” Mingi murmured, brows pulling down low over his eyes and full lips pushing out in a pout that entirely defeated his disagreement. 

Her brows rose, and she hummed. “Funny, Yeosang said the exact same thing earlier,” she said. “You can be cute and also be handsome or cool or sexy or whatever else you wanna be, you know.”

“You’ve got a point,” he admitted, but his brows were still furrowed and his lips still pouted.

“D’you wanna cuddle until Jongho comes back with my clothes?” Rora asked, unable to stop herself as she dotingly smoothed down his sleep mussed hair again. 

That brightened him up, brows rising high on his forehead and eyes practically disappearing behind the big gummy smile he shot at her. “Yeah?”

“Yeah, baby,” she said, melting against him when his arms tightened around her middle. Wooyoung let out a noise, and she looked back at him, giggling at his disgruntled expression. “Of course you can join too, Youngie. We were going to your room anyway, right?”

“Fuck yeah,” he quickly agreed, grabbing both of them by the arms, forcing them to stumble the rest of the way down the hall to his opened bedroom door and pushing them into a giggling heap atop his still very unmade bed. 

“You can just use your words, you know.” Rora laughed as he pushed and pulled her and Mingi around on the bed. 

He huffed and continued what he was doing, shuffling the blankets around to cover them once everyone was where he wanted them. “That’s not nearly as fun,” he murmured, settling down to one side of Mingi, throwing an arm and a leg around his larger friend. His fingers wrapped lightly around hers, pulling until her arm was snuggly around Mingi’s chest, fingers linked with Wooyoung’s. 

They stayed like that, her and Wooyoung wrapped around a very happy Mingi, for at least an hour. Long enough that the other friends seemingly took turns stopping by the room to check on them. Long enough for Jongho and San to finish up at her apartment, come back, and start looking for her. 

She squealed when a broad shouldered man ran into the room to jump across the three of them, the two men laying on the bed groaning when his weight landed on them. San crawled over his friends to cage her head between two muscular arms. “Hi, darling,” he said, dimples on full display and damp hair hanging over his eyes.

“Hi, Sannie,” she said. “Did you have a good workout?”

He nodded, leaning down to nuzzle her cheek, pressing kisses to her jaw. 

“You smell like my shampoo,” she murmured, sniffing at his hair again just to confirm, unable to stop the little flutter of happiness when the familiar jasmine scent filled her senses, undercurrents of almond and shea coming through, mixing pretty well with San’s usual cologne. “And my soap. Did you shower at my place?”

“Mhm. Jongho came before I could shower at the gym and didn’t wanna make him wait too long.” He shifted, settling more into his position atop his friends, easily ignoring their protests and groans of pain. “S’that okay?”

“More than.” She kissed his cheek. “How’s Teddy? He doing okay?”

“He’s fine,” Jongho finally said. Her gaze fell from San’s to watch Jongho walk further into the room. He smiled as he crouched beside her, elbows propped on the mattress to lean closer to her, fingers playing with the strands of her hair that were splayed out on the pillow only to give a playful tug. The sharp gasp that elicited made him laugh, but he soothed the sting in her scalp with a tender touch that had her eyes threatening to flutter closed. “He ate his food and played with Sannie for a little while. He was curled up for a nap in your bed by the time we left.”

“Thank you,” she said. “What clothes did you bring me?”

A smirk crawled onto his face. “None, sorry. Guess you’ll have to stay in that towel.”

Scoffing, she rolled her eyes only to pout up at him. “When did you become such a pervert?” she whined. 

All he did was laugh, grabbing a bag from the floor. “I found a dress that I remember you wearing to work once a long time ago. Remembered how pretty you looked in it and knew it would drive Yeosangie a little crazy.”

A brow rose in surprise. “Yeosang?”

San huffed out a laugh. “Her thighs look a little extra good in that one, baby bear?”

“Scrumptious, even,” he said, eyes gleaming with mischief. 

“You’re gonna torture the poor guy.” Despite his words, San’s tone was filled with amusement and his chest continued to rumble with laughter. 

“Good.” Jongho smirked, eyes still sparkling as they looked down at her. “Now, up you get. Time to get dressed.”

“You’re sadistic,” she grumbled lightheartedly, barely containing the giggle beginning to bubble in her throat. “And bossy.”

“You like bossy,” Mingi and Wooyoung said in unison, sending the two of them into fits of laughter that echoed off the walls and shook the bed. 

“Been nothing but sweet to you two all morning and you decide to gang up on me. I see how it is,” she snipped, wiggling her way out from the tangle of limbs and grabby hands. 

Jongho handed her the bag he brought, and her brows arched as she shuffled through the contents. A finger hooked through a pair of delicate white lace panties she rarely wore, dangling it in the air as she looked between Jongho and San. “Who decided on this?”

“It was a unanimous decision,” San answered, cheeks flushing and eyes turning into crescents with the shy smile curling at the corners of his lips. “But I suggested also including the matching bra. Wanted to see you in it. Knew you’d look pretty in the full set. And Jongho agreed.”

“Guess I could get dressed here and show you, hmm?” she mused, laughing when all four men agreed with great enthusiasm. Her head tilted, and she looked at Sannie with a tiny smile. “Or would you like to help me wear it? You seem to like the idea of dressing me up.”

Cheeks still pink, he just stared at her from his place on the bed, like he needed a moment to process her suggestion. Then, he was scrambling up from the pile of bodies and pushing a laughing Jongho aside to get to her.

He took great joy in unknotting her towel, strong hands soft on her skin, gaze all but reverent as every inch of her was exposed to everyone in the room. He was gentle in caressing her belly, sneaking around her hips to give her ass a cheeky squeeze that had everyone laughing at her little squeak of surprise. 

Quiet murmurs of praise filled her cheeks with pink and had her skin thrumming with the heat of all of their eyes on her. She loved it, even if the initial courage gave way to embarrassment. There was nothing but warmth from each of them, maybe a bit of lust as they skimmed over her nakedness. As they took note of the way her nipples pebbled in the air of the room, how her thighs squeezed together and her arms came around her middle before falling away to allow Sannie to soothe her back into full comfort. 

The broad-shouldered man kneeled before her, helping her step into her panties. A mere scrap of lace that disappeared between her cheeks and hugged her hips in a way that she often found herself just that slightest bit too conscious of. But the fabric was soft. Pretty. And she loved the way Sannie’s eyes lit up, warm and soft and all but reverent, when he pulled them up her thighs. As he settled the material over her hips. Loved the way his fingers traced the top of the panties, calloused fingertips smoothing over where they dug into her skin, before trailing up her belly with such tenderness that goosebumps rose in their wake. 

The bra came next, nimble fingers sliding the straps up her arms and over her shoulders. “Turn for me?” San murmured, pressing a kiss to her sternum, guiding her hands up to hold the bra in place.  

She did as he asked, eyes falling on Jongho. His eyes skimmed over her before coming to rest on her face again. Her breath caught at the look on his face. At the combination of affection and heat there. At the smirk that slowly formed as he took notice of how he affected her. 

Hands kneaded at her ass, up her back. Fingers tickled over her ribs before coming to catch the bra hooks to hook them together. Then kisses were trailing down her spine, hands kneading her ass again. 

“Fucking love your ass, darling,” San all but whined, teeth sinking into the flesh of one cheek hard enough that she yelped. 

“What’s with you and biting me?” she scolded, biting back a giggle as his fingers tickled up her sides again, wiggling away from him until he gripped her hips to pull her back to him. 

“Stop being so biteable,” he murmured, pressing kissed over where, no doubt, an imprint of his teeth was embedded in her skin, making her shudder in his hold. “Sorry, darling. That one might bruise.”

A knock came at the door, and she turned to see Hongjoong there, arms crossed over his chest but a smile on his face as he leaned against the door frame. Yeosang peeked in over his friend’s shoulder, freezing when he spotted her. She shivered at the way his lips parted. How his eyes raked over her, teeth trapping his bottom lip. His eyes caught hers for a moment, cheeks reddening, before he disappeared from the doorway altogether. 

“Hwa’s appointment is in half an hour,” Hongjoong said when her attention came back to him, already turning to leave, glancing over his shoulder with a little grin. “We gotta leave in 10 minutes if we want to make it in time.”

Rora giggled when three of the four men in the room grumbled and whined at their older friend’s words. “Are you done, Sannie? Or are you gonna help me with my dress too?”

San hummed, reaching to pull the dress from the bag and carefully pulling it over her head. It was a soft fabric, sage green and dotted with little daisies, with thin straps and a square neckline that outlined her breasts well. She had to agree with Jongho, too. It did frame her legs nicely, flaring out in an a-line at the top of her hips and falling just far enough on her thigh, where she wished every shorter piece of clothing she owned would stop but almost never would wear out in public. 

She felt pretty in it, felt pretty under their gazes and unfiltered praises, giggling as she was pulled back down into the cuddle pile. Mingi and Wooyoung littered her with kisses until Mingi got too excited and caught her mouth with his own, stealing her breath and gripping her close to him until she had to thread her fingers in his hair and tug to pull him away.

He looked entirely unrepentant. Particularly smug as his eyes roamed over her face to take in the flush of her cheeks and the wet shine of her lips. Even as San and Wooyoung tackled him away from her and into a bout of playful wrestling and tickling that had the larger man shrieking with laughter. Jongho helped her from the bed just in time, as the three of them rolled right into the spot that she had been laying in. 

She giggled in his hold, letting him sweep her from the room and down the hall, where her dates were likely waiting for her. Jongho cleared his throat, hands disappearing from her skin and into the pockets of his sweats. “I have a cardigan you can borrow to wear over your dress,” Jongho suggested, chin hooking over her shoulder as they shuffled awkwardly closer to the living area. “So you don’t get cold.”

“I love how I don’t even have to steal clothes from any of you. You all just offer them up without anyone even asking,” 

“So you don't get cold,” Jongho reiterated, but when she glanced back at him, his eyes were looking forward, refusing to look in her direction, and the red in his ears was traveling to his cheeks.

“Just admit you like when I wear your clothes, bear.” Her lips pressed against a pink-dusted cheek. “I’m not gonna say no.”

He pushed her to sit on the sofa, hands gentle and face sulky, and left her in the living room. There was clattering in the kitchen, shuffling, the rustling of clothing. Curiosity got the best of her, and she turned to see Seonghwa looking through the fridge while Yeosang adjusted and fussed over his clothes. He was dressed in a simple white shirt tucked into belted light-wash jeans, but he looked incredible. Flashes of skin caught her eyes, the bulging and flexing of arms, as he pulled at his t-shirt to look it over. Seonghwa murmured something that she couldn’t quite catch, but whatever he said made Yeosang relax and let his shirt go. Until he turned to the living room and tensed up again, seeming to startle upon seeing her seated on the sofa. How he didn’t hear her and Jongho coming in, she wasn’t sure. But it was endearing, nonetheless. 

“Didn’t mean to scare you, Yeosangie,” she said, pulling a leg up onto the sofa to tuck it beneath her, watching in awe as his eyes tracked her movements, locking in on the way her thigh expanded upon settling against the cushion. Pretty lips parting again, a flash of pearly white teeth and pink tongue. Eyes so surprisingly intense for a long moment, she couldn’t breath. Not until he startled, looking away when Jongho came back into the room, a soft looking sweater folded over his arm. 

Jongho laughed at Yeosang upon his arrival, taking in his friend’s flustered face, how his eyes darted away from everyone in the room. Jongho’s knowing, satisfied look sent her giggling as she took the cream cardigan from his outstretched hand.

Seonghwa sighed, letting the refrigerator door fall closed, arms stretching over his head as he turned, the loose sleeves of his open-knit sweater pooling at his elbows and the bottom lifting to show a sliver of taut tummy. The cream color of it made him look soft, cozy, and had him nearly glowing in the late morning light. Looking like an angel, him and Yeosang both. 

A smile crossed Seonghwa’s lips when he saw her sitting on the couch. His face was soft, eyes shining under the kitchen lights, hair falling into his eyes as his head tilted. “There’s nothing to really eat here. How about we order some food and have it delivered to the salon?” Her stomach answered for her, grumbling at the thought of food, and he laughed, head tipping back just enough to emphasize the pretty line of his neck, the golden glint of a delicate chain gleaming over the ridges of his collarbones. “I’ll order it on the drive there,” he said, voice soft, trembling with lingering laughter. 

“Hmm?” She turned to see Hongjoong walking into the room, face shining with what she assumed to be a layer of not-yet-set skincare. He looked both put together and casual in a button-up and ripped black jeans, hair messy on his head, pushed back by a pair of sunglasses. 

“You’re driving so I can order us food,” Seonghwa said. 

Hongjoong nodded, picking at his shirt and adjusting the way it fit on his frame. “You still have my card info on your delivery app, right? You’re already paying for the salon - charge the food to my card. And make sure to get some coffee.”

Seonghwa flustered for a moment, mouth opening and closing before he finally sighed, lips tipping up into a little smile. Affectionately defeated, like he knew it wouldn’t be worth it to fight his friend on the matter but he appreciated the offer nonetheless. “Yeah, okay. Thanks, Joong.”

Hongjoong hummed, looking around at everyone as he re-tucked the front of his button up into his jeans. The move should have been awkward, but as his gaze locked with her own, deft fingers adjusting his belt, she couldn’t help but swallow. The corner of his mouth went up, but he didn’t say anything about it. 

“Are we all ready to go?” he asked. 

The three men started making their way to the front door, taking turns to slip into their shoes at the entrance, and she turned to Jongho, who had been silently standing near the couch the whole time. Rora tucked his cardigan closer to her chest as she stood, leaning into him to plant a lingering kiss on his cheek. “See you later, bear,” she said. 

“Have fun, precious,” he murmured, smoothing his thumb over her jaw lightly. 

She hummed. “Don’t miss me too much,” she teased, giggling when he rolled his eyes.

“Go before he drags you to his cave and keeps you for himself,” Wooyoung interrupted, cackling and running back down the hallway when Jongho turned to him.

♡♡♡

The drive was quiet, interrupted only by Seonghwa asking soft questions about what everyone would like from a bagel place he promised was good (Sannie tested and everything). The order was placed and they were just waiting for the driver to pick up and deliver. As soon as they got to the shop, Seonghwa was greeted with a hug and a warm call of his name by a ball of energy with short, colorful hair and sick graphic liner. “How’ve you been, Hwa?” The person asked, pulling back to look at his face, gloss-slicked lips pulling up into a grin. “Are you ready to finally go pink?”

With previous partners, she might have felt uncomfortable. Not jealous, really. And maybe she was a bit uncomfortable at that moment. But it felt more like usual first-date jitters. The usual meeting-a-new-person, twist in her stomach. The typical about to make a change to her appearance that she gets every time she goes for a haircut, tries on a new piece of clothing, or experiments with makeup. 

“So ready,” he confirmed, lips stretching into a wide, pretty smile. He took a step away from the person, looking behind his shoulder to catch her gaze. His eyes roamed over her face, gauging her reaction, making sure she was okay, seeming to catch the nerves in her posture. His expression softened before he beckoned the three of them further inside. “Naomi, you’ve met Joong, right? He came along on my last appointment. And this is Yeosang and Rora. If it wouldn’t be too much, would you want to have some fun with their hair, too? I’m sorry to just spring this on you. I should have called ahead to ask, but it was a last minute idea and I got too excited.” 

“You brought friends!” Naomi’s face practically glowed as she moved a few steps away from him to glance over them. A bubbly little sound came from her lips and her hands clapped together. “Of course I don’t mind! I have nothing else going on today, anyway. You’ve practically booked up my whole day, remember? Come in, come in!”

She was quick in seating them, each of them in a chair, turned to watch her start working on Seonghwa. Hongjoong flip-flopped between dozing off and speaking with her and Yeosang until the food Seonghwa ordered was finally delivered, the coffee taking effect quickly and sending him into a buzz of laughter and conversation that had him twitching in his seat and practically glowing, even under the fluorescent lighting of the salon. 

And Yeosang kept glancing at her with flushed cheeks and dark eyes, tongue poking out occasionally, a teasing glimpse of pink that made her heart flutter every time it happened. It took a while for him to loosen up, but before she knew it, he was laughing aloud at jokes and sending shockingly sharp jabs at his friends that sent her laughing aloud. 

To her own surprise, she was quick in relaxing into the situation. The three men and Naomi kept the conversations flowing with an ease that she admired, and when they all fell into silence, none of them seemed anxious to fill it. It was comfortable. Like every other interaction she’d had with any eight of these men since meeting them. They were all just so…kind and 

Soon, Noami was done slapping thick globs of bleach and foils onto Hwa’s hair with quick, practiced movements until his head was fully covered in aluminum pieces. The hairdresser had barely peeled the gloves from her hands before Seonghwa was moving. 

Rora watched in the mirror as Seonghwa pulled his bag into his lap, searching around for something she couldn't quite see. With a triumphant noise, he pulled out a gaming system. His eyes were gleaming under the store lights, enhanced by the glinting of the foils decorating his head. He froze when he saw her looking, face almost guilty "Do you mind if I play?" he asked.

"Not at all," Rora said, containing a giggle when his face immediately brightened up and he wiggled in his seat. 

Naomi moved to stand behind her, stealing her attention from the adorably excited man as she moved her fingers through her hair. "What were you thinking of getting done?" Naomi asked, meeting her eyes in the large mirror. 

“I’ve been wanting to try a split dye for a while,” she said, eyes sliding from the hairdresser’s face in the mirror to settle on Hongjoong’s. Her cheeks were already warm from the interaction with a new (very pretty) person, but they flamed even brighter when his eyes widened, a smug smile finding home on his lips. She cleared her throat. “Blonde and my natural color.”

“I love it when redheads add some blond,” Naomi said, working a comb through her hair to part it properly down the middle. “You’re wanting a proper half and half split dye, right? One full side of blonde?”

“Yes,” Rora confirmed.

“Are you gonna want a cut too?”

“Please,” she said, laughing lightly. “I need some of this length gone.”

“This is gonna be fun,” she said, clapping her hands together once. “I’m just going to go get everything ready and I’ll be right back, okay?”

  “Yeah, thank you.” Rora murmured, head nodding as she forced herself to relax into the chair again.

As Naomi walked away from her, the hairdresser turned to Hongjoong, who was shifting in his seat and adjusting his hair on his head. “Hongjoong, are you wanting to touch up your own hair again or do you want help this time?” Naomi asked. 

He glanced at her over his shoulder with a charming little grin. “I can do it, Naomi. Thank you.” 

“I’ll mix you some up too, then,” she said. “Yeosang.” Said man perked up at his name being called. “I’ll get to you in a little bit, okay? Sit tight.” When he nodded his acknowledgment, she disappeared around a corner at the far end of the studio space. 

She came back and got started quickly, parting her hair and painting it with bleach with steady, practiced moves. Naomi was halfway through bleaching her hair when their eyes met briefly in the mirror. “Rora,” she said softly, a question already curling up at the end of her words. “How did you come to meet my favorite clients?” 

Rora had to pause for a moment, shutting off her phone screen and settling it face down on her lap. “Do you want the full version or a summary?” she asked, swallowing when the eyes of the three men also settled on her, their curious gazes like weights on her face. 

“You can tell me whatever you want to tell me. Or you can tell me nothing,” she said sweetly. “I won’t judge or pressure you.”

Rora breathed out through her mouth, slow and steady. “Some of my coworkers talked me into going out after work one Friday evening. Coerced me, more like, but I agreed to go so they would finally just…stop asking and making comments about how I never go out,” she started. “They left me as soon as we got through the door, saying they were going to get drinks or something. But when I made it to the bar, they weren’t there. I couldn’t see them anywhere, so I just sat at the bar, trying to enjoy a drink cause I had worked so hard to dress up and everything. And yeah, I felt like I looked good, yunno? It would have been such a waste to just go home.”

Naomi made a little noise in the back of her throat. “Did you take any pictures?” she asked, leaning closer. “I’m so invested in this now, and I need to properly visualize it.” 

Fumbling to flip her phone back around, Rora flipped through the pictures in her phone, flustering further as Seonghwa, Hongjoong, and Yeosang came over, crowding as close as they dared to see the picture themselves. She found it quickly enough, the full body mirror picture she took just a little too long perfecting before stepping out her door. Her heels, the shiny red of the dress, the dark red pop of her lipstick barely visible behind her phone. It was one of the best pictures she had ever taken of herself.

“Damn, girl, yeah. You looked hot. Definitely would have been a shame to just go home!” Naomi exclaimed. “What happened next?”

Her cheeks flushed at the memories, and she cleared her throat, watching the three men go back to their respective chairs as she thought about the best way to word the rest of the story. “Two of their friends, Wooyoung and San, sat next to me at the bar, asked if I wanted to dance. We had fun, and they made the night so much better than I imagined it would be. One thing led to another, and turns out I’ve been working with one of their other friends, Jongho, for the last year or so. Had met another one that same afternoon, even. Eventually, I met the whole group and apparently, they want me to stick around.”

Naomi hummed, continuing to gently swipe bleach into Rora’s hair. “I don’t know all of them, obviously,” she said. “Or you all that well, for that matter. I’m sorry your coworkers did that to you. That was really shitty of them, and you didn’t deserve that. But I’m glad something good came out of it. If the rest of them are anything like Seonghwa or Hongjoong, they’ve gotta be some really great people.”

Hongjoong, Seonghwa, and Yeosang shifted sheepishly in their chairs, cheeks and ears pink at the praise, and Rora couldn’t help the grin forming on her face. “They are,” she agreed, watching as the three men grew even more flustered under her gaze. 

They were at the salon for hours, but the time passed by in a blur of tingling scalp, giggle-filled conversations, and observations she was able to make about the three men. Like how Hongjoong tried to lead conversations, even when he might have been feeling a little awkward, offering to be the bridge to keep things moving smoothly. How Yeosang may have often needed to ask people to repeat things they said but was surprisingly sharp and observant. How Seonghwa got completely lost in his game at one point, gleaming with happiness as he clicked buttons and copied the noises of the little characters on the screen. How the two oldest friends practically coddled Yeosang, casually wiping his face of food crumbs after they all ate or cooing at him adoringly when he did something they deemed particularly cute. How easy it was for them to do such acts, like they had been doing it without thought for years and years. And maybe they have. She didn’t know how long they had known each other, but the closeness of all eight of them spoke of years of friendship and comfort and understanding. 

By the end of their salon date, her hair was shorter and half blonde, Hongjoong’s split dye was retouched, Seonghwa’s hair was a gorgeous bubblegum pink that made him glow, and Yeosang’s hair was green with lines of black striked through. He had told Naomi he wanted to try it, but he didn’t want the whole thing to be as permanent. So, they settled on bleaching his hair, dying it green, and having some fun with some hair chalk Naomi had been curious about and was excited to finally be using on someone. 

The sun was nearly setting by the time they were all done and Jongho was pulling up outside the salon. Rora grinned at him as he stepped out of the car, adjusting his shirt as he walked closer. “Hi, bear,” she greeted brightly, letting him pull her into a hug, her arms going around his middle.

“Hi,” he greeted, planting a kiss on her forehead. “I like the hair,” he said, pulling back to look her over better, a hand coming up to brush over the freshly bleached half of her head. “It looks good on you.”

“Thank you,” she said. 

Abruptly, he pulled away from her and stalked over to his friends, throwing an arm around Yeosang’s shoulders. “You’re coming with us,” he said, manhandling the confused man over to his car. “Say bye, precious.”

Rora tsked, but she couldn’t fight the smile threatening to take over her face as she stepped closer to Hongjoong and Seonghwa. “You leaving us?” Hongjoong asked, arms crossed over his chest. 

She looked between them, mirroring Seonghwa’s pout as she nodded. “Mhm,” she hummed, taking a step closer to them. Her head tilted, teeth nibbling her bottom lip before she pressed up to press a kiss to Seonghwa’s and then Hongjoong’s cheek. When she rocked back onto her heels, Hongjoong reached for her, hand around the back of her neck to pull her close. Noses brushing, breath mingling for only a moment, and then his lips were on hers. Soft and firm, pulling a gasp right from her. 

Soft fingers were gripping her chin, turning her head until Hongjoong’s lips disconnected from hers, another pair taking his place. Plush, slightly sticky from some gloss or balm. A tongue teased her bottom lip, cherry exploding in her mouth as she opened up for him. Then nothing, eyes still closed and breaths coming from her in soft pants. The warmth of them retreated, and she whined, much to their amusement. Their laughter had warm breath fanning her face as they pressed twin kisses to each of her cheeks. 

“Have fun with Jongho and Yeosangie, bunny,” Seonghwa murmured. 

Her eyes fluttered open, and she let herself just…look at him for a moment. “The pink looks really good on you, Hwa,” she said, brushing her fingers through his hair, tucking some loose strands behind his ear. “Like, really good.”

His face went soft with his smile. “Thank you, bunny,” he said. “We’ll see you later, okay?”

She nodded, turned, and scurried over to where Jongho was waiting. 

“Wanna sit in the back with Sangie, baby?” He phrased it like a question, like he was merely suggesting it. But it seemed more like a demand. One that she found herself excitedly nodding to, allowing him to open the back door and help her inside. 

Yeosang watched as she settled in beside him, eyes wide and lips parted as he watched her hook her seatbelt and smooth her dress out over her thighs. 

The ride was tense, thick with something that had anticipation bubbling away in her belly. She caught Jongho’s gaze as he glanced back, tongue darting out to wet her bottom lip, breath hitching at the heat there. His eyes darted over to Yeosang for a moment, the corners of his lips ticking up in a mischievous little smirk. 

“Did I make a good pick, Yeosangie?” Jongho asked, eyes glancing back through the rearview mirror when the car came to a stop at a red light. “The dress looks so good on her, doesn’t it?” His voice was low, teasing. Knowing. Bordering on sadistic amusement. 

Her thighs squeezed shut, fingers curling in the fabric of her dress. 

She could feel Yeosang looking at her, could feel it as he took her in, and she looked over to see his eyes on the bare skin of her legs, bottom lip tucked between his teeth. Satisfaction bubbled in her chest, head going hazy with need. Her grip tightened on her dress, inching the material up just the slightest bit more. 

A noise fell from his parted lips, strong hands flexing where they rested in his lap. 

“You can touch me, Yeosangie,” she murmured, letting her thighs fall open just the slightest bit, shifting in his direction, debating just moving into the middle seat.

It was quiet enough in the car that she heard his breath catch in his throat. Heard the shift in his body as he stilled, as he tensed in his spot on the other side of the car. Her breathy giggle filled the silence, and she took the initiative. Unbuckling her belt, she slid quickly into the middle seat, pulling the new buckle over her lap before anyone was even able to reprimand her. 

Yeosang started at that, hands coming up as if to stop her, lips parting on a protest. Whatever he was going to say died in his throat when his palm landed on the exposed skin of her thigh. As if of their own accord, his fingers flexed, gripping the supple flesh enough that it indented and dimpled beneath his touch. His throat bobbed as he swallowed, lips parting again, eyes glued to the way the plush of her thighs spilled between the gaps of his fingers. To the way her skin raised with goosebumps at the gentle scrape of the calluses on his hands and her thighs squeezed together once again, emphasizing the plush of them. 

“Fuck,” he finally rumbled out.

Rora giggled, letting her fingers trail up his arm as she leaned closer into his space. “D’you like them, Sangie baby?” she asked. “Like my thighs?”

“So soft,” he breathed out, kneading the skin lightly, fingers teasing between the seam of her legs. He groaned when her thighs parted again, and he gripped the inside of her thigh to pull it closer to him. 

Before the tease on the tip of her tongue could be fully realized, Jongho was parking the car and glancing back at them, brows raised knowingly and eyes shining with amusement as he caught her gaze in the rearview mirror. He held her stare as he turned the car off and unbuckled his seatbelt, only looking away when the click of the buckle seemed to jolt Yeosang into motion. 

With quick, shaky movements, he unbuckled their belts, opened the door, and pulled her from the car. He stuck behind her, practically glued to her back as she led the way up to her apartment. Apparently, he couldn’t wait. Hands gripped her hips and turned her around, pushing her back against the door. Hand holding the back of her head, he dipped down to crush his lips against hers. 

Her surprised noise was muffled by his mouth, one hand coming up to grip her chin, tugging until her mouth opened up enough for his tongue. She melted right there, forgetting that they were in the hallway of her apartment building, that he had her pressed against her door, fingers bunching the fabric of her dress enough that it inched up her ass. 

Yeosang shifted, pressed her harder against the door, one of his strong legs pressing in between her own and the hand holding her head trailing down her back to grip her ass. He groaned into her mouth, tongue sliding against hers as he pulled her closer to his body, sending her grinding down against his thigh. 

The sharp gasp that elicited echoed in the hallway, and her cheeks flushed. “We gotta go inside, Sangie,” she murmured.

He grunted, lips trailing down her jaw to nip at her ear. “Code?” he asked, breath fanning down her neck.

A shiver worked down her spine, a moan building in her chest when she shifted against his thigh. She whispered the numbers out, hooking a finger in the belt loops of his pants, letting the fingers of her other hand untuck the bottom of his shirt to find the warm skin of his belly. 

The hitch of his breathing was covered by the successful beep of her keypad, and he was crowding her, pushing her through the door. They barely paused to take their shoes off at the entrance, stumbling through her apartment, hands frantically gripping at each other's clothes, skin, hair. It was unlike anything she thought would happen with him. The shy man who flirted but could barely meet her eyes as he did. The man whose hands sometimes shook just as bad as hers and whose ears went red when he caught her staring. This same man, in a hurry to get her inside her apartment, to fuck her as quickly as possible. 

It was exhilarating. 

Yeosang detached himself from her and pushed her over the edge of her bed. She lifted her knees to perch them on the little bit of metal overhang of her bed frame. Wicked bruises would decorate her skin for weeks to come, but they would definitely be well worth it. Her dress was flipped up and her panties were pulled down just far enough to expose her to the air, a hand pressing into her back to arch her hips higher in the air. 

“Fuck - yeah, stay like that for me.” His words were frantic, voice low and tense, and she could feel the shaking of his hands intensifying even as they left her skin. She could barely hear his words over the sound of his zipper and the sound of her own heartbeat. There was a clank as his pants fell to the floor and suddenly his cockhead was slipping through her folds, pressing against her clit then sliding back to lodge at her entrance. "Deep breath, angel. Relax." 

Rora inhaled at his words. One, two, and her breath was leaving her lungs entirely. He pressed right in, the stretch nearly too much with no prep. But she could already feel herself dripping, could hear the slick sounds with each flex of his hips forward until they finally rested flat against the roundness of her ass. 

"Fuck," he gritted out. "Sorry, angel. I wish I could take my time with you. But I just...." he trailed off, hips flexing in a way that had her whining. He whined in response, right into her ear as he collapsed over her. A hand slid up to push her hair up, fingers tangling in the roots, hot breath panted out against the back of her neck as he took a moment, just fully seated inside her. Teeth nipped, lips sucked, and she hoped he left marks behind. “Your thighs in this fucking dress,” he groaned, pressed his hips forward, ground his cock deep inside her until she keened

The door opened, slammed closed. She and Yeosang flinched at the sound, both moaning as the movement sent pleasure through them, and a chuckle filled the space. "Really just couldn't wait, huh, Sangie?" Jongho mused. “Never seen you so impatient. Not even stopping to greet poor Teddy.” 

Yeosang huffed, pushed himself up, the hand on her lower back moving to dig into the plush of her hips and ass, strong enough, tight enough, surely, to leave bruises. The hand in her hair tugging her up into a deeper arch, scalp stinging pleasantly and muscles aching with the effort of holding the position, of having his thick fucking cock bullying its way right into her slick cunt. 

His hips retreated, then punched forward strong enough that her knees threatened to slip, but his hold on her was strong, pushing her deeper into the mattress. "O-oh, god," she cried out, hands scrambling for something to grab onto, gripping at her blanket until it wrinkled in her fists. 

"There you go," Jongho said from behind them, his voice almost a condescending coo that sent a shiver down her spine. "Fuck her like she deserves, Sangie." 

Yeosang’s grip in her hair tightened, and he shifted to properly grip her hip, pulling her back to meet each precise thrust. He was slow with it, taking his time now, making her feel each retreat, letting himself enjoy the way she clenched around him, trying to suck him right back in. Her knees were screaming, already bruising, but her blood was singing, skin vibrating with pleasure. “So good,” she panted out, voice breaking on a moan with a particularly sharp thrust.  

She heard shuffling, her bedside drawer opening, a triumphant noise. Then, buzzing filled the air. She felt herself clenching around Yeosang's cock at the mere thought of her vibrator. 

"Turn her over, Yeo," Jongho murmured, climbing onto the bed beside her. Before she could turn her head to look at him, she was being pushed further up then flipped onto her back, legs caught in Yeosang's hands, hips just barely on the bed. Her panties were pulled the rest of the way off her legs, and in one smooth push, he filled her once more. He pulled her closer by her thighs, fingers kneading at the plush flesh like he just couldn’t get enough of it. 

She cried out, back arching, and Jongho caught her wrists to pull them over her head. Her eyes blinked open, and she watched him as he steadied himself before reaching over her, her small black bullet vibrator in his hand. 

Her breath caught. "Fuck!” The word came out as a mere squeak when he pressed the toy over her clit, unable to pull in a full breath. Her head flew back, body twisting like it didn't know whether to arch into the sudden pleasure or away from it. The sensation tore through her so fast, she didn’t even have the time to care about a possible noise complaint from any of her neighbors. It felt too good, was too much. She was almost certain that it was an orgasm, but one was already building up, too quickly for it to have been. 

She writhed beneath the two of them, hot under their ministrations. “Need,” she whined. “Need my dress off. Get it off, please.”

Jongho was quick to release her wrists and leave her vibrator sitting precariously against her, shoving the fabric up and off. His hands were gentle on her skin, trailing over her ribcage and breast, pressing just firmly enough that she arched up into his touch. Lips were on hers before the dress was even fully over her head, stealing what little breath she had. Strong fingers cupped beneath her chin, teeth nibbled her lip, a tongue swept into her mouth. 

The vibrator was pressed more firmly against her once again, and her hands flew down, gripping Yeosang’s wrists as his pace picked up. She moaned into Jongho’s mouth, thighs shaking around Yeosang’s hips so bad that he had to grip them, push them up until she was nearly folded in half. The angle had him sliding deeper, the vibrator stuck between the slick folds of her cunt and the plush of her thighs, shifting with every harsh thrust. 

She would have screamed if it weren’t for Jongho pulling back to slap a hand over her mouth. “Feel good, precious?” he murmured right into her ear. A whine was muffled by his hand, and she nodded, eyes wide, unable to focus on him properly with the pleasure continuing to build. “Gonna cum? Gonna make a mess all over Sangie’s cock, baby?”

Her moans, though muffled, continued to raise in pitch beneath his palm, her own hands sliding up her torso. Squeezing her breasts. Coming to settle on her throat, pressing just enough that her eyes threatened to roll back. 

“So fucking dirty, baby,” Jongho groaned. “Make her cum, Yeosang. I’ve got a little treat in mind for both of you, but I need you to make her cum first.”

She whined when Yeosang stopped moving and removed the vibrator from her, settling her flat against the bed. “What’s your favorite setting, angel?” he asked, voice low and breathless. 

Her hand reached out for the little device, flipping through the settings until she found the one that always left her entirely overwhelmed and seeing stars in mere moments. Yeosang shifted her further up the bed, climbing onto the mattress, thick cock hanging heavy between his strong thighs, still shining with her arousal. 

She moaned at the sight, at the next display of strength as he folded her in half again, lifting her hips right off the bed. His cock slid along the backs of her thighs, smearing the skin with her own juices and his sticky precum. Then, he was sliding home in a single, slow thrust that had him brushing over that glorious spot. 

The cry of his name was muffled by Jongho’s hand, but Yeosang seemed to hear it all the same, an eyebrow lifting and his lips ticking up smugly as each thrust had him hitting that same spot again and again. “Yeah,” he sighed. “Right there.” 

She worked the vibrator down her torso, a slow line down her belly until she could slip her hand between her thighs. Her eyes widened, rolling back, breath catching on a squeal as she pressed it to her clit, whining as she moved it around to find that perfect angle.

“Fuck,” Yeosang gritted out, head tossing back, his neck and chest flushed a glorious pink as her muscles fluttered around his cock. 

Rora gripped Jongho’s hand, sliding it from her mouth to rest heavy on her throat. “Sangie,” she whined. “Sangie, please.”

“Tell me what you need, angel,” he breathed, heavy lidded eyes sliding over her face. 

“Harder,” she murmured. “Fuck me harder. Please.” 

Yeosang cursed, pausing to brace himself better, gripping her thighs tighter. His next thrust into her was harsh but so. fucking. good. The loud gasp it elicited from her was muffled by the grip Jongho took on her throat. It sent her buzzing, floating, soaring. Almost immediately on the brink of cumming. 

“Yesyes, Sangie, please,” she panted out, free hand reaching down to grip at his wrist, reveling in the way the muscles of his forearm flexed beneath her touch, how his hold on her tightened when her nails dug into his skin. She was shaking. From the pleasure. From the sheer strength behind his thrusts. Finding a good grip on the vibrator and holding it where she needed it was proving difficult with just how wet she was, and she whined high in her throat as her climax sat just on the edge and retreated just out of grasp. “Jongie,” she cried, eyes fluttering open to look up at him. “Jongie, please. Can’t.” 

“What’s wrong, precious?” he asked, eyes sharp, dark as they slid over her face, taking in the flush of her cheeks and the tears threatening to wet her lashes. “Need some help? Pathetic little thing, aren’t you?” The words were degrading, but there was an affection in his tone that softened the edge.

Rora pouted up at him, nodding even as her eyes rolled back at Yeosang’s next thrust, at the sound he made when she tightened around him, once more on the edge. The vibrator slipped again, and she wanted to sob. Practically did, breath catching and voice cracking as she begged again. “P-please, Jongie. Need help.”

Jongho groaned, grip tightening on her throat briefly before letting her go. “Open her up, Sang. Make a little room,” he ordered, moving so his knees were on either side of her head, hand already sliding down her belly. “Hold on to me, baby. Keep your hands there.”

She did as he said, hands finding purchase behind each sadly still-clothed thigh, squeezing the softness to find the strong muscles nestled underneath. His hips shifted, the barest hint of a twitch forward, but just enough for her to wish his pants were gone. Imagining him above her, cock heavy between those thick thighs, dangling just above her face had her mouth watering. The wish was interrupted, however, when Jongho swiped the vibrator through her wetness, from where she was still stuffed full of Yeosang to the top of her cunt before circling lightly over her clit. 

“Good girl,” he murmured. Then, he pressed the toy down. Just the slightest bit more pressure, but enough to have her head throwing back and a cry ripping from her throat. “There you go. Just cum for Sangie and you can have that treat, hmm?” 

Muscles flexed beneath her grip, and her hold on him tightened. His hips twitched again. He pressed the vibrator with a little more pressure. 

Her body trembled as her orgasm began to build up again, as it threatened to topple her right off the edge of the earth. “Oh, god, please,” she sobbed. “So fucking close.”

“Yeah?” She couldn’t tell who said it, not when all she could hear was her own moans and the wet slap of Yeosang’s hips against her ass, and deep fucking voices groaning out words she couldn’t quite decipher. 

“Heard you squirted last night. Think you could do that for me?” She was just barely able to register Yeosang’s distinct timbre, and the sound of it had her shuddering.

“Faster. Harder, please,” she begged, hips twitching only to have both men lock her right back into place, at the perfect angle as Yeosang increased his pace, hitting that perfect spot over and over again with deadly aim. Harder, faster, like she asked, and it had her keening. 

“Gonna soak this fucking cock, angel? Can feel you squeezing me, you gonna cum?” He let go of one leg to land a sharp slap to the outside of her thigh, a hot sting that did nothing but push her even closer. 

“Fuckfuckfuck,” her voice raised in pitch as she felt it build up, that exquisite feeling from pulling the knot in her belly tight, had her cunt fluttering. “Please, please.” Her words were met with an increase in vibrations against her clit, and she was screaming, a hand slapping over her mouth as she came. 

Fingers took the place of Yeosang’s cock when she started to gush. “There you fuckin’ go,” Yeosang rasped out, voice breathy and so fucking low, it had her all but spiraling into another orgasm. Jongho kept the vibrator firmly against her poor clit, Yeosang’s strong fingers continually pressing against her sensitive walls to milk her of every drop they could get from her, until she was sobbing and writhing in their holds and there was a puddle under her ass. 

“Good girl,” Jongho murmured, fingers carding through her hair to help her come back down enough to register gentle hands massaging her hips and soft kisses and nips littering her thighs. Her eyes blinked open to find him looking down at her, gaze soft, bordering on concern. “You good?” 

The giggle that fell from her lips couldn’t be helped. Not when her heart gave a little flutter and her tummy swarmed with butterflies “So good,” she confirmed. 

She watched in real time as his expression shifted, going from soft to sharp, from warm to cold. A shiver worked down her body as a smirk came to his face. 

“Wanna know what that treat is?” he asked, still smoothing her hair back from her face as she nodded. His tongue darted out to wet his bottom lip, head tilting down to tease his lips over her own. “How about you smother our Sangie with your pretty cunt and thighs while I fuck you full? How does that sound?”

Rora moaned at the thought. “Please,” she murmured, tipping up to press her lips to his only to be left whining and wanting when he moved away. 

A huff of laughter warmed her face before he turned to his friend. “What about you, Sangie? You okay with it?”

Cheeks still flushed with exertion turned a darker red, and Yeosang swallowed. Lips parted, releasing a breath before he nodded. 

“Words.” Jongho’s tone was firm, eyes even moreso, and it sent her heart racing.

“Y-yeah,” Yeosang stuttered out. “I’m okay with that.”

“Lay down,” Jongho instructed, watching his friend pull his shirt over his head and lay down in the center of the mattress, watching as Yeosang’s fingers fidgeted with the wrinkles of her blankets, clenching and unclenching, cheeks brightening further when his still very hard cock gave a little twitch under both their gazes. 

Jongho, seeming to finally take pity on his friend, turned to her. “Straddle him, baby.”

She did as he said, slinging a leg over Yeosang’s hips to hover above him. He looked up at her, brows furrowed and eyes shining and lips parted. So eager and expectant and soso fucking beautiful, she couldn’t help but lean down to kiss him. 

The kisses were slow, deep, and his breath caught when she sucked on his bottom lip. A whine rumbled in his chest when her fingers tangled in his hair, tugging lightly to angle him so she could trail kisses down his chin and nibble along his jaw. His soft moans filled the air when she sucked a little mark beneath his ear, his whole body stirring, muscles tensing. But his hands stayed rooted in the sheets and his hips against the mattress. Being so patient. So fucking good. 

She kissed him until she was breathless. Until his mouth was shiny with her spit and his eyes were dazed and every sound that fell from him was raspy and whiny and he was shaking with a need that mirrored her own.

Until Jongho sighed and tangled a hand in her hair to yank her upright. “That’s enough, baby.” He tugged her hair again, his other hand coming around to cup her throat, aiding in tipping her head back so she could look at him. Those gorgeous eyes locked with hers, shining as they looked over her wrecked face, lips ticking up with a smirk that threatened to steal what was left of her breath as he leaned closer. 

“It’s time to sit on Sangie’s pretty face.” He paused long enough to look over her face, letting his eyes stray to his friend when he whined at his words, brow quirking up before turning his attention back to her. “Are you going to listen?”

“Yes,” she breathed, all but trembling as he looked over her face again.

“Yes?” His eyes raked over her face, brows arched expectantly.

“M’gonna listen, bear.” The words came out on a whine, struggling under his intense gaze and the feeling of Yeosang tensing, all but shivering beneath her. 

He nodded, letting her go with a satisfied, approving hum. A shiver worked through her at the sound of him pulling his belt through the loops of his jeans, and she gasped when he jerked her arms behind her, looping the still-warm leather around her wrists, tight enough to feel but loose enough that she could escape if she wanted to. “Keep your hands there,” he murmured, helping her shuffle up Yeosang’s body until her thighs caged his head. His hand snuck around her, fingers brushing Yeosang’s hair back with the backs of his fingers, brushing right over his birthmark, making his eyes flutter at the touch. 

“Go on, Yeosangie,” Jongho all but purred. “Make our girl feel good again, hmm?”

Yeosang looked so fucking gorgeous beneath her, cheeks red and hair a mess, eyes looking up at her with so much hunger she couldn’t help the little whimper slipping from her throat. She hovered above him, marveling as his eyes all but crossed to take her in, head lifting off the bed to press a kiss right over her clit. It was a whisper of a touch, but it was enough to have her hips jerking in surprise. 

His eyes came to her face again, shining with amusement and heat, staying locked with her own as he licked up her cunt. She yelped when strong hands gripped her thighs, pulling her flush against Yeosang’s face. He wasted no time, diving right in, brows furrowed and eyes closed like he was savoring her. LIke hse was the tastiest damn thing he had ever had on his tongue. 

Jongho shifted around behind her, the rustling of clothing piquing her interest, the strong grip he took on her restrained wrists even more so. He plastered his bare torso to her back, hard cock nestled against her ass as he nosed along the line of her neck. “You’re gonna take it all like a good girl, right, baby?” he murmured, voice barely more than a rasp in her ear. 

It had her shivering in his hold, body arching with the combination of his voice and a pointed suck to her clit from Yeosang. “Yes, yes, please,” she begged.

He groaned hotly against her neck, teeth digging into the skin there until she gasped. Then, he was pushing her forward, until she could no longer see Yeosang looking up at her and her face and chest met the cool wall. “Stay like that for me,” he said, gripping her wrist harder. 

His cock swiped through her folds, spreading the wetness from her hole down to where Yeosang’s tongue continued to work at her clit and back again. The broad head lodged there for one breathless moment. “Yeosangie, if you need to breathe or get uncomfortable, tap one of us, okay? Two times.”

Yeosang hummed the affirmative against her, and she had to swallow back a whine at the sensation. 

“Can you do it? Just so I know you understand?” Yeosang let go of one of her thighs and must have tapped Jongho, because Jongho hummed. “Good boy, Yeosangie.”

That got a reaction out of him, a full body shiver working through him, hard enough that she felt it. “Such a good boy,” she agreed, just to get another reaction out of him, wishing she had her hands so she could work her fingers through his hair, to caress his gorgeous face. 

He whined right into her cunt, suctioning against her clit until she cried out. 

Finally, Jongho was pressing harder, working the head of his cock into her. So fucking slow. So fucking thick. She groaned as he paused. “You ready, precious?” he asked, hand pressing against the back of her neck, gripping around to the sides to press down against the exact spot that made her brain grow hazy. 

“Yesyesyes,” she chanted breathlessly, eyes nearly rolling back as Yeosang’s tongue laved around her folds, as Jongho’s thick fucking cock stretched her open. 

Then, he was sliding home in one slow, smooth glide. The stretch was a lot, cock so fucking thick. So fucking delicious. She keened when his hips finally met her ass. “So fucking-” her words left her as he ground his hips against her, pressing deeper before starting a slow withdrawl that had her walls clamping down with every inch. 

The hand on her neck slid down her back, nails dragging and calluses catching until it landed on her ass. Jongho gripped one cheek roughly, pulling away to leave a slap that echoed through her apartment. “Fuck,” she choked out. 

His next thrust was harsher, quicker. The withdrawl even moreso. Eventually, he picked up a brutal pace, his hips meeting her ass with sharp slaps that rivaled in volume against the sounds of her wetness and the sounds leaving her throat. Yeosang’s grip on her thighs tightened as Jongho’s thrusts had her sliding further up his face, his nose nudging her clit until he gripped her tighter to pull her back into place. Still, he kept at. Circling her clit, sucking it into his mouth, introducing the faintest edge of teeth just to drive her insane. Entirely unbothered by the lack of air, gasping for breath right against her sopping cunt, pressing her down harder. Like he wanted her to suffocate him. Who was she to deny him? 

Her thighs were tight around his head, trembling with the strain of remaining upright at the face of so much pleasure. 

She yelped as Jongho yanked her off the wall, tugging her back by her wrists, right into his chest. Hand coming to her throat, squeezing until her eyes rolled back, his other hand trailing down her belly to spread her further open for his cock and Yeosang’s greedy tongue. His fingers pressed briefly against her clit, rubbing teasing little circles there even as Yeosang kept at it. The next second, those fingers were shoved into her mouth. 

Moaning, she licked her arousal and Yeosang’s saliva off them, loving the way he pushed the digits further into her mouth, pressing down on her tongue. Her hips were starting to move, grinding in slow circles, unable to figure out whether she should push back into Jongho’s thrusts or grind down into Yeosang’s eager mouth. 

The fingers in her mouth were yanked away, a wet slap meeting her cheek, not hard but enough to sting with shame. “Be fucking still,” Jongho growled. “You take what we give you or you get nothing.”

She whined but stilled, letting them work her as they pleased. 

“Good fucking girl,” Jongho grunted, pushing his fingers back into her mouth, hips picking up their pace once more. 

Yeosang’s hand left her leg for a moment, and Jongho was hauling her further up on her knees, pushing her into the wall again. A hand held the back of her neck, and she clamped down on his cock at the move, at the feeling of Yeosang’s hot panting against her wetness. 

He was babbling beneath her, and she wished she could see his face. Wished she could see how absolutely fucked out he looked. “Need you to come on my face,” he whined, thumb finding home on her clit, rubbing in maddening circles and figure eights. “Please, please, please, angel. Need you to come so bad. Soak my fucking face. Soak Jongie’s cock, baby. Please.”

The hand on her neck slid up to tangle in her hair, pulling until her back arched. The angle had Jongho’s cock sliding impossibly deeper, hitting a spot that had her practically screaming. A hand covered her mouth, forcing her to breath through her nose, muffling her sounds.

“So fucking loud, baby. Like you want all your neighbors to hear.”

Her eyes nearly rolled back in her skull when he picked up his pace, when Yeosang’s mouth found her clit again, despite her being held above him. Whines and whimpers, pleas for her to cum muffled into her cunt, fingers still going at her clit. 

Jongho’s lips were at her neck, teeth nibbling up until his hot breath brushed her ear. “Sangie’s begging so pretty for you to come, baby. Don’t you think you should reward him? Gonna come for us, precious?” 

Her response was muffled by his hand, but he seemed to understand the enthusiastic sound. He chuckled low in his throat, the sound of it sending a shiver down her spine. “Yeah, you are. C’mon, baby. Come like a good little slut,” he said, voice so silky she moaned into his hand.

That was all it took, apparently. A suggestion, a degradation wrapped in praise, the low rumble of a voice, and she was on the edge. Whining into the sweat-slicked palm over her mouth, teeth digging into the flesh as the pressure in her belly built up and up. Jongho grunted, fingers gripping her hair tighter, hips pushing harder, faster in retaliation. 

Yeosang’s efforts doubled, sucking and rubbing her clit in tandem to Jongho’s cock bullying into her cunt. The pleasure, the sheer stretch, the wet sounds bouncing off the walls had her feeling hot. Too hot. Too close. So fucking close. It was the brush of Yeosang’s teeth, a particularly sharp, stuttered thrust from Jongho that had her falling apart. Shaking and screaming as Jongho chased his own orgasm, sobbing out with each stuttered thrust, trembling when he finally spilled into her, each pulse inside her, each continued suckle from Yeosang’s lips, making her sensitive walls clench down around him. 

She was still recovering, ears ringing and breathing erratic, when Jongho pulled out, laughing affectionately at her little whimper, and shuffled her lax body around to lay her down on the bed. Hands smoothed over her skin, steady fingers working the belt from her wrists, rubbing gentle circles into the no doubt red skin. 

There was shuffling, a murmured exchange, and a body was over her. A whimpered “Angel?” had her fluttering her eyes open. Yeosang hovered above her, face flushed and eyes blown. He was trembling, hips twitching, neglected cock hanging heavy and dark red between his strong thighs. 

“Poor Yeosangie. Do you still need to come, baby?” she cooed, running a hand down his sweat-slicked torso. 

His voice broke on a whine when her hand encircled his cock, back arching when she gave a slow stroke from base to tip. “Fuck, please,” he begged, voice a mere thread of sound, cracking like he might start crying if she made him wait any longer. “Please. Need to come. Hurts.”

“Poor thing,” she murmured, pulling him down for a kiss, working her hand along him in slow strokes that had him shaking. “Been so good and patient this whole time. D’you wanna use my thighs, baby?” 

He all but sobbed at the suggestion, lips trembling against her own.

A kiss was pressed to his mouth, trailing along his cheek, down his jaw. “There’s lube in the drawer. You wanna get it for me, baby? Get your pretty cock nice and ready to fuck my thighs?”

Yeosang was leaning over and fumbling for her bedside drawer before she had even finished her words. She giggled as he came back into position above her, nearly dropping the bottle as he tried to pop it open. “Calm down, Sangie,” she said, reaching to rub her thumb up the line of his jaw. “Just take a breath for me.”

His eyes fluttered closed at her touch, his chest swelling with an inhale at her words. He exhaled slowly, grip loosening on the bottle of lube and trembling just a little less.

“There you go, good boy,” she murmured, taking the bottle from his hand and opening it up herself. She let it dribble right over his cock, catching the extra with her hand before slicking him up. 

The whine that ripped from his chest was delicious, the shiver that raked his body even more so. “Fuck,” he breathed, gasping and gripping her skin so tightly she was sure there would be bruises.

“C’mon, baby,” she said, tugging him closer by his cock, lifting her legs to incase him in the warmth of her legs. “Use my thighs to get off.”

Yeosang was gone before her hand even had the time to abandon his cock, gripping her thighs tight as he fucked between them. Muffled groans and soft pants blessed her ears, and she watched Yeosang push in. The wet, red head peeking from between her thighs, with each rut of his hips, hands kneading and squeezing her flesh until spurts of warmth covered them. He was a vision between her legs, gorgeous muscles shifting beneath sweat-slicked skin with each thrust of his hips. When he came, his head fell back, hair fluffing out about his head, strands sticking to his flushed face as he moaned, voice cracking as his release covered the skin of her thighs. 

Rora pulled him over her as he came down, running her fingers through his hair and murmuring little affirmations in his ear as he came down. His body had just stopped shaking, relaxing over her own like a living, breathing weighted blanket when Jongho walked out of the bathroom, looking warm and freshly showered, dressed in a pair of sweats and without a shirt. He smiled when he noticed her looking - so open and relaxed and so fucking beautiful in her space - running a hand through his still-damp hair as he walked closer. 

“Drew a bath for you and Sangie,” he announced softly, pushing her hair back from her face then smoothing Yeosang’s in a slow stroke. “Whenever you’re ready.”

Running her hand down Yeosang’s back, Rora hummed. “Ready whenever you are, Sangie,” she murmured. “Though, I’m not sure I’ll be able to walk all the way there on my own.”

Jongho laughed, pretty gummy smile on full display. “Need me to carry you again, precious?”

She pouted, but nodded nonetheless, wrapping her arms around Yeosang’s shoulders as he shifted against her. 

“It’s good Jongho is here,” he said, voice a mere croak. “I don’t think I can walk, either.”

There was silence, and then a yelp as Yeosang was dragged off her and into the air. “I’m still naked, fucker,” he exclaimed. 

Jongho huffed a laugh, settling his friend over his shoulders. “Your tongue literally touched my cock less than five minutes ago. I think we’re past a little naked manhandling.”

Yeosang’s face went red. “Shut up,” he whined, smacking Jongho on the back of the head lightly. 

Jongho simply laughed and walked his friend to the bathroom, and she couldn’t help but giggle as they bickered even for the short walk. Despite the warmth in her chest, she started to shiver, the air of the room finally settling on her sweaty skin. Luckily, Jongho was back quickly, scooping her up from the bed and cradling her close to him. 

The bathroom was dim when he stepped through the door, the overhead light off in favor of a flickering candle and the warm glow of the plug-in diffuser. Vanilla and jasmine and amber filled the air, and she wanted to melt. She did melt, even, right into Yeosang’s arms when Jongho lowered her into the slightly-too-warm water of the bath. Their touches on her skin rivaling the softness of the bubbles filling the tub. 

She watched Jongho knelt on the floor beside the tub, his fingers dipping into the water, gliding over her skin until she shivered and relaxed further into Yeosang’s hold. 

“How are you?” he asked lightly. 

“Hmm?” Rora tilted her head back against Yeosang’s shoulder, letting her cheek brush against his own before turning her head to look at Jongho directly, her brows furrowing. “How am I?”

“I’m just checking in, baby,” he said, the corner of his lips tilting up teasingly. “It’s part of that aftercare you were so curious about last night.”

Her cheek went hot and she pouted. “I was not curious about it,” she whined. “I just said it was unexpected.”

He hummed, eyes still twinkling at her. “Whatever you say, precious,” he said, grabbing a washcloth and lathering it up with her body wash. “I do need you to answer me, though. How are you? Was everything okay?”

The grin that came to her face was brimming with the affection building rapidly in her chest. “Yes, bear,” she murmured, relaxing into the way he ran the cloth over her body. “Everything was okay. Better than, even.”

“Yeah?” 

“Promise, bear.” she reached out to him, wet fingers trailing lightly over the curve of his jaw. “Wouldn’t have changed a single thing.”

He turned his head, catching the tips of her fingers with a little nip of teeth, following it up with a gentle kiss that had her giggling.

“What about you, Yeosnagie?”

Yeosang stirred beneath her, a startled noise coming from his throat, like he hadn’t expected Jongho to check on him too. “Me?” he asked, arms tightening around her. 

Jongho’s laugh in response was soft, so full of affection and years of love for his friend. “Yes, you,” he said, running the cloth up Yeosang’s arm and over his shoulder, making him shiver at the touch. “That was a new experience for us, and I want to make sure there weren’t any boundaries crossed in the heat of the moment. Just need to know you aren’t uncomfortable.”

“I’m fine,” Yeosang answered. A little too quickly, if Jongho’s lifted brow was any indication. “I am. I’m okay, Jong.”

“Sure you’re not uncomfortable about something and just being nice about it?”

“When was the last time I did that for you?” Yeosang shot back, making her and Jongho laugh.

“Good point.”

“It was okay. I…” he trailed off for a moment, shifting behind her. She glanced back to see him looking down, eyes refusing to look at either of them, teeth worrying his lower lip. “I liked everything that happened.”

Her eyes shot to Jongho, and she watched as he melted right there. His face softened, his shoulders relaxed, and he settled further down on his heels. “Thank you for your honesty, Yeosangie,” he murmured. “And thank you for trusting me in that situation.”

[darling-archeron]

Hi I’m back!!! 🧑🏻‍🎄Sorry it’s been so long, I had a hectic week! I hope your trip was good!! 💚❤️

I did finally figure out how I’m going to end the fic (Yay!) and now I’m chipping away at the extended outline! (Basically where I go back and take the original outline and write it out as a numbered list, so that each number is ~1k words give or take, depending on how well I can expand it🙃)

Also for characterization, do you like a more Mean™️ Rhys or a simp Rhys? Acomaf is kinda right in the middle so I’ve been planning a bit of both, but I can definitely lean into whichever you prefer!

For some ✨fun questions✨

1. What’s your favorite holiday?

2. What are your favorite scenes in each book?

3. Quick! It’s the zombie apocalypse! Which three acotar characters would you most want on your team, with the condition none have their magic?

4. What other books do you love besides acotar? 👀 (my tbr is already so long but I’ll gladly add more books every day)

5. And last, what is your favorite emoji? Most used? (My favorite is ✨, but my most used is 😂)

Have a great week! 😁

Hi again, Santa! My trip was a fantastic time, I saw and learned a lot! I think you sent this a few days ago, I'm sorry I'm just getting to it now!

I think a balance between mean rhys and simp rhys is essential, tbh. I love when he can be a bit mean to Feyre, but also she's his wife and he would do anything for her, you know?

Hmmm...my favorite holiday is probably Christmas. Winters are pretty miserable here, so Christmas adds some much-needed cheer in an otherwise dreary season! But Halloween is a verryyyyy close second.

Favorite scenes: ACOTAR, I think my favorite scene is the moment between Feyre and Rhys when she's cleaning the lentils from his fireplace. It's such a short moment, but Feyre is so fiery and we see glimpses of Rhys's true self.

ACOMAF - it's pretty hard to choose, so I'm picking a couple - I think the Inn scene is highly underrated, Feyre confronting Lucien in the mountains is top tier, and of course Starfall is just special.

ACOWAR - I'm a biggg sucker for the reunion scene

It's been a hot minute since I've read ACOFAS, and I wasn't a big fan f ACOSF - (aka I thought SJM did pretty much every character dirty) but I did love the Valkyries slumber parties.

Hmmmmm...Cassian for sure, considering everyone regards him as one of the best in physical combat. I'd also say Feyre, my girl knows how to live off the land if needed and she's very smart. My automatic reaction was also to say Rhys, but I might actually say Helion. He seems very athletic and also like the kind of person who's probably read up on this sort of thing.

I absolutely love the A Darker Shade of Magic series. It's such a unique concept and although it isn't everyone's cup of tea, I love the author's writing style as well. I also adore The Song of Achilles - I'm rereading it right now. I'm a huge Greek mythology nerd. Finally, the Roots of Chaos series by Samantha Shannon (currently a duology) is one of my favorite series of all time. Dragons, magic, incredibly rich worldbuilding that's believable? So good.

Favorite emoji? probably 🥹but I also love the sparkles! my most used is probably 😂 or 😅 (it can be used for so many situations)

It sounds like you have some amazing stuff planned! I'm so excited, it's always great to hear from you! Have a fantastic rest of your week.

[togrowoldinv]

Mistletoe

Natasha Romanoff x Female Reader

You’re starting to think Natasha is getting you under the mistletoe on purpose

Note: Yay holidays! I got this idea while decorating. It’s soft Mama Nat. I know I’ve added some kiddos to the family, so if y’all ever need me to clarify who anyone is let me know! I have many headcanons. Enjoy!

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“Again?” You ask your wife as your eyes catch a plant hanging above you on the doorframe. It’s accented with a red bow.

“Rules are rules, detka,” Natasha says with a smile, one that you’re convinced is mischievous in nature.

“I guess you’re right.”

“Come here,” Natasha says as she pulls you closer with her hands on your hips. She kisses your lips once, twice, and on the third time you feel little hands reaching up your legs.

“I want kisses!” Your youngest daughter, Belle, shouts at you two. You two break apart and you lift her onto your hip.

Natasha kisses Belle’s cheeks until she’s giggling so wildly that she’s squirming in your arms.

You put her down on the floor and she runs off to help her siblings at more decorations to the Christmas tree.

“Let’s go join in,” Natasha suggests. She takes your hand pulls you to the living room. It’s a wonderful sight as your kids work together to hang ornaments.

“Mama look!” Belle says as she’s being lifted up by your son Ivan to hang an ornament high in the tree.

“Wow! That’s amazing, beautiful girl!” You cheer her on.

“And thank you for helping her, Ivan,” Natasha adds. He gives her a smile.

You start helping add ornaments to the tree and it doesn’t take long before everyone is hungry, so you decide to order some pizza. When you come back from the front door with the food, Natasha is waiting at the doorframe and pointing upwards.

“Babe, are you doing this on purpose?” You ask her.

“Am I doing what on purpose?” Nat asks with a cheesy grin.

“I love you,” you say as you lean over the pizzas in your arms and kiss her.

“I love you more, y/n.”

“Gross,” your oldest daughter Ali remarks as she walks to you and takes the pizzas from your arms.

“We’re not gross!” You reply.

“They’re just cheesy, Al. And don’t act like you aren’t the same way,” Jack adds in. He’s become more comfortable with sibling banter and it makes you so happy.

“And that’s why Jack is my favorite,” you joke.

“Whatever,” Ali says. “At least I’m Mama’s favorite.”

“No way! That’s me! Or maybe Taylor,” Ivan says.

“Okay, settle down kids. You’re all our favorites, and we love you so much we even got you pizza. Please eat,” Nat says. She’s always good at corralling the kids.

Everyone eats pizza as Christmas music continues to play. The decorations go up and by the end of the night your house is a winter wonderland.

You get all of the kids in bed at a decent time after watching Elf. As you turn off the last light, you make your way to your bedroom.

Natasha is sitting under the covers and you notice a green plant accented with a red bow above her on the headboard.

“A coincidence?” You ask her.

“Hm maybe. But rules are rules,” Natasha says.

You walk to her and kiss her cheeks. And then her forehead and then her nose.

“Please baby, mistletoe constitutes real kisses,” Natasha says, her voice raspy and flirty.

“Oh, does it? Is that why my wife has been putting them all around the house and getting me under them?”

“She has good reasons,” Natasha replies.

“She does. I love you so much,” you tell her. You kiss her.

“I love you most,” Nat says before she pulls you in once again.

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[nylwnder]

i love you, grumpy | cale makar

gif by gabelandeskog

a/n: this is a special fic for @gravestrain as part of @antoineroussel ’s winter fic exchange 2k23!!! sorry for the delay, apparently life had more planned for me than i would have liked, but better late than never! i must say i’ve never written the grumpy/sunshine trope before nor had i written for cale yet, so this was a really fun challenge for me! i hope you like it, elle!!! enjoy bb, hugs and kisses <333333

warnings: sunshine!cale x grumpy!reader, when the grumpy breaks >>, some swearing, just fluffy

word count: 3.1k

you couldn’t help but gain a great attachment with the small, kind and rosy boy in your kindergarten class. you were very socially anxious, which is valid considering you were being forced to submerge yourself in just the beginning of an insanely toxic social structure. and for what?

he made everything better. he was so sweet with you, it’s safe to say even too sweet. he almost always focused his attention on you, and you never understood why. when you felt like you didn’t belong anywhere, he would quite literally grab your hand and drag you everywhere with him. you always wondered why he wasn’t like all the other stupid boys playing soccer and bothering the other girls. why he always, at any opportunity, chose to spend every minute of his time with you. he invaded your space everyday with his blaring sunshine personality and even if you bothered him whenever you could, you knew you needed him.

so you and cale grew up together, and you two were always learning every possible thing there is to know about each other. that also meant that you two were going everywhere and experiencing everything together. you could list every single shitty thing that's happened to you so far throughout your life, but then you can also list everything cale has done to help you through it. and it goes both ways. cale often shares his gratitude for your ability to take him out of stupid situations, or help avoid them all together. he can be quite naive sometimes, which always makes you feel the need to defend him because you couldn’t possibly see him not have that fluffy ass smile plastered on his face.

he has come to know you aren’t necessarily the most exuberant person, which is also supposedly a reason for your incapability of keeping relationships (per a handful of stupid assholes). but cale, unlike the others, never minded. he always told you how he loves the way he can break you. since he has, making his favourite sight in the whole world: a smile creeping up on the end of your lips — it’s absolutely picture perfect if he miraculously gets a giggle too. if you must say so, nobody has had a higher “breaking y/n count” than cale himself. he just adds it to all of his other impeccable stats.

once cale left for umass, it was embarrassingly obvious how you began spiralling, and it presented you with an epiphany. the main point: you are a complete simp for him and it’s honestly disgusting. you can’t even say the exact day you fell in love with him, because there wasn’t a day that you didn’t. so in conclusion, cale is the only person you need by your side, because you are entirely positive you would go insane if otherwise. even if you sometimes act like that’s not the case.

so you drove to massachusetts one day to go visit him. that night, you two headed to a campus party where cale ended up quaffing far too many drinks. dragging his mumbley ass to his room, he slumped down and laid half on the bed and half on the floor. you gave out a small laugh, not without rolling your eyes, as he was trying his very best to tell you a story he could barely make out.

that was until he started muttering things about you. you stopped fixing his room and sat on the floor beside him. he turned to look at you, his head dangling off the bed now. “i wanna tell you sm’thing” you nodded, “what does your blabbermouth wanna tell me now?”

he giggled, before he spat out everything he wanted to say, all at once. telling you how he can’t get you out of his mind, how he misses someone waiting for him after games and practices, or the way you make fun of him, and your laugh, “oh that fuckin laugh you have it kills me y/n, in the best way.”

“i think the blood is rushing to your head.” you said, almost instinctively and you didn’t know why. your self-sabotage started to seep in, and you hated how you always made yourself feel as if you aren’t worthy for someone like cale to reciprocate your feelings.

but you were so grateful for his slurred confessions, as it eased your worries of looking like a total fool when you end up telling him what you came to say. he stared looking at you, waiting for your reaction. “do you hate me now?” he asked.

“no.”

“i should’ve just shut up. oh fuck no i messed it up, im s’stupid. ugh you’re always so right i'm such a dumbass. fuck-” he began mumbling, as he sat up and rubbed his face.

“cale stop.” you demanded. “you’re not stupid. you’re stupid for thinking you're stupid.”

“thanks” he said, softly. a pinky shade started to itch up on his face.

you turned to him and looked into his glossy eyes as he nipped on his lip. “okay. i miss you. i need you. i need you so much. i always knew that but i tried so hard to act like i don't. but life’s shit with you over here” you said, while you internally cursed yourself for the incoming wave of tears.

“nobody’s ever made me feel the way you make me feel. i’m not this bitchy, grumpy asshole when i’m with you. you don’t piss me off, not like you might think. no, i love you too much to think you're annoying.” you ranted.

you heard cale sniffle, as you looked up at him you saw tears falling down his face far more than yours — predictable. you laughed at him, reached for his hand and pulled him down to sit with you. “i love you, s’much” he said, as he pulled you in for a tight hug. and you loved it, feeling like you could just finally melt into him after discarding the weight off your shoulders.

cale felt the same. he thanked the far too many beers he had to give him that push. it didn’t end up going as he had rehearsed for years, but he didn’t lose you and he was so grateful about that. “it’s been a privilege that you let me accompany you through everything, all these years. i gotta say it’s something so very special to see you, you, oh you, let yourself be, you, with me. the really you.” cale told you, his head buried in your hair. you smiled, he wasn’t really making sense but you understood.

just as much as he’s always understood you.

—

it’s an average frigid and snowy day in colorado, and you find yourself cuddled up on your couch, watching a show on crave. you were wrapped up in the custom made quilt your now boyfriend gave you when you were both in middle school. it might sound corny, but god it was comfortable.

the freshly decorated christmas tree lit up the dim apartment. it was already mid-december when you were semi-forced to set it up, despite the fact cale originally wanted to put it up in november. cale was in the kitchen cooking up dinner for the two of you. you could hear him humming tunes to himself, something he often did which you love cause he always made sure to remind you, you weren’t alone. even if you teased him that you appreciated his absence when he was on road trips, he knows you always missed his stupid humming or his frequent whining, and yeah even his heart warming hugs that he would always refused to end.

he walks over with the bowls of food in hand. organizing the plates on the coffee table in front of the two of you, he can finally accompany you in finishing what you were watching. not forgetting to gently kiss your temple as he sat down beside you. and you may or may not have devoured his “classic home cooked meal, made with love” faster than cale himself, which he immediately laughed about since you had earlier mentioned you weren’t “that, that hungry”.

your pleasantly snug state started to diminish when cale mumbled the plans for tomorrow. “what? absolutely not!” you quickly stated, as cale made his way back to you. his team was hosting their annual family skate, which you often tried to dodge since cale always seemed to somehow embarrass you in front of everyone with your lack of skating abilities. and now, the catch this year? it would be in a huge outdoor rink.

“oh come on, everyone’s gonna go. it’s gonna be adorably decorated and… don’t forget you still need to learn how to actually skate,” cale says, booping your nose. “and, look, we already finished watching everything on our list, so we gotta make a whole new list and we can do that sunday.”

“no. no, look how cold it is outside! and i don’t recall being chilly in the cozy comfort of my own home.”

you fall back when cale tries to reach his hands out to grab yours. “i’ll give you the warmest hoodie i have so you can add it on top of the 50 layers you already habitually put on. i promise, baby ” cale reasons, as you try to fight him off so he couldn’t pull you up. you shoot him a look as he pouts at you, “you love hot chocolate, with whip cream. and i’ll make sure they have marshmallows too, of course.” he continued trying to convince you along with his sweet smile.

rolling your eyes at him. “fine.”

“fine? yes? perfect! oh honey, you’ll have fun, i promise. don’t worry baby.” he says, pulling you into his chest and kissing you everywhere. you scrunched up your face, trying to move the opposite way of his attacking lips. “you let me fall, makar?” you say, sternly pointing him down and giving him a warning look. he throws his arms up, his cheeks beginning to blush naturally, “i won’t, i won’t. never would. you know that.” you scoffed, “you better say that.”

as you made your way to grab some juice, cale sneaked up behind you. “wanna go to costco?” cale suggests enthusiastically, before snuggling his nose into the crook of your neck while wrapping his arms around your waist. you shook your head, “cale, you do know you’re literally the only one that loves going there. not me.”

“lies, you love their selection of snacks and you always eat allllllll the ones i buy. if you didn’t love costco, you wouldn’t eat their — well priced — stuff either.”

“i still prefer sam’s club” you unhesitatingly denote.

cale gasps, dramatically holding his chest as you look up at him. you moved your head down to pour the juice into a cup, and you couldn’t help but break into a tiny smile. he was such a kid.

“y/n, take that back” he whiningly utters. you walked to him, mockingly booping his nose “no”

but you couldn’t hold the smirk back, and cale knew you were just teasing, like always. even if you did hate going to costco, especially because of the impeccably large crowds and the fact that the promoted samples never seem to actually be ready to grab, cale loved it. and you know you always want cale to be happy.

—

the following day, you did not hesitate to grab the hoodie cale mentioned you could use from his closet. as you stand in the mirror, what’s accompanying the sweater and your puffer jacket, is a “heat tech” t-shirt, a thick long sleeve, some long johns below your fleece sweats and your long and fat scarf wrapped around your neck. you also quickly yanked cale’s favourite beanie from his drawer which was a compromise he was willing to make despite having to dig for another hat to wear.

cale couldn’t help but laugh at the sight of you struggling to put your thick boots on with your million layers. “i don't have to put them on, you know.” you taunted him. “no i’m sorry, i’m sorry. let me help you, here” he said, as he got on his knees to loosen the laces on each of the boots.

when he held one out for you, you snickered. “what? what happened?” he asked innocently, looking up at you. “i like it when you’re on your knees. specifically for me.” you say, running your hands through his hair and tugging just a bit. his reaction was predictable, his cheeks immediately turning flush as he cleared his throat and proceeded to tie your laces back together. you often take much enjoyment in getting him all flustered with your suggestive comments. he just looks really cute.

—

once you arrived at the outdoor rink, you found out it actually wasn’t as cold as you made it seem, but you weren’t going to let cale use that against you so you stayed with every layer you had put on. even if a part of you admits that you admire his cheeky smile whenever he knows he’s right.

before heading towards the ice, cale asks you if you want some hot chocolate first, as you noticed many other couples were heading to the little hut. you said you were fine, preferring the idea of smudging whip cream on his face after skating just in case he does end up dropping you.

sitting on the bench, cale helped you put on your skates before his. a few of his teammates were happy to see you. ej had a mischievous grin on his face as he greeted you. “just let me know when you wanna gang up on your boy.” he whispers in your ear, making you smirk and nod. ej was a gem, he always liked how you would affectionately bug cale. and he was always ready to help you.

“you better look like a stanley cup champion out there.” you tell cale as he grabs your hand. he laughed, “oh i will!”

gripping on his forearms, you finally step onto the ice trying to not immediately slip. cale starts skating backwards, as he lightly pulls you in to follow him, in which you do at a seemingly better rate than the first time he took you to a rink. continuing with the movements, and gaining more confidence on the ice, you mimicked some of cale’s skate tricks seeing where it would take you. you simper as you learned how to take a long stride and break on your own with a ‘t-stop’. and then again but with a ‘plow stop’. though, cale catching you before you could fall.

“see, you are having fun.” cale mentions as he smiles, turning to skate beside you again. “yeah yeah. whatever. i mean it’s more fun when you don’t fall.”

doing laps around the rink, you catch ej looking over at the two of you. so you tilt your head, signalling he could start to fool around. but before he could even make his way over to you or cale, your skate gets caught on a dent in the ice making you swing your arms, sending cale falling back.

he fell on his back, his head didn’t touch the ice — but you didn’t know that. “oww” he whines. you turn to him, softly chuckling at the sight of his sprawled out body. but then he closed his eyes, and held his hand to his head, groaning. “oh shit, cale!” you yelp, falling to your knees to look at him. “did you hit your head?? fuck i told you they should give out helmets here.”

“mm god my head is pounding.” he mumbles, trying to get up. “don’t get up, you could have a concussion. you should know that.” you tell him. he groans once again so you start to internally panic. you just pushed, and potentially injured, your boyfriend who has to go back and play in a couple of days. “shit. cale don’t die. fuck don’t die you have a game in four days and i can’t have your coach hating me for this.”

nate comes around, “hey cale, you okay?” he asks. cale doesn’t move, nor says a thing. you shake his arm, and nothing. “cale!!” you call out. he’s limp.

“oh god i killed him, nate. fuck i’m screwed. no cale wake up. please wake up. come on you rosy cheeked sunshine boy. fucking get uuuuup.” you whine at him, shaking his entire body as much as you can.

“BOO” cale yells, jolting up and grabbing you. you let out a tiny shriek, scrunching your shoulders and closing your eyes. he was in a fit of giggles. “CALE DOUGLAS MAKAR NEVER FUCKING DO THAT.” you cry out.

“i got youuuu” he mocks. you smack his shoulder, not as gently. he smiles, “it’s cute that you thought i died.”

“that’s not funny. i thought you smacked your head.”

“it’s kinda funny.”

“no it’s not.”

pulling him up, everyone else laughed at you two. ej truly surprised cale turned the tables on you. nate patted cale’s back before you started heading over to go get hot chocolate.

“two please.” cale orders before shaking off the snow on his pants. the lady hands you both your cups and you head over to the bench. “so you didn’t hit your head?” you asked cale quietly, looking at him with soft eyes. he smiled, “no, and you didn’t see so i took advantage.” you sneer at him.

as cale blew his hot chocolate, you scooped a bit of the whip cream and hid your hand. “hey, it’s pretty h-” cale began saying before you took a small sip and acted like you burned your tongue. you whimpered in pain, shutting your mouth. “hot it’s pretty hot. are you okay?” he asks, wrapping his arm around you to pull you closer.

that’s when you lifted your hand and smeared the whip cream all over his face, cale gasped. “y/n!!” he exclaimed, wiping off what fell on his eyes. you started laughing at him.

“how dare you. i didn’t even let you fall”

“it’s funny.”

he laughed, despite the way he was still cleaning his face. “it is funny.”

“glad you think so.”

he grabs your cup and moves it behind him with his own, “that’s enough for you.” you still had a smile on your face. he moves his finger and dabs a bit of whip cream from his face onto yours. so you grab his blushy cheeks and pull him in for a kiss. his lips were warm and soft and you couldn’t help but feel all lovesick inside. “i love you” you murmured. “i love you more, grumpy”

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Oh gosh. I want to ask you literally every question, but let's go with ☀️ 😂 👌 plus a bonus: pick an additional question you'd like to answer!

Hey, hey, hey!!! I was going to answer this last night, but I had the worst headache. Here I am today instead! Thanks for sending me this and for giving this list so much love! 😊 [My Beyond Evil Emoji Ask List]

☀️ What's your favourite episode? Okay, this is a bitch of a question, I don't know why I included it. I don't have a definite favourite; instead, I have a handful that really stands out to me whenever I think about the show. Beyond Evil has great pacing and the story doesn't wane as the story progresses. At the moment, I think my favourite episode is.... episode 10. We have jwds flirting through security cameras, the start of Dong Sik's pining, jw getting ds to come to his house for a surprise date, Joo Won being a cunt, Joo Won getting in Dong Sik's head, Dong Sik losing his cool, and then... the big sad at the end. The contrast between the scene at Joo Won's flat and then later that night at the docks is so sad... and gorgeous.

😂 What's your favourite Han Joo Won quirk? I have so many, shocking, I know. I've been asked this question more than once, so I'll give you one of them so I'm not repeating myself.

This cunty pose he does. Hands on hips, which is the same way his father stands when he's feeling all up himself and indignant

It's a great detail and I'm so glad they included it because it just adds to Joo Won's copycat nature, and to the fact that he requires his father's approval (also kind of adding to the fact that a lot of his shittier behaviours are learnt) ... plus, it makes him look like a bitch, and I enjoy that immensely!

👌 Give me your top five moments Shit. Another hard question (why did I do this??). Okay, this is also something that changes regularly, it kind of depends on what I'm trying to gain from the show. Currently, these are my top 5 (in no particular order):

The argument in episode 13

2. The dinner date in episode 8

3. The gay basement argument in episode 5

4. jwds being investigating boyfriends in episode 15

(they do the same movements throughout the scene!!! it's so good)

5. Joo Won's hot girl divorcee winter in episode 10

(I do like scenes that don't include these two... but today, i'm simping 🤷‍♀️)

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Heisenberg Simp Moments

Add on if you want, please.

-Knowing he's not real, yet wearing metal jewelry on your wrists "just in case" -Constantly thinking about him pinning you to a wall or that damn chair and aggressively making out with you... -Everything reminds you of him -Wanting him to step on you in those boots~ -Wanting him to bite the shit out of you as he takes you, marking you for everyone to see and not giving a shit -Imagining what he'd look like tied up as you kiss that beautiful body of his, paying special attention to every scar -Wanting to run your fingers through his hair as you kiss him -Imagining each and every single body headcanon about him (dad-bod, muscley, FTM, Cis-male, etc.) and adoring and craving them all equally. -Imagining him whispering such dirty things to you in German -That voice~ -Wanting to be Ethan Winters just so you can at least be near him -Imagining how he'd sound when you tease him -Wanting to fuck him and be fucked by him -"Just fucking choke me already you bastard!"

-Wanting to wear a collar with his name on it

-Being a complete fucking whore for him~

-Dressing like Ethan to hopefully attract Wintersberg shipping Karl cosplayers

(My Wintersberg/Simping playlist: https://www.youtube.com/playlist?list=PLNibE3nAEQ2phdRlZ12Kzrgsq_eH36ncG )

[batarangsoundsdumb]

guess fucking what? my inbox is so fucking full right now i'm unloading all of this shit in one post.

For the 11th gotham memes: gothamites react to bruce being jacked in a tiktok he made with kids, like super yoked, ripped as hell

fucking hilarious thanks. i think i did it in one meme post, but i genuinely don't remember which one

i dunno which of the batfam would do this but one time i was sleeping over at a friends house and ended up on the floor bc the bed was so very small and i just stayed there because the rug was soft

that's a drunk jason move i don't know what to tell you

tim and jason are "i listen to pop punk" solidarity. whenever jason highjacks the batmobile theyll go on long ass car rides blaring mcr and paramore and then never talk about it again

as they should!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! tim: no jason it's my turn using the aux cord i gotta put on my jams jason: don't you dare put on weird shit tim: don't worry, you're gonna love this *plays fearless (taylor's version)

hear me out hear me out, red hood stans �� nightwing stans t h i g h s

holy shit yes.

SNL au: Bruce breaks character when pretending to superman and says something like "I'm not superman! You've seen his gps!! It's from 2001!!!" @sabeanybabe

superman flies past the snl building the next day just to say 'actually it's from 2005, i'm not a heathen'

does your back hurt from carrying the batfam fandom

it hurts more from the exotic rock collection i keep in my backpack, but thanks for the concern.

I love your posts by why would you always leave the best parts in the tags?

as a treat for the people that check the tags ;) (and also because i'm committed to the short post aesthetic)

somehow your playlist was everything i never knew i needed. i mean it. this is my new favorite playlist.

and don't you dare get a new favourite playlist!

babe ur stoner tim playlist is exactly too perfect, earth is literally blessed by ur existence

babe thanks so much! i love my stoner tim playlist because it's just my usual playlist but people think it's an artistic choice that i put taylor swift and britney spears in there, when it's just what i unironically like listening to

JANDKSKDK BILLY RAY CYRUS ON THE STONER TIM PLAYLIST I LOVE IT IT

again it's not even an ironic choice, i know every single word and i genuinely like the song

The last chapter of Fundamentals of Casework has me crying at work. Thanks I love it @dudelookitsalesbian

oh babe, i'm sorry, but also, not sorry i love chapter 4 so much it's my lovechild with the 'mental illness' tag

soooo....stumbled on your tumblr by some stroke of fate??? read your DC fanfic first. which is PHENOMENAL btw. then found all the batmemes; the funniest thing EVER bc everyone forgets about regular old gothamites. kept scrolling and your blog pops up as recommended. clicked on the ao3 for shits and giggles and waddaya know?!?!? it's YOU!!! you're LEGEND!!!! ever seen that meme? it's a video of a cat that got into a baseball field and the two announcers get really invested in his escape attempt and start giving a play by play of the cat instead of the game. memeable moment: "GREAT stuff from the Cat!!!"

i seriously think about this ask every single day and it's so fucking funny to me that i've never seen the meme you're referencing, but i still find myself going 'GREAT stuff from the Cat!!!' whenever i see something funny. but wow i'm glad you liked this steaming pile of garbage

Fav dc character overall? And fav batfamily character?

don't ask me to pick between the loves of my life, but i can tell you i've cried about every single batfamily member and also wally west (my beloved)

What's your opinion on fans having a problem with batfam being "too big"? And some even claim that batfam is just "Bruce Alfred Dick Damian" and the rest of them are just "friends and allies" (source: reddit) Personally, I like batfam because of this reason but idk

stupid. a family can never be too big. i'm not that big a fan of like huge batfam stuff with everybody from every single universe, because as much as it's funny for bruce to have like 30 kids, it just feels a little too OOC for me.

This is the best tag I've seen involving the batfam, thanks for thinking of it

This is canon now @nctxrejects

lmao yeah i think at that point alfred has had to sit through like at least a dozen coming out talks and just has a pride flag collection in the attic that he pulls out whenever a kid comes out

idk why batfam hits different as compared to any other superhero family

bc it's found family and usually the other superhero families are almost all genetically related in one way or another

I don't know if you watch the umbrella academy but I saw your last post about batcest and saw the similarities. But the thing is (although I think it's weird) in TUA, they addressed it by saying "they were raised as weapons, not siblings" or something along those lines, which is simply not the case with batfam.

yeah i watched tua but i also thought it was ridiculous and they still treated each other as siblings so i didn't like the luthor/allison thing, and am glad they stopped doing that shit bc it fucking sucked.

Hot take: Batcest shippers are the same people who believe adopted siblings are not actual siblings

smoking hot take: batcest shippers are the people who watch 'my sister got stuck in the washing machine' porn

Duke was adopted by Bruce?

not technically no, but do i, tumblr user batarangsoundsdumb, look like i care?

True story but I had to change my freaking name because it used to be "Damien" and most people would go "OH LIKE DAMIAN WAYNE" like please I'm just tryna live

true story, but i don't actually think of damian when i hear the name damian, literally the first thing that pops up is damian darkh like bruh what?

apparently dc comics company supported comic stores by giving out new titles and stuff during the beginning of the pandemic to help them run and I just think that's wholesome

ah yeah that's so fucking cool, still don't like dc, the company, because this world is a capitalist hellhole and we're all owned by warner brothers or disney with no in between.

ayo looking at tumblr head canons and finding out bruce is actually a terrible father is a punch in the gut

lmao yes, in like 50% of comics bruce is a terrible father and it gives me whiplash

oooh I just saw the jason todd vs winter soldier post and the real question is: batman vs iron man

while iron man has like hundreds of cases of armor, batman could throw out an emp and have the guy dropping out of the sky in 2 seconds.

dickfast = fastdick = quickdick = quickie

magnum hot take

hey bata(?) just thought I'd let you know I have copied the obnoxious emoji and Billy Ray post for use on simping men going forth

thank you 😘🌷 (@spacebarsidecar)

why would you do that to your followers???? i get why i did it, but why would you???

what is scarecrow made the nightwing funko pop himself, like those diy-ers that paint over other ones

oh god no, horrible take, horrible take, that's a disgusting thought oh no

I see your HC that Bruce and Oliver fucked and raise you this: Dick and Roy ALSO fucked

yes they did and it was a horrible moment for jason to find out dick has fucked both of his best friends

"at this rate bruce adds like 1 child to his family every decade or so" Duke is introduced in 2013, Damian as Damian, not as an unnamed child, in 2006. And he is already 14 years old, Robins rarely remain Robins after 16 😬 It looks like a new Robin and Batkid will appear in a couple of years

i mean i can't wait? but somebody will probably die first tho, we're due for another major character death. my money's on either cass or duke this time.

BRO you're so right all of your Bruce's ex headcanons are amazing but they aren't ships, that's kinda wild. Like I don't want any peeks into how their relationship was I just want to see everyone make fun of them

lmao YES it's just i love bruce being a slut, like good for him.

I am in love with your posts your honour thank you

omg thanks are we like,, gonna kiss now?

The justice league needs to have a meeting to discuss how many of their members/partners have slept with bruce. Because through a combination of cannon & fannon (if DC wasn’t homophobic) we have AT LEAST: 1) clark 2) lois 3) oliver 4) dinah 5) john

Thats not counting villains or random civilians @dudelookitsalesbian

yes yes yes, they'll have a yearly meeting about how many of their collective exes could be out for revenge and batman's list just keeps getting longer.

tim was like "i'm drake now" and everyone was like ahh so your fursona is a dragon and tim was like pffffft no. ducks.

and what about it?

when steph's fighting livewire and she zaps her with lighting and nothing happens and then they both just. stand there awkwardly for a second and talk. yeah i couldn't stop laughing at that batgirl steph is the BEST

oh yeah that was fucking hilarious and i think it would be so cool and sexy of dc to give steph a little comic series,,, as a treat

Hi I absolutely adore all of yours "Bruce and Oliver very badly pretending they didn't fuck each other" memes

lmao i do too

I need you to know that “Bruce Wayne had frosted tips” is one of my favorite Bruce takes of all time it’s so galaxy brained. you’re right and you should say it

he also painted his hair blonde once when he was travelling and in conclusion, this is why he's being blackmailed by the gotham gazette.

you know my thing about gordon being branded as the only good cop in gotham is its a load of shit like arguably he's a good person and not working to screw people over or anything but the fact that he also works w. batman makes him a shit cop. like yea batman is better than the mob but its still illegal its still an abuse of power he just not making bank

babe, all cops are bad cops. (but yeah youre absolutely right, working with vigilantes makes you a shit cop, but also working against vigilantes just makes you an asshole cop yanno?)

ruh roh i think i’m about to add “so not yeehaw” every time i don’t like something

that's a very good vocabulary upgrade

somehow i feel like steph already knew. like babs obviously knew but i feel like bruce got high/drunk in front of steph and started telling his boarding school stories and steph was just like “oh you fucked up i’m never gonna forget this”

steph and bruce have weird uncle/rebellious niece dynamic and they just hang out sometimes and bruce will be like 'i once broke my arm when i tripped over a hedge when i was drunk so oliver drove me to the hospital on an electric scooter' and steph will just have to sit there with that knowledge in her head.

Hello I just wanted to tell you you are So right in all your steph opinions bc she is, in fact amazing and I think that's very sexy of you. Ps. Your Bruce/Oliver fic is hilarious

babe, thank you so much and yes steph is amazing and i love her and she deserves the world and she's the best member of the batfam hands down. also thanks

In Supersons we see a couple of kids that are implied to be Damian and Jon's children and the boy has laser eyes and can fly, so I asume he's not adopted. The girl, who calls Bruce grandpa, can also fly, btw. So it's canon (probably by accident) that Jon can have kids and he must have married one of Bruce's kids. (I'm hoping for Damian, mostly because any other of his children would be waaaaaaaaaaaaay too old.) @artemisa97

lmao that was probably an accident seeing as jon is a 17 year old superhero in the year 3000 (by the jonas brothers)

You know, I'm a die hard fan of your memes, but I gotta say one thing: if Gothamites actually took gas mask everywhere with them, then the Scarecrow would just be a weird dude in a weird costume, and not a villain oh so scary. DC really should just takes notes from you.

bold of you to assume there's no gothamite anti-maskers

How does it feel being the funniest person on this app?

horrible, next question.

I can't listen to Green Day or Billy Joel without thinking of your post about how Bruce got arrested at a Billy Joel concert @nightwings-kid

yeah that's your mistake, i on the other hand can't enjoy billy joel without thinking about the glee rendition of 'uptown girl'

I've FINALLY been watching the Batman animated series and I gotta say, after watching "the gray ghost" I am CONVINCED that Batman is a closeted super hero geek who was 100% freaking out the first time he met Superman and is just REALLY good at hiding it.

superman: so what do you do in your free time? batman, thinking about the superman fanfiction he's writing on the batcomputer: i have no free time

bruce and oliver be like boyfriends to co-workers 401k (do the justice leagues get 401ks??? not that bruce and ollie would need them, but-)

lmao yes just 400 thousand words of bruce realising 'oh dip oliver is such a fucking dumbass' (also i don't know what a 401 k is but i assume they don't?)

Gothamites would totally boo superman as he saves Gotham while batman is out. @meenje

he's like 'okay think about that next time you want to be saved from an alien octopus'

I just took long break from dc comics and I come back to see ric grayson ??

i think it's very cool and sexy of dc to see dick and just think 'you know what? let's just give him a traumatic brain injury' and then didn't develop his character in any real way

SPEAKING OF RIC GRAYSON, gothamites making confused memes out of ric grayson is much needed

'dick grayson is my taxi driver? can anyone explain what the fuck happened he looks like an italian plumber?'

i hate to say it but batfam are def "marvel characters" in that sense they are characters who are human but become superheroes unlike most dc characters who are gods trying to be human maybe this is why I like batfam

fair enough

[satansphatass]

Hello! i stumbled across your techno story and i LOVED IT!! very fantastic!! i was wondering maybe if you could perhaps do a story where y/n likes to braid technos hair and put flowers in it and maybe over time he like starts to actually wear it bc y/n likes and hes a simp? 👉👈😔 if not thats Very cool too no worries! i love your writing, keep up the fantastic work! -ik it says my blog, couldnt find the anon button lol whoops im too tired anyways its me, bee, and i hope i can become a regular around here!

WOOO I’m so hyped I’ve never had so much human validation 🤠

This is an adorable idea and I can’t wait for more ideas from you bee :)

Sorry this took so long I had writers block and half of it didn’t save 🥲

Flowers - Technoblade

Trigger Warnings: none

Fluff/platonic

Summary: Y/n braids Techno’s hair and makes him a pretty boi.

***

Y/n breathed in, feeling their lungs fill with the beautiful fresh air. They flopped backwards into a patch of daisies with a poof of petals. They drifted down onto their cheeks, causing them to giggle.

It really was gorgeous out, the field was filled with various coloured flowers and the heat was beating down on their face - a nice change from the cold grey winters.

Moments like these really made them appreciate the simple things in life.

They opened their eyes at the sound of footsteps approaching to see a very tall man blacking out the sun, just like in those dramatic movies.

“What ‘cha up to?” he asked

“Just relaxing,”

Techno sunk down to the floor beside them, squishing a small cluster of yellow flowers under that fat bunda 🥶😈 I’m so sorry-

He placed his sword down in the meadow and made a blanket to lie down on out of his cloak. He looked so relaxed, an unusual occurrence since he was usually on edge due to his ever growing amount of stress.

His long salmon coloured hair was bathed in the golden evening light. They had always wanted to plait his hair, it was the perfect length. But they had never found the confidence to ask - just in case he chopped them in half or something cute🥰

“Something interesting?”

They realised that they had been staring for the past minute 😐👀. Add that to the list of things they would think about for the next fifty years. Luckily he was no longer paying any attention to them, sparing them from any further embarrassment.

“can-i-plait-your-hair?”

The words had come spilling out their mouth before they even had the chance to overthink it a billion times.

His eyebrows quirked up in surprise, that was definitely not what he was expecting. He was expecting some form of compliment on his godly physique, or them to throw themselves at his feet and pledge their life to him. That’s what most people did 😌

“Sure”

Now that surprised both of them.

They excitedly moved to sit behind him, his hair was surprisingly soft, they wondered if he had little self care nights with hair masks or something. Believe it or not, it was quite hard to imagine.

***

Y/n finished up by placing various little flowers into his hair. They would never say it aloud but he looked like a Disney princess. They wondered what would happen to them if they said that, maybe a quick axe to the throat. Or possibly some poison in their morning coffee.

“Done!” They said excitedly, “What do you think?!”

He melted at the sight of their eager face, although it didn’t show, he needed to keep up that badass facade that had taken years to procure. You know how it be. 😌✋

He pulled the plait across his shoulder and stared down blankly at the flowers. They mistook the lack of response for distaste, maybe the flowers were a step too far- this is where they died- oh god they hadn’t even finished writing up their will- welp, it was a good run. ☠️

“It’s, fine. I guess.”

That’s was the most praise that they had ever heard him give.

They sat down next to him and they both sat in silence watching the sunset. They slowly leant into techno, the success of the plait giving them a short boost of confidence. He pulled them in closer, awkwardly patting their head. They smiled, missing the faint blush rising to his cheeks.

***

He wore that same plait for days, refusing y/n’s offer to redo it, in fear of losing the little flowers that were now starting to wilt.

It was quite unusual to see the blood god kicking ass with such fabulous hair.

When the time came to take it out, before his hair started to look like a birds nest, he was distraught. This was soon resolved when they re-plaited it again.

The cycle continued.

***

“Y/n?”

“Yes?”

...

“Can you plait my hair?”

“Again?”

It soon became a regular treat, the small act of intimacy filling him with a warm feeling.

***

Got sappy in the end ngl. This is so shit, I didn’t do bee justice - I wanted to get it out fast and it has about as much structure as my relationship with the fam. Idk what I’m saying I’m very sleep deprived. 😌👍

[inkyquince]

Commissions and General Thingies Update!

Okay, so, I've gotten a few asks about Commissions, which are sadly quite closed at the moment due to me being... So so dumb. (I'm finishing two commissions this weeks once I stop being an idiot and realised I could finish the smaller ones and then take time on the longer ones), but after a call with some fellow lads and thinking about it, what I can actually do is have them open, but since I'm in my busy period, I can gently nudge up the prices, so they will be added to the pile. I hope this is okay, since I don't like missing out on commissions especially since I'm moving back to England for my Masters in the New Year, and for those who really want their commission, can get it added to my work pile. After I finish a chunk of them, don't worry, prices will return to the usual £5 = 500 words. Busy Era just means that there's an extra £10 tacked on! Might change that later, but so far it's sounds good for me!

ALSO, this doesn't apply to the letters! They remain at £5!

Kofi link here!

Anyway, returning soon! The awful winter is nearly over, Germany has been a frozen hellscape for it, but it was kinda fun, which means that Season Depression will fuck off and I'll be back to write a ton of porn.

I will keep the halloween list for next year, WHICH I WILL START WRITING FOR IN AUGUST NEXT YEAR, and add more slots to make up for the days already done, like Black Wolf for the Cujo film etc.

I'm also going to actually write up some old stories I wrote ages ago for VTM which I told a few people about in call and they got all excited. Fire Emblem stuff, some Obey Me, and of course, the beloved, Degrees of Lewdity.

I also do wanna continue with the Horny Vampire Files, as only Zacarie De Fay is released and I have... More. Because VTM is my current hyperfixation, I have a whole basket of vlorbos (term coined by Quiet the beloved, all hail the angry simp)

So, please bear with me a bit more.

Oh, and we're less than 100 followers away from my greatest shame being revealed, that's fun.

LOVE AND MISS YOU ALL!

[anticapitalistclown]

girl I just started winter woods and wINTER IS JUST- OH MY GOD

not me already simping-

I'll add it to my list <3 !

[bakugohoex]

General relationship hcs with suga please? Thanks!

“you don’t realise how long i’ve been waiting to hear that”

paring: koshi sugawara x female reader 

cw: fluff 

word count: 800+

a/n: suga was actually my first haikyuu crush before any of the characters came into the anime, he’s still so adorable to me, i’m a simp for this man

summary: in which you’re in a relationship with sugawara

↞ back to haikyu!! masterlist

100% would wait for you outside your house

In winter he’d be wrapped up all warm with an extra pair of gloves because you’d have forgotten yours and in summer he’d wait outside sitting on the steps leading to your house as he played with one of the neighbourhood cats

Would bring you snacks when your ill or on your period and would make a hot water bottle to help you, you’d tell him to not get too close but he’d still snuggle into your side so that you weren’t alone

24/7 this man will have his hand in your hand, he needs to always touch you, it doesn’t even matter where, in a crowded room he’ll make sure his hand is on your waist guiding you through

A snack who’d bring you extra snacks at school or after practice

You’d help at volleyball practices just to spend more time with baby Suga

He’d kiss your head and temple when in a crowded room

You’ll slap any member of the volleyball team if they’re being pessimistic with Suga

He’d call you kitten, he would, I personally know he would

Would let you take his hoodies or even better he’d buy hoodies that he knew you’d like so that you could wear it

Would watch anime with you, he loves Assassination Classroom and cried at the end and is secretly a fanatic for romance animes, he once watched say ‘I love you’ without you and you ignored him for two days

Date nights he will hold your hand bringing it to his lips to kiss

Will go shopping with you and let you try on clothes for him

Will make tiktoks with you loves to see you do any dance, he’s the ultimate hype man

You both study together both having a headphone in one of your ears

Would make a ton of sex jokes fom being around Tanaka and Noya so much

You would equally make a ton of sex jokes back at him

A big ass simp before you were dating would follow you around like a lost puppy 

It would take Daichi or Asahi to finally tell you that he likes yo

You were oblivious and when you found out you just wanted to hug the poor baby 

“So, you hadn’t noticed the 5-foot 8 man following you around.” Daichi gave a concerned face as you clearly had not noticed the 5-foot 8 man following you.

“What he wasn’t following me he was helping me.”

“Y/n he was following you, does he help everybody by being around them 24/7″ Daichi waited for a response.

You spoke hesitantly, “N...No.”

“Exactly.” He crossed his arms before seeing Asahi walk through the doors of your class, “Asahi you know who Suga likes tell Y/n who it is.”

Asahi was startled by Dachi’s command, “o…oh yeah he likes Y/n that’s why he follows them around so much.”

You look down feeling embarrassed at not realising that everything Suga had done was because he liked you, “I thought he was just nice to everyone.”

“He is Y/n, it’s just he’s extra nice to you.” Asahi smiled as you gave a smile back before thinking.

He had helped you carry books to your classroom, opened the doors for you, walked with you all the way to your house, he’d put his arm in front of you when Tanaka and Noya were being too over energetic, he’d bring you food whenever he heard your stomach grumble. How had you not realised; all the signs were there he liked you. Sugawara liked you.

“I can’t be that stupid.” You whispered before looking up seeing Sugawara walk in, Daichi and Asahi left the table, as Suga came towards you.

“Hey Y/n, your hair looks nice today.” He smiles as all you can think about is how adorable he is. “Y/n” he repeats your name after you don’t reply.

“Sorry, umm thank you.” You continued to stare at him as he spoke about some volleyball techniques he wanted to try with the team, all you could think of was him though, around you, holding you forever.

“Y/n you fazed out again, is everything alright?” He asked. “You’re not ill are you.” He brought the back of his hand to your forehead, the limited contact making you crave even more.

“No, I’m fine” You pause thinking if you should tell him you like him, you decided to just tell him that you knew about his crush and that you liked him back but instead all you could say was “I like you back.” 

“You like me back.” Is all he could say, he was shocked, and your blushing self made his heart warm.

You nodded as you reached for his hand, “I know I was oblivious to your signs, but I know now and if you want we should go out together.”

“You don’t realise how long I’ve been waiting to hear that.” He kissed your temple as a blush creeps up to your cheeks. You really did like him and he was probably the best boyfriend in the whole entire world.

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#5

hii, can you please rec some tony stark fanfic blogs?

Omg hiiii!!!! Of course!!! I’d gladly rec you some of tony stark fanfic writers out hereeee @kamalahkhan

And i just wanna add, the exact reason why i joined this hellsite last year is to come and search for more tony stark fanfics ahahahaha 💓💓💓💓

This list may change if i ever miss some blogs :))) i would like to apologize if i ever miss someone but when i do remember i will immediately put an addition here edited 11/1/21

@letsby , @mostly-marvel-musings , @another-stark-sub @patheticallysentimental @boop-le-snoot @slothspaghettiwrites @slut4tonystark , @tonystarkscumslutz @buckyownsmylife ‘s let me try fic @russiandoll-from-brooklyn ‘s just once part 1 and 2 , @sherrybaby14 , @shewhohangsoutincemeteries ,@avengerscompound also known as @emilyevanston , @canumoveurseatup-no @thran-duils has some dark tony fics @darsynia @bolontiku @ironlady1993 has some tony stark dark fics @heavenbarnes has some short tony drabbles also her three-part fic ‘Battle of the Egos’ is 😩💜💜

I just know there are a lot of tony stark fanfic writers out there. I’m sorry i’m limited w these bc my brain has a short memory storage sksksksk

To the wonderful blogs that I have tagged, maybe you can lend me a hand in here?? ☺️☺️☺️☺️💓💓💓💓💓

139 notes • Posted 2021-10-14 14:32:27 GMT

#4

Thank you @pepper-stark for the tag! 😄🥰✨💕

Rules: Name 7 comfort films and tag 7 people

In no particular order

Clueless

The Craft

Mean Girls

10 Things I Hate About You

The Breakfast Club

Miss Congeniality 1 and 2

Before Sunrise

Captain America : The Winter Soldier

BONUS (SORRY I CANT HELP IT):

•Thor: Ragnarok

•Legally Blonde

•White Chicks

Tagging! @babyboibucky @bitchassbucky @sarge-barnes-sir @yeet-me-out-tonight @mariestark @bloggingfromherbed @msmarvelwrites @countonthesun @lookiamtrying @whoth3hellisbucky

LMAO i went pass the limit 😌 its ok tho

ALSO anyone can join!!! I suck at tagging games in general

178 notes • Posted 2021-05-19 12:32:48 GMT

#3

Frank Adler x reader

A short impromptu drabble based on this post and this gif below eheheheh deleted the other post so that it won’t disturb the OP

Also there might be changes bc as i said, impromptu 😂 never planned this. An idea just came out from my head looking at this gif

Oh my god this gif is giving me thots

18+ under the cut (just a short impromptu imagine. Not edited lmao) please like, rb and comment if you like it :)))

Imagine teasing frank by sending provocative pictures of yourself with your sweetest innocent face and then he texts back saying ‘I’ll be there in 10 minutes. I expect you to lay in your back, legs spread with your panties and my shirt on.’ You got all excited that you quickly took off your shorts and positioned yourself in the bed the way he liked.

By the time you heard the front door slam, you can feel your panties pool with your wetness as you gripped the bed sheets at the sides. He isn’t there in the room yet and yet you’re so turned on by the thought of your Frank seeing you vulnerable like this. You just wanted nothing but all of him. It’s what it matters to you right now.

You were so preoccupied with your filthy thoughts that you didn’t know he was already by the bedroom door, eyes endeavoring your sweet body spread out on the sheet and lips smirking. “You’re in it for a wild ride, sweetheart.”

199 notes • Posted 2021-09-07 17:00:19 GMT

#2

Thots +18 under the cut. This is my first ever smut posted on Tumblr! Finally able to post it!!! And ngl i’m nervous ahahaha :) (tbh i feel nauseous of how nervous i am) . Shoutout to @bemine-bucky, @borikenlove, and @spicynudlesoup who witnessed the thirst I had for him that time lmao. Instead of Chris Evans RPF, I made it to Ari Levinson bc i love him

Pairing: Ari Levinson x reader

word count: 1,079

WARNINGS: NOT BETA’D. ALL OF THE MISTAKES ARE MY OWN.18+ ONLY. MINORS DNI. D/S dynamics, light dry humping if you squint, breath play (light choking), petnames, light degradation, language, allusions to punishment and smut. I think that’s it? please let me know if there are anymore warning that i didn’t include.

I give no permission to repost this work to any other media outlets. If you like it, reblogs are also very much appreciated. Comments are also a very good plus! <3

Imagine being a little lonely in a small house you and your boyfriend Ari shared, home near the beach where you can hear the birds chirping loudly as they try to hunt for fish and the soft and peaceful sea crashing along the shore. Ari told you that he was a little busy like usual, planning for his next mission in god knows where. He was dedicated to his work because he loved helping those who are in need, you understand that and you loved that for him, but you didn’t like it when he was too much invested in it and left you alone on your own.

You were his very supportive, understanding, and loving girlfriend. You were his very good girlfriend. You always take care of him, obedient to him. But this time, it was getting on your nerves. You had enough for being good for him, and you wanted to be rebellious once in a while.

So you threw into a cute pleated mini skirt that you bought a few days ago, a pair of cream colored knee socks that had ruffles decorated around your knees, and your favorite shirt, his worn out patterned white shirt that you twisted the front of it and tied, making it look like a crop top. You checked yourself in the mirror and put on your best bambi look, the look that Ari couldn’t resist.

You prepared some light snacks for him since it was still in the middle of the afternoon. You placed the food on the tray. Your sock clad feet softly padded against the cold floor as you grip the wooden tray tightly. You were a little nervous that this stunt was going to happen. How would Ari react? This was very unusual for you to do this; to defy him a little. Your mind raced with different kinds of scenarios which made your stomach churn lightly, yet your pussy had a mind of its own, she was already throbbing. You could feel your arousal seeping through your panties.

You were now in front of the door where Ari was in. Rustling of papers and his raspy voice that sounded like he was on call, you can hear his deep raspy voice behind the door which made your lower region tingle in anticipation and your toes curl. You took a deep breath, mumbling under your breath that you could do it before your already sweaty hand reached for the knob and twisted clockwise.

The door flew open, which made Ari startle by its creaking hinges. He looked at you, narrowing his eyes as you strutted inside, ignoring his daggers through the back of your skull as you made your way to the coffee table.

“Sir, I have to call you back,” he said to the phone and without hearing the receiver, he immediately ended it and tossed the device to the piled papers. 

“The hell do you think you’re doing?” Ari gritted his teeth, his arms folded against his chest as you still ignored him, but you could feel your heart beating a little harder against your rib cage. You bent your upper body down a little, making your little skirt rise a little as you slowly placed the tray on the table.

You bit your lip with a smile when you heard a breath hitched behind you. You could tell that he could already see your open slit panties beneath the godforsaken skirt; your pretty petals had its own heartbeat with your own nectar coating around it, begging for it to be touched and sucked.

“Son of a bitch.” Ari muttered under his breath, his hands turned into fists and he didn't waste time. He strutted towards you, wrapped his arm around your waist and his other hand on your neck. “Don’t. Fucking. Move.” He punctuated every word, each word had him rutting his already tented crotch against your ass, no doubt the crotch of his jeans coated with your sweet arousal that had leaked already in your inner thighs to the tight muscle of your as. You whimpered, because you were so turned on and also you were a little scared of what he would do to you. 

Ari had his chin resting on your shoulder, and he smirked. He barely even touched you, but he could already hear you panting. He felt bad for you just a tiny bit, because he was so busy with work that he neglected his precious girl. Right now, his precious girl was being a bad girl.

He tutted, tightening his grip on your neck a little that had you gripping his strong forearm. “Have I been neglecting you, sweetheart?” He asked, his breath tickled your ear  and his beard that you absolutely loved stroked against your jaw, leaving prickles against your skin that had your hands gripping firmly on his arm.

“Answer me.” He growled, releasing a grip a little and tightening it again. He was playing with you, like a doll that you are. “Yes.” You managed to squeak, tears in your eyes threatened to spill, not because he was hurting you; but because you wanted him to use you.

“It’s been a week, Ari.” You sniffed. You can feel him smiling against your ear. “Well, why didn’t you say so, honey?”

He released his grip from your neck and your waist, pushing you harshly towards the 

Couch that led you to stumble and land on the cushion on your knees.

“Bend over.” He commanded and you know better than to disobey him. You obliged, bending over that your chest reached the back of the couch’s back pillows and your knees were slightly raised from the cushion. You jerked a little when you felt his warm fingers touch the back of your exposed thighs, skimming the skin lightly like he was touching a delicate virgin, even if you were very far from one.

“You wanna be a slut?” He rhetorically asked, you just kept your mouth shut with your hands gripping the pillow tightly and your legs almost giving out.

“I’ll fucking treat you like one.” And with that, he flipped your skirt to your waist, completely exposing him with your drenched cunt. He swatted in between your inner thighs to signal you to open them wider and you did. “Good luck, baby. Because I don’t know when I’ll stop until I feel satisfied with my work.”

“Just so you know, I’m gonna fucking wreck you that you deserve.”

238 notes • Posted 2021-08-12 17:00:57 GMT

#1

I saw this on facebook (dont judge me. I still hate facebook tho)

OKAY first of all, please don't judge me bwdfuhwvuieqhwgbi i used to have no life before i got my job skskskskssksk

And i think its beautiful

388 notes • Posted 2021-04-03 07:56:43 GMT

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