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The Buccaneer Queen pt. 16

Pirate! ATEEZ x pirate!fem Reader

Genre: fantasy pirate AU, future romance

Warnings: angst, language, violence, death, gore, mentions of guns and cannons. The characters in this story are purely fictitious and do not portray actual people.

AN: italics are thoughts

Word count: ~3.8k

Summary: Women are considered bad luck upon the vessels that sail the Seven Seas. Before you became the captain of The Astraea, a witch of sorts cursed you and the crew leaving a physical mark upon your chest just above where your heart would lie. Anyone that sees the Black Standard flying on the black and gold ship knows that they have stumbled upon the Armada of the Damned which is piloted by the Buccaneer Queen.

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Previously on The Buccaneer Queen:

Opening the drawer on the table, he begins to look for thread and a needle but stops. Turning to look at you, he watches the way your skin begins to sew itself back together.

"Neat trick," Seonghwa murmurs, opting for a rag and clean water. At least he can clean the healed wound at your shoulder.

Arms dangling off his knees, he lets his head hang, just sitting on a barrel beside the table you lay on, lost in thought.

It's when he feels a hand brush his hair back from his forehead that he sits up in shock.

You wear a tired smile, but it's genuine. A raspy 'thank you' leaves your lips. A small smile settles on his face as he grabs a hold of your hand, giving it a gentle squeeze.

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Yunho has already gone back up to the main deck with Jamie, who looked especially relieved to see you resting, to help with the remaining tasks as they begin the long trip out into open water while Seonghwa remains with you in the sick bay.

It's been a few hours since you've been brought aboard and have since been covered with a blanket. It felt wrong to force you to put a shirt on after the whole ordeal you had gone through. It also just felt wrong to not cover you at all, for Goddess' sake, even if he was a pirate he was still a gentleman.

Figuring you were going to be out for a while, Seonghwa stood from the stool he had been perched on and stretched, groaning when he felt the satisfying crack in his back. Casting you a quick glance he strode out of the sick bay in search of food from the galley.

His weary eyes took note of his crew members milling about the galley of The Treasure. Even with his short time on the Astera he had gotten used to his new ship, but now it was a little jarring being back on the ship that he called home.

"Hwa!" Wooyoung called from one of the bench tables, beckoning him to join the rest of them as they ate a small dinner.

Dragging his feet he made his way over, and Hongjoong slid a plate over to his first mate.

"You should eat something," was all his captain said, before picking up his own food again.

Seonghwa gave a nod as he observed the dried meats and bread on his plate. A thought had crossed his mind then, that the bread must be stale at this point considering how long they've been away. They'd need to stop at a port for new rations.

"How is our lady captain?" Mingi asked, mouth full of bread.

Swallowing the lump of food, Seonghwa answered tiredly, "She's doing fine. Resting in one of the sick beds."

"Why the sudden change of heart? Didn't you hate her or something?" Wooyoung asked, only to receive a swift elbow in his ribs by Yeosang.

Seonghwa just shrugged. Truly, he didn't quite know where he stood with you or what he thought of you. You did save his captain and all and forced them into the dinghies while you stayed and went down with the Astraea.

The rest of the meal was brief, not much talking after the events that transpired, just hushed whispers here and there. Seonghwa was honestly tired of the murmurs of both crews and decided to refill his plate once more before excusing himself from the table.

It's not much but he had a plate of stale bread, dried meat, and a glass of water for you. It was better than nothing.

Pushing the door open with his hip he was greeted with an empty infirmary. Just his luck, his own patient was now missing. Letting his head fall back he lets out a deep sigh, there hasn't been much time for rest as he's been dealing with a swirling guilt in his stomach, but he also realizes that this isn't the time for self pity. Straightening his shoulders, he turns around with hopes of finding you quickly. How hard can that be, it's not like there's many places for you to go on a ship.

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Climbing the last few steps to the top deck he finds you where he thought he would. Coincidentally, it happens to be where they found you on their first night on the Astraea, standing on the bow of the ship's railing.

"Thought I'd find you out here," Seonghwa says, as he comes to a stop just off to your left.

Your eyes don't break away from the dark, swirling water in front of you, but you do give the dark haired pirate a small nod.

It's silent for a moment before he speaks again, "I went to look for you in the sick bay, but you were gone."

"I just needed some fresh air," you answer, your toes curl against the railing as if to ground yourself. "How long was I asleep?"

You can hear Seonghwa hum behind you, "After we last spoke? Probably half a day's worth has gone by."

You grimace as you realize how inconvenient that probably was for people to deal with.

When you don't answer, Seonghwa speaks again. "I came to bring you some food. It's not much, but it's all we have until we reach another port."

Hearing that you glance over your shoulder at him. It’s slow going, but your foot pivots and then you’re landing softly on the deck of the ship. You glance up at the man next to you, but his gaze remains fixed to the dark horizon, much like what you were doing moments prior to him joining you. The only indication that he’s paying any sort of attention is the plate being slid on the railing to you. Murmuring a quick ‘thanks', you pick up the bread, the crust is tough so you dip it in the glass that Seonghwa offers you. The water helps soften the crust, but you can feel the dryness coat your tongue as you munch on the bread. Setting down the small roll you opt to nibble on the salted meat instead.

The silence stretches between you two as you finish your meal, only after is the silence broken by Seonghwa.

“Yeosang found a merchant island not too far from where we are, called the Port Ame,” he still doesn’t look at you. You take note of the distant look in his eyes and wonder where his thoughts are at, but you know better than to pry.

Truthfully, you don’t know where your relationship with the helmsman stands. There isn’t a lot of trust between the two of you, but something changed within the last day. Humming to yourself, you decide that you won’t press the issue, at least not yet.

“You should get some rest Seonghwa, you’ve done a lot since being back on your ship,” your voice is gentle, quiet. You can see the weariness that rolls off him, the way his shoulders are slumped and the bags that are under his eyes.

There’s not much spoken, but you hear a noncommittal hum from him. It just encourages you to give him a small push back towards the entrance of the lower deck. He continues a few steps before stopping and turning around, surprised to see you already watching him.

“Where will you go?” he asks.

“I’ll go back to the med bay when I’m ready. It won’t be much longer,” you tell him, hands clasping together in front of you.

He nods once more, a quiet ‘goodnight’ following him, one that you return.

Your gaze returns to the horizon again as you think about what Seonghwa had told you. You’d soon find yourself at the island that always rains.

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You awake to a knock on the door of the med bay, and a head of lavender hair.

“Good morning, Wooyoung,” you greet him, as you finish tying off your hair into a loose braid.

“Morning to you Captain,” Wooyoung smiles.

“Just YN, I’m not a captain anymore,” you tell him, with a smile that doesn’t quite reach your eyes. You can see his smile falter a little before he sets it again.

“Ah, okay,” He fully opens the door for you, “Hongjoong would like a word with you.”

Dusting the imaginary dirt off the borrowed breeches you make your way to Wooyoung, “Then let’s not keep the Captain waiting. Lead the way.”

There’s a strange atmosphere as you are led through the Treasure, everyone being happier than normal to see you. The interactions cause a small crease to form in your brow.

Reaching the door to Hongjoong’s quarters, Wooyoung turns to look at you and notices the confusion settling between your eyes.

Rubbing a thumb over the spot he murmurs, “Everyone is just relieved to see that you’re doing well. Most haven’t seen you up since bringing you on board the ship.”

Your mouth forms a silent ‘o’ at this, and you can’t help wondering how much distress you caused your crew and Hongjoong’s.

Before you get the chance to ask, Wooyoung is knocking on the door and striding away to head to his post.

You hear a “come in” before you push the door open. Yeosang is leaning over Hongjoong’s shoulder pointing out something on a map before they both look up to greet you.

“Thank you Yeo, we can discuss this some more later,” Hongjoong tells him.

“Of course, Joong,” he’s gathering up the parchment on the table and putting them under his arms. As he passes you, he gives your hand a small squeeze before excusing himself from the quarters.

Hongjoong moves from his seat to stand in front of you, you who had only taken a few steps into the cabin.

“How are you feeling?” Hongjoong asks, gently picking up your hand.

Oddly intimate, you think, as you look at how he holds your hand so delicately, carefully tracing his thumb over the back of your hand.

“I’m as well as I can be,” you answer truthfully. You’re clearly alive at the cost of your ship, thankfully no one was lost to sea while it sank.

He’s silent for a moment before phrasing it again. “How is your condition?” It comes out almost like a whisper.

“No different than before,” you tell him. The weight of the souls that you carry has stayed the same.

“Good,” he nods, and pulls you with him towards the chairs near the desk.

He pulls out the chair in front of his desk for you, and you take a seat. Watching as he moves around the desk to his own chair.

“Wooyoung said you wanted to speak with me?” you ask, trying to get rid of the intimate atmosphere he created, even though you enjoyed the care he held your hand with.

“Right to business I see,” Hongjoong says, straightening himself out. “I wanted to thank you for taking a bullet for me.”

“It was nothing really,” you murmur, picking up a compass and spinning it against the wood of the desk.

Hongjoong watches you closely before continuing, “Why didn’t you try to come with us? We could’ve all fit on the lifeboat.”

Stopping your ministrations, you look up at him, “To ensure the safety of my fa- crew.”

You can see the way his features pull down in a frown, as if he doesn’t believe you.

“To ensure our safety you say,” Hongjoong spits your words back at you, “I watched you fall overboard. Do you know how helpless I felt not being able to grab you? To save you?”

Mouth agape you stare at him. You honestly had no idea you made the ruthless Pirate King feel helpless in that moment.

“Of course you wouldn’t know,” Hongjoong said, covering his face with his hand as he slumped back into his chair.

The silence between you stretches that all you can hear are the waves slapping the sides of the ship and the thundering of your heartbeat beating in your ears. Normally, you'd feel calm and composed in most situations, but whatever has transpired since your ship sank and seeing Seungcheol on The Diamond has rattled you to your core.

"Tell me something," Hongjoong asks, leaning forward and propping his elbows on the desk hands clasped together concealing the bottom half of his face.

Your gaze drifts to him as you wait for him to continue.

"What does the captain of The Diamond mean to you?"

"Do you mean besides what he owes me?" You ask, feigning nonchalance by leaning back in the cushioned chair you're sitting on.

"What else would cause you to be so angry over a man?" Eyes boring into yours, he presses on, "Something happened that's much deeper than you're letting on."

You chew the inside of your lip as you finally manage to break your gaze with him. Why, why does he have to be so observant?

"What are you trying to find Hongjoong? What possible good comes from knowing about past relations?" You counter.

Hongjoong's stare is hard as he gazes at you. Trying to find out why you're deflecting the topic so much. Why does it bother you so much?

"The safety of everyone on board relies on knowing. Knowing what kind of madness we are all getting into," he tells you, finally dropping his hands to the table.

Your eyes follow the movements of his hands, and you don't lift your gaze from them. You watch the tick in the top of his hand as he presses them together, maybe to contain his frustration with you. The lack of information he needs because you won't give a straight answer.

Releasing a sigh, you let your shoulder slump. Maybe it'll be better to share the burden, you think.

"We were together romantically. He was someone I thought would keep me safe. Treasure the bond we shared, but he was a coward," your voice comes out quiet, but in the quiet quarters of Hongjoong’s room it seems so loud.

"He was the one that outed me to the witch all those years ago," your voice begins to raise as you remember that night.

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Your captain's ship was caught in the middle of a nasty storm as your ship was transporting an elderly woman to a new port. You remember taking an inventory of the various herbs, wraps, and other various medicinal supplies in the medicine drawers within the small cabin. One hand gingerly fingered through the supplies while the other laid comfortably over your midsection. The rattling of metal equipment in glass jars locked away on a cupboard kept you company as you logged what you'd need to pick up from Ame.

The sound of the wooden door to the sick bay cracked against a barrel as it was flung open, a screech following soon after startling you from your counting.

Whirling around on the crate you were sitting on, you were met with a wrinkled and crooked finger jabbing into your chest.

"I knew it! I knew the storm was a bad omen!" She hissed, spittle hitting you in the face.

You couldn't help but gawk at how red in the face this woman had become, and even more so, you haven't even done anything.

"What do you mean by bad omen?" You narrow your eyes at the woman.

"You are a woman sailing on this ship! Women bring bad luck on the seas!" She screeched.

"Are you not one as well?" You question, brow raising at the absurdity. It's then that you notice Seungcheol inside the door frame.

"Seungcheol?" You ask, hoping that his eyes will meet yours, but they don't. They remain fixed to the floor.

"Bring her to the top deck," the woman commands, whirling on her heel and leaving the room.

You can see the way his jaw ticks in frustration as he comes further into the room.

"Cheol, talk to me, please. What's happening?" You ask as he grabs one of your arms. He doesn't hold you in a familiar way at all, his grip too firm on your arm.

You push again, "Seungcheol?"

You're met with a brooding silence as you're pushed rather harshly out of the cabin.

Rain and wind whip against your face, and it's only a matter of moments before your clothes are soaked through, sending a chill deep into your bones.

Somehow, you manage to hear the woman's shrill cries over the howling winds.

"How dare you escort me with a woman on your crew! You have damned every person on this ship by allowing her to sail onto open water!"

The moment would be rather funny watching the little lady yell at your giant of a captain if the circumstances weren't what they currently were. You have no idea what you've done wrong, and to be in the middle of this situation, it just didn't make any sense.

"You paid us for refuge and an escort to a new island. You have no right now to be upset about who I have on my crew," your captain seethes, leaning his face down at the wretched woman.

You're not entirely sure what transpired, but your captain has his arm twisted to the side in a hold that no elderly woman should possess the strength to have and a bone knife pressed to his neck.

"Wait! Stop! What are you doing?" You scream, struggling to get out of Seungcheol's grip.

Whirling on him, you scream, "Let go of me! Why aren't you helping our captain? Let me go!"

"Quiet!" He twists your arm as far as it'll go without snapping before he's pushing you in the there direction.

Your eyes scan wildly at your other crew mates, but there seems to be a haze over them. It must be rainwater in your eyes, but they almost seem to be moving slower.

You're jostled from your thoughts as you're shoved to the deck, Seungcheol holding one arm behind your back and the other at the back of your neck.

You try to turn your head to glare at the man who you thought you could trust.

"You're a part of this?" You hiss, fingers digging into the damp wood of the deck.

"I was promised a way out," Seungcheol answers, not even bothering to look at you.

"What do you mean a way out?" You try to get him to look at you, "Seungcheol, what do you mean?"

You can see the way his brow creases and the frown that sets on his face.

"Answer me!" You scream at him.

"Your crew will die because of you, but you will have the fortune of being the first to go," she continues, waving the bone knife around in the air.

You curse under your breath as you realize how truly helpless you are in this situation. If you try to struggle any further, you know you'll dislocate your shoulder. You turn your eyes away from the scene in front of you, forehead resting against the deck as tears prick your eyes.

You hear it over the thunder and crashing waves, the choked gurgling followed by a heavy thud.

Lifting your head and trying to clear bleary eyes, you can make out the slumped form of your captain lying on the deck. A red pool forms beneath him rapidly. You think you hear a scream. Your second thought is that maybe it's your scream, but you're not too sure.

A gnarled hand tangles in your hair before giving it a harsh yank. You glare at the hag before you, and you meet her malice filled gaze with one of your own, but she has a nasty smirk adorned on her face as she leans in to whisper in your ear.

"I know your secret you whore," she whispers, as pain erupts in your abdomen as she twists the knife deeper into your gut.

Coughing, you can feel the thick, warmth of blood fill your mouth and run down your chin.

Seungcheol finally drops your arm and takes a hasty step back away from you. Guilt is taking over his face, but he's quick to turn away from you.

Pressing a hand to your stomach, you cry out. It's an agonizing cry, one that carries across the water. A ragged scream of a lost love and betrayal. For a love that never got to blossom, you cry. And soon, your vision darkens, and you're left alone on the deck of your old ship.

The storm has passed, and the sun beats down on a ship and the person who lies on the deck.

A dry cough escapes your lips, and you try to wet your lips with your rough tongue. Your head feels like lead as you try to sit up, and there's an excruciating pain in your abdomen, which brings back all the memories rushing to the front of your mind.

Gingerly, you lift the bottom of your torn shirt only to be met with nothing. It's just a scar.

Scrambling to your feet, you rush to your captain's quarters, looking for something sharp. After turning over the desk drawers, your eye catches sight of a silver letter opener. There isn't much thought as you bring the blade across your palm. It stings, and you bite your lip to suppress a shout. To your horror, though, you watch as the edges of the wound begin to create thread like fibers and stitch the wound close once more.

"No, no, no, no," you whisper, bringing your hands to your head and gripping your hair tightly. Your knees buckle, and you find yourself in a fetal position on the floor.

"This can't be happening," you whisper, and somehow you manage to shed a few tears that you thought had all dried up.

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"What did he take from you?" Hongjoong asks, his eyes not giving away how he's feeling.

"He took my mortality," you fix him with a glare, even though the anger isn't directed at him.

"He took away my son," you add, jaw feathering in anger as you reopen old wounds.

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Harmony Syndrome Part 5/5

The last chapter of my mlp infection AU! Thank you to everyone who followed along. Some final thoughts on my twitter @cracklewink if anyone's interested : )

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i need more cowboi reiner tryna knock u up pls 🥺 👉 👈

⸻ STUFFED!

SYNOPSIS ౨ৎ ₊ ⊹ reiner just can’t seem to control how hungry he is for you. what better way to make you his than by stuffing you full of him?

CONTAINS ౨ৎ ₊ ⊹ ( 2.5k+ words of . . . ) cowboy!reiner x fem!reader (black coded), nsfw/smut, modern au, countryside setting, established relationship, reiner has a big fat breeding kink, sex flashbacks, doggie style, standing sex, creampie, use of pet names (ex. mama, sugar, honey), reader calls reiner ‘papa’, mentions of pregnancy, lowercase intended, explicit language, minors shoo!

MY LOVE NOTE! ౨ৎ ₊ ⊹ it’s undeniable that cowboy reiner’s got a raging breeding kink. thanks so much for sending in your thoughts, my love! now here’s rei-rei bein’ a shameless feen for his pretty girl! 🎀

reiner’s terribly distracted.

the last thing he wants to do is lay blame, but in a way, you’re the reason why. the mere thought of you is enough to make this cowboy go buckwild. rei-rei swears he usually has more self control, it’s just that you strip him of all common sense.

you, pretty little you, make him all scatterbrained. his head’s been filled with nothing but romantics and vulgarities ever since he took you on a date seven months ago. you’ve turned him into some fool in love, for goodness’ sake.

memories of last night’s escapades come to mind. his mouth practically waters when remembering your plush ass; how you tossed it onto his pelvis with an arching back and swaying tits, peering at him with the sultriest smile, not to mention those glimmering bedroom eyes of yours. he recalls having to hold you still, so you wouldn’t be able to squirm away if his pounding were to become too much. you were soft, he remembers, so soft. the flesh of your hips would squish beneath the imposing pressure of his callous fingers, digging tighter into your sides whenever you’d flutter around the girth of him. he remembers the way he came inside with a rumbly moan, leaving your pussy full and the sheets wet . . . he wants to do it all over again.

with all that’s going on in that perverse little mind of his, he can hardly bring himself to focus on feeding the cattle. the only thing that can solve his problem is its source; you. and just like that, reiner’s dropping whatever he’d been doing before. his chores can surely wait, but this surge of desire can’t be overlooked. not a thing matters as much as finding you, fucking you, filling you.

he rounds the barn, passes by the apple trees and the horse stables in search of you. his cock pulses with every step, prodding stubbornly against the soft cotton of his boxers, now smeared with sticky precum. reiner brings a hand down to provide himself some relief, palming his boner with a low grunt. he’s so fucking hard that it almost hurts. that’s what he gets for fantasizing about you for the past thirty minutes and doing nothing about it until now.

with heavy steps, reiner makes his entrance into the farmhouse and is met by the sight of you lounging in the living room. you’re seated on the floral-print recliner with your pedicured toes propped up, all nice and comfortable. you’re wearing the dainty string of pearls he bought you for your birthday earlier in the year. pride flushes throughout his chest when seeing how prettily it rests on your collarbone.

you greet your man with a glossy smile, one that makes his dick throb beneath his hay-specked coveralls. reiner wonders if you’ve taken note of just how red he looks, rosy heat scattered across his face, from the highs of his cheekbones to the tips of his ears. he can feel his skin blazing with complete and total need.

reiner elicits a weak mumble of ‘hey, sugar. . .’, a stark contrast to your tone being all light and cheery as you ramble on about the cute little mini-skirt you’re crocheting for yourself. ‘since the weather’s getting warmer,’ you chime.

reiner loves you. he really, truly does, but he simply isn’t in the headspace to pay mind to the mundane task you’re occupied with at the moment— not when he’s this close to tearing off your summer dress, bending you over, peeling himself out of his spurred boots and pumping you full of every drop of cum he has to offer. fuck, he’s breathing harder now. gradually, he feels his resolve slip.

“you alright, honey?” you set down your crocheting hook, staring up at him with big, curious eyes. your voice, soft and consoling, grounds him just a little. reiner pulls off his signature cowboy hat, sets it on the nearby coffee table, and ruffles his hair so it falls into place. “yeah, i’m just—“ a pause amidst his sigh. truthfully, he’s here because he wants to fuck you pregnant. “i wanted t’see you, is all.” he settles on saying that instead. it’s much sweeter, all the more more romantic. less fetish-y. you probably would’ve looked at him funny if he admitted to crossing the entire farm by foot just so he could fill you up.

“aw, rei! you were missin’ me?” you laugh out of flattery. oh, your reiner. he’s so sweet in his own right. your boyfriend wants to ‘see you’, as he claims, like he hadn’t woken you up with nibbles to your neck, taken a (somewhat long, fairly busy) shower with you this morning, and ate breakfast alongside you before heading off to tend to the farm. you assume he can’t help but cling to you and want more.

it’s sudden, but welcomed, how reiner closes in on you. he draws near like a magnet, until the space between you no longer exists. he’s crouching down to the level of the chair, hovering over you to press a kiss on your lips. “mhm. missed you so bad, mama,” he mumbles against your mouth. in reply, you whisper onto his lips, something about how he’s always ‘so eager.’ he leans into you, desperate for more, and the chair creaks underneath the addition of his weight. he’s a large man, anyone can tell. his brawny build and imposing height never fail to make you feel safe underneath him. 

reiner dips his head low and plants one, two, three sloppy kisses along your warm neck, and it gets you hotter than the southern heat. he leaves saliva in his wake, trailed by the lightest of bruises from his suctioning lips. he tries to undo your clothes and his, but the small space that this decade-old chair provides won’t allow for it. besides, it wouldn’t be wise of him to make you squirt on a family heirloom. “this won’t do,” he clicks his teeth, decidingly picking you up. your legs wrap around his torso like second nature, arms circled around the back of his muscular neck.

“reiii, baby wait!” you draw out the call of his name, but all it does is coax him further. can’t you tell that your voice is only making him harder? that your whines urge him to fuck you silly? 

“wait?” he reiterates, grinding up into your clothed core. you shudder upon contact. “what for?” from beneath the denim he wears, you can feel his stiffness poke against your flimsy panties. “don’t you wanna head to bed first, honey? hm?” you whine into his neck. it takes a good eight seconds for him to respond.

“uh-uh,” reiner gives you a half-hearted grunt, with his gaze fixed on your cleavage that the low neckline of your dress presents to him. obviously, he’s interested in other things. “here’s just fine, sugar.” he’s strong enough to fuck you standing up with nothing else supporting him, and you know that. he doesn’t need a goddamn mattress.

reiner’s large hands grab at your underside, using your ass as the perfect leverage to press you close to him. this is your third time fucking this week, and it’s only tuesday. you’d mention it, but he’s too busy kissing down the valley of your breasts. impatience seeps through his every movement, from how he grasps at your thighs to keep you upright, to eagerly feeling along your lower half like it’s his first time touching your body.

“slow down, rei.” begrudgingly, reiner removes his lips from your chest. he finally calms for just a moment, so that he can meet your beautiful eyes. your face has been overtaken by a subtle pout. “m’sorry, honey,” he murmurs between a deep kiss, all wet and tongue-filled. you assume that’s supposed to be his form of an apology. his toned arm re-fastens itself around your body, holding you tight, while the other bunches up your dress and pushes down his bottoms, “but i need you. so fuckin’ bad.” you could never deny him and that sweet southern drawl. he knows that his smooth mouth works magic on you— he always gets what he wants from his pretty girl. 

now freed of any confines, reiner lowers his hand to stroke at the base of his dick, tugging himself with a low hiss. involuntarily, his hips buck. “you can finish up that skirt later, hm?” he releases himself and appoints his attention to you, the pads of his fingers circling your clit in just the way you like. your head falls forward onto his broad shoulder. “hell, i’ll even buy you some o’those frilly ones at that fancy mall you like goin’ to . . .” he utters partially to you and a little to himself, still occupied with keeping pressure on your bud. by now, with your head thrown back, you’ve already forgotten what you were working on in the first place.

having done this countless times before, reiner’s quickly able to find your dripping entrance. the drag of his tip through your puffy folds causes a ‘shlck’ sound to elicit. reiner smiles to himself; you’re embarrassingly wet. your hips begin to swivel and writhe, that’s how he knows you’re getting as needy as he. choosing not to waste any more time, he pushes himself inside with one swift motion. you cry out from the stretch, already fluttering around the first few inches he gives you. so far, it's just the tip and some, but he's so wide.

“goddamnit, baby . . . i fuckin’ love this pussy,” reiner grunts through clenched teeth. he’d usually start off with a shallow thrust and ease you into it, but he isn’t feeling as patient. every thrust is fast-paced, almost rushed. the impact has you bouncing in his arms, all as he continues his unrelenting efforts.

“s’good, rei— so good,” wavering moans spill past your lips. he hisses when your manicured nails dig into the hot flesh of his firm, round biceps. you squeeze around him until his eyes go rolling back. “i know, mama. i know,” reiner whines and groans, because it’s all he can manage to do. if he was air-headed about you earlier, surely he’s braindead now. he pumps into you rapidly, restlessly, but he still finds a way to make it feel so thorough. that’s probably because he’s fucking huge; incredibly endowed, like every other big and buff part of him. with a cock this thick, how could he not strike every nerve and hit every spot? 

he rolls his hips up into you with breathtaking fervor, fucks into you until he’s balls deep within your pulsating cunt. sweat dripping down his furrowed brow, he rasps out, “can’t wait to fill you up,” sloppy kisses follow, and his tongue slides across yours as he mumbles on about cumming inside, stuffing you full, making you his. you finally know what he’s doing, you should’ve known all along— he’s going to pump his cum into you as deep as he can get it to go. thrust his seed into your pliant womb until he’s fucked a baby into you. 

the mere thought of makin’ you a mama has his head spinning. reiner’s breath catches in his throat, and your sounds heighten in pitch— the pair of you can tell that you’re bound to reach ecstasy. he squats a bit lower, goes a little faster, attempting to propel you both into your orgasms. it’s coming on like an impending wave; your belly tightens, toes curling from where your heels dig into reiner’s strong back.

he knows you’ve come undone once your smooth, ridge-like walls begin to spasm around him, to the point where he can hardly pull back or push in further. he likes to think that it’s your pretty pussy’s way of begging for his cum. still, he doesn’t let up, not until you’re thoroughly impregnated. “jus’ a lil more. hold on ‘fa me, honey, m’kay?” he pleads through throaty whimpers. weakly, you nod. the overstim makes you pant and mewl, biting onto the damp skin of his exposed jugular to try and quiet yourself.

reiner slams you down onto him, the veins in his forearms bulging as he desperately grasps onto the globes of your ass. the resounding slap of skin rings around his tingling ears, lewd sounds floating throughout the otherwise quiet farmhouse.

“g’na let papa fill you up? yeah?” you cry out a weak ‘mhm!’ along with other pleas of how much you want it; want him. his balls twitch and his abdomen goes tense. “m'close,” he gruffly whispers. you decide to spur him on: “g-gimme your babies, papa, i need it!” that’s all he needs to topple over the edge. “oh fuck, mama— m’gonnacum,” reiner’s words jumble together when he comes, coating your insides with warm globs of white. though his thighs never cease their trembling, he still maintains a steady hold on you, keeping your limp frame upright. 

reiner stays inside as a means of keeping all his seed plugged into you, just for good measure. he doubts that he’s got enough energy remaining to round up the cattle after this. his chest heaves slowly, and his hair’s a mess from all that pulling you were doing, but he’s more than satisfied. he's even got this dumb, blissed-out smile on his face to show his content. you're sure he's knocked you up thoroughly by now.

he’ll make sure to buy you a pregnancy test by next morning. 

[miyakuli]

I'm sorry but I have to go back AGAIN on this moment because I don't think I read something about this detail yet

So it has been confirmed by Sam Haft and Vivi that this part symbolizes their inner thoughts so no one is hearing them and even Stolas & Blitz don't hear each other (they haven't confessed to each other yet)

BUT BUT BUT

That makes the scene actually even more meaningful imo!!! first Blitz figured it out that Stolas was putting an act here, because since Apology Tour he finally recognizes Stolas's true feelings for him.

AND THEN THIS LOOK BETWEEN THEM

We have to remember they don't hear each other here, but Blitz understands that look, it's Stolas telling him he loves him enough to sacrifice his life for him. AND HE UNDERSTOOD THAT WITHOUT WORDS, DO YOU GET IT

That's the first time since the beginning of the show that Blitz & Stolas are on a same page concerning their feelings!!!! and those stupid boyfriends don't even realize if because they DON'T HEAR THAT

THEIR FEELINGS RESONATE IN HARMONY LIKE WHEN THEY SING TOGETHER

finishing each other sentences (you're my light/heart) or sharing the same lyrics/emotions

and again,

without hearing each other

Their thoughts and emotions just connect by themselves.

If you think about it, for the kiss scene, it happens when Blitz feels happy and Stolas is at his worse. So even then (and even if I adore that moment), their feelings aren't kinda matching YET

That's why this song was the ultimate Stolitz moment for me <3

[oncelerfucker]

it makes SO much sense that cobel designed the chip — she was an exploited child worker getting high to cope with hard labor — of course she'd invent a chip to take that pain away of course she's a deeply complicated character with trauma she's never fully reconciled with — of COURSE she's just as exploited by lumon as everyone else !!!!!!!!!!!

[maeofthedead]

I cannot believe they told us in episode one

[amateurenjoyer]

Milchick said, "But for the past five months, we've been wondering how a sadist like Harmony Cobel could take fertile root in Lumon soil, and what that says about us." He was lying when he said this to Mark S. in an effort to mollify him in the wake of the OTC, but I do think Milchick actually revealed his genuine opinion of Cobel. He thinks she is a sadist, because he did not know who she actually was or her real contribution to Lumon, the company pitting these two against each other. He does not trust or understand her or her actions, because he is only allowed to know what the company wants him to know about her. And Cobel is condescending, cold, and demanding of Milchick (in part because that is the nature of hierarchy at Lumon), while frequently absent in her duties and leaving him to babysit MDR. The role she has been given is an insult to her intelligence and ambition, and that laces every interaction she has with Milchick with resentment. She does not think he is capable of doing her job, but she's not allowed to outright state that the reason isn't necessarily his lack of qualifications, rather it's because of her obvious and unique expertise (unhinged though she may be). So interesting that these characters are also a white woman and a black man. Two demographics that (in the United States at least) are adjacent to the group with the most power, and who are often set in opposition to each other so that white men can maintain that power. Then adding Miss Huang to the mix?

[gummi-ships]

Kingdom Hearts Dream Drop Distance

[quicksilverlightning]

The V3 version of Danganronpa relies on the prison-industrial complex for victims volunteers, specifically juvenile detention centers. Adolescents are offered lightened sentences for participation and full pardons for winning, thus ensuring the sign-up process is (technically) voluntary. DICE is an activist organization - the acronym is Danganronpa Is (a) Criminal Enterprise - that protests the profiteering off of the vulnerable and works to challenge the draconian laws concerning mild, petty crimes that exist primarily to feed the system.

[thedemises]

——— COLD HANDS。 ★ sunday.

note; I don't think I wrote my boy sunday good enough to the canon..... anyways I took inspiration from the fact that my hands r always cold so why not 😈 (I totally didn't take a week to finish this hahahahah this turned out a lot longer than I expected,,,, over 2k.... 😦)

tagging; @aventurineswife :3

you could've barely noticed it at first, but the tips of your fingers were slowly growing numb as time passes, likely due to the cold humidity in the room. however, you hardly care, letting yourself sink into the serene stillness in the party car of the astral express.

it had always been a normal occurrence for your hands to feel much colder than anyone else's, and it was a bother at times when you would unintentionally graze your own hand against a part of your body — however, you managed to find a small advantage in it; often pressing your icy fingers against your friends' necks as a small, playful prank.

you can remember the priceless expressions on your fellow express members' faces whenever you pull such an act on them without their awareness and the thought of it barely makes you chuckle to yourself on any occasion. heh, the corner of your lips quirk up into a sly smirk without your intentions.

though you wouldn't recommend doing that to the conductor of the train...

pointer fingers lightly tap on each other with hands clasped together, you stay seated with legs crossed as your eyes occasionally scan the room carefully for a potential candidate to interact with. member or guest, you just want to talk to pass the time. (shush isn't really fun to converse with, in your opinion; other than those jokes, he's a gentleman but not quite interesting enough in your eyes. though you're curious about shush's creator; the one who made the mixologist).

the top of your shoe taps against the polished floor, in a steady rhythm made up by your mind — or coming from a song you had in your mind for a while now — while you eventually spot your victim possible conversationist.

a young man standing at the farthest corner of the cart, in a bicolored tailcoat and small wings behind his ears which are of similar tone to his muted blue hair as a golden halo floats behind the head. they flap and twitch from time to time and he is merely unbothered by the silence in the area (besides the sound of glass cups clinking from shush cleaning them and that lady in a purple veil looking over some tarot cards floating in her hands), the halovian simply stares about at the space outside the cabin with a sort of... longing look in his eyes.

...

ah, sunday — former head of the oak family and older brother of the interastral famous idol; robin. honestly; you weren't really involved in the whole penacony catastrophe since you, alongside dan heng, decided to stay behind in the express until you made the decision to go and went along with the archivist (and a certain galaxy ranger who was practically hijacking the parlor car, and with a gun pointed at the reserved train guardian no less) and then assisting the others in taking down that damned giant mechanical monstrosity and that damned giant mechanical monstrosity's sea angel-looking things.

and now with that event taken care of and calming down, it's a bit of a surprise when the guy who tried to basically kill the other astral express members aboards the same train that railed him over a couple times and is now trying to redeem himself from the goal where he tried to turn everyone's dream into a complacent bliss by taking everyone's free will & future in the process.

instead of the one who (though, unintentionally) almost ascended to aeonhood, sunday is reduced to a mere passenger on the express train you too aboard on. what a life turning of events.

and with the idea of spooking him as well settles at the top of your mind.

the mischievous thought solidifies, and your eyes gleam with a subtle spark of excitement. sunday seems like the perfect target — a mix of composed and distant, a far cry from the usual express members who might anticipate your pranks by now; considering how long it has been since you've been a member.

your cold fingers itch with anticipation, the chill now feels like an asset rather than a hindrance — and it feels like the oh-so perfect moment to do so.

you rise from your seat slowly, careful not to make a sound that would alert him to your approach, as your steps are light, muffled by the carpeted floor of the party car. the young halovian seems deeply engrossed in the view beyond the window, the distant in his gaze making you almost reconsider — just for half a second. however, the faint smirk creeping up onto your lips reminds you of your current goal.

and who are you to shy away so quickly from an itching opportunity to fill your satisfaction?

as you inch closer behind with the quietest of steps, his ear wings twitch slightly, making you pause your movements. they’re... quite delicate up close than you realized, the translucent blue edges of each pale feather shimmering faintly and you were almost distracted by them. almost.

why yes, you were curious about his halovian features but now's not the time to ponder, you...

with deft fingers, you gently brush aside a curtain of his muted blue hair, exposing the nape of his neck. it's quite warmer than you expected — soft, almost inviting — and, while at the back of your mind you were a bit baffled how sunday barely even noticed what you were doing, it takes every ounce of self-control not to giggle at the thought of what’s about to happen.

“ah, what’s the point of hesitation now?” you mutter under your breath before plunging your frozen-like fingers onto the bare skin of his neck—

—the reaction you got was instantaneous. sunday’s breath hitches audibly and a low, startled gasp escapes his lips as his entire body jolts from the sudden, icy shock at the nape of his neck; his posture was rigid as if struck by lightning as his ear wings snap open instinctively, flaring out like a startled bird's — the sharp motion sends a soft, fleeting breeze through the air, ruffling your hair slightly.

“by the stars—!” he gasps, eyes wide and glimmering like fractured glass as a hand flies up to cover the assaulted area as if to guard it from another ambush from your shenanigans. his intriguing golden halo hovering behind his head wavers slightly, tilting as though reflecting his momentary loss of composure, and his cheeks flushed a light peachy red from the heat of surprise.

the young man spins around after a small beat of silence with a sharp intake of breath, his expression a mix of shock and confusion, the serene mask he wore moments ago completely shattered.

your hands had already retracted when sunday covered the back of his own neck, and you can't help the laughter that spills out of you; unrestrained and shameless.

“wo—ow!” you manage between bouts of mirth, a hand barely covers your mouth to partially drown out half the noise you were making within the usually quiet cart. “that... that was... absolutely priceless, sunday...!” your voice wavers and slightly cracks at the end of your sentence, still carried by the remnants of your laughter; the amusement from the entire situation clearly written all over your face.

for a moment, he just stares at you, caught between the bewilderment and indignation of your little prank... then, his brows knit together in a way that’s almost endearing, and his lips press into a tight line. “what… was that for?” his careful voice carries the faintest tremor, as though he’s still recovering from the shock of the chill.

eventually, you've recovered from your little laughing fit enough to answer sunday properly this time, as a hand of yours reached up to wipe off a small tear from your eyes. “oh, come on,” you lightly tease, leaning against a nearby chair with a smug grin. “you were just.. idly standing over there, looking all broody and mysterious; I couldn’t resist.”

sunday exhales sharply, visibly trying to collect himself. his wings fold back into place with a soft rustle, and his hand lingers protectively over his neck before letting it hang by his side.

“I was merely... thinking.”

“hm? about what?” asked you while tilting your head.

the halovian hesitates as the faint blush lingering on his cheeks gradually fades, leaving his complexion noticeably paler. “nothing that concerns you.”

“huh, is that so?” you drawl, tapping your chin as if in deep thought. “perhaps I have just found a new mystery to solve — cracking sunday’s enigmatic shell.”

“i— don’t even think about it,” he mutters, though there’s a flicker of something in his tone — a hint of amusement, perhaps? the left wing behind his ear twitches subtly before steadying behind him, but the slight folding of both ear wings toward his face betrays his embarrassment.

amused by his actions, you chuckle to yourself again and fold your arms over your chest. “you’ll have to lighten up eventually, y’know sunny. can’t stay all reserved and quiet forever.”

“don't—” sunday abruptly stops himself, then he sighs in exasperation of your antics. “you’re insufferable. but please refrain from calling me that in the future.”

“and you’re fun to mess with.” you flash him a cheeky smirk, already contemplating your next move. after all, what’s life aboard the astral express without a little bit of mischief?

“also, why not? but, however, if that's what you want...”

as sunday just turns away to the side just a bit, you straighten up your posture, still all smiley and smirking whatnot. you can’t help but feel a sense of accomplishment; breaking through the usually quiet halovian's composure felt like a minor victory in itself. the quiet hum of the astral express fills the air again as the moment between you fades into the serene stillness of the party car.

still, something about the faint blush lingering on sunday’s cheeks keeps tugging at your thoughts. veneath the cool exterior and formal demeanor lies a person who, much like everyone else aboard this train, carries their own scars and stories. you might be good at teasing and poking a bit here and there, but you’re not oblivious to the weight he seems to bear — especially with what happened in the recent events.

the mood shifts slightly as you observe him quietly — he has resumed gazing out the window, though his expression is much softer now, his wings no longer bristling but relaxed. the golden halo behind him stabilizes, the light coming from the lights inside the party cart casting a faint glow that makes him look almost ethereal.

“you know,” you say, breaking the silence. sunday still gazes into the galaxy beyond the window but he secretly listens to whatever you're about to say. “I’m not always about pranks — however, if you ever feel like talking about whatever’s on your mind, I can lend you an ear too.”

the young man turns his head toward you, his brows raise up a little in mild surprise. for a moment, he seems to study you, as if trying to gauge your sincerity — finally, he exhales, and a small, almost imperceptible smile touches his lips.

“I’ll keep that in mind.”

the response is brief but carries a surprising warmth that wasn’t there before. you nod in response, satisfied, and let the quietness stretch out again. maybe there’s more to sunday than meets the eye, and perhaps, in time, he’ll let you see a little more of what lies beneath his enigmatic exterior in the near future of trailblazing expeditions.

the sliding doors to the party car slide open suddenly, and ever-so bubbly march 7th bounces in as her ever-cheerful energy fills the space of the previous serene atmosphere. “hey! what’s going on in here? did I miss something fun?”

you almost can’t resist glancing at sunday with a small mischievous glint in your eye, the latter in question softly groans and shakes his head to himself.

“oh, really nothing much. I was merely giving our newest passenger a warm welcome.”

the bubblegum-haired girl glances between the two of you, a bit curious what the two of you were doing a bit earlier. “huh.. really though? because it looks like you were up to no good again.”

“awh— wait, me? never,” you tilt your head slightly as your voice takes on an exaggerated tone of mock-innocence. behind you, sunday exhales sharply and his eyes narrow as he pinches the bridge of his nose. march 7th crosses her arms, arching a brow before both of them briefly exchange a shared look — one that speaks volumes about their exasperation.

as the conversation shifts to lighter topics, the laughter and camaraderie in the room slowly build, filling the once-quiet space with warmth and life. even the young halovian seems to ease into the dynamic, his reserved nature softening just a bit as he listens to the banter around him.

in this moment, you realize that life aboard the astral express isn’t just about the journeys or the destinations — it’s about the people you share them with, the stories you create, and the bonds you forge along the way.

and as the stars continue to streak past outside into the milky way, you can’t help but feel that this is exactly where you’re meant to be.

© thedemises 2024. all rights reserved. please do not plagiarize, copy, or feed my written works to ai.

[snazzyraccoon]

The one and only ✨✨

[harmonie-writes]

Hi love are your requests open? If they are could you write of each member of Ateez would react by SO surprising them and taking them to an adult store to look at sex toys.

Sorry this took so long! I was so excited to write it, but it happened during our move! It's finally done, though! I hope you like it! 🩵

Word count: ~2.2k

Warnings: implied smut

Seonghwa:

You couldn’t help the way your eyes drift away from the ice cream parlor Seonghwa was taking you to. You couldn’t help but stare at the mannequins that lined the window fronts of the neighboring store. Some of them dressed in panty hoes and garters, others wearing velvet or satin pieces, the third that your eyes crossed over was tied in a leather harness, but the last one is the one that had you really intrigued. The fourth mannequin was tied in ribbon. You gently tug Seonghwa’s hand, gaining his attention.

His brows furrowed slightly as his eyes follow the direction your finger is pointing in. A look of understanding replaces his original confusion. A smirk and hum slips past his lips as he pushes the door open to the risqué store.

"Alright baby, show me what you were looking at," he whispers into your ear.

Heat consumes your face as you pull him to the ribbon covered mannequin. You glance at the ribbon before looking at Seonghwa who was already staring at you.

His hand smoothes over yours as he gives you a reassuring smile.

As soon as you return his smile his smile shifts into a smirk.

"I can't wait to see you in this when we get back."

Leaning into his ear you whisper, "who said it was for me?"

Hongjoong:

You had been Hongjoong sit idly at his for the longest time after bringing him some lunch. However, he was too wrapped up in his thoughts to eat very much. So you, being you, sprawled out on the couch behind him and pulled out your laptop. You could hear him hum occasionally which was usually followed by a few clicks from his keyboard.

You've mindlessly scrolled through various social media, YouTube, but have grown bored of it all before you get an idea.

Smirking to yourself, you open a new window on your laptop and steal a glance at Hongjoong who hasn't moved a muscle in the last 10 minutes.

Directing your attention back to the screen in front of you you scan over the various toys. The range of options made your eyes grow round at the amount of pages you could click through, but you decide to randomly click a page somewhere in the middle. Your eyes darted back to the man in front of you before glancing back to see the window had finally loaded and it presented you with various vibrating toys.

Rolling your shoulders back you carry your laptop with you as you cross the short distance of the studio to where Hongjoong sits, before scooching your laptop into his view.

It takes a moment for Hongjoong to realize what exactly he's looking at before his eyes focus on your face.

"Is this your way of telling me I'm working too much?" He asks, before scrolling through the web page you have pulled up.

You couldn't keep a straight face anymore as you watch him click on a few items, adding them to the cart before pulling out his wallet.

Mouth dropping you watch as he even pays for overnight shipping.

Closing your laptop he hands it back to you. "Give me just a bit more and then I can call it the day."

All you can do is nod dumbly, because you know you're going to be in for a treat tomorrow.

Yunho:

I don't know why, but Yunho’s is actually the hardest for me to write. Like he could go both ways and be totally for whatever you end up doing, or just confused, but then still going along with it.

What I can see happening is maybe buying an outfit for some foreplay the two of you had discussed on a when, but then never actually getting around to it.

Maybe his birthday or your anniversary was coming up and this is what you decided to go with.

Picking the skin at your thumb, you scrolled through Amazon trying to find the right gift to celebrate with Yunho. Unfortunately, none of them really spoke to you.

Checking the shared wishlist you had with Yunho, you happened to see a particular outfit that brought you to a long forgotten conversation the two of you had.

A devilish smirk adorned your face as you added it to your shopping cart, and lucky for you, it'd arrive the day before you needed it.

Your day started with you running to the front door, when you got the notification that your package arrived. Yunho was still out with the boys, but would be coming home to eat dinner with you. But maybe, just maybe dessert would come before dinner.

"Babe! I'm home!" Yunho called, toeing off his shoes and removing his jacket.

"I'm in the bedroom!" You called, adjusting the last piece of your outfit before waiting for Yunho to waltz in.

"Whatever you're making smells good," Yunho says, looking over his shoulder back at the kitchen.

"It's not the only thing that's good," you tell him with a smile.

At this point, he finally looks at you and his jaw goes slack.

"You, when?" Is all he can get out as he looks at you, mouth still opening and closing with excitement.

You give him a small twirl with arms extended.

As you complete your turn you are swooped up in his arms and met with his lips on yours.

You were a little stunned, but to be fair, this was the result you wanted.

Yeosang:

You really couldn't help it. Something in you told you to be a little pest to your boyfriend and try to poke all of his buttons while out in public.

Your most recent stunt at the mall is how you ended up in this position to begin with. Blindfolded and tied to your shared bed.

"Please, Yeo. I promise, just one more store and then we can go home," you pleaded, tugging your tired boyfriend's hand along with you. You could tell that his social battery was getting low but it was just too much fun making him flustered in the last store you went into by trying on various clothes.

You could hear him grumble something, but ultimately relent as you felt the pull of his hand give way and now he was walking beside you. You felt a little bad, but one more store wouldn't hurt right?

Glancing at his face that was tucked inside his hood you could tell that this stunt might push him over his limit for the day, but it was worth the risk.

Checking for the store sign, you were quick to yank him into the dimly lit store. Eyes watching his expression closely. There was almost no reaction, until you passed the slightly more "tame" section of the store and finally entered the part that was more "bold" about the products that were proudly displayed before Yeosang’s eyes.

His eyes would squint at the oversized genitals before making direct eye contact with you.

You couldn't help the sheepish smile that touched your face as you met his gaze.

"Fine, go find something you want," Yeosang said simply, releasing your hand to cross his arms over his chest.

You were gobsmacked. This isn't the reaction you thought you'd get out of him.

"You have two minutes to find something before I pick something out for you," was all he said before checking the time on his phone.

Gulping quickly, your eyes scanned the selection before you. Some things you steered away from and you made your way back to the more tame section of the store before settling for a blind fold and regular toy.

When you turned around you saw Yeosang lazily swinging a pair of leather cuffs around his finger.

It finally clicked that Yeosang was now playing your own game against you.

Yeosang looks at the items you have before nodding and taking them out of your hand without another word, and paying for them at the checkout.

As you leave the store, Yeosang whispers into your ear, "if you behave, we will see how long you stay in the cuffs."

San:

I personally believe that it wouldn't matter what stunt you'll try to pull on him, he'd go with it no matter what.

It wouldn’t matter if it was pulling him into a store like "Spencer's" or "Adam and Eve", it wouldn't matter the array of toys you show him, he'd be willing to go with it without ever considering you were pranking him.

"San?" You ask, plopping down onto the couch next to him.

"Hm?" He'd hum scrolling through social media on his phone.

"I want to go to a store.."

"Yeah, okay. Let me grab my keys and we can go," he answered, getting up from the couch. "Where is it we're going?"

"Oh, you know.. a place where we can find some toys for the bedroom?" You answer, even though it came out more of a question.

San just nods his head slowly before going into your shared room.

"Yeah, we can definitely use a couple of new things," he answers as he walks back into the room.

Your jaw just drops as you realize he went to check the things you both already owned.

"Well, c'mon. I want to try them out on you when we get back," he says it so casually, but the look in his eyes is anything but nice.

You swallow thickly as you let your imagination run rampant at what he is currently thinking about buying. Although, you wouldn't mind picking up a couple of things yourself.

You quickly grab your things and head to the front door, and San pats your butt as you walk past him.

Mingi:

On a normal day Mingi would probably always take the lead in the bedroom. However, this time you really wanted to try something out on him.

"Hey, you're checking your phone a lot. Do you have a package coming in today?"

You had indeed been keeping a close eye on the delivery truck, especially after getting a text saying it was only ten stops away.

"Yeah, I got us something," you answer, closing the app on your phone and giving your boyfriend your full attention.

"Us? What'd you get?" He asked, coming up behind you and wrapping you in his arms.

With a content sigh you rest your head on his shoulder and look up at him.

"A satin scarf and ties," you smile.

A look of bewilderment is on his face as he looks down at you, wondering if he actually heard you correctly.

You continue, "I want to play with you, if you'll let me."

Mingi raises an eyebrow at you, but smiles nonetheless.

"We'll see about that when your package gets here," he gives you a cocky grin, before giving your forehead a quick kiss.

Wooyoung:

You didn't realize it at first, but the grin that stretched across your cheeks as you found a certain gem in the candy store was too much to contain.

"Woo, come here for a minute. I found something!" You call from the other side of the small store. You could see him eyeing various candies that were in the bulk section, before turning back around and grabbing the item off the hanger.

"What is it?" Wooyoung asks, eyes still scanning the various things in front of him before making his way to you.

Holding the candy bra and matching panties up to yourself, you turn and ask, "what do you think? Too much?"

You caught him mid step and can't help the giggle that slips out as you caught him looking like a deer in the headlights.

He's quick to grab your wrist before pulling you to the register and quick to pay for the item before hauling you out of the store.

Safe to say that little outfit won't have much left to it after you get home.

Jongho:

I think that Jongho on the outside would be the least reactive, but inside he is just sweating.

You just wanted to tease him just a little bit. Taking him into a store to see the lingerie. Male or female, you wanted to tease the man with some see through lace. Essentially nothing left to the imagination if you were to wear it for him.

You can't help but smirk at the cute pout that would adorn his face as you drag him to the apparel section. Before pulling out the thinnest of materials and holding in front of you.

"Jongho, what do you think of this one?" You'd ask, holding the piece(s) up to you and pretending you were 100% interested in whatever your hands grabbed first. Your smile widening as you watch the flush spread from his cheeks down to his neck.

"Uh, yeah. It- it uh, looks great. We should definitely get it," he'd cough, looking over his shoulder, a little embarrassed.

If you tried hard enough you could almost imagine the gears turning as he pictured you dressed in the scanty outfit.

"Ok, let's get going then," you smile, swinging the hook around your finger before pulling him towards the checkout stand.

[jampdrooze]

Can thee draw Rantaro, Byakuya and Kazuichi my comfort characters¿ plssss

-💥

[stere0typical]

Your best friend dies. Your best friend hasn't been your best friend for centuries, in fact they've been known to refer to you as an enemy.

But your best friend has died and wants their remains to be brought home. And you agree to bring them back to where you grew up together (as best friends) because that was your best friend.

And on the way your best friend comes back, as some unnatural version of themselves that isn't your best friend and you both crash. You get greviously injured, so bad in fact everything about you changes, not just your exterior but the very fibre of your being. You've changed before but now you're more unlike your best friend than ever.

And your best friend, no longer dead, decides to destroy the whole universe, everything anybody has ever known or loved or cherished, but you stop them at the last minute, because that's the waltz you and your best friend have been dancing to for decades.

And you see your best friend hurt people and you forgive them anyway because that's your best friend; how could you they ever be unforgivable?

And your best friend refuses to take your hand. Your best friend refuses to accept your forgiveness, rather dying than accepting your outstretched hand.

You're enemies, aren't you?

Your best friend dies. You bring them home.

[hms-harmony-discord]

New Fest Announcement! Why do fools fall in love? April Fool’s Day may be over, but this month, we’re forgoing jokes and pranks in favour of celebrating love. From April 2 through April 30, celebrate "A Fool’s Fest."

From lovestruck idiots acting the fool, to steamy make out sessions fooling round, to (okay, fine) April Fool’s Day pranks gone wrong, there’s a prompt in our collection for everyone.

AO3 Collection Link

Anyone wishing to participate can claim any or all the prompts on AO3 and add their work to the collection by using the “Fulfil Prompt” function on AO3.

Rules:

The fic has to centre exclusively around the H/Hr pairing.

Each fic must be at least 2k words.

Each fic can only be used to fulfil one prompt.

The fic must follow all HMS Harmony community rules.

If you have any questions or comments, leave them below this post! Or come join the HMS Harmony Discord Server where you can participate in our dedicated channel to discuss the event with fellow readers, writers, and artists.

Art Credit: @arishatistic

[soapboxtao]

I just saw a post of somebody saying that Cobel and Hampton's kiss was ruining Cobel as a character by "adding pointless romance" [or something along those lines, I have a terrible memory lol]. Maybe it's just me, but I feel like labeling it like that lessens the complexity of their dynamic.

They worked together when they were kids. They got high together to cope with working 10 hour shifts. Even despite not seeing each other in god knows how long, despite having such differing ideals, he still helps her. Getting to know somebody and spend so much time with them under a context like that will inevitably lead to such a mixed bag of feelings, and episode 8 demonstrated that in such an intelligent way. Their relationship feels so much more complicated imo than just a shoehorned romance.