#i nearly forgot that tag holy shit

[hrokkall]

Mama gave me music lessons,

now I play the saddest songs

[ima-ghost-art]

Here he is!

The one

The only

Husband and Romance Partner to Cody Walsh himself

LOOSE BARON!!!

he's not exactly how I planned but I'm not going back to change it now lol

made sure to add the oogie boogie tattoo that made Cody fall inlove with him too lmao

[arieslost]

pole! | ln4

summary: user arieslost got so excited about a lando pole that she wrote a blurb about it

word count: 774

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a wet track is no one’s dream, really.

it certainly isn’t yours, especially because you’re one of mclaren’s many supporters concerned about the layout of the shanghai circuit. the long turns and endless straights had you chewing your nails just looking at a picture of it, much less actually being there in the garage watching your boyfriend and his teammate during free practice 1— the only time they had to acclimate to the circuit before sprint qualifying.

as if that in itself wasn’t stressful enough, it starts raining during the qualifying session.

you know lando is good in the rain, really good even, but that knowledge doesn’t stop your heart from beating faster when it’s properly raining, everyone is slipping and sliding on the track, and lap times are being deleted left and right. which is why you have to restrain yourself from immediately celebrating when lando goes to the top of the time sheet, nearly 1.3 seconds clear of lewis hamilton, and gets on provisional pole.

“come on, come on,” you mutter to yourself, thumbnail between your teeth as you keep your eyes glued to the screen.

and, sure enough, his lap time is deleted for exceeding track limits at the final corner. you watch, crestfallen, as his name goes from first to the bottom. at any rate, you’re happy that someone other than red bull is on pole, but even seeing lando on the front row was exhilarating.

the time runs out on the session. you’re in the middle of letting out a long sigh, mentally preparing to comfort your boyfriend, who you’re sure is kicking himself already, when you happen to glance back at the tv at the exact moment his name shoots back up to p1.

“yeah baby!” you hear lando say over the radio in response to being told he’s officially on pole. “beautiful. simply beautiful.”

the rest of your sigh leaves your mouth, but instead of disappointment it’s complete and utter relief, a giddy laugh following right after. you’re always excited to see lando after he’s been in the car, but now you’re really excited.

you wait as patiently as you can while he talks to the media, and the moment his eyes meet yours you can tell that he’s having just as much trouble keeping his true excitement at bay.

you meet him halfway when he makes a beeline for the garage, letting out a quiet oof when his arms go around your waist and your feet leave the ground.

“fucking pole! holy shit, babe,” you laugh breathlessly in his ear when he sets you down and hugs you tight. “you scared me so bad.”

“you’re not the only one,” he replies, subtly kissing your temple before pulling you into the garage, away from the three cameras that have swiftly turned to face you both.

“p-freakin-one,” he says as soon as you’re both in the quiet safety of his drivers room.

“how does it feel?” you ask, taking a seat on the bed.

he leans against the closed door for a moment, a dreamlike smile on his face. “amazing. it always feels amazing.” he pauses. “almost forgot what it felt like, honestly.”

you hum. “hopefully it’s the first of many this season, hmm? i think you’ll win.”

“of course you do, baby.” he laughs, joining you on the bed.

“i’m serious!” you huff, bumping his shoulder with yours. “as long as it rains again. otherwise you’re cooked.”

lando’s jaw drops, and you press your lips together to poorly conceal a smirk. “all you ever do is hurt me,” he says dramatically, turning away from you.

“oh, come on,” you giggle, wrapping your arms around his middle and resting your chin on his shoulder. “you and i both know that i have the utmost faith when it comes to you.”

“do you? do you really?” he asks, continuing with his little act.

“look at me,” you coo, turning his chin to face you.

even acting all mad, he still fixes you with such a loving look that you can feel yourself melting a little.

“i. love. you,” you say, punctuating each word with a short kiss on his lips. “and when you win tomorrow, you know exactly what i’ll say.”

“yeah, i know,” he tugs you into him, finally giving up on his act.

and so, when he wins, he’s perfectly in tandem with you when you scream, “i told you!” as he practically jumps across the barrier to get you in his arms.

lando norris. sprint winner. the love of your life, who would have been way less confident in himself if he didn’t have you.

note: i know i said i wasn’t posting this week but as it turns out, i am a liar. something something don’t blame me love made me crazy

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[queerdiazs]

tease tidbit tuesday 🫧

bet yall forgot i moonlight as a writer lmao

Buck, red-faced with his brows knit so close together they’re nearly one, snarls his lip in disgust. He doesn’t say anything and instead cups his palms around Abbie Jean’s elbows, pulling her carefully up out of the pool and passing her off to a paramedic. Once she’s wrapped in a blanket and shuttled off, he turns to stare back down at Eddie.  (Buck is so hot when he’s pissed off, holy shit.)  Eddie offers a smile. It isn’t received well.  Shaking his head, Buck reaches down and knots his hand in the front of Eddie’s t-shirt. He hauls Eddie all the way up and out of the water, and Eddie would be impressed and probably turned on if Buck didn’t look like he’s ready to tear the whole world apart. 

tagged by @loveyouanyway and @wikiangela, mwah

tagging @spagheddiediaz, @jeeyuns, @neverevan, @exhuastedpigeon, @actualalligator, @honestlydarkprincess, @rogerzsteven, @underwaterninja13, @devirnis, and @monsterrae1 if any of you have something you want to share!

[so-long-soldier-writes]

drabble #8 - jumpscares

kai parker x reader

summary: a short drabble in which kai has the worst timing for wanting your attention (best friend!kai)

tags: horror movie, halloween, minor worry, reassurance / fluff

word count: 575

a/n: i totally meant to post this on or near halloween aaaannnd forgot. here it is now!

For the last twenty minutes, you’ve been on the edge of your seat. The Conjuring starts out slow, but once the paranormal disturbs the girls’ sleep, it’s all downhill from there.

Currently, it’s Carolyn who’s up against the demon. She had just stupidly taunted it, and then it pushed her down the basement steps. You brace yourself for what comes next, having seen this movie before, but somehow the knowing anticipation just makes you more antsy. At some point, Rory will clap behind her. You know it. You’ve seen it. You shouldn’t be this scared.

Your body freezes, just waiting for the jumpscare. Any second now. 

Then, something touches your shoulder. You scream, throwing off your headphones, and flying out of your seat. You turn quickly in hopes to identify who or what touched you. Upon seeing it’s just your friend, you slap a hand over your heart. 

“Kai! Holy fuck!”

The poor boy stands a whole arm’s length away from you now. When your body jolted in reaction to his touch, he flinched and nearly toppled backwards. He stares at you, wondering what could have had you so startled.

Both of you are out of breath. You look at each other full of questions, and when you finally gain your breath back, start to speak at the same time. 

“You scared the crap out of me!”

“Are you okay?” He asks, seeing just how badly he had accidentally scared you. He’s a bit worried, honestly. Never has he seen you so terrified. 

“I’m fine. I wasn’t expecting that.” You notice how he looks equally scared, for reasons of which you’re unsure. “Are you okay?”

“Your jumping scared me,” he admits, “I thought you were okay with me touching you.”

“Oh,” you pant. “Baby, it’s not that. I mean, yes, you can touch me, I don’t mind that at all. But this movie was on the edge of a jumpscare.”

“Oh,” he visibly relaxes, “okay.”

“Come here.” You reach out to him. When he comes to your side, you give him a side hug around the waist. 

“What movie is this?” He watches it for a moment, head cocked curiously. 

“The Conjuring. Horror movie.”

“Ah. Just in time for Halloween.”

“Mhm. Do you want to watch it with me? I can start at the beginning.”

“You don’t have to, if you’re already partly through it.”

You nod. “Hey, um, did you need anything?”

“What?”

“When you came in, and I jumped?”

He smiles. “No, I actually, uh, just wanted to come see you. See if you’re busy. Just to hang out, I guess.”

“Oh. Did you have anything in particular in mind that you wanted to do?”

“No. Just wanted to be with you.” He mumbles that last part, like he’s embarrassed at his own confession.

You, on the other hand, think it’s adorable. “Well then stay here. I can take my headphones out and we can go back to the beginning.”

“You sure?”

“Do you want to?”

“Well I’ve never seen this movie before, but it looks good.”

“And then you can protect me from all the scary shit.”

He smiles again, seemingly liking the idea. 

“Come on, we’ll move to the couch. Grab that blanket.”

“Okay.”

The two of you then curl up together on the couch, the laptop across your legs. Kai wraps a protective arm around your shoulders.

“Feel safer now?”

“Much.” You grin at him. “Ready?”

“Mhm.”

“Okay. Brace yourself!”

[2smolbeans]

A Lawerence Oleander Scenario I Thought Of....

Tags: Just a general shitpost written with detail, forced drugging, Lawerence has a disgusting diet according to the canon, sensory torture, kidnapping, and implied abuse.

Summary: Lawerence's diet is so nasty, Mc literally dies from shock.

*This is unedited

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Your body was trembling, stomach reching, throat tightening, and head spinning. You could feel every sweat droplet that rolled down the sides of your forehead. Your senses were heightened to the point that even feeling of your legs touching together drove you insane. Everything was painful for you at that moment. You were sensitive to the littlest of sounds and touch. But still, Lawerence paid no mind but to keep you tied up naked with nothing but your underwear on that godamn uncomfortable rigid chair.

What the hell did he put in that tea? What type of forbidden drug did he decide to force into your system? All these questions formed into your head as you watched Lawerence prepare his tools for his 'personal project'. You felt sick to your stomach as you watched him place down that same blood-stained bucket. You scoffed to yourself as you even saw the same old knife that he decided to cut your body with when you were first kidnapped in his dingy apartment. Huh..Now that you realised it, how long had you been here for?

All your thoughts were cut off as Lawrence stood in front of you, shyly clearing his throat as he didn't dare to make eye contact.

"Uhmn..So..How are you feeling?"

You didn't even want to hear his voice. Plus, it's not like he's oblivious or stupid to know whatever fucking drug he decided to put inside you was a living sensory hell.

"A-Ah..Okay..I see..Well I'm gonna continue alright? You know the drill"

You hated how shy and cowardly this psychopath acted. How bashful he was to look into your eyes, how nervous he was doing the deed. If he was going to kill you or torture you, why is he acting as if your the one forcing him?!

You felt your heart beat faster and faster as you grew more agitated, the effect on the drug doubling with every minute. God, you could feel yourself heating up, your body aching in every area. He really wanted you to feel every cut, didn't he? Lawerence so desperately wanted you to feel every of your senses heightened so that every inflicted pain he put on you was worse, right?

That fucker. You thought to yourself bitterly.

But as you closed your eyes, preparing for Lawerence to cut open those old scars that were barely healing- you heard a low rumble coming from behind. Moreover, coming from Lawerence.

"Oh..I guess I forgot to eat..Give me a moment. S-Sorry.."

And before you knew it, he scrambled towards the fridge, quickly grabbing an oily brown bag before setting it down next to the small stand up table he had. You turned your head as your eyes dilated at the sight.

Holy fucking shit. What the fuck?

You nearly puked at the smell when Lawerence began to unravel what was inside the fast food bag. You wanted to look away, but at the same time you couldn't. You had to watch. There was no way he was going to eat that right? You assumed by the texture the bag itself, how wet, crumpled and oily it was- it had to be from a gas station or from a dumpster.

Taking out the contents of his meal, unwrapping the white tinfoil sandwich, he held it with his hand. Your eyes wavered in pure agony as you saw Lawerence take a bite out of the mystery food. The sandwich looked to be a week old, it could barely even stand up, seemingly drooping to the point Lawerence had to resort to eating the cursed substance with two hands.

The sandwich was extremely flattened and slightly molded, letting out a putrid smell that you could only describe as a 'medicine smell' to it. Your eyes were watering as your nose whiffed in the smell, so you resorted to breathing through your mouth.

Lawerence for sure wouldn't take another bite would he? You hoped, fearing for your captors safety as even you wouldn't wish your enemies to consume this type of FDA biohazard.

But no. The fucker decided to make a feast out of the resident evil 7 burger combo. Taking out fries that were green and soggy and putting them into his mouth to chew.

You cringed internally as you could hear how wet and mushy the fries were. Fries are not supposed to be soggy and juicy? Why..? You were at a loss for words as Lawrence looked at you, putting the molded sandwich to your mouth, asking if you also wanted a bite. Immediately you shook your head no, nearly screaming as you felt the moist mold touch your lips.

Every crunch, slurp, and ridiculous loud moist chewing you had you crying softly. Tears were now fully rolling down your eyes, your face red and scrunched up, as you were now overstimulated by Lawerence's disgusting diet. You've seen him eat before, and sure it was the typical low grade food. But with the drugs making every sense heightened, and the fact that Lawerence on this special occasion decided that having a slimy, molded, green sandwich- made you beyond sick.

As Lawrence was finally finished with his meal, taking one last bite of the burger before stuffing one last green frie inside his mouth- you felt the bile go up your throat as you heard him swallow.

It was too much, you couldn't take it anymore. Your senses now spinning with despair and disgust, you passed out cold on the chair. Your head slumping down, the tears on your cheek still fresh.

Lawerence, who was now cleaning up his finished meal, looked at you in pure confusion.

".. Maybe the drug was too strong?"

.

Hours passed, and you never woke up. You ended up dying from the shock and trauma from the whole ordeal...

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[diazheartsbuckley]

Fuck it Friday

Tagged by the amazing @wildlife4life @wikiangela @theotherbuckley @daffi-990 and @jeeyuns 💗 (sorry if I forgot anyone 🥹)

Literally just came up with this one but holy shit it has the potential to become a good wip ahhh

Also I actually made it on a Friday aswhjsuwkgd

“Quit being such a baby!” Eddie said, eyes focused on Buck’s back. His soft skin was covered in cuts and scrapes from the tumble that he had taken down a hill a few hours prior.

Eddie had tried to warn him about it when they were out on the call but Buck being Buck had to go off on his own and had to halfway be rescued as well

Not having thought much of it, Buck had just brushed himself off and gone back to work, ignoring his aching skin.

It wasn’t until later in the day when he hadn’t shut up about it, Eddie had almost pried Buck’s shirt off in the locker room and made him sit down on a bench in front of him.

The fast yet lingering touch of the shorter mans hands on his sides had made Buck’s face burn hot and his fingertips stretch almost subconsciously to touch Eddie back.

“But you’re being way too hard!” Buck protested, nearly stumbling over his words as Eddie was standing behind him, touching his skin so gently yet the antiseptic liquid made every cut sting.

Eddie snorted at Buck’s words as he continued to rinse his wounds - how they even got to be so bad was a mystery to him. He dapped the blood away from Buck’s skin, making sure that every piece of gravel and dirt was washed away.

The funny thing about this was the fact that Eddie hadn’t even given much thought to the fact that he had actually undressed his best friend. Or well, at least his shirt.

It somehow felt natural, to be touching him and to be taking care of him like this.

Before finishing up, he placed some gauze on some of the worse spots on Buck’s back and he sighed deeply as he let his eyes trace up and down his freckled skin, simply allowing himself to take it all it.

He had seen Buck shirtless a well of times yet there was something that set this time apart from the others.

Maybe it was his lingering touch.

Maybe it was the fact that he didn’t even hide that he was staring.

Maybe it was Buck’s slight heavy breathing that continued even after he had moved his hands away from his body.

“There you go” Eddie mumbled, his focus drifting to Buck’s muscular shoulders then up to his neck before it finally reached his biceps.

Buck had bulked up a lot over the years, filling in his uniform and his everyday clothes just a little bit more with every passing week. And Eddie fucking loved it.

How could he not?

“Thanks, Eds”

Buck’s voice was just slightly lower than usual as he reached out for Eddie’s hand over his shoulder.

Eddie placed his hand on top of Buck’s, both their hands now resting on Buck’s warm shoulder.

With a small smile on his face, Buck traced his thumb across Eddie’s calloused knuckles and for a second, all of the air in Eddie’s lungs got stuck in the back of his throat, hindering his otherwise steady breathing.

“Of course, Buck. You know that I’d do anything for you”

Eddie’s words held so much sentimental meaning yet right now, the tension between them made it clear that that wasn’t what he was going for. Far away from it actually.

He took a step closer to Buck, the distance between them a few inches and soon he allowed himself to lean fully against Buck’s naked back, feeling the heat from his skin radiating against his thighs and stomach.

“Likewise, Eddie”

Buck spoke carefully, swallowing the lump that had formed in his throat and his body started to heat up in places that it really shouldn’t right now.

It became apparent that they both had feelings that they wanted to act upon as Eddie’s grip on Buck’s shoulder became a little more firm when Buck’s breathing became more and more unsteady.

“Not here”

Eddie whispered, tracing the side of Buck’s neck with the side of his index finger.

Tagging my lovelies!! @thewolvesof1998 @forthewolves @watchyourbuck @eddiesbvckley @eddiediaztho @disasterbuckdiaz @mattsire @bucksbirthmark @giddyupbuck @cal-daisies-and-briars @jesuisici33 @i-ghostgirl @nmcggg @edward-teachs @fionaswhvre 💗🦋

[royallygray]

incoherent as shit rant below, proceed with caution:

in the past 30 minutes I've become really fucking unhinged and like I'm releasing the darkness inside slightly more because I'm making statistically more jokes about techno dying which was and is a very traumatic thing for me and its definitely something when you literally do not properly express to other people that you are grieving so hard that your soul desperately hurts because you have one (1) person who is nearly as obsessed with dsmp as you were and you weren't close to them and it'd be weird to absolutely sob together because oh my god like

y'all this was supposed to be a post explaining why I should eat because I'm having more unhinged thoughts but genuinely we should also at some point address how Techno's death absolutely destroyed people

like

There are so many layers to it. Firstly, it's a content creator that you don't know in real life, so there's the weird parasocial thing going on there that isn't *that* socially acceptable but whatever.

Secondly, it was 2022 and we were like. *just* getting out of Covid restrictions

Thirdly, it was during the summer, where I had little to no contact with friends because I just fucking forgot they existed

and like I had friends that USED to be into dsmp but like. no one that had fallen so fucking hard. I feel so fucking hard. and the only one that had fallen half as hard as me I wasn't close with.

Also recently they've told me that they go by they/them which is the least surprising thing ever

honest to God it was surprising when they told me that their pronouns were she/her

Anyways.

holy shit okay I can't think anymore genuinely

this is

I don't expect anyone to see this other than Mysterious and Peri and honestly yeah

Um

like I have more to say about the god awful effects of Techno's death on me especially as someone who was a minor when it happened like ong it's so bad

just holy shit

but my brain gets more ADHD the more I like try to focus

it's like those movies or something where you try to focus on something but it turns into a bunch of puzzle pieces and then those puzzle pieces aren't actually a part of the puzzle but instead an association that are actually a whole NEW puzzle and you can attaxj that puzzle

I should delete this post

it's okay

is it

is it really

I'm fucking crazy holy hell I need food

okay. so

mission: get off bed

I had the thought this morning of doing a grwm but like on Tumblr through text right

and it was just "pants. where the fuck are pants. where the fucking hell are pants. ooh new pants. there's a tag. where the fuck is scissors. where are scissors. where are scissors" bro I spent about five minutes that I did Not have looking for those scissors

and then I was like "where bra. where the fuck is my bra- no not that one I want the other one because it's BETTER"

id be such a good grwm artist person

like

what do you mean you wouldn't watch that

I should be a comedian

Jesus christ

I actually sound high

not like I've ever--

actually I have

I have been around someone who was high

Jesus christ

also I'm gay as shit

I'm a chicken

bawk bawk

anyways I had to fucking tell this person that "no, edibles are not just gummies, they're literally cannabis. they're literally hard drugs"

in her defense she was getting over a bad breakup but eh like Jesus how did you

girly do your research

like I didn't know that edibles were made of cannabis but I knew they were literal drugs

anyways good on her for stopping when I told her

she was literally terrifying I was terrified for her she was not ducking okay like oh my god

anyways I gotta like. stop. doing whatever this is

so I'm gonna end this post

hi to anyone who made it to the end of this

say chicken waffles in the commentsif you made it this far

[xthelastknownsurvivorx]

Wip Wednesday

Thanks for the tags @cha-melodius and @orchidscript!

I'm a day late but here are some words I wrote yesterday

A loud buzzing startles Alex so badly that he nearly leaps out of bed. "Holy fuck!" Unfortunately, he forgets he's not in his own room in his surprise, and one of his hands connects with something solid. "Ow! Christ, Alex." "Sorry," Alex says, as Henry sits up while rubbing at his temple. Now awake, he realizes the noise is from Henry's phone going off on the side table next to him. "Can you get that, or at least turn it off?" Henry shoots him a look like there's nothing he'd like to do less, especially having just been woken up via flailing arm, but he does it anyway. "Hello?" He listens for a moment, then, sounding confused, says, "Who is this?" Alex figures this phone call could either be really quick or go on for a while, so he decides to try and go back to sleep. Henry's voice is soothing and he probably doesn't need Alex for anything. If it's private, then he can kick Alex out to the living room couch. He's just about to sink back into the inviting darkness when he hears his sister's name. His eyes fly open. Shit, he forgot to call June last night. By some stroke of luck (or maybe misfortune), Alex's phone starts vibrating. He just about climbs over Henry in his haste to answer, ignoring his protests. "Hey," Alex says, hoping she isn't too mad. "Really sorry I forgot to text last night—" "Nonsense, Alexander, I wasn't the one expecting a message from you." Alex blinks. That's definitely not June. "Alex," Henry hisses, "That's my mobile." Oh, Alex thinks as he moves the phone to stare at it. So it is. Then Henry must have answered June on Alex's cell while Alex got Pez on Henry's, neither of them bothering to check the caller ID or whose phone it was. Well, he might as well make the most of the situation. He looks at Henry, then very deliberately puts the phone back to his ear. "Hey, Pez."

What are you writing @celeritas2997, @cricketnationrise, @athousandrooms?

[miscfandomwrites]

A/N: Nearly forgot about this...so guess who’s doing this instead of homework lol. Anyway, this is meant to test my smut writing capabilities so….here y’all go.

Pairing: Steve Rogers x Reader

Location: Marvel > Steve Rogers > Oneshots

Warnings: Sexual Themes

Words: 600ish

Tagging: @tyler-t0t

“You’re serious?” I asked him as I held the device in my hand. He hummed as he scrolled through his phone before tapping on an app. Suddenly the device in my palm started vibrating to the point where it almost fell out of my hand. I caught it before it did, and glared at him. 

“Oh, don’t play that game with me, kitten.” He glared back at me. 

I huffed at him before slipping into the bathroom to put the device in. Rather, the toy. For some reason Steve thought it would be fun if I wore this to our night out-and of course, there’s the punishments if I come without his permission, and a more severe one if I take the toy out. 

I fixed myself up and washed my hands, quickly running them through my hair before heading out. 

I was in a simple black dress and pumps, and he was dressed in a suit and tie. Other than the fact that I had a gun and several knives strapped to me, and Steve was known as an Avenger, this might’ve been a simple Valentine’s date. 

He was sitting at the edge of the bed, and as soon as I started to approach him he swiped on his phone and holy shit-I nearly fell from the intense vibrations coming from the toy. I gritted my teeth and glared at him. 

“Someone is feisty tonight….” he murmured as he got up, the vibrations stopping entirely. 

I tried to gain some composure until he grabbed my chin with his hand and forced me to look at him. 

“You’ll be good tonight, kitten?” he asked, quirking an eyebrow. It wasn’t a question, it was a command. I nodded, and he smiled and pecked me on the lips. 

“Let’s go.”

“-and so I told him that was the entire point.” Sam finished with a grin. I chuckled into my whiskey, shaking my head at the man who somehow made friends with Steve. Hell, he’s even wiggled a place into my heart. 

Suddenly I felt the toy kick up between my thighs again, and I bit my tongue to keep from moaning out loud. I rubbed my thighs together trying to create some friction, and by the look on his face, he definitely knew what was up. He covered his smirk with a sip of his drink and I lightly kicked him underneath the table. Then the toy went up higher, and I choked on my drink. 

Natasha handed me a napkin with a raised eyebrow. “You good?” 

I cleaned my throat and dabbed at my lips with the napkin. “Never better.” 

The rest of the night I was on the fritz. I never knew when he’d turn on the toy, and it was usually when I thought he wouldn’t. Fuck, there was even a point where he kept it on high for nearly a minute-and fuck, was I so close. I felt it building and I kept an ice cube in my mouth and tried to focus on that, and just as I started to hit my peak, it was gone. I was leaning against a wall and focusing very hard on my drink, and I felt an arm wrap around my waist. 

Steve’s husky voice whispered into my ear and I felt my entire body shiver at it. “Why don’t we go home, kitten?” 

I nodded and set my drink down, and followed him out of the bar.

[filet-o-feelings]

Sentences Sunday

Thanks for tagging me @hippolotamus @stereopticons and @jesuisici33 💕 I just wrote this scene that I forgot to write until I went to post the latest chapter of Library Boy... so it's a bit hastily written but it did what I needed it to, I guess? I love these meddling teens 😁

"Guys, you'll never guess who I met!" Jonah says as he bounces over to his friends, who are gathered around Katie's locker as they always do before first period. "Who?" Sam asks, too impatient to play guessing games this early in the morning. "Mr. Brewer's library boy! David Rose! He was here, in the school!" "Wait, what?" Katie slams her locker shut and turns toward Jonah, examining his face for any signs of the lie she suspects. "I'm serious, I had a question so I stayed after class and David Rose showed up in Mr. Brewer's classroom." "Oh my god, are they dating? What was he doing here?" Sierra chimes in with questions none of them would have the answers to. "We need to find out. If they aren't, they should be. Seriously you guys, the heart eyes Mr. Brewer was giving him were off the charts. He's got it bad." "What did he look like?" Katie asks. "Tall. Dark. Handsome. Dreamy." Jonah looks wistfully off into nowhere, until his vision clears and he snaps his head around. "There! That's him!" The rest of the group turn in the direction Jonah had been looking, instantly able to pick the man out of the crowd in the hallway, most of which were students among a few recognizable teachers. David Rose, who Sierra, Katie and Sam all agreed was very dreamy, walked past them and into a room a few doors down. The art room, specifically, that had been lacking a permanent art teacher so far this school year. "Holy shit, is David Rose the new art teacher?" Jonah asks, mouth agape. "Oh, this is good." Sierra says. "Okay, we need to find out if they're together, and if not, we need to come up with a plan to make it happen." Sam announces, and they all nod enthusiastically. "This is going to be so much fun!" Katie giggles.

Extra shout out to @lemonlyman-dotcom for the push to write the scene instead of just posting the chapter without it 💛 Open tag if anyone else has sentences to share still, since Sunday is very nearly over everywhere.

[the-narrators-ramblings]

Every time I think of this blog, I always go back to the beginning. Not like, mincident beginning, but like, the beginning beginning.

Last year - can you believe that? It's been nearly a year - I stumbled upon some game I'd vaguely heard about in my dad's massive list of Steam codes. And I went, "Sure. I'll give it a shot," and loved every second. I went on to get the demo just because I'd 100 percent-ed the main game, and a friend even bought me Ultra Deluxe.

Not long after, I made my way deep into the tsp tag and ran into a little askblog. It couldn't have had much more than thirty followers. But I liked this blog; the admin was cunning in a way I'd grown to somewhat expect from Stanley, and despite the few posts, there was something so fun and light-hearted about the blog that drew me in even closer.

Out of the blue, then, came a post - jokingly asking for a blog posing as the Narrator to accompany the existing Stanley one. I entertained the thought for the day, but by the next, I was setting up a brand new Tumblr.

The rest? Is history.

I know that in the grand scheme of things, this one askblog is nothing but a droplet of water in the sea that is the universe. But even if Tumblr fades into obscurity, and memories of this place fade alongside it, the impact that was made will not.

I remember, when I made this blog, it all felt so big. Now I realize that I may have just been caught up in the moment, but what a moment it was. So many of you - one hundred and sixty-six (166) as of today, March 10th, 2023, and more just keep coming.

I'm sorry to those that have joined recently, as our curtains are drawing, but I hope you've enjoyed your stay, however short it be. I'm sorry that you came across this blog as its ashes have picked up in the wind, but I am so thankful for each and every one of you, whether you've vowed to never touch a mint sandwich or you have no clue as to what that could mean.

For the individuals I cannot exclude...

ABPA, holy shit, I love you. You're like a childhood best friend, accompanying this blog as it grows and shapes and lays itself down to rest. Watching Dan run through life and cause chaos with Stanley and sing karaoke with their coworkers brought me joy I could've never realized in the moment. Thank you for being there.

WIP, my beloved, my belothed, my arch-nemisis and my muse. What would my galley be without every single little post you've made? What would I be, without them? I still have that ask saved, from when you first gave yourself a name. I still feel bad for never answering, but the relic remains, hung in a frame of gold in a private gallery. Thank you for giving me strength to keep creating.

NYNA, named with no name, the little cat that's gained permanent residency in my dash and my notifs. A voice of reason and safety in a world of uncertainty. Another wing in the taspblog art gallery, small, priceless feel-good doodles up high next to the Mona Lisa of the taskblog (whatever that may be). Thank you for the little things.

432, I'm about to be very blunt, and very honest with you. I didn't like you, at first. But over time, your goofy little personality attached itself to me, like a little parasite growing harmless gumdrops in my garden. You didn't even need a blog to make yourself an essential part of the story. Thank you for being the book without a cover.

For those I couldn't make this post even more of a mouthful for, I still thank you. Thank you, thank you, thank you, named anons, not-named anons, and those who just liked and reblogged (don't think I forgot about you, Stanley-Central).

And of course, Ivan. Without you, this blog would have never existed in the first place. Without you, this community would have never come together. Without you, who would we be?

Thank you. Thank you, from the bottom of my heart, for being you.

[ao3feed-sobbe]

in the end you're like me (make way for the gold rush)

by aletterinthenameofsanity

isakyaki: You know, it really cuts down a wedding cost to have nearly two dozen friends willing to pitch in for free

lucallemant: you know that's only because we expect you to help with each of our weddings, right?

isakyaki: Shut up, Lallemant

lucallemant:make me, valtersen

tellmewellnevergetusedtoit: @lucallemant @isakyaki you know it's not good form to flirt with another man this close to your wedding, right?

cris.sotoop: Someone remind me why the asexual one in the group is the one picking up on the innuendo?

vanderheijden.lucas: It’s one of the many things that Michael is impressive at

da_vid.gif: are we really going to have to threaten the flirting-ban again?

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tellmewellnevergetusedtoit: finally, something we can all agree on

artvandeley: only three more weeks to keep that energy going

martino.rametta: or else the cake explodes at the wedding. any bets?

lucallemant: I WILL DESTROY YOU, @martino.rametta

(Wedding Shenaingans- both in the planning stages and during the actual event!)

Words: 1043, Chapters: 1/?, Language: English

Series: Part 29 of if this love is pain (then darling let's love tonight)

Fandoms: SKAM (Norway), SKAM (France), Druck | SKAM (Germany), WTFock | SKAM (Belgium), SKAM (Italy), SKAM (Spain), SKAM (Netherlands), SKAM Austin, Skam (Mexico)

Rating: Teen And Up Audiences

Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply

Categories: F/F, M/M

Characters: Isak Valtersen, Even Bech Næsheim, Eliott Demaury, Lucas Lallemant, Matteo Florenzi, David Schreibner, Joana Bianchi Acosta, Cristina "Cris" Soto Peña, Sander Driesen, Robbe IJzermans, Niccolò Fares, Martino Rametta, Lucas van der Heijden, Claire Cho, Shay Dixon, Michaël Claes, Flora Alvarez, Elena Velasquez

Relationships: Even Bech Næsheim/Isak Valtersen, Eliott Demaury/Lucas Lallemant, Matteo Florenzi/David Schreibner, Joana Bianchi Acosta/Cristina "Cris" Soto Peña, Sander Driesen/Robbe IJzermans, Niccolò Fares/Martino Rametta, Lucas van der Heijden/Original Male Character(s), Lucas van Der Heijden/Michaël Claes, Shay Dixon/Original Female Character(s), Shay Dixon/Claire Cho, Flora Alvarez/Elena Velasquez

Additional Tags: i forgot how much effort tagging this series was, holy shit, Weddings, Wedding Planning, Wedding Fluff, Texting, plan is for each couple to have their own chapter, & own shenanigans, so hold on, Light Angst, Like so light I swear, TO ALL THOSE WHO WANTED A 9/9 GROUPCHAT, No Beta We Die Like SkamNL & SkamAustin, too soon?

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[hongcherry]

to those who filled out my feedback form (pt.2):

***contains spoilers from fics***

replied to ✨ and 🖤 under the cut

leave your opinions about my fics here ♥️

to ✨:

even tho you come from ao3, i will still post my reply here just in case you check! i'll link this on ao3. i'm glad i could combine two of your favorite aspects of fics—slow burn and college aus! doing a slow burn fic is new to me, so i hope i do it justice!

"god the part where cheol nearly hits another car literally made me jump IN A GOOD WAY THOUGH" dlsbkjdsfg poor man was so distracted 😭

"I also loved Vernon’s thumbs up at y/n after he told her he liked the chains. he’s so Vernon and I love him for that." I'M SO GLAD I PORTRAYED VERNON WELL. he's so unpredictable and just very... vernon. like, that's the best way to describe him even tho it prob doesn't make sense to non-carats LOL. he's a unique character! i just felt vernon would do something like that hehe

"I saw in your a/n that you’ve been working on this for like basically a year?? the time is absolutely worth it because holy shit it’s so good already TT" that's so kind of you to put 😭 i honestly wrote this super fast... like i spent some days JUST writing this, but then i edited it, added parts, edited again, got it beta'd, then revised it. so even tho the writing came easily, and a lot of scenes were added unexpectedly, the aftermath of it all was very... intimidating. i'm grateful it's being received well tho 🥺

also, thank you so much for all the suggestions you gave me! i was so nervous uploading this that i totally forgot about the whole "chaptered" aspect of ao3 LOL. so, thank you for telling me that!!!!! and thank you for letting me know which tags to use! i'm so used to tumblr tags lol.

to 🖤:

you being in deep is such a relief! i'm really happy people are enjoying it so far! i really had fun writing it 😊 and i'm so soft at you describing my writing as "refreshing and beautiful" like that's so sweet of you????? D: i know my writing isn't for everyone, so i'm honored you like it! i can't wait to release more chapters! 🥳

thank you both so much for your feedbacks!!!! it cheered me up to read them 🥰 ty for your support!

[fruitcoops]

ok so not really a request but hc: pre-sw, hope lupin had an instagram account, she mostly just posted recipies/ craft projects, super wholesome. She had a small following, but mostly just friends and aquaintences. Then at some point remus/sirius/ the lions tag her in a post and OVERNIGHT there are hoards of hockey fans hyping up her little digital diary. And she's just minorly internet famous for years just and chooses not to bring it up.

IDK IF THAT MAKES SENSE BUT INFLUENCER HOPE >>>

I hope you're not bothered that I made a full fic out of this, but it was too good to resist. Characters belong to @lumosinlove!

Hope Lupin had a hobby. A hobby she was quite proud of—it was an internet masterpiece that had been literal years in the making, giving her the perfect amount of payoff for very little work. Bake a pie? Take a picture. Make a birthday cake? Take a picture. Whip up a batch of cookies? Take a picture. Then, whenever she had some free time, post that picture on her Instagram with a screenshot (Remus had spent an afternoon helping her figure that out) and set her phone aside. The account was almost as old as Jules. A whole 64 people followed her, and some of them weren’t even family.

Honestly, Hope considered her Instagram account a living, growing recipe book rather than any sort of social media. She had Facebook for that. As such, it’s easy to imagine her surprise when she opened her phone to 6,500 likes on her cookies from the night before.

“Lyall,” she called from the kitchen, squinting down at the screen. “I think my phone was hacked.”

But when she went to scroll through the sudden influx of followers—nearly 5,000 new ones, just overnight—the usernames seemed real. The accounts checked out. Faces of complete strangers stared back at her, smiling from wherever in the world they lived.

“You were hacked?” Lyall was still scrubbing grease off his hands when he came in. “Your phone?”

“I…don’t know.”

His brow creased in bafflement and concern, and Hope tilted the phone up to show him. The frown slowly dissipated; his eyes widened when he looked to her follower count. “Holy shit, Howie.”

She bit her lower lip and refreshed the page. 24 new people in a minute and a half. “I don’t know what I did.”

Lyall shook his head, then leaned back to the hallway. “Julian!” he shouted.

A dull thunk followed. “What?”

 “C’mere, your mother went viral!”

“What?” The door to Jules’ room flew open and he came barreling into the kitchen, standing on his toes to see the phone where he hung off Lyall’s arm. “How? On what?”

She bent slightly to show him her phone. “On Instagram. Look at all these people. It was just a cookie recipe, I swear.”

Jules chewed the inside of his cheek. She could practically see the gears turning in his head. “Well,” he finally said. “Have you checked Remus’ Instagram?”

“Why would that—oh my god, I forgot he’s famous now.” Lyall snorted as Hope dove for her phone again, scrolling rapidly through her notifications until she reached the previous day. Sure enough, there it was: [rj.lupin] mentioned you in their story!

@bakingwithhope: Missing those kitchen sink cookies today! Save one for me : )

Her phone gave another little ping!

You have: [37] new notifications.

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At first, Hope wondered whether she should be a little more mindful of her posts. Maybe she could take requests? People certainly left enough of them in the comments. It felt a little silly to share a combination of internet recipes, anything she could dig out of her mother’s old cookbooks, and random ideas from a Saturday afternoon with a crowd of literal thousands. Her most-liked post was Remus’ 15th birthday; she didn’t quite know how to feel about that. It was a very sweet picture of him and baby Jules sharing a piece of cake, though.

In the end, doing nothing different worked perfectly in her favor. The rush of followers slowed after a day, leaving her at a grand total of 15,167 people (and counting), a number she couldn’t even begin to fathom. The only acknowledgement she made about the change was a simple post when she found a few minutes of free time.

Hello! seemed like a good start.

There have been a lot of new people over the past few days—welcome to my Instagram! My name is Hope Lupin, I’m from Madison, and I have two boys with my husband Lyall. I’ve had this blog for almost eleven years now (wow!), so I’m sure there’s something here you’ll enjoy baking. Thanks for sharing my hobby with me, and have a wonderful day!

Love and hugs,

Hope (@bakingwithhope)

Nobody had told her going viral would be so fun. Her little recipe book suddenly had all sorts of kind words from people admiring her food, and anyone who came in with criticism was shut down before she could delete the comment. Hope had never seen so many ‘your mom’ jokes in one spot. The fame came with a bit of a thrill as well, knowing that so many people liked what she made. The Howells were a humble family, but Hope knew her worth, and she had her own private pride that threw confetti whenever her notifications lit up.

[bonjourbees]: Mrs Lupin can you make me a cake and also adopt me

[feefifofoundfamily]: SHE SENDS HER RECIPES TO SIRIUS BLACK SO HE CAN MAKE THEM TOO AND THEY TAKE MATCHING PICTURES NOBODY TOUCH ME RN

[hjsimpson]: can confirm the oatmeal cookies are to die for, I went to middle school with @rjlupin and I still remember when she brought them for his birthday. Literally daydream about those it’s been 15 years

[diamondlucy]: Okay first where’s your hairclip from second how did you make the egg whites like that third HOW ARE YOU NOT 35 YEARS OLD WTF

[lillian.william]: ohmygod I’m in Madison too can we meet up??? Cookie exchange??

[yeehonkinhaw]: now I see why people in that fan comment video were calling her a milf and they were RIGHT

Response to [yeehonkinhaw] from [vibecheck32]: man I just wanted a blackberry cobbler

Response to [yeehonkinhaw] from [ladylu]: Hey that’s OUR mom now show some respect

[lionsftw45]: LMAOOO @RJLUPIN ARE YOU ACTUALLY BANNED FROM BAKING

Jules found it significantly less exciting as the week progressed.

“Lane’s dad wants your lemon meringue pie recipe,” he called from the front door on the Monday after her oldest son launched her into the world of influencers. “It’s kinda cool, I’m double-famous now.”

And on Tuesday, “Do you have leftovers of Grandmom’s almond cookies?”

“Do you use a special version of blackberry cobbler, or is there, like, a normal one?” was Wednesday’s weary question.

“I just told Maria I didn’t know how you got a flaky pie crust,” he said on Thursday.

“Turtle brownies.” It sounded almost like a curse when Jules dragged himself through the door on Friday. He looked into the kitchen, where Hope was still packing up the previous night’s chocolate fest, and sighed. “So many turtle brownies.”

But in her glee, there was one person she forgot to inform of her sudden spotlight.

“You have what?” Remus spluttered as Sirius laughed hysterically in the background.

“I thought you knew!” Hope defended, holding the phone between her ear and shoulder while she scrubbed out a bundt pan. “It’s your fault, anyway.”

“How is it my—you have how many followers? Oh my god, mom! Do you have any ideas how many people have been tagging me?”

Hope huffed. “Don’t sound so surprised. And I’m serious, you mentioned me in your Instagram two weeks ago and now all these people think I’m a cool mom. They’re right, but still.”

Remus fell quiet, leaving Sirius to his snickering. “I’m…sorry?”

“Oh, no, I think it’s a lot of fun. They’re very nice people. I was going to take requests, but that seemed like cheating, you know?”

“Uh-huh.”

“I’m starting a dessert salad series,” she added, pointedly ignoring Lyall’s snort of laughter into his water at Remus’ faint noise of agreement. “Do you have your aunt Allison’s blueberry pie recipe, by the way? I can’t find it.”

Rustling filled the line for a moment and she paused. “Yes,” Sirius finally said, followed by the sound of a distant struggle. “Yes, I—stop it!—I have it. You brought it for Thanksgiving.”

“Give it back! My mom is famous, this is—I’m happy, but it’s weird!”

“Lovely, I was worried I lost it.” Hope tried not to let her amusement slip through; Remus sounded like he was struggling. “Will you send a picture?”

“Ouais, I’d be happy too.” They were both giggling now over Remus’ distress. “Have a good one, Hope.”

“You too, sweetheart. Bye, Remus! I’ll tag you in the next post!”

She hung up, turned to Lyall, and they both burst out laughing.

[odetojeons]

Until It Feels Like You’re In Heaven — Jeon Wonwoo

request:  Hello do you still take requests? Your writing is amazingggg!! Thank you for existing 😭💕. Can i req a whipped dom!wonwoo x fem reader where he has a size kink and a smol gf please? I think that will be a cute concept 🥺

tags: fem and sub!reader, dom!wonwoo, size kink, tattoed and pierced jeon wonwoo just because, oral (m receiving), unprotected sex (uh idk why but I never write sex with a condom help), established wonwoo x reader, a tiiiny bit of spitting kink, very light verbal humiliation, aftercare, this goes from fluff to horny really quickly, fluff if you squint (or not?), a frankly unrealistic amount of cum, OH AND, stomach bulge 🥴

a/n: so haha I am back? with more filth? I tried adding fluff (even tho I completely forgot that the person who made the request asked for whipped wonwoo, good thing this is always in my agenda every time I write so I didn't have any problems lmfao) but I'm too much of a horny bitch and a simp for this man so,, idk? tell me what you think later! I hope you all perish— I mean, like this!

Word Count: 7826

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“Nope,” Wonwoo answers, giving you that kind of smile which makes you almost, almost feel less annoyed at the fact that you’ve been trying to reach something in the upper shelves for the last five minutes and he doesn’t move his ass to help you at all. “You’re just too cute trying to reach something.”

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There’s heat creeping up your neck, cheeks tinting red, and Wonwoo's smile gets bigger, shining and full of fondness. It leaves you stunned in silence for a while. It’s hard not to be in love with him. But it’s not like you try anyways.

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“J-just hurry up, aren’t you hungry?” you cough, looking away solely because you can’t stand the warmness in Wonwoo’s face without feeling like you’re going to combust any time soon.

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“I am. I can help you out,” he states simply, but doesn’t make a move. You gesticulate with your hand, pointing at him and at the rice jar in the upper shelf. “But only if you say please, though.”

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“I’m—” laughing incredulously, you roll your eyes and cross your arms over your chest. “Would you please get the rice jar for me, sir?”

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Wonwoo stares at you for a second too long, eyes a bit dark, and gets up to get the jar, without breaking eye contact. You instinctively make yourself smaller when his bigger and broader frame hovers over you, large enough to swallow your tiny body. The size difference has always been something you both feel incredibly turned on by.

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“So small,” he appreciates, always does, and your neck burns from the intensity of your blushing. “The cutest.”

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Wonwoo puts the rice jar in your hands, the darkness in his face melting into a beam.

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“Here it goes, little girl,” he says, going back to his chair to complete the task which he has been doing for at least ten minutes now. The way he says little girl has you dumbfounded, heart hammering against your chest. “Are you just going to stand there? Do you like being called little that much?”

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“Shut up,” you admonish, blushing furiously as you turn on your back to continue what you were doing.  You just hate how everything Wonwoo does affects you so much. You’re sure this must be bad for your health.

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The two of you continue your journey through cooking and eating after you’re both done with the preparations. Things with Wonwoo are always so easy, everything feels natural and domestic and the bubbling feeling of happiness you feel whenever you’re with him lulls you to fall in love with him even deeper than before.

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The way he teases you when you’re clumsy and spill sauce over yourself, but still cleans you up with the most fond smile ever, like you’re so completely adorable he can’t help himself. Or when you put more salt in the food than you should and you know it’s not that good, but he still compliments it and tells you he loves it so much, the sincerity in his eyes makes a surge of something pull at your lower stomach.

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If Jeon Wonwoo isn’t the love of your life, you don’t know who is.

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But right now you just want the ground to eat you alive and swallow you whole, because you’re standing right in front of the bed. The one bed. To which it suddenly doesn’t look big enough, not as you remember.

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Well, it’s not like you have never shared a bed before, you have even had a shit ton of sex in this exact piece of mattress, but the thing is, it’s been a while since you last saw Wonwoo. His job required him to spend three months away, and this is the first time you came to his house ever since he came back two days ago.

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“I’m not going to eat you.” Wonwoo’s voice carries over from the bathroom door, startling you into action. You jerk toward the bed, jumping on it and face flushing. You had showered before him, now dressed with one of his big shirts.

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It fell all the way to your mid thigh, the size difference between the two of you making you almost drown on the fabric of his clothes. It smells nice, smells like Wonwoo, and your cheeks burn when he drinks the sight of you in with dark eyes, not even trying to hide.

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“Oh my god,” you admonish, yanking the blanket off the bed and just as you get in, your eyes hone in on the ink swirling up Wonwoo’s right biceps. You have seen the tattoo through the pictures he sent you before, the snake crawling up to his shoulder, head stopping at his right chest.

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This is, however, the first time you’ve seen the metal bar through one of Wonwoo’s nipples — to which you already knew the existence of, but looking in person is totally different —, heat winding in the pit of your belly as you realize the snake is looking right at that same nipple. Unfortunately for your poor heart, he’s wearing nothing but a pair of sweats, hanging low on his hips, slim waist on display.

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There’s no other way to put it despite your best efforts. He looks like one of those Greek statues, rippling muscle and hand carved abs, the cut of his jaw too sharp to be real. Your mouth waters and you can’t look away.

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And Wonwoo has been changing. He always had the thin type of body, being slim and tall, but in the end of last year he started exchanging the lazy hours he spent gaming with animated workouts at the gym — something about the way he was wasting his precious time of life and he could be acquiring knowledge and being healthy instead of sitting in front of a computer for hours —, and holy fuck if the result wasn’t quite the damn view.

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You draw the blanket right up to your chin, back very purposefully to Wonwoo’s side of the bed as you’re still trying to stop the mild heart attack you have going on. You don’t want to see him climbing into bed for safety purposes but that doesn’t mean your heart rate doesn’t spike up when the bed dips. When Wonwoo settles down under the same blanket, your brain very enthusiastically — and meaningfully — points out that you’re only a few centimeters away and that there’s nothing separating you.

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His abs flash behind your eyes and you nearly throw the blanket off, ready to storm out of the room and sleep on the sofa instead. You let out a breath you don’t even know you’re holding when Wonwoo flicks the flight off, the room disappearing into darkness, before he turns on the red leds from under his bed.

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You try not to tense too much when he drapes an arm around your waist, locking you in. Your legs tangle together as he adjusts himself better, the other arm coming behind your head to serve as a pillow. Now you’re not only dying from the closeness but as well essentially drooling over the bulge of his thick biceps.

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Congratulations universe for managing to make you even more desperate.

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You’re not sure how long you just lie there, staring out the window, unable to fall asleep. Your brain doesn’t want to shut off, a blaring alarm of Jeon Wonwoo going off in your head.

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“I missed you so much,” Wonwoo says as if he read your thoughts, voice soft and filled with warmth, and you find yourself immediately melting in his arms despite your nervousness. “Thought I was going crazy without you, munchkin.”

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There’s a hard squeeze in your heart. You just love so much when he calls you that.

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“Missed you too,” you admit with a smile, the tip of Wonwoo’s nose dragging through your hair as he inhales the smell of his own shampoo. “Missed your smell.”

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“Just my smell?” Wonwoo teases with a light tone, caressing his free hand on your inner thigh. It was supposed to be a feather-like gesture, but the closeness between the two of you made your body oversensitive, and you find yourself moaning softly as your skin rocks with a shiver.

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Wonwoo tenses immediately when he hears the sound, hand stuttering to a stop. There’s a beat of what you call the most painful silence you ever had — your mind swirls with the thought that you just ruined the mood, face heating up uncontrollably at your own neediness —, before his fingers sink into the flesh of your inner thigh, startling you with the strength behind his grip.

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“Answer me.”

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You whine louder this time, the realization of his change of tone going from fond to an irrevocable order sinking wanton deep within your lower stomach. You try to close your legs, but Wonwoo’s leg stops you where it rests right in the middle of them, dangerously close to your throbbing core. You wonder if he could feel the heat emanating from it.

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“N-no,” you begin, voice already shaken up. Wonwoo’s breath caresses the helix of your ear, making goosebumps surge all over your skin. “Missed y-your bed too.”

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“Is that so?” he hums, chest vibrating where it presses against your back. “What else, munchkin?”

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“Missed—” your voice gets caught up in your throat when he licks your helix, teeth pulling the lobe of your ear. The soft drag of his lips all over that place is making your job difficult. “M-missed all of you, hmmm.”

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Wonwoo hums again, pleased with your answer, and leans so close to you your body gets half pinned to the bed. This way his bigger frame completely engulfs your smaller one, the difference between your sizes getting even more overwhelming now that he’s bulked up.

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And you’re not the only one affected by it, because as soon as Wonwoo realizes how he almost swallows you up in this position, he downright moans right by your ear.

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“So fucking small,” he tells you appreciatevely, voice one octave lower as his fingers presses on your inner thigh harder. “Missed touching you.”

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There’s a shift in Wonwoo, his leg rising up between yours and stopping centimeters away from the heat of your cunt, and you can’t hold back the shiver, wants Wonwoo to press down there. When you attempt to slide Wonwoo’s hand up and off of you so then you could turn around, you’re met with a growl instead, Wonwoo bodily pinning you to the bed.

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“Where do you think you’re going?” he asks, and it makes you feel like you’re a prey just ready to be caught by the big, bad wolf. You whine softly at that thought, hand coming to grab at Wonwoo’s wrist reflexively.

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“Wonwoo,” is your answer, like that would explain everything. Wonwoo chuckles softly, embarrassment burning on your cheeks.

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“When we called and I saw your face,” he says, barely above a whisper. “I wanted to fuck you so bad.”

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Suddenly, you can’t remember how to breathe, Wonwoo’s mouth on your neck, planting a soft kiss just under your ear. He nuzzles into the same spot, kisses lower and your heart shakes loud enough you think the neighbors might hear, hyperaware of every inch of your bodies touching.

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“I know I couldn’t, so I did it all from behind,” Wonwoo admits, sending your mind into a little haze. Of course he has been jerking off to the thought of you, but hearing him say it out loud has your panties getting soaked. “Sticking my dick in…”

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Wonwoo hasn’t stopped nuzzling you, in some kind of daze as he inhales your scent. There’s a hand on your hip now, holding you down, liquid heat pooling in your belly, spreading outward.

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“…and fucking you mercilessly…” he continues, voice getting deeper and rougher with each word, his breath labored. “…and watching you cum endlessly… I thought I would be fine just imagining it.”

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“W-Won—” you start, breathless, the sound of your own voice sounding so airy leaving you embarrassed. But then finally, finally he presses his thigh into your core, your hips immediately going down to rut hard against the muscle.

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“Fucking drenched,” Wonwoo snarls lowly when he feels the wetness of your soaked panties dirtying the fabric of his sweatpants.

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The sound makes you writhe on the bed, fists balling in the mattress.

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“But seeing you, so small…” the trace of Wonwoo’s hand in your skin is light, almost like a gentle whisper as it makes a burning path up, up, up until it stops by your neck, fingers closing softly around your throat. “Makes me want to rail you, carve the shape of my big cock inside your walls.”

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Wonwoo’s teeth sink into the skin just at the base of your neck. It’s hardly a bite, you know he could leave worse, but then Wonwoo laps at it afterwards, tender, surrenders you into moving your hips obscenely on his thigh. The way he says, knows his cock is big has heat licking your insides, and if it were anyone else saying the same thing you would be cringed, but there’s just something special about Jeon Wonwoo doing this that makes him look like the hottest man alive.

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“You’re addicting,” Wonwoo admits with a growl, the feeling of his touch turning possessive as he helps you ride his thigh better by a hand on your waist. “Once I get a taste I can’t stop myself from wanting more. Wanna have my way with you until you’re all mine.”

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Need seeps through your bones, body trembling as you try to scatter the air it has been knocked out of your lungs when Wonwoo fits his cock in the curve of your ass.

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“Y-you’re hard,” you comment, as if it’s not obvious, but it has been so long since the last time you felt his bulge pressing against you that it makes you desperate. “You’re so hard.”

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“Who’s fault do you think it is?” Wonwoo questions, groaning when you sway your hips from side to side on his cock.

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“Can we…” you trail off, hiding your face in the pillow. “Y-you know?”

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“Nope, you gotta be more specific,” he says with a teasing smile, and you smack him in the arm. Wonwoo laughs before his voice gets serious. “Say it.”

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This switch of him turning on and off between a sweet boyfriend to the man who doms you never fails to give you a whiplash.

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“Can we— Can w-we fuck?” you ask shyly, wanting the ground to swallow you whole. You have no idea why you are being this shy.

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“Hmm, it depends,” Wonwoo hums like he’s considering the options. You turn to look at him, mortified, but he only laughs at your indignation. “Are you going to be a good girl for me?”

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You blush furiously at the question, face turning to look away as you mumble a yes, but then Wonwoo’s grabbing at your jaw and yanking your head back in place until you’re staring right in the deepness of his eyes, the intensity of them stunting you into complete silence.

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“Look at me when I’m talking to you,” he orders, leaving no room for arguments, and you nod your head quickly at that. “Out loud.”

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“Y-yes,” you hurry to obey, watching satisfaction curl all over his face. “‘M always a good girl.”

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“I don’t think so, munchkin,” Wonwoo grins, wicked and teasing, and you brace yourself for whatever is going to happen this night. “Sometimes you’re so desperate and impatient you can’t even wait for me before fucking yourself with those plastic toys of yours.”

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“Wonwoo,” and you’re unable to look away even when shame burns all over your body. “H-how did you—”

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“How did I know?” your sentence morphs into a moan when Wonwoo presses his thigh so hard against you cunt it has your body jumping a little. “You think I wouldn’t feel how you’re more loose when I fucked you? You think I don’t notice the way you look at me?”

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Wonwoo is mercilessly dragging your hips up and down his leg, your whines sounding high and sweet in your own ears.

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“You’re oblivious even to yourself,” he tells you, tone rough as he ruts against your ass. Your heart lurches in your chest, Wonwoo’s words like a hot coal in the pit of your belly, erupting into flames. You want to squeeze your eyes shut, cunt pulsing with arousal. “Even today, the way you were staring at me…”

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But then, Wonwoo’s touch is gone. His hands leave your hips, thigh frees you from the pressure, and the warmth seems so far now. You turn, complaint already at the tip of your tongue, but Wonwoo’s faster, rougher as he manhandles you on your back and hovers over your body, caging you in with his arms.

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“You looked like a prey who has just been caught into the wolf’s den,” he smiles at you, wicked and cruel as he grabs your jaw and pushes your head back. “Like you wanted me to break you in until it feels like you’re in heaven.”

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There’s a breath against your bare neck, his groan hitting your skin when he bites it.

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“Or eat you up until there’s nothing left in you that doesn’t belong to me,” you’re definitely not expecting the moan that escapes Wonwoo’s mouth, so affected and deep it’s got all the hairs in your nape standing up, every fiber of your body telling you to submit. “Fuck, and it turns me on so much.”

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You make a sound out of neediness, hands reaching for Wonwoo. He goes easily, body pressing into yours as he crashes your lips together. Wonwoo kisses you like he wants to conquer you, licking into the seam of your mouth and teeth scraping at your bottom lip just so he could soothe the pain later with his tongue. Your head spins with the intensity of it, it’s messy and there’s too much spit and teeth, but that only makes it even more addicting.

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But Wonwoo doesn’t kiss you enough today. He almost never does when he’s feeling like that — possessive, mean, wicked even, when he needs you to know your damn place —, wants to ebb the pleasure away when you’re starting to get hotter until it’s replaced by pure desperation and you can’t do anything else other than beg for him to give in to you.

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So that’s what you do, staring up at his eyes trained on you as if you’re a prey.⠀

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“Please,” you start, voice caught into a moan when Wonwoo’s fingers sink into your jaw and his mouth falls ajar, like the sound of you saying this particular word gives a physical stroke to his cock. “P-please, fuck me. Wanna— Wanna belong t-to you.”

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And that’s enough. That’s enough, that’s enough, Wonwoo wants, you want, and he’ll give that to you since he has always been a weak man for your begging. There’s a fraction of seconds that he thinks he might pass out with all the blood rushing from his head to his other head, cock throbbing in his sweatpants.

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“Don’t know how so much eagerness fits into this little body of yours,” Wonwoo murmurs against your mouth, his hand squeezing your face. You find yourself parting your mouth open, whining, pliant and overwhelmed as Wonwoo slips his tongue in again, kissing you filthy. The scent of his familiar cologne is so sharp, surrounding you and leaving your mind dazed until all you can think is Wonwoo, Wonwoo, Wonwoo. When he pulls back this time, Wonwoo pushes his thumb into your mouth, eyes half-lidded as he watches you swirl your tongue around it, sucking it further into your mouth.

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You moan around it, watching Wonwoo’s every reaction, the way his breath hitches, shoulders tensing. There’s a shift on the bed, Wonwoo moving up and up and up and you can’t breathe because now the bulge pressing against the fabric of his clothes is standing proudly right in front of your face, Wonwoo almost straddling your chest. You let the realization that he’s going to fuck your mouth sink deep within your core, and try not to show how deeply affected you are by the idea.

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You fail, of course, hips lifting off of the bed and falling down again, biting around the finger inside of your mouth that keeps you from taking a better look in the place you are dying to see.

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“That desperate to suck me off, baby?” Wonwoo asks, and you flush, hate how you love the humiliated burn, how it makes you wetter. You’re too embarrassed to throw something back at Wonwoo, gaze dropping to his erect cock the best you can. He pushes your head back up, making you look at him instead. “Do you wanna see it?”

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“I do,” you reply, a little too fast for your own good, and it only serves for Wonwoo to laugh at your neediness. You debate if you’re as red as you think you are, the burn in your cheeks spreading all the way down to your neck.

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“Are you sure you’re ready for that?” Wonwoo’s tone is almost condescending, still playful, like he doesn’t think you can even handle the sight of his cock, and you like how it makes your cunt twitch and ache. It’s as if you enjoy the belittlement, enjoy the way Wonwoo wants you to prove yourself.

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“I’m,” you start, swallowing, “I’m ready.”

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Wonwoo’s smile is a touch dark, nearly a sneer, but his hand leaves your mouth to hook a thumb in the waistband of his pants. You nearly drool. He pulls on the fabric until his cock is free, slapping against your left cheek and smearing precum on your face. Your head spins, realising that even this part of Wonwoo’s body seemed to have grown bigger. Maybe it’s your imagination, haven’t actually seen it in real life for the past three months, but the thickness is intimidating.

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The best intimidating possible.

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Your heart thuds in your chest, unable to look away from his cock. There’s spit collecting on your tongue, embarrassment fighting against your desire to please. Leaning forward, you suckle the tip into your mouth, making a pleased sound when you taste the salty tang of precum.

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Wonwoo leans back a bit, wanting to assess your face better, and the taut lines of his body contorts in an even hotter way with the new position. You moan again, staring at the piercing in Wonwoo’s nipple and the head of the inked snake looking at it, and sucks on the head, tongue pushing along the underside. Your body throbs with your own heated desire.

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You wrap a hand around the base, gut twisting hotly when you realise you can’t even get your fingers all the way around — no matter how many times you notice this, they all make you feel equally needy. And you’re not the only one affected by it, Wonwoo’s hips kicking forward and cock thrusting inside of your mouth, the growl he lets out going straight to your core.

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“Fuck,” he says, breath audible enough to echo inside the room. “I will ruin you.”

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The confession has your body arching for a few seconds, sucking hard on the tip of Wonwoo’s cock until he’s moaning at the feeling. He takes a fistful of your hair, but you push against the hold so you could take more of it into your mouth.

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“Quit it,” Wonwoo demands, your displeased whine making his hold grow firmer. “Do as you’re told or you might not get my cock at all tonight.”

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He pulls you off, your pants loud and labored.

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“Did I make myself clear?”

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“Yes, sir,” you add just for the teasing — but mostly because you want Wonwoo to punish you for making him lose his beloved control —, feeling pleased as you watch the clear change of expressions going on in Wonwoo’s face. His eyes darken impossibly more, eyebrows frowning and then there’s a hand on your neck.

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Your mouth goes dry as soon as his fingers close around your throat, body writhing and mind going into submission mode.

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“Filthy little slut,” Wonwoo snarls, face suddenly close, and then he’s spitting into your open mouth and you feel like you will come very soon. You flinch, eyes shutting on reflex, and then moan. “Want me to punish you, don’t you?”

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You don’t say anything, can’t say anything, but you hope the look in your eyes answers his question. It probably does, because there’s a tiny little smirk playing on the edge of Wonwoo’s lips before he kisses you, softer than you could ever imagine he would be in this moment.

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“I love you,” he breathes, the sudden confession making a different kind of burn itch your throat. You know very well that when Wonwoo tells you that I’m the middle of sex then it’s because this will be a passionate fucking. One of those that he keeps your body so close you think you might become one with him, one of those he kisses you so gently one moment only to treat you roughly in the other, one of those he wants to make you fall apart, crumble and cry and even so, it will be full of love and care and sweetness. “I love you so much.”

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Wonwoo doesn’t wait for your answer. Doesn’t need to, he knows your heart belongs to him.

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“Say ah for me, sweetheart,” Wonwoo instructs and you obey, mouth hanging open, tongue out. Wonwoo slaps his cock against it, precum dirtying your tongue as the slap slap slap of his cock hitting your mouth fills the heavy air of the room. He even traces the tip over your upper lip, smearing precum along your cheek when he slaps your face with it before placing his cock right back on your waiting tongue. “Put this mouth to better use.”

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You do, eager to do as you’re told after Wonwoo’s confession, blood singing from his praise and his disparagement alike. You sink down onto it as far as you can take it, nearly gagging when it hits the back of your throat. Wonwoo drowns out a broken “fuck” above you, stroking your cheek and moving further in the bed to lessen the awkward twist of your neck.

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“You look so good with my cock in your mouth,” Wonwoo breathes, voice strained as you suck him off, head bobbing. He brushes your hair back, little groans and growls escaping him every time his cock hits the back of your throat, you swallowing around it, or when you speed up, fucking your mouth on Wonwoo’s length. “Such a pretty little cocksucker, aren’t you, sweetheart?”

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You blush, heart hammering in your chest with the compliment, but he closes a fist in your hair and makes you stop all movements.

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“Gonna fuck your mouth,” Wonwoo starts, holding your wrist with his free hand and putting your fingers above his thigh. You know that it means if you want me to stop, tap twice, and it makes heat coil in your belly. “until you gag.”

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You moan a bit uncontrollably around his cock, legs kicking in the bed at the affirmation, and Wonwoo is staring at you with a look you can’t quite describe. It makes you ashamed of being so eager but at the same time proud of being his little cockslut.

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Wonwoo holds you in place, hips bucking into your mouth. He goes slow at first, wanting you to get used with the feeling because it has been a while since the last time you sucked him off. It is short lived, as soon as you look up at him and nod — the best you could with your movements being kind of restricted —, his thrusts turn sharp and fast, your jaw aching from how long you had Wonwoo’s fat cock in your mouth.

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You moan, one of your hands still working up and down along Wonwoo’s shaft as he fucks into you, tears beginning to prickle at the corners of your eyes. He falls a bit forward when you start gagging a little, throat convulsing around his thickness, and he sprawls his fingers in the wall for support.

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“Fuck fuck fuck, shit,” Wonwoo breathes, voice gravelly, his grip in your hair getting tighter and tighter. Tingles spark down your spine, wetness pouring out of you and soaking your panties even more and you want so desperately to come, to be fucked, but you want to please him first.

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Wonwoo’s thrusts begin to turn erratic as he fucks your mouth, a growl erupting out of him on a particularly hard thrust, and then he’s pulling away. You look at him, mind in a haze, but still dumbfounded. His breath is labored and he looks like he’s having a hard time keeping together, hips thrusting into the air. It boosts your ego to see him this messed up because of you.

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“Did so well for me, sweetheart,” Wonwoo tells you, voice strained from effort but still full of fondness, and you feel butterflies dancing in your stomach at the praise. It seems like he wants his orgasm to ebb away. At the look you’re giving him, he adds: “Wanna cum with you.”

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You mewl at the thought, watching him position himself between your legs again and kissing you slowly. Wonwoo caresses your cheek with a gentle thumb, other hand tracing a feather-like path down your body. His fingers brush against your nipple, the whine you let out being swallowed by Wonwoo’s greedy mouth, and he sneaks his hand under your shirt just as his kisses fly to your neck.

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And then Wonwoo’s sucking. Hard.

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It caughts you off guard, hips lifting off of the bed and thigh pressing tightly against Wonwoo’s cock, his groan being muffled by your skin. He bites, suckles and kisses the particular spot underneath your jaw, so far up your neck you won’t be able to hide it, especially because it’s summer. And you feel warm all over, how he always remembers exactly your pleasure point, the place that has your head spinning with pleasure.

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Your hands fly to his hair, cunt throbbing with need when he tongues at the purple hickey, and it’s throbbing, pulsating with how hard he sucked. It leaves you breathless, not having time to recover when Wonwoo pulls your shirt up until he can get one nipple into his mouth.

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“Wonwon, fuck,” you whimper, body oversensitive with all that has been going on, and Wonwoo growls at the nickname, hand coming to pinch your other nipple like he’s telling you how much this affects him. “Please—”

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Wonwoo bites at it, tongue coming to soothe the pain later, and you’re sure the grip you have on his hair must be painful, but he says nothing; only looks more intent on making you moan. Wonwoo busies himself with sucking hickeys all over the place as one of his hands continues to descend down your body, thumb pressing in a spot by your hips that has your back arching and a desperate whine being pulled out of you.

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Down and down, his fingers then slips inside your penties, brushing across your clit so lightly that it has your whole body rocking with shivers.

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But then, Wonwoo’s body goes completely still. You feel him tensing under your palms, heat already flooding your face when you know he feels it, feels the way you’re already stretched open for him.

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“You—” he starts but stops himself, pushing a finger inside for great measure. Wonwoo growls when he meets almost no resistance, face lifting from where it rests on your chest to look at you. “When?”

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The intensity of his voice leaves your mouth dry.

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“E-earlier, in the— in the s-shower,” you confess, voice quiet, and you can’t look away, Wonwoo’s eyes pinning you to your spot.

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“Hah,” he states simply, a sound of pleasant surprise, and adds another finger inside. Wonwoo pushes them to the hilt, until his knuckles brush your pelvis. You moan, head thrown back at the sudden, but welcomed intrusion. “Acting all nervous around me but this is exactly what you wanted, isn’t it?”

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He gyrates his hand, pushing hard and without mercy, right before he adds another finger, this time more slowly. It burns a little, his fingers way bigger than yours, but you love the slight pain.

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“Did you come into my house knowing I would fuck you?” Wonwoo asks, knows the answers but does it anyway. He moves his hand a little, waiting for your to be more comfortable with the sensation of his fingers, but as soon as your frown turns upside down, Wonwoo has no restrains whatsoever, fucking into you fast and sharp. “Fingered yourself knowing that I would split you open on my big cock?”

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You can’t even think straight, hips rising off of the bed, but Wonwoo holds your waist with his free hand and pins them down hard. Your upper body lifts with this, back arching and legs kicking everywhere as you can’t stop the loud moans slipping through your lips, doesn’t even care about the neighbors as your nails sink into Wonwoo’s back to the point it might leave tiny crescent moons all over it.

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“Did you come back then?” Wonwoo continues, pace unforgiving even when tears well up into your eyes. He trusts you to use your safeword if needed as much as you trust him to use his. “Did you?”

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You struggle to answer, voice being surrendered to moans and whines and whimpers and it’s hard to focus when he’s hitting your sweet spot with the tip of his fingers.

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“Ah! Ah, hmmm, f-fuck, please Won— Wonwon,” you try, can’t even understand how you still manage to get red when you realise Wonwoo is looking at you with so much desire. The point you both most like about your relationship is that Wonwoo is the dom, but he knows you have him in the palm of your tiny hands. “I, ah, d-din’t. Di— Didn’t want to, fuck, please— c-come without you—”

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Wonwoo pulls his fingers out at that, your cunt clenching around nothing as he goes lighting fast to take both of your clothes off, grab your waist and flip you on your stomach just as he reaches for the nightstand to grab what you know very well it’s a bottle of lube. He pulls your hips up until you’re face down, ass up on the bed, the hurry in all of this only sending desperation all over your body, and the sound of the cap being opened has butterflies in your stomach.

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“Yeah? Fuck,” Wonwoo sounds a mess, fingers hurrying to close a fist on his cock and jerk it off furiously to spread the lube better, the wet head nudging against your rim. “Fuck, shit, I wanna fuck you so bad.”

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“Do it,” you beg. “Please.”

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And who is he to deny what you want?

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Wonwoo pushes inside you slowly despite his hunger, knows he’s big and there’s an alarming size difference between the both of you.

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Your hands clench into fists and it feels like you’re being impaled onto Wonwoo’s cock, going deeper than any cock you ever taken before. Tears cling to your lashes as a small jolt of pain runs up your spine, the lube easing Wonwoo’s way in. Overall you’re proud of yourself, haven taken him before, more times than you can count, and you accommodate his cock like a pro.

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Your chest heaves, no amount of air feels like enough as Wonwoo’s cock all but punches everything out of you. You’re biting at the pillow by the time the last of it pushes into you, a haze surrounding your mind because it feels so good.

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Wonwoo’s groan transforms into a moan once he’s buried all the way into you, hips flush against your ass and spreading you open so wide and so deep, you would think you might break if you didn’t know any better. You gasp, back arching downward as you take your time to adjust to the large intrusion.

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Wonwoo kisses your shoulder tenderly, waiting for you to grow used to the feeling. He can be rough when it comes to bed, but he always is mindful of you no matter how impatient and desperate he is. There’s this soft feeling going on inside you, mixing with your pleasure and it only serves to make you more needy.

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Wonwoo doesn’t move for a while, hot breath falling against your neck as he stands behind you. You feel surrounded — his scent everywhere, the pulse of the hickeys he carved on your skin, the press of his long fingers on your waist —, your submission for Wonwoo’s eyes only.

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You nod at him.

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A lick at your neck is all the warning you get before Wonwoo pulls out so very slowly, cock dragging against your walls and rim. It feels like forever, you whining at the sensation, and then you’re being slammed back into.

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“Ah!” you gasp, eyes blurry as you struggle for air. You moan as Wonwoo drags himself back out again, and thrusts right back in and groans at the feeling. “Y-yes—”

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“So good,” Wonwoo growls, close to inhumane as he continues with that pace. “So fucking good.”

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Eventually, Wonwoo doesn’t seem to be able to go slow anymore, thrusts turning sharper and harder, his pace unrelenting. You find yourself almost screaming through it, so overwhelmed by the size of him — a good overwhelmed, the best overwhelmed —, but the way you feel so full and the exponential pleasure leaves you numb to any other thought.

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Wonwoo, Wonwoo, Wonwoo, your mind seems to chant, fucked open mercilessly by your boyfriend.

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“Taking cock like a pro, aren’t you, sweetheart?” Wonwoo says, stops for a second, adjusts his hips, and then slams back right into your sweet spot, like he knows where it is by heart. Your body lurches forward, bed slamming against the wall. Hands reaching to hold onto something, you scramble against the sheats until one of them fists it and the other holds the pillow for dear life. “You’re gonna wake the whole hall, screaming like that.”

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You have enough of a decency to feel ashamed about it, but it’s not like neither of you actually care. If anything, Wonwoo fucks you harder, hips jamming inside you until your throat hurts from all the noises you’re making.

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“Please, p-please— I wanna— I h-have to— Fuck, ah!” you’re not even sure about what you’re begging for, Wonwoo pulling your hips to meet his thrusts half way. You love this, feeling like a ragdoll, being thrown around and only able to take what he gives to you.

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“Good little girl,” Wonwoo croons, his voice rough. Your skin glistens with sweat, the shimmering red light reflecting on it. “Looking so beautiful taking my cock.”

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You’re not sure what compels you after he says that but you reach down, hand smoothing down your abdomen because you feel like Wonwoo is spearing you open. But you go completely tense, squeezing Wonwoo so hard he stutters with a moan, because under your palm there is the outline of his cock protruding against your lower belly. The feeling makes you so overwhelmed that you can’t hold it in, whithe pleasure flooding you as you end up coming, eyes rolling to the back of your head and you’re crying all the way through it.

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“You’re coming?” Wonwoo deadpans, sounding surprised and angry at the same time. “Holy shit, you’re coming untouched and without my permission? What were you think—”

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Wonwoo’s complaint immediately dies down when you bring a trembling hand to grab his wrist and put his fingers in the cause of your orgasm. There’s a beat of silence, the both of you completely still, and then Wonwoo is growling the most animalistic growl you ever heard him do, the sheer intensity of it rocking all the way to your bones. He presses his hips so tightly into yours it has you sobbing.

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“Fuck,” it’s all he says, tone two octaves lower and sounding dangerous, doesn’t even have it in him to punish you. “Fuck.”

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It’s like the caged beast he keeps so carefully locked deep within himself started to surface. Wonwoo pushes your head down on the mattress, the other hand still on your belly. He pulls out until the tip and then slams back inside, as hard as he can, and you downright scream at the feeling, the oversensitiviness adding up to your pleasure.

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There’s another few seconds of silence, and then Wonwoo is fucking you brutally. His moans echo through the room, so completely desperate that it has you wailing, sobbing, crying desperate pleas for more.

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“Look at that,” Wonwoo says, hand pressing harder against the bulge in your stomach. “Pushed my big cock into you until your insides were forced to make room for it.”

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He grabs your arm and yanks you up, your back pressing against his chest and an arm circling around your waist. The other comes up to squeeze your left breast as you practically sit on his thighs. You moan at the feeling of his pierced nipple dragging against your skin every time he fucks up into you, your body only held in place because of the firm grip Wonwoo has on you.

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Sobbing, you feel like you’re losing yourself in the sensations, Wonwoo’s cock pounding into your cunt and his voice by your ear and the burn of his hips hitting your ass — by now it must be all red, the marks probably going to linger for some time. You can’t hold yourself together anymore, mouth open and drooling, tears clinging to your lashes, staccato moans falling from your lips that break on every thrust. You’re limp against Wonwoo, can’t even fuck back, letting him have his way with you.

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“Drooling all over yourself for my cock,” Wonwoo says, fucks in deep against your sweet spot and mouths at the side of your neck. “Because of me, right? Tell me.”

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“Y-you— yours, yours, please,” your head falls back on his shoulder, hand pressing tightly in the shape of his cock in your stomach, and at this point you don’t even know what you’re doing anymore.

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“I’ve broken you in, fuck.”

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And he did, really. He has broken you in, has you crying on his cock.

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“You belong to who?” Wonwoo pressed his hips flush on your ass, grinds hard enough for your body to be sent forward. A short few seconds so you can take a breath — or at least try to. “Hm? Who’s fucking you this good?”

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“W-Wonwoo, Wonwon, you, please,” you cry out as he starts to fuck you mercilessly again, the brutal pace punching moans out of you. “Ah, ah, ah, p-please, haaah, I’m y-yours— yours, b-belong to, hmmm, to you only, please!”

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“Yeah,” Wonwoo echoes, thrusts turning erratic and groans morphing into moans. “Mine.”

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“I can’t — I’m g-gonna—”

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“Come for me.”

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And it’s enough for you. Your muscles tense, toes curling as hot, white pleasure surges through your body and floods you until you fall limp on the bed, hips only up because Wonwoo is holding them tightly. You clench around his cock involuntarily, his groan muffled by your hair and he’s coming, Wonwoo’s cock twitching inside you as thick spurts of come fill you to the brim. They seem to be endless, his spunk filling you up until it’s dripping out and down your thighs.

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You don’t remember much of what happens later. Your mind spins and then you fall into a most needed slumber.

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You wake up a bit disoriented, having no idea how much has passed since you fell asleep, but you realise you’re all cleaned up and dressed, head resting in Wonwoo’s — thankfully, for the sake of your precious pussy — clothed chest as he uses his cellphone. He smells clean too, hair still a little bit wet, and you smile thinking that the shower you both took before going to bed was useless.

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“You’re up?” comes Wonwoo’s question when he feels your lips moving against him, placing his phone somewhere on the bed and circling his arms around you. You move your head, looking up at him with fondness.⠀

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“Hey, baby,” you breathe out, reaching to peck him in the lips once. He smiles, that kind of smile that leaves you breathless with love.

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“Hey, my love,” Wonwoo laughs when you blush at the pet name. It’s so sweet and endearing, you always feel warm whenever he says it. “I see you still get all red when I call you that.”

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“Shut up,” you swat at his arm, Wonwoo’s following laugh sounding like the best music you ever heard. “How much did I sleep?”

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“Not much,” he presses you tighter against him. “I think one hour? Something like that.”

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“Thanks for taking care of me,” you say, legs tangling with his and the smile never leaving your lips.

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“Of course, my love. Always will take care of you,” Wonwoo nuzzles your hair and inhales. “Got kind of surprised that I managed to fuck you into unconsciousness.”

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“Wonwoo,” you mortify with a laugh, hitting his chest, but he only giggles at you. He giggles. Your heart might explode soon.

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“What? Can’t I be happy that I pleasured my tiny girlfriend the way she deserves to?” Wonwoo says, and it sounds like a joke, but when you look up at him again to make a retort, the reverence in his eyes surrenders you speechless.⠀

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He stares at you with so much admiration and love, like you’re the most beautiful thing ever.

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“I love you,” you say instead, cheeks hurting from the way you’re smiling, and Wonwoo seems to be caught off guard because he’s blushing. Wonwoo’s blushing. He’s so cute you want to die.

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“Shut up and go back to sleep,” he coughs, pushing your head against his chest and you laugh at this shyness. “I love you too.”

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Yes. The warmness of his hands, the beat of his heart, the rise and fall of his chest, the love in his eyes, the sweetness of his words — you missed everything about Jeon Wonwoo.

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