#reblogging all of this so I can enjoy it again

[hoonieshoney]

𓆩♱𓆪Synopsis: After years of torment, abuse and humiliation at the hands of your bully Park Sunghoon, you finally learned how to control your crying. He hates that. He can’t help it, he thinks you’re the prettiest when you cry. Looks like he’s going to have to think of other ways to make you cry.

𓆩♱𓆪Warnings: DARK CONTENT. Noncon/Dubcon, bullying, dacryphilia, unprotected sex (wrap it before you tap it), oral (male rec), slapping, spanking, choking, dirty talk, cursing, smoking, degradation, creampie, hair pulling

𓆩♱𓆪Pairing: Bully!Sunghoon x Female Reader

𓆩♱𓆪Word Count: 6.6k

𓆩♱𓆪Taglist: @jooniesbears-blog @pockettwinzz @sunghoonsgff @jakeflvrs @snoopypupp @jwnghyuns @deobitifull l l @iveivory @acciojaeyun @lilyuwon @skylaly @stacey-stonem @nshmrarki

𓆩♱𓆪Part of the 𝖙𝖍𝖊 𝕮𝖔𝖗𝖗𝖚𝖕𝖙𝖎𝖔𝖓 𝕾𝖊𝖗𝖎𝖊𝖘 but can be read as a stand alone; your choice!

[Author Note: thanks for being patient with me little ducklings. I’m happy to have you here and I hope you enjoy this! I appreciate every single one of your comments/likes/reblogs ❤️ ]

“Are you really crying right now?” He mused, his friends behind him laughing at you on your knees. You scramble quickly trying to pick up the last few papers that flew to the ground when you accidentally ran into Park Sunghoon.

“I said I was sorry..you-you don’t have to be so mean..” Silent tears stream down your face, avoiding his gaze as you continue to grab the papers. 

He crouches down and smirks at your tear stained cheeks, he grabs your chin and forces you to look at him. Big eyes stare into his sharp eyes as the tears continue to fall.His gaze was hard and dark, laced with amusement as he watched your trembling bottom lip and wet cheeks. 

“You’re such a fucking cry baby,” he sneers. 

You shake the memory out of your head watching Sunghoon enter the classroom with Lee Heeseung. You’ve known of him and his stuck up friends since the first day of college, he was apparently a wonderful person. He has lots of friends, he's a top student, his family comes from money, he has pretty girls hanging around him all the time. You never really saw that side of him. 

It was as if it was his personal mission to make you miserable. You bumped into him and fell straight onto your ass the first day of college and he made it his goal to make you cry every chance he got since that day. Branding you with the humiliating name, cry baby. Everyone knew who you were and they also loved to taunt you with the degrading name.

Thankfully, you grew out of that humiliating phase. Since starting your third year of college, it's almost like you’ve become numb to the constant name calling, tripping, pushing, and humiliation at his hands. You don’t cry anymore. You have no tears left to give him. Just one more year of college, and you’ll be free from ever having to see that smug little grin of his. 

“Hey cry baby, nice sweater.” A deep chuckle enters your right ear. You roll your eyes and focus on your laptop screen, you can see Sunghoon out of your peripheral vision as he starts to walk behind your seat to get to his seat. He grabs a handful of your sweater at the neck and pulls harshly causing your head to jerk back a little. 

He watched your face stay nonchalant and stare at the laptop in front of you. Rolling his eyes he lets go of the fabric and takes his seat next to his best friend Jake a few seats down. “I think you broke her,” the Australian muses. He looks at you again as you continue to type on your computer, not sparing him a second glance.

“Nah, she’s still a cry baby.”

“You haven’t made her cry in like two years, dude. I don’t think she carries that title anymore.”

He smirks at his friend, “I just need to be more creative is all.”

“You’re so down bad for her,” Jake laughs leaning back in his chair. “I don’t get it, you can have anyone you want on this campus. Why do you have such a hard on for her?”

“I don’t have a hard on for her.” Sunghoon sighs looking at you again, you’re still typing, your face in a concentrated pout.

“You can’t lie to us, you have those fuck me eyes everytime shes around.” Heeseung snorted, taking his seat with them. 

He looks at him and shrugs, “I have no clue what you’re talking about.”

He’s lying. He does have the “fuck me” eyes everytime you’re around. He can’t help it, seeing you cry gives him a raging hard on. He usually doesn’t get his head wrapped around girls, but fuck, when you’re crying…it does something to him, it wakes something in him. And it’s been two fucking years since he’s seen those pretty eyes shed tears, and he’s slowly loosing his fucking mind. 

“Maybe you should try being nice to her, Hoon, girls like romantic shit.” Jake teases nudging him with his elbow. 

He cocks his head to the side and smirks at his friend, “ah, Jakey. I don’t want to be nice to her..” his eyes shifted to you again. “I want to fucking break her.”

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“How was class?” Your best friend and roommate Sunoo smiles at you when you leave your classroom. “Tiring, all I can think about is sleep.” You mumble as he wraps his arm around your shoulder.

“Yeah? We can have an early dinner and call it a night if you want?” 

“Early dinner sounds great, but I have to spend some time at the campus library tonight, I need to finish my research paper.” 

“Do you want me to go with you?” He smiles as you both walk in the direction of the building's exit. You shake your head, “No, I’ll be fine Sun, it’ll be boring for you.”

“I don’t mind, you’ve been so stressed lately, I just want you to take care of yourself.” He pulls you closer to him squeezing you.

“I know Sun, once this research paper is done I’ll take a break. Maybe we can take a mini trip somewhere.” You smile squeezing him back.

“It’s a deal babe, let's get some food in you so have some energy for your study session.”

Obnoxious laughter rings in your ears making you internally recoil, “don’t pay attention to them.” Sunoo mumbles leading you out of the building. 

“I never do.”

Sunghoon, Heeseung, and Jake shove themselves in between you and Sunoo knocking his backpack off his shoulder and your textbook out of your arms. “Oops! Sorry!” Sunghoon said dramatically, placing his hand over his heart with a faux shocked expression. 

“Asshole,” Sunoo mumbled, grabbing his backpack. Sunghoon’s face quickly turned hard as he cracked his neck to the side with a glare. “Did you say something?”

“No…”

“Yeah, that’s what I thought.” 

The three boys laugh, Sunghoon kicks your textbook further away before shooting you a wink and walking away with his friends. Who would have thought you’d still be dealing with immature bullies into adulthood? 

“You okay Sun?” 

He grabs your textbook and smiles softly, “I’m fine, come on. Let’s go home.”

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It's 9:40 in the evening when you finally look at the library clock. Looking around as you straighten your back and stretch your arms, you notice the library is empty. It was convenient that the campus library stayed open until midnight, the only inconvenience was the fact that it was usually empty and slightly eerie past eight pm. 

Must be his lucky day. 

“Well, well, well, look what we have here..” A taunting deep voice chuckles out. Of course. 

“What do you want, Sunghoon? I’m busy.” You don’t even look at him when you speak. Focusing your attention back to your laptop as you continue to type your research paper. 

“Can’t I just say hello to you?”

“No.” 

“Why not, cry baby?”

You finally spare him a small glance from your laptop to look at him. Both his palms are pressed on the table and he has that signature smug look on his face, his dark hair falling in front of his eyes. Rolling your eyes you look back down to your work. What was with this asshole?

“I haven’t cried in two years, Sunghoon. I don’t want to be called that anymore. And I don’t want to talk to you. There’s nothing I have to say to you.” You never break eye contact with your work as you bite every word at him. 

Walking over to you he stands behind you and places both of his hands on your shoulders roughly squeezing them. 

“You really need to learn some manners, cry baby. That was incredibly rude, I’m being nice here.”

His condescending tone caused something to snap inside of you and before you could think you scooted your chair from out under you, quickly knocking the back of the chair into his stomach causing him to groan out in surprise and pain. “I’m rude? Sunghoon, you’ve been nothing but a dick to me since the first day of classes. And now you expect me to sit here and be polite to you? Fuck you.”

Just as quickly as you snapped, at hearing your tone and words something snapped in him too. An eerie smile took his face, both canines fully exposed to you, before you could sit back down his hand was around your throat and pushing you up against the nearest bookshelf aggressively. The shelf shook on impact and a few books toppled over to the floor.

“O-Ow..S-Sung-”

“Shut the fuck up! You think you can get away with talking to me like that? You stupid bitch..” His tall frame towered over you, his hand keeping a tight grip on your throat restricting the airflow. Panic starts to rise, you try to escape his grasp but his hand only squeezes harder. Both your hands try to pry his large one off scratching at his smooth skin, he clicks his teeth and pulls you forward a little before slamming your back against the shelf again knocking more books off of the shelf. 

And then, it happens. His dark eyes twinkle watching your waterline brim with tears. Another eerie smile takes over as he moves his face closer to yours, he squeezes your neck a little harder, moving his face closer and you choke out a gurgled sound and let the tears spill over and stream down your red cheeks. This was different from any previous time he’s seen you cry, the panicked look on your face, your parted lips gasping for air, this feeling he had was new. 

He hums and takes in the delicious sight he’s been missing for two years. So this is what he has to do. His cock is twitching at the sight, but he wants to build this up. Rubbing the tip of his nose against yours he sighs, licking his lips he sticks his tongue and licks the stream of salty tears off both your cheeks. 

“See you later, cry baby.” He grins, throwing you to the floor. You land on your back and cough aggressively letting the airflow back into your lungs. Your back is now radiating with more pain from the impact of the wooden floor. He watches you for a few seconds with an unreadable look before he walks away.

This was different from every time before.

Oh cry baby, you’ve just opened Pandora's box. 

You lay for a few minutes replaying the events. He’s always been rough with you, but he’s never choked you before. He usually never went further than a shove to throw you off balance..but this?...he choked you..and licked your tears?

Sitting up, you cry. For the first time in two years, you sob into your hands at the assault just taken on your neck. What the fuck. Do you tell someone? He’s got connections everywhere, would they even believe you? Was this going to happen again?

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“Fuck..”You mumble rubbing the bruised skin of your neck looking in your vanity mirror. It’s sore and covered in shades of red and purple bruising. 

“You look out of it..are you okay?” Sunoo asks, startling you as he enters your bedroom. You jerk up the fabric of the turtleneck you’re wearing avoiding his gaze through the mirror, “isn’t it kind of warm for a turtleneck?”

Patting the sweater down on your neck more you shrug avoiding his worried gaze, “I feel cold.”

“You know I can tell when you’re lying right?” He sits on your bed with a piece of toast between his teeth. 

“I’m just tired and cold, I don’t know what you want me to say.”

He studies your face for a few seconds. The bags under your eyes are prominent, your hair is disheveled like you tossed and turned all night and didn’t bother brushing it out of exhaustion. He knows you’re lying, but he won’t push it, he doesn’t want to make you uncomfortable. 

“I made extra breakfast, you should eat before class today.” He redirects the conversation showing you his toast. 

“I’m not really hungry Sun, I promise I’ll get a good lunch. I just need to get to class a little bit early today, I didn’t get much work done last night.” You place your backpack on your bruised back and wince slightly. Your back was also painted in bruised hues from the impact of the library floor. 

His eyebrows raise slightly, “really? You were gone for hours?” You can tell he’s studying your reactions and responses, you avoid his eyes again, if you looked into the eyes of your sweet best friend you knew the waterworks would be inevitable. 

Grabbing your backpack you give him a small smile still avoiding looking into his eyes, “It was hard to focus, I think going to class early will work out better.”

“Oh okay, well, be safe..please eat!” He calls out after you as you grab your keys and leave your shared apartment. 

You couldn’t sleep. You stayed up most of the night staring at the ceiling and replaying the events of the library. You never cried out of fear of him before, the tears were always out of frustration and embarrassment. But last night, the look in his eyes had you feeling genuine fear of him for the first time. 

Entering the campus building you feel relief, it's still twenty minutes before the scheduled class and only a few students were around. That is until you see a familiar tall frame in the hallway near the classroom you need to go to. He’s laughing at something Heeseung is showing him and Jake on his phone. Fear creeps on your skin causing goosebumps, surely he wouldn’t do anything in broad daylight, right?

You take your phone out of your back pocket and pretend to send a text as you keep your head hung low and walk quickly past the boys. Out of your peripheral vision they don’t seem to notice or pay attention to you. Entering the empty classroom you finally let the breath out that you’ve been holding in, walking to your seat.

“Are you avoiding me, cry baby?” His deep voice creeps up from the doorway. 

Fuck

“Sunghoon..I don’t want any trouble. I won’t tell anyone about the library..just please, leave me alone.” You whispered avoiding looking at him as you unpack your backpack. 

“Nice turtleneck,” you can hear the smugness in his tone and hear his footsteps approaching. He can see you tense up and it only adds to his excitement. 

“I just wanted to apologize,” He jumps up and sits on the desk next to your schoolwork. 

Apologize? Sunghoon wants to apologize?

“...Really?”

“Yeah, I got a little carried away last night..you just really hurt my feelings. I’m not good at rejection, especially from someone I really like.”

He was trying hard to keep his voice steady but he really wanted to laugh at how stupid he sounded. He watches your eyes finally look at him in confusion. 

“You like me? I don’t believe you...”

“I really do, I guess I’ve been a little immature at my approach. I’m like those little boys with a crush and pulling on the cute girls' pigtails to get their attention.” He tried really hard to make his smile soft but he really wanted to scoff at how much of a pathetic loser he sounded, he needed to make this believable. 

He watches your brows furrow with a cute pout.

“I think..you’re fucking with me. You choked me, Sunghoon.”

“You know you technically hit me first, baby. With the back of your chair, some would say I acted in self defense.” He said, trying to keep his tone light and playful. 

“I..that was an accident..” You shake your head looking at the floor.

His long fingers grabbed your chin gently forcing you to look at him. His gaze was soft, his pretty pink lips in a gentle smile, his face was close enough to yours to smell his toothpaste and the faint linger of cigarettes. 

“It still hurt me baby, I didn't mean to hurt you. But you meant to hurt me.” 

He watches your eyes widen and pink tint your face, he bites back the cocky grin he’s desperate to show. He knows he’s sending you mixed signals, he’s doing it on purpose. 

“You didn’t..you didn’t have to choke me and throw me on the floor.”

“I know baby, that was a fucked up thing I did. Let me make it up to you.” He ran his thumb across your bottom lip making it pout more. 

“How?”

“Meet me at Jake’s party tonight”

“I don’t go to those things. And I don’t trust you...”

“I know we’ve had a shaky past, baby, but how can we get past it if you won’t let me show you how sorry I am?”

“Why a party? Can’t we go out to dinner or something?”

Got ya, cry baby. You think this is a date, haha. 

“It’s a casual setting for us to get to know each other better. Make sure we’re really compatible before we do the other stuff.”

“I don’t know…”

Jake and Heeseung stand in the doorframe watching the scene with amused but confused smirks on their faces. 

“Don’t think about it too much, just meet me there.”

Another student enters the classroom, he releases your face and hops off the desk and walks to his seat with the two boys trailing behind. 

“I’ll be waiting for you.” He smiles at you before sitting down, leaving you more confused. 

“So it looks like things took a positive turn with your girl?” Heeseung smirked. 

“Yeah, are you paying her to talk to you or something.” Jake teased, causing Heeseung to laugh.

“Fuck off, I have a plan.”

“A plan? Oh fuck, this outta be good.” Heeseung smirked. 

“I have it all sorted boys. By the way..how is your angel doing? Haven’t seen her around school much anymore.” Sunghoon asked, cocking an eyebrow at his older friend trying to take the attention off of him.  

Heeseung’s smile turned wolfish, a small dangerous gleam in his eye. “She’s...taking the rest of the semester off. But, you’ll see her tonight at the party.”

“Why did she leave in the middle of the semester?” Jake asked, pulling his laptop out. “Don’t worry about it. We’re not here to talk about me and my girl. We’re here to talk about Hoon's lame ass plan.”

“Fuck off, asshole. I’m just playing with her head for a bit..”

“You’re such a sick fuck.” Jake laughed with Heeseung, throwing his head back. “Ah, poor girl.”

“So is Heeseung! He literally fucked the pastors daughter on a church altar.” Sunghoon rolled his eyes at his laughing friends. 

“That’s true, Heeseung you’re a sick fuck too!” Jake continued laughing clutching his stomach.

“You have no room to talk, you jerk off in your step sister's panties.” Heeseung scoffed. 

Jake stopped laughing but kept a playful smile on his lips. “I do, ahh, my pretty pretty step sister.” He hummed, closing his eyes.

“You’re the sick fuck.” Sunghoon mumbled. Jake’s step sister was really hot. 

“Anyways.” Heeseung interjected, “seriously man, what is your plan?”

“None of your concern.” Sunghoon shrugged. The two older boys looked at each other skeptically.

“What?” He was beginning to get annoyed. 

“We just don’t understand your motive here, man. Are you just trying to fuck her? Or is there something deeper going on?” Heeseung asked, leaning back on his desk chair.

Sunghoon sighed, “I’ll let you know that when I figure it out.

That was the truth. 

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Walking into Sunoo’s room you sit on his bed, grabbing a pillow and hugging it to your chest. His back is turned to you while he’s playing and cursing at a computer game.

“Something weird happened today, Sun.”

“Yeah? Tell me what FUCK-tell me what happened?” He says with his eyes still glued to the gaming screen.

“I think Sunghoon asked me out.”

The clicking of buttons on his computer abruptly stopped, the clink of his controller hitting the desk made you chew your bottom lip nervously. He swiveled his desk chair around to face you, with a confused and appalled expression on his face.

“Elaborate?”

“He apologized for…” you paused remembering not to tell him about the library incident “being an asshole these past few years. He said he was trying to get my attention because he likes me. He wants me to hang out with him tonight at Jake’s party.”

“You’re not going, right?”

“I don’t know…”

He stares at you for a minute and laughs humorlessly, “you’re not seriously considering meeting up with him? After everything? You’re willing to forget about all the torment he gave you because he gave you some bullshit confession and a pretty boy smile?”

“Sunoo..”

“No. You can’t be this stupid, it’s obviously a setup! He’s never spared you a second glance, now all of a sudden he likes you? It has to be a prank, he’s trying to humiliate you.”

His words hit you in the chest, you know he’s coming from a good place but it stings. The familiar pain of rejection resurfaces in your heart with its insecurities attached. Sunghoon is popular, he has no problem landing dates, and you? You were his amusement, maybe Sunoo was right, this was a setup. Still the lingering thoughts that maybe he could genuinely like you battle against the logical side of your brain. 

He sees the sadness on your face and immediately regrets the harshness of his words. 

“Shit, I didn’t mean it like that babe. He’s not a good-”

“It’s fine Sunoo, I’m gonna get some air.”

He sighs and watches you throw his pillow back on his bed and walk out of his bedroom. He didn’t mean to make you sad, but this whole situation with Sunghoon left a bad taste in his mouth, there was no way in hell Sunghoon liked you like that. 

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Your feet led you three blocks down to the familiar block of frat and sorority houses, the loud party music could be heard from the second block. Still clad in your turtle neck, jeans and sneakers you felt out of place looking at all the beautiful girls adorned in mini skirts and bright red lipstick. 

Maybe coming here was a mistake. Maybe Sunoo was right, this was a trap.

Your feet made the decision for you, led you inside the house. After a few minutes of walking around and no sight of Sunghoon you spot Heeseung with his girlfriend, who looked as out of place here as you did, talking to Jake. 

You walk over nervously, their conversation stops when they see you approaching. Heeseung’s girlfriend offers you a genuine sweet smile. Clearing your throat awkwardly, “sorry to interrupt, I was just looking for Sunghoon.” The two boys exchange a look. 

“He’s in one of the bedrooms, not sure which one, down that hall.” Jake answered, pointing to the hallway across the living room. 

“Thanks..”

Walking down the hallway you can see a dim light peeking from underneath one of the closed bedroom doors. Opening the door, your stomach drops and immediate bile rises in your throat at the sight in front of you. Sunghoon was sitting on the bed, legs spread wide, both palms on the bed,his pants pulled down on his thighs, and a cocky grin plastered on his face, like he was waiting for you. In front of him a girl was on her knees, you could hear the lewd slurping sounds from her mouth on his cock. His eyes bore into yours as you stood watching him get a blow job from this random girl.

He watched the tears fall down your cheeks and your mouth tremble. Ah, such a pretty fucking sight. It further proved his point, your pained tears were so much sweeter than your humiliation tears. 

“What’s wrong baby?” He asks sarcastically, tilting his head to the side. 

The girl on her knees looks at him and notices he’s not looking at her and pops her mouth off his cock to follow his line of vision. “Who is she?” She taunts looking at you up and down. 

“No one. Keep going.” He doesn’t even spare the girl on the floor a glance, she wraps her lips back around him as he continues to stare into you waiting for your next move.

Unable to stand the sight you turn on your heel and leave. Millions of thoughts running through your head. You were so fucking stupid, how could you for a second even think he would actually like you. He’s always hated you, you should've seen this coming. Sunoo was right. 

Leaving the party you fast walk outside desperate to get fresh air into your lungs, it felt like everything was tightening around you. You need to get home, the familiar faces of all of your tormentors were surrounding you, all murmuring and laughing at the familiar sight of tears on your face.

“Guess she’s still a cry baby.”

“Does she ever not cry?”

“She does this for attention.”

Jake and Heeseung stand in the corner watching the scene unfold. 

“Should we go check on her? She’s crying.”

Heeseung smiled at his sweet girlfriend kissing her temple, “No, angel. Sunghoon will take care of it.” 

As if on cue Sunghoon emerged from the hallway, Heeseung motioned to the front door with his chin letting him know where you went, he smiled at his friend before following you outside. 

“Where are you going, cry baby?” His taunting voice calls out to you, stopping in your tracks on the sidewalk you turn to face him. 

“Is that what this was? All of this just make me fucking cry? What the fuck is wrong with you?! I’m a human being, Sunghoon! I have feelings, I should have never believed your bull shit you stupid-”

Rolling his eyes, he wraps his hand around the back of your head, pulling you into a forceful heated kiss shutting you up. Your sudden gasp of surprise allows his tongue to slip into your mouth, massaging against yours as his teeth graze against your lower lip while he forcefully pushes you against a parked car successfully trapping you. 

He slips his leg between yours grinding it against your clothed cunt which snaps you back to your senses and you push him off of you with all your strength. His pretty pink lips swollen from the aggressive kiss.

“Stop doing this! You’re sending me mixed signals! Stop fucking with me! Just stop!” You yell.

You shove him again and start walking back to your apartment. You can hear his deep chuckle.

“Ahh, cry baby. If you walk away from me I’m going to have to chase you. And if I catch you, baby. It won’t be fun for you.”

The last sentence sounding more menacing then the rest of his statement only makes you walk away faster from him. He rubs his hands over his face letting a wide feral grin take over his face. 

It only took four long strides of his long legs to catch up to you, wrapping his arms around your waist and lifting you off the ground. 

“Sunghoon! What the fuck!!“

He manhandled your body in between a bush and the wooden fence out of sight thanks to the cover of the nighttime. The loud music of the party only drowns out the sound of your voice. 

The panic on your face only fueling his dark desires more. He wanted to see just how much he could get you to cry. 

“Suck me off and I’ll leave you alone.” 

“Wh-what?”

“You heard me. Make me cum and I won’t bother you anymore.”

“I don't trust you.”

He grips your shoulders roughly and forces you on your knees in front of him.

“Shut up and open your mouth.”

You nervously watch him unzip his jeans and release his cock, it’s bigger than you thought. Probably the biggest you’ve ever seen. And you'd be lying if you said it didn't make your mouth water slightly.

“I don’t want to suck you off. You just had some sluts mouth on it, I’d rather not catch-“

A harsh smack on your cheek stops your rant,snapping your head to the side, the sting blistering on your skin.

“I wasn’t asking.”

He gripped your head by the crown of your hair forcing your face to look up at him, your cheek was red and you could feel the tears again but refused to let them fall, that’s what all this was about. You wouldn’t give him the satisfaction. He’d leave you alone if you got him off, that’s all you had to do. 

He pumped himself a few times before tapping the tip of his cock along your lips smearing the salty precum. He smirked watching you try to keep your face stern, he let the tip slip past your lips and you opened your mouth wider and wider with each inch of his intrusion. 

As he entered your throat and met his limit, you placed your palms against his thighs, gripping the waistband of his jeans as he led your mouth along his cock by the grip of your hair. You relaxed your jaw, keeping your tongue flat against his length as he bobbed your head up and down himself, his pelvis started to work hard as he started to fucked your stinging face. Despite your gags and coughs, he did not slow his pace, your nails started digging into the exposed skin of his thighs. He started to sink deeper than before trying to make your tears fall, to his dismay your eyes only watered clumping your eyelashes together. 

You wanted this to be over, you wanted to be done. You started stroking the remainder of his cock you couldn’t fit in your mouth to help him reach his release.You struggled to breath as he pushed more forcefully into your throat hitting your gag reflex aggressively. 

He rolls his eyes in annoyance, this isn’t how this was supposed to go.

“You’re fucking worthless, you can’t even suck my dick right.”

He yanks you off of him by your hair and you cough letting the air back into your lungs, with your spit and his precum dribbling down your chin.  

“Bend over.”

What. 

You shake your head, “n-no, you’re not fucking me.”

He scoffs, “like I said earlier. I wasn’t asking. Bend over.” 

“I’m saying no, Sunghoon.” You start to rise from your knees but his large hand grips the back of your neck and maneuvers your body back on the ground and flat on your stomach, with him kneeling over you.  

“Sunghoon! I said no! Stop!”

He lands a harsh snack on your ass making you squeal and try to move away from him but his grip on the back of your neck is tight. He uses his free hand to jerk down your jeans and panties down to your knees exposing you to him. 

“Stop!” 

The panic in your voice makes his already painful cock twitch even more. He needs to make you cry, he has to hear it and see it. He knocks your knees apart with his and smirks seeing the strings of arousal sticking to your thighs. 

“Wow, did sucking my cock get you that horny? You’re disgusting.”

Using his free hand he runs the pads of his fingers through your slick folds smearing the arousal. You can’t stop the whimper that leaves your lips at the sensation of his warm fingers. 

He finally released the grip on the back of your neck, you scrambled to your hands and knees steadying yourself on your shaky limbs. His large hands startled you as he ran them along the length of your exposed thighs, kneading your ass and spreading your cheeks for a better look at your leaking pussy. 

“Wow, you’re really getting off on this, fucking slut.”

His hand comes down hard on your ass again, you let out another pained another yelp focusing on the heat radiating out from your stinging pain on your ass cheek. You bit your lip hard to stop the tears, you weren’t used to this type of rough treatment, and he wasn’t giving you time to catch your breath.

You could feel the prod of his cock against your thigh. He guided his tip along your thighs smearing the spit and precum on the red marked skin until he reached your entrance, hovering there as his hand spread on your lower back tapping his fingers on your spine. 

“I want you to cry.”

“I’m not going to.”

“Wanna bet, baby?”

You lifted your head, looking over your shoulder nervously at him. His eyes were darker than normal, with an almost predatory glint to them. His mouth was in a firm line watching you, waiting for your reaction. 

“Fuck you, Sunghoon.” 

He clicked his teeth and took a deep breath.

“Fine, I’ll just make you.”

He smacked your ass again and pushed inside roughly, allowing you no time to adjust as he filled you entirely. The stretch of his cock was overwhelming, he gripped your hips tightly keeping you in place as your body tried to instinctively crawl away. You dropped your head down to the dirt as you let out a pained whine. 

Don’t cry. Don’t cry. Don’t cry.

He smirks watching you hide your face, pulling his cock almost all the way out before slamming it back into you with an animalistic groan.

He continues his harsh thrusts, allowing a moment between each to jolt your body further into the ground. He moved one of his hands to the middle of your shoulder blades pressing the top half of your body more into the dirt making your lower half arch more.

Your pussy was starting to adjust to his size and you tried to hide the noises that so desperately wanted to come out. Murmuring in delight as each of his thrusts against your sensitive walls sent a sick thrill up your spine.

He scoffed at the amount of slick that was leaking out of your hole. He wanted you to enjoy this, but he wanted to enjoy it more. He let go of your hip and grabbed a fistful of your hair yanking you upward so your back was flush against his chest. He releases your hair and gripped your bruised neck and squeezes it forcing you to look up at him, your eyes were glassy, one cheek has the red imprint of his harsh slap and the other cheek covered in dirt from his forceful pushing into the ground. 

He smiles at the lewd sight and uses his other hand to trace down your stomach and down to your swollen clit as he mercilessly starts rubbing the sensitive bud. 

The overwhelming sensations have your brain going hazy, everything around you turning foggy only able to focus on the pleasure. A small sob finally breaks through and tears spill down your dirtied cheeks. He squeezes your sore throat harder and you choke out a sob, finally fully crying in front him. 

His voice sounded like he was underwater as he spoke to you, “this is all you’re good for. Just a worthless little cocksleeve.” His excitement building more seeing more pained fat tears spill down the apples of your cheeks.

He kept his strong grip on your throat, hammering into you as you helplessly bounced against him, a withdrawn moan rising as an orgasm shook you out of nowhere making your knees tremble. He feels you clench around him followed by the dripping of your release on his cock. He doesn’t stop rubbing your swollen bud. 

“Did you seriously just cum? God, you’re so fucking pathetic.” 

He grunted loudly as his motions on you never wavered after your orgasm. Your ass was burning from the hard continuous claps of his skin slamming against yours. His pace kept steady as you tried to wiggle away, it was starting to become agonizing and you sobbed harder as your pussy throbbed in overstimulation.

“H-hu-hurts..”

He laughs breathlessly and pinches your swollen clit brutally. You wail and try to move but his hand on your throat tightens again, restring more airflow from you. 

“It’s supposed to hurt, cry baby..”

The sound of your sniffling and sobbing only fueling the predatory hunger deep in his belly. He can feel his own orgasm approaching. He rubs your tender clit again causing another high pitched wail as he starts to fuck into you faster and harder jolting your body against his chest. 

Your eyes are fighting to stay open with the only noises leaving your mouth are whines and gurgles from his choking. 

With a ragged breath, he releases a hard full thrust that sends his cock slamming against your cervix, sending his cum shooting out in spurts against your womb. His cum feels heavy in your belly, almost straining.

He waits to catch his breath and let his sore cock soften before he releases his grip on you letting you fall forward into the dirt. Standing up he jerks his pants back up he takes a pack of cigarettes from his back pocket and lights one while you lay there defeated, watching his and your intermixed cum spilling from your pulsing cunt.

He snaps a quick photo on his phone before grabbing your phone and finding Sunoo’s number and dialing it.

“Hey! Where are you it’s getting late and I’m worr-“

“It’s Sunghoon.” He smiles watching your legs twitch. 

“..where is she?”

“Jake’s house, come pick her up.”

“What the fuck dude? Is she okay?!”

He takes a drag out of his cigarette and fixes your dirty jeans back on you, giving you some decency.

“She’s behind the bush near the sidewalk. She can’t walk.” He smirks and hangs up the phone tossing it next to you on the ground. 

You watch him through heavy eyelids barely able to comprehend what he’s saying, you watch him mumble something to you before smiling, patting your head and walking away. The sobs start again. 

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“So how did it go?” Jake asks, sipping his coffee looking at Sunghoon. “Yeah, did you fuck her?” Heeseung smirks.

“Of course I did.”

“How was it?” Jake grins leaning forward on the cafe table in excitement.

“Fuck.. I’m not gonna lie, her pussy was the best I ever had.”

The boys laugh and pat his back triumphantly.

“You dating her?”

“No, but her pussy will only remember my cock with how hard I dicked her down.” He smirks.

“Heeseung said the same shit, now he’s obsessed with his girl.” Jake laughed.

“What can I say? My angel is perfect.” Heeseung smiled, twirling a silver band around his pinky finger. 

“So she’s up for grabs?” Jake asks Sunghoon, while licking his bottom lip.

Sunghoon’s smile turned into a snarl and his eyes immediately hardened into an icy glare. 

“Jake. You go near her and I’ll cut your fucking dick off.”

“And you’re not dating her?” Heeseung smirked, crossing his arms. 

Jake raised his hands in defense with a sheepish grin, “message received. She’s off limits.” 

“You have your own girl to worry about Jake..speaking of which..” Sunghoon’s eyes flicker out the cafe window as he spots Jake’s step sister with Lee Felix walking hand in hand across the street. 

“Didn’t know she was dating Lee,” he gestured in their direction. Jake’s eyes follow his line of vision and a mischievous grin creeps on his soft features.

“Ah, not for long.” 

Sunghoon watches his best friend's eyes glimmer with a familiar possessive glint. 

“Do what you need to man, take what's yours.” Heeseung smiled, leaning forward on the table with a predatory glint in his eyes. 

Jake smirked looking back at his two friends, keeping his voice low but with a playful hint to it. “Well, what kind of step brother would I be to let my step sister date such a loser.”

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A/N: This is shorter than the others, only because after Jake's and Jay's parts there will be a part two of Crybaby!

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a very indulgent exploration of what could've, should've been...

Don't Worry Darling (SPIN-OFF) - Masterlist, Author’s Notes & Warnings / alternatively, read on wattpad

Part One (word count: 6.2k)

“... Jack? Excuse me, Jack? Is that really you?”

The man reluctantly stopped in his tracks and turned around, recognizing the woman but having forgotten her name. “Oh… hi there, uhm…?”

“Emma. It’s Emma. You remember me, right?”

“Yeah, you’re, uhm… you used to work at the hospital…”

Emma approached him, noting he wasn’t keen on breaching the gap himself. Poor fellow, she thought. He looked a mess. She was surprised she’d even recognized him. “Oh, I’m still at the hospital! How are you, Jack? You know, we’re all worried about you. Why didn’t you take us up on our offer, hm? We’d have loved to help you any way we could… It can’t have been easy. Gloria told us she came over once with a home cooked casserole but no one answered the door. She assumed you’d moved. Which is good, we thought. But we couldn’t get a hold of you, you must’ve also changed your number…”

Jack wasn’t really making eye contact. His gaze downcast, a hoodie atop of a beanie on his head and an oversized, worn out puffer jacket that almost swallowed him up. He looked very poorly even hidden behind all that. His facial hair unkempt, as was his hair tucked underneath his beanie, seemingly longer strands of it all messy and straw-like peeking out. His glasses loose at his temples. His face was hollow cheeked and she really feared he wasn’t looking after himself properly at all. But what really stood out to her was the bouquet of flowers he was carrying.

“Yeah… I moved out of there. Too many memories.”

“Those were her favourite… pink roses,” she mused. “You miss her so, don’t you, Jack? You can’t even bear talking to me about her, you poor man, even after all this time… What must you be going through… do you– agh. This is so insensible of me to even ask. Forgive me. But if it’s any consolation, us at the hospital haven’t given up hope. We still think she’s out there, somewhere, our Alice…”

Jack cleared his throat and took a step back. “I should get going…”

“Of course. Do take care of yourself, Jack. And if you ever want to reach out, you know where to find us. Take all the time you need.”

“Thank you,...” he stammered a bit, not knowing what else to say. He walked for a while in the wrong direction, just in case the nosy woman decided to follow him. 

He hadn’t moved. That would’ve been near impossible, and since he managed to dodge the bullet while the police were sniffing around for the longest time, he figured there wasn’t any reason to do so anymore. But he couldn’t have her know that, which is why he never answered the door to the other woman with the casserole either. 

After making sure she wasn’t following him, he resumed his walk home. He wished he could find some type of work from home. He’d be saving so much time and money on the commute, plus he’d always be there, which was quite imperative, all things considered.

What if there was a power outage? The one time that’d happened, there’d been dire consequences. Consequences he hadn’t had to endure. And he simply couldn’t allow that to happen again.

There were so many things that could go wrong while he wasn’t home.

Plus, if he worked remote he could take on a full shift. As it was, he had to work part-time, which wasn’t nearly enough to make ends meet. But the commute and all the prep he had to do were taking up too much time, time he didn’t want to waste here.

Finally arriving home, he made sure to secure the front door- the lock and all 3 of the bolts. 

Checking the computer screen, he only had 40 minutes left. The woman had made him late, what with all the detours he had to make to be sure she wasn’t following him.

Canned tuna it was, then. Again. No time for cooking. Not that he had much in the fridge anyway. 

He always felt antsy between the time he got back home and logging in. He wanted to get everything done and out of the way as soon as possible- cooking, laundry, cleaning (more like tidying up, the apartment was far from clean even by his standards), everything on autopilot, peeking at the computer screen every now and then to make sure he didn’t miss his log-in window.

With 20 minutes to spare, that was his que. 

“Oh!” He rushed back to the kitchen to retrieve the flowers, then using the keys that he wore on a chain around his neck for safekeeping, he unbolted yet another set of locks on the bedroom door. 

There she was. 

His heart always swelled in his chest seeing her there, safe and sound. Everyday day, without fail, a sigh of relief escaped his lips once he entered the bedroom. He’d probably never stop worrying while he was away for work.

“Darling, I… miss you all the time…” he hummed the lyrics to a song he used to sing to her often, placing the flowers in a vase by the bed. “Got you flowers, your favourite! Even that pesky Emma from the hospital remembers they’re your favourite. You’re so loved, hm? My precious girl.” He sat on the edge of the bed and reached to caress her supple cheek. “But I love you the most.”

Jack knew he did. Who else would do all this for her? Nobody! He tended after her, emptied out her waste bags as well as checked the respective connecting catheters were secure in place, cleaned her up, all without so much as wrinkling his nose. He replaced the IV, taking note that there was some bruising on that arm so he made sure to switch, he removed her compressive socks and massaged her limbs thoroughly before putting them back on, even made sure to hydrate her lips though she was getting all her nutrients through her IV, hell- he thought of everything. He did it all for her happily, and would do much more if needed. 

She’d done so much for them, too. 

She still did!

But long gone were the days where he’d see her come home from back to back shifts at the hospital, with barely any time to get some sleep in before she had to head back, all because she had to support the both of them all while paying off her student loans. 

Medschool was so expensive. Had he met her before he’d have talked her out of that career path. He’d have talked her out of any career! No. That was his job. He was the caretaker. He was the breadwinner. It’d been like that since the beginning of time. It was only natural for the man to provide. The fact that she’d had to for all that time had been killing him, every day that he had to sit at home and wait for her to get back from the hospital only to see her defeated, exhausted, drained beyond belief. 

Resident doctors were paid shit but strung out to the max. Especially surgeons. 

Meanwhile, Jack had struggled to find a job for the longest time. Unlike her, he hadn’t gone to college, let alone university. His parents couldn’t afford it at the time and he knew better than to tie himself up in student loans. He’d had odd jobs but nothing really ever stuck. He had no real skills, and every entry job demanded some form of higher education nowadays.

Plus, someone had to do house chores, cook and clean. And they couldn’t afford help. 

It’d been eating him up inside. It was all backwards! 

All up until he’d met someone online and got to talking over a game of World of Warcraft. This guy swore up and down about this dark web programme he’d found, but it was all very hush-hush, and Jack had to put in some serious gameplay time until he managed to extricate the info out of him.

The guy was very paranoid about telling him and even used a code system for what to look up. Jack took the lead and before long, he fell down the rabbit hole of what he now knew to be the Victory Project.

He got so immersed trying to digest all this new info being thrown his way all of a sudden that he nearly got caught listening to one of the podcasts when she’d gotten home from the hospital one day. He’d even forgotten to call the plumber. Boy- had that pissed her off.

She was already on edge all the time. Never had any time for him anyway- but if she got upset over silly little things she shut him out completely. 

He felt emasculated. Rejected. Reduced to a housewife.

Jack smirked to himself, as he tended to her whilst pondering all that. Securing the straps back around her wrists he mused at how things had changed. “I fixed it for us, I told you I would. Now you’re the one who’s waiting for me just as we speak. And I don’t even come home to you in scrubs, do I? No, I come home to you all handsome, suit and tie and ready to get my fill of you. Never too tired for you, am I darling? You’re such a great cook, god knows my mouth waters just thinking of all you’ve slaved over for us to feast on, but all I wanna do is feast on you instead. Aren’t you lucky?”

Jack watched her expressionless eyes for a moment as if waiting for her to answer him back, and promptly remembered to apply her eye drops, noticing they looked extra blood-shot than normal. He then finally got comfy in bed next to her. He couldn’t wait a moment longer. He was hard already just in anticipation of the way she’d excitedly open the door for him. The door to their lavish home, and their extravagant life together that he’d earned for the two of them. Him. 

He fixed the device around his own eyes and turned it on, taking her hand in his. 

“Welcome to the Victory Project. There are currently 72 active users.”

Nothing beat this. The pleasant, warm afternoon air sweeping through his perfectly coiffed hair as he rushed to get home to her from the Victory Headquarters. Here, the weather was always perfect… whereas, in the apartment, he had to keep the heating on a lower setting, the bill was ridiculous during the colder months. He always had to wear layers and layers, but not in the bedroom- no, he kept a radiator in there. All for her. He had to switch it off for safety reasons while he was away at work but it wasn’t like she was aware of her surroundings anyway! All the more reasons why he had to find something remote so he could work from home and clear up all these little things that bugged him about the whole arrangement. 

But he didn’t want to think about all that, not while he was here. No, here, those problems didn’t exist. This was his preferred reality, this was what he chose to believe was real. All the rest was just a means to an end.

He could feel all his exhaustment leave his body the closer he got to the house. He seldom wondered why she couldn’t have done the same for him coming back from the hospital. Why she couldn’t just leave all that baggage at the door and be glad to be home, back to him, where he waited for her like a lovesick puppy with separation anxiety.

He knew the answer to that now, of course, and that was all Frank’s merit- the brain behind this whole thing. He’d listened to his podcasts for a long while before he enrolled into the program. There was no way she could ever respect him within their given dynamic at the time. The roles were reversed and she couldn’t allow herself to be a woman to her man.

He’d fixed it, though, and boy, had Frank been right.

Every day, without fail, he knocked on the door coming home from work and there she was- all smiles and carefree and so eager to please him, in any way he saw fit. All because she respected him now. He was the man of the house, he was the breadwinner, he put a roof over her head, he got her all her little heart desired and kept her satisfied and happy. 

Which is why when nobody answered the door he was a bit taken aback.

Using his key that he’d rarely ever had to use himself to unlock the door, he let himself in and carefully inspected the silent house.

He knew, realistically, that there was no way something could’ve gone wrong- there was no crime in Victory. No one had broken into their home. But still, he searched the house tentatively. “Alice?”

Everything was spotless, and most striking of all, he couldn’t smell a trace of the homecooked meal he’d so been looking forward to. That tuna was enough to sustain his physical body, but not his large appetite.

Reaching the bedroom, he furrowed his brows with worry upon finding her… sleeping. Passed out on the bed, clad in her street clothes. She’d seemingly come back home from town exhausted and must’ve stretched her bones a bit by the looks of it. 

He contemplated waking her up. Maybe crawling between her thighs and having her gasp awake at the feel of him lapping languidly at her folds. He loved waking her up like that, and she did too. She loved being loved on, and Jack absolutely loved pleasuring her. She was so much more responsive, so much more sensitive to his touch, he could pleasure her over and over for hours on end. Probably ‘cause of all the practice he was having on a regular basis. And maybe he adjusted some settings regarding his stamina while creating his profile too, but at the end of the day, why not? He did it for her. All of this was for her!

Jack grunted to himself before closing the door to the bedroom so he wouldn’t perturb her sleep, deciding last minute to forgo his initial plans. Funny he’d been reminiscing about how things used to be just in time for this to happen all of a sudden.

It must’ve been a glitch in the system or something. This wasn’t in line with what he’d designed for themselves. Here, they were never tired, ill or imperfect in any way. Jack made a mental note to look into this after he logged out.

In the meanwhile- he’d never tried his hand at cooking here, where presumably he’d be a lot better at it than he was in reality. 

Just like with everything else.

*

Alice blinked her eyes awake. She took in her surroundings and hesitantly stood up on the bed in the dark room, letting her sight adjust. 

How did she get back here? Not here, here. She had an inkling of how she’d managed that- but back to the house, from the Headquarters. She couldn’t remember making the trek back.

Maybe she didn’t have to.

Maybe this was the default setting she woke up to everytime after entering… the simulation. Because, what else was this if not that?!

How long was she out of it? Judging by the darkness surrounding her, a good few hours. Perking her ears up, she could hear music- so Jack was home too.

She cradled her knees to her chest, trying to let it all sink in. She hadn’t had time to properly digest what had happened, in her unconscious state.

Hell, she was surprised she could even remember.

But this explained it… explained all the fuzzy deja vu-like flashbacks she kept having. Explained her brain fog and all the things she just couldn’t follow through in her train of thought. Explained why she sometimes couldn’t account for most of her day until Jack came home from work, almost as if she’d been on auto-pilot. 

Explained all the vivid “dreams”. 

They weren’t fanciful dreams, idealistic wishes of a progressive feminist world for which she’d gotten shock therapy at the Victory’s doctor’s orders.

They were her memories.

Waking up tied down to that bed… her own bed, from another life, had been traumatic, but she clearly was still in shock to be so calm about it. 

She hadn’t been calm initially of course- not when she couldn’t move her arms or blink her eyes shut. 

She’d managed to slip out of the confines, her wrists weak and frail and barely recognizable, yanking her IV out of her vein by accident- she hadn’t even known it was there!, all in an effort to get those things that forced her eyes open off of her face.

She’d been hysteric. Tried to muffle her own screams, because she didn’t know who was around to hear them. Tried to calm herself down, but the more she noticed, the more she hyperventilated. Like the fact that had both urinary and rectal catheters sticking out of her. Then she noticed how emaciated she looked, almost like she couldn’t even recognize her own body. She couldn’t feel her limbs, she felt numb and achy all over, bruises all across her skin from sitting still for so long. Her throat was hoarse, she couldn’t really scream that loud even if she wanted to.

She’d fumbled out of bed and immediately collapsed to the floor. She was too weak to stand, and she prayed she hadn’t broken any bones in her fall. She sat there crying in a fetal position for god knows how long, thinking of all the fractures she’d fixed in the OR, and all her knowledge that had gone to waste. 

All her life that had gone to waste!

This room, this bedroom- her old life came back to her in a flash, flooding all her senses. It felt like everything was finally clicking into place, and despite how miserable and utterly devastated she felt, it was a relief to finally figure it out. 

With the way nobody came rushing into the bedroom, she knew she was alone. Unless Jack was at this computer, headphones on– oh god. She felt her mind split into two trying to reconcile the fact that these two very different men were one and the same!

She was alone strapped to the bed- which could only mean one thing. He wasn’t constrained like she was. He hadn’t been forced into this. Unless they were being kept separate… both victims of this sick mindfuck. 

Because… surely– surely Jack couldn’t be behind this.

… Could he?

Scrambling for the door, determined to get some answers, she reached for the doorknob.

When she couldn’t get it to open, she mustered up all her strength to stand up- but still- it was no use. It was locked. And with the way it felt it looked like the door had been tampered with, bolted shut from the outside, not just locked. 

She was trapped. A prisoner in her own home. She eyed the windows next and even if by some miracle they weren’t bolted shut too- she knew she was too weak to try and use the fire escape. She’d surely succumb to her death trying to evade. She needed a plan- a better plan.

Her brain was scurrying to come up with something-anything, all the while dry heaving at the sight of her waste bags still attached to her by those catheters and the overall stale smell of the room, but she knew that with how dehydrated she was, vomiting would take her out completely at that point. She head to keep it together, had to–

She’d heard what she recognized to be the front door. Her blood froze in her veins. She didn’t know who it was, she had no idea who was behind all this. She had no clue where Jack was, if he even was part of this– her heart told her no, he couldn’t have, but at this point she had no way of knowing what was real or not, let alone what this all meant.

She couldn’t risk being found conscious. She was clearly being kept in a comatose state, treated as one such patient at least, and the fact that she’d woken up from that induced state was definitely not intended to happen.

She remembered what had happened before she woke up like this- she’d reached the infamous, off limits Victory Headquarters. Because a plane had crashed in that direction, and the trolley driver didn’t believe her nor wanted to take her there!

She’d made the trek all the way there… it’d taken her ages, in the scorching sun- and finally, finally, she’d reached the imposing building, in hopes of finding some help or at least some answers at that point!

Next thing she knew, she’d woken up strapped to this bed. Her bed, in her old bedroom, from her old life that had been stolen away from her!

She needed to gather as much information as possible, and the only way she could do that was to get back into that bed and pretend she never came to.

There was no other way.

She hurried as best she could, barely making it back to the bed, made sure she was laid out in the same outstretched position. By some miracle, the catheters were still in place, their respective bags on the floor by the foot of the bed. The hardest part was fixing whatever that contraption was over her face and around her eyes. It dug deep into her flesh and she remembered to wipe any traces of tears from her face when new ones began rolling down her face. She was surprised her body could even produce them with how parched she felt. She then inserted the needle back into her bruised vein– which was sure to get infected at this rate, whoever was doing this to her was amateur at best, or they didn’t much care to keep her alive. She didn’t know which prospect was worse. She slipped her wrists back through the strap loops, hoping it wouldn’t be obvious she’d gotten them a bit loose when she struggled her way out of them. 

And then she’d waited. And waited. And waited. All the while a bright red light scanned her eyeballs systematically, no doubt whatever was used to induce her into that trance or whatever it was that created the optimal parameters for the alternate reality to take place. She couldn’t even wrap her mind around it. She couldn’t even begin to understand how it worked- all she knew was that it was all too real to be just a dream. No. That was a controlled environment. The world simulation came to her again.

Her whole body froze as she’d heard the lock, then what she counted to be 3 other bolts on the bedroom door. She could only see directly above her, and that barely- but she could hear him when he came in. 

Smell him, even. 

And it wasn’t the smell of expensive cologne she’d grown used to, but a more familiar smell. A smell that felt more real, more ingrained in her subconscious- that of clothes he’d dug out of the laundry hamper to wear a few more times when everything else was too dirty even for his own standards, mixed with canned tuna and the faintest amount of deodorant that did nothing to mask the fact that he’d skipped showering for a day or two.

Her heart sank when she heard him hum to himself the song that had been stuck in her mind for ages- the one she’d been humming herself but couldn’t remember where she knew it from. This is where she knew it from. It’d been their song, in a way, a song he’d made up just for her.

“Darling, I… miss you all the time… Got you flowers, your favourite! Even that pesky Emma from the hospital remembers they’re your favourite. You’re so loved, hm? My precious girl.” She felt him sit on the edge of the bed and tried her best not to flinch when he leaned in to caress her cheek. “But I love you the most.”

She could feel her eyes well up with tears. Tears she couldn’t even blink away. 

He then started tending to her and she mustered up all of her willpower not to lurch at him when he’d gotten her out of her restraints- she knew she was no match for him, not in her weakened state by any means.

He was doing this to her. It was him! All while declaring his love for her. She felt her heart break into a million pieces, all the while forcing herself not to make any movements and break her cover. Not even when he cleaned her with wet wipes up and checked the catheters, emptying the waste bags. God- she wished she was dead. For a while she zoned out completely, much like rape victims. She just let it happen to her, dissociating from her body completely, mentally checking out.

He’d eventually poured what must’ve been eyedrops into her sockets and that brought her back to reality. Whatever reality was anymore…

And then… to her utter shock, she felt him get in bed next to her. The familiar clank of the device she’d placed back onto herself could be heard and she realized he was putting on the same headgear. 

He was… joining her? He was willingly putting himself through this? Sure, he wasn’t forced into it against his will, there was nobody strapping himself to the bed, nobody feeding him through an IV and treating him like a comatose patient.

But he was entering the simulation the same way she was. Through that headgear.

Is this what he did everyday while he was “at work”? Was this the infamously secret Victory Project that she couldn’t even ask him about- exiting that alternate reality and coming back here?

She heard him switch it on and then the whole room went dark before a projector of sorts played a familiar black and white scene on the ceiling, above the bed. She felt him interlace his fingers with hers and she was done for- she couldn’t fight it. Whatever this was, it was working fast, making her slip into unconsciousness almost immediately.

Followed directly after by her waking up in her other bedroom. Unrestrained. Nothing to force her eyes open. Clean. Rejuvenated even.

But scared shitless.

Traumatised.

Heartbroken.

She didn’t know how long she stood there, trying to make sense of it all in the darkness. Thankful to be able to move freely, thankful to feel like her old self, but well aware that it was all an illusion, that her real self was held hostage somewhere god knows where. Helpless, frail and alone.

She felt conflicted. Why was he doing this?! Why had he done this to her? She’d heard him say he loved her most. Heard he’d brought her flowers, even though she couldn’t even see them. Felt him tend to her, he was doing a lousy job at it but was keeping her alive and she could tell he was trying his best, being gentle, careful, thoughtful even when the reality was he didn’t have to. Not when, for all he knew, she was unconscious. 

This was insanity. 

There was no other explanation. No other justification. She understood the nuances- could see why this was- on paper- a better life. But it was fake! And most of all, it wasn’t her choice!

She’d been forced into it, against her will, without her even being aware of it! Her life had been robbed away from her. Her family, her friends, her hard work. The only common denominator… was Jack.

She didn’t know how to go about it, but if there was any chance of her escaping, she had to play dumb and pretend she knew nothing.

She wasn’t sure how she could face him knowing what she did, but she had to. She had to buy time, enough time until she could put her plan into motion. 

She didn’t know if she’d succeed, but she had to try. She had to. She had to escape, claim her life back, good or bad.

She got off the bed, marvelling at how strong and healthy she felt, as opposed to how she’d collapsed on the floor in her real body. That alone emboldened her, she had to go face the music.

And face the music she did. Jack had put a record on, blasting it at high volume with little consideration to her being asleep. No surprises there.

But as she approached the kitchen, she took in the sight of him… cooking. Or, trying to cook. 

Apparently, you couldn’t tweak everything in this alternate reality. Or maybe he didn’t care to fumble with his cooking skills. Because he’d definitely perfected some of his other skills–

“You’re awake!... I didn’t have time to set the table.”

“What’s going on?” She watched him scurry around the kitchen, trying to do a dozen things at once and failing. 

“Well, I’m making you dinner. Now, we were supposed to have five courses. Unfortunately, I think we’re down to about three.” 

She took note of the mess, especially the way something was about to catch on fire on the stove.

“That– don’t look at that. That course is officially off the menu.”

That’s when it clicked in her brain– the fucker had switched up his accent! He had a British accent here! Oh, she could laugh if she didn’t feel like murdering him. She reminded herself it wouldn’t be the real him she’d be murdering, though. No, for all she knew if she harmed him in any way here, she might end up trapped inside this simulation forever if her plan failed. Or until her real body died, with no one to tend for it, even as poorly as he was, in the real world.

She had to thread carefully. “What happened?”

“I got a little aggressive with the seasoning.”

“How long have you been home?”

“Uh, a few hours.” He proceeded to make even more of a mess in his attempt to jump from one dish to the next. “Okaaay. Nope. Don’t look at that. That’s– Okay, so I’m making that roast, you know the one you made for my birthday? Only with a few changes…”

“I was here when you got here?” 

“Yeah. Asleep in the bedroom. Do you put carrots in a roast?”

“How did I get home?” That was a reasonable question. Last thing she knew of this reality was she’d reached the Headquarters. She needed to know if anyone knew about it.

“Trolley, I think.”

“Wait, so he came out and got me?!”

“Who are you talking about?”

“Jack, I got off the trolley. I saw a plane crash.”

“Alice, I think I would’ve heard if there was a plane crash.”

“No, Jack, I saw it…”

“They tend to be rather loud…”

“... and I started walking–”

“–and hard to miss.”

It was dawning on her that she wasn’t going to milk any info on this out of him. He was going to pretend the plane never crashed, of course, whatever that even meant for this simulation. Or maybe the plane crashing was only visible to her version of this altered reality. She couldn’t know for sure. But he seemed unconcerned otherwise. She didn’t think he knew she’d gone there. She really must’ve re-entered right back into the bedroom, after all, she, along with all the other women, were never meant to go up there, the Headquarters were off-limits.

Meaning that was probably from where the men entered. Since they were the only ones who came and left. The women were probably all bound to their own respective beds back in the real world, they were never meant to leave the simulation. It made sense why she’d found herself back in the house- where she belonged. And it made sense if that was where the man entered and exited since that’s where they all allegedly went everyday for “work”.

Her heart sank at the realization that it was highly probable that all the other women were victims, just like her. Unless everything and everyone else was a simulation around them.

“Hey. Are you okay?”

She tried not to flinch when Jack finally noticed she’d zoned out whilst trying to process all of this, and touched her shoulder, taking a better look at her.

“No…I don’t know–I’m not…”

Before she could react, he pulled her into his arms. That smell of expensive cologne hit her again, overriding the smell of stale clothes and canned tuna from her recent memory. And his embrace felt so familiar, so comforting, that for a moment she allowed herself to pretend like this was the person she knew to love her. The person she couldn’t wait to come back home from work everyday. The person that made her smile and laugh and moan and cry tears of happiness. She knew him well, she loved him with all her heart. And she was reluctant to accept that this man was the same that was keeping her strapped against the bed. Because that was the reality of it. 

But this version of Jack that was holding her felt so real as well…

“I had a really weird dream. A really weird dream…”

“I’m sorry.”

Her heart sank. Was he, sorry? She buried her face deeper into his chest and held her breath, stifling a sob as tears flooded her eyes immediately. She wanted to break down in his arms and ask him why he’d done this. She wanted to give him a chance to explain himself. Wanted for him to somehow, magically, make it all better.

But she knew there was no way for him to do it. There was nothing he could say or do to justify what he’d done to her, even if his intentions didn’t seem as evil as they truly were to him.

Because she knew Jack. She knew he’d probably convinced himself somehow that this was the only way out of the miserable life they were living- and be it as it were, it was her life! He’d had no right to steal it from her like that. 

“Do you know what weird dreams make me? Hungry.” He fed her a carrot he was holding jokingly then turned her around as she chewed absentmindedly, her mind racing, still taking in the reality of what her life was. Or the alternate reality, more like it.

Jack cupped her face, searching her eyes and declared solemnly, “Alice, I want to be honest with you about something.”

She almost choked on the carrot she was chewing on. Was he–

“I don’t think these mashed potatoes are gonna work.”

She swallowed, a bitter taste in her mouth at her naivete. “That’s because you need to boil them first, baby…”

“I knew it… I knew there was a step missing. Such an idiot,” he smiled bashfully.

She laughed at that. A manic laugh, but he didn’t seem to notice. Not at how incompetent he was at such a basic life skill- who the hell tries to mash raw potatoes?!- but at how hopeful she’d been for a moment there, believing he was about to confess everything just like that, out of the blue.

“Let me put a pot on…”

“No, no, no–”

“Come on, let me–”

“Make us some drinks. Relax.” He pulled her out of the kitchen and into the lounge, declaring “I am your chef tonight!”

Lord knew she desperately needed a drink at this point, so she sighed heavily, getting to it, when he stopped her in her tracks, “hey!”

“Hm?”

“You love me?”

She swallowed the lump in her throat. She replied like she used to, back in the real world. Something she didn’t remember ever doing here, but it just came to her by reflex now that her memory of her past life had come back to her fully. And for some reason that she couldn’t explain, she meant it, still. “The most.”

Jack seemed pleased with her answer, and resumed his ‘cooking’. Alice turned to the whiskey bottle and downed two doubles, one after the other. 

How was she ever going to get free when her stupid heart had meant what she said?

She couldn’t allow herself to be fooled by this false reality any longer. Couldn’t allow to slip into his arms again and pretend he loved her when this was anything but love. 

So she waited. Waited until he fell asleep that night (thankfully all the “cooking” had seemingly tired him out and he didn’t try anything)- praying this meant he was truly asleep.

Got dressed, tiptoed out of the house and geared up for a long journey to the Headquarters. She couldn’t risk taking the car and waking him or the neighbours up, alerting them with this unusual behaviour. There weren't any trolleys late at night by any means- everyone was sound asleep.

Everyone but her.

She was no longer asleep.

A/N: i've been meaning to get to this for the longest while! hopefully it scratches some itches we've been left with. i had fun writing this first part. more to come 👀

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[withleeknow]

how he would take care of you during shark week. ⤷ chan / minho / changbin / hyunjin / jisung / felix / seungmin / jeongin

pairing: seungmin x f!reader genre/warnings: established relationship, fluff; menstruation pain, he's a softie !!! (@seungminiuniverse kindly perish <3)

as always, i’d appreciate any thoughts or comments you may have, and please drop a like and/or reblog if you enjoy reading ♡

main masterlist / blurb masterlist / ko-fi

seungmin, who instantly regrets his teasing jab ten seconds after it leaves his mouth. "tired already?" he pretends to scoff when you tug on his sleeve and stop in your tracks just fifteen minutes into your mini hike, "you're such a princess."

he expects a witty comeback from you in return, but when nothing comes, he turns around, and the playful smile on his face drops instantly at the sight of your face, your jaw clenched tightly and about a dozen shades paler than you were mere minutes ago.

"hey, hey, what's wrong?" he's crowding you in a blink of an eye, one hand tilting your head up to look at him while the other settles on your waist. "you okay?"

"i..." the pain shoots through your stomach again, cementing a furrow between your brows and a frown on your lips. "can we sit down for a few minutes?"

on a nearby bench, your hand grips his tightly like a lifeline as your head rests upon his shoulder. it's a hot day outside, with the sun glaring down at you like a punishment, but for some reason you welcome the added warmth of his body next to yours, despite the thin layer of sweat that you can feel beading on your forehead and along the side of your neck.

you'd opted not to take your painkillers earlier, thinking they wouldn't be necessary since you didn't experience any discomfort. now here you are, looking absolutely miserable on a wooden bench under very limited shade, next to your boyfriend who glares at any passerby who looks at you weirdly.

seungmin, who starts carrying around things you may need ever since that little mishap. painkillers and extra pads are with him everywhere he goes, even though he doesn't tell you that. he just keeps them with him in case you need them.

seungmin, who eases up on the playful banter because he knows you don't have as much energy to deal with his obnoxious ass.

seungmin, who is never vocal about his fondness for you; words of affirmation isn't his love language after all. but every month without fail, he shows you his love through the little things he does. quietly sliding your favorite chocolate bar and a steaming mug of tea next to your laptop while you work. ordering your comfort food even though you said he didn't have to, that it's his turn to get whatever he wants to eat, but he just insists that he's got a sudden craving. gently rubbing your stomach even after you've dozed off so you could sleep better. in the morning, when he has to leave before you wake up, he puts a heating pad by your belly to replace his warmth.

seungmin, who's got his eyes on you at all times, on high alert for any sign of discomfort on your face, but still diverts his gaze just as quickly if you happen to catch him looking.

seungmin, who isn't overly physically affectionate either, but for some reason, during that one week every month, he amps it up for you. a brush of his hand on your back when he passes by your desk. a peck to your forehead or your hair when you're preparing to go to work or when you're getting ready for bed. squeezing his arms around you just a few degrees tighter when you give him a kiss in greeting after a tiresome day. it's subtle; he's still giving you space to go through your own motions, but he's letting you know that he's there if you need him.

all rights reserved © withleeknow. reposting, translating and/or modifying is not permitted by any means. [posted 03.05.2024]

[intoanotherworld23]

Intoxicating Touch

Summary: you were Chris’s favorite drink, and he got drunk so quickly off of your touch

Warnings: mdni 18+, mature context, explicit sexual content, unprotected sex, dom Chris Evans, praise kink, spanking, overstimulation, dirty talk

A/N: I haven’t written for Chris Evans in a hot minute and it’s been long overdue so I hope y’all enjoy! I owe this one for @rogersbarber since they always checked in on me, and have been patiently waiting for me to write for him again! Reblogs and comments are encouraged and appreciated always support your fanfic writers! Also, my Chris Evans tag list is still open so feel free to join! Thanks! XOXO

Hall of Hunks

Chris Evans was the epitome of sex. Fucking you cruelly pounding your tight hole with no mercy whatsoever. His tight grip on your body was sure to leave marks almost like you were a canvas for him to draw on. Cries of pleasure leaving your lips calling out only his name.

"That feel good sweetheart?" He hisses directly into your ear as a hand comes down on your backside. A jolt coursing through your body at the impact making him snicker. Encouraging him to spank you again and again until he could see the outline of his handprint on your skin.

"Mmmm it feels good." Nodding your head as you turned your cheek to lay against the marble table that you were currently bent over. Lost in the intoxicating bliss of his touch your mind in a whole other world.

“That’s it baby fuck yourself against my cock.” He encouraged when he noticed you started to back your hips back to meet his. Keeping himself still for a few minutes and let you have control for a little bit. Loving to see this side of you that would come out of nowhere.

Tears glistening in your eyes as he pushed his hips harder against you your body being pushed forward on the table. Breasts rubbing against the table sending shivers down your spine. His lips warm and eager as they trailed across your shoulder leaving a trail of saliva across your skin.

"You're incredibly tight baby." His deeps voice drips with praise as his thrusts quicken. Moving your hands in front of you splayed out as you gripped the end of the table. “Don’t know how much longer I can keep going.”

Thick warm hands gripping your flesh as he squeezed the fat in the palm of his hands. Relishing in the softness of your curves. If there was one thing Chris loved it was to always be touching you. Watching as goosebumps would appear on your skin when he touched a certain spot.

"Oh my god." You whimpered closing your eyes shut as the senses started to overwhelm you, and you could feel the heat swarming your body. Feeling the stretch of your walls every time he pushed himself all the way into your gut.

Sex with Chris was always mind blowing, and definitely had you feeling sore for several days. He knew all the right places to touch, and right words to say. Chris knew your body inside and out even when you think he didn’t he could surprise you by awakening a new kink. He was adventurous and just wanting to explore new horizons with you.

“Use that pretty mouth and tell me how good it feels.” He demands as he stills his hips his voice laced with a mocking tone. The words stuck in the back of your throat as you struggled to speak any words.

“Come on baby, tell me how good I’m fucking this cunt.” Pulling back then slamming his body straight into yours with full force a scream leaving your lips.

“It feels so fucking good Chris.” Relentlessly pushing and pulling you back until all you could muster was gasps and whimpers.

Chris always thought you looked the most beautiful with makeup smeared down your face, and a glazed over look in your eyes. If he could take a picture of your face every time he would have enough to make a book describing each moment.

“I know you’re so close sweetheart.” He cooed as he leaned forward his chest pressed to your back kissing under your ear sucking on the flesh nibbling down hard enough to make you cry out. Reaching a hand between your bodies slithering his way to your swollen clit. Rubbing the nub in rhythmic circles alongside his thrusting. The feeling was becoming overwhelming as your head started to spin and your vision was becoming blurry.

“‘M right there baby let go. Wanna feel that creamy cunt cum around me.” Grunting and growling like a wild animal as he could feel himself getting closer. Your moans and whimpers getting louder as your knees started to buckle making it harder to stay still.

“Come on you know that’s all I want.” He begged as you recognized the familiar clench of your stomach around his length. Using the table to keep yourself propped up entire body going limp. Tummy sagging from the intensity and pure exhaustion as you just continued to lay there. Legs shaking as he fucks you with reckless drive.

Large hands palming the rounds of your ass as he uses you as leverage. Flesh of your ass cheeks jiggling and sticking to his thighs as the coil in your stomach becomes painfully tight. A low arch to your spine as he plunged deep inside your guts and hit that sweet spot.

“Fuck me that’s it I’m cumming I’m gonna cum in that sweet cunt of yours.” You whine with various cries his cock twitching aggressively inside of you.

A sharp gasp escapes him as he can feel you clenching your tight walls around him a warm liquid flood around his cock. Keeping still as he squirts his seed in your raw cunt some of it leaking out and dripping down your thighs. The feeling was ticklish but your legs trembled with ferocity that you didn’t care.

It was as if someone turned on the hose as he pulled out swiftly watching yours and his fluids descend to the ground. In awe that you were able to hold that much inside your stuffy and swollen cunt. Keeping hold of your body and he helped ease you through your long orgasm. A sheen of sweat glistening your body like a diamond.

“Fucked that delicious cunt so good.” He proudly stated as you tried to involuntarily push that last of the milky substance from your body. Licking your dry lips trying to obtain some type of moisture.

“So proud of you my sweet girl. You did so good for me.” Praising as he now rubbed his hands up and down your sides soothingly this time. Such sweet words had you weakly smile as your eyes started to grow heavy. Thinking it was over but mistaken when you felt the soft push of his swollen head into your throbbing cunt.

“And I need more.” He growls.

[reiderwriter]

reiderwriter 5k writing challenge

hello, my lovelies, and thank you so much for 5k followers~♡ it's been just under a year since I started writing on here, and it's been so fun interacting with everyone and writing for Spencer and the other members of the BAU team! I was a bit unprepared for some of my other milestones and threw some stuff together last minute for them, but I've been thinking about a writing challenge for a while and I finally decided to do it!

Please note: This is a writing challenge! All the prompts below are meant to inspire you to write your own fics and not as prompt requests for me. I hope you can use them as a starting point to write~♡

The theme for the challenge is:

daydreams and shooting stars`☆

There are two sets of prompts to choose from! The daydreams' prompts are based on classic fanfiction tropes that we know and live, and the shooting stars prompts are based on the zodiac signs. There are 12 prompts in each list, and you're welcome to mix and match prompts as you like! Maybe you'd like to combine your star sign with your favourite trope, or two particularly match well, or if you like a single prompt, you can just write for that. I don't mind if the fic is only very loosely based on the prompt, too, do whatever you'd like!

The writing challenge will run up until my 1 year writing anniversary, July 27th, so you have plenty of time to get your fics in! I'll be reblogging all the entries, and at the end, I'll add them to a recommendation list! Be sure to tag @reiderwriter in your fic, or use the hashtag #reidersdaydreams or #reidersshootingstars in your tags! I'll be tracking both~♡ You can submit as many entries as you like!

Rules for submissions will be at the end. Please read them before submitting~♡

without further ado, here are the prompt lists~☆

DAYDREAMS

ONLY ONE BED - a true classic in the sense that I will be reading only one bed fics down to the second I take my last breath. Feel free to invert this to "too many beds," or even "no beds at all, but somehow we're still cuddling," either way, I will read it and likely enjoy it greatly.

GRUMPY X SUNSHINE - which character is grumpy, which character is sunshine? my favourite grumpy x sunshine dynamics are the gloomy character trying their best to become more sunny after a tough life 🫡

FAKE DATING - we, in the criminal minds fandom, have written possibly every undercover mission possible to make our characters make out, but I'm coming in as a simple woman to ask - please do it again 🫶

OH. OH. - the plot revelations! Give me them! The sudden moments of clarity! I'm a fan, goddammit.

IDIOTS IN LOVE - there is nothing better than two huge dumbasses falling head over heels in love with each other in an "aw shucks" kind of way. Also, I'm an idiot, representation matters.

ALTERNATE UNIVERSE - coffee shop AU? Soulmate AU? HANAHAKI AU? If someone could please un- or re- traumatise my favourite characters I will be eternally grateful

SECRET IDENTITY - give the character their Emily Prentiss Lauren Reynolds moment, or just make them dress like a clown for like 30 minutes. Both count.

MUTUAL PINING - This harkens back to idiots in love, but it's about the LONGING, it's about the PITIFUL STARES, it's about the BURNING PASSION.

SECRET RELATIONSHIP - my love of gossip makes me a sucker for secret relationship stories because I truly want to be in everyone's business. Character A and B are dating? Brilliant. It's a secret? BRILLIANT.

SICK FIC - your poor little meow meow has a cold. Or your poor little meow meow has been poisoned with anthrax. Or your poor little meow meow is dealing with possible symptoms of schizophrenia. Or your poor little meow meow has been shot-

PSYCHO X PSYCHO - reidams fans, this one's for you 🥰

ENEMIES TO LOVERS - half of my requests are enemies to lovers requests! Feel free to include rivals to lovers, lovers to enemies, friends to enemies to lovers, enemies to friends to lovers, or any such dynamic that your heart desires.

SHOOTING STARS:

Aries - "I burn for you. I can't sleep at night for wanting you. It's the most maddening, beguiling, damnable thing, but there it is."

Taurus - "There is a stubbornness about me that never can bear to be frightened at the will of others. My courage always rises at every attempt to intimidate me."

Gemini - "There's such a lot of different Annes in me. I sometimes think that is why I'm such a troublesome person. If I was just the one Anne, it would be ever so much more comfortable, but then it wouldn't be half so interesting."

Cancer - "I will not say: do not weep; for not all tears are an evil."

Leo - "There is no exquisite beauty… without some strangeness in the proportion."

Virgo - "They slipped briskly into an intimacy from which they never recovered."

Libra - "Somehow, we'll find it. The balance between whom we wish to be and whom we need to be. But for now, we simply have to be satisfied with who we are."

Scorpio - "She didn't understand why, but faced with those decaying buildings and straggling grasses, she was nothing but a child who had never lived."

Sagittarius - "If you tell the truth, you don't have to remember anything."

Capricorn - "There's a low-level, specific pain and having to accept that putting up with you requires a certain generosity of spirit in your loved ones."

Aquarius - "An education was a bit like a communicable sexual disease. It made you unsuitable for a lot of jobs, and then you had the urge to pass it on."

Pisces - "I think it's perfectly acceptable and rather admirable to be moderately delusional."

Rules:

I'm accepting reader insert, an Original Character, a character/character ship, a platonic ship, or a Gen fics for this challenge. It can feature any Criminal Minds character or any character from any fandom you write for. I assume a lot of people will stick with CM, but feel free to write for whoever you choose!

Please tag me in your entries or send the link to me in a DM. It can be already written, or you can write it for the challenge. Again, the tags I'm tracking are #reidersdaydreams and #reidersshootingstars ♡

The fic can be any genre, but ONLY send me smut if your bio states you are 18+. I will not endorse, nor do I want to read smut written by minors. I will check the ages of accounts posting smut.

For smut or angst fics that could include triggers, please include a content warning above the fic so we can be aware before reading!!

Enjoy!!

[bunnakit]

my stand in ep 2 thoughts, feelings, etc.

alright i wanted to write this up nicely but it took me... two hours to get through the episode bc i kept stopping to write notes, so i'll do my best i guess.

weird thing about me is when i watch shows and write notes for these posts i always write the notes on napkins? i have like 5 different notebooks in arms reach at all times but i really like scribbling on a napkin for the true unhinged effect.

anyway blah blah reminder i'm just a silly dude on the internet, idk shit about dick, i just like to say shit, don't take me too seriously.

also please DO NOT leave novel spoilers in my reblogs, tags, or replies without some kind of warning label. please? it seems to happen with every show i write meta for and i LOVE that people get hyped but there's no way for me to avoid it when it's in my notifications like that.

some before the actual episode stuff; after learning last week that some of the kinnporsche people worked on this it really becomes apparent, especially in the style of the intro.

the music choices also seem a bit reminiscent of kinnporsche (and a little bit of not me) which i really enjoy. it feels kind of familiar and comforting.

immediately i loved how soft this episode started, the slight stubble on each of them, the way joe speaks so softly as if afraid to shatter their little bubble of peace, etc. i also love that the show doesn't skirt around the topic of sex and the fact that sometimes sex is awkward and clumsy, especially with a new partner and doubly so when it's your first queer partner.

and then the peace was shattered with ming kissing his back yet again. ouchies.

"will tong be at the set?" he's just not even trying to hide it. he basically said 'yeah ur great and all but tong????' but DAMN if poom isn't the absolute king of microexpressions.

at this point i can't really tell if tong is being a spoiled prince (derogatory) or if he's tired of acting in general? judgement withheld until a later date.

and then we jump into this actress being a parallel to ming and OOF OUCHIES MY ORGANS. she's a fan of tong but has to "settle" for joe - just like ming. and yet joe takes the time to be kind, to soothe her worries and put her at ease, because he has a heart of absolute gold. "it's her first movie but she was left to drown by the male lead." it's ming's first love and he has been left to drown in it.

mek's acting is really endearing. this is my first exposure to him (ive seen some of his social media and really like what he stands for as a person) and i'm instantly drawn to his performance. he also pulls off a great balance of adorable/sexy.

OOH THE SHOW SAID BISEXUAL OUT LOUD. A WIN FOR THE BI'S WE LOVE TO SEE IT.

i personally find ming's jealously hilarious. what a little caricature of toxicity.

anyway, it seems to me that if ming could get over his feelings and enjoy what he has in front of him he could be part of and enjoy a very sweet family, as it does seem tong IS giving him love, just not the exact flavor he craves.

the cut to joe's training made me laugh. little oat lore dump but my bio dad was actually a stunt man for movies (which is another part of why i was so excited for this show) and i can promise you nothing like this was part of it. what do i know, though, maybe things have changed since the early 2000s lol.

(no, they're probably not any movies you know, aside from maybe wild wild west [1999]. he mostly did westerns, historical docudramas, and historical fiction.)

ANYWAY AGAIN. with this little glimpse into ming's home life we get to see that he's very accustomed to doing what he wants and getting what he wants, which makes a lot of sense when applied to his almost obsessive behavior regarding tong - and now joe. i did absolutely LOVE linin and her sassy independence (minus the 'i can buy anything i need'.)

but... girl... did you just spray perfume in your mouth?

your actions are strange and unsettling. i like that in a woman.

ugh getting into ming venting his frustrations on joe's body. listen. liiiisten. while toxic without prior discussion... i'm into it. it may or may not be one of my favorite tropes in fanfic. toxic and unhealthy as fuck and i'm here for it.

AND THEN DAMN POOM THOSE NOISES. ACTING FOR YOUR LIFE BBY -- and the SNEEZE AT ORGASM LMAAAO oh i hope that's a running bit for some comedic relief.

because we then make a SHARP pivot into "then stop me" and there's so much potential for pain and self loathing there, for joe to think "i can't blame ming, i didn't stop any of it." i'm sat.

a little side bar, but i'm enjoying the fact that while there is discussion of topping and bottoming as a narrative device there really aren't any stereotypes here. i think on a surface level people would think "oh joe is the top" (pit babe style) and the show said no actually he isn't. love that for us.

"you can even move in haha jk" but the thing is, not jk, because joe would do that for ming - for anyone - bc that's the type of person he is.

[i had to stop and have a lil snack here]

hold up is this wut out drinking with them? OH SHIT IT IS. OKAY. it didn't give us much but at least it's a little connection to him finally. we knew joe knew him from his first life, just didn't really know how.

"i missed you" and when was the last time someone missed joe? not who he's replacing or the space he's filling, but HIM?

love ming's goofy ass locking the door and going inside just so he can make a dramatic ass appearance like he's 'the other woman' or some shit LMAO.

"what's in you to make me jealous?" quite possibly the worst dialogue tree choice ming could've picked.

[joe's emotional well being -45]

[everyone hated that]

"don't be so full of yourself" something joe has never been a day in his life. "you're just a stand-in." he knows. it's not something he ever forgets.

but after all that toxicity we have ming back home, seeking out joe's food for comfort, and we finally get to see him interact with his sister. i LOVE that she knows the importance of being a little silly as a treat, one of my biggest life mottos. we also get to see more of how ming is surrounded by love that he misses out on bc of his own wallowing and self sabotage.

oh, the homoeroticism of sparring with your bestie.

[everyone liked that]

oop- joe is wearing the shirt ming borrowed while sol is wearing a shirt with the word 'fantasy.' i'm good, i'm fine, gwenchana, gwenchana.

ough. sol with too many eyes on him and none of them sincere and joe with nothing but sincerity to offer but remains invisible. oof ouch.

enter ming with more religious imagery to match last week's cross scene. something something the sin of greed? confessing your sins? coveting - idk man, i don't have any religious trauma, my family let me just do my own thing.

but with ming knowing joe's true feeling every toxic thing he does is going to be 1000x more painful and i'm here for it. bring it you fucked up little guy.

"we can't mess with each other's privacy" don't mess with MY privacy. "you can't mess around with anyone else" emphasis on YOU, not we.

and then it's driven home what a romantic joe is, both with his workout heartbreak poetry and this little lady and the tramp noodle moment. this man, again much like pit babe, wants to be domesticated so bad.

and i know we all have hated on ming, that's the point, he's been a caricature of a toxic relationship spelled out in neon letters --

but when was the last time ming laughed with someone like this?

ok im exhausted, i'm falling into bed to read fanfic, but i'm absolutely in love with everything this is doing so far. i haven't written anything as in depth as this since last twilight (pre-betrayal) so it's really nice to feel insane again.

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Switch.

Pairings: Casey Novak x Alex Cabot.

Summary: After having some control over Casey, Alex figures out that there is something that she'd like to try, something they had never talked about but her mind was now clouded with thoughts about it.

A/n: *coughs* So...here we are again. I uh...I don't think I have anything to say about this other than I'm...nervous about this one, I tried my best...you guys are insatiable and I love that. So, here is the smut you guys asked for. It's sort of a part 3 of 'Possessive little me', so let's hope you guys like this. A lil smut for the night🫢 If you got any more requests, please send them my way guys, either on my asks box or message me privately! Hope you guys enjoy this, leave comments, hearts, whatever you like and reblog so this gets some love🫶🏻

Part 1. | Part 2.

*not my gif.*

Alex chuckled softly as her eyes landed on Casey’s neck. “I sure hope makeup can cover up enough those marks. We wouldn’t want people to wonder what happened.” She raised her brow teasingly as she walked to unlock the door.

Casey sighed as she shook her head. “Can’t say I mind.” She smirked as she followed Alex.

To say that night had been eventful was an understatement. The next day Casey had put on as much make up as possible and even then, she felt the whole office staring at her, and not only that, but she had court most of the day so she would be running into probably two or three different judges, so she opted for a turtleneck shirt even if it wasn’t that cold. Alex teased her about it endlessly, asking in front of the squad why she had chosen a turtleneck on such a beautiful day and Casey would only stare at her with a defying look. And it wasn’t only the fact that Alex had left marks all over her body, but she was also so sore that she could barely stand in the uncomfortable heels, this little thing that had happened with Lake had given Alex everything to take control over Casey; and in all honesty, she was not complaining.

As in for Alex, after Casey had literally fallen asleep right after they were done, she stayed awake for a little longer, tracing patters in Casey’s naked back, smiling as she watched her sleep. Even after all these years, she was still surprised that someone like Casey would actually love her as much as Casey did. Alex knew Casey would do anything for her, she had her wrapped around her finger just like Casey had Alex wrapped around hers, she couldn’t be happier than she was. And thinking about the past events, she had to admit that she had surprised herself with how in control she had been, and most of all, that Casey had let her, giving up the idea that maybe after all, Casey liked the idea of Alex taking control of her at times, and Alex kept a note in her mind that she’d definitely do it more often.

A few weeks after that, they had both been loaded with cases, barely seeing each other during the day and too tired to do anything once they were home. But today, it seemed to be a calm day for Alex, and she took the opportunity to pay a visit to her girlfriend. She smiled softly as she stood at the door, finding Casey going through some files as she recited some words, most likely she was practicing either a closing or just the case. She knocked softly and her smile widened once green eyes found hers, that beautiful smile on her face as she stared at Alex.

“Hey. I thought I wouldn’t see you today either.” Casey smiled as she stood up, leaving the file on her desk.

Alex closed the door behind her and walked to Casey. “I finished some paperwork and don’t have to be in court yet, so I thought I’d at least see you and steal some kisses before I left.” She smiled softly as she wrapped her arms around Casey’s waist and pulled her against her body, leaning in and kissing her neck softly.

Casey bit her lip softly as she wrapped her arms around Alex’s neck. “You better not leave any marks there again, it was almost painful to have to wear turtlenecks for days.”

Alex chuckled softly as she looked up at Casey, biting her lip. “You should’ve shown them. You looked so hot with all those marks.”

“Oh, I’m sure you loved that.” Casey grinned as she leaned in and captured Alex’s lips in a slow kiss.

Alex sighed softly as her hand traveled up Casey’s back, pulling her impossibly close to her, moaning softly as Casey’s tongue grazed against her bottom lip and soon enough their tongues were fighting for dominance. They were really into the kiss that they didn’t notice the door opening, until they heard someone clearing their throat and both pulled apart, looking at the door and blushing hard as they found none other than Elizabeth Donelly.

“Do I need to give you two some rules? You didn’t have enough fun in high school?” Liz raised her brow as she walked to them, handing Casey a file. “So.” She smirked.

Alex furrowed her brows. “So…what?”

“I heard from a little bird that someone here is possessive. Are you possessive in bed too, Alex?” Liz smirked as she crossed her arms.

Alex blushed even harder as she stared at Liz. “I- uh…why would you-“

“No, I actually lead in bed.” Casey said casually as she looked into the file.

Alex turned to look at Casey and smacked her arm. “Casey!”

Casey chuckled softly as she looked up from the file. “Am I wrong?” She grinned.

“And who was in charge that one time here, huh?” Alex smirked.

Liz stared at the two of them, mouth agape. “I…” she sighed. “…can’t even say I’m surprised.” She shook her head. “But also…can’t say I’m surprised with this new discovery. Looks like what they said about you Casey is true.” She smirked playfully.

Casey turned to look at her confused. “What did they say?”

“Who’s they?” Alex furrowed her brows as she crossed her arms.

“That you’re such a…daddy.” Liz huffed a laugh as she gave Casey a teasing look.

“Daddy? The hell is that?” Casey laughed softly.

“Liz, who’s they?” Alex asked again, completely ignoring what she had said.

“Please, you’re gonna tell you’ve never heard of the term? C’mon, girls! I’m older than you and I already know it.”

“Wait…” Casey chuckled. “So…the kink. They think I’m daddy?” She laughed hard.

Alex still oblivious of the conversation, kept staring at Liz. “Who. Is. They?”

“They do. Heard it once or twice…they’re really into you, Casey.”

“That’s insane. I didn’t even know that was a thing for women.” Casey kept laughing.

“Right? But you’re it, Case. Own it.” Liz winked as she laughed with Casey.

“Who the fuck is they?!” Alex said as she frowned, looking between the two women.

Liz finally stared at Alex with a raised brow, a grin on her face. “The interns, Alexandra. And the squad has mentioned it too.” She huffed a chuckle. “I see why they say you’re all possessive.”

“Only if they knew that I am the daddy of the relationship.” Casey wrapped her arm around Alex’s waist and smirked, a playful stare on her face.

Alex exhales. “I swear you two…” she looked away as she tried to avoid them finding the redness in her cheeks. “You just fed her ego, thanks for that, Liz.” She shook her head as she looked at Casey.

“My pleasure.” Liz grinned as she walked to Casey, whispering in her ear but loud enough for Alex to hear. “Maybe you should give her some, so she calms down a bit, she looks like she needs it.” She smirked before she walked to the door and closes it.

“Jesus, Elizabeth!”

Casey laughs as she walked to the door and locked it, turning around to look at Alex. “I loved Liz’s idea.” She smirked playfully as she slowly walked to Alex.

“You’re insatiable. And a perv.” Alex shook her head as she stared into green eyes.

“You love it.” Casey said softly with a grin on her face, her hands going to Alex’s waist, pulling her impossibly closer to her body, leaning down and kissing Alex’s neck, earning a soft moan from Alex. “That’s what I thought.” She whispered softly as she nibbled and kissed on her pulse point.

“I have court in 15.” Alex breathed out as she bit her lip.

“Enough time for at least two rounds.” Casey smirked as she hopped Alex up in her desk, getting in between her legs.

Alex rolled her eyes playfully. “Cocky.” She grinned.

“What?” Casey laughed darkly. “My baby wants 3?” She raised her brow playfully, her voice huskier than usual.

“Shut up, Case.” Alex shook her head as she took her blazer off. “You have 14 minutes now. So shut up and fuck me.” She smirked.

“Yes, ma’am.” Casey knelt as she slipped her hands under Alex’s skirt to get to her underwear.

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After the cases that were given to Casey, Alex knew that Casey would be stuck in her office for at least another two to three hours, so she opted to go to the supermarket herself and get what they needed for the weekend. As she walked to the mall, she kept looking around at the stores and noted in her mind everything that she needed, and also her mind drifted from time to time to things that she didn’t need at all but still felt the need to buy. It wasn’t until her eyes landed on a particular store that it made her stop in her tracks; a sex shop. Her lips parting as her mind was clouded with not so innocent thoughts. For a moment she stopped and kept thinking if it was a good idea to go inside, she would only look and then leave, and she looked around as if someone was watching her. She then took a deep breath, and walked directly to the store, slowly walking in, and noticing that the store was almost empty, so she wouldn’t feel to embarrassed.

Her eyes wandered around the store, not even sure where she was supposed to go or what her eyes were looking for exactly. She started walking around the store; toys, clothes, lubes, cuffs, lingerie, there was so much that she felt a bit overwhelmed. They had never really talked about the use of toys or even to come to a store like this, they knew how to bring each other to their peak and that had been enough. But now, seeing all of these options, Alex couldn’t help but wonder if Casey would be up to use any of these things. Her eyes landed on a set of lingerie that she so wished that she could buy for Casey, they used these once in a while, to tease each other and it’d end up on the floor soon enough, and then her eyes landed on a particular item; a strap. She bit her lip as she looked at the variety of options and colors, for a moment her mind went to the wonderland and she pictured herself in it while Casey waited in bed for her, legs spread as she waited for Alex to-

“Hi, my name’s Rosie. Can I help you find anything in particular?” Rosie smiled softly.

Alex gulped as she looked at Rosie, suddenly feeling nervous. “I…uh…no. I mean…I’m just…looking.”

Rosie chuckled softly. “First time here?”

Alex huffed a chuckle. “That obvious?”

“No judging. It’s nice that people are opening up more to the idea of using toys and improve in their sex life.” Rosie grinned as she looked at the straps. “Those are good options. Personally…I’d go for that one.” She pointed to a purple one. “The harness won’t hurt you much around your hips, or your partners. It’s comfortable too.”

Alex felt her cheeks getting red as Rosie talked, her eyes on the toy as she bit her lip. “I’ve never…used any of these.”

“Well, people always go for the big things. They are eager. But personally, I’d go for that one. If you don’t actually want to use a strap, there are other options.”

Alex nodded as she gulped again. “I’ll…think about it.”

“You can find me if you do return.” Rosie smirked as she leaned closer. “I promise…you won’t regret it.” She then walked away from Alex.

Alex looked at the toy one last time before she turned and walked out of the store, walking to her destination. But now instead of focusing on the things she needed to buy, her mind was wandering again, and she couldn’t help but bit her lip and uncomfortably walk as she couldn’t stop the thoughts and images that appeared in her mind. She then made a note in her mind of bringing it up in a conversation.

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“Hey baby?”

Alex looked up from her laptop. “Yeah?”

“You forgot to buy some stuff for tomorrow’s dinner.” Casey said softly as she walked into the living room, raising her brow as she looked at Alex.

Alex sighed softly. “I’m sorry, I must have thought that I got everything, and I didn’t double check. I can buy them before I come home.”

Casey squinted her eyes as she looked at Alex. “You okay?” She walked to the couch and sat down beside Alex, leaning in to kiss her cheek.

Alex sighed again as she placed her laptop beside her, turning to look at Casey. “I might have been distracted when I went to the mall.” She bit her lip softly.

“Oh? By what?”

“Uh…” Alex looked down at her hands and fidgeting with her finger.

“I take it that it wasn’t by a piece of clothing.” Casey raised her brow. “C’mon baby, don’t get shy on me.”

“I went into a sex shop.” Alex snapped as she turned to look at Casey.

“Oh.”

“Exactly.”

Casey chuckled softly. “Why is that a bad thing? You saw something you liked?” She then paused. “Wait…you did. What was it?”

“Would you be up for toys? Like…I mean we use lingerie. But…we never talked about toys.”

Casey grinned. “I wouldn’t mind. If you’re up for it…I’m in.”

Alex smirked. “Really?”

Casey nodded. “Really.” She smiled softly and leaned in to peck her lips.

Alex bit her lip softly and leaned in this time to kiss Casey’s neck softly. “Good to know, I’ll keep that in mind.”

Casey bit her lip softly. “So, you not gonna tell me what you saw?”

Alex shook her head. “Nope. Not for now, at least.”

Casey rolled her eyes playfully. “Okay. Fair enough. Now, get your pretty ass up and let’s have dinner.” She stood up and extended her hand for Alex.

Casey was suddenly curious and got an idea of what it could possible be that Alex saw at the store, but she also knew that if she kept pushing, Alex would end up overthinking if it was a good idea, so she let the idea slip. They had never talked about using toys, which was true, Casey had always found some pleasure in using her mouth on Alex, and Alex was perfect with her fingers, and also her mouth; they both learned what they liked, and they learned how to please each other, so that was enough for them. But the idea of adding toys…any toys, it didn’t matter…she was excited about it.

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Casey closed the door behind her and literally kicked her heels off, along with her briefcase and her coat, not even caring where they landed. She walked around the apartment trying to find Alex, but the lights were out, except for their bedroom. Casey had told Alex that she’d be busy in court all day, and that she might get home a little late; it had seemed like Casey told Alex ‘baby, I’ll be all day in court, please send me teasing texts and don’t stop’. Casey’s phone was blasting with messages all day, no stopping. It was either messages or pictures that she accidentally opened during her short breaks. She didn’t blame her, Casey had done it before, Alex came back home and took her revenge, and now…it was Casey’s turn. Casey walked inside their bedroom and raised her brow as she found Alex in bed, a playful smirk on her face.

“Thought you’d be home late.” Alex smirked.

“I so happened to finish early.” Casey said in a low voice, almost whispering, taking in the appearance of Alex who had her robe on, and Casey was pretty sure that she either had a set of lingerie or she was completely naked.

Alex hummed. “Good for you.” She smirked. “Got my messages?”

“If this was your revenge…I can’t say I didn’t deserve it. But baby…” Casey exhaled. “…I almost got scolded by Petrovsky, I couldn’t take the images off my mind.” She wetted her lips as she stared into blue eyes.

Alex took off her glasses and placed them on the nightstand, crawling to where Casey stood at the end of the bed. “Oops?”

“Oops? Really?” Casey huffed a chuckle. “You got me all wet for the entire day.”

“Can I get a taste?” Alex smirked as she sat on her knees and pulled Casey’s by her pants, her hands going up Casey’s body.

“Wouldn’t you like that?” Casey smirked as her hands went to Alex’s middle, undoing the tie of the robe and opening it slowly, her eyes darting down, almost moaning at the sigh, her pupils dilatating. “I was hoping you’d use this one. You always look so hot in it.” She licked her lips slowly as she pushed the robe off her body.

“Thought you might like it.” Alex bit her lip as Casey’s hand landed on her hips, pulling Alex close to her body. She looked down and started unbuttoning Casey’s shirt slowly. “So…you didn’t answer me…can I get a taste?” She looked back up at Casey as she smirked, pushing the shirt down and throwing it to the floor.

Casey raised her brow as one of her hands traveled up Alex’s body, landing right between her boobs. “I first want to get a taste.” She grinned as her hands moved to Alex’s back to remove her bra slowly, throwing it to the floor and leaning down to move Alex’s hair back, kissing her bare shoulder.

Alex bit her lip as she tilted her head, giving Casey more access to kiss her. “Case…”

Casey grinned softly as she pulled away enough to get rid of her shirt. “Yes?”

“Just fuck me already.” Alex breathed out as she laid back down in bed, biting her lip as she stared at Casey.

Casey smirked and also got rid of her pants, staying only in her underwear as she crawled the bed, getting on top of Alex and leaning down to kiss her lips softly, but soon enough, the kiss became heated and messy. Alex’s hand moved to Casey’s hair and pulling her closer to her, her legs wrapping around Casey’s waist to pull her against her body and moaned when Casey started grinding on her. Casey’s tongue moved against Alex’s, both women enjoying every second of the kiss. Casey then pulled away and moved her lips down Alex’s jawline, kissing down her neck, licking and nibbling wherever her lips landed. Alex thrusted into Casey and moaned as Casey kept nibbling and licking on her neck, loving the feelings of her lips and tongue on her skin, the wetness between her legs growing even more.

Casey’s hand traveled down Alex’s body and played with the waistband, soon after moving right between Alex’s legs feeling the growing wet spot in her underwear and smirking as she licked her collarbone. “All this for me? Can’t wait to taste you.” She softly bit her shoulder, earning a whine mixed with a moan.

“Casey…I need you now.” Alex bit her lip softly as she looked at Casey.

“Getting there baby.” Casey returned to her lips and kissed her softly, her tongue diving into Alex’s mouth for a second before she pulled away and started kissing down her body.

Alex threw her head back as she felt Casey’s lips on her skin, stopping at her boobs to give her nipples some attention, licking and sucking while her hands worked on getting rid of Alex’s underwear. Casey looked down and smirked as she moved to completely remove it, throwing it to the floor. Her mouth watered at the sight of Alex completely naked, biting her lip at the sight of her glistening cunt. Casey returned her kisses to Alex’s body while her hands caressed her thighs, spreading her legs as she moved down. She kissed just above her clit and then moved to her thighs, giving open mouth kisses, looking up through her eyelashes to see Alex’s reaction. Casey softly bit the inside of her thigh and licking it to soothe the string as Alex groaned softly, her eyes never leaving Casey’s.

“Have I ever told you that I love the way you look like this?” Casey licked the inside of her thigh and smirked as Alex moaned softly.

“Case, please.” Alex moaned softly.

“As you wish, princess.” Casey smirked as she licked a stripe through her folds, earning a loud moan from Alex.

Alex’s hands went to Casey’s hair and pulled her closer, looking down at her and biting her lip, trying to swallow back her moans but her lips parting when Casey kept licking up and down. Casey attacked her pussy, moaning against it as Alex kept moaning her name and her grip on her hair tightened. Casey started teasing her entrance, spreading her wetness, making a mess in her lips. Soon after, her tongue slid inside her, making Alex grind her hips deeper, riding Casey’s face. The taste, the grinding, Alex’s moans, were literally making Casey feel hotter than she already was, her arms wrapping around Alex’s thighs to keep her in place.

It wasn’t long until Casey felt Alex’s grip tightening again, and that was when Casey slid in two fingers, making Alex’s back arche, moaning louder than before. Casey’s tongue spread more of her wetness until her tongue met Alex’s clit, wrapping her lips around it, and sucking it harshly as she kept pumping fast into Alex. Soon after, Alex pulled Casey impossibly closer to her, almost suffocating Casey as she kept her in place as she came, Casey helping her through it. Casey licked and swallowed every single drop, slowly taking her fingers out, she moved to kiss her thighs softly and then kissed her way up Alex who was a panting mess.

Casey grinned softly as she parted Alex’s lips with her soaked fingers, Alex wrapping her lips around it and sucking them clean, making Casey moan. “You were so good…so hot.” She smirked as she took them out and kissed Alex, their tongues dancing together.

Alex moaned against her lips and almost whined as Casey pulled away. She panted softly as Casey kissed her shoulder and then her neck, leaving soft kisses. Alex smiled softly. “I should tease you more often.” She chuckled.

“Only if you want to be punished next time. This time I was just eager to eat you out.” Casey grinned as she kissed Alex’s lips.

Alex moaned softly and then pulled away, biting her lip. “I got something.” She looked into green eyes nervously.

Casey raised her brow softly. “Oh?”

Alex took a deep breath and pushed Casey softly off her, getting up from the bed and looking into a bag that she left beside the bed. Casey furrowed her brows as she stared at every move that Alex made as she sat in bed, a little confused when she went into the bathroom. When Alex turned around, Casey’s lips parted in surprise, a gasp leaving her lips as she noticed the strap. Alex grinned softly at Casey’s reaction, thinking that maybe after all it hadn’t been a bad idea.

“I uh…I went back to the store today. I decided to buy it, but if you don’t want to try it, I completely-“

“I do.” Casey snapped.

Alex was a little taken aback by the quick response, staring at Casey as a grin appeared on her face. “You do?”

Casey looked up at Alex’s eyes, wetting her lips slowly as she nodded. “You know how hot you look? Like…you’re hot, always but…god, Alex. I want you to fuck me so badly.”

Alex smirked softly, tilting her head. “Get up…and take the rest of your clothes off.” Her voice suddenly became raspy as she stared at Casey.

Casey’s pupils dilated even more as she heard Alex, getting up and taking off her bra and underwear, never taking her eyes away from Alex. Alex slowly walking to bed and sitting down, leaning her back against the headboard, her eyes roaming down Casey’s body as she bit her lip. The idea of having total control, of Casey listening to her and obeying was driving her crazy. Casey finally crawled to bed and raised her brow curiously, wondering what was going to happen next, feeling her body shivering in anticipation.

Alex ran her fingers through Casey’s hair, her hand grabbing a handful of hair and pulling Casey’s face to her, making her gasp softly. “I want you to ride me.” She whispered softly as she kissed Casey’s lips.

Casey moaned softly against her lips and nodded, pulling away slowly. She moved slowly to Alex’s lap but was stopping by Alex’s hand on her hips, one of her hands moving between Casey’s hand, making her gasp softly and grind on Alex’s hand as she moved her fingers in Casey’s heat, spreading the wetness. Alex chuckled softly and leaned in to kiss Casey’s neck.

“All this for me? And I haven’t even touched you.” Alex whispered as she kissed her way up Casey’s ear, nibbling her earlobe. “I don’t even think we’ll need the lube.”

At her words, Casey moaned and threw her head back. “Please.” She breathed out softly.

“Please what, Case?” Alex grinned.

“Please…fuck me.” Casey looked down at Alex as she bit her lip.

Alex chuckled darkly as she nodded. “As you wish.” She whispered with a playful grin on her face, repeating Casey’s words from earlier.

Alex brought her fingers to her mouth and licked them clean before she grabbed the plastic cock and pulled Casey down, enough for Alex to start rubbing the toy in her wetness. Casey moaned a little louder as she felt the toy in her entrance, grinding her hips softly, making Alex chuckle darkly again as she saw how eager she was to have the toy inside her. Alex finally placed the toy in Casey’s entrance and started pulling her down, her lips parting at the sight of the toy disappearing, Casey throwing her head back and moaning loudly, her hands going to Alex’s shoulder to steady herself as she fully sat down in Alex’s lap.

“Good?” Alex asked softly as she looked up at Casey.

Casey nodded softly as she looked down at Alex, a whimper leaving her lips. “Yes.” She breathed out.

Alex nodded softly and started moving her hips up and down, Casey feeling the toy moving inside of her, Alex’s name leaving her mouth in whimpers as she started moving. Alex leaned in and started kissing Casey’s neck and nibbling, one of her hands going to Casey’s back to pull her close to her body. The sounds that left Casey’s mouth were music to her ears, feeling every thrust that Casey made only made her want more. At some point, Casey’s started moving at a certain rhythm that the end of the toy started hitting Alex’s clit, making her moan and gasp softly at the feeling. Alex’s lips wrapped around Casey’s nipple, sucking it softly and twirling her tongue around it, one of Casey’s hands going to Alex’s hair to pull her closer to her, turning her on even more at the feeling of her mouth on her.

“You’re doing so well, baby.” Alex’s voice became raspier, full of lust and need as she matched the pace of Casey’s thrusts.

Casey moaned louder and tightened her grip on both Alex’s hair and shoulder. “Alex…I-I’m gonna…” her breath became heavy as she spoke, unable to finish her sentence.

Alex nibbled on Casey’s neck, her arm wrapping around Casey’s waist to hold her in place as they both thrusted their hips. “Come for me, my love…” She breathed out as she felt herself closer too.

Casey leaned her head down to kiss Alex, the kiss was messy and sloppy as they both moaned, coming together in synchrony, breathing heavily against each other’s lips. Casey wrapped her arms around Alex’s shoulders to pulled her close to her, her chest rising up and down as she tried to catch her breath, her whole body shivering as she came down from her orgasm, Alex still moved slowly to help Casey ride down her orgasm. She huffed a chuckle as she looked into green eyes, one of her hands going to Casey’s face to move some of the hairs that were sticking to her sweaty forehead, softly caressing her cheek as she pulled her down to kiss her lips softly.

“Such a good girl.” Alex smirked as she kissed her jaw and down her neck.

Casey panted as she looked at Alex. “That was…good choice.” She huffed a laugh as she placed her hands on Alex’s neck to bring their lips back together.

Alex bit her lip. “I think you have one more in you.” She whispered softly.

Casey’s heart skipped a beat as she looked into ocean blue eyes, a grin forming in her face. “Maybe so.” She bit her lip.

Alex smirked and in a quick move, she had Casey lying down in bed and Alex was now on top of her. She leaned down to kiss her lips passionately, swiping her tongue against Casey’s bottom lip, Casey rapidly giving her access and moaning as their tongues brushed against each other’s. When air became an issue, they pulled away and Alex’s lips soon found Casey’s neck, licking her way down until she got to her collarbone. She pulled away enough to look down at the toy, rubbing it against Casey’s pussy in a slow motion, soon after, she inched it slowly into Casey, grinning softly as Casey’s mouth fell open and a loud moan came out of her.

Alex started moving her hips slowly at first creating a steady rhythm and with each thrust, Casey moaned even more, pulling Alex down to kiss her again. The kiss was once again messy, Alex swallowing Casey’s moans as she moved faster, Casey could feel her walls clenching around the toy as Alex thrusted deeper, soon finding her g-spot. Casey gasped loudly as her nails slowly scratching their way down Alex’s back.

“A-Alex…oh god…I’m gonna…I’m so c-close…” Casey moaned as she wrapped her legs around Alex’s waist.

“Go ahead, baby. I wanna hear you.” Alex kissed her way down Casey’s neck and bit in between her neck and shoulder.

“Fuck!” Casey moaned loudly as she felt once again her orgasm hitting, trying to keep Alex in place.

Alex moved slowly to help Casey ride down her second orgasm, peppering her neck with kisses, licking the bite that she had just made. She moved up to kiss her cheek and then her lips softly. She smiled softly as Casey breathed heavily, kissing her nose and her sweaty forehead. Casey opened her eyes to look up at Alex, panting softly as her hand went to Alex’s cheek, moving her hair away and bringing her down for a kiss. Their lips moved slowly against each other, the kiss being tender and full of love.

Alex smiled softly. “You okay?”

Casey nodded softly as she smiled, still panting. “I am…just…don’t move yet.” She huffed a chuckle. “Feels nice.”

Alex grinned softly as she kissed her nose. “Tell me when.”

They stayed like that for a few more minutes until Casey told Alex that it was okay to move, groaning softly as she lost the feeling of the toy inside her. Alex took off the harness and placed it on the night stand, thinking that she’d take care of it later. She moved to the empty side of the bed and pulled Casey to her, wrapping her arms around her as she kissed her head softly, Casey sighing happily as she laid her hand on Alex’s chest, but not before she kissed her neck softly.

Alex smirked as she chuckled. “So…who’s the daddy now?”

Casey slapped Alex’s arm as she laughed. “Fuck you.” She said between laughs.

“Oh, you wanna go for a third round? Insatiable, baby.” Alex playfully said as she laughed.

Casey shook her head as she looked up at Alex. “That was great. But you gotta let me rest, Cabot.” She then nibbled on her lip as her hand caressed Alex’s chest. “I also wanna try it.” She smirked.

“You’ll have your turn.” Alex chuckled as she leaned down to kiss her lips softly.

[thecoffeelorian]

Hello again, everyone...

Heyyyyyy.

You know what it's almost time for, dontcha....? That's great, because I do, too, and I bet I'm not the only one getting ready for the party that's to come.

Maybe you're going to watch a Prequel movie or two, or possibly all three in the span of a weekend.

Maybe you're zipping out of the house to try one of those Jedi Rolls at your local sushi restaurant.

Maybe you're even breaking out your word processors and drawing tablets to kick these next two days off with an artistic banger, or nine.

In any case, though...it's MAY THE 4TH BE WITH YOU!

And it's also REVENGE OF THE FIFTH!

So...in the immortal words of a certain late pilot, TECHNICALLY, we're gonna need to hit up both sides of the Force spectrum, so without further adieu, let's get straight to it!

General Star Wars Fan Art

Barriss Offee by @satellitesketchbook

The Bad Batch Fanart

Teeny Tiny Tech by @timethehobo

The Bad Batch Fanfiction

the mess you left behind by @fanfoolishness

The Clone Wars Fanart

Fives by @forcesavetheclones

Golden Hour by @tourmalivizzy

The High Republic Era

Stellon Gios Portrait by @theya-art

The Mandalorian:

Din Grogu by @lisicaaim

Star Wars Prequels:

Naboo Enamel Pin by @fiatluxillustration-portfolio

Darth Maul by @1bugsworld

Star Wars Sequels:

Kylo Ren by @veuxvamp

Rey by @amontaguscapulet

And so, in order to support all our artists today, please check out the links I included above, like, comment, and reblog as you would with anyone else.

Please also like and reblog this latest installment so that these links can be spread around to as many other fans as possible, just in case not all of them can tune in at the same time.

Thank you to my friends, thank you to this fandom…good morning, and good luck.

No Pressure Tags:

@maxims-multifandom-corner @skellymom @melymigo @ankossss @sharpasanaro

@ilovemedia @snap-my-kneecaps @algo-o-nada @somethingsaladsomething @rott1ngbra1n

@brownielocks69 @ratcatchinggirl @yeehawgeek @ilcuoreardendo-fic @chefobiwankenobi

@lilithastar @gun-roswell @wondermadeleine @theosb0rnway @here-comes-the-moose

@vaderkin-is-a-lightning-rod @trixie2023 @callsign-denmark @groguandthebadbatch @smw-on-kamino

@saphiranishimurashan @ray-rook @serinzatravel-blog @called-me-vicky @jedi-princess-kestis and anybody else who might be on the lookout for new and interesting works around the fandom.

So...please have a good morning, enjoy your Star Wars Weekend, and whatever you do, don’t ever stop creating.

[seblaineworld]

Hey, Seblainers! Hellooooo, everyone else!

After a seriously stressful few months, I'm finally getting a bit more back to normal and can breathe a bit more easily at last, so of course that means...it's time to decide when Seblaine Week 2024 will be held!

Now, the first poll is going to be a bit different, and let me explain why that is: I was absolutely flabbergasted by the success of 10 Days Of Seblaine, and once again would like to thank everyone who offered support and sent me such kind messages after my Mum was rushed into hospital so suddenly last year. As you all know, that meant I had to sadly postpone Seblaine Week 2023 from the original August dates, and after a vote, it was unanimously decided that we would have a 10 day event, that would comprise Seblaine Week 2023 AND Seblainiversary Weekend 2023, and it was held last November

I want to preface this next by saying that Seblainiversary Weekend 2024 will be unaffected this year and will be going ahead from Friday 8th November until midnight on Sunday 10th November 2024. So you can pop that one in your diaries, and the themes will be announced much nearer to the time.

However! I have actually received a lot of lovely messages (including, surprisingly, some from people who aren't technically even part of our tiny, (but always fierce!) Seblainer fandom, but followed along with the event), to say how much 10 Days Of Seblaine 2023 was enjoyed by you all, and the one thing I have been repeatedly asked is; can I please consider making our main Seblainer celebration a 10 day event from now on?

I honestly have no problem with that whatsoever, but I would probably take things on a year to year basis, asking the same question every May. For now, though, I want to make this entirely your decision, so the first poll has simply two options: Do you want a traditional 7 day Seblaine Week 2024, or do you want 10 Days Of Seblaine 2024?

Just to clarify; if the 10 day event is chosen, it will have 9 themes and a free day, and Seblainiversary Weekend 2024 will take place separately in November, as previously detailed above. Following the result of this first poll, and depending on whether we will be working with a 7 or a 10 day event, I'll post the various date choices before the end of May. The following week, we'll vote for our themes.

Please bear in mind that voting is restricted to one vote per person for the duration of the poll. The first poll will be open for voting from today until midnight GMT on Saturday May 11th, 2024.

P.S. I'm well aware that you are all still waiting for the 10 Days Of Seblaine Masterpost, and this will be completed and posted by mid-June. Thank you all for bearing with me during what was (and still often is!) a hectic and stressful time of upheaval. Please let me know if the poll doesn't work properly. Just send me a message or come off Anon and send me an Ask.

**Please note in advance that none of the nine 10 Days of Seblaine 2023 themes can be used for this year's event!**

Vote here, and please reblog and share this poll.

Love you all, and I am really looking forward to hosting our big event and seeing what all our insanely talented Seblainers come up with!

Ail 💜

[nias-keca]

may all blessings find their way to you ☆

[letmetellyouaboutmyfeels]

This is absolutely appalling.

[waterfallofspace]

A Word-Filled Update

that no one's asking forrrr~

Sooooo, hiya~ ^^

Realized I kinda dropped out without much word, and wanted to give a lil update to anyone who may care, (and specifically to all the unfilled requests that have been sat in my inbox for months now T~T)

Dropping it under a cut because it gets quite long~ but I'll also TL;DR it with: been a bit burnt out, trying to get back into this, I apologize for all the unanswered asks, and I will be trying to get to the ones I can, but I'll be focusing more on trying to enjoy the process of making content~ Thank you to anyone who's stuck around <3

(Tw for brief mention of mental health/neurodivergencies~ nothing in depth or dark, but just incase anyone wants to avoid that <3)

Nothing serious has been going on, mostly just burn out and a bit of drama in main friend group, combined with free time just being a lot more limited recently~ (not a bad thing, most of it is because I'm getting to talk more with friends I've gotten closer to this past year~)

That said, I've been trying to get back into content, making it, reblogging it, etc, without letting it become all-consuming. I find, with the way my brain works, mostly to do to some wonderful neurodivergent tendencies, I tend to fall heavily into 'all of nothing' mentality.

This shows up in my day to day life, (ie: can't wash the dishes for weeks until I suddenly do them all in one day) and I've definitely noticed it with content creation. Need to write and finish a story in one go, record a wav as fast as possible, always afraid I'll lose that motivation.

But honestly? I love making content on here! And I'm not a huge blog, nor do I care if I am (at least trying not to, if I'm being painfully honest~) but I genuinely love making content. Whether it's just for me, a request that I am hoping one specific person will enjoy, or a story I write with a community in mind, I just love creating~

So, I'm trying to ease my way back into this! Bit by bit, let it be fun, and enjoyable, with less internal pressure to produce as much as I can, as fast as I can, and make it be perfect.

I won't lie and say 'numbers don't matter to me', if I'm honest, they do. But I'm learning more and more how to let it be about the content, and to just enjoy the process~ (and if people like it, that'll be a wonderful bonus!~)

Wooo this is getting so long, I apologize sincerely! Last thing, something I've mentioned a few times previously but never really let myself get into... requests~

I'm so honoured that people care about my content enough to have asked for things, and getting any ask, request, praise, ask lists, heck even just a 'hi!' is honestly the best part of this blog for me!

Buuuut, I definitely worked myself into burn-out before with a "every request needs to be filled and fast" mentality, that led to just... not filling any.

So! I'm going back through my inbox, and deleting some older ones that I don't have a clear vision/motivation for. I apologize to anyone who requested them, though by now it's possible they're long gone~ But I think this will help me not only start enjoying the creation process without feeling so overwhelmed, but also start actually getting more content made~

There are definitely a bunch that I still adore, and am thrilled to get to test out, but if there's one you remember sending, and you really want to see it completed, please feel free to send another ask saying what it is you want done, and I'll see if I can get that going <3

And if you've stuck it out to the end here- uh hi! ^^ I'm sorry this is so long, I'm such a words person, but I appreciate you so much, not just for any support you've offered, but just bothering to read this <3 I genuinely didn't expect most to make it this far, so thank you so deeply <3 and I hope to see you guys around as I start reblogging stuff more!~

[thefrogdalorian]

Having of those moments where I wish to yeet the like button into the sun or maybe make it so there was setting you could turn on so that people can only reblog posts (even better with the minimum requirement of adding at least one tag)!!

It's kind of absurd that one of my fics is getting close to 500 notes while simultaneously being one I've had the least actual human interactions come from. Like...... come on, that's now how it should be AT ALL!

Don't get me wrong, I'm so thrilled people are clearly finding it and I guess enjoying it(??) but just having endless likes without people letting me know what they enjoyed about it or even if they liked it kind of makes me sad. That's not why I want to share my writing here!

I love having those little human connections with others. I don't ever want my writing to feel transactional. I would love to talk to more people about things I've written. It's truly one of the best feelings and I would hate to lose that, the more I write or the more notes my fics get. Please don't be shy!! I get the social anxiety, but there is no reason to be. I am truly just a Din Djarin obsessed loser.

Anyway, whine over. I don't want to focus on the negatives here and I appreciate every single person who has ever left a positive interaction with something I've written. You are truly a light!

[fluffycrow]

Our Blues (2022) – episode 17

[unproduciblesmackdown]

orvphil: so real

for example used analysis on the following instances

orville's physical reluctance & difficulty kneeling to propose to jane vs. readily swinging right into such a kneel with phil during 'til we meet again

'til we meet again

(see above) noting the "both immediately becoming So happy to be doing this" and "staring at each other for an unbroken ten seconds after finishing the song which was evidently beyond simply a [hold for applause] thing"

having indeed an adorable little meet-cute, which may not be an integral part of every eventual writer/lyricist & composer partnership

when phil drops in at wingate manor and he an orville have a private little wave to each other like =)

sitting next to each other sharing a hay bale and orville gets drinks for them both and phil walks orville home

lucky day

the choreography where orville's at the piano and phil swings it out while rotating it and orville's "walking" while sitting to one side to help (my analysis: going ohhhhh ;w;)

both simultaneously answering "his" when asked whose song it is like the earnest effortless mutual admiration and appreciation huh fellas

margaret talking about protecting your heart from these theatricals; orville Is one of these theatricals, and he loves it; phil watching him / reacting in this moment including his little "hell yeah" move like he had for orville going off in lucky day

their general enthusiasm together / for each other / enjoyment of being around each other and increased ease of operating when around each other

phil wishing orville could hear his music and talking about how orville ruined his own night to save theirs, then remarking "...what a guy!" mmhm

🌈🌈🌈

[the-kipsabian]