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[accidentcache]

Pussy smacking with dbhwks cause you were mean to them all day

oh my erjkg god wait. the degradation??? hello, mean dabihawks.

the one time dabi's all sweet and praises you. "you doing so well, pretty..." the rough pads of his fingers meet your clit again in a harsh tap and he smirks at the way your body jolts. there's tears running down your cheeks and you're having trouble fighting against the firm grip hawks has you held down in.

dabi's voice drips like honey and tastes like candy when it reaches your tongue. it's evil, evil, evil torture.

above you, hawks is mean. his hand is gripping your jaw every time you squirm and turn away, forcing you back to watch how you gush with every slap and rough touch they deliver.

"look at you," hawks rasps, his voice his rougher; more condescending than dabi's. demanding your attention, intense and commanding. "you're so naughty, you filthy little thing. if i didn't know any better, i'd say you were being an ass on purpose today."

dabi pulls his hand away and his eyes dip upwards to hawks'. hawks doesn't hesitate and his fingers come down on your exposed cunt with such a harsh slap it makes you cry out. both of them smirk at the way you arch and twitch.

"yeah, you definitely were being a bitch on purpose."

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[mermer404]

Hi! Can't believe you noticed little old me. Great to have you.

I never meant to hurt your feelings, or anybody's. If you were celebrating the death of civillians you deserve to be called out, but not, at least in my opinion, bullied. I think bullying is mean and counterproductive to anything, but it's nice to see someone having fun at a time like this.

I understand you need to keep feeling like your online activism is helping, like it's strong, because the world is fucked and you can't do much about it, so you do whatever you actually can. I get that. We're all human. But once that gets in the way of you being a person, once your need for self importance makes you hate those who fight alongside you, you are not only being a bad person, you are being a bad ally, and you are weighing down the movement.

The Israeli left is immeasurably valuable and does actual footwork. I will not name or link any organizations or details here, your minds and hearts are too small to have any dignity towards them. But the Israeli left get the Palestinians you tokenize medicine, food, a platform, donations, homes. Meanwhile what do you do? Post Twitter screenshots? Tear down posters of kidnapped children?

I don't know what caused your hearts to become so small and withered, and I am sad for you, and I am sad for the movement. Activism guided and centered on hate is no longer activism, it makes you a hate group.

You are guided by hate. I'd say you do nothing but harm, but honestly you just do nothing but Tumblr drama.

Do some actual good instead of posting hate speech. See how that makes you feel.

Goodluck.

[branmuffins22]

THE BOOPPOCALYPSE IS BACK

(and my tumblr is too broken to enjoy it properly 😭)

[tropiyas]

I did the thing where you said someone's joke after them except louder but it was by ACCIDENT I literally did not register until it was too late

[cobra-creampuff]

"Please make your support message as detailed as possible, so that we can still not read it!"

[tetranymous]

Toggle to turn off image resizing

Autoplay toggle outside of the app (THIS INCLUDES GIFS)

Ads respect your autoplay settings

Ads with flashing colours don't get approved

Removal of the number of filtered post content limit

Being able to expand/collapse filtered tags and post content lists on mobile

Toggle that removes filtered tags/post content from your dash

Ability to opt-out of ads data collection/targeting on the app

The ability to search drafts/likes

Being able to turn off the update app banner prompt

Unloading large media elements when they're off-screen on desktop to deal with the lag problem

Fixing the app accumulating a massive cache by storing every icon that's ever been loaded (personal record of "largest tumblr cache" was over 4GB)

simple things that would dramatically improve this website

content label specifically for flashing

ability to see the image you’re describing when writing alt text

permanent “keep tumblr live off my dash” button

ability to add closed captions on videos

blocking someone filters their posts from ur dash

mutuals only posts

filtered tags filtering blazed posts

switching a blog from sideblog to main blog

sending asks/replies/etc from sideblogs

while blocking someone’s main blog you have the option to also block their sideblogs

not slapping mature labels on sfw queer posts

keep “following” the default tab

get rid of the spambots (not simple but by god would it improve the website)

get rid of the t.rfs/nazis/other bigots (not simple but they could start by actually acting on the reports they get)

[cockringhoratio]

i have now seen in the mood for love and idk maybe i watched it too soon after chungking express and broke my meter, but it didnt Hit like i thought it would (< is a 2046 truther)

[accidentcache]

keigo breeding kink

aughoighdfgs this might get filthy warnings: light choking? pussy slapping (idk what to call it), manhandling, mating press, creme pieeeeeee!!!!! overstim implied, porn without plot, minors dni

what started out as something flirty-- teasing, something more sensual-- turned into something primal the moment you fired back at his teasing with, "fuck a baby into me then."

something snapped. his eyes dilated, and a certain tick formed in his jaw-- you were sitting on top of him, perched over to position yourself to ride him, until that little challenge left your mouth and you were promptly thrown onto your back.

keigo is usually not rough with you. yeah, he'll go a little hard sometimes-- but he's never explicitly rough and mean. degrading.

the minute he has you pinned to the mattress he's forcing your legs apart and ignoring your protests. his hand wraps around your throat-- all five fingers, with his thumb stroking the side of your neck. it's gentle, not enough to cut off circulation, but enough to send a message. it's firm, it lets you know he's not messing around anymore.

his thumb presses firmly down on your clit, unmoving. you squirm under the hold, but the way he has you locked down doesn't allow you to move very much. you're keening for friction-- anything, really-- you're used to this. while it's a bit more forceful than usual, this is the kind of teasing and play that you're used to from him.

when your half lidded gaze meets his, you're startled to see that he's holding back. his fingers flex around the column of your throat and he lets out a shaky exhale of breath when he can feel you physically swallow.

"kei," you murmur, your eyebrows furrow the slightest bit. "you oka--"

"say it again."

the low timbre of his voice sends a dangerous chill down your spine. you feel your entire body grow hot, a fuzzy pull of warmth pooling in your gut. your eyes don't leave his at all.

it's silent until it clicks in your brain. he's calling your bluff.

you don't know what possesses you, but you giggle at him. "do it, keigo. breed me."

keigo turns his head, a low curse leaving his mouth. he then lifts you up by your neck towards him so he can speak his next words directly into your mouth. "i pray to god your birth control fails after i'm done filling you to the brim."

he doesn't let you respond. his fingers move to dig into the plush of your thighs as he pushes them upwards, pinning them to your lower stomach before there's a sharp slap to your exposed cunt. your body jolts, surprised. your hands are reaching for him, nails digging into his forearms and clawing down his biceps-- but he's not listening.

he'll let the fact that he's shocked that you're turned on by this stew in his brain later.

after a couple more taps, a satisfied little coo escapes his lips at the puddle forming under you on the bedsheet. "you're not gonna deny that you're turned on by this, are you, angel?"

fuck, no you're not.

because at this point, tears are pricking at the corners of your eyes. pleas and whines are falling from your lips, begging for something-- him, really-- just wanting and needing him to give you want you want. he knows what you want, and he's fully planning on making you say it out loud, but the way his dick is throbbing takes the wind out of his lungs.

it's on instinct how he moves, fist wrapped around the base of his cock; pumping once, twice and a third time before the head slips past your folds and he hisses at the lack of resistance. your warmth accepts him so easily, so smoothly, he doesn't even realize he's buried to the hilt until your back is arching off of the mattress.

your legs are already trembling. he nudges just the slightest bit further and smirks at the cry that leaves your mouth. that's the spot.

keigo does not care that you're already babbling nonsense. with each thrust he repeatedly prods that sensitive spot inside of you, purring when he feels your walls spazzaming around him. he leans down, his lips mouthing at your ear as he bends you further, causing you to gasp for air with each moan-- his hips continue to push against the plush of your ass.

"that's right," he murmurs, tone seductively low and strained. "give it to me baby, be a good girl and give it to me..."

you know what he wants. who are you to deny him?

the wave of euphoria washes over your entire body and you see stars. the stimulation doesn't stop however, even as you feel keigo empty himself inside of you. his satisfied groans were drowned out by your pornographic moans, growing breathier and raspier when he hooks the back of your knees over his shoulders.

"kei, baby wait--"

"gotta-- fuck-- make sure it sticks, dove," his hands roam up your legs and find purchase on your hips. he catches sight of your dazed expression and glazed over eyes and pats your hip affectionately. the action feels more condescending paired with that stupid smirk that stretches across his lips. he tilts his head, clicking his tongue in mock disappointment.

"what? just giving what you asked for."

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[unofskylanderspages]

what page is that? I want to check the history of it for when or why that happened

it's the page for Trap Team. i messed with chrome's automatic translator and turned off automatic translation and everything went back to normal (there were a few other errors like Mini-Jini being "Mini-Blood" and Grinnade as "Grinned", which was the thing that made me think that it was a translation error) but it's still weird because i've literally never had Kaos automatically translate to "shirt" before for anything 😭

[literaryvein-reblogs]

commonly confused words

accept: to receive except: with the exclusion of

advice: recommendation (noun) advise: to recommend (verb)

adverse: unfavorable averse: opposed to

affect: to influence (verb); emotional response (noun) effect: result (noun); to cause (verb)

aisle: space between rows isle: island

allude: to make indirect reference to elude: to avoid

allusion: indirect reference illusion: false idea, misleading appearance

already: by this time all ready: fully prepared

altar: sacred platform or place alter: to change

altogether: thoroughly all together: everyone/everything in one place

a lot: a quantity; many of something allot: to divide or portion out

angel: supernatural being, good person angle: shape made by joining two straight lines

are: plural form of "to be" our: plural form of "my"

accent: pronunciation common to a region ascent: the act of rising or climbing assent: consent, agreement

assistance: help assistants: helpers

bare: nude, unadorned bear: to carry; an animal

beside: close to; next to besides: except for; in addition

boar: a wild male pig bore: to drill a hole through

board: piece of wood bored: uninterested

born: brought into life borne: past participle of "to bear" (carry)

breath: air taken in (noun) breathe: to take in air (verb)

brake: device for stopping break: destroy; make into pieces

buy: to purchase by: next to; through the agency of

canvas: heavy cloth canvass: to take a survey; a survey

capital: major city capitol: government building

choose: to pick chose: past tense of "to choose"

clothes: garments close: to shut; near cloths: pieces of fabric

coarse: rough course: path; series of lectures

complement: something that completes compliment: praise, flattery

conscience: sense of morality conscious: awake, aware

corps: regulated group corpse: dead body

council: governing body counsel: advice; to give advice

dairy: place where milk products are processed diary: personal journal

descent: downward movement dissent: disagreement

dessert: final, sweet course in a meal desert: to abandon; dry, sandy area

device: a plan; a tool or utensil devise: to create

discreet: modest, prudent behavior discrete: a separate thing, distinct

do: a verb indicating performance or execution of a task dew: water droplets condensed from air due: as a result of

dominant: commanding, controlling dominate: to control

die: to lose life; one of a pair of dice dye: to change or add color

dyeing: changing or adding color dying: losing life

elicit: to draw out illicit: illegal, forbidden

eminent: prominent imminent: about to happen

envelop: to surround (verb) envelope: container for a letter (noun)

everyday: routine, commonplace, ordinary (adj.) every day: each day, succession (adj. + noun)

fair: just, honest; a carnival; light skinned fare: money for transportation; food

farther: at a greater (measurable) distance further: in greater (non-measurable) depth

formally: conventionally, with ceremony formerly: previously

forth: forward fourth: number four in a list

gorilla: animal in ape family guerrilla: soldier specializing in surprise attacks

hear: to sense sound by ear here: in this place

heard: past tense of "to hear" herd: group of animals

hoard: a hidden fund or supply, a cache horde: a large group or crowd, swarm

hole: opening whole: complete; an entire thing

human: relating to the species homo sapiens humane: compassionate

its: possessive form of "it" it's: contraction for "it is"

knew: past tense of "know" new: fresh, not yet old

know: to comprehend no: negative

later: after a time latter: second one of two things

lead: heavy metal substance; to guide led: past tense of "to lead"

lessen: to decrease lesson: something learned and/or taught

lightning: storm-related electricity lightening: making lighter

loose: unbound, not tightly fastened lose: to misplace

maybe: perhaps (adv.) may be: might be (verb)

meat: animal flesh meet: to encounter mete: to measure; to distribute

medal: a flat disk stamped with a design meddle: to interfere, intrude metal: a hard organic substance mettle: courage, spirit, energy

miner: a worker in a mine minor: underage person (noun); less important (adj.)

moral: distinguishing right from wrong; lesson of a fable or story morale: attitude or outlook usually of a group

passed: past tense of "to pass" past: at a previous time

patience: putting up with annoyances patients: people under medical care

peace: absence of war piece: part of a whole; musical arrangement

peak: point, pinnacle, maximum peek: to peer through or look furtively pique: fit of resentment, feeling of wounded vanity

pedal: the foot lever of a bicycle or car petal: a flower segment peddle: to sell

personal: intimate; owned by a person personnel: employees

plain: simple, unadorned plane: to shave wood; aircraft (noun)

precede: to come before proceed: to continue

presence: attendance; being at hand presents: gifts

principal: foremost (adj.); administrator of a school (noun) principle: moral conviction, basic truth

quiet: silent, calm quite: very

rain: water drops falling; to fall like rain reign: to rule rein: strap to control an animal (noun); to guide or control (verb)

raise: to lift up raze: to tear down

rational: having reason or understanding rationale: principles of opinion, beliefs

respectfully: with respect respectively: in that order

reverend: title given to clergy; deserving respect reverent: worshipful

right: correct; opposite of left rite: ritual or ceremony write: to put words on paper

road: path rode: past tense of "to ride"

scene: place of an action; segment of a play seen: viewed; past participle of "to see"

sense: perception, understanding since: measurement of past time; because

sight: scene, view, picture site: place, location cite: to document or quote (verb)

stationary: standing still stationery: writing paper

straight: unbending strait: narrow or confining; a waterway

taught: past tense of "to teach" taut: tight

than: used to introduce second element; compared to then: at that time; next

their: possessive form of "they" there: in that place they’re: contraction for "they are"

through: finished; into and out of threw: past tense of "to throw" thorough: complete

to: toward too: also; very (used to show emphasis) two: number following one

track: course, road tract: pamphlet; plot of ground

waist: midsection of the body waste: discarded material; to squander

waive: forgo, renounce wave: flutter, move back and forth

weak: not strong week: seven days

weather: climatic condition whether: if wether: a neutered male sheep

where: in which place were: past tense of "to be"

which: one of a group witch: female sorcerer

whose: possessive for "of who" who’s: contraction for "who is"

your: possessive for "of you" you’re: contraction for "you are" yore: time long past

commonly confused words part 2 ⚜ Writing Resources PDFs

[crazyprocessedsynth]

It obviously meant pistachios. He was the one who called them "pistachio-lovin'." It obviously meant the pistachios. He was doing this on purpose. Its shutters twitch again, and its fans reach a constant dull whir from their stress level at his sheer audacity. He was doing this on purpose.

If you looked close, you could even see a small amount of steam rising from the gaps in their plating that allowed airflow.

This obnoxious man was doing a professional job of getting under their metal skin.

"WHAT IS WRONG WITH YOU?"

This is why it hates humans so much. Everything about them is just infuriating, down to the simplest mannerisms. And the way they presume everything is about them? Ugh. Can't you just get out of my space already?

"HOW WOULD IT BE WORKING? HARASSING ME AND SHOVING FOOD ON ME AS A BRIBE?"

If they didn't want to tear his throat out, it would be working. Maybe he would be bearable if he couldn't speak...

"FORCING GIFTS ON A SUPERIOR DOESN'T MAKE UP FOR BEING A COMPLETE NUISANCE."

They huff, and return their view to the smoothie in their hand. Their frustration was leading to a feeling of distaste for the flavor, from being teased about it, but it was at least a bit sweet, and that made up for it for now. They'd file this away for later and revisit what they thought about pistachio when they weren't being actively aggravated. A long, loud, deliberately irritating sip, and then they continue complaining.

"YEAH, WELL, WHATEVER IDIOT BROUGHT ME HERE DIDN'T SEEM TO THINK I NEEDED ANY." None of the periodic clothing handouts from the nightmare queen had been retained on arrival. Just their luck. Even if they feigned indifference, playing dress-up and being cute was fun. "I DON'T SEE HOW THAT'S ANY OF YOUR BUSINESS EITHER, FLESHLING."

" if you'll like what? " will returns to the half-finished sentence, head tilting like a confused dog's. men? humans? choosing the path of most annoyance, his shoulders roll in a dance-like gesture. " pretzels? i had a pretty good clue when i saw you eating one earlier. "

he shrugs, pretending that is what wx means ( he knows damn right it's not ). unstopped, he walks along in direction of the clothing stores, humming casually. the only acknowledgement he gives the befuddlement caused in the other is a glint in smooth blues as he looks at it through the corner of his eyes.

" i'm not trying to buy your approval, " then, brushing his hair back with fingers as a provisory comb, will smiles. " if i was, would it be working, though? "

another big gulp, nearly uncomfortable down his throat. there's visible relief when wx expresses a neutrality towards the drink - he happily bids farewell to the already-expected act he'd put on just so they could seemingly share an opinion. " it's fine, right? i don't know what i was expectin'. "

tilting his skull backwards, will downs the remainder of the drink in one go, tosses the paper cup into a trashcan as he walks. " and i could say the same for your fashion sense. what kinda clothes do you like, seventy? "

[helslastangel]

Zodiac Tech Support

If it doesn't apply, let it- man why i gotta keep saying this....

Pisces Suns: Put in rice. If still not responsive, try sage and don't text them past midnight.

Gemini Moons: Turn off the WiFi. Watch the chaos for 10 seconds, then turn it back on.

Scorpio Rising: No update available. Been incognito since 2003.

Leo Suns: Will reboot automatically if you stop paying attention to them for 12 seconds.

Capricorn Venus: Corrupted memory. You did back up on an external hard drive, right? RIGHT?

Cancer Mars: Too many residual feelings in the cache. Clear it with care and compliments.

Libra Mercury: Buffering. Refresh the page and set a timer. Make one option prettier than the other.

Capricorn Moon: Emotionally encrypted. Password hidden behind a paywall. Well, what are you waiting for? Pay up!

Sagittarius Mars: Downloaded a virus from a link that said "wanderlust." Just get a new PC.

Virgo Moon: Saw one typo and met the blue screen of death. Reboot in safe mode. Hope for the best.

Saturn Return (everyone): Battery critical. 🪫 Delete 20s and try again in 7–9 business years.

If symptoms persist, blame Mercury.

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[sscieloz]

Live your life

band!aespa x groupie!reader

Synopsis: It’s been less than a year since the band Aespa was created. Karina, Minjeong, Giselle and Ningning travel all over the country with nothing but a few gigs, little money and much love for the music. They’re far from superstars, and still don’t have a lot to offer. Besides, there’s something they can’t quite grasp: why you, the band’s most faithful fan, follows them without even questioning.

Warnings: lots of plot w a little bit of smut in the end, as alwayss.

Word count: 6.5k

Notes: I tried following the MV in chronological order and I’m kinda proud w the way it turned out ˆˆ I had lots of fun writing it so I hope you have fun reading it too!! Also I ❤️ you band!aespa let me be your fucktoy I can take the four of you. and not in a fight (probably in a fight too).

pt.1 | pt.2 | pt.3 | pt.4

—

“Is this legal?” Ningning asks, hugging the straps of her backpack. She tilts her head up to grasp at the place that would make their stay for this week of competition, its grand walls of concrete leaving her in awe.

You’ve been wiser this time: the cache of the band’s last performance made it possible for them to buy a roof rack for your brother’s— now basically theirs— van, which provided much more space for equipment and luggage. 

“Not really.” The four of you say, in unison. With a deep sigh, you grab your belongings and walk towards the huge stairs that precede the nearly-abandoned place. 

“It used to be a bathhouse,” Karina tells the maknae, holding her by the shoulders as they walk forward in hopes of making her less uneasy. “But now they use it as a vintage, low-cost hostel, or whatever. It’s always cramped during these times of the year, so we’re safe Ningnie. Don’t worry.” 

The bathhouse is huge, although its dirty façade announces it’s been long since the place served its initial purpose. Grass grows around their feet, nearly disappearing into the wild, and there’s a great amount of dirt clinging to their shoes in the parking lot. Three floors are presented in front of them in all of their grandness, in a structure so massive the place could be misguided as a shopping mall. 

Ningning gulps, although she doesn’t look relaxed in the slightest. Going up so many flights of stairs leaves you breathless, resting your hands on your knees as soon as you reach the entry lounge. The inside of the building is much different from what you expected: it’s filled with warm lights, and most importantly, it’s packed. Young people storm from side to side, hanging out in the corners or walking in rushed paces. The mixed voices bring a lively vibe to the open area, and you smile as you watch comforting chaos unravel. Such noise is enough proof that you're here: the girls are actually going to perform in the most important music competition in the country. 

A hand on your shoulder grabs your attention as you reach for your camera, itching to record every second of the journey. Ningning’s voice makes you look up amidst getting lost searching for it in the middle of your stuff.

“Y/n.” She calls for you, staring at the ground to avoid making eye contact. Her shoulders are pressed downwards, announcing a hesitant posture much unlike herself. You hum in response, acknowledging her while still looking through your backpack. “Is it ok if we room together, this time?” 

You watch as Ning brushes her hands repetitively, aware something’s wrong. Ningning might be the youngest of the band, but she’s usually mature, serious, and confident; It’s concerning to have her acting like that.

“Sure, unnie.” You smile at her, looking around as you squeeze her arm in hopes of offering her some reassurance. After making sure the other girls were busy with the check-in, and that there weren’t any eavesdroppers, you ask, “Are they back again? Have you been getting any sleep?”

Ningning’s nod, followed by a tired sigh, is enough of an answer. You know being so dependent on her friends bothers her deeply, even though you’ve told her countless times none of you mind. 

It’s well-known among the girls that Ning struggles with night terrors. Being an independent and strong-willed child made her extremely talented, but also very lonely. Ningning’s parents invested in her and sent her away from her hometown, Harbin before the age of 10. From then on, the maknae found herself all alone in Korea, pushing through an excruciating routine at a shitty entertainment company where people barely knew her name. She never spoke, at first because she didn’t know Korean at all— but also because people rarely talked to her; only urging her through events and evaluations like a doll.

Or better, more like a ghost. The loneliness clung to her bones, making its way through her soul until she wasn’t even sure who she was without it. 

Ever since then, her nightmares have kept her awake at night, trapped in a tangled mess of absurd dreams that deprive her of getting any rest. The hallucinations are so real she’s frequently urged out of sleep with a trembling body and heavy nausea, rushing to the nearest bathroom in complete panic.

Thankfully, not sleeping by herself is something Ningning found to be of much help, even if just a bit. So the girls take turns holding the youngest member close in their arms until her body gives up to exhaustion, still trembling. 

That was before Ning had gotten it under control. With the help of a professional and her friends’ endless support, she eventually learned how to suppress her troubled thoughts. As months went by, her nightmares somehow did not scare her as much as they did when she was a little girl. 

Or so she thought. Asking for help meant things were not looking good at all, which set up an alarm in the back of your mind. 

You had to talk to Karina about it and let the leader know. Out of the three girls, she was the most protective of Ningning: the duo acted like sisters most of the time and had a tight bond. 

“We’ll get rid of those nasty monsters, Ningie.” You tell her, resting your arm on her shoulders as you walk side by side to the elevator. “Fuck them. I’ll personally beat their asses for disturbing our little princess’s sleep.” 

Ningning’s laugh fills up the small corridor, and as she clings to your body, you’re reminded of how small she is. The maknae trusts you; it’s something you feel in the way she reaches out for your embrace, allowing herself to be vulnerable even if not for long. 

“So,” Karina says, staring at the four of you with a serious face. “I know we all want to enjoy the festival too, and we absolutely should. But it’s late, and it’s a week-long competition, so I say we take it easy and rest today.” 

The leader's words reverberate through the elevator, her assertive tone leaving it clear that it was a rather strong-willed suggestion as you all nod. 

“We’ve worked hard for this opportunity.” Minjeong agrees, leaning onto the big mirror that gave the impression that the elevator was much bigger than its actual size. “Let’s not fuck it up. We can have fun later anyway.” 

“Our first performance is tomorrow, but we have a bunch of interviews scheduled before that. We must be well prepared and rested.” Giselle adds, while they get onto their floor and start walking toward their assigned rooms. 

Somehow, the girls always manage to get caught up with something just minutes before getting in the car for their road trip, which meant you arrived later than expected. At nearly 4 AM, everyone was tired, even though the adrenaline of being part of something as big as The Box was enough for them to be a bit jumpy, eyes darting around to capture everything dimmed possible. 

The rooms were better, this time: there wasn’t any dust and the place looked fairly comforting, compared to the last place you stayed at. You drop your backpack and your small suitcase onto the ground without much care.

“Goodnight, cuties. See you in the morning.” You murmur, rubbing your eyes as you throw yourself on the bed, extra tired from being the designated driver for the entire journey. Giselle, Winter, and Karina wave faintly, too, making their way to their room at a quick pace. 

Ningning smiles and watches as you stretch yourself, exhausted. She’s quick to drop her stuff and pull her single bed, although it doesn’t move further than an inch. “Y/n… help me join the beds, please?” 

“Right, right. Of course.” With some effort, the two of you manage to move the two beds together into the center of the room, and you relax for a bit while Ningning occupies the bathroom. The soft sheets that welcome your face are much different from the leather seats of your car, and the change is well welcomed— so much you let out a deep sigh, relieved now that you’re finally able to relax. 

After changing into your pajamas, you stare at the ceiling and you wait for Ningning to hop out of the shower and join you in bed before falling asleep yourself. However, the last thing your mind registers are the soft sounds of Yizhuo’s shower before sleep takes over your body and you lose a short-lived battle to unconsciousness. 

—

Life is anything but peaceful when you give up a normal, ordinary life to live off of music. Not that it’s a bad thing: if anything, the thrill of not having a routine grants to the girls a type of freedom that only comes with art. 

That’s all Karina can think about as the five of you hang out at a big, open field. There’s a fence where you and Ningning sit, and the cool breeze messes up her long, pitch-black hair. More than freedom, the leader’s chest also burns with a deep sense of accomplishment. 

Within a blink, she’s at the bathhouse’s rooftop and this time her bandmates chat lively by the place’s enormous sign. It’s late, and a different kind of unsettlement takes place inside her rebel heart this time, one Karina feels deep in her bones.

Thankfully, she doesn’t have to dwell much: her senses prove to be right almost immediately when they’re struck by a sea of shooting stars. They fly by so fast Karina barely sees them, making their way through with such strength she’s pushed onto the ground. There’s only enough time for her to grab a single star, grasping the small light within her hands as strongly as she can. 

But just as fast as it happened, the storm is gone. Karina looks up to talk to you and the girls about it, but you’re nowhere to be seen. She frowns, realizing she’s left all alone, under the darkness of a starless sky. 

That’s when she wakes up: breathless, trembling badly as she grabs her neck in hopes of making more air run through her lungs. Despite the cool night, her body is drenched in sweat. Yet, the oldest member can’t help but sigh in relief once she looks up beside her and finds Minjeong peacefully asleep. The leader looks to the other bed, where Giselle’s faint snores can be heard, her mouth hanging slightly open as saliva drools onto the bassist’s pillow.

Karina’s safe. She’s with her girls, in the comfort of their room. 

Yet the loneliness she felt still echoes through her body, hurting enough to draw small tears from her eyes before she acknowledges it. It had been such an empty moment… to look up and not see any of the people she loved and cherished deeply. 

It’s something Karina decides she never wants to feel again. 

“Mhm…” Minjeong stirs, her eyes half open as she stretches her arms out. Karina’s noises probably woke her up— the girl has never been a deep sleeper anyway. “What are you doing awake?” 

A few seconds go by, and Karina stays silent. The answer comes when the blonde is almost falling asleep again, so low Minjeong thinks she’s imagining it. “You left me there, all alone. All of you.” 

“We… who?” Minjeong’s voice is scrappy with confusion. She looks at the leader, scratching her head as she watches Karina get up. “Why would we do that? We’re literally right here, unnie.”

Minjeong’s attempts to understand her friend fail. If anything, she’s bluntly ignored by Karina, who shakes Giselle gently until she manages to get the Japanese girl up, although clearly in a zombie-like state, still barely conscious. 

The weather was still a bit hot by the time they arrived, so the girls agreed to leave the old, arched windows open for the night. Now, the wind had messed up the leader’s wavy hair, and there were little eye-bags under her eyes from waking up so abruptly. As a result of such an intense dream, Karina’s lips trembled and her body lacked its usual strength, which was noticeable by her limp arms. She looks fragile, clearly disturbed by a train of thoughts echoing inside her mind. 

And the way the leader stares at Minjeong so helplessly… It’s the reason why she doesn’t question when Karina offers her hand to help the blonde out of bed, in complete silence. One that remains until the leader unlocks your and Ningning’s room with her spare card, walking onto the bed with light steps— as if she was taken by the wind itself. 

Your bedroom is not as big as theirs, and the improvised bed is still rather small, but Karina makes it fit. Her hand is keen on Giselle’s back, urging the girl back to bed as the leader lies her down once again. Like in a puzzle, Minjeong squeezes herself between your arched back and Ning’s body, careful to not wake up either of you. 

“Feeling better?” She asks Karina, who watches the scene with a small smile. Minejong’s heart is filled with warmth at the girl’s pretty face, as she closes her eyes once again. 

“Much better.” The vocalist murmurs, calm and collected. Being tangled with her girls at one of the country’s most successful music events is enough to dissipate her previous loneliness. There’s nothing else she needed but the four of you. “I’m no longer alone, now.” 

She’s safe.

—

The Box is an event created for Companies from all over the country to show off their assets and make as much profit as possible—and they make sure to capitalize on every second of it, which is as much of a burden as it is an opportunity for its participants. The girls had interviews, outfit changes, and makeup booths provided by sponsors, guaranteed as long as they shot commercials and launched a few good words about their brands. 

Held in a big, open area, the place brings goosebumps to Karina’s stomach, reminiscing too much of her dream as the same clouds wind on the sky, blocking the sun’s path. Just as she had done moments prior, you look up too, frowning. The lack of light makes the day seem gloomier than usual, and a single droplet of rain would result in an atrocious, muddy day. 

And that would be a disaster, for sure.

“So,” After recording the stage they’d perform at in just a few hours, you turn around and nearly shove your camera on Giselle’s face. “Enlighten us, Gigi: why is the festival named The Box if the main stage is actually a big fucking losangle?” 

Giselle’s tone is condescending as she adjusts her perfectly arranged bangs, giving you a dirty look before answering. “Y/n, my love.” She redirects the camera to capture both of your faces, smearing your cheek with her lip gloss. “You just have to accept some things: like the weather, time… and The Box’s setup. It’s how it’s always been, so let’s not dwell on that matter, okay? Thanks.” 

“Very well, then. You heard her.” You nod back at the camera, capturing the massive stage for a few more seconds before pausing the recording. 

Giselle’s passive-aggressiveness was one of her hottest traits, and you loved to watch her boss people around. Which she always made sure of doing, whenever she had the chance to.

The Japanese girl giggles at your words, nudging you gently. Not much further from you, Karina and Ningning stand in a big line to try some popular dish. You wave to them, and Giselle straightens her posture, following your stare with a grunt. 

“So, you and Jimin, huh.” She asks, plucking at the grass with her shoes. It’s obvious she’s trying her best to sound nonchalant and not make a big deal out of it.

It was no secret that you were devoted to Karina, surrendering yourself with as much as a whisper from her. Still, it was amusing to you how shy Giselle seemed with her question. Her hesitation was sweet, so cute it draws a smile from your face. 

“Oh… well, yeah.” You shrug, not at all ashamed. “She needs someone to warm up her bed.” You eye Giselle attentively, studying the older girl’s body language before adding, “I can help you with that too if you’d like. I know Jimin unnie wouldn’t mind.”

Your answer catches her off guard, her eyes wide from your straightforwardness. You’re nearly teasing her for being so shocked when she laughs, shaking her head. It’s Giselle, after all: the girl has such a flirty nature you’d be surprised if she didn’t give you a run for your money. 

“We’ll see... You’re sure one of a kind, Y/n. That you are.” She answers, with a sultry tone before gently squeezing your arm and vanishing from your sight. 

That is enough for you. The Japanese girl’s gorgeous looks and confident nature make her so desirable and hot— truly an it girl, often leading the group to try out new music styles and different types of choreographies. Giselle is always pushing herself outside her comfort zone. 

It’s good that she knows you’re also willing to try anything she’d like, too. 

Brushing that subject off your mind, you take some time to dive into the festival, just as curious as the girls were: the place is still beautiful, despite the weather. Its lively atmosphere is enchanting, and there is so much happening: from bands singing on minor stages to dance performances not much further from where you stand. Everyone seems eager to participate, and you’re just as excited to watch everything at once.  

This event is also a great opportunity for you, considering you’re still attending university— hoping to major in Media Arts in two years or so. Even though you spend most of the time following the girls around, your passion for filmmaking and photography is also one of the reasons you’re so committed to recording everything your eyes meet. You plan on making this documentary into your final presentation of the year and submitting it to one of your main classes. 

So you record everything: making a full turn to capture your entire experience. You’re so committed to your task that you don’t even notice Minjeong’s frame behind you, the blonde girl not making an effort to move such thing as an inch from out of your way. 

The two of you collide with each other so roughly you have to hold onto the girl’s tiny frame with your free hand to prevent her from a having dirty fall.  Minjeong gives you an ugly look, impatiently wiping the dirt from her plaid skirt. She’s judgy, as always— not a day goes by where the blonde doesn’t give you a hard time.

Although you weren’t exactly peaceful to her, either. 

“Do you ever wear a bra?” She mumbles, annoyed. Minjeong’s fingers press the tip of her nose bridge and she closes her eyes as if dealing with you was enough to drain all of her energy. 

“Why are you looking anyway?” You’re quick to snap back, crossing your arms over your chest. 

Choosing comfort over fashion was something you’d always do, and today was no different. Your look for the day was rather basic, but perfect for someone who’d be walking around the entire time: a pair of jeans and a plain white tank top that made your Aespa badge visible to anyone who took a quick look at you. However, that little show of Winter has made the dirt that clung onto the fabric attract attention to your breasts, highlighting the way your pierced nipples peeked through. It had only been a few weeks since you and Giselle got them done, so you were still a bit hypersensitive.

Not that you minded, anyway. Minjeong would be a jerk regardless of that: the blonde made her life’s purpose to annoy the shit out of you, and she’s very committed on doing so.

Proving your point, Winter scoffs, all annoyed.

“You always make this shit on purpose, don’t you?” You stare at her, confused, and it seems like she’s had enough. Rolling her eyes, Minjeong brushes past you, nearly dragging you by the shoulders as she stomps away. “Whatever. Whore.”

Minjeong is so rude. Undeniably so, with an insanely stubborn temper. Her mood changes quickly, and it is hard to tell if she genuinely hates you or if it is just some kind of playful banter.

Not that you cared much, honestly. There were many important things for you to worry about, like the amazing festival happening at the moment. You’d deal with that nightmare of a girl some other time. 

Instead of allowing the petite blonde to disturb your mind, you decide to walk around by yourself too— despite preferring to be surrounded by the girls at all times, it felt good to be on your own.

You were deeply committed to making a masterpiece out of your clips. If the work you handed in was good enough, then perhaps your professor would overlook the number of absences on your attendance sheet and give you a nice grade. 

After walking around for a few minutes, a certain stage catches your attention: the structure is small and curiously held like a boxing ring, where nine girls sing and dance in beautiful harmony. The space is so far from the center of the festival its last rounds of chairs nearly drag onto the woods that surround the place. 

The girls performing are all dressed in dark pants, white crop tops, and black ties, and they’re incredibly in synch while still making complicated moves. Their voices are sweet, and so is the music that flows to your ears: it’s a cover of one of your favorite songs, KARA’s Mr.

Your eyes go straight to the sign that hangs in front of the stage, looking for said group’s name. Thankfully, it’s easy to find, both in Hangul and Romanized.

Fromis9.

The nine girls’ bright stage presence fills up the area, and it amazes you how coordinated they are, not one outshining the other despite being so many. No lines are stolen in the song; instead, they add to each other beautifully, reminding you of your girls. The contrast is fascinating, from Aespa’s four-member band to those strangers, who sing cheerful songs like this will be the last happy summer of their lives. 

You’re enchanted by them, truthfully. Not only talented, the girls seem genuinely sweet, as they spin and jump around to hype up the dead crowd. And oh, they’re stunning: each one with striking features, ones that surely seem like they’ve been taken straight out of a fairytale. 

You make sure to record their entire performance, as well as the little playful moments reserved for interacting with their fans and supporters. Soon enough, the song ends, leaving the group breathless but happy. You watch as the girls bow and take turns passing small water bottles around, tired from giving their all on stage. 

A few of them start a small discourse, although you don’t pay enough attention to grasp the meaning of their words. You’re too busy staring at one of them instead, hiding behind your camera so she doesn’t see how enamored you are. 

The girl is small, but her slim waist and toned muscles announce she must spend most of her free time at the gym. An energetic pink-haired girl clings to one of her arms, providing a clear contrast to her long, pitch-black hair, but she doesn’t seem bothered in the slightest: if anything, she hugs the energetic girl back, laughing and she twirls her friend around.

Luckily for you, there’s a big paper clasped in front of her shirt, just like every artist who is currently performing and competing at The Box. You search for her name with expectation, just like you’ve done with her group’s name.

Hers say, Saerom. 

A beautiful name for an enchanting girl. 

However, it’s her face that surprises you the most. She’s beautiful, of course— stunningly so, but so is everyone at this festival: something expected for a place with such a high concentration of artists, models, and people in the entertainment industry in general. But as you look into her high cheekbones and sharp jawline, you’re surprised to find such kind eyes staring back at you. Saerom’s eyes provide her soft, almost ethereal look as she nods to you. It’s a faint action, one a distracted eye would barely notice once she moved back to the middle of the stage with her bandmates, yet you’d never miss it. There’s no way she wouldn’t stand out, despite her plain outfit. 

You could stare at her for hours. 

Although you’re incapable of doing so: in a blink, steady hands grab your camera, and your arms are urged down so fast you nearly let it fall on the ground. Nothing disastrous happens, thanks to your steady grip and good reflex, but your vision is blocked by a serious Karina, fuming as she stares angrily at you. 

“What are you doing, Y/n?” The leader’s cocky, angry voice is something you only hear when she’s feeling intimidated or when she wants to be petty, which is unusual for the occasion. Why would she be so defensive towards you?

Karina usually yaps her heart out until your ears hurt from her complaints. It’s a normal thing for her to do, whenever she’s pissed. However, she doesn’t say anything this time, clearly waiting— demanding an explanation. 

So you lift your camera, playfully poking her in a failed attempt of easing the tension hanging in the air. “I’m making The Box’s documentary as my final presentation.” You stay on your tiptoes, trying to get a hold of the view Karina is blocking so confidently, but it’s useless by now: the performance is over, and the Fromis9 members have already retreated backstage. “For that class I told you about, remember?”

Karina rolls her eyes, ignoring your explanation as she directs you in the opposite direction. With a resolute tone, she brushes off the matter. “Whatever. Listen, Y/n: you should only focus on us, your band. There’s no need for you to look at anyone else.”

Oh, Karina’s fuming. It’s easy to tell, from the way she refuses to meet your face to the red that paints her cheeks. You giggle, enjoying her subtle possessiveness. 

Truth be told, you thrived on being reassured just as much as the girls did. The only difference was that you made an immense effort to hide how much it aroused you, well aware they’d use it as an advantage. 

Besides, there was a bit of truth behind her words: the girls were the only ones you truly felt connected to; they were yours just as much as you were theirs, and you didn’t feel like you needed to meet new people.

“Of course, Jimin unnie.” You nod, walking next to her as you turn your camera off and place it back in your backpack. “Aespa is the only band worth looking at, anyway.” 

Karina blossoms under your praise, smiling brightly as she kisses you gently, her irritation gone. “Good girl. Now let’s go to the main stage. There are only two hours until our performance, and the girls are starting to get ready.” 

You’d like to tease her back a bit, but now wasn’t the time. Not when the band’s nerves were all over the place, nervous they’d fuck up the opportunity of their lives. No, you wouldn’t do such a thing. You’d be their anchor, peace, and most faithful supporter as you always were, ready to remind the girls of their true potential. 

With that, you and Karina walk back to the main stage with synchronized steps, and the moment with Saerom is brushed off to the back of your mind.

You've probably imagined the entire thing, anyway. There was nothing to wonder. 

—

“Hello, girls. Are you Aespa?” The staff asks, entering the room with his eyes glued to the list in his hands. After the five of you nod, he adds, with a comforting smile, “You’re on in 30. Come after you finish your makeup and clothes so we can start the soundcheck and set up your microphones.”

With another nod, you fall into a nervous silence once again. The girls have waited for this opportunity for so long; the crowd’s heated screams could be heard from where you stood, only adding to the girl’s expectations. It was the first time they performed in front of so many people, let alone at such a big and renowned festival. 

“I think I’m going to throw up.” Giselle mumbles, softening her necklace as if it were suffocating her. Her breaths were uneven, and her eyes were fixated on the ground. 

Karina smiles softly at the girl. As the leader, she knows it’s her duty to look composed and relaxed, to tranquilize her bandmates. “You’re not going to throw up, Gigi. You just need some air. Come on, let’s get out of here.” 

The leader grabs Giselle by the arm, urging her up. As they go through the door, Ningning rushes to follow their steps. 

“I need to breathe too.” She gulps, not even sparing you a glance as she runs to catch up with her friends. 

The nerves were striking, and they needed to look composed so they’d give their all on stage, as always.

You and Minjeong were the only ones left backstage, which allows you to take some time to study her better. The blonde sits perfectly still on the couch, with a rigid posture and hands clasped tightly on her lap. She looks composed, almost bored, as she always does— but you know her better. 

Minjeong’s muscles are visibly tense, and her left leg bounces so much you’re afraid it’s going to be chopped off from her body. She’s usually so composed, rarely giving a fuck about anything in her life. Whatever it was, the most Minjeong would do was roll her eyes at it or give it a nasty, rude response. Nothing else.

Seeing her bottle up her feelings like that is something that leaves you deeply uncomfortable. The way she deals with her emotions is none of your business of course, and it’s not like she ever talks about how she’s feeling with anyone anyway. 

Minjeong rarely talks about herself; not to you or her bandmates. She’s simply someone very private when it comes to that matter. It’s something the blonde struggles with— understanding and acknowledging her emotions are not things that come to her naturally, so Minjeong would often carry her burdens alone until the feelings get so heavy she explodes, taking it off on someone who has nothing to do with whatever it is she’s going through. 

Although it surprises you to see how deeply caring the girl can be. Minjeong, who knows Karina loves apple-flavored candy and sorts them out for her leader, even though they all think it’s gross. Minjeong, whose personal space is sacred, allows Ningning to be as clingy as she wants, aware the maknae longs for physical contact after being deprived of it so much as a child. Minjeong, who is the most competitive person you’ve ever met, but lets Giselle beat her at deck games whenever they notice the Japanese girl is feeling down. 

Minjeong, who despises you thoroughly, but snuck a new SD card into your purse after seeing you struggle with your camera for a few days. 

You didn’t want her to make her big debut feeling like a nervous wreck. She needs to relax, and not be so tense otherwise she won’t do good in her performance. 

And you know just what to do. 

With a sigh, you drop your hand from the doorknob and turn to her, leaning on the wall to take a better look at Winter. 

“You’re nervous.” You state, smirking at the sight of her face growing red—the blonde girl, usually so collected… oh, how she hates to be caught. 

Most importantly, Minjeong hates how you can always see right through her. 

“Well no shit, Sherlock.” 

Walking towards her with small, unhurried steps, you sit right next to her, crossing your legs as you lean onto her.

“I can help you with that.” You whisper to her, staring at her mouth. “Do you trust me?”

Minjeong scrunches her nose but doesn’t move away. Her answer, however, comes immediately— not an ounce of hesitation coming from her mouth. “Not at all.”

“Good.” You cup her face. “Wise girl.”

Leaning in, you capture Minjeong’s lips in a messy kiss. Despite her fiery personality, she tastes sweet, and you savor the strawberry essence of her lip gloss. Kissing Minjeong is addictive, yet you can’t seem to get enough of her. You lick her lips and devour her until your lungs scream for air, and the two of you get off each other when there’s no air and you’re both left desperate and breathless. 

Minjeong’s blonde hair flows freely, her scrutinizing stare forgotten the moment the two of you got so close your breaths entwined. For a moment, you don’t do anything but stare at each other, as you look for any signs of what she’d like to do next. You’re nearly sure she’d tell you to get lost until she grabs your neck and pulls you close, kissing you for the second time. 

“You’re completely insufferable, Y/n.” She murmurs in between the kiss as her thumb brushes down your neck. Even though there’s a faint pressure, her touch is almost soothing, urging you down to your knees. “Now, do more.”

You’re more than eager to follow her wishes, urging her pants and underwear down in a swift motion. Minjeong’s pussy is so pretty, all pink, swollen, and glistening, and you lick your lips with anticipation. The blonde girl lies comfortably on the couch as she spreads her folds with two of her fingers— showing herself to your hungry gaze.

“How do I look right now, Y/n?” Her tone is drenched with mockery as you squeeze her thighs, drawing a shiver from her. Your hands trace tiny circles on her milky skin, and you choose to ignore her; too focused on her beautiful body on display for you. 

Minjeong’s free hand goes to grip your hair, annoyed by your lack of response. “Fine, then. Do you want to know how you look?” 

Her malicious smile, much different from her delicate features, is what makes you shiver at her concentration. Giving her thighs faint bites, you ask, “Enlighten me, Minjeong.” 

“Like a whore.” Her grip tightens and you can’t help but bite harder this time. “Hey! See, I’ve always said you’re just a cheap who—“

Minjeong is silenced by your warm tongue on her pussy, licking a big stripe of her sex, as you go all the way up to suck on her clit as well. Her high-pitched moans are like music to your ears, and you take turns sucking her sensitive bud and letting out some lewd, loud sounds as you nearly make out with her pussy. 

“Do you want my fingers, pretty girl?” You mumble, staring at her through your lashes. 

Minjeong looks like a painting, beautiful with her mouth half-opened and a thin cover of sweat covering her brows. She nods frantically, urging you even closer.

Greedy, that’s what she is.

“Yes, please.” It’s the first time you’ve ever seen use her manners, so you’re quick to comply. “Fuck, Y/n…” 

Two of your fingers enter her cunt without any resistance as you thrust hard and fast. She bucks her hips to add to the stimulation, and you’re graced with the glorious view of her abs, thankful she chose a tiny crop top for the day. You want to see her tits, too, but it’s not like you’re in any position to demand anything— not while Minjeong uses you as a toy, rocking onto your mouth as her moans grow louder and louder. 

You feel her walls tensing up, and her toes curl as she tells you, “Y/n, I’m going t—“

“Cum for me, Minjeongie.” You give her clit one last, harsh suck, as her breathing becomes even quicker. “That’s it, let go.”

Minjeong follows your commands, reaching her orgasm with a high-pitched moan as she squeezes your head in between her thighs. Her body trembles from the stimulation, and you keep your fingers inside her walls until she’s calmed down enough that her screams are reduced to heavy breaths. You lick her clean, then, careful to not touch her clit as you eat her out for a few other moments. 

What’s most surprising to you, though, is the delicacy in her touch as she urges you up, tasting herself on your lips. 

“Sweet.” She giggles, before grabbing your tank top and pushing you off her. Minjeong’s obsessed with oversized jeans, and her current ones look huge on her tiny waist as she takes her time with buttoning up. “I really needed that, Y/n. Thanks.”

You don’t bother to hide a cocky smile as you nod, shrugging. 

“You’re going own that fucking stage today, Minjeong. All of you.” It’s what they were born to do. There isn’t a slight possibility of them not doing their absolute best on stage.

“I know.” Minjeong looks around, bouncing back and forth with her hands on her jeans’ back pocket. After a pause, she adds, with a quiet tone, “You’re going to be there, right? At the front row. Recording and all. It’s one of the only things you’re useful for anyway.” 

You smile, understanding the hidden meaning behind her bored tone. “Of course, I will, dumbass. I’ll be there with you, as always.”

You’d always be there for your girls: cheering, supporting, or helping the band with anything they needed. 

Karina, Ningning, Giselle, and Minjeong were not sure of when you became such an important figure in their lives, but there was something they all agreed on: they’ve grown too fond of you now. It was impossible to let you go. 

Not that you had any intentions of leaving their side, anyway. 

[meathunt]

Little angel

I have been fighting my demons here for a second and i finally finished this lil thing, i have more things still cooking so look out for them, hopefully soon ^^u This was kinda inspired by a reddit story ngl

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You sat down on the grass after finishing moving some boxes for the residents of this little community you were in.

You were in an activity for extra credits for your vet degree. Your professor, Mr. Smith, gave the opportunity to your class to accompany him to a community out in a rural area, very out of the way if you say so yourself a little bit hidden, but you also haven't been near these areas before so maybe this was normal.

You guys were supposed to help out in the community with the farm animals and check if they were in good living conditions. The activity was set for two and a half weeks and you expected it to be all.

But the animals were in great shape, even if the place was a bit technology lacking, they were great structures and machinery fitting for a comfortable life for the animals. So you guys finished the hands on experience pretty early on the trip.

Some of your classmates were now taking this time as a vacation, others were seeking ways of trying to go home early, you and a couple of the others decided to make the best of this time and try to help out were you could. It was better than nothing and you wanted to give back to the community for taking great care of your group.

It felt great to be able to give back some of the kindness they have showed you. But there was a thing that was kind of bothering you, they were fairly polite, even friendly with the ones that helped out, but there was this constant feeling of being an outsider, like they all were in secret you didn't know about. This feeling of being observed constantly was feeling more of a reality.

The feeling got worst almost at the middle of your stay here, after you played with some of the kids, looking after them to give some of the people you were helping out that day some time to finish their tasks and get some rest.

It was fun for you actually, no longer having time to just play around with all your new responsibilities. The kids actually got very attached to you quite quickly, having someone new that have them cool facts and played with them when they asked was a treat for them. After a whole afternoon of that the kids were spent and after having dinner, and a story from you, they just went to sleep.

The parents thanked you profusely for the help, and you talked a bit into the night. After that the community as a whole seemed to treat you in a kinder way, even more than the others that also helped out, looking for you when they need help in small things, gifting you special treats and just chatting with you. But also they seemed to get you away from “dangerous” jobs, when something was too exhausting or too complex they will seek out some of your classmates and if you happen to be accompanying them the residents will somehow find a way to get you out of the group and doing some simpler task.

It felt weird, but you didn’t think they were doing it in bad faith, maybe they were worried the children will tail you? After all, sometimes the kids follow you around like little ducklings, a cute habit of them on your opinion, so you tried to not look to deep into it.

On the final days of your stay the residents really got used to babying you, in your opinion, someone always was asking if you had eaten something, giving you snacks and someone always had to be with you on the day. You thought it was a bit flattering in a way, about how comfortable they were with you, but also it seemed a bit strange that after all this time they didn’t seem to have half of this consideration with your other classmates. It was even a bit of a joke with some of your friends that you just got adopted by these people.

But sometimes you cached shushed conversations that stopped as soon as you got close, and even when they were taking care of you it didn’t feel exactly like a parent with a child, sure they were babying you, but it felt more like some kind of reverence? Afraid to make you tired or get hurt, but not being able to tell you no. You could have sworn that once you heard someone referring to you as a “holy child” but when you prodded about it they deflected and distracted you from asking again.

The day when your group was schedule you to leave you could sense that everyone was kind of on edge, the residents had this air of sadness and worry about them, you thought it was your idea when one of your friends also pointed that out. Before you all left they gave you all some gifts as a thanks for all the help, but you not only received slightly more than everyone else, you were also gifted a bracelet, it was very cute with a very modern design if you said so yourself, a bit strange considering that they wouldn’t have a place to get something like it out here, but you didn’t have any time to really ask because after the goodbyes you were immediately told to get in the bus.

Your professor had stayed out talking with them when you all were inside, he was talking with someone you couldn’t see very well, it seemed they were comfortable with each other, and at the end they shook hands like finishing some type of deal, when he got back he acted like nothing happened, just telling you all that he will give you reports and grades for the extra credits at the start of the new semester, the trip back going in complete calm as you played with your new bracelet.

You unpacked the last of your belongings in your new adult apartment, you found this really good place when you were hunting down cheap places for uni, at first you were planning to live with some roommates to save on costs, but then you found this extremely good deal for the apartment, something about experimental technology for ease of life, they were looking for someone that would just live a normal day to day and help them get some data to perfect it. Sure the conditions for living here were a bit harsh, just one person per apartment, or certified partners/families, the visiting privileges were a pain, having to disclose in advance if you would have visitors, no pets allowed, and a ton of other things.

BUT rent was very affordable, they had cleaning and laundry services, it was actually very close to a bus stop if you needed to go somewhere, and the neighbors were pretty calm and friendly, at least the couple right beside you were.

They were an older couple, Alexander and Nevan you learned after multiple lunch and dinners you have ended up having with them. Alexander was a business man from what you knew as when you tried to learn more about his career he always deflected telling you it was too boring of a subject for a kid like you, he was a bit intimidating having a natural no-nonsense face, you always felt a bit shy around him, his attention making you feel a bit small and nervous, but somehow he also made you crave his small smiles and words of encouragement. His partner, Nevan was his complete opposite, a warm welcoming smile adorning his face almost at all times you have encountered him, he had a warm calming voice, always there with a listening ear and words of advice when you needed it, Nevan just had an energy that compelled you to trust him and smile wildly when he praised you.

They were pretty nice to you, helping you figuring out some stuff, and dealing with problems, after some time Nevan invited you to have dinner with them when you had free time, and more times than not you would accept, you tried to help make dinner once, but when you tried to arrive early dinner was already on the table, but you could have sworn it would have taken longer to make, not trying to be ungrateful you didn’t bring it up, but you never saw them cooking if it was not to make tea or maybe a snack for you.

And that’s how most of your free time was spent as all the students were overwhelmed with projects and assignments, so having those slow nights talking with your neighbors felt pretty great. But as soon as you started to go out with friends things started to become more tense with them.

They weren’t really happy with you started to deny their invitations for dinner so you could go out with others, if you spent more than 5 minutes after 7 out they were messaging you and asking where were you, why are you late, and god forbid they catch the smell of alcohol when you were back, earning you a lecture about safety and how alcohol is bad for you, even if they did drink and you have seen them doing so, when you pointed that out they told you that children shouldn’t be doing it, ignoring that technically you already are an adult.

A notice suddenly went around from the administrators of the building about some safety concerns and that they would be a bit harder on times for some months, so now you all had a curfew on when to enter the apartment, you almost had to run from the classroom to reach the bus stop to reach your building before the curfew and to avoid the penalty of arriving late, after a few times of this, and whining about it to your neighbors, Alexander told you he could pick you up after class, but that you will need to be on time because he likes to avoid the traffic. You were grateful about not having to sprint home so you said yes.

Thanks to that you ended up having even less time to hang out with friends, and even in weekends you felt too bad saying no to them when they told you they wanted to invite you over to hang out or when Nevan asked you to accompany him to do groceries, and at the end you fell in this routine of coming after class to have dinner with them, Nevan giving you a packed lunch to take to uni and on the days that you felt a bit lazy or overslept Alex dropped you off, to then everyday pick you up and repeating the process.

Your friends and classmates started to ask if they were your parents, and even when you said no, they started to think you felt just ashamed of still being taken care of by your dads. You felt a little bit trapped, but that was overshadowed by the gratitude and feeling of being in debt to them for being so nice to you, even when they didn't need to. Everyday feeling more like their adopted child rather than their neighbor, but as the days passed you felt less annoyed by that, almost just slipping in the role without noticing. Getting them little presents that reminded you a bit of them, trying to surprise them with nice things to show how grateful you were, they were just so nice, you felt like you needed to match it to be fair to them, but it always felt like taking a cup of water out of the ocean, not making a dent on the imaginary debt you had to them.

It wasn’t until your summer break that you felt your relationship with them had something wrong about it.

It was the first of the break, your friends and you decided to plan a sleepover together as you haven’t been able to hang out together lately. You, of course told Nevan and Alex about your plans, excited to share it with them, but their reaction wasn’t what you expected. They immediately told you how that was a bad idea, how dangerous would it be for you to stay over with “strangers”, giving you every single reason why you could get in trouble, how your friends looked like trouble and how unappreciated you were in that group. After your real first fight you told them you would go whether they like it or not, that they aren’t your parents and you aren’t a child, for them to decide what you could do or not. That comment seem to affect them a bit, Alex looked as hurt as he could be, but Nevan had this look in his eyes, something that made you feel small like you just made a terrible misstep. You went to your own apartment that sadly felt more alien than theirs as you spend so little time in it.

You packed your trip bag ignoring the calls and knocks on your door, for some reason inside all that anger you felt guilty, guilty about ignoring them, about not obeying them and staying home with them. But you couldn’t understand why.

The next day you got up really early in the morning and as fast as you could get out of the apartment complex. You spent the weekend at your friend’s house, you realized how much you missed them, the whole time you kept your phone turned off, too scared to see if they were angry or disappointed with you, always on the back of your mind about how you just left them after the fight, you constantly have to remind yourself that they don't need you, you aren't even family, even if you have gotten very attached to them and saying it out loud kinda stings a bit. Your friends after hearing about your problem told you that you don't owe them anything, and you had every right to do what you wanted.

On Monday you went back to class as if nothing bad had happened, trying to ignore the guilt of avoiding them. Your plan for the day was to make sure to get out later than your normal so you could avoid them just for a bit more. You could have sworn that in the middle of the day you saw Alex’s car around, but when you tried to look for it again it disappeared.

Later you had class with Mr. Smith, but when your group tried to enter class the door was locked, which was strange because you could hear him having a conversation with someone inside. Once your classmate tried to enter they both became silent, and after some shuffling Mr Smith opened the door, looking inside no one else seemed to be there, but no one commented about it.

But as strange as it was you thought Mr. Smith seemed to be looking intensely at you, after a bit he called out your name and told you to stay after class, and when he announced a group activity he made sure to put you in a group far from your friends.

When everyone was gone he told you there seem to be some trouble with some of your assignments, and it will probably affect you being able to pass his class. That completely floored you, it isn’t like you were a straight A student, but you were a pretty decent one so this news was just bonkers to you. Thankfully he gave you a solution, to accompany him to his office so you could fix this problem together, identify your missing assignments and try to fix it.

On the way there you noticed how empty the halls were, not too strange as it was becoming very late, a better excuse for you to go later to your apartment, or not at all.

He entered his office and told you to follow him after a bit, closing the door behind you when you did so. You looked around his office for a second, noticing how messy it was, that would explain how your assignments probably got lost, but it was weird, as you knew him and being a very tidy man normally.

Before you could ask him were to start you heard some steps and a hand shot up to cover your mouth, as you felt something pricking you. You tried to trash around, but before making any significant progress on that you started to feel very droopy, limbs starting to fail you, and after a minute or two you almost dropped to the floor if not by your professor holding you.

He dragged you to a chair and left you there as he made a call. Your brain started to fog up, making harder to really understand what was happening. Words like “being ready” and “not overly harmed” swimming around the edge of your recognition. After what felt like hours someone entered the room, your professor was… bowing? To them. And some type of conversation was going on. You felt a hand brushing through your hair, it felt nice, recognizable in a way. And as they went to carry you, you felt that you could recognizes those warm welcoming eyes before the darkness took you.

Nevan took you out of his husband’s car, the moon going down as the sun started to rise. People were waiting for him on the front of the apartment complex, they bowed to him and offered to carry you to the treatment room. With a warning gaze they quickly got the message that they shouldn’t touch you for now.

He made his way to his own apartment, entering what seemed like service room, to then open a secret door, inside it was an all-white room, lights always on and no windows on sight, he left you on the bed before kissing you on the forehead.

Oh how happy he was that you were finally back home, he was so mad when that dirty trash took you from him, helping you hide even if for only a day or two. But don’t worry little angel, he will make sure to erase those silly thoughts of leaving your family from your mind, exterminating all the impurities that those pigs have put in you.  

If all goes according to plan he could take you back to the commune where you belong and his people are waiting to see his dear child once again.

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Thank you for reading! Hope yall are having a nice day ^^

[twijaxx]

ok ngl, ness and a raging marking kink like he wants t' be soft but oh his sweet partner's skin just needs to be peppered with him biting painting their soft skin with different shades of purples, blues and red! i can sense he's v possessive despite being a 'softie' ykwim

OMG NONNIE I ABSOLUTELY SEE THE VISION!!

You and Ness where dating for sometime now and you were his cute little girlfriend, always so happy and overjoyed, Ness just loved you, but there was one thing that he loved more then you, your skin.

Every time you were standing close to a wall he just couldn’t believe how pale you were! He wants to lick, bite and suck on your skin, leave all those purple/red marks for everyone to see. But he doesn’t do it, he can’t let you know how obsessed he is with you!

But recently you cached him peaking, no.. staring on every centimeter of your skin. You decided to ignore it for now but with every single day it just kept getting worse and worse! “Okay maybe it’s just a phase” -you thought, but you were ohh so wrong.

The staring got more intense then ever, and when you thought it couldn’t get any worse Ness started caressing the spot he was currently staring at, making it even more obvious! And the worst part is that you don’t know what’s going on in his head.

“Ness.. What are you doing?? You’ve been staring at my skin, and now… Caressing the spot you are looking at…” When you said that Ness looked like he just snapped back from a trance, not knowing where he was or what he was doing.

“Wha- Oh my god! i’m so sorry, did i made you uncomfortable?? i’m really sorry i just can’t stop myself.”

“Oh.. No you didn’t make me uncomfortable i just want to know what are you doing.” -you said thinking it might be some cute response like “i just wanna touch you” or… “i missed you lately” but you where soo mistaken.

“I just.. honestly want to mark every single bit of your skin, just so everyone knows that you are mine! and only mine, Y/n would you let me do that??..” Oh! you surely didn’t expect an answer like that, but what girlfriend would you be if you declined that offer.

You had this little chitchat with Ness about 20 minutes ago and now? You are laying on the couch with only your bra on while Ness is working his magic, marking you up. He made sure he didn’t miss a single spot on your skin biting, sucking and licking.

“Ness.. mmm how much longer will it take you?? hahh~” -you couldn’t complain to be honest, it felt amazing, having Ness just sucking on your skin like a beast.

“Just hang on a little longer… couple of more marks, don’t worry i will reward you after.”

oh boy! at that moment you knew that you won’t be going to bed early tonight! :3

Tags: @isaisliterallyhim @laiko2real @happytiktokemoji Requests open <3

IM SORRY THAT ITS SO SHORT AND SO RUSHED AND IT TOOK ME SO LONG TO WRITE THIS REQUEST? IM SO SORRY NONNIE BUT HERE YOU GO I HOPE YOU LIKED IT, NOW IM GONNA CRY MYSELF TO SLEEP BC IM HAVING A WRITER BLOCK <\3

[lupinmoonlight]

Too Full

Masterlist AO3

Summary - Remus pumps you full and tells you to hold it in for the rest of the day. Literally. (1,590 words)

Tags - rough sex, dom/sub dynamic, dom remus lupin, sub reader, cum kink(?), age gap, porn without plot, praise kink, lots of "good girl", light humiliation kink, my grammar, not proof-read.

Notes - Guys this is absolute filth I don't know what else to tell you. I'm embarrassed. I made up this silly scenario at university today. I'm sorry if this is a mess. I wrote this in 2 hours, barely proof-read it, and English isn't my first language. Good night now!

The parchment in Remus' hands blurred at the edges. Numbers swam before his eyes - Order safe house locations, patrol schedules, supply caches. None of it seemed to penetrate the fog of his mind. All he could see was the flash of a silhouette pinned beneath him, hear the echo of a moan. Your silhouette. Your moan. 

Your relationship was a secret. It was a raw, passionate love, born out of desperation and need. Remus knew it was almost unhealthy, the way he craved you, needed you, but he couldn't help himself. You were his escape, his forbidden sanctuary in a world gone mad. 

His focus on the parchment was shattered, his thoughts consumed by you. A frustrated sigh escaped his lips. He was aching to be with you, but the house was always bustling with Order business... until it wasn't. For a delightful moment, the attention wasn't on him, the members too busy, too taken with their own tasks. 

He didn't need to say anything. He just took you by the hand and you knew. The moment the door to his bedroom slammed shut behind you, he warded it. His need was immediate and overwhelming. He was already rock hard, his erection straining against his trousers evident. He wasted no time, spinning you around and pushing you face down on the bed, hiking up your skirt with an urgency that bordered on madness. 

"Remus," you gasped, your voice muffled by the mattress. 

"Shh, sweetheart," he growled. "I can't wait any longer. I need you. I need you now." 

He hastily freed himself, his erection throbbing with need. The sight of you, face down and hips raised, made his cock twitch almost painfully. He tugged your panties down, just enough to give him access, and positioned himself at your entrance. He pressed hip tip against you, feeling your warmth, and pushed into you with one swift thrust. "Fuck, you're so tight," he groaned, his hands gripping your hips firmly. 

You whimpered, your body trying to accommodate his size. "R-Remus..." you gasped, your fingers clenching the sheets. 

He stilled, his thumbs rubbing soothing circles on your hips. "Easy, love," he murmured. "Take a deep breath. Just relax for me. You can take it." 

You nodded, your breathing evening out as you adjusted to him. "That's it, good girl," he praised as he felt you relax about him. Once he felt your ease, Remus began to move, his thrusts slow and controlled. His grip on your hips tightened, pulling you back to meet his movements. 

"That's it," he groaned, his pace quickening. "Take me. Take all of me." Each thrust was powerful, demanding, driven by a need that bordered on feral. He grabbed a fistful of your hair, tugging it back, making you arch back into him. "God, you feel so good wrapped around me." 

You moaned in response, your body yielding to him. "Remus..." you whimpered. 

"Such a good girl...taking me so well." 

Your body shuddered with each movement, your breaths coming in ragged gasps. "I can't...Remus, I..." 

"Yes, you can," he growled. "You can take it. Let go for me." 

You cried out, your body trembling violently as you reached the edge, clenching around him. 

"That's it," he murmured, his grip on your hips painfully tight. 

He could feel himself nearing the edge too, his control slipping further with each thrust. "I'm close," he warned you, his voice strained. "You're going to make me come. Ah...fuck. I'm going to come inside of you." 

He thrust into you one last time and held himself as deep as he could, his hips bucking as he released inside you, a loud moan escaping his lips. "Yes...you feel so fucking good," he groaned, his body trembling with the force of his orgasm. He stayed inside you for a while, his cock pulsating, lazily thrusting a few more times to prolong the sensation. 

Eventually, he slowly withdrew, his breath still heavy, his hands caressing your back. "Are you alright?" he asked softly. 

You nodded, your cheeks flushed. 

He smiled, pressing a kiss to your shoulder before pulling you up and turning you to face him. 

"I want you to do something for me." 

"What is it?" you asked, still breathless. 

"Don't clean up," he said simply. "I want you to stay like this, full of me, all day." 

Your eyes widened, a deep blush spreading across your cheeks. "Remus..." 

He chuckled softly as his fingers traced random little patterns on your skin. "Yes, love. You will do as you're told, aren't you?" 

"Y-yes, Remus," you responded, eager to please him despite being embarrassed. 

"What a good girl," he murmured, pressing a gentle kiss to your forehead. "Now, let's tidy up a bit so we can head back. We don't want the others suspecting anything, do we?" 

"No, Professor," you teased. 

"Careful, love," he warned playfully. "You might just get me started again." 

"Maybe that's what I want," you replied innocently.

Remus chuckled, shaking his head. "You're insatiable." 

He helped you adjust your clothes and gave you one last, lingering kiss before leading you out of his bedroom like nothing had happened. 

Only a few hours later, you felt the undeniable sensation of Remus' essence running down your thighs. Your face flushed a deep crimson, and you immediately sought him out. You made your way to the dining room where the Order was gathered for a meeting. You waited at the doorway, your eyes wide and pleading. Remus' eyes traveled your form, pausing briefly at your thighs, and he immediately understood. 

Maintaining his composure, he stood smoothly. "Excuse me for a moment," he said calmly. 

He followed you to the study, closing the door behind you. "What is it, love?" he asked, although he already knew the answer. He wanted to hear you say it. 

You hesitated, looking down in embarrassment. "Remus...it's...running down my thighs," you admitted. 

His eyes darkened with desire at your words. He lifted your skirt slightly, exposing your slick thighs. "Aww," he cooed, his tone both mocking and affectionate. "Is my little girl too full?"

Your face turned an even deeper shade of red, and you looked away, flustered. "Remus, I-"

"Hush," he interrupted. "Let me see." 

You stood still, your heart pounding in your chest as he lifted your skirt further up, giving him better access. He took out a handkerchief and began wiping you clean, his touch light and gentle. "You need to try and hold it in a bit longer, love," he murmured.

"But, Remus, I can't-"

"No," he said firmly. "You will do as I say. Can you do that for me?" 

"Y-yes, Remus." 

"Very good," he whispered. "Now be a good girl and hold it in. I'll take care of you after the meeting." 

You nodded again, his words going straight to your core. "I'll try." 

Remus smiled, kissing your forehead. "That's all I ask. Now, go back to what you were doing." 

Remus watched you go before composing himself and returning to the meeting, his demeanor as calm and collected as ever. 

"Sorry for the interruption," he said smoothly, taking his seat. "Where were we?" 

You kept to yourself for the rest of the day, mostly focusing on staying still, desperate to please Remus. As evening finally fell, Remus discreetly took you back to his bedroom, closing and warding the door behind you. 

"Show me," he instructed. 

You hesitated for a moment, your cheeks flushed. Slowly, you lifted your skirt, revealing the sticky mess that had accumulated throughout the day. Remus hummed appreciatively at the sight, his eyes darkening. 

"My, my...looks like I've made quite the mess down there," he whispered. "You've done so well, sweetheart. I'm very pleased with you," he praised. 

You could barely hold still under his gaze, feeling exposed. 

"Now, let it out," he commanded softly. 

You went to protest, thoroughly embarrassed by the idea. "But, Remus, I can't just-" 

"I said, let it out," he repeated firmly. 

You bit her lip, your eyes darting nervously, but you obeyed him, relaxing your muscles. Remus watched with satisfaction as the evidence of your intimacy slowly began to trickle down your thighs.

"Good girl," he murmured. "You're doing so well." 

Your face burned with embarrassment, but you felt a strange sense of pride for following his instructions, for pleasing him. 

"That's it, just let it out," he soothed, his hands gently rubbing your hips. "How did you feel today? Sitting around the others knowing you were full of my seed?"

"I-I felt like I was...yours," you let out almost too quietly. 

"That's right, love. You're mine. Say it." 

"I'm yours, Remus." 

"Such a good girl for me," he praised. "You've done so well today. Now, let get you cleaned up properly." 

He led you to the bathroom, helping you undress and stepping into the shower with you. He washed you gently, his hands moving slowly, caring, possessive, gentle. 

"You've been so good," he murmured. "You did exactly as I asked." 

You leaned into his touch, feeling utterly safe and cherished. "I just wanted to please you," you whispered. 

"And you did. You've pleased me very much," he replied, his hands gently massaging your shoulders. 

After you were both clean, Remus dried you off with a soft towel, his movements slow and deliberate. He led you back to the bedroom and tucked you into bed, joining you under the covers. 

"You need your rest," he said softly, his arms wrapping around you protectively. "You've done enough for today."