#sub members

[sugarmelin]

My first req🤗 how about a 9th member au where all the members are yans for their lovely 9th member, they just love her so much they can't even think of letting her go:( they wouldn't outright manipulate her cause they don't wanna hurt her, they'd just subtly gaslight her into staying with them and not talking to anyone else😮 btw have a lovely day your so sweet:((-💋 anon

Everywhere you go

Paring: Skz x 9thmember!FemReader

Warning: Yandere, sub!skz, some smut, some dirty talk, gaslight, pervert action/thoughts, ect...

minors do not interact

Dan Bi note: Thank you baby, hope you have a lovely day too !

I apologize if you waited long, life has been... busy. Some sleepless night to finish this. Anyway!- I need to make into two chapters because there is ALOT I wrote. I had put everything here i, it would be messy.

I'm looking forward to your new request/orders in the near future !!

hope you love and enjoy it <3

Oh how sweet you are to them.. like a sugar cube, a beautiful butterfly~

- When you cheek up on Chan every time he overworks himself, when he has his expensive headphones on and can't hear anything instead the beats he's working on, while you were in front of the door of his studio.

You knocked a few times but you didn't hear anything so you decided to invite yourself in With his favourite food in your hand that you made for him.

You put the food on the couch before going behind him and taking his headphones off, he turned his chair around and was about to scold the person, thinking it was one of the boys trying to prank him but his eyes laid on you, softly smiling at him. His eyes widened, his mouth hanging open a little.

"What's wrong baby? Cat got your tongue?" You raised an eyebrow.

Chan shake his head a little before quickly answering "No Noona! I w-was just catch off guard-" he stopped talking before smelling something delicious, his eyes widened before looking at yours.

"Did you-" "Yes, I made your favourite food." "But-" "I know I didn't have to like you said so many times before, but I did anyway." You take the headphones around his neck and put them on the table, saving anything he was working on before turning off the computer.

"Now come on~ you need to eat." You grabbed his hand and pulled him to his feet, taking him toward the couch and Chan smiling wildly. You slowly feed him small pieces while he happily hummed, giving compliment about your cooking and making you shy before stuffing his mouth with more food to shut him up but he didn't complain, enjoying it.

- When Lee Know is tired and you take him in your arms, like his the most fragile thing. Caressing his hair like soft feathers, Bringing his head into your neck like a little kitty.

Telling him that he needs to get up and change, and also wipe off his makeup. But he whines and looks at you with big doe-like eyes, asking if you can do it for him.

After a few seconds, you sigh while shaking your head left & right, opening your eyes while playfully rolling your eyes and smiling down at him. Asking him to get off you, he whines but eventually, he gets up and sits near the edge while you got up to get the makeup remove and some pads.

Coming back and sitting next to him, gently taking his chin between your fingers and telling him to close his eyes, taking a look at his face before carefully cleaning it. Minho hums softly when you gently wipe off the makeup from his face.

After throwing the used pads into the trashcan, you look through his drawer for comfortable clothes. When he changed you give him a fluffy headband that matches yours although for Minho was purple, yours was blue.

You took him towards the bathroom and whines about 'wanting to sleep'. What Minho didn't expect was when you picked him up and put him on the counter and start doing his skincare for him.

When you finished his routine with a lip bump, you pushed him out of the bathroom while closing the door behind you, telling him that you want to do your skincare with some peace.

But does he listen? No. He starts throwing tantrums about 'kicking him out' while repeatedly knocking on the door.

"Noonnnaaa let me in~" when he was about to knock again you opened the door while repeatedly saying "I'm finished I'm finished".

You hold his hand and take him towards the bed you two will be sharing. When you lay finally down on the bed he turned around and said "Better not push me off the bed" while you said "Yeah yeah, sure" and gave him a thumbs up.

30 minutes later when you were sleeping, Minho slowly took your phone that was in the charger, it had a fingerprint lock so he carefully grabbed your thumb and unlocked it. He looked through your messages, the people you have been texting and talking to.

Minho's blood boiled when he saw you were talking to boys so he immediately start reading your chat with them, making sure you were not 'cheating'.

When he saw you were not, he let a long sigh while closing his eyes. He starts deleting chats and numbers and blocking them from your phone before turning it off and putting it back where it was.

Minho went back laying on the bed, his eyes locked on your sleeping form.

"Noona..." he whispers out with desire in his eyes before falling to sleep with a satisfied smile on his face

- Hyunjin had a bad day in practice and when he went back to the dorms, nobody was there.

He opened the door to the room that he shares with you and I.N when his tired eyes landed on his desk, a pretty medium white box with black ribbon on it, also his favorite pastry next to it.

His eyes widened, 'who put this in here?' He thought while putting his bag down and walking towards it. On the right side of the box there was letter wrapped prettily, he quickly opened the letter and start reading each word his vision saw;

To my dearest, Hyunjin.

I saw how felt today, getting annoyed every second for not getting the dance steps right and your hyung, Minho scolding you a lot this time. I'll talk to him, don't worry baby.

I got you the new art supplies that you wanted lately, it's in the white box that I'm sure you saw. Unfortunately, I can't be with you and

I see you tonight for dinner.

With love.

Y/n

From the corner of his eyes, He saw your panties in your laundry basket, staring at it for a few minutes. He remembered a few days ago, you and the boys performed 'Maniac' at Music Bank. The way your body moved, sing, your facial experience, your outfit.... oh my God he could go on and on about you !

He could feel himself get hard in his pants...

'No I need to take a shower!' Hyunjin told himself. But how could he stop himself? His legs walking on there own, taking him toward the basket, grabbing your black panties and taking a big sniff while closing his eyes, letting out a load moan.

He couldn't resist it...

"Noona..." he whimper out while stroking his cock slowly, biting his lips to prevent any sound to come out.

'Come on love, there is no one here except you and me. Let me hear your pretty voice~' you spoke In his delusions while gently touching his tip, Hyunjin bring his thumb on his tip going in circle motions, letting out a loud moan.

'Look at these heavy looking balls, are you full of milk for me babyboy?'

He let out a pathetic whimper. "Only for you Noona- ugh~" He speed his hand movement on, letting out moan after moan.

Slowly his moans and whimpers getting high pitch. Meaning his getting close to cumming.

'Are you going cum Jinnie?'

He muttered 'yes please please' 'I need it!' 'I'm a good boy!' under his lips over and over again.

It felt too real.

'Go ahead baby, cum for me' you say in his imagination and with that, he cum with a long moan. His cock twitching with every drop coming from his tip, Some reaching to his chest .

"Thank you Noona..."

- At night, I.N slowly opens the door to your room, tip-toeing toward your bed where you are sleeping peacefully after a long day.

He gently tapped your shoulder while whispering small "Noona" repeatedly.

Groaning softly while opening your eyes, slowly sitting up and letting out a small yawn. You looked at him.

The sight was so cute for Jeongin! And others would 100% agree too!

When you saw his 'sad & scared' like face, you immediately straighten up your posture. Asking him "What's wrong?"

"C-can I sleep with you n-noona?" He said while playing with his fingers and looking down, not making eye contact. He did look like a shy girl who was asking her crush out, but you didn't mind, it was adorable for you.

"I had a bad dream a-agein" he looked at you with doe eyes. Opening your arms, you give him the sign to come to you.

He smiled widely and almost jumped into your arms and made you lay on your back again, nuzzling his face into your neck. You tiredly giggled and put the blanket on both of you.

You slowly rubbed his back with your left hand, the other placed on his head.

Softly telling him "Noona is here", "everything is alright", "I protect you"

"Would you stay with me? With us?" Jeongin bring his head up and looked at you in the eyes.

"Yes-" "You promise Noona?" Although you were tired, you give him a small smile.

"I promise baby," you said before he bring back his head to where it was, his hold on you getting tighter

You slowly fall back asleep, Unknown of what you had promised or what 'bad dream' He had.

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[thegnomelord]

Soap and #12 with cismale reader. I was thinking they have mutual feelings for each other but not in a relationship yet, and some obliviousness mixed in for drama lol

Sure mate, though it ended up more drama than oblivious idiots in love lol. Play the game HERE.

Prompt: "What, did you think all those times I kissed you were for shits and giggles?" "Let's be real, you had a lot of fun shoving your tongue down my throat in public."

CW:NSFW, Sub Soap, Top male reader, back alley sex, semi-public sex, mild fighting, miscommunication, Soap being a jealous hoe(again)

You and Soap have a . . . thing. You're not quite sure what to call it; You're just comrades, friends, who go out for drinks after every mission and end up messily making out in the back of a bar only to get kicked out when you two inevitably get frisky and near an indecent exposure charge. But it's fine, because it gives you the excuse to go to base and fuck on the bed, or the floor, or the table, or against the wall, or any other semi-flat surface.

But you're just friends. . . or, that's what tell yourself every time your heart pitifully clenches in your chest when Soap smiles, when he laughs and pats your shoulder, when he moans your name so sweetly as you pound into him, when he looks at you as if his world starts and ends with you; because what would a bloke like Soap want with you other than sex? So you try to drown the ache for him by going out with other people, but it's never the same— not in the way they sound, in the way they move, in the way you feel.

Johnny, on the other hand, thinks you're his and his alone.

"I'm telling yea lads," Johnny says as he knocks back a beer, a lovey dovey look in his eyes like he's a lovesick puppy. "Ah've locked him down this time." He grins, and Ghost swears if he has to listen one more time about how big your cock is or how Johnny can still feel you from last time— he'll shoot you both.

"Uhuh," Gaz rolls his eyes, amused at his antics but also happy that he's finally found someone. "Yeah, su-" Something catches Gaz's eyes and he turns his head, the color draining from his face. "-ummmm."

Ghost's eyes quickly flicker over to where he's looking, "Look at that," Ghost gives a rough snort, "Locked your man down so good he's swappin' spit without you."

Soap's immediately sober as a nun, his neck audibly cracking when he swings around to look at you. The sight of you making out with a random girl across the bar has Soap's thoughts turning in his head like rusted cogs, the world almost slowing down to force him to feel all the emotions his brain spits out; Surprise comes first, like being drenched in ice cold water, disgust making his blood feel like tar at the thought of you touching someone else the same way you touch him, hot anger barreling straight through it to make fingers twitch for the trigger of a gun.

But it's the meek hurt that forces his legs to move, striding across the bar like he's on a war path. A rough hand on your shoulder makes you break off the kiss, your world spinning like a kaleidoscope from the booze and sudden force turning you around. Your eyes finally settle on familiar blue ones, but they're cold like the deepest part of the arctic. "Johnny?" You ask.

His name on your lips only makes his scowl deeper, a bruising grip on your arm as he tugs you, "We need tae talk," He spits, glaring at the poor girl you'd been making out with like she's riddled with plague.

You're not given even a second to argue before he's yanking you out the back exit into the alley between the bar and another building. A second later he's roughly slamming you into the brick wall, knocking the breath out of your lungs with a forearm against your throat and ignoring as you choke softly. "Thae fock's wrong wit' yea!" He snarls into your face, more animal than man.

Rapidly depleting oxygen forces your brain to flood your veins with adrenaline and suddenly you're moving, harshly elbowing him in the stomach and ramming him into the stone wall behind him you swear the rock cracks. "Me? What's wrong with you?"

He tries to push against you, your arms scrambling for a solid hold until you end up in a stand still, "What's wrong-" He shoves his face into yours, nearly breaking your nose while hissing like a feral cat, "-is thaet ye're shacking up with some tramp."

"So what!" You demand, a low grunt leaving your lips as you attempt to keep him pinned when he squirms like an eel, "We're just casual-" You force out those words, trying to ignore the stab to the chest your heart gives.

"Casual?" He scoffs and with a swift jerk of his head smashes his skull into yours. You stumble away, black spots dancing in your vision and that's all he needs to grab and switch your positions, pinning you to the wall. "What? D'yea think all those times I kissed you were for shits and giggles?" He demands, a bit of a traitorous hurt making his his voice crack, face pinched in pain.

"Let's be real-" Copper and iron invade your tastebuds, drawing attention to the slow stream of blood trickling from your nose, "-you had a lot of fun shoving your tongue down my throat in public."

You feel his body tense, but keep your eyes open as you expect him to punch you, to kick you, to do something to prove what you have is just temporary; pointless bliss.

"Then how'bout ah give yea a clearer message-" He leans in to lick trail of blood on your face before capturing your lips in a kiss that's more teeth than anything else. You wretch your hand free to tangle your fingers in his short hair, bodies fitting together like jigsaw pieces, reciprocating with just as much intensity as you bite his bottom lip until his blood floods your mouths. "Got it through yer thick skull now?" He asks, pulling back just a bit to stare into your eyes.

You don't know what 'it' is, but the kiss and the roughness makes heat burn through your veins, one quick flicker of your eyes confirming he's sporting the same problem in his pants as you are. "Think I'll need more convincing."

Soap yelps when you turn him around, pinning his chest to the cold wall as your hands slide down to his belt. You stall for a second to give him a way out, but he just growls, "Get on with it," So you quickly undo his pants, shoving his jeans and boxers just down beneath the swell of his arse.

"Slut," You chuckle when you catch sight of the black plug nestled between his cheeks, the skin near it still glistening with lube from how messily he'd prepped himself, "Needed me so bad did you?" You ask as you pull the plug out, putting it into your pocket as you push the head of your cock against his fluttering opening.

"'s cause ah love yea, fockin' git." He growls, his words making your brain crash.

"Repeat that," You say, softer, kinder than you usually operate, pressing against him until you're covering his back completely. "Say that again."

He notices your change, the ice in his eyes melting away enough to let him tug your head closer to kiss you, "I love you." The way he says it, like a prayer, like a sweet caress, has your heart melting into a puddle. A dingy back alley shouldn't be the place where you confess your love, but right now it feels like Paris.

"Love you too," You kiss him back and slide into him in one slow stroke, greedily swallowing down his sounds. You let him adjust before setting a hard pace like you know he loves, cock head scraping against his prostate with every thrust. "Really, really love you." You breathe out, watching his eyes lose focus as he lets out little 'ah, ah, ah's every time your hips meet.

"Bonnie, bonnie lad please-" He whines, resting his face against the dirty wall as he moans without shame, forgetting that anyone could walk in on you two and more than likely hear you across the single layer brick wall. "Fock, c'mon, give it to me."

"Yeah, gonna take care of you-" Your hand slides down to rub his cock, squeezing his base every time you bottom out and playing with his head when you draw your hips back so you can plunge back inside him, lust and love lighting up every synapse in your body. "Just say you love me again."

Johnny's eyes close as he falls into a barely comprehensible rambling of 'love you, love you, love you', his body shaking with a building heat in his stomach, precum rapidly lubing the glide of your hand as you fuck him in a harsh pace until with a sharp yell against his shoulder you cum inside him, Johnny following suit as he paints the dirty wall white with his cum.

You feel him collapse against you and have just enough strength left to support you both, though the wall does the brunt of the work. You breathe the same air as you try to get your bearings, both hearts beating in the same speed and rhythm, and Johnny whines when you attempt to shift, hole clenching greedily around you like his body doesn't want you to seperate.

"You know," You say when you've managed to catch your breath, nuzzling into the back of his neck, "There are easier ways to say you love me without biting my head off." You chuckle, as if your heart isn't beating a thousand miles per hour at the knowledge Soap loves you.

He swats at your head, "Oh awa' an bile yer heid." He growls such harsh words before kissing you softly, sharing a silent promise with you.

[airanke]

THEY'RE PRAYING FOR THE DEATH OF A ROCKSTAR--

I am about to become THE most ANNOYING person--

Anyway I'm ✨obsessed✨ with PARANOIA and HEARTSTEEL, and I want more songs yesterday.

[ipegchangbin]

— matters with sub ! felix 💭

🏷️ dom!reader, sub!felix, mentions of insecurities, male squirting, size kink.

he doesn’t think he’s big. it’s not that he wants to make it a big matter. as per his words, “he bottoms anyway.”

you think that’s bullshit.

of all the things to disagree on, it had to be about his dick size. you had to prove him wrong.

you did this, of course, by giving him a dildo that matches his size.

“what’s this?” felix’s innocent eyes dilated in disbelief.

“it’s you!” your laugh rang through his ears. “not exactly you, but isn’t it close?”

in a matter of seconds, his legs melted on the ground beside the menacing silicone mount. 

“what? don’t like your new toy?”

“i-i do! it’s just…” felix hovered his now-naked ass over the dildo.

“c-can i…even take it?”

“you’re only asking that now?”

your expression shifted. the rumble in your voice mirrored the deep timbre of his groan, only darker, laced with devilish intent. 

you squatted down to his level. you cupped his face, rubbing the soft skin of his freckle-spotted cheek, distracting him from your other hand on his hip.

“oh dear, if i can handle it, you can too.”

with your powerful push, his ass slid down on the dildo.

he moaned into your mouth, back arching as he attempted to adjust to the inches that entered him. the both of your hands massaged his ass in an attempt to comfort him. you ignored his pleas and gasps for air.

“now you know what it feels like when you fuck me.”

you weren’t lying. while it’s true that he bottoms more, he was still an incredible top. the stretch from his size made every single time feel like your first.

“so thick, s-so long, wanna cum,” he chanted.

despite barely adjusting to the toy, he started to bounce his lower half. the sight of your boy moving on his own left you amused. you praised him as he writhed, drooled, and moaned. he kept going until his legs started to tremble.

you reached for his cock and squeezed it. shockwaves ran down his entire body, leaving him a shuddering mess, ass sunken deep on the toy.

he came all over the floor, his release clear and thin. the sight took the both of you by surprise. you licked the drippings on your hand and kissed him immediately after.

he tasted sweet.

“you squirted a lot.”

he pouted at your words. “it’s big!”

you had to laugh again. “no, no, you’re big.” 

only then was felix realizing that every little thing about him had an effect on you — larger than what he expected.

[givemefevrr]

Undone (NSFW)

Pairings: bottom!Sunoo x Heeseung

Warnings: loss of virginity (kinda?), handjobs, overstimulation, crying, humiliation, praise, petnames (pretty baby, Sunny, baby, etc.), pwp, no all-the-way sex, making out, dry humping, etc..

wc: 4.6k

Sunoo burst through the door of the dorm room with a loud thud. He looked flustered and out of breath, his cheeks flushed and his eyes wide open with excitement and nervousness. He leaned heavily against the door, trying to catch his breath. "Hyung," Sunoo gasped, trying to catch his breath.

Heeseung, sitting on his bed browsing his phone, looked up in concern. He could sense that something was wrong with his friend. "Sunoo, what's wrong? You look awful," he said, putting his phone aside.

Sunoo shook his head, still trying to catch his breath. "I... I just got asked out," he said, his voice barely above a whisper. Sunoo pushed himself off the door, stumbling slightly as he crossed the room to collapse onto his own bed.

Heeseung arched an eyebrow, a small smile playing on his lips as he processed what Sunoo had just told him. He was genuinely surprised, yet happy for his friend, to hear that Sunoo had been asked out. "Really? By who?" he inquired, wanting to know who the lucky person was.

Sunoo took a deep breath, attempting to calm his racing heart. "My lab partner, you know, the really nice one?" he said, his voice filled with excitement and nervousness.

"The one with the bangs?" Heeseung whistled supportingly. "For sure a good piece of ass. Please tell me you said yes…"

Sunoo nodded rapidly, still processing what had just transpired. "I... I think so. I mean, yes, I did say yes!" he spoke, his voice shaking slightly.

 "Well, that's fantastic! Why are you freaking out?" Heeseung asked, noting the nervousness in Sunoo's demeanor.

Sunoo ran a hand through his hair, his cheeks flushed with a deepening shade of pink. "I don't know, I just... I've never done this before," he admitted,  slightly embarrassed.

"Never done what? Been on a date?" Heeseung scoffed jokingly, but he was taken aback when Sunoo nodded, confirming his statement. "Wait... like never, never?" he inquired, his mouth slightly agape.

Sunoo nodded again sheepishly, avoiding Heeseung's gaze as he felt the embarrassment creeping up on him even further. "Yeah, never, never," he admitted, feeling a little vulnerable.

Heeseung studied Sunoo's expression, seeing the hint of vulnerability in his eyes. "Sunoo, you're one of the most extroverted people I know. Going out on a date is just like hanging out with a friend, except this friend you happen to find really attractive," he comforted, trying to ease his nerves.

"I know, I know," Sunoo murmured, his voice still uncertain. He hesitated momentarily, his gaze flickering away before finally speaking up. "It's not the date part that I'm worried about as much. What if... what if she wants to... you know, hook up afterward?"

"Well, that's the easy part," Heeseung replied casually, trying to reassure Sunoo. "She's not some random person from a bar, so you don't have to worry about catching anything. Trust me, I was nervous too when I committed to a real date for the first time instead of just a one-night stand, but it really was such a relief."

Sunoo's stomach churned as he recalled the fact that Heeseung didn't know that not only was this his first date, but he was also a virgin. He had refrained from telling Heeseung about it, too embarrassed to admit that he had chickened out of hooking up with every girl Heeseung had tried setting him up with at parties. Sunoo had left with the girls, sure, but by the time he was brought back to their place, and she would try to make some sort of advancement, he would get a rush of nerves and get up, stating that he forgot he had an early class the next day and that he needed to go, before booking it back to his dorm room. 

So, Sunoo decided to keep quiet and simply nodded along with Heeseung's words. 

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Later that night, Sunoo lay in bed, tossing and turning restlessly, his mind racing about his upcoming date. He couldn't shake off the anxiety that was building up in his chest, and he was worried that he might mess up the date or disappoint his partner in bed. 

Meanwhile, Heeseung, still awake, noticed Sunoo's restlessness from across the room. Being the attentive person that he is, he decided to try to help. "So, when is the big date?" he asked, breaking the silence.

Sunoo was startled by Heeseung's voice, as he had assumed he was already asleep. However, he was grateful for the interruption. "I'm not sure," he replied. "We haven't really talked about it yet. She mentioned something about being free next week, so maybe then."

Heeseung nodded thoughtfully, propping himself up on his elbows as he looked over at Sunoo. "Well, that gives you some time to relax and not overthink things too much," he said. "Just be yourself, Sunoo. Remember, she asked you out because she likes you."

Sunoo sighed, Heeseung's words yet again providing little ease to his thoughts. "Yeah, you're right. Thanks, Hyung," he replied, trying to sound grateful.

"No problem," Heeseung replied, grinning before settling back down. "Now try to get some sleep. You'll feel better in the morning."

Sunoo nodded in agreement, but as he closed his eyes, the worries plaguing him all day began to resurface again. His mind was racing, and he couldn't shake the stress of it all.

Sunoo's voice broke through the silence. He trembled as he spoke, his words filled with uncertainty. "H-Hyung?"

Heeseung turned to look at Sunoo, his expression attentive. "Yeah?"

Sunoo took a deep breath, his heart pounding in his chest, as he meekly admitted, "I... I'm a virgin." He felt a rush of embarrassment and shame wash over him as he uttered those words

The room fell into a deafening silence as Sunoo's words hung in the air. Heeseung was taken aback, processing the information before responding, confused at how that could be possible. "So... all those girls from the parties..." he trailed off, leaving the rest of the thought unsaid.

Sunoo shook his head, his cheeks burning with embarrassment. "Nothing ever happened," he confessed, feeling like he had somehow let Heeseung down.

Heeseung's expression softened as he realized the weight of Sunoo's confession. "Shit," he muttered under his breath, his mind racing with thoughts on how to comfort his friend.

Sunoo felt humiliated, his insecurities laid bare before Heeseung. "I-I'm sorry..." he mumbled, closing his eyes, trying to block out the overwhelming shame.

Heeseung, being the supportive friend that he is, quickly reassured Sunoo. "Hey, don't apologize. It's nothing to be ashamed of. Never apologize for something like that, especially to me." Heeseung's voice was gentle and comforting, and it helped to ease Sunoo's nerves a little.

Sunoo's eyes glistened with unshed tears, his nerves and embarrassment heavy on his shoulders. "But what if I mess everything up? What if I'm terrible at it?" he asked, his voice barely above a whisper.

Heeseung, ever the supportive friend, tried to calm Sunoo down with practical advice. "Hey, don't worry about it. You'll be fine," he reassured, his tone gentle. "Just jerk off like an hour before the date. It'll help you last longer later and calm your nerves."

Sunoo sat on his bed, feeling ashamed and frustrated. "Hyung, I haven't... I haven't touched myself before either..." he said, pressing his palms into his eyes.

Heeseung's eyes widened in shock, his jaw dropping slightly at the unexpected revelation. He sat up straight, so taken aback by the information that he had to process it sitting up. After a moment of stunned silence, he got up from his bed and walked over to Sunoo's.

Sunoo sat up, too, his heart pounding with shame as Heeseung approached. He watched as Heeseung turned on the lamp, casting a warm glow over the room as he sat beside him.

Heeseung looked Sunoo in the eyes, his expression serious. "Are you fucking with me? Because it's fine if you were, but the joke's over now. I'm trying to help you, and it feels like you aren't taking this seriously."

Sunoo felt a knot form in his throat as he realized his inexperience was so unbelievable that Heeseung thought he was joking. His lips quivered as tears welled up in his eyes. He shook his head frantically, trying to convey the seriousness of the situation.

Before he could stop himself, tears began to well up in his eyes, cascading down his cheeks. Heeseung's panic escalated as he witnessed Sunoo's tears flow uncontrollably, his heart-wrenching at the sight of his friend in such distress. He felt utterly powerless, not knowing how to ease Sunoo's pain but desperate to offer some form of comfort.

 "Hey, I'm sorry," Heeseung pleaded, his voice laced with desperation. "I didn't know you were being serious."

But Sunoo couldn't stifle the flood of emotions that overwhelmed him. His shoulders quaked with sobs as he struggled to regain control. Heeseung's heart clenched at the sight, and he felt utterly powerless in Sunoo's anguish. In an attempt to ease the situation, Heeseung kept repeating, "Please don't cry. It's okay. There's nothing wrong with it, I promise." 

Sunoo sniffled, trying to compose himself as he looked up at Heeseung with tear-filled eyes. Feeling helpless, Heeseung's mind raced with the desperate need to make things right. In a moment of impulse, he leaned in suddenly and captured Sunoo's lips in a long, tender kiss. Sunoo's eyes widened in surprise at the unexpected gesture, but as Heeseung's lips moved against his own, he found himself instinctively responding.

To Heeseung's relief, the kiss worked its magic, calming Sunoo's trembling form. He deepened the kiss, pouring his apology and reassurance into the gentle caress of their lips. 

"I'm sorry," Heeseung whispered between kisses, his voice filled with remorse. "I never want to see you cry, Sunoo. You mean everything to me, you know that, right?" 

Heeseung leaned in again, his kisses becoming more intimate and loving-like as he sought to ease Sunoo's distress. With each kiss, he whispered words of reassurance and apology, his fingers tracing soothing patterns on Sunoo's cheek.

"I'll help you, okay?" Heeseung murmured softly against Sunoo's lips. "I'll show you what to do, hm? And I'll make you feel real good, Sunoo, I promise. I'll make you feel better."

Heeseung pulled back slightly, his forehead resting against Sunoo's. He looked into his eyes with guilt and tenderness, silently conveying his regret for causing Sunoo's tears and determination to make things right.

Sunoo's breath caught in his throat at the suggestion. He blinked, still a bit dazed from the unexpected kiss, but he nodded slowly, feeling comforted by Heeseung's words and touch. "O-Okay," he replied softly, his voice barely above a whisper, before letting the other's lips press back onto his. 

Heeseung continued to lead the kiss, his lips moving with a newfound intention–to guide. He tried to deepen the kiss. Heeseung's tongue traced the outline of Sunoo's lips, seeking entry into his mouth. Sunoo, caught up in the intensity of the moment, responded eagerly, parting his lips to allow Heeseung's tongue to explore.

Sunoo's breathing quickened, each exhale a soft whimper as he melted into Heeseung's embrace. His hands clung onto Heeseung, fingers curling into the fabric of his shirt as he tried to get as close to him as possible.

As Sunoo's desperation grew, he tried to mimic Heeseung's movements, tentatively exploring with his own tongue in a clumsy yet earnest attempt to match Heeseung's. It was sloppy and uncoordinated, a stark contrast to Heeseung's own experienced movements, but Heeseung couldn't help but find it endearing. 

"Fuck, come here," Heeseung murmured huskily, unable to resist the urge to pull Sunoo out of the covers and onto his lap. Sunoo whimpered softly as he was settled on Heeseung's lap, already feeling overstimulated. 

Heeseung couldn't help but smirk as he looked at Sunoo's frame, his hands sliding up Sunoo's shirt to feel his tiny waist.  "You're doing great, Sunoo," Heeseung murmured encouragingly. "Just relax and let yourself feel good. There's no rush, okay?"

Sunoo nodded, his breath catching in his throat as he tried to calm the fluttering nerves in his stomach, leaning into Heeseung's touch. Heeseung's hands slid further up Sunoo's chest, the fabric of his shirt bunching up slightly under his touch, feeling the rapid rise and fall of Sunoo's chest. 

Heeseung's lips pressed one last kiss on Sunoo's before trailing feather-light kisses along his jawline and neck. Sunoo's fingers tightened their grip on Heeseung's shoulders, his body responding instinctively. He let out a shaky breath, his mind slightly clouded as he felt Heeseung's hands explore lower, trailing down his back to rest on his hips. 

As Heeseung's hands gripped his hips, pulling him closer to his body, Heeseung felt a subtle hardness pressing against him. Heeseung's lips curved into a gentle smile as he met Sunoo's gaze, his eyes filled with affection and admiration. "You're so adorable," he murmured, his voice warm as he noticed the slight blush that colored Sunoo's cheeks.

Sunoo shifted slightly, a mix of embarrassment and arousal swirling in his eyes as he realized Heeseung had noticed. With a soft chuckle, Heeseung gently guided Sunoo to turn around, his hands resting on Sunoo's hips as he positioned him to sit between his legs. 

Sunoo settled between Heeseung's legs, his back against Heeseung's chest as he leaned back slightly, his breath coming in short gasps of anticipation upon feeling the warmth of Heeseung's body against his own. 

Heeseung wrapped his arms around Sunoo's waist, pulling him closer until there was no space between them. He pressed more soft kisses against Sunoo's neck, the boy tensing up slightly. 

Heeseung sensed Sunoo's tension and paused, his lips hovering just above Sunoo's skin. "Are you okay?" he murmured, his voice filled with concern.

Sunoo nodded, though he couldn't hide the nervous tremor in his movements. "Y-yeah, I'm just... nervous," he admitted quietly.

Heeseung's grip on Sunoo's waist tightened reassuringly. "It's okay to be nervous. We can take it slow, do only what you're comfortable with," he reassured, peppering light kisses along Sunoo's shoulder.

Sunoo relaxed marginally under Heeseung's soothing words and touches. "Okay," he breathed out, trying to steady his racing heartbeat.

Heeseung continued his gentle kisses, gradually moving lower until he reached the curve of Sunoo's neck. His hands slid from Sunoo's waist to his thighs, massaging them in a comforting manner. 

Sunoo nodded again, his eyes closed as he tried to lose himself in the sensation of Heeseung's hands and lips on his skin. As the tension in Sunoo's body eased, Heeseung's touches became more exploratory yet still gentle. His fingers traced patterns on Sunoo's thighs, occasionally brushing against the growing bulge in Sunoo's pants. Sunoo let out a shaky breath, his body reacting to the teasing touches.

Heeseung noticed Sunoo's reaction and smiled against his skin. "Relax, Sunny, okay?"

Sunoo nodded, his fingers curling into fists on Heeseung's thighs. He could feel the heat pooling between his legs, his arousal growing with each touch from Heeseung. Heeseung's hands gradually moved to Sunoo's waistband, fingers hooking under the fabric. He tapped Sunoo's thigh for confirmation, receiving a hesitant yet eager nod.

With a slow and deliberate motion, Heeseung began to lower Sunoo's pants, just a bit past his bottom, to reveal the outline of his hardness straining against his underwear. Sunoo's cheeks flushed a deep shade of red, but he didn't protest, his breathing becoming more labored. 

Heeseung was just about to touch when Sunoo suddenly grabbed his wrist. "Wait..." Heeseung stopped in his tracks and patiently waited for Sunoo to continue. Sunoo seemed hesitant and embarrassed to say something but finally said, "I'm sorry, this is embarrassing..."

"What is?" Heeseung questioned. "Is something wrong? Tell me," he worried that he might have done something to make Sunoo feel uncomfortable or repulsed.

Sunoo's hands tightly gripped the fabric of Heeseung's thighs as he tried to calm himself. His eyes were filled with tears, and he looked up at Heeseung, searching for reassurance. "Do you think I'm weird?" he asked, his voice barely audible.

Heeseung was taken aback by the question and realized Sunoo was self-conscious and unsure of himself. He immediately wrapped his arms around Sunoo's torso, bringing him into a tight hug, pecking at his neck again. "No, of course not," Heeseung whispered, his breath warm against Sunoo's skin. He couldn't believe that Sunoo could even think that he was weird.

As Heeseung's hands slid up Sunoo's shirt, he couldn't help but groan slightly, feeling the smoothness of Sunoo's bare skin. Sunoo's grip on Heeseung loosened somewhat, his body relaxing further as he soaked in the warmth of Heeseung's embrace. "Thank you," he murmured softly, his voice barely audible. Heeseung could tell that Sunoo was feeling much better and that he had managed to ease some of his worries.

As Sunoo's nerves gradually subsided, Heeseung sensed the shift in his demeanor. With a gentle touch, he guided Sunoo to lie back against his chest again. 

"Is everything okay now?" Heeseung asked softly, his eyes filled with concern and care as he gazed at Sunoo. Sunoo nodded, offering a small smile in return. Heeseung returned the smile, leaning in to press a chaste kiss to Sunoo's lips. Heeseung's fingers brushed against the fabric of Sunoo's underwear, teasingly tracing the outline of his arousal. Sunoo let out a soft whimper, his body arching slightly into Heeseung's touch. 

Slowly, Heeseung peeled off Sunoo's underwear, revealing his hardened length. Sunoo's cheeks flushed again, looking away–anywhere but where Heeseung's hands are going. Heeseung hasn't thought of Sunoo in this way before, but now that he's seeing Sunoo's cock, all he can think about is how bad he wants him. All of him. It was pretty, probably the prettiest cock he's ever seen–not that he's seen many, but it was adorable, standing average with a pretty glistening pink tip. 

Sunoo's body tensed again as he felt Heeseung's gaze on him. Heeseung could sense Sunoo's anxiety and hesitated to touch him. However, Sunoo's impatience was growing, and he whispered in a barely audible voice, his words filled with an unmistakable sense of desire, "Please."

So Heeseung tilted Sunoo's face up to kiss him again, their lips moving in sync as Heeseung's hand wrapped around Sunoo's cock. Sunoo gasped into the kiss, his hips instinctively bucking forward at the sensation. He grabbed Heeseung's wrist again, panting against his lips, his eyes already gone. He looked so fucked out already. 

His heavy eyes could only focus on Heeseung's lips as if dazed. He sat there a couple moments before his hips bucked into Heeseung's hand again, his eyes fluttering closed as he let go of Heeseungs wrist and slumped back against Heeseung. So Heeseung took that as an invitation to continue. 

As Sunoo grew accustomed to the feeling, Heeseung's movements became more regular, his grip tightening slightly as he found a rhythm that elicited soft moans from Sunoo. Sunoo's head fell back against Heeseung's shoulder. "Oh, wow," Sunoo gasps, his cheeks flushing with embarrassment and arousal. "This is... I-I can't..." His words trailed off into a series of breathy moans. 

"I know, baby," Heeseung whispered, kissing Sunoo's neck gently. Sunoo whimpered at the pet name, fucking up into Heeseung's fist again, desperate. Heeseung's chuckle sent vibrations through Sunoo's body, his skin erupting in goosebumps. "You like that, Sunoo?" Heeseung teased, finding Sunoo adorable. "You want me to call you that again?"

Sunoo could only nod, his mind clouded with lust, his hips instinctively rocking against Heeseung's hand as he laid limp back against Heeseung. "Y-yeah," he managed to gasp out between moans, his fingers digging into Heeseung's thighs as pleasure coursed through his body.

"Watch. You see how I'm touching you, Sunoo?" Sunoo nodded, his eyes wide with shyness. He bit his lip nervously but couldn't tear his eyes away from the sight before him. Heeseung continued to stroke him, his movements deliberate and skilled. "So perfect," Heeseung praised.

As the praise reached Sunoo's ears, he couldn't help but whimper in response. The sensation of his body tingling with delight was almost too overwhelming to handle. He whispered back, almost disbelieving, "It is?"

"Yes, baby," Heeseung affirmed, his voice dripping with admiration. "It's the prettiest little cock I've ever seen." His thumb brushes over the sensitive tip of Sunoo's cock. Sunoo's hips jerked involuntarily, a high-pitched whine escaping his lips. "So sensitive here," Heeseung observed, his touch feather-light yet electrifying.

As he gazed intently, his eyes glued to Sunoo's every move, he couldn't help but feel a sense of fascination at the way Sunoo's reactions grew more intense with each passing moment. He watched Sunoo's hand, now trembling, trying to guide Heeseung's touch away from his overstimulated tip. 

Heeseung couldn't help but chuckle softly at Sunoo's desperate expression. With a teasing glint in his eye, he deliberately brushed his thumb over the tip again, enjoying the way Sunoo's breath caught in his throat. "Is this where you want it?" he teased.

Sunoo's body convulsed as he blubbered with pleading desperation, his voice trembling with each syllable. "Please, d-don't h-hyung, it's too much," he begged, his words punctuated by gasps of air between needy sounds. He squirmed uncontrollably, every inch of his skin tingling. "Oh god, n-no," he whimpered, his breath hitching.

So Heeseung relented, shifting his grip to accommodate Sunoo's request. As he focused his attention on the shaft, Sunoo's whines turned into needy mewls, his fingers clutching at Heeseung's free hand as if seeking reassurance.

"You're doing so well, Sunoo," Heeseung praised, his voice laced with affection. "Just keep watching, okay?"

The wet squelches of Sunoo's cock as Heeseung's hand moved over it filled the room and echoed in both their ears. Heeseung couldn't help but be turned on by the sounds, his own hips starting to buck forward into Sunoo's back.

Heeseung rasped a question into Sunoo's ear, his breath hot against Sunoo's skin. "Is it okay if I do this, baby? You're so pretty."

Sunoo nodded eagerly, his mind clouded. The feeling of Heeseung's hand on his cock was intoxicating, every stroke sending shivers of pleasure down his spine. He couldn't help but wonder why he had been sheltered from this for so long, why he hadn't experienced this incredible sensation sooner.

His neediness grew with each passing moment, fueled by the knowledge that Heeseung was getting off on this, too. "Oh god–Heeseung, it feels so good. Like, really good. Is this... is this what it's supposed to feel like?" His breath came in short gasps. 

Heeseung couldn't help but smile at Sunoo's innocent curiosity, finding his rambling and vulnerability utterly adorable. "Yes, baby," Heeseung whispered, his voice filled with affection. Heeseung leaned in closer, pressing kisses along Sunoo's neck. His own breathing became ragged, his movements more urgent as he chased his own pleasure along with Sunoo's. "Fuck, I need to see you," Heeseung shifted their positions, turning Sunoo around and pulling him into his lap, their bodies now pressed together as Heeseung's hand worked over Sunoo's cock. Sunoo gasped at the sudden movement, feeling Heeseung's hardness against his ass, grinding onto him through their clothes. 

Sunoo's fingers dug into Heeseung's shoulders, his nails leaving faint marks on the skin as pleasure consumed him. "Shit, Heeseung," he babbled, his words a jumble of incoherent desire.  Soon, he felt a strange sensation, like a knot forming in his stomach, and he whimpered, unsure of what was happening. He tensed up. "I-I think I need to pee," he blurted out, his face reddening in embarrassment.

Heeseung chuckled softly, continuing his ministrations. "That's normal, Sunoo," he explained, his voice soothing, as he circled his thumb around Sunoo's tip, collecting the leaking beads of precum. Heeseung could feel his own arousal pulsing under Sunoo's ass. "Shit– so good," he groans in the short space between them. 

As their movements grew more urgent, Sunoo's head began to droop forward onto Heeseung's shoulder, his breaths coming in ragged gasps as he teetered on the edge of release. But Heeseung gently guided Sunoo's head back, his fingers threading softly through Sunoo's hair. 

"No, no," Heeseung murmured urgently, his hands gripping Sunoo's hips tighter. "Let me see you, Sunoo. I need to see your pretty face when you cum, okay? My pretty, pretty baby."

 With a shaky nod, he lifted his head, eyes fluttering open and locking with Heeseung's as he surrendered entirely to the pleasure coursing through him.  He leaned into Heeseung's touch with a soft whimper, his lips parting in a silent plea. 

Heeseung watched in awe as Sunoo's face contorted in pleasure, every expression the most adorable thing he had ever seen, the boy twitching as silky white ropes spurt from the boy's sensitive little cock. 

And as Sunoo collapsed against him, panting heavily and utterly spent. Sunoo had come embarrassingly fast, and Heeseung didn't want to risk overstimulating him, so he gave up his own movement under Sunoo, focusing solely on the boy. 

Here's a bit longer version on my ao3 if you want the Link🔗

[anghraine]

Nothing like attempting basic division to sharpen my hatred of "everyone is mentally disabled in their own way :) don't let labels define you :) :)" anti psych posts

[kittysarchive]

do you write member X member. If you do can you write Jay X jungwon or Sunghoon X Sunoo.

I'll be honest, I try to stay away from member x member only because I can't guess two peoples who don't even know me. It's easier to write member x reader because the reader is what I/everyone wants to feel or read. But from all the fanfics and that, I think I can do Jay X Jungwon :)

warnings- member x member, smut, anal, soft dom Jay, sub Jungwon, bxb smut, lmk if i missed anything

"I can't fit anymore Jay Hyung" Jungwon's eyes sparkle with his tears. Gripping onto Jay's shoulders harshly, he couldn't fit all of Jays cock.

Breathing heavily, Jungwon couldn't push his body down. There was no way to fit it all in.

"Keep trying" Jay's sweet words don't match his actions as his own hands force Jungwon further down his cock. Choking up his tears, Jungwon's ass burns.

Barely an inch above Jay's balls, Jungwon made it. Staying close to his Hyung's body, Jay's hips rut up, knocking the air out of his lungs.

"O-oh" Jungwon bite his lip hard. With his ass burning, own cock hard, he couldn't focus.

"Doing so good" Jay hums, gripping Jungwon's ass hard as his hips continue to just up, bouncing Jungwon's body up with every thrust.

Both fully clothed, Jay lets a hand stray away from Jungwon's ass. Brining it under Jungwon's top, he squeezes his nipples, causing Jungwon to jump up.

"So sensitive" He laughs at the other male's reaction. Jungwon was so cute, so sensitive, so small.

Slowing down his thrusts, they became deeper, going further in Jungwon's ass, filling him up more than before. Bringing his lips to Jungwon, he takes his breath away.

"So cute" Jungwon pulls away from the kiss, panting as Jay's big cock was a struggle to take.

"So cute" Jay repeats, pulling the hair out of Jungwon's face. His forehead was sweaty, just by Jay's slow but deep thrusts.

"I'll fuck you harder now, okay?" Slowly, Jungwon nods, preparing for the abuse on his burning ass.

[pyrosomatic-metamorphosis]

his children make him apologize SO MUCH. say sorry king

[storge]

So, did that give you any closure?

Mirai e Kimi to. (2024) 1.01 "Yuu and Kousuke"

[ambivartence]

local man's idol-husband concept contradicts itself, forced to become your mom instead

[jongace]

shouty team chinguline clearing the waterfall quiz at lightning speed

[cienie-isengardu]

Tomas & Liu Kang

I’m trying to put things into right perspective about Smoke, Liu Kang’s approach to Tomas and how pushed into background he was during story mode so bear with me while I’m connecting dots.

Also, to be clear, I’m not here to morally judge the characters, just to talk about the dissonance between Smoke vs Liu Kang intro dialogues and the story mode.

For one, the pre-fight dialogues imply that Tomas lost his family due to Liu Kang (Keeper of Time)’s choice: 

Smoke: "Did you intend for me to be orphaned?" Liu Kang: "Some threads must be cut to weave time’s fabric." 

and

Smoke: "I'm not sure I can forgive you." Liu Kang: "Being Keeper of Time meant making many hard choices."

When Tomas was orphaned, Kuai Liang & Bi-Han’s father adopted him and made one of Lin Kuei. If the accusation is true, then we can assume Liu Kang wanted Tomas to join Lin Kuei, as he did in the past timeline(s). So, in theory, Smoke for whatever reason was important enough for the Keeper of Time to get involved and steer events to get the wanted result. 

Which raises a question, why did Liu Kang not bother to recruit Tomas into Lin Kuei the same way he recruited Kung Lao, Raiden, Johnny Cage or Kenshi, by like, actually talking to him and taking for training? Or even why not just ask the befriended Grandmaster to take the boy (and Tomas' family) under his wings, which I think the man would do without further question.

Instead, Smoke was orphaned, taken in by Lin Kuei, adopted as son of Grandmaster and trained in magic to equalize his chances in the fight (in contrast, Bi-Han’s ice powers seems to be a natural part of him, related to specific bloodline).

Now, if Tomas was so important, if not in the greater scheme of things, then just for Liu Kang (and Kuai Liang), isn’t it weird, he is so sidelined and omitted by Fire Lord in the story mode?

Again, not judging characters, solely pointing out this choice of storyline, as this is especially visible during collecting the champions for the tournament arc.

In Chapter One, when the test was over and Liu Kang came to Kung Lao and Raiden to explain things, he specifically called only Bi-Han (the current Grandmaster) and Kuai Liang (Bi-Han’s blood-brother)

while Tomas was totally omitted and stayed behind with the rest unnamed Lin Kuei warriors.

Which, visually speaking, is weird, as just before that scene we could see Smoke walking alongside his adoptive brothers (with Bi-Han leading the group, Tomas and Kuai Liang walking a bit behind their leader, but before the unnamed warriors);

In the next chapter, again, only Bi-Han and Kuai Liang assisted Fire Lord in his quest to recruit Johnny Cage and Kenshi. Again, both Lin Kuei were addressed by their birth names, instead of codenames

while there is no information why Tomas was left behind. He likely was entrusted with escorting Kung Lao and Raiden to Shaolin Monks, yet the lack of proper mention emphasizes the pushing into the background.

We didn't learn officially Smoke's status as adopted brother of Kuai Liang and Bi-Han until Sub-Zero's chapter (#8). Unless I miss something, the first person on screen to actually address Smoke by his birth name was surprisingly Bi-Han.

Which makes even weirder the lack of including of Tomas from Liu Kang, as the Fire Lord and Smoke stayed allies through the story mode and intro dialogues (with some resentment on Tomas' side for death of his family) while the relationship between Bi-Han and Tomas was much more complicated to begin with.

We could make an argument that Liu Kang didn't want to antagonize Bi-Han by including adopted Tomas too much, however:

A) Bi-Han has never denied Tomas right to consider himself one of Grandmaster's sons - seen especially in Sub-Zero's speech pattern, as Sub-Zero always says just "Father", the same as Tomas and Kuai Liang, never putting emphasis on "my" as a reminder Smoke is adopted. The real conflict is not about whether Tomas is his and Kuai Liang's brother or not, but about him being a true Lin Kuei. What is also worth to keep in mind, any tension between brothers happened only in privacy (here and during the mission), never around Liu Kang.

(A similar thing can be noticed in intro dialogues. In Smoke vs Sub-Zero, Bi-Han specifically says "Because your blood is not Lin Kuei" however in Liu Kang vs Sub-Zero, when Fire Lord claims brothers (plural version!) miss him, Bi-Han doesn't correct his opponent about Tomas not being one. He instead says "Then they shouldn't have disobeyed my commands.")

B) Liu Kang did not show Bi-Han any special respect, especially not the kind of respect and friendship offered to Sindel and her husband, Jerrod. And yes, Fire Lord mentioned Bi-Han before Kuai Liang, and addressed him during the meeting before the mission (while the Sub-Zero's younger brothers - subordinates - stood together in silence)

but that basically it? Bi-Han didn't seem to be favored in any special way, I don't think he even was addressed as Grandmaster by Fire Lord at any moment in story mode.

Which is why I personally don't see why Liu Kang would omit Tomas solely to not hurt Bi-Han's ego or to not antagonize the man further - especially since Bi-Han himself didn't push the matter in any specific - openly - way nor didn't deny Tomas the right to consider himself one of Grandmaster's sons in the first place.

Frankly, as we don't see how Lin Kuei were informed about the upcoming meeting, we should ask, did Liu Kang call Bi-Han and specifically Smoke and Scorpion for the mission, or was that choice made solely by Sub-Zero? Because Lin Kuei for sure must have much more experienced warriors that Tomas (and Kuai Liang for that matter) but also sending on dangerous mission the Grandmaster AND the second* in line of succession seems impractical from the perspective of clan' inner safety.

*second and third, if Tomas was allowed at all to be the heir. Considering how neither Smoke nor Scorpion even for a moment considered that option and how Sektor & Cyrax would choose Bi-Han's corruption of the clan before accepting Kuai Liang as a new leader, the inner clan politics may not be so simple.

During the Lin Kuei mission (Sub-Zero's Band of Brothers Chapter) and during Bi-Han's betrayal (Scorpion's Civil War Chapter), the three brothers didn't address each other by codenames and as much as the situation allowed, freely interacted with each other.

However once Bi-Han is removed from the story mode, Smoke is even more pushed into the background. When asked, he will answer and make some (one?) observation however he barely interacted with other characters, mainly sticking to his brother. The most important exception is the scene when the heroes were wondering what to do after the big revelation and Tomas on his own talked about Lin Kuei and Bi-Han.

The story mode at that time was focused on other characters (like Mileena & Shang Tsung) so understandably, Lin Kuei brothers were put aside however even then Scorpion played a vital part, as it was Kuai Liang making the plan of attack, when Liu Kang wasn't around, while Tomas for most part was just there.

Again, no moral judging of characters just a mere observation how Tomas interacted the most freely with his brothers while was omitted by Liu Kang - and like, never(?) addressed by him in story mode, either by name or codename, even if the intro dialogues strongly imply Liu Kang was the one pushing Tomas into Lin Kuei in the first place.

Which makes an interesting contrast to Bi-Han & Smoke’s relationship but also shows how without intro dialogues, the relationship between Tomas and Liu Kang seems… non existing? I mean, even at the end of story mode, Liu Kang mentions Bi-Han

and his brother Kuai Liang building a new clan,

yet there is literally no mention of Tomas and his participation in the creation of Shirai Ryu and training its members (something confirmed in Scorpion and Smoke's endings).

Which only add to the weird feeling of alienating Tomas in story mode, not by Bi-Han but Liu Kang of all possible people?

[wanderingmind867]

The Defenders really were just a bunch of people with personal issues, weren't they? Doctor Strange is a lonely man whose only friends are his girlfriend and his manservant, The Hulk is a lonely and temperamental man who just wants to be accepted, Namor is a temperamental prince of a land oppressed by the surface-men, the silver surfer is an exile from space who has literally zero close friends (in my opinion), Valkyrie is a woman who's suffering an existential identify crisis, and nighthawk is a spoiled yet neglected rich man who never had a proper chance to grow up and mature.

Literally every single member of the defenders is someone who deserves therapy. They're a bunch of people who have next to nothing in common besides crippling loneliness and trauma. And that's oddly beautiful. I can't help liking that. They're the non-team, yet in some ways they feel like they have a tighter bond than a lot of other teams. They've got a bond forged in trauma and battle. As i said above, that's oddly beautiful.

[lilquokka04]

🖤Cum Play🖤

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-warnings- smut, sub hyunjin, oral, overstimulation, cleaning cum off the floor, everything to do with cum

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Hyunjin is the type to absolutely love cum and anything to do with it. He loves being messy. He loves when you suck him off and leave it in your mouth as you kiss him, making him taste himself and immediately getting hard from the filthy act. Absolutely loves to eat you out and tries to be on his best behavior so you let him have a taste of you. The type to eat his own cum out of your cunt after you let him fuck you. It's his preferred way of cleaning you up. You usually overstimulate his pretty cock, because how can you not when he sounds so cute, and make him clean up the mess. Whether thats by scooping the mess off of his stomach and making him eat it or by making him lick the bed sheets/floor. Wherever the mess is he will clean it like a dirty pup.

@conwunder 🖤

[ultrabooob]

happy jure day to the only cool member of joker out

[atlantis-area]

No captions needed. 😊 [X]