#the evil objects are on a date

[mangoagate]

This was a joke at first but now I kinda like them. Oh happy early Valentine’s Day as well.💖

[doamarierose-honoka]

The fourth grand Capcom Town election recently ran a poll that asked players “which of the following is Capcom’s famous quote?” There were five options to choose from, and included “objection,” “itchy, tasty,” “so tasty,” “let’s party,” and “tiun tiun (game over).” The voting period lasted from August 21, 2023 to September 4, 2023. On September 29, the results were revealed. The “objection” line from Capcom’s Ace Attorney series was voted the most famous quote. In celebration, official wallpapers of Capcom characters like Mega Man saying “objection” in the classic pointing pose were released on the Capcom Town official website and social media account. You can download all of them in their highest quality off of the official website.

In total, there are four different illustrations that were created to be made into official wallpapers. PC, iOS, and Android versions of the wallpapers are available. The PC wallpaper dimensions are 1920 x 1080, while the iOS and Android wallpapers are 1125 x 2436 and 1080 x 1920, respectively.

Here’s a closer look at how the four pieces looked. The featured Capcom characters in the “objection” wallpapers include Mega Man, a hunter from Monster Hunter, a zombie from Resident Evil, and Masamune Date from Sengoku Basara.

Capcom also shared concept art for these designs. In the case of the Monster Hunter character, the arm position was originally different. In the case of the zombie, an initial pose had it showing its back instead.

https://x.com/capcomtown/status/1709010744183021571?s=20

The Round 5 poll on the official site asked people to share if they are a cat person or dog person.

[transmasccofee]

being drawn to makokuu like a moth to a flame

[babsibabbles]

It’s here. The speech:

Fellow Senators, friends, colleagues, allies, adversaries, I stand before you this morning with a heavy heart. I’ve spent my life in this chamber. I came here as a child. And as I look around me now I realise I have almost no memories that pre-date my arrival… and few bonds of affection that cleave so tightly. Through these many years, I believe I have served my constituents honourably and upheld our code of conduct. This chamber is a cauldron of opinions and we’ve certainly all had our patience and tenors tested in pursuit of our ideals. Disagree as we might I am hopeful that those of you who know me will vouch for my credibility in the days to come. I stand this morning with a difficult message. I believe we are in crisis. The distance between what is said and what is known to be true has become an abyss. Of all the things at risk the loss of an objective reality is perhaps the most dangerous. The death of truth is the ultimate victory of evil. When truth leaves us, when we let it slip away, when it is ripped from our hands, we become vulnerable to the appetite of whatever monster screams the loudest. This Chamber’s hold on the truth was finally lost on the Ghorman Plaza. What took place yesterday, what happened yesterday on Ghorman was unprovoked genocide. Yes! Genocide! And that truth has been exiled from this Chamber! And the monster screaming the loudest? The monster we’ve helped create? The monster who will come for us all soon enough is Emperor Palpatine.

— Mon Mothma

[sylvieserene]

I noticed some interesting parallels and similarities between Eternal Sugar Cookie and Pure Vanilla Cookie

Firstly, even design wise, Eternal Sugar Cookie and Pure Vanilla Cookie are the only bare-foot characters in their respective ancient/beast groups. (Look at the way they present themselves too, one hand raised and the other holding their significant object as their hover/fly)

Both are capable of flying, albeit one without wings and one with wings (cuz features of the beasts got swapped with the ancients and GC got the wings)

Both come off as the "Friendly/Easy to approach" ones of their respective groups

Both their kingdoms are floating

Both wear almost fully white robes/dresses (often associated with purity)

Both have been shown dealing with babies

We all know Pure Vanilla Cookie is based off on Jesus + Moses, Eternal Sugar Cookie has heavy influence from Biblical Angels

Even in their title screens, they hold things very similarly

Perhaps better seen here:

Both their kingdoms were regarded as "Paradise" in their own way

Now this is a bit speculative BUT even Eternal Sugar Cookie has heavy incorporation of snakes in her design just as Pure Vanilla Cookie is big in white lilies.

Snakes in Eternal Sugar Cookie's association:

Perhaps a reference to a certain Jester hmm? (It even has blue colours incorporated!)

White lilies in Pure Vanilla Cookie's association:

And we already know Pure Vanilla Cookie loves White Lily Cookie, could it be that Eternal Sugar Cookie loves Shadow Milk Cookie?

Basically if PV x WL is Robstar from Teen Titans then SM x ES is basically RobRae. Or a verse where evil PV and evil HB fell in love... And RobRae is canon in the evil verse of TT03 (Teen Tyrants verse) so could it be a similar situation? Just like them PV and HB see eachother platonically but maybe when evil they date?

Highly speculative ik but very interesting I believe as idt this is a coincidence

They even have angels in eachother's design

What do y'all think?

[storyslover]

Could you write another fic where y/n is in a Quadrant video maybe y/n is a quadrant athlete and lando is so loving and supportive of her

HI, I TRIED TO MAKE IT LIKE YOUR REQUEST BUT ADDED MY TOUCH TO IT. HOPE YOU LIKE IT.

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SPILL YOUR GUTS

 Pairing: Lando Norris x F2!driver!Reader (established relationship) Setting: Quadrant YouTube studio — a new Spill Your Guts episode Tone: Flirty, intimate, realistic, and a little suggestive Word Count: ~3,500

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“You’re gonna regret agreeing to this.”

Lando’s voice was low behind you as you sat down on the Spill Your Guts set, fake neon sushi glowing on one side of the table and bowls of unidentifiable, terrifying food on the other.

You smirked and leaned back against him slightly. “I already regret dating someone with such a big mouth.”

He gave your waist a subtle squeeze before letting go. “That big mouth’s kissed you in some pretty risky places.”

“Lando—”

“Mic’s on, by the way,” Max called from behind the camera, grinning. “Keep it down, lovebirds.”

You put your head in Lando’s neck, embarrassed. “You're evil.”

 Max, laugh at your embarrassment.

“Stop teasing her. “Lando glared at Max.

You were the guest for this episode of Spill Your Guts or Fill Your Guts—Quadrant’s beloved, unhinged food-and-chaos segment. Your title? Officially, F2 driver. Also officially: part of Quadrant’s new athlete lineup.

Unofficially? Lando Norris’s girlfriend.

Not that either of you had confirmed it—yet. But there were hints: a soft-launched ski trip. Your voice in the background of his stream. His hoodie is on your Twitch. A cropped selfie with a driver’s pass just barely showing his name on your wristband.

Subtle… but not subtle enough for the internet to miss.

So when Quadrant asked you to be in a video, you knew what you were walking into.

You just didn’t know they’d stack the questions like this.

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Round One: Max vs Y/N

Max picked up his card, his grin already too smug.

“Alright, Y/N. Question one. You’ve been in the paddock for a while now… so out of all the current F1 drivers—not counting Lando—who’s the hottest?”

The table immediately erupted.

Ria howled. Niran ducked under the table.

You leaned back, eyes wide. “That’s so dirty.”

Max laughed. “Then eat the duck tongue. Or answer.”

You looked at the plate. It looked… like someone had yanked it off an actual duck two hours ago.

You turned slightly in your seat and locked eyes with Lando, who was sitting just off-camera. His arms were crossed. A single brow was raised. Amused but clearly paying attention.

You narrowed your eyes at him, then turned back to Max with a shrug.

“Easy. Charles.”

Lando let out a dramatic scoff. “Oh, wow, okay.”

You grinned, playing it up. “Objectively speaking. Bone structure? Hair? Monaco accent?”

“You’re not helping yourself.”

Max leaned forward. “Is that your final answer?”

You glanced at Lando again, then smiled slyly. “Actually… Pierre has the arms.”

Lando stood up. “Okay, she’s sleeping on the couch tonight.” 

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Round Two: Ria vs Y/N

Ria picked up her card, practically bouncing in her seat.

“Ooooh. This one’s so good. Okay. Y/N… what’s the most scandalous place you and Lando have hooked up?”

Lando  choked on his water.

Niran smacked the table and howled. Max looked like he’d won the lottery.

Your entire face went warm.

Ria grinned. “You can tell us or eat the century egg.”

The smell hit you immediately. You gagged.

Lando, from behind the camera, said calmly, “You could just eat the egg.”

You looked over your shoulder at him. “Coward.”

“I’m protecting our dignity.”

You turned back to the table. “Alright, you wanna know?”

Turn to look at Lando behind the camera “Sorry, i can’t eat it.”

Lando rolled his eyes.

Everyone leaned in.

“The McLaren hospitality bathroom.”

The studio exploded.

Max fell out of his chair. Ria was screaming. Niran ran out of frame.

Lando covered his face with both hands, muttering, “Nooo, you didn’t—”

You grinned wickedly. “Back when I was in F3. No one knew me. We got cocky.”

Ria gasped. “So you just—”

“Used his pass to sneak in. Didn’t even lock the door properly.”

Lando groaned.

“And I’d do it again.” 

Max is dying. “I am already imagining the headlines’ Lando Norris and y/n y/l/n F2 driver get frisky in The McLaren hospitality bathroom’ and your PR teams sweating. “

I look down, embarrassed .

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Round Three: Niran vs Y/N

Niran’s question was sneakily soft.

“Okay, final one,” he said. “You’ve got everything on the line—career, legacy, reputation. If you could only choose one: the F1 seat of your dreams… or a life with Lando. What do you pick?”

The whole room went quiet.

You blinked.

Even Lando, off-camera, stopped shifting.

You exhaled slowly. “That’s not fair.”

Niran raised his brows. “You can skip it.by drinking the drink in front of you. “

You didn’t.

“I’ve worked my entire life for a seat in F1,” you said. “Since I was a kid. Every sacrifice, every night alone in hotel rooms, every injury, every sponsor meeting, every lap…”

You looked up.

“But I’d still pick him.”

Lando’s expression changed in an instant—shock, awe, something soft and deep that flickered behind his eyes like it hit straight in the chest.

“Because if I made it to the top and he wasn’t there,” you said quietly, “it wouldn’t matter.”

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Behind the Scenes

Later, when the cameras stopped rolling and the crew started packing up, you snuck off to the corner hallway near the break room.

Lando found you there—leaning against the wall, scrolling through your phone to avoid how your heart was pounding.

“You meant it?”

You looked up.

He was standing close now, his voice low.

“The F1 seat,” he said. “You’d give that up?”

You tucked your phone away and looked at him properly. “If it came down to losing you? Yeah. I would.”

Lando didn’t smile this time.

Instead, he stepped in and pressed his forehead to yours, his hands sliding down to your waist, warm and grounding.

“I’d never ask you to choose,” he murmured. “But just so you know… I’d have picked you, too.”

You let your eyes flutter shut, exhaling against his mouth.

“Good,” you whispered. “Because I’m not done with you yet.”

He kissed you then—slow but firm, like a promise.

And when you pulled back, his voice was rough.

“You realize the fans are going to lose their minds over this video, right?”

You grinned. “Yeah, i know “ 

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Top Comments Under the Video:

@quadrantchaos: "The McLaren hospitality bathroom." I AM ON THE FLOOR.

@wifeyofnorris: no bc the way Lando looked at her during the F1 seat question?? soulmates.

@f2babe: We all knew they were together, but THIS?? This was a RELATIONSHIP hard launch to END ALL HARD LAUNCHES.

@lan4rdo: She said Pierre has the ARMS and lived to tell the tale. queen. ---------------------------------------------------------------------------

HERE IS A NEW ONE HOPE YOU LIKE IT GUYS.

[gurugirl]

Use Me Up | boyfriend's best friend!h

Originally posted on Patreon!

Summary: Harry's your boyfriend's best friend and he's very hard to resist.

Word Count: 7,072

Warning: smut, cheating, lying, alcohol consumption

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Look at him. Dark curls, soft green eyes, broad shoulders. All fit and tattooed with that dirty smirk aimed in your direction. It’d been like that all night. When no one was looking his eyes were on you.

Harry Styles. The object of desire for so many women. But the problem for you was that he was your boyfriend’s best friend. You should have been off-limits. He shouldn’t have even been taking part in your daydreams.

You rolled your eyes at him as Colin knocked his beer over.

Everyone had a couple too many drinks at that point. Your boyfriend, the worst off.

“Here,” you leaned down and righted the spilled can to halt the beer from pouring out.

Colin fell back into the couch and laughed as you got up to take the nearly empty can to the trash.

“Hey! I wasn’t done with that!”

“I actually think it’s time for a little water,” you countered.

Walking into the kitchen you took a breath and grabbed two cups for water. You needed some as well. You’d been hitting the strawberry lime seltzers kind of hard since you arrived at Ivy’s and you were feeling the alcohol.

“Need help?”

You turned to look over your shoulder as you shut off the faucet.

“I’m pretty sure I can handle this,” you laughed as you raised your hands, a cup of water in each.

Harry reached into the fridge to grab himself another beer, “All right. Was just being nice. You done drinking for the night?”

“Probably. Colin is for sure done. Gonna have to carry him home I think.”

“I’ll help you. I can tell he’s well past his limit. There’s no way you’re going to have an easy go of it with him. He’s like Gumby when he gets drunk.”

You laughed and Harry licked his lips as he watched you. You hated (but you loved it) when he licked his lips while he was looking at you. It elicited memories of the not-so-long-ago past.

. .

You arrived at Colin’s a little early but you knew Harry’d be there and he’d let you in until Colin showed up.

He got you a soda from the fridge and you both went into the living room where he showed you their new record player.

“It’s got great sound and check this out,” he pulled out an album and placed it over the turntable showing you how the tone arm lowered automatically and cycled the vinyl around to the perfect spot to begin at the first song.

“Oh, that’s cool!” You watched as he clicked a button and sound started playing through the speakers. It was an old popular 70s rock song, “The sound quality really is good.”

He snapped his fingers and began to move his hips as he grinned at you so you placed your soda down and mimicked him, swaying and laughing as you snapped your fingers.

Behind Harry’s grin, you saw something else. The way he licked his lips, his eyes traveled over your curves, and he slunk in closer as he moved to the music- it held some kind of intensity that you weren’t sure how to work out. One thing was for sure; Harry was a flirt and your boyfriend was not home.

“You’re cute,” Harry said it so flippantly as he jutted his chin up and kept his eyes on yours.

You scoffed and rolled your eyes, “Yeah right…”

But he did this thing that had you feeling a slurry of scorching lava under your fingertips as he bit into his bottom lip with his eyelids drooped gently, pupils winding over your hips while you continued to move and he pulled your hand into his, redirecting your flow until you were practically dancing in his arms.

“You know you’re cute. What are you doing dating Colin anyway?”

His hand wound over your hip as he kept his eyes on yours.

“I…” you laughed and shook your head. You weren’t sure what he was doing but it had you reeling. His heavy presence and deep voice, the music lulling you into surrender, his pretty bright eyes, that evil grin… It definitely wasn’t the first time he’d flirted with you in private.

“You’re too good for him, Y/n,” he spoke smoothly, his face nearing yours and his voice dripping with lusty deception.

“I doubt that, Harry,” you spoke just above a whisper as he slithered around you until his hands were holding your hips and your back was against his chest. You knew it was wrong. You knew you should have stopped but you didn’t want to.

And when you felt his breath on the back of your ear and he pressed his hips against your bum you softly gasped but made no move to stop him. He was too close and his lips were practically brushing against the shell of your ear as he kept swaying you in step with his movements, hips glued to your backside, and then he moaned. The sound vibrating off your neck and making goosebumps rise up on your skin.

You closed your eyes and settled your hands over his when he let out another graveled moan into your ear, “You like this don’t you? Need more attention from Colin than he can give you…”

It was true. You were a bit needy while Colin was a bit cold, aloof. But it’d always been that way with you two and you’d settled and gotten used to the way he was. However, that didn’t mean you didn’t miss attention. And Harry was suddenly filling in the small gaps left behind from Colin’s apathy.

But the moment you heard the keys in the door, Harry moved away from you just as deftly as he’d pulled you against his chest and acted like nothing had happened. 

. .

You forced Colin to drink his whole cup of water and by the time he’d finished he was already half asleep. It was time to go and Harry accompanied you.

“You don’t have to help,” you said as the three of you climbed into the back of a taxi together.

“Look at him, Y/n. What makes you think he’s gonna be able to walk to the door on his own? You certainly can’t carry him. Besides, I live at the same house and it was time for me to go as well. Saves us money anyway, yeah?”

You nodded. He had a point you supposed.

You were smushed between Harry and Colin in the backseat. Colin was like a limp noodle against you while Harry was warm and solid and somehow he took up so much more space than you imagined he would.

“You’re gonna stay over, right?” Harry looked down at you.

“I figured I would, yeah. It’s not a problem?”

Harry chuckled and looked out his window before putting his big palm over his thigh, knocking against your knee, “Of course it’s not a problem. I love it when you’re over.”

You couldn’t take your eyes off his pinky finger which was nudged against your jeans. You weren’t sure if he was doing it on purpose or if it was just because the space was so tight but you certainly didn’t mind it. Looking over at your boyfriend his mouth was dropped open and his eyes were closed. Out cold.

“He’s not waking up for the rest of the night,” Harry spoke quietly, his lips aimed toward your ear.

You gulped when Harry shifted the slightest, pressing his side into yours, and began moving his hand over his jeans-clad thigh, his pinky brushing over your own jeans-clad thigh.

When you arrived at the house, Harry pulled Colin out of the backseat and lifted him into his arms bridal style. You laughed at the sight and followed the men toward the door.

“Keys are in my front left pocket,” Harry said as he jutted his hips out and looked at you with a smirk.

You sighed and slid your fingers into his pocket, which was a bit tight, but you pushed in until you felt the metal and looped your finger into one of the key rings to pull at it.

Harry sucked in a breath through his teeth, “There you go, Y/n. Just like that.” Harry said it as if you were doing something naughty to him.

Unlocking the door you stepped in and held it open for Harry, who walked past you and took his best friend to his bed, laying his head on the pillow and then removed his boots. You watched from the doorway of Colin’s room as Harry took care of him, light shining into his room from the hallway.

Harry grunted when he pulled the last boot off and then got up to leave the room, closing the door behind himself.

You pointed toward the doorknob, “I’m probably just gonna call it a night actually.”

Harry pressed his lips together, hiding the grin that was trying to take over his features, “Nahh… stay up a little longer with me. Don’t go to bed yet.”

It was a terrible idea. You weren’t being forced to follow him away from Colin’s room. You weren’t being manipulated or deceived. You were curious, though. Wondered what might happen if given the chance.

You both had a bottle of water as you sat on the stool near the record player and Harry sat on the couch across from you, his legs spread apart.

“Why you all the way over there?” He licked his goddamn lips again as he looked at you with what could only be described as bedroom eyes; that half-lidded, sultry gaze.

 “I don’t know. I just sat here is all,” you shrugged and capped your water bottle before placing it on the floor by your feet.

“You got work tomorrow?” He asked as he crossed an ankle over his knee before his ring-clad fingers ran up and down his thick thighs.

“No. I don’t work Sundays. What about you?” You already knew the answer.

“Nope. Means we can stay up as late as we want. Colin won’t wake up til afternoon anyway. When he gets like this he’s a log.”

You laughed and nodded, “Yeah. I’ve seen him like this a few times. You’re right.”

“Why don’t you put a record on,” he gestured toward the turn table next to you.

You squatted down to go through the records, tracing your fingers over the dust jackets until you found one that had a mix of popular 70s songs, “You guys have a lot of 70s music.”

Harry crouched down next to you to see which album you were looking at, “S’cause these are all used and plus 70s music is pretty good, yeah?” He grinned at you, taking the record from your hands and stood up, “Want this one?”

You nodded and watched him put the vinyl on the record player and then hit the button for the music to begin. The song that started to play sounded like something instrumental at first but then you heard the first line Got a black magic woman…

Harry turned to look down at you and began bobbing his head and rolling his shoulders, moving to the music. You laughed at him. He was being a little goofy with his movements but the dimpled grin on his face was evidence that he was trying to make you laugh. You swung your arms then raised them over your head and spun around with your hips swaying.

You and Harry kept moving to the song and then he was behind you, singing the words to the song when you felt him moving in step with you, “She’s tryin’ to make a devil out of me… Don’t turn your back on me baby…”

You laughed as he sang just loud enough for you to hear his raspy voice in your ear.

“Is my singing funny to you,” you felt his hand on your arm, nudging you back toward him.

You turned to look back at him over your shoulder, “You’re just funny, Harry. You’re being goofy.”

“Oh yeah? You think I’m goofy?” He held your arm as he pressed his chest into your back and continued singing, “Stop messin’ ‘round with your tricks…Don’t turn your back on me, baby… You just might pick up my magic sticks…”

You moved with the music and couldn’t help the cheesy grin on your face as he brought a hand down to your hip while his other stayed wrapped around your upper arm.

He sang his breathy words into your ear and it made your skin to heat but the way he was holding you against his body had your resolve crumbling. Not that you had much resolve to begin with.

“Yes, you got your spell on me, baby… Turnin’ my heart into stone… I need you so bad magic woman, I can’t leave you alone…”

You moaned, the top row of your teeth jammed into your bottom lips and he squeezed at your hip as his lips grazed against your ear.

You knew this would happen. When you were looking through the albums you wondered if he’d get up and dance with you. If he’d pull you into his arms and seduce you like he nearly did that time before. Or any of the other times he flirted with you or touched your skin, or whispered compliments into your ear when Colin wasn’t paying attention. There was only so much a girl could take when a man like Harry was coming on to her.

And who would ever know?

You raised your arms and drew your hands to the back of his neck as he continued swaying you in his arms, his crotch glued to your bum and you felt every bit of him pressed into you. His hot exhale on your neck was damp on your skin just before his pink lips found your flesh.

It sent a crackle of electricity through your spine as he began to kiss your soft skin slowly and when the song changed you found yourself being turned in his arms, all blurry and hot and thirsting when you felt his mouth smeared against yours.

He cradled the back of your head as his lips pressed plush kisses to your mouth and then his tongue slid over yours.

You’d stopped moving altogether and instead just stood next to the record player as the music played and you made out with Harry. If Colin walked in you didn’t know if you’d be able to even stop then. Harry’s lips and his tongue and his hands were rewiring your brain chemistry and all you wanted was him.

A cracked moan fell from your chest as Harry pulled away, his eyes locked on yours as he tugged at you, moving you toward his bedroom.

The Bill Withers song was still playing in the background as you were led to his room.

I want to spread the news… That if it feels this good getting used… Oh, you just keep on using me… Until you use me up…

He shut his door and the sound of the song was muffled but when he put his hands on your hips and his soft lips found yours you grabbed his t-shirt and pulled at him until you were both on his bed, limbs tangled and mouths wound together.

He rolled to his back and pulled you over his legs so you were straddling his thighs on top of him as you kept kissing and groaning into his mouth.

You could feel how hard he was in his jeans as you rolled your pelvis gently down and he hissed, “Keep doing that and I’m not gonna be able to stop, Y/n.”

You laughed into his mouth and pulled away to look down at him, “What are we doing, Harry?”

He let out a breathy chuckle as he kept a hold of your hips, “We’re doing something very bad is what we’re doing.”

Biting your lip you looked at his kiss-swollen mouth and back into his eyes, “We shouldn’t though, right? This is bad.”

He licked his lips, “We shouldn’t. But who’s gonna stop us?” His big hands moved down to your thighs. “What if it’s just our little secret? No one has to know.”

You dropped your lips back down over his in an unspoken agreement. No one ever had to know. It’d be your dirty little secret. A naughty indulgence to never be spoken of again.

When you felt his fingers smooth up to the bottom hem of your shirt you felt him tugging it upward. Halting the movement of your mouth against his you sat up and shucked it from your torso. His hands immediately found your tits as you unhooked the back of your bra and the moment your nipples were bare to him he sat up, one arm winding around your low back as his hand cupped your fleshy breast and he ducked to pull it into his mouth.

Wet saliva coated each of your tits as Harry wove his mouth back and forth on your skin and your nipples. You slid your fingers into his hair and moaned as he leaned you back further until your back was on his mattress and he was hovering over you, undoing your jeans button.

You looked up at him and pulled at his t-shirt. You wanted to see more of him. You’d seen his bare chest before. You’d seen him in just running shorts a few times. The man was ungodly. Tattoos, chiseled pecs, and soft abs with masculine hair scattered over his chest. Strong arms that could crush and thighs that allowed him the sort of endurance you were sure would come in handy that very night. He was broad and dense, heavy and sexy as fuck.

When his skin was on view you ran your hands over his shoulders and down to his pecs as he began to undo his own jeans. You quickly pushed your fingers into your waistband and yanked your jeans down your legs until you were just left in stretchy red boyshorts.

Harry groaned and kicked his jeans off and then crawled back over you, carefully fitting himself between your thighs and laying his hips against yours, his hard cock, hidden by the thin layer of his boxers, rested over your pussy as he slowly rocked himself down. You lifted your hips upward to feel his girth and the heat of him between your legs.

Dry humping. You hadn’t done it since your first year of college. Guys tended to go right for getting naked and getting something wet as soon as possible.

Though, technically Harry was getting something wet. Between his tongue on your lips and your pussy secreting arousal with every nudge of his dick against your clit there was nothing dry about dry humping in that moment. Even his boxers were getting wet the longer you two went at it.

He began to move himself down your body, taking more time to lavish your breasts with his tongue and his lips before he licked into your belly button triggering a giggle to bubble out of your mouth. He placed his hands on your hips and dug his fingers under the elastic band at the top of your underwear and began to pull at them, to which you lifted your hips so he could tug them off.

Smoothing his big palms up the outside of your thighs to your hips he kept his eyes on the glistening space between your legs and puffed out a breath, “This is all mine tonight?” He looked up at you and it was dripping hedonistic lust as his thumbs slid down over the soft flesh of your pelvis.

You nodded and breathed out a yes before he slowly poked his tongue out to lick his lips and lowered his mouth to the space next to his thumb, a warm kiss smushed into your skin before it sliced a damp path inward to your mons. You were spinning and blubbering under him as he gripped onto the underside of your thigh and held you apart.

Your body was trembling before he even laid his tongue over your pussy but when he finally pressed a soft, barely-there kiss to your clit you could have just perished right then. You balled up the blanket under you in your fists as he began to run his tongue up and down your wet pussy.

You sputtered out a string of curses and rolled your hips up when he slid his fingers over your entrance and prodded in.

“Mmm…” he lifted his face to look up at you, “Y/n… you’re so wet for me. Gonna need to sneak tastes of your pussy anytime Colin isn’t around.”

You couldn’t respond other than to moan his name and thread your fingers into his hair when he reattached his lips.

There was something about the way Harry did it, the way he licked at your pussy and kissed your clit, the way he drove his fingers into your cunt and moaned over you that was so sultry and hungry… it was like he needed it, like he was desperate for it. For you.

The house was quiet. It was lucky Colin slept like the dead when he got drunk like that or you’d have to worry about him hearing. But as it was, Harry’s bedroom was filled with the sound of something lewd and wet and achy. Moans coming from you and from him, your pussy getting worked by his fingers and his mouth, the shift of bodies over blankets and the subtle creaking of his bed as he dug into your pussy with more fervor.

 And you really tried not thinking about the way Colin did it versus how Harry was doing it but you were amazed at what a little enthusiasm could feel like. Colin ate you out, sure, but it wasn’t like this. It wasn’t a man with a primal need to make you feel good and stake some kind of claim on you. Colin’s method was more like a means to an end. A way to get you nice and wet so he could stick his dick inside of you.

Harry’s method was an animalistic craving. He wasn’t eating you out nicely with a soft tongue and a few slurps. No. This was something else. He was devouring you. Sloppy and sopping. He dragged his tongue over you like it was his fucking job. The one arm he had wrapped around you, was anchoring you to his mouth. You couldn’t escape him if you wanted. This man wasn’t taking it easy. When he lifted you slightly, he scooted in closer and removed his fingers from your pussy and licked up the wet spots on your inner thighs and down your bum before he spread you back open with two of his fingers again and got back to ravaging your clit.

You had to release his hair and go back to gripping the blankets as you felt your body wash away into the atmosphere, floating and buzzing and melting as you lay helpless under his weight and his tongue.

You were certain it was going to be a mess when he was done with you. There wasn’t anything dry between your legs nor on his face. The heat and the moisture rose until there was nothing left for you to do but come. And come and come…

He had his fingers pressed into your front wall massaging your g-spot as he sucked and drew your clit into his mouth. You couldn’t stop shaking or crying for what felt like minutes upon minutes.

But then it was too much and you squeaked a laugh as you tried lifting and pulling away but when you pushed at his forehead he swatted you away and grunted, not letting up on the doggish way he was eating you.

“Oh my god! Fuck, Harry!” You bellowed into his room and tried closing your legs and moving to roll to your side but he had you pinned down and it seemed only to egg him on. His eyes flitted up to yours and in warning to keep still, not that you had much choice. He wasn’t budging nor letting you pull away from his mouth as he continued fucking you with those long fingers and lapping all around your hot, pulsing clit.

But then you saw the slight smirk as he lifted for air before he dove down again and slid his tongue quickly over your clit and the sensitive, too-much feeling turned into a liquid ache and then desire as you felt you second orgasm begin to prick and burst until it was forced out of you like a torture method. Come or else…

So you came again. Not against your will but not by your own accord. It was automatic. You couldn’t stop it from happening.

You were drifting into the ether when he finally, fucking finally, pulled his mouth and his fingers away. When you opened your eyes he was smirking down at you, like he was proud of the state he’d left you in.

“What?” You croaked out as your chest heaved violently.

“I’m serious. Gonna need to do that to you as often as possible. Whenever Colin’s not looking. Damn you’re hot, Y/n. Fuck…” he ran his hands over your sides and up your torso to your nipples where he circled over them with his thumbs, “Wish I’d gotten to you first.”

You pushed yourself to sit up, “You… he’s your best friend, though. I mean… I just think…” you huffed, not fully having your wits about you after what he’d just done to you, “God… I wouldn’t be able to say no, but this is bad, Harry. Don’t you think this should be a one-time thing? Like, we should never do this again, right?”

You watched him lick his lips and swallow and that’s when you noticed he had your arousal down his neck. The guy had gone in so intensely on your pussy that you dripped down his neck. You supposed he had reason to be proud.

“We’ll see, won’t we? I’m not a great friend, I’ll admit. But you’re not a great girlfriend either are you? Doing this behind his back the way we are… it’s bad, but fuck if I don’t want to steal you away from him.”

You puffed a laugh through your nose and ran a hand over your face. You couldn’t believe you were cheating in the first place. It was insane. You weren’t a cheater.

But actually… you were a cheater. You were lying in your boyfriend’s best friend’s bed completely naked and freshly zonked from two orgasms. You were absolutely a cheater.

Harry pulled at your thigh, dragging you closer to him and he cradled the back of your head with his hand and kissed you so deeply you nearly forgot Colin’s name for a moment. You could feel his erection, stiff and hot against your inner thigh and you were compelled to run your hand over his boxers to grip him and feel it in your hand.

You gasped into his mouth and parted from the kiss to look down at the monster you were holding in your palm. Looking back up at Harry with your lips parted in lust you were suddenly hyper-aware that the man you were in bed with was going to fuck you with that thing and if he was as good with his cock as he was with his mouth… you were surely doomed.

“What is it?” He asked you with hooded eyes and a syrupy, deep, lusty voice. He knew what it was. The man was more than aware of the kind of advantage he had in that area.

You squeezed around him let your palm travel up the length of it over his boxers and pressed over his tip, “Let me see it.”

He grinned at you silently as he pulled at his boxers and brought them down, his thick shaft lobbing out, heavy and stiff. You let out a moan and moved back, getting to your knees and holding him at the root against his pubic hair before tonguing over him and drawing your saliva down the length of him.

Harry hissed as he leaned back, palms flat against his mattress as he watched you suck on him for a moment, lips working over his tip and wetting him with your spit. You moaned again and pulled off of him, “God, Harry. Fuck…”

He held the back of your head as you dipped down again and took him in your mouth, wrapping your lips around him and gorging on the taste and feel of him. It was smooth and hot against your tongue. He was wide, bulbous. But you couldn’t help the way just the look and feel of his cock had your already weeping pussy flutter and clench at the thought of him driving into you with it.

“You like that, don’t you? God, you’re supposed to mine, Y/n. Oh fuck that feels good…”

Your insides were feeling too hollow, your walls straining together to feel something that would take up the empty space. You popped off of his tip, saliva dripping down your chin, “Fuck me. Please.”

Harry tilted his head to the side, “Already? You don’t need a minute to recover? You that greedy, baby?”

“I am right now,” you pulled at his boxers to get rid of them. Harry put his hands into the band of his underwear and took them off completely.

“Just right now? So tomorrow we’ll go back to normal then,” he crawled over you, making your back hit the mattress as his hand found your tit, “Pretend this never happened and never do it again, yeah?”

You panted and reached around his back to pull him down, “I don’t know…” you whined and bucked your hips up, “Just… right now is all I can think about. Please…”

“A bit cockdumb huh? You’re not thinking straight, are you?”

You scrunched your face and pouted, “What? Just fuck me, Harry!”

He grinned at you and shook his head in disbelief, “No condom then?”

You’d forgotten. You were always so good about using condoms and being the one on top of that decision with Colin. Only a few times did you ever let him fuck you without one and it was only when you were 100% sure it was not during your fertile window and he wasn’t allowed to come inside you anyway.

“Fuck…” you breathed out and whined as you raised your hips upward, pressing your wet pussy against his cock, “Just fuck me. I don’t even care right now. I’m gonna lose my mind…”

Harry grabbed your chin and his eyes pierced into you as he spoke, “Are you on birth control?”

You shook your head, “No. But… god…” you writhed under him.

Harry let out a burst of a laugh, still shaking his head, “Damn. Did I do this to you? Baby you’re gonna regret it if you let me fuck you raw. That’s asking for trouble.”

“Just… goddamnit…” you closed your eyes and groaned. You wanted him right then. You were sure you’d never acted like such a slut before but Harry’s body and his deep voice, his eyes, the way the front of his thighs were pressed into the back of yours… He could just slip right in and pound away and you’d feel all of him. Every ridge and wrinkle, hot velvet gliding through your gummy channel, drinking him in…

When you raised your hips again, your eyes on his he nudged himself down toward you, his cock sliding through your pussylips, slicking up and down and jabbing at your clit you clung to his back tight.

“You want it? Like this?” He placed his forearm down on the bed alongside your shoulder as he rocked down over you, his tip traveling over your pussy and getting drenched in your juice.

“Mmm… Harry… yes…”

He softly kissed your lips as he rutted up and slid back, “You’re gonna let me fuck you bare? In this bedroom right here, next to your boyfriend’s? You sure?”

You nodded, your nose bumping against his as you breathed out the word please.

He parted from the kiss and set his eyes on yours as he flexed his thighs and poked at your hole gently with his tip. He teased you for a bit, only gently pressing just the very tip of himself into you until suddenly and all once he forced his crown through your tight, pulsing muscle, opening you up and burying himself in until his balls were tucked against your ass.

You both let out a loud and pathetic mewl at the sensation and you could feel him shaking already. It was decadent and rude and sumptuous and unbearable. It was so wrong. So bad but so fucking delightful.

He began to slowly thrust as he kept his gaze pinned to yours, “Okay? Feel good?”

You moaned as you nodded and kept a tight grasp on his back, wrapping your legs around him so you could keep yourself grounded. So that you knew it was real. That Harry was actually fucking you with his big cock and you weren’t just dreaming it.

“Yeah? Feel all of me like this, don’t you? Needed me so bad and now you’ve got me, baby. Gonna give you my cock whenever you want it. Sneak around behind Colin’s back and keep it secret. He’ll never know. Could fuck you all night and all morning and he’ll wake up tomorrow with no idea of the filthy kind of girl you are.”

“Mmmm… fuck!” You whined as he plunged deep inside your guts. You’d never had anyone so thick and long before. And it was just a bonus that it was attached to a man like Harry. It shouldn’t have surprised you that someone with the kind of confidence he had would be so hung.

“Mmmm… fuck is right… that feels so fucking good. I had a feeling your pussy would be made for me,” he panted his words as he worked into you, thighs flexing against yours.

Your noises were uncontrollable. You had no ability to restrain yourself. You truly were intoxicated, incapacitated, obtunded. Delirious. Which Harry seemed to get a kick out of.

“You’ve never had it like this before, have you? I know what you had to deal with,” he gasped when you gripped tight around and dug your nails into his back, “Colin’s a lazy boyfriend. You need more attention and I can see that. Gonna give you all the attention you can handle if you want it, Y/n…”

Harry pulled back, making your legs fall from his back as he lowered his lips to your tits, curling himself over you as he continued fucking into you, sucking your nipples into his mouth and running his tongue over your sensitive nubs one at a time.

It was debauched gluttony. Harry was so much better in bed than Colin and it almost wasn’t fair. But you couldn’t even feel an ounce of guilt because it was the best thing you’d ever felt. Harry sucked your nipples hard as his cock wrecked your insides, running his hand along the outside of your soft breast and then to the other side, continuing the pace at which he rocked into you. His bed only creaked in time with his thrusts, slow and steady, but the sound of your sodden pussy taking his big cock was salacious and lewd.

Every stroke of his long dick through your pussy walls felt like damnation and salvation all at once. You weren’t sure you’d be the same after. Weren’t sure you wouldn’t be begging him for more every time Colin wasn’t watching. Harry had ruined you.

Harry’s gasps and pants against your tits grew more desperate and you could feel him throbbing inside of you, nudging deep into your tummy and slowly rearing back, his cock coated and sticky with you before plunging it all back inside of you again.

He steadied himself, lifting up to look down at you as he began to fuck into you a little harder, his bed bouncing a little more with the sound of skin slapping together and your punched moans filled the room.

Every time he buried himself in he ground his pelvis against your clit and it sent fireworks through your nervous system. You grabbed onto his thighs as he rutted into you, deep and desperate strokes that split you wide open and made you drool it felt so good. Harry’s chest was sweating as he held your hips down and circled his groin against you, his moans growing louder and whinier as he watched you slowly come undone.

“Give me another one, baby. Show me how good it feels when I fuck you. Better than it’s ever felt with anyone else…”

Harry had something to prove.

You could hardly think straight. The man was fucking out any logic or sense in your brain but you didn’t want to have rational thoughts that interrupted what was happening. You wanted Harry and his cock. You wanted to be fucked by him just like he was for all time. To hell with Colin and his sorry excuse for lovemaking. Harry was a real man with pleasure to give.

The breath was kicked from your lungs when the tight coil in your tummy began to unravel and the yummiest, most transcendent orgasm you’d ever experienced began to take over. The only thing you registered was Harry’s cock pounding into you and words of encouragement egging you on as the mattress squeaked violently under you. His words were unclear but you could hear the starved and whimpery moans falling from his mouth between words.

You trembled and quaked as you spasmed over him, the glide of his heavy cock through your guts squelched and ached as you gasped for air and finally began to discern what was happening when Harry frantically pulled his cock from your pussy and climbed over you, taking your face in his hand and dipped his pussy flavored dick into your lips where you felt him pumping warm, creamy come down your throat and onto your tongue. You grabbed onto his ass with both hands and pulled at him, beckoning him to stuff his whole fat cock into your esophagus.

The grunts and moans he let fall from his chest were the sexiest thing you’d ever heard from any man. Colin wasn’t vocal at all. When Colin came he’d pinch his face up like he was in pain or disgusted by the flavor of something and silently sigh with his mouth open.

But Harry… Harry wasn’t holding back. He was moaning as he thrust his cock into your mouth and slapped his hand on the headboard to steady himself, “Fuck…”

When you’d siphoned every drop from him, he gently pulled his meaty cock from your mouth and you coughed, gasping for air. Harry laid himself on the bed next to you and cupped your cheek, “You all right,” he panted.

You moaned and wiped the back of your hand over your mouth and rolled to face him, “Yeah I’m all right. Better than all right I’d say.”

Harry laughed, moving his hand from your face and fondled your breast in his palm, smushing at it and thumbing over your nipple, “You down to keep doing this with me?”

You sighed and ran your tongue along the inside of your cheek as you placed your palm on his chest, “I’m pretty sure I’ll be craving that from now on.”

He grinned, “Be craving what?”

“You. The way you do it. I…” you laughed, “I’ve never come three times in a row like that for any man.”

“So you want me to give you lots of cummies?” He snorted a laugh, “Need me to take care of you when Colin can’t.”

“When you say it like that… god it sounds so bad doesn’t it?”

“It is bad, Y/n. We are two very bad people who just did something very awful to someone. But I certainly don’t want to stop.”

“I mean… I don’t know if I can stop now. That was…”

“The best.”

You nodded. It was the best. And you knew you’d have regrets and the guilt would come at some point. But in that moment after being expertly fucked and properly taken care of you could think of nothing better than to do it again and again and again. As often as you could get away with it.

“How long do you think we can keep doing this? Like we’ll have to be lying all the time and sneaking around.”

“If we’re quiet and sneaky enough, as long as we want.”

You bit into your bottom lip and giggled, “That was a smart move. Not coming inside of me. Was gonna let you, ya know.”

Harry sat up with a smirk, “I know you were gonna. But I think fucking my best friend’s girl raw is quite enough mistakes for one night. As much as I wanted to fill you up we’ll have to save that one for a rainy day.”

You sat up with him, clothes all strewn about on the floor and at the foot of his bed, “A rainy day, huh? I’ll keep that in mind.”

Harry pinched your thigh before hopping off the bed out of your reach with a laugh, “And I think it’s only fair that you sleep in here with me tonight,” he slid his boxers up his legs, “Colin’s not gonna wake up until late so we’ll have plenty of time before he’s conscious.”

Harry tossed you his t-shirt and you pulled it over your head, “Why’s that only fair?”

Harry shrugged, “Cause I like to cuddle and Colin’s passed out so might as well let me have some since I probably won’t get to do it very often.”

You slid off his bed and pulled your arms over his shoulders, “That’s kind of sweet, Harry.”

“So you’ll stay in here with me tonight?”

“Without a doubt.”

You were both so fucked.

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svt as your baby daddies | maknae line (pt. 2)

you are back from your work trip!

°⨳°·..·°⨳°⊹٭ seokmin ٭⊹°⨳°·..·°⨳° (part 1 here)

When your boss told you that you had efficiently finished your work earlier, and that she was even going to pay the fee so you could get on your flight a day in advance, you almost hugged her. 

You had decided not to tell your husband so you could surprise your family.

As it was pretty early in the morning when you got back to Seoul, you resolved to get breakfast as well. A few blocks from your home, there was this bakery your daughter absolutely loved, so you got some sweet treats for your favorite people in the whole world.

An instant after opening the door, your mouth fell open. The mess of toys around the living room was a sight you have never had the pleasure of seeing. You knew your daughter to be pretty active when it came to her playing activities, but this was something different — it seemed like Seokmin had decided to put all of her toys in one place so she could easily grab them without whining for one of them. Honestly… you couldn’t blame him.

Trying to dodge as many objects as possible, especially those evil looking legos, you made your way towards the kitchen and prepared the table so breakfast looked homey and delicious. Needing a quick shower before anything else, you walked upstairs to your room, which was suspiciously empty, bed done and all. You shrugged, knowing your husband better than anyone else, he would be in one place and one place only.

Fresh out of the shower, you headed to Kimmy’s bedroom. And what you saw almost made you tear up.

Seokmin was a big man for that tiny crib, but yet he still had managed to pull the barrier down and sleep the night with his toddler clung to his arm, half of his body pretty much touching the floor.

Kimmy was the first one to move, and when you got closer and was able to see you, she sleepily sat up and made grabby hands at you, her pacifier still attached to her mouth.

“Hello my baby girl” you cooed at her, taking her from the crib and smelling her baby scent. “Oh, I missed you” you hugged her softly, and she placed her head on your shoulder.

The movement had finally woken your husband up, and the moment he saw you standing by his side, he almost fell to the floor. “What?!” he yelled, too loud for your liking.

“Surprise!” you giggled, feeling small as he engulfed you in a tight family hug.

“I was going mad without you” Seok kissed your forehead and you returned it, on his lips. “Please keep surprising me like this”

“I’ll work hard” you smiled, finally feeling complete.

¸.·✩·.¸¸.·¯⍣✩ mingyu ✩⍣¯·.¸¸.·✩·.¸ (part 1 here)

You parked your car on your driveway not expecting your family to be back home. You knew that Mingyu was busy shooting for Calvin Klein, and he had dropped Minha off with his sister. He usually took quite some time with those schedules, so when you saw him standing on the porch with your daughter in his arms, your eyes lit up.

“My babies!” you jumped out of the car seat, running to your family and hugging them with all the love you had been saving for them.

“Momma's back baby!” your husband kissed her cheek and after looking at you like you were the most precious woman in the world, he leaned in to kiss your lips.

“Yuck daddy!” Minha took both of your chins with her small hands and pushed you away from each other.

“But I missed mommy!” Mingyu pouted “I can kiss her because she is my wife”

“But she is my mommy!”

“Okay you two, there’s mommy for everyone” you giggled, taking your daughter from Mingyu’s arms and peppering her chubby cheeks with kisses “Did you have fun with auntie?”

“Yeah! She bought me a new Barbie doll!” and with that, she wiggled herself out of your hold to run inside and get her new acquisition. 

“Finally” Mingyu sighed, and with the biggest dorky smile, took you by the waist and kissed you properly. “Just like when we were dating” he murmured against your lips.

“We kiss like that all the time, dummy” you chuckled, embracing him back and caressing his lower back with your fingernails. 

“Not when missy is around” he pouted, taking a strand of hair out of your face. “She’s a jealous fellow”

You knew your daughter to be very protective of the relationship she had with your husband on the one hand, and with you on the other. She liked you being together, but when the attention was not on her, things got complicated.

“When should we tell Minnnie?” you looked up at him, and he instinctively placed a hand on your tummy. “It’s about to start showing”

Before answering anything else, Mingyu made sure your daughter was still out of sight and kneeled down to say hi to his unborn baby “Hi my angel, it’s daddy. Hope you treated mommy well these days” after kissing your belly over the fabric of your dress, he stood back up and brought you back to his hold. “Maybe next week? We could get her something and tell her that her new brother or sister sent it”

“You’re a smartass” 

“Apart from handsome, may I add”

Minhee crossed the door frame with a bunch of Barbie dolls and started playing with them in the front yard, totally ignoring her lovebird parents — another sign of how annoyed she was at not being the center of attention.   

“Missy’s haircut looks better now”

“See?” Gyu leaned back down and kissed your nose. “You were being too picky!”

“You took her to another hair salon, didn’t you?” When he let you go and headed towards your car to get your suitcase out, you had to laugh. “Don’t run away from me Kim Mingyu! I know you better than myself!”

¸„٭⊹✡•~⍣°”ˆ˜¨ minghao ¨˜ˆ”°⍣~•✡⊹٭„¸ (part 1 here)

You tried your best to look as airportfashionable as possible because you knew that Minghao always checked you out — and this time you wanted to earn the compliment. He could be too good to you sometimes. 

It was nothing out of your style though, but you made a little effort to choose the best one that could still be comfortable for an eight hour long flight.

As tired as you were, seeing your family waiting for you hand in hand gave you back the energy to run to them and hug them tightly. 

“Mommy!” Lian jumped up and down, embracing your legs and looking up to you. You failed to see the heart eyes she was giving you as you kissed your husband’s cheek. “I made you a drawing!” 

As soon as you kneeled down to her height, she proudly showed it to you. It was a crayon drawing of your little family — she was in between you and Hao, hand in hand, and on the sky there was a big rainbow with “My family” written in three languages — Mandarin, Korean and English. 

“That’s an incredible drawing, baby” you squished her cheeks and after kissing her forehead, you hugged her with all your might.

“Oh? Babe please stand up” you heard Hao tapping your shoulder. 

“Yessir” rapidly understanding why he had asked you to do that, you stood back up and twirled. “You like it?”

“And you tell me you don’t know how to dress yourself up?” he took you from the waist and shook his head, giving you a soft smile “You are too mean to you sometimes, love”

“I’m sorry but you outdo my efforts every time! I have to try a little harder to impress you” you shrugged, taking his cheeks with your hands and pecking his lips.  

“Let’s go home, huh?” Minghao giggled, taking your hand and grabbing your bag with the other. “Liannie, take mommy’s hand, it’s too crowded”

Your obedient daughter followed her father’s instructions, and you watched with delight as she skipped and sang with happiness. “Did you choose your outfit today?” you asked her, admiring her summer flowery dress matched with the flower laces on her hair. 

“I did, but daddy helped me with the hair!” 

“The hair too?” you opened your eyes to show your surprise, and when your husband’s cheeks tinted a soft shade of pink, you had to give a fake disappointed sigh “I leave for two days and my husband replaces me so easily”

“Don’t you dare!” he let go of the hold on your hand and tickled you on the side “No one replaces my wifey.”

٭⊹¤.•⨳•.☆✬ seungkwan ✬☆.•⨳•.¤⊹٭ (part 1 here)

Your home was unbelievably quiet for a Friday night. You knew Taehun liked to sleep early, so you assumed Seungkwan had joined him — by how hard single parenting had been for him, you couldn’t blame him for falling asleep as soon as his child did. 

You left your bags before tiptoeing your way into Taehun’s room, but you didn’t even have to reach the door when you heard father and son discussing very important business. 

“... to shower everyday?” your son’s voice was heard, a curious cutesy tone.

“Because,” your husband started “you don’t want to be smelly when you play with your friends”

“Or when mama arrives” 

Kwan let out a sigh and you had to hold your laugh. Taehun was really talking about you every second of the waking day.

“Mhm. She would be very upset if you hugged her all dirty”

“Would you be upset if I hugged you all dirty?”

“Of course I would. We are a clean family, Taehun-ah” 

“Will I ever have a brother?” The randomness of the questions were adorable and concerning at the same time, but coming from a Boo, it was nothing that could surprise you.

He had asked a couple of times before, especially after your sister had her second child, but you had tried to brush it off. Your and Seungkwan’s schedules were hard to deal with already on their own, and after Tae arrived to the world you had been juggling with work, family, and husband-wife time. However, you had never discussed it with Kwan, so before you interrupted their little moment, you had to hear his answer. 

“You know how hard it is for mama and I to be with you all the time, mhm?” he explained with that father tone you loved “Another baby is a biiiig responsibility. We have to find more time to care for him or her”

“But papa, I can help!” you had to put your hand on your mouth to silence your enamoured gasp. That kid was all you had ever wished for. 

“I know, baby” Kwan laughed, “If it were up to me, I would have ten kids with mommy”

“That’s a lot,” Taehun whined, not really liking the answer. “But mama is the best mommy.”

“I’m sorry, who’s the best?” you couldn’t handle it anymore, so as soon as you came in, two pairs of arms engulfed you in the most awaited hug.

“Mommy!”

“Hi honey” Seungkwan had a shine in his eyes that you had so much missed. Before taking Tae from the floor, he gave you a kiss and whispered his ultimate favorite words to tell you. “The love of my life”

The way he always had heart eyes for you melted your heart. “I love you” you answered, and turned to your son “Did you shower, little bean?”

“I smell fresh and clean just for you, mama!”

·.★·.·´¯·.·★ hansol ★·.·´¯·.·★.· (part 1 here)

Hansol had texted you the day before that he would be busy recording some content with the guys, and your father, the only other person who could have picked you up, was on holiday — so you had to go back home on your own. You quickly decided to head to the taxi area, too tired to wait for the bus. 

When you stepped out, a cold breeze hit you, and you hugged yourself to wait in the line of people. You were too concentrated on watching the taxis come and go, timing them so you could calculate how much you’d have to wait, that you didn’t notice when a man stood up from a nearby bench and positioned himself next to you, hiding his face behind a flower bouquet. 

You glared at him when you finally saw him, and not only after having lowered the flower arrangement down to his nose, did you realise who that was.

“What the hell” you chuckled, taking the bouquet from his hands and eagerly accepting the hug he engulfed you in.

“Welcome back honey” he giggled, picking you up from the floor in the process.

“Why did you lie?” you asked, and as soon as he released you from his tight grip you faced him. Oh, how much you had missed your husband’s face.

“Because,” he started, taking a strand of hair out of your face. “It’s been a while since I last gave you a surprise. Or bought you flowers”

“Is this because I finally gave in and bought you that keychain?” you raised an eyebrow. 

“It might” he teased, and after pressing a shy kiss to your lips, he sighed “Nah. It’s because I love you”

“Oh wow, I may have to leave you guys more often. You were calling me boring two days ago and now I get all this praise” your mouth curved into a smile. 

“I want to make sure you get the complete Hansol package” he nodded, taking your hand and your suitcase with the other, leading you back to the parking lot. “And Myeon is on a school trip to the museum, so I still have a few hours to provide you with the real full package” he wiggled his eyebrows. 

“I like the sound of that” you giggled, “You do deserve that keychain”

“Getting you as my gift is enough”

“Oh my God, my husband, the Last Romantic”

“Don’t forget that when I call you boring and send you even more boring selfies”

`✵•.¸,✵°✵.｡.✰ chan ✰.｡.✵°✵,¸.•✵´ (part 1 here)

Chan was a fast man, but that night he was three times faster than usual. You weren’t even able to pass the last security check when you noticed a man waving both of his hands to your direction, then picking up your son and having him wave at you as well. 

“You have a beautiful family, dear” the old woman that was waiting in line in front of you gave you a polite smile, and you gave her a small bow.

“Thank you ma’am, I really do” you smiled, feeling the anticipation of having both of your boys back in your arms after three days.

“Look! That’s eomma right there!” After getting all your stuff screened, you picked it from the moving platform and headed their way.

“Hello my beautiful boys!” you took Seojoon from your husband's arms and kissed his cheeks, your favorite activity as his mama. “How’s my little baby?”

“Eomma” and just like that, he started crying, clinging to you like a baby koala.

“I would cry too if I wasn’t a grown man” your husband shrugged, joining the hug and kissing your forehead multiple times. “How’s my baby?”

“Tired” you admitted, “but extremely happy to see you both”

“Let’s get you home then, we can order dinner and cuddle the rest of the night” Chan nodded, reassuring you. You smiled and tiptoed just a little to peck his lips.

“Thank you, appa”

Before finally getting started with your trip back home, your little personal koala had a hard time letting you go. “Baby, you need to sit in your chair.” you caressed the back of his head, looking at Chan with a desperate expression.

“Joonie, will you be okay if mommy sits next to you?”

“No!” he whined, hiding his face on your neck, avoiding his father’s gaze.

“Lovie” you sighed “It’s just a short ride. As soon as we get home, you will cuddle eomma and appa as much as you want”

“No! I want eomma now!”

“Okay” Chan moved to open the passenger seat’s door and took the one and only item that could make your son hesitate a little from the glove compartment. “Do you want your banana milk?”

The magic words worked with ease — he lifted his head and looked at his father like he held the universe in his hands. When he nodded, you quickly followed the plan. “If you let go of mommy and you sit in your chair, then you can have it” his slight nod was answer enough for you to hurry and proceed with solving the issue. 

“He really is the banana milk guy”

And as much as you hated that nickname, that night you couldn’t help but agree with your husband. You were raising a banana milk enthusiast.

hyung line here!

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[tea-potato-gt]

G/t Trope Bingo:

Borrower stories:

Captured/discovered while out borrowing

The dredded 🫙Jar🫙

Bean, the “no, it’s pronounced human BEING” conversation

borrower with artistic abilities

The “that’s not borrowing, that’s stealing” conversation

Befriends bean of the house

Hurt-Comfort

Drunk giant scene

Dealing with pets/animals

Borrowers named after objects, food, or plants.

Tails or animal ears

BL

Fairy stories:

Losing ability to fly due to getting wet

Magic affinities/powers

Wishing to be human

Collecting human things

Odd names based on plants/magical objects

Curse(s)

Dragonfly or butterfly wings

Merfolk G/t:

Human drowning and saved by giant fish person

Speak different languages/can’t understand eachother

Put in air sack or underwater cave

Tiny fish person kept in a tank

Collecting human treasures

Pirates

Saving an entire sinking ship

Fantasy:

Jack and the beanstalk retelling

Princess/prince is engaged to a giant/tiny from a neighboring kingdom

Magic, spells, curses

Character goes on a quest to slay a giant (fails lol)

Kidnapped by a well meaning giant

Found family

Dark Borrower Stories:

Entire species is discovered

Kept as Pets or exterminated or experimented on

Borrower found by kind hearted bean, who shows them not all giants are bad.

Rac!sm/spec!es!sm

Humans think borrowers are dumb and underestimate them

Size-shifter:

Triggered by emotions (Scared/sad = small) or (Angry/happy = big)

Accidentally growing infront of friends and freaking them out

Accidentally growing in a confined space (room/box) and busts out.

Tearing through clothes or shrinking out of them, resulting in needing to make special clothing that changes size with them.

Modern setting:

Dating app misshap (accidentally unknowingly matching with a giant or tiny)

Disastrous first date

Fear of giants

Recently integrated school/jobs

Adopted by giant or tiny

Using phone twice your size

K!dnapped by school bully

Aliens👽:

Travel to or from other worlds/dimensions

Abduction

Different languages

Science experiments

Giant trying to convince tiny they aren’t evil

Mixed-sized families stories:

“Big” sibling & “little” sibling

Stairs and ramps around the house for easy access and travel

Tiny kid has giant sized room/bed

Extra rooms that are small scale (bathrooms and kitchens)

Small scale furniture next to giant furniture

Adopted kids/married in step kids

Protective parents (either giant or tiny)

Being carried to school/work by giant parent/sibling

Kids not telling friends they live in a mixed family (embarrassed.?)

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Comment any other tropes to add! Also if anyone wants to make a bingo card 👀👀

I got recommendationsfor each G/t genre if y’all want any 👀 here’s some of my recs

[jadeylovesmarvelxo]

🎃 Spooky, Spooky Movies 👻

You're nursing a crush on Eddie but you're too shy to approach him. A shared love of spooky movies brings the two of you together.

❤️

You had been quietly nursing this little crush of yours for a while now, Eddie Munson was the object of your affections and your crush had only continued to grow the last month or so. Ever since school started again, you noticed Eddie more and more.

Not that he would notice you. Eddie seemed to have crushes on cheerleaders like Chrissy Cunningham, he wasn't interested in you at all.

If only you had the courage to join Hellfire Club or even something less terrifying like even saying hello to him once in a while. That could be a possibility.

You're pretty sure if you joined Hellfire you would just get all tongue tied around him. It was extremely annoying that he made you like this. If you were around people you knew then you were fine.

However being around the guy you were crushing on reduced you to mush. How you would love to make him laugh by saying something witty or just anything at all.

Secretly you watch Eddie while he's in his element, ranting about conformity, Miss O'Donnell and Jason Carver. His eyes are bright, a tiny smirk on his face as passionately begins talking about his new campaign in D&D.

After a few moments you pack away your things and head out of the cafeteria. You're not paying attention as you should and end up knocking into Eddie. Shit.

Flustered you apologise and Eddie flashes you and all dimpled smile as he gathers up your books for you.

Then his eyes trail down to your shirt and he points to it excitedly. "Jesus h Christ, that shirt is so fucking cool. I take it you're a big fan of spooky movies huh?"

You literally forgot you were wearing your favourite Evil Dead shirt today and smile up at Eddie. You were determined to at least hold a conversation with him and maybe your love of spooky movies was the key?

"Mmm, I think I've rented out every horror movie that Family Video has to offer" his eyes light up and he guides you to The Hellfire table, ignoring the rest of the members as he barked at Mike to make space for you.

The two of you spent most of lunch chatting about horror movies that you liked. When you mentioned you were planning to rent out Poltergeist and either Christine or Friday the 13th he was practically vibrating with excitement.

Then all of a sudden his usual confident demeanour vanishes and he looks suddenly shy, he tugs a piece of his hair across his face and peers at you nervously.

"Uh, I actually have Poltergeist rented out rented out ready, maybe you could come to mine and we could watch it?" Oh.

Was this like a date? No...it couldn't be right? You take a chance and ask him, completely expecting him to blow you off. "You mean like a date?"

He blushes but swiftly glares to silence the rest of Hellfire who begins to cat call and tease Eddie. The look immediately silences them and Eddie gestures for you to follow him out to the corridor. "Away from prying buttheads" he tells you and throws an irritated look at the Hellfire table.

Once you're alone he's a little shy again. "Yeah I mean like a date sweetheart" you're elated and stunned that this is actually happening and you accidentally blurt out something you've been wondering for weeks, maybe months.

"I thought you'd have a crush on Chrissy or the other cheerleaders" you admit and he scoffs.

"I mean Chrissy is sweet and all but no. Kinda got my world turned upside down by a beautiful, spooky movie loving lady" flustered but not wasting any more time, you beam and agree to the date.

"Yeah, I'd love to go on a date with you Eddie" he gawks then makes a show of clutching his heart and swooning, it makes you giggle and maybe fall a little bit more for him.

You didn't realise at the time that the date would be the start of something very special.

All because of your love for spooky movies.

Halloween 1987

Eddie is chatting to Steve as you browse through the horror selection in Family Video. You settle on The Thing, Nightmare on Elm street and Fright Night.

What you're most looking forward to is tomorrow when you and Eddie are going to the movies to see The Lost Boys. Both of you were excited for the film but you were anticipating it the most.

Vampires movies were a secret love of yours and this one looked so good. A perfect film to see before Halloween.

Once you've picked your selection you head up to the counter, Steve whistles as he eyes the titles.

"Ahh I see date night right? Munson's picks I guess?" Eddie snorts.

"My princess loves spooky movies I'll have you know Harrington" yeah you'd never get tired of hearing Eddie call you his princess.

Or for all the Halloween's together that were yet to come.

🎃🍁

[wimpywompythethird]

I really hate the idea of Valentino or the other V’s being redeemed. It makes far more sense for them to remain irredeemable because it would teach Charlie an essential lesson: not everyone can be saved and more importantly, not everyone wants to be. Some people genuinely enjoy being bad—Valentino, Velvette, and Vox are perfect examples. They thrive in their wickedness because it’s fun and empowering for them. For Charlie, whose entire philosophy revolves around the belief that “everyone can be redeemed,” facing people like them would force her to confront the harsh reality that her ideals have limits.

These characters are in Hell for a reason and even if their damnation was unfair, they’re still objectively awful beings in Hell. Valentino is a rapist, an abuser and a terrible boss. Vox is another manipulative, power-hungry boss who uses mind control to manipulate people and likely turns a blind eye to Valentino’s abuse of Angel Dust. Meanwhile, Velvette manufactures the date-rape drugs that Valentino uses on Angel and most likely manipulates the media to twist narratives, according to the leaks. They don’t need tragic backstories or trauma to justify their evil—they’re simply bad people by choice. And honestly, the “But they’re villains!” argument doesn’t really hold water here. Even Cannibal Town didn’t care about Charlie’s redemption plan until Alastor mentioned they could eat the angels. Sometimes, evil people just stay evil and that’s a reality that Charlie needs to face.

[sugawarassoulmate]

i love evil women idk

words: 285

cw: fem!reader, sub!oikawa, dubious consent, jealousy, toxic relationship, restraints, orgasm denial, misogynistic language, minors dni

"you're a fucking demon," he grunts, trying to fight against the restraints.

"it's your fault," you bite back, dropping your hips once more just to hear him squirm.

you were never the jealous type until you started dating oikawa. his fidelity was never a question but it was just the thought of some bitch thinking she even had the chance to get with him.

and of course, the charming bastard adored the attention but he mostly enjoyed how it possessive it made you.

"god, you really know how to piss me off, tooru," your hands were planted on his chest. knees bent as you fucked yourself on his cock.

oikawa, exhausted from a late practice, didn't notice when you cuffed his wrists and ankles to the bed frame and while he doesn't object to you being dominant, he was far too sensitive right now.

"these bitches just wanna say they fucked a celebrity, they don't care about you," oikawa groans when he feels your breath against the shell of his ear.

"i don't want them, princess. just you," he whines, wishing he could reach out to grab you. the pace you were going at nearly had him at his limit. he needed to cum right now.

but it wasn't about him.

"oh you wanna cum? ohhhh tooru wants to cum, yeah?" you tease, voice shrill as your hips start to slow, grinding on oikawa's aching cock.

"no, baby, please don't stop. i'm sorry," he begs. "just let me cum in you, it'll feel so good."

but instead of giving in, you push off of him, ignoring how he cries when he doesn't feel the warmth of your cunt anymore.

"not until i'm done with you."

©sugawarassoulmate 2024 all rights reserved - please do not repost/translate my work on other platforms!

[absolutelynotsanebaby]

Okay, so, I’ve been seeing this idea that Jay was completely out of character in Skybound and ngl been driving me a little insane so I figured I’d finally share my thoughts on the topic. See the thing is, Skybound is a very flawed season for reasons regarding misogyny and racism (<-- Nadakhan). It’s got redeeming features like any other seasons (I really like some of the concepts, nadakhan was a very genuinely intimidating villain, I like the pacing and action, the gis are literally so good) but of all its flaws, Jay’s BASELINE CHARACTER is not one of them.

Two of Skybound’s objectives are to A) pick at Ninjago’s earlier misogyny and B) pick at Jay’s flaws. Which I believe are insecurity, lack of impulse control, and not respecting boundaries like he should. Especially regarding Nya. The season goes out of its way to parallel Jay to Nadakhan (main season villain, man who feels very entitled to Nya’s body and person, amongst other things) and to Cliff Gordon (man who’s dating advice book said to literally lie to women). One of Jay’s earliest scenes is him asking if a kidnapped girl was hot, this decision and characterization didn’t come from nowhere! He’s obviously not evil or irredeemable because of those flaws either. There’s an entire scene where he defends Nya against outward, blatant misogyny and affirms she’s one of them. It’s one of the numerous scenes where Jay is shown behavior worse than his and I believe the motivation behind that is to teach him not to be like that, because he is a better person than that.

I understand the impulse to defend your favorite character but to entirely dismiss one of Jay’s defining seasons is just such a frustrating way to do it. Some people go out of their way to demonize or over-exaggerate his flaws, yeah, 100% but it’s not productive to overcorrect so harshly. Additionally, not everything about Jay’s characterization in Skybound is negative.

Skybound really hammers in some of Jay’s most heroic or positive traits. It’s especially clear during his “stay” on the Misfortune’s Keep. It proves that above all else Jay is extremely adaptable. It shows him withstanding Nadakhan’s mental games/torture because he grows to understand it, and in creative, smart ways figures out how to contact people, how to sew discourse into the crew, and nearly escape all on his own! Even off the ship, Skybound affirms that when put into the position with necessity, Jay can and will step up to leadership and do it well. All of this characterization is seen later in Prime empire if I’m remembering right, though I haven’t watched Prime Empire in a while.

But, back on track, to conclude while I get feeling frustrated I think dismissing a large portion of Jay’s early characterization and flaws in an effort to defend him doesn’t help, because it really takes away from other aspects of his character (that being everything I listed, and also his ability to change for the better) and all around makes him a less interesting character. I don’t hate Jay but I also don’t hate that he was or is flawed, it’s not an inherently horrible thing, narratively or otherwise.

[year2000electronics]

i think obsessive/selfish/misguided love or “harmful” love in general as an antithetical theme to gravity falls’ theme of love and family makes so much sense. if you think about it, a lot of the conflict in the show is born out of selfishness and obsessiveness and loving people as objects or means to an end. obviously, you have the big examples like gideon for mabel and giffany for soos, but every time both sets of the pines twins have butted heads, it’s usually been because of that too. just in like, a different way.

stan and mabel are both relying on dipper and ford to stay anchored to them forever to secure their happiness, and even though it’s a totally okay thought to have and dipper and ford weren’t in too much of a rush to consider their feelings, it’s a bandaid solution at best! dipper ends up NOT leaving because that’s the right thing for them but it’s not totally because the pines twins are a “set of two” who can’t be separated. it’s a decision they make mutually! mabel even says that she would be okay with dipper taking the apprenticeship, she just needed a minute to be frustrated!

and then of course you have stan and ford where stan leaving ford meant stan would lose his only friend, but even in their adult years, they clearly still love each other (ford and stan both apologizing profusely every time they land a devastating enough hit) but their selfish desire to have the other admit they’re the “villain”, to have a scapegoat to blame a whole series of factors on, overtakes them and buries that love. even as old men they’re still trying to get something out of the other before anything else (ford’s house and name, stan’s “thank you”). stan and ford want to love each other deep down so badly but this giant means to an end is in the way

you even see that sort of motif with characters like dipper and pacifica, where dipper’s crush on wendy almost always has negative results because, not only can it never be due to the age gap, but every time he tries to court her, it’s usually in the way a prize is to be won. he makes an itemized list of a process that is “guaranteed” to impress wendy, he literally brakes the laws of space time just so robbie won’t date her (as if one single snow cone is keeping him from his success), gets a job at the pool just so he can hang out with her, and jumps at the opportunity to prove robbie is evil. etc etc. and with pacifica it’s clear that her parents’ love is very transactional and conditional. if EVEN that.

so the fact that book of bill is setting up bill to be like a clingy ex to ford- more than that, it’s setting up ford to be the only human bill cares about THIS much! it feels like the ultimate way to tie bill to that theme of how love can harm as much as it can heal. like, he’s always been an obstacle to the pines’ happy ending, but this way, we see his reaction to love in his psyche play out, and you understand why he’s the opposite and obstacle to the pines. the stan twins hurt each other and it takes an entire show’s worth of growth for them to fix it. gideon hurt mabel but him letting dipper and the group into her bubble proves he’s willing to change. bill hurt ford and he throws a temper tantrum and denies everything, trying to use force to get things back to the way they were because in his own twisted way he really does love and care for ford. i’m sure even a traumatized millenia old dream demon could change but for now bill doesn’t! and that kinda makes him and ford’s relationship the perfect tie in to the themes in the show

[lostsolutions]

Provider

John Price x Reader

>1K Word Count

No real trigger warnings. No thoughts either. Just some self-indulgent John Price x High Functioning Autistic Wife!Reader.

John Price who, I fully believe, keeps a strictly routined home.

Not in the sense that every hour of every day is accounted for, but more so that there are expectations for how everything is kept. Expectations that even he is beholden to. A clean house is a healthy mind, and everything has a place, and if it breaks it will be fixed or replaced.

Specifically in the form of his oh so sweet wife who keeps house while he is away and still does when he is home. A darling delight when in public, and always the object of John’s every desire and frustration. The man may be a Captain, a weapon of Leadership who commands his men in the thinly veiled excuse of good vs. evil, but militant begets militant.

No one would believe him that he built his own personal salvation in tandem with the creation of purgatory, but that is exactly what has happened since the first time he met you. You thrive in acts of service, only needing praise and appreciation in turn, but the way your mind simultaneously runs miles a second and sticks in tar required- demanded- structure. Something that John was more than happy to give you in spades. A lovely, doughy thing he could shape without fear it would break under the pressure–

Your wires are sensitive, prone to getting crossed at the slightest provocation, but you’re so agreeably self-sufficient with the right guidance. You give John everything he could possibly need to set you to his liking without ever needing to be prompted. He still remembers the day you had read him the terms and services. It was maybe a year into dating, hadn’t even moved in together yet and he’d been half way around the world for most of it, that you had decided for the both of you that you were settled on letting him plant your roots in a plot of his choosing. A finicky rose that could bloom in the right conditions and there you stood listing each peculiarity and quirk for him like a guidebook for proper husbandry.

A nuanced guide that bites him the ass some days.

Days that he wants to wake you up by eating you out but today was not a day to try and stop you from waking up on your own. He miscalculates, tries to goad you awake and ply you with open mouthed kisses to your thighs, and ends up with a cross wife who grumbles and complains and kicks him away. 

A warm coffee, murmured apologies, and giving you space the rest of the morning means that he usually gets to bend you over the dining room table by lunch. 

Days that start where it’s obvious that you feel like your existence isn’t fitting into your body correctly and whatever project he had planned for the day has to be tabled because he’s home and not deployed for the episode. Which means the only plan now is helping you feel grounded until you’re done trying to burrow yourself into his ribcage.

The couch might need to be cleaned again, but John would let you crack open his sternum for a sense of stability and buy as many couches if it meant you’d ride him like that again as thanks.

The tricky ones revolve around food. You forget to eat, he knows that, and he can’t guide a meal into your hands when he’s in some desert or jungle black site. Hell, when he’s home he has to make the gamble when you’re cooking on if it’s food you’re making to eat or that particular thing is the only thing you’re willing to eat that day.

The latter earns you your space in the kitchen, and he’ll happily go busy himself elsewhere in the house since you’re not keen on interruptions or chatter when cooking.

The former means hands on hips, skirts being bunched up, and coercion to just order in, lovie mumbled into the juncture of your neck.

So he keeps the bills paid and your bank account flush for your hobbies and distractions and entertainment. In turn, you keep your shared home comfortable and full of life. Eager, so eager, to flit about the house while he’s home and carry the mental labor of maintaining it all. All John has to do when he’s home is allow you your independence and trust in the both of you being honest in your expectations of the other. It earns him a sweet, doting wife who only really chews his head off when he’s been careless. Most times.

John Price needs structure and routine lest the world start to make his skin crawl and his teeth itch. You need it in carefully balanced doses or else the world may swallow you whole.

And John considers that his job, thank you very much.

[cherish-if]

DEMO COMING SOON

HEARD ABOUT IT? The biggest entertainment company in South Korea is launching a survival show, it’s obvious whatever girlgroup gets out of the program is gonna be one of the biggest in the world.

But for now you’re just a girl. Well, a 23 year old girl. As girls in k-pop debut younger and younger, you feel the gap growing everyday. You’re getting older, for a trainee, and well… you’re not even a trainee anymore. The company you were in went under. Now you swear it to yourself: Get on this show, or it’s back to college, back to the good old normie life. Living far from from the spotlight, for whatever reason, you know you’d hate that, so you have no choice, do you?

Fight for your place in CHERISH, SJM Entertainment’s newest girlgroup. You’re against 15 others, will you shine even among all this talent?

Genderlocked female MC, in part because giving the choice to be a man would imply changing the gender of 16 characters in total. Also because of course I intend to explore the double standards of being a female artist in an industry as cut-throat as k-pop.

Four romance options, two fellow contestants, your stylist and a judge.

Shape your personality and image as you make choices. Will you fight to be in front of the group, or will you stay behind, accommodating others? What will you seem like, a cold bitch or an aegyo maniac?

Choose your strength and weaknesses between vocals, rapping, dancing and visuals. Pick the right choices, rely on your qualities, or the judges will JUDGE alright.

Try not to cause too many scandals, whether that’s by being mean to others, not working hard enough or being unlucky and falling victim to the network’s evil editing. Keyword here: try.

LEE DAON, 28, F/M ✧ They’ve got your fate in their hands, as a judge and mentor for Objective: CHERISH. Emotionally distant, mastered the art of suppressing their feelings. Used to be part of an extremely popular k-pop group, left after they sued their company for abuse. Will you be the one to break that mask of indifference they’ve made for themselves?

OH YEONWOO, 25, F/M ✧ With their perfect skin and their cat eyes, you’d think Yeonwoo is another contestant. Nope. They’re here to make you shine. Sensitive, good listener, kinda melodramatic sometimes. They’re a star in their own right, among industry stylists. SJM Entertainment has only hired the best, after all. May you crack their glittery shell, behind the scenes. First of all, you’ll have to prove you’re not one of these arrogant celebrities they’re so used to working with!

KIM YISEO, 24, F ✧ If Yiseo had to be described in a word, it’d be angry. Don’t even ask at who, what or why. The answer is everyone, everything, and none of your business. She wants to be an idol, it’s her lifelong dream, she’d kill for it. A lone wolf, the edge of her white teeth glistens under the spotlight.

HOSHI MOE, 21, F ✧ Ever since she was announced as a contestant, people have been guessing it, and they’re right: Though it’s not something she talks about, Moe used to be a vtuber. Controversies forced her to retire, following intense bullying. Used to date an older vtuber, which wasn’t taken well by her fans and his. Upbeat as always, she’s determined to forget her past and earn her new beginning in a whole new country.