#the other simply went no <3 when i asked it to please consider the fucking joystick

[alpinelogy]

entering my villain arc fr (none of the controller mods i tried work for me)

[eevees-hobbies]

ume devours pussy like he's been starved for days on end (he couldn't see you for a few days) and bonus points if you're actually a plaything for furin , so he'll do a pussy inspection first >-< - 💌 anon <3

Author’s Note: Hi, 💌 Anon! Welcome back 💕 I Just realized that I didn’t mention Sakura in this entire piece, and my heart hurts because of it, lol. Anyway, I’m snatching my bonus points thank you very much! I love the idea of being used by Bofurin; like sign me the fuck up! Trains go choo choo! Lastly, please don't clock me for the name of this little fic haha. I realized I don't have a banner with just Ume, and I was like, "might as well!"

Content Warning: Fem!Reader x Hajime Umemiya. You’re Bofurin’s girlfriend to be shared and loved by all, mention of sexual activities with others, fem! receiving oral, mentions of eating ass, but I spared you THIS time, some dirty talk, pubic hair mention, sorry to the two Nirei fuckers out there, I’m sure he eats pussy like a champ—Tis smut. Minors Don’t Interact. 

Word Count: 1.9K

Divider by Saradika. Banner by me

One qualification for a good leader is being unselfish, and Umemiya embodies that virtue perfectly. 

When he took on the role of leader of Bofurin, he knew that it would involve quite a bit of sharing that had the potential to test anyone’s patience. But as though it’s his calling—and it most definitely is—Umemiya willingly shares wisdom with those ready to receive it and, most importantly, shares his most limited resource: his time. He’s never had a problem giving away so much of himself for so little in return. 

It wasn’t until Bofurin had gotten back from winning an intense match-up with a rival group across town, and you all were celebrating on the rooftop with food and beer, that the obvious occurred to him. 

As he watched over the joyous faces of his crew, he found himself studying you, like he always does, as you interacted with Hiragi, whose eyes looked over your form hungrily after you placed a piece of Gyoza against his lips and the tip of your finger touched his tongue.

He watched when you went to speak to Kiryu, who pulled you into his lap playfully and planted a kiss on your cheek, his hands resting under the curve of your breasts. 

And he watched as you crossed the space to turn up the pop-punk music crooning from the stereo. Suo reached out to you unprompted and tucked a stray hair behind your ear, his hand lingering for a beat too long to be considered innocent. 

It became abundantly clear to Ume that he would be doing a massive disservice to his team if he didn’t share you, too.

You thought he was suggesting an open relationship when he approached you with the idea. Your thoughts were in flux immediately. Was he unhappy? Was there someone else? Your heart sunk into your stomach at the idea and the hurtful implications of such an arrangement, but Umemiya simply shook his head.

“I have no intention of offering myself to anyone but you.” 

Admittedly, your new role as the official Bofurin Girlfriend had you just as busy as Umemiya. You weren’t only a sexual toy for them. You were Nirei’s first date, Suo’s confidant, Tsubakino’s shopping buddy, and Kaji’s and Hiragi’s third wheel at metal shows. You felt so lucky to be surrounded by so much love—and dick. But all those excursions—and dick—kept you insanely booked, to the point that you had to develop a shared calendar with your boy toys to not overlap on dates!

So it’s not to anyone's surprise that there are days when you and Umemiya don’t cross paths. You exchange texts frequently, asking how the other is doing and sharing inside jokes with cute gifs and memes, but the absence hurts and leaves you aching for him. And maybe it was also Umemiya’s intention to busy you with the boys because he knew he couldn’t give you as much time as you deserved, but it didn’t hurt any less. 

But fret not; on rare occasions, your schedules align.

You can feel him before you see him, an overwhelming presence that makes the air dense and clotted with an insurmountable pressure. You look up to the door, and just as your intuition hinted, he strides into the room where you all commonly loiter as a group—members strewn across the worn-out couch and others talking amongst each other immediately straighten and hush. 

Umemiya’s well-kept hair is slightly messy, with a few strands dangling in front of his face, and his eyes are smoldering as they scan across the faces in the room, searching until they land on you.

As soon as your eyes meet, the air feels as though it’s coursing with electricity—sexual tension threatening to boil over and scorch anyone who gets in your path. It doesn’t take long for everyone to get the hint to vacate quickly, knowing that you two are set on a collision course that they wouldn’t be able to stop even if they wanted to.

“Ume," you start but are unable to finish as he crosses the room. His heavy steps are the only thing that prepares you as his lips crash onto yours. As he kisses you, hands placed on either side of your cheeks, he breathes you in. His chest expands against yours, and you’re reminded at that moment how much you’ve missed him—missed this. You both wonder silently, but somehow aloud with your bodies, how you could go so long without the other.

And when you’ve been apart for so long, you don’t have time for pleasantries. Ume is walking you backward until your ass is pushed against the back of the couch, which previously housed Bofurin members, the indentations of their bodies still fresh in the cushions.

He smiles at you—one that you recognize because it isn’t his usual giddy grin; instead, it’s a smile that conveys, “I can’t help what I’m about to do to you.” 

Ume gently grips your elbow and spins you around. As he bends you over, you’re now painfully aware of the feeling of a breeze as he hikes up your dress and his fingers pinch at the exposed flesh of your ass.

“No underwear?”

“Suo doesn’t like it when I wear panties. He says it’s a hassle.”

Umemiya hums to himself in response to this interesting tidbit. He kneels, placing two giant hands on your cheeks, and spreads you down the middle. If anyone else were in the room, they’d be able to see everything, from your juicy, wet cunt to your winking, puckered asshole, and the fact that Umemiya can see everything makes you gush.

“My pretty girl is already so wet,” Umemiya muses, eyeing your pretty hole as it drools for him. You blush, knowing he’s not referring to you but having a conversation with your pussy instead.  

“Have you been a good girl for the boys?” His mouth leaves hot kisses and gentle nips along the curve of your ass, tongue darting out and leaving a trail of saliva across the expanse of your smooth flesh. You stiffen, wondering if his tongue will dip into somewhere more lewd—and Ume considers it, but he’s on a mission with one goal in mind; he’ll devour your asshole another time. 

“Y-yeah, Ume. I’ve been a good girl for them.”

His finger traces your entrance, spreading your freely-flowing juices onto your cunt’s lips. His eyes take you in with pride as you clench around the air simply because his finger is so close to being inside of you. He smiles at the physical way you show how much you crave him.

“For who in particular?”

“My god, Ume! Always with the questions!” You squirm under his touch. You know he isn’t being an intentional tease, but the line of questioning still feels invasive. How do you tell your boyfriend that Hiragi’s cock was breaking you in by noon, and Kiryu had you sucking him off under the table while he tapped away at this phone screen only a couple of hours ago? 

“Why are you shy all of a sudden? Here, I can check.”

Your thighs quiver as he slides two fingers inside of you without warning. You attempt to adjust, but his probing fingers are sweeping so deeply inside of you that you have to dig your nails into the soft fabric of the couch to keep yourself from reaching back and grabbing his wrist. 

“Sugishita, huh? I can tell.”

Oh, yeah. Sugishita, too. 

You cringe as his fingers pass over your clit, making you hiss and recall that you woke up to a particular someone’s head buried between your legs.

“And Nirei, too? Did it feel good when he sucked on your clit? That’s his favorite thing, right? Sucking at your cute little clit until you cum down his throat.”

You huff and wiggle against his hand, growing restless from being exposed like this and against his eyes with no release. 

“Does his tongue feel better than mine?” There’s no jealousy in his tone—just curiosity and a hint of ego because he knows the answer before you can say it.

You give him a quick head shake and mouth the word “No,” earning a smirk. 

“Use your words, sweetheart.”

He’s teasing you, and not saying what he hears means the unfortunate consequence of not having his mouth on you. 

“Your tongue feels better than Nirei’s, Ume.”

“Good girl.” And without further comment, and to your delight, Ume places a kiss against the back of your mound, soft pubic hair tickling his lips.

You don’t like to compare sexual experiences; every Bofurin member brings their own “talents” to the bedroom, but Umemiya has to be your favorite. He touches you with such fondness and devotion that it sets you on fire. Your head falls forward, and your shoulders slump as his tongue makes gentle work of your clit, as if to apologize on behalf of Nirei for making you sore.

“Did you miss me, Ume?”

“More than you could ever imagine. It’s been so long since I’ve seen you—done this—that I was starting to get restless.”

Umemiya’s words ring true. He feasts upon you as though what you have between your thighs is the only meal that can satiate his immense hunger. The way he rubs his nose against your sex, chuckling as you whimper against him, “Needy girl. What am I going to do with you?”

Umemiya’s tongue splits you open, his tongue solid and firm as it explores your cunt, his hands are placed on either side of your ass, with his face flush against your skin to leave as little space between you as possible. 

The way his hot breath fills you up and the way he moans with every lick makes your head spin. Ume and pussy-eating are synonymous. Eating you out is like breathing in air for him, and the way he’s pushing you forward, your stomach digging into the back of the couch from the exertion, is a clear indicator that he’s just as into it as you are. 

“You taste like heaven, baby girl.” Soft, gentle praises float through the air as he laps at you. Between hungry slurps and moans, your legs begin to tremble. If you weren’t holding yourself up against the fortitude of the couch, you’d surely collapse against Umemiya’s face. 

“This isn’t too much for you, right, baby? I’m so hungry; let me have a little more of your pretty pussy.”

It doesn’t matter what you say; Umemiya is set on devouring you regardless of your ability to stand.

“Grind back on my face, sweet girl. I want you to fuck my tongue.” 

And as someone who isn’t in the business of disappointing her king, you use what little energy you have by pushing yourself off the couch and grinding your pussy on Ume’s outstretched tongue. 

He goads you on with each bounce, and in between the soft, wet, smacking sounds from the collision your ass makes with his face, you can barely make out what he’s chanting. 

As you look back at him, curving your midsection to get as best of a view as one can in a bent over, ass-up position, you’re met with the intense, unapologetic, “dare you to look away” gaze of Umemiya’s over the top of your cheeks. 

Direct eye contact during cunnilingus is an unsung hero, and Ume remains the champion. Your walls clench around his tongue, squeezing the muscle as your pussy juices cascade into his mouth and down his chin. 

And despite the way you quake around him, Ume lets you ride it out on his tongue before pulling away and unbuckling his pants.

“God, I’ve missed ya.”

[kiarastromboli]

𝕭𝖊𝖘𝖙 𝖊𝖓𝖊𝖒𝖎𝖊𝖘

𝘔𝘢𝘵𝘵 𝘚𝘵𝘶𝘯𝘪𝘰𝘭𝘰 𝘹 𝘺𝘯

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𝕸𝖆𝖘𝖙𝖊𝖗𝖑𝖎𝖘𝖙

𝔚𝔞𝔯𝔫𝔦𝔫𝔤: smut, unprotected sex (DON’T DO THAT), alcohol consumption, mention of dangerous driving choking, adrenaline, mean!Matt, rough sex.

𝔖𝔲𝔪𝔪𝔞𝔯𝔶: After a disappointing discovery in the middle of the night, y/n turns to her last resort to get home—her worst enemy, Matt. But things will take a different turn that night.

𝔑𝔬𝔱𝔢: Sorry if the ending isn't amazing; I didn't know how to finish it. It's been sitting in my drafts for weeks.

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Here I am at my ex's place, again.

As if the four previous betrayals weren't enough, I had to fall back into his arms, again.

It was 3 a.m. We had just come back from a random party, and when he went to shower, I couldn't help but snoop through his phone.

It wasn't new; trust clearly never existed in our relationship, and I was too drunk to stop myself from going further.

Unsurprisingly, while snooping through his phone, I saw that he had continued talking to the girl he had cheated on me with the week before.

I thought he had truly changed this time and that tonight we would be able to have fun in bed! What a fool I was.

Tears didn't even come this time; I was too accustomed to this situation. I simply got up, silently grabbed my things, and grabbed a cheap bottle of vodka from his bar. What? I needed it more than him, and anyway, he probably won't miss it given its price! Then I stumbled out.

"Oh my fucking god!" I sighed as I took a big gulp from the vodka bottle.

I grabbed my phone from my pocket to order an Uber, only to realize that at this hour, the prices were exorbitant.

"Fuck!" I groaned, tossing my head back before straightening up and fixing my hair.

My heels were killing my feet, and my dress was far too revealing for me to hitchhike or even consider walking home.

I went through my contacts and called all my friends, more or less close, who had their driver's licenses, hoping that one of them would be awake. Of course, none of them were.

I took a deep breath, trying not to lose patience and throw my phone on the ground. What the fuck am I supposed to do right now??

I took another gulp; this time, I almost fell to the ground because of the amount of alcohol in my blood.

In reality, I had one option left, one person I didn't want to call. Matt.

I don't even know how I have his number in my phone; this guy is clearly the last person I want to talk to.

I turned back towards my ex's apartment for a moment, sarcastically thinking maybe it's not so bad anyway. It wouldn't be the first time I went straight back to him after he cheated on me.

Then my eyes returned to my screen, where it said ‘Matt’ in my contacts. I owe it to myself to have a little more respect than that.

I sighed before dialing the number; maybe he was sleeping too, maybe he wouldn't even answer, and even if he did, he probably wouldn't want to come pick me up.

I let the phone ring for a few seconds before telling myself that this was all ridiculous and hanging up.

Oh well, anyway, in both situations, I was dissatisfied, so I might as well turn to something I'm used to!

I started walking back towards his apartment when my phone started ringing.

I didn't waste a second to answer, hoping it was one of my friends who had seen my call, but of course, it wasn't.

"Why the fuck are you calling at 3 am, y/n," I heard Matt's raspy voice say, with the muffled sound of music behind him.

"I need you to do me a favor," I said, rolling my eyes, and he started laughing.

"Yeah, sure, bye," he began to say before I cut him off.

"No, Matt! Please, I'm serious!" I said, desperate.

I heard him sigh as if annoyed, but he didn't say anything more.

"Come on, you know I wouldn't have asked you if I had any other option, please," I added, biting my lip.

"It must be something really important for you to beg me like this," he said in a provocative tone, what an asshole.

"I'm not begging you, asshole," I said, getting annoyed. The insult came out on its own, and I can't even blame it on the alcohol because I really wanted to say it.

"Insult me one more time and I'll hang up. You're lucky I even had the decency to call you back," he said condescendingly.

I sighed, gosh, why did I call him?

"What do you want?" he added.

"I need you to come pick me up," I started to say before he burst into laughter.

"I'm busy right now, y/n, I'm not your damn taxi. Aren't you old enough to call an Uber?" he said.

"Do you see the time? It's way too expensive right now!" I complained.

"Well, that's not my problem, so figure it out!" he said, and I could hear the smirk in his voice. It must have pleased him to know I was in this situation.

"Matt, come on!" I said, grumbling.

"And what do I get out of it?" he replied.

"I don't know, whatever you want, I just want to go home!" I told him.

"God, you're really annoying, y/n," he said, sighing, and I smiled, understanding what that meant. "Where are you?"

"At Ben's," I replied.

"Y/n, are you fucking kidding me? He lives on the other side of town!" he said, getting annoyed.

"You're a fucking liar, Matt, you live barely 15 minutes from here!" I said, furrowing my brows.

"I told you I'm busy, I'm at a party. You're making me go out of my way to take you home!" he said, still angry.

"You know what, Matt? Go fuck yourself if you're going to leave a completely drunk girl in the street in the middle of the night," I snapped, furious, before hanging up. What a fucking asshole! I hate him so much!

I kicked a rock lying there, feeling anger bubbling up even more.

I brought the bottle to my lips again, this time taking three big swallows. If I had to go back to Ben's, I'd need a lot more alcohol than this.

I was about to start walking back to my ex's apartment when I felt my phone vibrate again. It was Matt, again.

"Matt—" I started to say before being cut off by his voice.

"Don't move from where you are, I'm coming," he said, sternly, before hanging up.

"I—" I started to say before realizing he had hung up, then I sighed.

Ultimately, I didn't even know if it was a good thing or a bad thing.

I stumbled over to the bench across the street and sat down.

"What did I do to deserve this?" I sighed, looking up at the sky before taking another drink.

At this point, I'd even prefer to go into an alcohol-induced coma! It might sound exaggerated to you, but believe me, it's not!

As far back as I can remember, the relationship I had with Matt was contentious.

It all started in high school when I met Nick, who quickly became a close friend of mine. Then I met Chris and Matt, his brothers.

At first, everything seemed fine until Matt decided to start hating me overnight for no reason.

Anyway, since then, he became cold and distant, which really hurt me, especially since at that time, I had a crush on him. So, I quickly started to dislike him, and since then, nothing has changed; we've remained ‘best enemies.’

After waiting for about 30 minutes, I saw Matt arrive in his car and park right in front of me.

"I thought you were on the other side of town?" I said without moving from where I was.

"I hurried; I wasn't going to leave a drunk girl alone on the street," he replied, referencing what I had told him earlier.

"Mmhm, feeling guilty, huh?" I said with a smirk.

"Shut the fuck up and get in the damn car, y/n," he said, getting annoyed.

"Fuck you," I said, squinting.

Let's just say the amount of alcohol I had consumed in the meantime hadn't made me any nicer.

"Okay, that's enough; figure it out yourself, y/n," he said, starting the car again.

"No! Okay, I'm kidding! God, you take everything too seriously!" I said, chuckling, and quickly got up to reach his car.

Once I reached the door, I tried to open it, but it was locked. "Matt, open up."

"Ask me nicely, and we'll see," he said.

"Don't be a pain; just unlock the door for me!" I said, continuing to try to open it.

He didn't say anything and simply crossed his arms, looking at me, waiting for my response.

I sighed before saying what he wanted to hear, "Please, Matt, open the door for me."

"See, wasn't that hard," he said with a smirk before unlocking the car.

I opened the door and got in.

"Nice accessory," he said judgmentally, referring to my half-empty bottle.

I just gave him a dark look.

"So, what is it this time? Wait, let me guess, he cheated on you again, right?" he said amused.

"Go fuck yourself, Matt," I said, crossing my arms and looking outside.

"It was with who this time, one of your friends again?" he said, chuckling, and I didn't respond.

"No, it's his neighbor, isn't it? He slept with his neighbor? What’s her name again?" he said with that damn smirk.

"Can you please start your fucking car? We're not going to stay here all night, damn it!" I snapped.

"Hmm," he simply hummed, starting the car. "Anyway, I'll end up finding out because you always end up crying in Nick's arms," he said, shrugging.

After that, I didn't want to open my mouth again; he had already annoyed me enough. I just kept my gaze out the window in silence, hoping the journey would pass quickly. And indeed, it was going to pass quickly considering the speed at which he was driving.

"Matt!" I said, gripping the handle of my door when he took a very tight turn at a dangerous speed.

He didn't respond. "You're drunk," I said, looking at him.

"I'm not," he replied without looking at me.

"Yes, you are," I said, frowning.

He didn't respond, so I continued, "You always drive like this when you're drunk."

"Y/n, I told you I was at a party. Yes, I had a drink or two; otherwise, I would never have agreed to come pick you up," he said, scoffing.

"That's bad," I said.

"What, because you're sober right now?" he said, laughing, looking at the bottle on my lap.

"But I'm not driving," I said, raising my voice.

"Can't you be a little grateful for once in your fucking life, y/n," he said, hitting his steering wheel.

I flinched when he did that and stayed speechless, looking at him.

"It's not like you had any other options, did you?" he said, looking at me sharply, then accelerating.

"Matt, you should keep your eyes on the road!" I said, starting to panic.

But for some reason, maybe it was the alcohol, but I couldn't help but find it exciting, this mix of adrenaline and anger. It was like a Molotov cocktail with alcohol added.

"Why, what's wrong?" he said, maintaining his speed, and I looked at him, not knowing what to say.

"Are you scared?" he said, smiling.

"Matt!" I yelled as we narrowly missed a car while passing it.

"Does it scare you?" he continued.

I felt the tears welling up; I was lost, I was scared, but I liked it.

"Answer me, y/n!" he said, accelerating even more, the situation becoming more than dangerous.

"Yes!" I screamed, closing my eyes. "Yes, I'm scared!" I said, feeling a tear run down before opening my eyes again.

"But you love it, look at you, you can't help but watch," he said amusedly.

His eyes slid over my thighs, which were pressed together, and it made him smile.

"You really like this, don't you?" he said, slowing down when we arrived in front of my house.

The adrenaline still hadn't subsided; it was too much for me. I broke down in tears before opening the door and quickly getting out of the car; I felt like I was suffocating.

He stayed in his car for a moment, seeming hesitant, but he eventually turned off the engine and got out.

I immediately started walking towards my house, and he followed me, shouting, "y/n! y/n, stop!"

I didn't listen to him and hurried to grab my keys. "y/n, I'm sorry! Please!" he said, running towards me.

I opened the door, and he reached my side at that moment. "y/n, come on—"

I turned around, and without thinking, I kissed him.

I had been dying to do it.

And even though it killed me to admit it, I had been dying to do it for so long.

He didn't disconnect our lips; on the contrary, he deepened our kiss, leading us into the house backward.

Our tongues battled for dominance for a long moment, our teeth clashing. Without paying attention, my back collided with the wall of my living room, causing me to groan in pain, which allowed him to win our dominance battle and slip his tongue into my mouth.

I quickly forgot the pain when he grabbed my throat with his hand and pressed the lower part of his body against mine.

His lips left mine to place open-mouthed kisses on my jawline while applying pressure on my neck to keep me pinned against the wall.

"I knew you'd like that. I wonder how wet you are right now," he whispered in my ear, making me sigh with pleasure.

It would have been weird if I weren't drunk, I mean, I’m making out in my living room with the guy I like the least on earth, and honestly, it seems even more exciting this way.

"Ouch, fuck!" I moaned when he dug his teeth into my neck to leave his mark.

He reconnected our lips in an even more ravenous kiss after that, and I rushed to remove his clothes, starting with his top.

I slid my hands down his stomach to his belt to remove it. I was about to take off his pants too, but I was caught off guard and distracted when he slid his hand between my legs to feel the wet spot on my panties.

"So fucking wet, I knew it," he said with a smile before starting to massage my clit through my panties.

I moaned and dropped my head against his chest when he slid his hand under my panties to make direct contact with my pussy, making me shiver and grab his arm for support.

He wasted no time inserting two fingers into me and massaging my clit with his thumb.

"Fuck," I whimpered against his chest at all this sudden stimulation.

"Look me in the eyes, y/n," he ordered, but I was so lost in my pleasure that I didn't respond.

He increased the pace and grabbed me by the throat with his free hand this time. "I told you to look me in the eyes when I fuck you with my finger, y/n," he said firmly, and I moaned at the force with which he squeezed my neck and the speed at which his other hand moved between my legs.

"Mmph," I whined, struggling to keep my eyes open, and he seemed to love it judging by the smirk on his lips.

"You're such a slut for letting me do all this to you when you claim to hate me every day," he said, pressing against my ear to degrade me, and it only turned me on even more.

My legs started to weaken, and I felt my orgasm approaching. Without meaning to, I clenched my legs around his hand.

"Keep your fucking legs open, slut," he ordered, tightening his grip around my throat.

"Matt, I'm going to come," I told him, my face contorted with intense pleasure.

"No, you're not," he said, removing his fingers from me and releasing his hold on my throat, causing me to almost fall forward and moan at the lack of stimulation.

I looked at him confused, and he knelt in front of me, slowly removing my panties without breaking eye contact.

He then began kissing the bottom of my thigh, slowly and gently moving up towards my pussy. "I want you to come on my face," he said before burying his head between my legs under my dress.

I gasped in surprise as he did so, gripping onto his hair before letting my head fall back against the wall behind me.

He circled my clit with his lips and immediately started sucking, causing me to cry out in pleasure. I was already extremely close to the edge, but I've always been very sensitive.

"Oh my god," I whispered, placing my hand over my mouth when I realized how loud I was moaning.

And it seemed to amuse him because I felt him chuckle between my legs.

He shook his head between my legs, teasing my sensitive clit with his tongue. Just the sight of his head like that under my dress was enough to push me over the edge.

"Fuck, I'm going to come, Matt, I—oh god," I moaned again, and he slightly lifted my dress to watch me. That was the last straw for me; when I saw his piercing blue eyes, I immediately came on his face, letting out a string of curses and moans.

He then straightened up, and I threw myself at him to kiss him.

He took a step forward, slamming me violently back against the wall, and it would be a lie to say that I didn't love it.

This time, uninterrupted, I ran my hand over his pants to feel him through his jeans.

And he intensified our kiss as I started unbuttoning his jeans and lowering the zipper.

Then I separated our lips, and he looked at me confused.

I looked at him, biting my lip, and began to kneel down, but before my knees could reach the floor, he suddenly grabbed my throat, making me gasp in surprise. "Matt—" I struggled to say because he was squeezing so tightly that I couldn't breathe.

"I can't wait, y/n. I want to feel you around me now," he said, releasing my throat, and I took a breath.

"Do you have a condom?" he asked, moaning as I continued to feel him through his pants.

"No, but... I want it inside..." I said timidly, and he widened his eyes.

"Please, I—" I started to say before he grabbed me by the hips and turned me against the wall, making me sigh in surprise.

"You're going to make me come before you even touch me if you keep that up, baby," he said in my ear, starting to unzip my dress from behind, but it got caught in the seam.

He didn't seem to have much patience because right after that, he ripped my dress off my body, tearing it, and I sighed in surprise at the force of his action.

"Matt!" I said, still facing away from him but turning my head toward him, and I saw him smile.

"Oh, it's okay, darling, I'll buy you another one," he said, slapping my ass and leaving a kiss on my shoulder as he removed his pants and boxers.

He trailed his lips up to my neck, leaving hot kisses, all the while taking his member and rubbing it against my entrance, causing me to let out small moans.

"I'm going to fuck you so well that I promise to make you forget about your ex," he whispered as he gradually inserted his member into me.

My jaw dropped, and my brows immediately furrowed at the burning sensation; he was much larger than Ben, without a doubt. "Ngh—Matt," I moaned when he hit the depth.

"That's right, say my name, get used to screaming it because this definitely won't be the last time I fuck this pretty pussy," he said, groaning in turn before starting to move inside me.

He gripped my hips with his hands, digging his fingers into my skin, and when he began to pick up the pace, I arched even more, hungry to feel him even deeper inside me than he already was.

"Fuck, I knew your pussy would be perfect for me," he said, slapping my ass before thrusting a bit harder.

"God, Matt—Oh—" I cried out as he started hitting that sensitive spot inside me, making me see stars.

He chuckled at my moans before grabbing my hair to pull it and turn my head so I could look at him.

"You look so pretty just like that, all for me," he whispered before kissing me and wrapping his arms around my waist to hold me in place and go even faster.

Our kiss was really messy because he was fucking me so well that I struggled to concentrate and not moan.

"Fuck, I need to see your face!" he said, separating our lips and pulling out abruptly, making me moan at the lack of contact.

Before I could react or understand what was happening, he turned me to face him again before placing his hands behind my thighs to lift me up and insert his cock into me again, and I moaned at the new angle.

"I've never tried this position before; let's see how long we can hold it like this," he said, chuckling before resting my back against the wall behind me.

I chuckled too before wrapping my legs around his hips, and he resumed his pelvic movements, making me roll my eyes and let my head fall back, driven by my pleasure.

He took the opportunity to bury his head in my neck and kiss me, so I lost my hands in his hair, playing with it and pulling on it.

"You smell so fucking good," he whispered against the skin of my neck, and I moaned.

"Matt," I said in a high-pitched moan, and he looked up at me.

"Mh?" he said, continuing to abuse my pussy with his deep thrusts.

"MmmMmmh-" I hummed with my eyes closed, unable to form a coherent sentence due to the overwhelming pleasure engulfing me.

He licked his lips, chuckling, "I'm fucking you dumb, huh?" he said proudly, and I didn't respond, so he started thrusting harder and more brutally.

I opened my eyes, feeling my orgasm approaching, and lowered my head towards him, grabbing his face with both hands. My mouth was open, emitting only sinful moans.

His eyes locked with mine, and he realized what was happening, so he increased the pace even more.

"Matt!" I screamed louder than before.

"Come! I know you want to come for me, y/n!" he said breathlessly. I could feel him twitching inside me; he wasn't far behind.

"F-fuck! Mphh Matt-" I moaned before tightening my pussy around his cock and climaxing, dropping my head forward.

He grabbed my face with one hand to kiss me before he also climaxed after a few more thrusts.

He then rested his head on my shoulder without letting go of the back of my thighs, and I wrapped my arms around his neck.

We were both out of breath.

He gently let my feet touch the ground, and I kept my arms around his neck to support myself.

"Bath?" I asked him, smiling.

"Only if there's a second round," he said, chuckling before kissing me.

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[zeroosthings]

Drunk Reunion ☆

genre : reunion au (??), old friends to lovers, smut, slow burn, fluff, a little angsty?

paring : tipsy!yunho x tipsy!fem!reader

Word count : 6k

synopsis : you and yunho were good friends in high school. admittedly, there was a lot of chemistry between you two...but you both drifted apart once you graduated. one day, he just to happens to see you at a nightclub. the both of you now in your early twenties, and of course..he decided to approach you.

Warnings! : mentions of alcohol consumption, unprotected sex (WRAP IT UP PLEASE…), overstimulation if u squint, dirty sex, oral [f/m reviving], fingering [f receiving], A LOT of dirty talk, grinding/dry humping, sloppy kisses, dom/sub dynamics, pet names (baby, good girl, princess.), praise kink, tipsy sex but neither of them regret it.

18+ ff, read at ur own discretion.

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- “Thanks.” you mouthed to the bartender over the blaring music as she slid you your 2nd drink of the night. you slid her a few bills in return, giving her a bit extra as a tip. You found a random open seat at the bar and plopped down on it, staring at your margarita for a moment, almost in an analytical way before going to take a sip, sighing at the refreshing taste. You bopped your head to the music, ignoring the thought of how much your ears would be ringing later.

You continued to take small sips of the now slightly watered down margarita. Only once it was about half full, you felt a sudden rush of energy. You abruptly stood up, moving to the dance floor. You remember a girl who had a good vibe earlier, and chose to search for her…and with your luck, you found her. Though, you couldn’t remember her name..or..did she even tell you it??

“Hey! your the girl from earlier, right? where’ve you been? you like disappeared from the dance floor!”

The girl ask first, her large curls bouncing around as she dances to the music. Her tan skin glowing nicely under the neon lights of the club. “Oh, i went to go grab a drink! you get it.” You responded, speaking in her ear in attempts to be heard over the music. She simply nodded with a smirk and scrunched nose, a silent "I get it girl."

You and her continued talking as you danced to the music, occasionally grinding on each other in your tight dresses, along with hyping each other up, all in good fun of course. By now your margarita was empty, so you both agreed to push through the other sweaty people on the dance floor. eyes set on the bar as you finally squeezed past the last person, letting out a long sigh of relief.

“Hiii again!~ can we get one strawberry mezcal, aaaaannnnddd?…” The girl (whose name you discovered was Tiana.) trailed off, looking at you considering she didn’t know your order. “One frozen strawberry margarita.” You added, the bartender simply nodding before moving to make your drinks. The two of you waited as you both sat at the bar. Exchanging numbers in the midst of conversation.

<3~

You and Tiana were giggling over some goofy topic, when you felt someone tap your shoulder. You turned your head to find a charming, yet familiar looking guy. “Hello?..” You ask, a bit wary since you weren’t sure if you knew this dude. Tiana simply watched, keeping an eye on him as well.

“Hey, it’s been a while.” The guy speaks, his deep voice just barley audible over the music and ringing of your ears. You look a him a bit confused. “I..know you?” You asked, tilting your head as you analyzed him..he kinda looked like a douche.

“Woow…you forgot me already?” he chuckled, the glass of whiskey in his hand swirling a bit. Though he frowned a bit once he realized you weren’t joking.

“Jeong Yunho..? i was kind of your best friend all throughout high school?” He asked, his face a bit worried that you truly had forgotten him. Your eyes immediately lit up, you hadn’t seen him since graduation! He changed..a LOT. “no fucking way…is that really you?!?” You ask, eyes wide as you analyzed him..he was already handsome in his high school years..so seeing him now, more mature..it was a bit attractive honestly.

Tiana abruptly stood up, “I’ll excuse myself, there’s a hot guy sulking in a corner and i plan to make his night.” She stated. “And maybe you can make his,” she whispered in your ear, smirking as she slyly walked away, mouthing the words “Text me.” you sighed before looking back at him, taking a sip of your drink. “So..how’ve you been?” You ask, your gaze meeting his. Yunho shrugged, a small pout on his lips. “I’ve been alright, managed to get into that college i applied for after graduation…and i’ve been studying criminology and law since. You?” He replied, taking a sip of his whiskey as he leaned on the bar beside you.

You thought for a moment. “I’ve been good. I ended up majoring in fashion design…minor in business.” You responded. He could tell your tone was off, like you weren’t focused. “Are you tipsy? or just bored?” Yunho asked you, his deep voice immediately snatching you from your thoughts. “I’m admittedly a bit tipsy, but..i’m not bored at all. I’m just shocked I ran into you..your so, different.” You spoke, your eyes flashing with curiosity.

“Is that a good thing?..or?. . .” He ask, a bit worried at your unreadable expression. “No, no, trust me..it’s a good thing.” You assured him, a smile smile on your lips. Yunho went to reply when the song suddenly changed, his eyes immediately darting to the dance floor, then back at you. “I’m glad..but hey, you wanna dance?” He offered as he held his hand out, a smirk playing on his lips.

You thought for a moment before shrugging. “Hell, why not. My dance partner left me anyways.” You chuckled as you nodded towards Tiana flirting with some guy. You placed your hand in his as he took it, leading you onto the dance floor. The two of you talked about random things, mostly what’s been happening since you drifted apart. The more you two spoke, the closer you both got..physically and friendship wise. . .

Before you knew it, your drinks were empty and yunho was behind you, your back to his chest and his large hand on your waist as the two of you moved and swayed with the music. To sum it up, you were pretty much grinding on him. “You’ve definitely changed quite a bit yourself..” Yunho’s deep voice echoed in your ear, not bothering to shout over the music. You smiled a bit, “what’d you expect? for me to stay all nerdy 24/7?” You chuckled, your cheeks just a small shade of pink. You tried your best to ignore the feeling between your legs as your eyes looked up to meet yunho’s, but you swore you could feel a tent in his pants.

“D’know..i thought it was hot.” He chuckled, words just falling off his tongue at this point..but it was all the truth. His gaze was locked into yours, you couldn’t bring yourself to look away. You were a bit taken aback “Really?..never thought you’d be into that..” You replied, a small smile on your face as yunho pulled you closer ever so slightly.

“Well..you thought wrong.” He chuckled. His hand was still resting on your waist, though his body moved more in sync with yours now. The now more obvious tent in his pants rubbing against the fabric of your dress, though you chose not to mention it..even though you knew damn well both of you felt it. Suddenly, Yunho spoke up. “Hey..what’d ya say we head to my place? my ears are ringing like hell..” He offered you. Before you could even think of what you were saying, you agreed. “Sure, i’m down.”

<3 ~

“I’ll call an uber, that cool?” He asked as you two walked out the club, in which you simply nod in response, ignoring the ringing in your ears and the slight tremble in your legs at the thought of going to his house. He was just an old friend. . . nothing crazy would happen. Or at least that’s what you thought.

The two of you continued small conversations, most of it consisting of “Huh?” considering the ringing in your ears overpowered your voices. Eventually you heard a man shout from a black car “Uber for Yunho!” The both of you turning your heads before yunho raised his hand and began walking towards the car, expecting you to follow.

“You first,” Yunho insisted as he opened the door for you, waiting for you to sit down before he joined you, closing the door and reciting his address to the uber driver. The sounds of the road overtook the silence in the car, the two of you in comfortable silence. Though you couldn’t help but wonder if the tension you felt was just you, or if he could sense it himself.

Suddenly the car came to a halt, parked infront of a well kept apartment building. “We’re here, cmon.” Yunho spoke, opening the door on his side, holding it open as you awkwardly shuffled towards his side to exit the car as well. Huffing as you stood up. “You ready? cmon.” He spoke, closing the door of the car as the uber driver drove off. The two of you beginning to make way into his apartment building.

As you both reached his door, he fumbled with his keys for a moment before unlocking the door. He awkwardly huffed a laugh as he looked back at you, opening the door and allowing you in. His apartment was well furnished, it looked very cozy. “Make yourself comfortable, do you want anything else to drink..or?..” He asked, shutting the door and locking it.

“I’ll be fine..im already tipsy.” You murmured, blinking a few times before sitting on his couch. The whole apartment smelled like his cologne, it was nice..and weirdly attractive. It felt like he was all around you. You heard him shuffling around in the kitchen. Curious, you turned around to find him pouring himself half a glass of what you assumed to be whiskey. “Can you handle your liquor? your ears are red enough, no?” You asked, hinting at his now pink shaded ears.

“I’ll be alright, it’s only half a glass.” He insisted, taking a sip as he walked over towards you. The sleeves of his blue button up rolled to his elbows as he sat beside you on the couch. Yunho sighed for a moment before looking at you, he seemed to be thinking. “What’s up with you? developed a staring problem?” You asked with a chuckle. A small smile formed on his face, and hell did he look handsome. Though you pushed that thought aside.

“Nah..just thinking.” He responded, his voice a bit raspy. You would be lying if you said it didn’t send a small shiver down your spine. “Thinking about what?” You spoke, playing into the conversation with a small grin. “You want the truth? or bullshit?” He asked, taking a sip of whiskey. “The truth, obviously.” You spoke, your eyes narrowing playfully at him.

“Well..” He started, putting his glass of whiskey on the coffee table about a foot infront of you two. “If your so sure, then i’ll tell you.” He spoke, giving a suspenseful pause as he stared at you. His dark eyes roamed yours, occasionally flickering to your lips. “So?..what’s on your mind?” You ask, the suspense making you curious. He sighed, leaning over so his elbows rested on his knees, one hand clasped over the other as he opened his mouth to speak.

“You.” He stated simply, which took you by surprise. “What do you mean ‘me?’..I need context Yunho.” You spoke, your head tilting in confusion. You couldn’t help but squeeze your thighs together just a bit at the sight of him. He was hot, you couldn’t deny that. You just hoped he hadn’t become some sort of douche.

“Don’t play dumb, i know your smart.” He spoke, his gaze locked on you. “What i mean is, im thinking about you. Everything, about you. From the past, and now.” He spoke, sitting up right. “How much you’ve changed..how much you’ve stayed the same..” His voice got deeper with every word, his tone becoming a bit more..flirty. You felt a goosebumps spread on your skin as he got closer, a small tingle spreading throughout your body..you couldn’t find the words to speak.

“How pretty you are in that dress..” He whispered, his hand now on your waist. He was slowly inching closer. “God, you’re so pretty..” He breathed as his eyes roamed over your body, his hand slowly running up and down your sides. “Yunho..are you drunk?” You asked, your voice quiet. The way he was slowly leaning you back onto the couch made you feel..small.

“Just a bit tipsy..but I promise, i’ve never been more sure of my actions than I am right now.” He whispered, his face just inches from yours. His free hand moved to your middle back to keep you from moving away from him. You went to open your mouth to speak, but no words came out. He leaned in just a bit more, his head tilting as his eyes met yours, you could practically feel the heat radiating off him.

“Can I kiss you?..please?” He asked, which caught you by surprise..he truly is just as respectful as he used to be. Some small part of you couldn’t help but urge you to nod. “Hell yea.” You murmured. Without a second thought he leaned in, his lips landing softly on yours. The kiss was slow, almost like he was teasing. His hand roamed your hips and waist, the other coming up to the side of your face. The pad of his thumb brushing against your bottom lip, a silent request to open your mouth. In which you happily obliged, his tongue moving to meet yours. As he explored your mouth, the taste of your sweet margarita mixed with the bitterness of his whiskey, creating an intoxicating taste that neither of you could get enough of.

“Fuck..you’ve got no clue how long I’ve waited for this..” Yunho muttered between the now sloppy kiss, which didn’t miss you at all..but that’s something you’d ask about later. Right now, you were practically melting in his hands as they roamed you, lightly squeezing your thighs every once in a while. After what felt like forever, you two pulled away. His forehead resting on yours as a string of saliva kept you two connected, both of you taking deep breaths.

“Fuck it.” Yunho spoke, taking your hand and standing up.

<3~

Next thing you knew, he was pinning you down to his bed, his lips latched onto yours as his hands squeezed and roamed your thighs. Your kisses were sloppy and messy, tongues and teeth clashing with one another. You softly sighed into the kiss at his touch, a small smirk on his lips. He slowly pulls away, his gaze locked on yours.

“If you feel uncomfortable, tell me to stop, alright?” He spoke sternly, waiting for a response, his breath fanning over his neck. “I will..i promise.” You whispered, Yunho hummed in acknowledgment before moving to place sloppy open mouthed kisses on your neck. His tongue grazing your skin every once in a while. You quickly discovered that Yunho was one hell of a tease.

“Shit…” you murmured, Yunho having the time of his life kissing and licking at your neck, with the occasional bite or suck. You already had 1 or 2 hickeys forming on your collarbones and neck. Yunho nipped at a certain part on the side of your neck, causing you to gasp. A small whine leaving your lips in the process. Yunho snickered in response. “Feels good?” He asked softly, continuing to kiss and suck on the small spot. “Fuck, yea..” You sighed, one of your hands toying with his hair.

He let out a low chuckle. He continued to tease that small spot until a hickey bloomed, placing a small kiss on it as he admired the newly made bruise. “Yunho..” you breathed. He swiftly moved to look at you, your gaze locked on his as your chest rose and fell. There was nothing but pure tension in the room. You could cut it with a knife. “Hm? What’s wrong baby?” He asked, the pet name so naturally rolling off his tongue..you’d be lying if you said you didn’t like it.

“Nothings wrong..just, stop teasing..hm?” You suggested, your hand messing with the collar of his button up. He chuckled, looking away for a moment before poking the inside of his cheek with his tongue. “Try asking a little nicer, yea baby?” He replied, his voice smooth and deep as he looked down at you. You huffed..a small pout playing in your lips.

“Yunho..please stop being such a tease, you know im not the most patient person..” you murmured, your eyes meeting his intense ones. He huffed a bit. “I know,” He snickered, his hands spreading your thighs apart as he ran his hands up and down your inner thighs. “But it’s so fun watching you whine…can’t I just have a bit more fun?” He asked with a chuckle, lifting your right leg up and putting it over his shoulder as he leaned down. He placed more wet kisses on your inner thigh, nipping at the sensitive skin as you gasped with every bite and lick.

“Yunho..dammit, please..” You whispered, your dress scrunched up at your hips by now. You swore you could feel his smirk against your thighs. “Please, what? Tell me what you need baby.” He murmured against your thighs, his gaze moving to meet yours. You groaned a bit in protest. “Yun..can you touch me, please?..” You muttered, your head falling back into the plush pillows as you whined, his kisses and licks not faltering.

“Touch you where, cutie? Here?” He ask with a sly smirk, his hand moving to your mid thigh. You shook your head, eyes shut as he left hickeys all over your inner thigh. “Then where?..You’re gonna have to tell me pretty girl, or else I won’t know what you want..” He teased, his tone was low and flirty. “Yunho..god dammit..I need you. I need your fingers in me..please..” you whined, your voice sounding just a bit impatient. He knew just how to test your limits.

“Oh? Such a needy girl..” Yunho cooed in a teasing manner, his hands slowly gliding across your skin and towards your core. You gasped in relief as you felt his finger glid across your dampened panties. He slowly moved to scrunch your dress up towards your waist, pulling down your underwear afterwards. He inhaled a sharp breath at the sight of your wet core.

“Shit..this pretty thing’s all for me?” He snickered, his thumb slowly rubbing your clit as he basked in your sweet sounds. “Yun!…fuck——” You moaned softly. His lips crashing into yours, swallowing your moans as he slid two fingers into your core, moving them at a teasingly slow pace. He simply grinned as you tried to moved your hips in sync with his fingers, though he held your hips down to the bed with his free hand.

You let out soft gasp and whines at his slow pace, it wasn’t enough for you. “Yunho, more..please?” You asked between the messy kisses. Yunho slowly broke the kiss, his eyes locked on yours as your lips were less than an inch apart. “Beg. I want you to beg me for it baby.” He said lowly, his eyelids a bit droopy. Your cheeks flushed a shade of pink, you knew it’d be embarrassing..but the way his fingers pumped in and out of you. . .made you willing to do anything for more of him.

Yunho slightly snickered as he waited for you to speak. You inhaled a deeper breath before closing your eyes to speak. “Yunho..can you—“ you began, before he cut you off with a stern tone. “Open your eyes. Look at me and beg, baby.” He ordered, in which you opened your eyes, your gaze landing on his lustful one. “Yunho..” You started, Yunho humming in response as he waited for you to continue, his slow pace not faltering. “Yunho..please, I need you..can you please go faster? God, and use your mouth..I..I need it, so bad. I can’t take anymore teasing..” You whined, a few moans slipping past your lips.

“Well..your gonna take what I give you anyways baby,..but since you asked so nicely..” Yunho trailed off with a smirk, his head moving down between your legs to give your core a long lick. “I mean..how could I say no to that pretty face?…or this pretty pussy, hm?” He cooed. His lips latching around your clit as he sucked and nipped at it, his fingers now pumping in and out of you at a faster pace.

You gasped at the sudden simulation. Your hand finding its way to yunho’s hair, tangling your fingers with his long hair. “This what you wanted, princess?” He asked, a sly smile on his lips as he abused the small bundle of nerves, nothing but whines and soft gasp of his name leaving your lips. Yunho absolutely loved the sounds you made. He couldn’t help but rut into the mattress, softly moaning against your clit, causing you to see stars.

“Fuck..just like that..please..” You murmured, Yunho let out a mix of a chuckle and a moan. He slowly removed

out his fingers, the feeling immediately being replaced with the warmth of his tongue. Your back arched at the feeling, his hands now holding your hips down as your grip on his hair tightened, his nose perfectly nudging against your clit.

His tongue explored every inch it could reach, your taste on his tongue was absolutely intoxicating for him. His rutting into the mattress not faltering, he was just as needy as you were..but he kept himself together, planning to tease you to your limits.

He continued at this for a while, every time you tried to buck your hips, his grip on your hips tightened, you were sure it would leave bruises a this point. “Shit princess..I could do this all night. You taste so fuckin’ good..” He quietly moaned, placing open mouthed kisse on your clit before his tongue found it way back inside you. You could feel the pleasure bubbling up in your lower stomach, your breathing becoming more erratic. “Yun..Yunho, I’m close..please keep going, god..” you spoke between moans, your mind was hazy, your thoughts wrapped around the pleasure you were feeling..and the source of it, Yunho.

“Your gonna cum, baby? You wanna cum all over on my face?” He teased, his fingers quickly replacing his tongue as they pumped in and out of you as a quick pace, curling towards him. You nodded vigorously in response, too blinded by the feeling of his fingers to form a sentence. “Your gonna have to say it with your words baby.” He spoke, leaning back down to suck on your clit, his fingers movements not faltering. “Fuck!…yes, yes. Let me cum on your face please..it feels so good..” you manage to say, your words just a bit slurred.

“Good girl..your words are slurring already? Shit..I can’t wait to see what your like when your stuffed full with my cock. You’ll be a damn mess.” He chuckled, his breath fanning over your core. His words didn’t help how close you were, you felt the knot in your stomach continue to tighten.

“Yunho..I’m gonna..I’m..shit—” You whined, yunho immediately replacing his fingers with his tongue. “Cum on my tongue baby..let me taste you some more, yea?” He murmured, continuing to edge you closer util you finally came undone, whines and pretty moans leaving your lips as you saw stars. your core clenched around yunho’s tongue as he slurped up your slick, basking in the taste of you all over his tongue and mouth. He didn’t leave a single drop behind, letting you ride out your high on his tongue until he finally moved from

In-between your legs.

His lips quickly found yours, letting you taste yourself as your tongues met. Your hands crawled towards his button up. You slowly began undoing the buttons, yunho focusing on getting your dress off. Once his shirt was fully open and your dress was off, he latched his mouth onto one of your breast, sending goosebumps all over your body. His right hand massaging the other one.

“Fuck..” you murmured, your breath shallow as you leaned into his touch. Yunho abruptly stopped, looking down at you. “Can you get on your knees for me princess? Please..I need your mouth around my dick so fucking bad.” He whispered, his lust filled gaze locked on yours.

You simply nodded. You both moved around, yunho now leaning against the headboard as you were on your knees in between his legs. Yunho quickly undoing his belt and tossing it in some random corner of the room, immediately undoing the buttons of his pants and tugging his pants and boxers down, his erection being freed from the confines of his clothes. He let out a sigh, the tip an angry red color and already dripping with precum, which smeared over his mid and lower abs. His chest rising and falling softly, the dim lights of his room making him look ethereal.

You slowly took his erection into your hands, pumping it slowly as you leaned down, licking across the slit on his tip. He murmured a soft “fuck..” As he grabbed a fistful of your hair, holding it away from your face as you took his tip into your mouth, your gaze locked on his. You soon went further, taking as much of him as you could into your mouth until he hit the back of your throat, which was a little more than half. He moaned as you gagged on his cock.

“Shit..your mouth feels so good..” He groaned softly, his grip on your hair tightening as he fucked your face, his hips bucking up into your mouth as he pushed his cock a bit further down your throat. His gaze never left yours as he moaned your name softly, his hips stuttering a bit. “God..your really gonna make me cum this fast..” He muttered, bucking his hips a bit more. “Can I cum is your mouth baby? Is that alright?” He asked as you were literally gagging on his dick. He ran his free hand through his hair as he watched you give a small thumbs up. He chuckled a bit, but it flowed into a moan as he felt himself get closer.

“Fuck, princess..swallow all of it for me, okay?” He moaned, a small

Smile on his lips as his now wrinkled open button up drooped off one of his shoulders. His head fell back as he pushed your head down just a bit more, majority of his cock stuffed down your throat as he let out a long string of moans, his cum flowing down your throat as you swallowed. He finally let go of your hair, your head lifting up from his, your eyes a bit glossy.

“Open your mouth.” He spoke, taking a hand to place it under your chin, his thumb pulling your bottom lip down. You complied, opening your mouth to show that you did infact, swallow everything. “Good girl, you’ve been doing so good..does that pretty pussy want some of my cum too? Huh?” He teased, his hands resting on your slightly bruised hips as he waited for your response.

“God, yes..I’ve been waiting all fucking night..” You whined, Yunho immediately moving to hover over you.

“Do you have any condoms?” He asked, fully removing his button up and tossing it somewhere in the room. “No, fuck, just go raw..” you murmured, your hands running across his torso. His eyes widened a bit, his erection slowly coming back at the thought. “Shit..are you sure?..” he asked, he was genuine. He needed you to be sure. “..I know what I want. So please..go raw.” You whispered, his lips finding yours as he kissed you, lightly biting your bottom lip as he slowly pushed the tip in, causing you to gasp softly.

Yunho softly groaned as he pushed in, inch by inch until you were full of him. He stayed still, waiting for you to adjust before you began to move your hips a bit, looking for any sort of friction. “You ready, baby?” He ask, moving to place small kisses on your chest. “Mhm..” You hummed with a nod, gasping as he pulled out halfway before thrusting back in. A small groan leaving his lips as he started with a slow pace, his eyes finding yours..searching for any hint of discomfort.

“..yunho, faster..please.” You sighed softly, your eyelids drooping ever so slightly as your nails softly scratched his back. He chuckled in response, his pace speeding up with each thrust, his grip on your hips becoming a bit tighter. You let out gasps and whines every time his hips met yours, his mouth moving down to latch on another one of your tits, his teeth grazing your nipple ever so slightly. “Just like that— please! Don’t, don’t stop!” You whined as he finally found a quick pace, his cock hitting your gummy spot with each thrust. His gaze eventually found yours as he pounded into you, his thumb finding it ways to your clit to stimulate you even further.

“Fuck..you take my cock so good princess, you like being stuffed full, don’t you?” He teased between his own soft pants and moans. You simply nodded, your nails digging into his back. “Mhm..mhm—“ was all you could manage, yunho chuckling at how dazed you already were. You couldn’t even think properly with the way he would pull out fully just to snap his hips forward, stuffing you with his cock all over again.

He removed his thumb from your clit, causing you to whine from the loss of contact as his hand moved to grip the headboard as he continued harshly pounding into you, words of praise about how good you take him leaving his lips every few thrust. “..such a good girl, your pretty pussy takes my cock so fuckin’ good..” he moaned, his gaze locked on yours as he watched your eyes roll back ever so slightly.

Yunho couldn’t help but admire the way his cock would leave a small

Imprint on your lower tummy with each thrust. Meanwhile the knot in your stomach formed once again. All you could manage was a few whines of his name and pouty moans as you felt him all around you. His lips once again latching onto your neck, softly nibbling between moans.

The way his cock abused your gummy spot had your head spinning, pushing you towards the edge. “Yunho!- I’m close, so close— please keep going, please!” You pleaded, small whines escaping your lips between words. “Your that drunk on my dick already? Gonna— fuck..cum so soon princess?” He snickered, whispering in your ear before quickening his pace, the bed creaking slightly as his grip on the headboard tightened.

“You wanna cum that bad? Go ahead baby, be a good girl and cum on my dick.” Yunho groaned in your ear, feeling his high slowly approaching as well. “Fuck— I’m..i—!” Was all you managed to say before you felt your climax wash over you, your hand tangled in his hair as you let out choked moans and whimpers.

Yunho’s pace didn’t falter as he chased after his own high, a few whimpers leaving his lips with how close he was. “Fuck, fuck— good girl, take my dick, just like that. I’m so fucking close- god..just a little more baby..I’m-“ He moaned, his eyes shut as his thrust got sloppy, his hips stuttering a bit. You couldn’t even think at this rate, the pleasure becoming too much as he fucked you past your limit, not giving your body a chance to calm down.

“Yunho, I— it’s too much-“ you whined, Yunho’s lip cutting you off as he crashed them onto yours, the sloppy kiss full of moans and whimpers. “I know baby, but I’m so close, be a good girl and take it, okay? Please..fuck—. Be a good girl for me-” He moaned between the kiss, his tongue sloppily crashing with yours as you were still attempting to catch your breath. His pace was getting sloppier by the second, desperate for his own release.

“Can I cum inside you?..please baby?” He asked, his needy eyes locking with your dazed ones. “God!- yes, please—” you whimpered. That was all he needed, his head falling onto your shoulder as he came. His hips stuttering as he fucked his cum further into you, riding out his high. Moans leaving his lips as your pussy milked him for every drop he could give at that moment.

“Good girl..shit, you were so good for me baby.” He murmured as he attempted to even out his breaths, placing a kiss on your cheek. You both laid there for a moment, processing what just happened. Yunho was the first to move, removing his weight from you to shuffle off the bed stand up.

“I’m gonna grab you a water, alright?…don’t move around too much.”

He spoke, his tone softly now as he softly brushed the hair from your face before sliding on his boxers. As he walked out of the room, you couldn’t help but be left alone with your thoughts. You just had sex with the guy you liked all throughout high school…but what was next? Was this it? Just a quick fuck and then what?..He’d just ask you to leave? You couldn’t help but worry a bit as you slowly sat up, Yunho returning with the glass of water.

He placed the glass down on his nightstand for a moment before grabbing one of his shirts and helping you put it on before handing you the water. “How do you feel? Does anything hurt?” He asked you softly, his hand moving to rub small circles on your back. “No..I feel fine, don’t worry.” You assured him, though it was obvious to anyone you seemed a little on edge.

“Hey..what’s wrong? Do you regret anything?..” He asked, his eyes were obviously a bit worried. You took a long sip of your water before looking at him. “No..of course I don’t. I’m just..kinda nervous I guess.” You murmured, your gaze moving down to the glass.

“Nervous? Nervous of what, baby?” He asked, softly grabbing your chin so your gaze met his. “I..I mean I don’t really know what’s after this…we haven’t seen eachother in years and then we just did this..I..I just don’t want you to pretend like this never happened.” You sighed, a small pout on your lips. Yunho chuckled, placing a kiss on your lips. “Why the hell would I do that? Do you seriously have no clue how happy I am? I never stopped thinking about you..even after we drifted apart.” He spoke, every word leaving his lips filled with genuine emotion.

“Really?..” you asked, you truly hoped with every bit of your being that this wasn’t some stupid dream. “Really. I’ve always been interested in you, since sophomore year..but you never noticed. So I just never said anything.” He assured you, his eyes filled with nothing but pure affection. You let out a huff of relief, but also shock. You didn’t know what to say. “I’m like…really into you, everything about you honestly.” He spoke, waiting for any sort of response from you.

You simply pulled him in for a kiss, it was sweet. He looked at you with happy eyes as you pulled away. “You don’t know how long I’ve been waiting for this, oh my god.” You spoke with a sigh, a smile forming on your face.

“I’m glad..” He started, looking down at his lap before back at you. “Hey, let me take you out to dinner tomorrow. I know I probably should’ve done that first but..what’d you say?” He offered.

“I’d love too.” You replied with an even bigger smile, your nose scrunching a bit. He let out a long sigh of relief, a hand on his chest. “Okay..awesome. I..uhm, it’s late though, you must be tired.” He spoke, adjusting the blankets so they were over your legs, proceeding to open his arms a bit. “We should probably sleep..no?” He suggested. You happily accepted as you both laid down, his arms wrapped around your waist.

“I’m so happy…you can’t even imagine.” He murmured into your hair, your head laying on his chest. “I bet..” You joked with a snicker, your eyelids feeling heavy as you closed your eyes, basking in the warmth of his arms.

“Goodnight,” you whispered.

“Goodnight baby, I love you.” He replied, a soft smile on his face.

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A/N: &/&:7: THIS IS MY FIRST FIC IN FOREVER SO I HOPE ITS OKAY 😰😰😰!! Apologies for any spelling or grammar errors I didn’t catch…

[romanarose]

Come to Bed, Love

Steven Grant x writer!reader x Marc Spector x Jake Lockley

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Summary: Steven gets tired of waiting for his fanfiction writer girlfriend to come to bed.

Warnings: none! so fluffy

A/N: Self indulgent bullshit

Italics is Marc

Bold is Steven

Red is Jake

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Steven stirred at the scoot of your chair in the next room. He had always been a light sleeper.

What time was it? Steven glanced over to the clock and his eyebrows shot up.

Christ, 3 am?

What's going on, Steven? Marc was suddenly awake and alert, and Steven could feel Jake cofronting too.

It's 3 am and she hasn't come to bed yet.

You went to bed without her?

Not intentionally! I laid down and she said she'd be to bed in a moment and I just fell asleep.

Well go get her, Steven.

He was already on his way, opening the bedroom door to find you typing away on your laptop, curled away on the couch with your favorite throw blanket strung across your lap.

"Darling? What are you still doing up?" He asked, softly appraoching you.

When you looked up, the crappy light of the tableside lamp illuminating harshly off you. He still thought you were beautiful, of course, simply tired.

"Can't." You mumble. "I promised a new chapter weeks ago."

"I think your readers can wait one more day. Come to bed, love."

You pout up at him. "Noooooo! I gotta get this out!"

Steven sat beside you.

Steven, don't sit with her, drag her to bed!

"Which series are you working on? The Last of us or The Star Wars one."

"The Last of Us."

Marc took over fronting. He was not as indulgent as Steven, not when it came to you. You needed rest. You deserved it.

Hey!

Careful not to shut it on your fingers, Marc closed the lap top.

"Steven!" You turn to him, only to realize it was the other love of your life. "Marc! Marc I need to work on this I've been putting it off forever!"

He moved the laptop away from you. "And you can work on it tomorrow, I promise."

"But-"

"Baby." Marc gave you a pointed look. "I know you are a fantastic writer, but at 3 AM and exhausted, you are not putting in your best effort. I think your fans will-"

"They aren't my fans Marcy Marc, they are my readers."

"I think your fans will appreciate you getting some rest and coming back with a fresh eye."

Marc was logical, and looking into his beautiful, pleeding eyes, your were about to give in.

Steven was sweet, Marc was practical, but Jake was impatient.. "That's it." Jake stood up, taking you with him.

"JAKEY!" Squeeling, you cling to your lover as he began to carry to your bedroom.

"Te vienes a la cama, te quste o no."

You can't help but giggle as you are tossed on the bed, Jake pulling the blanket over you. "Fine, but I'm finishing up tomorrow."

"You can do whatever you want tomorrow, just shut the fuck up and go to sleep, mi vida." Jake pulled you in close, cuddling up with you. His arms were wrapped tight around you. You weren't going anywhere.

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[wexhappyxfew]

Hi! I love your Silver Bullets girls, and Carrie x Douglass has a special place in my heart (even more since your last writing with them). So, for them I'd like to ask 35. (kissing their bruises and scars) from the Touch prompt list or 5. (the last thing they're thinking about before falling asleep is always the other) from the Subtle love list. 💗

HI FRIEND!!!! thank you so much for sending this and i am so so glad carrie and dougie have meant a lot, alongside the Silver Bullets girls (it seriously means SO MUCH and i always say it but its true!!!) THANK YOU FOR THE OPTIONS TOO!!!! i couldn't help myself and went with the second prompt (5) and decided to focus on some of their earlier meetings with one another and how they've developed into the people today. let's just say, i had a lot of fun! thank you SO MUCH!!!!! :D this was so much fun! <3 (and sorry for the wait for this....the semester was its usual chaos haha!)

greenland

(a/n): safe to say, for my carrie x dougie enjoyers, this was FUN to write. we get a bit into life before the annie bradshaw era of silver bullets! WITH captain birdie faulkner. BUT, because i am a sucker for someone who haunts the narrative and is simply talked about, we don't actually meet birdie here, just hear about her as a leader and all (a running theme!). we also get a bit into the storyline of what dougie means when he said he wanted to ask carrie to 'dance in greenland in THIS PIECE. and also carrie's dislike for greenland lmfao. please enjoy!!! <3

Greenland was anything but green, it seemed.

Maybe that's why the Vikings called it that - to freak the living fuck out of any sort of enemy that was bound to come this way and make them mistake what was actually a stupid ice block for well - 'green land'.

The landing had been less that superb and Captain Faulkner had dismissed them all to the bar to the left of the tarmac for the rest of the evening off.

Birdie Faulkner was everything, including a realist, and she seemed to understand that the rather harrowing conditions of their landing was something that required at least a drink or two before bedding down for the night.

With a half-finished beer, Carrie was sure that she could've fallen asleep in that very chair for the time being, but she had to present herself a best she could. With the newest B-17 group collected, Silver Bullets was formulated and crafted by that oh-so-brilliant mind of Birdie Faulkner, and they all had her to thank. And Carrie had to look a bit more put-together than usual - prove she's not just a wash-out bombardier with lackluster experience. That she deserved the spot in Silver Bullets more than anyone else.

"So?" a voice came from her right, settling into the other plush, leather seat at her side, the smiling face of Bessie Carlisle appearing as she popped open her own beer bottle, "Greenland, huh?" Carrie smirked and rolled her shoulders and glanced around.

"It's cozy, really," Carrie offered, "I'm considering taking a swim in the river, suntanning-"

"Okay, smart ass," Bessie said with a chuckle, her boot nudging her own foot, "can't say I'm complaining. Finally out of those training cycles, working towards the war. Maybe, we'll actually put ourselves to use instead of waiting just to go on a practice run." Carrie watched Bessie and then smiled widely.

"Love it so much that I may tell my future husband that 'Hey, we're moving to Greenland!', pack up the truck, babe, forget Brooklyn, home is where the grass is a solid as a fucking rock," Carrie said, sipping her beer, "not to mention the weather. I love to freeze."

"Someone's happy." a new voice chimed in, as Francis settled into a chair opposite them, sucking down a portion of her beer and grinning, "I've never seen you so enthusiastic about something." Carrie deadpanned.

"I'm really jumping for joy over here, Monty." Carrie told Francis, raising her glass of beer up in mock ceremony, "You know me so well." Francis and Bessie burst out into laughter as Carrie leaned back in her chair with a sigh and looked towards the ceiling.

"When the hell are we going to England?" Carrie asked, counting the flecks of rotting wood in the wooden ceiling, her eyes tracing the pieces that stuck out of the ceiling panels before losing her spot and recounting, "If I could just get another beer started, I'd be ready by tonight to head out. No pit-stops for me, I'm just fine with a beer stop and then jetting off to England and calling it a day."

"I wish I had the same energy towards that, Bergie, I really do," Bessie said, "afraid to say I'd ask for a few hours of sleep thought over that."

"Sleeps overrated half the time!" Carrie admonished still staring up at the ceiling, "How you gonna get a thing done when sleep's-"

"Exactly what you need." Carrie blinked a few times and into focus above her head came James Douglass - fellow bombardier, with whom Bessie had introduced on one of Carrie's first days after her transfer on base.

Carrie remembered first time seeing him coming towards them, with that carpet on his face he called a mustache, a sharp smirk, a rather loud, somewhat obnoxious voice, a quick hand-shaking, before he was wrapping his arm around her shoulder and pointing out to various areas along the base like they'd been friends for years - something that had caught her completely off guard. And ever since then, with their few chance meetings, they'd been nothing but a trifle of teasing jabs and somewhat good-natured fun.

Key word: somewhat.

Because she could never actually read James Douglass unlike Benny DeMarco or Hambone Hamilton who were just about as sweet to her as her grandma's hotcakes. He'd see her and beeline, make a few jokes, flirt shamelessly, and then go dance with the next girl who'd take his hand. He was quite the character and Carrie usually didn't engage in much conversation past when he'd come to seek her out.

Except now, he was hung above her like a hyperactive golden retriever, like the dog, Kering, that had lived down the street from the Achterberg's in Brooklyn all her life. Running out of the Wilkes house anytime the door opened, barking and sniffing and tearing around the neighborhood like a lunatic. Yeah, Kering the golden retriever who looked like he was a lunatic reminded her exactly of James Douglass.

Nice to know home was never far.

"What are you trying to say, huh?" Carrie asked, still slouching in the chair and staring up at him hovering over her. Douglass grinned at her, showing off his pearly whites and that charming look on his face and he let out a chuckle.

"You know, a little sleep never hurt a soul. Only reason we're even alive," Douglass said, reaching forward to rub her shoulder, "makes the brain happy or some shit. Makes people less….cranky."

"You calling me cranky, now?"

"Cranky. Now that's just one of many words-"

"Oh, you little-"

"Alright!" Bessie said standing and shoving Douglass pack from where he currently was occupying Carrie's headspace, "Nice to know some things never change." Carrie glanced at her as she sat up and Bessie raised a brow with a smirk.

"What's that supposed to mean?" Douglass said from behind Carrie, before he moved around her chair and took the other open seat in the grouping of four, and kicking back to relax. Carrie watched Bessie before looking at Francis, who was rather interested in her cup of beer, before glancing at Douglass, who was already looking at her.

"What?" she murmured, before he made a face and she rolled her eyes.

"How was the flight over, Douglass? Invigorating?" Bessie asked Douglass, with a smile - leave it to Bessie to be sweet as cream on any given occasion.

"You woulda thought Greenland would be, well, fucking green-"

"That's what I said!" Carrie butted in, getting looks from the other three, before settling on Douglass who was watching her, with a mixture of interest and annoyance, but she couldn't seem to decipher the two and sank back in her chair, "Greenland's cold as fuck, not some East Coast paradise I'll give ya that." She heard Douglass chuckle at that as Carrie took in more sips of beer.

"With the way we were flying in, I wasn't even sure we were gonna make it at first, I'll tell you that," Douglass said, "you sit in that nose and you swear to God that you'll smash right into the tarmac. Good ole Ev Blakely don't let that sorta stuff happen though."

"Yeah, a real crap shoot." Carrie muttered, "Thought Birdie was gonna bring us in sideways." Douglass raised a brow as he sipped his beer.

"Guess you can say they lied about the fucking weather, too," Douglass offered, "really nice place here. Could barely move my fingers and toes when I actually stood up fully." Bessie let out a chuckle and started sipping her beer again as Carrie narrowed her eyes at her.

"Hey, they're putting on some music to dance, y'all wanna come?" Judy Rybinski's joyfully said as she appeared behind Francis, "C'mon Bessie, I know that look anywhere, you wanna!"

"You know me too well, Jude," Bessie said, getting to her feet and finishing off her beer.

"I'm coming with! No shot I'm missing a chance at good music and good company." Francis said getting to her feet, "The company part may be a stretch-"

"Oh c'mon!" Judy said, taking Francis' hand before looking at Carrie and Douglass unmoved in their chairs, "You two coming?"

"I'm going to continue working on these beers, Jude, but I appreciate it," Carrie said, "Greenland's officially fucked me up." Judy let out a chuckle.

"You enjoy that then, Bergie," Judy said before looking at Douglass, "Dougie?" Carrie glanced sideways at Douglass who sat quietly, before glancing over at Carrie and then Judy again.

"Maybe next time," he said with a nod, "I promise you a dance, got it?"

"Sounds good! Don't have too much fun!" Judy called before she disappeared and some Artie Shaw began playing over the speakers.

"Good to know we have one thing in common, Bergie." Carrie slowly looked over at Douglass, that annoying nickname rolling off his lips like it had before, "We both hate Greenland." And he grinned at her and couldn't help but smirk back.

"First off, don't call me that. Second, you might be right about that," Carrie said, sipping her beer again, "you know that it's called Greenland because of the Vikings?" Douglass let out a chuckle and shook his head.

"Nah, you're fucking with me," he said, "the Vikings? The guys with the horns on their heads?"

"I'm not kidding," Carrie said sitting up and fully meeting his gaze for the first time since he had hung overtop her, "I swear to you, they did it. Tricking their enemies. For the sake of how much can they fuck a person in the head." Douglass watched her for a moment, before letting out a laugh and sipping his beer again, before smirking.

"Maybe they were just being smart," Douglass countered, "before they knew that it was just one sheet of ice for miles on end. Then they realized what a shitty name Greenland was." Carrie stared at him for a moment, before smiling slightly, unable to hold back her grin.

"You really know how to get under my skin, don't ya?"

"Guess you could say I know what makes you tick."

"Oh so now you suddenly know everything about me, huh?" Carrie said, leaning over to give his shoulder a playful shove, "Well, go on, what's my favorite color?" She watched him and noticed him glance at her lips - surprisingly - before moving back to her eyes.

"I don't know….blue probably." Carrie watched him and stilled for a moment.

"Uh….yeah, actually." she said quickly, and forced down the way her cheeks flamed (and for what she didn't know), "Alright, well, where do I come from?"

"Brooklyn." Douglass said, laughing at the look on her face, "Look, sweetheart, that New York accent ain't just a voice with Southern twang. I know if I was walking down the streets, and I heard your voice, it'd be you."

"God, what the hell." murmured Carrie as Douglass chuckled, "You won't get this - school subject." Douglass looked at her and then smirked before leaning forward.

"Something with math, right?" he asked her confidently, "You don't just get interested in this sorta shit without having some interest there." Carrie watched him and tilted her head.

"Are you mind-fucking me or something?" she asked him, "How the hell-"

"Just good at reading people I guess." Douglass said with a smirk, "Contrary to popular belief, Bergie, I usually know what I'm talking about. There's a reason I'm a bombardier and not just some journalist or something." She watched him and licked her lips.

"Is that why you joined?" she asked him, "The Air Force? Flying in B-17s?" Douglass glanced at her and nodded.

"Had to join the fight somehow, couldn't just sit back and let the fucking Nazis think they could walk all over us," Douglass said, finishing his beer, "that sorta stuff just don't fly around here. Well, except us. We fly." The two burst out into laughter, before they both died down and looked to one another. For a moment, they were quiet regarding one another with somewhat hesitant gazes as Carrie finished off her beer.

"Well, I'm gonna head-"

"Did you wanna-"

They both watched each other, before breaking out into laughter and righting themselves.

"You go." Douglass said.

"I was gonna head out. Get some rest. Pretty tired." she said quickly, her heart racing as she smiled at him with a nod, "You?" Douglass stared at her and for the first time, she saw the sudden shyness in his gaze as he glanced away from her and then back.

"Just…was gonna get another drink, but you head out, get some rest," he said, before smirking at her, "you need it."

"Oh, you asshole." grumbled Carrie knocking his shoulder before standing to her feet, Douglass following suit. The stood there for a moment, looking at one another - usually, if this were a Silver Bullets girl, she'd give them a hug, but with Douglass, she felt frozen in place. She stuck out her hand instead, to shake, and he shook her hand, and she felt more awkward than ever before, as she shook back. His handshake was firm though, and confident and suddenly made her feel like some 16-year-old girl in high school and balked.

"Well, I'll see you around." she said, stumbling back a bit, "Night!" And she disappeared quickly - like she always did. She found the barracks, promptly settled into bed, and then stared at the ceiling, counting the dried pieces of wood hanging from the panels again.

And she replayed the look in James Douglass' eyes - over and over.

And for the first time in years, all she could think about was James Douglass' eyes that had watched her like that, as she tried to fall asleep.

To say the least, it was the best sleep in months.

[lilykatelyn-blog]

Hello! I read your kinktober day 1 and omgg it was amazing

Would u consider writing pt-2?

Also,please add me to the taglist<3

𝓓𝓪𝔂 1 - 𝓵.𝓶𝓱 - LILY’S KINKTOBER PT. 2

Pairing: DomDemon!Lee Know x SubAngelFem!Reader Genre: fluff, smut,

Notes: hey! Ofc! You’re added rn! And here is part 2. I’m so glad a lot of you liked it!

Warnings: making out, his horns are sensitive, hickeys, ass kink bc it’s Lee Minho, unsafe sex, not big dick Lee know but long dick Lee know, references to cheating on you with Jisung bc.. well, you get it, grinding, bondage, d/s dynamics.

pt 1.

Well, obviously you stayed, since he asked you to. So you were just cooking when he just barged into his apartment. “AH- oh hey! You stayed!” He looked like he had nearly shit his pants before he softened up. “Yeah, I made dinner. Sit.” You replied, engrossed in what you were cooking. You heard silence and assumed he was sitting and on his phone or something. “What are you- oh.” He came up behind you and he back hugged you, you were surprised until you felt him hug you. “I’m hugging you because I honestly did not think you would stay, Angel.” You could feel his breath on your neck as you continued cooking your dinner. Now after a while, you finished it and plated it. “Dinners ready, Min.” You both sat down and you eagerly watched his reaction. “Is- have I been missing out on this for all my fucking life? What the hell, this is delicious!” He exclaimed looking like a child whose mom just cooked his favorite food, simply making you chuckle. “Glad you enjoy it, love.” You two still needed to discuss your current positions considering you two live literally an eternity away from each other. “Angel, I’m.. glad you stayed.” He made a show of gagging after saying it, but you knew he was genuine. “Hmm, me too. Now can we please watch die hard?” “Fine, this is like the 100th time tho.” He knew all the lines and who said them at what exact time at this point. But for you, he’d burn the world to ashes if it meant making you smile.

you honestly had no idea how you got here, one minute you were watching Alan Rickman (may he rest in peace 🕊️), the next you were on Minho, moaning as his tongue slipped into your mouth. His kisses were no longer slow and sensual, but messy and passionate. His actions led to you wanting more, more friction, more kissing, more everything, which eventually resulted in you slowly moving back and forth on his semi. “Mmh- Jagi- just like that-“ his sentence was ended in a long drawn out moan, his hands went straight to your ass, guiding you back and forth. “Wai- wait,” he softly pushed you off, stopping you. “Was ‘bout to come, have to be in you-“ he got cut off by you grabbing him by the back of his head and kissing him while unbuckling his belt. “C-can’t hold up the glamour anymore, Jagi.” He warned, making you scoff, you’ve seen him multiple times. “Whatever, let it run free, babe.” You took his dick in your hand, slowly stroking him as you watched his horns come out, and then his tail, and finally his wings. his breaths were speeding up, a telltale of his high approaching. “Ngh- coming!” His hot cum spurted onto his clothed chest and your hand. Coming down from his high, he took off his shirt, along with yours. “Got to feel these beautiful tits, baby. Saints, where have these been all my fucking life?” He murmured while taking your bra off and fondling your tits, causing you to giggle. “Since when do you believe in saints?” You asked in a playful manner. “Since you woke up in my house.” Came his simple reply, sucking on your left tit.

You released a wanton moan, grabbing his hair. “That’s it, pull my hair, Angel.” Causing you to pull it harder, he pulled away, going to pull your pants down, discarding them in an unknown corner of the room. He went for your neck and sucking on it, not caring about the consequences in your heated moment. “Hold on a second love, I’m going to get something.” He walked over to the dresser, grabbing a pair of handcuffs. You practically gushed with arousal at the sight. “Hands please.” He gestured to your hands, cuffing them tightly behind your back. “Too tight?” He softly asked, whispering in your ear. You shook your head no, unable to speak for fear that your voice would squeak. “On your knees, love.” Roughly pushing your face down into the pillows, lining his cock up with your entrance. He slowly pushes into you, releasing a throaty groan, while your mouth hung open in a silent moan. His slow and shallow thrusts turned fast and deep, making your moans increase in volume, while his groans got deeper, his voice getting lower. “Fuck, I need to feel you deeper Angel.” Flipping you around, he pushed your knees to your chest, pushing in with no warning, thrusting in fast and deep. “Minho-! Nngh! I’m coming!” You screamed, reaching your high. “Me too, Angel.” He managed to grunt out, riding you through your high, reaching his own and releasing inside of you. You were on the verge of passing out, so he got up and got a damp washcloth and wiped you down. “I know, it’s gonna hurt, sorry.” He apologized softly as you squirmed from overstimulation. After he cleaned you up, he fell on his back next to you, hugging your waist as you cuddled up in his bare chest. “You know, I always thought you were in love with Jisung.” You joked, giving him a kiss on his cheek. “Hmm, who says I’m not? And I’m just needing sex.” “Because Jisung’s married, idiot.” You laughed, falling asleep next to him as he laughed with you and admired you. Oh, how he would love to spend the rest of his life with you, and he will, even if it takes burning the world for you.

TAGLIST:

@aaasia111, @hgema, @obeythemasters, @imwithurmother, @unlikelysublimekryptonite, @virluna148, @sanzusfavgf, @ivyisnotokay, @stanskzsstuff,@luvkpopp

[watermelons-dont-grow-on-trees]

The public eye

Happy Pride to everyone except for Eddie and Will because they are horrible people 

this took so long to write, I have been basically bedridden sick for 3 weeks now, but it’s done, I hope it’s legible

Taglist: @ziptiesnfries @lumpofsand @fleur-a-whump

previous masterlist

TW: pet whump, dehumanisation, drowning (brief), referenced past abuse, blink-and-you-miss-it homophobic remark (Diana is such a bitch, and in june???), 75% of the band needs its own trigger warning atp i think, Oli is suffering im really sorry <<<3

They spent the ride home in uncomfortable silence. Getting through the crowd this time was a lot more manageable, considering Oliver’s shaken up state and bruised up face the guards had no choice but to shield him from the crowd. He was vaguely aware of his hair sticking to his cheek, where Eddie’s ring split the skin, and braced himself for the worst, when James would inevitably try to brush it away, to take a better look, and the strands would pull on the skin, glued there by half dried blood and it would hurt just as bad as the slap did.

“Do you think anyone saw?” Will asked, looking out the window, still waving at the crowd. 

“We all better hope not” Khai shot an angry glance at Eddie, who didn’t bother to engage with any of them, simply climbed in his bunk and pulled the curtain closed.

Oliver couldn’t find it in himself to be angry with him. He knew that it would have been reasonable, justified even, but good pets are not angry with their owners, and he was Eddie’s just as much as the other boys’ whether he liked it or not. Instead he concentrated on the childishness of it, the way the singer got upset with him not paying enough attention and the way he hid away in the cramped bed space for a half an hour long ride. He was allowed to think he was childish. Juvenile. Immature. 

The engine whirred up and the bus drove away from the venue.

James hooked a finger in his collar, to pull him close, turning his face to the side to inspect it. There it was, the pull, the strands of hair could have turned into gillette blades and Oli would not have known the difference.

“Shh, Oli, it’s okay, just let me check on it” the drummer tried to soothe him as he flinched away “It’s not too deep, don’t worry” he shared the observation, he prodded at the skin around the wound earning some winces out of Oliver “I doubt it will scar, you’ll just need a few days and some ointment”

He leaned the good, left side of his face on the drummer’s shoulder, and watched the streetlights pass by the window and tried to guess where they might be, based on the glimpses he caught of some well-lit buildings.

It was cold outside, unreasonably so; Oliver chalked it up to the breeze and the smell of rain that promised a storm to come. 

He was right about the storm, though it didn’t arrive in the form of thunder and a downpour, but as a red headed woman, standing on their porch with her arms crossed, impatiently clicking the heel of her shoe on the floor tiles. This was the first time ever, Oliver has seen her look at them, with her phone out of sight, and the way the boys stopped in their tracks as they got out of the bus suggested it was a rare occasion for them as well, and it would bring nothing good.

“Everyone, inside, now” Diana turned around and led the way into their own living room.

James stayed behind them with Oliver, closest to the door, but none of them went much further either.

“Are any of you familiar with the concept of public image?” she asked coldly “Because if not, let me refresh your memory, I got the mutt for you to look good, does that ring any bells?” James nodded timidly, just to soothe himself, Diana was not expecting an actual answer.

“You get a pet, because we keep up with the trends, he’s a rescue, so you look charitable” she raised her voice, lecturing them “So please enlighten me, why are you walking him around with his face all fucked up?” she looked at them expectantly, then sighed “Alright then, Khai, anything to say?” The bassist shook his head.

“Edward?” the singer crossed his arms defensively, but glared back at her.

“I didn’t do anything wrong”

“Sure, if you don’t count hitting him for no reason” James spat, and his grip on Oliver’s arm tightened, when Eddie just shrugged.

“Hey, what’s your problem?” 

“It does not matter! It’s all of your problem now that there are pictures of him, like that” she gestured towards Oliver’s face “You morons are lucky, you make a lot of fucking money for me and I’m willing to fix this. And one of you clean him up” 

“James, he’s your favourite toy nowadays…” Eddie sneered.

“Fuck off, you’re the one who got us here in the first place” the drummer retorted. Oliver tried to make himself as small as possible, to avoid drawing any more attention than it was necessary.

“I’ll do it, let’s just not-” Will interrupted, breaking his silence and stepping between his bandmates facing the singer.

“The boyfriend has a brain, I never would have thought!” the guitarist blushed deeply and Diana laughed, loud and shrill, the sound of it made shivers run down all their spines “I’ll leave you to it, and let’s agree this won’t ever happen again” They stepped out of the way as she stormed out of the house and slammed the front door, leaving eerie quiet behind.

“He can’t keep pulling your ass out of trouble” James pushed Oli away from himself so the guitarist could grab his arm and lead him away.

“I can wash it, you don’t have to-” he started, but was immediately cut off “Just shut up, Oli” 

Will opened the tap above the bathtub and turned to the cabinet to look for first aid supplies.

“Sorry” he muttered. He hissed as the guitarist wiped the blood away and sprayed some disinfectant on the wound. 

“Let’s wash your hair too, some blood dried on it” He made the mistake of grabbing Oliver by the collar. His hands shot up to protect his throat and instinctively pulled away.

“Nonono, please no!” He struggled, panicked he would be choked again.

“Stop it!” Will warned, but the boy was too preoccupied with the hand on his collar to listen to him “Oli, stop, I’m not gonna say it again” 

The air was knocked out of him in an instant and he curled in on himself one moment too late to protect his stomach from the hit. Will grabbed him by the hair, and yanked him towards the tub that had filled halfway by then. 

“Down!... Sit!... whichever the word is, just get down” Oliver whined painfully, still grasping at his stomach, where the guitarist punched him, but lowered himself on the floor next to the bath.

“I’m sorry, I’m so sorry, I’ll do better, just give me a second, it hurts” he blurted out, eyes scrunching shut to keep his tears in. He felt so helpless. 

Will’s hand was still entangled in his hair, pulling him up and over the edge of the tub, so he could wash it.

“Can you stop being so difficult for a moment?” He turned Oliver’s head up to face him.

“Fine” He sighed begrudgingly, and let go of the boy. He slumped to the ground, grateful for the momentary peace.

“Better?” Oli nodded and got up to lean his head above the water. He watched their reflections muddle together as the guitarist stood above him and brought the showerhead above him. 

The water was comfortably warm, he felt himself relax into it, still it felt wrong. He really could have done this alone, there wasn’t much blood there anyway. He would just get water on his band tee. He didn’t think, as he pulled back from under the stream to voice his concern.

Will didn’t hesitate, as he put a hand on the back of his neck, just above the collar and pushed him down with enough force that Oli met the water. He wanted to raise his head back up, but the hand kept him under firmly.

He couldn’t breathe. He couldn’t even take a proper breath beforehand. Oliver couldn’t breathe. 

He tried kicking and scratching in the direction he thought Will was, but the other just dodged his tries and all he achieved was his head getting fully underwater.

He was let up suddenly, he coughed up water he hadn’t even noticed got into his mouth and throat.

“Fuck, I’m sorry” Will apologised, tense, not quite sincerely “I didn’t mean to-” Oli wasn’t sure what he could have replied if he could speak.

“Go back to James’ room, I can’t deal with this” he left the bathroom door open after himself and just left. 

Oliver scrambled to his feet, still soaking wet and now shaking like a leaf. 

[alexandraisyes]

*skitters in in need of nice and funky things* HOKAY. SHIPS. I am honestly open to nearly all ships due to the fact my aro-ace ass simply doesn't require them to live BUT I do have few that either sparks my interest or i think they work pretty well :3 I also go by the logic they are robots and relationships cannot be really compared to humans. Earth x Eclipse - I don't what it is with Earth cracking the harshest personalities but my god, Eclipse v4 warming up to her to the point of tolerating was a feat and sparks immense joy. Allowing Earth to hug him and hang out? Chat? Feel loved? Absolutely precious. Earth respects his boundaries and at the same time Eclipse appreciates her embracing his persona. It's just such a good premise for a slightly odd but good couple. I love it. Sun x Eclipse (many versions) - Canon divergence with Sun and Eclipse working it out? YES. Solar and his original Sun? My god please yes. Oh, what's his? Lord Eclipse and his Servant Sun? Mhm mhm yes. Excellent. So many potentials. So many ways to roll with the ship. Can be loving or spicy or unhealthy. So many choices. Nexus x Solar - do I even have to explain. I think many feels similar about this one. Nexus as new moon found his Sun, even if that Sun is eclipsed. Solar desperately needed someone to love and appreciate him. I am both friend shipping them and shipping, both works for me beautifully.

Sun x Moon - ho boi a controversial one but hey, what is the multiverse for if not ship anything you want (especially since it was even confirmed in canon that romantic DCAs are as normal and common as brotherly bonds or coworkers or absolutely hating each other). They are AIs inhibiting robotic bodies. They are synthetic beings and their understanding of bonds are different than the ones of a biological critters. They are a bundle of codes that try to understand the convoluted partnerships and roles among each other. Protective Moon and caring Sun may decide their bond is on the romantic spectrum. Cos who knows Sun better than their Moon? What is Moon without their Sun? :) Those would be the ones that stick to my brain. Thank you for making the small sharing time! I hope you have a lovely day/evening :) Cheers!

Hiii Wonszu!!! (Waving at u from my enclosure!!!)

I think that Eclipse deserves something nice. And maybe Earth could be that something nice, in the right circumstances.

They're literally my first ship (just normal SunChips) in this fandom and ough. Ough. I literally never even considered the idea of shipping the sillies until I found out that this fandom has a fucking ao3 tag. I was still mostly in the UTMV fandom when I started watching TSAMS, and my poor fandom then was burning while I was slowly jumping ship.

I think they're sweet. I don't see them as romantic myself, but I support those who do. They remind me of the relationship my brother had with his best friend.

I think the fandom is slowly getting over their whole general "every sun and moon HAS to be related and platonic" since we have people hardcore shipping Helios (dark sun) and Nexus. Not to mention the AU Sun and Moon in DoctorF's fic, Sunlo and Moonlit. They're cute. I don't see why we can't have TSAMS AUs where the dynamics are different when it's generally acceptable to ship SolarMoon as an AU. Idk maybe I'm biased, I've been shipping Sun and Moon (in general) since like immediately when Security Breach came out. I took one look at them and went "oh yes they are so fucking gay". And jadkl;fsjads it was such a lonely time when I didn't know anyone else who shipped them.

As I've already said before, I see TSAMS as just one DCA au amongst many DCA aus. Do whatever the fuck you want bro.

Ask Game - Send Me Ship Headcanons (TSBS)

[digitalcactusblog]

song ask meme!!! tagged by @hybridcitrus, thank you for the tag!!!!! >:3c i do so love inflicting my music taste on others :3c

Shuffle your on repeat playlist and list the first 10 songs, and then tag 10 people

God's Plan - Mother Mother y'all, the new mother mother album FUCKS HARD. i missed their old sound so much and it's back with this album!!!

The Glow (feat. Kimbra) - Big Data great song to blast in the car while you're driving to feel cool and also if you love heavy bass which i do :3

Kill All Your Friends - My Chemical Romance i actually only discovered this song like, recently??? by recently i mean like in the last two years, but considering i first listened to the Black Parade album like........ 10-12 years ago??? cannot believe. anyways this song gives me oc brainworms (shaoyuan my beloathed) for some fucking reason.

Astral Travel - Kikuo & Hatsune Miku i've been listening to Kikuo's stuff for a while but somehow i didn't notice that they dropped a new album?? honestly that's how it goes most of the time for me, it's always a fun surprise

Whisper - The Dear Hunter i'm kinda surprised it took 4 other songs before i hit a TDH one tbh but yeah this one!!! the migrant album was the album that got me into TDH, actually, and it's in my top 3 albums i think??? this song is especially fun to scream-sing loudly when you're feeling emotions. what emotions, you may ask? who knows! just as long as there's lots of it! just look at the lyrics cmon. also not to sing casey crescenzo's praises to the sun and back but, this man's voice. when you hit the chorus, man oh man. i love it.

The Carousel - Best Frenz & Joywave JOYWAVE joywave my beloved!!!!!!!!!! joywave's another band that i completely failed to follow along with and then suddenly i re-found some of their music, went "this is so good please tell me there's more" and then found all their albums??? and then there were NEW ALBUMS??? this is one of the tracks from one of them. this ALSO gives me tremendous oc brainworms (shaoyuan my beloathed again)

The Moments in Between - The Reign of Kindo if you like TDH, you'll probably also like the Reign of Kindo, because that's how i found them lmao. completely unrelated, if i have enough brainworms about an oc, i inevitably end up associating them with a band/multiple bands, and this band i strongly associated with tora. not even sure why!!

Burning Pile - Mother Mother wow, what a blast from the past. i used to listen to this as a sad depressed teenager!! and now i am a sad depressed adult, and i have different music i listen to, but this one still hits the same. damn. i'm such a sucker for a song that sounds happy and then you listen to the words and you're like fuck.

Ring 1 - Tower - The Dear Hunter ANTIMAI MY BELOVED. i cannot, for the life of me, decide which my absolute favourite song from the album is, because i love them all. but this one is definitely one of the top top faves. when the music slows down around the 2 minute mark?????? and the narrator in the song gets all smugly menacing?????????? and the instrumentals get all chill????????????? i simply die

Sword of Drossel - OSTER Project i think i found this track when i was in my late teens?? and then i forgot about it for a while, and then relatively recently (in the last 2 years) i had a sudden vocaloid nostalgia kick, and then i actually found this one on my streaming service and i was like oh shit???

man this was really fun!!!!! thank you again for the tag :D

i shall tag... @fangirling-phoenix @exilley @saiyanblood2 @bumble-b-goode @aboxthecolourofheartache @strawberry-hyacinth @mintchocolateleaves @artemisrockatansky @simplyaskeleton @skadren and anyone else who wants to do it!!!

[50cal-fullauto-astarion]

Hey Rags! Sorry, I just need to get this out of my system and ramble for a moment in your ask box. I just reread 'hot in Sarajevo' and I just have to tell you, how much I love the characterization of the woman in your fics. In the cod community, so many times the reader is described as cute, some sweet giggling angelic ray of sunshine (and don't get me started on all the size kink stuff...) and I can see the appeal of pairing these rough military dudes with their polar opposite, but... bro I really can't relate. ^^ I'm not cute. I'm not weak and fragile. I'm fucking 1,83m tall with a more serious bitch vibe and I'd rather die before you'll see me wearing something pink or cutesy. That's why I love Rivka so much for example! She's tough, she doesn't take anyones bullshit, but she's genuinely caring and she's a steady presence for König to rely on and hold onto when things are shitty. I can see myself so much more in her. I love to care for and pamper my man, be there for him in any situation, but I'm not your adorable little housewife...

And I hope you or anyone else won't take this as some kind of 'I'm not like the other girls' bullshit. All power to the cute and dainty ladies out there! But I just wanted to say, that I love the way you give the boys a tough and confident, but deeply caring partner in crime.

i'm so sorry for taking so long to answer this, but i've legitimately been gently holding it to my chest for the last couple of days reading and re-reading it with the BIGGEST fucking grin on my face. <3 <3

i promise, it doesn't at ALL come off as 'i'm not like other girls,' at least not to ME, bc i'm in the exact same boat, and i can't tell you how incandescent it makes me to hear that you feel a connection with rivka (who we all know is the reader i put in all of my konig fics lmao). and she, and all of my other oc's, are purposefully built they way they are bc i almost never see me when i'm reading, esp in this fandom.

like, i'm 5'7, i've got broad shoulders and hard features and big hands. i'm not small and dainty, i'm never going to be small and dainty, my bones simply won't allow it--too many generations of big men and hardy women and starvation-survival and lifetimes of working with hands went into my blood for me to be anything else. and my personality is anything but ingenue, i'm coarse and i'm loud and i can be outright cold or cruel when warranted.

i go into everything i write trying to satisfy my need to see what are considered 'unpleasant' main characters with their 'ugly' bits on full display, and the wish fulfillment of having these canon characters i love finding these sorts of physical and mental aspects not only acceptable, but borderline divine. and i am so so SO over the moon to hear that it hit those notes for you too, nonny!!! if nothing else, at the end of the day, i am writing for an audience of US, and i am so proud and pleased to do it if i accomplished my mission and it brings you the joy it brings me (((': <3 <;3 <3

[momentsofhyuka]

decode (part 3)

summary:

Being a vampire could be kind of lonely. Considering how long you’ve lived for you were set on never finding love. That being said you really weren’t expecting to fall for the human embodiment of sunshine with the world's quietest thoughts.

or: the sort of Twilight!TXT AU no one asked for

part 1. part 2. part 3. part 4. decode masterlist

paring: huening kai x reader

word count: 3.6k

genre: twilight!AU, vampire AU, strangers to lovers, slight angst, misunderstandings

warnings: cursing, injury, car accident, vampires (and all related vampire lore)

notes: so sorry the new update took so long life has been a little crazy I hope u enjoy it :)

You knew it wouldn’t be as easy as letting Kai go to the local doctor by himself. 

“Well, you should go too. You’re probably hurt as well,” Kai called to you amidst the rush of people pulling him to the ambulance. A murmur of agreements rang through the crowd although no one else was brave enough to outright tell you or motion you towards the ambulance. 

“I’m fine really. I got pretty lucky. I’ll go just to be sure but my siblings can take me, no need for the ambulance,” you flippantly waved him off already beginning to walk towards your waiting (and angry) siblings before he could try and insist you get in the ambulance again. 

You needed to be far, far away from him right now.

Approaching the cars you noted how none of your siblings decided to comment just yet, but their thoughts were doing more than enough to let you know what a major fuck up you just allowed to happen. Dejected you walk towards one of the cars only to be stopped by Yeonjun, indicating that he would drive you. Alone. Everyone else was going to take the second

car. 

Of all of your siblings he was the “oldest” or first turned, which meant that for all his teasing and playfulness he was also just as serious and authoritative. He was definitely the wrong person to piss off but from what you could sense he was more disappointed than

anything. 

Somehow that hurt worse than his anger.

You briefly glanced back at your other siblings as you got into the car with Yeonjun, receiving a sympathetic smile from Beomgyu. At least someone seemed to be on your side right now. Not that you deserved it.

The car ride to the hospital was tense and awkward. You didn’t dare speak first, not even sure what to say. You wish you could say you truly regretted saving Kai, but then you remember the relief that flooded your body when you realized he was okay and you find you don’t regret anything. 

Weirdly enough you also trusted him. You knew deep down he was not going to tell anyone what had truly happened, he would let everyone believe that you were nearby as you claimed. He was curious about you sure. A little confused and upset? Definitely. He wasn’t cruel though. 

Tuning back into the drive you went rigid as Yeonjun finally began to speak. 

“Look, I know you like this guy and honestly it’s really good to see you interested in someone. I mean it. But, you need to be more careful. This was way too close of a call. I think out of all of us you are probably the most responsible and paranoid about someone discovering our secret, which makes this so surprising. I get why you did it I really do and i won’t scold you more than this when I know you are beating yourself up enough already but please, be smart in how you handle the aftermath,” he finished, tone grim but demeanor less intimidating than before.

If you could cry, you would be sobbing by now. He was right. You did know better but also you couldn’t just let Kai get hit. You simply nodded in response giving a soft thank you as you continued to try and gather your thoughts on this whole situation. 

The hospital was just how you remembered it. Cold, boring, practically empty. The only difference was this time there was actually an ambulance bringing someone over. You caught a glimpse of a very embarrassed Kai being wheeled in, likely insisting that he’s fine. Yeonjun gestured for you guys to head in and you followed after him, eyes never leaving Kai for as long as you could see him. You were so gone for him already. Fuck.

The head doctor was actually also a vampire, and an old friend of your family’s clan. He greeted you warmly as you walked in with Yeonjun in tow, but quickly returned to his professional demeanor to check on Kai. Knowing the doctor and having the towns patrons be incredibly intimidated by your family had some perks as you were able to follow Kai to the check up area without being stopped. This probably violated some sort of patient confidentiality rule but no one was going to tell you anything. 

You heard a little commotion and turned around to find the rest of your siblings had also come. You were surprised, assuming they would’ve just gone home. “How is he?” questioned Taehyun as soon as he was within human hearing range. You shrugged in response still working through the shock of seeing them here. This left you wondering if they cared about Kai too.

Speaking of, you briefly caught Kai’s eye and were surprised to see him looking at your family in confusion. You quickly diverted your gaze.

The doctor thoroughly checked over Kai and after ensuring there was no concussion, he allowed Kai to be released with the condition of getting “plenty of rest.” 

Just as he was standing up Kai suddenly blurted out, “Are you by any chance related to their family?” He motioned towards where you all were standing, and you felt Yeonjun tense immediately. 

You could tell the doctor was surprised someone had noticed the slight similarity vampires shared as a means of luring in prey, but he handled the question well insisting that he was an old friend of the family but nothing more. He also diverted back to Kai’s health, motioning him towards the receptionist as he shot you a questioning look. 

You walked back to the lobby with your family as you waited for Kai to fill out any necessary paperwork. You don’t know why you were so anxious to see him (a lie, you knew exactly why), but you didn’t feel ready to leave just yet.

While waiting, you questioned the rest of your siblings on why they were here. They confirmed your suspicions that while mainly worried about you, they wanted to know if Kai was okay as well. This made you smile a little bit, a welcome joy in this whirlwind of a day. 

“Don’t think we aren’t going to talk about this when we get back home though,” Soobin continued, voice taking on a slightly sterner edge. You nodded having not expected otherwise, but were quickly distracted by Kai exiting the reception area and rapidly approaching you. He had a determined glint to his eyes that left you feeling unsettled. 

“Can I speak to you please? Alone,” he requested, eyes briefly flickering over to your siblings when he said alone. Caught off guard you easily followed him towards the corner, where he once again began to interrogate you on what had happened.

You had a choice to make here. You could give in a little to appease his curiosity, but that meant compromising your family even more. There was also the option of doubling down on your earlier gaslighting, something that left guilt gnawing at your stomach already. However, with your family easily within hearing distance and already upset with you, the choice was made no matter what you truly wanted to do.

“I already told you,” you began slowly, “I was right by your car I don’t know how you didn’t see me. It was pure luck I was even able to make it in time to push you away.”

“Yeah right. I know what I saw. You were across the parking lot, there’s no humanly possible way you made it to me in time. Plus you didn’t just push me away, you stopped the car with your hand ! I heard the metal crunch and everything,” he replied, suddenly a lot more agitated after your earlier claims.

“Look, all i want is the truth. I won’t tell anyone I swear but I don’t like feeling like i’m insane when there’s obviously some sort of explanation you could give,” he pleaded in a calmer fashion, confirming your earlier suspicions of his trustworthiness. He wasn’t lying either. 

You almost gave in right then and there but the looming presence of your siblings kept you in check. Feeling terrible you gave out a weak laugh and insisted that he probably did have some sort of concussion that maybe the doctor missed because he was not making sense.

His face hardened and he softly said, “And here I thought we were actually on the path to being friends,” before walking out, fed up with your lies and evasions. That was punishment enough for everything you had caused. 

Defeated, you walked back to your siblings and followed them to the cars, just wanting to get home. No one said a word the entire ride. What could be said? 

Being home wasn’t any better. Yeonjun immediately called for a family meeting and you all flocked to the dining table. Based on their thoughts you noted that they were divided in their stances. Soobin and Yeonjun were a lot more on the fence about Kai. Beomgyu and Taehyun saw this as a major setback but seemed to still be rooting for you and Kai.

“I’m sorry but it’s just so dangerous. He’s a great kid but he’s too observant. At least lie low for a little, avoid him as much as you can,” urged Yeonjun looking into your eyes pleadingly.

“That’ll be hard considering he’s my partner in Biology,” you countered, feeling defensive even if you sort of agreed with what he said. 

Beomgyu and Taehyun were offering support via their thoughts but had remained silent, letting the two eldest say their pieces. You knew they wouldn’t really say much anyways with Taehyun having seen how that would’ve played out and warning Beomgyu not to speak either to avoid a big fight.

“Look, I can feel how upsetting this all is for you just like I can feel how happy he makes you, but can we really trust him? It sucks I know, but we don’t even truly know him. What if he figures it out and runs to tell someone. That not only puts us in danger but him as well,” Soobin reasoned gently. He had a point, one you hadn’t considered.

Humans weren’t allowed to know about vampires. If anyone figured out he knew then his life was at risk. The incident with the doctor was already a close call. 

Looks like your decision was made for you yet again. “Fine, I’ll ignore him. It’s what’s best. For what it’s worth I’m sorry, I never meant to cause any of this or put us in danger I just thought I found a friend and let that cloud my judgement. It won’t happen again,” you responded, Kai’s earlier words ringing in your ears. 

The discussion was left at that and you decided to go up to your room and be alone for a while, ignoring Beomgyu and Taehyuns attempts to talk to you. 

The “good” news is that tomorrow would be a sunny day. None of you ever attended class on sunny days claiming illness or some other weak excuse that the school staff were too scared to counter. An unfortunate byproduct of being a vampire meant that the sun not only caused your skin to be reflective (as a means of luring in prey once again), but also was simply uncomfortable to endure for long periods of time. 

You didn’t have to worry about how you’d avoid Kai tomorrow since you wouldn’t even be there. Try as you might, you couldn’t ignore your brain screaming at you that he would definitely think you didn’t go just to avoid him. You needed to stop worrying about what he thought in regards to you if you wanted to succeed in ignoring him.

The rest of the night passed uneventfully, and your day off was similar. You mainly let yourself wallow in misery with the limited time you had before you were going to be forced to take on your act of indifference towards Kai. Maybe Taehyun was right, maybe you were having an emo phase. 

The following day was cloudy once again, the stormy disposition of Forks failing you. It should be easy enough to ignore Kai either way considering your grade level had a field trip scheduled to the local compost center. How thrilling. 

Both Soobin and Taehyun were in the same grade as you, with Yeonjun and Beomgyu being in the year above you. Something Beomgyu thought would be hilarious despite being turned after Soobin and thus technically younger. 

You stuck by your siblings the whole day, doing your best to blend in amongst them and not catch Kais attention. Aware of your plan they ensured at least one of them was with you at all times from the classroom to the bus.

They’re pretty successful but of course the one moment you all aren’t on top of the formations Kai takes the chance to sneak next to you. Usually you’d have some sort of warning from hearing someone’s thoughts suddenly get louder but as always, he’s the exception.  

“So what after lying to me I don’t even get an apology just the silent treatment?” he begins tone lighter than you’d expect considering all that’s happened. 

Startled you whip around to look at him and then frantically look for your siblings. You spot them trying their best to make it to you through the dense crowd of students crammed into the greenhouse. Just your luck.

Deciding it would be a smarter move to at least speak to him than pretend he wasn’t even there you let out a resigned sigh and responded. 

“I’m sorry. I didn’t lie to you but i’m sorry that things are turning out this way. Trust me it’s not what i wanted,” you pleaded a little, hoping he’d be able to read between the lines. 

Those ever curious eyes stared back at you completely unafraid of what they saw. Anyone else would’ve given up on you, too intimated or scared but right then and there you practically saw Kai make the choice to be kind to you despite your faults yet again.

His eyes softened minutely and he simply nodded saying “If that’s how it had to be then okay. I don’t really expect anything from you just please do your best not to completely shut me out.” The hopeful shine to his eyes had you forgetting all the decisions you had made just days prior. 

You gave a small smile in return and thankfully didn’t have to say more as your siblings finally caught up to you. Kai greeted them shyly and walked away, leaving you with their confused expressions. 

“What happened to ignoring him?” hissed Soobin, having heard the whole conversation. 

“What was I supposed to do just pretend he wasn’t even there. This was better damage control than complete isolation at least he’s not mad,” you countered, gesturing to where Kai was laughing with some other friends and no longer overthinking. At least for now. 

“That’s a good point. If he stayed upset or got even angrier from being ignored there’s no guarantee he would’ve really stayed quiet,” reasoned Taehyun in an attempt to support you and placate Soobin. 

Soobin ultimately agrees with you both giving out another warning to just be careful and the situation is moved on from.

The rest of the trip is uneventful and you find yourself back at the school for lunch time, experiencing no other runs ins with Kai. You somehow feel both grateful and disappointed. 

Your siblings once again waste no time filling in Yeonjun and Beomgyu on what had happened. Such gossips. 

You wince a little as Yeonjun immediately becomes upset, not buying into the flimsy reasoning you and Taehyun had pushed earlier. Just as he was about to open his mouth and say something to you, Beomgyu begins to speak. 

“I think it’s important to mention that Kai is currently drilling holes into our table with his eyes right now,” he states, tone incredibly amused. You hadn’t noticed considering you were doing your best to break your habit of checking in on Kai. 

Sure enough, when you glance over at his table, Kai is staring directly at you gaze serious but contemplative. Seems his momentary pause in overthinking was already over. You somehow find this endearing. 

Suddenly he stands, walking over to the fruit and salad bar in the cafeteria, eyes never really leaving your table. It’s almost like he was asking you to go speak with him. 

“You better go. Find a way to fix this please we can’t have him taking this much interest in us,” Yeonjun interupts, surprising you by suggesting you speak to Kai although his reasoning makes up for the confusion of the request. 

You don’t think twice about getting up and making your way over to Kai. Better to take the chance before Yeonjun changes his mind or someone else pitches in with another idea. 

Kai brightens up a little when he sees you approaching him. Seriously how is he so forgiving. 

Before he can speak you began talking, “You know you really should stop staring, some people think that’s rude.” 

“Ah yes, because you are so concerned with not being rude,” he immediately answers with a small smirk surprising you yet again. You hear your family giggling from across the cafeteria. Traitors. 

Attempting to not be phased you continue, “Seriously though, I know we talked earlier but it really is in your best interest to just forget about me.” It sounds weak even to your ears. 

“See, you keep saying these things and doing stuff to push me away yet you’re doing just as bad of a job at staying away from me,” he easily replies, smile never leaving his face. He has a point. 

You choose to remain quiet, sure that any response you can give right now he will ignore. Not that you can even think of a response to that. 

“Some of my friends are going to the beach soon, you should come with us. I want you to be there,” he continues on, not paying any attention to your warnings. 

“I can’t swim,” is stupidly the first excuse out of your mouth. 

“I can teach you !” is his immediate counter. Great. 

“I’m not really a beach person sorry,” you try again hoping he’d get the hint from the double rejection. You really do feel sorry, you’d love to spend more time with him. 

He stares at you eyes contemplating but ultimately drops the issue only to bring up something far worse. 

“Be real with me. Are you like a superhero or something?” he questions suddenly. 

You splutter in response not really sure what to say to that. You settle on a very squeaky “What?!”

“Sorry. I said earlier I didn’t expect anything from you and here I go questioning. It’s just I don’t know, it lines up a little with the heroic way you saved me,” he mumbles, embarrassed at having asked in the first place.

You stare at him in awe. All you’d done since you met him is be rude, cold, and dismissive 90% of the time and here he was calling you a superhero. Little does he know you were the furthest thing from that. He really was something else. 

“Um, it’s okay. I’m not by the way. Just clearing that up,” you awkwardly respond, deciding to remove yourself from the conversation. You give a small goodbye and rush back to your table only to be met with teasing from all your siblings. 

Even Yeonjun and Soobin weren’t that mad considering just how awkward that whole conversation was. You groan and bury your face into your arms. You were so utterly fucked. 

The rest of your classes were slow and boring, giving you plenty of time to agonize over what your life had turned into so quickly. Finally the bell rings signaling the end of the day and you begin the walk to the parking lot. 

As you’re nearing the car you spot Kai across the lot again, but this time he wasn’t alone. One of his classmates was with him clearly trying to flirt, ignoring the obvious discomfort on Kais face. 

“So, prom is coming up… we should totally go together,” she began, more of a request than a question. He gave a nervous laugh in response and the weak excuse of “being out of town” that weekend. He was a horrible liar, but he was so gentle with his rejection that the girl wasn’t even phased. You didn’t miss how his eyes briefly glanced over to you right before he answered her.

Soon after she left another of his friends approached him. You slowed down a little on your walk to the car, curious to hear more of his conversations. 

“We’re headed to the city this weekend to go shopping you have to come with us,” the friend excitedly begged. You expected another rejection but were surprised when Kai agreed, claiming he wanted to buy a book that was only available in a store downtown.

The friend seemed shocked by the easy acceptance too but wasted no time giving Kai the details of where they’d meet. This had you stopping in your tracks.

Of course Kai would be going shopping right next to the woods you and Beomgyu had decided to hunt at this weekend. Great. 

You tell your family as soon as they’re all by the car too and immediately push for a change of plans regarding the hunt. Surprisingly they all disagree claiming that you and Beomgyu will be careful enough and to not worry. 

How wrong they would come to be. 

. decode masterlist

[theycallme-thejackal]

Continuation of Joel meeting “Midge’s boyfriend”!

Pairing: Lenny Bruce & Midge Maisel Rated T

Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 3

Lenny hasn't been to a proper seder in a years.

He's not a particularly religious person. He thinks there may be a god, but with the way things were going in his life before he met Midge, he figured either God hated him or didn't exist.

Right now he's leaning toward the God-hating-him conclusion. Because Joel Maisel is sitting a few seats down the table and staring daggers into Lenny's head.

Aside from Joel, Lenny actually likes everyone here tonight. Mei is nice - a little brusque, but she keeps up. Noah is pretty cool for a spook, and his wife, though a little high-strung, is sweet and interested in the people around her. As for Moishe and Shirley, they're loud, they're obnoxious, and Lenny is ridiculously entertained by both of them.

How these two very funny, very friendly people created the schmuck Joel Maisel is beyond understanding.

Lenny doesn't get it. The guy left Midge. He's supposedly happy with his doctor girlfriend (also very nice, and she keeps up with the banter), so why is he so bothered by Midge being in a new relationship?

Shirley spoons some more tzimmes onto Lenny's plate, and he laughs. "You're all skin and bones," she reasons loudly. "We need to fatten up your tuchus."

Midge laughs. "I like his skinny tuchus," she teases, squeezing his shoulder.

Joel throws his napkin onto his plate and leaves the table, storming out of the dining room. The table collectively goes silent, a pleasant dinner brought to a grinding halt, and next to him Midge sighs. "I should - "

"No," Rose says simply. "Astrid, will you please pass the kugel?"

Astrid's face lights up, and she does as she's asked, and a short while later, the table is back to talking as though everything is normal.

Lenny leans toward Midge. "I'll be right back," he whispers, kissing her on the cheek. She smiles at him, and he goes.

He finds Joel in Abe and Rose's room, sitting on the chair in the corner and staring off into space. Lenny puts his hands in his pockets and leans on the door frame. "So...you don't like me," he starts.

Joel scoffs and doesn't look at him. "Why didn't she tell me it was you?"

"Does it make a difference whether it's me or some other guy?"

"Yes, it makes a fucking difference," Joel insists, turning his head to meet Lenny's eyes. "Because if it weren't for me, she wouldn't have even known who you were!"

At the raising of Joel's voice, Lenny steps into the room and closes the door. "You left her," he reminds him. "Did you just expect her to sit around and pine for you for the rest of her life?"

"No, I just - " Joel sighs and leans forward, resting his elbows on his knees. "I used to idolize you, man. I had - still have all your records. I used to think I was gonna be the next Lenny Bruce."

Lenny moves further into the room, sitting on the end of the bed in front of the younger man. Joel looks up at him. "I gotta ask...when did it start?"

"We've been dating about a month," Lenny answers.

"That's not what I asked," Joel responds. "I see the way you two look at each other. You're in love with her." Lenny considers denying it for a moment, but then he just nods. "When did it start?"

Lenny rubs his hand over his mouth, wishing he had a cigarette. "I fell in love with her around the time she got the Baldwin gig," he answers, and Joel looks shocked at that. "But nothing happened until November. And then I went to rehab for a couple months, and when I got back, we sort of...picked up where we left off.:

"November," Joel repeats, and after a few seconds he groans, burying his face in his hands. "So...when Pop was in the hospital. And we didn't know if he was going to die, Midge was having sex with Lenny fucking Bruce?" His voice gets a little higher at the end.

"It wasn't planned," Lenny explains evenly. "The club where she was working - "

"The Wolford," Joel interjects.

"Yeah. The Wolf was raided. I happened to be there because the last time I saw her I was...I was an ass. So I went to apologize, the place was raided, and because there was a blizzard, I had to get us to shelter."

"In your apartment. Where you had sex with my ex-wife."

Lenny considers correcting him, but decides saying his hotel room will probably sound much sleazier. "Yes," he answers instead. "Again, not planned."

"It feels like revenge," Joel admits after a long moment, and Lenny raises his brows. "Taking comedy wasn't enough, she had to pick you."

"Sorry, Joel, but you're really not my type."

Joel cracks a little bit of a grin at that. "So many of her choices feel like they're meant to take shots at me."

Lenny leans on his knees. "Okay, let's say she is taking revenge on you - hypothetically. Let's say you left, and she decided she was going to become a fantastic comic and make your comedy idol fall in love with her just so you'd have to suffer through holiday dinners with him. Could you blame her?"

"What?" Joel spits.

"You left her. And you didn't just leave, you fucking nuked your marriage. You had an affair for months before leaving a woman who took care of you and gave you two kids and made brisket to bribe Baz to give you better time slots. And you never apologized."

"I did!"

"Not according to Midge," Lenny says. "And you and I both know Midge has a mind like a steel trap." Joel deflates a little at that. "Now, if I stay here any longer, our girlfriends are gonna think you and I are having an affair, so I'm gonna just - " He jerks his thumb toward the door.

"'kay," Joel replies. "Just, uh...I just need a few more minutes."

Lenny nods. "Sure. I'm just gonna go back and try to stop your mother from fattening my ass up."

"I've seen your ass - it could use some fattening."

"Fuck you, Joel," Lenny retorts with a laugh.

"Fuck you too, Lenny."

[malottie]

1, 6, 12, 39

get asked things, dork (affectionate

welp, get your reading glasses out everyone

1: 3 things that shaped me into who i am

-1: luck. from the classic things like being born in a wealthy western country, being white (not inherently lucky but made me privileged/safer), having a relatively nice familly with no financial struggle, etc, to smaller stuff. like, it's a miracle i was never bullied in school. if it wasn't for that one person, maybe i would've died. i had free access to the internet since i was like 9, and somehow never stumbled on stuff that was inapropriate for my age

i consider myself quite lucky, despite all the hardships

-2: being trans. sorry to the people who think it's cringe when we make it our whole personnality, but it is litteraly so important. so central. i cannot fathom what i would be like if i weren't trans. that's just not the same person

-3: having weird ass parents. by that i mean that they're almost not like parents, more like... people i lived with that cared for me? i of course mean that in the sense that i don't have any special emotional attachment to them and all, but also that it doesn't feel like they raised me because they transmitted so little to me. my way of seeing the world, my hobbies, my fears, my political opinions, my general knowledge, my understanding of myself and others, my skills, i got them from, well, not them. the internet school, my friends, but not my parents. truly, i don't really know these people

6: best and worst part of being online

i've been here most of my life, so all the bad is just part of it. yes, that's where all the haters are. sure, all of the horrible things in existence can be found here. but that's also where my friends are. that's where community is. that's my only way of accessing at least 50% of what makes me happy. it has taught me so much about the world and myself, has held so many fulfilling experiences for me

if i had to choose 1 worst, i'd say transmisoginy i guess? i dunno, girl, i'm not even popular enough to get hate mail

12: a piece of advice i'd like to give

like i said in a previous post of mine i'm just 18. i'm like a baby. i feel like the least qualified person on earth to be giving advice. but i'll say one thing: advices are kinda bullshit. in essence they're opinions you think will be helpfull to someone else. but in my experience, they rarely are, especially when talking about life choices, mental health and the such. i watched hundreds of hours of self help videos, listened to people, went to therapy, and i felt like a fucking moron. i knew all the things, i had the advice, but it wasn't working. in the end, what helped me crawl out of the pit is time, love, and a bunch of stuff i'll never know about. find what works for you and ditch what doesn't; it's not because a piece of advice is true that it is helpful. searching for your solution will probably work better than just trying to apply the solutions others found

39: a youtuber i'm obssessed with

hard and specific

brennan lee mulligan? absolutely obssessed. a youtuber? not really

thegreatreview (he's french)? amazing youtuber. so fucking talented. obssessed? not really

dougdoug? obssessed by his entire cinematic universe for a while now. a youtuber? maybe 50%? it's all twitch streams highlights

john and hank green? ok i'll stop there

let's settle for brian david gilbert then, the man so nice they named him thrice. please buy his bed.

most well known for his Unravelled series on Polygon's channel, like the one about the sonic bible or the one about the smash bros osha violations, his personnal stuff is simply perfect, sometimes whimsical, like "i wish that i could wear hats" or "Pumpkin Cowboy", sometimes horrifying, like the one about the american healthcare system or "Teaching Jake about the Camcorder, Jan '97", often a mix of both, like "we like watching birds" or "earn $20K EACH MONTH by being your own boss". his comedic genius is at its best when it is also at its weirdest. he's also the guy who made the sibling dance song, i guess

[ilgaksu]

Oohhh if you're still doing these: 🤲 and 🧠 (for Hei Xiazi)

Good luck with work proposal things, or if I'm late: I hope it went well!

i am absolutely still doing these!!! i'll keep doing them as long as people keep asking them <3

from these fic writer asks

🤲 Would you please share a snippet of a wip?

(from in me is where the horror is, a wip fic with gender dysphoria, smut, and cohen's 7 monster theses as they apply to xie yuchen)

Look at him, he wouldn’t know what to do with a dick if he was given a diagram, he heard one mercenary say, pure as the driven fucking snow or some shit, and that was safer, among this sort of company, not to correct the assumption: to be viewed as hermeneutically sealed. Honestly, Xie Yuchen sort of found it funny. When the same man died the next day, Xie Yuchen simply stepped over the body and kept going onwards towards the real goal. 

Recently, at least he’s been able to sit next to Hei Xiazi while listening to the bragging of some minor asshole about some girl in some city somewhere, and been able to tell in the rising corner of Hei Xiazi’s mouth that they both heard the exaggerations. 

“Bet you fifty yuan he can’t find a clitoris with a map,” Hei Xiazi murmurs, or something along those lines, every time, his whole body a comforting press along Xie Yuchen’s side; and then he laughs, delightedly, when Xie Yuchen hands him the money on the spot. 

“Don’t be absurd, Xiazi,” he replies, low in his ear. “He’d have to believe it was real.” 

🧠 Pick a character, and I’ll tell you my favorite headcanon for them.

Ohhh, I mean, I think the obvious favourite headcanon of mine is Hei Xiazi as a medical student in Weimar Republic Germany. When I first started in the fandom, I hadn't seen any ideas really situating him there in English, and I actually do very little historical research for it - 1920s Europe is already an interest, so I know a lot of it by heart. I also lived in Germany very briefly. I think the upheaval and insecurity of Weimar Germany really fit with Hei Xiazi's sense of being dragged forward through eras and forced, like the Roman curse, to live in interesting times. I don't consider Mongolian Hei Xiazi a headcanon, because it is canon, but I am also very partial to my headcanon that he is the son of a concubine or second wife, and so grew up in a household answering to his own biological mother and to the first wife of his father.

I also think it's worth noting that I consciously chose to diverge from canon and have him going blind as the result of a then-unknown eye condition before he becomes immortal. He's already Hei Xiazi in mine, down to being blind, by the time immortality comes to get him. That was important to me. I don't dispute authorial choices and I don't presume to know the intent behind them, but honestly, as a reader and creator, I'm tired of disability in media being the result of something mystical or otherworldly. Disability is the most ordinary thing in the world; it's the biggest minority in the world, which anyone can join at any point in their lives, and if they're lucky to live a long life likely will. (I have a lot of other feelings about why I picked this so if you ever want to know, you can always ask, I just don't want to go off on my finely-crafted Hei Xiazi and Disability soapbox for too long unprompted.)

However, I'm going to pick something smaller: the headcanon that Hei Xiazi was 36 when he had his first sexual experience with another man is my favourite for him, especially when you remember that I write him as having been sexually active, on and off, from the age of 17. It's important for me to honour the queer experience as one that can feel like you're racing to make up for lost time, or one with a delayed start, but also for a character who I conceive of as so fiercely and unashamedly queer by the point we meet him in canon to have had an implied period of self-reckoning. For me, Hei Xiazi is a character who wants to appear effortless and yet all of it is very, very earned, and this for me was both a first hint of that to readers in my work and also a first hint of that to Xie Yuchen.

[balladofthewhitehorse]

1, 17, and 29 for your Wales!

Thank you so much for your ask! Once again, always appreciated <3 1. What’s the worst thing they’ve done for revenge? (Jesus, way to send in a hard hitting ask...thank you so, so, so much for this, I *love* writing angst and moral greyness, thank you for watering my crops). Wales never held anything back. From the get-go, they've seen invasion after invasion, the chipping of their borders and the rise of the one true King of Wales; Some call them soft, but Wales is patient and Wales is *surprisingly* wrathful. Wales has not told a soul this, but once they sought out their brother in the midst of the 100 Years War - and put an arrow through his chest. England, is not aware. Wales alone knows this, and these days, they consider it more petty than anything. They consider themselves above such things as the eldest of the Brits, and have not since done something quite so as backhanded (granted, they've still *fought* against England many times, favouring a strategy of rushing forward to harry the English army before retreating, tiring them out, but that is quite a bit different to putting an arrow through the guy who you're *technically* fighting on the same side as's back. I also want to point out they've done more *harsh* things in revenge, but Wales considers this the worst simply for how back-handed it was - and more devastating in comparison). (this is subject to change, as I need to iron out more of Wales' backstory - given that Welsh history is a delightful cocktail of kingdoms and so on and so forth.) 17. Are they a hugger? Undoubtedly. Wales' mother died a long time ago. For a long time, it was just them (and Ireland, though back then, Ireland had a tendency to cross the sea to raid. Survival was considered more necessary and Wales was more frustrated by Ireland back then). However, as time went on, she was more and more *aware* of others around her, the growth of new countries, new kingdoms. And she *liked* meeting new people. Until she didn't. Until it meant only more trouble, more politics, more *fighting* when really she just wanted some peace and quiet. So when they *find* that peace, Wales cannot help but cling tightly to it, wrapping it in a hug. And that peace, for goodness sake's, just *has* to be their messed up, fucked up, twisted - but damnably *important* family. 29. Are they more spontaneous or do they prefer a schedule? Wales goes with the flow, and their schedule - however incorporeal it is - is something that they stick to subconsciously. They do things on a whim and yet, they dislike spontaneity. The way their mind works is that Wales does what Wales wants, and they prefer to be given a heads up if there's anything else going on. So, spontaneous on their own terms, I'd say. Schedules for everything else. No, Wales would not like impromptu social calls, thank you very much, please call them 3 business days ahead of time <3