#there are some interesting responses in here

[matchingbatbites]

Explicit | 2k words | First time blowjob + Getting together

Found this in my drafts and finished it off. I know this is inspired by a post but I cannot find it.

"Can I blow you?"

Eddie freezes where he's unpacking his bag at the Harrington dining table, the first to arrive for tonight's D&D session. He blinks before turning to look at Steve, who is leaning casually in the doorway like he hadn't just offered Eddie the chance to live out one of his frequent fantasies.

"I'm sorry, can you repeat that? I think my ears stopped working for a second there."

Steve rolls his eyes and crosses his arms, his hip popping out in that bitchy way that makes Eddie want to bite him. "Can I blow you?" he asks again, this time with more emphasis, and yeah, Eddie heard him right the first time.

Eddie says "What's with the sudden interest, Stevie?" which he thinks is a valid question, considering the fact that Steve has never shown any inclination towards any dick, let alone Eddie's. He'd gotten confirmation of such when he came out to Steve a couple months ago and received a prompt "Oh cool. You can talk to me about boys if you want, but I don't know how much help I'll be."

The Steve in front of him exhales sharply, clearly holding back a bitchier response as he replies "Do you want a blowjob or not, man?"

It only takes Eddie half a second to answer yes, because even if this is some fever dream, there's no way he's going to turn down the man he's been crushing on. All the more reason to agree, honestly.

"Here?" Eddie asks, and Steve shakes his head.

"Upstairs, in case one of the kids shows up early."

Right, of course.

Eddie follows Steve up to his room, where the other boy shuts and locks the door behind them before he's pushing Eddie up against the solid surface.

There's no build up, no easing into it; no needy kisses or teasing touches like Eddie would expect from Steve Harrington. Steve just drops to his knees and starts on Eddie's belt, and all Eddie can do is watch as the hottest guy he knows pulls down his pants and boxers just enough to expose him.

Steve's eyebrows shoot up and his face flushes pink as he takes in Eddie's dick for the first time. Eddie's too distracted by how pretty Steve is to ask if he likes what he sees, and Steve doesn't say anything as he wraps his hand around the shaft, seeming to get a feel for it. Eddie is only about half-chubbed, but begins to rapidly approach rock hard as Steve swipes his thumb over the piercing that sits below the head.

"Did that hurt?" Steve asks, voice thick with something, and Eddie shrugs.

"Yeah. Made jacking off pretty tough for a while."

Steve hums in response and finally gives it a proper stroke, and Eddie groans low, even though it's a bit drier than he'd like. The other boy must realize the same thing, because he pulls his hand back and - fuck - spits in it before he's grabbing Eddie's dick and trying again.

It's much better, and Eddie hums encouragingly as Steve jerks him off, his eyes focused on the head that's getting redder and redder as Eddie's dick hardens. Eddie bites his lip as he watches Steve focus on his task, as he speeds up and slows down, trying a few things out.

Eventually Steve leans in and licks over the tip, pulling another groan from Eddie, and it's like Steve suddenly remembers that the dick in his hand is actually attached to a person. He looks up at Eddie, his gaze swirling with wonder and desire as he takes the head into his mouth and sucks.

"Fuuuuck, Stevie," Eddie groans, unable to keep his mouth shut at the sight before him. "Look like a fuckin' dream on your knees for me, baby."

Steve shudders at the praise and pulls back to mouth at the piercing, and Eddie desperately needs to know if Steve has done this before, because if not then he's a fucking natural. He clocks every one of Eddie's reactions and abuses the knowledge, tongue flicking the piercing or lips suckling on the tip. It's not long before he takes more into his mouth, sinking down onto Eddie's cock as far as he can before pulling back with a wet noise.

He quickly finds his rhythm, bobbing on Eddie's dick like he's done it a hundred times, and Eddie gives up on trying to be cool about this whole thing. He pushes his hands into Steve's hair and pulls him closer, forcing more of his dick into Steve's mouth.

"Tap my leg if you need to stop," Eddie says as he gives a shallow thrust into that wet heat. Steve just moans, eyes fluttering as he lets Eddie guide him, his hands grabbing Eddie's jeans and holding on as Eddie fucks into his mouth.

Eddie tries to be careful; he doesn't want to hurt Steve, but the boy is just so beautiful with tears welling up in his eyes and a pink blush staining his skin. He snaps his hips, pushing the head of his dick into Steve's throat just enough to hear him choke, and Steve winces at the intrusion but doesn't tap out.

Eddie croons a soft "That's it, baby. Such a good boy, taking my dick so well," and Steve's reaction is even stronger than before, the way he melts into the encouragement even more obvious. It makes Eddie want to shower Steve in praise, to smother him with it, so he never doubts how perfect he is.

"Look at me, Stevie," he commands, and when Steve's eyes lift to meet Eddie's - glossy with unshed tears and a bit unfocused - it's enough to push Eddie right to the edge.

"Fuck, I'm-"

Eddie yanks Steve off and strips his dick in quick strokes until he's coming, shooting his spend over Steve's beautiful, dazed face. He takes just a second to catch his breath before he drops to the floor and kisses Steve hard, smearing his cum between their lips. Steve whines into it as he kisses back, and Eddie blindly reaches down, searching for the hard line of Steve's dick in his pants.

Instead, his hand meets a damp spot, and Eddie breaks the kiss so he can look down to confirm his suspicion.

"Holy shit, Steve. Did you come in your pants just from sucking me off?"

"I'm, uh- just as surprised as you are," Steve says, his voice a little scratchier than it was before. "I wasn't expecting to enjoy that as much as I did."

Fuck. Eddie forgot about this part. The part where Steve admits that he just wanted to see what it was like and figured Eddie was the perfect candidate for his little experiment. Eddie doesn't mind, really, not when this whole scenario has been kind of a dream come true, but that doesn't mean it's going to hurt any less.

They're interrupted by the sound of footsteps approaching, followed by a rapid knocking on the door. "Steve! You in here? Eddie's stuff is here but we can't find him!"

Fucking Dustin.

"Yeah, me and Steve are here!" Eddie replies. "We're talking about something, I'll be down in a sec!"

Dustin gives a "Hurry up, man!" through the door, and Eddie shakes his head as he listens to him walk away. He stands and helps Steve move from the floor to the nearby desk chair.

"I'll, uh. Go grab you a towel," he says, and Steve nods.

Eddie quickly fixes his pants before heading to the bathroom across the hall. He splashes some water on his face to help get rid of the flush, then wets a washcloth while keeping an ear out for any wandering children. The coast seems to keep clear as he goes back, and a shiver runs down his spine at the sight of Steve, who had slipped off his bottoms while Eddie was gone.

Fuck, Eddie would love to get his mouth on that cock.

He passes Steve the cloth and just stands there as he wipes off his face, then his dick, unable to look away.

"So, uh. Where did that come from?" Eddie can't help but ask, his curiosity winning out over his self-preservation. Steve looks up at him and blushes, even the tips of his ears going pink.

"Um. Dustin was ranting to me last week, talking about how you're always so strict with everyone during your games, and he thought— Well, he thought if you got laid you might go easier on them."

Eddie blinks, absorbing the information for a moment. "Did he… ask you? To do this?"

Steve shakes his head and moves to the dresser to grab a clean pair of sweatpants.

"No, that was— that was all me. It just popped into my head, like Hey, I could do that, and it just wouldn't go away. I thought I could at least ask, and if you said no, then it wouldn't be a big deal."

So, it's exactly what Eddie thought. "Right. Yeah. You were just— trying it out with someone you know, got it." Eddie turns and pushes his hands into his hair, tugging on it a bit. Stupid pretty boys and their stupid eyes, making Eddie feel things when all he is is a placeholder, an experiment.

Steve makes a soft noise and grabs Eddie by the arm. Eddie relents as Steve turns him back around so he can look at him. "Eddie, that wasn't— Yeah, okay. I didn't really like, think about it before Dustin brought it up. But I know I like being around you, and I know I liked that, so maybe— If you like me, maybe you'd be willing to give me a shot?"

He looks so earnest, so hopeful, those hazel eyes wide and wanting. There's no world in which Eddie would even want to turn him down. Instead he takes Steve's hand and rubs his thumb over Steve's knuckles. "If I liked that, he says. Like it wasn't a fucking dream come true."

Steve breaks into a beaming smile and steps closer. "Oh yeah? Dream about that often?" he asks, and Eddie rolls his eyes a little even as he sways into Steve's space.

Cocky motherfucker.

"Do I dream about the hottest guy I've ever seen giving me a blowjob like he was made for it? Yeah, might have happened once or twice, baby."

Steve huffs and closes the gap between them, pressing their lips together in a chaste, achingly sweet kiss. Eddie hums into it and moves his free hand to Steve's hip, his fingers just slipping under the hem of his shirt. S

Before they can do anything more, a banging comes from the door behind them, along with an annoyed "Can you two hurry up?! We need to get started if we want to finish on time!"

Eddie makes a mental note to kill Dustin's character tonight as he turns, still holding on to Steve. "Have some fucking patience, Henderson! Go back downstairs before I make you roll with disadvantage all night!"

Dustin squawks a "What?! That's not fair!" and Eddie just rolls his eyes while Steve presses his face to Eddie's shoulder, muffling his laughter.

"Now, Dustin!"

Dustin grumbles but stomps off, and Eddie wraps his arms around Steve's waist. "Something funny, Stevie?"

Steve shakes his head. "I just think it's funny that this whole thing happened because Dustin thought you were being too hard on them, but it's looking like you'll be even worse now."

"Oh yeah," Eddie says with a grin. He gives Steve another quick kiss and says "I'm gonna be a monster now, because instead of being up here kissing you, I have to go listen to them argue for hours."

"You love them," Steve counters, and yeah, Eddie does. "You better go before they decide to break the door down."

Eddie nods and reluctantly pulls away. "We, uh. We can talk more about this later, but for now— Boyfriends? Maybe?"

Steve beams and nods. "Yeah. Boyfriends. Now go have fun."

[daydreamgoddess14]

The Reading Rooms

What a week 😩 ngl, it's been shit, but the wonderful works below and my own little tippy tapping has kept me going.

I made a Masterlist of previous weeks if that's helpful 😘

Always remember to heed the warnings posted by the individual authors. What I'm happy to read may not be what you're happy to read, so I take no responsibility if you find something you're not into.

And finally, Tumblr is a community. Reblog, gush like you've never gushed before - I promise you, the authors below will love it, and love you for it! We write because we love to, but we share our work because we love the community of it. If you read something you like, let the world know! 💕

The List

This week, I finished the Menu mini-series 😢 AND I also finished a Chris Beck one-shot - By Another Hand - literally no idea if anyone is still interested in reading about our space boyfriend, but throw me some love if you are. I totally wrote it for myself, but sharing's caring... as you'll see in the fic 😏 - it'll be out on Friday.

In other news, @ramp-it-up is celebrating 5k followers with an epic #PraiseMe5k. I know we're all eager to please 😏 so let's create some super hot works to celebrate!

Now onto the fics that kept me somewhat sane this week!

Bucky Barnes

I've literally only read Bucky this week. Sorry not sorry.

Declassified continues to blow my mind. @dreamwritesimagines is throwing out chapters so fast and when I tell you they are all INCREDIBLE?!?! Like, just amazing. I am so fixated by this story. I'm obsessed with Birdie. Bucky is just 🤌 perfection. It's amazing. This absolutely MUST be on your reading list. Chapter 5 AND Chapter 6 both out this week and you need to get the notifs as well because the headcannons and thought that Dee is putting into this is nothing short of amazing.

@buckyseternaldoll (Elle) deserves ALL of your love this week. Blow up her blog with kindness and sweet thoughts. She's not only blessed us with He Feels Everything (ummm... WILD! And also wonderful!), Mirror Me (fucking hot)... y'know what? Just... here's the Masterlist - thank me later 😘 Not a miss in there, every single one a banger.

Fault Lines by @cheekybarnes is SO good. I am STILL thinking about this line: “Then put on some boots and meet me at the barricades instead.” I adore supportive Bucky 🥰 AND while we're on with Ash, you also need to read Promise without Ceremony which was just the most divine thing ever. Heartbreaking, uplifting, romantic... perfection.

Busy by @aquaticmercy is another smash. So cute, so sweet. Daddy Bucky makes me want to bite things.

Late Night by @materia-girl88 was sooo yummy!! I too am feral for the tank top and the slicked back hair.

Hoooooly shit. Holy shit. You must, must read @ramp-it-up's FMK. You have to. The dialogue? The BIKE? The praise 😩 I need to devour DJ's entire Masterlist. You do too - go on, you know you want to!

Pain Pills and Confessions is SUCH as sweet little thing by @orellazalonia. Super cute! Also - Date Prank so really cute and funny!!

@marvelwitchergilmore strikes again! Compromised Positions is sooo good you guys! It's the fake marriage real love story I needed this week. Amazing!

Close Quarters by @samazing0831 is lovely. No expectations, no demands, just a quietly lovely and wonderful Bucky 🥹

The One that Got Away by @writing-for-marvel - part 2 also linked - absolutely heartbreaking. Seriously, bring tissues, you'll need them!

Thin Walls by @makehydrafictionagain was SO much fun!! And of course, now I have Bed Chem on repeat 🫡

Eyes Don't Lie by @buckysleftbicep - holy shit this was hot. Like, so hot. I need him biblically.

A soft, sweet morning with Bucky by @readreidsworld - so lovely!

Darling @navybrat817 blesses us once again with a soft, sweet daddy to be Bucky 🥰 Make It or Break It

Dancing with Bucky at a wedding? 🙏 @eternalnoble makes it so in Table 11

Drunkin Love and the whole gang is here?! Sign me up! I loved this so much @korraven!!

A Night from the Past by @barnesonly - bow down, this was EXCELLENT! So, so excellent! 🙌

Courting by @inkdrinkerworld is peak romantic Bucky. He's so smooth! Ugh, I just love him so much!

every time the sun comes up by @swordgrace is so gorgeous and beautiful. The sweetest, softest smut with Bucky.

@thunderbolt-ing has written I Can't Do It Alone - three parts linked within, all of them are so, so great. I could just devour Congressman Barnes. Like, I need to nibble on that man.

And making the cut because HOW could I leave this one out - Sunny, the amazing @sunday-bug has written daddy Bucky who's also feral for his gorgeous wife and this was so hot and so wonderful and can this be real life please? I LOVED Time To Get Busy 🤌

No misses on this list, lads. Feast your eyes and get your reblogging fingers ready!

[bigfatbimbo]

Romance is Boring! 𓂃⋆.˚

Bill Dickey/Reader,, 3.5k words

a/n — this takes place both years after pilot!Bill, and years before epilogue!Bill… does that make sense?

warnings — fem!reader, bill being the worst, fake dating, sexual tension and suggestive themes, bills character is exaggerated for comedy, slurs

summary — Your asshole ex from high-school hosts a party to celebrate his return from college. It just so happens both you and Bill can benefit from this event. Here’s the catch: To fit in properly, you both need a date.

“So there’s this party—shit, come on!“

The door swung hard shut in Bills face. “Go away, geek,” you announced happily to the piece of wood dividing you and the talking zit at your door.

“Yeah, real smart coming from you, burnout!” his foot kicked hard at the base of the door as he muttered something about the ‘female species’ and notably going beyond the quota of usage for the word ‘cunt.’

You watch curiously from your window as he balls his fist up, ready to knock again, but retreats and runs it through his hair instead. He stomps down the staircase with fury, before halting in your driveway to mentally kick himself.

He ends up back at the door; “Hello y/n,” his teeth are gritted as his eyes squint with passion filled hatred in your direction. “How’s about a party tonight?”

“No—“ you begin to close the door again but his foot catches in the doorway.

“Jesus christ, bitch! Will you just— okay, here’s the deal: We can help each other out here,” he adjusted his glasses. 

“Fuck, Bill. Can’t your little band of misfits help you out with this?”

“They don’t help with shit already, and besides—” he sighs and pitches his forehead, “—tonight I need… a date.”

A pause.

“…a date?”

“Yes.”

“To a party?”

“Yes! For fucks sake, do you need a dunce cap to go with those questions?” He looked visibly upset, as if the idea of going out with you was just as embarrassing as you with him.

It wasn’t; given, you weren’t cool by any means. In fact, that is most likely what brought him to your place of all other woman he scarcely knew. Maybe that, and you were walking distance. 

“What could I possibly get out of this?” You walk off to the kitchen, away from him.  He must have not liked this dismissal, judging by the way he jumped to follow you.

You take a coke out of the fridge, as you wait for a response. 

An embarrassing sinister smile forms on his face, crinkling the side of his lips upward and cradling vibrant acne in its creases. “Senior Math class, guy who sat in front of you, familiar?” 

“Unfortunately, let’s say we’ve been acquainted. He’s having a party after high-school’s ended? And moreso, how the hell did you get invited?” you pause and take a swig of your coke. 

“Well—“

“Not interested. Take some advice, though: when they announce you queen of the ball, make sure to look out for any buckets of blood.”

“Don’t be stupid, tit-for-brain, geeks like me are completely forgotten after high-school,” he paused. “Unlike you. In my case, let’s just say I have a bone to pick with his little brother. But I need a date to get into that faggy frat boy’s ‘i actually did college’ party.” 

“Dunno, william. Gremlins like you aren’t supposed to be out after midnight,” your eyes roll.

“Wet; Gremlins are not supposed to get wet after midnight,” he corrected before registering. “And shut the hell up! Can’t you see what kind of opportunity i’m giving you?

“A chance to get back at your brainless, brawnfest ex.”

In the end, the nerd was right: You were recognized at the door, while Bill was not. Suppose it was necessary.

The plan was simple, while Bill was off doing his thing, (suspiciously involving a nine year old), you would sneak a laxative or more into your ex’s drink. Basically, once inside the party, you and Bill had no need for each other’s company.

“Okay, Bill. I guess this is where I’ll wish you luck with your freaky side-quest, and—“ you notice Bill staring intently at you, well, parts of you. “Hey space cadet, point all four of your eyes up here.”

You flick his forehead, and he winces. “Oh fuck you! You���re the one wearing the low-cut, slut face. And yes, i’m pleased to say now is the time for us to be going our separate ways.”

You sneer. He talked like he was presenting a project, constantly. Good riddance, Bill.

Sweet relief flooded in, your BO flavored companion began to walk away.

“Hey y/n,” someone shouted from the other room. “Come show off your new boyfriend!” Their words hit like a dart to a balloon, and from the look of it, both you and Bill felt the pop.

For a moment, neither of you did anything. “Did your zit-puss leak into your brain? Walk, moron,” You murmur in Bills direction.

“Well, why don’t you walk! Are your tits weighing you down or something?”

Awkwardly, you shuffle towards the living room, and the smiles from the people at the party shit into grimaces when they set eyes on your ‘new boyfriends’ face.

God, Bill was ugly. His face was speckled enough to chart zodiac sign; a galaxy with stars that ooze. If he was making an attempt to come off welcoming, it wasn’t working. His face was sweat plastered, moistly shrink-wrapped in oil around his half smile. Even his lips were chapped, resembling the dehydrated surface of crater.

“So…” one faceless party-goer starts. You try to place her face; sophomore biology? no.. forensics class? “When did you guys meet?”

You look at Bill uncomfortably, locking eyes. It’s just like roleplaying, you think at him, as if someone your brain waves will link-up into one voiceless conversation.

Whatever, you hope he gets it. 

“Uhm… we met in—“ you think back to highschool, “—algebra.”

“But our paths crosses again after graduation,” Bill chimed in, arms crossed. His eyes darted to the staircase as if he had better things to do, and his forehead got visibly sweatier. Still, He got it.

The conversation continues on in a lack-luster flow. People didn’t seem to really want to know about you and Bills relationship, probably for a number of reasons: Bill wasnt very like-able, and he wasnt the man of the hour by any means. 

At some point people stopped paying attention to you or your new ‘boyfriend,’ and Bill gestures you to follow him out of the room and into a hallway. 

“So far, this party has been an absolute failure,” Bill rubbed his forehead as he seethed. “I haven’t spotted one successful attempt at finding your prey from you, and i’m nowhere closer to getting my action figure back from that little shit-heads room.”

“Okay, well I want it to look natural when I— Hold on, your here for an action figure?” You interrupt yourself.

Bill flushes, ears reddening at your judgmental tone, “Yes, shithead… he got the last wolverine collectible at Joe’s comic book shop.”

“Oh my god,” you roll your eyes. “He’s seven!You’re absolutely pathetic, you know. I wish I could just go back out there and tell everyone I would never date a loser, stink-breath like you.”

Bill stepped closer while stuttering with his words, clearly offended. “Like i’d ever date some whore-bag who doesn’t know a worth it collectible when she sees one! You are clearly some… some.. know-nothing idiot.”

His finger points in your face aggressively and you can feel his breath on your cheek. God, he was really getting all up in your business.

Out of the corner of your eye, someone enters the hallway. A blurry figure at first, you crane your neck to the side to make the familiar silhouette out. Is that? Shit… Yeah. It’s him.

“All right, Billy, cool it. I still have to look like i’m your date, remember?  Not your accomplice,” you keep an eye on your ex as he walks down the hallway, shoulders swinging from side to side in his suffocatingly confident way. 

Getting too close for comfort now.

“Jesus,” Bill rolls his head back in exasperation. “How are we even supposed to do that, anyways?”

Alright, you had to act fast. He definitely spotted you by now.

“Like this.” You grab Bill by the collar and slam him against the wall as your lips collide with his. The kiss is bad: His lips feel rough and scratchy on yours, and it’s clear he has little experience because he doesn’t even fully reciprocate it. Instead, he just rests against the wall, letting it happen. 

You turn your head to help adjust your position and make it more comfortable for both of you, as your lips stay locked on his. His hands begin to rest on your neck, daring to pull you in closer as you continue to lead. 

A clatter of water and plastic hit the floor, and you break away, loosening your clutches on Bills shirt but not letting go. 

“Oh my god, No way!” you say with false enthusiasm, “How longs it been?”

Bill stays against the wall, sweaty palms resting against the wallpaper to steady himself as he tries to stop his knees from shaking. 

“Uh..” Your ex says, dazed. Most likely, he’s so caught off guard because of the unwilling punch he just took to his ego. From him to Bill, really?

You smile and let your gaze fall to the cup on the ground. “Oh shit, your punch. Here, me and Billy will go around the corner and grab you a new glass.”

“Nah, you—“

You grab Bills hands and pull him towards the kitchen. “It’s no biggie, just stay close,” you address Bill now, “Come on, baby. Can’t keep the man waiting.”

Once in the kitchen you get a chance to look at Bills stunned face: His hair is even messier than before, stuck to his forehead with sweat in parts, and his glasses were slanted, crooked across his face. His mouth fell slightly open, beads of your saliva hydrating the bottom lip like water to a garden, shining in the dim party light. His eyes were wide and confused. 

“That was.,” he said slowly, “For show.”

“Yeah, duh,” you quickly poor punch into a cup, and ready the laxatives. “Dude, you’re acting like you’ve never kissed anyone before.”

Bill said nothing.

“Oh my god…. you haven’t!” You exclaim with delight. “Aw, I was your first!?”

“Would you shut the hell up?” Bill hissed, eyes focusing. “I’ve kissed plenty of chicks before, okay?”

For whatever reason, something about Bills exasperation made your hatred soften. His embarrassment was so distinctly warm and human, it almost melted your cold attitude into playful teasing. 

You spike the drink and shake it around, mixing. “Uh-huh,” you say dismissively. “I can’t believe that was your first. Definitely not my best work.” 

“Open your ears, slutbag! I just said—“

You pick the drink off the table, “Okay, I have to go give this to the beef-cake, really fast. I’ll tell him you went to the bathroom, or something. You should go do your thing before shit goes down and we have to leave.”

Bill blinked, “Yea— And I was just about to say that if you let me finish. Asshole.”

You smile; he was kinda cute flustered. 

He starts to walk away but you pull his chin your direction and wipe the lipgloss from his upper lip. His eyes dart away and you feel his face heat up.

“Alright, Alright, enough already!” He waves his hands to shoo you away. Right before he exists the room you call him back.

“Wait Bill, real quick,” You smile at his annoyed expression, “You might wanna fix that boner before you do anything.”

You slam the car door as you throw yourself into the drivers seat. Your keys scratch around the slot before jamming it in, hearing your engine kick on with mild protest. 

Craning your head out the window you holler over to Bill, who’s making a less than graceful exist, tripping down the stairs of the porch and picking himself back up again.

“Haul ass, four-eyes,” You yelp with irritation, “Take a second longer and odds are, we’ll be chased out of here with pitch forks.” 

“Never tell me the odds!” 

Bill slams into the side of the car, action figures held safely in his armpit. Looks like he took a little more than he needed too. 

The focus of the night bursts out of the door, clutching his stomach in pain and pointing at your car, “That little twerp jacked my brothers room, and went through my mom’s underwear drawer!”

You shoot him a look as you shift into drive.

“Drive woman, drive!” He exclaimed, voice cracking.

You floor it, and both you and Bill lean back into your seats as the car takes off. You think you hear Bill yell something at the partygoers out the window, but you can’t hear over the wind hugging the sides of your car as you speed.

He sits back in his seat with an almost manic laughter. You look over, almost concerned, and borderline annoyed, but the feeling fizzles when you see how genuinely happy he looks at his accomplishment.

“Idiot poser brat thinks he can get thinks he can get the best of me?” He snickers to himself, “Well no one can get the best of the Bill Dickey!”

His shrieking laugh boomed again, as your tires squealed to a halt in front of Bills house. Subtly, his laughter slows as he realizes his surroundings, fizzling into unsure chuckles.

He clears his throat. “So,” his tongue clicks, “I guess this is where our time together ends for good.” 

For a moment, he almost looks sad. It dawns on you that he might be hesitant to say goodbye, seeing as you realistically won’t be in contact after this. You know he doesn’t like you, and you don’t really like him. That being said, no matter how sociopathic someone is, they could still be lonely.

It’s possible the little psycho’s mildly attached to you after the night. After all, you were his first kiss. How long has it been since he’s gotten any attention from anyone?  You almost feel a pang of pity. 

No, you don’t like him; but it isn’t his fault he’s like this. And tonight, he was almost fun.

“Yeah,” You agree dimly. “I guess… thanks for the revenge?”

A small smile plays on his lips, probably remembering his victory, as he goes to open the car door. He frowns: the door is locked.

“Uh—” he starts, rubbing the back of his neck.

“Bill, one more thing before you leave,” you gesture him closer to you, “Lean in.”

He rolls his eyes, “Fuck, fine. But make it quick, they’re doing Star Trek re-runs on the sci-fi channel tonight— mmph!”

You grab his face, slamming your lips on his once again. This time, you’re quicker to adjust your position, turning to the side the make the kiss gentler and less teeth-filled. Bill melts into you, as his he’d been hungry for another taste. His chapped lips almost gnaw at yours, clearly more confident upon the second try. He shuffles forward in his seat to bring himself closer to you, and your hands go into his hair, taking hold of a greasy lock as you lead the kiss.

Bills tongue shoots haphazardly into your mouth, trying to claim dominance. Judging by cockiness, he probably thinks he will succeed, but unfortunately for Bill, he is a terrible kisser. His spit plasters the side of your mouth as he lays into you.

You break away but you don’t go far, face still close to Bills. “Slower, Bill, jesus. You’re not eating a hamburger, you’re kissing a chick,” your thumbs wipes the spit from the bottom of his lip. “Be gentle, it’s like dancing; follow the flow. Like this.”

Your hands bring Bill back in by the neck, and your lips collide with a slow, wet smack. Your tongue slips into his mouth as you deepen the kiss, and you caress the back of his head lovingly. He shivers. 

Begrudgingly, he goes with your rhythm. Clearly, he’s embarrassed by his lack of control, because he remains quiet, not breaking the kiss to degrade you or bring himself up. His defenses are down and this is new territory. That, or his raging hard-on is getting to his head.

Of course, he’s still thinking it. 

“Is that good for you, wise one?” He spit at you, his ego slightly bruised from the need for your guidance.

“I know you’re trying to be a dick, four-eyes, but that actually was better,” You say, honest.

His eyes dart away for a moment, face flushing, before going back in. 

“You’re doing very good,” you whisper as your lips fall on his again. To your surprise, a noise falls out a Bill at that, as he whimpers into the kiss. 

Your hand reaches over, rubbing his thigh sweetly, as he whines in response. Vaguely, you can hear the sound of smacking lips, as you shuffle in your seat towards him, feeling for your seatbelt.

“Shit,” you curse when you can find it. Breaking away, your turn around to unhook yourself, enabling you to take this ordeal a step further. 

“Okay—“ you sigh turning around, but cutting yourself short when you turn back to Bill. He was hunched over, checking his watch.

“Uh… what are you doing?” you half laugh.

He blinks at you. “Um, no nothing— it’s fine,” he begins frantically fiddling with the notches on your car’s radio. “I think there might be a radio broadcast too.,” he trails off.

Oh my god, your head falls back on your car seat. The fucking star trek marathon. 

“Unbelievable,” you snap. “Get the hell out, Bill.”

Bill’s face falls, focus faltering. “What?. You aren’t serious, are you?”

You take the car out of park and unlock the door, resting your foot on the gas and turning away with your elbow on the window. Truth be told, your ego was hurt more than your feelings. Of course the little geek would choose his spaceship show over loosing his virginity. That’s fine with you, but you don’t want him in your car. 

He scoffs, crossing his arms. A sneer falls on his face, “Jesus, women. God, could you be any more sensitive?!” 

“Oh my god, get the fuck out of my car, you mouthbreathing prude!” You shoot back.

Bill upbrubtly opens the door, before leaning back in with his pointer finger directed at you; “You’re a fucking tease, you know that?” 

You gas up, “You’re a fucking virgin freak, and you’ll die one too.”

The tires of your car skid loudly on the pavement as you drive away, quickly. God, how did you get so close to fucking that guy?You see Bill kick a rock towards your car in your mirror. 

Whatever, romance is boring anyways. Clearly, he thinks so, at least.

**TELL ME ABOUT ANY TYPOS

[hadesoftheladies]

men as natural enemies rather than as products of an oppressive socialization

Socialization is not what happens to men, it is what men DO to each other. Patriarchy is not what happens to men, it is what a social group of patriarchs are called. Men create patriarchy because men create patriarchs. The “patriarchy” creating men are men themselves. It is male peerage that creates and sustains patriarchy regardless of the good ideals parents may try to instill in young impressionable boys. So unless you’re depriving boys of any male contact (even in books, films and music), there is frankly no chance he will not become misogynistic.

It is easier to point fingers and say “men are just like that” than to admit that change requires collective effort, reeducation, and yes, their participation in overcoming this system

Re-education has been provably inefficient when it comes to “changing” male supremacists. It is a nonviable strategy when it comes to re-educating domestic abusers, rapists and pedophiles—primary examples of male supremacist violence. There are many books written by sociologists and psychologists that show that most rapists, domestic abusers and pedophiles continue to re-offend once out of jail/therapy/counseling/rehab.

Furthermore, feminists can believe that men as a species have a natural propensity to rape and still participate in collective action with other women and willing men to effect legislative, economic and social change. They are half the global population. Just because men aren’t the focus of said action doesn’t mean women are not a collective. Men are an oppressor class with their own interests, and losing power is not one of them, so expecting or trying to convince them to advocate for women’s human rights on the basis of our shared humanity will be ineffective. Men will not be incentivized by a sense of morality. Their hands will have to be forced by other means (for example, misogyny will need to become economically expensive and less profitable to the alternative).

No oppressor class in history ever “gave up” their power because they “finally saw the humanity” of the oppressed (which re-education assumes). They’d always seen it. Prejudice is prejudice because it is unjustified. Men are misogynists because misogyny is socioeconomic power, thus there is no behavior women can exhibit that will change these views (which is why women of different beliefs, backgrounds and personalities still get brutalized by men they know)—hence changing men cannot be our responsibility. They will not give that power up easily or willingly unless they are likewise incentivized or forced to pursue the alternative.

it merely seeks emotional comfort in victimization . . . because that would mean letting go of the simplistic narrative of “bad men vs. good women”

“Victim mentality” doesn’t exist (which this statement implies). Only actual victimization. Which in and of itself is never a comfort (though it is natural for victims to seek support and validation for said victimhood as it has been shown to help with trauma—denying a victims victimhood results in more severe trauma, so no, it’s not some manipulative game victims are trying to play when they seek support and acknowledgement). Additionally, victimization is not a moral state. Being an oppressor, however is. For that reason men are immoral on grounds of being male supremacists. The important distinction here is that women are victims of male supremacist violence, and whether or not they’re moral people does not validate or invalidate that victimhood as men so love to imagine it does.

and facing the fact that liberation requires much more than just likes on angry tweets

Agreed. Liberation will also require much more than beating the dead horse of “re-education.” This isn’t Beauty and the Beast.

Feminism that treats men as natural enemies rather than as products of an oppressive socialization does not seek to end patriarchy – it merely seeks emotional comfort in victimization. It is easier to point fingers and say “men are just like that” than to admit that change requires collective effort, reeducation, and yes, their participation in overcoming this system. This kind of essentialist discourse not only reinforces useless divisions but also throws away any real possibility of transformation. Perhaps this feminism doesn’t even want a world without patriarchy, because that would mean letting go of the simplistic narrative of “bad men vs. good women” and facing the fact that liberation requires much more than just likes on angry tweets.

[echodoctor]

Looking at the Loop Hangout event, I feel like without the specific context of the time loop, the whole thing feels like it puts Loop into an extremely specific villain archetype:

The seductress.

Think about it! You have a hero on a very important quest, something only he can do. Everyone is counting on him. But he's been fighting so long, and he's so, so tired.

And then there's this mysterious, beautiful person, who tempts him to stay with them- to stay here, in the place that they dwell, where he can rest. It's gentle here, and kind. He can be happy, and nothing will hurt him. Doesn't he want to be happy, just for a little while?

But, of course, there's always a price, a catch.

Frequently, it's just not being allowed to leave afterwards, not without a fight. Sometimes, they might outright be trying to kill him, or at least take something very important from him to keep it for themselves.

But even if the entity in question doesn't try to cage the hero, there's always the inherent problem that whatever quest he was on is really really important, and just fucking off from it for a while to chill out is gonna have some nasty consequences.

Cue the hero rushing frantically back to their duties as he realizes how the time just slipped away from him, cursing himself for ever abandoning his responsibilities, even for a short while, and swearing to never be so foolish or selfish again. He's learned a very important lesson, if only about himself, and what the limits of his sense of duty are.

That's your Circes and Calypsos, your la belle dame sans mercis, your sirens and fae... and Loop, almost beat for beat, teasing and tempting Siffrin until he agrees to stay with him in act 3, and let the party go through the House alone.

(The interesting twist here, though, is that we do have the context of the time loop- so no matter how horribly guilty Siffrin feels about it, Loop isn't actually wrong. If he takes a loop off to just be happy for a little bit and relax, it won't have any real consequences, because everything will just reset.)

(The changing of the moral here feels like it could mesh well with ISAT's overall themes of self-love and not burning yourself out in stubborn silence, I think.)

They're trying to give Siffrin an important lesson to learn right from the start, albeit not the one the hero normally learns here. But the moment of happiness, of peace and rest and intimacy... that was important, too, and I think it was part of Loop's goal as well.

They're not quite as good at playing the villain as they sometimes want to be.

[darkficsyouneveraskedfor]

Locked Out of Heaven 7

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Warnings: this fic will include dark content such as dubcon/noncon, power imbalance, age gap, and other possible triggers. My warnings are not exhaustive, enter at your own risk.

This is a dark!fic and explicit. 18+ only. Your media consumption is your own responsibility. Warnings have been given. DO NOT PROCEED if these matters upset you.

Summary: Your father invites a work friend to the neighbourhood barbecue.

Characters: Nick Fowler (Dad’s friend trope)

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Nick's hand settles on your thigh. You stare at it, too nervous, too enthralled to say or do anything to stop him. He gently kneads your flesh as he grins and watches you. He leans his cheek on on his knuckles.

"You're gorgeous, you know that?" He purrs.

Your lip trembles. Someone who looks like him telling you that is straight out of the dreams you never let yourself have. You stopped getting your hopes up when you were just a kid. You never got anything you wanted. No sense in longing for it.

"Oh, really? Um, thanks," you rub your neck nervously.

You wince as the bartender sets down the martinis on the wood finish. You chew your lip as Nick reaches for his, lifting it gingerly. His hand stays on your thigh. "Gonna try yours?"

"Mhmm," your hum crackles. "Thanks."

You take the glass and stare at the contents. Clear with two cherries on a toothpick, a sprinkle of sugar around the rim. You turn the drink and examine it.

"Well?" He squeezes your knee.

You put your lips on the brim. You tilt it slowly and sip. The sweetness of the sugar undercuts the sharpness of alcohol. You hold it in your mouth as you pull the glass away and cover your mouth. Your cheeks pinch as you force yourself to swallow.

"You get used to the burn." His fingers crawl back up your thigh. "Princess, it will help with your nerves. I want you to relax. Have some fun."

"I'm... having fun," you say. You blow out slowly and make yourself take a bigger drink. You close your eyes as you gulp again. You hold back a hiccup. He chuckles and his hand crawls higher.

His arm presses to yours as he drinks. He's unaffected by the singe of the vodka. He sets the glass down and pinches the end of the toothpick. He turns it above the glass and lets the excess drip off.

"Cherries look sweet," he drawls.

He puts one between his teeth and eases it off the toothpick. He hums and bites into it. "Mm mm mm."

Your hand shakes but you quickly still it. His rocky timbre, his warm touch, the way he watches you as he rolls the cherry around his mouth. You feel like you might faint. You take another drink.

"You like it, baby?" He asks.

You swallow, "it's... different."

"In a good way?"

"Yes," you smile.

"Baby, you don't gotta be shy," he rests his elbow on the bar trim, angling toward you even more. His hand keeps moving up and down your leg. "I wanna know about you. Everything. I'm... kinda obsessed."

"Obsessed?" You squeak. "That's... that's silly."

"No, I am. I told ya, doll. The whole time I was gone. My head was a million miles away. Back here with you."

You giggle.

"Mmph, you are adorable," he leans forward, his fingers under your skirt. "What do you like?"

"What?"

"Books? TV? Music? What makes you happy?"

"Erm... I don't... I don't get to..." It's hard to answer as his fingertips graze your thighs. Harder because you're really not that interesting. "I listen to some music when I study."

"Music? What kind?" He wonders as he flutters at the top of your thigh. You empty the glass.

"Not good music. Old stuff. Like... mm, Gwen Stefani? Christina Aguilera..." You quiver as his finger flicks along the edge of your panties. Your eyes round.

"Keep talking. No matter what. We're just talking."

"Nick," you eke out.

"You like vintage stuff? Sexy," he coaxes as his fingers brush up the front of your panties. Your thighs tense around his hand. He presses firmer against your lips. You clench. "Xtina? What a Girl Wants? Classic, isn't it?"

"You... you know her?" You murmur.

"I'm more into rock," he flicks between your folds, pushing the fabric of the panties against your clit. "But I know a few. She's more my era, isn't she?"

You nod. You can't speak. You can't believe what he's doing. Right there!

""I... I like that one," you whimper.

"Yeah, you like it?" He purrs. Does he mean the song or what he's doing? "How about Britney? She's got some good one."

"Uh huh," you babble as he rolls your clit, the friction sparking heat in your core as you stain the panties.

"She had her bad girl phase, huh?"

You quiver and grab onto the bar. Your eyes nearly roll back. All at once, he rescinds his hand and you gasp. He snickers and brings his fingertips to his mouth. He wipes them across his lip.

"It's good. You gotta know what you like. Rebel a little." He grins. "That's what being young is for."

💜

"Ready to go, sweetheart?" Nick stands and rolls his shoulders. "I don't wanna say goodbye but we both know daddy won't be happy if I keep you."

He offers his hand. You take it and he helps you down from the stool. You feel a bit wobbly as you stand beside him. You squeeze his hand.

"You okay, Princess?"

"Um, yeah, I think, I feel..." You blink and look at the empty glass on the bar. "How many did I have?"

You face is hot but your mouth is dry. Your eyes feel loose in your skull and the edges of your vision are fuzzy. You exhale and giggle.

"Three?" He shrugs. "I lost count, baby. You like the sweet one, don't you?"

"Should you be driving?" You ask as he turns you and loops his arm through yours.

"I only had the one," he says. "Don't worry, princess. I'll always take care of--"

"Oop." You tip and he keeps you from crashing down. You laugh again. "I'm sorry."

"Nah, don't be," he coaxes. "I brought you out to have fun."

"Oh... okay..."

"You don't gotta be anyone but you with me, baby. I want all of you. Unfiltered. I want you to do what you feel." He takes you out into the balmy summer evening.

"I... I'll try."

"We'll get there, baby. I told you, we can take it slow. I'll show ya everything," he tugs you back suddenly before you can get to his car. "Watch the curb, sweetheart."

You step back and nod. You hiccup as your head swims. He opens the door and eases you into the seat.

He drags his hand down your arm and across your stomach. He buckles your seat belt. You feel a bit woozy.

He backs up and shuts your door. You bat your lashes and try to see through the windshield. The streetlights float like shining bubbles.

He gets in the driver seat and turns the engine. It whirs softly as he pulls out. You drift along with the car.

You jolt as you feel heat on your leg. You look over at Nick as he keeps his eyes on the road. He steer with one hand and you follow his other arm to your lap. His fingers curl into your thigh.

His cheek dimples as he drives calmly, as if nothing at all is happening. You don't dare speak or move. You're not entirely sure you're not imagining it.

His hand creeps up, pushing your skirt higher as he pets the front of your panties. He clucks as he traces along the edge. You push yourself into the seat as he hooks his finger around the fabric. He tugs them aside. You gasp.

"Nick..."

"Ah," he tuts and taps your cunt, like a small slap. You wince and brace the door. What is he doing?

"Princess, you don't say my name unless you're cumming. You just sit back and let me treat you right."

You tremble as he dips his finger between your folds. He drags along your clit then swirls around. Your thighs spasm and you grip the door tighter. You hold your breath as he repeats the motion, once more stoking that blinding flame inside of you. You moan and close your eyes. You bite your lip as you try to contain your voice.

He presses another finger to your clit and swipes up and down. You puff out short breaths as he toys with you. The motion of the car adds to your dizziness.

He stretches his fingers down to your entrance and back up to your clit. He does it again and again, smearing your juices as they leak from you. He growls as he circles your entrance then rolls around your clit.

He pushes the heel of his hand to your pulsing bud and prods along your cunt. Your walls tighten as he wiggles his finger against your resistance. Slowly, he delves into you. Just his fingertip and out again. He repeats that, deeper each time, until he's knuckles deep. You let out a brittle breath.

He rocks his hand as he fingers you. You clench your thighs around his hand and clasp onto his wrist. Your head lolls as you open your eyes. You stare at his silhouette, swathed in the night as the streetlights flash on the other side of him.

You tilt your hips eagerly as you feel the tension coil inside you. You whine as your stomach tingles and your spine locks up. You push your head back and drone out your orgasm.

"Say my name, baby," he cooes.

"N-N-Nickkkkk," you moan as your hips buck wildly. You spread your hand over his large one as you ride out your orgasm. "Oh, Nick."

"That's it, baby, fuck, you're wet," his finger squelches inside of you. "So wet. That's hot baby."

He slides his finger free and spreads your cum around with a snarl. He wipes it off on your panties then tugs the fabric across your folds. He pushes against your panties and rubs them into the mess until they're soaked through.

"You've gone and made a mess of the nice panties I bought you, princess," he tuts. "Better take those off."

You babble dumbly and writhe in the seat. He pulls his hand away.

"Now," he commands.

You flinch and the haze of drunkenness and delight recede. You sit up and look at him. He stares at the road.

"You're a good girl, baby, so do what I tell you."

You hold your breath as you lean back. What are you doing? What he did in the bar, what he did just now, what you've let him do...

You lift your butt and reach under your skirt. You roll the panties down and lean forward to get them past your ankles. You sit up and hold them in your lap.

He holds his hand out. You put the panties in them. He brings them to his face and buries his nose in them. You gasp as he inhales noisily and sighs. He snickers and tucks them into his pocket.

"What--"

"No questions. Got it? Princess. I treat you good so you stop asking me why. Stop asking me what. When I tell you to do something, it's done. Got it?"

You blink at him then the road ahead. You sway. You're drunk. You think...

"Yes."

"Good girl. So when I text you and tell you to send me a sexy picture, you're gonna do it."

You sniff, "yes."

"Alright, princess. I know you're good at listening. You've done so well, haven't you?" He growls.

You nod and shrink down in the seat.

"I know, I know. The way you just came all inside my car..." he chuckles. "I'll be thinking about that a while."

He grabs the front of his pants as he idles just around the corner from your house. He shivers and grips the wheel tighter. He snarls.

"You earned a treat," he rasps. "Open the compartment."

You hesitate then look around. Slowly you reach for the compartment in front of you. You pull the handle and it pops open. There's a small box inside.

"That's for you," he says as he turns the corner and stops a few houses from your dad's.

You sit back with the box and examine it. "What is it?"

"A toy. For us to play." He explains. "When I tell you to, you put that in and I get to control it. From wherever I am."

"In?" You gulp.

"You're nice and tight but it's not very big," he reaches to stroke your cheek. "You're my good girl and you can do it."

"I... oh, okay," you stare at the box. "Thank you."

"Mm, give me a kiss before you go."

You turn and he does too. He leans over and you meet his lips in the shadows. It's just as tingly as before. He cradles your head as he runs his tongue over your lips. He dips inside and you squeak. He relents and lets you go.

"We'll get better," he caresses your cheek then drops his hand. "Go on before I change my mind."

"Um. good night," You undo your seatbelt.

"Night, baby. You be careful, okay? I'll watch til you get inside." He says. "Sweet dreams."

"Erm, thanks."

"Of me, I hope," he drawls as you get out.

"Yeah..." you shut the door and stare at him through the window. You stumble up over the curb and scurry towards the house. You need to focus if you don't want to get caught on your way in; even if just the thought of Nick makes it almost impossible.

[divorcedwife]

Hi your dating sim project characters look sooo interesting!! If you feel like sharing some more info about them I'd love to hear it!

thank you!! i havent talked about it in a long time, it would be smart to just reintroduce it :-)

the story is about this fictional european country in the early 1790s. finances are bad, the king is unpopular, the revolution is going full force in nearby france and it's giving people ideas ; it's not going well. pauline is very new here, she's just arrived after suddenly inheriting a title granting her power and influence, and she will have to very quickly learn the history and politics of her new homeland. that's a lot of pressure, but she's so smart and special... i believe in her!

in the city, she can run into four love interests, each with their own politics and ideas of what needs to change.

virgile believes the problem is the current king, who is bad at ruling, doesn't take his role as a god-appointed monarch seriously, and is from a lesser branch of the royal family. a more legitimate candidate from the main branch could federate the people around him, give them strength to survive through these hard times. unfortunately, the former king's children and grand-children were all assassinated, so that branch is extinct. or is it...? virgile is rather sheltered and melancholic, but he is sweet and genuine

lise worked in the royal palace and became very close to the queen, even though she was a commoner. the queen gradually gave her responsibilities far beyond her station, and even asked for advice on all sorts of topics ; the court noticed her growing influence and banned her. lise is headstrong and determined. she doesn't believe in overthrowing the monarchy entirely, but that a good ruler should listen to the competent people around them, regardless of their family name. there were lots of rumors about her and the queen, and it's part of why she was thrown out. scandalous...

augustin is a lawyer who has always dreamt of military glory. sadly for him, military schools and officer positions are only open to the nobles ; even if he were to join the army, he could never rise to any significant rank. he sees this as a great injustice and backwards, and a good example of the stupid ways the country is run. he wants to create a more equal system, but a system still based on merit and education, and where the military will play a major role. augustin is proud and can be too blunt and outspoken, but im sure true love can make him behave :-)

camille is a former shepherdess who is on the run after killing her feudal lord and another noble, and now lives among the poorest workers and the criminals. she only wanted revenge for herself at first, but her new life as an outlaw has made her realize just how many people around her are struggling, are suffering, are dying of poverty. she wears men's clothes and has assumed a new name, and so far it has helped her avoid being caught. this doesn't surprise me, but most people i ask pick her as their favorite candidate. and i get it!

you could pick based on their politics, but i think picking just based on looks is also a good way to determine a whole nation's fate. i mean, true love!

[chunkitakii]

Hi there! I just wanted to say how much I enjoy your fics! I just cannot get enough of them! I was wondering if you might consider writing some nsfw dealing with a jealous and possessive lux after he secretly watched you get flirted on??? Thank you!!

This is going to be an interesting one!

These two asks have similar topics, so imma just sum them ip into one story.

(p.s. IM SO GLAD YOU ENJOY READING THEM! <3)

(A/N) SORRY FOR THE LONG WAIT YA'LL. I had taken a break from writing to do personal biz. But I'm backk!!!

WARNING: This contains men not taking no for an answer, implied sexual harassment if you squint, creepy men, Lux being protective of you, fear play???, bondage, and Lux taking his anger out on you (sort of).

NSFW UNDER CUT

Lux seeing you get flirted on is like an angry bull seeing red.

If you grew up watching old cartoons, you would know what they would look like when they are mad. (They look deranged and rabid in a nutshell.)

So just imagine seeing a crazy Mr. Ring A Ding, ready to tear whoever’s head off.

But even AFTER he is done dealing with said person, don’t think you’re off the hook.

This toon is going to make sure everyone who comes in and out of that theater knows that you belong to someone else.

After cleaning up the hallways, you mentally prepared yourself to clean up the theater. You watched as many people walked out with their family, friends, or spouses. And there was a hand full of them.

Good thing this was the last showing of tonight…

Sighing, you stepped in the theater to clean up their spilled popcorn and such. Thankfully, there wasn’t much. But you did notice an unfamiliar man standing just before the entrance.

Maybe He had forgotten something, like a wallet or watch of some kind. It didn’t matter; they can just come back tomorrow if you find it.

You huffed through your nose as you went up to the front of the theater and began to sweep up the popcorn, but you couldn’t even go the first sweep without the man’s obnoxiously loud voice going through your ears.

You looked to see what the ruckus was about, but you only saw the man looking at you, then back to the entrance of the theater. It was like he was making sure the two of you were alone.

You would look up into the projector room for Mr. Pye, but he was already gone to do other business. Making you and this man alone in this theater, together...

You glanced back at the man before you; you saw a stern look on his face as he stared at you. Soon, the man was now walking towards you.

Now you were annoyed. You have a job to take care of and would be damned if some man bothered you about some refund or something.

You secretly rolled your eyes and continued to sweep. “Listen, if you want a refund, go to the front desk. It’s not my job to give you one.” You told them with an annoyed tone.

“That’s not what I'm here for…” One man rasped it out. But instead of hearing his voice from near the entrance of the theater, he sounded closer, way closer.

You jumped and looked up, seeing the same man who glared at you get closer and closer. He suddenly and forcefully backed you up and into the stage, caging you in with both arms as he loomed over you. It made you drop the broom; you heard the clank of it hitting the ground somewhere. But you were too scared of what this man would do next.

He now had a smirk written across his face, looking like he wanted to eat you whole. You could almost smell the cologne he wore from how close he was.

"Excuse me, what are you—" "Calm down, I'm not here to hurt you or anything." His deep voice rasped out, cutting your sentence off rudely. You glared up at him, trying to size him up. But to him, you just looked cuter than ever.

His eyes scanned down to your form, scanning for a ring or anything that indicated that you were taken. But he had seen nothing.

"I don't see a ring or anything. You single?..." The man asked, trying to make known what he was asking.

His response had shocked you; did he want to take you out or something? Not many people did that to you, so you couldn't help but feel your face warm up at his question, and your hands fumble against eachother.

And for some reason, when you think your ears have started to deceive you. You heard a low, low growl. A growl that had sounded all too familiar. But you didn't have time to pay attention to it; you had something else to take care of.

You shook yourself out of your thoughts and collected yourself. You rolled your eyes, trying to show him that you weren't interested. "No, I'm not. Now leave me be." You shoved him away from you and headed to the exit of the theater.

You were with Lux; you weren't going to throw your relationship away for a jackass who doesn't know anything about personal space.

But before you could even get a couple of steps in, you were suddenly grabbed and yanked towards another form. You can now smell that guy's cologne; you were now pressed torso to torso with this man.

His hand still held your arm while the other was occupied in pressing your waist up against his. Your everything was touching his; you felt yourself cringe from how close you were.

"Come on, they don't have to know. This can be our little secret, right?-" "I appreciate your offer, but no! Now, get your grimy hands off of me!" You grunted out as you pushed him as hard as you could, but that only made him hold onto you tighter. What made the last straw break was when his hands began to go lower than you liked.

And that had done it with you and a certain someone else. And all you had to do was yell out his name. “Lux!-”

You didn’t even have to finish his name on order for him to go for your protection. Lux had already had enough of this…

You heard the sound of someone whistling, trying to call in something. Suddenly, you were ripped from the man's arms, thankfully. Film strips wrapped around each part of your body; it wasn’t rough, but enough pressure to lift you in the air and pull you back. Yet you still yelped in surprise at the sudden action caused by Lux’s wonderful ladies.

The man that once held you against your will was too grabbed by the filmstrips. But instead of it being soft like how they were with you, they were rough and careless with him. They yanked him above the ground and threw him far away from you. You could hear him yell out in pain as he hit the ground.

Looking around, you finally spot Lux. And oh boy, how he looked pissed…

He almost looked crazy from the way he looked. Puffs of air blew out from his nose, familiar to a bull. His rubber hose pupils were now only tiny dots, showing how pissed he was.

Lux had seen enough of this man and you. He had hid well behind the curtains of the theater, watching it all go down. Seeing how this man flirted with you, trying to court you. At first, Lux had wanted to see how you would handle the situation. He had trusted you enough to handle the situation.

But when he saw the way your eyes widened, and your hands fidgeted, and how you didn't maintain eye contact when that man asked you if you were single. That had just made his non-realistic blood boil.

Only he, could make you nervous.

Only he, can make you shy.

Only he, can make you feel that way.

“Get him, girls!” Lux growled out, watching his ladies grab both of the man's hands and pull him up into the air. He was now 7 feet above the ground. The man hollered and grunted as his arms were now pulling on each opposite end of him.

"What the hell!-" "Language!" Lux shouted, voice filled with venom as he watched the man before him struggle with the film strips.

"Now, punk! Didn't your mother teach ya' any respect?" Lux shouted at the man, stomping up to him. You just sat back next to the projector room as you saw Lux question the man.

The man only stared down at him in fear. "What are you?..." The man whimpered. It was almost funny how the man looked, once so confident, now dangling in the air helplessly and afraid.

But Lux ignored his question. He would brag about how he was the god of light, but he had better things to do.

Lux only scowled at him, seeing that this man didn't even answer his question. "Listen here. It seems as if your mother didn't have the guts to teach you some respect. I guess I'll have to do it myself." His remark shocked you, you didn't know Lux would have any disrespect for anyone's mama. He just called him out. You were surprised that the man didn't even bombard him with insults. But hey, it's a first for everything.

You were quickly knocked out of your thoughts as you heard sounds of cracking. And it wasn't the nice kind of cracking; it was the disturbing type. Lux was letting his ladies pull off the man's arms, like they were going to rip them off of him.

You didn't want to see this; you couldn't. As quickly as you could, you ran into the empty projector room. Not wanting to see what had come next...

It had been almost an hour of you hearing the man's screams until you had heard a sudden silence fill the room. Your blood had run cold, and your breath hitched. Lux must have killed that man, ending his misery once and for all.

You tried to hear for anything, whether it was the man's breathing or Lux's. Sure, that man had assaulted you, but sudden death was still a scary thing to you.

"Now, about the other problem... Oh~ Sunshine!" Lux sung out, like he didn't just murder a whole person. But it wasn't Lux's change in demeanor that scared you. It was the way Lux called out for you like the next thing to punish on his list.

Your breath stopped as your head whipped around to the door of the projector room. You watched closely as his shadow slowly became bigger and bigger. Lux was now in front of the door, knocking slowly as if you were going to open the door. You would, but to be honest, you were sort of terrified right now.

"Won't you be a dear and open the door for me? I just want to... talk."

You were about to open the door after he politely asked, but after you heard the way he said the word 'talk,' chills went down your spine.

You tried to find the words to respond to him, but the only thing that was on your mind was that man. "Did...Did you kill that man, Lux?" You muttered out. You could hear the fear in your own voice. But you also couldn't hear Lux anymore, he went quiet.

Lux couldn't help but grind his teeth, at your question. Here you were, thinking of a man who isn't him. He wasn't mad at you, no, he was just disapointed.

"Kill him? Oh me oh my, sunshine! You always come up with the worst scenerios!" Lux laughed off, but you still werent sure of him. "So what did you do with him?" you questioned, still wanting more answers. But what you didn't know is that each answer of that man had iritated Lux even more.

You heard a slight grumble from behind the door, now you started to notice how pissed you were making Lux. Lux gave out a soft sigh before speaking up, trying to keep composer.

"I immortalize him!" to Lux's dismay. "So he could never come out! not for a looong while..." Well, that part wasn't so true. Yes , he did trap him, but that was to save him for later use. Lux still wasn't done with him, not after what he did.

You mentally sighed that he didn't brutally kill that man, and also realived that you didn't have to deal with that man and his corpse to clean up later.

"You seemed a little too jolly about that." You heard Lux, but it wasn't muffled behind the door anymore. Instead, he was right next to you.

You knew Lux was pissed about the whole situation, but you were also sure he was going to take it out on you. Not in a bad way, of course, but in a way that he was trying to get his point across to you. That you were his, and only his.

"I'll give ya' something to let everyone know that you belong to me, and only me..." Lux, would mutter profusely against your skin. He had two things on his mind, and those two things were marking you and letting you know who you belong to.

Lux now grew to a good four feet. It was either because he wanted to size you up or he was so pissed about it that he had grown a couple of feet. But it didn't matter; what mattered is that now Lux had the confidence to manhandle you around.

He was rough, and

It had also given him the size to assault your neck while also giving you harsh, sharp, and quick thrusts inside of you.

Film strips bound your wrists, holding you down roughly to keep you in place on the cold, hard floor. They were tied behind your back, and your ankles were pushed up by the strips, making your legs spread for Lux.

While your limbs were tied up, your neck was the next thing that went.

Film strips grasp just below your jawline, giving Lux room to attack every inch of it as he thrusts harshly into you. But it also held you back from moaning too loudly, so you had to let out pathetic little whines. Every spot of your neck was covered in marks, leaving no room left unexplored. You were pretty sure you had bite marks and bruises all around.

"And yet you smell just like that punk and his cheap, nasty cologne..." Lux growled, now rubbing his cheek against your neck and chest area, making sure to mask his scent over yours and hopefully get rid of it. You whined as his cheek made a slight pressure against the new bruises on your neck, but Lux shushed and cooed at you to silence you.

You could tell his scent pissed him off by the way he pumped himself faster in you.

It made him want to claim you all over again...

You could tell something switched in Lux. You felt his arms slowly slither around your waist. They held you tightly as he adjusted himself, trying to get himself comfortable for what was about to happen in the next few hours.

You then heard a low, low voice speak against your ear. "I should be the only thing that comes to mind these next few hours, got it?"

You don't know how long it has been since then, after all of the positions switched, and the numerous times he made you come, you were pretty sure it had been hours.

You were now a babbling, drooling, crying mess below Lux. You were embarrassed. But Lux didn't care. To him, he was proud of his work. Proud that only he can make you so vulnerable under his hands.

But he'd still tease you just for the fun of it. "My golly, sunshine. You are such a mess!" You heard him chuckle out.

And to think that sack of flesh could do this to you. He couldn't make you cry out his name, he couldn't make you writhe in pleasure, and like hell he would even make you come. That man could never make you feel this way. He could never make you feel what Lux could give you, not even by a long shot.

Lux taunted you, teased you, and did everything in the book to get you where you are now. Making you call out for him and only him. Making your mind only crave him, like he was an everlasting drug that could never fade away. And it is going to stay that way by the time he is done with you.

And the praises he would give you sent pleasure down your body. "Yes, call out to me, my little starlight. You are doing a splendid job for me..." Lux praised as he wrung out another wave of pleasure from you. Sending you to come all over him once more.

Lux was going to break you down until you couldn't even remember your own name. Just him, and only him was on your mind. Lux knew that he was harsh on you, but he wasn't going to back down. Instead, he was just going to praise and cheer you on, keeping you in this state for another hour or two until he was sure you had had enough.

Yea, Lux is going to tear you to little peices until you only can only think about just him.

He's possesive and obsessive when it come to you and others. Like hell someone is going to ask you out or flirt with you.

And at the end of the day, Lux is going to be your number one one way or another.

[xlostinthedreamfics]

In a Good Way: Chapter 2 (Yunho Fic)

Pairing: Jeong Yunho x Female Reader

Word Count: 8.1k

Playlist: In a Good Way - Faye Webster

Warnings: NSFW, 18+, smut, cursing, mentions of alcohol (This story does not reflect who the members are in any way.)

Summary: Nice guys are not your type, too angelic, too holy, too boring until one of these nice guys gets under your skin. What you have been wanting has been in front of you this whole time, and if you don’t act quick, it might just miss you.

Note: Please read Chapter 1 if you haven't already! I will probably make at least one more chapter to end this. I hope you all enjoy this chapter <3 Feel free to comment your thoughts too, I’m interested to see what goes through your mind when reading this 🫣

You and Yunho reached Yeosang’s apartment, waiting awkwardly for one of you to knock first. Yunho took the initiative, being met with a confused Yeosang on the other end, “Yunho, hey. I didn’t know you were coming.” Yeosang looked at you, knowing how annoyed you usually get when Yunho joins your hangouts unannounced. But instead, you shrugged, “It’s fine. I can beat both of your asses at Mortal Kombat.” Yeosang smirked, letting you both in. 

You thought it’d be harder to act normal, to submerge the small fire still burning within you, but the rest of the afternoon was business as usual; silly jabs at Yunho while you did infact beat his ass in Mortal Kombat. But your gaze on him lingered from time to time; the way his heart-shaped lips pouted from losing, his eyes sparkling when he laughed. You got snapped back into reality by your yawn. “I think I’m going to head out.” You got up, gathered your stuff, and saw Yunho spring up alongside you, “I’ll go with you.” You looked at him, eyebrow raised, noticing Yeosang staring at him too. Yunho chuckled nervously, “So you don’t walk alone.” You nodded, hoping Yeosang didn’t think too much into it. “See you guys later,” Yeosang shut the door behind you, both of you coming to face the doors of the elevator once again. 

The door opened to an empty elevator car, and you peeked over at Yunho, who held his head down shyly the whole way down to the lobby, as if what happened in this elevator moments ago was too embarrassing to relive. The walk toward your apartment was filled with mostly silence at first, but moved to both of you complaining about how cold it was and how excited you both were for spring to come. “So, should we talk about it?” Yunho had hesitancy in his voice as he asked, peering over to you, but you were quite surprised that he was the first one to bring it up. You nodded, balling your fists nervously in your jacket, “Sure.” Yunho chuckled, “I don’t even know what to say.” You laughed, feeling comforted that he was just as nervous as you. “It’s wild what being stuck in an elevator will do to you,” You smirked, watching Yunho giggle into his hand. He glanced over at you, “Maybe we can blame it on the lack of oxygen?” You looked up at him, his adorable grin making your stomach flip, a new feeling he was provoking. “Do you want to come back to mine? For a drink?” You asked him boldly, watching his face turn to you with surprise. He stuttered before chuckling out a response, “Yeah.” 

Yunho followed you into your building, halting behind you as you reached your door. “Give me like 5 minutes, wait here.” You smiled nervously, rushing in to pick everything off the floor, shoving it quickly into your closet, clearing off the kitchen counter, and lighting a candle to set the ambiance. You opened the door for Yunho, allowing him in. “Wine?” You pulled out some glasses from the cabinet and a cold wine bottle from the fridge. He nodded, sitting on the stool by the counter. You poured two hefty glasses, watching Yunho take a big sip of his, eyeing you. “How did you get so good at Mortal Kombat? You knew like every finishing move?” Yunho smirked, leaning in slightly against the counter. You scoffed, taking another sip of your glass, “I grew up with only two older brothers. They never let me play, of course, but I would watch them and try to memorize every combo, then I would play when they weren’t home. Years of experience, you can say.” You winked at Yunho, a hearty chuckle leaving his mouth. You realized how cute his laugh was, the way his shoulders bounced along with him while he covered his mouth to contain his huge grin.

“Knowing you grew up with only brothers makes me more scared of you, actually,” Yunho snickered, sipping his glass. “Why?” You asked, shoving him playfully, “I’m not that bad.” Yunho shook his head, “I’m joking, you’re not bad at all. You’re pretty cool.” You smiled, pouring more wine into both of your glasses, “So you don’t hate me, then?” Yunho raised his eyebrows as he grinned, “I never hated you. You hated me!” Yunho announced, taking a bigger gulp of his drink, trying to catch up with you. “I never hated you,” you shook your head at him. “Yeah, sure,” Yunho rolled his eyes. “It’s true. You’re just a little annoying,” you admitted, shrugging at him. 

Yunho held onto his chest, like he just got shot, “Ouch.” You rolled your eyes back at him, “We’re just opposites, okay? There’s gonna be tension there. I like to live life on the edge, on my terms, taking risks, and you, well, you don't? You’re a good boy.” You patted at his head, giggling into your glass, finishing it up, and continuing to pour more. Yunho locked eyes with you, holding his gaze, making your cheeks flush instantly. “Who says I don’t take risks?” He asked, removing the glass from your hands and onto the counter, tugging you close to him. Your hips crashed between his legs, his hands wrapping around your waist. He looked fixedly at your lips, then back up to your eyes, “So if I kiss you right now, does that still make me a good boy?” He smirked, his eyes falling onto your lips again. “Well, if you have to ask that, then it pretty much does-”

Yunho’s lips crashed on yours before you could finish your sentence, squeezing your bodies closer with his arms as you cocooned yours around his neck. He kissed you slowly, pulling away for a few seconds, almost as if he was taking in the moment. His large hand cupped your face, kissing you deeply, his tongue sliding onto your bottom lip, entering your mouth to meet yours. Your hand shifted down from his neck to his chest, the kisses growing a little sloppier, pulling away a few times to catch his breath. The need for him was becoming bigger than you could have imagined; you could get lost in this moment with Yunho and not care about anything else, a thought you truly never imagined having. He drew away to look at you, a gleam on his face as he stared, his hand still cupping your face. You smiled at him, brushing off the bit of your lipstick on his upper lip, causing him to chuckle lightly. However, you weren’t ready to be done with him just yet. You took his hand from your face and yanked him off the chair toward the living room. You pushed Yunho back onto the couch, straddling him, the look of shock blending into interest. 

You leaned in again, kissing him more aggressively as you bit down on his lip, tugging at it playfully. He moaned, wrapping his arms around you, completely engulfing you, the breathing between you becoming heavier than before. His lips trailed down to your neck, sucking on your skin gently. You could tell he was trying not to be too rough, but you wanted to challenge him, “Harder.” The grip his mouth had on your neck ceased but quickly became tighter as his lips sucked onto your skin harshly, making you moan against his ear. You wouldn’t mind if he covered you in love bites if it meant his lips were all over you. Your fingers became entangled in his hair, his kisses stopping on your neck, repaying your lips again. His hand slid steadily under your shirt, his fingertips becoming hot against your skin. You pulled away from his lips for a moment to remove your shirt. His eyes gazed down at your chest as you continued to unhook your bra, your breasts gently spilling out. 

You placed your hand against the back of his neck again, guiding him toward you, his mouth hovering over your nipple for a second before he wrapped his tongue around it, circling it. You shut your eyes, chewing down on your lip as he continued to encircle your nipple, sucking on it softly, a louder moan fleeing your lips. He moved on to your other nipple, giving it the same attention as the first. The sensation of his soft mouth on you made you ache for more, goosebumps instantly covering your body. Your hand slipped under your skirt, straight to your panties, immediately feeling the dampness of them. You pressed your fingers over the front of your panties, brushing against your clit, whining a bit louder. Yunho removed his mouth from your breasts, watching you rub yourself with your fingers. You felt his hand move over yours, guiding your eyes down to meet his. “Can I?” He asked, pulling your skirt up out of the way, toward you. You nodded at him, following his hand as he brushed them down over your panties, slowly tugging them to the side. 

He furrowed his eyebrows, biting down on his bottom lip as his fingers were met with your seeping slit, making you shutter with pleasure. His index finger circled your clit in an agonizing pace, causing you to squirm. Yunho smirked, picking up the speed a bit, leaning in to lick at your nipples, biting at the skin of your breast teasingly. You exhaled deeply, placing your hand on his shoulder to hold you up, your thighs twitching from the overwhelming satisfaction you were feeling. You felt the absence of Yunho’s fingers soon after, as he gripped your waist, sitting you on the couch now and kneeling in front of you. Good boy, is all you could think, his hungry gaze as his eyes trailed from your face down your body. He placed kisses up your leg, toward your inner thigh, but came to a pause. He looped his fingers at the waistband of your panties, tugging them off.

Yunho wrapped his hands under your legs, scooting you further down the couch, until your ass was almost leaning off of it. He grimaced, his hands grasping at your thighs as he spread your legs wider to make room for him. You observed with eagerness, with such a neediness for him that you couldn’t hold still. He swiped his tongue down your slit sluggishly to taunt you, catching you off guard as he sank his tongue in, mopping up your wetness. His eyes stayed on you as your own eyes shut, making every slurp, flick, and lather of his tongue sound and feel more intense, “Oh, fuck.” You bent your right leg closer to you, giving him more room, feeling yourself unravelling, like a bomb quickly ticking away. He hooked his hands under your legs again, but this time pulling them over his shoulders. His tongue sank deeper, moving faster as his lips circled your sensitive clit. The suction of his mouth sent tingling up your spine, feeling yourself unable to hold still any longer. You clutched at the couch from under you as he continued, slipping his middle finger into your hole as he continued to eat. You gasped loudly, your thighs pressing Yunho tighter in between your legs. His moan vibrated against your clit, making you throw your head back, trying to lift your body off the couch. Yunho’s hands held you down, his tongue gliding up and down your folds, sucking at your clit for a few seconds before sliding his tongue back down toward your entrance. 

He dug his face deeper into you, his tongue slipping into your hole, his nose brushing against your clit, making you feel insane with pleasure. “Fuck, Yunho, please,” You moaned, biting down on your lip, your orgasm building at a rapid rate. Yunho snickered at your pleading, slipping two of his fingers into you, causing you to arch your back against the couch, your moans growing louder. The teasing was driving you up the wall, his fingers dug deep inside of you, curving upward, making you barely choke out, “I’m gonna-.” Yunho began lapping you up as he focused on your clit; his pretty, swollen lips sucking on it intensely, his fingers flicking at your gspot. Your hands clutched at Yunho’s hair, tugging at it as you could not detain your orgasm any longer, moaning out loudly. You shuddered, feeling your muscles spasm in every direction, finally letting go of his hair. He licked at your sensitive clit once more before moving back, his hands rubbing your thighs gently. You opened your eyes, a tear streaming down your face as you beamed at him. His adorable face covered in your doing, god, you wanted to keep him forever.

“You want some water?” He offered, still sitting on the floor as he watched you catch your breath. You pulled the blanket on the side of the couch over you, realizing you were the only one completely naked, your skirt bunched at your waist. You nodded at him, watching him walk over to your kitchen to pour some water from your filter. He returned to you with two cups, one for each of you, as he sat next to you. You threw the blanket over him, too, as he wrapped his arm around you to snuggle you closer. You leaned your head on his chest, taking a sip of your water, “Maybe you’re not as annoying as I thought.” Yunho laughed, nudging his face against yours, kissing your forehead. You both sat with each other silently, the sound of your breathing filling the quiet space. Yunho sighed, “If it’s okay with you, I’m going to head home. I have to be up so early for work.” He groaned, finishing the rest of the water in his cup, glancing over at you. You smiled up at him, gazing at the sparkle in his eyes that never seemed to go away, hating yourself for not noticing it before, “Yeah, that’s okay.” Yunho kissed you softly, his lips lingering on yours for a second before drawing back. “I’ll see you later, okay? Get some rest.” You watched him from the couch, gathering his things, and waving you goodbye before shutting the door behind him. You sat there in quietude for a moment, taking more sips of your water, replaying everything that just happened in your head.

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As the weekdays came and work took up most of your time, your mind still couldn’t shake Yunho off, not that you wanted to anyway. Your texts with him started soon after he left that night, checking in on you, asking what you had to eat, filling you in on his day as you did the same to him throughout the week, but you were both undeniably busy at work, and you just wanted to see him. Your finger hovered over his text chat, trying to figure out what to say and how to say it. You weren’t sure what was going on between you both, and you didn’t want to figure it out; you were just enjoying your time with him. “How do I go about this?” You tapped your fingers on your thigh. Hey, want to come over? No, no. That’s stupid. The phone began ringing in your hands, Yeosang.

“Hey Yeosang,” you held the phone up against your ear, hearing San’s voice immediately. “Y/N, what are you doing this weekend?” You took the phone from your ear, glancing at the caller ID again, “San, why don’t you call me from your phone?” He chuckled, hearing Yeosang in the background yell out, “His phone died, he’s been playing too much Love and Deepspace.” You couldn’t help but cackle at the sound of San shuffling to Yeosang and shoving him. “Stop telling people that! Anyway, I was thinking that since it’s a holiday this weekend, we can take a road trip up north, get a cabin. What do you think?” You shrugged, “Us staying in a cabin in the middle of the woods? That sounds like a horror movie waiting to happen.” San sighed on the other end, talking to Yeosang, “Looks like it might just be me, you, and Yunho.” Your eyes lit up at the sound of Yunho’s name, “Hold on, I didn’t say no. You know I’m down.” You heard San shout in joy, “Woo! Okay, meet at Yeosang’s tomorrow at 7 pm!” 

A road trip with Yunho, the chances of anything happening are slim to none since San and Yeosang will be there, but at least you get to hang out with him. You clutched your phone against your chest, wiggling excitedly in your chair, quickly returning to work.

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Friday night came, and you were on your way to Yeosang’s place, your small luggage rolling behind you, although it was just a weekend trip, you were a verified overpacker. You pulled up to Yeosang’s apartment, being greeted by a hyped San, “Finally, you’re here. Let’s head out!” San moved past you, not even giving you a chance to come in, Yeosang following, and then Yunho. You looked up at him, his timid smile greeting you, “Hey.” You felt your face become hot, remembering how good he looked between your legs, “Hey Yunho.” He glanced down at your luggage, “Let me help you,” picking it up and following the guys to the car. You shook off the heat seeming to blaze through your body, trailing behind Yunho. 

San offered to drive because it gave him the right to choose the music, but you didn’t mind. San’s playlists were always all over the place, but it was appreciated, and kept you on your toes when it went from hard electro to a ballad. You settled in the back seat, Yunho sitting next to you, while Yeosang argued upfront with San about sharing car DJ privileges. There was a space between you and Yunho on the seat that you wished you could fill. You reached for your blanket, deciding to take a little nap on the way there since work was rough and you didn’t manage to get any sleep the night before. Yunho peeked over at you, locking eyes with you as you cuddled up with your blanket. You smiled, mouthing out to him, “What?” He shook his head, covering his mouth to not laugh, mouthing back, “Cute.” You rolled your eyes playfully, shutting them as you drifted off to sleep. 

The ride was only about 4 hours long. You woke up from your nap, shuffling in your seat, and looked over to see a sleeping Yunho, moving your blanket to cover him. Yeosang was also asleep, while San was singing along to his playlist, as he pulled up to the cabin a few minutes after. You put your shoes back on, tapping Yunho gently to wake him up. He woke up abruptly, his eyes barely open, and looked confused as ever at the blanket lying on him. San was already in the cabin, a sleepy Yeosang following, dragging his luggage with him. You headed toward the trunk, Yunho beating you to your luggage, “I got it.” You beamed shyly, leading him inside. The cabin was big enough for each of you to have your own room, a nice fireplace in the living room, with a huge couch in the center, and a large kitchen with windows reaching up to the ceiling. This was the most comfortable-looking place ever. You headed into one of the empty bedrooms, plopping on the bed, stopping yourself from immediately falling asleep. After everyone got settled in, the guys thought it’d be a smart choice to watch a scary movie about a killer hunting people in the woods. Everyone had too much pride to admit they were scared, and you all watched it with dread, hiding behind blankets, pillows, and shut eyes.

You finally got to unpack your clothes a few hours later, got washed up, and were about to tuck into bed when Yunho came in, knocking lightly on your door, “Hey.” You sat on your bed, eyeing him in his jogging pants and oversized t-shirt, his hair just a tad messy, cuddly Yunho. “Hi,” you smiled, “Going to sleep now?” He nodded, stuffing his hands in his pockets, “Yeah, I just wanted to come and say goodnight.” You pursed your lips, biting the inside of your cheek, fighting the urge to push him onto your bed. “Goodnight,” You muttered out, painfully watching him head back to his room. You fell back onto your bed, placing the pillow over your head, wanting to scream into it. It’s truly insane how a few weeks ago, the thought of Yunho annoyed the crap out of you but now here you were unable to mentally control yourself around him, thinking of his mouth on you every waking moment. 

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The bed had to have been made out of clouds because you woke up feeling the most rejuvenated you’ve ever felt, you made a mental note to tell San to rate this a five out of five stars on the review. The sun peeked through the blinds of the window, you glanced over at your phone, 7 am. You snuggled into your sheets for more time, waking up just an hour later to music blasting from the kitchen; you already knew that was Yeosang’s doing. You yawned, pulling yourself out of bed, opening the door of your room, and seeing the boys eating breakfast at the kitchen table. “Good morning, sleeping beauty, come and get some food. We’re going on a hike!” San waved you over, setting up a plate for you. You sat next to Yeosang, sitting directly across from a barely open-eyed Yunho, who was fixing his messy hair as he smiled at you, “They woke me up with the music too.” You snickered quietly, glancing down at the most protein-based breakfast, courtesy of San.

You weren’t the most active person, nothing compared to San, but a nice walk in nature did seem relaxing, and that’s exactly what you could use to hopefully calm your mind. Since being around Yunho was not making you feel relaxed but maybe you could distract yourself for the time being. The breakfast table was silent, minus San, who went on about a trail he heard about and how excited he was to get a morning pump in since there wasn’t an actual gym in the cabin, something he reminded himself to mention in the review. You got ready quickly, glad you packed at least one pair of athletic leggings on this trip, even though they were used more for lying around, not actual athleticism. “Let’s go!” San yelled out from the front door, causing you to rush, shoving things quickly into your bag. You accidentally bumped into Yunho as you ran out of your bedroom, his hands wrapping around your waist to stabilize you, “Oh! You okay?” You smiled awkwardly, nodding, “Yeah, sorry.” You glanced down at his lips for a moment and then at his eyes, seeing that sparkle again.

“Hello?” Yeosang called out, staring at you both from the door. Yunho let go of you fast, clearing his throat, “Coming.” You brushed yourself off, following them out the door. The warm feeling of the sun on your face lifted your mood instantly, even though it was still a bit chilly. The trail San raved about was beautiful, the trees towering over you, the sounds of the streams of water and birds chirping, you were starting to understand nature lovers. San was leading the pack, followed by Yeosang, Yunho, then you, a few feet away. Yunho looked back at you, “How are you doing?” You grimaced, giving him a thumbs up, “Trying to keep up with you, daddy long legs.” You huffed, feeling like every step Yunho took was about three for you; again, you weren’t the most athletic person in this group. “Daddy?” Yunho spoke softly to avoid the other guys hearing, chuckling as you rolled your eyes at him, twitching at the imagery of calling him that in bed.

When you finally arrived at the end of the trail, San mentioned going down a different path that offered even more of a scenic route, but was a bit longer than the first. You could feel the sweat from your back dripping down at this point, even Yunho’s cheeks were red and flushed. Yeosang, who was San’s occasional gym partner, seemed perfectly fine and agreed with no hesitation. “Can we maybe take a little break first?” The group looked over at you as you perched yourself on a huge rock, wiping the sweat off your brow. “If you guys want, you can go ahead, I’m feeling a bit tired too.” Yunho explained to them, walking over to you, “We can just walk back to the cabin and meet you all back there?” Yunho, truly a savior right now, and you weren’t complaining this time. San shrugged, looking over at Yeosang, “Okay, cool, we’ll see you later then!” They waved you both off, heading down toward the pathway. Yunho extended his hand toward you, helping you back up. 

The cabin wasn’t too far, making the walk back bearable even though you knew you were going to wake up feeling so sore tomorrow. You finally made it, “Thank god,” you muttered, following Yunho inside. You threw yourself on the carpeted floor, lying on your back, admiring the wooden details of the ceiling you didn’t notice before, feeling every part of your body begin to ache. Yunho chuckled, observing you from above, “You’re welcome.” You glanced over to him, sitting back up, “What? I didn’t say thank you?” He leaned against the kitchen counter, throwing his bag on the chair, “You didn’t have to. I had a feeling that second hiking trail would’ve ended you.” You smacked at his leg playfully from the floor, knowing he was right on this, “Well, thank you, I guess. How can I ever repay you?” You rolled your eyes, pleading with him jokingly. “A massage would be nice.” Yunho grabbed his shoulder, rubbing it, his brows furrowing at the fake pain he was displaying. “Maybe after a shower, I’m so sweaty,” You sighed, getting up from the floor. “You can shower first, then,” He nodded, grabbing his bag to head back to his room. You spoke before you could think, “Or.” He stopped in his tracks, looking back at you, waiting for you to continue. “Never mind,” You smiled, shifting awkwardly. Yunho raised his eyebrow, “Tell me.” You could already tell he wasn’t going to let this one go, there was no way out of this, “We could save water and shower together.” He laughed slightly, looking down at his feet and back up at you, his cheeks showing a hint of rosiness, “Never took you as an eco-conscious person.” Your nerves were swallowed up by your chuckles, your heart pounding in your chest, “We should all be, don’t you think?” Yunho smiled, grabbed your hand, and led you to the bathroom without saying a word.

You didn’t think your boldness would get you this far and now you were internally freaking out at the fact that you would both be showering, bumping up against each other fully naked. Yunho turned on the water, making sure it was warm enough for you; the shower was quite large, a huge shower head hanging from above. For a moment, you both stood there, looking at each other, recognizing you would need to strip out of your clothes. You continued on your bold streak, removing your shoes, socks, leggings, and your shirt. Yunho tried to look away as you undressed, causing you to giggle, “You do realize we’re both going to be naked in there.” Yunho covered his mouth, laughing nervously, “You’re right.” Now his eyes were on you, as you pulled off your sports bra, then lastly your underwear. You hopped into the shower quickly, wanting to feel the warm water on you, almost as if it were some sort of shield. You looked out to see Yunho undressing quickly and following behind you. You were both facing each other, the water cascading down on Yunho now, causing a laugh from both of you as you huddled closer together. 

You reached for the shampoo, pouring some onto your hand and then Yunho’s, lathering your hair up. Both of your eyes were kept on each other, feeling too shy to glance anywhere else, even though Yunho had seen you naked, had his mouth all over you, you were still nervous because this felt different for some reason. You continued to wash the shampoo out of your hair, neither one of you saying anything, but you could tell he wanted to as his stare wavered, or maybe he wanted to do something else than talk. “What time do you think Yeosang and San will get here?” He finally broke the silence, reaching for the bar of soap. You looked over to see Yunho lathering the soap on his body, the bubbles trailing along his chest, gliding down his toned abdomen. “Hopefully not anytime soon,” you muttered out. “How about that massage then?” Yunho smirked, enjoying how your eyes followed his hands as he rubbed them across his body. You looked up at him, your heart thumping faster. Your teeth grazed your bottom lip, reaching up toward him, your hands falling on his shoulders. He smiled down at you, pulling you in closer, his hands wrapping around your waist, your nipples brushing against his chest, feeling them stiffen suddenly. 

Your mouth dropped open slightly as you tried to focus on his shoulders, and not the pleasure you were getting from your nipples slipping along his skin. Your thumbs dug into his shoulder, the soap helping them glide easily. Yunho shut his eyes, his hands staying in place, but his fingers tapping against your back gently. You continued massaging him, tiptoeing to reach him a little better. Yunho tilted his head to the side, his eyes still shut and his brows furrowing as he took in the feeling of your hands on him. You inched closer, but fell onto him as your foot slipped from under you. He held onto you tightly to balance you back on your feet, his length brushing against you. He held his breath, staring down at you in his arms, both of your bodies seeming to shiver. Yunho inched his face nearer to yours, placing a kiss on your lips, his hands trailing up your back, holding the back of your neck as he deepened the kiss. You placed your hands at his side, your abdomen swiping against his growing cock.

The want for each other was growing as the kisses became messier, your wet bodies sliding against each other, the sound of the trickling water falling onto the floor becoming more consistent as you grabbed at one another. You dragged your hand down his side, stopping at the top of his thighs, your fingers dancing along his inner thigh. He pulled away from you, looking down at your hand as he chewed on his bottom lip, his eyes begging and just waiting for a touch from you. Your hand slid over his cock, the soap bubbling as you wrapped it around him, stroking it painfully slow. Yunho’s hand fell back onto your waist, gripping onto you as he watched you stroke him, a soft groan leaving his lips. Your fingers played with the tip of his cock, causing him to almost lose his footing a bit. 

The water from the shower continued to run down his body; his long, built physique mirroring those beautiful sculpted fountains; every drop of water finding a home in the crevices and spaces of his body. You watched the soap completely fall off his length now, squatting slightly down in front of him, you held onto his leg to steady yourself. The tip of his cock meeting your lips, Yunho held completely still but his gaze was locked on you. He held on to your arm, his face falling into complete forfeiture as you slid him into your mouth. He couldn’t hold his moan in any longer, the sound echoing around the shower walls. His chest slowly heaving more as you swirled your tongue around him, sucking on him slowly, savoring every bit of him. Yunho threw his head back, moaning out again as you continued to press your tongue against his cock, your saliva dribbling around your mouth. Your tongue circled him, continuing to suck on him, his groans getting louder. Your center began to throb at the imagery of his cock inside of you. You pulled him out of your mouth, pushing his cock up toward his stomach, making your way toward his balls. He whined, his shoulder slumping down as you took one each, sucking on them, popping them out of your mouth like a lollipop. “Fuck,” He moaned softly, exhaling deeply as he continued to observe you, his cock twitching in your hand. 

You returned to his length, pushing him back into your mouth, his hand quickly cupping your face, “You’re so pretty.” His gaze made your core pulsate, wanting more, needing him more than you’ve ever needed anyone. You forced him deeper in your mouth, quietly gagging around him as his tip bumped into the back of your throat, your saliva lubing his cock up, making it slippier than the soap. You tugged him out of your mouth, continuing to stroke him with your hand, now at a quicker pace. Yunho’s hands traveled down to you, pulling you up to meet him, his hand gently wrapped around your throat. He drew you in for a kiss. “You drive me crazy, do you know that?” You felt the muscles of your legs twitching, either from the hike earlier or from the mere hunger for him, remembering the feeling of his tongue on you. You grinned against his lips, wrapping your hand around his that was around your neck, his grip getting tighter as he kissed you.

“Hello! We’re back!” The kissing stopped, your hands fell off of each other quickly, both of you wide-eyed. Fuck, fuck, fuck. “I’ll go, you stay,” Yunho assured you, grabbing a towel, his clothes, and slipping into his room, which thankfully was right next to the bathroom. You felt your heart pound rapidly in your chest as you tried to finish off your shower, hoping San and Yeosang did not see Yunho run out of here. Once you exited the bathroom, got dressed, and made your way to the living room, everything seemed normal. The guys brought their gaming system and were arguing over their game, including a freshly washed Yunho. You sat next to them on the couch, catching Yunho’s eyes, a sly smile on both of your faces. The hiking took a lot out of everyone, so you all agreed to cook up some frozen pizzas and have a relaxing game night, maybe watch some more movies. But San made sure to pack some bottles of alcohol.

“Okay, we’re playing Never Have I Ever with some shots!” San shouted, banging the cold tequila bottle on the coffee table, and four shot glasses followed. Everyone groaned at the sight of the bottle and San’s game option, “What happened to like Scrabble or Cards Against Humanity? Never Have I Ever? Really?” You sighed, staring up at San. San pointed over at Yeosang, “Someone forgot to pack the card games.” You shook your head at Yeosang as he shrugged, a huge, guilty smile on his face. “Tequila was the only option?” Yunho frowned, staring at the glistening bottle in front of him. You nudged him playfully, “Scared?” He smirked, crossing his arms across his chest, “Never.” 

Yeosang poured everyone’s shot, rubbing his hands stealthily, thinking of the first Never Have I Ever. “Never have I ever kissed someone.” The whole group whined, “Yeosang, you just want us to drink.” You sighed, downing your tequila shot. Yeosang smirked, shuddering after his shot, “Whatever, there are no rules to this.” San was up next, “Never have I ever,” he paused, “Hmm, sent a dirty text to the wrong person.” San downed his drink, watching as no one else took theirs. You couldn’t help but cackle, San throwing a pillow at you, “You guys suck!” You poured another shot into everyone’s shot glass: “Never have I ever eaten a girl out.” You smirked, watching all of them take their shot but you. “Well, that wasn’t fair,” San rolled his eyes, grabbing the bottle and pouring another shot for everyone. Yunho circled his shot glass on the table, “Hmm. Never have I ever showered with someone.” You hesitated to drink yours but joined once you realized everyone else was drinking too. “Kind of tame, Mr. Jeong.” Yeosang joked, taking his shot. “Says you, never have I ever kissed someone.” You mocked Yeosang, laughing at the glare he was shooting at you.

Another round went and came, and you were glad San agreed to pour half a shot instead of a full one. San and Yeosang’s faces were flushed, San lying on the floor, clinging to the pillow. The pizza could only help soak up so much of the liquor consumed, but you felt fine, you were experienced, and apparently so was Yunho. “Are you tipsy?” You asked him. He shook his head, taking another bite of his pizza, “Not really, you?” You shook your head in response, “Nope!” Before you knew it, Yeosang was asleep on the floor next to San, who was cuddling with the pillow. You peeked at the half-full tequila bottle. “When did they even drink this much? We were doing half shots?” Yunho tapped them lightly to wake them up, following behind them as he led their drunk asses to their rooms. You cleaned up the table, placing the glasses in the sink before returning to your room. You sat on your bed, hearing a small knock on your open door, Yunho. “Did you get them tucked in?” You joked. “I did. Now I’m here to tuck you in.” Yunho smiled, his hands in the pockets of his joggers. You bit down on your lip nervously, eyeing him, “Come here then.” He grimaced, slowly making his way to you. You stopped him before he got any closer. “Maybe we should lock the door?”

Yunho glanced back at the door, then at you, his hand nervously grasping at the side of his neck. He nodded, locking the door behind him quickly before making his way to you. You leaned back on your elbows against the bed, motioning for Yunho to come closer. He hovered over you, his hands on both your sides, holding himself up. You wrapped your legs around his waist, pulling him onto you, kissing him hungrily. He placed his arms behind you now, kissing you with so much intensity, making up for the time in between the shower and now. The whole night contained sneaky glances at each other, accidental touching, fingers inching toward each other, and you now knew it was all foreplay, leading to this moment. 

You ran your fingers through his hair, your other hand caressing his face as you tugged at his bottom lip slowly. He groaned, pulling away from your lips, kissing down your jaw toward your neck. His soft lips tickling you slightly, but then a sting of his teeth nipping at your skin. You began to rock your hips up towards him, letting him know just how much you were aching for him at this point. He pushed his hips back toward you, your sweet spot throbbing from underneath your shorts as his stiffened length rubbed against you. You pulled at his hair with both of your hands, a smirk spreading across his face. “You’re so naughty for a church boy.” You chuckled as he rolled his eyes, “Shut up.” He dragged himself off of you, throwing his shirt off. You sat up, yanking off your shirt as well, grasping the waistband of your shorts. Yunho reached for your hand, stopping you, slipping the shorts off for you. You watched as his eyes glistened, staring straight at your black lace panties with the cutest pink bow in the middle, like a package waiting to be unwrapped. You made sure to pack at least a few cute pairs of panties, just in case.

His breath strangled as he eyed you in your bra and panties for a moment before you got up from the bed to push him back onto it. He stared in awe as you worked on him, pulling his joggers off. You glanced down at his stiff cock under his briefs, just waiting to greet you again. You bit down on your lip before looping your fingers into his briefs, pulling them off slowly, his cock springing out. You felt yourself ooze through your panties, Yunho watching in anticipation as you hovered over his cock. Time to finish what I started. You smirked, dragging your fingers down his shaft and back up to his tip, circling it softly. He twitched at your touch, his mouth falling open as he stayed silent, his eyes pinned to your mouth. You peeked at him as you wrapped your hand around his cock, pushing the tip into your mouth, sucking it gently. Yunho threw his head back, his hands gripping the sheets, choking out a moan. You pushed him deeper into your mouth, his hands slipping into your hair, gripping it lightly, “Fuck, baby.” 

You continued then pulled his cock out of your mouth, your hand pumping him slowly as you watched him come undone. His breath grew heavy, his eyes following your every move. “Come here.” He moved forward, pulling you up toward him, onto his lap. You straddled him, his hands finding the clasps of your bra, pulling it off. He licked over his lips, moving his mouth toward your nipples, taking each one gradually. His tongue circled your sensitive bulbs, sucking it softly. You could feel yourself dripping down your leg at this point, your hands finding themselves in his hair now. You gasped as his thumb unexpectedly met your panties, his finger pressed on your clit. “Yunho.” You moaned, your hands moving down to his shoulders, holding onto them. “We can’t be too loud, baby.” He hushed you, tugging your panties to the side. He moved his lips back to your other nipple before slipping his thumb into your slit, circling at your sensitive spot. You felt yourself jerk forward, your hands wrapped around his neck now as you rocked against his thumb. Yunho smirked as he pulled his mouth away from your nipples to look up at you, his lips slightly swollen and pink, “Eager much?” You glanced down at him, rolling your eyes as you continued, getting lost in the pleasure. 

He continued to circle his thumb around your clit, the pressure building within you as you struggled to hold in your moans. He slid his index and middle finger down your slit simultaneously, feeling him enter them into your wet core. You felt your thighs shake slightly, a moan escaping your lips. You leaned in, kissing Yunho again, your forehead leaning against his as he continued playing with you. You moved his hand away from your clit, wrapping his arms around your waist instead. You lowered yourself closer against his cock, stroking yourself on it. Yunho exhaled a moan, “Wait, I don’t, I don’t have protection. We can stop if you want,” he muttered out. You crouched closer to him, your face meeting his as you placed a kiss on his lips. “I need you so bad, Yunho, I don’t know if I can stop.” The sensation of his cock rubbing against your clit, the tension was coiling within you. Yunho gulped, trying to catch his breath, nodding at you, “I need you too.” You shifted your leg up slightly, holding his cock from under you, guiding the tip into your entrance. Yunho shut his eyes tightly, gripping your waist, not being able to help himself any longer, and plunging into you. You cried out, sitting still on him to adjust to his size, biting down on your lip to smother the loudness of your moan. “Fuck baby,” Yunho melted from beneath you, breathing heavily. The pet name made you grow even more slick for him as you began to move your hips gradually, feeling yourself stretch around him.

You bounced on him at a steady pace, the waves of pleasure rising through your body. Yunho brought his hands to cup your breasts, his thumbs flicking your nipples playfully as you rocked against him slowly. You threw your head back, holding your hands over his tightly, leaning down, bringing one of his fingers up to your mouth. Your tongue circled his index finger, Yunho watching in admiration, his mouth agape. His eyes became the kind of intense you’ve only read about in books, growing dark like it fueled something in him. He gripped your waist, flipping you on your back now. His soaked finger returned to your clit, rubbing it as he slid his cock into you again. “Shit!” You hissed, the pleasure rising more intensely. Yunho, not breaking his pace, as your hands clutched at his back. He leaned in, planting kisses all over your face before meeting your lips. His tongue slid over your bottom lip, sucking on it lightly before trailing kisses down your neck, creating another mark on your skin. You whined in delight, your nipples rubbing against his skin as he pounded into you, his fingers not leaving your clit. You felt the intensity coming to a head now, feeling your thighs tighten around him, your hands clenching onto his arm as you tried to hold on longer.

He slid out completely, your core immediately feeling his absence as he plunged into you again, your moan ricocheting the space between you. Yunho did it again to tease you, loving the way he was making you sound, getting drunk off of your pleasure. Your nails dug into his back every time he plunged in deeper, any deeper, and you were about to break skin. He continued to thrust into you, nuzzling his lips into your neck, inhaling you. You gasped out another moan as he quickened his pace, feeling your orgasm about to spill over. “Baby,” You choked out, your body spasming under him. 

“Be a good girl and cum for me.” You couldn’t even clown him for that as the pleasure continued to build, his hips and fingers moving swiftly. You threw your head back, feeling yourself climax, as if shockwaves ran through your body. You choked out a moan, exhaling deeply as you came back down from it, your clit instantly twitching with sensitivity. Yunho moved his hand away, holding you close as his pace slowed, but didn’t completely stop. You pushed his sweaty hair out of his forehead, his cock hitting you deeper with every thrust, “Be a good boy and cum for me.” You smirked, a smile appearing on his face as he picked up the pace again. Your walls clenched achingly as you wrapped your arms around him, his face against the crook of your neck again, kissing it messily. “Fuck.” He groaned as his thrust began to slow, finally coming to a complete stop, feeling your center enveloped with warmth. His breath hitched, slowly returning to normal, as he leaned back against the bed, pulling you close to him.

You cuddled into him, Yunho leaning in to kiss the top of your head, pulling the duvet over both of you. His hands trailed down your side, his cheek leaning against your head. Your hands stayed on his chest, drawing circles on his glistening skin as your legs ached even more than before. “I didn’t think we’d end up here.” You admitted, glancing up at Yunho, a smirk on his face. “You can admit it now, I’m not annoying. You like me.” He nudged you gently, making you chuckle loudly before you smacked your mouth shut with your hand. “Well, now you’re annoying again.” You joked, quickly startled by the vibrations of your phone on the night table beside you. You reached across Yunho, hoping it wasn’t a tipsy San or Yeosang that might have heard everything that just happened. Yunho leaned his head back against the headboard, shutting his eyes as his fingers drummed against your hip. You smiled at his touch, the corners of your mouth falling as you read the name, Seonghwa, shining brightly on your screen.

[creati-bunny]

timeskip k. bakugo (ooc) & s. todoroki w/ f! filipino reader

“WHAT DOES ’ANG SIKIP’ MEAN?”

You spit out the water from your mouth, gazing at your boyfriend in front of you with horror in your eyes. Shoto merely tilted his head in confusion, holding out his phone; heterochromia eyes glinted in curiosity when one of your Instagram followers commented publicly in your story.

wayen4lifers4ever: shit, ang sikip 😛😛

You have never taken away his phone so fast, before looking at the screen. The comment appeared in your comment section made you stammer and laugh that only you can relate to. “Do you really want to know?”

Shoto Todoroki just nodded at you eagerly, making you sweatdrop.

“It means tight, Shoto.”

Shoto blinked rapidly, furrowing his eyebrows in confusion. “Tight? I do not think you look constipated in the picture.”

Pfft—

You howled so loudly, tears brimming in your eyes in amusement. You covered your mouth with your palm, wanting to muffle the horrendous snort that you would ever let out. “No, no. Uh… how should I say this?” You looked at him, not knowing what to say or even comment on his reaction—your cheeks were aching from smiling too much. “I am tight. Down there…”

“Down..what?”

You groaned in frustration before glancing at your boyfriend, who was only standing there clueless. A hurt pout begin to form on his face, seeing your aggravated reaction. “I’m sorry, I did not mean to annoy you.”

An arrow shoots into your heart, prompting you to feel guilty. You let out a big sigh, pulling him down beside you as you look at him seriously. “It is just a thing we Filipinos say when we see something we like.”

“Okay.”

Here goes nothing.

You bite your lip nervously, before looking at his curious eyes. “You are tight down there. It is commonly used when you’re having sexual intercourse with someone, and they say you’re very tight.”

Shoto blinked stupified at your vulgar comment, though he appreciated the honesty. “Oh.”

Shoto felt insulted for you.

You look at him in amusement at his silence after he opens his mouth, not knowing what to feel. “Does it not make you feel uncomfortable?” The latter just stared at you while he questioned.

“It does not.”

Shoto grasped your hand, letting out a hum before facing you. “Doesn’t this count as sexual harassment?” He looks at you in concern, not wanting his girlfriend to feel objectified.

You replied with a smile, “Honestly, it does not for me. And I know this person, sweetheart.” Your hand caresses his cheek fondly, making you grin more. “Like I told you, it is a thing Filipinos say when we’re complimenting someone; it may be distasteful to hear for some others, but it became a trend for us, nothing serious.”

Shoto does not know what to do, before typing something on his phone—making you confused. You gaze over at his left shoulder, seeing him type in response to the comment.

shoto: please refrain from commenting such things only i can prove.

You giggled, kissing his cheek.

Bakugo watches you argue with your brother in front of you, quite intrigued to hear you curse someone in your own language. He just stares at you in interest, and like the nosy one he is, listens to your conversation.

Even though he does not understand.

“Eh putangina mo naman pala, kasalanan ko ba na ginastos mo agad mga pera mo?” You cursed and berated your brother loudly, who spent all his money gambling and demanding you to give him money to pay off his debts. Your chest puffed out, about to smack your little brother. “Nagt-training ako dito, nagpapakahirap sa part-time job ko dito sa Japan para sa mga gastusin ko, tapos ibibigay ko lang sa katangahan mo?”

“Anong ngayon? Pamilya mo kami, edi dapat binibigyan mo kami ng pera eh!” Your brother shouted back at you, claiming that you should provide for him since he’s your family, making you see red.

You get angry with actions, Bakugo noted. It is funny to watch someone who is not from his country get mad and listen to them curse.

You cannot handle your brother’s shit anymore before you take out one of your slippers, attempting to murder him and hit his face. Numerous times.

THWACK

“Anong THWACK sabi THWACK mong gago THWACK ka? Magsalita ka pang ganyan, magmakaawa ka sa mga daliri mo!” You threatened with fire in your eyes, gritting your teeth and growling loudly.

He must have really pissed you off, huh? Look at your face looking so demonized. Bakugo is so proud of you.

It is Bakugo’s cue to hold you back when he sees your brother bleeding from his nose, pulling the back of your collar with his fingers. “Alright, that’s enough. You won, you idiot.” You thrashed at his grip, glaring at your boyfriend.

You thought he would have your back.

“Bitawan mo ako, Katsuki. I will give this shit a piece of mi—“

Bakugo ignored your protest and just carries you over his shoulder like a sack of potatoes, he was wearing a exasperated look on his face; for once, he was not the annoying, tempered one in the relationship.

After driving you home, you both were staying in the bedroom. You are wearing your pajamas, while you sulk at the edge of the bed—Bakugo just got back from the bathroom after brushing his teeth.

“He really got your panties in a twist, huh?” He remarked with a mocking tone. Katsuki let out an irritating scoff, “You are out here spitting shit I cannot understand, almost this close into knocking off your brother in the streets.”

Your eyebrow twitched, “I’m not in the mood for your antics, Katsuki. Why the fuck did you stop me?”

“I would have helped you if you just chose somewhere more private, dumbass!”

You clenched your jaw, “It’s my fucking fault now?”

Bakugo just rolled his eyes in response. God, you are way worse than him now. “Seriously, what the hell is going on?”

You groaned, “He wants money from me for his stupid gambling. I was this close in shoving up my leg to his ass.”

Bakugo just let out an impressed whistle. “That fire in you, I like it.” He ignores the glare you send his way, before he glomped you in his arms. “Attitude like that is a breath of fresh air.”

“Hah—?!” You look at him like he is crazy.

“I need you to fucking curse in your language often. My ears get victimized whenever I hear your shitty attempt to curse in my language.”

“Katsuki, do not make me come at you.”

Bakugo grinned tauntingly, squeezing your cheeks hard. “My girl is so fiesty, acting as if she can outdo me.” You whined in rebuttal, slapping his hand away. You scoffed and just lay comfortably on his chest.

Bakugo did not shut up yet.

“I should piss you off more often, you’re so fucking hot when you’re mad.”

You only gave him the finger before he attacked you in response (aggressive cuddles and kisses).

yes pinoy ako 🇵🇭 and this is just something random bye. this was not really written well.

translations:

shit, ang sikip: shit, you’re so tight

Eh putangina mo naman pala, kasalanan ko ba na ginastos mo agad mga pera mo?: you son of a bitch, is it my fault that you spent your money?

Nagt-training ako dito, nagpapakahirap sa part-time job ko dito sa Japan para sa mga gastusin ko, tapos ibibigay ko lang sa katangahan mo?: i’m training here, working hard at my part-time job here in japan for my bills, and you want me to give it to you for your stupid shit?

Anong ngayon? Pamilya mo kami, edi dapat binibigyan mo kami ng pera eh!: Who cares? I’m your family, you should provide me with money!

Anong sabi mong gago ka? Magsalita ka pang ganyan, magmakaawa ka sa mga daliri mo!: What did you say you fucking idiot? Talk like that again, and you can say sorry to your fingers!

Bitawan mo ako: Let go of me

[thatgirlwithasquid]

QPR Boblena Headcanons : Proximity

I've shared my headcanons about how I think boblena enjoy physical touch... And now here are my headcanons on how I think boblena hover in each others proximity! I will make more posts like this, most likely. I have a lot of thoughts about these two <3

Post-Thunderbolts* Roommates : After the events of Thunderbolts*, Bob doesn't exactly have anywhere to go. He was presumed dead for an indetermined amount of time and he wasn't even in the USA prior to that. Without having to be asked, Yelena takes him home with her. He crashes on her couch and they get used to living together. Bob and Yelena grow even closer.

Watchtower Roommates : They move into the same floor when the Thunderbolts/New Avengers move into the tower. Everyone else has their own so that they can have their own space, but Yelena and Bob have been roommates for a while already at this point and the idea of not living together is unthinkable. Their bedrooms are on opposite sides, with their shared spaces (kitchen, sitting area, etc) in between so that they have their own areas but they're still connected.

Parallel Play : Obviously, the pair of them don't necessarily share a lot of the same skills, hobbies, or interests. But they still like doing things near each other. They'll each be doing their own thing in the same room. Maybe Bob is reading in an armchair and Yelena is sat on the floor next to him, with her weapons around her in a semi-circle as she cleans her gun. Parallel playing. Being near each other but not necessarily doing anything together. Usually this is something Yelena initiates, but Bob has been known to see Yelena working on something and wander over with his own thing to do as well.

Shadowing Yelena : A lot of the time Bob just goes almost everywhere Yelena goes. Yelena walked into a room on her own? Give it three seconds and-- ah, there he is! Bob's followed her in because he's never far behind. It's kinda like he's a shy kid following around the only adult he knows... except he does know all the other Thunderbolts, he just likes being around Yelena that much. Yelena doesn't question it, she likes having Bob around as well. He follows her on missions whenever he can get away with it (not very often, only ever on the low stakes ones)

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@intothedysphoria i have been freed from my capitalistic responsibilities and have written up some more of my headcanons :D

[radiomogai]

ok hi. want to get input on a blog thing. specifically, the question of transids and archiving from radqueers

one of the main values we try to have when running radiomogai is not letting history be written by the victors. as such, we try to be as unbiased as possible in what it is that we reblog and put on external archives. this means we will archive terms we disagree with, terms we believe are harmful in some manner, terms coined by people we disagree with or even despise, troll terms, posts that upset us. we try our best to be unbiased, and while that's impossible and we do notice bias in our work, we are proud of our implementation of this value

when transids first started becoming a community issue, we ended up developing some pretty bad OCD around them, as well as the topic of radqueerism. we couldn't even archive chronosian terms for a while because of this. in the past year or so we've made massive improvements on this and we're now comfortable having conversations about them. hell, we have an anthropological interest in transids and in radqueer ideology, similar to our anthropological interest in microlabels and subcultures overall

also in this time, the overall attitude of the MOGAI community has shifted. there are a lot of people now who are accepting of transid terms and experiences, and there are community members who are transid themselves. there has become an understanding that transids are not inherently tied to radqueer ideology, and there has been a rise in people being radqueer-critical instead of anti-radqueer

so with all of this said. we want people's thoughts on how we go about archiving transids as well as archiving things made by radqueers, whether or not these things are transids. at current, we're using our own judgement in each individual situation, and most things that don't go on radiomogai do get saved to be put on archive.ph later anyway. when you give your thoughts, i do ask that you keep in mind that radiomogai is meant to be a queer community resource and a historical record, and that no matter what someone does or does not believe, if they are queer then you cannot try to deny them their queerness

please let us know in a reblog, reply, or ask. do note that we likely will not respond to responses right away and may not at all. we are under a lot of stress right now in our personal life and have been having both a fatigue flare and an asociality flare, but we've been sitting on this topic for long enough that i got tired of waiting for the right time for it

additional notes i want to clarify after feedback on the draft of this:

radiomogai would not at all become a majority-radqueer or even largely radqueer archive. not only are there other projects dedicated to doing that already, but we also frankly prioritize non-radqueer MOGAI terms more

there are certain sorts of terms we would absolutely not be putting on radiomogai. we'd still be putting them on archive.ph, but for various reasons {our OCD, keeping the blog up, etc}, they would not go here. this includes but isn't limited to hate-related terms, certain harm-related terms, paraphilia-related terms, some race-related terms, anything actively advocating for causing nonconsensual harm, stuff along those lines

if you block a tag, posts that have been tagged with that in any version of the post will still be hidden. so people could block radqueer tags and any posts that have had those tags added by OP would still be blocked for you, even if we don't include those tags

we would absolutely make it more explicitly clear in our pinned post that archival does not equal to endorsement, we've been meaning to get around to that anyway lol

[nquesoxlies]

I think that tim does not have even a single show bible written for 911 lol.

The characters are unevolved. The only person who did evolve, they've killed.

I loved the backstory they gave for Buck in s4, what an interesting story to fuck a guy up.

It could have connected so well in s6 as well, with the whole donor storyline. Instead of it being that he understood that he really did want a child or this idea of donor vs dad thinking it could have been something that really created so much more interiority within him, this idea that he was able to give some other parents a son while he couldn't save his own parents son.

If you put all that on a real person they would get so fucked up lol.

Here also in s8, it's almost like he's the punching bag. Nothing ever happens to him, everyone is just reacting to him. He's literally the kicked dog.

I would have actually really liked it if they wrote him like he's not okay. Instead of just transferring.

Where is the montage of him texting bobby (post coma????!) and no response coming in and him just becoming more reckless because he thinks he's still stuck????!!

That would have been impactful storytelling.

Sometimes I really don't think procedurals deserve fandoms lol.

Tim has stated he doesn't have a show Bible lol this is why I'm thankful for fanfiction

[polyamorousmood]

Asking you and/or any of your followers for whom it may be relevant. I'm part of a triad. At some point in the next couple years, I'm aiming to move in with two of these gals I'm dating. My question is, for anyone in this situation: Do you all share a bed? Is a king-sized generally large enough for three people to actually sleep on together comfortably in your experiences? Or do you all trend towards other sleeping arrangements? Any other pitfalls or issues I should prepare for?

I don't default to three people in a bed by default, though I've done it for special occasions.

A king bed will hold me and my two partners fine. Though if you've got someone who kicks in their sleep, there could still be trouble. I could also see space getting tight if your group is bigger than average in some way (be that height, fat, or muscle). Kings do take up a lot of floor space, and I would recommend checking the bedroom size to make sure it can comfortably fit.

The biggest reason I don't do it normally though is that it gets very hot🔥🌡, especially for the middle person, and I don't mean in the sexy way. Well. It can get sexy too. But even with cold sleepers, three in a bed can cause overheating. If you do this, my advice is to come prepared with ways to cool:

If everyone is able to sleep without covers or just a thin sheet, do that.

If you need the weight of a blanket, I suggest finding one of those net-like blankets that will add the weight without actually trapping much heat (I was able to find the type I'm thinking of by googling "lace knit blanket"). Weighted blankets still normally trapped too much heat in my experience.

Fans

If you're buying a new bed just for this, waterbeds 💧🛏let you set the temperature. I have a theory that if you set it slightly cooler than you actually want, the entire thing will act as a heat sink. I DID own a waterbed so I know how they work, and am pretty confident it would help a lot. But I wasn't practicing poly at that time so I never got to actually put it to the test. It takes a couple days for the temperature to adjust on those things go, so it might take a couple weeks to get it sorted how you like.

The people I live with all have separate bedrooms (and full or queen size beds), but normally pair up for bedtime according to our whims. This works out great for us, though it does up the required square footage of your place together significantly. And it may not be for everyone, anyway, sounds like you're wanting things as integrated as possible. I strongly prefer this personally because having your own space to fall back on is very nice, especially if:

Someone is significantly messier or tidier (each person is responsible for keeping their room to their own comfort level)

You host overnight guests a lot (easy to free up a spare bed)

Decor sensibilities clash

Different mattress firmnesses are preferred

Anyone is telling their family you're "just roommates" (hard to have 3 roommates in a 1 bedroom)

Someone has a pet the other(s) don't want to have to deal with in some way (smell of cage🐹/litter box🐈‍⬛️, dog🐩 sleeping on the bed, etc)

You want to prioritize all the individual relationships instead of it being a three-way mush

Probably lots of other things

This is FAR from a comprehensive list, of course. But those are the considerations I've encountered. I do hope other people will chime in with their experiences because this is so interesting!

I'm super happy you're able to start thinking about here things!! It's really nice when everyone can be together 🥰 I hope you and your girlfriends get to all live under the same roof soon, and that it's everything you dreamed 💙💖🖤

[assignmentimprobable]

Want some Benthan-tinged Benji struggles? No? Too bad.

Tagging @airlocksandaviaries cause they hype my writer’s sadism up

Takes place during Rogue Nation.

“I will give you a chance.” Lane’s words drag like nails on a chalkboard, cutting through Benji like an errant breeze seeps through old windows. “Your odds will depend on him.”

The ‘him’ is Ethan. And of Ethan? Benji has no bloody doubt. He would put the world in Ethan Hunt’s hands.

“If,” The Syndicate’s Leader punctuates. “He does not take the money for himself.”

“He wouldn’t. That’s not Ethan.” Benji says, and like a total wanker, he has revealed his hand. Lane turns with interest, leveling him with those cold, dead eyes.

“You know him well.”

“Sod off. I’m not telling you anything.” Considering his predicament, Benji feels that he is perfectly entitled to be crabby about every bloody observation being made about his bloody person. Especially when Lane takes the response as permission to approach, sticking his ghoulish countenance into Benji’s personal bubble. Leaving him to squirm, like a worm under the slight pressure of a boot.

“You don’t need to. I have what I need.” Lane’s affect is a flat, nasally thing, unresponsively responsive. The cuffs on Benji’s wrists are fully taut now, he has stretched the limits of just how far away he can go from the Syndicate’s leader. He’s certain he looks like a right muppet, neck stretched and face smushed up like he’s eaten something disgusting. The silence and the lack of space bears down on him, nails scratching, bending on the arm rests. Not for the first time since they jabbed the needle into his neck and dragged him up here with a bag on his head, he wishes Ethan was here.

“Get him ready.” Lane tips his head, and suddenly the two men, the so-called Bone Doctor and an unnamed henchman are flanking Benji, holding him down— a bit of a tosser’s effort considering he’s bound to a fucking chair. He squirms nonetheless because people are touching him and it feels like danger all around.

He’s done the simulations, faced down the barrel of more guns than the average bloke, and helped avert more than one mass-death catastrophe. But he has never been captured, and with cold realization, he understands that Lane sees this and something else. Something so devastating, if extracted from him the way the Syndicate reaches into places teeming with life and drags them asunder. He realizes that for Lane, it was never a matter of gauging whether the disavowed agent would come for his teammate, but the nature and ferocity with which he’d arrive. Benji has delivered the answer and the man he loves on a silver platter. Lane spares him no further glances as he leaves. For Benji, it’s as much a mercy as it is him being condemned to his fate.

He smothers the panicked voice that reaches for Ethan and starts trying to bite the henchman.

[bonsiii-art]

Okay so this has some last of us thing as the plot is about "What if Longan lost their power the same as pitaya dragon and met Anon?"

They could be in disguise - i believe i saw an account made Longan in disguise but forgot who - and just has to BEAR with Anon's jokes!

"Are you a vegetable? Because you're a CUTE-cumber!... Get it?"

"Wanna hear a joke about pizza? Never mind it was too cheesy"

Like Longan have to bear with each and EVERY joke anon is dropping wither it's flirting or bad or a joke they don't even understand. (They don't know much about cookie world your honor they're somehow still a baby).

But with time Longan start, in their own way showing interest - or just trying to find a way to make hearing the 'jokes' more bearable - to the lines and anon themselves.

"Baker trade bread recipes on knead-to-know basis-"

"I get it" longan answers coldly as they walk besides them.

They answer to anon and even asks showing progress in their unknown bond

"A backward poet writes 'In verse'-"

"You don't sound like you get it"

"...sadly i don't 😭"

And after time spending together, Longan start to find some positive - hardly can be called "joy" if it's not offing cookies - things based on hearing the jokes/puns.

"I used to be addicted to soap, but am clean now"

"... Not bad"

Ending:

I thought as a bad end if anon helped longan regain their power back and passed away helping, Longan would keep their joke book with them and read it from time to time. If the book got rugged from age they'll either memorize it or write it in a scroll to keep it for the future generations. (Extra points if Longan was reading some jokes/puns on Anon's grave).

Extra scene:

Remember in my previous ask i said i was listening to "flare" right? The very few seconds it start with us hearing "If you're a vegetable you'd be a CUTE-cumber". I thought: what if anon was offed by an enemy and Longan had this sentence played in their mind over and over since it's anon's favorite line to drop on them.

And as the song builds up, we see Longan just glaring at the enemy who took Anon's life prepare to make them vanish!

I LOVE THIS like I'm imagining this as if it happens after Longan gets eventually defeated at the end of the dragon story. So anon finds someone injured near their home, gets them fixed up and takes care of them till they get better. In the meantime, Longan's gotta make do with no sorcery and no future sight. Just standoffish and awkward >:P

Them getting used to Anon's puns are so cuuute!! (o′┏▽┓｀o) Longan going from completely ignoring them to actually giving a response because now they're actually listening to their cookie companion! I imagine Anon trying to make jokes about dragons doesn't land with Longan (Disrespect by a cookie about their kin, no matter how lighthearted is especially offending to them) so they avoid those. But- " Y'know, something I heard about the Ivory Dragon..." " ! " " Many people got turned into statues by them but the ones who met the dragon and survived say that they were really... ...stone-faced." ".........." " ...Yeah, sorry, that was dark." Longan in their head is just like " That was pretty good."

That ending is so good, I love me that angst. It hurts so good. 〜(￣▽￣〜) I wanna add to that by saying that what if Anon during their time with Longan, made it their personal goal to try and make the dragon laugh? But they died before they ever could. So when Longan is copying the puns into a scroll, they get that sudden moment of realization that here they are, trying to preserve a cookie's legacy, writing down their bad jokes into draconic paper. And they laugh harder than they ever had before ~~like that one pedro pascal gif.~~ It's so laughable and it's so bitter, it hurts their heart.

Also listened to that song and YEEEA I get what you're putting down!! The scenario is perfect with that build up! Also, the tune is pretty good, I like it! :P