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servin-up-surveys · 1 year

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survey #089

(taken december 15th of last year; uploading surveys taken while gone)

Do you think you’re good enough for the person you like? Nope. He deserves someone more successful. And actually pretty.

Is this year the best year of your life? Nope. I still think 2017 was. Wild that it started with an OD... things change, man. Healing happens.

Is your current hair color your natural hair color? No. It's some mess of purple and like seaweed-green right now. I'm ready to get it fixed, IF things even go right this time... I feel bad for my poor hairdresser, she's completely legit and has decades of practice and skill and my hair confuses the hell outta her with how it reacts to and mostly rejects color.

Do you think your first love affects the way you go on with life? In MY case, it absolutely, very strongly did, but I have a feeling that's not the case with absolutely everyone.

Is there something you want to say to someone but can’t/won’t? Yeah.

Who gives the best advice? I think Mazzy. They're just very wise and reasonable imo and can see so many angles of a situation and I just really respect their advice.

Do you have a lot of pictures of you and your friends? No. I hate having pictures taken of myself because I'm hideous but I'm trying to get over it honestly because I WANT pictures with people I love for when I'm old and want to look back.

Who do you usually see in your dreams? Honestly, a lot of the time, my nightmares involve people I don't or very barely know at all, it's really strange. Sometimes it's my mom, though, which is just as if not more odd because honestly I'm closer to her than I've ever been these days; I never have violent thoughts/urges against her in my conscious world. Jason also still kinda regularly shows up, though he's never been the subject of one of my violent nightmares, just normal painful dreams.

What was the weather like yesterday? It's been super cold and rainy the past few days.

Why did you last leave school early? Oh hell if I know, it's been years.

Do you know anybody in the military? I know OF people, but no one personally. I have a friend who I'm 99% sure WAS in the military but left because she hated it.

Who is your favorite animated character? Pyramid Head/Red Pyramid Thing from the SH franchise.

What’s your preferred salad dressing? What Olive Garden uses. I'm thankful you can buy it at Wal-Mart lmao.

Do you have a favorite NASCAR driver? I have a negative amount of interest in that.

Have you ever been diagnosed with anything unexpected, mental or physical illness? How did you finally find out? Ummmmm maybe? I'm quite sure nothing mental though because I've expected pretty much everything I've been diagnosed with.

Where do you like to sit when you’re on the computer? I only use the laptop on the desk in the spare room these days. Those years of living in my bed are pretty far behind me now, thank the actual fucking lord.

Does it ever bother you when you can’t remember all the details about a book you’ve read? YES!!!! This is actually why I'm considering re-reading The Outsiders. I still consider it one of my favorite books because I remember the impact it left on me, but I can remember almost nothing about it by this point.

Who was your favorite character in the last movie you watched? What about in the last book you read? Ummm I'm pretty sure that was The Secret Life of Pets, and looking up the character list (I'm not familiar enough with the names), probably Chloe because oh my god WHAT A CAT. I also like Gidget bc RELATABLE HUNNY

If you keep lists, what kind of topics do they cover? Heh... in my phone memos, I have lists of drawing ideas, ball python morphs + tarantula species I want, as WELL as other pets (mostly reptiles), future gift plans for Girt, tattoo ideas, and reasons to stay motivated and never give up.

Do you feel as though you’re good at understanding/communicating with animals? I definitely do.

What is the biggest decision you’ve made in the past year? Probably dropping Sara from my life.

If you could reconnect with someone from your past, who would it be and why? Megan. Because despite lying about so fucking much for pity and to be "cooler" or whatever the hell she thought, I just still feel like she was, at heart, a good person that very much cared about me like I did her, she just... had problems that by this age I would genuinely hope she fixed. I'll always remember talking on the phone for hours, staying up late texting, being there for each other... There was something about that friendship that has never been replicated since.

What movie/show "emotionally scarred" you as a kid? Fuckin Courage the Cowardly Dog. 😭 King Ramses can eat a dick and a half

How do you cheer up your best friend? I get extra affectionate when he's down.

When’s the next time you’ll be drinking? Zero idea. Maybe New Year's.

Last piercing you got and the next piercing you’re getting? Last one I got, tongue. I'm pretty sure I'm getting an industrial ear piercing next.

Who do you text the most? My mom.

What kind of car does your boyfriend have? I am absolutely horrible with cars, I have zero idea. It's pretty nice though, that and the fact it's either black or dark blue (idr) is all I really know.

Have you ever played Gamecube? I feel like I have at a friend's place.

What are you fascinated by? Abnormal sciences are a big one, like mutations and shit. I just find all things nature-oriented to be very interesting.

Would you be willing to be examined for medical research? I'd need more details.

Do you have a favorite pet? I adore Roman and Venus quite the same, although I think it's very understandable that mine and Roman's bond is closer, given snakes are unable to form those kinds of relationships. I KNOW Roman loves me, but all I expect Venus to do is trust me, and that's fine. That's just the reptilian brain.

Could you call your best friend right now and tell them your biggest secret, and trust them to keep it? Yes.

Have you ever touched a caterpillar? Yeah, I loved holding them as a kid. I still very much remember in elementary school, there was a big tree us kids got to play around on like field days and stuff, and it was COVERED in caterpillars during the right time of year.

Is there a YouTube channel whose videos you always watch? Mmm, mostly. I watch almost everything John Wolfe uploads, and then I go on binges of catching up with tarantula kat and Snake Discovery.

Who is one singer or band you would kill to see live? RAMMSTEIN RAMMSTEIN RAMMSTEIN ON GOD 😭 their concerts are legendary and I physically, emotionally, and spiritually NEED to go

What if you found out your ex was having a child with someone else? If it was Jason, I'm very well aware I would feel EXTREMELY weird and almost absolutely have an emotional breakdown at some point bc trauma and once upon a time that's what *I* wanted, but I think I'd ultimately be okay, at least eventually. If I found out Sara was pregnant, I'd honestly be extremely worried about her because she has never wanted children and we both know that her body absolutely could not handle pregnancy.

Do you like your middle name, or does it embarrass you? I mean it's pretty, but it is way, WAY too damn common. I know SO many people not even related to me that have "Marie" as a middle name, too.

When was the last time you couldn’t stop laughing? Why? fucking last night when I was watching a Game Grumps episode, lol

Any ways in which you’re very different from the person you love/ like? I am way, WAY more emotional than he is.

Who was the last person to unfriend you on Facebook? Idk, idc.

Do you know why he/she decided to unfriend you? I'm sure it was either a political or religious thing, I ain't shy about sharing those beliefs.

Have your grandparents ever asked you about your love/sex life? lol homie the only grandmother I knew didn't give a shit about me or what I had going on, ever. Not that I at all woulda WANTED her to ask something like this, but yeah, she did not care about anything stemming from/relating to my mother/her own fucking daughter. Mom was the black sheep, and then I was. So she double didn't like me, I'm sure.

What was the last amusement park ride you went on? Oh wow, I don't think I've been on one since very shortly before the breakup... Jason, his friend Dillon, and I went to the town fair and I stepped WAY outside my comfort zone in getting on one of those really tall rides where you sit around this circular thing and are carried way, way up and then abruptly dropped. I am very afraid of those rides (safe to say I screamed lmao) but said fuck it and did it anyway. It's an achy memory because this actually might have been the exact night of the breakup, but if it wasn't, I KNOW it was extremely close. I tried my best to stop being afraid of everything and just taking that first scary step but it wasn't enough.

Who was the last person to give you some of their food? Uh probs Mom.

The last person you met, what was your first impression of them? Uh pretty sure I last met a doctor, and I thought he was fine but seemed kinda bad with talking. Same, bro.

When was the last time you felt left out? idk

Who was the last person you told a secret to? My sister Nicole, I guess. She wanted to know why Mom entirely broke down outside of Ashley's place a few weeks ago, and I really wasn't sure if Mom would want her to know, but I also felt extremely weird hiding that from my sister so told her, along with that she absolutely could not tell Ash because Mom doesn't want her to know. I still feel weird about it, also having told her to not tell Mom I'd shared it with her. It was a messy convo I just really didn't know how to handle, a big part absolutely being because that I'm always so desperate to feel like my sisters like me so did what I knew she wanted.

Have you ever been on a ferris wheel that had swinging cages/gondolas? Were you in the swinging cage/gondola or too chicken to go on it? Going back to that town fair thing with Jason, yes. I remember he was afraid to get on it because he hated heights, but I talked him into it. We kissed at the top and I thought it was super cute.

How many people have you had feelings for this year? Only Girt.

Your parents split; would you want to live with your mom or dad? My parents did split, and Nicole and I (Ash had already moved out) stayed with Mom.

Do you think somebody’s in love with you? I think, yeah. He's never said those exact words but his actions are pretty loud.

Do you ever listen to music that’s in a different language? I very regularly listen to Rammstein, and there's a Latin song from WoW I absolutely adore that I listen to sometimes. There's probably more; I really should listen to more foreign metal bands in specific, historically I've loved those kinds of songs.

What’s your most embarrassing moment? FUCK this one occasion where I realized Mom was home when I was rather sure she wasn't and walked out of my room half undressed after Doing Stuff with my bf and saw her on the couch and I just wanted to pass away. We never, ever addressed what happened and I am beyond thankful my mom clearly made the decision to just pretend nothing happened lmao

What was the last thing you took a video of? I actually don't know.

Are there any ways in which your childhood was highly atypical? My dad was an alcoholic, for one. I was honestly just a weird kid, too. At least, I feel like I was. I liked untraditional things.

Have you ever been somewhere where you didn’t fluently speak the local language? No.

Have you ever dated someone from a very different socioeconomic background? Yes, Sara, but I honestly feel really weird sharing details about this because it's just totally not my business to share. I typed it out but ended up deleting it, I felt gross.

Do you own a disco ball? No, but man I wish I did now just so I could see how Roman would react to it, lol.

What mountain range is closest to your house? Appalachian.

Have you ever had famous neighbors? No, not that I'm aware.

Are you competitive? Nah. I'm not gonna say I NEVER am, but that is super far from a regular trait of mine.

[TW: SUICIDE/DRUG OD] What’s the biggest risk you’ve ever taken? I guess in all technicality, overdosing pretty heavily on cold meds. It still blows my fucking mind practically nothing happened, though I'm going to credit that to getting lots of fluids in time, ig.

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whyyynotttt · 2 years

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i just had my second miscarriage 4 days ago. I’ve had time to process and heal a little bit, but i’ve also been avoiding thinking about it and keeping myself busy and distracted. it’s cruel is what it is, though. probably one of the cruelest things you can experience in this world. when you’re pregnant, at least for me, you’re constantly reminded that you have a baby on the way because of your body. you can feel it all over, and when you’re thinking something repeatedly throughout the day every day, you can’t help to become a little obsessive. not only that, but the excitement grows every single day when you’ve had more time to think about your new reality and you get a few new symptoms. you have to watch what you eat and make sure you eat enough and frequently. there are certain things you can’t eat, drink, or do, so your whole life becomes all about this baby that’s been growing inside of you for just a few short weeks. in your idle time, when you doze off, you think about the life ahead of you, what this baby will look like, what she’ll be like. and then, with no hesitation or warning, it happens. blood, cramping, clots. it’s happening. as you slowly feel the blood draining from you and the pulling and squeezing coming from your uterus, you know there’s nothing you can do to hold on. there’s nothing you could have done or not done to have prevented it, yet you feel guilty and a deep, immense sadness and loneliness. what’s even crueler is that it doesn’t stop there. for the next few days you will continue to bleed and cramp, all the while still experiencing pregnancy symptoms, as if the rest of your body hasn’t gotten the memo yet that this journey has ended prematurely. pregnancy hormones still linger in your body and you are reminded of the life that could have been. we weren’t planning for a baby, but we also weren’t against the idea of it. we embraced, celebrated, re-calibrated our lives to budget and plan for this unexpected gift that we were given. anyway, another few hours spent in the emergency room for doctors to take tests and tell me what I already know. so they poke and prod you to take the tests and get the numbers, break the news to you, and send you off with a $360 bill (after insurance). what’s worse about this time around is that i got to experience being pregnant for a little bit longer, which also means you have more pregnancy hormones in you that will take longer to dissipate, meaning your symptoms take longer to go away. and i am now part of a veryy small statistic of women in a category known as recurrent miscarriage. i don’t know that if i were to actually try to have a baby it would be successful. and that breaks me.

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noteguk · 3 years

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bad attitude | jjk | m

[ ! ] this is part of the bad influence collection. You can read it as a stand-alone though!

— summary; in which Jungkook finally learns how to behave. Kind of.

— contents and warnings; pwp, smut, badboy!jk x goodgirl!reader, enemies with benefits/enemies to lovers, brattysub!kook x dom!reader, actually more of a switch!kook/switch!reader, the oc is kind of a demon with teasing because payback is a bitch, bondage, edging, dirty talk, begging, oral (m receiving), female masturbation, cockwarming, unprotected sex (don’t be dumb), creampie, stuffing, Taehyung makes a cameo, terrible use of the two wolves meme I’m so sorry

— words; 7,2k

— author’s note; yes I started this with a meme and no I’m not okay. This is kind of chaotic tbh but I wanted to write something a bit more unhinged and lighthearted after all that drama from the third part of the series. This happens some time after bad reputation.

Also! Take a look at the text messages that brought them to this moment ;)

Probably one of the dumbest things that Jungkook had ever heard came from his roommate and childhood friend, Taehyung, after a few hours scrolling through Facebook with a blunt hanging from the corner of his lips. Taehyung was in the deep web equivalent of social media: entrepreneur pages, where young, overly-dressed men with obviously rented convertibles promised to teach gullible people how to become millionaires by working at home (if you only pay for their courses). Nevertheless, what started as an ironic scroll through shallow motivational quotes quickly escalated into a semi-believable, mostly high rant about the importance of controlling your inner demons, which Jungkook sadly had to endure, since he was the only person around and, therefore, his roommate's sole target.

Taehyung was high out of his mind, but it seemed as if he would be the last to get that memo: in his twisted conception, he was spilling the hottest of truths (and not the incoherent ramble that it really was). Fighting through Jungkook’s complaints and eye rolls, he simply went on and on about how the page “Alpha Billionaire 101” wasn’t really that off beat when they said that you do, in fact, have two wolves inside you — and the one you feed is the one that wins. Jungkook was basically disassociating by the point that Taehyung started drawing some graphs, looking fixedly at the two wolves on the screen of his computer (one written “success and drive” and the other one representing “failure and procrastination”) and wishing that the gods above would strike him down once and for all.

And why is that important? Well, because eventually Taehyung fell asleep and moved on with his life, only casually mentioning the other stuff he saw on that page, but his words stuck around, glued to the back of Jungkook’s head. Not because they held any sort of meaning, but because the wolf metaphor was just too stupid to forget. And that eventually caught up to Jungkook in the strangest, most unexpected of ways: with you and bondage being involved.

Now, Jungkook had two wolves inside of him: one was extremely laid back and barely cared about most things that happened, as long as he was having a good time. The second wolf was a bitter, prideful, egocentric, mean little thing that simply wouldn’t fold no matter how much the world wanted it to. And it was that second wolf that took him to that position: because Jungkook told you that he was positive, certain, a hundred percent sure that he’d never be like you and beg for something during sex.

Which made both of your wolves absolutely pissed.

“What the fuck…” he mumbled, looking up at your agile hands moving like wasps around his wrists. The room was dark, barely illuminated by the moonlight that came from the window, but that wasn’t really the reason why his pupils were so blown-out. “Where did you learn to tie knots like this?”

You smiled, giving a last pull on the ropes to make sure they would stay still. Jungkook had been elated when you finally told him that you’d be willing to try it out bondage. One thing he didn’t expect, though, was that he would be the one getting tied up. “I was in the Girl Scouts,” you told him, sitting back against his thighs.

Jungkook scoffed, tugging at the ropes. They weren’t too tight, yet they burned his skin a bit — not an unwelcome feeling, but his mind wasn’t too focused on it. He had to live up to his own words. “Of course you were in the fucking Girl Scouts.” He rolled his eyes. “So, how long is this gonna take?”

His gaze followed as your hands unclasped your bra. Jungkook, who had already been stripped down to his boxers, could barely disguise the twitching of his eyebrows when your breasts finally came into view. The bra collapsed somewhere on the floor. “Depends on how long it takes for you to say it,” you reminded him.

Jungkook shifted around, gaze following the rise and fall of your chest. His hands struggled against the ropes, aching to touch your breasts, and you could notice the frustration blossoming at the back of his throat when he spoke up. “I’m not gonna say it.”

With a pout, you leaned back in, placing your hands on his broad chest for leverage. “Then it’s probably going to take a long time.” You blinked up at him, and there was a devilish glint in your eyes that he didn’t remember seeing before. He was doomed. “Comfortable?”

“Not at all,” he complained.

The smile you gifted him made his knees weak for a second. “Perfect.” Your hands traveled to the back of his neck, fingers playing with his hair and eyes zeroing in on his mouth. “Now, be good and kiss me like you mean it, okay?”

Be good?

Jungkook didn’t get any time to digest your words before your mouth was pressing against his, enveloping him in your warmth — and suddenly he didn’t want to think about anything else. How could he? When you had your hands caressing his neck, with a soft sigh against his lips, there was nothing else in the world that could rob his attention.

In the end, past his brooding, unshakable persona, Jungkook was still a weak man when it came to you, he really was. It had become a natural, well-rehearsed reaction of his to explore your mouth with his tongue at every chance that he got; your lips slapping together as he groaned against you. The skin of his wrists was tingling, pressing hard against the ropes that held his hands back from exploring your body; from pulling you closer like he wanted to. Instead, he was at your mercy, following your own pace as you leaned your head to the side, fingers tugging on his hair as you sighed happily into the kiss.

It was exactly the way he liked: sensual, slow, messy; made his head spin when you rolled your clothed center on his erection before sucking on his tongue. Jungkook was sure that you were doing all that on purpose, riling him up as much as possible before finally touching him where he needed so much, and that was definitely going to be a problem.

In the back of his head, Jungkook was currently trying to decide if he hated Taehyung or not: the fact that his roommate had compulsively chosen to attend a party three hours away was the reason that you were there, kissing him like he was the air that you breathed, but also the reason why Jungkook had gotten tied up in the first place. If he had had a bit more time between texting you that he would never beg in sex (a very dumb, very unthought action), and the moment that you actually tried to make it happen, perhaps he would be able to convince you to step down from it. Perhaps he would realize that his prideful side was also really, really fucking stupid when it came to predicting his own limits.

Truth was: Jungkook was pretty much panicking when you moaned against his lips, because his cock was unbearably hard inside his underwear and he just knew that he would fold after some time. Especially when you were acting like that, like a demon trying to seduce him into selling his soul; a siren about to drag him to the abyssal depths of the ocean. He could barely follow what was happening.

Because of his dominating tendencies, Jungkook had never seen you showing your typical neurotic, controlling self during your sexual adventures — which was something he endlessly teased you for, but never thought it would actually have any sort of backlash. It seemed that both of you liked the usual dynamic (of Jungkook taking over) well enough and, yet, as he watched that sadistic expression monopolizing your features, he realized that maybe it was for the best. Maybe you had been training your whole life to perfect the masterful art of having things happening the way you wanted it, and maybe giving you the lead was one of the worst decisions he had made in some time.

As you pulled away, Jungkook chased after your mouth, managing to place another small kiss on your lips before the ropes held him back. “More,” he groaned.

The curve of your mouth was a wicked little thing, almost making him lose his composure for a second. “No, no more,” you were firm in your words. “Be patient.”

He huffed. “You only got an attitude because my hands are tied up.”

“I always have an attitude,” you were fast to correct, getting out of his lap. The lack of your warmth was instantly felt, made his chest heave in frustration as you sat down next to him. There was an embarrassingly large wet spot on his underwear that he was hoping you wouldn’t notice. “But, yeah, maybe I’m a little braver because of it.” Before he could muster up a response, one of your hands traveled between his thighs, faintly tracing its way up his skin. “And what are you going to do about it?”

Jungkook clenched his jaw — it was embarrassing how sensitive he was, goosebumps spreading through his legs. “Don’t tease."

“Or what?” A squeeze of his bulge was everything you need to make him shut up, his hips buckling up to meet your palm. Jungkook was hard and leaking, pulsating as you gave him a few, half-assed pumps through his underwear. A few seconds were more than enough to let him have his fun, it seemed, because you were soon removing your hand from his erection. “Now, stay still unless you want me to tie your feet too.”

He hissed at the lack of contact, but refused to complain about it out loud. You smiled at his reaction: Jungkook was so stubborn when it came to things like that, would never show you his weak, needy side so easily. But you were patient and, from what you had been told, you had all night to get your way.

Call it revenge, call it whatever: there was nothing that you wanted more than to see Jungkook bite back his own words and beg for you. It was an ego thing, perhaps, the mission to leave him just as overwhelmed and desperate as he had made you so many times in the past. Maybe you were a bit mean about it. But it was well deserved.

You took your time pulling one of his legs towards you, watching as his cock throbbed when you placed your body between his thighs. Jungkook could only think about how soft your mouth felt as you kissed up his thigh before, at last, you were nuzzling your face against his erection, placing kisses on his clothed member as your thumb pressed down on his sensitive tip. His breath grew irregular at the feeling, his tongue poking out to wet his lips as you looked up at him with that demonic smirk of yours, those big doe eyes that wiped his thoughts clean. Jungkook was absolutely fucked.

Luckily, he didn’t have to urge you further because, soon enough, you were pulling his underwear down, making it join your bra on his bedroom floor. Jungkook could’ve cried when you rolled your thumb over his crown, spreading his precum all over him, a delighted hum dripping past your throat. “You’re leaking,” you commented, eyes following the glistening of his reddened tip. He could only muster a raggedy, short sigh before you were talking again. “I can clean you up, don’t worry.”

Jungkook moaned out when you wrapped your lips around his cock, not hesitating much before you sank down on him. His head fell back when you started sucking, your cheeks hollowing out and tongue pressed flat against him. “God, your mouth feels so fucking perfect.” His hips thrusted up, but you had enough of a reflex to pull away before he managed to hit the back of your throat. “Take it deeper, baby, do it for me.”

But you did the opposite, removing him from your mouth. You glanced up at him with a disinterested look plastered all over your face, lips glossy with a beautiful mixture of your saliva and his wetness. Jungkook made a mental note to never forget that sight. “I don’t know if you understand what’s going on here, Jungkook.” You wrapped one hand around his cock, pumping it twice. It felt good, but nothing compared to your mouth. “But it’s really not your place to tell me what to do right now. That’s not how it works.”

“Yeah?” He chuckled, eyebrows raised in a silent dare. “And what are you going to do about it?”

Poor decisions: Jungkook’s week was filled with poor decisions. Blame that unshakable arrogant side of his, blame his terribly constructed defense mechanisms; blame whatever it was that didn’t allow him to think clearly when you were so beautifully placed between his legs, but it seemed that he really thought it would be a good call to provoke you when you were already 1) deadset on making him embarrass himself 2) probably the best Girl Scout to ever tie a knot in history.

Jungkook was completely helpless: he knew that, you knew that. So the reason why he mocked you in such a position would forever be another mystery that science could never answer.

And the payback arrived soon enough. Jungkook only earned a few seconds of relaxation, staring at your impassive face, before your mouth was sinking back down around his member.

If Jungkook thought that you were teasing him before, now you were sucking him like you wanted him to cum in two seconds — hands pumping his length, playing with his balls, tip hitting your throat, tongue dragging against his slit: the four horsemen of your apocalyptic blowjob technique that got him seeing stars in no time. “Fuck, that’s my girl,” he moaned. He was sure his wrists would be all red in the following morning from the way he was mindlessly moving his arms around, his mind just so hyper-focused on the need to touch you, to pull your hair when you were wrapping around his cock so well. “Feels so fucking perfect.”

Then, as he was just about to tip over, you pulled away.

“No, what the fuck,” Jungkook’s eyes snapped open, still unfocused and glazed-over. His body flinched at the interruption of his pleasure, and his cock throbbing against his pelvis, angry for attention. “Fuck, why did you stop?”

“That’s what I’m going to do about it.” You smiled, and Jungkook noticed that he was really playing a very dangerous game. In a span of two seconds, he asked himself if he was that mean to you, realized that he probably was, and came to terms with the fact that he wouldn’t change anything about it. “Are you going to behave now, Jungkook?”

He groaned, fighting against the frustrated waves that overtook his body. His orgasm, before so close, had now been washed away, leaving him with a pulsating feeling inside his guts. “You’re pissing me off.”

“Likewise.” You tilted your head to the side, placing one hand on his thigh. “Now, stay still and do what I tell you to do. That’s the last time I’m asking.”

He frowned. “Or what?”

You blinked, pausing for a second. “Isn’t it obvious? Or I’m leaving you like this.”

Jungkook’s brain finally seemed to comprehend the fact that, sometimes, it’s better to keep your mouth shut. So, instead of saying something, he simply watched as you removed your underwear before sitting between his legs, your thighs over his.

Because you absolutely hated him, you had opened your legs wide, pussy on full display, as you used one hand to lean back against the mattress. His eyes almost jumped out of their sockets when you used two fingers to spread your folds apart. “Look,” you said, your breathy voice making something inside his chest switch. “I’m so wet.”

And wet you were. Jungkook exhaled, nostrils flaring. His mouth salivated at the thought of licking you clean, fingers growing white around the ropes. He never hated an object so hard in his life. “I can… I can see that.”

You giggled at the grogginess of his tone, dove into the satisfaction that came from his focused eyes on your soaked folds. A gentle suspire left you as your digits slipped up, covering your clit with your arousal before pressing down on it. You were acting up a bit, whining loudly at the feeling because you knew that it drove him crazy to hear you make sounds for him. “Jungkook…” you trailed off. You had to bite back a laugh when his stare snapped up at you, looking so overwhelmingly horny and pissed off at the same time — the duality of men. “Want to have you inside me.”

He exhaled heavily. “Do it,” he said and you allowed him to think that it was his order (and not your decision) that made you move.

Jungkook’s pupils were blown out in sheer desire, wanting to absorb every light that bounced off your soft skin when you lined yourself with his cock, covering his tip with your warm wetness, allowing it to rub between your folds. By the time that you sat down on him, he was dangerously close to cracking.

“Oh fuck.” His hips thrusted up, wanting to feel more of your tight walls around him. It was heaven and hell, just the way he loved it, but his delight wouldn’t last long. “Fuck, baby, that feels so good.”

“It does,” you agreed, but there was a teasing inflection in your tone that he did not miss. Soon, your fingers were back where they were before, circling your clit. “And I happen to know how to make it even better. For myself, at least.”

It took him a few moments to understand what was going on, but, once it clicked inside his head, he could’ve cried from frustration. “What are you doing?”

“Getting myself off.” You smiled — oh you were such a fucking demon, he thought, a trickster spirit that wouldn’t rest until he was begging you to let him cum. Worst part? He might as well do it. “You don’t mind, do you? I know you love to keep your cock inside me like this.”

They say that revenge is sweet and, as you saw the flash of desperation that crossed Jungkook’s face, you couldn’t agree more. “Aren’t… aren’t you going to move?” He tried.

You could tell that he was holding back from just thrusting up inside you, which was equally satisfying and arousing: maybe, just maybe, he was starting to learn one thing or two about following your orders. “Hmmm… not at all.” You smirked, a tiny gasp leaving your lips as you circled your sensitive spot just the right way. Jungkook followed the movement of your lips as if they were writing the secrets of the universe. “Not if you keep that attitude up.”

He frowned, the corners of his mouth twitching in frustration. From your peripheral vision, you could see his wrists vaguely struggling against your knots — humbly speaking, you were a great Girl Scout, the typical overachiever, and you were positive that they would hold up.

“You’re going to regret this later,” Jungkook warned, but his words didn’t even have the chance to affect you. One clenching of your walls around him was all that it took for his head to roll back, a deep grunt dripping from his mouth at the sensation. It was just enough to keep him dangling over the edge, but not even close to making him cum. “Your pussy is so fucking tight, baby. Feels so fucking good.”

“I’m almost there, that’s why.” Your other hand slithered up your waist, cupping one of your breasts. Being a bit more theatrical than necessary (because you wanted to provoke him as much as you could), you gasped out his name as you rolled one nipple between your fingers, arching your back at the sensation. You swore you saw Jungkook’s eye twitch. “Gonna cum just like this. And you’re gonna be good and watch me.”

Again with that be good bullshit, again not giving him enough time to process it before you were timidly rolling your hips. “Baby,” he gasped. “This isn’t fair.”

“It isn’t,” you agreed, slightly breathless, your hand moving to play with your other breast. Jungkook followed the action like every part of you was magnetic, calling for his attention. “You do that to me all the time, though.”

He frowned. “But I let you fucking touch me.”

“How nice of you,” you sarcastically remarked. Another small roll of your hips made you gasp, fingers working faster around your clit. Teasing Jungkook got you shamefully turned on, it seemed, because you were just about to tip over the edge. “Fuck, feels so good.”

“It would feel so much better if you just— God, you’re so fucking wet,” his mind was barely functioning at that point, the heavenly feeling of your walls clenching around him was making him go insane. “Just ride my cock, baby.”

“No,” that simple word was like an arrow, shooting all his hopes down. Jungkook closed his eyes and threw his head back, trying to fight against the claustrophobic nature of his position. There was no way he could hold himself back, he thought, he would beg you as many times as he needed it that was what it took for him to finally cum. “I’m close, Kook.”

That whimpery, needy tone of yours would be the death of him one of those days. “I can fucking feel it,” he cursed. Jungkook just wanted to thrust inside your dripping pussy, make you cream his cock like you were made for it, but he knew that you would just stop everything again if he did so, and he seriously didn’t think he could take that. “S-Shit, baby, you don’t know what you’re doing to me.”

But you had a good idea of how you were affecting him. Through parted lids, you watched as his face contorted in pleasure when you squeezed particularly tightly around him; a muffled sob perishing on his throat when you vaguely raised your hips. Jungkook was filling you up so perfectly, like he always did, and it was that amazing stretch of his cock inside you, combined with the clear hunger that covered his features, that pulled your climax towards you.

The orgasm that washed over you was abrupt, overbearing, just blinding enough so you didn’t notice the weak little moans that Jungkook let out at the throbbing of your walls around his aching length. You tried to prolong it for as long as possible, rubbing yourself, crying out his name for theatrical reasons, but eventually sensitivity got the best of you and you stopped.

What you found when you did, however, was a glorious sight. Jungkook was a perfect picture of lust and desperation, his chest rising and falling rapidly and eyes locked on where your two bodies joined. There was a thin coat of sweat all over his skin, the small sound of the ropes pulling on the headboard. When he noticed you were staring, he found your gaze. “I- I stood still,” he said.

“I know, you did so good.” You placed one hand on his cheek, leveling your face with his so you could kiss him. Jungkook melted under your touch, a deep sigh leaving his mouth as you pulled away, his cock still deep inside you. “I’m proud of you.”

As if something had magically changed, Jungkook tried to fight against his immobilized hands, only to find out that he was still unable to free himself. “Wanna touch you so bad, baby. You look so fucking hot sitting on my cock like this.” Jungkook was spoiled, you realized, because it didn’t take him two seconds of good behavior to revert back to what he wanted to happen. It was a terrible habit, you realized, one that you probably helped enable. “Fuck, just let me cum, baby. Take these off and I’ll fuck you just the way you like it.”

And maybe if you weren’t so high up in your power rush, you would’ve at least considered his offer. However, having Jungkook turned into a pliant mess beneath you was worth more than anything else at that moment. “I’ll think about it if you say the magic word.”

He frowned, his charm melting away. Jungkook was so adamant on having it his way that it bordered on a joke. “Not gonna do it.”

You kissed him once again before speaking up. “Then we don’t have a deal.” You shook your head, moving away from him. Jungkook searched after your mouth, but your stupid Girl Scouts knots didn’t allow him to go much further. He collapsed back against the headboard with a frustrated groan. “You’re a terrible sub.”

“Maybe because I’m not a fucking sub— Shit.” All his thoughts were wiped clean when you slowly raised your hips, only leaving his engorged tip inside, before, finally, sitting back down. The drag of your velvety walls against his sensitive cock was driving Jungkook up the wall, his tied-up wrists mindlessly knocking against each other. “Fuck. I hate you.”

“No, you don’t.” You pouted, repeating the movement. You watched as his jaw clenched, a sharp exhale leaving his nostrils as Jungkook both fought against and searched for his pleasure. “Sure you don’t wanna say it?”

A deliciously slow roll of your hips got him gasping out. “I’m not gonna — fuck — not gonna say it.”

You leaned your head to the side, stopping your movements. Jungkook’s abdomen was caving in with every small brush of your pussy around him, the illumination from the streets making the drops of sweat on his skin look like small diamonds. It was an erotic sight, from the falling of his dark hair over his hooded eyes, to the beautiful inked drawings on his arms. Unfortunately, you had other things to do other than to admire him endlessly.

With a sigh, you got up from his lap. “Too bad.”

“Baby,” Jungkook whined — actually whined — when he felt his cock slip out of your perfect heat, collapsing against his abdomen. The sensation got him flinching, made him bite his lip for a second in an attempt to compose himself. “Baby, don’t leave me like this, come on.”

You frowned, faking annoyance. “How can I not leave you like this, Jungkook?” Your palms slithered around his shoulders, pulling your body closer to his. “You’re being horrible right now.”

“S-Sorry.” His breath caught in his throat when your mouth met the skin of his neck, tongue prodding out to lick a small trail up his skin. Your heat was unbearable, suffocating him and drowning out his thoughts to the point that he had really apologized for his poor demeanor. If your predictions were correct, it wouldn’t take long before he folded the way you wanted him to. “Just, come on, you can’t just— I’m just so hard right now.”

You giggled, fingertips moving down on his chest until you found what you were looking for. “Aw. Poor thing,” you teased, feeling as he grew stiff when you started to play with his nipples. A few weeks back, you had made the wonderful and unexpected discovery that Jungkook was really sensitive there, but you never really had a chance to explore that side of him before he flipped you over and had you his way. But the universe always searched for balance, and that moment was the karmic payback you were looking for. “What’s the problem, Kook?”

“Wanna cum.” He winced away from your faint caresses, but he really didn’t have anywhere else to go. A smirk curled up on your lips as you watched Jungkook fight against the knots, a frail, airy moan leaving his chest as you rolled his nipples between your fingers. He sounded so perfect: so needy and desperate that you could feel another gush of arousal accumulating between your folds. “Just wanna cum so bad, baby.”

“I’m not gonna be mean and hold it off,” you told him, moving back so you could place a kiss against his pouty, swollen lips. Jungkook looked so beautifully messy, so on edge, that you almost cried out at the sight of it. “You just have to say it,” you told him, lowering your hips until you were straddling his cock.

With a roll of your pussy against him, his cock brushed between your wet folds, tearing a broken sob from his throat. “Fuck,” Jungkook cursed. He was never in a position like that: edged for so long that he couldn’t even control the grunts that left his throat. “You’re so fucking evil.”

“You love it.” Another grind of your pussy had him throwing his head back, a loud moan ripping itself from his heaving chest. Jungkook was sensitive, responsive to the tiniest of your touches and, most of all: he was desperate, seconds away from cracking. “You know, if you say it, I’ll let you cum.”

His cock throbbed against you when you finally stopped your movements, raising your hips so your center moved away from his. Jungkook complained at the lack of sensation, practically on the limit of throwing a tantrum, and his pelvis mindlessly buckling up in search of your warmth. Instead, he found nothing, and his member simply collapsed back against his abdomen, aching for its release.

“This— This is torture,” he groaned. You giggled at his distress, taking one hand to brush away the sweaty hair from his forehead. Jungkook leaned into your touch. “Please, baby, just fuck me.”

Your ears perked up at that, a pool of arousal starting to grow between your legs. That sounded even better than you had predicted. “Sorry, what was that?” You teased.

Jungkook closed his eyes, clenching his jaw. “Don’t make me say it again.”

Slowly, you lowered your hips again, pressing your pussy against his cock. Jungkook reacted instantly, taking in a sharp inhale. “Didn’t hear you,” you said.

“God, baby, just fuck me, please,” he finally broke down, his dazed-out gaze seemed to have some trouble focusing on your face. Desperation was plastered all over him, staring at you like a beautiful, shimmering trophy. “Please, just let me cum. Please.”

You hummed, leaning away so you could sit on his thighs, facing his erection. You were a woman of your word: you said you wouldn’t hold it back, and you wouldn’t. “Since you asked so nicely…” you trailed off, one hand wrapping around his base, pumping him a few times. Jungkook throbbed in your hands, his abdomen sinking as your thumb grazed his sensitive crown. “Where do you wanna cum?”

It looked like you had truly broken the poor boy down because, for the first time in his life, Jungkook didn’t have any idea on how to answer that question. “I- I don’t know,” he struggled to speak when your hand was still caressing his member: just enough for him to feel something, but too slow and light for him to actually cum. “Anywhere. Just wanna cum.”

You pouted, letting his cock go. It bounced on his pelvis, tore a painful cry from his throat as he felt his pleasure wash away once again. “I need an answer, Kook.”

And he said the first thing that came into his mind. “Your pussy, baby, please.”

A smile tugged on your lips — it seemed as if that word wasn’t so hard to say anymore. “Of course, you’ve been so good.” You moved around until you were sinking down on him, feeling that fantastic stretch all over again, and earning a shaky moan from his part. You only spoke up again after you were sure he couldn’t go any deeper. “Kook?” You called. His pleading eyes shot up at you. “Wanna fuck me?”

He breathed out, just a tremulous gush of air that he could barely get ahold of. “Y-Yes, yes, please.”

You hummed, wiggling your ass around just so you could watch his face contort in despair, crumbling under the delicious drag of your plump walls around his cock. Jungkook almost looked cute, you dared to think, even if you were sure he would fold you in half the second that he got those ropes off. It was like teasing a tiger in a zoo: people only felt brave enough to do it because there was a thick glass between them. “You better do it, then,” you told him.

After everything you had put him through, Jungkook seemed almost hesitant to do so. “C-Can I move?” He asked, just to be sure. Last thing he needed was to do something wrong and have you walking out on him. His cock was so hard, leaking inside you, and he didn’t believe that he could handle being left like that.

“Of course,” you told him, the tenderness of your voice so different from what you sounded like all night. Jungkook was still on the palm of your hand, but your victory when it came to making him beg had already been achieved. So you could relax and let him do the heavy lifting for once. Being active was exhausting sometimes. “Come on, Kook,” you egged him on, leaning forward so you could find support on his chest. You knew what was coming. “Fuck me.”

That seemed to be the last spark he needed to ignite his fire because, soon enough, he was placing both feet on the mattress and thrusting upwards, your body collapsing forward under the force of his movements. Jungkook barely gave you any time to breathe: he fucked you fast and deep, helped by the gravity of your weight above him; shallow breaths and noisy whines leaving his mouth in a beautiful cacophony of sounds. It wasn’t long before he was making you bounce on his cock, pretty moans melting upon your lips as you fought to keep your balance over him.

“B-Baby,” Jungkook stammered, an airy, high-pitched moan sounding from his parted mouth. His brain was utterly bewildered by the movement of your body above his own, the bouncing of your breasts and the wild fluttering of your eyelashes. And those moans, those gorgeous, ethereal little sounds that you reserved just for him. “S-So perfect. All mine.”

“All yours,” you said promptly, struggling to meet his gaze. No matter how much you tried, you could not follow the speed of his thrusts, so you simply kept your body in place as he used it as he pleased. “Is this what you wanted?”

He nodded, mouth falling open. His lips were pouty and swollen, slightly red from the way he had bitten them before. “Wanna cum,” he breathed out, “inside you.”

No pretty please, you realized. Perhaps it wasn’t your best call to ask him to fuck you, because it dawned on you that you had just handed Jungkook his esteemed control back on a silver platter. That started simply as a doubt in the corners of your mind, however, you were sure that you had lost that battle once his needy whimpers started to wash away, instead replaced by the guttural, rough groans that he usually presented to you.

Not that you truly cared about it: you had already proven your point.

His head leaned to the side, pressing against his elevated arm. Jungkook was hypnotized by the way that your bodies met, the way you held yourself up so he could fuck himself inside you. You were always so good for him. “Your pussy feels so fucking amazing, baby,” Jungkook moaned out, hips snapping up against yours. A hiss dripped from his mouth when he felt you clench around him, signaling that you were close once again. “Look so pretty. Made for my cock.”

“Y-Yes,” you stammered, head falling back. You could feel that familiar tingling at the bottom of your stomach, your orgasm ready to snap once more. Jungkook always fucked you so well, even when his hands were tied up, always left your brain scrambling after the most basic of words. “I’m c-close.”

Jungkook tried once more to pull at his restraints, but it simply wouldn’t bulge. The contrast between the red ropes and the dark ink decorating his skin was beautiful, the veins of his hands getting thicker as tugged again and again. Jungkook was beyond the realms of reason by that point, struggling like a caged animal because there was nothing else in the world that he wanted more than to touch; to suck your breasts and to fuck you the way he wanted to. “Gonna cum too, baby,” his voice was almost a roar, deep and frustrated. It shot straight up to your core, made you tip over the edge and come down spasming around his cock, your high washing over you. “That’s it, cream my cock,” he praised. In the background of your overwhelmed state, you could feel as his member throbbed inside you, ready to release. “Take everything for me, alright? Wanna fill you up.”

You barely had any time to nod before he was spilling himself inside you, a long, throaty moan dripping like sin from his lips. Jungkook tried to keep his movements up for a bit longer, delighting himself in the way you winced at the feeling, but even he had grown too tired to continue it. So, at last, he collapsed back against the mattress, sweaty hair falling over his eyes.

“Get up,” he commanded, breathless. “Let me see it.”

With shaky movements, you did as he requested, planting one hand on his thigh so you could raise your body. His cock slipped out at the motion, already softening, but his gaze was stuck on the gradual dripping of his cum between your pussy lips. As much as you were used to that specific request, it always made your legs weak when you looked at him during that part — no matter what happened before, Jungkook always had that maniac expression plastered all over his face, like the mere image of his cum slipping out of you was enough to send him into a frenzy all over again. And, most times, it was.

“Good girl,” his dark stare slowly navigated towards your eyes. His arms were surprisingly still, no longer battling against the ropes, and there was something ominous about that. “Push it back in.”

Because you didn’t want to anger him any further, you agreed. It was almost impressive how quickly Jungkook was able to take back his control: even with him being immobilized, you were still folding and following his wishes like it was your second nature. “Like this?” You asked, using two of your fingers to stuff his cum back inside.

“Yeah, just like that.” He breathed out, the final seconds of his exhale morphing into a low growl. “Now, ___,” he called, eyes still glued to your pussy. “Untie me.”

You almost wanted to go against that, given the way he was about to break you in half, but that wasn’t probably the brightest of ideas. A bit nervous, you moved off his lap and sat down next to him, hands flying to undo the knots. “Hang on,” you requested. From the corners of his vision, you could see Jungkook staring you down, his piercing eyes focused on your face, silently watching you through the curtain of his black hair. At last, you managed to undo the ropes, the thick material falling beside you as Jungkook lowered his arms and started to massage his wrists. “How are your hands? I hope it wasn’t—“

“Lay down.” He interrupted, dry. Your mouth fell shut — none of your usual sarcastic remarks finding their way past the lump in your throat.

The softness of the pillow was a welcomed sensation, but your body could not relax, not when Jungkook was still looking at the pink marks on his inked skin, thinking about what he was going to do to you. You waited for what seemed like hours until he finally moved around, arms on either side of your head and chest pressed flush against yours. Jungkook’s heat was asphyxiating, his nose bumping against yours as he placed a small, tender kiss on your lips. He was being too calm, you noticed that instantly; still waters with sharks swimming underneath.

“Silly girl,” he mumbled against your mouth, fingers pressing on either side of your jaw. Jungkook pulled your mouth open, thumb caressing your lower lip as he stared down at you like an arrogant monarch. You felt terribly small, shrinking under his presence. “It’s not my hands that you should be worrying about.” He smirked, and his thumb paused its tender motions on your lip. He sighed. “Now that you had your fun, I’m gonna have mine.”

Jungkook was right: his wrists were red the next day. He naively thought that no one would be able to see it through his tattoos, but Taehyung, even in his hungover stupor, had his detective eye ready and noticed the marks right away. There was absolutely no way all his crime documentaries made him such an expert, Jungkook thought, but couldn’t really be sure of it.

“You know… things like this only make me more curious,” Taehyung said after Jungkook had refused to tell him who had come over the previous night. He was munching on his sandwich like his life depended on it, brows furrowed into a perfect picture of concentration. There was jelly all over his mouth, pulling up the corners of his lips and making Taehyung look like a terrible, discount copy of the joker. “Like, a chick tied you up? Come on, I have to meet someone like that. It’s a matter of, like, survival, some alpha wolf bullshit—“

“Fuck off,” Jungkook cut him short, burying his face on his hands. He was too tired to deal with any of that. “I never want to hear about you or your wolves ever again.”

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This Week in BL - Buff Boys Shirtless

Dec 2021 Wk 3

Being a highly subjective assessment of one tiny corner of the interwebs.

Ongoing Series - Thai

Bad Buddy (YouTube) Ep 8 - Official secret boyfriends being adorable and getting exposed. I’m live blogging it here.

Not Me (YouTube) Ep 1 - oh goodie, Gun is crying already! You know he is the prettiest crier in the biz. Normally, I’m not a fan of the separated twins plot, it too soap opera, but this one seems like a serviceable (if patently absurd) execution. It’s generating lots of tension and Gun can handle the acting chops required. I’m liking it, but Not Me is NOT your mother’s BL, it is way more Manner of Death-ish (read: gay romantic suspense). But like with MaxTul I feel like I am in safe hands with OffGun so I’m happy to be taken for a ride. (That said it’s getting flack on 2 fronts right now: Thai government & international kpop dumbass fans, so I wonder if it might get pulled or delayed for edits.)

Paint with Love (Gaga) Ep 4 - Yoon really is good, no matter who he plays against. This ep the leads got tropes like beach frolic, there’s only one bed, baby is a floppy drunk, and The First Kiss. Actually it was a REALLY good kiss and the first time I got any chemistry from Tae & Singto. Will that save the show? Maybe. A good kiss can do that, plus we get domesticity in the next ep. Meanwhile, Phuket beaches look hella clean after a year of lockdown.

Loveless Society Ep 3 - the actors are doing their best but the sound, post production editing, and script = absolute pants. It’s not a matter of watching but surviving this BL at this juncture.

Between Us (YouTube) special 6 - omg they dredged up the daddy/boy trope for us to chuckle at. These specials are the gift that keeps on giving.

(Japan got the memo)

Ongoing Series - Not Thai

Utsukushii Kare AKA My Beautiful Man (Japan - Gaga) Ep 5 - it’s still great (if you like this kinda thing, which I do). I LOVED getting Kiyoi’s perspective at last. Still not sure if they are gonna end this one happy or not. The suspense is killing me.

Kieta Hatsukoi AKA My Love Mix-Up! (Japan - Viki/Netflix) Ep 9 - we jumped right back into the cartoon high school slapstick that is Aoki + first love. There’s something about this show that pushes absurdity to the limit but also stays so genuine and earnest about the high schoolness of it all. It’s a balance only Japan seems to be able to hit, and not all that often. Again, we’re in Cherry Magic territory. Oh and a quite cute first date was had!

My Type (Taiwan indie - hard to find) Ep 7-8fin - they just leaned all the way into the ultimate puppy/cat pairing. It’s adorable. The ending was charming. Like if Mr X and I got courage, cuteness, and no censorship, but still kinda old fashioned Chinese BL but with no problematic tropes. What a bit of unexpected delightful fluff. Thank you, as always, Taiwan. 7/10 RECOMMENDED but it is VERY short.

Mr Cinderella (Vietnam - YouTube) Ep 3 - the side dish couple are shaping up to be super cute. Another one to add to the list of pining since childhood. Honestly tho, is this Cinderella, as they are laying it out? I mean, I think we all thought the doctor was the prince. I’m confused. Meanwhile, is “bisexual awakening musical montage” officially a THING now? I think it might be.

In Case You Missed It

Until We Meet Again is now on Viki. I think Wabi Sabi must have cut a deal with Rakutan, I keep seeing more and more of their stuff pop up there.

Korean BL/GL production house STRONGBERRY (who released 6 titles via YouTube & Vimeo in 2021 including one of my favorites of the year: A First Love Story) announced recently that if they reached 100K subs on their YouTube channel, their next movie will release for free there. They are very gentle with their channel and never clutter up my Subscriptions with unnecessary content. So yeah, if you’re at all inclined please sub them.

BL 2022 Gossip - Thailand

Physical Therapy dropped a trailer, stars unknowns, starts Jan 23, on One31 Thailand with reruns on AISPLAY & GaGa. When a physical illness leads two hearts to meet, a young man and a therapist heal each other.

Heart by Heart is coming from Half Toast Production, adapted from the y-novel of the same name, stars all unknowns, teaser here. (Original trailer staring Gameplay is here, it’s now with a different production company and new cast.)

Work From Heart announced, stars Love With Benefits couple Gameplay and Folk, from DV8. A romance between two men set in the office.

One Love is rumored in production, billed as a BL sitcom (read: pulp) staring unknowns starts Jan 23 on One31 no word on international distribution. Follows the story of two young men who never stop flirting with each other.

Once In Memory a new short series (microfilm?) from Mind Trio got a teaser. It looks like it might be sad.

MaxTul are indeed co-posting stuff again to their various social medias, which would indicate they are filming something together. ALL HAIL THE KINGS.

BL 2022 Gossip Elsewhere

Taiwan announced The Ghost and I Becoming Family for 2022, a movie about gay and traditional marriage with a police officer who creates a bond between a human and a ghost. Stars Lin Bo Hong and (I think) Greg Hsu. (Back into early Chinese BL territory - Mainland China used to LOVE a gay ghost.)

More promo material and rumors of an idol star in Korea’s Love in Spring. 2022 historical BL from WATCHA (Light On Me) which has started filming. Adaptation is based on the webtoon Spring of Crush by Noh Myung Hee. Plot: Hye Seong lives disguised as a woman because he seeks to flee the country, until one day a Geum Seong discovers his secret and falls in love with him.

H I S T O R I C A L!!!!!!

Next Week Looks Like This:

Reminder: Kieta Hatsukoi’s final ep, Mr Cinderella, and (hopefully) Not Me drop over this weekend.

Upcoming 2021 BL master post here. I keep a full record there of everything I announce.

Adventures in miss-captions:

“Do not spill any bean to anyone.”

~ Paint with Love

After studying Thai for a while now, I get why they struggle with English plurals, but I still find it amusingly adorable especially when combined with an idiom.

This week’s best moments?

Paint with Love giving us Singto’s career best BL kiss? That’s unexpected.

(srsly Pharm? what happened to you?)

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MCU CAST AND CHARACTERS RECS (will be updated as I reblog)

(Now that you’re at it, PLEASE read and help spread this post, my country’s in the middle of a massacre. Literally takes two minutes)

Birthday (The Avengers x reader) by @yourmcu

Why Don’t You Put On The Suit? (MCU cast x reader) by @itsallyscorner

(Steve Rogers/Chris Evans x reader)

Love her for me (S.R) by @visionspaprika

Here again (S.R )by @marvelinsanity

Mini America (S.R+ platonic!Tony) by @cas-kingdom

Moment(s) by @carpediemm-18

by @honeysucklesteve

Oscar Worthy (C.E)

Wilderness (lumberjack!steve rogers)

Mile High (C.E)

(Sam Wilson x reader)

Favorite Cake by @buckybarnes101

Smooth Talker (x fem!Rogers!Reader) by @shmaptainshada

Beneath The Stars by @aerynwrites

The First Time by @barnesnroses

Blindsided Sam Wilson x reader by @itsallyscorner

I'll Make It Short by @kingbuckyx

(Bucky Barnes x reader)

Sunflower by @softlybarnes

Little Star by @the-goddamn-queen

Double Blind by @wkemeup

Hold my hand by @chaoticarson

Upper Hand by @eurynome827

Friday Night Dates by @angrythingstarlight

Safe keeping by @mallowswriting

Bandit like me (criminal!bucky) by @summergrls

Where she is an ex-avenger, and his closest friend left after Steve’s gone by @modern-vellichor

Green by @itsapeterthing

Liability by @buckyblues

Bruises by @baroquebucky

Deeper wounds by @cunaeparker

A mutually assured attachment by @cacoetheswriting

Cool you down, Heat you up by @angrythingstarlight

Swipe right by @honeysucklesteve

Stuck Wit U series by @slyyywriting

Raw by @buckysboobs

Laundry Day by @petersspidey

I don't belong, and my beloved, neither do you by @directorstarc

Movie night by @awhitewolfandhisvibraniumshield

Pretty face on a pretty neck by @whistlingwillows

Find Me by @wicked-mind

A cup of coffee for your head by @saint-bvcky

Deserve You by @sunny-reys

by @buckybarnesdiaries

OTCHET O MISSII

I'm coming home

All good boys go to heaven, but bad boys bring heaven to you (Mob!Bucky) series

by @xbuchananbarnes

Adrenaline

About last week

by @celestialbarnes

new adventures

right here waiting

Peter Parker/Tom Holland x reader

Soulmate AU (P.P) by @glossybarnes

Take care of you (P.P) by @peterspideyy

Starlight (P.P) by @that-sokovian-bastard

It still hurts (P.P) by @issa-me-addy

Tough Love (P.P) by @peterandtheparkers

Not Your Average Field trip (P.P x Stark!reader) by @spideykaiparker

Sexy (T.H) by @waitimcomingtoo

Happiness is a butterfly series (Mob!Tom) by @blissfulparker

mob!Tom x reader angst by @mrs-hollandstan

Domesticity hc (avengers x reader, peter parker x reader) by @spdersilk

by @ptersmj

Caught in the act (Teacher!Tom)

just you and me (P.P)

by @itsallyscorner

Patience (x little mix!reader)

Fanboy (x little mix!reader)

by @waitimcomingtoo

Swedish Fish (T.H)

The hint (P.P x Stark!reader)

Where We Start Again (P.P)

by @arvinsescape

Getting mobbed. (T.H)

His wife (Mob!Tom)

Thor x reader

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the glorious gift of stir fry by @peachyteabuck

Fluff by @boop-le-snoot

(Loki x reader)

The sorcerer’s apprentice by @ridiculousn3sswrites

(Pietro Maximoff x reader)

Unexpected (Stark!Reader) by @faylor

Dyed hair by @pitubea1910

(Tony Stark x reader)

Did You Get My Memo? by @rosewrites

#steve rogers x reader #sam wilson x reader #bucky barnes x reader #peter parker x reader #tom holland x reader #thor x reader #Loki x reader #Tony Stark x reader #avengers x you #avengers x reader #mcu x reader

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chocolatepot · 2 years

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For @domaystic, day one: memo on a sticky note!

fandom | Howl's Moving Castle (book, always book)

words | 430

It was a little difficult for Sophie to get used to being a witch. She still spoke to everything around her out of habit, but there was a difference between complaining to the suit you were stitching and deliberately ordering someone’s window to stop falling out of its frame. The latter often seemed embarrassing (magic should involve strange incantations and powders, she felt) while the former was simply natural.

The only solution was to practice. She continued in her role as exploited housekeeper, only now her work involved more stern demands of brooms and dishrags, frequently followed by muttered curses and then a huffy Sophie doing the work by hand when the objects only twitched or stirred but failed to jump to life.

“My dear Sophie, you are trying too hard,” said Howl, finally. “If I had your gifts, I wouldn’t be putting myself under so much stress.”

“You’re more like me, really, in the way you do magic,” Calcifer told her. “Congratulations!”

“Think about how you used to do magic, before you knew you what you were doing.” Michael was slightly more helpful. “You were just doing it, but you weren’t thinking about doing it.”

Her first victory was simple, yet unexpected. She was really trying to talk a cabinet door back onto its hinge but was having no luck. In frustration, she wrote “BROKEN!” on a slip of paper, slapped it onto the door, and said, “Fine, be that way! But this will stay up until you mend your ways!” And the paper sign did indeed stay up.

Delighted, she went all about the house putting up little notes on papers that she told to stick to different surfaces. “This is a mess –>” was left over Howl’s cluttered workbench. “We need more eggs” was put helpfully on the back of the door (later amended with “+ milk”). “Bring out your laundry” went on Michael’s door.

When Howl arrived home with Michael from a job later in the day, they were both very pleased. Howl in particular seemed charmed at the idea of notes that could be posted up with magic. He went off to have a “quick wash-up,” which Sophie knew meant redoing all of his cosmetics, while Michael went back out to buy the needed eggs and milk (and visit Martha, most likely).

Howl returned much more quickly than Sophie expected, but she realized when she saw him that he hadn't done any real washing yet. "Dearest Mrs. Nose," he said, holding up a note between two fingers, "why is my mirror calling me 'vainest of the vain'?"

#howl's moving castle #hmc #dwj #diana wynne jones #my fic #domaystic2022 #doing this fest is going to be interesting #I don't normally write drabbles/ficlets #and I'm very insecure about writing fic rather than original work #howl/sophie

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belmottetower · 3 years

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and i’m known for giving love away

Explicit | ~23k | Complete - Updates on Monday & Thursday

Archive Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Category: M/M/F Relationship: Keeley Jones/Roy Kent/Jamie Tartt Characters: Keeley Jones, Roy Kent, Jamie Tartt, Phoebe, Ted Lasso, Coach Beard, Rebecca Welton Additional Tags: Canon Divergent After Episode 2.10 - No Weddings and a Funeral, Jamie POV, Bisexual Jamie Tartt, Pansexual Roy Kent, Threesome - F/M/M, Getting Together, Polyamory, Polyamory Negotiations, or lack thereof, Fluff and Angst, Emotional Hurt/Comfort, Happy Ending, Eventual E rating, Keeley and Roy Think Jamie is Their Boyfriend, Jamie Missed the Memo, It’s Not Entirely His Fault Though, Miscommunication, Misunderstandings, Everyone Here Is In Love, Everyone Here Is Oblivious

Apparently this isn’t some fantasy scenario Keeley has dreamed up, and Roy is on board with the whole threesome thing. Jamie doesn’t need any more encouragement before saying yes to sex with two of the hottest people he knows.

How the fuck do you cope with the beard. It’s so scratchy. Hate to think how raw you are down there. Keeley doesn’t take long to reply to his text.

Shut up! Heard the second conversation went better than the first? 😏👨❤️💋👨

___

In the first week back of pre-season training, Jamie’s misstep at the funeral finally comes back to bite him. Or does it? When Keeley and Roy approach him with a very unexpected offer – an invite into their bed – Jamie isn’t one to look a gift horse in the mouth, even if he wishes it was more than just sex.

#Jamie Tartt #Keeley Jones #Roy Kent #Keeley/Roy/Jamie #roy x keeley x jamie #keeley x roy x jamie #roy x keeley x jamie fic #Keeley/Roy/Jamie Fic #jamie x keeley x roy #Ted Lasso Fic #Jamie Tartt POV #Ted Lasso #Fandom: Ted Lasso

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safertokiss · 3 years

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Through a Different Lens

A/N: Well, well, well. Lookie what we have here. New content wowza. I’d say I’m surprised it’s been a while, but I simply am not. Luckily another fic swap has arrived to get my creative juices flowing once again. The gods have gifted me with another perfect opportunity to write sub spence because I was given @writing-in-april as my person yet again. Hooray! Anyways I hope you enjoy and thanks all you cool cats and kittens for the support (we almost to 1000 yeet skrrt). Also, it just happens to be my birthday today so as a gift to myself I thought about subby Spencer for a while.

Pairing: SPENCER x READER

Category: SMUT and can’t forget that fluff

Word Count: 3.2k

ENJOY:)

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It all started completely by accident.

There was no possible way that she would’ve been able to predict just how much they would affect the poor kid.

She could remember, clear as day, the first time she was forced to wear her glasses to the bureau due to her ongoing frustrations with the torture devices that were also referred to as contacts. There were only so many headaches and eye-waterings that she could take before the insecurity of wearing her frames to work shriveled below the point of caring anymore.

But none of those previous insecurities held a flame to the amount of confusion she felt when she entered the bullpen and waltzed over to Spencer’s desk to say good morning with a shy smile adorning her face. Y/n hadn’t even been able to get a complete sentence out before the young doctor had turned to her and froze, his mouth hanging open like a fish, his eyes widening to the size of dinner plates, the harsh red blush she had seen before, just maybe not to this extent, engulfing his boyish features.

Before she could even attempt to ask him what she had done to warrant such a response, he was spouting out a meager, “H-hey Y/n” whilst simultaneously scurrying off in the direction of the nearest bathroom.

Completely and utterly perplexed over what had happened, she had shrugged it off and made her way back to her desk, silently mulling over the interaction periodically throughout the rest of the day.

It was a couple of the same type of interactions later that Y/n began to take notice of what was actually happening with the boy genius. The stiff and unnatural posture. The stuttering, granted that wasn’t something new, just much more frequent and severe. The audible heartbeat always accompanied by rosy cheeks and goosebumps.

Spencer Reid was fucking turned on by the glasses.

And he didn’t even try to hide it. Or maybe he did and was just really, really bad at doing so.

Either way, Y/n quickly discovered just how much fun it was getting these reactions to pour out of the kid...so of course she kept wearing the glasses even after she was able to wear contacts again. He didn’t need to know that.

It was so fucking easy too.

She would just be sitting at her desk, occupied by some particularly troubling pages of a case file that makes her have to readjust her frames out of stress, when she’d hear a high pitched squeak across the bullpen, followed by the pattering of frantic footsteps she had familiarized herself with in former few weeks.

While she felt some kind of guilt for putting him through this, it was nowhere near enough to overtake the genuine excitement and gratification that came with knowing she could have such an effect on the adorable doctor.

Of course she found him attractive...how could she not with his perfectly sculpted cheekbones and nerdy slicked back hair. Ultimately Y/n could understand his apparent infatuation with her wearing glasses as she had caught herself, on more than a couple occasions, openly ogling his own specs.

Maybe they were both weirdos...the whole situation was almost as strange as the Converse kink that she secretly harbored for years. Although her intuition was quick to suggest that, just maybe, both of her unique infatuations stemmed from the same noodle-shaped source.

Perhaps her favorite reaction of his, though, came about during the little office birthday party that the entire team had thrown for him.

He looked so adorable in the gigantic birthday cake hat they had bestowed upon him, Y/n could hardly contain her giggles at the giddy smile adorning his face. She watched on in amusement as Spencer tried desperately to get the candles on his cake to extinguish, to no avail, at least until someone felt bad watching his struggles and decided to give him a hand.

“They’re trick candles Spence, they’re gonna come back on every time.”, JJ chuckled, subtly smirking at Morgan who was also enjoying Spencer’s ongoing struggles.

A couple “happy birthdays” later and the rest of the team slowly began to disperse, leaving just Y/n and him alone in their own little space. He must’ve noticed this too because the blush that had already been present throughout the celebration beforehand seemed to deepen even further as he visibly swallowed down his nerves.

Slowly stalking towards the rouge kissed boy, she dragged a couple of her fingers across the surface of the desk, noting the way his eyes briefly flicked down to follow the movement before hesitantly returning his gaze to match her own.

She also noted the way his knuckles were basically turning white from the amount of pressure he was using to grab the sides of the chair.

“You have a good birthday, Spence?”, Y/n drawled with a teasing smile, now standing directly before the trembling young man.

Seeming to snap out of whatever sort of trance he had been in, he hastily cleared out his throat before responding with a bit of trepidation. “Hmm...yeah-yes uh yes it was v-very good, than-thank you.”

She couldn’t even attempt to conceal the smirk that had made its way to her lips listening to the genius stutter through his words. Such a nervous, nervous boy. So adorable. So fucking hot.

“Well that makes me happy. I’m glad you enjoyed yourself pretty boy.”, she paused her thoughts soaking in the little hitches in his breath surely from how close she was standing near him and the added nickname. Deciding to play a little bit dirty, she leaned over directly into his line of sight to reach for the cake set before him.

“Now how about I take this away and cut it up for all of us to eat? Hmmm?”

His eyes darted immediately to the cleavage that was so graciously presented to him as she bent over to pick up the dessert, a sharp little gasp escaping his pretty, pink lips as his pupils dilated carelessly.

Y/n inwardly smirked at his reaction and began walking towards the kitchenette, but only made it about three or four steps before being interrupted.

“Did you know that in some instances birthday candles are safe for wax play?”, he exclaimed before seemingly realizing what had just escaped his lips, his hands flying up to cover his traitorous mouth.

Bewildered, in the best of ways, by what had just been said, she slowly swiveled back around, facing him once again, before placing the cake on the desk beside her.

“What was that Spencer?”, she grinned at the petrified man who hadn’t made a single noise since his unexpected declaration. The poor thing looked like a caged in animal with nowhere to escape. Perfect.

“N-nothing! I m-mean obviously it was um s-something, but j-just uh just forget what I s-said.”, he quickly explained while frantically shaking his hands as if he was hoping he could simply wipe your memory of the last minute or two away permanently.

“No, no please go on.”, she teased. “Now I’m intrigued. What did you mean by ‘in some instances’ Spence?”

She wasn’t expecting the look of confusion, however brief it was, that peeked its way through the overwhelming embarrassment that had been showcased on his face, as if he truly couldn’t fathom that someone was actually asking him to go into more detail about a topic.

Still didn’t change the fact that he was completely mortified.

Clearing his throat, he hesitantly lifted his gaze back to Y/n’s, seemingly debating with himself over whether he could articulate the words to come out or not.

“Um...well..usually many p-people who choose to e-engage in such act-activities will use specific types of c-candles that are uh more designed especially for pl-play.”, he paused and she drank up the way his Adam's apple bobbed along his throat. “Uh… basically depending on the t-type of candle that one u-uses, the amount of pain or um d-discomfort differs. B-birthday candles tend to b-be on the more painful side so only the couples who are in-into that kind of thing would ever really utilize t-them.”, he finished abruptly, his leg bouncing rapidly in her line of vision.

She still couldn’t really believe she had actually gotten him to say anything at all, nevermind an in depth analysis on wax play. In a weird way she was proud of him. Really proud. Sometime amidst her thoughts, she’d found herself standing directly behind his sitting figure, her hands resting on either side of him against the table, the goosebumps visible on his skin from the implications of the position they were currently in.

“That’s really intriguing Spencer. I’d love to find out someday just why it is you know so much about the subject, but I don’t want to make you go into cardiac rest anytime soon.”, she remarked, giggling at the shy smile that made its way to his mouth.

She didn’t even register reaching out to lightly touch his lips until she heard his sharp intake of breath. Until he turned his head so they were mere centimeters apart. Until she watched his puppy eyes dart between her lips and your frame covered gaze. Until the space between them seemed to be lessening with every sec-

“Hey pretty boy! Where’s my cake?”

Y/n grudgingly pulled back at the interruption, watching in amusement as Spencer’s body instinctively leaned forward as if his lips hadn’t gotten the memo and were still searching for hers. “It’s coming right up you lazy ass!” she yelled back with a grin on her face.

She looked back to the boy sitting before her and was almost mesmerized by the dazed look present on his face, the blush slowly retreating as he came back to his surroundings. She could tell there were words that he wanted to say, but they just didn’t seem to be forming fast enough to actually come out. Deciding to put their little moment on hold before he passed out, she walked back over to the neglected dessert and started heading towards the break room again.

“I’ll make sure to save you the biggest piece, Spence.”,she threw over her shoulder, chuckling at the bewildered look still that was still present on his face.

~~~

The day was a big success in her opinion.

Spencer looked even more like a child than usual with the big shit eating grin that remained throughout the celebration and the bulky hat that he refused to take off. She could never understand how someone could have such an affinity for sugar as she watched him devour the huge slice of cake she had carved up for him.

But hours later, it was just her and Spencer left in the building.

And she was not about to let that go to waste.

Y/n could see him from where she stood at the entrance to the kitchenette. She could see the way he slouched over his desk with his legs curled underneath him, criss cross applesauce, as he scribbled down whatever case file he was working on. She admired his determined work ethic, that’s for sure.

But now was simply not the time to work.

Spencer immediately froze as soon as her body situated itself to be leaning against his desk, painfully aware of her gaze on his tense form.

“H-hey Y/n.”, he nervously murmured, the stutter once again making her giddy.

“Hey yourself doc. Wanna tell me why it is you’re still here working at such a late hour? Doesn’t the elusive Spencer Reid have better things to be entertaining himself with?”, she drawled, her piercing gaze making the poor kid squirm before her eyes.

“Oh um no...n-not really. I actually don’t mind working late. It’s k-kind of therapeutic in a way. But um...I’m happy t-that you’re here w-with me.”, he whispered the last part as if he was scared you wouldn’t appreciate his gratitude.

But she appreciated it more than he knew.

Noticing the little pencil holder situated amongst the file stacks on his desk, an idea popped into her mind that she just couldn’t shake, prompting her to pick it up and begin fiddling with it.

“Oh is that so pretty boy? Does my presence satisfy you?” Before he could even attempt an answer she “accidently” dropped the holder on the ground, the array of pens and pencils dispersing among the floor. “Oops my bad.”

Spencer immediately scrambled out of his seat and onto the floor to start collecting the colorful writing utensils, the perfect distraction needed for Y/n to situate herself on his desk with her legs spread open directly in front of his face.

“D-don’t worry abou-”, his sentence cut off as he looked up and was met with the tantalizing sight of her white lace panties already damp with her excitement. She swore he could die happy with the way his eyes widened and cheeks flushed. She couldn’t help but chuckle lightly.

“See something you like baby?” Unable to even form words, the young doctor slowly nodded his head, eyes still locked on the obvious wet spot between her open legs.

“C-can I..can I um…”

“Use your words baby boy. Can you what?”, she spoke clearly, grasping his chin so he’d look her in the eyes.

“C-can I taste you?” She couldn't get over the desperate way he spoke as if he’d die of thirst if he didn’t get a drink from her.

“Of course you can sweet b-” Not even letting the words leave her mouth, his hands were eagerly pulling her panties down and off her legs, his lips instantly connecting with the heated flesh at the apex of her thighs. She swore his tongue and lips were enchanted with the way he was able to effortlessly maneuver his way around, easily picking up on what she loved.

“Oh Spencer you’re such a good boy.” she couldn’t resist threading her fingers through his silky hair and tugging slightly, an action she assumed he enjoyed based on the muffled whine she heard from between her thighs.

It hadn’t even been more than a few minutes before she found herself already on the verge of letting go. No guy had ever been able to make her feel this good and just electric until now. He was quickly ruining her for anyone else in the future. She did not mind in the slightest.

“Baby I really wanna feel you inside me. Is that something you want sweetheart?”

He reluctantly pulled back after a few more kitten licks to her clit, wide eyes finding hers and whimpering out a broken “yes”. More than happy with his response she gently pulled him up by his hair and started undoing his belt, his oversized pants easily falling down without the extra support. Just another thing about him that she had come to adore. She was very pleased by the obvious bulge that protruded through his baby blue checkered boxers.

Before she pulled those down too, though, she very gently reached up and cupped his cheeks, guiding his plump lips to her own, basking in the delighted whimpers that escaped his mouth at the soft but passionate contact. She released his lips with a slight nip and proceeded with his clothing removal, coaxing him to sit down in the swirly chair he had been previously residing in, before straddling his lap.

“You ready sweet boy?”, she asked leaning forward to kiss his rouge forehead and cheeks.

“Mhmm I’m r-ready.”

Taking that as the go ahead, she cautiously positioned herself over his throbbing erection before slowly lowering herself inch by inch until he was completely enveloped by her tight, warm walls.

“Oh-ohh my.”, he whimpered at the overwhelming feeling of being connected so intimately. Gently, she started to move a bit more, hesitantly lifting up before lowering herself back down, flush against his lap, one of her soft hands anchoring herself to his shoulder while the other caressed his flushed cheeks.

“I know baby, I know. You feel so good baby boy I don’t think I’m going to be able to last much longer.”

“M-me neither.”, he stuttered as the pace she had previously set seemed to increase in speed, the excitement and ecstasy getting to the both of them and subconsciously pushing the two of them closer to their shared release.

The fire was quickly building within her body and she knew she was truly crumbling at the seams, but with the way his body was trembling and his dick was subtly twitching inside of her she knew he was right there too.

“It’s ok baby boy, it’s ok. Cum for me sweet boy. I want you to cum inside and fill up my pussy Spence.”, she muttered feeling the beginning of her end crash unexpectedly throughout her entire being, grasping onto the boy underneath her to tie herself to the earth.

Overwhelmed by the utter euphoria of Y/n cumming around him, Spencer let himself get thrown off the edge, his hands tightening on her waist hard enough she was sure little bruises would form come tomorrow, not that she minded at all.

“Oh Y/n!” She watched on, obsessed with the way that his mouth fell open in a little o-shape as his eyes squeezed shut, the tell tale signs of pleasure coursing through his veins, the warm feeling that he left deep inside of her as she gently lifted herself from his shaking legs, reaching for her panties before the warmth was able to escape down her damp thighs.

Looking back at the trembling boy after cleaning herself and him up, she couldn’t help but melt at the lovesick, puppy dog eyes he was giving her, prompting her to lean forward and leave more little kisses on the top of his damp hair.

“That was incredible Spence. Really incredible. I’ve never felt anything like that before baby.”

She melted even further at the way he shyly dropped his head to somewhat hide the wide grin that had spread like wildfire across his face. There was a comfortable silence between the two of them before his head lifted with a questioning glance.

“How’d you-I mean uh how did you know that I liked you?” There was no way she could control the giggles that left her lips at his silly question.

“You weren’t exactly subtle with the whole glasses thing Spence.”

And then the only sound heard throughout the building was her full blown laughter at the mortification that speedily adorned his cherry cheeks.

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celestialgyu · 2 years

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An Equestrian Birthday

pairing ➤ taehyun x reader

warnings ➤ none!

wc ➤ 1.7k

tags ➤ established relationship, fluff, non idol au, birthday event

summary ➤ It's your favorite person (Taehyun)'s birthday and everything is on track to be perfect. Well, until you run into some unexpected itchy circumstances.

a/n ➤ for my solomons and taehyun enthusiasts! enjoy <33 and happy birthday to my bestest boy in the world, kang taehyun

You check the clock for the fifth time that afternoon, your breathing labored as you hang up the last of the lights.

"All done over here! Yeonjun, Hueningkai, how's the cake?" you call out to your friends in the kitchen. You chuckle when you see the design Yeonjun chose for the frosting. "Oh my god, what is that supposed to be?"

Kai glances over at you and laughs, "Yeonjun won't even let me do anything, and look at this! It looks like a headless squirrel." he says, pointing at the cake with Yeonjun hunched over it, seemingly trying to salvage the drawing.

You laugh at Kai's comment, grabbing your phone and opening your DMs to text Soobin, who was out with Beomgyu trying to keep Taehyun away from your house.

[Soobin]

You: soobin! how are you guys holding up?

Soobin: 😃 i want to die, we've been to six places so far trying to keep taehyun from going home

Soobin: and beomgyu is no help istg he keeps getting distracted

You: LMAO hold in there buddy 🙏 you can do this

Soobin: this is the sixth time hyun said he wants to hang out w you, simp 🙄

You: you love us anyways <333

You: we're almost done! give us thirty

Soobin: THIRTY?? fine bye

You: bye!!

You close your phone and fix a balloon that had gone astray, before checking the estimated time of arrival for Taehyun's birthday gift you had requested the week before. You knew Taehyun loved animals and had gotten him a pet. A pony, to be exact. The house you both lived in was your uncle's, a charming ranch house with stables in the back. As a kid, you would visit your uncle every summer, joining the local equestrian team and playing with your uncle's senior horses. When he passed away, you inherited the land and moved in with your boyfriend Taehyun. You smile to yourself as you imagine how he'd react to the present and new friend. Pleased, you hummed a little song to yourself, almost skipping over to the kitchen where Yeonjun and Kai were bickering about whether to put strawberries on the cake or not.

"Hyung, cmonnnn. He loves strawberries, right? It won't ruin anything, I'm sure of it," Kai argues, gesturing at the box of strawberries on the table.

"No, no, no, it'll ruin the taste. Since when do strawberries and rainbow cake go together?? We're using the sprinkles, leave me alone." Yeonjun retorts, grabbing the multi-colored sprinkles from the cabinet and dusting them on.

You nod, agreeing with Yeonjun on the sprinkles. "It looks so good, guys!! Well... except for that drawing, Yeonjun, why didn't you let Kai do it." you say as you observe the cake.

Yeonjun huffs, rolling his eyes at you. "Is it Bully Yeonjun Day or something? Did I miss the memo?"

"No, it's Taehyun's birthday." You chime at him, smirking as he flicked you off in response.

Your ringtone starts playing and you sprint over to your phone on the sofa, correctly guessing that Soobin was calling you. You answer as you lock eyes with Yeonjun and Kai, sending them the signal that Taehyun was probably on his way.

"Soobin? Are you on your way home?"

"Yes, we're on our way, Taehyun was being too persistent. You guys ready?"

"Umm," you pause as you look over the decorations and room, "Yes, yeah we are. But the present isn't here yet!"

"When is it coming?"

"The tracker says... oh in fifteen minutes!"

"Hmm, we're pretty close, like five minutes away."

"Ok, you know what, no problem. It should be here by the time the food is eaten, we'll be fine."

"Okay, bye then!"

"Bye, cya soon!"

You end the call and open the package tracking app, looking at the ETA. Ten minutes?! Gosh I hope it arrives in time.

"Y/n what'd Soobin say?" Yeonjun inquires, finishing up the last of the placements. "Everything looks good here, I think we're ready?"

You nod, scanning over the area. "I think so too." You smile to yourself as you imagine how happy your boyfriend would be with the surprise party.

Yeonjun grins at you, knowing exactly who you were thinking about. "Look at the little lovebird, so cute." he coos at you before turning back to the kitchen. "Don't worry about anything, I'm certain Taehyun will love this."

You turn away, embarrassed at being so easily read. But he's right, I have nothing to worry out. You reassure yourself as you grab your phone to dial the boys to see where they were.

Well no need, because they were already at the front door.

The doorbell rings through the house. "Guy's it's us! Open up!" Beomgyu's voice calls from outside.

You hurriedly stuff your phone into your jean pocket, glancing at Yeonjun and Kai who were hiding behind the living room door as you sprint into the foyer. You open the door and immediately get engulfed by Taehyun as he wraps you into a big hug.

"Baby, I missed you." he mumbles into your shoulder before letting you go.

You kiss him on the cheek, ignoring the gags coming from your left. "I missed you too, how was the new arcade?"

"Fun, but it would have been better if you were there." he pouts before breaking into a smile. "So! Where's the thing you promised me this morning and insisted on being vague about?"

You chuckle at his comment, placing your hands on his shoulders as you stand behind him. "Close your eyes."

He nods, closing his eyes. You walk him to the living room, pausing in front of the door. You make eye contact with the rest of your friends, nodding to each of them as they got in their places around the room.

"Okay, you can open them!" you exclaim, moving in front of him with your arms stretched outwards.

"SUPRISE!!!" everyone cheers in unison as Taehyun opens his eyes and takes in the decorations.

Taehyun turns to you, his eyes sparkling as a big smile takes over his face. "Y/n did you guys do this all for me? This is the best birthday party ever. Thank you all so much." he says as he picks you up and spins you around.

You giggle, tapping his arm to let you down. "Cmon, let's slice the cake!" you say as you point to the dining table where the food was set up.

"The cake is my creation by the way." Yeonjun says proudly as you grab the knife to slice it with.

"And I baked the cupcakes!" Kai chimes in, leaning over to light the "20" candle on the cake.

"Should we sing something? Like Happy Birthday?" Soobin asks and you all nod in agreement.

You gesture to Taehyun who was standing in front of the cake. "Blow it out! Three, two, one..."

He leans forward and blows on the cake, and you all cheer and begin singing the song. "Happy birthday to you, happy birthday to Taehyun~"

Bubby laughter surrounds the table as you all chat happily. You lean back, full after eating two slices and a cupcake. The doorbell rings and you shoot up to answer it, walking into the foyer. You open the door to see the delivery person, the pony behind them with a trainer.

"Are you Y/n L/n?" the woman asks, a clipboard in hand.

"Yes, I am."

"Okay, just sign here. Where do we place the pony?"

"The stables over here, please." you answer as you gesture to the back of the house. You lead the trainer with the pony over to the stables, and they left shortly afterward after giving you a few pointers.

You already know the pony's name and gender, a mare named Dahlia. She was beautiful, with a shiny black coat and well-kept mane and tail. There was a pink ribbon wrapped around her head, shaped in a perfect bow. You smile softly as you slowly approach her stable, careful not to scare her.

"Hi, Dahlia. I'm Y/n and I'm your new owner. Don't worry, I'll make sure you are as happy as can be here, okay? Now wait here!" you say, speaking gently as to help her warm up to you.

The pony eyes you for a few seconds before snorting, and you took that as an answer. You wave to Dahlia as you walk back into the house, making a mental note that the lawn needed mowing.

"In my opinion, the PS5 is a waste of money, just get the new Switch or the Oculus with that price tag!" Taehyun argued with Beomgyu and Soobin, engaged in a heated argument about whether the game console was worth it.

"Soobin already bought it, by the way. But how would a non-gamer know which consoles are better? Your opinion is irrelevant." Beomgyu responds cheekily, looking to Yeonjun and Kai for endorsement and waving his hand dismissively at them when they shrugged in response.

Taehyun opens his mouth to counter him but pauses when he feels a strong itch in his throat. He grabs his water and takes a few big sips but the feeling wouldn't subside and instead got stronger, the itch spreading to his nose and eyes. That's weird, it feels like an allergic reaction, but there's nothing here to which I'm allergic to...

He snaps out of his thoughts as you sit down next to him, looking at you with his brows furrowed. You eye him, eyebrows shooting up when you notice his face turning red.

"Taehyun, are you okay?" you say, concerned at how flushed he was. "Your entire face is bright red."

He opens his mouth to respond but gets cut off by a loud neigh, and everyone's head turns to the back door.

"Oh, Taehyun's present is here! Let's go see it!" Kai exclaims, getting out of his seat. "You'll love this present."

Everyone follows him to the backyard, you and Taehyun in the rear as you examine his face, worry evident in your face.

"Taehyun, did you eat something you're allergic to? Or touch it?"

"No, I don't think so..." he trails off, seeing the pony. He stares at it for a few seconds before looking at you.

"Y/n... why is there a pony with a pink bow around its head in our back yard?"

You look at him, the pony, and then him again, and it finally dawns on you. "Oh my god, are you allergic to horses?!"

#txt imagines #txt fanfic #txt scenarios #txt fluff #txt x reader #taehyun imagines #taehyun fanfic #taehyun scenarios #taehyun x reader #taehyun fluff #kpop imagines #kpop fanfic #kpop scenarios #moahour #this was SOO last minute its not even funny #poured those 1am feelings into it at least 😭#and again happy bday to taehyun (and zai!)!!#my writing

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"Took the wrong luggage AU" or "hugged the wrong person AU" wangxian please if you are free 🥺🙏

Wei Ying will only take about half of the blame, because really, what men in this day and age walk around with long hair, tied neatly in the back with a clasp? He only knows Wen Ning who does that, and so he sees long black hair and a clasp, and he assumes that this must be his second-favourite cinnamon roll (after Jiang Yanli, of course). He doesn’t really notice that the hair clasp is white instead of Wen Ning’s customary black, because who even pays attention to details such as these?

Wei Ying sneaks behind the bench his poor victim is seated on, and does what he always does when he greets Wen Ning: in one sweeping move, he wraps his arms around Wen Ning’s broad shoulders and leans in to place a big fat kiss on his cheek. As he draws back, he crows, “Ta-dah! It’s your favourite shixiong!”

Only that he’s not greeted with Wen Ning’s usual slightly embarrassed but still enthusiastic reaction to Wei Ying’s overly affectionate greeting, but suddenly has an incredibly stiff, frozen person in his embrace. And that’s when Wei Ying notices the white coat, and the white slacks, and the light blue turtleneck sweater; all items of clothing that Wen Ning very much doesn’t wear. And then the person still in his embrace turns their head just so, and…

Fuck.

This is most definitely not Wen Ning, but a person he has never ever laid eyes on before.

An exceedingly handsome person, his brain unhelpfully adds, with clean-cut, noble features.

And Wei Ying just slobbered all over this exceedingly handsome person that’s very much a complete stranger.

FUCK.

He lets go of the stranger and jumps back in a panic, flitting around the bench as he’s stuttering out an apology. He might have a thick face, sure, but putting his mouth on innocent bystanders is a bit much even for him. And this man very much looks as if he isn’t used to spontaneous make-out sessions. Unasked for ones, at that.

“I am so sorry,” he repeats for the probably twentieth time as he hovers in front of the person he just assaulted. “I thought you were my friend. I would never – I mean, not that you’re not handsome and everything – but I would never just, without asking, you know, smoo–”

At this point, the stranger seems to take pity on him. He fishes out a handkerchief (who in this day and age owns a handkerchief made out of actual cloth?) and delicately wipes his own cheek, right where Wei Ying slobbered all over him.

“It is fine,” the stranger says stiffly. “Be more careful next time.”

“I will,” Wei Ying promises with emphasis. “Believe me, I will.”

They settle into an awkward silence, Wei Ying’s hands fluttering around in the air uselessly as he tries to think of anything else he could do to show that he’s sincere in his apologies. He’s never been very good at being genuinely apologetic, his mouth turning a ‘sorry’ into some kind of joke, and it often only serves to rile people up even more. So he stands there and flounders as the handsome stranger straightens himself out again, until he looks as unruffled as me must have before Wei Ying’s sudden attack.

The stranger then looks up at him with a critical eye, almost as if he’s fearing that Wei Ying might be gearing up for a second attack.

(He’s not.)

“You should go look for your friend,” the stranger says. It’s not exactly impolite, but the words come with a sense of finality.

Please leave so I can bleach this incident from my memory as soon as possible, Wei Ying hears.

“Sorry,” he says again.

And then, because he’s an idiot, he adds, “You have very nice hair.”

Because that’s the first thing Wei Ying noticed about him.

The stranger looks at him with a slightly incredulous gaze, probably wondering why Wei Ying won’t get the memo, and just shut up and leave.

“I tried to grow mine out too,” Wei Ying says, desperately trying to get himself to stop speaking and completely failing. “But it never works out for me.”

He flicks his own sad excuse of a ponytail, the slight curliness of his hair making it look even messier than it already is.

The stranger is quiet for a moment, probably mentally calculating if it’s worth murdering Wei Ying in broad daylight in order to get his peace back. That’s usually the reaction normal people have to him. Only this has to be a new record in how fast Wei Ying managed to get them to this point.

Then, “It suits you.”

The compliment is so unexpected that Wei Ying gapes for a moment.

Which is definitely not his best look.

“Really?” he asks, incredulous.

“Hn,” the stranger replies, nodding once. As if that was a reasonable question to ask. And a reasonable answer to give.

“Wow, that’s just sad,” Wei Ying sighs, more to himself than to anyone else. “First I assault you and then I’m even comforted by you about my looks. That’s pathetic, really. Comforted by the victim. And compared to you, I’m just a… blob.”

The stranger looks at him again, possibly starting to wonder if Wei Ying is some kind of dangerous, disturbed individual or out to mug him. Maybe both. Not that Wei Ying has any intention to mug a handsome man. Or anyone at all.

Except for stealing a few kisses, maybe. He could do that, because this stranger is, after all, handsome.

Actually, he did that already, he realises. He kissed him on the cheek. He was just apologising for that.

For a smart man, he’s really astonishingly stupid. And the man even took pity on him and told him that he looked good with a ponytail.

“Is there anything I can do for you?” he asks again, a little desperate. After all, he does feel sorry for what he did. “I feel like I should do something for you in exchange. I’m not sure what is appropriate, though. I don’t usually go around assaulting handsome men in the streets, believe me. No matter how tempting it might be.”

One of the exceedingly well-formed eyebrows on the stranger’s face twitches lightly. That’s about the most extreme facial reaction Wei Ying has received so far, and he isn’t entirely sure how to read it.

“Seriously,” Wei Ying emphasises. “Let me do something for you. As long as it doesn’t cost too much money though – I’m hopelessly poor.”

“There is no need,” the stranger finally deigns to reply. “Your apology is enough.”

“Wow,” Wei Ying cannot help but observe. “I wish all people were like you. No demands for compensation? You’re letting me off the hook very easily. But then, I guess the longer I’m standing around here, the more of a punishment this is for you. Uh. I’ll show myself out?”

The stranger looks at him again with a critical eye.

“You were waiting for you friend.”

It is more of an observation than a question.

“Yeah,” Wei Ying answers anyway. And then, he unnecessarily adds, “He also has long hair like you. That’s why I thought you were him.”

The stranger seems to consider that for a moment. Then he gestures towards the empty half of his bench.

“Wait.”

That.

That’s strangely nice of him, Wei Ying thinks with slight confusion. And hopefully not a precursor to murder.

In any case, he’s not going to look a gift horse into the mouth. With a feeling not unlike relief, he plops down onto the free half of the bench, and then smiles at this oddly civilised stranger.

He looks even handsomer from up close, Wei Ying cannot help but notices, and from here, he’s in a prime spot to admire the light golden shimmer of his eyes.

Wei Ying is struck. Such captivating, serious eyes, with a hidden depth that momentarily robs Wei Ying of his breath.

Something warm rises in his chest, sweet like honey.

Then he scolds himself. What foolish thoughts he’s having! Getting all mushy just because of a pair of reasonably pretty eyes!

(They’re beautiful, but that is not the problem here.)

“Wei Ying,” Wei Ying says, because if he doesn’t, he’ll probably say something much worse. “I promise I usually don’t assault handsome men on the street. Well. Unless I know them. I mean–”

There is the smallest twitch in the corner of the stranger’s mouth, and Wei Ying realises with uncomfortable, sudden clarity that the stranger is probably laughing at him.

It’s mortifying.

Maybe almost as mortifying as assaulting a perfect stranger with slobbery kisses.

If he had at least made it a good kiss. But no, he had to be all gross.

“Lan Zhan,” the stranger says, his voice serene, as if he hasn’t just accepted Wei Ying’s offering of peace.

Well.

Wei Ying thinks he might be able to deal with that.

“Lan Zhan,” he says, unable to contain a smile of his own. “It’s nice to meet you. This time without physical assault.”

---

When Wen Ning finally finds him twenty minutes later, Wei Ying has somehow successfully acquired a mobile phone number he’s 60% sure is not fake.

How, he isn’t entirely sure.

#kuro writes #the untamed #wei wuxian #lan wangji #wangxian #mdzs #mdzs shorts #anonymous

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