#like this is why they do all the shit for me without consent. and I get it but FUCK dude I hate it
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I will go ahead and say this bc i dont see enough ppl saying it
Despite his outrightly cartoonish, often times ridiculous way of being helplessly evil, medic is and can be a nuanced character. Throughout my years being in and out of various fandoms i've noticed a pattern: people clinging onto a morally grey character (usually a villain but not always) then proceeding to completely ignore or straight up erase bits of their personality when producing fan content, resulting in what i personally like to call the "villainized villain syndrome". Basically, overexaggerating their in canon personality and using the "oh well he's completely off his rocker so he MUST be willing to do ANY kind of immoral act because of it!" argument that I personally do not like.
I saw this predominantly in fanfics where ppl will write the reader being straight up n*n c*ned by him and not even JUST in a sexual sense, like being experimented on without their explicit consent which idk just doesn't sit well w me esp when u market said fic as a wannabe, romance-happy reader insert.
Medic, as an ENTP, uses ti-fe which implies NOT forcing yourself on others. Instead he uses his wits and charm to get people to comply with his wishes and we have clearly seen that once he outsmarted the devil himself. Demanding and forcing your views on people is a te-fi trait. He doesn't even need to use force, he's so good at dismantling others' logic and giving arguments that he just...gets what he wants.
I think you are heavily misinterpreting medic's whole character when u write him with a SINGLE defining trait a.k.a an overwhelming senseless evilness (TOWARDS his OWN teammates even) that results from his desire to be experimenting on ppl. In my opinion it does not make sense for him to REALLY put his own teammates mindlessly in danger just bc he feels like it. Yea he's unethical and completely disregards any kind of human norm but whatever he does almost always benefits the team in the end, not to mention he experiments on them p much consensually. Heavy seemed a-ok with being cut open since that's also kinda mandatory anyway in their job. Medic isn't "the big evil" he is "means to an end" evil. For such a logical man it would make 0 sense for him to disregard his team's safety COMPLETELY, it would be taxing including for his own paycheck.
Like yes medic big medic scary medic evil but have you considered he can have nuances and shades to his fucked up character? I think ppl forget he literally bluffed in front of classic heavy when he asked him if he has any problem with going against his old teammates only to cause the classic team to go into BANKRUPCY to revive sniper who technically was his enemy at the time. Then proceeding to rejoin his old team and AGAIN bluffing so heavy could take down classic heavy. And he was visibly happy to be welcomed back into the red team.
This isn't me saying medic isn't the worst example of a human being and that i want ppl to write him "softer", no. This is me saying that a villain wouldn't commit literally ANY kind of immoral act just bc he's "evil" and that even vile and violent characters can have variations in their behavior.
#i read this long ass fic that barely had any descriptive tags only gore and violence warnings in certain chapters and it got me concerned#i wont say much abt it bc its VERY long but basically. reader has severe medical trauma and she's portrayed as just going along w his shit#even when she's CLEARLY displeased and dissociating over it. and some shit he did without her consent only for her to find out later#and bc of that he treats her as nth but a test subject basically subhuman like. only for all of this to be disregarded later on#and for them to SUDDENLY get along after he had literally worsened her trauma just bc he felt like it and now theyre suddenly besties. naur#he would Not Do That. let alone to a teammate like why tf would he fixate on reader and put such expectations on her only to bully her when#ahe doesnt perform to his liking. his best subject or smth just the fact that he views her LIKE that makes me like yikes.#then later its all sunshine and flowers. y do ppl not do this w h*avymedic lmao they never portray them with a power imbalance#and heavy is literally his primary test subject. and reader was a cis female in that fic. hm#.txt#mine#💉#tf2
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itd be so cool if the shitty people in my life were not shitty and were actually slightly decent
#the bin#:/ i wanna stop feeling horrible abt shit with my sister but it makes me so angry and upset ALL the time#im so fucked up abt this. how could i not be. i guess. hhhhh. i dont know what to do. it sucks so much.#its so hard to deal with the aftermath of a deeply abusive relationship in general. and when you cant talk to anyone about it or tell#anyone who knows that person. and you have to continue to be nice or at least civil with them. probably forever.#that SUUUUCKS. she is so awful. shes always been awful. i want to heal from that experience but i feel like im still stuck#probably mostly because im literally physically stuck 1000 miles away from everyone else i know in a place where shes the only person i know#but even after that i think ill still feel so stuck. theres a lot of things she has that i really need to get from her before i do anything#that might make her mad at me. i want to delete our stupid chat full of uncomfortable shit vut thats gonna piss her off#she has a lot of pictures of me from when i was younger and those are pretty much the only pictures of me from then#i can barely even remember those years. id like to get those if i can. also i wanna see if i can convince her to delete all the weird videos#she took of me without my consent while i was having psychotic episodes bc like. what the fuck. AND i know she literally just shows them#to her friends and laughs at them bc shes told me she does. which is very upsetting. and if i can get her to delete them id feek so much#better and not be upset over that all the time#i just cant get iver how much she fucking sucks. she does so much fucked up shit and its so awful. why would she ever think its ok ti record#me when im not in a good headspace. without telling me. and then upload it to her snapchat also without telling me#i only found out about her doing that originally because she decided to show me some of the funny things people said about me on the#video i didnt even know existed and had no memory of what happened. she loves to claim shes so chill and nice and good about mental#illness and she understands it so much and would never ever do anything weird and ableist like that. and then does that.#i feel so much worse abiut myslef and all the behaviors i have caused by my myriad of mental shit specifically because of her#ugh i am so not looking forward to being in a car with her for 20 hours when i move. but thats how it has to be.
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Man I hate needing assistance for things and not being able to do them on my own because my brain just does not comprehend what is happening. Because the things I want to do are things to distance myself from my abusers... but I need to ask my abusers to help me do them. Do we see what the problem is there /rh
#armchair speaks#abuse tw#like. am genuinely trying to open my own bank account and I do not understand what is being said on the website. but I can't ask my parents#bcuz theyll b like 'why r u opening a bank account we already have one for you' and won't tell me what I need to do to get one#and it's so frustrating bcuz I think I'm gonna have to go in person and talk with someone at the bank abt it and I do not want to do that#like this is why they do all the shit for me without consent. and I get it but FUCK dude I hate it
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I’m not trying to attack you, but do you know that proshipper means someone who supports and romanticizes pedophilia, incest, and abuse? Your reblog on that post seems to read that you think antis just hate on people for having ships they don’t like. But it’s completely different than that. Just looking on the proshipper side of Tumblr and the internet and you can see people happily shipping children and adults and making nsfw content of such things.
i appreciate that you're not being outright hostile, but i have to say, that on its own put you above basically every anti i've interacted with.
i understand where antis are coming from, i really do. there are a lot of things on the internet that make me deeply uncomfortable, including the minor/adult ships that you mention. i don't want to anything to do with those kinds of ships and i would be happiest if i never saw them again. which is why i'm proship.
nine times out of ten, if i see that kind of ship brought up on my dash, it's because i was following an anti without realizing it, and they brought it up unprompted and untagged, to talk about how bad it is that they exist. they are the ones putting that kind of content in front of my face and making it harder to avoid.
the thing about people who ship those ships is that they're generally very aware that not everyone wants to see that kind of content, and so they tag it. they make sideblogs to talk about it. they don't go out of their way to shove it in people's faces. that means i, and everyone else who doesn't like it, can avoid it.
what antis want is for it to not exist at all. they want the tags to be purged and blocked, and for anyone who uses those tags to have their accounts deleted. and sure, that might get rid of some of it, but do you know what would happen to the rest? it would stop being tagged. people who don't want to see it wouldn't have the tools to avoid it. this isn't just a hypothetical, that's what's happened any time a fan space has tried to do that.
that's not even getting into the rabbit hole of what should be banned and what shouldn't. obviously any content that depicts real children or real life abuse shouldn't exist and shouldn't be allowed to be posted, but basically any platform that people use already enforces those policies, and there's not much of a slippery slope to go down there. if it involves real living breathing people being abused, it's bad. end of discussion.
but the same can't be said for fiction. ask ten antis for a specific list of all the content that should be banned, and you'll get ten different answers. what about kink? what about roleplay? what about horror and murder and anything that involves fictional characters being graphically tortured? what about people using art to process terrible things that have happened to them? what about art that uses dark themes as a horror element? if you just want to ban anything questionable to anyone, that's the line of thinking that gets any mention of lgbt existence banned. and again, this isn't just a hypothetical, this has happened before, and that's generally where it leads.
i know, from personal experience, that antis do, in fact, send harassment to people just for shipping things they don't like. i've gotten accused of absolutely vile shit for shipping two fictional characters who were both consenting adults. i've seen ship wars turn into moral battlegrounds, over ships that an average person wouldn't bat an eye at.
the thing about "romanticization" is a whole other can of worms. the anti logic goes like this: if someone sees something (even if it's very obviously fictional) in a positive light enough times, they will start thinking it's okay in real life, and go on to hurt real people. the problem with that is that it's just. blatantly untrue.
if it were true every horror movie fan would be a serial killer, every person that studies dark media would be an unhinged psychopath, and everyone who is into ddlg would be a pedophile. but they're not. they just aren't. people have directed movies just as fucked up as the darkest shit on ao3, and are still capable of being normal human beings who know right from wrong in real life.
even if someone is that impressionable, scrubbing away the existence of every piece of questionable content isn't going to solve their problem, because they're still going to be vulnerable to con men, scams, and cultists. the only thing that would actually materially help someone like that is developing their own morals and critical thinking.
children are also more impressionable, and there's a lot of content that's not suitable for them, but that doesn't mean that content shouldn't exist. it just means that they should stick to spaces designed for them (which most social media sites, tumblr included, are not) or, if they're old enough to be responsible for their experience online, they, or a trusted adult in their lives, should block and filter out things that they aren't comfortable with.
which is what everyone on the internet should be doing. it's what i do, and it's made the internet a much more pleasant place to be. and it's why i sometimes worry for antis mental health, especially teenagers, because they're being told it's right and moral to seek out content that makes them uncomfortable and to engage with the people making it. and that's just. really bad. it's not good for the creators that they're harassing obviously, but it's also really bad for them! it's not healthy to seek out things that make you feel bad, and it's a terrible internet safety lesson to teach minors that it's okay for them to seek out and engage with people making adult content.
individual harassment and crusading is never going to succeed at removing dark content from the internet. it just isn't. at best you might get a small percentage of people who create that content to stop sharing it, at worst you're just going to make people stop tagging it, and either way, you're exposing yourself to things that make you feel bad, when you don't have to.
if you want to materially change the type of content you see, you can. the block button is your friend, use it liberally. same with content filtering and tag blocking.
#oops this got really long#cd.ask#proship#disk horse#tw pedophila mention#uhhh what to tag#tw shipping discourse#this doesn't even get into the antis that i've seen proudly professing that they care more about fictional characters than real people#because i don't know how to explain to someone that real humans matter more than cartoon characters#or how to avoid content on platforms other than tumblr bc frankly thats a lot of the reason i don't use them#i don't trust an algorithm#also im turning anon off after posting this so if you want to send me hate you cant be a coward about it#also be prepared to get blocked and ignored#the only reason i answered this person is bc they weren't being hostile
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Y/n: I’m cool Oscar
Y/n: I’m THEE coolest
Y/n: In fact, I was once arrested for being too cool *puts on sunglasses*
Oscar: The charges were dropped because there was no supporting evidence. Also, your glasses are upside down.
Y/n: I have a very specific type
Max: Oh yeah? Like what?
Y/n: Y’know…polite, handsome, athletic…that sort of thing
Arthur (on his fourth energy drink of the day) tripping over camera wires and holding his mic upside down: you little shit eating, damned pathetic piece of shit – now you listen here
Y/n: *heart eyes* that one. I want that one.
Max: *flabbergasted*
Lando: bet you’re standing in the corner because you’re scared that you’ll get turned down if you talk to anyone
Y/n: please, I could fluster near everyone at this party if I chose to
Oscar: oh yeah? Prove it. Go for someone borderline impossible and I’ll believe you
Y/n, approaching Arthur: hey dumbass, hoodie looks kind of cute on you, wanna get out of here?
Arthur: WH- I MEAN- UHHHH YEAH SURE
Y/n: perfect
Oscar and Lando:
Y/n: I brought a red bull
Max: I don’t want a red bull
Y/n: I didn’t bring this for you. This is my red bull.
Max: then why are you telling me?
Y/n: It’s a conversation starter.
Max: That’s a lousy conversation starter
Y/n: Oh, is it? We are conversing. Checkmate *sips red bull*
Y/n: *gently taps table*
Logan: *taps back*
Alex: what are they doing?
George: morse code
Y/n: *aggressively taps table*
Logan: *slams hands down* YOU TAKE THAT BACK-
Lewis: Treat spiders the way you want to be treated
Y/n: Killed without hesitation
Lewis: nO!
Y/n: Is stabbing someone immoral?
Mitch: Not if they consent to it.
Max: Depends on who you’re stabbing.
Christian: YES?!
Cop: You’re receiving a ticket for having three people on one motorcycle.
Y/n: Shit
Logan: Wait, three?
Cop: yeah?
Lando: OH MY GOSH OSCAR FELL OFF!!
Max: Time for plan G.
Liam: Don’t you mean plan B?
Daniel: No, we tried plan B a long time ago. I had to skip over plan C due to technical difficulties.
Y/n: What about plan D?
Daniel: Plan D was that desperate disguise attempt half an hour ago.
Max: What about plan E?
Liam: I’m hoping not to use it. I die in plan E
Yuki: I like plan E.
Christian: Did none of you think this was a bad idea?
*Y/n, Max, Charles, and Arthur covered in navy and red paint*
Y/n: Oh no, we all did. We just decided to do it anyway.
George: (in sunglasses and newest Tommy Hilfiger jumpsuit) *in the most posh accent* I’m too good for revenge
Logan: (covered in bug spray, cowboy hat and overalls on, pumped full of Bang energy drink and high on freedom) *cocks shotgun* Well, I’m not. Give me the name.
Arthur: So what’s your type?
Y/n: Kinda long blond hair, green eyes, dumb, dimples, funny, really thin waist
Arthur: Huh, that kind of sounds like me! Too bad its not me!
Y/n: did I mention dumb?
Arthur: yeah, why?
Y/n: just making sure
*Over Text*
Y/n: Hey pretty boy, what’re you up to? :)
Arthur: Eating cereal in bed
Y/n: And what would you be doing if I was in bed with you?
Arthur:…I would still be eating my cereal?
Waitress: And what would you like to eat?
Y/n: I wish to devour the unborn
Fernando: Eggs, she would like eggs
Y/n: Do you think that when sheep go to sleep they count themselves?
Lando: Or do they count humans?
Y/n: Ooo, that’s a good question
Oscar: GO TO SLEEP
Y/n to Max: because I am a mature adult
*turns to see Mitch, Christian, and Vito shake their heads*
*turns back to Max*
Y/n: I am an adult
*Dinner with Max, Y/n, Charles, and Arthur*
Y/n: The food is too cute, I can’t eat it!
Max:
Charles:
Arthur: You’re cute, but I’d still eat y-
Max: ONE DINNER
Charles: *sighs* here we go again
Max: ONE NORMAL DINNER IS ALL I ASK
Y/n: Charles, this pasta is also crunchy, I truly can’t eat this
Ollie: Good night everyone
Arthur: Good night
Lando: Good night
Oscar: Good night
Y/n: good night. Sleep tight. Don’t let the bed bugs bite. Tonight, imma fight until we see the sunlight. Tik tok on the clock, but the party don’t stop
Oscar: I’M DONE
George (t-posing in the doorway): Greetings, parental figures and sister figure
*Y/n, Lewis, and Toto walking past*
Toto (not looking up from his coffee): Good morning, problem child
Christian: You see, Fernando, Y/n is at the age where she only has one thing on her mind
Fernando (noticeably excited): Oh! Oh! Oh! Boys?
Max (looking over at the dead tired rookie with revenge in her eyes as she looks at Esteban): No. Murder.
Y/n: Hey Liam, want some of this food?
Liam: Sure, thanks!
Yuki (storming in with the anger of the gods): WHO TF ATE MY LEFTOVERS THAT CLEARLY HAD MY NAME ON IT
Y/n: WE did
Liam: You surprisingly smart little mf
Y/n: Never have I ever…Been grounded by my parents!
Arthur (exasperated): Every time. She makes disownment jokes every time and she always wins
Max: Good one Kid. I always go for the ‘never had a dad who supported me.’
Charles: *stands up and walks away*
Y/n: I’ve only said I love you to four people. Christian, Vito, Arthur, and Max when I thought he died after he wouldn’t respond after a DNF. I only regret one of those
Lando: Which one?
Y/n: Max. He was just pressing the wrong button and walked out a few minutes later. He made me look like an idiot.
Max: I let you win next race
Y/n: still
(Y/n, Logan, Lando, and George trying to sneak into RB for more energy drinks after being banned from drinking more)
Logan: So what do you think Y/n will do as a distraction?
Lando: She’ll probably, like, make a noise
George: Or throw a rock. That’s what I would do
*The door flings open and smoke follows. Screams of mechanics fill the air as they try to extinguish a small fire*
Logan:…Or she could do that.
Y/n: When I die, donate my entire body to science
Y/n: Except my middle finger, give that to Esteban
(max and y/n in a horror movie)
Max: QUICK YOU’RE LOSING A LOT OF BLOOD. WHAT’S YOUR TYPE?
Y/n (bleeding out): tall, male, brown hair, dimples, caring, supportive, Monegasque
Max: BLOOD TYPE DUMBASS
Y/n: oh
Y/n: (looks down at wound)
Y/n: red
Lando: I wish we could block people in real life.
Oscar: Restraining order
Y/n: Murder
Christian: Y/n, we need to talk about your professionalism for media days
Y/n (and a lot of media personelle she rounded up, all standing on chairs): those are some mighty brave words for someone standing in lava
Y/n (to Max while hiding behind some tires – regretting everything): and then I called him dad
Christian (to Geri – trying not to cry while cameras are everywhere): and then she called me dad
Max: Christian, look what Y/n got me for father’s day *holds up generic #1 dad mug*
Christian (glaring silently while sipping from his own #1 dad mug)
Max: that lying rookie
Vito (holding a worn down #1 dad mug): you guys are late to the party suckers
Criminals: We have your daughter and son
Toto: I don’t have a daughter and Jack is right here
Criminals: then who just asked for warm milk and made us cut the crusts off their sandwiches?
Christian: dear God, you have Y/n and George
Mitch: So Christian, you and Geri want to be a parents again someday?
Christian: Someday? We’re parents right now.
Mitch: Y/n is your employee
Geri: She is our BLOOD
Christian: Max is late again
Kelly: I woke him up at 8 and pretended it was 11
Y/n: I wrote a fake schedule saying we were starting at 9 instead of 12
Lando: I changed his clock from AM to PM
Christian: I think you may have overdone it
Max (bursting into the garage): WHAT YEAR IS IT?
Y/n: If I blended Red Bull, five hour energy, monster, coffee, and hot Cheetos into an energy smoothie...would it kill me?
Logan: *shrugs* only if you die
Y/n (getting out the blender): you're so smart Logan
Max (running into the room): y/N STOP!
Lance: I got Netflix like you asked!
Y/n: OH that's amazing! I've been mooching off Max's and Arthur's accounts for a while. This will be nice!
Lance: Wait, what do you mean accounts?
Y/n: Their Netflix accounts?
Lance:
Y/n: Like their profiles? I wanted one of my own, they're like $12
Lance:
Lance:....Oh....You meant the account on the service...
Y/n: Yeah, what did you think I meant? Wait...What did you buy?
Lance:
Lance:....Netflix...
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soobin + cockwarming while on discord with his friends
warnings: nsfw, gn!reader, reader's genitals are also not specified, softdom!soobin, sub!reader, cockwarming, in the end they fuck, kinda exhibitionism??, a little bit of humiliation, everything is consensual tho, unprotected sex, use of pull out method (guys, remember to always use protection!!!), they're so in love fr
!!nsfw under the cut, minors dni!!
it was always like this, soobin playing video games and talking with his friends on discord, while you were bored to death. but you still agreed to visit him every time he asked, knowing damn well he's not even gonna pay attention to you.
well, this time was different tho... a little bit too different, but both of you didn't mind it at all.
"be quiet." he shushed you. his hands on your hips, holding you in place and making it impossible for you to move. his dick deep inside you, making your eyes full of tears. his big cock inside of you were able to make you sob, even without moving at all.
"soobin- please..." you kept on pleading, as quiet as you could. you couldn't take it anymore. how can he be inside, but don't move? pure torture. his headphones were still on his head and the microphone was catching every little sound. goddamn his new headphones, why couldn't he keep his old ones?
"you want them to hear or what?" he asked, not even lowering his tone, with an innocent smile. it made you clench around him, you really couldn't help it... and he couldn't help the groan leaving his mouth for all of the voice chat to hear.
you could hear the questions from his friends, screaming loud enough for you to hear from his headphones. you knew his friends and did it made you even more turned on? of course it did, no matter how embarrassing it was.
your boyfriend was balls deep inside of you while on voice chat with his friends. friends that you met countless times. friends that thought of you as a smart, kinda nerdy, just like soobin, and innocent person.
but what will it be now? will they think you're a slut? just a pathetic slut that can't even leave their boyfriend alone for half an hour and just has to sit on his cock? even when he's talking with his friends? are you seriously that much of a whore that you just can't help, but need him inside of you?
"fuck, baby... calm down. don't tell me you're getting off to this?" now it was just straight up humiliating, but you knew he wasn't wrong at all. but did he seriously needed to tell his friends how much you're clenching around him now? "you like it? that my friends are gonna know how slutty you really are?" he continued, smirking down at you.
it was too much, you couldn't stand it anymore. little did you know it's not the end of his teasing, if you can still call it teasing. he took off the headphones from his head and put it on you. you froze as you heard his friends' comments.
"don't tell me soobin's seriously...", "i'm sorry, but why is it hot as hell", "WHAT THE FUCK IS GOING ON", "at this point you can just turn on the camera too" you recognized their voices, you knew who they were and they knew you too. humiliating.
"stop..." you whined, your face now burried in the crook of his neck, the headphones dropped on the floor.
he suddenly looked worried. he took your cheeks in his hands. "shit, wait, did you meant it seriously? was it too much? god, i'm so sorry, i-" he was in panic now and you couldn't help, but giggle.
it was nice to see his usual self getting back once he thinks you're uncomfortable. because, of course, you two talked about it before starting. he would never do anything like that without your consent and it made your heart melt every time you remembered how soft he truly is.
"soobin, hey, it's alright... i just- yeah, let's end it now, okay?" you said reassuringly and he immidiately hung up from the call.
"i'm so, so sorry, baby... have i done too much? do you want to-"
"soobin, respectfully, shut the fuck up and fuck me already." you interrupted him and moved your hips, making him groan.
"shit, so you seriously liked all of this?" he asked with a soft chuckle.
soon you were both laying on his bed, him on top of you, his cock already inside. your chest pressed into the mattress and your back arched, a little bit painfully. you didn't minded it, because you felt soobin going in and out of you, leaving you with your mouth wide open.
"yeah, just like that, you're doing so good for me... and earlier you took it all so well... you really liked being heard, didn't you? fuck, i love you so much..." he continued whispering sweet nothings into your ear, getting you closer and closer to the edge.
you didn't left him in silence, also mumbling a lot of "i love you"'s every few seconds. your legs felt so weird, you were sure that if soobin stopped holding you, you would fall completely to the mattress.
soon the wave of pleasure finally hit you, making your legs shake more than they already were. you let out a loud moan, probably too loud, but both of you felt too good to care. soobin continued thrusting into you, still chasing his release.
"so pretty..." he whispered before he pulled out and started stroking himself, soon cumming on your lower back and laying right next to you.
you took his hand in yours and smiled softly at him. you felt tired, but not too tired to annoy him a little bit. "i love you... but i'm not cockwarming you ever again."
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a/n: I'M SORRY, BUT I JUST NEEDED TO WRITE THIS, IT WAS IN MY MIND FOR TOO LONG... but yeah, here's my debut on tumblr lmaoo
#txt smut#txt hard thoughts#txt hard hours#soobin hard thoughts#soobin hard hours#soobin smut#soobin x male reader#soobin x reader#soobin x you#soobin x y/n
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Hii !! From the smut prompts (stop rolling your eyes, I know Im predicatable!) could I request "Accidentally Sending Nudes", "Sexting" and... a secret third thing (the choice is yours, go hogwild) for Jason x Fat Fem Reader? I'm leaning more towards sub!reader but shes def a little shit about it :3
Thank you in advance if you write it !! 🌼
See, this is why it pays to send in a request with me, because even if I don't answer it right away, I keep requests in my inbox for months and come back to them later!!! (This is from December 2023)
(Also this request is just plain fun) (because Star knows exactly what buttons to push to get me lmao)
DC Titans Requests - OPEN
How would Jason react to you accidentally sending him a nude?
(Jason Todd x Fem!Thick!Reader)
Warnings: set specifically in the Titans!verse - set during season 3/mentions of season 3 plot points; spoilers for major plot points of Titans (including character deaths on the show); this is kind of enemies to lovers? (enemies to fwb, I guess); the reader uses she/her pronouns and has a vagina; the reader is described as being fat/plus sized; passing mentions of Gar x reader (I couldn't help myself); dubious consent - because of the nature of the trope, Jason sees the reader naked without her explicit consent, and he decides to keep the picture without her consent - but it does spark a consensual sexual relationship between them; passing mention of using nudes for blackmail (that does not happen); this isn't really proofread; (generally, I consider this post to be a fucking mess because it was written in Tumblr but I was still trying to have fun with it lmao.)
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Jason is minding his own business when it happens.
(For once in life, he is fully, completely, minding his own business.)
He's back in Gotham and he hasn't seen you in months - and if asked, he would say that he hasn't thought about you. He doesn't have time to think about you because he's been too busy with this therapy bullshit, training, trying to get back his title of Robin. Trying to get back in the cape. (And trying to get back in Bruce's good graces.)
But that's not exactly true. He's thought about you a lot.
(Most of those times have been with his hand around his cock, but again - he won't admit that.)
There is an occasional time that you cross his mind and it's because he's wondering genuinely how you're doing - wondering if you're well, how your training is going, wondering if you're doing okay under the Dickhead's reign. But he can't ever pluck up the courage to text you and simply ask. Because that would be admitting that he cares, and that would make him look like a weak little prick.
And that's why he's so damn surprised when you text him first.
He hasn't heard from you since he left the Tower (well, since he stormed away from Donna's funeral in what you called a 'toddler fit' - something that ended in a rather vicious text argument between the two of you). In fact, the last thing in the text history between the two of you is you calling him a 'giant, petty, whiny baby who can't deal with his own emotions'.
(You had no clue what had happened between him and Rose, so that did inform a lot of your opinion on the matter.) (And that was probably the reason why Rose still had all of her teeth after you had seen her at the funeral.)
But all of that was aside from the point.
The point being - Jason found himself smiling when your contact name popped up on his phone.
He has you in his phone as 'Pretty Girl' - along with a contact picture of you sticking your tongue out at him in response to having his phone shoved in your face with the knowledge that he was taking a picture of you. (That tongue always makes him think certain things, so even though you intended for it to be some rude thing to ruin the picture, it makes it so much better for him.)
(1) new photo
That instantly catches Jason's attention.
Perhaps you were sending him a picture just to flip him off, or sending him a picture of a dumpster to ask him if it reminded him of home - a common joke you used to make when he still lived at the Tower.
Jason grabbed his phone and opened the message, expecting another tired joke, and-
Holy fuck.
The last thing he was expecting - your naked body. Your gorgeous naked body.
(He likely would have expected a nuclear blast or for the Joker to clean up his act and actually become a decent, sane citizen before he expected this to happen.)
Jason brought his phone closer to his face, making the picture full screen in order to examine it better - he needed to make sure that he wasn't hallucinating, or that this wasn't some weird dream. But fuck, he definitely wouldn't be able to dream up this.
You were so perfect - so fucking perfect in a way that was so very real.
The picture was a fucking stunning side profile of your body - rolling curves, lacy underwear that could clearly barely contain your impressive hips with sweet little stretch marks jutting out from the fabric (jagged little marks across the softness of your skin that made Jason want to act up) - soft fat for him to grab onto, and the perfect teardrop shape of your breast, now bared to his eye in a way that he had only dreamt of before. Something that he had stared at through the oversized tee shirts you wore to bed without a bra, just wondering what you looked like underneath.
And fuck, this was so much better than anything he could have dreamt up.
Jason's cock began to harden almost instantly, and laying in bed, he reached over to his nightstand for some lube, ready to milk that picture for all it was worth, when-
His phone buzzed again.
Pretty Girl: 'Delete that.'
Jason hadn't even considered that you had sent it to him by mistake. He had been far too busy enjoying to even consider the intention or the psychology behind it.
So, he took his hand off the waistband of his sweats and texted back the first thing that came to mind.
'No.'
(He didn't hear your annoyed growl on the other end, frustrated at his downright typical Jason behaviour.)
'It's not my fault you made a dumbass mistake. Besides, it's the least I get after all the nagging from you.'
Then, something else came to mind as the bubbles popped up, meaning you were busy formulating a reply - an annoyed one, no doubt.
'Who did you mean to send it to anyway? Who are you fucking whose name starts with J that's not me?'
(You hesitated.)
Pretty Girl: 'I didn't type in J.'
'???'
Pretty Girl: 'I typed in G. And it turns out the first contact that popped up was Giant Baby. That's you.'
Jason felt annoyed and insulted on all levels. The fact that you were going to Tiger Boy for dick instead of him, and the fact that you had used such a mocking contact name for him. But when he realised that such a pathetic string of events had caused him to accidentally see you naked, he couldn't be too upset.
'I'm still keeping the picture 😈'
Pretty Girl: 'You're such an asshole'
Pretty Girl: ...
Pretty Girl: 'You owe me one'
'Fine, I'll owe you one'
Jason shrugged it off, thinking he had won, until -
Pretty Girl: 'No, you owe me a cock.'
This made Jason's stomach jump. You couldn't possibly mean-?
Pretty Girl: ...
Pretty Girl: 'You owe me a picture of your dick. You know - an eye for an eye type stuff.'
Jason wanted to ask questions - what did you plan to do with the picture? Should he shave his balls first? Did you want more than one?
But his cock got even harder at you asking for a picture, at you demanding to see his cock, and he couldn't properly think - he couldn't even reason that you might later blackmail him with the picture.
No, instead, he found himself ripping down his pants and turning on the bedside lamp for good lighting, pumping himself up to peak rigid hardness and grasping the base of his cock in hand. And then, without hesitation, he snapped a picture for you. He made sure to get his abs in the photo - a collection of his best assets, with his pants pulled down to mid-thigh, showing off his tight stomach, the deep V leading down to his dick, and his thick seven inch cock in hand surrounded by some well-kept dark pubic hair.
(He was proud of it - and that ego was one of the things that annoyed you most about him.)
He sent it without hesitation and then you began typing several times and stopped once again. Jason's stomach churned with nerves until -
Pretty Girl: 'Fuck you'
Pretty Girl: 'I thought it would be smaller'
Jason had no clue how to respond to that, and he was busy racking his brain for some clever reply, when -
Oh. Oh fuck.
(1) new photo
You had sent him another picture. And this time it was definitely on purpose.
It was a view between the plump, beautiful thickness of your thighs - your hand was inside the pretty lace of those panties, and your fingers were visible working on your clit while your needy hole dripped wetness onto the fabric.
So you had liked what you had seen.
Pretty Girl: 'What would you do if you were here right now?'
Jason's brain short-circuited then. He thought of so many things - eating your pussy until you screamed, flipping you onto your stomach and fucking you until you begged him to stop, gripping onto those gorgeous thighs, pinning them to your chest and pounding into your cunt until you finally surrendered and said that you had liked him all along, fucking your smart little mouth to finally shut you up-
Pretty Girl: 'Come on, Jay. Don't disappoint me.'
Oh, he won't.
(Another thing Jason won't admit - he came back to the Tower just for you.)
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I hate to ask this cause it feels stupid but I dont wanna do a bunch of research on whatever the recent cod mw fandom discourse is,
but I saw the reblog of someone accusing you of supporting people who write sexualized pedophilia and that really is personally my only """"moral"""" with nsfw shit, (I'm a patreon subscriber and ig I just wanna know where my money's going) is THAT true?
this is such a never-ending nightmare.
i used to follow an artist who, 5-6 months ago made racist art featuring gaz in a slave context, which I didn't like, retweet or interact with in any way. they also made under-age art of ghost soap, which I also didn't interact with . people on twitter called me out yesterday, for retweeting art they'd made as evidence I stood by/encouraged/was an avid fan of all these tropes. Also, the art I retweeted wasn't either of these previous examples of art, but one where ghost and soap were sleeping in a bed together, as adults, peacefully. I can't emphasise enough that I have not interacted with this artist at all, for literally six months.
genuinely, my only crime is not unfollowing + blocking this artist earlier on, and then daring to retweet a fic tagged with "non-con" (ghost gets soap off in a context where he can't really properly consent, they're in front of a crowd of strangers and they have to fuck, but both parties are into each other) written by a friend as I wanted to support their writing.
and now i have pedophile claims because I accidentally retweeted a fandom bingo post that defended loli-con, and then immediately un-retweeted it when I properly read it.
And people are calling me a zoophile for supporting someone who wrote zoophilic fic and called people slurs (???) and I genuinely don't know who they're talking about there.
And the same people called me racist for making Horangi's eyes in the monster!AU sensitive because they thought I was making fun of Asian eyes. The real reason is because he's a cat hybrid and cats are sensitive to light (and I'm Chinese).
I tried addressing all this in a simpler way earlier on, and responded to an ask talking about my "support" for the artist who drew the slave Gaz art by saying the fanart in question was tone deaf and in poor taste. It wasn't enough for some people, so I'm happy to say it again - yes, it was racist, and the reason why I didn't want to be more aggressive is because I didn't want to extend all this mess by throwing this artist under the bus - I genuinely believed them when they said that wasn't that their intention, and think they should've deleted the post at the time.
And also I'm now called a rapist bc I like to entertain fics with dom/sub dynamics that dip into cnc, as an asexual woman who's personally repulsed by sex when it comes to myself.
That's everything so far. I really don't know what you people want from me anymore. I followed the wrong artist. I retweeted the wrong post. And I've undid those actions now. And for so many people to have taken literally everything spread by these people at face value, without even checking if their claims are true, is incredibly hurtful and isolating.
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hihi! can i request corruption kink with jeno or hyuck?? if thats okay!
a/n: thank u for requesting!! i decided to do jeno bc i haven’t written anything for him yet oh and somebody else requested that i do something similar to my jaemin request with jeno so two birds one stone i guess? anyways enjoy!!!!! psa i got way more requests than i expected so thank u to everyone who sent im gonna try to get thru all of them as quickly as possible (if college doesn’t k!ll me first)
btw thank u for 400 followers! love u all
pairing: jeno x tutor!reader
wc: 2k
content: smut
warnings: cursing, fingering, masturbation, edging (kind of) , mentions of food (ice cream), big dick jeno ofc, backshots yuh!!!, rough sex, jeno is kinda too much in this lol, marking, cum eating, taking risky pics without consent, no after care, usage of pet names like pretty and baby *whispers* and whore. lmk if i missed any
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Jeno had always liked experienced girls. The kind he didn't have to treat with gloves, who were game for him to fuck so hard that they'd feel it afterward. At least, that's what he thought he was into.
Then you walked into the picture as his little brother's tutor. You were always polite and proper, wearing those buttoned up shirts and pencil skirts that gave off a more mature vibe than your actual age. He knew you recently graduated college, which he liked because you were older than him. But the thing is, you were incredibly innocent and naive. I mean, you didn't even catch on when his brother cracked those not-so-subtle, inappropriate jokes about you.
Jeno wouldn't usually spare a second thought for someone like you. After all, you couldn't even hold his gaze for more than a couple of seconds. So, why on earth was he now holed up in the bathroom, pumping himself to the thoughts of your ass in that skirt? Maybe it was because of how clueless you were, bending over the table to help his brother with his work, offering Jeno a perfect view of your perked ass. He tried to resist, truly he did, but it was hard, especially when your shirt hiked up, exposing the curve of your back.
Jeno had to make a quick exit from the living room, and now… Here he was, working up a sweat in the cramped bathroom trying to imagine your hand, or even your mouth, around his dick instead of his own. Imagining how he'd finish all over your face, leaving you in a state of shock and fluster, those big, innocent eyes looking up at him.
"Shit..." he whimpered shakily, the release of his pent-up load leaving him trembling as the white liquid ended up dripping messily all over the bathroom's curtain. This was getting ridiculous… he needed to fuck someone now.
A sudden knock at the door made him jump, his dick still exposed, flopping around as he hurried to check that the door was securely bolted. He quickly adjusted his pants, grabbed some toilet paper, and tried to clean up the mess as much as possible.
What he didn't expect was to find you standing there when he opened the door, holding a popsicle.
He vaguely remembered you saying something about getting ice cream for everyone because it was so hot. That was right before he had bolted upstairs to deal with his urgent situation.
The popsicle was melting, its crimson contents dripping down your hand and arm. Jeno couldn't help but feel like the universe was testing him, and he swore he felt his dick come alive again.
"Oh, sorry... Uhm... I kind of made a mess," you laughed airily but averted your gaze when the eye contact got a bit too intense "Your brother mentioned you guys had wet wipes in here."
"Uh, yeah, down there" Jeno finally responded after a few moments of silently staring at you. You bent down to check under the sink where he directed you, giving him another tempting view of your ass. You missed the quiet grunt he let out while discreetly adjusting the growing situation in his pants.
You straightened up after finding the wet wipes, looking somewhat torn between putting the popsicle down to clean yourself or eating it quickly. Jeno sensed your struggle and casually reached his arm from behind you to take the popsicle from your hand, allowing you to clean up properly.
"Oh, thanks," you said, using the wet wipes to clean your arms and the stained area on your shirt.
Jeno silently watched you in the mirror, his attention focused on the way the white shirt clung to your skin as you diligently worked to remove the stain. When you finally looked up, you found him eating the popsicle—the very one you had been licking just moments ago. Locking eyes with you, he noticed your bewildered expression and gave you a lopsided smile "It was melting."
"Oh..." you said quietly, the heat rushing to your ears revealing your flustered state.
You tried to return to your task, but he stopped you by suddenly grabbing your wrist. His own hand was now sticky from the melting popsicle. He pulled you closer to him and reached his hand to your face, using his thumb to rub against the corner of your lip "You got ice cream here too," but instead of withdrawing his hand after, he surprised you by slipping his thumb into your mouth.
You would have pulled back if you weren’t completely taken aback by what was going on.
With his finger still in your mouth, he playfully pressed the popsicle against your collarbone. The cold sensation sent a shiver down your spine, and your tongue brushed against his finger instinctively. The sight of your mouth enveloping his digit drove his self-control right out the window. He carelessly dropped the popsicle in the sink and leaned in closer, crowding your personal space with his larger frame. His cold hands sneaked under your shirt, and with a quick move, he unhooked your bra straps from your shoulders, exposing more skin for him to explore.
"Jeno... I don't think this is ri-..right,"
"Why not?" he asked, his face burying in your neck, coaxing soft whimpers from your lips.
"Your... brother... he—"
"He's probably busy googling the answers to his exercises, believe me, he doesn't need you back just yet” He assured, pulling you even closer against his hips, causing your skirt to ride up and reveal your panties.
“I knew you were a whore,” he tutted, realizing you were wearing black lace “You wear lingerie to tutor students?" he chuckled dryly, biting a smile as you attempted to cover yourself.
"I’m n–," you whispered, but your words were cut short as his teeth grazed against your skin, leaving marks and savoring the fruity taste left by the popsicle. He didn't bother with the buttons of your shirt, causing a few of them to pop open from the stretch.
Your bra had slipped down too, partially exposing your breasts.
“You like being used like this, don’t you?" he teased, leaning back to take in the sight of your disheveled appearance. Your bruised neck from the sucking and biting, the strands of hair that clung to your flushed face, and your lace panties on display.
He reached for his phone inside his pocket and snapped a quick picture of you in that state. Your expression instantly shifted to one of panic.
"What… are you doing?" You tried to slide off the sink, but he pressed back against you, his hips pinning you in place.
"Don't worry, this is just for me to enjoy later."
Then he kissed you, shushing any protests you had. His hand crept undetected inside your skirt and under your panties, his index finger gingerly spreading your folds. The action made you gasp against his tongue and then, without warning, he inserted a finger. The intrusion made you try to press your thighs together but he was standing between them so it was impossible. Every time he pumped his finger inside, his hips rutted against you, and you could feel the tent forming in his sweatpants brushing against your clothed core.
“…‘m gonna fuck you like no one ever has before,” He groaned against your lips.
He intentionally slowed down to a pace that almost seemed teasing as the knot in your stomach became almost unbearable. But given how shameful this situation already was, you didn’t want to ask for more.
"Are you that desperate for cock, hmm baby?" Jeno asked as you instinctively tugged on the waistband of his sweatpants to bring him closer and relieve the friction.
His finger pumped a few more times before he completely withdrew it. The emptiness immediately made you whimper.
"I'll give you what you want then," he replied as he reached into his sweatpants and casually pulled out his dick. You didn't want to stare like a pervert but... wow. You felt your legs quiver just from its sheer size. There was no way in hell you could take that.
You found it difficult to imagine how anything that big could fit comfortably inside of you.
The smug smirk on his face told you that he liked your reaction "Clearly never seen one so big,"
"Jeno, I can't… we shouldn’t"
"But what kind of gentleman leaves a lady who is obviously in need?" He said cynically as he pulled down your panties.
No more words were necessary, the tension that had been building reached its peak as he aligned himself with your entrance. Jeno tried not to show any vulnerability, but the way your walls tightened around him, even though he was barely inside, was driving him crazy.
As he gradually entered you, soft, breathless gasps escaped your swollen lips. Your hands clung to the sink, keeping you from losing your balance. He stretched you so intensely that it made your eyes roll to the back of your head. You knew it defied anatomical possibility but as he bottomed out, you had a feel that if you touched your lower belly, you might just be able to feel him there.
“'m gonna move," he said through gritted teeth, more like a statement than a question. And with that, he started to thrust, not giving you much time to get used to the feeling of being so incredibly full.
As his hips met yours in a rough rhythm, he mumbled praises while also calling you things you'd never tolerate from anyone else.
"You feel so tight... for me," he groaned, his hand reaching for your face so you would look up at him.
“Eyes up here, doll,” he said in a breathless tone, the pace so fast and rough that it left no room for coherent thoughts. The knot in your stomach twisted, sending waves of almost painful pleasure through you. Your entire body buzzing with his desperate movements.
“J-..J-..Jeno…” His name was the only word that escaped your lips, each thrust causing your voice to quiver.
Suddenly, he lifted you by your ass and turned you around to face the misty mirror. Both your reflections appeared hazy in the condensation-covered glass so he messily wiped it with one hand and then resumed his thrusting. Now, you could see the way your expression changed each time he hit that spot deep inside you.
He continued fucking into you relentlessly, whispering how you would remember the outline of his cock by the time he was finished. His saliva-slicked lips left wet trails on the skin beneath your ear. From this close proximity, you could even hear the soft moans he struggled to suppress.
Suddenly, a thought flashed through your mind, and with a hoarse voice, you pleaded, "Jeno... don't cum inside."
He hummed against your hair but continued ramming into you, and for a moment, you thought he hadn't heard you. However, just as your orgasm swept over you, he pulled out. You sighed in relief and rested your forehead against the steamy mirror, seeking a few moments of calm.
But Jeno had other plans and wiithout giving you a moment to catch your breath, he turned you around and had you on your knees. You looked up at him confused until he aligned his cock with your mouth.
"Open wide," he said, and with no energy left to complain, you did as told.
You expected him to shove his dick into your mouth, but instead, he stroked it a few more times before releasing his load all over your face. Most of it landed in your mouth, but some also splashed onto your cheeks and chin.
"Swallow," he said with a commanding tone, a stark contrast to the way he gently stroked your face.
You complied, taking in as much as you could. You even used a finger to collect the excess and popped it into your mouth. Savoring it much like you did when you licked the ice cream off his finger. Jeno bit his lip, trying to contain himself before he fucked you thrice more against the wall.
“Go ahead and clean yourself, pretty. You got a lesson to finish," he said, adjusting his sweatpants. And with one last chaste kiss on your lips, he left the bathroom.
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night out
part two ♡ part three
pairing: stalker! mike schmidt x victim! reader
warnings: DARK TOPICS, stalking, obsession, mike’s a cuck, c(nc), alcohol, unconscious, not remembering what happened the night before
a/n: i’m scared to post thjs
♡ parties were never mike’s thing. he hated getting wasted, having no idea where he was, meeting and talking to new people, but you didn’t. he had to keep you safe- i mean, you were his sweet girl. ever since he seen you in the mall, carrying around bags as your dickhead boyfriend groped you in front of everyone, he had the urge to protect you. mike hissed through his teeth, not able to believe a pretty girl like you was holding hands with a man that’s constantly bringing his little girlfriends here.
♡ he promised himself to tell you, but watching your ass in those tiny shorts, getting squeezed and your pretty lips swollen by the man’s rough kiss made mike feel fuzzy. he tries to hide his bulge, but it’s so fucking hard when he’s pretending he’s the one with the cute girlfriend. buying her gifts when he could barely afford rent. he fucking sucked at talking to girls, especially ones like you. every time you walked around the mall you wore the nicest outfits, swayed your hips, almost as if you were teasing him.
♡ mike’s mind was intoxicated with you. constantly checking up on you whether it was through your twitter or window. he just wanted to know you were okay. you kept talking about how much you hated men, how hurt you were — actually “hurr”… the amount of typos led him to believe you were drunk. he was too busy to see his princess, but when he checked your location and saw you were in bum fuck nowhere, he knew he had to drop everything to check up on his girl. which is why he’s holding a beer at a party that he was not invited to, but the people were so shit faced that they didn’t care.
♡ men kept returning to you, handing you drink after drink. after the fourth one, you were feeling so wasted. a man had his hands all around you, not noticing mike’s glare. he barged in and quickly created space between the two of you, noting that you would be too drunk to notice him. such a pretty girl shouldn’t let men touch her so inappropriately, especially when she has a boyfriend.
♡ an alive boyfriend, anyway. he gripped your wrist, dragging you away from the dance floor. “f’… off, man!” you slurred out. you were beyond pissed already. your boyfriend has been ghosting you for weeks out of no where. posted a pic in the middle of la, coke on the coffee table, and a slut in the background. how could he??? whatever, the dick wasn’t good anyway.
♡ “let’s get you home, y/n.” his grip on your wrist tighter, his other hand around your waist to help you outside. you were stumbling in your heels, your makeup runny, and your hair a mess. you were as fucked up as you looked.
♡ “who.. the fuck do you t.. think you are, anyway?” you stammered out, trying to get away from his touch. your pretty head’s too fuzzy to realize he knew your name, when you had no recollection of this man.
♡ he ignored you as he opened the door to his truck, lifting you into the back seat. he shuts the door before going around the pickup, entering the driver’s seat. you try to open the door, but it won’t budge, no matter how many times you unlock and lock the car door. “i’m not telling you my address!!!” you declare, holding your hand up in a fist drunkenly.
♡ “put your seatbelt on.”
♡ “make me.”
♡ he turns around in his seat, glaring at you. you let out a small whimper before buckling your seatbelt. usually you’re so bratty, especially to men. not letting them have their way, always making them think they do. but you were wasted and mike’s glare was stomach churning, nothing like other men have given you. you knew his intentions were far away from pure, especially when he was picking up a drunk defenseless girl into his truck without your consent. you would giggle right at their faces, but you had a feeling in your gut to run far away from this man.
♡ now here you two are, your knight in shining armor and his princess, driving back to your place. you were too messed up to notice the lack of gps, lack of hesitation after every turn, how he knew the shortcut to your house. he parked next to your car. “good girl, always call an uber if you’re going to be this fucked up.”
♡ you wince at the bluntness of his words, shaking, not knowing nor understanding what was happening. what worsened the pit in your gut was him carrying you inside your home, not bothering to dig in your purse for your keys because he already had a copy. carrying you tightly as he entered your bedroom. he never hesitated, only when he touched you, but he knew exactly what and where everything was.
♡ he carefully laid you on your bed, your eyes spinning as he rummaged through your dresser. mumbling about where his favorite set was before taking out a pajama set. all he wanted to do was take out a lingerie set, but he wanted you to fall asleep in something comfy, not something for him.
♡ you stared at him, not completely understanding what was happening, but knowing that you feared him. “what..” is all you could mumble before your eyes went shut, your four drinks finally taking its full effect.
♡ he carefully unzips your dress, something he always dreamed of doing while his hand was deep inside his boxers. his cock was leaking pathetically ever since he saw you grinding against those men, wishing that he were them. he shifted his shameful member, telling himself he’s doing this because he cares about you- not about his dick.
♡ he shimmies you out of the dress, the lack of undergarments making his breath hitch and his cock twitch. i swear, if this was a normal slumber and not because you drank too much, you would wake up from how loud he was breathing. his eyes staring at your nude, unconscious body in disbelief. he jacked off to candid pics of you changing, but it felt so different being so close to you.
♡ he knows he shouldn’t, but he couldn’t help it. just one picture, maybe two,,, fuck, he needed more. he pressed play, leaning his camera close to your cute, unconscious face. angling it down to capture your breasts, his thick fingers twisting your nipple. you couldn’t react if you wanted to, but that didn’t stop him from groping you. fondling your tits as he continues to film, his poor cock so hard and leaking.
♡ he leans in and captures a bud in his mouth, rolling his tongue over it as he forgets about the camera for a moment. enjoying the taste of your skin on his taste buds. he could only wish for this, savoring the taste of the receipt you dropped the last time you were at the mall. but now, he’s trying to fit as much as he can as he sucks pathetically. moaning and flicking his tongue around your nipple, gently nibbling at it before moving to the side of your breast.
♡ as he stated again and again, he knows he shouldn’t, but he can’t help himself. sucking hickeys all around your chest, his hand stroking his thick and hard cock as he laid beside you. his head laying on your stuffed animals as he painted your body, with hickeys and his cum. it was an accident, he swears, but he couldn’t stop.
♡ he picks up the camera again, showing the hickeys he littered all over your pretty skin. it was meant to be just one, but he wanted you to know he was there.
♡ his hand and camera went lower, spreading your legs gently. he leaned in and inhaled your musky scent, his cock still hardened despite him cumming just moments ago. he leaned back to spread your lips, drooling at the sight of your folds and clit.
♡ he tried to capture him tasting your pretty pussy for the first time, his tongue slowly lapping at your clit. he pathetically grinded against your bed as he ate you out, your stuffed animal holding his phone up as he lapped up your juices. swallowing all around, looking up as if you could look into his pathetic puppy eyes, his cock twitching for more than the boxers that restricted it.
♡ he pulled away, a string of saliva connecting his pretty lips from your wet folds. getting up to palm his bulge as he looked down at you, feeling at peace with you. wanting- needing to be inside of you. he spit on his finger, entering it inside of you as he pulled his boxers fully down.
♡ his eyes never left you, even when he was trying his hardest to enter inside of you, he kept looking at your pretty face. even when he kept fumbling, missing your hole again and again, he couldn’t stop staring at you. soon his cock tried to slip inside, he spat at it, trying to thrust into you. his hips needily grinding against you. he knew this was wrong. he knew you couldn’t do anything, but he couldn’t help it. his princess was finally in his vicinity, his to decorate, his.
♡ his cock slipping in and out of you, your walls enough to give him pure bliss. he didn’t even think to wish for you to tighten around him. he was already so happy that he was finally inside of you. pictures did not do your perfect body justice. the way you’re sprawled out for him made him go insane. he no longer had to scroll and scroll through his phone to find the perfect angle of you. he just needed to move your limp body as he desires. he kept your hair from your face, wanting to see it as he took advantage of you. it’s technically not wrong because you’re his!!! always been his since he laid eyes on you, even if you never found out!!
♡ his eyes were so hazy, he couldn’t believe he was about to do this. groping you as his hips became sloppier, drooling a gross amount, running down his chin, his heart beating so hard from being so infatuated with you for so long, savoring the feeling of being inside of you, so intimate…
♡ he should pull out, he really should, he knew you weren’t on birth control; he knew you never let men cum inside of your temple even if they promised to pay for the pill. he just couldn’t help himself. his mind fuzzy and he holds his breath, his toes curling, his hands gripping onto you so hard that he’s shocked you’re not a bit awake, groaning loudly, sweating profusely…
♡ “gonna m’… make you a… ah.. mhm.. a pretty momma.. fill you up..” he groans, cumming deep inside of you. his precious doll filled with his babies made his brain spin. he felt like he had died when he pulled out. your pussy leaking with his cum, picking up the camera to show the beautiful scene. his mouth agape, not believing that this was real life. he stared at you for a while, before cleaning you up.
♡ spreading your lips to make sure the evidence of his seed was gone, crossing his fingers that you wouldn’t go to cvs tomorrow. wiping the dried remnant from your chest. he was so gentle with his darling; you were going to carry his kids after all.
♡ he changed you into his favorite pajama set of yours, white with pink hearts and silky. after he closed your dresser, he snatched one of your panties from the dirty laundry bin. sniffing it before tucking it into his pocket.
♡ he admired your body before tucking you in, kissing your forehead and whispering “good night, my love.”
♡ “what kinda night did i have?” you giggle as you admire the hickeys on your chest
i hope you liked this <3 make sure to practice self care!
#mike schmidt#mike schmidt x reader#mike schmidt x reader smut#josh futturman#josh hutcherson#josh futterman x reader smut#josh futturman x reader#lamb writes
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Learn to lock the door!
Blake: *Enters Jaune's room* Hey Jaune, have you seen my... book?
Jaune is naked, with his cock deep inside a girl on all fours who looks just like Blake. But seconds later she transforms back into Emerald.
Jaune: We can explain.
Blake: *Horny* Fuck that, I'm in.
Moments later
Ruby: Hey Jaune have you seen... Blake?
Blake is on top of Jaune, balls deep, while Emerald is putting on her clothes so she can leave.
Jaune: Is not what it looks like!
Ruby: I don't care what it looks like, I'm in!
Moments later
Weiss: Hey Jaune, did you...
Ruby is fucked from behind by Jaune while he holds her by the neck with a bit of pressure. While Blake is fully dressed putting on her shoes.
Jaune: *red* Blake is a bad influence!!
Weiss: I'm next.
Moments later
Yang: Jaune, did you eat my…!
Jaune has Weiss in a Mating Press and hitting her little pussy hard like a piñata with his big cock. Ruby, on the other side, is dressed, recording what is happening.
Jaune: Your sister dared me to do it!!!
Yang: And I have another one for you~
Moments later
Pyrrha: Jaune, it's time for our tra- Eh?!!
Yang is on all fours while Jaune fucks her from behind while he pulls her hair. In the corner of the bed, Weiss is putting on makeup again to look presentable.
Jaune: She is came to me first!
Yang: *Giggles* Yes I did~
Pyrrha: Your form is wrong, let me help you.
Moments later
Nora: Jaune, have you seen- HOLY MOLLY!!!
Pyrrha has Jaune lying on his back and pressed against the bed without him being able to move, while she bounces on his cock like an animal in heat. On the other side Yang is sitting on a couch, watching what's happening while she touches herself.
Jaune: Help! My pelvis can't take it anymore!
Nora: Oh I give you a hand~
Moments later
Neon: What's up with the noise? Are you guys having a par-TYYYYY!!!!! *Shock*
Nora has Jaune against the wall while she fucks him using her big ass. Jaune can only hold onto her hips. Pyrrha, on the other side, is brushing her hair.
Jaune: This is not a party!!
Neon: *Takes a pic on her phone* It is now~
Moments later
Reese: Neon, are you here? What do you- HOLY SHIT!!
Jaune is sitting on the bed with his back leaning against the wall while Neon moves her hips slowly and sensually while they fuck. Nora is still naked talking to someone on her phone.
Jaune: Reese, what are you doing here?!!
Reese: *Smug* Duh, I came for the party~
Moments later
Arslan: *Ready to fight* Reese, I'm here! Why do you need... *Wide eye* Backup?
Reese is on her tiptoes leaning against the wall while Jaune fucks her intensely. Neon meanwhile is taking selfies with them two in the back.
Jaune: Wait, this is 100% completely consensual!
Arslan: In that case, I also consent.
Moments later
Velvet: Jaune? Nora told me to come see y-y-y-WHY?!! *Angry*
Arslan is hanging onto Jaune with her arms around his neck and her legs hanging in Jaune's arms, supporting her ass while he fucks her. Reese, meanwhile, is on a video call with someone showing how Arslan is getting fucked.
Jaune: Velvet?! Why are you angry?!
Velvet: I gave ya all the bloody signs 'n ya fucked her?! That Dick is mine!
Moments later
Coco: Hey Jaune, is Velvet here? She said she was going- HOLY FUCK!!!
Velvet is being bred with her legs hooked around Jaune, who is on top of her fucking her like there is no tomorrow with cum coming out of her. Arslan meanwhile is putting her bandages on her arms and hands.
Jaune: It was her idea! I swear!
Coco: Whatever her idea is, I want it too~
Moments later
May: Jaune? Nora told me to come her of- *GASP!!!* I-I-I!
Coco looks a mess, her makeup ruined, her hair messy, all thanks to Jaune. He is fucking her with her on top of him, close to his body, while his cock is hitting her insides in all the right places, giving her great pleasure. Taking this opportunity, Velvet uses her camera to take photos of all of Coco's lewd expressions.
Jaune: Wait! Please don't scream!
May: *Red* I WON'T LOSE!!
Moments later
Penny: *Smiling* Hello friend Jaune! I came here to get fuck!
May is bouncing on Jaune's lap while he sucks on the nipples of her huge tits. Coco, meanwhile, is taking some selfies, liking the new look.
Jaune: You what?!!
Penny: *She removes her clothes* I'm sex ready!!!
Moments later
Ciel: Penny, I know you are here! General Ironwood is calling- WHAT THE FUCK?!!
Penny is on all fours with her hand pressed against the bed while Jaune puts all his weight to fuck her from behind. Meanwhile, May is sleeping next to them in the bed covered with a sheet.
Jaune: Please don't tell Ironwood!
Ciel: If you convince me, maybe I won't do it~ *She licks her lips*
Moments later
Glynda: WHAT THE HELL IS GOING ON HERE?!
Ciel is curled up with a pillow while lying on her side with her ass on the edge of the bed where Jaune is fucking her hard. Penny is currently on a video call with Ruby talking about her recent experience.
Jaune: *Panic* Prof. Goodwitch! It's not what it looks like?!
Jaune saying her name made the two girls panic as well.
Glynda: You girls get dressed and go to your rooms immediately!
The two girls do what they are told and run out of the room.
Glynda: And your Mr. Arc…
Jaune: *Worry* YES!!
*Click* Suddenly the sound of the door being locked is heard.
Jaune: Prof. Goodwitch?
Glynda: Now you're all mine~💕
Moments later
#jaune arc#emerald sustrai#blake belladonna#ruby rose#weiss schnee#yang xiao long#pyrrha nikos#nora valkyrie#neon katt#Reese chloris#arslan altan#velvet scarlatina#coco adel#may zedong#penny polendina#ciel soleil#glynda goodwitch#rwby#rwby smut#rwby lemon#rwby shitpost
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aether and kaveh look like disney princesses i wanna fuck the shit out of
there is no need for elaboration
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—okay. you’ve got me hooked. rapunzel!aether in part 2! (tba)
—cinderella!kaveh/royalty!reader, sub!bottom!kaveh/top!dom!reader, amab!reader (referred with they/them pronouns) | cinderella au, semi-public sex, quickie, clothed sex, cum as lube, porn with actual plot (don’t let the tags fool u, this is so fucking soft)
You completely regret hosting this party.
It was something that your advisor had tasked you to do. Host a party, find a suitable partner, get an heir so the kingdom has someone to depend on, blah blah blah.
It’s not like you were even that old.
You sigh, a cigarette on your lips as you lay your back on the wall of the balcony. So many folks festering you, for that chance that you’ll somehow hand them their crown.
Your head aches at the number of conversations you have had to endure just to be polite, the amount of times you’ve had to shake off someone from hugging your arm without your consent.
“Oh, fuck!” You hear someone yelp.
And while the owner of this voice sounds overly anxious, you can’t help but want to hear it again, especially with the polite wording that the attendees have used to butter you up. someone swearing right in front of you catches your interest.
Hands reach the bottom of the balcony, and someone lifts their body up to get on the platform.
“Oh god, why is the entrance so crowded?” The person says.
Your ears perk up at that.
“Well, their highness did host it. it’s been a while since such an event has happened.” You answer.
The figure flinches, turning their attention to you.
Your mouth gapes as you finally see who that voice belonged to. Everything about him is enticing that you can’t help but to drown in his gaze.
He’s properly dressed as well, although not anything overwhelming to the eyes.
Now, which family had been hiding such a prince from you?
“Ah sorry, I didn’t realize someone was here.” He quickly apologizes. His cheeks flush, not expecting someone to catch him climbing up a balcony.
“You’re more than welcome to stay.” You offer, craving more of him.
He shakes his head, much to your disappointment.
“I’m actually here for something else.” he says.
You hum. “Also aiming for the heart of their highness, then?”
Take it, unknown prince.
“What?! N-No, not at all!” He screams in reply. “I mean, I'd be flattered if their highness even finds me a bit intriguing.”
“Have you met them?” You ask.
“Oh. I haven’t really got the time for that.” He answers, although he seems to be in a melancholy thought when he does.
Still, you breathe at his beauty. You think you can stare at him for your whole life.
You quickly try to change the topic.
“So, what are you here for?”
He points behind you.
You turn your head back but what faces you is nothing but the empty hallway.
“Sorry?” You question.
“The castle.”
His answers just keep surprising you.
He blushes, rubbing his arm as he paces around the small space of the balcony.
“You’re interested in the architecture?”
As soon as you mention that, he brightens up. “Yes! From what I've seen, it’s alright.”
You feel offended. It is your castle, one for which you’ve decided most of the structure. He seems to notice his mistake as he panics.
“But don’t tell anyone that! Especially not their highness…”
You grin.
“Perhaps, the inside can change your mind?”
“Inside? I don’t think we’re allowed—”
“If we don’t get caught, it’s fine, right?”
“Yes, but—”
You grab the stranger’s hand and lead him inside, he stumbles in after you, the warmth in your hand startling him.
You bring him into different rooms, hoping that one of them will at least suit his taste.
“This?”
“It’s a bit cramped, the furniture set is going against the wallpaper.”
You roll your eyes, he’s so damn picky. That, or you’re just really bad at interior decorating.
Still, you smile at every single word he says. Being royalty, you have no damn clue what he’s saying. But with that pretty voice of his, you could listen to it for hours.
“Don’t you think you’re being a bit too harsh? What if their highness were merely shown bad choices by their architects?” You say, hoping that wouldn’t risk the random attendee persona that you’re playing at the moment.
“If that’s true, they should’ve fired those architects.” He states confidently.
You laugh. “And what, hire you instead?”
He purses his lips, he didn’t expect you to get that so easily.
He stays silent.
“Do you want to?” You ask.
“Get hired?” The look on his face is so innocent like he can’t even believe that you’re asking such a thing. As if the answer is painfully obvious.
You shake your head.
“To build a castle.”
He stares at you dumbfounded. His eyes glimmer as he grabs your hands and does so aggressively. You don’t mind even a second of it.
“Are you fucking crazy? T-That’s like my dream!” He admits. He’s smiling widely, his face nothing but only a few centimeters away from you.
He starts babbling about the materials he’ll make it with, the different types of rooms and decorations he’ll add. He’s so damn fascinating, you don’t even care about the speech that you’re supposed to give by midnight.
It’s like he has planned this for a long time. Everything he says is so intricate. His hands move as if he’s drawing it, he’s a bit shaky but it’s obvious that it’s from excitement. To your amazement, the way he describes everything makes it seem as if you’re actually in that castle in your head.
Once he realizes how much he’s talking, he stutters an apology.
“Sorry! It’s just that no one has ever asked me about this, I mean at home I—”
“Okay. I’ll give that to you.” You reply genuinely, your eyes are focused on his soft lips.
His chest heaves and his golden eyelashes flutter with grace…just looking at you.
“You know that’s impossible. I’m not even a professionally licensed architect.”
“It’s not.”
You’ll make it happen, even if your advisor goes against it. It doesn’t matter if you have to demolish the entire castle you’re in right now.
“It is! You’re just flattering me, I get it. You’ve been nothing but nice to me, but you don’t have to promise and lie to about such things.”
“I mean it.” You say it so sternly that he almost starts believing it.
He sighs deeply. “Going to this party is already a dream come true. There was this little green fairy with white hair, I—”
The words slip out of your mouth, cutting off whatever stupid things he has to say.
“Meeting you is a dream come true.”
The next few moments are a blur. Your hands are all over the unknown stranger. Fuck, it’s as if you’ve been hit with a love spell. You want to keep kissing his mouth, tell him that he has nothing to worry about when you’re with him. That you’ll do anything he asks.
Your prince whines and the sound has you going insane.
You want more.
You’ve gotten so addicted easily that your mind is insatiable.
It doesn’t matter that the room is left unlocked, no one is going to keep your hands off him.
“Hah—God!” He breathes enticingly. His mind is so hazy, so weak at how his heart is pounding each second.
You take off his coat, the clothing echoes as it falls down on the floor. His blouse is silk and you swear you can see the way his chest is lined underneath the white cloth.
Your fingers rubbed his hardened nipples and his entire body shivers. He holds onto your shoulders for support, the aroused moan that escapes his throat is just enough for you to keep doing it, and so you do.
“W-Wait! I-I’ll—” He pushes you for a moment, to take a breath as he slowly composes himself.
You watch him impatiently. You can see how his cock twitches from his tight pants, the wet spot in the center, and his dick dripping from precum as the white liquid seeps through it.
You keep your hands inside your pocket. Despite how your pants are perfectly fitted for you, your cock is begging for warmth, specifically from the blonde stranger in front of you.
He then nods.
“I’m okay…we can continue.”
“I’m sorry, I don’t have any—”
“I can take it. It’s fine.” He says as if he’s in a hurry. You’re not sure if it's just because he’s needy or if it’s something else.
You still indulge in his wants, however.
You’ll have to make do with his own fluids although you really don’t want to do anything that’ll hurt him.
Your fingers steadily prepare his walls and you’re trying your best to not be greedy. His needs first, more than anything.
He’s so damn tight, not that you need to worry much as the sounds he’s making are signaling everything but pain.
He’s so soft and so perfect that you’re starting to get jealous of even your own fingers.
“Are you..?”
He nods, and desire fills his eyes. It looks like you’re not the only one getting impatient.
When you finally feel his insides with your cock, the expectations you had were completely blown out of the water. Your hands find their way to his waist and it’s perfect.
The first thrust is enough to send you to heaven.
“Keep going.” He pleads.
You continue to pound into him, enjoying how each one brings out a soft mewl from the blonde.
His cock is dripping white on the floor, and the carpet gets soaked. You know you need to get that replaced but instead, you want to keep the stain there, as if some kind of trophy.
And while you stir up his insides, a familiar noise bothers your ears.
You don’t let it even phase you, enjoying the pleasure that’s eating you up.
However, your prince decides otherwise.
“H-Hold on! What was that—”
“Just the clock. You don’t need to bother yourself with it.”
A groan escapes your throat, feeling how he tenses up all of the sudden.
“Is it twelve?” He asks.
“N-No, but it’s close. Five more minutes.”
“I need to go.” He says.
No way was he leaving you like this.
“What?”
“I’m so sorry, but I—” His words are cut off by his moaning.
The way you fill him up has him salivating. You didn’t even move but god, his walls clenching on you are betraying his choices right now.
“T-Three minutes.” He whimpers out.
“Thank you, love.”
Your fingers feel up his cock, stroking it up and down while still continuing to pound ruthlessly. He continues to scream out, his mind too overwhelmed from getting his ass and cock ravaged at the same time.
His legs quiver and you have to hold him still. You’re both close and you’ll make sure to have him finish in time at least.
“F-Fuck!” He sobs.
And the worries in your head disappear, cumming inside his walls as he splatters more onto the carpet.
You sigh, your chest thumping as you stand there with your clothes a mess.
He quickly slides off you, trembling but still hastily moving as if the adrenaline has gotten into his head.
“I-I’m so sorry, I’ll try to get in contact with you again. I swear!” He stammers out before fixing his clothes, nearing the doorway.
“Don’t go through the balcony! There’s an exit to the right of this room!” You say, helping him out despite your wishes to keep him here.
“Thanks!” He shouts back.
You swipe the sweat on your forehead, zipping your pants back on.
The clock chimes as it signals it’s midnight. What a fucking way to end the night.
You hear rushed steps from the hallway.
Your attention turns to the door. Did he come back?
Your disappointment is immeasurable when you find out it’s just your advisor.
“Your highness! I’ve been looking everywhere, you’re late for your speech—Oh my god, what did you—No, who did you?!” She looks disappointed.
You look down. Ah, right.
Who?
Oh fuck, you never got his name.
“I didn’t ask. Oh no.” The realization slowly sets in.
“Excuse me?!” Your advisor answers offended by your words. You can tell how stressed she’s been, her teal hair in a mess.
“I’ll be right there. Let me clean up first, Ma’am”
“I’ll get everyone distracted. Jeez, young ones these days!” She says before rushing away.
The urge to punch the wall in front of you right now is high.
You look at the floor and notice the coat on the floor.
It smells just like him.
You lay your head on the cold table, mind filled with everything but your duties. The only thing that’s engraved in there is nothing but the sweet prince you met a while ago.
But no matter how many times you’ve gone through portraits of different royal families, even going through the nobles, you’re not met with a match.
“Your Highness. I see you’ve been distracted again.”
“Madame Faruzan, I cannot do this anymore.” You tell her wholeheartedly.
Your advisor rolls her eyes.
“Right after I caught you and that whole mess, you should be working.”
“He’s a great guy! He’s skilled with his hands.” You argue with her.
“I do not need to hear what he did with you.”
“That’s not what I meant! He’s an architect, he’s good! I’ve heard how he works, I’ll vouch for him.”
“You’re biased. Something that a ruler should not have. I told you this when you were younger.” She warns you.
It seems that she won’t hear you out no matter how hard you try.
“I really cannot focus.” You say.
It’s the truth. You’ve been sleeping with that coat for weeks, along with other things. As if it’s actually him to begin with.
“If he’s such a great architect, then why don’t you work with that?”
An idea enters your head.
“Ma’am, you’re a genius.”
“Of course.” She says confidently with a smile.
She shakes the compliment off, lord knows she's the smartest person you’ve ever met.
“So? What’s your verdict?” She asks.
A day after, a letter was sent out to the people of your kingdom.
Needless to say, everyone was freaking out.
“Goodness, that’s a big deal. Isn’t it?”
“Right! That’s a big opportunity.”
The entire market was in an uproar as Kaveh shops for his family. He couldn’t care any, especially not with the consequences he faced from being caught out late in the night. They never knew that he went to the party, but he’s sure his snarky scholar of a step-sibling knows.
“Oh, Kaveh.” A friendly face greets him.
“Miss Nilou.”
She smiles at him,
“Are you participating?”
The confused face of Kaveh is enough for Nilou to shake the soul out of him.
“You have to! Their highness is currently looking for an architect to turn the whole castle into something new!”
Kaveh’s eyes widen. “…Actually?”
“Yes! Oh, you have to hurry! It’s only up till today!” She brings it up, and Kaveh rushes home as fast as he can.
It’s almost like a dream come true.
First, that little green fairy that gave him the opportunity to attend the party in the first place. Then, that person he met at the said party who he flushes at every time he thinks of them. And now, this?
He almost tears the whole place down from searching for his plates.
Kaveh compiles it in an envelope. He feels rewarded as if everything that he’s gone through has finally led up to something.
“Fuck! Where is it?” He’s missing a folder.
Technically, what he’s giving is already more of what was asked for. Still, the perfectionist in him cannot stand to not have everything in its place, especially not with the opportunity that he was presented with.
A knock comes from his door and he flinches, his family cannot know about this. They’ll get rid of it again.
“It’s just me.” He relaxes, rolling his eyes before turning back.
“Asshole,” Kaveh says.
“After I saw your folder in the living room and kept it? Alright, I’ll guess I’ll throw it out.” Al-Haitham replies sarcastically.
“You wouldn’t.”
“I kept it for a reason. I wouldn’t throw it out now.” Kaveh forcefully takes out the folder and shoves it into his envelope.
He wants to say thanks, but his pride is too high for that.
“Be home before your curfew, I won’t cover for you.” Al-Haitham says.
Kaveh knows that he will despite the annoying tone that he’s using.
He runs to the front of the castle as fast as he can, his legs were not made out for this kind of journey. Still, he won’t give up.
He reaches the gates luckily, just an hour before the deadline.
Now, all he had to do was wait.
“We got a lot of submissions…and most of them are barely even considered actual pieces. I mean, look at this. Who would turn a castle into a teapot?” Faruzan complains, searching through the different envelopes.
You take a look at the amount and you couldn’t help but agree more. It’s absurd.
“Everyone who’s a licensed architect can be thrown away.” You ordered.
“Did I hear that correctly?” She eyes you as if you’re crazy.
You are.
“It’s fine, I have faith in him.”
After that, the submissions are lessened quite easily. While there were some that had fit up to the standards, they weren’t simply what you were looking for.
You remember every single thing he said, if you could just match that up with an envelope then you’ll be fine.
“We have two left.” Your advisor states.
Two names in front of you. One was named ‘Albedo’ and the other one was named ‘Kaveh’. You hesitate to open, the anxiety that he never heard of this competition or that you have sorted away his piece is eating you.
Your advisor notices this and gives one of her very rare encouragement.
“You said you have faith.”
You sigh, trying to calm down.
“I do.” You say it just loud enough to believe it.
You and Faruzan both take one, opening them at the same time.
Your hands shake as you do.
This ‘Albedo’ is good. God, it’s gorgeous. Though what he’s sent out are more artistic than they are architectural, you can see the vision that he’s presenting, it’s something you think your mystery man would find great fun studying.
You literally cannot do this.
You only had one chance left.
It’s this or nothing.
Faruzan holds your hand while you go through his envelope. It’s breathtaking, it’s almost as what you imagined that time Kaveh was talking to you were right here, laid out perfectly.
“Kaveh.” The name sounds so sweet on your tongue.
Finally.
You dress up in a nice outfit, sitting on the carriage’s seat, trying your best not to scream. You could have gotten the wrong person, but you’re sure that this Kaveh is him.
You’re not accompanied by anyone except your coachman. You’ve asked him “if you’re there yet” about five times.
You bury your face in your hands. This is fine, you’ll be fine.
You almost smack your head face-first on the seat when the carriage comes to a stop without any warning.
The door opens for you.
You hear the gossiping of the people around you and you give them that perfect smile you’ve been taught to do even if it makes you feel uncomfortable.
There’s a person by the door. One who’s certainly not the one you met at the party.
“Hello.” You greet.
“Your highness.” He replies, bowing his head.
There is an awkward silence between the two of you. It is clear that neither of you likes talking.
“I’m looking for—”
“Kaveh, I presume?”
You nod nervously.
He opens the door and shouts, an annoyed response can be heard from the outside.
Everything’s fine, you rule this kingdom. If it’s another person, you can just bomb the whole place away!
The joking in your head does not make it any better.
“I swear this better be important, I was busy—” He stops talking as soon as he meets with your eyes.
There’s a flushed look on his face that matches yours.
“Oh. It’s you…”
There come the gasps from around you.
“He did not just call them that.”
“How disrespectful!”
“Right?!”
You cough, unsure how to state why you’re here. You just hand him the contract.
He shakes as he reads it.
“What…?”
“I told you that I’ll build you a castle.” You remind him.
Kaveh remembers and you can see everything click right in his face. He’s very expressive, not that you were a stranger to that.
“Y-Your Highness.” He stutters.
You wonder if it’s appropriate to go down on your knee.
Fuck it. You can have Madame Faruzan reprimand you later.
The people watching scream in shock as you go down on one knee.
“Now that we have that out of the way…Will you do me the honor of ruling by your side?”
Please say yes, please say yes, please say—
“What?!” Kaveh yells at you.
“G-Get up! Oh my god, your highness!” He tells you.
“I’m not standing up unless you say yes.”
The man you talked to previously whistles before heading inside the house. Kaveh glares at him, he did just not leave him in a situation like this.
“I’m serious, Kaveh.”
“You’re crazy.” He says.
“I know.” You look up to him hopefully.
He’s so red, it’s almost painful to look at. Not that you were any different from his case.
“I—Alright! Yes! So stand up already, your cape is getting dirty and everyone’s looking so—”
You pull Kaveh down by his collar, drowning in his sweet familiar lips.
You pull Kaveh down by his collar, drowning in his sweet familiar lips.
#plattered writings#dom reader#sub genshin impact#dom!reader#sub genshin#genshin impact smut#genshin impact x reader#kaveh x reader#sub kaveh#sub!kaveh#sub kaveh x reader#thirsts for blake
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Can you do a Angel dust x shy (Charlie’s younger brother) male reader, he’s really shy and introverted but likes to sing and perform just like his big sister.
"Kissed?" -- Angel Dust.
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Summary: Despite being the Prince of Hell along side your sister, the Princess of Hell -- you find yourself closed off, just like a certain spider you knew.
Pairing: Angel Dust x MALE! Reader
Warnings: Sexual implications, Objectification, Suggestive.
Enjoy. (I kind of left out the singing part, sorry about that. I sometimes just write and let my hands take me wherever.)
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You loved your sister, you truly did. But good lord was she emotional. Nothing wrong with that, of course. You found yourself holding complicated emotions -- she had her girlfriend to express her feelings and distress to. You always wondered how Charlie could find trust in someone so easily, especially someone in Vaggie's situation. You envied your sister in a way, that she always saw the good in people. You experienced your family break up all in front of you, so you never had a good example of love and trust in your life. Once your mother and father paid enough attention to how you turned out, they did their best to hide it from your sister.
The oldest was always the guinea pig child, as they say.
This eventually brought out your introverted self, being a polar opposite to your sister and a great point to compare the two of you. When you arrived at the Hotel project your sister had been working on (because your shit ass father apparently had better things to do) , you felt proud of her. She brought in shitty people, attempted to help them, without working on her own problems. So proud.
You immediately found no connection with anyone there, especially Alastor. He gave you a stomach ache, a stomach ache full of daddy issues. You decided to keep away from him. You saw that Charlie already latched on to him. Another example of her trusting people TOO quickly, especially for your liking. You did find one connection though, someone you enjoyed to listen to.
Angel Dust.
Yes, they fucking porn star. You enjoyed listening to the porn star talking about whatever the fuck he wanted to talk about. You enjoyed hearing him, knowing there was another layer of him to unwrap. You knew he was much more than what was portrayed on television. He was a pretty spider, you understood why so many people found him so attractive. He was charming, cute, his voice was beautiful. That's honestly all you really thought of him, you never wanted to watch his films.
Although he claims he gives consent, you felt as though it was disrespectful. It just didn't feel right to watch a man who you talk to get absolutely railed by some OTHER guy, mind you. It upset you, it shouldn't but it did. Which was a feeling you were going to bottle until it erupts on some inconvenient day. While you sat with Angel Dust as the bar, he rambled about how he thinks pigs are better than any animal to have as a pet.
Which you entirely disagreed and continued to fight with him about. "You're biased, you have a fucking pig." You roll your eyes, giving him your hand to talk to. "Exactly! Thas how I know ther the best!" He shoots his hands in the air to emphasize his point. You make a talking motion with your hand as a way to mock what he was whining about.
"Fuck you, 'm right. Right fat nuggets? Yes I am! Yes I am, daddy will always defend you, baby." His voice broke out into baby talk as his little piglet began wadding towards him. "Literally hate that you just called yourself daddy right now." Angel grins and shrugs.
"I don't do it often, it's the other way around."
"Oh, hell no."
"What! That's my job!"
"Shouldn't be."
"Why're you hating on me today? You hate my guts!"
"Yeah I do."
"You should just rearrange them instead."
"That's FUCKING insane, Angel."
"Tellin' me you don't wanna?"
You groan and slap the back of his head. Angel laughed, letting out a little moan before bringing his arms together to push his chest fluff out. "C'mon." He purrs, leaning closer to you. "I don't wanna fuck you." You flick his forehead, backing him bounce back a bit. He whines again, "Why not! I'd fuck you!" You roll your eyes, though you won't deny your flushed face.
"You'd fuck everyone."
"Not ya sistah."
"That's really comforting actually."
"I play for one team."
"I'm on the bench."
Angel laughed, you loved when you made him laugh. The best word to describe him was always just, 'pretty.' His laugh was pretty, his eyes, his makeup, his voice, everything. You clear your throat a bit before attempting something. "Ever actually kissed someone during a scene?" You ask, not looking him in the eyes. "Are ya dumb? Course I have." He tilted his head, raising a brow. "Nah, like an actual nice kiss. Not something aggressive or whatever." He sits there to think a bit, you knew what the answer was but you still wanted to make sure. He then shook his head.
"Do you not watch my films?" He asks before you speak. You shake your head. Angel looks taken aback. "Rude!" You chuckle and shrug. "Doesn't feel right, you're my friend." Angel felt his face flush up as well. Man, you know your fucked up when basic human decency gets you REALLY going. He only hummed. "Anyway, wanna know what an actual kiss feels like?" Angel's head perked up, his eyes were wide. "You wanna kiss me? Then what?" He grinned at the end of his sentence. "Just kiss, fuck. Relax -- tryna take it to base 34 already." You groan, swatting him.
"..okay." He mumbled, his face red.
"Never seen you red before." You tease, a smile wide on your face. "Fuck you man! Nobody says shit like how you do." You raise your brow this time. "Whaddya mean?" A smile still visible on your lips as you lean in. Angel feels himself start to sweat. "I dunno." He says, a little to quiet. You think he didn't meant to be so quiet, it just came out that way. Your eyes were lidded, "If you kiss me with tongue I'll bite your tongue, cook it, then feed it to Alastor." You threaten. Angel smiles wide, showing his bright gold tooth. "Thanks for the save." You roll your eyes before finally leaning in and pecking him on the lips.
Angel opens his eyes, pauses for a second, before leaning back in for a more passionate kiss. His other arms that were above his waist pull you in, making you sit on his lap as you wrapped your arms around his neck, stuffing your hands into his silky hair. It wasn't sexual, it was loving. And it was a bit too much for Angel. He pulled away, his face felt like it was burning. You looked back at him, waiting for a response. "Are you okay?" You ask.
He only whimpered in response, leaning in and setting his head on your shoulder. His grip on your waist was tight, he wasn't crying, just processing. You hear him inhale, before finally saying something. "Thank you." It was mumbled, but enough. You smile softly and pet the back of his head.
"Of course, stupid."
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Sinful mouth – Draco Malfoy (smut)
A small drabble for my Draco lovies. Please like and reblog if you enjoyed reading this, your comments keep us writers motivated! Enjoy my loves. xxx
Summary: pwp, reader lost a bet and has to pay the price
Warnings: 18+, smut, oral (m), slight dubcon (but full consent), dom!Draco, degrading, choking
Pairing: Draco Malfoy x fem!reader (1k words)
“Kneel.” His voice filled her bedroom, bright eyes starting her down as his smirk began to widen.
“Fuck you, Malfoy!” She knew she had no way out, forced to follow his command - all because of some stupid bet she has lost. “Why can’t you be normal and ask me to do some other shit for you?”
“There’s that fire you always show me. Good, I was wondering how long it’d take for you to snap. Now it’ll make it even more fun to break you.” She watched him lean back against her dresser, arms crossed in front of his shirt-clad chest. (Y/n) hated the way her body reacted to Draco, how her thighs clenched whenever she heard his voice. “I won’t say it again, (y/n). Kneel.”
“And now?” She had dropped to her knees in an instant, staring up at him as she tried not to pay the way her carpet was already rubbing against her skin any attention. “I don’t have a lot of time, so if you can get this over with.”
He was in front of her within seconds, hand clamped around her throat to draw a shaky and surprised gasp from (y/n). Wide eyes met piercing ones, hers full of confusion, his filled with darkness. A darkness so rich, (y/n) feared it'd swallow her wholly and steal her light.
“It’s your own fucking fault for being this stupid, you had to try and go against me, and you failed. Now be a good girl and pay the fucking price, sweetheart.” Draco’s smile began to widen as he watched her pupils dilate, a sight that left his cock twitching, growing harder in the confines of his trousers. Tonight he’d force his cock down her throat, just like she had always hoped he would, secrets shared with close friends, secrets that had found their way to him years ago. “Keep up this bratty act and see what will happen. We both know you’ve wanted this for years, be happy I’m granting you this wish.”
“What are you talking about?” She could only whisper the words, not daring to use more strength as Draco tightened the grip on her throat. His eyes burned through her, leaving holes in her trembling body, holes that were filled with lust the second a raspy chuckle left him.
“You didn’t think you could hide that crush of yours from me, could you? I’ve always known this little act of yours was nothing but lies, trying to distract me from your obsession with me. Well, tonight’s your lucky night, baby.” Embarrassment tugged on her features, shooting heat through her body as she tried to avert her gaze – without any luck. Draco’s ringed fingers kept holding her in place, staring down at (y/n) with a satisfied grin glued to his lips.
“Now, be a good girl and open that mouth for me.” He let go of her to rise back to his feet. Draco would never do this if he weren’t sure of her longings, he’d never pressure her into doing something this intimate if she’d ask him to stop – which she didn’t. All (y/n) did was run her tongue along her lower lip before she parted her lips, tongue exposed to his piercing eyes.
Her eyes followed the movements of his fingers, how they freed his cock within seconds. Draco had done this numerous times, reach for his cock to fuck his hand to the thought of (y/n), speaking to her as if she was kneeling in front of him, ready to swallow his cock – just like she was now. He stepped back towards her, pushing the pre-cum-bearded tip past her lips, unable to swallow his groan at the warm feeling.
Eagerly she closed her lips around him, she hallowed her cheeks and began to bob her head, wanting to draw the most sinful sounds out of the tall man. Draco held onto (y/n) with his ringed fingers combing through her hair, keeping an almost possessive grasp on her. She worked carefully, pumping the parts she couldn’t reach just yet, having to force herself to calm down. It took her a few seconds to relax her throat, to take him deeper without panicking, but his sounds were worth the struggle, telling her how much he loved being touched by her.
She tried to focus on Draco, on the taste of him, on the feeling of him resting on her tongue, but her mind kept bringing up his words, reminding her that he was all too aware of her crush on him, a crush she had been fostering for years, ever since meeting him at Hogwarts. But even though she couldn’t help but be embarrassed, (y/n) also began to realize that he must share her feelings, otherwise he wouldn’t have pushed her to do this.
“I’ll never allow you to stop doing that, your mouth’s a sin in itself.” Draco’s raspy words left her chuckling, urging her on to move even faster, set on pushing him over the edge. His hips jerked, forcing his cock deeper down her throat to leave (y/n) choking on her gasps. “Such a desperate slut, you’d rather choke than stop sucking my cock, wouldn’t you?”
The hum leaving (y/n) drew a gritty laugh out of Draco, his head rolled back, exposing his throat to (y/n)’s wandering gaze. She could tell that he was close, twitching in her mouth as he tried to hold back, tried to stop himself from cumming right there and then. Her grip on his cock grew tighter, adding more speed to her movements as he once again forced himself down her throat.
“I want you to swallow every drop, show me how greedy you are for me.” Their eyes met as he spoke the words, seconds before he came down her throat. (Y/n) watched him cum undone, feeling him paint her mouth white with his cum. She swallowed, only pulled away as he loosened his grip on her hair, waiting for (y/n) to expose her now clean tongue to his eyes.
“The next time you lose a bet, I’ll fuck you, that much I can promise, sweetheart.”
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📱Texting BFF!SKZ “What are we?” (Part 2) (Maknae Line)📱
☀️Feelbokkie M.list☀️
genre: heavy angst, hurt/comfort, some fluff
pov: 1st & 2nd person
description: After receiving mixed signals from bff!skz you tried to figure out what the hell you are. After that blew up, they have to figure their shit out (Half smau, half written) (screenshots for recapping) (unedited)
pairing: maknae line bff!skz & fem!reader
warnings: swearing, friendship break up, mentions of violence, alcohol (drink responsibly), reader is kissed without consent (Seungmin and Jeongin), reader is also minorly touched without consent (Seungmin)
word count: listed below
screenshot count: 6
©feelbokkie (2023) — all rights reserved. reposting/modification of any kind is not tolerated.
Part 1
Part 2 (Hyung Line)
한 지 성 (Han Ji-Sung) (822 words)
When you walked into work this afternoon, Jisung was sitting in your section. You hadn't seen him since last week and you hadn't talked to him since your small argument last night. You had gotten so pissed off that you blocked his number and the numbers of the rest of the kids just in case. You were glad that he didn't camp outside of your apartment all night. You would have actually felt sorry for him.
You walk right past him and head straight into the backroom to get ready for your shift at the restaurant. Why did he have to come to your job? Everyone knows him, not only as Han from Stray Kids, but as your friend. No doubt one of your coworkers saw him walk in and immediately sat him in your section, you didn't have time to warn them that you wanted nothing to do with him.
"Please give me a different section. I'll do anything." You beg your manager when she walks into the back room.
"No," He doesn't even face you as he rejects your request.
"But--"
"If this is about your friend, he's been here since opening and has been ordering nothing but water waiting for you. I want him out too but I can't kick him out, the last thing we need is bad press from kicking out an idol. He promised to make a scene if I did." He explains, handing you the list from the waitress you were taking over for.
You scoff at the idea of Jisung's socially anxious ass being that bold. You roll your eyes and force yourself out on the floor. You first make your rounds to the tables in your sections that were already in the process of being served by your coworker to introduce yourself. You help customers as you make your rounds by grabbing them utensils or anything else they ask for before you have no choice to go to Jisung's table, your manager saw that you were avoiding him and threatened to fire you.
"Hi, welcome to Happy Star, I'm your waitress Y/N, can I start you off with something to drink?" You avoid eye contact, focusing on your notepad instead.
"Y/N--"
"Yes, sir."
"That's hot, but--"
"Would you like another glass of water sir? To cool you off, perhaps?" You offer him a fake smile, still avoiding eye contact.
"I'll have a cola." He hesitates, debating if you would actually pour water on him in a crowded restaurant.
"Perfect, I'll bring that right out. Were you ready to order or did you still need a few minutes?" Your tone is dead. You want to get this over with and have him leave.
"I ordered a cola, is that not enough? I really need to talk to you."
"I'll ask you again when I bring your drink out." You fake smile at him one more time before putting his order in and attending your other tables.
Jisung attempts to flag you down multiple times as you worked around your other tables. The contrast in how you treated your other patrons compared to Jisung was laughable. Any onlooker would be appalled by your hospitality towards him.
The busyness finally dying down again, you finally grab Jisung's drink and bring it to his table. You wish you could slam it down so he could get the message, but you know that'll only cause a mess that you'll have to clean up. Instead, you place the cup as far away from him as possible. You place a straw on the table and pull out your notepad again.
"I know what I want," Jisung states before you could say anything.
"Perfect, sir. What can I get you started with?" You sigh.
"You,"
"Excuse me?"
"I said I want you."
"I am not on the menu. Let me give you a few more minutes to look again." He grabs your to stop you from leaving, forcing you to finally look at him.
"Y/N, I figured my shit out and I want you. I want to be with you." Your breath catches in your throat and your heart starts pounding hard in your chest. Hope, he's giving me hope.
"Ji, I want to have this conversation with you. I really do, but I'm at work right now and my boss is already upset with you. So just order something and leave. We'll talk after my shift."
"Why not during your break?" He whines, wide-eyed like a puppy whose been scolded.
"Something tells me that we might need more than the 45 minutes I'm allowed."
"What time are you off?"
"I get off at 8 today."
"Okay, I can wait 8 hours. I made you wait for almost 2 months." He chuckles, now being able to laugh at the situation.
"So, what do you want to eat?" You ask softly.
"Just get me a lunch combo B, please."
이 용 복 (Lee Felix Yong-Bok) (907 words)
It's easier.
Those words play in your head over and over again as you think about your last conversation with Felix. It was over text message but you could clearly hear his voice saying it to you, with a pained look on his face.
It was not easier. Nothing about this was easier. You liked Felix and her liked you. You both knew it--hell, everyone knew it. You two acted like a couple. You were often found in the same bed, sleeping together. You were the unofficial roommate in the Stray Kids dorm, you even had a key. You celebrated any and every special holiday together. All of your free time is spent together and know each other's innermost thoughts. You've kissed. Your friends would jokingly refer to you as boyfriend and girlfriend, despite the fact that they knew that you weren't actually together. You just didn't understand why you weren't. Nothing would change about your relationship now besides adding a label.
“I can’t stand this anymore.” You say, letting yourself into Felix's room. You knew he was home. His schedule was clear and you knew he would be moping around after your conversation.
“Y/N, hi?” Felix was laying in his bed, on his phone, probably playing a game.
“Felix, we need to talk. Like right now, because I am genuinely losing my fucking mind.” You turn his desk chair to face the bed and sit down. He sits up and faces you.
“Is this about the other day because I really don’t want to get into it right now.” Felix tosses his phone aside and rubs his face. I can tell by the dark circles that he hasn’t been sleeping.
“We can’t just ignore it until if goes away. We like each other—fuck, it might even be love at this point. Why can’t we be together?” You rub you hands on your pant legs. Confrontation really isn’t your thing and Felix knows that.
“We are together! We’re together right now.”
“Don’t be funny right now, I’m serious.”
“Sorry,”
“Are you scared? You said you like the way things are right now. The only thing that would change is our relationship status.” You lean forward, elbows on your thighs.
“Yeah but what happens next?”
“What?”
“What happens if we realize that we don’t want to be in a relationship.”
“Lix, we’re basically already in a relationship, I don’t—“
“What if you want up one day and you realize that you like the idea of me. The idea of us. Like what if our relationship is this sort of codependent nightmare and we developed a version of Stockholm syndrome? We spend so much time together that we might have just Pavloved each other into thinking we’re soulmates.” You can't help but stare at your best friend and blink.
“Is that what you think? That I conditioned you into liking me?” You were dumbfounded, completely confused by what is going on.
“I didn’t say that.”
“But you implied it.”
“This is what I meant by it’s easier to just let us be.”
“You think we actually manipulated our relationship into codependency, how is that easier?”
“Because you’re getting upset!”
"I have every right to be upset, Felix! You just told me that you think we only like each other because it's convenient and you don't want to be in a relationship with me because our feelings might not be real. How the fuck do you think people get into relationships? They like being around someone and want to be around them forever. Do you not want to be with me forever?"
"I do! Trust me, Y/N, I do. It's been killing me the past few days not talking to you and knowing you were upset because of me."
"Then why can't we be together?" You choke. You had been holding back tears, knowing that if Felix saw you cry, he would too.
"What if we do get together and breakup?"
"You're risking our entire relationship, our friendship, on a 'what if?'"
"What? What do you mean ruin our friendship?" Felix sits up straighter and swings his legs over the bed. You sit up and lean back into the chair.
"Do you honestly think that we can just go back to the way we were after today? Knowing what we know? Tell me this, Felix, how are you going to feel is I start dating someone else? Are you going to be able to sit idly by as my best friend? Genuinely, because I know you'll bottle up those emotions until you inevitably explode. Because I know I couldn't. Felix, we either pull the trigger and start dating or we cut all contact because I cannot keep doing this to myself."
"Please don't make me choose." Felix's eyes are full of tears threatening to fall. He's trying not to cry for my sake.
"I guess I have my answer." You wipe your eyes and stand up.
"What?"
"It shouldn't be a hard answer. And the fact that you're hesitating let's me know everything I need to know." You turn towards the door ready to leave.
"Y/N, wait, let's talk about it." He stands up quickly and grabs your wrist.
"Goodbye, Felix." You can't look Felix in the eyes as you shake your hand out of his grip and leave his dorm. If you turned around, you might have actually stayed after seeing Felix's distressed look.
김 승 민 (Kim Seung-Min) (1,714 words)
It started off with you avoiding Seungmin for over a week. It's not like he was going out of his way to see you either. A week turned into two which turned into a month and has now spiraled into almost two months. Two months without speaking to you best friend. You were miserable, understandably so. And you know that Seungmin could be stubborn, but so could you.
Which is how you found yourself alone at a bar on a Tuesday night knee deep in your 5th Long Island iced tea. You were beyond drunk, nursing the void that was left by Seungmin with gin, vodka, tequila, rum, triple sec, and a splash of cola. You weren't a heavy drinker normally, but something about the vibes and being heartbroken made you not care.
"What's a pretty girl like you doing all alone over here?" A man comes up next to you in your booth. Out of habit, you sat at the table that you and Seungmin normally sit in when you hang out.
"Reflecting," You hum. You were definitely drunk. Or maybe you were just lonely. Normally, you wouldn't entertain the idea of talking to a stranger. You didn't need to, you had Seungmin.
Seungmin
No longer in control of your limbs, your hand slides your phone out of your bag and automatically dialed Seungmin's number. He's the only number you have memorized other than your own number and your parents. How you managed to type it in perfectly while shit-faced? Who knows. You set your phone on the table and take another sip of your drink.
"Reflecting on what, baby girl?" Another guy, probably the first one's friend, slides into the booth from the other side trapping you in between them. Instinctually, you grab your cup and pull it on your lap, taking one hand to cover the top.
"Oh, I think I know... It's about a guy huh? Who took you for granted? Clearly he doesn't know what he's missing." The guy on your left says, getting dangerously close to your ear.
"Oh he knows, he's just too much of an dumbass to admit it." You chuckle to yourself, taking another sip of your drink through the straw. The hand of the guy on you let finds your thigh and rests there.
"Oh he's for sure a dumbass. If I were him, I wouldn't let a catch like you out of my sight." He squeezes his hand and you jump. Suddenly sobering up, you take one of your hands, still covering your drink, and pull his hand off. You regret wearing shorts and a crop top out now.
"Can you please not touch me? In fact, can you two back up?" They both throw their hands up.
"We're not going to do anything you don't want us to, baby. But if you don't mind, we're going to hang here for a bit. There's nowhere else to sit."
"I do mind, actually."
"If it makes you feel better, well scoot back a bit." both of them move an inch away. Still too close, I can still smell their craft beer and cheap cologne.
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It's been 15 minutes and the boys haven't left you alone. You switched to water, a waiter came to your table a few minutes after the boys came to the table asking if you needed anything. Not wanting to cause a scene, you just asked for water.
"Y/N, let's go," Your heartaches at Seungmin's familiar voice calling your name. You instantly looked up and meet Seungmin's worried eyes.
"Who are you?" The guy on your left asked.
"Oh, bro I think I know! It's probably that guy who made our girl upset." The guy on your right pipes up.
"She's not your girl, you fucking creep."
"What am I, Min?" You lean back into the booth and cross your arms.
"Yeah, Min? What is she?" The guy on your left, who has been comfortably handsy with you all night, draps his arm around your shoulder.
"Get your hands off my girlfriend." His jaw clenches and he balls his fist. He's been working out the last couple of months, he could probably actually be the daylights about of both of these men if he wanted.
Girlfriend? The combination of hearing Seungmin call you his girlfriend and the amount of alcohol in your body makes your head swirl. You haven't talked for two months and you're suddenly his girlfriend?
"If she was my girlfriend, I simply wouldn't let her out of the house alone. Especially dressed like this." This time, the guy on your right places his hand on your thigh and grabs your face, forcing a kiss before you could protest.
You push him off of you and slap him. You're mostly sober now. The shock of the past few minutes seeming to force the alcohol out of your system. You climbed over the table, finally tired of being stuck between those two creeps. You grab their drinks and throw them in your faces before storming out of the bar.
"Y/N, wait up!" You hear Seungmin call out after you. You don't turn around.
"Did you see that, Seungmin? I don't need you!" You shout, not caring who would hear you.
"Y/N, can you just give me a minute?"
"Why are you even here?" You don't live far from the bar, which is why it was your normal hang out spot. It was between the JYP building and Seungmin's dorm. He could hangout with you after work and crash at your place. All that's over now.
"You called me--"
"And you heard that I was in danger so you rushed to my rescue? How courageous,"
"Y/N, fuck, hold on," You do stop. Not because he told you to, but because you're in front of your apartment.
"You really shouldn't talk to your girlfriend like that. Since you're suddenly uncomplicating things by putting labels on us." You were angry, rightfully so. He strung you along for months after you two slept together and then abandoned you the second anything real could happen.
"I only called you my girlfriend so they would leave you alone without things getting physical."
"So I'm only your girlfriend when it's convenient? Good to know." You laugh.
"Let's just get you inside and go to bed. We can talk about this tomorrow when you're not drunk." Seungmin tries to close the gap between you two, but you take a step back.
"Right, because nothing I'll say will matter because alcohol is involved. Just like when you fucked me?"
"Y/N, keep your voice down."
"If I remember correctly, it was a night like this. Both of us celebrating your comeback. We only had two drinks max. Not enough to actually be plastered, but enough for our lips to be loose and the truth to spill out. And you kissed me too, except, I didn't push you away. I wanted to kiss you. And you wanted to kiss me too. And then we came back here-- and well, you know what happened, you were there. And I know you remember because you always changed the subject when I tried to talk about it."
"Please, let's just talk about it inside--"
"Why? Because you don't want people to know that Kim Seungmin from Stray Kids is outside right now talking to his friend with benefits?" He quickly closes the gap and grabs your wrist so you can't walk away.
"Please?" You shake your hand a couple of times to wiggle out of his grip.
“Last chance, Seungmin. I'm going to give you one last chance, because God knows I gave you several of them. I'm going to go into my apartment building and if I make it inside, and you don't tell me what we are--what you want, then we're done--”
"You know I don't want to label anything, that isn't fair." He brushes your hair out of your face.
"Fair? You want to talk about fair? What's not fair is waiting for months for the man you love to make a first. Because I know how you are and I didn't want to push you. You made me believe that there is something there. That we could be something. And that went on for months. And then when I finally try to take matters into my own hands, you freak and ignore me for two fucking months. That's not fair."
"Why does having a even label matter?"
"Because a label means that I'm not some place holder. That you're not going to drop me the second you find someone you actually want to be with. That you truly want to be with me and only me. A label gives me stability. It gives me hope that you really love me as much as I love you."
"I really don't want to talk about this right now."
"Too bad, because I want to-- No, I need to. If I make it inside that building, we are done. Do you understand me, Kim Seungmin? Done. We will be nothing. Not a couple, or best friends, or even acquaintances. Nothing." You bite the inside of your cheek to keep from crying. The last thing you would want is for Seungmin to confess his feelings to you because you were crying and he felt bad. You wanted him to want you, genuinely want you.
You looked into his distressed eyes before slowly walking to the doors of your apartment building. You could feel the panic radiating off of him as you walked further away from him. He wouldn't just let you walk out of his life like that. Just throw away years of friendship like it was nothing. He couldn't.
After what feels like years, you finally reach the front door and pause with your hand on the doorknob, waiting--hoping that he'll say something, anything.
You take a deep breath and finally pull the door open, before freezing again, holding out for hope. You slowly walk in until you're fully inside the building. You turn around and watch the door close slowly as Seungmin's horrified face is eventually gone from your sight before you break down and let out the tears you've been holding in for months.
양 정 인 (Yang Jeong-In) (877 words)
"Figure your shit out?" You ask as you open the door to find your best friend standing on the other side of it.
You were still pissed at the whole situation. It's been 2 weeks since Jeongin kissed you and then acted like it didn't happen and it's been 1 week since you confronted him about it. You told him to text you when he figured his shit out, and honestly? You were surprised to find standing outside your apartment at 3 am on a Tuesday.
"Can I come in?" He questions. You can't remember the last time Jeongin had to ask to come in. He had his own key to your place and he let himself in most of the time, only occasionally needing you to open the door for him and even then he would just walk in.
"Did. You. Figure. Your. Shit. Out." You refuse to move, annoyed that he woke you up and annoyed at everything in general.
"Y/N, please, it's cold." You quickly glance at his body. He's wearing pjs and some random pair of sandals you bought him as a joke.
"You're a man and I have no idea what intentions you have with me at 3 in the fucking morning, so no." You snap. You know that it must be serious if he came to talk to you right now, but you want him to suffer a bit like you have for the past couple of weeks.
Innie digs his hands out of his pockets and cups your face before slowly pressing his lips into yours. Shocked, you push him off and stare at him in bewilderment.
"Does that answer your question?" He asks innocently.
"No the fuck it doesn't! Especially after last time." Despite the cool night air, you were suddenly hot. You're not sure if it's from anger or the surprise kiss.
"Damn it, I knew I shouldn't have listen to Changbin hyung." He mutters under his breath.
"What does Changbin have to do with this?" Your heart is pounding in your ears, not so loud that you couldn't hear him.
"I...we...look, let's just talk inside. Please?" He pleads. You bite your tongue and move to the side, finally letting Innie into your apartment. Your hand touches your bottom lip as you watch him walk straight to the couch.
He sits on the edge of the spot on the couch that he has long claimed as his own. You join him, sitting in the spot furthest away from him. A flash of hurt shines in his eyes before he blinks it away.
"Talk," You spit, crossing your arms.
"Give me a second," He pleads quietly.
"I gave you two weeks." You quickly fire back. He sighs and runs his hands through his already messy hair.
"I lied," He blurts out.
"You lied?" You ask, confused where this could be going.
"Last week, when I said I'd like us to still be best friends. That was a lie."
"So you don't want to be friends anymore?"
"No,"
"No?"
"Can you please just stop parroting me, this is already hard enough."
"In, I am tired, I have work in the morning, and you woke me up. Just spit it out." You lean back in your chair and watch as Jeongin fidgets in his seat.
"When I kissed you the first time, I knew what I wanted, that's why I kissed you. But then I panicked and needed to think about it. And when you confronted me last week, I panicked again. I'm not sure why. Chan hyung thinks I'm scared of being in a relationship with you and messing it up. And I think he's right."
"I'm scared of that too, you know. Which is why I haven't said anything."
"Minho hyung and Felix hyung said that too. And then I decided that I was going to fix this because the idea of not having you in my life because of my stupidity was unbearable. I just wasn't sure how."
"So you come to my home in the middle of the night and kiss me?" You sit forward watching as Jeongin blushes.
"Hyunjin hyung said I should do some sort of grand gesture. Hannie hyung said I should write you a song. Seungmin hyung said I should just tell you everything and Changbin hyung said I should just kiss you." He explains, face getting redder by the second.
"You know, Seungmin's suggestion, at a decent hour, would have been fine." You laugh. It's cute that he went to his brothers to get advice about all of this.
"I get that now. Honestly, I haven't been getting much sleep since we last talked and I couldn't take it anymore. I came here with the intention with following Seungmin, but I think the lack of sleep is catching up with me." He sighs. You stand up from your position and walk in front of the red faced man, sticking your hand out.
"C'mon boyfie, let's get you some sleep." You smile.
"Boyfie?" He questions, taking your hand.
"Nope, too late, you confessed and I accept. You can't take it back, you're my boyfriend now. Now, let's go to bed." You kiss his cheek and drag him to your room.
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sweatshirt season | ksy
your fuck buddy is good at a lot of things. taking hints isn’t one of them.
pairing: kwon soonyoung x reader
type: one-shot / fluff + smut
rating: 18+ (minors do not have my consent to interact)
au: one-night-stand to fuck buddies to ?
wc: 4.5k
cw: gn! and afab!reader (no pronouns used); time skips; protected penetrative sex (p in v); hoshi is kinda a himbo, lmao; ft. cameo by minghao and roomate!gn!sibling OC; reference to the movie they're watching, which is hereditary (brief mention of decapitation + demonic possession); barely proofread, sorry!
a/n: this is based on a headcanon i did a while ago! i've been in such a horrible rut re: writing for the past month and a half, so it was a major struggle to write this because i feel like i don't know how to do that anymore 😵💫 i'm hoping that himbo hoshi can save me from this hell. also, this is told in vignettes!
[APRIL]
“Babe?”
The voice from nowhere is barely loud enough to drag you from sleep, but the effect it has on you is far from soft. Those consonants dig in where your dehydrated brain shrinks away from your skull, pressing in so hard that they throb.
Bleary-eyed, you blink as rapidly as you can to adjust to the bright, white light beaming in through your open shades. The sound that escapes you is something akin to a hiss; it gets the point across, nonetheless. You sit up just enough to see the figure standing in front of your window, looming overhead with crossed arms, laughing.
Clearly, your roommate doesn’t give a shit or a fuck about your hangover.
“What’s the deal with the stray you brought home last night?” Mei asks, the corners of their mouth tilting wickedly.
You don’t have the brain power for this conversation, so you respond with a groan and bury your face back in the pillow from whence it came. Never one to give up, Mei drops down on top of you so that the full weight of their body rests against yours.
“C’mon,” they urge. “Spill your guts, chingu.”
Funnily enough, if they don’t get off your guts, you might do exactly that.
Your reply comes in the form of a croak, some pathetic little sound that reads as lifeless as you feel. “Why do you care?”
There isn’t a single reason you can think of for their sudden interest in your bad decisions. You’ve been making them left and right for the past few months without much more than a concerned glance, and until now, you didn’t realize that you’d taken the lack of follow-up questions for granted.
What a fucking travesty it is to be perceived.
“Your business is your business.” Mei shrugs. You quirk an eyebrow, ready to jump in and point out their lapse in logic, but then that smirk comes back. “But your business is currently burning eggs in our kitchen, which makes it my business, too.”
Sitting up quickly, the force of your sudden moves nearly knock Mei to the ground. Beyond horrified, you squeak, “He’s still here?”
Faster than you’ve ever moved before, you clamber out from underneath your roommate and crawl to the edge of your bed, kicking wildly at your blankets until your legs are free.
You’re already up and swaying on your feet, panting from the effort, when you finally think to look down and assess the state of yourself. Thankfully, you’d remembered to dress yourself before falling asleep. You glance upward and salute whatever deity was looking out for you, ignore the look on Mei’s face entirely, and dash out of your bedroom.
As soon as you reach the kitchen, you skid to a stop, socks sliding across the hardwood until your hip bone collides with the corner of the kitchen island. You hiss again, far louder than the last time. The shape standing at your stove turns around wide-eyed; his mouth is frozen in the shape of an “o”.
Just as quick, recognition flashes, and the shock wears off.
“Good morning,” he chirps, and he’s all fucking sunshine.
You blink back at him without a single idea of where to start — with the fact that he’s still here after you could’ve sworn he left, that he’s wearing your apron but has no clear grasp on the simple act of frying eggs, or that you cannot for the life of you remember his name.
Fuck.
You should really start keeping a guest book.
Whatever his name is, he’s witnessing you at your worst — certifiably crusty with your standard bad attitude — and that alone makes you want to wither and die, right on the spot. Unbothered by your ghoulish appearance, he gestures to the kitchen island you just collided with, pointing to a glass of water and a bottle of aspirin.
Items he would’ve had to open two (2) separate cabinets to find.
In the kitchen he shouldn’t even be in.
You open your mouth, primed to explode all over him, but the way he’s looking at you disarms you immediately. His expression is so chipper — so friendly and childlike in its innocence — that you swallow down the shit you’d readily hurl at anyone else. You gulp, and without saying a word in acknowledgement, you grab what he’s laid out for you.
He smiles when you choke down the aspirin, then turns back around to pull the scrambled, half-burnt mess off the burner.
“You must have a pretty low alcohol tolerance if you’re this hungover after three drinks,” he muses.
It’s an accurate observation — a harmless one, too — but you did not ask. Once again, he shoots you a smile that prevents you from snapping at him. Instead, you set the now-empty glass back down on the island and stare vacantly over at him.
Seonghwa?
“You’re still here,” you say flatly. You may be stating the obvious, but that fact speaks for itself. “You’re still here, and you’re also in my kitchen.”
Seokjin, maybe?
He smiles at this, either unaware that he’s violated the unwritten one-night-stand code of conduct or unfazed by his own rule breaking. Rubbing the back of his neck, he laughs awkwardly, “It was the least I could do, you know? After all you —”
What the fuck is your name?
“Sungwoo!” You cut him off with a gasp and a palm raised, all but begging him not to recount what he’s grateful for within earshot of your roommate. “Really, you don’t need to do this. Any of this.”
He corrects you gently, “It’s Soonyoung.”
Then, without even a hint of offense taken, he nods his head towards one of the stools tucked under the counter of the island. Your eyes flit between his hopeful face and the seat, frozen solid with indecision.
You see two options, and both feel like a trap:
Holding the line risks squashing this clueless boy’s marshmallow heart; and you don’t want to be the gash that ruins his day at the very outset. If you feed the stray — rather, if you let the stray feed you — then you’re an enabler, contracting a residency when the show was supposed to be one-night-only.
More perceptive than you’ve given him credit for so far, he senses the conflict inside your skull and attempts to tip the scale with a bread-cheeked smile and a shoulder wiggle. “Your breakfast is getting cold,” he nudges in a soft, sing-song tone.
Oh, for fuck’s sake.
Begrudgingly, you dump yourself onto a stool without a word. With your elbows now propped up on the countertop, you drop your chin down to rest on the heels of your hands. More than anything, you try like hell to ignore the way it all makes his face light up.
“I don’t understand how you went from demonically hot to…” Your voice trails off as you try to find a word for whatever this is. A beat passes before you give up, waving dismissively. “Domesticated, or whatever.”
And his cheeks go pink.
“You think I’m hot?” He all but gasps, like this is brand new information to him.
Like you would’ve brought him home from the club if he wasn’t — and goddamn, was he ever. Carrying himself with the kind of confidence that made your knees wobble; saying all the right things in a low, smoky tone with his lips at your ear; moving his body in ways that still fluster you to think about.
And yet, here he is.
Adorable, if not completely obtuse.
After grabbing plates from a nearby cabinet, he snags two pairs of chopsticks out of the drawer to the left of the sink. It takes all you’ve got not to roll your eyes. He shouldn’t know where either of those things are, but he does.
A satisfied sigh slips out of his mouth when he takes the seat next to yours and scoots a plate full of eggs and kimchi in front of you.
“Here you go,” he sings as he holds out a pair of your own chopsticks to you.
He’s beaming when you accept them into your hand, and it leaves you with no choice but to take a bite of the food in front of you. Intently and chronically hopeful, he watches you pluck a piece of scrambled egg from the plate, like the trajectory of his life hinges on your approval. There’s no turning back now. Reluctantly, you pop it into your mouth.
While you chew, he leans in a bit closer. From this distance, you can see your own reflection in his irises; there are tiny flecks of honey brown amidst the dark, you realize. Little details you didn’t notice last night when he was much, much closer — like the heart-shaped curve his upper lip takes when he smiles as big as he is now.
“How is it?” He asks, walking the borderline between eager and unbearably shy.
You swallow hard as you snap back to attention. If letting him stay for breakfast was a bad call, getting caught gawking at him is a flagrant foul. Somehow, you need to get the point across without being too cruel; to remind him that you signed up for the night and not the morning.
“Um. Well,” you start with a grimace, shifting uncomfortably in your seat. “Are eggs supposed to… crunch?”
[JUNE]
“Oh, fuck, just like that —”
Your back arches off the bed as you grip uselessly at sweat-drenched sheets. Between your spread thighs, Soonyoung and the punishing pace he’s set make quick work of pulling you apart, again. His right arm loops under your left leg to anchor you to him while his left palm presses down on your lower abdomen, making damn sure that every thrust drags over your g-spot.
This — this right here — is why you keep calling him back. He may overstay his welcome, but that’s an occupational hazard. His perpetual presence is a risk you’re willing to take, so long as he fucks you like this.
“Shit. You’re gonna cum again, aren’t you?”
He’s panting as he says it, which surprises the hell out of you. His stamina is unearthly, and when you manage to keep your eyes open long enough to look up at him, you don’t see any hint of effort. It's just the ragged sound of his breathing, pushing you closer and closer to the edge.
“I think this might be a new personal record.”
Unfortunately, his little announcement is genuine. He’s merely stating a fact, not trying to tease you, because his only concern outside of making you cum is outdoing himself.
To Soonyoung, sex is a performance he’s trying to perfect. He approaches it like an Olympian — an athlete or a god? — and the bar he sets for himself raises every time you see him.
You find it the tiniest bit endearing how focused he is on self-improvement.
Kind of.
That doesn’t stop you from rolling your eyes, though.
“Not if you keep —” A moan that you didn’t mean to let out cuts your sentence in half. “— talking.”
Your head crashes back against the pillows, which only spurs him on. Deeper, more deliberate strokes leave you writhing underneath him, babbling like a fool. He grins so wide that his eyes almost disappear.
“I’m just saying…” Another thrust, a thousand more stars dotting the periphery of your vision. “If you hit five, you owe me dinner.”
There it is, right on cue: another piece of evidence to prove that Soonyoung still doesn’t know what he signed up for.
It’s a conversation you’ve had more than once — never because you want to have it; and never because he seems to be consciously seeking something more than what you have.
At some point over the past few months of scattered nights with you, a seed seems to have taken root in the back of his brain. A zombie parasite, more likely; one that’s overridden the controls and completely undermined his understanding of the situation.
Whether he means it or not, these throw-away comments make you wonder if, deep down, he’s not wired to fuck without feelings.
Not like you, anyway.
Your self-preservation instincts don’t let you get that far. Risk-averse to your core, you don’t see the point of gambling when the stakes are that high. And even if you weren’t wary of getting yourself hurt, it wouldn’t change the fundamental truth that you enjoy your own company enough not to need anyone else’s.
The way you see it, Soonyoung can have a cameo in your weekends, but the plot of your life right now doesn’t need anything more than that. Changing the lineup now could fuck your whole season. So, why try?
To his credit, he seems to get that there are currently more pressing matters at hand than the same old conversation. He pats your hip and says, “Let’s switch it up.”
You’re as grateful for the subject change as you are for the hand he extends to help your boneless body sit up again. Thankfully, the one lesson he has learned is that no one can compete with his perpetually full battery. If he’s going to change positions as often as he wants to, he has to be the one to position you.
This time, you wind up with your back flush against his chest, skin slick against yours. To keep him close, you reach back until your hand finds the nape of his neck. After weaving your fingers through the damp hair at the base of his head, you tug slightly, pulling a low groan out of him.
“Fuck, yeah,” he grunts breathlessly. “Pull my hair.”
You do as he says, albeit a bit harder than you meant to; you can’t help it. That’s the exact moment he chooses to grab your hips and slam your ass back against his pelvis, perfectly in time with his forward snap. He’s in your guts now, there’s no doubt about it, and you’re falling to pieces.
Wailing, you have to squeeze your eyes shut to survive the surge of pleasure coursing through you. “Oh, my god,” you choke out.
The only way you manage to stay upright through your orgasm is with Soonyoung’s arms caging you in. Without him, you’d be a trembling fucking mess, collapsing face-down onto your bed in a useless heap. He keeps holding you even when he lets himself go soon after, spilling into the condom with a moan you feel as it leaves his chest.
“Goddamn,” he sighs, voice rough. The heat of his breath on your neck almost makes you want to cling to him, curl up and let your eyes flutter shut. “Every time I fuck you, I feel like I should thank you.”
That flicker of affection goes out in a flash as the memory of consequences comes back around. You snort. “Please don’t cook for me again.”
You leave it at that, and so does he. When he finally pulls out of you, you give into the safer urge; the one that can’t possible give him the wrong impression. Slumping forward, you hit the mattress so hard that you practically bounce, like the dead weight you are.
Soonyoung misses that spectacle, thankfully. He’s already on his feet, tying off the condom before dropping it into the wastebasket on the other side of the room. You hear it drop against the plastic bag, then the soft pad of his footsteps as he makes his way back to you. You unbury your face from the pillows and crane your neck to look over at him.
In a rare display, he looks exhausted. Moments like this might be the only time he ever finds himself depleted, and you figure he’s earned that right. Part of you wants to let him lay here with you — maybe even let him sleep it off — but you can’t let him get tangled in the strings you refuse to attach.
He’s halfway to you when he finally looks up at you and catches you watching him. You’re not sure what he sees in your expression; you’d bet it’s as confusing on the outside as it feels on the inside. Whatever he finds there, it makes him pause. There's a quick nod, like he’s reacting to something neither one of you has said out loud, then he changes course.
“You have to be up early,” he says, like he’s finally learned the script. “I’m gonna head out.”
You nod but say nothing else. You just watch as Soonyoung grabs the clothes you’d tugged off of him earlier, piece by piece, and puts everything back to the way it was before.
The way you want it.
Once he’s fully clothed, he shoots you a smile that only uses half of his mouth. Neither of you offers a word as he walks over to the door, although you can tell he’s moving more slowly than usual. Hoping you’ll stop him, maybe.
You don’t.
It’s not until he pulls it open that he looks back over his shoulder at you; and this time, when he smiles, it looks like he means it.
“Sleep well, yeah?”
[OCTOBER]
“I’m just saying that if her shithead brother bothered to include her in his night, maybe she wouldn’t have been decapitated."
You tear your eyes off the television screen in time to see Minghao’s eyes roll all the way back into his head. Across the coffee table from where you sit, he and Mei occupy the couch; his head crashes against the back of it with a muffled thump while his younger sibling continues their rant.
“I’m being for real,” Mei urges, jabbing their finger emphatically through the air in his direction. “If you ever bail on me like that, and my head ends up falling off, you deserve whatever consequences come next.”
You snort. “Up to and including… what, demonic possession?”
“Absolutely,” Mei sniffs.
Minghao sits upright again slowly. He chews thoughtfully on his lower lip, leaving you and your roommate in suspense. Knowing him, he’ll lecture you both on karmic energy and how Mei shouldn’t fuck around with it. To both of your surprise, he frowns. “Is it bad that I kind of want cake now?”
You and Mei respond at the same time, although your responses are nothing alike:
“I think we have some left over.”
“Yes, you’re a monster.”
Despite what they just called him, Mei is nothing if not a good host. With a beleaguered huff, they push themselves off the couch, step carefully over the legs Minghao doesn’t move out of their path, and stalks off towards the kitchen to forage for food.
Left alone in the living room, you and Minghao fall into an easy silence, eyes glued once again to the screen. It’s always been easier to get through a movie without Mei’s commentary; this one would’ve been finished an hour ago if they hadn’t kept pausing it to ramble. You’re so immersed in it that you hardly hear the way they’re tearing through the kitchen like a cyclone. You almost miss the soft knock at the door, too.
Immediately, your optimistic eyes flick over to Minghao. He’s closer to the door, and if you stare at him long enough, he might let you stay in the armchair you’ve all but fused to.
“Nope,” he says coolly, without even looking.
Whining, you peel off the blanket you’ve wrapped yourself in and unfurl your knotted legs. You shiver when your bare feet touch the cold wood below, but bravely, you don’t retreat. You push forward on tiptoe and skip across the living room until you reach the front door.
Your eyebrows shoot up your forehead when you open it to find Soonyoung standing there for the first time in several weeks. While overstaying his welcome is his signature, showing up uninvited never has been. That’s apparently one line in the sand he won’t stumble over.
“Hey,” you peep.
For reasons unknown, you have to pause to let your gaze sweep over him, like something might’ve drastically changed about him since you saw him last. There’s a tiny flutter in the center of your chest that begs you to greet him more emphatically than that, but you ignore it.
Soonyoung looks more apologetic than you’ve ever seen him, which makes your pulse quicken even more.
“I’m really sorry to bother you,” he swears. “I think I left my headphones here last time. I’ve looked everywhere, I promise, but they’re just — gone.”
Your first instinct is to ask why he brought headphones to a dick appointment in the first place, but you talk yourself out of it. The next is to find out why he came all the way over here on a hunch, rather than simply texting you; he hasn’t in a while, not that you’ve taken it to heart. But you don’t do that, either, which strikes you as odd.
Instead, you step back and push the door open wider, once again letting the stray inside. “No worries,” you breeze.
Since when?
As it turns out, letting him in doesn’t bring the sky crashing down around you. Taking a single brick out of the wall you’ve fastidiously built doesn’t bring about the end of days. It just brings a shy bow and a quiet “thank you” while he toes off his shoes.
He turns to head toward your bedroom with you following behind him, but he stops short after a few steps. Crashing into his back — god, he’s broader than he looks — you grab his biceps to keep from bowling him over entirely.
“Shit — I’m so sorry.” He wheels around, failing to realize that you’re as close as you are. You can see panic light up his eyes, now mere centimeters from yours. “I didn’t realize you had somebody over.”
What is that scribbled all over his face?
It’s not anger, you know that much. Nothing about the way he’s looking at you reads like jealousy, either. If anything, he seems genuinely torn-up over what he assumes is date-crashing. Guilty, maybe.
So, why do you feel bad?
“Mei’s brother,” you explain quickly, as if he’s owed one. “Our annual horror movie marathon. We — all of us — do it every October.”
Why did you add that qualifier in there?
Soonyoung’s face brightens immediately, and you feel the tiniest bit warmer now that the corners of his mouth aren’t curved downward anymore. You wish that surprised you, but it doesn’t.
Why should it? You’ve given into him more often than not, haven’t you?
All he says is, “Oh,” in the tiniest voice you’ve ever heard, like he’s embarrassed himself for the first time in his life.
It grows quiet while the two of you continue to stand there in the half-light. If you discount the screaming, the flickering colors coming from the television screen make it feel almost — cozy?
But you’ve been gazing up at him for far too long, so you clear your throat. “Your — umm — your headphones. Do you remember where you left them?”
You nudge him slightly to get him moving, which he does without complaint.
“I think they jumped out of my pocket when you…” Soonyoung’s voice trails off. As you pass by, he glances over at Minghao, who either can’t hear your conversation or doesn’t give a shit about it.
With that indifference confirmed, Soonyoung looks back at you with a smirk. “You broke my zipper, you know. I had to take those jeans to a tailor to fix it.”
Immediately, your cheeks start burning.
Resident fuck monster, reporting for duty! Here to rip clothes to shreds and —
He touches your wrist, just for a second. “It’s cute,” he assures you, even though you haven’t said a word.
And it doesn’t do a damn thing to keep that heat from rising up your face.
You step into your bedroom before you can think of what to say in response, so you let the moment pass and flick on the light. Just as soon as he joins you inside, Soonyoung lays eyes on what he came for — which is a miracle. That thin, white cord is practically invisible under your dresser.
“Ah!” He chirps, bending down to grab it.
Looking triumphant as hell, he tucks it into the pocket of his joggers and shoots you a grin. Suddenly, you find it hard to mimic his smile, although you don’t know why.
He got what he came for, didn’t he? He’ll be out of your hair in a matter of moments, which is exactly what you’ve been demanding of him for months. You had to train him to get in and get out, and when he eventually learned, the relief was immediate.
So, why don’t you feel relieved now?
Soonyoung must hear your trains of thought derailing because he comes in hot with a distraction. As usual, it’s out of left field, just like the soft brush of his fingers on your bare arm.
“You’re cold.”
It’s not a question.
There aren’t even goosebumps on your arm; and there’s no reason why he should know by looking at you that you are, in fact, freezing. But he does, and before you can ask how the fuck that’s possible, he spins around to the dresser nearby and grabs the handle jutting out of the bottom-left drawer.
How does he —?
You open your mouth to speak. The words disappear when he stands upright again, now holding out a sweatshirt from the drawer you keep them in. He’s only seen you open it once before, and the fact that he remembers is making you dizzy.
Soonyoung’s expectant eyes lock on your face, looking at you the same way he did when he handed you those burnt fucking eggs. This time, though, you don’t hesitate to accept what he’s giving you. You tug that sweatshirt over your head without missing a beat, instantly learning that it’s much bigger on you than you remember.
Stunned, you blink back at him from underneath the hood, which obscures most of your forehead. “Is this —?”
You grab the fabric from the front of it in your hands as you look down. At first glance, it looks like the million other white sweatshirts tucked into your drawer, but —
“This isn’t mine.”
Your eyes flick back up to Soonyoung, who’s fighting for his life to bite back a smile.
Six months ago, you might’ve knocked him on his ass for this, but now, you can’t keep it together, either. You crack wide open, laughing so hard that your eyes almost disappear.
“When the hell did you sneak that in there?” You wheeze, wiping tears as they spill over your lash line. The smack you land against his arm is cloaked in a sweater paw, dealing no damage except to crack him open, too. “God, I was never going to get rid of you, was I?”
Beaming, he slips his hands into the kangaroo pocket on the front and tugs you closer; you let him. “It was just in case I get cold, I swear.”
“Is that it?” You narrow your eyes playfully. “Are you sure?”
“Mhmm,” he hums, although you don’t believe him for a second. “It does look good on you, though. Maybe you should hang on to it.”
“To the sweatshirt?”
Watching him blush like that may never get old. Still, he maintains his bluff and nods.
“Yeah. I mean, why not? Right? It’s comfortable.” He shrugs, not even the slightest bit casually. “A cotton blend, I think. Pre-shrunk, so… It’ll — uh, never be your size, I guess. That’s — um — that’s kind of a bummer, but…”
“Soonyoung!” You cut him off with a breathless laugh, prompting him to shut his rambling mouth.
The rare use of his name seems to startle him. His eyes go wide with that typical, hopeful anticipation that he never seems to leave home without. That look hasn’t disappeared after six months of getting shot down on a weekly basis, and neither has the way he hangs onto every word you say.
This time, it might actually be what he’s been waiting to hear.
“Do you….?”
It might be a new personal record, you caving like this after holding someone at arm’s length for so long. The relief is automatic, spreading through muscle that you didn’t even realize had been aching.
“If you’re not busy, do you want to stay?”
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