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55szn · 22 days

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so american - ln4

lando norris x fem!sargeant!singer!reader smau

summary; yn sargeant releases her new song which has everyone (and her brother) wondering who is it about warnings; light cursing fc; olivia rodrigo notes; i just had to…

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user EXCUSE ME?????

user damn what happened to hello?? how are you?? my name is???

logansargeant what

ynsargeant surprise ?

lilyzneimer sooo good yn! been on repeat all day🫶🏻🫶🏻

ynsargeant lilyyyyyy💘💘 user since when is she friends with lily what user well she’s good friends with oscar but they never interacted with each other before, maybe they’ve hanging out more lately??

user “he’s like a poem i wish i wrote” STFUUUU MY GIRL’S IN LOVE LOVE

user god bless america fr

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ynsargeant just uploaded to their story!

[quick ootd check🤫] [always a pleasure to be here, see u tomorrow ny🍎🫶🏻]

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ynsargeant life lately🧡🫂

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user there’s no way that isn’t lando

landonorris cute rings who got you those

ynsargeant some rando idk his name landonorris wow.

user that’s a hard launch if i’ve ever fucking seen one

user there she goes again with the orange hearts girl just post him you’re not mysterious 😭

user obsessed with lando flying to ny from monaco for one night just to see her in msg🥹

user ikr my girl’s finally getting the love she deserves

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ynsargeant papayaaaaa

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user i can’t even pretend to be shocked😭

logansargeant wrong garage but ok😞

ynsargeant they don’t give me free coffee over there alex_albon yn we are broke user no way 😭

oscarpiastri wow we’ve been friends for years and i never got you to wear any of my team’s merch

logansargeant tell me abt it landonorris i have that effect🤷‍♀️ user damn lando norrizz has rizz

landonorris 🧡🧡🧡🧡

user this comment section isn’t real😭

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landonorris don’t tell her but i might just be in love as well

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user THE CAPTION

user he does not let go of that camera huh

logansargeant what’s with the hat ynsargeant that’s not very🦅💥💥🇺🇸 of you

ynsargeant i was promised that pic would not leave the camera roll. landonorris sorry baby u just looked so cute oscarpiastri get a room logansargeant don’t?

ynsargeant hahaha you in love🫵🤣

user girl you literally wrote a song about how down bad you are stfu

user mom wake up new parasocial relationship just dropped

user this post being y/n taken by lando and her post being lando taken by y/n🥹🥹🥹

user tooooootally normal abt this

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chrissturnsgirlll222 · 2 months

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second, never first

chris x fem!reader

summary - you grew up hating one guy all of high school but suddenly become friends, but as time goes on feelings develop, only its one sided.

warnings - swearing, kissing, use of y/n, BOYS (no smut… for now lol)

word count - 1800+

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a/n: @matthewsturnioloswifey i have been trying to tag you in my posts but its not finding your account so sorry!!!

chris and i spent the night figuring out way to make annas blood boil, although in the back of my mind i knew it was wrong. i wont make any excuses as to say im in the right for doing this, but you have to see it from both perspectives.

anna only ever saw our friendship as a challenge. she always needed to be on top.

was i envious of her way with boys? one hundred percent.

did i see her as competition? never.

she was my best friend up until she told me to let the door hit me on the way out.

chris and i arrived at school as normal. we got a few stares from people as we were walking in together and we knew immediately anna told everyone. anna had a weird power over the school and could instantly start a rumor about anyone and get the word out, fast.

it came as no surprise me nor chris that we were getting dirty looks, whispered about and giggles as we walked by. this was all apart of our plan. prove anna right.

weird system i know but it made sense to chris. the plan was the ultimately just piss anna off enough to stop harassing us and give up. so we had to play the perfect couple act. for now were just walking in to school and ignoring the stares and moving on with life as a “happy couple”.

“ill see you at lunch.” chris says to me when we get my my bio class. he gives me a peck on the cheek and walks away.

see. simple.

lunch rolls around and we meet up at my car. “y/n your one hell of an actress, every guy on my team is asking when and how did i get you to date me.” he proudly says. “i guess im the best fake girlfriend ever.” i breathe looking straight out of the window of my car with both hands on the wheel. for chris this was all an act, for me i was living out my dream. although none of it was real. i knew this game we were playing was going to end up with my feelings for him stronger than ever.

“are you ok?” he snaps me out of my own head. “yeah sorry, what do you wanna get for lunch?”

after school my phone was flooded with texts of all of my now ex friends calling me a snake, a home wrecker and even going as far to call me a whore. while all of these allegations were true on the outside they could not be farther from the truth.

chris invited me over after school to continue helping him with history since he did well after i helped him the first time. i never anticipated the questions from his brothers.

“you guys arent dating for real are you?”

“how did this even happen?”

“chris how could you cheat on anna?”

“ok you two can calm down, we will explain.” chris says to matt and nick.

“were not actually dating, anna accused us of hooking up behind her back when we had that movie night this weekend. after that y/n went to her house and she was a complete bitch to her so were pretending to be in a relationship to piss her off even more.” chris explains.

“you guys do know how anna works right?” nick asks. “nick i was her best friend for 6 years, so yes i know she will try to destroy me.” i state. “well as long as you both know what your in for im good with it.” nick says clapping. “anna needs to be taken down a notch, i saw how she constantly treated you. all of the guys on our team always asked why you were never available but i now realize anna was constantly lying to them.” matt says.

“what do you mean not available?” i say. “guys would always ask anna if you were available and she would constantly say no. thats why no guys have ever approached you.” chris explains. “chris you knew about this the whole time and never told me.” i ask

“no one ever talked to me about it because we became so close this year. matt told me today.” he defends.

“im so sorry y/n if i knew she was lying to all the guys i would have said something earlier. i completely support whatever you have planned for anna.” he says.

“well thank you for telling me.”

me and chris walk upstairs to get started on the history tutor session. i get out my books and the flashcards i made for him. “these are for you. they cover all of the terms we learned this unit.” i breathe handing them to him. “thanks.” he says giving me a warm smile.

we work on reading the definitions for the flash cards and then i started quizzing him. chris was a fast learner he just never applied himself before.

“civil rights” i ask holding the flash card in front of him. “a right or rule that has to be followed?” he answers unsure of himself. “were getting there.” i smile. “can we please take a break y/n i actually might light all of my leg hair on fire if i have to do this for any longer.” he requests.

“sure, you did a lot better during the second round of cards.” i say trying to encourage him.

“your the only person who makes me feel like i can be smarter, you know that.” he says studying my face.

i just stay still as he keeps starring at me.

“what are looking at.” i say gently pushing his head to the side and we both chuckle. i get up putting away all of the study material and hop back on his bed grabbing my phone from his side table.

chris doesnt move from his position and is just sitting on the edge of his bed very creepily. “what are you thinking about?”

“you have never kissed anyone.” he blurts

“yeah. thats what your thinking about?”

“how are we supposed to convince anyone were dating if your a bad kisser?”

“what.” he is confusing me at this point. “i have to teach you how to kiss y/n.” he turns around to face me. “chris-“ he cuts me off “anna wont believe were dating if we dont kiss in front of her or anyone at school.” he explains.

“ok then teach me.” i confidently sit up.

“well for one you cant sit with your shoulders so tight. you need to relax.” he puts his hands on my shoulders. i drop them and take a deep breath.

there was literally no way i was about to have my first kiss at 17 years old with chris sturniolo. the guy i have been dreaming about for months now. i never anticipated being this scared for someones face to come so close with mine yet here i am, scared as shit of what is about to happen.

“ok just relax your arms around my neck.” he instructs. i follow his lead as he places his hands on my waist and positions himself.

inch by inch he moves closer to my face, i just close my eyes and focus on my breathing. “y/n you need to relax im not going to do anything your not comfortable with. i promise.” he pauses.

“im sorry, im extremely nervous ive never dont this before.” i mumble. i take another deep breath and my mind starts racing.

my thoughts are put to a pause as his lips fall on mine. i immediately tense up, “relax” he says pulling away for a second and goes back in. just a quick peck, this wasnt too hard.

he pulls away and our bodies separate, “are you ok with more?” he asks. i nod in response grinning ear to ear. he smiles and leans back in. he pushes his lips to mine and i move back, “whats wrong?”

“nothing i just dont know what to do with my hands.” i chuckle. “just keep them behind my head for now, you will get more comfortable with them the more we do it.” he says leaning in for more. we continue kissing and i lift my arms up behind him and gently grab either side of his neck. he grabs my waist with one hand and moves the other to my cheek. i tilt my head slightly into his palm and move my hands to his hair. he breathes into the kiss deepening it and then pulls back.

“your good at this.” i blurt out, almost in a haze aa i fein for his lips back on me.

“thank you.” he chuckles and lets go of me “im going to kiss you again but im going to add tongue. dont get intimidated, just follow my lead.” he explains and i nod. he connects our lips again this time the kiss is deeper.

we continue at a steady pace and he places a hand on the back of my head and i do the same. he smiles at my innocence and breathes heavier.

he slips his tongue in my mouth and i gasp at the new feeling and kissed him harder. i move one of my hands on to his chest and use the other to pull us closer. kissing felt like i was cloud nine. i loved it.

he pulls away and i sign at the loss of his touch. he just stares at me while breathing heavy. “am i bad at this?” i ask wondering if thats why he pulled away.

“no kid your great for it being your first time.” he says smiling. “do you think you got the hang on this?” he says. i just shrug my shoulders, he hums in response. “one more cant hurt.” i say eagerly leaning into him. he catches the memo and places one of his hands on my lower back and i hum into the kiss. i move my body slightly closer to his and put my hand on his chest. he slips his tongue in once more and i feel him swipe his tongue along my bottom lip. hungry for more i move my hand under his shirt and move the other on the side of his face and he smiles in to the kiss once more.

ring ring ring

my phone goes off and we pull apart, chris grabs it and shows me that its my mom calling.

any other time she could have called me and she picks right now?

thanks for reading xx

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chuuyascumsock · 10 months

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My Pride, My Poor— Dwindling Pride. || Minors DNI

Summary: I’ve never felt so utterly stressed out writing dominant men. Here’s your cake so you can eat it too, you filthy animals.

Tags: Chuuya Nakahara/Reader, Afab reader, Top Chuuya, Bondage, Fingering, Orgasm Denial, Brat Taming, Throat Fucking, Hair Pulling, Rough Sex, Lowkey Hand Kink, Ok— Highkey Hand Kink, I Don’t Hold Back With Obscene Descriptions Now Because I Don’t Care Anymore And All My Friends Know I Have A Pegging Kink Already So Fuck It, I’m Pulling Out The Big Guns.

You knew exactly what you were getting into when you made your way into executive Chuuya Nakahara’s office with a bitter expression on your face and a fussy attitude. Taking it even further— you knew exactly how vexed it made him when you threw a stack of files upon his desk with some less-than-savory comments spewing past your vulgar lips. You wanted to take it out on someone and you didn’t care who fell victim to your sour mood. You hardly even remember what you said, so peeved off that you could barely think.

But it must’ve been directed forwards Chuuya with the twisted look of perplexion and irate on his face.

You don’t even spare him a look as you turn abruptly to leave— only to pause when hearing the gritting tone of Chuuya, “Excuse me? Who the fuck do you think you are coming into my office like that?” He seethes, thin brows furrowing into his glabella.

Teeth clack into a clench as you spin on your heel to face him, face scrunched up with frustration. With your mind too jumbled of the earlier events of your teammates detrimental fuck up on the recent mission you just got back from— you keep quiet with a glare. Anthracite eyes glare back at you, a fire beginning to kindle and burn behind his gaze.

If you had been anyone else, surely you wouldn’t have been standing for any longer than three seconds unharmed after disrespecting Chuuya in such a way.

But your relationship with Chuuya was a strange one.

“Have you forgotten your status? Because you have some nerve coming in here, throwing shit on my desk, insulting me under your breath, and then thinking that you can just waltz out like you own the goddamn place.” Chuuya snaps, his left hand gripping his pen that’s now visibly bending from his wrath. His right hand is clenched into a fist by his papers.

Your eyes linger on his gloved hands for a moment before trailing back to his eyes. You also note the way his hat that he normally wears is sitting on a nearby hat-rack. It seems the tension and festering anger were planting small thoughts within your mind. Thoughts that were meant to be kept outside of work when no one else was there to witness a different side of the man in front of you.

You had a new plan than just to piss off anyone who came across your path.

“Whatever.”

All it takes is a clipped— one worded response, and you know his patience that tenses against a string thins to its last thread.

There’s a suffocating pressure that constricts your body before you drop to your knees. You find yourself unable to move as Chuuya stands from his desk chair, legs screeching against the hard floor. “Are we really doing this right now?” He walks around the desk, his shoes clipping the ground brutally as he comes to stand in front of you. “Is this how it’s going to be today?” His chin tilts downwards to look you in the eyes sternly as his arms cross over his chest.

You don’t say anything in return, merely biting the inside of your cheek as you debate whether he was on the same page or genuinely about to kick your shit in. You take the chance and snarkily reply, “Yeah, what are you going to do about it?”

Chuuya swipes his tongue across the bottom row of his teeth in exasperation as he glares in borderline amusement at your attitude and his arms fall to his sides. “Apologize.”

A short laugh slips past your lips before you spit out, “No.”

His glare only hardens and his fingers clench into the palms of his gloves tightly, “Apologize, now.”

“Make me,” You tilt your chin up to stare directly at him with a challenging look.

You note the burning stare that pierces back at you in utter disbelief and silence from your words, his lips parting slightly, “… What did you just say to me?”

Your eyelids lull with mirth, “I said— make me.”

There’s a moment of stunned silence before his bray laughter spills throughout his office as if he had been delusionally imagining the whole interaction and your blatant audacity. It wears off quickly into a grinning scowl as you’re manhandled off the floor and thrown to bend over Chuuya’s desk. Various papers, files, and pens fly off and scatter to the ground as you choke out a breathless gasp and attempt to catch your breath. There’s not much room to struggle with the effects of his ability pinning you down in place.

One of Chuuya’s gloved hands splay across your wrists to clasp around them tightly, his leathered fingers biting into your skin. He releases his ability as he leans over you, his front pressing tightly against your back.

“I am going to fucking ruin you,” His voice rasps into a growl.

You hiss through your teeth with each struggled breath before biting into your lower lip as he continues, “I’m sick of your prissy fucking attitude today, if you want to act like a damn brat— I guess I’ll just have to fuck it out of you, huh?” He grits out as his body weighs down further into your backside, giving you the feel of his strained bulge confined in his slacks against your ass.

Your breath hitches before falling into heavier sighs as your heart pounds against your rib cage and your thighs rub together in anticipation.

Chuuya notices and a scoff escapes him, “You can’t be serious.” His lips twitch indecisively as he doesn’t know whether to frown in annoyance or laugh at your absurd reasoning behind your antagonistic actions. “That’s what you wanted? Un-fucking-believable…” He chuckles softly before it gradually grows sinister and then trails off, “You have quite the mouth on you— always rambling those pretty lips away any other time just fine. But you couldn’t use your words to ask me to fuck you? You just had to rile me up— c’mon now, Doll, you’re better than that.”

You breathe in and out through your nose heavily a few times as your voice comes out strained from the pressure in your chest, “You… I… You’re hot when you’re mad.”

Chuuya’s brows arch at your revelation, his eyes scanning over how you try to squirm under his grip. It doesn’t take long for what you said to settle in and an arrogant grin crosses his lips, “Am I now? Huh, I‘ll remember that for next time then… For now…” His grip on your wrists tighten and the other comes down to your stockings, ”Why don’t I remind you of your place that you’ve seemingly forgotten?” His fingers dig into the nylon fabric of your pantyhose under your skirt before the tearing of fabric rips through your ears.

“You dick..! Those were my only pair!” You yelp and wriggle, kicking your feet at his shins.

Chuuya ignores you, continuing to speak over your struggles, “You know, you should be on your knees sucking my dick for forgiveness right about now,” He sighs, “But as usual— you’re spoiled and I can’t help but indulge in your wants for the moment.” A gloved finger moves your underwear to the side before easily sinking into your slick pussy.

A whine escapes your throat, toes stretching your body forward in an attempt to escape the teasing and unfulfilling touch of one finger. His other hand keeps you pinned and from moving anywhere as his finger slides in and out tediously as a means to drag on your frustration and need.

“Maybe it’s my fault for giving you everything you’ve wanted, and even till now,” Chuuya growls the last part to himself as another finger stuffs itself into your sopping cunt. “Y’know— you’re so fuckin’ lucky I can’t help myself when it comes to you, or things would’ve went a lot more differently today.” He huffs, mindlessly dragging and scissoring his leather clad fingers against your soft walls. “I get enough shit from the other bastards who think they have enough balls to even turn their noses up in my direction.”

“M’sorry, Chuu—“ Your voice pitches off into a moan as his digits curl and press into a familiar and sensitive spot.

Chuuya chuckles and goes back to slowly thrusting his fingers in and out, “I don’t care now, I know what you really want— but use your words next time instead of makin’ me think I did somethin’ wrong to deserve your attitude, ‘kay, Doll?”

You nod in return, though it’s subtle with how much you’ve already melted under his touch. Your eyelids flutter and you mumble about how you won’t don’t it again before your body tenses and a short, soft cry slips out from the sudden change in pace of his fingers that piston into you.

“Don’t think that you’re not going to be punished for your little stunt earlier just because you said sorry, though,” He clicks, pulling his fingers all the way out and slapping his wet digits against your clit. “You’re going to have to put that mouth to use for a proper apology.”

Blood rushes to your face and up the nape of your neck as a whimper creeps through, turbulent jolts of excitement flip in your lower stomach at his actions before hearing the subtle noise of his belt clinking. You only grow restless further as he nearly rips the belt from his pants to wrap the leather around your wrists, keeping them bound to your back. Chuuya slips an index finger into the loop of the tied belt, tugging you to stand up before you’re spun around and pushed by the shoulders to fall to your knees.

Your eyes set on his hard cock in front of your face, pre-cum weeping from the tip down his length. He wraps a gloved hand around his girth, stroking himself slowly as a smug grin presents itself on his face. His chin tilts down to look at you, index finger and thumb digging into your cheeks to unhinge your jaw.

“Open wide for me, Doll.”

The taste of his bitter cum has your mouth watering, tip gliding along your tongue until it nudges past your uvula and bullies the back of your throat softly. Your throat convulses around him before you gag, tears gathering in the corners of your eyes as you breathe through your nose.

Chuuya groans, his hand moving from your jaw to weave through your hair, tugging the locks to strain against your scalp. He pulls you forward until your nose is buried against the happy trail leading down his lower stomach to his groin. “Fuck, if only you could see yourself choking on my cock right now,” He shakily breathes out as his eyes burn the image into his mind.

You pant heavily through your nose— or at least you try to— finding it hard to breathe with his cock stuffed half-way down your throat.

It isn’t until a few seconds later that he draws his hips back, allowing air to fill your lungs for a moment before bucking into your throat once more as he holds your head in place. Your fingers clench as your wrists jolt against the belt— an involuntary urge to dig your nails into his thighs clawing at you. There’s no build up in speed as he skips right into fucking your throat like a personal fleshlight, every thrust bruising your soft palate. Your whimpers are drowned out by the wet squelching of his girth slipping in and out of the convulsing walls of your throat along with Chuuya’s grunts and half-assed bitten back moans.

“Fuuuck, I could just come down your pretty fuckin’ throat like this,” He gasps before another guttural groan leaves him. Then, he lets out a breathy, rugged laugh as his eyes watch you leeringly, “Christ, Doll, you’re makin’ a mess.” He points out, a mix of his pre-cum and your saliva splatters against your chin messily every time he touches the back of your throat.

It takes a few more thrusts until he forces himself to pull out, leaving you coughing and sputtering violently. You gasp for air greedily through your mouth after he pulls out, tears spilling over from the coughing fit. He lifts your chin with a hand and wipes away his pre-cum mixed with your snot dripping from your nose with a satisfied grin. “God, you’re so good f’me, Doll,” He borderline slurs over his words before pulling you back up to your feet and pushing you back onto his desk.

The hardwood is uncomfortable underneath you as your arms are still tied and pressing into your back, but you’re too light headed and burning with need to notice. Chuuya is quick to shove his way past your thighs and bury himself inside you to the hilt. It takes everything in him not to come with your tight, sopping pussy clenching around him. You swear you can hear him whimper quietly into your chest as he presses his hips flush against yours.

“Please, please fuck me, I need to come s’bad, Chuu,” You plead weakly as tears dry against your cheeks, throat raw and sore from his relentless deep throating just prior moments ago.

He shudders at your broken voice before slowly grinding his hips against you, “Gimme a damn minute,” He growls before panting, “Or I’ll fuckin’ come right now.”

Your head drops back to rest against the desk as you wrap your legs around his waist, locking your ankles at his lower back, the heels of your feet spurring him on to move.

His grinding turns into brief and shallow thrusts before he’s snapping his hips into you roughly, his hands finding purchase to grip at the edge of his desk on either side of your head. His forehead presses into your sternum as he desperately drives his cock as far as he can into your welcoming heat, pre-cum and slick frothing at the base of his length with every thrust.

Quickly, he reaches a hand down between your bodies to press and rub against your aching clit. Your lips part as pitchy moans and mewls fall through, the familiar knotting feeling in your lower stomach growing tenfold as your back arches into Chuuya. “M’gonna come, please— I can’t, I’m— fuck,” You ramble incoherently as you rut your hips to meet his thrusts, skin slapping wet aginst one another.

“I know, Doll, I know— Shit, you’re squeezing around my cock so fuckin’ tight,” He grits, eyes clenching shut as his hips begin to stutter and rolls your clit between his thumb and index finger.

A choked whine drags out as your legs tighten around him to bring him as close as possible and your body shudders violently under him as your orgasm comes crashing down on you. Chuuya follows after a few more thrusts with a graveled moan, his cock burying itself as deep as possible as his cum smothers your walls in warmth.

He collapses against you, red in the face and covered in sweat that makes his bangs stick to his forehead and cheeks. You’re not much different aside from the occasional shiver from the aftermath. A few moments go by before you heavily sigh and your breathing steadies along with his.

“God damn…” He murmurs against the skin of your sternum before placing a soft peck over your calming heart. “You’re seriously going to be the death of me, Doll,” He picks his head up and leans over, pressing his lips against yours in a lingering kiss.

“Sorry,” You respond apathetically.

His brows scrunch together and his eyes squint, “You don’t sound sorry.”

“Cause m’not really,” You tiredly grin, earning a quiet scoff from him.

“You’re something else.”

#chuuya x reader #chuuya nakahara x reader #bsd x reader #chuuya smut #bsd smut #bungou stray dogs x reader #what the hell did I just write 😭#devious dambi smuts

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exotic-afterhours · 3 months

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Sticky situation

Chapter one: Diet moutan dew

Warnings: afab!reader(no other warnings this chapterrr)

Childhood best friend!chan x reader(also fake dating trope)

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It's always the same thing over and over again for the past four months, “When will we meet him?” your friends would ask. But that's the problem: there is no “Him.”. You made up a lie to your friends that you had a boyfriend because, after multiple failed dates and blind dates organized by them, it was just getting tiring. “I don’t know, he's been super busy recently with work,” you said in an annoyed tone, rolling your eyes. You keep digging your grave with this lie, always making an excuse on why he's never around or why you two are never seen together. My phone buzzes with a text ‘Saved by the bell’ I think to myself, I look at the message it's from Chan reading “Can we meet? I need a favor from you.” I excuse myself from my friends saying something important came up and needed to go, we said our goodbyes to each other.

I looked at my phone again and replied to him “yea sure, what up?” the response was faster than normal “It's something important, let's meet at your dorm?” I replied with a quick thumbs up making my way back to my dorm, I see Chan's car in the parking lot i knock on the window and he gets out the car and follows me to my dorm room. “Soo what do you need a favor for?” I asked him “wouldyoubemyfakegirlfriend” he said so fast I couldn't understand him at all “Huh?” Is all I could say, “Will you be my fake girlfriend.” He said and I stood there in shock for a moment. “What…” I was still trying to process what he just said “You don’t have to agree or give me an answer right now but just think about…please,” he said sounding slightly desperate at the end. “Ok, why would you need a fake girlfriend, and why me out of anybody.” I said with slight surprise and confusion “We’ll you’re one of my closest friends plus it's because it’s my cousin’s wedding and I had told my parents that I had a girlfriend and I’d bring her so they could meet her.” He said “ahh okay, if I say yes will you help me with something?” I said with a questioning tone. “Well, what is it?” He asked softly, rubbing his hands over his face. “Would you be my fake boyfriend?” I asked him, he looked up at me shocked that I was in a similar situation as he was. “And why do you need me to be your fake boyfriend?” He said in a slightly condescending tone a smirk playing on his face. I rolled my eyes and laughed. “You asked me first anyways so why should you care?” I said in a matter-of-fact tone. “But if really wanna know I may have told my friends I had a boyfriend after so many fail blind dates and just normal dates, and I was just getting annoyed and tired of all of them poking at my love life so I said I got a boyfriend.”

“So we have an agreement, I’ll join you on your lunch dates with your friends a few times then you come to the wedding with me, then we come back and split up?” He said was slight question in his voice “Exactly.” I said looking at him “Okay it’s settled then” he said and that was the end of the conversation.

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noellefan101 · 5 months

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Helloo!!

I would to send in a request, could you do a soft/fluff day with Mister Neuvillette? With a Female Raeder as well please :)

If your uncomfortable with this request you are welcome to ignore it, thank you very much! :3

(Sending headpats!)

(thank u for the headpats!)

Characters: Neuvillette x Female reader

Summary: a sweet day off, with Neuvi

[edit: i forgot to tag u so here, @ayoharuko]

i only use they/them pronounce for the melusines bc they are in a group(and im a coward)

Note: i tired to finish this as quickly as possible, bc i havent really written anything for neuvi(other than my kissing them series). but i really liked writing this, though it was a little hard to come up with something(my brain is becoming mush), love you

It was really sunny when you woke up, the light shining through the half-open curtains, giving your skin a beautiful glow as well. you sat up in your bed, looking around tiredly. and you were surprised to see Neuvillette still in bed, since he would normally be out of the house by now. but it's not like you were complaining, especially not on his day off. so you quietly snuck out of bed to not wake him, quickly put on a decent outfit and started making breakfast for him.

He eventually did wake up, despite you trying to be quiet, and walked around the house to find you since you weren´t in bed.

He found you in the kitchen, happily dancing around as you made breakfast for you both. the sight made his heart beat in so many ways he couldn´t understand, but he felt warm whenever it happened, so he didn´t give it much thought. although Sigewinne once told him its a sign that he loves you, and so she had to explain to him how that works(she wanted to give up inside a little(poor Sigewinne)).

"Neuvi? Are you ok? you´ve been staring at me for a while now y'know"

"..."

He didn´t hear you, too lost in your beauty to comprehend that you were talking to him. you were a little annoyed at being ignored, but quickly brushed it off and tried calling him again, this time with a hand on his cheek,

"Neuvillette love, you there?"

He snapped out of his line of thought the second you touched his cheek, now looking into your eyes. placing his own hand over yours.

"Sorry darling, i was just a little too lost in your beauty for a moment. was there anything you needed?"

You looked into his eyes, thinking for a bit, was there anything you needed right now, you guessed he could help you get the flour from the top capinet.

"yes actually, could you be so kind as to hand me the flour, its for the cake i said i wanted to bake"

You looked at him with the pretties eyes you could manage.

"Sure lovely, I´ll get you anything you need"

You removed your hand from his face and walked over to the bowl of sugar and eggs, to mix them together, before the dry ingredients were put in.

You had been baking all morning, what had Neuvillette been doing you ask, well... you actually don't know. either he was in the kitchen helping(looking at) you or he was out of your line of sight(prob with a melusine).

But now you´re kind of missing his presence, and you were done with most of the pastries you wanted him and the melusines to try(your excuse to see him being cute with them).

So you of course wanted to find him.

But you still needed time to set up what you had planned for his day off, and you asked some melusines to help you carry the lighter things, like a blanket or spoons(not knives or forks, they could hurt themselves). and when they then offered to get him for you, you protested, but they just continued on with "you should relax too you´know, not just him. now sit down and we´ll get him over here." so you obliged.

The main reason you had decided that today would be a great time to have a picnic out on a field of flowers, was because it didn´t seem like there were going to be many, if any, clouds today, so it would be perfect for a picnic(hence why you spent your morning in the kitchen).

When they (totally not forcefully) dragged him over to your prepared date, they could see the visible change it his eyes (though it was already softer than normal, bc melusines) when he looked at you sitting among the flowers. he eventually sat down beside you, kissing your cheek softly and thanking you for doing this just for him.

Eventually, the melusines that helped you set up and stuff left (smiling sweetly at their monsuir [i think i spelled it wrong, im sry] Neuvillette´s sweet interaction with you).

The both of you didn´t even notice and you just continued on with your picnic. you offered him a piece of the cake you baked in the morning, and he happily took it, enjoying the taste of your baking.

(as he should)

He had also looked at you with heart in his eyes(more than he normally did) as you ate your piece of cake, he couldn´t help himself you were too beautiful not to look at too long. It´s not the first time he has looked(stared) at you today either, and it certainly won´t be the last time today. Safe to say he liked having this day with you, a day containing only you (and the occasional Melusine), instead of all the paperwork being the only thing he normally looks at all-day.

He liked anything you did together, it doesn´t matter if it was his or your idea, neither if he liked the thing or not, the thing that mattered was that you wanted to, that you were there with him, and he loves you even more for that.

He loves you more than a diver loves the sea, more than a florist loves flowers, more than anything.

Thank u for reading, hope its ok(ik its late asf), luv ya-Masterlist

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zhongrin · 2 years

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"i'm gonna go water the flowers, okay?"

◇ characters ◇ zhongli, childe, heizou, ayato, itto, xiao, scaramouche

◇ tags ◇ crack

◇ a/n ◇ ok i can explain - i saw this phrase on some fics and manhwas and thought i knew what it meant, but after writing it and doing a quick search on google i found out that?? it’s not what i thought i meant???? literally i thought this was a ‘polite’ way to excuse yourself to go to the bathroom in olden times lmao so just think about it as that, okay??? okay. good.

zhongli knows what you mean immediately and nods in understanding, letting you do your business in peace. 100/10 a gentleman. you are so lucky.

xiao doesn’t exactly understand why you mortals need such a roundabout way to say that you need to go to the bathroom, but he understands the phrase, so he nods and lets you off on your way. another normal one in this list. thank goodness because it gets worse from here.

childe looks at you completely puzzled, has 0 idea what you’re talking about. huh? but you’re in the middle of a date? why would you go and water the flowers now?? yeah.... you’re gonna have to explain it to him.

heizou knows it’s a code for something and his itchy detective brain goes straight into deciphering it. ends up with 57 different interpretations of what you said, which he asks you when you come back.

ayato knows what you mean but pretends he doesn’t. “hm? would you like me to help you, darling?” “why so embarrassed? it’s just watering the flowers, is it not?” *insert a deceivingly innocent smile here*.

itto, like childe, is clueless™️. itto, unlike childe, is embarrassingly loud about it (actually he’s not, it’s just his normal volume, but his normal volume is l o u d) and will cause you secondhand embarrassment. just drag him along to the public toilet and make him wait, it’ll be easier.

scaramouche gives you his signature scowl and literally asks outloud, “what the fuck are you talking about?”. save yourself the trouble and tell him you need to pee. that’ll at least shut him up.

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bite-sized-devil · 1 year

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🌻 500 Followers Bite Sized Event 🌻

Requested by @lolthia 💕

Characters: Obey me Levi X MC

TW: GN! MC, none, just fluff 💕

The sound of his door creaking as it opens draws his attention from his latest game. It's some calming little farming simulator where you can date some of the villagers. This is the thirteenth night in a row you've come to his room late at night. He remembers the first night so clearly, your timid little knock, the way your voice shook as you asked if you could hang out with him for a bit.

He hadn't asked then and he doesn't now. You just take your seat beside him like you have previously, unlike the first time you don't make up an excuse as to why you're here. You both know it's because you're having trouble sleeping. He can see the dark circles under your eyes, the tell tale red rim that tells him you've been crying again.

It pains him to see you struggling, you're usually so bright and bubbly. He misses seeing your smile, you light up every room you're in. That's how he feels anyway, he wants to talk to you about how you're feeling but he knows you're not ready to talk. He's happy to give you his shoulder to lean on, or rather rest on.

You've fallen asleep with your head resting on his shoulder, it usually goes like this. You come in, watch him game and within a couple of hours you've fallen asleep. Every night the time it takes for you to fall asleep shortens. And tonight you're asleep within 20 minutes, it must be the calmness of the game he's playing. It surely can't be his presence. Right?

He waits till you're deep enough in your sleep before he picks you up carefully in his arms and carries you back to your room. Placing you gently on your bed and pulls your blankets back over you and then goes to leave.

Your hand clenched around the back of his t-shirt stops him. This is a first, usually he leaves without waking you up. He curses himself under his breath before turning back to you.

"Sorry MC, I didn't mean to wa-" He starts to apologize before you cut him off.

"S-stay with me... Please." You're looking up at him with wide teary eyes, your voice comes out in a whisper but he can hear the desperation all the same.

He takes your clenched fist that's gripping his shirt so tightly and unfurles it easily, he keeps your hand in his as he says "Scooch over."

The smallest ghost of a smile graces your features while you move over to make room for him, your small hand still in his larger one. He smiles down at you softly as he lets go of your hand and lies down beside you on his back. You lift his arm and settle into his side, your head on his chest and his arm wrapped around you, he starts to rub your arm in small soothing circles. You slide your hand up his chest and rest it over his heart, he can feel it shaking so he holds it with his free hand.

It doesn't take long before he feels you relax beside him. Your breathing deepens, your heart rate dropping back to it's normal rhythm. He doesn't move, happy just to lie here beside you. Under normal circumstances he'd be a blushing mess with you being so close to him. But he doesn't feel his normal anxiety freakout now, he just feels content and calm.

He's almost drifting off himself when he here's you mumble something in your sleep. It's probably some nonsense your brain is conjuring up for you. He starves off sleep a little longer to make sure you aren't having a nightmare.

He looks down at your sleeping face to see your expression, you're smiling sweetly. Clearly you're having a good dream, he rests his head flat on the pillow, satisfied that you're ok. You mumble again and this time he hears it clearly. It might be the single most beautiful thing he's ever heard.

His name, wrapped up in a dreamy sigh spoken unknowingly from the lips of his cherished player two.

Heya cutie! Hope you liked this little piece 💕 Thank you again for requesting, I know you're a new follower 🌻 but I hope I don't scare you off with some of my posts!

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weareapackofstrays · 3 months

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A New Kind of Love: Winter Break Bonus Chapter

Genre: Non-Idol college au, slight enemies to lovers (more like they annoy e/o at the start), friends with benefits, smut, angst, romance, drama

Pairing: Minho x F!Reader

Warnings: Mention of divorce

Word Count: 1,567

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Going home always gives you anxiety so you were honestly relieved when Yuqi asked if she could forgo winter break back home in China and tag along with you instead. Your mom and dad divorced when you were in high school and while you had no issue with their new partners, you still felt like you were adjusting to this new normal. You weren’t sure if you would ever shake off the feeling of walking on eggshells around your family.

After New Year's Eve dinner, you and Yuqi decide to go for a walk around the neighborhood to digest your food. The sun has mostly disappeared now and the air feels humid and warm, like a summer night. You were starting to miss the cold weather at school. Yuqi notices you're quiet and nudges you for attention.

“Everything okay, babe?” You kick a pine cone and shrug. “You were extra quiet at dinner. Is it your parents?”

“No, thankfully. They seem to be getting along really well actually.” Yuqi hums in agreement. “I’m not sure what’s going on with me honestly.” The streetlights illuminate, capturing your attention briefly. “Maybe I’m just feeling anxious about the start of Spring semester.” It wasn’t a lie, but it wasn’t the whole truth. Yuqi couldn’t help but wonder if this mood of yours was related to Minho. She decides to finally ask.

“I’ve been meaning to ask you...” Yuqi fidgets with the zipper of her sweater. “Did something happen that night at Max’s party?” You are surprised it took Yuqi this long to ask, but your friend knows better than to force anything out of you. Taking a beat too long to ponder your answer, you’re interrupted by Yuqi’s phone ringing. She grabs it from her back pocket and smiles.

“Sorry, it’s Jisung. I think he wants to Facetime.”

“Yeah, girl, answer it.” You are happy for the distraction.

Yuqi looks at you before answering her boyfriend’s call. Her expression serious. “We’ll continue this chat after?” You give her an ok. Yuqi quickly brushes her hair with her fingers and dips under a nearby streetlamp for better lighting.

"Hey, my baby! Happy New Year!" Jisung shouts excitedly.

“Happy New Year, Jiji! How’s the future?”

“Perfectly adequate.” Despite their distance, you could feel the love radiating between the two of them. Yuqi and Jisung converse for a little while in Korean before switching back to English.

“What time is it in Seoul?” Yuqi asks.

“A little after 9 in the morning.”

“So early! Oh, Y/n, is with me by the way!" She turns to you. "Say hi!" You lean into frame and give a quick wave and hello.

"Hey, neighbor!" You return the genuinely happy smile Jisung sends your way. He looks off camera for a moment, mumbling something you can't understand before he pulls a familiar grumpy face onto the screen with him. "Minho hyung is here with me too!" Yuqi gives you a quick glance before saying hello to Minho. He awkwardly waves and greets her, while hesitating to meet your eyes. You notice his ears are turning red and your own cheeks begin to heat at the sight of him. Yuqi gently nudges you to say something.

"Hey, Minho," you blurt out.

"Hi," is all he can muster. You hadn’t spoken with Minho since the party and everyone left for winter break shortly after. He did send you a text thanks to Jisung giving him your number, but you couldn’t bring yourself to engage. He chalked it up to being in different countries as the excuse for your lack of answer.

Jisung looks at Minho oddly and Yuqi gives you a similar expression. An awkward silence washes over the call and Jisung clears his throat to break it up.

“Okayyy, well we are about to head into a restaurant to meet up with some friends for breakfast. I just wanted to give my baby a quick shout." Yuqi giggles and blows him a kiss. Jisung pretends to catch it through the phone, making you and Minho audibly groan. The two of you walk out of frame and away from your embarrassing friends. Yuqi finally hangs up and runs after you, looping her arm in yours.

Jisung places his phone in his bag and turns to Minho. "Hyung, what was that about?”

“What?” Minho feigns ignorance.

“You and Y/n. You’re acting like 5 year olds on the playground. Just man up and tell her you like her.”

Minho feels himself growing agitated at the young one’s nosiness. “Who said I like her?” He protests.

Jisung groans and gives up. “Whatever.” The boys walk into the restaurant and spot their friends waiting at a table. Jisung gives them a dramatic greeting while Minho follows behind with his head down. If Jisung really knew how bad Minho had it for you, he’d probably get the rest of his roommates involved and he couldn’t have that. As much as he wanted to get to know you better, you’d never really given him any indication that you were interested in him, other than physically. He was at least 98% certain he annoyed you more than anything else. Though he wasn’t sure what he did to make you feel that way. It was like his entire existence bothered you. Minho wasn’t even sure you were the relationship type anyways. Were you?

The plane ride feels longer than usual and you still haven’t been able to quell your anxiousness since winter break began. After Yuqi nods off, you try listening to music, but when that doesn’t work, you grab one of the magazines the airline provided. You flip through it aimlessly before realizing it’s an AARP magazine. Shutting it closed, you turn your attention to the window to admire the clouds instead. They’ve grown thicker with the mix of impending snow, but you can finally make out the familiar sights of campus below you. You’re about to check your phone for the 100th time when the intercom clicks on.

“Folks, this is your Captain speaking. The time is 9:15 AM and we’re about 20 minutes from landing. The temperature is a chilly 19 degrees and there is snow in the forecast. Please return to your seats and buckle up. We will be arriving shortly. Stay warm and thanks for flying with us. Go Lions!”

Yuqi stirs awake. “We’re home?” She blinks as she familiarizes herself with her surroundings again.

“About to be.”

She claps her hands excitedly while yawning. “I can’t wait to see Jiji!”

“Is he already back from Korea?” You weren’t sure why you were surprised.

Yuqi pulls out her phone to take a look at it. “Not yet. Jisung said he’d be landing a little later this afternoon, but we’re going to get dinner once he’s back.” You notice she’s set her background image as a photo of Jisung making a duck face.

“Sounds fun.” Your stomach fills with butterflies suddenly. Does that mean Minho will be home soon too?

The two of you hail a taxi to share once you land. Yuqi chats with the cab driver because she can make friends with a wall so you pull out your phone to text Momo that you’re back on campus. Momo quickly texts back with “👅💦” and you roll your eyes, laughing. You put your phone away as you notice snow flurries start to come down.

When the taxi arrives at Yuqi’s apartment, you step out to help her grab her bags. “Thanks again for coming with me.” You pull her into a hug.

“Anytime, my angel. I’ll call you later, okay?” She squeezes you back and kisses your cheek.

“Have fun with Jisung tonight. Oh, and tell him I said hello.” She nods and you give her a final wave before climbing back into the taxi to go home.

Finally inside your apartment, you drop your bags on the ground and fall face first into your bed. You inhale the familiar scent of lavender. Your bed tries to tempt you into taking a nap, but you feel a little gross from a day of traveling. After throwing your clothes in the hamper, you walk into your bathroom and turn on the shower head. You stick your hand under the falling water and wait for it to warm up, shivering a little from the exposure. Just as you’re about to step into the shower, you're interrupted by a knock at the door. For a moment you wonder if you misheard and wait for another.

Knock, knock!

You hear it clearly this time. Who the heck could be knocking on your door right now? Can’t be Yuqi, right? You take a quick glance at your phone in case you missed a call, but don’t see any. Not even a text.

Knock, knock!

Finally letting curiosity get the better of you, you walk into your room to grab your robe and wrap it tightly around your middle. The tile of your apartment is cold on your bare feet as you scamper across and make way to the entrance of your apartment. Cautiously, you open your front door and feel your jaw drop when you see the source of the knocking. A beautifully bare faced Minho stands before you. His eyes sweep over your barely clothed form while you try to find words. He takes a step forward and you can hear your heartbeat thump loudly in your ears.

“Hello, princess.”

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acciocriativity · 9 months

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PAYBACK (IT ISN'T OVER) - JYH

(Pictures aren't mine, credits for the rightful owners)

Pairing: Actor!Yunho x Actress!Reader

Genre: Fluff

Warnings/ Tags: Actor! Yunho; Mentions of smut and angst, but not real life; Ateez is still a kpop group in this; pure chaos

WC: 865

N/A: This was requested by @ynxxho! I'm so sorry it took me so long, dear and I hope you enjoy it <3

Payback I

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He was dressed like an angel that came from above to bless people with his mere presence for an hour or so.

But you knew better than to believe the innocent smile on his face right now, he IS the definition of wolf in sheep’s clothing.

They all should’ve known better, so you don’t even feel bad for what was about to happen.

The ringtone echoed through the walls of the dorm.

Seonghwa was the one that got the honorable mission of retrieving the food safely.

The food arrived right on time as everyone got as comfortable as possible to watch the very last episode of the drama you both did together on Netflix

It was Yunho’s request, one that nobody thought anything of it because it made sense, right? It was an event worth celebrating for in every ateez member’s mind, the end of a very promising drama, that could lead to a very successful career in the future, for both Yunho and you.

They were elated for this. Everyone promised to watch on their own and wait for the last episode.

They were dying to know if the couple got together or not, even it was obvious it was supposed to be a romance-focused drama. It was engaging, ok? No one can judge them for caring way too much about those fictional characters. (Maybe there was a huge debate about who was right or wrong on the last episode three days ago on their group chat, but that’s normal!)

The last episode ended on a high tension scene, both characters were hurt, and now they were confronting each other, saying things that they didn’t mean and making everything worse than it was before.

Wooyoung came barging in Yunho’s room to hit him with a pillow for being so dumb that same night.

“Why did you hit me??”, it was Yunho’s response.

“You know why”, Wooyoung said and left the room.

Yunho texted you about the incident, first confused and then extremely offended that he got punished for his character’s actions when he found out, but more importantly, because Wooyoung was on YOUR side.

Wooyoung, in fact, was on your side since that traumatizing day, because you weren’t on Yunho’s plan and therefore, you were now replacing Yunho as his favorite.

“It’s time”, Jongho said as he pressed play on the 16th episode.

You exchanged glances with Yunho before the room went dark.

He smiled as he held your hands in his, that same smile you learned meant business.

Up until now, the spiciness of the drama stayed in the first episode for the most part. The rest of the scenes were the perfect mixture of fluff and angst, something the viewers could relate to and then get to know the characters to a deeper level, but now there are only a few knots to tie and some happy endings to show, including yours.

What’s better than a full ending cycle?

Close to the 20-minute mark, you excused yourself to grab some water in the kitchen.

You waited for the chaos, for some screaming and curse words, the absolute drama that only them could pull off, yet there was silence.

Silence in their dorm always means something’s up. It’s a warning sign for trouble. In this situation? You could guess the whole group fell dead on the ground all of a sudden.

The scene you walked into was just as amusing as it was in the first episode.

The 7 of them were still on their seats, mouth agape, eyes wide as the scene kept on going.

Yunho sat there with an easy smile on his face, just as entertained as you were. He was having the time of his life as he watched their expressions change to pure shock.

There wasn’t much revealing than it was already done before, no, that wasn’t the cause of the silent commotion. It was the bold dialogue, to put it lightly. It wasn’t cringe, otherwise all of them would be rolling on their backs laughing right now, it was good, the writing of the drama was excellent in general, something you’d always be thankful for, it made your job easier.

“Damn, that’s hot”, Wooyoung broke the defying silence in the living room.

After that, it was a chain reaction. Mingi laughed, then Hongjoong, who pushed Wooyoung to the ground. Then everyone was laughing.

You laughed so hard, you felt tears pooling in your eyes.

When you managed to find Yunho again, he was laughing on the floor.

The rest 30 minutes of the drama was completely forgotten after that.

"What do you mean that's hot?", Jongho was the first to ask, still flabbergasted on his seat.

"Because it was, come on, every single on of you though the same thing, don't act like you didn't!"

"It kind of was, I mean, the writing is good and it's Yunho, he's a good actor", San said as he shrugged.

"OK, let's stop with whatever conversation is this and finish the episode", Hongjoong said.

And his wish is a command so, that's exactly what happened.

But it was clear that no one was going to forget this drama anytime soon.

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echo-rambles · 8 months

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Fuck it- it's fine!

words: 1830 summary: inspired by the general vibe of bad idea right? by olivia rodrigo. tags: past established relationship, ex-boyfriend bang chan, best friend felix, suggestive content but nothing explicit note: first ever reader insert fic I've written! that's probably why it's pretty introspective and there's not much chan. I just wanted to get the feeling of writing reader insert so I hope it's not too terrible! please enjoy~

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To be completely fair, you were the one who messaged him first. Could it be seen as slightly desperate? Maybe. But in your defense, you were pretty drunk and left unsupervised.

That doesn’t mean it’s not a complete shock to your system when you wake up the next morning and notice that he messaged you back. Which, ok. What an absolutely wild turn of events seeing as how he’s meant to be the mature adult of the relationship. (his words, thrown out midst argument)

Once you blink away the hungover fog and wade through the low lying panic, you find it a little funny, actually. Your text, the first between the two of you in months, is embarrassing and filled with a few too many emojis- it’s the epitome of a drunk text to your ex who you might have been missing at the peak of your intoxication.

The funny part is that he had texted back, playing into your theatrics. Maybe it’s not funny in a haha way. Maybe it’s funny in an ironic sort of way. The guy that once told you that you’re incredibly impulsive and never think things through, replying to you and not even scolding you.

Ok, so maybe he was a little bit correct and you are impulsive, because the next thing you know your fingers are tapping away at your phone screen and you're replying to his reply as if this is something the two of you still do. There’s been a whole lot of maybes filling up your head far too early in the morning, but maybe this could be something you two do. Like, maybe it can become normal again.

>I hope you’re drinking water to combat all the vodka you must have drank to use seven whole emojis in a row.

<I demolished an entire water bottle when I got home last night but sadly it wasn’t enough to save me

You’ve crawled your way out of bed and are in the middle of trying to wash up to feel human again when your phone buzzes. Thankfully you’re alone in your bathroom or else it would be embarrassing how quickly you check who the new text is from.

Before you can unlock your phone and reply to the notif saying something about ‘RIP you should’ve drank three…’ another message pops up, staring at you from the lock screen, half of the message fading off in an ellipses.

You still have his contact saved. Somehow that’s the first thing you think, so incredibly belatedly. In your defense you thought deleting it would be stupid, seeing as how you share friends and what if Felix was in trouble and the only way anyone could reach you was through your ex-boyfriend? It’s a flimsy excuse but you clung to it at the time.

For a while his contact was changed to HEARTBREAKER, all in caps with broken heart emojis book ending it. At some point you changed it again, hating the reminder the name would elicit every time you scrolled past it. It just made you feel bad, to be honest. Not in a guilt way, but in the way of it settling all weird in your stomach.

So now he’s filed under a very polite and professional Bang Christopher Chan. It feels safer this way. The least amount of intimacy possible.

Looking at it now, knowing that there’s multiple messages attached to it because you were drunk and then half asleep and he’s apparently a child who can’t just ignore you- it feels like a stupidly personal inside joke. Which is stupid. It’s his name.

>I know this is last minute, but I was wondering if we c…

This is not something you can read by yourself while still hungover and sleepy. Absolutely not. Any sort of question he has will have to be dealt with once you’ve consumed a sufficient amount of caffeine.

“What do you think it says?” You ask, a little bit later after your second cup of coffee.

Felix barely even moves his head from where it’s resting against the table. He’s clearly just as hungover as you are, but you feel like you’re in the middle of making a very bad decision and you need a second opinion. You shimmy your phone under the seam where his forehead meets the wood.

With a little pout and deep groan, he’s shifting around and waking up your phone to stare at the lock screen. The silence stretches on as he stares, blinks, and blinks some more. With a start, he’s sitting up straight, pulling the phone closer.

“I thought you said you didn’t want to talk to him-”

“I’m aware of what I said! But that was also like, months ago, and we’re both totally over it-”

“It felt like you two went through a divorce, I don’t know if a few months is long enough-”

“I’m over it!” You proclaim, a little loudly. A little desperately. “And he is too if he’s talking to me.”

Felix says your name, with that specific tone like he wants to say something but doesn’t know how. So, like a normal, emotionally stable adult, you completely ignore him and instead scoop up your phone. Suddenly the nerves over wondering exactly what Chan wanted to ask you have been replaced with a confidence only born from needing a distraction.

Finally, you read the text he sent.

>I know this is last minute, but I was wondering if we could maybe grab lunch? Or, if you’re still too hungover for lunch, maybe something later?

Oh. Definitely the beginning of a very bad idea.

<you paying??

>Of course I am >When was the last time you paid?

Uncalled for, but also completely fair.

<then sure count me in

It all feels way too easy. Like the last few months have just been- what, erased? Ignored? Boxed away so you can talk about it later? But hey, that’s a problem for the future version of yourself.

“Did you just agree to spend time with him?” Felix asks, because of course he does. Are you really that predictable?

“Maybe.”

Shaking his head, Felix sits back in his seat. “You know I love you both, but I don’t know if this is a great idea.”

“It doesn’t have to be romantic! We’re just meeting up, like friends do.” The silence is practically palpable. “We can be friends! We’re both adults- we can totally be friends.”

Felix gives you possibly the most pitying look you’ve ever seen on his angelic little face.

-o0o-

Ok. Maybe you can’t be friends. The two of you started off as friends, definitely. You built your whole relationship off of being friends. But somewhere along the way something got all gummed up. Being together dissolved into months of barely even talking to each other.

You were hoping that could change tonight. After getting all dressed up- because you wanted to feel pretty and you couldn’t remember the last time you got dressed up, thank you very much Minho. With his judging eyebrow and the way he clicked his tongue when you told him about the text messages and your dinner plans. Just because you were meeting up with someone who you used to give hickeys to had nothing to do with the dress you wore.

(it absolutely did but no one had the right to know.)

It started off as just something casual. Stilted awkward conversation as you both tried to remember how to be civil around each other. It came a lot easier to Chan, as always. But you missed this. You missed being in the same space as him and hearing his voice and god Felix was right, you’re so incredibly weak.

You wanted to try and be friends again so badly. But you were absolutely lying to yourself, big time, because the second that he smiled- that small little smile where he ducks his head and bites at his lip, oh you were gone.

Currently you’re being pinned to the wall with his tongue down your throat and you can’t really think straight.

Somehow you went from a casual get together to this. Attacking each other's faces like starving animals who haven’t eaten in weeks. It’d be embarrassing if it weren’t for the way Chan is so clearly feeling the exact same things you are. Your hands are running through his hair and his hands are anchored to your hips, and he still tastes the same. He still makes the same little noises when you drag your teeth along the edge of his jaw.

It’s so fucking familiar and you already feel like you could drown in it.

You should probably talk about this. The making out, yes, absolutely, but also the last few months and the texts and him asking to see you out of the blue. It should be talked about, right? Except what would you even say? You’ll just rehash the same things you’ve been saying. You felt ignored and he felt suffocated and you could never find a way to meet in the middle because you’re both stubborn.

You should say something though, right? Right?

The press of his hand against the dip of your waist, pulling you closer, has you losing any semblance of what language even is. Words? Who needs them? He’s hooking his other hand behind your knee and hiking it up, guiding you to wrap your leg around him, and really all you can think about is how you aren’t close enough.

You sneak your fingers up under the hem of his shirt, feeling the expanse of his skin, and the sound of the breathiest gasp leaving his lips settles along the curve of your spine.

“Is this a bad idea?” You ask, once you remember how to use words.

He stops short, as if he’s just remembered not only did he leave the oven on but he also left incredibly flammable items near it. A little shocked and worried and second guessing. Which, you’re not really sure what sort of reaction you were hoping for but you should have expected this at the least. He’s a chronic over-thinker sometimes.

It’s fine, it’s cute even. When it’s not annoying you to no end. Sometimes you need his specific brand of cautious energy, a voice helping you recognize when something actually is a terrible idea because you didn’t realize before he pointed it out. Other times, like now, you already know the answer to your own question and you seriously do not need him to answer. It was rhetorical, thank you very much.

“Um, well- I-” He stumbles over his sentence, breathing hard and face flushed.

“Nevermind, don’t answer that. Just kiss me.”

Thankfully Bang Chan is very good at going along with your bad ideas.

You can deal with whatever all of this means after. Right now, the both of you are wearing far too much clothing and you need to fix that immediately.

#stray kids #skz #stray kids x reader #bang chan x reader #echo writes #I actually had a lot of fun writing this #maybe I'll make a part 2 or write something else if i get inspired!#i promise bang chan is my bias vgkjdfkfjgd

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tainted-liquor · 7 months

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hi guys! Just wanted to make a quick follow up abt mental health, specifically schizophrenia

alright so, as you know people are trying to excuse their actions with mental illnesses as of late and say they are “experiencing episodes”.

let me remind you, someone with UNDIAGNOSED and UNMEDICATED schizophrenia will usually not know if they’re having the episode. Because if they KNEW, they’d most likely stop it themselves or refrain from doing anything that would hurt others. By acknowledging you are having an episode, you are consciously acknowledging that you don’t NORMALLY behave this way. The excuse of ‘suddenly having an episode’ does not work, because schizophrenia alters your way of thinking/behaving. You wouldn’t KNOW, because you’d think what you were saying was true/normal.

I’m gonna use an example.

Ok, let’s say sally is schizophrenic. Because she is diagnosed with this condition, she knows she will have moments where she will believe things that might not be true or think some things that aren’t necessarily positive. Sally does a good job at taking her meds, grounding herself, and buckling down when she feels as though she might slip into an episode. Sally seeks out a therapist, or if she can’t afford one, a trusted loved one to talk to whenever she doesn’t feel her best.

Sally is mature and knows how to properly manage herself.

now let’s take a look at Ruby.

Ruby has ‘undiagnosed’ schizophrenia and isn’t taking meds, or even considering talking to loved ones. Whenever she has an episode, she coincidentally doesn’t behave any differently or think any differently. Episodes can last for days, weeks, and VERY RARELY months. For someone to slip in and out of an episode in under 3 minutes is nearly unheard of. Now, let’s take a look at one of Ruby’s ‘episodes’.

Ruby was caught lying on two of her friends because she wanted to see some sort of situation spark. When confronted about the matter, she says she’s having an episode. If Ruby is having a real episode, the most logical thing to do is apologize for your behavior and ground yourself. Whether this be talking it out with a loved one, writing in a diary, or seeking actual help from a licensed therapist for her undiagnosed schizophrenia.

schizophrenia DOES NOT work like Ruby! Ruby is painting a false and very harmful narrative for schizophrenia, and is damaging the people who do have schizophrenia by making it harder to get diagnosed, and spreading false info. PLEASE, if you feel like you have some sort of mental health condition, try to get diagnosed before running around with the tag. I know therapy is expensive, but there are always services that provide free therapy for minors. DO YOUR RESEARCH! Don’t ask people online, because they cannot help you.

#mental health #schizophrenia

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gumi-writes · 10 months

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biting the hand that feeds (m)

source: touchstarved

wc: ~10k (yikes!) (no one talk to me about how i wrote this in five days)

summary: ais gets put in his place.

contains: aisxoc, but in a 'in love with your carnage' kind of way / implied aisxvere and (not really) verexoc at the end, separately / unnamed oc, but they are a full character / femdom, but with a femme they/them / asshole warning. ais is an asshole / here is an intersection of sex and violence with an emphasis on violence / (it's ok ais really asks for it) / (he always asks for it) / more tags beneath the cut)

author’s note: comes out of my cave covered in blood, sweat, tears. dw guys, i'm fine. i still blame @laymes-art for this. (also credit to @/cafekitsune for the divider/banner!)

The first time Ais saw them, they were covered in gore. In splatters of garish scarlet in the pure whites of their uniform, that alone had made for a fascinating view, but what had stuck—what had seared itself in immortalisation, a brand so constantly vivid it had become a craving—was the sight of them… beating the shit out of a Soulless with their fists. And beating, and beating, and beating.

It was half-dead by the time Ais stumbled upon the free show, and he stayed as it went from half to full. And beyond the sheer power in lurid, near perverse view…

Was an eerie calm.

The same on their face now.

(cont.) contains: uh. a LOT of violence. i'm serious / ais being a whore. what's new tho / also how is ais both a brat and service top pick a lane or i will call the police / in actual kink tags: d/s, (somewhat extreme) marking, degradation, faceslapping, masochism + painplay, breathplay, knifeplay, bloodplay, humiliation but like once because ais isn't capable of being humiliated, also cunnilingus, the most normal one / if any of these tags make you uncomfortable, please don't read ahead! take care of yourselves. i love you <3

‘So you’ve returned.’

The voice, while amused, slices forth with a coldness akin to a blade, pressed flat and most cruelly to the exposed warmth of human skin. A knife’s edge to a racing pulse, an ornate dagger kissing a heart’s string on the most beautifully, most disconcertingly vulnerable jugular. It feels remarkably like being on the verge of falling, and perhaps that is why Ais feels so at peace.

What a riot of a thought. What an absolute side-splitting hilarity of a thought, one to surely bring tears to the eyes of a common man. A monster finding peace in anything but a quiet battlefield of their own making, bloodied hands, and an even bloodier heart. A monster finding peace in anything other than violence. How tittering.

They never look at Ais, at first. A slight form, and while Ais surely would overwhelm it—both in wired broadness and in defined muscle, were he to step close—he never dared. Not even when he dared to bare his bark, a show of teeth and fang but little else—it had to be them to close the distance. It had to be them.

‘Well,’ Ais licks his lips, weighing his response with a care that was incongruent with his brash appearance. A body made for carnage did not seem as if it underlied higher thought beyond its next opponent, but whatever he said would surely set the tone for the rest of this meeting, and that was something he had to decide—and quickly. ‘You still have my key.’

This makes them laugh. It’s restrained, nothing considered truly carefree, but it is in itself a divulgence. Claws brandished, but only in momentary, tantalising flash, so quick that it’s all Ais can do but to crave the inhumanity it promises. ‘Ah. So, the big, tough scary monster is bound by simple lock and key. I did not expect you to have such restraint, you realise. Perhaps I am even a little disappointed about it. Tell me, did Vere have a laugh at your expense? At least he is bound by sorcery. You don’t have nearly the same excuse.’

It’s a low blow. Almost the lowest, and the serene smile they give Ais when they finally turn around tells him they know this in absolute full. It reminds Ais of the Seaspring—in particular, the instances in which it is untouched, free of ripples and revealing nothing of its true nature, depths that seemed just as likely to be endless as it was to pull you in. Maybe that was why Ais kept… coming back. A dog returning to its chains. So tethered to its tetherings.

Ais did know more about them than would have been pragmatically wise to disclose—for starters, in his mutual dealings with them, they still wore the official Senobium uniform. More specifically, the garb denoting a member of their religious sector, and here, even though the two of them were in a private room in the Amaryllis District, it was still regarded as a pretty fucking audacious move. (Ais did admire the balls behind such an act. Just a little.)

Not to mention, he knew what they looked like. Ais did not have the privilege of learning their name, but their face was one carved into him, marking him nearly as deeply as Ocudeus did. That was another odd thing about this entire… arrangement. Ocudeus was always strangely quiet during Ais’ sessions with them, and he still wasn’t quite sure whether it was a choice made on his friend’s part or an enforcement made on theirs. In fact, that had been the initial excuse as to why he sought them out as often as he did.

Now, the pretence was so thin as to be a nuisance more than anything else.

(An irritable tail flicks, as does a furred ear. The distaste, a particular contemptuous curl of the lower lip, would cow any with a weaker heart, but Ais was not one of them, and Vere’s brand of distaste was something he’d become intimately accustomed to.

‘You reek of that twisted sister, Ais. Them and… you let them cage you? Tsk.’

‘The same way you’re collared too, right?’ Ais’ barb is punctuated with a grin. One Vere scowls at.

And when Vere does respond, it’s with a haughty sniff. ‘At least I am not getting off on it.’)

‘Are you forgetting who gave it to me in the first place?’ Something in his eyes, near aglow in the dim lighting, flashes. A fight. Ais did so enjoy testing his luck, and here, and now, that was no exception. They did like that about him. ‘Sister?’

Their response isn’t an immediate one. A breathless moment hangs in the air, and when their only initial answer is a mere head tilt, prying, questioning, something seemingly beneath Ais—rather tightrope-like in nature—pulls taut. He had never been one for the stealthy backstab when a full frontal served him just as well, but what Ais never really bothered to factor was the recklessness of it all.

(Or maybe, or more specifically, it wasn’t quite that he didn’t. Maybe it was the main thing he factored, because the forceful hand after a risk taken most brazenly was always the part he craved the most.)

‘I see you’re in the mood to be tongue-in-cheek.’ Their lean against the edge of a table is deceptively casual, particularly since Ais knows that what’s lined in neat rows behind them on the flat surface is instruments they could use against him. Could, because sometimes they didn’t—at least not outside of leaving Ais guessing.

‘Indulge my curiosity for me.’ And they, in turn, leave Ais curious for a few tantalising seconds as they temporarily turn around once more to grab something that gleams in the light. A pretty stiletto, one they twirl most deftly between their gloved fingers, making it dance between the digits. Their fingers, always gloved. Ais wondered if they’d ever let him bear a strike from their bare bands. ‘Do you think if I cut off your tongue, another would grow back in place?’

Something inside Ais stutters. It’s a cruel question, but not in the way one would think, because the way it’s been asked—not quite in jest, and yet, so lightly, as if they were discussing the weather and not Ais’ rhetorical dismemberment—has a not insignificant part of him almost wishing for it. Would it break their air of ataraxia? Would he see another one of their faces beyond collected calm? Would they finally—

Ais wants it shattered. Their composure. Regardless of consequence, he was so certain he could take it. He’d only seen what lay beneath in small instances, and he still got the impression that the tendrils of darkness escaping through the gaps had been allowed to escape. An actual temper, one of true fire and fury, had been denied to him—and how fascinating that it was a denial at all.

And... they’re not even looking at him. They’re still toying with the weapon. ‘It would be a shame if it didn’t, though. A smart mouth without a working tongue is no fun at all.’

‘You’d miss it.’

The quietest of huffs—it’s a scoff, barely there. Ais only picks up on it because he craves the slip of the mask so badly. ‘A bold claim, little one.’

‘You’ve never gagged me before, sister.’

This makes them look at him, brow arched in amusement. ‘And you think that enough proof? Then let me dispel it. Know that I would do infinitely more to prove you wrong than to prove you right. If muzzling you will prove I have no attachment, I will.’

‘So do it.’ Ever forward, Ais doesn’t bother to keep out the challenging quality to his voice. ‘What’s been stopping you? Scared to get close to the big bad monster?’

They laugh—again. This time, Ais knows he’s hit a nerve, because it sounds less like one out of pure entertainment and more like a sharp bark, one that’s been wrenched out of them. A step in the direction towards ferality, and yet, nowhere near enough for any kind of satisfaction, the kind that stuck. The kind that was actually… gratifying.

‘Scared?’ When they grin, it shows off their surprisingly sharp canines, incongruous to the rest of their appearance. It’s a lovely grin—if only for how they make Ais think of how it must feel to have them sunk deep into his skin.

In one deft move, they raise the skirt of their uniform to slide the knife into a leather sheath strapped to their thigh. Ais watches the movement, rapt, before glittering red averts and returns to the eye contact from before. True to the way they never told him their name, they hadn’t bared anything to him either—nothing below the neck, at least.

Even the leg that had been unveiled from the skirt movement was still covered in opaque material, as void black as the entirety of their outfit—so against the objective of titillation that it worked as one anyway.

‘Of what, pray tell?’ They take a step towards him, and Ais has to hide how that coil something in his gut—the lurch of a weighted finally. ‘What it is that you have that would make me scared of you?’ Another. ‘Are you going to hurt me, Ais?’

The question, at face value, is at odds with the play, at odds with the figures within it. It is, but their amber gaze has hardened into indomitable steel, and the utter and complete lack of anything resembling fear instils a cold and absolutely spellbinding chill down Ais’ spine. This is a threat.

‘Break me? Break me, and then put me back together just to break me again? Do you truly believe yourself capable of anything like that at all?’

Ais’ heart is racing. He’s able to look at them, but it’s about the only thing he can do, words caught halfway between his throat and his mouth. The question is somehow not about him, even if it is for him.

They’re closer, now. Actually close. Close enough that Ais can smell their scent—an odd mix of rusted iron and something bordering on sickly sweet. It’s strangely intoxicating, though whether that was because it was theirs alone or because of how distinct it was—perhaps some combination of both—was something he’d yet to determine. Still yet, even though he had long since had it memorised.

If he lost his sight, temporarily or otherwise, he could absolutely tell it was them by it alone.

‘Well?’ They circle around him, behind him, and Ais feels the burden of the stare, eyes boring holes into his back. ‘What do you think has been stopping me?’

A gentle hand rests itself on his shoulder. It’s the softest of touches, but the power promised within it makes Ais tremble—almost. Almost, and the absolute moment there’s any pressure—the absolute slightest—Ais drops to his knees as if he’d been manhandled there.

It disappears, then. Their touch. The instant it’s gone, Ais finds it far easier to breathe. He wonders—not for the first time—if that had been a will forced upon him, through supernatural means or otherwise, or if their will alone was enough to get him to heel. Ais wonders, but his voice at least returns to him.

‘You have.’

Whatever height advantage he had is gone. It had disappeared when they’d made him kneel, and he has a passing memory of something they’d said to him once. The difference between man and monster was man’s ability to worship something higher than themselves.

‘Me?’

‘I never said you were scared of me, sister. Just of getting close.’

‘Mm.’ A lilting hum, but it’s a warning. One Ais does not heed. ‘I do so hate it when you delve into semantics.’

‘I know you do.’

One second passes. It’s long enough for Ais to anticipate and dread the retaliation in equal measure, but not anything beyond that, at least not in anything preparatory before—

Fingers lace and twist themselves into black locks, surprisingly silky. It’s the warmth of a pat on the head, a gentle gesture, a loving gesture…

…but then there’s an upward yank, hard enough to pull him off his haunches and drive a low hiss through his teeth. They let him go soon after, but it’s not a kind release, given that it’s one that shoves him forward.

When Ais comes to, he finds his breathing harder, having instinctively stabilised himself on his hands and knees, scalp stinging with residual pain.

The show of strength is not lost on him. He finds himself lost in it, if anything, even as he rights himself back into his previously demanded position, mind buzzing with the hoard of implications they’d just levelled upon him.

For starters—or, more accurately, most ever presently—was how they’re strong enough to lift him. By his hair.

And Ais wasn’t really the type to particularly favour one body type over another, but there was something about theirs…

Within a body slender enough to be considered waifishly wraithlike, hid a power so potent, so mesmerizing, so capable of the cruellest carnage—that it was an impossible task to obscure completely. And for Ais, who could sniff it out better than most, it had never been obscured at all. It hadn’t, but that still wasn’t quite where the draw was, even if it was a large factor.

No, the draw, the true, absolute magnetism of what looked to be your average spectre of a Senobium nun, a pretty little thing of a doll bound in metaphorical chain—was the sheer contrast between what their form looked capable of and what their body could do. A contrast that could only be described as… compelling.

In the specific way an iron fist is. Or the spill of blood, a well run so deep as to never be dry. Blow for blow, blood for blood. Ais’ blood—for the promise of catharsis. Not just any catharsis, either—but the only kind that could be found in the presence of something primordial. He’d found that in them. Or he found the assurance of such a thing within them. Ais did, and he only wanted more.

‘My mistake,’ they say, and though they’d forgone the faux innocence in tone, instead opting for one almost amusingly flat, it’s still present in their word choice. ‘My hand slipped. How careless of me.’

This time, it’s Ais that has to laugh. Incredulity is audible in the undeniably husky laughter, but there’s something else. Something darker, bordering on awed in the same way it was awful. Ais is pretty sure he’s in love, at least in the here and now, and in the here and now, that’s all that mattered.

By the time he speaks, they’ve moved back to the front of him. Their expression is placid, entirely dismissive of what had just happened. ‘If that was on accident, I hate to find out what it’s like when you mean it.’

Leather cups his chin, tenderness akin to a raw wound. ‘Then you won’t.’

Ais snorts. ‘We both know you—’ his head is driven skyward. It cuts off the rest of his sentence in a throaty grunt, and though he simply takes it, his eyes dart to seek out theirs, eagerness a visible, palpable glimmer in entranced crimson. When Ais speaks again, there’s a grin with bared teeth—far more manic than usual. ‘We both know you don’t mean that.’

Like this, with his neck arched to a degree that was at the gorgeous cusp of actually painful, he has no choice but to look up at them, especially when they draw close enough they’re a whisper away from touch. Ais could reach for it with an ease that was so trivial so as to be possible without thought, but his hands remain dutifully in his lap. A mere man had no place touching a god.

It was half-dead by the time Ais stumbled upon the free show, and he stayed as it went from half to full. And beyond the sheer power in lurid, near perverse view…

Was an eerie calm.

The same on their face now.

‘What makes you so sure?’ The question is a dangerous one. Ais has to swallow thickly before answering, because a willingness too unsightly would only make them deny him more. Something he also kind of wanted, but dreaded in the same vein.

‘Because we’re the same, sister—’

A solid strike. Ais can only cry out the way he does specifically—somewhere between a grunt and a gasp, leathered palm leaving bright pink on the skin of his cheek. They’ve slapped him hard enough to dislodge Ais from their hold, and when he recovers, he does dutifully return to it. For the next blow.

‘Try again.’

‘I’m sorry, my god.’ The apology is one interlaced with a shit-eating grin. ‘Hit me again.’

They do. Ais laughs breathlessly, letting himself remain bent over a little longer this time before returning to form.

But he waits too long to speak.

‘Answer the question, whore. You don’t think I could deny you so completely as to leave you utterly deprived and wanting? You don’t think I could stop and leave you begging for more with no chance of recourse? I could do it, you know. You would spend the rest of your days aching for my blessings.’

‘So do it, then.’ A challenge. They did not like to be challenged. ‘Leave me high and dry, my god. I dare you.’

Their gaze narrows, and Ais has his response. Ripples on the clear surface, now visible.

When they dole out their next blow, it’s a miss on purpose. The strike does hit true, but their hand catches his nose enough that the next time Ais is on the floor, he can taste his own nosebleed. His shoulders are shaking with mirth, the darker sort that could only be found in being indulged in a way you’ve always dreamed of.

His recovery is marked in a low whistle. It’s an infuriatingly blithe noise, one that has genuine ire bleed into amber, and Ais’ heart races at the sight of it—the monster he has dearly been wanting to see. A cruel hand from an even crueler being.

‘Looks like I touched a nerve. Are you sure you should be letting someone like me affect you like this? Isn’t it beneath you?’

Blood drips from his cheek the next time he’s downed.

Ais spends a moment in confusion—they’d clipped him with something sharp, but when he glances at their gloves, there’s nothing there that looks like a perfect fit. A clawed mark, but from where?

They do have to grab a hold of his chin again, given Ais’ stupor means he’s not thinking about his position, and when they do, they roughly jerk his face to one side, looking at the wake of their violence. A stillness settles as they seemingly just… watch and wait, wait and watch, and though Ais would showcase some kind of protest—likely in additional provocation, because he was an asshole—something feels off enough he uses the intermission to figure out what.

From where there should be the sensation of flesh knitting together, there simply… isn’t.

There’s a tug of an effort, an active attempt felt, but something was stopping his regeneration from working the way it usually did. Something that surely had to do with… them.

What an exciting thought. What an absolute spine-tingling thrill of a thought, the kind that came with the vindication of an assertion asserting itself. The knowledge that what you had sought out with an ever-present lustful hunger not only existed but was more than expected. More than you could have imagined.

‘Get a good look?’

The hand that had been holding his chin immediately snakes to grab his hair in a solid grip, unyielding. Ais makes a noise at the back of his throat, but it’s only the precursor, because they’re moving closer, and his only warning is the way they’re using his locks as leverage to force him to bare his neck.

Another pause. They’re hesitating, but Ais doesn’t have the patience for it.

‘Don’t hold out on me,’ he says, voice that same aggravating singsong. Ais doesn’t bother to hide the smirk, one side of his mouth curled upwards, a smugness that could only exist at the knowledge of knowing that getting what you want was an inevitability.

And, with the strength and speed of a backstab sliding home—

—they bite him.

It hurts. Ais knew it would, but it hurts more than he expected, and their teeth—the sharp canines Ais had spent so long yearning to feel the sinking in of—feel bigger than he knows they are. The hurt is dual in definition, as well—they’d never released him from his cage, and steeled chastity sits, an immovable wall where he is far more man than monster.

Once again, they scrutinise their handiwork.

Alongside the wetness of Ais’ vitae, directly on top of the jade green inked onto, into him is a persistent, insistent sting that radiates from the vampiric puncture marks left in his skin.

There’s no tug. The perforations don’t even try to sew shut, and Ais processes this with a rapidly mounting breathing. What had they done? What had they done? A swirling, pulsating daydream overtakes Ais for the moment—the sight and sound of touch of him bleeding out in droves and droves of redredredredred a staggeringly blissful one.

But it had to be by their hand. But it had to be by their teeth.

Ais’ head is grabbed and pulled into looking at them again. He blinks a little dumbly at their own unwavering stare, still in a mild hazy daze, but when they speak, he does listen. ‘This won’t heal the way you normally do.’

Were he lucid and not swimming in his own endorphins, he would surely have recognised the… attentiveness. It wasn’t outright concern—what a joke—but a dutifulness that came with being a good dominant. But he’s not all there yet, and so he doesn’t, and so all Ais does do is nod an affirmative. One he spends staring at their teeth and the remnants of him that had been left behind, crimson stained ivory.

‘This is not said in jest. I mean it.’

Their response, as well as the way they do anticipate a response… gives Ais enough time to return. ‘I’m sorry, did I say you didn’t mean it?’

Wrong answer.

Or perhaps the right one.

He only gets an instant of a contemptuous scowl, ones he swallows with no small amount of hedonistic delight—but then they yank him to them by his necklace, fisted tight in their hold. For the second time in a minimal number of heartbeats last, they surprise him.

The kiss is not a gentle one. There is no tenderness here, nor any warmth within the blistering heat, but it is still of note, or, more illustratively, one noteworthy enough that Ais would be dangerously close to actually getting off if they hadn’t made absolutely sure that that couldn’t happen.

This is the first time they’ve kissed him. This is the first time they’ve kissed him, and it is one that tastes of rusted iron. How fitting. How fitting, and for all his smart mouth and even sharper tongue, Ais does kiss them back with unwavering reverence. He doesn’t match their violence in order to return it—that wasn’t the point, that never was the point—but he doesn’t shy away from it either.

They bite. His tongue, his lower lip, even his teeth, at least when they clash on occasion. It’s not romantic, but the intimacy and vulnerability are there, even if it’s not the gentle kind. No, this kind is far different, far more debasedly debaucheric, the same category of twisted which also housed Ais tasting his own blood. Tasting his own blood and being fixated and utterly consumed by the thought of it.

As if they’d read his mind—and at this point, Ais would believe truly anything about them, pointed fang does pierce through the soft flesh of wet muscle. When a new wave of gore springs forth, fresh as a newborn corpse, and when they immediately slide their own tongue against his, purposefully pressing into the incredibly recent wound—

—Ais moans.

A barely there second of a reprieve, and they’re suddenly much more there. Ais finds himself pushed onto his back, and while he does rearrange his legs so he’s not left in a half kneel, he doesn’t do much else to change the telegraphed action, merely accepting of the heavy way he thuds flat onto his back.

Barely, in the tiny slivers of clarity that remained, Ais notices they hadn’t used whatever had stopped his neck wound from healing, and it is too close to a disappointment when he feels the tiny hole in his tongue eventually seal itself into a completed heal. This all had lasted enough for that to happen, and when they part from him some time later, they sit right back up on his torso, straddling it with a surprising body heat.

Ever so ghostlike, Ais perhaps expected them to radiate none at all, but he feels it encircling him the same way they’re settled on his abs.

The pupils swimming in sunset are blown, and Ais finds a very real danger in drowning within it. That being said, the moment they make eye contact with him, they swipe their mouth with the back of their hand, a gesture that would have meant more if they hadn’t just spent the last while making out with him. Something he never had asked them to do, but he wasn’t going to fight back against whatever they wanted to do it to him. They could kiss him; they could kill him—he did not care at that point. Just that it was being done to him.

If anything, the sight amused him. A gesture signalling disgust, but in pretence so paper thin it may as well not exist.

‘I agree. Kissing and mounting a whore seems below you, doesn’t it—?’

Fury and wrath, terribly, terrifically beautiful wrath, burns a blaze in their eyes in an addicting inferno, and there’s a low growl, in sotto but undeniably there, rumbling in their chest like brontide before a raging storm.

Ais has to stifle some of the glee, particularly when there’s a sudden burst of movement. With magnetised, practiced fluidity, they reach for the stiletto from before, and in a rupture of lost temper, a gloved hand fisted so tight around the hilt enough to make it shake, they stab—

He doesn’t bother dodging, only instinctively blinking at the muted kthuk of pierced impact.

It’s a glancing blow. Not so glancing that it doesn’t connect at all, but there’s little gratification to show for it. Just a thin brushstroke of blood on Ais’ cheek that beads and barely trickles, all little and light before it closes up. A nothingness after all that had transpired.

Even so, the act itself does still count as something—as a show of skill, as a show of power. In one simple act, they showed both a wealth of complete control, irresistibly fettered and bound. Ais wanted to tug at it, to pull and pull and pull until something snapped.

‘Should’ve used whatever you used earlier if you wanted it to last.’

The comment is one that makes them purse their lips into a thin line. The way they’re looking at him isn’t in a way he comprehends completely, but there’s recognisable anger, so the sight still excites him. ‘What an entertainingly pathetic attempt. You just want me to mark you and use you like a common fucktoy.’

Breathless laughter, once again, the kind that still dissolves into a smirk. The sound of an auditory expletive from them does leave him a little tingly. ‘Last I checked, you have to actually fuck me for me to be a fucktoy.’

‘No. I really don’t.’ Their voice is a deceptive calm, but Ais recognises it for what it actually is—rage frozen over but not lessened in magnitude. ‘Are you telling me if I hadn’t had the foresight to cage you, you wouldn’t end up making a filthy mess of yourself if I were to continue to use you as a punching bag?’

What a tragedy that his smirk does not disappear and instead gets even bigger. Humiliation was not a tactic that worked on him and this was known fact between the two of them. ‘Hot.’

They give him an utterly disgusted look.

‘You would do it if I pissed you off enough,’ Ais continues, words an infuriating lilt. ‘For someone who acts so high and mighty, you’ve wounded me a mighty amount tonight… my god.’ His conceitedness is the particular kind—Ais’ usual, of course, but one mixing with the knowledge that while they could deprive him of punishment, they’d also be depriving themselves of the catharsis as well.

And… the knowledge that the two of them shared the decadent self-indulgence of lusting for blood. A sin that was ill-fitting for the two of them—a monster for his own and a supposed woman of the cloth for others. Ill-fitting, but maybe that’s why it tasted as intoxicatingly sweet as it did, like the juice of a ripe fruit from the fabled heavens themselves.

‘You deserve it.’ They state, simply.

‘Oh, I’m not saying I don’t. I’m just saying it’s okay to admit that you’re enjoying yourself.’

Ais earns himself another heated glower. He gets it for a very full few seconds before they reach for the blade by his head, and to his perverse delight, they do exactly what he wants them to.

Because while the movement had been instinct, if he hadn’t had the muscle memory to move in time, Ais’ neck would have surely been sliced open, if not at least cut shallowly. Which, on the ever so delicate—easily pierced, easily carved—skin of his neck, would have counted as deep.

They’re forcing his neck in a near painful arch, once again. The edge of a honed stiletto is a harsh buffer to prevent him from budging, even if the kiss of honed sharpness is a tantalising one.

But he wasn’t going to budge, not unless they made him.

‘Consider yourself fortunate that I did not bite your tongue off earlier.’

‘And if I don’t?’

Their tongue clicks in exasperation. ‘‘I’m going to pretend I didn’t hear that.’ They say, it makes Ais wonder if they really had considered it. Is whatever welling up willing him relief? Or was it a letdown?

Before Ais can decide, they continue. Strangely, ire has left them—their body is far less taut with it. ‘You look considerably less infuriating like this, you know. Maybe I should just keep you at my mercy like this at all times. It certainly makes you more bearable.’

‘I think you and I both know—’

‘I have a proposition for you.’ A curt dismissal slices through the rest of his words, and though he is silenced, he’s not unsmiling about it. ‘Consider it a gift. You want to be marked by me so badly? Fine. Sure. I’ll fuck you up, Ais. I will. But first, you need to guess something for me.’ A smile. A serene smile, once more. One of seemingly untouchable tranquil waters.

Ais wonders where they found it, given the anger of recent past. The fact that he didn’t know what changed cowed him in the same way it thrilled him.

‘What do you think I used against you? I’ll be kind and say you don’t have to give me an exact answer. But it must be a satisfactorily close one.’

His answer is immediate. Ais does pay very close attention to the things that interest him, after all. A good study, when he wanted to be. If he wanted to be at all. ‘Your glove. Whatever’s underneath.’

Amber averting to one side, they don’t answer him immediately, as if weighing something. He realises they haven’t found him wanting when they raise their free hand to his mouth, and Ais only needs a second to comprehend the unvoiced instruction before he carefully takes the tip of one finger between his teeth to dutifully provide them the leverage to pull the glove off.

In all aspects except one… they had… perfectly ordinary hands.

They were long and slender, the kind some would probably think as pretty, particularly with the ways their nails were neatly kept. It fit in with the rest of their doll-like qualities, but other than that, they weren’t notable.

Ordinary, except… their knuckles were covered in blood. Smeared in it, even. It wasn’t a lot, but it was an amount, and while they had swung at him, the way it had neatly sat atop their skin with no evidence of busted knuckles made no sense. Or, at least, not with the current pieces on hand.

It only takes a little longer, but the moment realisation is visible, he gets their fingers unceremoniously shoved into his mouth. They are spiteful enough to make him gag a bit, but he merely rolls his eyes when it’s over, crimson meeting theirs in something amused and accusatory. Sadist.

‘Bite down, Ais.’ The command is a clear one, but it does puzzle him. ‘Hard enough to break the skin. Go on.’

He can’t exactly voice anything, so muzzled as he is with their fingers in his mouth, nor even move, not with the body atop him and the knife still a firm deterrence against his neck. Ais cannot, but he can arch an eyebrow. After all, he’d avoided their digits with his teeth for a reason, and this seemed antithetical to it.

‘Don’t make me make you,’ they continue, and while those words would usually incite his rebellious spirit, the one that just wanted the retaliation in return, the cadence is not one he’s heard before. At least not from them. Odd in the way it makes his teeth itch and his skin crawl. Almost musical, as if the notes underlying it was a siren song. A threat. A deliverance. And Ais did so like both in equal measure.

They don’t even flinch when it happens. When Ais obeys. It’s a little scary—their gaze had been unwavering, but the second his canines pierce skin, their eyes border on the luminescent. There’s a warning in the almost glow, and Ais so wondered what it meant—

‘I’ve decided I’ll mark you on the inside out.’

Ais chokes.

Blood floods his mouth, what else would have, what else could it have been—

Blood floods, but—

But there’s too much—

But it tastes wrong—

But it feels strange—

But—

—what the fuck were they?

There shouldn’t be that much blood, and though he could have spat it out, stiletto be damned, he swallows. He swallows it all. He swallows, and though the initial hit had left its relentless impact, enough a tear had escaped and left a wet trail on his right temple, it’s far easier to bear once Ais gets into the rhythm of it.

‘Oh, so you are drinking it.’

His thoughts haze out into something pleasantly fuzzy, though he does dully think about how their blood is weird. The taste is off—the usual iron was there, was a major component, but there’s also something undeniably sweet present as well. It made him wonder about their true nature, and whether, despite their lack of visible monstrous features, they were one in secret.

‘Ais,’ they start, and the use of his name in a scene catches his attention, clears the fog not completely, but enough. ‘You see me, right?’

Though confusion knits his brow at the kind of obvious question, he nods.

‘You can only see me and nothing else?’

Another.

‘Promise? Promise me you can’t see anything else.’

And another.

It’s obvious this means something to them. It’s obvious, but Ais has little time to consider what, because the fingers suddenly leave his mouth an empty hole, and though he can see where he’s left his mark, for all that had been pouring out and into his mouth, there’s no visible bleed anymore. There isn’t, and they’d barely seemed concerned about what had just transpired, instead tossing the weapon carelessly aside with muffled thud to free up a hand to pull their glove back on.

Ais would have asked them what the fuck was up with that, but then he catches sight of amber, and it is gleaming. Their irises sparkle with something almost joyful and jubilant, surely a positive except… Well. It was them. Ais had only seen two of their faces and the spectrum in between—anything from controlled calm to icy anger. Nothing like this. Nothing like…

Happiness.

Before he can work out what that means, they interrupt him.

In more newness, their hands reach behind them and unbuckle and pull off one his belts. They do, and it’s done in a single move so seamless Ais only blinks at them in an answer unsaid, surprised out of a pithy response.

Still, with their intent an obvious one, Ais is already lifting his head up from the ground so that they can lay the strip of leather flat beneath his neck. There’s a clink of the belt’s buckle as the end of it is slid through, and Ais’ attention is captured wholeheartedly as he watches them. Watches, as the loop is pulled tight in one solid wrench—not enough to actually cut off his breathing, but enough it dug into his throat just the slightest.

What a shame it was not their hands.

‘I hope you know how to use that thing,’ is Ais’ smartass comment. He doesn’t actually care.

They only smile at him. Their eyes have not lost the brightness from before, but there’s another weight to it when they’re looking at him. A velvet headiness, and if Ais didn’t know any better—

‘I do know how to use you, but I appreciate the concern.’

Amusement curls his lip. So they did have a sense of humour.

However, it does not last. It doesn’t, at least not for this specific reason, because as soon as the matter of his belt being weaponised was resolved, they reach beneath their skirt and though Ais has a moment with curiosity, the unmistakable sound of fabric tearing is—

Then darkness falls across his vision, fabric falling in an obscuring curtain.

With their knees on each side of his head, it’s not exactly a subtle request, and though they are in entirely upward kneel, nowhere near sitting down…

…he can smell them.

It’s a heady shock of a realisation to come to. Ais has hardly been shy about the effect these sessions always had on him—constant catharsis, the kind of deliverance doled from divinity themselves, was always going to be a cup that was liable to spill over.

And for Ais, hedonistic sensualist to his core, it was always doomed to do so. Undoubtedly so, but while that had inevitable enough to never been of concern, he’d never quite expected… a mutuality.

Was Ais certain that he was meeting their desires in some way? Sure. Sure, in that annoying, self-assured, of-course-it’s-fucking-Ais way of his. But perhaps he should have considered this eventuality as well, given how they shared this catharsis with him, in mirror image, carnal. In entwined depravity, eternal.

‘Nice to know even you have needs—hghrk!’

A ruthless yank had been enough to the rest of that sentence out.

‘You seriously need to learn when to shut up.’

There’s little ceremony before they lower themselves on his face, mere heartbeats after they relinquish their warning in specific stranglehold. There is, but he’s never been the type to stand on it, nor is he even thinking about how abrupt this switch in tone was, at least not beyond the initial surprise, and perhaps it’s because it’s not abrupt at all.

Instead, he’s far more focused with being greedy. With his vision temporarily hindered, Ais makes use of what’s left to him.

He drinks in their scent. A deep inhale, the musk of sex and something sweet, something cloying. Ais drinks them in with a dedication of a worshipper at their deity’s holy altar, though it’s one so heavily intertwined with the hunger of a man that could never be completely satiated that his brand of worship was sacrilege in equal measure.

Ais’ first taste is just an agonisingly full preview of one. He gets a moment—a lurid, obscene split of a second—where his tongue presses against heated slick and flesh, throbbing. It lasts only before they jolt away from him, depriving him immediately.

They’re soaked.

Which would be cute, given all the facts—they’d obviously not expected him to be so willing, enough to be at that much of a ready, whorishly open mouthed, but he’s too occupied with the loss to really focus on that aspect.

When Ais pulls them back by the thighs, his only moment of being remotely forceful, there’s a bit of a stumble, and he barely hears the reprimand before it blends into a sound that stutters before it’s cut off completely. Barely, but he does feel a leathered hold cinch tight around his neck, enough to make him choke, enough to make him groan into his reclaimed mouthful of pussy.

Still, at least they don’t deny him this time, nor do they make any further attempts to rebuke him for his grab—a kindness, all things considered, but Ais is too busy on the task at hand, mouth and tongue to think about it too deeply.

A busyness that’s audible, because Ais wasn’t exactly quiet.

In the silence of the bedroom set as a stage to their encounter, the noises of Ais having his fill is a perversely indecent one. In lewd slurping, wet lip smacking, and—when he feels fingers lace through his hair into a harsh hold—a muffled moan.

Especially loud, particularly when he can tell they’re trying to be quiet. And to be fair, he doesn’t hear them. Nor does he feel them move, and in fact, the thighs on the side of his head are rigid with the effort to remain still.

But it doesn’t matter.

Because Ais makes them move.

Taking advantage of his current grip as leverage, making use of the allowance he’d been given, Ais grinds them against his face.

Of course, there’s admonishment—he suddenly finds it hard to breathe, and nail-like pinpricks dig into his scalp, but all it does it makes him eager for more.

He always is, but the feeling is more present now than ever, especially because it’s one tied to a specific pain. Because while he isn’t physically capable of getting hard—they’ve made sure of that—he knows he would be enough for it to be another hurt. Not that the steel biting into his dick isn’t already one all the same, but still.

‘Tell…’ their voice is taut and wound to bursting. It gives Ais a certain trembling gratification to know he is the reason for it. ‘Tell me how that—’ a swear, spliced into a silencing lip bite—they’re trying so hard not to cry out, ‘—made you go… harder. You’re just so… full… of… surprises. Every time I wondhh— wonder… There’s no way you can get more depraved. You—mmrgh—’

One hand had let go of their thigh, having slid beneath fabric. A single finger had sought out its mark, finding it far too easily with an obscene squelch, slipping inside with a dripping ease that spoke of no resistance.

The liquid heat wrapped around his finger in a squeezing, squirming vice seeps even past the mild obstruction of his ring, reaching the top of his palm. It’s a mess he encourages even further, making the thickness within them go from one digit to two—a thickness, because Ais did have very big hands.

‘I just can’t… can’t believe… you would seek me out…! Just to be abused by me—’ Ais nods. ‘How much— how much of a… filthy, desperate whore do you have—ghk!’

By now, their clit had become a semi-permanent fixture in his mouth. With every insistent lash of his tongue, in intermittent sucking about as relentless as the ceaseless, unyielding thrusting into their pussy—each in, each out, punctuated with a scandalisingly salacious shlick, shlick, shlick—Ais draws them ever closer, and his devotion to seeing them through it has the fervent ardour of a fanatic zealot meeting their god.

Nothing existed beyond this moment. Nothing existed beyond making sure they were going to come. They were going to get off, and Ais would make it happen—once, but then perhaps again, and again, and again.

And again.

And… they keep talking, too.

‘—so shame… shameless of you… I bet— I bet if I were to— mm…! Mark you so that…’ they gasp, but there is some kind of attempt to hide it in a low hiss, ‘everyone would know— everyone would know you’re a useless whore, one who’s—’ More nods. Yes, yes, yes. ‘—only good for… for eating pussy and nnnh—!’

Ais adds a third finger.

‘—nothing else… you would…! You would be so… into… it—!’

So do it.

‘Now you actually… actually… want me to do it.’ There’s laughter, but it’s gravelly, and when it intermingles into what sound so close to a moan—Ais swiftly finds himself pleasantly throttled of air. ‘So… you’ll stop.’ A tighter grip. Tighter. ‘You’ll stop so I—so I can mark you properly. You’ll struggle if you don’t—’ but he won’t. Ais never struggles.

Unsurprisingly (or perhaps surprisingly to them), he does still everything. The chokehold is an encouragement, but it’s not the major one, and when he feels the grip on his hair leaving and that same hand sliding beneath the deep V of his shirt, he can breathe again. There’s a glide of leather against his bare chest, then a point of cruelty in a spike, razor sharp, but when there’s a pause that lasts for too long—a last minute falter—

He tongues them.

Their cunt clenches, a sudden vice around his fingers. A contraction meant to milk what wasn’t there, but then there’s a shaky, exasperated huff of air—one of frustration and surrender, both at once—and they…

…they pierce skin.

This time, it’s his turn to hiss. Five times, he’s pierced. One for each letter.

As deprived of stimulation as he is, though he did not personally care, his body took the gruelling pain of being carved, curved and curled and coiled it—everything, everything, until the pain became a twisted pleasure. One that still hurt, but it was addicting. In the way Ais didn’t want it to stop, not until the end. Not until he bled, sacred scripture etched in skin and to completion.

It’s seeping. His wounds weep, and Ais is not exactly quiet about it either, though nor is he loud. He’s neither, but never once does he want it to stop before they do. Nor does he want it in anything not made to last.

They know of course. They always do. His regeneration isn’t coming to his aid, just like it didn’t for the bite on the side of his neck, mark afresh. Ais would smile if he weren’t gritting his teeth. He would grin, even, but he wanted it that much.

And they’re efficient about it. Whatever can be scored in one stroke, is. Whatever can’t, is done in the least amount needed. It’s not gentle, but it is the gentlest it can be—it wasn’t the suffering itself that mattered, but the hand that dealt it.

By the time they’ve grabbed his hair again, Ais has already gotten back to it. Never a believer of wasted time, especially when it came to eating pussy, he gets back to it. Dutiful in worship, or depraved in it. Perhaps both, when it came to him.

The rhythm he’d slipped into with lurid ease earlier is one he finds again with the same utter lack of difficulty. Even with his injuries blurring their individual needling—a sting and a spark that pricks, stabs, all at once—into what is a cutting whole, he is dismissive of it.

Which only seemed to amuse them further. In small, sharp exhales that sounds both like a mixture dark mirth and an involuntary reaction to the fact that he’d just slid his tongue against their clit, the noises are telling ones. ‘You’re fucking unbelievable. I was… I was just joking—’ they cut themselves off with a breathless chuckle. ‘I was seriously—ghh…! J…Just joking… when I said— mmm… said you wanted to be marked and used like… a common fucktoy—’

He doesn’t believe them. Or wouldn’t, if Ais had, in fact, the lucidity to spare to actually comprehend what they said. Instead, he only hears the parts most important to him. Ais hears it and agrees.

But… they surely couldn’t fault him for paying less attention. They were close, after all, and Ais was tunnel visioning. He’d already experienced so much of them (their calm and their anger; their joy and their lust; their violence and their sex), but it was only right for Ais, being who and what he was, to crave more. Always, always more.

By now, they’d abandoned their hopeless mission to stay still, and instead recaptured some of that lost valour by holding his head in place by strands of inky black, grinding against the flat of his tongue.

Ais is being used. There’s no other way to put it. He’s being used, but it’s his open mouth, just like it’s his fingers buried in their wet heat, crooked and pressing rather incessantly against a bundle of nerves. Ais is being used, but he’s facilitating it, just like he facilitates anything they do to him.

‘Take it,’ they chant, then chant it some more. Their powerful hips make for a harsh pace, to be expected as someone with as much stamina and control as they had. It does, but Ais is an equal match in both similar and contrasting ways. He’d always been, so that was probably why he was so good getting under their skin.

It’s when the tremble in their thighs and the pitch of their voice raises; it’s when they seem to struggle between denial and continued stimulation; it’s when Ais is pretty sure they’re about to come—that he can’t help but hold them in place so that they don’t run from this.

Even when there’s a threat pulling tight around his neck. Ais is expectant, anticipatory. Hungry, even, because it tugs even closer, digs even deeper, and Ais is suddenly hit with the fear and excitement and exhilaration that if they don’t make it there fast enough, he might—

Though his world for tonight had long since centred on them and what they could do to him, it’s now that it shrinks further still. Ais knows little else but the language of sex, the musk and feel and taste and sound of it, the catharsis of pleasure and sensation and having them pushed and pulled to peaking.

He’s getting light-headed. Ais doesn’t have all that long, but even with his breath stolen from him, he works hard. What they in the business might call a good boy, except he’s fucked up enough to get off on it.

And they—

—they get there first.

Air rushes into his lungs. Ais gasps for it, but his grip on them never wavers. Neither does his touch, either, and with whatever he had on hand to use against and for them (his mouth, his tongue, his fingers, his self), he does. In a wet squeeze that coils tighter and tighter until there’s no room to fingerfuck, in a surprisingly controlled keen that he barely hears, in a dam that bursts and breaks into an oblivion—

And Ais has his fill. Of course he does. He swallows anything he’s able, their taste sliding down his throat while the rest coat his already coated face with a visibly lewd sheen. He has his fill and then some, because even after they’ve come, he doesn’t necessarily stop, and he can hear them come to that realisation in a gasp that fades into a shaky scoff.

‘Wh… What’s wrong with— with you…’ But they’re not pushing him off just yet, so he just… continues, even as they make a comment—as best they can, this close to their first, they must still be sensitive—about how at this rate, they could do anything to Ais and he’d still be ready with a willing mouth. And they aren't wrong.

They let him get a few more orgasms out of them. They do, but it’s just after the third—and Ais could have surely gone for a fourth and fifth—when they stop him with a forceful shove, his head thudding against the ground.

‘Enough.’ They clear their throat into something resembling normalcy, and then the weight of them disappears quickly enough that Ais is forced to squint at the sudden change in light. He sits up, licks his lips, then his fingers clean from where they’d just been inside them. Ever the hedonist. Ever the whore.

Ais is caught. Not that he was trying to hide it in the first place. He meets their gaze with his own, glittering as his own fingers leave his mouth with a wet pop. They had to know. The second they brought actual sex into this, opened that door that Ais himself would not have opened on his own—well. Ais wouldn’t be forgetting this anytime soon.

‘I should have cut your tongue out when I had the chance.’ To their credit, they look near immaculate, somehow. The only visible evidence was in a split lip that wasn’t there before, because their skirt covered up pretty much everything. It was Ais that bore the brunt of the encounter—in blood and sweat and cum. Ais was used entirely, and yet still is somehow smug about it. How infuriating.

‘I wouldn’t be nearly as good at eating pussy without my tongue, but if that’s what you really want—’

‘I don’t think what I want in that regard matters. It’s never happening again.’

‘Never?’ Ais grins. ‘Then why did it happen at all?’

A warm washcloth is his answer. They’re a little indelicate in cleaning his face, but he only laughs—rough aftercare was hardly much of a comparison to anything else that had happened tonight. His face, neck and cheek still sung in protest, but he’s heedless of his own self-ruin. As Ais always is. Thinks of how much more he could get from them, even.

It’s when they pull out a first aid kit, a mild frown knitting their features, that he shakes his head. The frown only grows, and when they speak, they sound incredulous. ‘What do you mean, no? You’re truly going to walk about like that?’

‘You gave them to me,’ he says, simply. ‘My choice what I want to do with them, isn’t it?’

‘You are so weird.’

‘Seems like that’s just what you need.’ He takes another look at them. Notes the lines of their form, less taut, less tight. ‘You seem more relaxed, sister. Maybe all you really needed was good head.’ And he just so happened to be capable of giving incredible head.

‘If I told you that’s all I needed, would you leave me alone?’

‘You would be lying if you said that. So no. I wouldn’t.’

A sigh. ‘Your arrogance will come back to bite you.’

‘As long as it’s by your teeth.’

The words make them glance at his neck, though at this angle, his hair is obscuring the bulk of it. They must’ve surely wanted to have said something, but when they open their mouth, their words are curt, professional. ‘I’ve left the key in the bathroom. Clean up in there before you head out.’

With a languid stretch, rather catlike in nature, he stands.

By now, the bathroom at these private establishments was a familiar sight. He does do as they say, but when the tedious part is over, Ais finds himself staring at the mirror. Four lines of red on his cheek, a wicked double puncture on his neck, and most presently, most vividly:

carved onto his chest.

Ais smirks, amused. The lines of bleeding red running from each letter have dried, but the letters themselves still look viscerally fresh, and it is in the garish brand that Ais is assured, once again, that they needed this as much as he did. Escalation in this particular way only to cut things off now was a denial, and for both their sakes, he wouldn’t allow that to happen.

They needed him just like he needed them. And so long as that remained true, and so long as that remained fact and not fiction, he would seek them out. Just as he has been doing, and just as he will continue to do.

Even if they lied about the key being in the bathroom.

Still, when he makes it back to the bedroom, he’s not surprised to see them absent. Without fanfare nor farewell. They never were one for sticking around once they did their duties in checking to see if Ais was… all there. (He never needed it. Not really.)

The lie had also turned about to be a mislead. Because there, on top of the sheets of a double bed that seemed entirely unnecessary to their encounters—was a silver key.

How sweet. So they did care enough to keep their word.

And how very Aislike that he already knew what to say to them about it for the next time they met. Sooner rather than later.

He’d make sure of it.

BONUS:

‘Tell me something, Ais.’

It seemed Vere’s disgust was doomed to be a common occurrence when it came to Ais’ particular encounters in the Amaryllis district, but Ais only smirks at the tone, already amused.

Some days had already passed since he saw them last, and while most of the superficial damage that had been caused was gone, there were a couple of graphic exceptions—ones that did not need Vere’s perceptiveness to pick up on. (Vere was unique in that he was one of the few that dared to ask Ais about them, however.)

Honestly, it was kind of gross. Vere definitely thought as much. After all, Ais hadn’t done much to treat them outside of cleaning off the excess blood, so his wounds simply sat there and festered. But that they could at all was so very… exciting.

‘Did you happen to have a run in with a particularly degrading and monstrously vicious cat?’

The smirk only grows wider. ‘You could say that.’

Vere clicks his tongue, disapproving. ‘I always knew Sabri was twisted,’ he starts, and Ais’ ears perk at the name. He doesn’t interrupt Vere, but the information is filed away with no small amount of glee—something to be used the next time they met. They were going to be so angry. ‘Maybe I should consider myself unfortunate they only propositioned me once. If they tried the same on me…’

‘Really?’ Ais arches an amused brow. Given their interesting… history, it was hard to imagine Sabri—what a novelty knowing a name was—doing something like that, enough it was unintentional comedy in unlikeliness. ‘Them?’

‘Yes. They told me they were going to give me their virginity, then did and left straight after.’ Here, Vere sniffs rather haughtily, and Ais has to laugh a bit at the miffed look on his face. ‘No build up. No chase. I asked them what they’d do if I said no, and they just shrugged and told me they’d find someone else. What kind of response is that? Did they learn seduction tactics from a brick wall?’

‘They can’t have been a bad lay, though.’

‘No,’ Vere answers, though it is punctuated by a very endearing scowl. ‘They weren’t. But their horrible bedside manner leaves much to be desired. I think it would have been far less offensive if the sex was bad. But it was everything around it that was.’

And, as Vere details just what “everything around it” happened to be, while Ais did dutifully listen, he also thought about just how mad he’d make them if he called them by their name. A thought that fills him with an untold amount of excitement.

A new weapon to spark their ire, have it ignite into glorious, glorious fury. One he so looked forward to seeing again. And again. And again.

And… again.

for getting this far, have this fun little tidbit: the conception of this fic: here. take care, and if you give me your thoughts, you will make my day. <3

#gumi writes #f:touchstarved #hahahaha i blacked out and wrote this #you know that one film that ends with a bride having just watched her inlaws die after they tried to kill her #and she's wearing a brides dress that's covered in blood and she just sits on the steps and smokes and the camera pans out #me rn #bloodspring

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axl-rose-lover-1987 · 8 months

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“Jealousy”

Izzy Stradlin x reader

slight smut not rlly tho

GNR was on tour with Skid Row and you had tagged along with your boyfriend Izzy. So here you sat next to him and with the rest of the guys and the guys of Skid Row. “So y/n I’m running out of the hotel because this guys chasing me yelling THAT WAS MY GIRLFRIEND ASS HOLE” Sebastian Bach said to you telling you one of his many entertaining and odd stories. “Oh my god Sebastian your insane” you said laughing. You and Sebastian had been talking the whole night he was a lot of fun to talk to. You didn’t think Izzy really minded after all he wasn’t normally the jealous type and he didn’t get very jealous when you hung out with the guys in GNR so you didn’t think he’d mind if you and Sebastian were talking and having a good time…

Izzy’s POV:

I’m good at staying chill and stuff I guess and I really don’t get that jealous but seeing y/n laugh like that and seeing Sebastian look at her like that really made my blood boil. No one is supposed to look at her like that or make her laugh like that except me. She was my world and I didn’t need some stupid guy like Sebastian stealing her from me. I trust y/n I really do and I don’t mind at all if she talks to my friends like Axl or Slash and them but something about her and Sebastian talking like that really pissed me off.

….

Izzy was being super quiet like more quiet than usual he had sunglasses on so you couldn’t really see where he was looking but he wasn’t paying much attention to you. He did have his hand on your thigh though. You were wearing a little black skirt it was one of Izzys favorites so you wore it for him, and you also weren’t wearing panties. “You’re awful quiet tonight iz” you whispered against his chest. He sipped his drink and didn’t even look at you. “Iz?” You said now a little annoyed. “I’m tired ok y/n” Izzy said back. Geez what’s his problem you thought. You sat there talking to Sebastian and the other guys some more. Sebastian and Axl were telling some stories and everyone was enjoying themselves. You noticed Izzys hand kept crawling up your leg and closer to inside your skirt. It got quiet for a little bit then. “Hey y/n how long have you lived in LA?” Sebastian asked you. Izzys hand was now inside your skirt. You pretended not to notice. “About 3 years now” you said. Before Sebastian could answer someone called his name and he had to leave to conversation to see what they wanted. You were honestly glad so you could talk to Izzy about what the hell he was doing. “Not here Izzy” you whispered to him. Izzy said nothing but was now rubbing your clit with his fingers. “This is what you get for wearing that skirt and talking to other guys” Izzy said back. “Oh my God Izzy are you jealous of me and-“ your voice was now raised but Sebastian came back and sat down. “Anyway sorry y/n where were we?” Sebastian asked. “W-we” Izzys finger shot up into your now wet pussy “W-we were t-talking about L-LA” you said as Izzys finger pulsed inside you. Sebastian looked concerned. “Are you ok y/n?” he asked. No you weren’t ok you were pissed at Izzy for being this petty. Izzy now pulled his fingers out of you“I’m sorry Sebastian excuse us” you said climbing over Izzy and pulling him out of the booth and outside of the bar. “What the fuck is your problem right now?” You said to Izzy. “I’m fine why are you all prissy” Izzy asked you being defensive. “I’m not stupid Izzy” you said. “I never said you were” Izzy said back at you. “Your jealous of me talking to Sebastian aren’t you” you said in a little bit of an angry way you weren’t mad he was jealous you were mad he decided to pull that stupid stunt in front of everyone. Izzy staid quiet now looking at his feet. “Yeah maybe I was ok” Izzy said all the anger in his voice completely gone. “So why didn’t you just tell me?” You said.

Izzys POV:

Y/n was upset and it was because of me what I did was stupid and now I had to fix it. “Maybe because your perfect in every way and I’m not I don’t deserve you and seeing you talk to him like that just made me feel threatened and I wanted to show him that your mine all mine and no one else can have you and I love you and I’m sorry for being jealous and for being like that it’s not like me” all that came out of mouth so fast and without thinking it just came out naturally. And it was all the truth it was how I felt. Y/n looked a little taken aback.

…

What Izzy said surprised you sometimes he wasn’t good at telling you how he felt but he really did this time and you were proud you went up to hug him. “I’m sorry you felt like that babe” you said hugging him. “It’s not your fault I’m sorry” izzy said. “I’m sorry too” you said. You guys stood there hugging each other for a few mins. “Can we go home now?” You asked. “Of course sweetheart and what I did in there was only a little bit of what I’m going to do to you tonight.” Izzy said grabbing your hand and winking. You laughed and walked down the dark street hand and hand with him.

#guns n roses #axl rose #izzy stradlin x reader #izzy stradlin #izzy gnr #gnr fanfiction #fanfic #rock band

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jemmo · 10 months

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Seonwoo is sooooo messy, I love it and hate it, he brings that drama but at what cost???? The way he kept teasing Junsung, GOD he’s so annoying I had to take a deep breath

this man. this fucking man. I don’t just wanna go out and say I can’t stand him but maybe I just do. idk. im also interested in him and the way he works even when those ways are so twisted, bc it’s like I can see where he’s come from and why he’s like this, a person that literally came out a week before the show in his 30s who has this outward persona and confidence and chatty and outgoing but he’s so unwilling to actually share his thoughts and feelings, it’s like I can see this huge void between what he presents and who he is and a need to please people mixed with who you are not being the normal thing people want seems to put all the puzzle pieces together.

that being said, it’s that thing of I can understand where you’re coming from and what your deal is but I can also objectively not like it. a reason is not an excuse, and when he sat with hyungjin and said I am what I am, that’s me, that changed my approach towards him then. before, I thought he needed someone to break through that exterior and help him take down that guard and get to the core of him, but now I’m more thinking ok that might be a part of it but I also don’t think how you behave is a mask, it’s part of you, and whatever you perceive yourself as, you don’t have a problem with, which makes things a bit easier for me bc now I don’t feel the need to reason his behaviour. his actions are his actions and I’ll see them now I see them.

so saying that… he’s a bitch. I don’t know if this is my roommates for endgame rose-tinted glasses, but his behaviour has bitchiness in it, the way he continually finds ways to bring up sungho to junsung, rub it in his face that he’s dated him while he hasn’t, it’s the hypocritical-ness of it all for me that’s the worst bc he said he’s uncomfortable in this love triangle situation continuously in ep 7, and yet he’s the one seeking out junsung to set themselves up as rivals. he’s the one at that table who called them rivals, and junsung is the one that said he doesn’t like competitiveness, doesn’t like tension. at this point, he seeks out junsung to talk about their rivalry more so than he seeks out sungho, the one he actually likes, to hang out with him. and I think I said in tags before, that this need to compete with junsung comes from jealousy and insecurity, bc he isn’t like junsung, and can’t bring himself to be. junsung is certain and steadfast and straightforward and bold and seonwoo can’t do any of that. he isn’t a person that can express himself that easily. and instead of explaining that difference to junsung and sungho, instead of seeing that difference, bc he sees it as an insecurity is why he twists it into this rivalry, a way to prove he can be all those things that junsung is, that he wants to be.

and it’s the way he acts this way, pushing this love triangle narrative, while still being the one talking to and keeping doors open to other people. like i can’t bear to watch yonghee anymore bc i adore him so much and I need seonwoo to cut that tie instead of keeping him tethered with this promise of id like to date you someday, bc when will the day come. I get that they haven’t had a chance, but so haven’t so many other people. so many of the pairs that are interested in each other, like sungho and junsung, like minsung and hyeongjun, haven’t dated, and yet their feelings and connections are strong. you don’t need a date for that, you can foster that in the house, and a date can then serve as a chance to check or affirm those feelings. seonwoo strings yonghee along like if only we had a chance to date, then I’d be able to see whether I’m interested or not, when they have had time, they’ve talked a lot, and I just want seonwoo to give him more than there’s maybe a chance of cut it off altogether bc he can know by now if there’s a feeling, he can give some indication of whether this is more than just returning kindness or feeling sorry or wanting to comfort him. and that maddens me, bc it keeps yonghee in this state of tunnel vision when there’s so many other people around him giving him kindness that he can’t see with those blinders on. but no, seonwoo will keep that flame alight only just while feeding into this love triangle and acting like he’s frustrated by it. like… dude if junsung wasn’t in the equation, you’d still be in a love triangle bc sungho is apparently not the only person you’re open to. you’d just be at the center of the love triangle, and is that what you want? this personality of being cowardly to share your feelings and make a move but instead wanting everyone to chase you and pursue you and have you at the center of everyone’s attention? I just can’t get behind that, that selfishness. and it makes me even more mad that he won’t acknowledge the fact that he’s a central figure in this house bc he has so many people interested in him and he won’t take on the responsibility of that place by properly addressing those interests. sungho has two people interested in him that he can’t decide between and it makes him feel stressed and awful. seonwoo had multiple people interested in him and he sleeps fine at night. it’s that difference that infuriated me, that he starts all these fires and won’t put any of them out. great for tv, great for drama, but as a person making decisions… nope.

and I think it’s very telling that hyungjin, his complete opposite, someone very honest with his feelings and straightforward that is still very personable… I think it’s very telling that I think he clocked onto him straight away. literally on their first date, the first time he met him, asking whether he was being nice to him out of affection or is he just nice to everyone. bc he saw that he is kind to a fault, to the point it purposefully obscures his true feelings and he very much said I’m not here for that, he’s off my list. and you saw that seonwoo gauged that and didn’t like it. he went to hyungjin and had it out bc he couldn’t handle someone not even not liking him, but not being interested in him, and I love that hyungjin told him straight. and sungho sees it now too and is getting mad at that constantly bright persona when he won’t sort out the situations he’s created. and I’m kinda like yes yes get mad and go find refuge in the calm and comfort of junsung pls.

bc the thing is I don’t want to see this as a rivalry. I want sungho to take time and make the decision himself bc he’s capable of that. he’s a person, not a prize, and he can like who he likes. but what got me was him saying he just wanted to go, get out and have fun, get away from the house and the drama of it. and that is drama that seonwoo has maybe not created but absolutely fostered, and made bigger (bc look at how comparatively less tense and heated the minsung love triangle is… which ofc seonwoo has to stick his nose into), and it’s junsung that says he wants to go and have fun too. it’s those things that keep affirming in me that sungho would find that kind of happiness with junsung. and I think the best thing for seonwoo is for him to be knocked down a peg or two, and have a good long look in the mirror and realise how hypocritical his behaviour is.

ok this rant turned out way wayyyy to long I hope you aren’t bored of me anon but I’ll put this under a read more to save your brain from my ramblings. but thank you for your ask and hit me up with whatever his man 2 anons you want bc clearly I have a lot of opinions and I ain’t afraid to share them

#all this to be said… im so glad he’s here #this series is seriously gripping and enthralling and amazing and you can’t deny that the drama he brings helps fuel that #I just also don’t want that to sell anyone else short bc this has kinda become a perfect cast and I think they’re all giving so much to the #show and I don’t want that overshadowed by seonwoo and his drama #his man 2

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fallingdeeperintothispit · 5 months

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10 characters/10 fandoms

Thanks for tagging me @dirtbag-linecook-kyloren! Let’s get into it 🦆

We’re gonna go chronologically just like the post I was tagged in because it’s late and I have no original thoughts!!

1. Kirishima Eijirou / Boku No Hero Academia

So sweet. My boy. And so criminally underrated. I feel like I really connected with this character back when I was in the fandom, because for those who don’t know his origin story was that he was super boring and bland in the (Japanese equivalent of) middle school, and when he got to high school he had completely changed his personality and flourished. I wanted to be him in a way, strong and brave. (Was this where issues with gender began? Maybe.)

2. Pitch Black / Rise of the Guardians

HOOOOH BOY. So many people identify Jack Frost as their first animated crush, but goddamn it if I didn’t immediately start being totally obsessed with Pitch. Now, as the years have passed, it’s become difficult for me to tell if I wanted to be with him or /be him/, but I always thought that he deserved much better than he got.

3. Sokka / Avatar the Last Airbender

Sensing a pattern? Yep it’s another unappreciated side character used for relief that I identified with and stuck to like a cactus. I actually really liked his character when I first watched the show, and now am an avid Zukka fan! Will I ever write a fic for that? Maybe. But don’t worry, Kylux will forever and always be my main source of inspo. Those blorbos were made for each other.

4. Runaan / The Dragon Prince

Listen. LISTEN. I started watching this show years ago and it is SUCH A COMFORT. I adore it. As I watched the show, of course I immediately connected with Soren, but something about Runaan’s character and the fact that he was so powerful and cut off but also a father and a lover and he NEVER GOT JUSTICE,,, it impacted me. I’ve read every SCRAP of fic I can about his life pre-TDP. Love him to death. Save my boy next season please!!

5. Saiki / The Disastrous Life of Saiki K.

Something about a generfluid aromatic main character just hit home for me. The fact that it was so normal that Saiki was born a girl and just changed his gender and no one cares is such a tiny moment in the show but it introduced the idea of “this is ok” to me. I hold that show in a special place in my heart. Doesn’t hurt that it’s also hilarious.

6. Muriel / Good Omens Season 2

We come to the present! Or, well, a few months ago present. Loved the kiss scene. Cried at the ending. Something about Muriel made me want to protect them. They’re so,,, blorbo. Kinda reminds me of Mitaka, now that I think about it 🧐

7. Jim / Our Flag Means Death

Oh boy. OHHHHHH BOY. Him. I love him. I want to be him. Just,,,, JIM. His origin story, his love interest, his bloodthirsty personality, that one scene with Spanish Jackie… just a chef’s kiss all around.

8. Armitage Hux / Star Wars - Sequel Trilogy

SAY IT WITH ME: “HE WAS DONE DIRTY!!” He had so much potential and they just SQUANDERED IT. He could have been the next Thrawn! He had the brains for it, and the wit. I don’t know why Ylasmirs aren’t used more in Star Wars cannon. Did I mention that Hux was a GENIUS?! He built a better, more powerful Death Star and was killed by A CHARACTER THE FANDOM HAD JUST MET. Also, he was the spy??? REALLY?? …I’m so normal about him.

9. Clyde / Logan Lucky

Recently watched this movie with my family and adored it. It’s up there in my list of Perfect Heist Movies! I feel like Clyde’s character was really well executed, and at no point was he made lesser for being an amputee, which I really enjoyed. Also, with the Ferrari movie coming out, maybe another heist is set to happen 👀

10. Stensland / Crashpad

Listen. This movie. This fucking movie. It was SO BAD. And kinda misogynistic? But… I really enjoyed Domhall’s acting. Stensland was lovable and dumb and my heart ached for him when he got rejected. Does that excuse the movie’s weird ending? No. But I still like the character.

Honorable Mention: Captain Phasma / Star Wars - Sequel Trilogy

I love Gwendolyn Christie. I love a woman who can beat the shit out of me. I love a woman in armor. Need I say more? Also, that character’s death was very anticlimactic and I feel like she should have been in TROS.

No-pressure tags! @fridayincarnate @dragonflies-draw-flame @ironsoulmaker

#ask game #armitage hux #captain phasma #saiki kusuo #sokka #stensland #clyde logan #kirishima eijirou #runaan #jim ofmd #muriel #pitch black

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