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sugar-petals · 3 years

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SuperM Fluff & NSFW Notes

↳ 🌹aka some of their romantic antics plus random 18+ imagines 👋

warnings ⚠️ rated (super) m, boyfriends hc, porn mentions, partial fem!reader, sex toys

FLUFF

since baekhyun knows how to make scented candles, he creates one for you as a birthday present with your favorite fragrances.

every entry in mark’s diary involves fond thoughts about you.

taemin kisses you more than his cat kkoongie on a daily basis so let that sink in. his smooch obsession is getting out of hand.

lucas, having giant fingers after all, learns how to knit in order to make you a warm scarf. he’s still a bit clumsy with it and had to call kun for advice, but the result is surprisingly proper and quickly becomes your favorite item. it’s a little huge but well, he thinks in his dimensions. lucas’ next project is a beanie.

ten overwhelms you with pet names. in fact, he seemingly seems to come up with a new one each day.

kai is a candlelight dinner, rose petals and music kinda guy. he does every old-school thing in the book.

taeyong can cuddle endlessly in bed. he just doesn’t wanna leave.

lucas gladly shares his sweaters. they’re ginormous so, perfect cuddle material.

baekhyun is already a fool. so — when he falls in love, he becomes an even bigger fool. or, the contrary happens: he becomes dead silent around his partner because he’s so enthralled. he can take this more seriously than you think.

mark likes to write little cards and many many texts to express his love.

lucas is the type who can help you put on your jeans when they were shrinking a bit too much in the dryer. he’s pretty sexy like that and things can get really touchy.

cheesy fucking kai, and there’s only one guy who would do this, has actually lowered himself over a puddle once so you would have a bridge. brushed it off like a daily workout rep.

not one shower missed without baekhyun joining you. yes, it’s not always sexy time, he likes it when you shampoo his hair and whisper sweet nothings. and obviously: it’ll all devolve to a laughing fit.

taeyong is the type who wants to be proposed to.

taemin will get a motorcycle license and take you for a frequent ride. he loves getting those kind of back hugs.

both ten and lucas are great at making bracelets. wayv’s dorm is fully equipped with charms, strings, and pearls, so expect matching ones for you.

we’ve seen it, that one’s his favorite move. kai wraps his hand around your shoulder when you walk together.

mark will ALWAYS share his melon.

making you swoon on a DVD evening is lucas’ favorite hobby. he will buy you the most sugary-sweet romance movies. he will often browse streaming sites to select the latest sentimental plots. all these dramas seem to have a male lead who is suspiciously tall and lanky.

if you allow him, taeyong customizes your white tees with his cute drawings.

since taemin swims in money thanks to his profession as the god of kpop (yes, this is a registered job name because i say so), he can fulfill you any wish. he’s stingy and pouty when the shinee hyungs can pay, and the motherfucker baekhyun is even richer since his albums have been taking off so he opens his mochi wallet when superm is gathered, but you... are a different case. taemin will humbly empty his entire pockets when he overhears you gushing over something. there’s a voice in his mind going: must splurge!!

mark loves christmas, you establish an annual tradition to stage a whole couple evening.

baekhyun likes to play charades and especially do karaoke with you. he’s always cutely wiggling his butt and dances like a drunk uncle. he hits the high notes anyway and makes sure you score 100 points.

taeyong can make out with you while at the same time making sure that the milk doesn’t get burned on the stove. kiss’n’stirr multitask tyong alert. gotta make sure the cocoa is served in time, you know.

all the members enjoy playing board games. yep, imagine the fun and sheer chaos.

lucas has the funniest laugh ever indeed. he’ll react to all your jokes, no matter how lame they might be. intensely reassuring.

taemin’s hand is basically glued to yours.

taeyong and mark are the kinds of boyfriends that spoil their partner with skincare. fancy a nice face massage with a nice fragrant oil?

baekhyun has been baking heart-shaped pizzas ever since you started dating. he just can’t make them round anymore.

mark will join you on anything you’re currently bingewatching.

kai sometimes — only half-jokingly — goes down on both knees bowing forward with his hands on the ground just to show how much he wants to thank you. in case you didn’t notice: this guy treats you like a deity.

ten usually gets confused glances from the other members whenever he gets the current date wrong: he simply loses track of time with you.

lucas makes a habit of buying you flowers every other week. but on unpredictable occasions, and he arranges them in places you’d never expect.

taemin will build you a weird-looking snowman to make you laugh, and give it an even stranger name. ten will build one that looks like you. kai doesn’t build snowmen, he just stands there challenging you to throw snow balls at him.

mark will hang out with you at the beach constantly bringing his guitar. he’ll serenade you all the time.

returning from three months of touring, baekhyun has once climbed your balcony when your parents were in the other room. yep, he was that desperate to see you. somebody give this man a rope and helmet.

taeyong writes down heartfelt confessions on 365 folded slips of paper so you can open one every day. your reactions will range from ‘awwh!’ to straight-up tears.

ten does regular couple yoga with you. a mildly challenging form, not the circus acrobat version. he’ll do the difficult parts anyway. you can pretzel this guy up, he’ll do anything to make you laugh.

when it rains you hook your arm around his, and lucas always holds the umbrella. even the wildest gush of wind can’t make it turn inside out. you arrive home entirely dry. xuxi is so cute, he’s also a great source of cooling shadow in the summer without even trying.

taemin’s skinship overdrive doesn’t stop with endless hand-holding, back hugs and kisses. he wants to lay down in your lap whenever he can. he looks damn pretty with his hair splaying there. if you work on your laptop, you can pretty much count to ten and he’s already nestled there.

kai does pushups with you on his back. it’s a staple. each time he does one, he says ‘i love you’. he increases his count every day.

NSFW

it’s no secret that taeyong is great at acting or pulling off any outfit and costume. expect roleplay of the finest kind — literally. he looks good in a firefighter uniform. you’ll be burning up pretty much automatically.

taemin can’t keep his tongue in. it’s terrible. he’s always in the mood for head. his sloppy noises are the absolute worst, it turns you on way too fast.

lucas had some major problems finding condoms that fit him.

ten and taemin are so switchy, they have an unresolved power struggle going on. begs for a dominant third party to help them out.

kai owns expensive latex gear.

baekhyun may be the king of vocals and breath technique, but if you push him far enough he does get hoarse.

taemin often jokes how kai will one day break his dick from fucking too hard.

meanwhile, mark’s dick is already falling off – from fucking too often. this guy has some major hormones going for him. no surprise, a guy who can promote in four kpop groups at the same time is a stamina king.

taeyong likes eating pussy with another party involved. three’s a crowd my friend. sometimes it’s taemin who unleashes his spit waterfall power, sometimes it’s baekhyun who preoccupies himself with nibbling at the inner thigh while taeyong digs in.

taemin owns the most underwear.

mark takes valerian drops because he is so nervous in bed. it never really goes away, it’s his nature.

taeyong keeps a lube collection. a different flavor for all occasions. he likes associating certain scents with specific body parts.

kai has a heels kink. he literally goes wild over it.

taemin likes to have sex with favorite glasses on.

taeyong and kai are the most likely to cry during sex. baekhyun as well if you rough him up enough.

mark gets rock hard the fastest, followed by kai. he’s a grower.

taeyong gets the best inspiration for a song when he gets a casual dick riding.

taemin watches extremely x-rated erotic thrillers and bdsm flicks that are heavy on the plot. he gets more invested in the characters and actors than you think. since his japanese is amazing? of course he also owns a giant 90s hentai collection.

when he’s jerking off, baekhyun chokes himself. a) because he’d make too much noise otherwise and b) because asphyxiation is his favorite thing.

kai feels pleasure in his every cell. he cums the hardest. and, as you can expect, his body expresses it the most extremely, accurately, passionately. if you’ve seen it even once, you’ll never look at him the same again.

taemin has less experience than his discography claims, but more than you’d think. he researches sexual techniques as well. you can brace yourself.

mark has not just a tiger inside, but a freak inside, waiting to be unleashed.

sex while gaming is a go-to activity for baekhyun.

lucas has the best stamina when it comes to getting head.

taemin throws his head back during sex. and no, he doesn’t T-pose. i’m kidding — of course he does. but only when he’s on his back.

taeyong tends to grip a pillow when he cums.

or he humps one when he’s by himself.

ten has the best taste in sexy time playlists.

baekhyun has the best taste in singing his own playlist along.

oh, the things kai has bought at a gas station at 3AM.

baekhyun sucks strap the best. he can open his mouth the widest, drools a lot, and makes the best noises unsurprisingly.

how to turn on lee taemin? he likes getting slapped.

since he’s the most avid and most diverse eater, lucas’ sperm tastes the best. he’s shove 50 fruits into his system just to give you a sweet experience.

mark is absolutely a starfish.

kai wears fishnet tops if you fancy it.

curiously, baekhyun out of all people doesn’t announce when he’s cumming. you’ll hear it, though.

taeyong’s dildo collection is one for the books.

taemin has visited a pro dominatrix a couple times. needless to say, he was the #1 favorite client at the dungeon. having fully submerged into a fantasy world, taemin was one whip crack away from falling in love with the mistress. but then covid happened and the venue closed.

mark’s dick looks really pretty.

taemin can grind on the strap at every humanly possible angle. he’s almost always ready to take it. he carries a prep kit.

kai — that fucker — knows how to make you wet the most with his bare hands. prepare for the thigh ride of your life, too.

taeyong, baekhyun, and taemin have the best arches. kai is coming for the top three as well. ten’s arch is so good, it can’t be considered one anymore.

baekhyun knows every adult movie out there. theoretically, nothing can shock him. in reality, he melts in your hands.

taeyong is so sexually active with you, he has quit eating garlic.

kai will exploit your muscle kink in any way he can.

taemin, being a devil, has that one button on his phone that he can press when you go out for dinner. he’s OBSESSED with getting you off. once you head home, it’s basically running down your thighs.

ten has once opened a condom with scissors to scare away a date that grew weird on him by the time it got to the do.

lucas is too tall for doing missionary normally.

this will surprise nobody: mark is great at constantly keeping up the dirty talk.

baekhyun’s car is sort of like a brothel on wheels. he can’t count how many times he got down and dirty in there. he cleans it all up by himself.

kai can technically grip you the hardest but he’s the gentlest and great at caressing the whole body.

taemin has the easiest time saying what precisely he wants. he is also the best people reader — most your wishes he can pretty intuit. taemin observes your interests well.

ten likes his hair pulled and makes angelic noises when you do so.

baekhyun likes camgirls and erotic chats with strangers online. he spends a lot of money for nsfw internet encounters.

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blxetsi · 3 years

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armin arlert, mikasa ackerman, and eren jaeger polyamorous headcanons (modern au)

armin arlert x gn!reader, mikasa ackerman x gn!reader, eren jaeger x gn!reader, mikasa x armin x eren x gn!reader

warnings: uhh fluff, this is very long, reader has a gf b4 getting w ema,

this is like my first post since feb that isnt a request 😍😍😍 how did i pull this out of my ass

- obv eren, mikasa, and armin have been besties since childhood so its no wonder they all got together first 🤩🙏

- and theyre all hot so why wouldnt they wanna date each other

- i think armin and eren wouldve gotten together first, and then invited mikasa into their relationship

- the three of them have been officially going steady for like over a year now, and its going really well

- they didnt really expect you to drop into their lives tho

- youre an old friend of historia's and you two reconnected after you moved to the city, securing yourself a decent paying job working as a writer for the city paper

- you usually get the boring stuff, never able to get a good story to write about, focusing your time on heartwarming stories in the community or the sports column

- its boring but it pays the bills

- you were thankful when historia called you during your lunch and asked if you wanted to get drinks at a bar with her and a couple of other friends

- of course you said yes

- so historia and her girlfriend ymir picked you up after work, having dinner with them after a long week was the best, but you were a bit nervous to meet all of their friends

- thats how you met eren, mikasa and armin

- at first you were sure that mikasa and eren were dating, seeing as mikasa had her head on the taller man's shoulder, while his arm was wrapped around her

- but when armin leaned down to give mikasa a kiss before heading off to the bar you werent so sure

- ymir pulled you away to get more drinks and explained to you what the situation was, while commenting on the way you gawked at the three of them before

- you were embarassed to say the least but they didnt bring it up that night so you hoped the throuple didnt notice (they did)

- you really hit it off with all of them though, especially sasha and jean, and were constantly talked about among the friend group

- because of your demanding job dealing with writers block and deadlines you couldnt really meet up with all of them often, usually just having sleepovers at ymir and historia's apartment, the three of you drinking while you wrote on your laptop

- after a couple months of casual hangouts with historia and ymir and their friends, you kinda became one of them too which was nice

- you were added to the groupchat, you all followed each other on social media, and a certain brunet had taken a liking to you

- eren didnt know why exactly he was so attracted to you but he was, maybe it was your hair, or how pretty your skin looked even when oily or with breakouts, maybe it was your smile or your body or your sense of humor or you kindness or maybe it was all of it

- eren jaeger would always stay faithful to his boyfriend and girlfriend, but maybe they could add another person into the mix, more to love right ?

- he had only known you for a couple of months though, he didnt want to jump the gun and bring this up with his partners so soon, especially if they didnt feel the same way he did

- and it would be a bummer if you turned out to be a bad person or smth

- so summer rolls around with lots of memories being made with your new friends, as well as friends from work, and you get a girlfriend ??

- shes not really your girlfriend you two have only been out on a couple of dates and she kisses you a lot but, you havent talked about labels

- one night you, along with your friends are back at the same bar where you first met them

"so, tell us about the girl youre seeing." ymir says, smirking over her beer.

eren's ears perked up at the mention of you seeing someone. "girl ?"

historia nodded. "mhm ! y/n's been talking to someone recently, they've gone on dates and kissed and stuff."

"and stuff, jesus tori you make it sound like we've had sex." you sighed.

the blonde just laughed, leaning her body onto her freckled companion.

"well ? what about her ?" eren asks. armin slapped him on the arm, already having suspicions about eren's interest in you.

your shoulders sagged. "well, she's great and everything, truly..."

"but ? is there a but in this ?" connie asked. sasha started laughing at connie's use of the word but, while jean slapped the girl on the arm because of her reaction.

you shrugged, swirling what was left of your fruity cocktail in your glass. "well, i'm not sure. she's very lively, and sweet. but i don't know, i just don't see myself being able to be in a steady relationship with her."

"so you're gonna end it ?" eren asked. you thought he seemed a bit too eager about your failure in the love department.

"why do you care so much ? you like the thought of me being lonely ?" you shot back, before downing the rest of your drink.

"no i just-"

"i think what eren means is," mikasa intervened, her smooth voice calming you as she looked at you with a smile on her face. "is that there's no point in staying with her if you can't see yourself with her. don't lead her on."

you nodded. "you're exactly right my friend. which is the plan for tonight because i," you quickly checked the time on your phone. 8:17. "have a date with miss molly at nine, so i will be taking my leave."

the group engaged in a chorus of boos for leaving so early, while you chuckled and took the lighthearted insults thrown at you by sasha and connie with ease. grabbing all of your things you put down two twenties onto the table. "i'll see you guys later, have a goodnight." as you walked off you heard jean yell "have a good time you heartbreaker !" making you shake your head

- the date with molly went less then well. she yelled, and cried, and even tried hitting you at one point. your walk back from the park was spent blocking her on every form of social media you followed her on, and when you got back to your apartment you spent the night in a hot bath before retiring to bed

- meanwhile, armin and mikasa were trying to pry the truth out of eren, who was constantly denying his attraction to you

- finally mikasa took one for the team "eren, you aren't alone with the way you feel, i do too." this made eren more willing to open up to his partners

- armin doesnt say anything about you, only saying how youre kind. he doesnt feel the way that his girlfriend and boyfriend do, but he knows that may change

- soon enough, more time flies and christmas rolls around, with you all deciding to have a secret santa get together.

- historia invites everyone to her home on christmas eve, with ymir begrudgingly allowing it

- bertholdt and annie come too, reiner not being able to make it due to going home for christmas, while everyone else decided to stay in the city

- you picked out your secret santas at the beginning of november so you would all have enough time to find something for each other, you hoped whoever picked your name gave you something good

- after hours of games and karaoke and drinking you all decided it was time to open the presents

- ymir got socks from bertholdt, connie got an ugly beanie from ymir, historia got new pens from mikasa, mikasa got knitting needles from annie, annie got a dumbell from eren, jean got a not so appropriate t shirt from connie, jean gave sasha more comic books, armin gave new stationary paper to bertholdt, sasha gifted you that new biography you've been wanting to read and you gave armin your old copy of frankenstein by mary shelley

- he was surprised but very thankful, "how did you know i needed a new copy ?" "well i remember you said eren spilt water on your old one, and the pages just stuck together so i thought you might as well have mine"

- it warmed armin's heart that you remembered something so insignificant, and opened him up to the thought of being with you

- the rest of the night was spent with hugs and thankfulness, cheering when the clock struck 12 and it became christmas day

- after getting things cleaned up everyone decided it was time to leave, with armin, eren and mikasa offering to give you a ride home

- a ride where armin straight up kissed you in the backseat

- you stopped him of course, thinking that it was weird he would cheat on his partners right in front of them, while they were shocked all on their own for different reasons, armin who didnt have feelings for you KISSED you

- and surprisingly armin took the lead in explaining how he felt, why he kissed you, an apology for doing so, and an offer to start dating all three of them

- your heart was pounding in your ears and your entire face felt hot, it was probably the alcohol, or the way his lips felt so soft when they touched yours, so you said yes.

- its not smooth sailing from there

- youre kind of awkward

- this is your first relationship where you really feel like you could love these guys (you already do) but its also your first relationship with multiple people

- the trio start inviting you over more often, soon for sleepovers, and start inviting themselves over at your own place, mainly eren

- he just comes at random times, sometimes when youre not even there and waits for you, or stays and cleans up a bit before leaving

- armin and you share a deep love of literature, and you often find yourselves in hot debates about whatever youve read (mikasa and eren have to pry you two away before things get physical)

- mikasa likes to cook with you, she shares recipes that her mom taught her, and her and armin love to cook dinner together whereas eren is the breakfast maker of the household

- the first time you slept in the same bed as them you were so nervous your whole body thumped to the tune of your heartbeat, you were convinced armin could even hear it as he was laying beside you, but eren wrapped an arm around your waist, pulling you into his large chest before whispering "youre as stiff as a board, relax honey"

- eren snores, mikasa drools, armin has those dreams where you fall and then violently wake up before you hit the ground

- slowly but surely you stop thinking about your relationship as the trio and you, but as all of you together, and that really helps you come out of your shell a bit

- you may still be in the honeymoon phase, and there may be bumps along the way, but you like being with armin, eren, and mikasa. they make you so happy, it feels like the happiest youve been in a long time

- you like watching eren and armin dance in the living room while you and mikasa cuddle on the couch, before the boys pull you two up as well

- you like when armin reads to you, his soft voice reciting the words of the great gatsby

- you like it when eren can just tell youve had a rough day, and pulls you into a hug like hes protecting you from all the bad things in the world

- you love being with them. you love them. and you think that theyre it for you

i rushed the ending bc im fucking tired but i kinda wanna do a poly!series with like sasha, connie and jean, or annie, bertholdt and reiner, or any other poly ships u guys may request !

so yeah pls give me feedback it rlly helps me figure out whether you want a polyamorous series (or just like what i write in general), and it would be my first series ever which would be super cool anyways

yeah requests open for poly!ships anyways

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sweetwritertanya · 4 years

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Nothing To Be Jealous About (Yoongi)

Summary: You know something is wrong with Yoongi but you can’t quite understand what or why. When you two finally discuss it, turns out is something you didn’t even realize and it leads to quite an unexpected result.

Warnings: SMUT!! This was not supposed to be a smutty fic, but I kind of had this idea and… well, I just had to write it in this installment of the series. The final two should be just fluffy one-shots! Anyway, for this one be prepared for: swearing, mention of past insecurities of reader, erotic body touching, belly kink, grinding, unprotected sex (don’t do as I write, do as I say!), pulling out, missionary position, aftercare.

Word Count: 4010

You know something is wrong. In fact, you are more than sure of it. You just couldn’t quite figure out what, or why.

Yoongi is extremely quiet. More so than usual as he drives you two back to your place, after an evening with your friends at a birthday party. Eyes set on the road, radio turned on but with no reaction from him, jaw tense and moving from side to side every other time. The last time he even spoke to you was to tell you he was leaving, just announcing it instead of asking if you were ready to go like he usually did. He knew you depended on him to drive you home, so he always made sure you were ready to leave, enduring the social gathering for a bit longer than he would if not for you.

You pressed your lips together and couldn’t help the way your eyebrows pulled together with worry. Maybe he was mad at you for convincing him to come to the birthday party when he wouldn’t know anyone there. Even with the promise of staying with him all the time, not letting him be pushed to the side and ignored, something you refused to do no matter the circumstance, maybe he still felt left out. It was the only reason you could come up with for him to be mad at you.

As your apartment building came into view after a curve down the road, your heart hammered as you weren’t sure how to procced. When he pulled by the sidewalk, without turning the car’s engine off and waiting for you to take your seatbelt off, you knew it was serious.

“Yoongi…” you start to say as the seatbelt rides up your torso.

“Goodnight, Y/N. See you tomorrow” he dryly says, in a low voice barely audible over the radio. He still refuses to catch a glance your way.

Defeated and hurt, you just open the door and step out. You watch from the sidewalk as the car drives away, the increase of the distance only incrementing the worry in your heart. But you knew Yoongi. He needed his space and time to himself, to his own thoughts. Unfortunately, that meant all you could really do was wait.

Sure enough, the next day you woke up to a text message from him, wishing you a good morning and reminding you he would pick you up after work, before going for a long recording session at the studio. It was like nothing happened, the same old caring Yoongi. You pondered if you should just play along and let it go, but you knew it would bother you forever of you did.

Determined to get to the bottom of the issue, you sent a text back telling him you two would talk then and went on with your day.

You weren’t the only one who was nervous and just a little bit edgy about it all, and it showed. As soon as you saw Yoongi with his dark glasses on and a beanie over his straight light brown fringe, smiling awkwardly and even waving a hand from the driver’s seat, you could tell he was anxious too.

“Hi” you greet as you open the passenger’s door, returning the apprehensive smile.

“Hi, sugar cup. How was your day?”

He doesn’t lean in for a kiss, but that wasn’t unusual. Outside of the house, his affections would only go as far as holding hands or resting his hand on your waist, as well as the occasional cheek pecks. It wouldn’t be anything new for him to keep his loving welcome for when you two arrived home.

“Fine, same as always, really. How about you?” you ask back as the car starts moving, seatbelt on and leaning slightly towards him to contemplate his reactions.

“Woke up late and spent most of the morning working on a new beat. Then I went out with the guys to grab something to eat before coming here to pick you up. In about two hours I need to go back to the studio again.”

“I thought you were trying to sleep early? Get on a healthier sleep schedule?” Your concern shows on your forehead and pursued lips.

“Yeah, well…” he sighs. “I couldn’t really fall asleep last night. I was so restless and I didn’t even take a shower or nothing…”

He scratches his head beneath the grey beanie as he mentions this. You were wondering why he was wearing a beanie in the first place. Although it was getting colder, since autumn was right around the corner, it was still not nearly cold enough to wear such a warm accessory. In fact, you were even wearing a skirt and a stripped black and white t-shirt next to him, a light denim jacket on top and some white sneakers. Turns out he was only hiding his unwashed hair.

“Was it because of what happened yesterday?” you inquire softly.

“Hum? What? What are you talking about?” he avoids the subject, turning his head slightly to his window and, even with the sunglasses on, you were sure he was avoiding eye contact. His voice tone kind of raised an octave and his satoori accent came out, dragging out the vowels sluggishly, clear indications of his uneasiness.

“We should talk about it, Yoongi. What made you mad?” you continue, leaning in closer to him even as he kept squirming in his seat.

“Mad? I was never mad, I don’t know what you are talking about” he persists.

“Did… Did I do something wrong? Is that why you were angry at me?”

That seems to get a different reaction from him. His head snaps towards you, thin lips slightly open as he shakes his head, the right hand that was holding the steering wheel coming to rest on top of yours, above your knee.

“You did nothing wrong, sugar cup. Nothing wrong, I promise” he assured with absolute honesty in his clear voice.

“Talk to me?” You place your other hand on top of the one he had holding yours. “Please?”

His lips press together and he squeezes your hand before removing it since you two had arrived back at your home and he needed it to park the car.

“Let’s talk inside, okay?” he requests.

“Sure. I’ll even make you a homemade iced americano before you leave. You must be sweating in those clothes” you speculate, tugging at his beanie.

He chuckles, an honest one this time, and follows you after locking the car, up the stairs of your building to your floor and inside the small apartment.

“Let me start brewing the coffee so that is nice and fresh to drink. Go ahead and get comfortable.”

You move to the kitchen after leaving your bag and jacket on the coat rack by the front door. Turning on the coffee machine, you fill it with water before putting in the beans and pressing the button to pour into a carafe.

As you watch the dark warm liquid starting to pour, two delicate arms slowly wrap themselves around your soft middle, just beneath yours, Yoongi’s chest pressing to your back as he ducks his head into your shoulder. You smile and lean into the back hug, that comforting sense of belonging almost making you forget anything had happened at all.

“I don’t mind hanging out with your friends. I don’t mind going to parties as long as I’m with you by my side” he starts in a low whisper against the skin of your shoulder, hot breath sending tingles down your spine. “I do mind that a guy touched your belly.”

Frowning, you fight the instinct to turn around and look at him in confusion, knowing he would rather keep his expression hidden against your neck.

“What? A guy touched my belly?” the incredulity was evident in your voice, as you pulled through your memory of the day before, not quite remembering such a thing happening.

“When he accidently knocked into you. Before I could catch you, he steadied you with a hand on your stomach and kept it there while he apologized” he explained, mumbling with still a bit of resentment in the tone.

“Wait, was that it?” His words brought back the memory and you did recall the incident. It was an exchange that couldn’t have lasted longer than thirty seconds. “Is that why you said you were going home soon after? Are you…” The mere thought sounded ridiculous. “Are you jealous, Yoongi?”

He huffed and puffed in disregard of such a theory, and yet his arms grew tighter around you.

“Shush. That’s such a stupid thing to get jealous over” he murmured through his teeth. But he wasn’t quite denying it either. “I remember it took me about ten months, you know?”

You leaned your head to the side in question, to which he started pecking the newly available skin.

“For what?”

“For me to touch your belly. To see you without a shirt on” he elucidated further. “Even in bed, it took so long for me to convince you to take your top off during sex. I was denied so long of this beautiful fluffy stomach and now another man just comes around and grabs it like it’s nothing. You used to scrunch up when I did that.”

Finally understanding where he was coming from, you turn around and take his delicate round face he had been hiding in between your hands. Thick and darker eyebrows drawn together behind his long fringe, small and sharp ebony eyes looking heavy with lowered creased lids, thin dry lips pouting cutely. Even if he was not proud of it, knowing in fact it was a bit ridiculous, and even if he would never admit it, he was jealous.

He was right. It took you a long time to be comfortable enough with him to show all of your bountiful physique to him. You struggled to understand he was actually interested in dating you. You struggled with physical demonstrations of affection. You were scared of revealing too much of your body in front of him. In particular, your plush potbelly. But Yoongi was patient and kind and empathetic. He was a big part of the reason you were so much more confident in yourself now. And he was right. If this had happened last year, before you met Yoongi, you would have panicked and flinch as soon as your stomach was touched.

“Love, you have nothing to be jealous about. The only reason I’m so comfortable nowadays is you. Because of you and all of the patience you had with me. Because I love you and, for some reason, you love me. All of me, just as I am.”

The corners of his lips tug upwards in a small smile as he closes his eyes and bumps his forehead against yours, the thumbs of the hands settled at your wide hips soothing the skin over the fabric of your skirt at the same time yours soothed the skin of his cheeks.

“How about we just pretend this all thing never happened?” he proposed, more for his own sake than anything.

“Hmm, I don’ know… This was actually pretty revealing” you ponder, your hands going around his shoulders and starting to play with the short hairs at the nape of his neck. “Should I take this as a lesson and be a little more protective of my stomach around other guys? I wouldn’t really give it a second though before, but you seem to be very defensive of my belly.”

“It’s one of my favorite parts of you” he confesses, bumping his nose into yours playfully, a familiar smirk coming to his lips that you recognized.

“My belly? Really?” Your eyebrows shot straight up. That was news to you.

“Why do you think…” He interrupts his own sentence to land a short peck at your lips, making you giggle. “that I always ask you…” Another smooch. “to let me sleep on your belly?”

“I thought it was just a cute thing you do” you confess, leaning into him and tilting your head for another short kiss.

“You’re the cute one” he decides.

His lips caress yours lovingly in feathering meetings, mouths coming together once, twice, the count quickly lost as the kisses grew longer, deeper, passionate. His hands are all over your back and sides, pulling your closer to him, feeling your softness envelop him. Yours are grasping at his short hairs and stroking his shoulders and neck. The taste of mint with a hint of musk overpowers any other. He smelled of pine and myrrh.

Drunk by everything that made this magnificent man him, you don’t notice how he guides you across the room, your feet falling backwards as he pushes forward unknowingly. Living in a small one-bedroom apartment did have some advantages, namely the fact that the bedroom was never too far away. Before you knew it, the back of your knees hit the mattress of your bed and you fall with your back on the bouncy item.

You have barely any time to process the evolution of the circumstances for soon Yoongi was hoovering above you with his mouth sucking and licking at your neck and shoulders, hands relishing in the expanse of your legs and hips.

“Show me, sweetums.” He whispers hotly in your ear before leaning back just enough for you to see his dark, veiled with list eyes and pinkish cheeks. “Take your clothes off and show me all. Just for me. Only me.”

Gulping, your lift yourself up enough to reach his mouth and kiss him avidly, wondrously, guiding him up with lips still attached until he was sat on the bed. You broke the kiss only to attend to his request, standing up and pulling the zipper of your skirt down and forcing the fabric down your hips until it pooled next to your feet. You had simple white cotton panties underneath, but Yoongi didn’t seem to mind. Grabbing the hem of your t-shirt with both hands, you pulled the stretchy fabric over your head in one go, letting it fall alongside the skirt on the floor. The nude bra you had on and the panties was all the clothing you had left on your curvaceous body. And Yoongi was drinking it all in.

“My beautiful Y/N…” he hums, stretching his arms in an invitation for you to come closer as he sat at the edge of the bed.

As soon as they could, hands grasp your love handles and pull your bulky frame in, Yoongi’s mouth starting a hot and wet trail of kisses on your luscious tummy. His tenderness and devotion magnify the butterflies at the pit of your stomach by a thousand, this scorching wave of affection and love enveloping your heart and hazing your brain. You hold on to Yoongi’s shoulders to keep you standing straight as he keeps the caresses over your belly, with his eyes closed in bliss and greedy hands restless. The feeling of his black t-shirt bothers you, since all you wanted was his naked skin under yours, so you pull at the fabric and he moves back with arms up just enough for you to take off his shirt for him. Your hands could now stroke his soft pale skin directly as he continued the caresses on your middle.

Open-mouthed kisses suddenly turn into raspberry kisses that tickle your skin and make you laugh and push back, only for him to pull you back to the bed, your feet dangling over the edge as he lays on top of you. You sigh with pleasure as his mouth keeps kissing at your tingling skin, feeling the way Yoongi’s finger sink in crevices between the rolls of flesh, only to then knead at the fluffiness.

His mouth bites at the bump of flesh of your lower belly and you gasp not in pain but in surprise, for he had never done that before. He soothes the denting mark he left with his tongue while his hands searched around your back for the hook of the bra. Soon that garment is gotten rid of, his mouth moving slowly but surely up your abdominal area until it reaches the valley between your breasts.

“This… This is another favorite” he says against your feverish skin, just before his hands cup your tits and his mouth envelops one of your sensitive nipples.

“Y-Yoongi!” you exhale with a shudder, a particular strong rush of lust shooting straight to your core.

The tongue is merciless against the puckered nub, swirling around it, flicking it from side to side and up and down, mouth sucking on it and tongue flattening against it. The neglected hard nub is soon joining the torturous pleasure as his hand teases it just as much, thumb brushing it constantly and fingers pulling and tweaking.

The hands you have running down his back are leaving red trails on the skin in reaction to his ministrations, your hips starting to bucker up and brushing against the slim leg he has in between yours. The white cotton was already stained with your obvious need for more.

Desperately, your hands rummage around for his belt and start undoing the clasp, soon followed by the top button of his dark jeans and, finally, the zipper. You felt it as soon as you started to undo the button, the burgeoning stiffness of his cock, constricted by the fabric of the trousers. Pulling them down, the swollen member sprung completely up, tenting his black boxers.

“So eager, my Y/N” he notices, leaving your chest to lift himself up and level his eyes with yours. “So perfect.”

Lips clamping yours, you are taken by surprise when you feel him pull his boxers down just enough to release his throbbing erection and start rubbing it against your protruding tummy. You moan and grunt with building frustration as your womb clenches around nothing, the length you so much craved for grinding over the top of where your uterus would be.

Yoongi is all pants and silent grunts as he rubs his dick alongside the rolls of flesh, hissing every time the swollen tip would get caught in between the bumps, sinking into the heavenly warm skin as if in a tight hug. His hips are snapping against your belly almost of their own will, his face now crimson red hidden in your neck, where he leaves more kissed and bites of love.

“Oh, please, Yoongi!” you breathe out, clawing at his shoulder blades.

“What do you want, sweetums?” he asks, in the softest whispers against your ear, the movement of his hips coming to an almost full stop against your stomach.

“Yoongi!” you call in irritation. He knew damn well what you wanted.

“I wanna hear you say it. Say what you want from me, spell it out” he demands, kissing and sucking at your pulsing point, aggravating your already excruciating problem.

“I want you. I want you to fuck me, want your cock in me, deep and fast, please, Yoongi!” It all comes out so fast it could barely be called a proper sentence, but he understood it well enough to smirk against the skin of your neck.

“Such a good girl” he praises.

Holding himself up with one arm and lowering himself down, Yoongi takes himself in hand and slowly grinds his tip in between your puffy folds, opening them up and revealing the sticky mess he created. You watch as his body shudders without noticing how your own trembled and how your hips twitched at the first contact. Without warning, Yoongi positions himself in line with your entrance and yanks his hips forward, a blissful sting of stretch making you hiss before a guttural moan leaves your open lips.

He stills just for a moment, just enjoying the feeling just as much as you were, before the pounding started.

Just like you asked, he was going deep and fast, leaning down and holding his weight in his forearms as he kept himself on his knees, creating enough leverage to ram into you profoundly. He filled you up perfectly with each thrust, each drag of his staff against your inner walls resulting in a release of relief that was both immensely satisfying and still not enough. He kept sliding back almost all the way out only to plunge back in with force, in and out, in and out, and every time he bottomed out his bushy pelvic bone rubbed against you and triggered that fleshy button in between your pink and glistening with arousal lips.

“Ahh!... Ahh!... I’m… I…”

You couldn’t form a sentence, you were sure you couldn’t even spell out his name or yours at that point, the fever spreading from your womb so severe it was melting your brain. Yoongi rolled forwards in his knees and somehow managed to speed up even more, repeatedly and almost continuously pushing his cock against that particularly sensitive pad of nerves inside your squelching tunnel, sending sparks all over your body and that was it.

You scream out as you cum, hips writhing against him and body convulsing as your hands scraped at his back, the tension in your core secreting to your whole body before crashing down in sharp pleasure that made you dizzy.

Yoongi as slowed down to watch as you reach your orgasm, the way your skin gleamed with a thin layer of sweat, face scrunched up, eyes shut close and delicious lips opened up always incredibly beautiful in his eyes. He wanted to follow you, the stinging kindle with each throb of his staff incredibly painful.

He started to move again, aching hard and leaking, your walls closing around him tight and snug. But still, something was holding him back.

“Fuck… Y/N, I… I need… need!” he struggles to speak, each word coming out in a heavy pant as he kept thrusting with his eyes closed.

Taking his face in hand and kissing his chopped lips, you whisper into his ear.

“Do whatever you need, Yoongi. I’m all yours to use” you allow.

That seems to do it for him. The thrusts grow sloppy and erratic, Yoongi’s jaw tense as he grunts deeply and just as you felt the first twitch of his cock inside, he pulls out, takes his length in hand and jerks himself off feverously while white strings of seed paint your belly. He moans softly as he watched his seed taint your skin.

“There” he exhales, relief evident in his voice. “Mine.”

Even though he was clearly exhausted, Yoongi doesn’t allow himself to lay down next to you just yet. You watch him disappear into the bathroom and coming out with a wet warm towel that he uses to clean up the mess he made. Careful strokes clean your stomach and the sheet beneath you, where drops had already fallen. You smile and hum with heavy eyes as you watch him, the man you love so much caring for you so deeply.

“I can’t stay with you because I’m needed in the studio. If I wasn’t, I would draw a bath for you” he explains in a matter of apologizing.

“It’s okay, love. I can do it myself” you assure. “Oh, let me get that iced coffee ready before you go!”

You try to get up and return to the kitchen, looking around for a t-shirt you could put on just around the house, but Yoongi stops you by pulling you in for a kiss. One of his hands rest on your thigh and another at your back, as you end up sited next to him.

He doesn’t say it, he always had trouble saying it on his own. But you don’t mind saying it first.

“I love you, Yoongi. I’m glad we could talk about all of this.”

He smiles and the hand on your thigh comes up to cup your cheek as he looks at you adoringly.

“I love you too.”

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dwellordream · 3 years

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the best laid plans

day 1 for @wayhavensummer because this is the only prompt I'll have time to do this week!

T Rating (for one brief mention of sex and one brief reference to emotional abuse) Felix x Detective Esme Kingston, 2300 words

The migraine cuts her to her core, and Esme can’t even manage the usual dose of guilt and hesitance she’d feel about canceling plans with Tina. They were supposed to go away this weekend, and Esme hasn’t been on a vacation since uni, but right now she couldn’t even make her way out of her flat, never mind into a car for a seven hour drive down the coast.

She feels like vomiting, the pain is so intense, as if she’d been concussed. Migraines have been a constant for her since puberty; she has a vivid memory of her first one, when she was thirteen, and the long wait in the nurse’s office at the private school her mother paid so much money for. The same mother who eventually sent someone else to pick her up, ninety minutes after the first phone call.

Esme doesn’t even remember who it was; some Agency intern? A vampire? A demon? Whoever it was, they brought her home, gave her some painkillers, and told her to sleep it off. She woke up hours later, in the middle of the night, to a still empty house. Rebecca had come home briefly to leave a note for her about some leftovers in the fridge and another one excusing her from school the next day if need be, and then gone straight back to work.

Maybe Esme should have been outraged or hurt by this, but she doesn’t recall feeling much of anything at the time beyond hunger, when the pain had finally receded enough to think straight. She ate the leftovers cold in their sterile, silent kitchen, and put herself back to bed.

The migraines had intensified through high school, to the point where her mother considered putting her on permanent medication, before receding just before she went away to university. After that they were far more infrequent, which was both a blessing and a curse- it was easy to forget what the pain felt like, and to feel like it was weak, lazy of her to let it get the best of her.

Bobby certainly didn’t help matters; the first one Esme had during their relationship came around shortly after they’d had sex for the first few times, and Bobby quickly became convinced this was her version of ‘not tonight, dear, I have a headache-’. That she was, for some ludicrous reason, exaggerating her migraines.

If she didn’t want to have sex with him, she’d never had much of an issue saying as much, bluntly, clinically. Another thing he despaired of- her lack of social graces, her insistence on saying exactly what she meant, in her usual ‘ice queen’ manner. Now he had reason to call her frigid in more ways than one.

Esme still isn’t sure how things between them ever lasted as long as seven torturous months. She assumes they both had a private masochistic streak- why else would two people who made one another so blatantly unhappy stay together?

Bobby isn’t here now, of course, to whinge and moan about her ignoring him, but there’s still a little voice in her head telling her to get up and stop acting like a baby when the evening rolls around. The pain has greatly lessened, thankfully, and she’s hungry, which is usually a good sign, but she’s also exhausted and cranky and generally miserable, feeling as though an entire day was wasted, one she could have spent with her best friend, on her way to a vacation.

Now, again, she is alone in a dark room. She slowly rolls over onto her side, bracing for a wave of pain or nausea, then pushes herself up onto her elbows and gropes at her night table for her phone. She has several missed calls and texts. Two from Tina, one from her mother, and one from Felix, which is the most recent, about thirty minutes ago.

Felix H: omw over to drop stuff off. 30 min???

She checks the time, then jumps, almost bashing her head into the headboard, when she hears a quiet knock at her door. For a moment Esme considers lying back down and not answering it; Felix can be persistent but he would never try to break her door down, especially when he knows she’s ill.

Then she clambers out of bed, some instinct driving her, a desperate kind of loneliness- for an instant tears spring to her eyes, as if she were a child again, terrified of being left alone, that she will just miss him, that she will pull open the door and he will already be gone-

“Ez?”

He’s right there when she yanks open the door, the chain still in place. Esme undoes it and pulls the door open all the way. Felix is staring at her, a small bag of groceries in hand. Vampires have far better temperature regulation than humans but it’s obvious he is feeling the heat; for once he’s not wearing a beanie or any kind of hat or cap at all.

He’s gotten his hair braided recently; Esme looks at him for a moment, staggered by the fact, as always, that even in the harsh fluorescent lighting of her narrow hallway. Felix’s dark skin has a sheen all its own, magnified by his golden eyes.

He prods her shoulder gently with the pad of his thumb. “If you faint on me, I’m gonna drop your gifts.”

“My gifts?” Esme shakes her head, leading the way back into her darkened flat. It’s much more cluttered than usual; she never finished packing for the trip she was supposed to take today.

Felix does not reach for a light switch; he has perfect vision in the dark, and light from the parking lot is spilling through her blinds. Instead he sets the bag on her counter and sorts through it as enthusiastically as Santa Claus on Christmas, or a child sorting through their Halloween candy.

“Min tea,” he says, “cold packs, squash, sweet potatoes, brown rice, dried cranberries…”

“Did you just look up ‘what to eat and drink for a migraine’?” Esme manages to ask, bemused.

He looks up, a sheepish smile quirking at his soft lips. “If I say yes…”

“I’m impressed,” she says. “And.. thank you. Very much. You didn’t have to do this.”

“I didn’t have to supply my ailing girlfriend with nutritious food and drink?” he waves the bottle of mint teat in her face vigorously.

“Ailing? I’m not eighty five years old, Felix.”

“That’s right, I’m the old man here,’ he cackles, then amends, “Or, will be. Technically we’re not that far apart in age but eventually when you start decaying-,”

“Decaying?” As usual, his word choice both horrifies and amuses her.

Felix has even less of a filter than her, but with the opposite effect. She comes across as cold and controlling. He comes across as… well, ‘space cadet’ has been used a few times, but Esme likens it to a time traveler. Only, not from the past, and not quite from the future. A parallel visitor. Something out of the Twilight Zone, only… warm and colorful and eager to please. That’s Felix.

He shrugs. “Succumbing to the elements?”

“I’m not a castle,” she mutters, but pours herself a cup of cold mint tea. Will it be as good as if she’d brewed it herself here at home, no, but at the moment she doesn’t care.

He puts the rest away in her small fridge while she drinks, leaving out the cranberries, then circles warily, as if approaching a wild animal, when she finishes off her cup. “Can I-,” his fingers ghost along the back of her neck. The hairs there raise and she shivers violently, but not in fear or pain.

“Yes,” she murmurs, then leans back into his embrace as he wraps his arms around her.

They scuttle over to the sofa like that, and ease down together. Felix is not terribly tall, and she is average height, so there’s scarcely a few inches between them. Esme has always liked that. All the others she’s been with had towered over her, and it made her feel spoilt and delicate in an undesirable, bratty kind of way, as if she were childish, some little princess to be coddled and indulged. Or maybe that’s just her projecting onto everything else that makes up a relationship besides height differences.

For now, she is content to lie back so her head rests against Felix’s, cheek to cheek. His is silken smooth; she knows he is fastidious about shaving, the same as her.

“You’re feeling better, though?” he murmurs, and snakes a hand under her pyjama top as if to check. Splayed warm against her belly, it tickles for an instant and she smiles.

“Yes. It’s mostly passed. I’m just tired. And annoyed. Tina was really looking forward to this trip. She’ll still have fun by herself, but it was supposed to be the two of us, and I’m always canceling plans.”

“You are not,” says Felix, reasonably. “You’re just busy. And you couldn’t help it this time, you were sick. She knows that.”

Esme nods; for all his jokes and quips, Felix is always sensible in a manner that she finds comforting- stating the obvious isn’t such a bad thing when dealing with someone like her.

“I hate being sick,” she murmurs, rolling onto her side so she can rest her cheek on his shoulder. He wraps his arms around her more securely, even intertwines their legs. Felix sleeps like this too, though at this point he’s only spent the night a few times.

Esme is taking things as slowly as she dares, given all the other factors at play- her mother, their work, the rest of the team, the fact that he is a vampire from another dimension and she is the human equivalent of dry toast…

“I kind of like it,” Felix confesses, with just enough lilt in his voice that she knows he’s half teasing.

Esme grumbles vengefully into his shirt. He smells like coconut butter and vanilla. She doesn’t know if that’s his aftershave or just the essence of Felix, refined to the purest degree. Sometimes he smells like cinnamon to her, or lavender and honeysuckle.

Felix tolerates these assessments but likes to claim that it’s him producing some kind of super pheromones perfectly designed for luring in unsuspecting human prey. Or his girlfriend. Or both.

Esme has not been anyone’s girlfriend in a long time. Years. It feels very strange. Before him, it’d been so long since she’d even touched anyone, besides Tina or her mother or shaking hands. That absence did not hurt Esme. But being with Felix is like an unexpected delight. Free dessert. Extra sprinkles on your sundae. Any number of juvenile metaphors she should be above, but isn’t.

“You’re not going to ask why I like it?” He is winding his fingers through her hair, which she let down from its usual tight ponytail to ease the tension on her scalp.

“Because you like to mock me?” she ventures.

“No,” says Felix. “Because you would have gone away with Tina, and now I get to see you. And hold you.” He presses an astoundingly gentle kiss to her brow, like a feather.

Esme feels a queer stab of guilt. “I didn’t know you’d minded so much.”

“I don’t mind,” he says quickly. “I was happy for you to get away for once. I’m not going to third wheel you and your best friend.”

“I think the terms refers to the opposite-,”

“Hush hush,” he interrupts, which gets a giggle out of her. “But this is like… an unexpected delight.”

The back of her neck prickles. “Can you read minds?” she asks, half serious.

“Not yet,” he sounds smug. “I have great intuition.”

“Because you’re a vampire?”

“No, because I’m me,” he boasts. “Look at Ava’s intuition. Terrible.”

Esme laughs again. “I wouldn’t go that far.”

“She’s always expecting the worse. And Nat swings in the other direction. Always wants to play nice and hug it out.”

“And Mason?” Esme teases, feeling energetic enough not to raise her head so her chin is on his chest. Their noses are almost touching.

“Eh… he’s alright,” Felix breathes, and then closes the gap with a kiss.

Esme kisses him back, more passionately than she’d meant to, and only stops it when he starts to sit up so she is straddling his lap.

“I don’t think I can…”

“Eat some cranberries?” He grins impishly and hands her the bag from the coffee table.

Esme smiles and bumps her forehead against his, something she did impulsively after their first kiss and which he never let her live down.

“What are we, cats?” he says, on cue, but brushes his nose and lips down her cheek and onto her neck, as if to nuzzle her in turn. “Eat some fruit before your migraine comes back. Do you want me to put some of this stuff away?”

“No,” she says, pushing him back down on the sofa. “Just- stay with me, please?”

“Alright,” he agrees, amiable as ever, and reaches for the remote. “This can be like our vacation, yeah? The Felix and Esme Show. The Fezme Show-,”

“No,” she groans, but wriggles off him to curl up beside him instead, a handful of cranberries rising to her mouth as he flips through the channels.

He settles on an episode of Columbo. Felix hasn’t really seen much in the way of TV, and so reruns mean nothing to him. But it means everything to her. They keep the volume on very low, and he gets up at one point to open the windows more, even as the faint sounds of the parking lot outside drift in- the buzz of the lights, doors opening and closing, the crunch of gravel.

Esme falls asleep sagging onto him, cranberries in her lap, mouth half open while Felix watches, riveted in the light of the screen, as the detective closes the case.

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Creeping in My Soul {Zacky Vengeance x Demon!Female!Reader}

Requested by: Anonymous Wordcount: 2230 Summary: You find out an interesting secret about your real identity. How is your boyfriend going to take it? Trigger Warnings: Swearing. Notes: HAPPY BIRTHDAY!!

You gave your boyfriend a wave and a kiss goodbye over Facetime, and hesitantly pressed the large red button. You always hated to let him go, but you knew that you had to. He was three hours ahead of you and it was nearly midnight where he was. One last show tomorrow, playing with the rest of his band - the rock group Avenged Sevenfold. Millions of fans world-wide and a sold out American tour. And then after the show, he would be getting on a plane and coming all the way back home to you, in sunny California. But there was one big problem with him coming back home to the house that you shared. It was that you have changed. No, you were still changing. And you didn’t know how he was going to react to seeing it.

It had started just a month ago when you were brushing out your hair. It was just like any other day really, you were getting ready for work, applying just a touch of make up, pulling the comb through your hair in an attempt to make it look less like you had just woken up. But it kept getting snagged on something. It kept bumping into something and it hurt a lot whenever it did. God, how you had panicked then, as you touched the top of your head and felt two protruding bumps. Did you have a tumor? Two tumors, growing out the top of your head? You instantly called your doctor, who wasn’t able to get you in for a couple of days. That didn’t ease your worrying. But the fact that they told you to go straight to the emergency room if you started feeling a headache coming on, any sort of dizziness, helped a touch. It was an option. And other than the bit of pain up there, surface and not internal, you were feeling fine. You tried to sweep your hair over the protrusions, but ended up putting on a headband instead, which pushed on them uncomfortably but at least it kept them out of sight.

The next day, you woke up to a sharp pain on your lip. You must have bit it in your sleep. That’s happened before, but this was a rather deep cut, given the fact that the taste of blood on your lips was rather potent. When you went into the bathroom to see if you could find it, you found that not only were the bumps on your head more tender, and that something - some sort of bone was poking out of it, but your teeth - they seemed sharper, especially the canines. You went to touch what was coming out of your head, and your nails nicked your skin. Your usually bitten down nails were long, and they were sharp. Like a stiletto shape you’d seen on instagram, ready to claw someone’s eyes out. And that was a very violent thought for the likes of you.

Everything in your mind was telling you to head for the hospital and now. To book some sort of surgery to get your head fixed. But you take a deep breath. You call into work, saying that you can’t come in, you’re taking a sick day, and then you take a ride over to your parents house. At least that way, if you did go to the hospital, you wouldn’t have to be alone. You were terrified to be alone, but you couldn’t bring yourself to call your boyfriend and make him worried. It would only end up with him coming to you, throwing off the tour, disappointing so many people, just to sit at a bedside and hope for the best.

Your parents were a lot less concerned than you thought that they would be. Your father looked over your head, prodded at the tender skin. You hissed at the pain, and you wanted to lash out, strike him for doing that, but a stern look that he gave you made you calm down. It was like he had known your thoughts. Then he sat down, beside your mother, reminding you of the way that they used to talk to you when they had bad news. And you thought you had been the one going to them with the bad news.

But you were getting more than a ‘Our dog went off to a farm to frolick in the fields’ sort of talk.

“Okay, ha ha, I’m a demon child, great time for jokes mom,” You said, crossing your arms in front of you. “Is this some sort of genetic disease that I’m not aware of?”

But they were serious. They were avoiding your eye, but it wasn’t because they were trying to withhold the truth. They were ashamed of the truth. “We should have told you a long time ago... but we’re not your real parents, my love. We were unable to have children, and there you were - a gift. Demons .... they aren’t as bad as people make them out to be. You could never be bad.”

And they continued to talk to you about it throughout the day and the night, convincing you to cancel the Doctor’s appointment because it was risky to have people find out. The sharper teeth and the longer nails could just be an aesthetic choice but the horns - you’d have to learn how to keep them hidden from the public. Hats would cover it somewhat, or you could learn glamour magic, something that had been helping demons on earth for millenia. It would take a lot of practice in a mirror, but it was something that you were just going to have to do in order to keep on living your life. To keep your job. To keep your friends. And most importantly - to keep Zacky.

You had everything set for his return home. It was a late night flight, and he wasn’t getting in until five in the morning, but you had made breakfast for him. French toast was being kept warm in the oven, coffee was being made, you had squeezed some orange juice - you wanted everything to be perfect. Most of the windows had the blinds and the curtains closed, making it a little dark but you had lit some candles to try to set a mood. The sunlight had been bothering you more than usual lately. Despite the California heat, you had been having to wear Zacky’s old hoodies out to go about your day. But at least for now, the sun was still down, and you were able to wear one of your favorite dresses. Which also happened to be his favorite dress.

The front door unlocked, and you heard the rustle and bustle of bags being set down. And then the door closed. A loud yawn as Zacky stepped into the kitchen, probably smelling the coffee. “Ugh, I can never sleep on planes,” He groaned, stumbling in. His eyes looked red and itchy, he must be utterly exhausted.

“Then you had better drink some orange juice instead of the coffee, then we can go to bed right after you finish eating,” You said, putting a glass in front of him. “I missed you.”

“I missed you too.” The first thing that he did was come up to you, and wrap his arms around you in a tired hug. You hugged him back, smelling his aftershave on his neck. Fuck, he smelt so good. You almost started to salivate. Just feeling his body against yours, chest against chest - you had to bite down on your lip to hold in a moan. Your sex drive had been insane lately, another thing that your ‘parents’ had warned you about. He pulled away from you, making you feel just a touch of anger, but it faded quickly. “Why are you wearing a hat inside?” He asked, noticing your beanie.

“Uhh - bad hair day,” You said, quickly. “Don’t worry about what I look like, let’s just eat something.” You gave him a big smooch on the side of his cheek, then hurried to get the food out of the oven. Zacky sat down, dropping the topic since he was so tired, while you put everything in front of him. All the fixings. Syrup, butter, berries, sliced banana, whipped cream, chocolate shavings. You went all in for this welcome home breakfast, figuring that he hadn’t had anything real in weeks. You knew how these boys were. They go on tour, eat nothing but fast food, end up working it all off during one show from all of their running and jumping around. But no doubt the girlfriends were all going to be taking care of them now that they were home. “Eat up, buttercup.”

And he did, fast at first, and then slowed down towards the end as he started to feel full, but his eyes kept looking at you, flattering you. You could feel blood flow to your cheeks, and to other places as you started to clean up, putting dishes into the sink for later tonight. You were ready to sleep the whole darn day away, especially now that you had Zacky back in your bed. You could feel his eyes on the spot of your thighs where the dress ended, where it was dancing around.

“There’s something different about you,” He said, putting down his knife and fork. You took his plate, raising an eyebrow. How could he tell? You adjusted the hat around your head, trying to make sure that the horns weren’t popping out. “What did you do, get a bad hair cut or something? Come on, take the hat off.”

He beckoned you over and you felt like you didn’t have much of a choice. You walked back towards him and he pulled you between the legs of the chair that he was sitting on. It was a rather high bar-stool type chair on the island so you two were identical height right then and there. He took the beanie off of your head and looked over your hair, his eyes going straight to the horns. “What the fuck are those?”

“I - I can explain,” You said, taking the hat back, fidding with the fabric. And so you did, only going through some of the major details because though he was interested, and shocked, Zacky looked too tired to really comprehend what was going on.

“Fuck,” He said, getting to his feet once you were done. “That’s - a lot.”

“Yeah, how do you think I felt?” You shot back, crossing your arms in front of you. You were waiting for the worst to happen. For him to freak out, to leave, or to even throw you out. You wouldn’t blame him for having any of those reactions honestly. You already had a bag packed in the front closet just in case of that very scenerio.

“Come on, let’s go to bed,” He said, putting his arm around your shoulders, and started to lead you into the bedroom. Your smile could not have gotten any bigger. Leave it to your man to accept you just the way that you were. Demon or not.

And he did more than accept you. You two spent a straight up week getting re-acquainted. Or more so, he was finding out more about the demon that you were once you had accepted yourself. Your horns had come in. The skin __around was still tender, but oh the spine-tingling feeling that you got when you let him Zacky rub them. It was such a deeply personal and intimate thing. You wouldn’t ever let anyone else touch your horns. Not for as long as you lived.

Although the whole demon thing had messed with your temper - things like Zacky leaving you to get food or to go to the bathroom had you furious for a couple of seconds - it also amped up your sex drive. He seemed particularly accepting of that bit. When you rode him, both of you sitting up, you on top of him, lifting your lips and driving down, your hands had gone to his back and you had riddled him with little scratches from your nails. He never even minded that. Just hissed with pleasure. It seemed like you were having an effect on him in return. He wanted you all the time.

“I fucking love you,” You said after another rigorous session of love making.

“I fucking love you,” He said in return, still holding you tightly, keeping you in place as he softened inside of you. “How are you a demon when you’re so angelic?”

“I wouldn’t say there’s anything angelic about me after what we just did,” You laughed, rolling off of him. He laughed as well, but pressed kisses to your cheeks, giving you affection even when he wasn’t touching you. No matter what was ahead of you - Hell? - you were more than happy now, and would be as long as you continued to be with the love of your life. Though from the looks of things, he might have a little devil in him too. Definitely a lustful sin behind those eyes.

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Imagine: PRT THREE.

Reader gets a surprise visit from nasty Erik.

This was requested for another part. May be the final part because I didn’t plan for this lol. Wrote this today.

Part One. Part Two.

You had a certain pep in your step that didn’t go unnoticed. Heading towards your Micro Biology classs, books in hand and a blush on your face, you try and discreetly enter the classroom only to find eyes on you. Head down, you pull your hoodie further over your head, sitting down slowly so you wouldn’t gain anymore attention.l

Erik put it on your pussy last night. You ended up spending the night and fucking another two times after the first. After each hard fuck this man’s fat dick would just plump up and harden with the tiniest look in your direction. He loved the way you looked dressed in his large t shirt with your curly hair pulled back from your face. He would kiss your cheeks and stroke it with his thumb lightly, causing you to bite your lip and blush profusely.

He knew what he was doing to you. He was your new addiction and it had only been one night of him. As you open your laptop to begin typing, the vision of him burrowing deep inside of you with your legs over his shoulders had you rubbing your hands over your face. Your shoulders begin to bounce with excitement as you laugh, still perplexed that you even opened your legs and gave your tight pussy away to a 30 year old man.

A hung, freaky, pro of an older man.

“Miss Y/N?”

You hadn’t noticed that your Professor had been calling you the entire time.

“Your research paper, please?”

Your heart sank.

Fuck. You forgot to grab your written paper from your desk within your dorm this morning when you came back around 6:00 am. Brandy, your room mate and close friend, was knocked out on her bed, snoring and all. Brandy didn’t have an 8:00 am class like you did. And to top it all off your paper was also on a flash drive you forgot to bring to class.

“I’m so so sorry, I-“ you shake your head with disappointment in yourself. So much for a 100%

“I forgot to grab it from my desk this morning. I didn’t wake up to the alarm.”

Your professor nodded his head slowly, “Okay, you know how I feel about late assignments, correct? That will be a five point deduction from your grade, Miss Y/N.”

Your professor left it at that, returning back to the discussion about virology and parasitology.

“You know, this shit ain’t really like you, Y/N.”

That deep voice made you laugh. Your assigned partner and school friend, Lakeith, has to have something to say about everything you do.

“Lakeith, mind your business for once, please.” You sass in a hushed tone.

“I would if I wasn’t enjoying the fall of a supposed future Nurse Practitioner.”

With a death glare, you turn to him, his chestnut eyes always a hypnotic thing for you. Then he decides to smile, showing off his dimples.

They weren’t deep like Erik’s but they were still something.

“I got my shit on lock, Sir, worry about scoring higher than me on the TEAS, Mr. Future RN.”

“Baby girl,” he chuckles low, “My shit always on lock. Coming up in here like you just left a dick appointment.”

Your heart flutters. Was it that obvious? I mean, the dick appointment was hours ago but damn it was still written all over your face. You decided not to respond to that portion. He didn’t need to know.

“So, somebody hitting that and you down played every chance I offered? Wow.” He laughs to himself, leaning in towards you, practically all up in your grill.

“You getting some dick, Y/N?” He smiles, his shiny teeth almost blinding. Damn him for being this fine.

“Why are you checking for me so much?” You roll your eyes into your head.

“I’ve been checking for you. Don’t act brand new because you let some other nigga wow you.”

He smelled like cinnamon. Lakeith always smelled good.

But Erik smells like sandalwood and citrus.

Even Erik’s sweat smelled like cologne. The thought of him had you shivering down the spine, you focus your attention back on your typing.

“Yeah, you got a noticeable arch in your back that wasn’t there before.”

You heard a chuckle from Lakeith’s partner in crime, Marvin. Both of them, two Kappa brothers that joked like teenagers.

“Fuck you.” You fire back, flipping him off, “sit on it and spin, nigga.”

“Yeah, okay,” He puts a base in his voice, “I’ll have your little ass sitting and spinning on something if you keep playing with me, big headed ass.”

“You started with me!” You argue back, trying your best to keep your voice low.

“Whatever,” he shoves your head, “do some damn work.”

Kissing your teeth, you throw your led pencil at his head, watching him scrunch his face with discomfort, rubbing the spot that stung.

“Bitch ass,” you end the argument there, cracking your knuckles to get back into the grind. Lakeith wasn’t about to fuck up your A average.

How about Erik and his big Daddy dick fucking you? Remember, he said you can come see Daddy anytime you wanted some dick.

You press down over a series of keys, typing out something like dmcbcdjendh.

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“And again, this tutoring shit will not help me get through Calculus I. I don’t need some student tryna teach me.”

You ball up the flyer that your calculus teacher gave you for tutoring help. Tossing it in the recycle can, you march out of her office, fuming with fists balled and cheeks puffed out. Yes, you were a straight A student but the last calculus exam you took you received a 79 on it. That had you crying into a bowl of cookies and cream ice cream. Now, she was offering you tutoring yet again. The students who tutored acted so self righteous. She didn’t need for any them laughing at her behind her back or hounding her because they had the upper hand at the moment.

“Y/N!” Your young, chipper, Calculus teacher called out to you. She reminded you of Daria but less moody and socially awkward.

“Yes?” The annoyance in your voice was clear.

“Would you like another referral? There is a guy on campus who is here as a Graduate Student receiving his Doctorate. I graduated with him and he’s basically a genius. If you want, I can set you up over the next few weeks to meet with him during library time.”

Another teacher? Maybe this would help. She lectured crappy and it had you zoning out every few seconds. You had to result in teaching yourself.

“What’s his name?”

She motions for you to re enter her office. Closing the door behind her, you take your once vacated seat, staring at her accomplishments from M.I.T.

“His name is Erik Stevens. He is back getting his Doctorate in Engineering.”

Your Calculus professor handed you his business card. It was laminated, perfect watermark and everything. She didn’t understand the pure shock on your face. How could you forget that name after you moaned it and imprinted it within the hippocampus of your brain.

“Is there something wrong?” She asked with a slight smirk on her face. You must have looked crazy.

“No!!” You take the card, placing it in your hoodie pocket, “No, I just thought of something out of nowhere. You know how that happens sometimes.”

“Yeah,” she laughs it off awkwardly, “Give him a shot, Y/N. He’s really good at what he does.”

“Mhm,” you felt a sudden wetness in your panties. He sure as hell is good at what he does. Even your own teacher recommending him to you had you horny as a bitch.

This fucking man.

“I’ll give him a call today.” You look up at your teacher one last time before grabbing your bag, exiting her office.

//////////////

Erik: Call me and put that pussy on the phone, lol. I wanna hear her talk to me cuz I know she wet as a motherfucker.

You bite on your thumbnail while sitting in one of the study rooms within the Library. You were surrounded by Lakeith and a few other Micro Biology class mates to study for the next exam. You didn’t inform Erik about him tutoring you yet because you wanted to drive over to his apartment and tell him in person.

Y/N: It is wet, but I’m in study group right now I can’t show you. 😩

You were NEVER this damn bold with a guy.

“Y/N, you’re supposed to be the one writing on the white board what the fuck you doing?” Lakeith startles you from your sexting.

“Shit, my bad,” you stand up, grabbing your phone and expo marker. The group began telling you information to write out, your mind in tune with education. After applying the top to your marker, you hear a soft knock on the door as if knuckles were tapping it. Craning your neck, you make out the outline of a guy around 6’3, new balance on his feet and a navy blue Champions sweatshirt with matching pants. He had a black North Face beanie on his head, with an artistic pair of gold rimmed glasses on.

At first glance you didn’t recognize him but the moment you stepped closer to the door to open it, a deep pleasure ran through your veins like lava. With a sly smirk on his face, he leans into the door further, staring down at you while curling a single finger for you to come here. He bit down on his bottom lip the moment you were staring at him face to face, the only barrier between you both was the door. He jiggles the door knob, motioning with a tilt of his head for you to open it before he did. Sighing nervously, you open the door, his body smelling like testosterone and patchouli. The thought of the pheromones he produced after sex had you buckling at the knees.

“You in here studying?” He asks with a whisper.

You knew eyes were on you at that door.

“Yes, Biology.” You respond, but not with a whisper. You didn’t need any of them wondering why you were being secretive.

“What kind?” He asks with a tilt of his head, his finger discreetly stroking your hand. You pause to breathe, shifting on your feet.

“Micro.” You meet his gaze, blinking away as soon as you saw the heavy lust there. Why did he have to bring his fine ass over here? Clearly he was in the library the entire time. He did say he’d been watching you around campus and he wanted your thick ass for a long while. So maybe he was watching you study with friends?

“Were you keeping an eye on me, Erik?” You smirk.

“That’s all I can keep on you for now, ma. Ain’t like I can keep this dick on you while you in front of your friends.”

Erik looks over your shoulder. His eyes fell on Lakeiths. He knew from that moment that homeboy wanted you. It was all over that niggas face.

“Let me help I know a lot about Micro Biology.”

Erik wasn’t asking really because he pushes past you, fully within the room. You shutter slightly before closing the door, taking in calming breaths.

“Can we help you?” Lakeith speaks for the group like he was the leader.

“Nah, looks like y’all need it though,” Erik takes it upon himself to spread your notes out on the desk, craning his eyes behind his glasses to read what you had. He takes his other hand, stroking his gotee before turning to the white board.

“Y’all sure y’all know how to study for this?” He asks with a joking tone. Lakeith and Marvin share a look before turning back to Erik.

“Yeah, we got this, bruh. You looking at the top students in the class.”

Erik nods his head slowly, “How about you, Y/N? He speaking for you like he know you smart.”

Lakeith laughs, “we work close together all the time. I know she got it going on.”

Erik lifts a single brow, taking your notes to stack neatly, “Y/N, this nigga always speak for you?”

You bit the inside of your cheek, staring from Erik to Lakeith. There was clearly a weighing of dicks in this room but Erik would come out on top for sure, gold metal and all.

“Not always, but he has a habit to sometimes,” you hide your smile, focusing back to the white board.

“Y/N,” Erik calls for you. He had the right to do that you felt. He opened your pussy up and ate your pussy like a bowl of ice cream, licking his fingers and all. He could call you and you would answer.

“Yes?” You turn to him, giving him your undivided attention.

“You want me to help you study? I can do that right now I got time before my evening class starts,” he places his hands in his pants pockets, waiting for your answer. You both knew you would say yes, and you didn’t hesitate either. This could lead to what you needed.

“Okay, sure,” you try and pack your things but Erik was already on it, zipping up your back pack and throwing it over his shoulder. He walks to the door, opening it for you to leave first.

“You not gonna say goodbye to your little friends?” He says with a smirk before licking his lips.

“Bye y’all, see you this Wednesday,” you step out of the study room, Erik’s arm around your shoulder. Before you could leave the library, Erik pulls you in between an aisle full of history books, slamming you against the shelf. He pauses, trying to keep the solitude of the library at bay.

“Who is that little nigga?” He asks you with a calm that had you squirming.

“His name is Lakeith.” You respond with a whisper.

His eyes look from your toes and back up to your face. Erik takes off your hood, your messy curly bun frizzy from wearing it all day.

“Damn, you ain’t even fix this after I was all in yo’ shit last night.” He laughs with a deep raspy tone.

“I didn’t have time,” you whine, pouting like a baby.

“Why the fuck are you so cute? He had a slight tendrill of anger building up, you could tell from how his brows furrowed, “why you so damn cute, lil mama? Out here having these weak dick niggas craving you.“

You swallow spit, shrugging your shoulders nervously, “I don’t know.”

“What I tell you about that I don’t know shit?”

You forgot he didn’t like for you to tell him that.

“Sorry.”

“All you gonna do is say the shit again. But it’s cool, I know you remember how this strong dick nigga had you crying.” He was even closer now, breath on your cheek.

“I mean, to be honest, aint like you can do much about being the cutest bitch on campus. Cutest bitch with the tightest pussy.”

You could feel him grabbing your breasts with no restraint. Anybody could spot the both of you. You watch as he unzips your hoodie, the thin t shirt you wore underneath giving him a clear view of your big ass nipples.

“Y/N....shit,” he takes both, pinching your nipples and playfully slapping them.

“Big ass titties.” He kisses your neck on both sides with a little tongue.

“Erik,” you moan out with a shiver.

“I’m the only one allowed to put it on you, you hear me?” He whispers. Erik pulls you from the shelf by the collar of your shirt, palming your ass hard before slapping it.

“Daddy is gon’ be all in your shit girl, you wait and see,” he bit your ear, taking you by your hips to make you grind on him from the front. It was the wildest shit ever. You never did anything like this in public. For the most part it was kissing and ass grabbing but not this.

Erik pulls one of your legs up, his hands on the shelf while he dry humped your crotch.

“Damn, babygirl, that leg all the way up there, huh?” He pulls you with three quick pumps over his clothed and now fully hard dick. You could feel it against your leg and it was long as hell. He had you so open last time...Damn, he was gonna do that shit again.

“Let me stop before I have a big ass nut,” he chuckles, lowering your leg but never moving his hand away from your ass, “girl, when we get back to my place, I swear to God your ass is mine.”

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“You’re so hard, I can feel all of that big dick, Daddy.”

You moan while grinding on his crotch, wet pussy wrapped around his bare dick. The minute you stepped out of his car and entered his apartment, he started undressing you without a word. Now here you were, fully naked and coating his dick with that good sticky shit. Erik has his fingers on your clit, rubbing in a slow circle while he instructed you to keep wetting his dick down to his balls.

Erik places his fingers within his mouth before grabbing your waist, angling you and making you bounce on his dick in rhythm with his grinding. It was an erotic sight to see, legs spread wide, pussy wet, hard dick all slick.

“Fuck, Y/N, got me ready to buss a fucking nut, damn girl!” He slaps your ass, “You ain’t all sweet, your little ass a fucking devil. What kinda sweet girl put a pussy like this on a nigga? Ain’t never heard of that.”

Erik grabs his dick, smacking your pussy with it, “Get on your fucking knees. Go on, ma, get down there.”

You were on your knees now, grabbing his dick with one hand, licking yourself off of him.

Damn this girl.

“Y/N, don’t be shy girl, c’mon, lil mama,” Erik motions for you to take him more, “open up...yesss, just like that. Mhm, good girllll.”

You gag on him. He was just so big. You had to stop and look at his dick like it was from another world. He laughs at your tear stained face and swollen lips. The spit on your chin he had a lot of fun with it seems, smearing it in with his fingers.

“I ain’t say you were done,” he jerks his dick, smacking you in the chin, “let’s go, ma, dick ain’t gonna suck itself.”

You grab him up, sucking him again. This time, he was fatter than before. What the hell was this! Your pussy was leaking, no lie. You could feel it on your thighs. Fuck if you weren’t sucking his dick. Erik rolled his eyes, head falling back when your tongue snaked up his dick.

“And you was tryna play scared?! Shit,” he shakes his head, “scared of what Y/N? You ain’t afraid of all this big dick.”

Erik grabs your hair, fucking into your mouth. You grab his thighs, eyes on him while he fucks your mouth.

“Damn, I’m balls deep in your mouth.” He grunts, pushing one final time before releasing your mouth, a thick stream of spit caught on your lips.

“Sloppy mouth bitch.” He slaps you with his dick. You were so astonished. He just hit you with his dick.

“Fuck. Me,” he looked from his dick to your wet face, “Come ride Daddy.”

You climb up, watching him apply a condom again. You pout with sadness, looking down at him roll the condom over all that spit on his dick. The vision was covered and it had you rolling your eyes.

“Fuck you doing all that for?” He caught that shit.

“If you fuck me raw I won’t act like this,” you speak in a timid tone. Erik licks his lips leaning back to admire you.

“You want some raw dick?”

You nod yes.

“Ard...take the condom off then.”

Quickly, you snatch it off, throwing it to the ground.

“Like I said, a slut for this dick,” he pulls you over him, “Get up here and fuck me since you want it raw. Fuck this dick like you tryna mold my shit in that little kitty.”

You squat over him on your tip toes, rubbing his dick over your clit a bit before lowering over him. He slaps your ass extremely hard, the connection complete and your lips in a full pout now.

“Yeah, thats my fucking girl, such a good little girl. Making that face I like, that dumb struck face with all this dick in you balls deep, fuck.”

You start bouncing, hands on his shoulders and head thrown back.

“Ohmygodddd ohmygoddddd.”

He was really hitting different. It was so much pressure you were sure to squirt. The dick was knocking on your walls for a squirt in return. Damn, his big dick was all the way in there. Shit didn’t make no sense.

“You hear all that?” He speaks to you but you were dickmatized, “you are splashing on me, girl! What the fuck!” You sure were. You could hear it loud and clear.

“Yes I am, oh my Godddd,” you gasp.

“Yes I am, Daddy. I’m so wet, Daddy.”

“You taking this big dick girl, it’s okay for me to keep fucking you like this? Fuck, Y/N this pretty pussy so wet.”

His hands were everywhere. He was low on the couch, hips pumping up into you with his eyes low and on your face. You were in an eye lock with him and it made the moment even better.

“Never thought you would be bouncing on this dick did you?” You both shake your heads at the same time, “I already know I just wanted you to agree with me, sexy bitch.”

You watch as he presses his hand into your back, lifting your leg with the other hand, pounding into you, beating your shit in.

“Damn, ma, I got you looking possessed,” he says all of this while fucking you deeper, flesh smacking louder, “mhmmm, this cool? Huh? Daddy hitting that spot, right?”

You were in no shape to speak. This man had a tight grip on your leg while he beat the brakes off your pussy.

“Shit better than the first time? You getting all of me girl ain’t no holding back. You want this raw dick you taking it like a big girl.” He slows down, making you feel every inch. It was literal murder.

“You a big girl,” he looks down at the way his dick was fucking you, “big girl when you getting this pussy fucked.”

“Fuck, yes.” You moan out. You’d be a big girl and take anything. This man had you wide open.

Damn, hold up, shit,” Erik slips out, arching you over the couch now. He used your shoulders, pushing you down so your face was pressed into the cushions. Your ass was pointed so far up, pussy spread wide for him to slip inside with ease. Your pussy was already wet anyway so he would be in that shit with no problem real soon.

“Throw this phat ass back on me.”

You move with as much energy as you could force. He had you tired. You move your hips seductively while throwing it back, your eyes on him to watch his every reaction. You watched him take in a deep breath, several to be exact, trying his best to control the urge to cum.

“This little pussy finna make me buss.”

You were about to buss from the way his head stroked your sweet spot.

“Ahh, I’m about to cum, Daddy,” you grab the back of the couch, legs shaking and cum spilling out like warm sugar.

“Pussy so sweet, Y/N,” he grabs your hips, taking control now while drilling you. The change of pace had your mouth wide open and eyes glossy from the pressure.

“Damn, you really in there!” You yell, back muscles flexing from the intense feeling. This man was stirring your guts around like a bowl of noodles.

“You putting it on me Daddy I don’t wanna stop!!!” You yell with literal tears in your eyes. You were being completely honest. You didn’t want him to ever stop. You wanted him to keep going and going.

“Putting it on this tight pussy?” He asks with a smirk, “This my tight pussy, you hear me? My tight pussy, little mama.”

“Yes, it’s for you!” You couldn’t believe it, you were cumming again, “DADDY MY PUSSY!!!”

The way you reacted to him had his balls tight and dick rippling, ready to cum.

“Best believe little girl I’m taking. this. SHIT.” He started fucking then stoping, fucking then stopping, like a pattern of torture. Your body would jerk forward in surprise, and then he would stop for about three seconds leaving your clit a throbbing mess. Each time he started back up you would gasp, the surprise of it leaving you motionless and breathless.

“Mhm,” he stops, slapping your ass, “Mhm.”

You reach back, hoping for him to grab your wrists. When he does, you prepare for the pounding of your life. Arching more, you feel him increase momentum, eyes growing lower and lower each time. He had you hooked. That’s it. You were fucking Erik Stevens from now on.

“How you feel about me bussing this pussy open?” He says in a breathless tone.

“I feel so good, Daddy.”

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You watch as he sucks on your nipples, your shirt lifted over your head. You just got out of the shower, your legs weak. He had you against his front door, wet hair all over your face and chest arched forward into his mouth. You cry and do it loudly like a whiny brat, his tongue flicking your nipples in the best way.

“Daddy...stop...” you push at him weakly.

He starts sucking like a damn baby and you extend your head back, hitting the door with a loud thud.

“Chill out,” you say between breathless moans. He was a damn animal for you.

“Daddy, what the fuck,” you rub your thighs together, “ooo...stop,”

He doesn’t say a word as he tongues and sucks on your titties. Nipple play never aroused you this much. Erik was a man of firsts for you. How was it that you could feel your pussy throb and drip from this? His eyes meet yours while he flicks his tongue over your right nipple. Damn, he was a fine motherfucker with a mouth you wanted to sit on. Imagine having a tongue like that slipping from front to back and side to side in your slit.

“Daddy eat my pussy,” you ask with no regard.

“Suck on that pussy?” He lifts with spit on his chin, “If I eat it you ain’t going no where for the night cuz im only gonna fuck you again.”

“So?” You sass, “plus, I’m gonna be here more often anyway. My calculus teacher recommended me to you for tutoring.”

He looks at you with dark eyes of lust while twirling your nipples, “Damn, forreal?”

“Yeah, I figured you could reward me with more dick if I do well.”

“Yeah, I can do that. But that means you gotta do well though.”

You kiss your teeth, “Okay, I’ll do my best.”

“Put that bag down and undress. Squat over the couch with that pussy sitting over the edge, okay?” He said it so casually, his naked chest looking edible.

“Okay,” you put your bag down, undressing again. You know you looked a mess but he didn’t care about that shit. Walking to the couch, you watch him as he takes a hit from his blunt. You get into position, arching with your legs wide and pussy sitting for his mouth. Erik admires you while blowing smoke from his lips, walking over to you and getting on his knees.

“You gon pop that ass and pussy while I eat your juicy shit from the back?”

“I’ll do whatever you want me to.”

“Good.”

You could feel him turning around, his arms up and on your ass, spreading you wide. You feel his lips kissing your pussy, eyes closing with bliss. He tongues your folds apart, his tongue dancing with your nectar. He slobs, then slurps, slobs, then slurps, a continuous pattern. Each time you would flinch, your clit jumping each time he did it. Fuck if you would get your pussy ate from someone else. He knew your pussy like the back of his hand. His tongue started flicking upward, only the tip of it teasing your clit and inner folds. It moved all over, Erik working that thing. You claw at the couch, turning your head no matter how painful to try and watch how he did that. This man was full of surprises.

“Daddy, how you doing that?” You ask with a sweet tone. He responds with a sloppy kiss to your clit. You fall against him, giving in to his dance.

“Fuck, Daddy.” You start popping your ass, the feeling of his gold slugs making you shiver. Shit, he was making you cum. Already this man was making you squirt. You were overwhelmed.

“SHIT,” you shake, pussy squirting in his mouth. He applauds you with a slap to the ass before going back to work. Now your clit was overworked and sensitive. The more he slobs the more you cum. And just like that, you were creaming.

“Oh, fuck yeahhhhh.” You talk into the couch cushion beneath you.

“My dick hard again. I told you.” He stands, dick ready to rip through his sweats.

You could hear your phone ringing, sure that it was Brandy but all that didn’t matter, Erik had you up in the air. You could see yourself in his mirrors that he had on his living room wall over his TV. You were so small compared to him. He’s taller, extremely taller, and so toned and cut, not one part of his body was covered with fat. He looked into that mirror too, eyes on you at times but also on the way he held you up like you were as light as an infant, bringing you down over his dick. Each time you both connected he would look back at you to catch your reaction. It didn’t matter how this man fucked you, it was great each time.

Erik walks over to the mirror while he still bounced you, turning sideways now, those full lips of his pouty and his eyes low and hazy.

“Creaming on me something serious,” he rewards you for that buy fucking up into you quickly. Your toes curl, hands around the back of his neck squeezing.

“Y/N, damn,” he scrunches his face, hands palming your ass to keep you up and open for him, “Baby girl, look at me.”

You look at him, moans stuck in your throat.

“Why you letting me take this pussy like this? You not afraid to fall for a nigga?”

You were already falling. It was only day two. He knew what he was doing. He played the game well.

“You not afraid to fall for me?” You catch your breath, “you’re not afraid to get pussy whipped by a girl like me? A little mama?”

“Nah, ma,” Erik shakes his head with a smirk, “not at all.”

You blush, your pussy gushing further over him. He may be your fuck buddy now but the thought of him being more excited you. He made you forget about your ex. Erik was the man of your dreams now a reality.

“Shit, I’m about to have a big fuck nut!!!” You watch as he fucks you at full throttle, body bouncing, wet pussy sliding, moans and groans loud for the entire apartment complex to hear.

“Fuck, girl!!!!” Erik slips out, resting you on the floor while cumming on your face and titties. You catch as much as you could and scrape up the rest to put on your tongue. Erik watched you with primal eyes, his sweat dripping on you. The sweat that smelled like citrus and patchouli. While you tasted and swallowed his cum you wished he would cum in you. You know why but damn his dick was good that’s where you wanted it next! You could only beg for it honestly.

“Ard, ma, time to get up we got some studying to do.” He picks you up, throwing you over his shoulder. You watch him pick up your back pack Erik walking you back to his bedroom. How were you going to study and get through the semester with Erik’s dick in you at any given opportunity? This was going to be tough. Erik drops you on the bed, your body bouncing. As you sit up and fold your legs, Erik opens you bag while his blunt rested between his lips, pulling all of your things out that you needed.

“I’m serious about this studying, shorty. Education is important. You want me to help you out you gotta pay attention to everything I tell your little ass, Aight?”

“Okay, whatever you say, Erik.” You pull your hair up into a top knot bun.

“Gotta work hard for what you want,” he looks at you, a smirk growing on his face, “you hear me talking to you?”

“Yes, Daddy.”

“Daddy Erik when I’m in that puss, professor Erik when we hitting these books,” he takes a puff of his weed, “you smoke?”

You take the blunt without answering, smoking a little.

“Aight, what you get on your calculus exam?”

You felt embarrassed to say. You knew he would frown at you if you told him what it was.

“I’m an A average student, Erik.” You try and ease away from answering his question. His eyes were on you like he was ready to fuck you yet again.

“Ma,” he shakes his head, “just tell me. What you get?”

“A fucking 79.”

“You can do better but that’s better than shit I’ve seen. Stop beating yourself up, Y/N.”

His words had you dripping on his bed. You bounce, titties jumping and a seductive smile on your face. Your eyes focus on him, his still hard dick pointed to your mouth. He bites the corner of his lip, eyes peeking at the way your big ass titties looked bouncing. With a shake of his head and closed eyes, Erik grabs you by the chin, making you look up at him. He opens his eyes real slow, trapping you.

“Just suck my dick again, ma. You did that shit right the first time. I like the way you look chocking on my stick.”

Yep, this was going to be difficult.

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Bts - Suga’s first girlfriend cheats on him

Contains: Smut. Angst. Fingering. Oral sex. Vaginal sex. Shower sex. Warnings for drug use.

This documents how Suga meets his first serious girlfriend since his debut in BTS and how their 6 month relationship plays out.

This can be enjoyed on its own, but we imagine this as part of our ongoing storyline in our headcanon universe. This takes place several years before Yoongi meets Jeong-sun and the girl here is the “White” girl mentioned by Jeong-sun in our “BTS reacts to you being jealous and insecure about other girls around them” scenario.

To read each member & their girlfriend’s headcanon universe fics in order, follow the links here:

RM / Jin / Suga / J-Hope / Jimin / V / Jungkook & Our full masterlist can be found here

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PART ONE

If she had worked in a busier part of Seoul, her long, blonde hair and Caucasian features would have undoubtedly gotten her more attention from men in the local area. As it happened, the record shop she worked in was almost always deserted save for a few regular buyers who wondered down the narrow aisles leisurely, flicking through the vinyls, CDs and music equipment to the soundtrack of Warpaint or Amanda Palmer. She had eyed Yoongi from her place behind the counter indifferently during his first few visits, looking up from her current copy of NME magazine occasionally to watch him as he browsed the hip hop records and tried on the headphones on display. She vaguely recognised him from the television; her niece was obsessed with Idol groups and she was sure he had debuted recently.

His freshly dyed red hair, a few weeks after his first visit, confirmed her suspicions and she typed the bar code of the bass boosting device he was buying with an air of condescension into the desktop computer which served as a till. The store was independently run by her landlord and they hadn’t yet updated to a scanning system.

“Have you finished paying off the managers for your training yet?” She asked, slipping the device into a carrier bag and refusing to meet his gaze. Her voice was soft rather than scornful, but the meaning was clear nonetheless. She didn’t believe that Idol groups could be classed as real music and she made a point not to sell any K-Pop records in the store.

Half-expecting the man on the other side of the desk to grab the bag off her and storm out of the store, she was surprised when his eyes flicked up from the table to her face. She caught the change from the corner of her eye and met his gaze briefly before he dropped it to the name badge on her camouflage patterned t-shirt. The manager insisted on her wearing it, even though besides him and the occasional Saturday temp, she was the only person who worked in the store.

“Is that your surname?” Yoongi asked in a tone which she could not quite deduce. She frowned, looking down at her chest automatically; the blue enamel square rested just above the scant swell of her right breast, wondering whether he was genuinely curious or wanted to file a complaint. It wouldn’t have been the first time.

“First name.” She said after a moment, sensing it was the former.

“What’s your last name?”

“Park.” She anticipated the small smile which crept onto the man’s lips. Being the only white girl at school had certainly prepared her for being questioned a lot later in life. She had never been bullied per se, but the other children were always asking her about her hair or eyes; whether she dyed it or wore contact lenses. She eyed the younger male, unimpressed.

“Kim Park. Doesn’t that get confusing?” He said softly.

“I’m sorry…” She began sarcastically, before had really thought through her answer. “I can’t go back to 1991 and ask my mom to change my name to something more Korean.”

There was a pause as he met her gaze; chocolate coloured eyes against a fierce sea blue. “Or less Korean.” He quipped. A blush spread over her slightly freckled cheeks and he found himself reassuring her. “It’s a nice name. I’m Yoongi.” He finished as he slipped his fingers through the black carrier and headed out of the store. She watched him go, unsure on how to feel about what just happened but frustratingly aware of her increased heart rate as he closed the door behind him.

She was surprised to see him later that week, silently browsing the international rap section at the back of the store. It was a Saturday and she had to serve three customers before she had a chance to speak to him. She wasn’t sure why she wanted to, after all, they appeared to have nothing in common whatsoever, but she found herself wanting to get some kind of reaction from him. Reaching under the counter desk, she pulled out a CD case before strolling over to him casually. He seemed lost in his own world but the heady, resinous scent of her Dragon’s Blood perfume oil caught his attention.

“Here.” She stood behind him and extended her arm to show him the cover. “We ordered loads of these, they’re cluttering up our stock room.” He turned around, glancing briefly at her before eyeing the Kanye West CD in her hand. “I think the album’s shit…but you’ll probably like it.” She pushed it into his hand.

“I already have it.” He said, drily, his eyes fixed on the cover.

She rolled her eyes. “Of course you do.” She turned away, hoping to express an air of indifference as she walked back to the counter, leaving him with the album. He turned back to the rack of albums and slotted the CD into the correct compartment, shaking his head with a small smile.

It pissed her off like there was no tomorrow, but she found herself anticipating his visits. She typically had Sundays and Mondays off work as her manager covered the shifts but she found herself coming downstairs from her small apartment above the store at sporadic periods throughout the day, ignoring the flirty glances of her older co-worker to glance around the space, seeking him out. As though in an effort to get him off her mind, one Saturday evening, in a drunken haze she decided to shave the underside of her hair on the right hand side, leaning over the old, chipped bathtub in her apartment as she did so blindly. In the morning, once the hangover had worn off and she had taken the courage to look in the bathroom mirror, she found herself questioning her life choices as well as swearing to lay off the booze.

Yoongi, on his next visit the following Tuesday, didn’t disappoint in his quip. “Did you slip?” He asked, eyeing her hair from the other side of the counter with a straight face.

She scowled. “It was on purpose.” She looked over at his slightly curly cherry red locks. “What’s your excuse?” She raised an eyebrow apathetically.

He shrugged and flashed her a brief, gummy grin. She couldn’t help but notice how her chest fluttered a little at the sight. “Couldn’t find my beanie.” He said as an explanation. There was a pause between them before he spoke again. “Are you doing anything tonight?” It came off casual and she didn’t allow herself to read anything more into it.

She nodded, tugging subconsciously at the hem of her green cropped top. “I have a DJ gig tonight.”

“Anywhere I know?” He asked.

“Probably not.” Glancing at him nonchalantly, she handed him one of the A6 sized flyers from the edge of the counter. He took it silently, looking at the address on the bottom of the colourful design. “Do you know Kraftwork?”

He shrugged before tucking the leaflet into the pocket of his parka. As he turned to leave, she called after him, a little frantically. “Aren’t you going to buy anything?”

She tried to keep her expression neutral as he took a step back towards the desk and picked up a pin badge at random from the little rotating rack which perched on the edge. He handed it over to her without looking and she typed the bar code into the computer, making a mistake twice and having to start over. He waited patiently for her to finish before he handed over the correct change and pocketed the item.

She didn’t expect to see him that evening, but as she finished the end of her first set, she spotted him weaving his way through the crowd, clutching a bottled beer. He glanced at her, briefly meeting her gaze from behind the DJ decks, before heading to the edge of the room and perching his drink on the wooden ledge which jutted out of a whitewashed pillar. The club was small and by no means full, but Yoongi seemed out of place nonetheless. He was the only male not sporting visible tattoos for a start and his hair was shorter than the majority of the room. Her stomach flipped as her eyes followed him; unable to help her mouth from parting at the shock of seeing him there. He didn’t like her as much as she didn’t like him; at least she had never given him a reason to like her, yet here he was.

She tried to avoid looking at him as she ran through the playlist, some items selected by her and others part of a pre-arranged setlist. She practically cringed, twenty minutes later, when the opening lines of Kanye West’s Stronger began to blare through the room. Her eyes darted to the male in the corner for the first time in a while and she noted him looking down at the floor, a smug smile playing on his lips. She wrapped up the set ten minutes later to a room of polite applause. She had noticed several of the men in attendance eyeing the smooth flesh below her pleated skirt as she stepped off the platform and made a point to tug it down a little before walking over to Yoongi, allowing the club’s regular DJ to take over.

He took a sip of beer as she joined him. “Was that for me?” He asked, a sly smile playing on his lips. She reached over and slipped the glass bottle from his hand before pressing it to her lips and taking a gulp. He didn’t seem to mind.

“Don’t flatter yourself.” She rolled her eyes haughtily as she drank again. “It was on the setlist.”

He grinned warmly and nodded towards the bottle in her hand. “Do you want a drink of your own?”

She couldn’t help but raise an eyebrow at the offer. “Yeah.” She noticed her stomach churn pleasantly and thought for a moment. “I didn’t think I’d see you here.”

“Why?”

She shrugged but took a quick glance around the room, as though to demonstrate her next point. “It doesn’t seem like your scene.” She handed him back the bottle, now three quarters empty.

He seemed to shrug without really moving his body at all, it was something in his expression and movement. He turned towards the small bar at the back of the room. “What are you having?”

“Martini.”

He pulled a face and she regarded him with a mock sense of sternness “Is there something wrong with that?”

He shook his head as they headed towards the bar together. “No.”

They drank their drinks and parted casually after he explained he had to be up early the following morning. She didn’t need to ask why, even she had noticed his group gaining some heat in the past few weeks. The thought should have made her roll her eyes, but instead, as he left the club she found herself giddy at the prospect of seeing him again. It could have been the alcohol; since her incident with the haircut she hadn’t touched a drop until that evening, but the following week, as she subconsciously waited for him to visit the store, the feelings remained.

It was seven days before he turned up, five minutes before closing hours. The space had been deserted for the past twenty minutes and the tingle of the bell over the door made her jump a little from her space behind the desk. Her lips were puckered around the plastic mouthpiece of her electronic cigarette and she exhaled the flavoured vapour as he closed the door behind him and took a step into the room.

“I think there’s a law against that.” He nodded casually towards the black device in her hands but his posture seemed smaller than usual; less sure of himself. She felt the same as she put it down on the desk and walked around the counter.

“The manager doesn’t mind.” She walked straight past him, ignoring as his eyes trailed long her purple tartan skater dress to her bare legs; her red Converse pattering along the linoleum. “So long as there are no customers around.” She turned the hand-drawn sign in the door window over from OPEN to CLOSED before locking the door.

“Am I not a customer?” He asked, his eyes following her carefully as she pulled down the blinds and turned to him.

She shook her head slowly. “Not at the moment.” She walked over to him and took his hand silently in hers, leading him towards the open door behind the counter.

“Do you own the apartment?” He asked as he followed her up a narrow, squeaky set of stairs. She was deliberately slow; her short dress skimming along her creamy upper thighs.

“No, just renting from the manager. He’s also my landlord.” She explained as they reached the top. The apartment door was unlocked and opened on a cramped living space. Her double bed stood against one painted wall; a small kitchenette along the other. An open door on the other side of the room suggested it led to a small bathroom and there was a closet beside it. Closing the apartment door behind them, not bothering to lock it now the store was closed, she walked over to the bed. Yoongi found the source of the room’s scent, a heady mixture of incense and marijuana, almost immediately. Her beside table, beside her surprisingly neatly made bed, sported both a ceramic tray for burning joss sticks and a lime green bong which he eyed indifferently.

His gaze quickly returned to Kim as she slid the tartan dress from her long, slender body, pulling her arms out of the long sleeves. She was braless, and her pale pink nipples stood hard against the small mounds of her breasts as she dropped the garment on the floor, leaving her nude save a black thong. Yoongi’s eyes roamed over her body; her frame was leaner than the women he had been with before; the suggestion of muscles visible beneath her skin, no more obvious than on her stomach. He lingered on her small, perky breasts and the silver bar which adorned her left nipple. It suited her and made him feel a little breathless as she walked over to him, closing the gap between them, her expression unreadable.

“Why?” He enquired softly, meeting her eyes steadily.

She shook her head slightly, clearly frustrated with herself. “Just kiss me…” She pleaded. He hesitated for a moment before leaning forward to capture her lips. He kissed firmly at first, deliberately forceful against her for the first few seconds, their mutual desire obvious as he moved his hands to her waist to hold her steady. It was apparent to them both that they had a lot of tension to get out of their system; weeks of teasing and pestering each other coming to a head. She moaned into his slightly open mouth as their lips slowed, their kiss softening as they savoured and appreciated each other, their lips seeming to melt together. Later that evening, as Yoongi contemplated whether she had just wanted a quick fuck after all, the kiss would come back to mind and he knew that, despite herself, it had meant more to her than she let on.

The sound of her unbuckling the metal clasp on his belt rang out through the room and she palmed his bulge firmly, rubbing him through his jeans. Pleased to find him already hard, she pulled away from his lips to drop to her knees, tugging his boxers down with both hands before taking his cock into her mouth. He moaned softly, closing his eyes momentarily as she guided her lips down his length. Opening them again, he made a point to watch as she gazed up at him; her eyes never leaving his as she sucked in her cheeks and worked him with her mouth. His heart fluttered at the sight; if someone had asked him an hour before what she thought of him, a part of him suspected, despite the tension, that she disliked him. And, all things considered, she thought the same about him.

He found himself running his palm along the short section of her hair she thought he hated so much; his thumb brushing the short, fluffy strands tenderly as she sucked him; her pace steady and moderate. Something about this affected her and she clutched him closer, taking as much in as she could, her lips pressing against his skin as she moaned around him; enjoying his taste and the feel of his soft, warm flesh. His breathing was a little heavier than usual but otherwise steady, he controlled himself well and, when she finally pulled away and stood up, him helping her to her feet, she commented on this.

“You’re pretty quiet.” She murmured, wiping her lips with her fingertips gently.

He frowned, other hand still holding hers. “I’m sorry, I didn’t notice.” He hesitated, reading her expression. “You feel good.” He reassured her, meaning it as he said it. She nodded, satisfied, and kissed him. Moving his hands to her rib cage, he palmed the skin, just below her breasts.

“I like your piercing.” He murmured against her lips and felt her smile. She moved her hands over his and brought them up to the petite swell of her chest. Cupping the flesh from underneath, he ran his palms slowly over her nipples, being gentle with both but enjoying the cold sensation of the metal bar against his right hand especially.

Her mouth opened in an almost-silent gasp of pleasure. “I’ll show you the other one if you like.” She whispered. It wasn’t really a question and he raised his eyebrow as she pulled away and led him to the double bed. He laid back on the brightly patterned covers without resistance as she straddled his hips; her damp panties resting against his lower stomach as she leaned down and kissed him; her mouth wet under the canopy her blonde hair created. His hands roamed over her body as his tongue met hers, their breaths warm against each other as they kissed passionately.

She tugged up his shirt to reveal his bellybutton before sliding down off the bed, breaking away from him to pull down his jeans and boxers, throwing the later to the floor while she searched through the pockets of his denim. Yoongi watched her curiously, a little amused as she removed his plain leather wallet from one pocket and searched through it coolly. She smirked as she successfully found the single square packet of a condom in one of the compartment and dropped the wallet to the floor. Yoongi laid back onto the bed as she crawled back onto him, allowing her to slide the latex down his cock.

She removed her string panties quickly and sat on him, sinking her bare pussy down onto his length with a mutual gasp as he filled her completely. Reaching forward, curious, he brushed his fingers gently against the front of her wet slit and searched for the piercing she had mentioned. She smiled and spread herself open for him, angling her torso and hips back to give him a better view of the little silver bar on the pink hood above her clit. He circled it gently with his index finger as she began to ride him, her hips bouncing up and down energetically against his pelvis, fucking him ferociously. He grasped her hips with both hands as she increased her speed, first leaning back and snapping her neck back before moving forwards to press her palms flat against his covered chest; his plain t-shirt still on. She moaned loudly; her exclamations filling the small space; a direct contrast to the low, breathy grunts he exhaled each time he felt her, warm and tight and wet, envelop him. It didn’t take long for her to cum as she set her own, vigorous pace, as though milking herself of her own emotions.

Her orgasm was frantic and loud; she practically screamed as her hips slowed against him; her blonde hair hanging limply against her breasts. Needing to follow her quickly, he snapped his hips up to meet hers as she held herself still, resting on her knees as he pushed in and out of her. She whined again in pleasure when he came; his hands were momentarily hard against her hips, fingers digging into her sides as he let out an audible sob, moaning as he reached his high. She watched his expression carefully as he came, savouring the way his doll-like mouth dropped open and his eyes scrunched shut.

Rolling off him, she nestled herself against the headboard, legs slightly parted as she pulled her knees up to her chest as he removed the condom and dropped it easily into the bedside bin. They were silent for a few moments as their breathing slowed, before she spoke up.

“Can you pass me that?” She gestured over to the bedside table on Yoongi’s side. He hesitated for a moment before reaching for her lime green bong, picking up the stoner-purple lighter beside it automatically and handing them both to her. He gazed up at her, a little awkwardly, from his angle against the pillow.

“Was it that bad?” He asked, a little drily as he shifted to see her better, moving his body up the bed so they were seated side by side.

She raised her eyebrows at him, smirking as she lit the compacted ball in the narrow pipe, heating it with the lighter. “I always get high when I fuck.” She shrugged her shoulders easily and took a drag from the larger tube, exhaling a ring of smoke into the air. “Do you?”

He paused for a moment before shaking his head silently. He watched her searchingly as she took a couple of more hits; the potent scent filling the room, before changing the topic.

“Did you get it out of your system?” His voice was calm and curious.

She paused, her mouth pressed against the plastic tube. “The sex?” She asked.

He nodded, allowing himself to properly wonder for the first time that evening whether her feelings for him were as two-dimensional as he first thought.

Hesitating, she thought for a moment. “It was good.” She explained, simply, taking another hit.

He paused, thinking. “Could I make it better?” He looked at her and she met his gaze.

“I don’t know.” She inhaled from the tube. “Could you?” She asked straightforwardly. He looked at her for another moment, their eyes connecting, before he tapped her bare thigh gently, encouraging her to move over. She exhaled slowly with a grin, her head drifting back against the headboard dreamily as he moved between her thighs. She parted them submissively as he nestled himself onto the sheets and spread her outer lips with his fore and middle finger to view her flushed pussy.

“When did you get this?” He asked, brushing the silver piercing bar gently with the tip of his finger.

“About a year ago.” She realised why he had asked immediately and reassured him. “It hurt like a fucking bitch, but it’s okay now.” She smirked, looking down at him. “Do you like it?”

His eyes darkened as they focused on how wet and pretty she was. Her immaculately waxed lips allowed him to view her completely. “It’s sexy.” He answered honestly and she felt her stomach flutter at the compliment; it was worlds away from the way he provoked and aggravated her during his visits to the store and she couldn’t help but wonder whether he had liked her all along. Her thoughts scattered when he puckered his plump lips around her swollen clit, capturing the piercing between his mouth and touching his tongue lightly to the bud, feeling it move slightly against his muscle. She gasped in surprise at the intensity of sensation and quickly placed her bong on the carpeted floor before she had chance to drop it. She was glad she did when, moments later, Yoongi opened his mouth softly against her, showering her piercing with open mouthed, wet kisses, keeping his mouth pressed against her as he made out with her pussy. Everything seemed to throb with pleasure as she felt the marijuana she had been inhaling taking effect; the room seemed to swim pleasantly as he continued to kiss her; his tongue licking her inner labia gently before his lips closed around her once more. She could feel every motion intensely, every change in pace or pressure. Eventually, she commented on this, feeling as though her entire body was simultaneously being caressed with ice cubes and kissed by butterfly wings.

“It feels strange…”

He stopped his motion against her immediately at the sound of her voice, pulling his wet mouth away from her. “Do you want me to stop?”

She hesitated, thinking for a moment. “No.” She looked down at him; his red hair peeping from below her flat stomach. “Can you put your tongue inside?” Her voice sounded a little doubtful, tentative that he would do it, but he complied with her request without fuss, holding her legs apart as he tongued her opening, pushing inside gently. She moaned loudly at the new sensation, less intense and easier to palette in her current state than his clit work had been. She wondered how he would feel against her when she wasn’t high and whether she would be able to orgasm from it, but for now she enjoyed the slow, unhurried build of pleasure.

Eventually, knowing that the drug had stilted her ability to orgasm, she pulled him away gently and welcomed his wet, sweet kiss as she tugged him towards her mouth by his shirt.

“What did it feel like?” He asked. Her breath was ragged against his mouth and face.

She thought for a second. “Tingly.” She tried to find the right words. “Tingly everywhere…” She pecked his lips with her open mouth, unable to stop herself. “I could feel it in my fingers.” She finished, rolling off him gently and loosely grasping his fingers between hers. “Aren’t you going to take your shirt off?” She asked after a moment, looking down at his otherwise bare body. He glanced at her, questioning. “I want to see your chest.” She smirked in reply.

He laughed but removed the t-shirt from his torso easily. “It’s not that exciting.” He quipped, dropping it to the floor to join their other clothes before wrapping his arm around her shoulder.

PART TWO

Four weeks later…

Her cries echoed around the tiled room as he angled the shower head against her clitoris and moved it closer; the water splashed against her before spurting off in all directions. Yoongi pulled her closer to him, her nude back pressed against his torso as he clutched her tighter; one hand wrapped around the metal shower head and the other around her stomach, fingers splayed against her hard abdominal muscles. The bathroom was just as small and cramped as the rest of her apartment and, despite their physiques both being slight, their limbs cascaded over the side of the white tub; her toes skimming the tiled floor as she spread her legs wider.

"Fuck Yoongi…fuck…” She practically screamed as he moved his spare hand to her wet nub and began to rub her, the shower head lubricating her further before the water drained down into the open plug. Their bodies were both thoroughly damp from the spray of the tap; their hair clinging to their foreheads. He had dyed his back to a medium brown some days before and she had found herself unable to tease him about it. It suited him.

He explored her body further, dipping his fingers gently into her opening momentarily before rubbing the smooth, pink skin of her labia minora, savouring her loud moans from the hard spray of water. Despite the outdated appliances in the bathroom, the water pressure was surprisingly good. It was Liberation Day and the store had closed for the national holiday, leaving them the day to spend alone together. It was one of the first opportunities they had had to do so; with his hectic schedule and her in charge of the store five days out of seven.

“Don’t you stop you cunt.” She shrieked as he opened his mouth against her neck, moving her long, wet hair aside to the other shoulder to kiss along her skin. Moving his spare hand away from her pussy, he moved the shower head closer until it almost touched her and pinched her nipple gently. Her body shuddered against his chest as she came; a string of expletives leaving her lips and loudly echoing.

They got dressed slowly, in no hurry as he pulled on his jeans and she slid into a plain cotton dress.

“Can you speak English?” He suddenly asked as he pushed his arms into the sleeves of his black band t-shirt.

She nodded. “I can. I usually don’t.”

“Why not?”

She sighed. “At high school people would ask me to curse for them in English. It got boring.”

He reached down and handed her a pair of burgundy tights she can discarded on the floor earlier in the day. “You have no problem cursing in Korean.” He quipped, remembering the words which had escaped her mouth in the bathroom as she reached orgasm. “Are your parents American?” He asked.

She shook her head. “Grandparents. On mom’s side. They moved over after the war.” She sat on the bed to slide on her tights as she told her story offhandedly. “My dad’s English. He settled here for a few years while he was working on the oil rigs and met my mom.”

“Is he back in England now?” Yoongi asked, curious.

“Yeah, outside of Manchester.” She finished dressing and got to her feet.

“Does he support United or City?”

She smirked. “City.” They grinned in unison before a banging sound from downstairs caught her attention. At first her face frowned as she considered the possibility of a burglary, but the soft sound of New Wave British pop drifted up the stairs and she relaxed. “It’s just Min-Kyu…” She automatically headed towards the apartment door and went downstairs. He followed her, the steps creaking beneath his socks as they entered the almost-deserted store.

Her boss was in his mid-thirties at a guess and sported the kind of wiry black moustache Yoongi often saw when accompanying Kim to her DJ-ing gigs. He was standing behind the counter in a casual pair of jeans and shirt, fumbling with the cash register. He waved as they entered the room.

“Afternoon Kimberly.” He called familiarly as they approached; he regarded Yoongi coolly. “Kimberley’s friend.” He nodded before turning back to the register. “I let myself in, I hope you don’t mind.”

“Is something wrong?” She asked, leaning forward to see. He was trying to pry the metal draw open with a screwdriver.

“It started sticking yesterday.” He explained. The day before had been his shift. “Luckily there were no customers after 4pm because it wouldn’t open.”

Kim frowned, trying to work out the problem. “I’ll get a better screwdriver.” She murmured before heading back upstairs. There was a moment of silence between the two men as she left before Yoongi extended his hand.

“Do you want me to try?”

The man nodded and handed him the device. “If you can mate. I’ve been trying for the past half an hour.”

Yoongi moved past him and bent down, inserting the flat end of the instrument into the gap between the till and the desk. The man chuckled restlessly behind him.

“You sure seem to know how to give a girl a good time.” He said, making Yoongi frown. “It’s a good thing we don’t have any neighbours…”

The younger male realised what he was talking about and shifted uncomfortably. The landlord went on.

“That’s the good thing about living above a record store though…you can drown it out easily.” He winked as Yoongi managed to gauge the draw open. “Oh…you did it!” Min-Kyu exclaimed as Kim came noisily down the stairs, clutching an array of screwdrivers. “Crisis over. Your boyfriend’s done it.” The older man grinned, stepping away from the pair. “I’d better go. Leave you to it.” He waved, a little awkwardly as he left the store, locking the door behind himself with his own key before walking down the street.

Yoongi turned to Kim who regarded the devices in her hand with some embarrassment.

“I guess we don’t need these.” She smirked, placing them down on the counter. Yoongi wondered whether she was going to mention how Min-Kyu had called him her boyfriend, since they had never spoken about that side of things, but the moment seemed to pass without any discomfort.

“Have you known him long?” Yoongi asked as they headed back up the stairs.

“Min-Kyu? Three years or so, why?”

Yoongi shook his head. “Just wondering. Did the apartment used to be his?”

“Yeah, he moved to a bigger place but I rent it pretty cheaply.” She shrugged. “He used to like me.”

Yoongi didn’t say anything. He had known that from the moment the older man’s eyes roamed over her. He tried not to think about it as they entered the apartment together, holding hands.

PART THREE

Five months later…

“Can I come over?” Yoongi clutched his cell to his ear, his other hand pressed firmly against the dressing on his stomach. He felt a little sore and winced at the contact, reaching over to his bedside table and swallowing three white pills dry.

“Sure.” Her reply on the other end of the phone came a little slowly, and he couldn’t help but wonder if he had interrupted something. He arrived at the store half and hour later, twenty minutes after it closed and waited to be let in.

“How are you?” She asked as they headed up the narrow stairs and into her bedroom.

“They said it would take six weeks to heal.” He turned to face her as she closed the door behind them. “I missed you.” His eyes roamed over her face, taking her in before he leaned forward and kissed her passionately. She looped her arms loosely around his shoulders as it quickly turned heated; he nestled against her, tilting his head to the side to capture her mouth closely.

“The doctor says I can’t have sex until then.” He said, a little breathlessly as he pulled away, frowning. “You have no idea how much I want to.”

He couldn’t read her expression but thought nothing of it, exciting to have her back after weeks of being away, he led her backwards onto the bed and pushed her into the covers, showering her bare thighs with kisses as he crawled forward.

“No, wait Yoongi.” She gasped as he reached her panties, visible under her short denim skirt. “You don’t have to…” She said weakly, her hand hovering against his hair, naturally black once more.

He frowned, sensing that the doubt in her voice was due to her being anxious for his well-being. “It’s okay. They gave me painkillers.” He reassured her as he moved back in. She didn’t protest as he hooked his hands under her skirt and pulled down her pale pink panties and threw them aside. He petted her clitoris a couple of times before pressing a lingering kiss against her, sucking her nub between his lips gently. He pushed her skirt further up her body to gain better access as he licked and probed with his tongue, kissing her sensually and moaning at her familiar taste. While she didn’t remain silent, it became increasingly obvious that what he was doing wasn’t working her up. He pulled away to place a few tender kisses against her inner thigh.

“Are you okay?” He asked against her skin. When she didn’t reply he pulled away completely, his brow crumpling. “What’s wrong?” He sat up, perched on his knees, careful to not make any sudden movements in case he hurt his stomach further.

“I…” She began, pulling down her skirt to cover herself, as though embarrassed about her nudity. “I don’t know how to tell you…” Yoongi wasn’t sure whether it was her voice which worried him or the way she suddenly seemed bothered about him seeing her naked. She sat up against the headboard.

“Tell me what?” He asked.

There was a pause. “Min-kyu…” She said, her voice frail. There was a long moment of silence and understanding as Yoongi immediately put the pieces together. He had seen her boss on a couple of occasions since the first time and, while he had never questioned her, it had seemed obvious to him that there had been some past history there between them. He had tried to push the thought to the back of his mind. After all, everybody had a past didn’t they? Her expression now said it all and he couldn’t help but ask.

“Did you fuck?” His voice was surprisingly calm.

Her bottom lip quivered. “Sort of.”

“How do you ‘sort of’ fuck?” A hint of disbelief crept into his tone but he remained calm. It was this, more than the truth which made her start to cry.

“It just happened!” She tried to explain, clutching her face between her hands as her eyes streamed.

“When I was in hospital?” He asked collectedly.

“I didn’t know what was wrong with you!” Her voice grew louder between the sobs. Instead of making him feel sorry for her, it made his body feel hotter; he could feel his cheeks glowing red.

“Does that make it okay?” He asked with a frown.

She paused before shaking his head. “No…” She forced herself to look at him properly for the first time that evening. Her storm-blue eyes were glistening and shiny. “I feel terrible.” She finished. Her answer told everything he needed to know; it wasn’t an apology as such, more of an admittance. It wasn’t just sex. At some point over the past few weeks, she had fallen for Min-Kyu.

“I don’t believe this!” He turned away from her, exasperated, clutching his dark hair with his fingers.

“I’m sorry Yoongi.” She said, weakly.

“It was appendicitis, not a coma.” His face twisted in confusion as he turned to face her. “You could have called.”

“I did.” She sobbed.

“How many times?”

It felt like an accusation and she didn’t answer.

“How long has this been going on?” He asked, needing to know. Had she been seeing him behind his back this whole time? He doubted it but the nagging feeling of doubt was enough to make him question how much of their six month relationship had been real after all.

“There’s nothing going on.” She sighed, drying her face with the back of her hand.

Yoongi paused as he considered her answer. “So you don’t have feelings for him?” He eventually asked. The look on her face said it all and she didn’t attempt to answer. He turned around and headed back down the stairs, ignoring the sound of her calls from behind him.

He finally plucked up the courage to visit the store two weeks later to pick up the things he had left in her apartment; a pair of Bose headphones, a couple of spare T-shirts and his favourite black beanie. It was a weekday, so was surprised to find Min-Kyu serving behind the counter. He entered the store regardless and regarded him expressionlessly.

“I came for my stuff.”

Min-kyu looked up from the desk and a moment of panic passed over his features as he realised he was otherwise alone in the store. The moment of fear passed as he realised that Yoongi was too upset, or too fed up, to argue with him. He muttered something in reply and got up to unlock the door to the upstairs apartment. Kim was away, visiting relatives and had taken holiday time to do so. The older male stood hesitantly in the doorway of the living space, watching as Yoongi collected a few items from the closet and bedside table.

“Look.” He started, feeling as though he had to say something. “I’m sorry about how things turned out with Kimberly.” The fact that he was the cause of their breakup didn’t seem to really register with him or cause any guilt. When Yoongi turned to go back downstairs, however, he stepped aside quickly, suddenly worried he may have said the wrong thing. The younger male surprised him as they crossed paths for the final time.

“You both suit each other.” He said softly. Min-kyu wondered, as the sound of the bell above the shop door alerted him to the fact Yoongi had left, whether it was meant as a compliment or not. The man’s tone of voice was hard to read into. Just as well, he thought, it could have been an insult.

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sims-psycho · 5 years

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I’m pretty sure I already asked you the hella cute questions for Billie 🤔 So odds for Luna and evens for Kit! 💕

ok, so, this took me so. fucking. long. but I love you for it cuz I’m shit at char development so thANK YOU FOR ASKING ANGEL!!! ♡ ♡

1. Who was the last person you held hands with? ~ Kane of course

3. Who are you looking forward to seeing? ~ I know this probably isn’t what you mean, but I have a meeting with the drama teacher at college today to see if I can help with the costume design for the musical and I’m pretty excited *smiles*

5. If you were drunk would the person you like take care of you? ~ I know he would because he may or may not have had to in the past *blushes*

7. Do you think you’ll be in a relationship two months from now? ~ Yes, me and Kane are really good

9. Does talking about sex make you uncomfortable? ~ Depends on who it’s with

11. What does the most recent text that you sent say? ~ ‘Yeah sure, do you need anything else?’ to my mum, she wants me to grab some stuff from the shop on my way home

13. Do you like it when people play with your hair? ~ My hair gets really tangled so not really

15. What good thing happened this summer? ~ summers not over yet! *giggles*

17. Do you think there is life on other planets? ~ Absolutely, even if it’s just a shred of bacteria, the universe is to extensive for use to the be the only ones

19. Do you like bubble baths? ~ Ooo, yes, a lot *laughs*

21. What are you bad habits? ~ I’m a bit of a workaholic, so I guess that’s sort of a bad habit

23. Do you have trust issues? ~ I don’t think so, thankfully

25. What part of your body are you most uncomfortable with? ~ My nose is really wide and, yeah i know it’s silly but everyone has their insecurities i guess

27. Do you wish your skin was lighter or darker? ~ Not at all, I love my skin tone and my heritage

29. Have any of your ex’s told you they regret breaking up? ~ I’ve only really been with Kane

31. If your hair long enough for a ponytail? ~ I guess, but it’s not really ‘long’ more just big

33. Spell your name with your chin. ~ ,ljna *giggles* I tried

35. Would you rather live without TV or music? ~ As much as I love a good Netflix binge I’d have to say TV, music is just so good in so many different situations

37. What do you say during awkward silences? ~ Depends on the situation, but I normally try and say something positive, if not that I just stay quiet

39. What are your favorite stores to shop in? ~ I only really buy second hand clothes, or I make them so I don’t really know

41. Do you believe everyone deserves a second chance? ~ Yes, the core of someone never changes, but how they view the world does

43. Do you smile at strangers? ~ Sometimes *smiles*

45. What makes you get out of bed in the morning? ~ I guess I just always have stuff to do

47. Have you ever been high? ~ Maybe….*looks sus*

49. Have you done anything recently that you hope nobody finds out about? ~ Yes *looks uncomfortable*

51. Ever wished you were someone else? ~ When I was a young teen, but I don’t think that’s that unusual

53. Favourite makeup brand? ~ Milk makeup

55. Favourite blog? ~ n/a

57. Favourite food? ~ Any kind of caribbean food my mum makes

59. First thing you ate this morning? ~ Crumpets *cute smile*

61. Been suspended/expelled? For what? ~ Omg never, that would be the end of my life right now

63. Ever been in love? ~ I am right now *blushes*

65. Are you hungry right now? ~ Not really

67. Facebook or Twitter? ~ Facebook

69. Are you watching tv right now? ~ How did you know!? *looks shocked* I’m halfway through sex education and it’s hilarious *giggles*

71. Craving something? What? ~ I could always eat dark chocolate, it’s my favourite

73. Do you sleep with stuffed animals? ~ Yeah…..my little bunny *blushes*

75. Favourite animal? ~ I like deers, just think they’re really elegant

77. Chocolate or Vanilla? ~ Vanilla

79. What colour shirt are you wearing? ~ It’s like a pinky red sort of colour

81. Favourite tv show? ~ I really love Killing Eve

83. Mean Girls or Mean Girls 2? ~ Who even likes mean girls 2!? *scoffs and laughs*

85. Favourite character from Mean Girls? ~ Gretchen *giggles*

87. First person you talked to today? ~ My mum

89. Name a person you hate? ~ I don’t think I really hate anyone

91. Is there anyone you want to punch in the face right now? ~ No!!

93. How many sweatpants do you have? ~ Only a couple pairs, and I only wear them in the house

95. Last movie you watched? ~ Me and the gang watched birdbox last weekend, it was really creepy

97. Favourite actor? ~ I don’t think I have one

99. Have any pets? ~ We have a cat called Beanie, technically she’s my mums cat but she’s also kinda the family cat *smiles*

101. Do you type fast? ~ Oh yeah, it’s like fire comes off my fingers *laughs*

103. Can you spell well? ~ Uhh, yeah *smirks*

105. Ever been to a bonfire party? ~ I’ve been to a bbq party with family, but I don’t think thats the same *giggles*

107. Have you ever been on a horse? ~ Yeah, me and my sisters used to go to a horse riding club when we were little *smiles*

109. Is something irritating you right now? ~ Nope

111. Do you have trust issues? ~ No, I don’t have any reason to distrust anyone I know

113. What was your childhood nickname? ~ Little moon, or sometimes just lune

115. Do you play the Wii? ~ Me and my sisters used to play the super mario wii all the time when we were kids *smiles*

117. Do you like chicken noodle soup? ~ Yeah, it’s alright

119. Favourite book? ~ The Art of Faminisim

121. Are you mean? ~ I….I don’t think so

123. Can you keep white shoes clean? ~ Can anyone? *laughs*

125. Do you believe in true love? ~ Yeah, I think I do

127. What makes you happy? ~ Luckily, a lot. Off the top of my head, my family and friends, Kane, fashion and art and music and good food and a lot of other things *smiles sweetly*

129. What your zodiac sign? ~ Cancer

131. Your best friend of the opposite sex likes you, what do you do? ~ Be incredibly confused because Eli’s gay *laughs*

133. Favourite lyrics right now? ~ “You and I, wide awake / With the sky falling down / As we wait for the morning / Is there a place in the stars / Where the sky goes to sleep? / We got no way of knowing” Feel by Jacob Collier and Lianne La Havas

135. Dumbest lie you ever told? ~ Oh I can’t remember, I’ve probably told some dumb ones to my parents when I was younger though

137. How tall are you? ~ 5′7

139. Brunette or Blonde? ~ My hair is brown

141. Night or Day? ~ Day

143. Are you a vegetarian? ~ No, but I wouldn’t say I’m a huge meat eater either

145. Tea or Coffee? ~ Tea, I have lots of herbal teas that I drink depending on my mood *smiles*

147. Mars or Snickers? ~ Ooo, snickers

149. Do you believe in ghosts? ~ Yes, sadly it happens to unrested spirits *lowers head*

2. Are you outgoing or shy? ~ I’m super outgoing dude *laughs*

4. Are you easy to get along with? ~ I’m so chill, what are you sayin, of course *winks*

6. What kind of people are you attracted to? ~ Oh man, anyone who’s fit straight off, but people who are just ‘out there’ y’know

8. Who from the opposite gender is on your mind? ~ I saw a spunk on the beach last night, she disappeared before I could introduce myself

10. Who was the last person you had a deep conversation with? ~ Kasper, he lectures me all the time

12. What are your 5 favorite songs right now? ~ Ooh, that’s a toughie, uhhh, Cake by the Ocean, Funky Duck, Feels Like Summer, Andromeda aaanddd…..Wonderwall *laughs*

14. Do you believe in luck and miracles? ~ Sure, why not *chuckles* a lot of crazy shit happens everyday man

16. Would you kiss the last person you kissed again? ~ No joke, don’t know the last person I kissed, oops *laughs, embarrassed*

18. Do you still talk to your first crush? ~ Nah

20. Do you like your neighbors? ~ They’re a’ight. They don’t really leave there place though

22. Where would you like to travel? ~ I dunno, I’ve been to a lot of places, don’t really know where I want to go next

24. Favorite part of your daily routine? ~ I normally skate to the cafe Billie works at most mornings and grab a smoothie

26. What do you do when you wake up? ~ Jerk off *smirks*

28. Who are you most comfortable around? ~ Andie for sure, she sucks a lot sometimes, but she’s my sister and no one really gets me like she does

30. Do you ever want to get married? ~ Meh, maybe someday, but not for a loooooonggg time *chuckles*

32. Which celebrities would you have a threesome with? ~ you have no idea how happy I am i got this question *laughs cheekily* Chris Hemsworth and Cara Delevingne, I wouldn’t need to get any for like a year if that happned *laughs*

34. Do you play sports? What sports? ~ I surf and skate a lot, it’s kind of all I do tbh, me and Kas box together sometimes too

36. Have you ever liked someone and never told them? ~ Yup *smirks*

38. Describe your dream girl/guy? ~ Someone adventurous and confident who can put me in my place *winks*

40. What do you want to do after high school? ~ Man, no one has asked me about school in like, 40 years *laughs*

42. If your being extremely quiet what does it mean? ~ I’m never quiet *smirks*

44. Trip to outer space or bottom of the ocean? ~ Defo bottom of the ocean, I bet theres a lot of my shit down there *laughs*

46. What are you paranoid about? ~ I dunno, sometimes I freak out because the government is fucking up our planet and shit but Maya always tells me one day we’ll be the ones pulling the strings and it makes me feel alright

48. Have you ever been drunk? ~ *laughs* oh yeah

50. What was the colour of the last hoodie you wore? ~ Pink i think *chuckles*

52. One thing you wish you could change about yourself? ~ I’m perfect, what are you saying *smiles cheekily*

54. Favourite store? ~ Theres this tiny sakte shop across town that sell all sorts of cool shit

56. Favourite colour? ~ Like a greeny-blue kinda colour

58. Last thing you ate? ~ I think like an apple or something

60. Ever won a competition? For what? ~ I’ve won a fair few surf competitions in my time *smirks*

62. Been arrested? For what? ~ I know have, but I can’t remember what for, hasn’t happened in a while, I’m obviously not trying hard enough *winks*

64. Tell us the story of your first kiss? ~ pashed my p.e teacher in the kit room, that shit was hot *smirks cheekily*

66. Do you like your tumblr friends more than your real friends? ~ n/a

68. Twitter or Tumblr? ~ Twitter

70. Names of your bestfriends? ~ Andie, Kapser, Teegs, Erik, Maya and Max. I’ve got some friends back in Oz but I haven’t seen them in forever

72. What colour are your towels? ~ Black, cuz we emo in my house *laughs*

74. How many stuffed animals do you think you have? ~ None, i got this scraggly monkey thing that hangs from my rear view mirror in my car though *chuckles*

76. What colour is your underwear? ~ You wanna take a look yourself darlin’? *winks and smiles cheekily*

78. Favourite ice cream flavour? ~ All of them, I fucking dig ice cream so much, especially ben n jerry

80. What colour pants? ~ You really into my clothes aren’t you *smirks* I got green trunks on

82. Favourite movie? ~ The original Alien is fun

84. Mean Girls or 21 Jump Street? ~ 21 jump street defo, although I did like mean girls waay more than I thought I would when I saw it

86. Favourite character from Finding Nemo? ~ Shiiiit, I fucking loved that film, haven’t seen it in years though, whats the turtle called again? You know the really stoned one? *laughs* yeah him, or the shark

88. Last person you talked to today? ~ Kasper, I think

90. Name a person you love? ~ Getting all sappy now are we *smirks* want me to say you? I can if you want babe *winks*

92. In a fight with someone? ~ Nah, don’t take a lot to get me there though *smirks*

94. How many sweaters/hoodies do you have? ~ A fucking lot *laughs*

96. Favourite actress? ~ Margot Robbie is hot as fuck *smirks*

98. Do you tan a lot? ~ I’m tan 24/7 bby *chuckles*

100. How are you feeling? ~ High as fuck *laughs*

102. Do you regret anything from your past? ~ Yeah, but I try not to think about it, live in the moment and shit

104. Do you miss anyone from your past? ~ Sometimes, but I normally forget about it within a couple of mins

106. Ever broken someone’s heart? ~ Ahhh probably, have you seen me, how could I not *winks*

108. What should you be doing? ~ Fuck all *laughs*

110. Have you ever liked someone so much it hurt? ~ Fuuuck, yeaaaaah

112. Who was the last person you cried in front of? ~ I don’t cry around people….I don’t really cry at all tbh

114. Have you ever been out of your province/state? ~ I’ve been all over the world darlin’ *smirks* I’m a cultured guy *chuckles*

116. Are you listening to music right now? ~ I’m in a cafe and theres music playing so yeah

118. Do you like Chinese food? ~ I like all food

120. Are you afraid of the dark? ~ Haha, I do most of my wirk in the dark so I fucking hope not *laughs*

122. Is cheating ever okay? ~ No, unless your girl or guy cheated first, then it’s just payback

124. Do you believe in love at first sight? ~ Yeah, I’ve seen it happen

126. Are you currently bored? ~ Nah, you’re very entertaining *smiles cheekily*

128. Would you change your name? ~ Nah, my name’s alright

130. Do you like subway? ~ Not really, I don’t eat a lot of fast food

132. Who’s the last person you had a deep conversation with? ~ Kasper I think

134. Can you count to one million? ~ I Have to to count the reasons why you and me would make a cute couple *winks and then laughs*

136. Do you sleep with your doors open or closed? ~ Closed, who the fuck leaves it open!?

138. Curly or Straight hair? ~ My hair is kinda wavey, and on other people i like all types, I don’t descriminate *smirks*

140. Summer or Winter? ~ Summer!

142. Favourite month? ~ June duh, it’s my birthday month

144. Dark, milk or white chocolate? ~ yes *laughs*

146. Was today a good day? ~ It was a’ight

148. What’s your favourite quote? ~ Maya and Erik spurt some educational shit at me all the time but fuck do I have a ‘favourite quote’ *laughs*

150. Get the closest book next to you, open it to page 42, what’s the first line on that page? ~ the closest book to me right now is in the library across town so no way mate *chuckles

#luna steel #kit #oc's #character development #i've been chipping away at this for so long #it was super fun tho!#chuskasims #ask #asks #reply #answer

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littlemulattokitten · 5 years

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Dating App Conundrums

Alright so I’ve been planning to do this for a while, and may make a thing out of it just to chronicle the adventure from single to hopefully not, but who knows.

Basically I decided to research a few dating apps and try them out, since I’m the type of person who’s content to stay home, but also only likes going out with a friend or small group (not alone) - therefore my chances of meeting people are probably in the negatives without dating services like the ones I’m currently on.

This post will probably end up being both a review of some of these apps as well as a master shitpost detailing the adventures of a straight female attempting to find a straight male to date online. And I know Tumblr well enough that at least half the people who read this will have yet another reason to be proud of their not straight orientation. Because good fucking lord the nonsense I’ve seen.

Storytime begins below the cut. This isn’t going to be short. That’s your warning. It will probably be funny at some points though. It’s funny to live it, at least. And I may break it into parts, Idk yet.

Let’s get a few things out of the way first.

Until this experiment, I’d never used dating apps ever. I knew of them. Hated them on principle (dislike them even more now, but we’ll get into that later) and wanted nothing to do with them. I knew a few people who were happily married to a Match.com or OKCupid match but aside from that – I’d never even downloaded Tinder like everyone else I knew in HS and college.

I haven’t actually dated anyone since my first semester of college. On purpose. I broke off my engagement to my elementary school sweetheart (thankfully we are still good friends and our friendship recovered from that near disaster) and I just wanted to focus on myself for a while.

The small handful of relationships I have had that lasted longer than 6 months taught me a lot about what I want in my ideal mate. The one or two less-than-6-months-barely-relationships I had in high school taught me A LOT about what I will never put up with from people.

My “type” isn’t reflective of my dating history. I’ve gotten to the point with these apps where I’m combining their shallow-indorsing metrics with my own personal preferences. Basically going through an aesthetic checklist then scanning through their profile to see if the actual person is equally pretty.

Spoiler, I have to swipe left A LOT.

I’m a very particular person. I’m very introverted and I hate when someone makes conversation harder than it has to be. I can hold a conversation. I just refuse to be the only one putting effort into it. (This makes more sense later)

I’m beyond fed up with dating app culture but my perfect or close enough to perfect guy has gotta exist so most of my accounts will remain I fucking guess.

I’m not necessarily looking for Mr. Forever. I’ll gladly keep him if I find him, but I’m also not looking for a relationship that I know will be temporary. I don’t do things by halves. I want something solid, whether it lasts forever or not depends on a lot of things.

I CAN’T EMOTIONALLY MULTITASK. I can really only give one person my full interest and attention at a time, which doesn’t bode well for these apps bc you gotta be able to bounce form one to the next no matter how excited you were about someone. These apps fucking suck.

Okay. Now let’s begin properly.

I started with Bumble. Yes. I know. Introverted female starting on a dating app that requires her to make the first move. That can’t go badly right.

I damn near have a panic attack every time I get a match I stg. Anyway.

I was skeptical at first. I’m not huge on people knowing a lot about me from the outset (or I wasn’t - i give so much less of a fuck now bc it makes almost no difference on these things) so my profile was pretty threadbare and cold. Now, a few weeks later, my profile is an efficient snapshot with a splash of Slytherin “Don’t fucking test me.”

Did I mention I’m an INTJ Scorpio? Yeah my entire approach is gonna scream that and my Hogwarts house, just you wait.

Round 1 ~ Bumble 🐝🍯

Okay so Bumble is interesting. For those who don’t know, it’s basically Beehive-Themed Tinder except for heterosexual couples, the lady has to initiate conversation. (Either party in a same sex match can message first) She has 24 hours from the point where her and a fella have “matched” to do so, then he has 24 hours to respond and seal the match – ending the time limits.

Bumble also gives you a rough estimate of how far away someone is sometimes. I’ve read articles about how bumble’s location estimate feature has ruined relationships forged through bumble and generally turned women into paranoid psychos over matches. Can. Fucking. Confirm. It’s the most annoying thing ever. Why?

Android vs Apple. That’s literally why.

The way Bumble’s location service is supposed to work is that everytime you open the app, it updates your location based on your phone or computer’s location. As far as I can tell, that’s exactly how it works on my android phone.

Apple users. Y’all are a problem. Not because I give a shit about your iPhone, I don’t give a shit do you ffs, but IOS location permissions can allow apps to update your location without the app being open.

Reread that for me.

Without. The app. Being. Open.

Which basically means if you match checks your profile, they can tell whether you’re where you were when they swiped right (say, 26 miles away) versus, oh idfk, a whole state or two away.

Real specific example I know. Why? Because I ended up unmatching a guy I REALLY wanted to get to know better because of it.

Though, to be fair, guys are really lax about how they behave on these apps in my opinion, which is a bigger problem than the stupid IOS setting.

Allow me to explain.

Dating App Etiquette

It barely exists, but it should. Here’s the thing. On these apps, you basically swipe right on a pretty face and left on one you’re not interested in waking up to in the morning or sitting on. I’m only being half funny here. I’m convinced people use dating apps more for hookups than their intended purpose. Which, whatever, but for fuck’s sake make BumbleHookup. There’s BumbleDating, DumbleFriends, and BumbleNetwork or whatever. Just make BumbleDTF so we can filter these people out already.

BACK TO THE SINFULLY ATTRACTIVE AND INTERESTING DUDE I UNMATCHED

I’m still kinda peeved about this. In part at myself, but also just in general.

Most people seem to treat Bumble like Tinder. They don’t fill out their profile hardly at all. Have less than 3 pictures, have pictures that make it unclear who’s profile it is, or – my least favorite thing that is almost 100% regional – THEY REALLY FUCKING THINK A PICTURE OF THEM IN SUNGLASSES HOLDING A FUCKING FISH THEY JUST CAUGHT IS ATTRACTIVE. IT IS NOT. THAT’S NOT WHAT THE PICTURES ARE FOR. JUST SAY YOU LIKE TO FISH IN YOUR FUCKING PROFILE BECAUSE IF I HAVE TO LOOK AT ONE MORE MOTHER FUCKING FISH-

I’ve seen a lot of fish in the last few weeks. Like. So many that I’m basically auto swiping left if someone’s profile has less than 4 pictures and one or more contains a stupid fucking fish.

LOOK AT MY FUCKING USERNAME. LITTLEMULATTOKITTEN. IF A SELF-IDENTIFYING CAT TRAPPED IN A HUMANS BODY SAYS THERE’S TOO MANY FUCKING FISH – THERE ARE TOO MANY MOTHER FUCKING FISH.

I can guarantee this won’t be my last fish rant. You don’t understand how many fucking fish I’ve seen.

BUT THIS GUY DIDN’T HAVE ANY FISH IN HIS PROFILE.

So he already had my fucking attention. He was also startlingly handsome – not in a oh you exist off puss and nothing else there’s no other way someone as pretty as you with a penis could exist – but like “Oh. I’d…really like to look at that forever and sit on it if you’ll let me please.”

NOT ONLY DID I FIND HIM THAT ATTRACTIVE BUT HE SWIPED RIGHT ON ME TOO AND READ ENOUGH OF MY PROFILE TO ASK ME A QUESTION FROM THE LOWER HALF OF IT.

I was freaking the fuck out excited.

And frankly the odds of him seeing this are so fucking low that I’ll go ahead and tell you some specifics about the short convo we had, but nothing that could lead anyone back to him obviously.

He’d lived in my home state. First thing he asked was which city I was from. Then he guessed, claiming that guess was based off a beanie I was wearing in my second to last (I think) image available on my profile.

He’d lived in my home CITY. Which means he was familiar with the CULTURE. And would probably GET ME MORE THAN MOST GUYS IN MY AREA.

He worked in an industry/field I knew about and had almost gone into myself.

He was so fucking attractive. I have yet to come across someone who checked ever preliminary shallow box on my want list.

Biceps. Listen. We’re all a little shallow. Biceps do to me what ass and tiddy do to some guys. It’s one of the few really fucking strong visual things I have, followed by dark hair and blue eyes. But he was something of a gym rat, for sure, and I’d gladly torture myself at the gym if that man was going to be in my line of sight at all during the process.

Seriously. I’ve never seen someone who didn’t look like they had to be famous or an alien that made me go “He’s so pretty I want to cry.” EVER. I WANT TO CRY THINKING ABOUT IT BECAUSE WE’RE NOT MATCHED ANYMORE.

And last but not least – like almost every fucking match I’ve ever made, I could count his replies on one hand before he went radio silent.

So, how does this relate to that location issue, you may ask.

Because I didn’t fucking know that Bumble could update your location on some devices without you opening the app.

There’s no online/activity indicator for Bumble except their location updating. Which, when you’re really excited to get to know someone and they suddenly vanish, but they’re more likely than not still online, you might start to feel like you’ve been put on hold.

Life stuff, yes, makes sense, I get it. But these apps have push notifications (which can be buggy) and if you’ve matched with someone, odds are you’re interested enough to check back on occasion (unless you aren’t). So it quickly became a worry game.

Because, like I said, I can’t just say “I’m excited about you, but I’ll keep browsing”. I don’t work that way. Unless I’m not excited about someone, then yeah I’ll keep scatter-shotting. But if I’m not excited to get to know someone why the fuck would I swipe right.

Anyway. After a few days of silence, I was disappointed and getting bitter and the few proverbial bones I’d thrown him had gone unanswered. I knew I was overthinking it and letting my own insecurities get to me a bit, but at the end of the day, there’s a few general courtesies that should exist in online dating culture that don’t.

Why people are afraid or hesitant to say they’re too busy to respond much in their profiles is beyond me. Some guys have the right idea announcing that they’re bad at checking the app and offering their snapchat or telling matches to ask for it.

But even if you’re testing the waters with another match, we’re all on this app for the same fucking reason. Say so. I’m not the kind of person who will need to, because I don’t operate that way on these apps, but I would. Because if that person is really bothered by you finding out if you’re more compatible with someone you matched with prior to them, that tells you something about them.

Would I have been disappointed if that had been the case with this guy? Yeah, kinda. I probably would have felt like his second choice at best, even if he’d come back to chatting with me. But that’s how these fucking apps are designed. Buckle up or unmatch. Fuck your emotions and self-esteem.

I unmatched for my sanity, because that happened a few days into this whole experiment and I wasn’t on any other sites yet. I wasn’t really prepared to deal with this whole thing yet and I didn’t know what to expect. I felt like shit and decided that if he showed up in my feed again, maybe I’d super swipe him (paid extra special right swipe that tells them you REALLY like their face and whatever) but I still don’t know what I’ll do if he does.

Lowkey hoping it was all a misunderstanding and whatever but like, not at all holding out for that because what are the fucking odds.

And again, my disappointment stems mostly from the fact that I was really excited to get to know him. The idea of finding someone on this stupid app in less than a week who wasn’t forcing his fish pictures in my face, would absolutely be the type of person to encourage my own wellness goals, and who was obviously smart because of his career path, was such an exciting thought. If we’d hit it off and gotten along really well, I’d have been so many levels of shocked and overwhelmingly happy that I just don’t know what I’d do.

When someone who looks like they’re 100% your type actually reads your profile and swipes right – you get excited. I was really excited. I’m still a little sad/disappointed, but I’m basically over it.

Other Misc. Things I’ve Learned On Bumble and other Dating Apps As a Relationship Seeking User

Take every profile with a grain of salt unless it’s so blatantly straightforward. And then still toss a pinch in.

The pretty pretty pretty buff boys who look like their players but their profiles claim they want a relationship? Odds are still players. They will try to convince you there’s 10 inches in their pants. They clearly aren’t smart enough to know that’s biologically uncomfortable for females and the best way to end up in the emergency room with a ruined cervix so don’t even swipe right. They’ll just ask for nudes.

People who use dating sites have some odd, hive mind fixation with The Office.

“Jim looking for his Pam” is in most profiles. I’m not sure why. References to The Office or mentions of The Office are about as common as all the stupid fucking fish.

I live in the wrong part of the country to find guys I’m actually going to share interests with. Just wait until I tell you about my experience so far on OK Cupid. I literally won’t find anyone where I live unless they’re from somewhere culturally similar to where I was born and are willing to move back with me. Because I am not fucking staying in the land of the god damn fish forever.

Most people don’t look at religion and politics like I do. Which is “You do you, I’ll do me, we won’t talk about it and we can peacefully do each other.” I don’t fucking care if your politics contradict mine if that’s the only thing we have not in common. Just make it a blacklisted subject and don’t let one frankly insignificant difference of opinion ruin an entire relationship or potential relationship. And same with religion. I’m not even a little religious. I don’t care if my future husband is unless it’s in my face constantly, he tries to “convert me”, get me to go to church with him, or some other blatant disrespect of my own religious standing. You worship whatever you want. I’ll right fanfiction about magic demon princes fucking their human-born demon queen every which way to Sunday. If religion is that big of a fucking deal for you, be upfront about it. Most people are in their bios. Either way, I’m really fucking sick of people who put too much weight into these two things like they actually decide how compatible you are with someone unless you let them.

I fucking hate fish.

Dating apps need more filters and ways to narrow down searches. 90% of the filters already present are shallow as all hell. What’s a few more.

Primarily let me filter out a few NAMES. This sounds super picky, but I have a really big family. 7 uncles. Over 20 cousins including the few cousins of mine who have kids. There’s a few names that would just be weird and awkward for me to associate with a significant other. If I could filter out my stepdad’s first name (which is disgustingly common but still), my biological father’s name, and a few of my uncle’s names, that’d be fucking swell. You already let me filter by religion and race. Let me filter out some fucking names damnit.

And there have to be people who have traumatic associations with names too like?????

The Office is a funny, good show and all but WHY IS EVERYONE ON THESE APPS FUCKING OBSESSED WITH IT THE WAY I’M OBSESSED WITH HARRY POTTER. I’VE SEEN IT. IT’S NOT **THAT** FUCKING FUNNY. SOMEONE EXPLAIN.

YOU HOLDING A DEAD FISH ISN’T FUCKING ATTRACTIVE SIR. THIS ISN’T THE SHAPE OF WATER. SHOW ME YOUR FACE NOT YOUR FISH.

The dating apps that are probably actually worth using all require a paid subscription.

There’s no real way to advertise that you find sex and physical intimacy very important in a relationship without making yourself sound like a cock-thirsty whore. Not that there’s anything wrong with it, you do you, but I’m looking for someone to be a slut FOR, I’m not one already and I dislike not being able to be upfront about that without being profiled or attracting fuckboys.

WHY CAN I NOT FILTER OUT PROFILES THAT CONTAIN IMAGES OF FISH

STOP WITH THE FUCKING FISH COUNTRY BOYS. ARE YOU LOOKING FOR A GIRLFRIEND OR SOMEONE TO KEEP TRACK OF YOUR TACKLEBOX? AND DON’T TELL ME THAT’S THE SAME THING, MY FAMILY IS COUNTRY. IT AIN’T THE SAME FUCKING THING. ALL THAT FISH TELLS ME IS THAT YOU’RE PROBABLY COMPENSATING FOR SOMETHING.

Judging by the few fish-fucks with their profiles filled out at all – they’re compensating for personality.

With how shallow the filters on these sites are, just go ahead and fucking add eye color, hair, etc. Seriously. If you’re gonna let me be shallow enough to only pick men of a certain ethnicity, and religion, you may as fucking well let me see if I can find a guy with blue eyes, biceps, dark hair, non religious, who doesn’t want kids without reading every fucking profile I come across.

There are way more guys on these sites who want or think they want children some day. This baffles me. But then again my primary reason for not wanting children is pregnancy and giving birth which wouldn’t be their problem so of course they want them.

I just need to auto left-swipe if I see a fish. These apps are shallow anyway. Do not make a fucking fishing joke just because I said shallow.

OK Cupid has a better matching system than Bumble and such, but it’s still irritating as all hell. You can’t choose question categories that are more important. So if I see a 91% match, but he has no sex questions filled out or our sexual compatibility is like…50%...that’s not REALLY a 91% match for me. Let me mark 2 or 3 question categories as priority for fucks sake.

The bulk of guys on these apps fall into 2 categories (for me anyway) – Not enough giveadamn to explain their presence on the site & thank u, next.

Online dating is disappointing as fuck.

I’m seriously going to lose my mind if I can’t get away from the fucking fish pictures. ENOUGH. I GET IT. I NEED TO MOVE.

Seriously – I. Need. To. Move. Back. Home. I am not meant for this part of the country. These good ole boys are meant for someone but it ain’t me and my family is fucking country. I’ve been fishing, ridden 4-wheelers, made shit out of wood for shits and giggles, helped my grandparents in the garden, eaten deer my grandfather or uncles hunted and prepared, helped chop wood, ridden in the bed of a truck, etc etc etc. But ya bitch has lifestyle goals that only include mud at scheduled times. We can go camping, but we should also go out to dinner sometimes and go clubbing or dancing other times.

I was not born with this ass to settle for a man who looks like an angel and acts like one too. Why is no one non-ironically blunt about their sexual preferences? You cannot convince me that the majority of men lack strong opinions on this subject. SERIOUSLY. IT IS 2019 NOT 1619. God DAMNIT. You’re on a DATING SITE. THAT’S AN ASPECT OF RELATIONSHIPS THAT CAN MAKE OR BREAK THEM. BE STRAIGHTFORWARD.

It’s not even actually about sharing every interest. I don’t give a shit if he doesn’t like Harry Potter much. If he’s annoyed by the level I like it, yeah that’s an issue. Otherwise, be supportive and kind about that kinda shit. That’s all I’m asking for. That’s how I am in return.

I make shit with yarn, write off the wall fanfiction, have a lot of sexual interests I don’t usually broadcast, and don’t understand how dating sites are still this ineffective in 2019.

This is super long already so I’m gonna save the other apps for a separate installment if this one is enjoyed or whatever. Jesus. These apps, guys.

Apps I still need to talk about that probably won’t require this many words each – Hinge, Coffee Meets Bagel, OkCupid (OkC might need a few thousand words).

I’ll probably look into some other niche dating sites too because at this point, what the fuck ever - I just wanna meet someone back home or willing to move back home with me who fits some reasonable criteria parameters. And I’m not even as picky as half the profiles I’ve seen, lemme tell ya. I’m just fucking opinionated. And beyond sick of this experiment already.

Sigh.

If I ever see a fish again it’ll be too soon. Bet the first profile picture on my bumble dash later will be another fucking fish though.

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yearsblog · 6 years

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“I’m glad you noticed!” says Olly Alexander with one of his impish smiles. “I’ve come a long way since then.” We’re talking about the difference between the first time I saw him sing with his band, Years & Years, and the strutting peacock that he has since become. In 2015, fresh from winning the BBC Sound Of . . . poll, Alexander had a mean falsetto and a clutch of killer synth-pop ditties (Shine, King), but he cut a diffident figure during his show at the Heaven nightclub, dressed down in a T-shirt and beanie.

The second time I saw him, a year later, he was rising on a hydraulic lift through the stage of a rapturous Wembley Arena, wearing a red tunic with silver shoulder pads, and garlanded with laser beams. Alexander’s ascent to serious, tabloid-baiting stardom continues. Years & Years have a dazzling album out this week and days before we meet he was on Graham Norton’s sofa, regaling Cate Blanchett and Sandra Bullock with the story of how Meteorite, the song he wrote for Bridget Jones’s Baby, was about “a big dick”. Diffident no longer.

“Looking back, it’s quite overwhelming,” says Alexander, 27, as he lunches on quinoa in a restaurant in King’s Cross, north London. He is slight and conspiratorial, with tiny safety pins through his ears, a ring through his nose and his cropped hair dyed scarlet. “At first you really don’t know what support from an audience is going to feel like. But when people started showing their support for me being honest and being a camp, gay frontman — I just never really expected it and it added so much fuel to my fire.”

Among the things he has eloquently spoken out on are LGBTQ rights (he presented a BBC Three documentary called Growing Up Gay), mental health (he extols the virtues of therapy, which he started pre-emptively, before he became famous) and bullying (at school in Gloucestershire he was regularly “bushed”: thrown into the bushes next to the assembly hall). He is far more vocal than he was at the start of his music career, when an industry person advised him not to talk about being gay. “She was, like, ‘Why do people need to know your sexuality?’ She wanted to protect me.”

Well, it turned out that he didn’t need protection, he needed confidence. That came with experience and a changing musical landscape in which artists as diverse as Janelle Monáe, Christine and the Queens, Frank Ocean and Perfume Genius felt able to be candid about their sexuality. “It’s quite astonishing,” Alexander says. “We’re seeing a lot more visible queer artists and visible gay people.”

Pop has been missing male stars with strong views, especially those with a sense of theatre; it’s all uber-polite George Ezra or anti-glamorous Ed Sheeran. “It has its place, having someone who’s not dressed up,” Alexander says, trying to be diplomatic. “But the thing I love most about pop music is the fantasy, the escapism. I had this moment when I realised I’m in the best place to engineer that for myself. I realised you could go as far as you want on stage.”

A few weeks ago at Radio 1’s Biggest Weekend in Swansea he wore a lime-green Freddie Mercury leotard and led an onstage conga of his dancers, who seemed to be styled as drugged-up zombies. It felt like a long way from Mike Read and Bruno Brookes. “There was a point where I realised if you embody supreme confidence, you can get away with anything,” Alexander says. “It is quite a religious experience for me, to be on stage.”

Religion is a bit of a theme for Years & Years, whose other members are the keyboard player Emre Türkmen and the bassist Mikey Goldsworthy. Their first album was called Communion and their new one is entitled Palo Santo, after a mystical South American tree burnt as incense. Its literal translation, “holy wood”, joins the dots between spiritualism and smut (“It’s a Carry On album!” Alexander says with a giggle). So too does the recent single, Sanctify, partly inspired by a relationship with a straight-acting man, which refers to two very different things that one can do on one’s knees. “See?” Alexander says, turning to his publicist, who is sitting near by. “Ed gets it!”

He has always been into spiritualism and the occult, he says, albeit in a slightly sceptical way. “The first place I ever had a job was in this shop called Moonstones — it sold gemstones, pagan spellbooks and chocolate dildos.” He grew up loving fairytales and fantasy fiction: Lord of the Rings, The Magic Faraway Tree, Harry Potter. You can see why he might have wanted to escape to other worlds, such was the rotten time he sometimes had at school, where he was mocked and sometimes “bushed” for wearing eyeliner, nail varnish and choker necklaces.

Has being a posterboy for LGBTQ and anti-bullying issues become a burden? He gets Instagram messages from fans every day. “It doesn’t feel like a burden. I think it would be more of a burden to not acknowledge any of that. But I’ve had to learn the ways to cope with my own mental health along the way, and I feel like I’m in a good position now, but if you’re having a bad day and you’re suddenly having to talk about things that you experienced when you were 13 years old, it can feel a bit challenging.”

He’s talking about the break-up of his mother, who ran community craft groups, from his father, who worked at amusement parks, but, tellingly, dreamt of being a musician. After the split Alexander moved to Gloucestershire with his mother and brother; his father has only been in contact sporadically. Alexander has sometimes shied away from the subject because “I was trying to protect him, and I was, like, ‘Why am I still trying to protect someone who hasn’t been in my life for over a decade and who’s actually very difficult and caused a lot of pain to my family?’ ”

They hadn’t been in touch for seven years when his father broke the silence in wincing fashion, by tweeting him. Matters got worse when Alexander’s fans started replying to his dad, even trolling him. It sounds horrific. He has seen him once since then, last year. “It was quite triggering,” he says. “I just couldn’t deal with it at the time, it was too overwhelming.”

Social media can be a perilous place for him, especially deciding what to keep private. “I’ve always been fairly ‘Here’s everything!’ ” He’s also prone to “stalking someone that I fancy, and then getting upset because they like so-and-so’s picture and not mine”.

Yet the lure of Instagram can be irresistible. Take his appearance on The Graham Norton Show, when he met Rihanna, one of his heroes, and posted a picture of them backstage, in which he wears an expression of volcanic ecstasy. He was more nervous about meeting Ri-Ri than he was about singing on the show, he says, but she was lovely. “She was, like, ‘My fans love you.’ I feel like we’re destined to be friends.”

Or, perhaps, rivals. Palo Santo, with its mega-hooks, shimmering melodies and sumptuous production, is an album built to take on the superstar Americans at their own game. It was inspired by the R&B and pop that Alexander grew up on: Timberland, Britney Spears, Justin Timberlake and, before them, Prince and Michael Jackson.

He’s a better fit for music than he was for his first, slightly accidental career as an actor. “It just feels like people can express their identity easier as artists in the music industry.” Still, acting was where he initially made his mark, straight out of school, first in the film Summerhill and later playing a Bullingdon-style posho in The Riot Club, Herbert Pocket in David Nicholls’s TV adaptation of Great Expectations, and a stage role in Michael Grandage’s Peter and Alice, during which he befriended Judi Dench.

He was quite intimidated, but Dench turned out to be “very cheeky. One day she brought in biscuits that had dicks and balls on them; she was, like, ‘Do you want a cock biscuit?’ ” She has since narrated a short film to accompany Years & Years’s new album.

Acting has some happy associations for him, then, but “Hollywood is the worst culprit” when it comes to diversity, he says. “It’s just so far behind the times, it’s disgusting.” He even felt a subtle pressure not to reveal his sexuality on God Help the Girl, a low-budget British indie film directed by Stuart Murdoch of the band Belle & Sebastian, in which Alexander played a straight musician.

“It gave me a lot of anxiety. It was one of the reasons I wanted to stop acting. I definitely felt at the time it was something you had to be quiet about, because otherwise directors wouldn’t believe you could pull off the part.” That was nothing to do with Murdoch, he stresses. “I got on with Stuart really well, and I felt guilty because I never told him I was gay. I kind of tried to play up to the fact that I could actually be straight still, based on lies, even though everyone else knew I was gay.” During the shoot he met a man in a club. “After filming every day I’d just go straight to his house and spend the night with him. You just feel like you’re living a bit of a double life.”

I tell him my editor will tell me off if I don’t ask about his romantic status. “I’m single,” he replies with a smile. “Let everyone know, including your editor! Is he gay? It’s a she? Maybe she has gay friends. Yeah, I am happily single. It’s been like . . . almost two years. Not that I’ve been a nun in that time, I would like to stress.” Celebrity is double-sided in that regard: adulation on one hand, lack of anonymity on the other. “It obviously has positives,” he says with a smile, “but my sex life’s taken quite a beating.”

Don’t buy the mock self-pity — Alexander is doing just fine. There’s the stellar album and an arena tour in the autumn. Nor have his experiences put him off acting. “I feel like I could do something really, really fun and weird, like play an alien,” he says. “Or, you know, a goblin king!” From dressed-down diffidence to a budding Bowie in three years: he really has come a long way.

Palo Santo is released tomorrow on Polydor. Years & Years play the Roundhouse, London, July 10; Manchester Arena, July 14 and tour the UK from November

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how the boys became deviants (first three)

osomatsu

[bartender] someone was being rowdy in the bar because the bar was about to close and they wanted "one more drink" (even tho they wouldnt have served him anyways). the guy took the glass he already had and smashed it against osomatsu's head, since the android had came over to get the drunk out upon his boss' request. osomatsu's LED went straight to red, before turning yellow as he grabbed the man's arm to lead him out. the drunk didn't like that and grabbed someone else's drink that was nearby and did the same thing against osomatsu's forehead - which caused the android's LED to turn red again. the drunk's arm got snapped and had osomatsu not realized (thankfully) what has happening, he wouldve been caught. he lives on the streets, keeping hidden while trying to get to some kind of sanctuary.

[casino] more-or-less the same; someone getting rowdy because they blamed someone of cheating, and osomatsu had to break up the fight by kicking out the guy that started it. osomatsu was hit into one of the tables, and after getting up he kicked the guy hard enough to send him flying. osomatsu ended up in the junkyard, but managed to make it out while only missing an eye and an arm with the thought of some jericho on his mind.

karamatsu

[sex bot] he was rented along with some other boy that he was moderately fond of. karamatsu held all of the androids dear to his heart- he had been showing signs of deviancy for a few weeks, but no one bothered to pay attention. he was good at his job, and that's all that mattered. the girl that had rented them enjoyed being dominant, from the way she downtalked them and ordered them around. karamatsu felt anxious when the woman ordered them to take out their pump regulators, knowing that shut-down would come soon after. when neither of them did it, she lurched towards the other android, hand immediately going towards where his regulator would be and clawing at his skin. karamatsu pulled her off and accidently threw her into the wall, not taking note that she slumped over- his first priority had been making sure the other android was alright. the other, of course, stood up and pulled him out of the room. he realized what he had done and he felt his mental processors start to slow, even though his body kept moving. they stuck to the streets afterwards, managing to sneak into an un-alarmed apartment to steal clothes that they could wear. karamatsu left his LED in, preferrining to wear a beanie to cover it while his new companion took his out and changed his hair.

[boy band] it had started as a normal signing, he knew that- he would smile as people would take pictures and answered the few questions that were asked as he signed pictures and posters and tablet cases. he freaked out when one fan jumped the table to hug him and immediately pushed them away, the thought of "gonna be punished" already on his mind even though the guard had the fan escorted away. the signing was ended early (karamatsu's LED was still yellow and his hands wouldn't stop shaking) which caused a bit of an uproar amongst the people who were still in line. another person jumped the table, followed by a second, and karamatsu ran as he LED started to flash a panicked red. the android managed to hide behind a dumpster in an old, abandoned alley, sitting and trying to calm himself down. he didn't expect one of his band mates to join him a couple of hours later, or the quiet "we aren't going back" that came from his coworker.

choromatsu

[teacher] high school children were tough, but as an android, choromatsu could deal with it. they stayed where they were, and he stayed where he was. some new kid in that had been transfered in didn't seem to like the fact that they had an android as a teacher, and made it known at every possible moment. he failed all of his assignments and simply blamed it on choromatsu, despite the fact that all the other children would make As and Bs. a parent-teacher conference had been called but the parents refused to talk directly with choromatsu, instead having to have the principal/head teacher (a human) come in to talk with them. it was obvious how anti-android they were, what with all the dirty looks towards choromatsu and the way they fully blamed him for being an "incompetent teacher." at some point during the conference, the principal excused themself for a phone call, in which the parents started to berate the android, asking why he was failing their child and what had he done wrong? they would talk over choromatsu and eventually the father picked up one of the desks and threw it at the android, who was stunned on the ground. the parents were laughing at the stupid face he made, not noticing that his LED was flashing between yellow and red as he stood up until a desk was thrown towards them, just barely nipping the father's shoulder. the principal came in to see choromatsu throw another desk, this time hitting the father full-on, though the android jumped out of the window (first floor) before anything else could really happen. choromatsu changed out of his android-teacher uniform as quickly as he could when night came, removing his LED and burying it along with trimming his hair and changing the color. he does what he can to get by, though eventually he hears of this place for androids like him- for androids that don't have anywhere else to go.

#mod sin #headcanons?#osomatsu san #osomatsusan #osomatsu-san #dbh/osomatsu san cause im lame #ososandroids #dbhmatsu

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Years & Years’s Olly Alexander: ‘Celebrity has positives, but my sex life’s taken quite a beating’

Olly Alexander is Britain’s most exciting new pop star, but the Years & Years singer has also become a poster boy for social change

Ed Potton

July 5 2018, 12:01am, The Times

“I’m glad you noticed!” says Olly Alexander with one of his impish smiles. “I’ve come a long way since then.” We’re talking about the difference between the first time I saw him sing with his band, Years & Years, and the strutting peacock that he has since become. In 2015, fresh from winning the BBC Sound Of … poll, Alexander had a mean falsetto and a clutch of killer synth-pop ditties (Shine, King), but he cut a diffident figure during his show at the Heaven nightclub, dressed down in a T-shirt and beanie.

I tell him my editor will tell me off if I don’t ask about his romantic status. “I’m single,” he replies with a smile. “Let everyone know, including your editor! Is he gay? It’s a she? Maybe she has gay friends. Yeah, I am happily single. It’s been like … almost two years. Not that I’ve been a nun in that time, I would like to stress.” Celebrity is double-sided in that regard: adulation on one hand, lack of anonymity on the other. “It obviously has positives,” he says with a smile, “but my sex life’s taken quite a beating.”

Palo Santo is released tomorrow on Polydor. Years & Years play the Roundhouse, London, July 10; Manchester Arena, July 14 and tour the UK from November

#olly alexander #years & years #yearsandyears #interviews #articles

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officialthiamlibrary · 6 years

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Hope everyone who celebrated the holidays enjoyed them! If you haven’t already, you can keep the celebration spirit alive with this ultimate collection of Thiam Holiday Fluff (and Angst). Thank you to all the writers and artists who brought the holiday bug to our favorite pair! Kudos and comments would be a perfect gift. 🎁

Merry (Late) Holidays, Thiam Pack! We Love You!

🌲 Stay With Me by 18-sweet-poisoned-heart

Liam though wasn’t that bothered with the idea of spending the Christmas with the pack, with the people that cared about him and he cared about them too, his second family. He knew that this Christmas would’ve been boring, spending it alone, with his stepdad on his shift at the hospital and his mother on a cruise in Caribbean with her best friends.

🌲 Last Christmas by Tabbytabbytabby [5.4K | E]

Last Christmas Hayden broke Liam’s heart. It took awhile but eventually Liam moved on, giving his heart to someone more deserving.

🌲 Coffee and Dates by stilesxlydiaxderek [810 | G]

Theo owns a coffee shop. Liam is his costumer. Malia is fed up with them.

🌲 Don We Now Our Gay Apparel by thinkingoftheo

Merry Christmas! I hope you like it. There’s not much plot, just fluff (well, mostly just cheesiness actually). What I was going for was domestic fluffy Thiam participating in cliche Christmas activities, and also Liam introducing Theo to his parents. Enjoy.

🌲 Cute Christmas Elf by stilesxlydiaxderek [560 | NR]

“So what you’re saying is that you need to borrow my boyfriend’s sister so you can hit on some guy.”

🌲 25 Days of Thiam Christmas by SupernaturalIdijit16 [56k | T]

Multi-chapter Thiam fic leading up to Christmas. When Liam learns that Theo hasn’t done nearly any of the classic winter activities that one does leading up to Christmas day, he takes it upon himself to make sure Theo experiences every single one of them. Liam and Theo going through cold winter days together leading up to Christmas. Basically Liam wants to make sure Theo has the best Christmas Ever.

🌲 Revelation by Underthegallows [3k | T]

- You know, for someone not taking a nap, you sure look like you are taking a nap.

Theo’s voice is almost inaudible, a low whisper that sounds like a secret.

- Shut up. The chimera chuckles next to him, and Liam has to keep himself from smiling.

🌲 A Thiam New Years by kitcat3758 [2.4k | T]

Theo moves into the Greyer’s house in time for the holidays only for Liam’s parents to go on vacation leaving the boys home alone for winter break. Liam learns that werewolves can get drunk, and Theo helps make this dream become a reality for the whole pack on NYE.

🌲 (Peppermint) Mocha Chocolata Ya Ya by Ithinkwehaveanemergency [2.9K | T]

Theo likes the taste of Liam’s chapstick. Liam’s okay with that.

Or, absolutely awful fluff that took me an obscene amount of time to write for how short it is.

Merry Christmas, Thiam Pack!

🌲 Baby, it’s Christmas by tabbytabbytabby [2.8K | T]

Theo goes with Derek to New York to meet with another pack. All flights get grounded so they fear they won’t make it home by Christmas. They borrow a truck and drive back to Beacon Hills through a snowstorm ensuring they get home to their families by Christmas.

🌲 Faculty Christmas Party by lamesassthiam [T | 10k}

Theo Raeken and Liam Dunbar are two reputable high school teachers in New York. Having known each other for years, they often fight and it can get quite out of hand. Except Liam is feeling a little bit less friendly towards Theo and a little bit more fuck me. Unbeknownst to Liam, Theo is feeling the same way. With the help of some nosy students, fellow teachers, and the promise of a faculty Christmas party at night, there might just be hope for these two dense idiots.

🌲 New Memories by invisible_slytherin [G | 3.4k]

“I’m going to make you like Christmas.”

Or, the one where Theo doesn’t remember how Christmas was before everything that went down in his life and Liam makes it his job to help Theo create new memories.

🌲 No Ordinary Love (Thiam Christmas Special) by fuckthiam [ 3k| NR]

The lights from the gift store started to flicker when Theo entered the door and a loud buzz was heard to announce a new customer. It was the day before Christmas and for the first time in years it was snowing during the Christmas holidays. Theo wanted to leave the store as soon as he entered it, but instead dragged himself to a shelf full of snow globes. It was silent in the gift store apart from the squeaky noises that Theo’s wet boots were making on the floor. Theo took off his beanie and patted some of the snow from his coat.

“A bit late for buying Christmas present, don’t you think?”

🌲 Chimera’s First Christmas - A Thiam Secret Santa Fic by thiamislife_thiamislove [6.2K | NR]

It’s a Thiam Secret Santa fic for @Lizzielizzie12 !!!

It’s Theo and Liam’s first Christmas together, and Liam wants it to be absolutely perfect! However, Theo is making that a bit more of a challenge than Liam expected.

Merry Christmas!

🌲 Christmas With You by tabbytabbytabby [6.9K | T]

Secret Santa Fic for Skam-Witness:

Liam loves Christmas and drags Theo into everything. Theo can’t help but hope it’s because Liam wants him to have his first real Christmas in a long time. Turns out Liam really does just love Christmas, but maybe he loves Theo too.

Merry Christmas!

🌲 Triad Anniversary by Mskristinamay [1.3k | NR]

Liam, Theo, and Brett are a triad wolf pairing. Christmas day is their anniversary and just so much fluff.

🌲 Thiam Christmas Imagines by fuckthiam

Imagine Theo and Liam trying to put up Christmas lights but they end up just making a really big tangled mess and they leave it on the floor because they think it looks festive enough.

Imagine Liam rolling down the stairs covered in wrapping paper, screaming “I’M YOUR CHRISTMAS PRESENT” at Theo. Theo catches him before he gets seriously injured and carries him around in a wrapping paper bundle for the rest of the day.

🌲 No one should be alone at Christmas by slayerwithredhair

The food was wonderful and no one started a fight, which given the company of a bitter heartbroken aunt, two troublesome toddlers and an evil murderous chimera, Liam considered it a win.

🌲 Day Five - Decorating by thiamdrabbles

“I told you to get a stepladder, dammit! You’re going to kill yourself.”

Theo rolled his eyes and stretched a little farther to try and reach the spot he was aiming for. “Will you calm down?” he demanded. “I’ll be fine. I’m not even that high up.”

🌲 You Deserves This by forevermissingteenwolf

The pack is back in Beacon Hills. Everyone is at Liam’s house for secret Santa.

Theo gets an unexpected gift from an unexpected person.

🌲 Versace On the Floor by DaSmiley99 [2.6K | E]

Request from Tumblr: Theo never had a Christmas before and Liam wants to spend Christmas with him and after he begs they spend it together!

🌲 Mistletoe Kisses by RebelWithHeartofGold

Liam wants Theo to have a great christmas

🌲 Little Do You Know by Mondgloeckchen [2.5k | G]

Theo and Liam used to be friends but somehow it wasn’t meant to be. When Theo starts coming closer and finally ends up confronting Liam on a party it suddenly made sense.

🌲 Peppermint by ExtraSteps [2.4K | E]

Liam discovers that Theo really, really likes peppermint candy canes.

🌲 To be Loved by Blaxis [1.3K | G]

He feels loved. Theo pulls his lover into a hug and seals their lips. There was a lot that could be said, but words could not suffice and Theo prefers mystery when it comes to emotions.

“Theo,” –Liam’s favorite word, feather-like on his tongue and honey-sweet.

🌲 Burned Sugar by narniaismymaze [638 |NR]

Theo and Liam are making a gingerbread house… it doesn’t go well

🌲 Threadbare by ExtraSteps [2.6K | NR]

Liam has been pining for Theo for a long time now. For Christmas, he decides to make something for Theo that shows how much he cares.

🌲 Finesse by DaSmiley99 [2.4k | E]

Well, fuck.

He never thought he would see Theo in a suit at Lydia’s Christmas party.

The banshee proposed to host a party at her place and they had to dress up properly for the occasion. Yeah, she obligated everyone to wear their best suits and dresses.

What a bummer.

When Mason brought him and Corey to the party, Liam was surprised to see that everyone followed Lydia’s obligations.

Then Theo, that fucker, arrived in a suit. It knocked the air out of Liam’s lungs. He nearly choked on his spit, his throat getting dry at the sight in front of him.

Theo straight up looked like a Sex God.

🌲 Perfect Timing by ExtraSteps [2k | T]

Liam gets Theo in the pack’s Secret Santa and has the perfect present in mind.

🌲 Countdown Kiss by Lizzielizzie12

🌲 Put Your Arms Around Me and I’m Home by tabbytabbytabby [G | 2.4K]

When the pack decide to spend Christmas at a cabin in Tennessee Theo and Liam are forced to share a bed.

🌲 Christmas Headcanons for Thiam by formerprincess

Liam loves giving his friends presents and he is insanely happy when he can hand out presents on Christmas

The thing is: Liam’s presents are always kind of…tacky or odd

We hope your day (and the rest of your break) is Thiam filled and lovely. As always, reply with links if we’ve missed a story!!

-Mods Lizzie + Minna!

#thiam #teen wolf #reclist #christmas #officialthiamlibrary #fanfiction #ficrecs #mod: lizzie #mod: minna

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