#(it’s not stunning but also it was just for fun so who cares :v )

[taintedcigs]

— cowboy hat rule.

pairing: cowboy!steve harrington x fem!reader

warnings: smut, p in v, MINORS DNI!!!!, pet names, praising, kinda degrading but not really, a lil argument, dom!steve, rivals to fcking, swearing, good old bj for our good boy stevie! reader has a nickname 'sunshine' bc i didn't wanna do y/n sorry:(

summary: helping out mr. harrington in his ranch was supposed to be fun, but steve harrington was an asshole. an absolute pain in your ass that teased you, and you gave him the same energy back, always. so when you unknowingly wear his cowboy hat, he decides to teach you what exactly the cowboy hat rule is. (wc: 5k+)

author's note: this is just horny babbling. i have no idea how cowboy lore works so if im wrong pls just close ur eyes i tried to research but i couldnt find shit just pls i just want cowboy steve dick. and ofc no proof-reading bc im lazy as hell. no dividers ugly aesthetic bc of tumblrs f ass not showing my shit in tags SIGH.

also PLSSS LIKE + REBLOG + COMMENT TO SUPPORT ME MWAH ILY

When you told Mr. Harrington you’d be more than happy to help around his Ranch during the summer, you didn’t expect Steve to become a problem, but you were wrong, so fucking wrong. 

A cocky cowboy who’s way too into partying and into his looks and his fluffy hair than you could ever imagine. That’s exactly how you’d describe Steve Harrington. Even though you so badly wanted to believe otherwise, wanted to disregard the rumors and the reputation that came with him. But, he made it so goddamn hard. 

All he fucking did was tease you, complain. Order you around and act like you didn’t know how to do shit. And, you didn’t, but he was supposed to be your guidance, teach you. But all he did was grumble and give you that goddamned smirk. 

Yet, you couldn’t fully hate him, there was a side of him he rarely showed you, one that cared, one that offered you rides—it was more of a mumble each night but you accepted nonetheless, one that ended up at your side whenever an asswipe bothered you at the bar, one that offered you a hand on your back when you were crying, he didn’t ask what happened, didn’t speak, just stood there, letting you spill out your guts. The two of you never spoke about these incidents, ever, because he acted like they didn’t exist, like he couldn’t bear the thought of being nice to you. 

You were so fascinated by him, even though you’d never admit it out loud. He was charismatic, outright funny, and had a heart of gold that you only peered one layer of. 

And fuck it, he was fine, annoyingly good-looking that he was a distraction to be around when you were supposed to be working, him with those sturdy denim jeans that cupped his ass perfectly, wide-brimmed cowboy hat with a creased crown, put perfectly on his head. Even though you’d much rather see his pretty hair falling on his face, run your hands through his smooth layers.

Usually, when it got as hot as it did today, he’d even take off that stupid shirt, feast your eyes with his glimmering chest, all hairy and glistening with sweat, broad shoulders as he ordered everyone around made you gulp. Like he is doing with you, right fucking now. 

“Sunshine, get back to work.” Heat travels to your cheeks quickly, and that stupid nickname rolls off his lips so bitterly, the one he always called you just because you were all nice and smiley—even when he was being an asshole to you, something that grinded his gears, you guessed it was a foreign concept to him, being nice. 

You were quick to shake off the hold he had on you, getting back on your feet as you stood your ground. “I am working! Just needed a second to breathe!” The lies rolled off your lips so simply that you wondered if he caught you staring. When he turned around to leave, you guessed he hadn’t. 

“Asshole.” The insult leaves you before you can register how close Steve still was to you. 

Turning head-spinningly fast. “What did ya say?” He spits, making you gulp physically. 

He looks out of the world stunning when he’s mad, maybe it’s a toxic trait of yours but, fuck, the way his chocolate hues turn unrecognizable, that slight quirk of his brows, and the way his muscles flex in pure anger made you rub your thighs together. 

Jesus Christ. He is getting into your head, and you hate that you think of him this way when he is so mean. 

“Nothing! I’m just saying it’s really hot out today,” you hum, the sun rays hitting your face not making it easier on the heat that flame your cheeks. 

He gives you a snort, all mocking once he takes a step closer, making you feel hotter if that is possible. “Well that’s what happens in the summer, darlin’”

Hand on the wall he tilts his head slightly, all with sass that has you rolling your eyes. “Or did you expect the weather to give Miss Sunshine some sorta special treatment?”

You roll your eyes, an act you always did that makes Steve’s jaw clench. “Oh, come on Steve! It’s really, really, hot, and the sun is all on my face!”

“Boo-hoo, princess,” he mocks, tipping his hat, almost as if to tease you further.

You scoff, getting closer to him. “Easy for you to just stand around in that big hat!” With a narrowed gaze, you cross your arms against your chest, like a brat, another trait that annoyed Steve even further.

Then, you beam again, and Steve knows no matter how much you hate it, Sunshine is absolutely the nickname you deserve, eyes glistening with happiness that it annoyingly even brings a glint to his pretty amber hues. His gaze unintentionally droops down to tour lips, so plushy and soft looking when it curls into that pretty smile that Steve wants to kiss you all over. 

“Oh! Do you mind if I?” You ask all giggly, pointing toward his wide-brimmed hat, hand teasingly standing above his head. 

He scoffs as if you had just asked him the most insulting question ever. “Not a chance,” he spits, now he crosses his arms in front of his chest, eyeing you with a dark glint in his eyes, one you couldn’t decide was full of annoyance or just pure desire. 

“Mhmmm… okay,” you hum, feigning innocence for a second, before snatching it off his head with another hearty giggle.

Oh, what he would do to hear that on a loop, admire the way your lips stretched into the prettiest grin, brows quirked.

“Sunshine!” He chides, much rougher than he intends to, but you don’t pay attention to him when you place the hat carefully on your head, smoothing your hair.

You shrug, looking up at him with those doe eyes that have him melting, everytime, without fail. “Admit it, looks better on me.” You shrug, expecting him to agree.

Instead, he just offers you a deep sigh of breath, eyes almost widening when he realises what you just did. “Do you even—”

He huffs, hiding the obvious pink shade thats starting to color his cheeks, you really had no idea the hold you had on him, did you? “God, you city girls have no idea about anything, huh?”

Your brows furrow. “What?” 

“Cowboy hat rule?” He asks with a tilt of his head, a low chuckle rumbling in his chest.

A teasing smile curves on your plushy lips as you push for more information. “What’s that?”

“Just give me the hat back,” he insists, attempting to mask the warmth that crept into his tone.

With a shake of your head, your defiance only grows, a glint of mischief dancing in your gaze. “Not until you tell me the rules.” 

“Sunshine,” he warns, voice so grumbly that heat travels all over your body quicker than the sun burning you. 

“Steve?” You hum with a flirty gaze, so teasing that Steve wants to fuck you right then and there, until he teaches you proper manners, until he shows you not to be a total fucking brat and not to roll your eyes at him, until he shows you that you’re his. 

But, of course, he settles on a low grumble of, “You’re annoying.”

“You used to be more creative with the insults, Harrington.” Another teasing remark, and Steve rolls his tongue inside of his mouth. 

With a smirk, he takes another step toward you, when your back hit the walls of the barn, only then you realise, he has you cornered. “You wanna know the cowboy hat rule, princess?” He asks all smugly.

Gaze meaner than he is, chest almost pressed against yours, voice so low that all you can do is slightly nod. 

Your breath gets hitched in your throat when his face is mere inches away from yours, hot breath fanning against your cheeks, skin heating on the impact, that brattiness you wear as a mask quick to slip off when he’s all demanding. “You wear the hat, you ride the cowboy.” His tone is almost a growl, pupils blown wide, making you gulp, physically.

“What?” You blink, unsure of what he’s actually asking. Excitement jumping around in your tummy. 

“You heard me. Wanna take me for a ride, Sunshine?” He is so goddamn close that you are sure he can hear the annoying tumble your heart does at the weight of what his words hold. 

It makes you pause, gaze sticking on his, sometimes slipping away to his soft lips, almost to signal him of something, but all you can do is try to hide the embarrassment that burns your cheeks. 

“Didn’t think so,” he scoffs, backing away just slightly. 

His cowboy hat is too big on your head, tipping low over your eyes, possibly hiding your nervousness as you mutter, “What if I do?”

With a smooth motion, he flips it off from your head, holding it with his palm, away from you. “Get back to work, Sunshine.”

“I’m serious—”

“So am I, those horses ain’t gonna straddle their strap themselves, off. to. work,” he hisses, turning to leave.

You huff, heat still burning off your cheeks, more embarrassed than annoyed, yet you still don’t have it in yourself to let it go, you can’t let him have this. Win this.

Quick to snatch the hat back, “So the hat rule is, wear the cowboy hat, ride the cowboy, huh?” You mumble behind him, your voice failing you, yet you appear to be giggly, and Steve heaves a deep sigh of breath, before fully turning to you.

He halts a bit when he sees you once again, in his hat, tipped low, that stupidly addicting smirk gracing your slightly-open lips, hand on your hips, and all he wants to do is fuck you till you lose that attitude of yours. 

“Stop,” he warns, taking a step closer to you but with a shake of your head you back away, and he sighs, loud and annoyed. 

“Gimme that, sunshine!”

“Nuh-uh.” All teasing and bratty, and grating on Steve’s last nerve. You know this, yet you wanna keep pushing him, further and further, until he snaps, until he can’t take it anymore. You have no reason to do this, you’re supposed to hate him, think of him as an annoying asshole.

But the two of you are finally tethering on that line, the line between purely teasing each other out of spite, to teasing each other out of flirting, you know that, and you don’t wanna take a step back. “Prove it.”

You are all up in his face, and all he can do his roll his eyes, cheeks beetle red, frustration worn on his face. “Knock it off.”

You tut gently, crossing your arms in front of your chest. “Not until you—” Your words are interrupted quickly when he snatches up the hat from your head in annoyance, making you gasp when he discarded it easily.

“Get back to work!” His voice raises, and it makes you take a deep breath.

Shit, did you fuck this up?

“What?” You question, entire body feeling dizzy. He takes a step closer.

“You heard me.”

Another step closer, his breaths come out in short gasps, frustration taking over him. “Get back to fuckin’ work, before I can’t stop myself.”

He is close. Too fucking close, and you can’t help the way your gaze droops down to his soft lips, slightly parted open, downturned from frustration. God, you realize how hot he is when he is angry, once again. “F—from what?”

He hesitates, before licking his lips. This is it. He wants, no, he desperately needs you. Needs to put you to your place. Teach you what happens to bratty girls like you. Show you what exactly the stupid rule is. “From fucking you in this goddamn barn.”

You release the breath you’ve been holding back, feeling small, so small under his gaze. Mouth hanging open, and all you want is him to pin you against the wall, have you screaming out his name. “From making sure I show you how the goddamn cowboy hat rule works.”

Your back is plastered against the wall, his hands are by your side, you are caged beneath him, chest rising in anticipation. “Is that what you want, honey, think you can handle all of that?” He’s so smug, and you don’t know what overtakes you when he’s all in control like this, you wanna obey him, make him happy, proud, so you bite back on your insults.

His smirk is dangerously alluring, and you’re under his spell. 

“Please,” you beg, heat finds your cheeks again, you hate the hold he has on you.

He barks out a chuckle, so mean, yet as equally hot. “Please, what? Speak up,” he spits, rolling his tongue inside of the roof of his mouth, lips wearing a smirk.

“Ruin me,” your voice is small, meek, yet it makes him groan. 

You’re such a good girl for him, and he wants nothing more than to ruin you. Fully. Completely. Ruin you for every other man. 

His head ducks down to your neck, leaving a sloppy kiss before leaning into your ear, his breath hot on your neck, leaving goosebumps in its wake. “Goddamit darlin’, you gonna be the death of me, huh?”

You don’t—you can’t answer, you’re speechless, rubbing your thighs together desperately, seeking some friction, a touch, anything. 

He levels with you again, dangerous gaze on your lips, fingertips brushing against your cheeks teasingly “You know what I always wanted to do, sunshine?” He coarses lowly. 

“W—what?” You ask with a gulp, lips twitching with need. 

He gives you another grin, that asshole. The pad of his thumb slowly caressing your lips now, making you shiver with hunger. “Always wanted to put you to your place, you and that damn smart mouth, always runnin’ it for no good reason. I’d give you a good reason for those pretty lips, huh? Use it the way I wanna use it, fill it the way I wanna feel it,” he grunts like he said the most normal thing, yet you’re already squirming, wanting to open your lips, take his fingers in your mouth and suck on them, show him how much of a good girl you can be for him.

He has you on such a hold already, and you can’t complain. For someone who seemed to be annoyed—hell, even hated him a few minutes ago, you feel crazy, batshit insane, all you want is him.  

His fingertips play with your lips all teasingly, pupils blown wide, the other hand caresses your hair so possessively that you melt into his touch. “You gonna be good for me sweet thing?”

He doesn’t have to ask you twice. “Y—yes, sir.”

Sir. 

Godfuckingdammit. You don’t know the hold you have on him, do you?

He bites back on the moan that rumbles in his throat, instead settling on a, “Good girl.” Your puppy dog eyes glint at the praise, and he makes a mental note of it. . 

“Get on your knees f’me, darlin’,” he grumbles, and you’re quick to obey, not minding the uncomfortable feeling of the wooden floors scraping your knees, or the fact that anyone might’ve walked in, the door was locked, and there was probably no one around yet Mr. Harrington might’ve returned to the ranch at any moment. But he made you feel safe, somehow. 

You look up at him with those doe-eyes again, making him suck in a breath before he unbuttons his jeans and pushes them off his hips, boxers so tight around his hard cock that he grunts involuntarily.  

Your eyes go wide the second his erection springs free, almost hitting the tip of your nose, red, angry and leaking with pre-cum, he lets out a chuckle at your expression before grabbing the base of his cock. 

Same eyes, looking up at him all hungrily, Steve feels the way blood rushes quickly to his cock, making him harder if that's even possible, with a groan he runs the leaking tip across your lips. “Open up.”

Your hand replaces his quickly, and he runs his fingers through several strands of your hair, teaching you how exactly he wants you. 

You open your mouth wide, just like he likes it, tongue giving his slit kitten licks, moaning at the taste of his salty pre-cum, wrapping your plushy lips around his thick head, and sucking the life out of him, determined, and feigning innocence with the soft gaze you held. 

Head thrown back, heavy boots planted on the harsh ground, he lets out a low groan, stroking your hair all softly. “Look at you s’pretty like this for me.”

His hand wraps tighter around your hair, pushing you onto him, making sure you gag a little and that only spurs you on, making you whine around his cock, the sound reverberating through his chest. “Cat got your tongue, darlin’?” He chuckles all meanly. 

“God, do you have any idea how many times I wanted to shut up that bratty mouth like this?” He asks with grunts leaving his open mouth, hand working harshly around your head, mouth feeling like heaven the more you bob around his thick length, struggling to take all of him. 

“Those pretty lips are—mmpf, shit—better stuffed with my cock than being a spoiled lil’ city girl runnin’ her mouth, ain’t that right, baby?” You nod meekly, angelic eyes seeking for his validation before you flatten your tongue around the sensitive part of his tip, struggling to take all of him in your mouth. Earning guttural moans, eyes squeezed shut as he feels your soft lips wrapped around him again.

“Fuck, sweet thing.” You can feel his filthy grunts straight in your core, all low and lewd that you almost moan around him again, he puts one hand on the wall, helping himself to better move in and out of your throat. 

He knows if you keep this up, he’ll cum right and there, and fuck, he needs that. But he needs to be inside of you more. 

You keep up your stroking, now adjusting yourself properly to start licking and sucking on his balls. “Sunshine, you need to s—stop,” the words barely leave his lips, he so doesn’t want you to stop. But, he needs to cum inside of you. 

Yet, you don’t listen to him as your movement speeds up, determined to feel his load warming your throat, make him proud, and your mouth bobs harder around his length, making him growl at you harshly. “Sunshine,” he warns, pulling you by your hair. 

You’re quick to take a deep breath of air once he pulls you off, looking up at him with the perfect innocent eyes, your lips wearing the prettiest pout. “Was that not good for you, Stevie?” 

Stevie. That nickname makes his head spin faster, all he wants to do is fuck you against those stupid rustic walls, have you screaming out for him, the whole ranch filled with your filthy noises, no one was around anyway.

“You kiddin’, sweetheart?” He gives you a chuckle, wrapping his hands around your jaw, pulling you off the floor. 

“You were fuckin’ amazing,” he hums, leaning down to kiss you, tasing the salty semen on your tongue. 

His hands are quick to travel along to your waist, fingertips finding their way onto your panties rather quickly, earning a gasp out of you. “Need to be in here first, honey.”

You nod, so quickly that you can feel him grinning into the kiss, his hands are everywhere, yours are more or less the same, quick to get rid of his top, to feel his toned chest in your soft hands, your top is sprawled right next to his, revealing your pink and gold bra at him, breasts peeking out just enough to have him groan, big hands quick to get rid of them. 

He has you caged against the amber walls, back hitting the rough material, making you hiss. Your skin heats at the impact, it’s filthy, lewd, and so public, but none of you even care enough to break the kiss. He settles between your thighs, his pants drooped to his ankles, hands rubbing across your skin, leaving goosebumps in its wake.

The sight of you so easily submitting to him, makes his cock grow harder than he thought was possible, looking so ethereal that Steve forgets all about everything else. “Sunshine,” he breathes, hands fiddling with the hem of your panties. 

“Mhmm,” is all you can muster, legs slightly open for him, and he almost feels possessive over you, it’s entirely stupid, but he looks so fucking alluring with those dark chestnut eyes, layered hair a mess, and cock weeping entirely with the thought of you. 

His thumb runs over the seam of your pussy, just a glimpse of how his fingers are going to ruin you, and you pulse and clench against him already. Wet. Drenched. And all ready to take him. “You’re soaked,” he groans.

Leaning further into your ear, “is that all for me, honey?” he rasps, desperate, needing your confirmation. 

Heat grows in your cheeks faster than a scorching day in July, and he grins, again, all cocky and proud. “Yes,” you admit meekly, and Steve’s quick to kiss your worries away. 

“God, you’re so fuckin’ pretty like this,” he growls, swirling your wetness up and around your slit, almost toying with you, having you desperately mewl for him. 

He can’t put his finger on it, what it is that draws him this much into you, but he’s hooked, so goddamn obsessed that he feels like an idiot, for being this much of an asshole, for acting like a grade school boy who’s pulling the pigtails of his crush. Like a stupid cliche. 

“Stevie.” That nickname, again. Godfuckingdammit, Steve thinks. You have him so wrapped around your finger, it’s like a prayer, and he’s sure you’re not aware of it. And it drives him even crazier. “Please.”

“Talk to me.” His voice is low, lips now nipping at your neck, suckling, giving you all the marks you need. 

“I need you,” you hum, eyes squeezed shut, desperate. His finger discard your panties and slide easily inside of you, your back is fully dipped into the well-worn walls with how good he feels, his thick fingers making their way in and out of your soppy cunt, whines leave your lips faster than you can comprehend. 

“Ruin me, Steve, fully, completely.” You don’t know how those words leave past your lush lips, but your thighs ache with need, cunt throbbing for him and him only. 

His eyes widen quickly, pure hunger quick to fill his veins, mouth hanging open, curses leaving his lips at how forward you are being. “Show me the cowboy hat rule, sir.” 

Steve all but groans, mouth harshly on yours again, chests pressed together and you can feel how hard he truly is, rock stiff, and aching to be inside of you. The sheer size of how he feels against your thighs almost makes your eyes bulge again. 

His fingers stop moving in and out of you, before you can whine, he spins you around so fast that you gasp loudly, hands immediately plastered on the wall, pleasure and excitement fills your tummy, but the fact that he’s seeing you all vulnerable like this is embarrassing enough that you try to close your legs. 

He’s quick to stop you with a grin, rough hands landing on the back of your thighs, spreading them open while tutting you. “Nuh-uh. Don’t get all shy now, princess. Spread them open f’me.” You spread them a little, cunt throbbing with how close his fingers are. 

He groans again once he fully gets a view of you like this, face down, ass up, your pussy slicked with your juices, at his mercy. “‘M gonna ruin you, honey, don’t you worry.” A dark chuckle barks out from his chest, sending chills down your spine, almost making you whine. 

Fuck. 

His hands are rough when he has you by your waist, bruising almost. Lining his cock in front of your slick core, he swipes the head of his reddened tip inside of you with one forceful thrust. Your plushy lips open slightly, stealing your breath away as you try to adjust to his size.

Shit, shit, shit, he feels even better than you fucking expected.

His cock splits you open, filling every goddamn inch of you. You don’t know how many times you thought this, but, shit, he’s as big as the gossip in this small town says he is. 

His thrusts are slow, grunts so loud and heavenly that it spurs you on more and more. His weight on you, the bruising hold. You feel him everywhere. On your back, hips, and fucking inside of you.

“F-fucking, fuck!” he growls, leaving nibbles all over your shoulder and back, even with the fact that this was Steve, and he was rough and filthy, it was wildly intimate, so wildly intimate that you could feel your heart pounding inside of your chest. 

“How are you this fuckin’ tight, s-sweetheart?” One of his hands travel up to your neck, roughly holding you down, hips slamming into you with such force that you cry out.

He watches the way his girthy cock disappears in and out of you, wetting himself with your juices, filling every inch of you. “Doin’ s’good for me, princess.” His praises are heavenly, making your chest swell with pride.

He moves inside of your soppy cunt with short thrusts. Completely bottomed out, thrusting against the same sensitive spot every time as his balls, heavy with cum grind against your clit, with each movement, making you cry out his name, babbles leaving your mouth. “Yeah, you like this don’t ya? Want me to ruin this slutty pussy, huh? Ruin it for every other men?”

You nod all dumbly, yet, it isn’t enough for him. He wants to hear you, have you scream it out. “Say it, sweet thing, fuckin’ say it,” he groans, coarse voice making tingles appear everywhere on your skin. 

“I-I love it, Stevie, want you to ruin me for everyone else, mmpf,” you moan all fucked out, eyes rolled all the way back to your head, hips desperately grinding against him for some more friction. 

He picks up his pace, fucking into you with reckless abandon.“F-fuck doll, won’t last if you keep runnin’ that dirty mouth.” 

But his words just encourage you to keep going, gasps coming out in short breaths as you manage to drive him crazier. “All yours, sir, all yours.” 

He grunts at that, one of his arms snaking around and under your hips to find a better angle, lifting you up so that he can fuck his cock deeper into you, make you feel how fucking big he really is. “That’s right, baby, it’s all fuckin’ mine.”

Hot tears spill down your cheeks, entire body burning with it. The slick sounds of his hips driving into you, your moans, his low groans are all that fill the room. So fucking filthy, and you can feel yourself clenching around him. 

It’s all too much; his hands everywhere, the lewd noises he makes, how deep his girthy cock is bottomed out inside of you, making you feel every ridge. It’s fucking perfect, and you desperately need to cum. 

And of fucking course, Steve can feel your pussy gripping him, so tight that he knows he’s gonna cum right after you do. “Gonna cum f’me, huh? Such a good girl,” he praises, again, knowing the effect it has on you and all you can do is gasp and weakly nod. 

One of his thumbs quickly finds your clit, making your pussy throb around him in pure ecstasy, all the overstimulation enough to have you crying like a bitch in heat. “Give it to me, angel,” he murmurs, pressing open-mouthed kisses everywhere on your skin.   

His movements pick up, padded thumb rubbing circles around your clit, the other hand landing on your nipples, twisting them while pumping into you, it’s all too much that it makes you sob and beg for him. 

“Cream my cock, let me ruin you completely, darlin’” It’s all the confirmation you need as your orgasm builds and washes through you, body exploding with pleasure, spreading through your skin as you scream out his name. 

Your pussy squeezes and pulses around his cock, and he fucking knows, he won’t last, not in the slightest. “S-shit, sweet thing, gonna make me cum with all those filthy noises.” 

“Want that, honey, hmm? Wanna be filled with my cum? Show everybody in this town who owns ya? Owns this tight lil’ cunt?” He feels it, that pure hunger for you over taking him, coarse voice, dark eyes, like a man possessed. His fingers dig further into your skin as he desperately chases his orgasm, enjoying the sloppy sounds your pussy makes as he drives into you.

“P-please, Stevie, n-need your cum,” you weakly hum. And it fucking breaks him. Hips losing all rhythm when he spills his warm load into you, twitching inside of you once he pumps you full of his cum. 

“Jesus fucking Christ, Sunshine,” he breathes, collapsing on your back, both of you trying to come down from the high. He slips free of you slowly, his cum dripping down your thighs, making him grin proudly. 

“S-steve,” you weakly murmur, collapsing in his arms. He holds you down, slight kisses left on your back, delicate in a way you have never seen him before. Yet, the two of you don’t mention it, “let me take you home,” he mutters, a gentle hold on you that makes you feel warm.

“N-no.”

“No?” Intrigued, his breath gets caught in his throat, the look you give him is so sultry that the blood rushes to his cock in an instant again. Fucking fuck, what have you done to him.

“We still haven’t followed the rules,” you purr sweetly, causing him to raise his brows in excitement, tempting him further and further. 

“The rule was wear the hat, ride the cowboy, wasn’t it?” You question with a slight grin, eyes lulled, still fucked out. 

Your fingertips gently grazed against his chest, hairy and slicked with sweat, his sudden dominance fading when you were so quick to switch from begging to cum underneath him to gaining that flirty, giddy personality again. Already leaving him a mess. “Y-yeah,” he murmured, watching you hungrily, his cock already weeping again. 

“Then, sit down and lemme take care of you, cowboy,” you ordered again, shuddering breaths leaving him in an instant.   

Now you were going to ruin him.

Fully.

Completely.

And Steve couldn’t be more infatuated. You were truly his demise.   

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White Hearts

pairing: Lando Norris x reader

warnings: none

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[beescake]

PLEASE PLEASE MEGADUMP THE ARASOL!!! PLEAAASEE MR BEESCAKE I AM ON MY KNEES BEGGING YOU

HFHGHD GLADLY aaa i’ve been adding notes to it here and there for months but just hesitant to post it bcs im 🧍‍♂️🧍‍♂️🧍‍♂️🧍‍♂

also this is just my own takeaway of the events, it doesn’t necessarily comply to the Ultimate Truth of Canon-Alignment or represent the actual facts of what hussie intended! v sentimental smh but hopefully its still interesting to read

i love when characters inform each other by proximity, it's one of my fave things to see in media :') it feels even more significant when two characters deliberately choose to stick together, so that when one operates, you can tell the other is similarly aligned in associative solidarity.

sollux is a keystone of this trope — whoever he aligns with is a wordless statement, a nod of approval. this stood out to me bcs the main four humans were alr friends by default, but once you reach hivebent you realize the trolls can actively choose who they want to hang out with.

and as we all know, after assessing every troll's biases/loyalties, sollux is the only one who maintains his selective preference for innately Good 👍 people.

aradia is such a beautiful character honestly, she evokes such incredible feelings in me. she might not have been consistently written with care but the best parts of her character are truly stunning. i think it's easy to remember sollux as the self-sacrificing one bc he's so open about it (and his friends frequently react to his Moments) but when you compare him to aradia, it's always struck me

how much more. raw it is

to be so alone as an agent of time, having to orchestrate immeasurably harrowing events nobody understands or gives a fuck about

with your role painted in the story as one who must tend to the needs of the narrative, responsible to match every next note

because when you're given the capabilities, it becomes your duty to carry it out.

it becomes expected of you to keep experimenting and arranging the machinations to work for everyone, dusting off hundreds of necessary failures to keep going

and having to be so unwavering in your drive knowing miserably that there's no one who can help you but yourself.

or alternatively: to make things fun! so other people won't think twice about letting you go off on your own.

sure she's had some very good buds, notably thanks to Team Charge v Team Scourge antics.

and yet, at the end of the day, the one friend that kept choosing her time and time again was the friend with the highest standards.

i can see why people like to define arasol as moirails/matesprits but surprisingly i find the nondescript, unlabeled aspect of their relationship more straightforward to understand.

there's no shortage of people who would accommodate sollux. most of the surviving trolls are his oldest friends bcs he’d chosen them well. his transparency with his feelings had built him strong friendships that won’t falter or break, regardless of how much of a dick he can be. they’ve already seen and accepted him at his worst, and they still like him for who he is.

contrast that with aradia, who'd been so approachable, friendly and reliable in her exchanges it was super fun to talk to her. but the moment she became depressed, all her connections broke down.

her friends became hesitant to interact with her (until she became god tier, “happy” and amicable again) because her gloom and resignation didn’t serve them. she dealt with it alone.

there’s def something of note here abt the disparity between the way male & female characters are written+perceived in homestuck (esp parallel arasol with davejade) but i won’t go into that lmaoo

with this in mind i like to think of sollux as a gift to her, a loyal companion given to complement and commend her resolve. she's capable of doing so much alone but hussie took the time to build her and sollux's relationship as one of a unit; a set.

the ambiguity of their status does complicate things, but i do believe it makes sense with their characters. aradia's relationship with romance is a rocky one, the dubious stringalong equius had with her is a pointed reminder that her feelings of attraction are ultimately controlled by the author writing her.

unlike the other trolls who can openly address and own up to their crushes, aradia had romantic emotions forced upon her (especially when hussie implies 'she kissed equius back on her own volition'). and it seems like her character is so intrinsically neutral abt attraction that even when forced by the almighty powers above, she's unable to retain it wholly.

however, looking back to pre-game when she could actually "choose" her own feelings, she did have a crush on sollux.

their soft spots for each other were so obvious to the point where other people could see it.

taunting aside, when vriska comments on their unit as bf/gf it actually informs the audience that arasol's relationship is romantic in nature despite not aligning with the quadrant system.

even while dead, aradia could still describe her care for sollux, expressing that she would like to see him happy. if they had more time to explore their relationship on alternia, it's possible they could've settled in a quadrant once they grew older.

but going back to the lack of labels, their dynamic was affected once more when aradia became god tier.

to me, her ascension was both the perfect culmination and possible closure of her character. it's the light at the end of her journey toiling through countless of timelines where she had to actively assess and participate. that's why it's cool to see her being silly and having fun giving guidance, passively exploring and watching other people do their parts.

and yet the joy of her freedom makes it hard to explore further introspection. if we take her by her word, she'd already come to terms with the hurt she's been through and forgiven those involved.

i can't help feeling attuned to how impersonal and detached it can be, to devote and meld your identity so completely with your designated position as Maid of Time until you've become hard for your old friends (and even some readers!) to personally connect to.

idk post-canon but i assume there’s some degree of similarity to be bridged here with aradia's god tier and how the hs2 humans' Ultimate forms was described as a consolidation of all their possibilities. since aradia's classpect is inherently of service to Time, going god-tier may have elevated her beyond personhood with the "game construct" possessing her entirely. sollux doesn't realize the extent of it bcs he's still mortal, but a part of him may have subconsciously understood this.

i think there is a core aspect to aradia that was lost to the dehumanizing glory of god tier — a core aspect that may have contained an element of why sollux enjoyed talking to her in the first place.

to him, aradia hadn't just been a nice girl, she was a cool girl. despite not having much in common, he's still willing to chill next to her so she's not alone while she does what needs to get done.

back on alternia, they held a mutual and equal-level regard for each other that could've definitely settled into something permanent. but now, he's placed himself in a position where he can be kept around or left behind at will. the parameters of the relationship are largely in aradia's court, so any label she suggests to identify their relationship with he's likely to accept.

but that's why it's so difficult to label it. because god tier aradia may not necessarily Want quadrants or relationship labels. rather than the initial romantic attachment, their commitment to each other had evolved into one fundamentally of companionship.

no label? ok fine. no matter what, he still thinks she's a good soul worth latching on to. the best, actually. aradia > everyone else.

even if it gets stilted at times. there's an unexpected struggle to connect when sollux's go-to default for talking points is his feelings about things, and aradia may not want to talk about emotions all the time.

not to mention god tier aradia became an observer, especially of chaos. but sollux's avoidance of involvement comes partially from his innate pressure to get involved if something goes wrong. and he can't always tell when something goes wrong, because aradia doesn't mind if things go wrong anymore.

it's a non-negotiable preference that causes them to take the occasional time apart, a new boundary that wouldn't have existed before the game and aradia's god tier.

but just like how his friends tolerated his moods, sollux accepts aradia as she is. with no quadrants, their connection doesn't break down because there's no implicit romantic expectations to be disappointed by or resentful over.

sometimes when i see hs content that deliberately distances sollux from aradia, i assume this is the dissonance people might have felt. people might find it "easier" to be cynical about them bcs of this strange tension.

but idc lmao. grab that shit by the neck

lack of easy resolutions and cleanly tied ribbons is pretty standard of homestuck and imo it doesn't make arasol's dynamic any less incredible. with the right affection and consideration, there's still so much potential to develop the nuance of their relationship outside of the popular quadrant-based depictions.

hs has a lot of really great character compatibilities but the way aradia and sollux are in their own special orbit is why i can write this much about them in the first place. it's that frail innocence between first loves that makes it so sweet to me, two kids who grew up too fast playing guesswork without being clear where they're going.

ultimately i do think you're meant to feel a little tragedy for just how much they care for each other, even if they can't quite establish it in simple terms.

maybe they keep taking breaks to progress their own paths. maybe they remain as anchor partners while seeing other people. but even if you decide to separate them, they're still (awkwardly) texting each other updates all the while. and when they reunite it feels like coming home.

and well. more than anything, i like to believe that they do want to be exclusive.

they're just afraid. after all, they're still learning how to love, beyond the projections of the foursquare quadrant system they had inadvertently distanced themselves from since young.

they might not have everything figured out, but they'll get there eventually if you just hold them together and write them there.

optional post-canon segment:

one of the limitations of main hs is that (monogamous) relationships are often written as the go-to solution to wrap up character growth; it's an easy "patch" to imagine characters getting their happy ending because they have a partner, and those who don't end up with someone don't get that closure (most notably jade).

hs2 reaffirms this by suggesting that aradia's character cannot progress without letting sollux go, because happily settling in a relationship automatically locks your potential.

that pathetic panel of sollux staring emptily into the sky is still my fave hs2 spoiler ngl i find the impact of their parting so emotionally provoking precisely bcs they were written in original hs to be each other's forever, coming back together again and again

but now, they're subject to the decisions of the post-canon authors who might choose to deviate from that.

it's not new for them to part, but now there's an underlying worry that her dropping him off this time might be the last time. while i think the prospect of shattering their stability to make them grow separately sounds fun on paper, no amount of me desperately hoping for a good execution is gonna guarantee it

idk. i guess prediction-wise im expecting sollux in classic dramatic-hs2 fashion to tell dave to back off aradia LMAO. otherwise it's just gon be sollux and karkat pathetically watching aradia and dave from a distance swimming in their unresolved feelings for narratively-powerful time players smh obvs it sounds corny as hell but who knows its still plausible

srsly tho i hope they take the opportunity to develop arasol's relationship in a fresh direction that doesn't hurt me too badly...... and i hope they force sollux out of his comfort zone. i like watching him struggle :-)

#sorry if this isnt fully accurate heh its just my personal impressions/feelings #despite best efforts to simplify my annotations the wall of text still ended up massive #there's also a comparison i wanted to make abt characters who “broke up” from romantic expectations losing a lot of what they had before #dave(sprite)/jade‚ karkat/terezi‚ dirk/jake etc = which is why i think arasol was rescued by hussie on purpose. arasol endgame truth #ngl there mightve been more moments that shouldve been mentioned but i have no memories of... limited cloud storage #long post #ask #anon #homestuck #arasol #aradia megido #sollux captor #arapostings #2024 #vioart #not disqualifying acespec/qpr reading i think its also possible :] #if anything i dont understand fanon killing off aradia for their sollux ships haiyaaa why is this trope so damn popular #every time i open a slkt fic and aradia is dead i go outside and burn a tree. global warming could not come sooner #slkts who treat aradia like dvkts treat jade…. i punt u football style

[plan3tjuniper]

"Insatiable" Leon S. Kennedy~

INCLUDES: fluff, friends(barely) to lovers, smut, jealous Leon, oral (m receiving), confessions, angry fucking?(close enuf), P in V, cream-pie, unprotected sex

Leon never thought of himself as possessive or even very monogamous til he saw you sucking another guy off..

Authors note: ok wow I'm finally back in the fanfic writing game after a long hiatus, hope you guys like this one. He's literally all i think about (this is gonna be a long one) also GOD HES SO MMPH UGWHDGSUJBUHSHIW

Leon Kennedy was an odd man romantically. He had had his fair share of sexual and romantic relationships, but he could never find himself to care too much for it. Did he enjoy a good romance movie here and there? sure! Does he enjoy sex? yeah who doesn't. And he has a pretty decent ratio. (its about a 3:50 for every girl who flirts with him which is pretty good seeing as most every woman who sees him gets a girl boner) He always wanted to settle down one day and be normal, cute wife, cute dog, cute little white picket fence life. But in reality, he only wanted that because what else would be do? His life was so far from normal that even to imagine it any different was insanity so he settled on the default, he had no idea how he would feel going from chaos and action to comfort and boringness. He had grown accustomed to the lifestyle in one way or another.

You on the other hand weren't in a relationship solely because you didn't want to be. And you were proud of it. You are young and just enjoying sex and fun while you still can. Kids and marriage were never in the picture for you and at the most you could see yourself raising a sweet little boy you adopted. But you'd never met anyone that made you want to settle down or that you could see a future with. You were a self-proclaimed slut. Your friends say you'd fuck anything in a 5 foot radius which isn't true but your body count is in the late 20s (ignoring blowjobs which don't realllyy count) And you enjoyed it, couldn't get enough.

You and Leon worked together, acquaintances but if someone asked you'd call him your friend. You had been on a few smaller missions together, you were hot for him and he was such a flirt. You could've sworn you threw out at least 3 pairs of panties just from just making eye contact with the man. But you were a professional woman and couldn't do anymore than glance and flirt with him on the job. Which is why you're thanking god and the heavens above that Chris and Jill and a few other people from the office invited you out clubbing tonight. They made sure to tell you Leon was coming because you are not an inconspicuous woman.

You'd finished your hair and makeup and slid on your little black dress, it may be basic but fuck you looked good it hugged you in all the right places(god you have a great ass). You put on your lipstick afterwards because you didn't want smears on the inside of the dress. and then put a bracelet and some earrings on, basic but you didn't want to get tangled up while dancing. You grabbed your little matching black purse and strapped your heels on and went and sat on your couch, eager. You had started getting ready 3 hours early, but who could blame you? It had been all you were thinking about all day. Your stomach churned in excitement as you tried to pull your attention to the TV to pass the 30 minutes you had to waste before they swung by to pick you up. You grabbed a piece of bread and nibbled on it to the incoherent talking it was hard to eat with your gut constricting in excitement. Really all you were thinking about was how to talk to Leon.

They finally arrived a minute late, a polite knock on your door followed by Chris banging on it and yelling "POLICE OPEN UP!" you giggled and opened the door to jill punching him in the arm. You were stunned for a second by the presence of Leon behind them just staring at you. He was like a sexy ghost. You regained your thoughts and said "you're two minutes late this is unacceptable" crossing your arms feigning anger. Jill gets on her knees and pleads "I'm so so sorry we had car troubles, whatever could i do to make it up to you" faking a cry. You put your hand to her face and say "you should've walked." You two make eye contact after your statement and cant hold it in any longer erupting in laugher. They start to walk to the car parked in the parking lot of your apartment building. You wait a second to lock the door and Leon stays by your side while the others start a conversation of their own. "You're quiet" you say pulling the key out and putting it in your bag. "I know, I honestly just don't know what to say" you share an awkward chuckle "you look nice" he said making eye contact with you. You look up at him nudging his shoulder with your own "thank you, I think this is my first time seeing you dressed like a normal person. Like if you ever wore sweatpants I think my head might explode." He laughs at that not a lot but it's genuine. You get to the car and climb into the back seat with Leon, he holds the door open "your seat madam" "why thank you sir" you say with a smile. You hear Chris say "knew itt" before jill hits him again.

The car was fun, listening fun trashy white girl music to get in the mood and singing along, cracking stupid jokes and doing bits with your friends in the front. Leon was making fun of the music the most but even he started humming along eventually, you're never letting him live it down. During the parts he was silent he would just stare at you talking and having fun, you were too caught up to notice the way he was studying your features, the curve of your nose, how you look when you laughed, the little moles and freckles on your skin, he was soaking it all in like a sickly victorian child seeing the sun. You sat back for a second to see him biting at dead skin on his lip when he brought his focus back to the conversation. You reached in your bag and pulled out some chapstick and handed it to him, he looked a little stunned (and a little turned on at your thoughtfulness) he put it on around and on his lips because they really needed it. You looked at him when his hand pulled away you noticed a sheer pink color outlining his mouth. You let out a giggle and he looked at you confused "what?." "I forgot it was tinted" you said hand covering your mouth in shock and interest. "I bet i look fabulous" he said with a flat tone and then puckering his lips at you. "yeah the smeared lipstick look is really in right now" you say giggling at his accidentally over-lined lips before leaning over and grabbing his face to wipe around his lips so he doesn't look insane. His breath hitched feeling your thumb swiping under his lips. "You know you could've just asked to kiss me, didn't have to make me look stupid" he said almost mumbling cause he didn't want to move him mouth too much and mess you up. "As if!! kissing you would be like kissing sandpaper! You are one cold morning away from a mouthful of blood from those cracks on your lips" you say pulling away from his face.

You knew what you were doing, and you knew that he liked you. You weren't dumb and you weren't gonna play it. You saw how he looked at you and god he had to know to some capacity how much you wanted him.

He was all you could get off to when you were alone now, sneaking a hand down to your panties and wishing it was his. Pumping your finger in and out of yourself almost antagonistically, you had assumed he'd be teasing and mean in your fantasies about him. And you would be lying if you said you said you hadn't been sleeping with more blonde guys as of recent to pretend that they're him. But none of them fucked you like Leon did in your head.

You guys pulled up the club finally, "The Alley Cat" stupid name but a dance floor and booze is a dance floor and booze. Starting to walk towards the door you notice that what you assumed was a busy sidewalk was a line around the block to get in. "This place is brand new how'd they find it so fast" jill said with a look of defeat. "Clubbers are menaces. Just give me a second I can get us in" you said adjusting your bra and arching your back very slightly.

You sauntered towards the bouncer, a man who looked to be in his late 30s, grown out buzz cut, brown mean eyes and a pair of sunglasses adorning his head. He was strong, not as strong as the men you worked with but you knew he could throw you around like you weighed as much as a napkin. He was tall too, too tall but that seemed to be good when your occupation is to be a human brick wall. His arms were crossed as he watched you strut up to him, squeezing your cleavage together and pouting. "Hello sir, i was wondering if you'd let me and my friends in" touching his chest "we were just sooo excited" you say slowly lips still in a pout looking up at him with half lidded eyes. "mmm.. I'll let you guys in if you make it worth my while" he said with a disgusting grin, you were such a hypocrite for being grossed out by the man when you knew that thats exactly what you were trying to get him to agree to. Just comes with the territory of being a woman I guess. You turn around with a wide smile on your face and wave your friends over. Jill squeals and trots over in her heels to hug you.

Leon had watched the whole ordeal go down, he had no idea what the two of you were saying but he could tell whatever you were doing was working. He had no right to be jealous so why was he, you two were barely friends he had no claim on you. Is what he tried to tell himself but his stomach was bubbling with jealousy and a little bit of anger. Anger that continued to grow when he saw the bouncer walk the group in and sweep you off to god knows where to do god knows what.

"She needs to stop doing this I would've been fine with waiting an hour or two" jill said with a sigh sitting down at the bar she ran her fingers through her short hair and looked around getting a scope of the place. "Doing what?" He said barely loud enough to hear over the music. Leon knew the answer to the question but he still asked anyways praying silently she wouldn't say it. "The last 5 times we've went to clubs she's pulled the whole seduce the bouncer thing and then suck him off in a backroom or closet. It's her choice at the end of the day but that must be really degrading mentally overtime for her. She may say she loves being a whore now but I don't think it's good for her to be treated like an object so often." Leon listened sympathetically but he was gritting his teeth internally at the idea of you sleeping with someone who wasn't him.

Leon didn't understand why he was feeling this way, you're gorgeous and he knew that, everyone knew that. But he enjoyed being around you. Every time he sees you he gets a little flustered thinking about how to talk to you and 'accidentally' eavesdropping when you'd talk about something you were passionate about, or recent news, or a mission or just something you enjoyed. He'd listen and wish he was the person you were talking to. He was absolutely infatuated with you. And he realized recently that the reason for it is because you're so interesting. He could never keep a girlfriend or fling before because he'd get bored so fast, he was addicted to the chaos in his life. It was his normal. And he wanted you to be that one constant in his life who he wakes up to every morning and wonders "what is she doing today?." because he knows it'll be a different answer every time. He wanted you to be his inconstant constant. By now the simmer of jealousy in his stomach had turned to a boil and it was spilling out. It should be him thats you're on your knees in front of not some loser who works at a club. He shivers at the thought.

The bouncer leads you to a storage closet about the size of a small bedroom, he starts nipping at your neck and groping your tits through your dress before pushing you to your knees in-front of him. his back against the cold concrete wall. You unzip his black pants music blaring through the door although the bass is louder than anything else. You pull his dick out, half hard and pump it a few times. "Just fucking suck it you little club slut." You knew it was his idea of dirty talk but it still didn't stop you from rolling your eyes. But maybe thats just because he's not Leon.

You take the tip into your mouth licking and sucking on it and finding his sensitive spot on the underside of his dick, you play with it for a little before he grabs a hold of your hair and starts throat fucking you. Drool pooling around your mouth and dribbling down your chin. Your eyes started to water as you relaxed your throat and just took him. That went straight to your panties, something inside you loved being manhandled. You were insatiable. Your makeup was probably fucked right now but you were too busy to care, and it was too dark in the club for anyone to notice. You started to move along with him as you could feel him getting closer squeezing your hair and his moans heightening in pitch, mouth falling into an 'O'. Or rather he was getting closer because before you could think Leon had busted through the door.

The mans whose name you still don't know's hand went limp on the back of your head as his whole body stilled. You pulled off of him a string of spit connecting you and his dick. Leon looked furious, jaw clenched and hands balled up into tight little fists definitely leaving little crescent-shaped marks in his palms. "Leon?" you said confused, barely able to think to ask why he's here before he punches the man straight in the nose. His head flies back holding his face, before he lunges on Leon. Theres a short lived battle of arms and legs before Leon is pinned down and cuffed. "You both are fucking out. now."

The man escorts you both out, Leons hands cuffed behind his back being held and you walking freely alongside, not wanting to embarrass yourself even more. He throws you two out on the curb and you hear a few people in the front of the line snicker. You make a quick call to Jill to say Leon got you two kicked out and that you'd update her later and you wanted her to enjoy her night, and to tell the people who haven't shown up yet that they can just say they're with her.

"Yeah, Yeah I'm sorry.. I know!! It's terrible, but he's probably just drunk. Yeah i'll get him home safe. Yeah. Okay, love you bye bye"

Thats all Leon hears as you're on the phone pacing back towards him, it was an odd habit you picked up. Needing to be doing something while talking to someone.

You look up at him with a mix of pity and annoyance and run your hands through your hair with a sigh. "C'mon, I'm walking you home. gotta make sure you don't beat anyone else up." You pat his back and start walking.

"I'm not drunk.."

"Sure Leon."

The two of you walk in silence for what feels like an eternity, the sounds of honks and angry drivers keeping you two sane. You take a sharp breath and contemplate your words before spitting them out.

"Why'd you do that Leon?" You say softly, looking over at him.

He refuses to look you in the eye, focusing on the sidewalk ahead of you. He responds with barely a mumble. "Jealous"

"What..?"

He finally looks you in the eyes and sighs "I was jealous.. can we just pretend like this never happened?"

You ignore his question. "Why were you jealous Leon.."

He groans and looks up to the sky, massaging his neck.

"Why do you think"

You smile at him, small. He doesn't notice though.

"Youuu like meee"

"You're making me wish I didn't right now"

"Shut up" You push his arm slightly, he stumbles over his feet to the side.

"So?"

"I mean I guess you're kinda cute" You say sarcastically, smile widening.

"Kinda?" He leers at you with that smirk on his face

you wanted to fuck it off of him

After a few more minutes of walking and bantering you arrive at his apartment, you climb up the stairs with him and he unlocks the door with ease. You follow him inside.

He takes his jacket off, revealing his toned back covered by a thin layer of cloth, if you weren't wet before you were now. He turns around to ask you a question but before he could even finish the first word you practically pounced on him.

Lips pressing against his, hands gripping onto his shirt desperately, like if you let go he'd disappear. He was shocked at first before letting out a low chuckle into your mouth, that went straight to your panties.

One of his hands grip your waist and the other grips your ass, pulling your body even closer to his. He slides his tongue into your mouth, making you melt at his touch. Letting out a whine into the kiss, the hand that was holding your ass moves up to your scalp and pulls your head back. Gripping your hair tight, a string of saliva connecting your wet lips as he pulls you away from him.

This time a whine leaves your mouth but its more of a beg and less of a moan. "Awww so needy" He says mocking you. "Leon please.."

His grip on your scalp stays strong as he forces you to your knees, he lets go and moves his hand to caress your face. Using a thumb to part your lips, you just look up at him dumbly. He puts his thumb in your mouth and you start sucking it mindlessly. "good girl.."

You look up at him and nod your head with a "mhm."

"Take off your dress" he says sternly.

You unzip your small, revealing dress to reveal a matching set of black lace panties and bra. He hums in approval.

"You were planning on getting fucked tonight.. probably by some stranger that couldn't treat you half as good as me"

You just continue to look up at him.

"C'mon baby, I want you to show me exactly what you would've done to that bouncer."

You nod at him again and work quickly at his belt and button.

"Someones experienced."

You pull his pants and boxers down to his knees and kiss around his dick, biting his thigh.

You take his fully erect penis into your hand, stroking it a few times. He looks like he's in complete bliss just from that. Eyelashes fluttering and looking down at you like you're the most precious thing in the world.

You lick his tip, flicking your tongue on his frenulum. His hand grips tighter on the back of your head and he lets out a small gasp. You put his tip in your mouth, and he lets out a groan at that.

"Quit teasing" he says lowly almost in a growl.

"Thought you wanted me to do exactly what id do to him" you tease him.

And with that you put him in your mouth in an instant, deep throating him. You pull away for a moment, looking up at him "feel free to fuck my mouth."

You put him back in your mouth and with that he grips your hair and starts fucking into your mouth, you gag slightly, tears pooling in your eyes and drool leaking down your chin again.

He turns your bodies around so now you're pressed against the wall, still sitting. And now instead of moving your mouth back and forth he's thrusting his hips into your mouth, losing himself and moaning. Your fingers are now digging into his clothed thighs, leaving crescent shaped marks on his meaty thighs.

You were sopping wet by this point, trying to hump the ground or your heel for some friction. Your heel was now rubbing against your clit and you let out a moan around him.

"fuckfuckfuckfuck such a good girl, just a little throat for men to use aren't you?"

He grips your hair again and with another long moan he releases into your throat. Coating the inside of your mouth completely, pulling out slightly too soon and spurting a little onto your cheek. You swallow all of it and then open your mouth to show him.

"God you're such a slut"

He uses one hand to grab your face, pointer finger and thumb squishing each side of your face. Pulling you to stand up.

He takes you to his bedroom and you fall back onto his bed with a giggle.

He undoes your heels slowly, a more sensual and tender moment compared to what you guys were doing just minutes ago. He takes both of them off and takes off his shirt leaving him nude and you wearing your bra and panties.

He crawls over your body and plants soft kisses to your collar bones and chest, before unhooking your bra. you arch your back slightly so he can do it easier. He slides it off of your arms and continues trailing soft kisses all over your chest before licking around one of your nipples.

It was gentle and made you feel safe in an odd sense, he looks up at you with blown out eyes. Hair slightly messy and him looking sexier than ever.

"Gonna treat you so much better than any of those assholes, gonna make you cum til your sobbing happy tears"

You caress his face with a soft smile, your smaller hand giving him comfort. You pull his face closer to your own and pull him into a kiss, wrapping your leg around his waist. He brings a hand down to squeeze your ass.

"Was thinking about doing this when I saw you in that slutty little dress."

He leans back for a moment, to grab your panties and slide them off of you, throwing them somewhere in his room. Doesn't matter, you're not getting them back.

He moves back into you, grabbing inside of your knee and putting it back around his waist, lining his dick up with your pleading hole. Barely putting his tip in and watching himself just disappear into you.

"Quit teasing Leon, please.. need you" You look up at him with a pleading look, he snickers at your desperateness before pushing into you completely. Your soft walls hugging and squeezing him just right, you felt like heaven. He would stay right here forever if he could.

He lets out a groan and starts moving, you moan along with him. He filled you up so perfectly.

"Fuck, could get used to this cunt. Sucking me in so good, made for me"

He continues to fuck into you at an increasingly fast pace, your pussy making wet squelching sounds as he pounds into you. Abusing your g-spot.

"Say it sweetheart, no one could fuck you as good as me" he says smirking at you, your hips slamming together to make a harmony of moans and wet sounds.

"No one could fuck me as good as you Leon, feel s'good. Making me feel so gooomph" you choke out a sob as he picks up the pace even more.

"Clit.. Leon please" you manage to squeak out while he pounds into you. He brings a hand down to rub small circles on you, you're so close to breaking. This man knew how to press all of your buttons just right, you knew it was just sex talk but maybe he was onto something.. maybe he was made for you.

You could feel yourself reaching your high, you felt the pressure building in your abdomen as you tried not to clench around Leon but you couldn't help it. He let out a moan when you did, bringing you even closer to the ledge. "its okay baby.. just come for me, c'mon sweetheart"

He starts fucking you at an even more relentless pace, and with a scream you finish around him, walls of your cunt fluttering around his still moving cock. You can only whimper and say his name as he continues his assault on your pussy, chasing his own release.

He starts to pepper kisses onto your neck as he starts to quicken his pace "can I cum inside?, please baby. Need to, been thinking about filling this little pussy up since we met"

You let out a whine and nod your head, as he starts to whimper himself in your ear.

"So good, so good for me, gonna breed you. And you're gonna love it aren't you? Yeah you are, little fucking slut."

Biting down on your shoulder and he starts to spurt inside of you, seed filling you up to the brim as he thrusts a few more times, riding out his orgasm as he kisses around the bite mark he left on your neck. His trusts slow down and his hips eventually still inside of you.

He looks up from your neck at your face in a haze before pecking you on the lips. "Wanna be the only person who gets to fuck you, and kiss you and hold you like this. Let me take you out on a date okay? Be your little boyfriend"

You smile at him and wrap your arms around his neck and roll over so now you're on top of him "yeah.. I think id like that Leon"

You kiss him on the lips again, this one much more gentle and soft than the hungry kisses you two shared earlier. You lift your hips off of him, pulling his dick out of you with a wince. He watches in awe as his cum drips out of you onto his torso.

"I'm never letting you go now"

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OKAY HAII AUTHORS NOTE:

This took so fucking long to write and its pretty proofread but if there are any mistakes just tell me. Proud of this!!!!

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[allysunny]

[CLOSED]

Hello everyone!

First of all, I would like to thank you all! I've recently hit 200 followers, and while to many it might not seem like much, it means the world to me! Thank you all for sticking with me and my silly little writing pieces in which I make all of our favourite characters suffer.

I'm very grateful for all those of you who like, share, and comment my work. Thank you, from the bottom of my heart!

Now, let's get to business, shall we?

I'd like to make a small event, in which I give you guys a few prompts and you get to request fanfiction with said quotes, and the characters you'd like.

I've seen people do it before, and I wanted to give it a shot!

Rules

Please send in your requests in my Ask Box!

You can request up to two dialogue prompts, followed by a scenario prompt. As in, for example, 1 + 2 + a. No more than one scenario prompt, please!

I've added a few fluff prompts, a few angst ones, and a few spicy ones, so you can pair them up and come up with interesting combinations!

You can also tell me who you would like to say what - the character, or the reader. And give me small details you'd like for me to add!

I tried to come up with original stuff, so please don't kill me!

You can request any of these characters,

Miguel O'Hara (Spider-Man: Across the Spiderverse)

Nanami Kento (Jujutsu Kaisen)

Bruce Wayne (Christopher Nolan's The Dark Knight Trilogy)

I'm going to take the plunge and start writing smut. Please keep in mind that I have literally never written smut in my entire life (only once, and it was like, five lines for my Miguel & pregnant wife drabble), so please, please, please go easy on me. The prompts I added are the only ones that I feel comfortable writing, so please don't ask more of me! And of course, NSFW content below!

Please be patient, as I still have other requests to tend to, and have my own life, which means I might take a while getting to all of them. But I can promise I will answer every request sent to me.

Now that all of that is out of the way, let's see the prompts!

Dialogue Prompts

“I love you”

“Please don’t leave me”

“You’re playing with fire, and you’re about to get burned”

“Promise to never let me go”

“I thought you loved me”

“You like this?”

“I’m so lucky to have you”

“Don’t go to work please, just today”

“I miss you”

“Is this close enough for you?”

“You’re intoxicating, you know that, right?”

“Behave, won’t you?”

“It’s like you’ve forgotten about me”

“You’re the best thing that has ever happened to me”

“Is it someone else?”

“Please come to bed”

“I thought we had something real”

“Hands to yourself”

“I’ve got you”

“I guess you’re not the person I thought you were”

“You’re a forbidden fruit. And I’m tempted to take a bite.”

“We’re not meant for each other” / “I don’t care, I love you”

“In your arms, I have found my home”

“You light up even the darkest of days”

“You look stunning” / “You don’t look so bad yourself”

“I crave your every touch,” / “Lucky for you, I live to indulge your every want”

“You left me” / “I was protecting you” / “You LEFT me”

“Do you trust me?” / “Always”

“You promised to always hold on, and yet you let go”

Scenario Prompt

a) Kiss on the lips

b) Kiss on the cheek

c) Kiss on the forehead

d) Cuddling (by the fire, or somewhere else, you choose!)

e) Dancing

f) Day at the park

g) Stargazing

h) Cleaning up wounds

i) Bathing together

j) Day off

k) Lazy morning sex

l) Late night sex

m) Domestic bliss

n) Pregnancy

o) Aftercare

p) Make out session

q) Day off

r) Protecting you

s) Comforting you

t) Break up

u) Make up

v) Hugging after not seeing them for a long time

w) Watching the sunset

x) Sparring / fighting

And that's it! I hope you guys have fun with it, and send in some requests! I look forward to see what kind of things you guys come up with, and I can't wait to write them out!

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[iamthenerdqueen]

The Red String of Faith - Chapter VI

Idol!AteezXOCs Soulmates!ot8AteezXOCs OCXOC Slight Social Media AU!

slight twigger warnings: SMUT IN THIS CHAPTER!!! Polyamory, group of 10, two OC's -feel free to replace one OC with yourself if you'd like- , listen this is an idea me and my best friend had and is something for fun read at own risk, not edited as always, also we are starting to explore themes such as bxb and gxg if thats not for you, this story may not be for you.

Chapter I, Chapter II, Chapter III, Chapter IV, Chapter V, Next

After Lyra made it to San and Seonghwa’s room, her only goal was to read the smutty book on her phone about a demon king. The boys were still getting ready for bed, bouncing back and forth between the bathroom and the main part of the room.

Lyra was sprawled out on the bed she could only assume was San’s because the blankets were a mess compared to the bed to the right which was perfectly made up. This was only confirmed when San, who had only gotten as far as changing his clothes, threw himself down beside her.

“San-ah, you need to finish getting ready. You can’t sleep in your makeup.” Seonghwa said from his spot just outside the bathroom where he had finished his skincare.

“I’m lazy.” San said from his spot on the bed while casually trying to read over Lyra’s shoulder.

“What are you doing, Ly?” San had put his face next to her phone, unsure what the large block of text was on her phone's screen.

“I’m reading, why?” Lyra flashed the screen at him to show him the full page she was on before going straight back to her intense reading stare. She let her one free hand go to play with San’s hair.

“Pay attention to me” San rolled onto her, preventing her from seeing her phone as it was now pressed against her chest.

“You still need to take your makeup off, once you’re both ready for bed I'll cuddle you both.” Lyra just wanted to finish this one chapter, or two. The main characters were about to finally have sex.

“Nooooooo,” San whined into her neck not wanting to get up.

“Sannie, do you want me to do it for you or something?” Lyra was joking.

“Yes, actually. Please do it for me, Doll?” San was not joking. Also, Lyra was confused about where he learned the term doll and when he decided to start calling her that. She wasn’t one to lie however, it was hot. Very hot.

“I-” Lyra was stunned and struggling for words after San’s new nickname, “Okay, fine. Where is your make up remover?” Lyra wormed her way out from underneath San to head toward his bathroom.

“Here is his makeup remover, really all it took was a pet name and you cave? Good to know.” Lyra turned pink at Seonghwa's words, grabbing the bottle and cotton pads from him trying to avoid eye contact.

“Don’t make fun of me,” She muttered as she began putting the makeup remover onto the cotton pads and then placing two of them over San’s eyes.

“We’re not making fun of you, Doll,” Seonghwa was directly behind her now. Watching as she gently took the makeup off of San’s face. Her hands were shaking slightly as she gilded the cotton pads across his skin, being careful not to pull or be too harsh.

She was startled when she felt Seonghwa grab her waist and lay his head on her shoulder while watching as she worked.

“You need to go wash your face now, and then put on some face lotion. I don’t want to hear you complaining about a break out tomorrow. Even worse, I don’t want to be on Eunsook’s hit list.” Lyra said, patting San on the shoulders to encourage him to get up from his sitting position on the bed and finish his routine.

“Fine, but you have to give me a kiss first.” San playfully pouted his lips toward her. With little hesitation, Lyra gave him a quick kiss and nudged him toward the bathroom once again. She had decided since this morning that kissing boys wasn’t so bad, and it made her much less nervous now that she had kissed Hongjoong.

“Hongjoong told us something interesting this morning while we were getting ready for our interview,” Seonghwa said teasingly next to her. Lyra knew where this was going and could roll her eyes at her soulmates’ antics. She really didn’t care if they knew she had no experience with guys.

“Let me take a wild guess, that I had never kissed a man before this morning when he and I made out?”

“What?” Seonghwa and San asked at the same time. San even went as far as to step out of the bathroom, his facewash still soapy on his face.

“That’s not what he told you?” Lyra was stunned and impressed with Hongjoong. She hadn’t told him not to say anything, so she assumed he would share with the class so to speak.

“NO! He told us you talk in your sleep and showed us a video he took of you being cute in your sleep” San said his eyes wide, the facewash on his face was slowly dripping into his eyes so it was an ordeal for him to be making that expression.

“Oh, well then. I didn’t know I did that, hopefully I didn’t say anything embarrassing.” Lyra was trying to ignore the look Seonghwa was now giving her after learning this information. It was like he was questioning everything, but he also looked as though he was a little too happy with the new information.

San returned to his spot on the bed after finally getting the soap off his face, and he quickly looked at his phone before glancing back to Lyra. He soon got the same look on his face as Seonghwa, like he was a little too happy with the news.

“So, you’ve only kissed Sannie and Hongjoongie?” Seonghwa’s asked in a mischievous tone, obviously having other intentions with his questions.

“No, they’re the only males I've kissed. I’ve had my fair share of girlfriends and don’t forget I’ve done everything with Lia first.” Lyra wanted to subtly flex her and Lia’s past. They weren’t romantically involved, but that didn’t mean they hadn’t tried to be more than platonic. It just never worked for them before.

“Okay, let me try that question again, Sannie and Hongjoongie are the only men you have kissed?” Seonghwa was not deterred by Lyra’s attempt to distract him.

“Yes,” Lyra was playing with fire at this point. The intensity of these two men was palpable in the air.

“Do you plan to kiss the rest of us?” Seonghwa questioned starting to get closer to his point.

“Yes,” Lyra couldn’t tell which way this was going to go now, but she would be lying if she said she didn’t like it. Everything about what was going on was extremely hot to her. She had a bit of a thing for protective (maybe a little possessive) partners, it made her feel wanted.

“So, the only men who will ever kiss, touch you, fuck you, will be Ateez?” Seonghwa’s English was rougher than usual, maybe because these weren’t words he practiced or used in his English vocabulary often, but god was it hot.

Lyra thought hard about how she should answer his question, she wasn’t stupid or naive by any means. She knew that she had control of this situation, that she could let it go up a notch and keep it going or cut it off now. But, Lyra was at her purest form, nothing more than a simp.

As well as the fact that she had ⅔ of the demon line looking at her like they wanted to eat her. She is, currently, a slightly turned-on simp.

“Yes.” Lyra answered after a couple seconds, her tone shifting to sound somewhat playful.

“Good.” It was the first word San had said since the conversation had turned sexual, he was more than content watching the interaction. The next thing Lyra knew, Seonghwa’s lips were on hers. She didn’t know which of the two had their hands on her waist, gently grounding themselves to her.

San’s mouth was on her neck, dotting her neck with kisses. Lyra didn’t know which was up at this point and she was lost in the two men she was sandwiched between. Her hands rested on Seonghwa’s shoulders, all she could hear was their combined breaths, their clean and masculine smells filling her nose. All she could think about and process at the moment was them.

“Do you want to do this? To be with us like this, we're not rushing you. We can stop right now.” Both of the boys stopped to make sure this was okay, they wanted her to want this like they did, to be comfortable in this situation and not to regret anything later on.

“You’re all so sweet and thoughtful. Yes, I want to do this. I know it’s fast moving but this is what I want, if it wasn’t I promise everyone would know.” Lyra said with a grin on her face.

“You’ve never done this before, let us teach you what we like.” San was speaking in her ear in a low voice, she could feel his eyes on her now.

“And let us figure out what you like,” Seonghwa finished the thought and leaned in, giving Lyra a quick kiss before turning and capturing San’s lip in a kiss. The two men kissed with a familiarity, it wasn’t a sweet and polite kiss, no this kiss was aggressive and sloppy. These men knew each other, inside and out. There was something very erotic about it but underneath it was this familiarity and love between them.

Seonghwa broke their kiss and stood up, pulling Lyra with him. He turned her so that her back was against his chest, both of them facing San who was sitting on the bed.

“Get on your knees, doll,” Seonghwa put his hands on her shoulder, helping her to the carpeted floor directly between San’s knees. San was resting back on his hands, watching her with heavily lidded eyes.

It was like Lyra knew instinctively what to do as she put her hands on San’s clothed knees and looked up at him for approval. He slowly nodded his head, letting her know that she could continue on her way to his waistband.

Lyra toyed with the elastic band for a few seconds before tugging, San lifting his hips as she removed the only piece of clothes he had on. This was no surprise to Lyra, the whole group had admitted to only wearing boxers some of the time after a particularly sus tiktok that Lia had sent to the group chat.

After his pants, Lyra let her hands rest on his thighs. Her confidence wavered slightly, she had never come face to crotch with a man before much less with the intention of putting a dick in her mouth. She also was half trying not to look half admiring the sizable dick in front of her.

Saying a dick was pretty didn’t feel right in Lyra’s mind, and when the words slipped from her lips she couldn’t help but turn bright red.

San was smirking after her comment, his cock was hard and he was waiting for her to touch him.

“Lyra,” Seonghwa was still behind her now sitting on the other bed in the room. Lyra could feel his knees and legs behind her, they gave her support taking some of the pressure off of her knees.

“I think he wants you to touch him, Doll. I know he’s pretty to look at, but don’t make him suffer.” Seonghwa was teasing both of them with his words, enough to make San scuff.

“Like this?” San almost jumped out of his skin when Lyra’s hand grasped him. He sucked in a sharp hiss as she started to pump his cock.

She started to move her hand slightly faster and could feel the friction from the lack of lubrication. Without giving herself the chance to pussy out, she dipped her head forward and licked a strip from the base of his cock to the tip.

“Just like that,” Seonghwa answered as she put her tongue back into her mouth, letting her speed increase even more. San was groaning at her touch and watching the whole thing happen, trying to keep his hands to himself, for now.

Looking up at San, Lyra decided that it was now or never. There was something unexpectedly arousing from jerking him off and she couldn’t stop thinking about having his dick down the back of her throat. Freud would have a field day with that.

She shifted forward, going from sitting back on her knees to her ass in the air. Lyra wanted a better way to take San in her mouth and she wanted to shake her ass right in front of Seonghwa, but who's asking anyway?

“Fuck, Doll. Are you sure this is your first time doing this?” San’s hand was in her hair seconds after she warped her mouth around his cock. His grip was rough, and he was using her hair to help her bob up and down.

Lyra was fueled on by San’s comment, taking him deeper into her mouth. She was sure she would end up deep-throating him, both from the way he was guiding her head and the way he was starting to thrust up into her mouth. He was planning to face fuck her and damn did it make her wet.

Seonghwa’s voice broke through the sloppy sounds coming from the pair in front of him, “You like sucking his cock, huh? I can tell from the way you’re moving your ass that you’re turned on.” Seonghwa’s hand came to rest on her ass, the other gripping her hip.

He had at some point stood up from his seat on the bed, if Lyra tried she could grind up against the man. Seonghwa rubbed her ass cheek gently and then he slapped her ass, hard.

The force of Seonghwa’s hand caught Lyra off guard causing her to gasp around San’s cock.

“Do it again, Hyung.” San’s grip on her hair somehow got tighter and he was fully thrusting his cock into her mouth. She had taken him to the hilt and was almost choking, but she loved it. Something about totally handing control over to them was euphoric.

Seonghwa’s hand once again slapped her ass, Lyra couldn’t help but grind her hips against the air in pleasure. She was soaked and without a doubt, her sleep shorts had to have a wet spot on them.

“You like getting spanked, Doll?” Seonghwa’s finger was rubbing her through her clothes and all she could do was moan around San’s cock in response.

“I’ll take that as a yes,” San said, not only hearing her moaning but feeling the vibrations from her throat.

Seonghwa was working her sleep shorts and panties down over her hips at the same time as San spoke. “You’re right San-ah. She must love it to be this wet.”

Seonghwa’s finger was now playing with her bare dripping slit, going back and forth from flicking her swollen clit to teasing her entrance. Lyra wanted to turn and scream at him to just fuck her already, but her mouth was more than full at the moment and from San’s grip on her hair she wasn’t going anywhere.

Instead, she began trying to grind against Seonghwa’s hands or really any part of him that was touching her.

“So impatient, Doll. Do you want me to fuck you that bad? Tell me, or I won’t.” Seonghwa stopped all of his actions waiting for her to tell him what he wanted to hear.

Lyra pulled her mouth off of San’s cock and turned to look at the older member over her shoulder. “Fuck me like a slut. Please,” She was using her hands to pump San’s cock slowly as she spoke.

Did Lyra expose her slight degradation kink, yes. Would this come to haunt her eventually, knowing the boys, absolutely.

Seonghwa’s cock pushed into her. He wasn’t gentle or soft with her, fucking just as she had asked. San guided her head back to his cock, helping her to resume the face fucking she had been in the middle of.

The room was nearly silent, except for the sounds of skin against skin and Lyra’s mouth on San or the moans coming from the trio.

Lyra could feel Seonghwa shift forward, not only hitting a new spot within her, but as she looked up she could see the two men kissing above her. This made her go harder, wanting to pleasure them even more.

San could feel his orgasm coming as he broke the kiss with Seonghwa. He looked down at Lyra as he sped up his sloppy thrust and used his hand to help her match his pace. He came hard enough for his eyes to roll to the back of his head.

“Swallow, or you don’t get to cum.” San’s voice was deep, his pleasure still thick in the air.

Lyra swallowed the load in her mouth while keeping eye contact with the man in front of her, licking her lips as the last of it went down her throat. She opened her mouth playfully to show him it was all gone, not expecting him to grab her face.

“Good girl, Doll. Swallowed every last drop,” San said, bringing his face down to hers before kissing her.

Seonghwa was apparently pleased with this as he started fucking her harder from behind, one hand going firmly to her clit. She was meeting his thrust with her own, chasing her own high now.

Lyra almost came instantly when Seonghwa’s hand went to her hair, pulling her head back slightly to make her look up at him. The smacking of skin got louder the rougher they got, at some point, Lyra swore she was drooling from how good it felt.

San, not one to be left out, reached down and pulled Lyra’s oversized shirt up to expose her tits. He skillfully began playing with her nipples, pinching, and pulling as she was fucked by Seonghwa.

“Good girl, such a good fucking girl for us. Our own little slutty doll.” Seonghwa emphasized his words with hard thrusts. Lyra didn’t know if it was the combination of San’s hands and Seonghwa’s cock, or if it was the words coming out of Seonghwa’s mouth but she came. Just like San, Lyra’s eye rolled to the back of her head and she let out a moan as she rode out her orgasm.

Seonghwa was also close as he kept the intensity of his thrusts, hitting her G-spot and sending her almost instantly into a second orgasm.

She felt him pull out of her just as he started to cum, letting his load out across her ass. The three of them just existed like this for a second taking in the moment and their shared pleasure.

San was the first to start the aftercare, kissing both Lyra and Seonghwa sweetly on the lips before getting up to go grab a washcloth to help clean up.

Before long they were all three tucked into one of the beds wrapped in each other's arms. Softly talking about anything that crossed their minds as they all started to drift off to sleep.

Lyra was the last of them awake, staring at the ceiling from her spot to the right of San who was cuddled up in the middle. She had always been a bad sleeper, even now. She couldn’t believe this was her life, any of it. It was over a half-hour later when she fell asleep, thinking about the things fate had given her.

The next morning was rough for both girls, Lyra had gotten back to her and Lia’s hotel room to find it empty. Lia and Yunho had already gone down to get breakfast before their busy day started.

Her phone was blowing up once she checked it after getting dressed. From no other than Wooyoung and a new group chat with just her, Lia, Wooyoung, and Mingi.

Lyra wanted to throw hands with Wooyoung, his teasing was so annoying but also cute. If she didn’t know how physically affectionate he was, she would put money on teasing being his love language.

Lia was having the time of her life at breakfast, she and Wooyoung were giggling across from each other. Yunho was trying to ignore the fact that Mingi had without doubt told everyone what had happened last night.

“Wait, so why only the four of us in that chat? You normally would just go about this in the big group chat,” Lia asked Wooyoung after Yunho got up to go talk to Yeosang at another table.

“Oh! I just made a bottom group chat,” he said it like it was the most obvious no-brainer in the world, Wooyoung didn’t even look up from his food when answering.

“Now, why would you assume that me and Lyra are in that category?” Lia was teasing him about the assumption, he was right but just telling him that wasn’t fun.

In the past week, Lia and Wooyoung had become the terrible two in the group chat and over Facetime. Teasing not only each other nonstop, but also being cutely annoying to everyone else as a pair. Hongjoong had to threaten to put them in time out on Wednesday, as they were having a little too much fun over a Tik Tok of San on stage that had gone semi-viral. To be fair, what Hongjoong really did was ask Wooyoung if he needed to come to his room that night and told Lia she would find out what that was like if she didn’t let it go.

“Lia, who are you trying to lie to here? You’re a pillow princess if I have ever seen one.” Wooyoung was deadpan in his response, again acting like this was the most obvious thing in the world.

“You don’t have to call me out like that sir. My princess behavior is my concern,” Lia looked up to the left in a playful huff. She would spend every day like this if she could, just being surrounded by her soulmates.

“Listen Pretty, it’s okay. You’re our little pillow princess,” Wooyoung reached across to give her a sweet kiss and pat her head in a joking manner.

“Okay, you’re the second one to call me that. What did you guys just sit around and decide on like a single pet name for us or something?” Lia was joking with her question so Wooyoung’s answer sent her for a loop.

“Yeah, we did a couple days ago when we were getting ready for a schedule.” He just blinked at her before continuing, “You’re our pretty girl, so we decided on Pretty. Lyra reminded Mingi of a doll the first time we saw you, so she's our Doll.”

“Her concert outfit reminded you of a doll?” Lia was slightly confused by his confession, she had spent her time and effort into making Lyra’s concert outfit a hot one. It did not in the slightest read ‘doll’ to her.

“Oh no, the first time we ever saw you two was on a live stream in like 2021. Yunho has been watching your streams since late 2020, I think.”

Lia was flabbergasted at this, they watched her. HER?

“What?” That was the only thing Lia could think to say, Yunho of all people was a bunny? A big enough fan of hers to introduce the rest of them to her content?

“Yeah, a couple of us will sometimes watch your streams together. Yunho only misses them if we have a schedule or something like that.” Wooyoung showed her his phone, it was a picture of Yunho camped out in what she assumed was their dorm living room. She could recognize the stream playing on the tv as one that happened a couple of months ago when she was wearing an Ateez shirt during the stream and talking about the comeback that was happening then.

“Wow, that’s so weird. I never would have guessed you guys watched me. I just play the Sims and sometimes other random games.”

“We all find your voice really soothing and you’re always happy on stream. It helps us relax, especially Yunho. He sometimes watches it to fall asleep.” He scrolled through his photos to show Lia, one of Yunho on the same couch as before. This time she could see his phone in his hand and the slightest hint of her streaming set up on the screen.

“Awe, I wonder why he didn’t tell me that?” Lia was a little butt hurt that Yunho hadn’t told her that he was a fan of hers. They obviously knew she and Lyra were Atiny, she had done whole live streams just talking about Ateez and kpop in general while playing her games.

“He kinda freaked out in the car, after we talked after the meet and greet. Seonghwa too, he also watches pretty often.” Wooyoung had moved to sit beside her and gossip now as it was easier this way. He was enjoying telling everyone’s secrets a little too much, as always.

“Damn, so what live did you guys see Lyra in?”

“The soulmate Q&A you two did a while back, I think it’s the first time she had been on stream for more than a few seconds or randomly in the background,” Wooyoung stopped for a second trying to think. “I think we all watched that one for some reason, I don’t remember why. I think we all just ended up being there and it was on. It wasn’t live though, we have to wait a couple days for someone to add Korean subtitles.”

Lia had never thought of that before, the fact that people had to translate and watch her streams later because of it. She had to do the same with lives from her favorite groups often.

Lyra slid into the seat on the other side of them finally making an appearance at breakfast. She was purposefully avoiding making eye contact with the grinning man beside Lia.

“Good Morning, Doll.” Wooyoung couldn’t help himself. He just had to say it.

“I swear to any god that is listening, if you say anything else about anything. I’ll figure something out and hold it against you. I’m sure I could get San to tell me,” Lyra shot back at him in the same manner.

“Oh, from what he told me about last night, you could get him to do anything you want.” Wooyoung finished his joke with a wink.

The laugh that came from Lia made every single person in that room, staff and members alike, turn their heads to look at the three. Yeosang and Jongho, looking to break up the teasing, came to sit with them.

“Good morning,” Jongho was as pleasant as always, something about being around the girls put him in a good mood. He liked to argue and pick on his hyungs but he felt protective of the girls and besides there was something about them being his age. In his mind, the three of them being the same age meant that he could just relax more around them right off the bat. “Mornin’,” Lyra lent into his shoulder in a greeting as he sat in the middle of her and Yeosang.

Jongho smiled and put his head on hers for a second, soaking up the affection for a while. He smiled at Lia and Wooyoung too, who both smiled back at the two in front of them. Wooyoung always found Jongho cute, especially when he did show affection like this which was rare.

“Morning Jonho, Morning Yeosangie,” Lia said to the both of them, Jongho just smiled at her while stealing a piece of bacon from her plate and popping it into his mouth.

Yeosang, however, remained silent. His expression was rather neutral, but his lack of greeting and eye contact was something the girls hadn’t seen from him. It was almost like he was pouting over something.

“Yeo?” Lia tried again, attempting to get a response from him. One thing about Lia is that she cannot stand when someone is upset, particularly upset with her, and she doesn’t know why or what is wrong. She is notorious for prying the information out of someone at all costs.

“He’s pouting,” Jongho and Wooyoung said together. They were unbothered by the behavior, it was a bit of a moment for Lyra. It struck her that they still didn’t know each other inside and out yet. The boys knew each other like the back of their hand, she and Lia were one mind in two bodies. It would take time, much more time, for them to all know each other in a way where they could read each other just by a quick look.

“Why? What’s wrong?” Lyra asked this time, maybe he would respond to her.

“Because, and I quote ‘it’s not fair that those two got to hit it and I haven’t even gotten a kiss from Lyra yet’ which then was followed by his current pouting,” Wooyoung explained as Jongho nodded his head in agreement.

“Oh,” Lyra suddenly felt a little guilty. She wasn’t as open with affection as Lia and started second-guessing her choices from the night before after hearing that. Maybe she should have waited until she had shown more affection to everyone before going that far with anyone.

“Don’t do that. It’s okay, he’s just a little jealous and acting like a baby rather than trying to get what he wants,” Jongho pulled her out of her head, keeping her from getting too lost in there.

She still couldn’t help but feel bad. Yeosang had been very affectionate and flirty with her since they met, making her feel wanted and letting her know just what he thought. He had done the same with Lia, but she had proudly said her goal on this trip was to lay one on all of them before the first night was over. She had accomplished that goal and was now readily sharing affection, Lyra wanted to be like that but she was shy.

Lyra also hated not knowing why someone was upset, but she hated the silent treatment even more. She couldn’t stand someone not telling her what was going on nor the thought of someone being upset with her but that was her people pleasers showing through.

“Okay, well fine then.” Lyra stood from her seat and went around the back of the chairs to stand to the side of Yeosang. Something about these boys gave her an unusual amount of sporadically placed courage, so she pulled him - kinda hard- up from his seat.

Lyra wasn’t exactly tall, she was only 5’5, so Yeosang didn’t tower over her. Still, she had to look up at him slightly sometimes, especially now when his shoes gave him some extra height.

He was still refusing to make eye contact and had now stepped up his dramatics to push his bottom lip out just slightly. Using one hand, she grabbed his face and brought it down to hers. When their lips came together, Lyra assumed that it would be a quick kiss. Yeosang had other plans.

Having gotten his way, Yeosang stopped his pouting and unfolded his arms to wrap them around Lyra’s waist, pulling her close to him. After she broke their first kiss, a smile came to his face before he kissed her once more, this time his hands wandered from her waist as he reached down and grabbed her ass just enough to make her pull away and hit his chest softly.

“You, sir, are so full of it,” Lyra was attempting to go back to her own seat when Yeosang suddenly sat in his chair and pulled her into his lap.

“Stay, give me attention,” Yeosang put his head into her back as if to snuggle Lyra in some way.

Lia was giggling in her seat watching Lyra squirm in the man's lap trying to reach over and grab a piece of food here and there from her plate down the table. The group stayed like this for a while just hanging out before the boys had to leave to start their day, a couple of them had different lessons going on before sound check today. Others were working on some new projects for their next comeback.

San and Mingi were riding in the same car as Lia to the venue, they were working with Hongjoong on some music today. The venue was the easiest spot for them to work without getting stuck in a hotel room all day.

“You know, the one thing I wish I had gotten to see you all do was a Pick It Up performance live, because it's honestly my favorite thing. One day, I will sneak into a dance practice and force you all to give into my demands,” Lia was jokingly being over dramatic in her declaration to the boys with her in the car. Both of whom just laughed at her antics.

“Oh looks like Yeosang just found out that you and Yunho did the dirty, have fun with his pouting Lia,” Mingi said right as a notification came in from the group chat. Yeosang was definitely pouting again.

Lia and Lyra spent their day, once again, with Eun-Sook and the stylists. In their opinion, they were helping, but most of the time it was them just running to go grab the different clothes or random things that were needed by their new friend.

The show started and this time they remained backstage, watching the boys on the monitors. They were killing it on the stage as always. Lia and Lyra were vibing when it wasn’t total chaos backstage, at the moment they were trying to get Eun-Sook to do the ‘girlypop’ dance with them.

Much to their surprise they heard the Mingi speak to the crowd from the stage, “Atiny, this next one is not planned. Someone close to us said they miss it, so here we go.”

Lia and Lyra turned to look at each other as the beginning notes of Pick It Up began before they broke out into a sprint trying to get to the side stage. Lia put her hand on the small of her back and signaled for Lyra to grab it, one of their rituals when walking through (or running in this case) crowded areas.

They were weaving in and out of staff members in the back, trying their hardest not to run into anyone. For the record they did apologize to the assistant manager when they ran into her.

By the time they made it to stage left, the boys were into it and dancing their asses off. So, in true atiny fashion, the girls started freaking out on the sidelines. Turns out they were screaming loud enough for the boys to hear them from the side of the stage.

The girls ended up watching the rest of the show from that position, and every so often the boys saw them there. Making quick eye contact or a small smile, the girls loved it just as much seeing them in their element would never get old for them.

What really got them was the unexpected words from the boys, each of them thanking the fans and saying goodbye for now to Atiny, leaving little hints for the girls to pick up on. But, Hongjoong took it one step further with his words,

“Atiny! I can’t tell you how much it means to all of us, to me, to be able to see you all again. These last two years have been hard and lonely without Atiny.” Like the rest of the members, Hongjoong was a bit emotional while recalling the isolation he had felt over the past two years, “This tour has changed my world, and sometimes I think if Covid hadn’t happened I would have found these great things in my life faster. I feel so whole with Atiny and being with all of you, it makes me so happy. I don’t want to go and be apart from you all ever again. I wish I could see all of you every single day.”

He glanced around at his members, at the soulmates he found first. They were just as emotional as he was, both because they were saying goodbye to their fans and ending one leg of their tour but also knowing that the morning would end their time with the two girls waiting for them in the wings. Keeping them from each other for two months.

He glanced over his shoulder to the side stage where Lia and Lyra were, both with tears running down their faces and soft smiles to all of the boys.

“Time and distance may separate us for now, but know that everyday our thoughts are of you. Until we are all together again not a single moment will feel right.” Hongjoong ended his speech as Twilight began to play their final song. Causing the girls to feel even more loved, as they had mentioned the first time they talked to the boys. During the meet and greet, they mentioned the song as one that was special to them and had a place in their hearts.

Now, it and everything they knew took on a whole new meaning. No matter where they were or how alone they felt as just two girls who were afraid of being alone, they would never be again. They had each other and suffered together as just the two of them for so long, now their hearts beat as 10.

As they sang, something started falling from the ceiling onto the fans in the arena. This hadn’t happened at the previous shows and was especially for this last show. Looking out at the confetti, it was a mixture of several colors, black and orange made up most of what was falling into the crowd. Sprinkled in was some green and purple confetti, it wasn’t until one piece of every color fell onto the park of the stage right in front of where the girls stood in the back that it made sense.

Orange and black for Ateez, purple and green for the girls as the combination was often associated with them on the internet. A subtle nod once again, keeping their privacy but also a confession of their affection for the girls.

After the boys made it backstage the girls showered them in affection, Lyra even made it a point to kiss each of them and to give them as much affection as possible. Despite having several different hotel rooms, they all congregated in the girls' room that night. Eating there and talking late into the night. If they didn’t go to sleep the morning wouldn’t come and no one would have to go anywhere.

They were on very different flights the next day, the girls' flight to the East Coast took off at 10 AM while the boys' flight to South Korea left at 2 PM. Saying goodbye at the hotel was the easiest thing for all of them, and gave them some privacy as there wasn’t a dry eye among them.

Two months was a sickening thought, but they would be together again. It was their fate to be together.

Lyra, who had no social media whispered something to Lia as they sat in their terminal waiting to board.

Wooyoung got the notification on his Instagram he used to keep up with atiny first, seeing that Lia had added something to her story. All of Ateez couldn’t help the sad smiles they had all day after seeing the post.

It was a picture of their plane home and a quote that obviously came from Lyra at the bottom,

“I exist in two places, here and where you are.” - Margaret Atwood

A/N: HI! This took forever to get done, but it is like the longest 9second longest idk) chapter at over 6,600 words and this fic is over 30K words which is mind blowing to me. Hope yall like the smut, i think i am getting better at it. Also, finally started posting this to AO3 yay! As always shoutout to my bff, the irl Lia for the soical media portions of this. A one-shot is coming next, but it is very relivant to the story line. Everything will be written and posted in cronological order even if it is technically outside of the main story. See you all soon, maybe thursday, maybe next monday who knows.

#ateez #ateez fanfic #ateez smut #ateez fluff #ateez imagines #ateez san #ateez soulmate au #ateez x oc #ateez x reader #ateez x y/n #ateez ot8 #ot8 #ot8 x reader #ot8 ateez x reader #ateez smau #kpop imagines #imagines #ateez headcanons #ateez hongjoong #ateez hard hours #ateez scenarios #ateez seonghwa #ateez yunho #ateez yeosang #atz #ateez wooyoung #ateez woosan #ateez writing #ateez jongho #ateez mingi

[andydrysdalerogers]

The ABCs of Nick Vaughn ~ "V"

Pairing: Reader x Nick Vaughn (Before We Go)

Summary: Children its time to learn your ABCs. And Nick Vaughn is here to teach you the lessons. 26 glimpses in the world of you and Nick Vaughn

Warnings: S-M-U-T!!!! (under 18 please leave the chat!) descriptions of sexual activity including some themes of BDSM, loss of virginity, fluffy bits, pet name etc...

The new upload will probably be Sundays and Thursdays. Have fun kittens! Also, the tag list is open!

I do NOT give permission for my work to be translated or reposted on here or any other site, even if you give me credit. DO NOT REPOST MY FICS. Reblogs, comments, likes, and feedback ALWAYS appreciated

Divider by @firefly-graphics

Previous: U ~ Under

ABC Masterlist - Main Masterlist

V - Voyerism

From Nick’s POV 

It was late when I finally made it home from my trip.  I just wanted to strip off my clothes and crawl into bed with my girl. A reunion tour for the summer seemed like fun when YN was supposed to be with me but then she got a case that couldn’t be passed off. She had been home while I traveled with the old band.  

Facetime and Sexting could only do so much for a man when he is comfortable inside his woman. And I was a man who was very comfortable inside my woman.  I loved seeing her grow rosy as I pumped inside of her.  Those breathy moans of ecstasy. Damm, it was almost like I could hear them out loud as I opened the door of the townhome. 

Before I had a chance to say anything, I heard a noise. I wasn’t crazy; I was hearing my favorite sounds in the whole. Her moans.  

What the fuck was she doing? My anger started to rise as I walked carefully and quietly towards the noise. It was coming from our bedroom.  She was cheating on me in our bed.  Our martial bed. I looked inside from the crack in the door.  

And I was stunned.  

She was in the middle of our bed, naked.  

Alone.  

Crying out as a flash of something pink moved between her legs.  

“Ohhhh.... Nicky...” 

She was fucking herself in our bed with a dildo. I had no fucking clue she had one. I watched as she spread her legs so it would hit her in the right spot. But that toy wasn’t me. I could tell she was frustrated that she wasn’t hitting the right spot and I smirked.  

But then she turned up the intensity and she moaned louder. “Fuck Nick, right there,” she cried. Her eyes were closed; she was dreaming of me.  

I watched in rapid fascination at the sight of my girl pleasuring herself. The toy glistened with her arousal. She pinched and pulled at her nipple, helping herself along.  My cock strained behind my zipper.  I undid it quietly and took myself out.  I began to give it long hard strokes from root to tip as I watched her begin to wither and twitch on our bed.  

Fuck, if I knew watching her would be this hot, I would have done it sooner.  She looked so beautiful. Her pink pussy was soaked and leaking to her thighs. I could see she was close to cumming. I quickened my pace so I could release at the same time as her. 

She sucked that toy back into her pussy and I knew, it was time.  Her body shook and she cried out my name as ropes of cum came on my hand. I leaned against the door frame, holding myself up from the force of my orgasm.  

She calmed down and took a minute.  She got up and went to our bathroom to clean up.  This would be my secret. Something to have when she was on business trips along with the pictures she had left me. I grabbed a shirt from my bag and cleaned my hands before walking into our bedroom.  

“Baby, you here?” 

“Bathroom.”  I walked over to see her in a silk robe.  

“Hi beautiful.”  

“Hi love.” She came over and hugged me.  Her skin was still warm from her orgasm. “I missed you.”  

“I missed you too.” I kissed her softly.  “I want a shower and you.  Care to join me?” 

Absolutely.  

YN POV 

As Nick went to the closet to drop his bag, you went to your phone and checked the message again.  

Curtis: Did he like your surprise? 

You smirked.  Getting that alert from Curtis that Nick was on his way home made it for a very hot homecoming.  Knowing he was watching you made you cum faster than you wanted but hey, the spoils of war.  

You: He loved it.  

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[ihearasound]

Just some thoughts on the purely technical side of Canto VI, no spoilers

Honestly this chapter was really fucking good in how it stepped up what they could do once more. I'm really impressed on so many levels. Every chapter they're pushing what they can do with animation and breaking down walls between its technical components. The amount of really fucking cool animation was WILD. Canto IV had some of it, Canto V had some really fucking cool animation, and this Canto had lots of really fucking cool animation. The way they're pushing to seamlessly blend the VN parts with the battle/animation parts is SO MUCH FUN to observe. It makes me SO excited to see what comes next. The last fight was especially impressive, just utterly stunning. But my favourite minor moment was the scene with that one sinner right before the rooftop. I yelled out in excitement because I did NOT fucking see that coming. I loved it on a technical standpoint, and I loved loved loved what it did for the sinner writing wise. I'm in love. I'm so in love with this game.

Artwork wise also HUGE improvement. Canto V had definite growing pains, but now they've finally found their stride. And it shows. Once again, I am heartbroken about Vellmori being forced out like that. I think the game lost a lot for it. With every artwork I thought, "this is really damn good. But how had Vellmori done this one?". I miss her art. Nothing can compare to it. The expressiveness, the life, the joy... her art is unmatched.

But I'm still happy to see what the current artist team could achieve. I think they did incredible work. This chapter was SO full of artworks, it honestly really surprised me. They did not spare any expense. Everything is so full of atmosphere, the colors are gorgeous and the sepia is so beautifully worked into every piece. The backgrounds? On another level. So far completely unmatched.

Last but not least. The fights were so much fucking fun. I loved the decision for the structure for this Canto. No dungeon meant that every fight could be fine-tuned with the utmost care. And it showed! Instead of a bunch of trash fights, they focused so hard on crafting some really demanding but fun fights. I had my trouble with a couple of them, and for 6-35 I genuinely struggled for over an hour as I tried to figure out what team would work. But once I got the right one I saw results quickly, and it was super satisfying. Every fight in this Canto was super satisfying. Though the sinking team was unmatched in this, I still had to think a lot about my team composition. Shoutout to Dieci Rodion who HEAVILY carried this chapter for me. Her beast-tanking + Pursuance healing was a life saver. She deserves a backrub for this one.

The combat in this chapter really made me realize.... Limbus Company is fun. It's really fucking fun to play. It's compratively easy to pick up, and mastering it may not be as easy, but getting to a satisfying point with your skills isn't hard either. And then the game starts challenging you. Working and reworking your priorities during a fight, seeing how much a sinner can take, when it's best to just go for the throat... I love it all. The game is really, really fun to play, and I really hope they continue with the Canto VI design philosophy.

Also, of course the music was really good. Every track was really atmospheric, many bone chilling and all of them let you immediately forget you're playing a game. Especially during 6-35 and 6-45 I stopped a lot to just listen to the music. It was hard concentrating because I was just taken by the music. Of course, shoutout to Mili, too. The moment I heard their song I fell in love again. As I do with all Mili tracks. But it's not just Milis music, it's the music at every corner. I think here too, the team once again evolved by leaps and bounds. Music up until now was INCREDIBLE, it always has been and always was. But this Canto is another awesome evolution of their craft.

It all accumulated to this really stunning and impressive finale in 6-48. I was just floored man. Everything came together so beautifully, every part and every piece created this stunning whole. Once the credits rolled, I was just paralyzed for a bit. Idk even now what to do. I still have to mull on this chapter a lot. Both story-wise and on a technical level. I'm very excited to see where the game goes from here and what it still has in store. Every Canto VI takes it further and further with so much seemingly ease. I want to see what comes next.

#jay plays limbus #i woke up an hour ago but i wanna lay down again and think about canto vi

[asmrtist-brainrot]

*runs in*

V AND CHEEKY IN THE SPIDERVERSE-

*swings out*

fffUCK - OKAY, HERE WE GO -

I JUST REDESIGNED MY SPIDERSONA SO I'M IN THE MOOD FOR SOME SPIDER CONTENT.

Alright, so, V and Cheeky are the spider in their respective universe.

I'll put this under the cut because there will be Across the Spiderverse spoilers.

~ Dari

VeeVee was actually, shocker, a villain! At the time, he was fighting the Spiderperson of his current universe and like "Superior Spider-Man" became the new one after he'd killed them.

Who was under the mask was actually Lady Blade, who was the spouse of his late mentor Dark... Yeah.... V was pretty horrified. Especially because she went out of her way to be kind to him and he couldn't even do her the service of letting her know that he did it.

So was a mixture of guilt and resolution to make up for his wrongs; V went underground - only to debut as "Latrodectus". He got Blade's blood and so was able to use some connections in the black market to become the new Spiderperson.

Past his spider abilities; he can create dark blasts of energy and imbue his webs with something nasty - either way, touching it can burn or kill depending on its potency. He can also see in complete darkness.

He's still quite brutal though, still wants to crush the corrupt government and labs - kills a lot of the villains that can't be persuaded to change or gets in his way.

We know the Spider-Society ain't too picky and he's skilled so... He's on call a lot for the heavy shit. He really likes pissing off Miguel.

... Has an affection for Hobie and Gwen too.

Cheeky, on the other hand, was kind of drawn into the fold of a terrible love triangle. Like, they were in love with their best friend - Peter Parker, who was in love with their other friend Gwen Stacy. When they became "Jumper", they found out that Gwen had actually had a thing for them. It was just a cycle....

But to quote Spider-Gwen; "In every universe Gwen Stacy falls for Spider-Man and in every universe, it doesn’t end well..."

Peter knew Gwen liked Jumper and in an attempt to try and be more like them, essentially went along with an experimental program to try and become stronger... And it worked.... But it made him much crueler than before - though it gave him the ability to change his voice and appearance...

He pretended to be Jumper and started besmirching their name by committing criminal acts dressed as them(including manslaughter). Of course, they had to stop this imposter.

Neither of them meant for Gwen to get caught up in this; collateral from a scuffle that became way too large. It was actually also where he'd managed to unmask them, only to be shocked to see his best friend instead... Peter and Cheeky could only watch on in horror as the two of them were not fast enough to stop a falling billboard...

After seeing the consequences of his actions and how they've hurt the people he loves, Peter stood down and gave himself up quietly - even confessing that he'd framed Jumper... Cheeky promises to visit him in prison (read: life sentence) when they can.

But since being recruited by Miguel... They haven't really felt as if there was a good time to do so.

They can't always look Spider-Gwen in the eye - it hurts their heart... But they always let her know she's supported and cared for.

There is also a parental affection for Hobie and Peni.

Their favorite is Pav though, shhhh, don't tell the others

Oh! And past the climbing on walls and shooting webs; they can manipulate light - turning it into concentrated heat or snuffing it entirely. Using it to stun opponents is fun too, they actually have night vision visors in their mask that double as strong sunglasses.

#dari blabs #response asks #villain series #scythe asks #villain / v #xdolls-crownx #cheeky #across the spiderverse 🌻 asmr edition #headcanons

[daebakinc]

Pretty Woman Pt. 4 (M)

Pretty Woman AU

Pairing: Kihyun x Reader

Word Count: 4.3 K

Synopsis: Rich business man, Kihyun Yoo finds himself lost driving in Los Angeles. Stopping for directions he meets you, a prostitute on Hollywood Boulevard. What starts as a one night stand soon becomes a weeklong proposition, as Kihyun needs arm candy for his visit in the city of angels.

Part 1   Part 2   Part 3

~ Admin V

             Stretching, you felt the other side of the bed. Kihyun hadn’t slept next to you again. You heard him walking into the room and popped open an eye.

             “Good morning, starshine.”

             Grumbling in response, you attempted to pull the blankets closer to your face.

             “Time to shop.” Kihyun pulled the blankets down until you looked up at him. His wallet in hand, he counted out bills to give you.”

             “Joy, more shopping.”

             He handed you a thick wad of cash. You were half concerned about how much he’d lose if he were ever mugged. “I’m surprised you didn’t get more yesterday.”

             “It wasn’t as fun as I thought it would be.” You pretended to count the money so you wouldn’t fall back asleep.

             “Why’s that?”

             Letting out a huff you looked into his eyes. “They were mean to me.”

             An amused smile crept on his face. “They were mean to you?”

             When you explained how the stores had treated you, his smile quickly faded and he looked angry. His anger lightened when telling him how the hotel manager helped you, but it was still there.

             “Let’s eat some breakfast, then I’ll go with you today.”

             A little stunned, you couldn’t help but stare at him for a long moment. “You’ll go shopping with me? Don’t you have to work?” You certainly couldn’t imagine any store denying him entry.

             “It’s my company. I’ll go in later.” He walked to the wardrobe and pulled out one of his button down shirts. After finding your black skirt, he instructed you to put them on together. He then found the heels you wore last night.

             Though your skirt was still scandalously short, it didn’t look so bad paired with his shirt. The heels also gave it a more sophisticated look versus your boots.

             Once dressed, Kihyun took your arm in his as you made your way downstairs for continental breakfast. In the lobby you saw Chankyun and gave him a small wave. Noticing, Kihyun looked in his direction then back to you.

             “This is the hotel manager who helped you?”

             “Yeah.”

             Asking you to wait there a moment, Kihyun left you to talk to the manager. You saw him handing what looked to be the same wad of cash he tried to give you earlier. Changkyun tried to politely refuse, but Kihyun insisted, and as you recalled from last night, Kihyun always got what he wanted. The two men smiled to each other, and Changkyun smiled to you. Back at your side, Kihyun escorted you to the lounge.

             Sitting across from you, Kihyun had a black coffee and toast. He was very invested in something on his phone. You on the other hand had a plate piled with foods from the buffet.

             A strange tingly feeling bubbled in your stomach as you looked at Kihyun. He just paid Changkyun for taking care of you and now he was going shopping with you to ensure you were given respect. He was protecting you, or at least being protective of you.

             When he hired you for the week, he told you that you were to be his beck-and-call girl. You didn’t think he’d care about how people treated you when you weren’t meant to be on his arm. It gave you a new respect for him.

             You felt yourself blush when realizing his actions made you like him, which made you look down and focus hard on your Denver omelet.

             “You okay?” Of course he’d look at you now of all times.

             Forcing a cough you answered, “Wasn’t expecting it to be spicy.”

             He nodded and went back to his phone. He didn’t rush you and didn’t even mind when you went back to the buffet for seconds. Last night took it out of you, and you knew shopping today would also take a ton of energy.

             Even with Kihyun next to you, you couldn’t shake the nervous energy as you were back on Rodeo Drive. “People are looking at me.”

             “No they’re not. They’re looking at me.”

“What if they’re not nice again?”

“Stores are never nice to people. They’re nice to credit cards.” He led you to a store you hadn’t noticed yesterday called Façade. A store clerk approached the two of you immediately and Kihyun requested the store manager.

             Your mouth dropped a little when an incredibly thick, muscular man walked out. Like Kihyun, he was well dressed in a suit and exceedingly good looking. To be honest, before Kihyun you’d never met anyone rich, and suspected they’d all look like Gates, Bezos, and Musk. But from all the men you’d met in the last two days, it was clear you’d have to change that outlook.

             The other man smiled to you and Kihyun. “I’m Wonho, store manager of Façade. How can I help you?”

             He took the man’s hand and shook it. “Kihyun Yoo.” Kihyun motioned to you. “Do you have anything in the store as beautiful as her?”

             Kihyun thought you were beautiful? That caused another blush.

             Wonho grinned wider. “Oh yes.” Then his smile fell. “Oh no. I mean, we have things in the store as beautiful as she’d like them to be.” The man quickly became flustered.

             Your mouth fell open again. Kihyun was some kind of wizard. This other man looked like he could snap Kihyun in half, yet he was the one flustered and stumbling right now. Maybe you could convince him to go back to those other stores yesterday and see him force them on their knees begging for forgiveness.

             “Mr. Wonho, we’re going to need a lot more people helping us, because we’re going to spend an obscene amount of money in here, and we like being sucked up to.”

             Wonho’s jaw twitched. Hell, you were taken aback, too. You could pay people to suck up to you? Kihyun was going to pay them to be nice?

             Wonho smiled and nodded in response. He took you both back further into the shop and offered a comfortable chair for you to sit in. Kihyun wanted to stand back with Wonho.

             The bigger man handed you a binder. “You can flip to any page you want.” He opened it to a page with some spring fashions. “Now, watch this.” He called three assistants and they all ran to you carrying the outfits on the page. There were blouses, pants, skirts, dresses, hats, shoes, and scarves. They held them up for you to look at, they held them against you to see how it looked. If you said you liked it, they set it aside on a rack, if not they took it away.

             They did this a few times and Kihyun looked highly entertained. He’d gotten a call, you assumed from his company, but even while on the phone, he smiled to you when he liked an outfit then frowned if he didn’t. When he got off the phone, he said something to Wonho, which made the bigger man grin widely. He motioned for you to come to him.

             You excused yourself from the assistants and walked to him.

             He was stuffing the phone in his pocket. “I have to go.”

             That made you feel anxious again. What if the store turned on you once he left?

             Seeing your expression, Kihyun used a finger to lift your chin so you’d look at him. “You’ll be fine. They won’t be mean.” He opened his wallet and handed you a black credit card. “This shouldn’t give you any problems, but if it does, have them call the hotel.”

             Giving a small nod to show you could do this, Kihyun grabbed your chin again. “They won’t be mean.” The power in his gaze made your knees go a bit weak. He backed away and looked at Wonho. “She has my credit card.”

             “And we’ll help her use it, sir.”

             After Kihyun was out the door, Wonho smiled warmly at you and directed your attention to the rack of clothes you’d picked out. “Would you like to try them on?”

             You nodded shyly. Wonho motioned for the assistants to help you in the dressing room. It was hard to recognize yourself in each outfit. Even when you weren’t prowling the street corner, your usual look was jeans and a t-shirt. With these outfits you felt expensive, almost like royalty. When you’d chosen which ones were keepers and which ones could go back, they put you back in the chair and brought you a brand-new binder to look through.

             While the assistants were finding the new batch of outfits, your eyes drifted to a wall of ties. A black tie with ribbons of blue caught your eye. “Wonho, can I see that?”

             He quickly motioned for another assistant to grab it for him. They brought it to you so you could look at it better. The ribbons of blue were almost cyan, which really popped against the black. They looked like waves and at the bottom formed what looked like a shark. Kihyun would love this tie. In a way, he was like a shark.

             “I want to get this. I want to buy it for Kihyun.”

             “Yes, ma’am.” Wonho added it to your growing pile of “yes” attire.

             When you started to feel exhausted from trying on clothes, Wonho offered to get lunch. His assistants also took you to the lingerie area of the store. This made you feel excited both because you could pick out something to wow Kihyun with as well as get things that would be useful when you were back to your normal life of turning tricks. You might even be able to up your price dressed in some of the items.

             Having looked through all the binders and around the store, you finished shopping. It took Wonho and his assistants almost ten minutes to ring everything up and bag it all. You were now worried about how you’d carry it all back to the Baverse.

             Catching your expression, Wonho cleared his throat. “We could have it all sent to your hotel, ma’am.”

             “Really?”

             His grin got bigger. “Of course.”

             Looking down at your clothes, you looked back to him. “Could I wear one of the outfits out?”

             “Certainly, was there any you had in mind?”

             You just wanted to be fully out of the streetwalker apparel. Wasn’t there a particular outfit that caught your eye?

             Realizing your distress, Wonho cleared his throat again. “Might I make a suggestion?”

             Thankful, you nodded.

             The large man pulled out a tight purple dress. It went below the knee, but you remember when you had it on, it fit snuggly. He also took out a matching cardigan. “The dress is one of my favorites in the store. I was so pleased when you chose it. The jacket makes it business, but without, it’s Michelle Obama.”

             Smiling and thanking him, you went back to the dressing room. When you came out you felt powerful, like you were Michelle Obama.

             One of the assistants opened a bag for you to put your old clothes in. Another handed you a purse that matched the dress. You’d left your bag at the hotel, and the only thing you had to carry was Kihyun’s credit card, however, it did somehow complete the look.

             After assuring you that everything would make it to the hotel safely, Wonho and the assistants thanked you, and you them. There was still some daylight, and you knew Kihyun would be at his company longer. Part of you wanted to walk back to the stores that refused you, to show them how very much they fucked up when rejecting you. Instead you found yourself going back into the store Minhyuk worked at.

             You found him dressing a mannequin. He looked up when he heard the tapping of your heels.

             “Queen!” he beamed at you. “Look at you, very boss bitch!”

             Giggling, he took your hand to spin you around and check you out.

             “Better luck shopping today then?”

             “Yeah, my uh, ‘uncle’ is very persuasive.”

             He chuckled to that. “I see. Well, you look amazing. I’m sure you’re also quite persuasive.”

             Giving a shy smile you thanked him.

             “Are you just here to say ‘hi’ or were you planning on doing more shopping?”

             Actually, you hadn’t really planned on coming in. Your feet just brought you here. Then the tie you got for Kihyun came to mind. “Do you remember that bright blue dress I tried on yesterday? It was kind of sheer?”

             “The chiffon, floor length, yes!”

             “Could I see it again?”

             “Most definitely!” He offered his arm to escort you back upstairs. Finding it right away, he handed it to you and pushed you in the dressing room. When you came out, he already had shoes and accessories picked out for it. He also got to work on styling your hair in a different way.

            The dress had thin straps. The front of the bodice looked like the fabric was zigzagging outward. The rest of the dress flowed out and felt light.

             You weren’t sure if you’d actually get to wear the dress, but you liked the idea of having something to match Kihyun.

             “Another handful of cash today?”

             “Nope, I have his credit card today!” You handed him the black card.

             Minhyuk read the name on the card and his mouth fell open. “Kihyun Yoo is the ‘uncle’?”

             Nodding slowly, you weren’t sure if his response was good or bad.

             “Boss bitch, indeed.”

             That made you laugh, and he laughed with you. He rang you up and accepted a hug. Before you left he handed you a card with his number written on it in case you ever needed a friend for a coffee date.

             If you weren’t going back to Hollywood Boulevard at the end of the week, you thought you and Minhyuk could be great friends.

             Back at the Baverse, heads turned upon your arrival. It was hard getting used to being the center of attention when you were not aiming to get clients.

             Changkyun saw you and walked to your side, smiling. “A large delivery of clothing arrived for you. I took the liberty of putting it in your room.”

             “Thank you, Changkyun.”

             “Also, I wanted to thank you for whatever you said to Mr. Yoo, though you didn’t need to.”

             “I only told him the truth.”

             “I take it dinner went well then?”

             Your cheeks felt warm again. “There was a small incident involving the chopsticks and an octopus leg, but otherwise yes.”

             Smiling more, he tried to politely hide his laugh as Jooheon and Hyunwoo did the night before. He wished you a good day and you headed back up to the penthouse.

            Getting back into the room, you looked over all the clothing bags and boxes. Perhaps you went overboard. There were only 4 more days to your arrangement. You couldn’t possibly wear all of these things. However, in the initial proposal, Kihyun had said you’d be going to parties, dinners, and other events. Not being of this world, you didn’t know what kinds of outfits were needed for each. So if anything, you were well prepared for everything.

            You’d managed to fit everything in the closet. All that remained was the box with the tie you’d gotten for Kihyun. A smile crept over your face as an idea occurred to you.

            Calling down to room service, you asked if they could come set your dining room table for a romantic dinner for two.

            In a matter of minutes, someone came up to set the table. The table was covered with a table cloth, candles, and dishware. There was a multitude of silverware at each setting, which you weren’t sure what to make of, but assumed Kihyun wouldn’t mind. Shortly after that, the food you requested arrived. You left the metal lids over each plate, no entirely sure of Kihyun’s exact arrival.

             To finish your plan, you stripped down to nothing and put on Kihyun’s tie. The makeup Minhyuk helped you with still looked good, and you tied your hair up so nothing would distract from the tie. The look was completed with a pair of heels.

             Waiting for Kihyun, you sat on a chair with the tie thrown over your shoulder. Romantic instrumental music played as you waited. When you heard him at the door, you lifted your legs, crossed, on the corner of the table. He walked in with a briefcase in hand.

             “How was your day, dear?” You seductively pulled the tie down in front of your chest.

             Kihyun’s eyes were wide with shock and his mouth fell slack. He stared at you for a long minute. “Nice tie.”

             “I got it for you.”

             Still staring, it took him a moment to collect himself. He dropped the briefcase and walked over to you. He lifted the tie and looked it over carefully, though it didn’t escape your attention that he also looked at your naked body. “A shark.”

             “Like you,” you beamed.

             His face fell to that.

             You didn’t mean to upset him. “Are you okay?”

             “It was a difficult day at work.”

             Hyunwoo and Jooheon weren’t going down without a fight, you assumed. “I can help you relax.”

             His thumb brushed across your bottom lip. “I’ve no doubt you can.”

             That made you shiver. Not kissing on the mouth kept the emotions out of turning tricks, kept you in control. No one ever bothered to touch your lips once the rule was stated. Kihyun never played the typical Trick games however. Shaking your head to focus on the moment, you stood up, leaving very little space between the two of you.

             “What if we take a bath? The hot water can help you unwind. I can give you a neck and shoulder massage.”

             Tie still in hand, he looked down at it, unable to meet your eye. “Sure. We can eat while the tub fills.”

             You prepared the tub while Kihyun took off a few layers of his suit. He helped you into the robe so you could eat comfortably.

             The meal was a quiet event and when it was finished, the tub was ready. Both fully undressed, Kihyun helped you into the tube first.

             Standing in the water, you held his hand as he stepped in. He helped you lower to sit, then sat in front of you. You leaned against the tub as he leaned against you.

             The plan was to give him a shoulder massage, but as he leaned against you, his body moved until it was if he was laying and his head rested on your chest. Changing the plan, you lifted a soft sponge from the toiletry basket and dipped it in the water. You then began soaking his skin with it, rubbing his arms, neck, and chest.

             He visibly relaxed, his eyes closing as the warmth from the water and your ministrations took over.

             Knowing he wouldn’t be fully relaxed if his mind was full, you decided to speak up. “Do you want to talk about work?”

             “No.” It was frustrating that he was grumpy. Maybe if you tried a different tactic.

             “What did you do before you started Starship Enterprises?”

             He was caught off guard by the question. His eyes opened and his hands wandered to your legs on either side of him.

             “I used to be an idol.”

             “An idol? Like a god?”

             He chuckled to that. “Don’t Americans have that show with Simon Cowell? American Idol?”

             “Oh. So you were a singer.”

             “And a performer.”

             “What was that like?”

             He sighed and traced designs along your knee. “Training to be an idol took years. Musicians in Korea do much more than the ones here. We can’t just sing, but we need to dance while singing, which requires breathing techniques. There’s skill in singing, as well as dancing, but we have to master doing both together.”

             “Wow,” you brought the sponge to his chest.

             He sighed. “I used to love singing. I sang all the time. I sang at my mom’s church. Even before I began training as an idol, I would perform outside. We call it busking.”

             You continued scrubbing him with the sponge as you listened.

             “I actually used to perform a few English songs before I signed with a company.”

             “Oo, anything I would know?”

             He started singing a Jason Mraz song which you recognized. His voice was so clear. It was beautiful.

             Even sitting is steaming hot water, goosebumps trickled up your arms.

             Kihyun noticed you’d stopped moving as you listened. He reached for your hands to move the sponge along his body again.

             “You’re so good. Why aren’t you still doing this now?”

             Another sigh escaped him as you added soap to the sponge to wash him. “I was in a group, and we debuted, but the company was small and we weren’t picking up enough fans. So, when rumors of our members arose, it created scandals and we couldn’t recover.”

             “But if they were just rumors, why would that matter? We have celebrities who are actually assholes, and they still make music and movies.”

             His hands went back to your legs as you took care of him. “I love my country, but she is very unforgiving. Even if a rumor is proven as false, the damage has already been done to your reputation, and people will deem you as trash.”

             “That’s harsh.”

             “Way of the industry.”

             “Is that when you started your current company?”

             “I tried to make it as a solo artist, but I wasn’t very established, and a lot of Korean solo acts are rappers or take their shirts off a lot.”

             That made you chuckle as you began rinsing the soap off Kihyun.

             “Another solo artist who was in the same company as me also got caught in a scandal, and to save face the company dropped him. Both of us held a lot of anger and resentment and came up with Starship Enterprises. We bought out our former company and took it down, selling off the remaining artists.”

             “So, you got even. That must have made you happy.”

             He didn’t answer you, but instead lifted your hands and began playing with them.

             Still feeling the tension, you knew what would finally get him to relax. Leaning forward you whispered in his ear. “Sit up.”

             Letting go of your hands, he pushed himself up straighter so his back pressed against your chest.

             In the new position you were able to reach his groin. Your hand slipped down between his legs until you cupped his balls. Your fingertips pressed against the sensitive skin under his prostate.

             Kihyun gasped when you added pressure and started circling the area.

             “It’s okay,” you whispered again. “Relax into it.” With your free hand you grabbed at his pec, using your nails to dig into his skin lightly.

             He shuddered under your touch. When he got hard, you gave his balls a light squeeze then moved your hand to his shaft. Your grip was firm as you slowly stroked upward. Stopping before touching the head, you moved your hand back down the shaft. Again, you took your time to caress upward and avoid the head, but whenyou stroked down, you moved your hand in a twisting motion.

             Kihyun whined, which made you smile. You gave his pec a squeeze and twisted your hand around his girth upward. “Please,” he breathed.

             “Mmm?” You nibbled on his ear.

             “Touch me more,” he whimpered, shaking as your stroked him downward.

             Liking having control and teasing him, you released his shaft and cupped his balls again, giving them a solid press.

             His moan was loud. One of his hands lifted and rested on yours against his chest. The other wildly reached against the tub until he hit a button, making the water drain. He then used that hand to grab your wrist as you again pressed your fingertips in circles on his perineum. Lifting your hand from the area, he moved it so your palm was over the head of his penis. “Please,” he begged again. His hand then gripped your thigh.

             Smiling, you nipped at his shoulder, but used your palm to make circular motions against him.

             He groaned louder, his head falling back on your shoulder.

             Kissing his shoulder, you moved your hand to grip him again and move once again down his shaft, only this time as your moved back up, you included stroking his head and lingered your touch on his sensitive skin.

             As you worked faster with your ministrations his legs began shaking, his moans becoming more frequent and higher in volume.

             “I’m close,” he cried out. He squeezed his hands around your hand at his chest and your thigh.

             You moved your grasp to the top of his penis with your thumb stroking the head in circles.

             Kihyun let out a breathy cry as he finally came, ejaculating on his stomach as he leaned back against you. “Fuck,” he sighed. He relaxed against you, panting.

             You moved your hands so both were pushing against his chest, almost hugging him into you. “Good, no?”

             His eyes were closed as his head rested on your shoulder, but he nodded.

             Your chin rested on his shoulder as you looked at his cum glistening on his stomach. “Smart move draining the tub.

             Smiling, he kept his eyes closed while continuing to take deep breathes. “Since there’s no condom, I didn’t want to get any on you.”

             Eyeing the showerhead at the foot of the tub, you suggested rinsing him off. He agreed but needed another minute to catch his breath.

             Turning his head to face you, he looked vulnerable. It tugged at your heart, since you’d only seen cockiness and power from his gaze.

             “I forgot to tell you. We’re going to a yacht party tonight.”

#kihyun #yoo kihyun #monsta x #kihyun fics #kihyun scenarios #monsta x fics #monsta x scenarios #kpop fics #kpop scenarios #kpop smut #smut

[milflewis]

Can u give me a spoiler free review of the hg movie?

oh for sure! ok so everyone was v hot and gay and batshit crazy it was wonderful. the capitol was brilliantly romanesque as per usual and it was v v interesting to see it before we came to know it in katniss' time! there was a lot of scaffolding and building going on in the bg and it wasn't as glitzy and glamorous as we would be used to! it was a lot more raw and threadbare and less jazz hands. (how lucky flickerman was portrayed really showed this i think) i had already expected this from the games pov bc its only the 10th one but hadn't considered how the capitol itself would look like in this same light!! idk i just thought it was neat i'm a bit of a slut for when the setting is its own character in itself. the acting was superb and ur one who plays lucy gray has a stunning voice omg. once again v obsessed and fascinated by the costume choices that the hg movies go with. it was lacking a little smth smth i won't lie but i'm not completely sure what it is or mb just there were parts that were more heavy handed than i would've liked (apart from the pieces that to me i do think didn't play as strongly as they could've but those are spoilery!) i do think care and time and thought and fun went into the making of it which tbh is all i ask for. i also really liked (in both the movie and the book) how intentional so many threads and pieces there were which imo is one of susanne collins' strengths. snow's arc and storyline is one of my favorite villian narratives i've heard in a long time

#it also Felt v hunger games yk? which was nice #anon tag #tbosas #film tag #niamh.asks

[rfaromance]

Could you write rfa with an mc who has a lazy eye and is really insecure about it and almost always refuses to take their glasses off because people used to gawk at them and tease them as a child?

Zen knows what it's like to draw special attention from having a unique appearance. While he often likes to flatter himself and play up the role of a narcissist, he's insecure about his features. He grew up in a household that ridiculed him and shamed him for the red eyes and white hair that caught the attention of many, treating him like a monster and putting him down. So he will never pressure MC to take their glasses off, if that makes them comfortable. However, he will also smother MC in praises, like he does to himself. "You're so stunning," he'll whisper when they're alone, gently pulling the glasses down to give them a kiss on the forehead. "You and I are proof that God makes mistakes. He had to make us different because otherwise, our beauty would be too powerful for the world to handle."

Yoosung can't imagine why MC feels insecure. He doesn't really pay attention to those details. First and foremost, MC is someone he cares about, someone he enjoys being with and spending time with. While he's dense, he's no dummy. If he sees MC getting shy or anxious in public, he will hold their hand and encourage them to lean against me. "You can just look at me," he'd murmur. "Besides... I like it when you focus on me, anyway."

Jaehee isn't the type to get caught up in appearances. She had to cut her hair and adorn unnecessary glasses for her job at C&R, after all, and while she may miss her long locks, she knows they aren't the most important thing in life. Connection, fulfillment, and happiness are. MC gives her a reason to wake up in the morning and power through her day. But she is sensitive to the needs of others and can pick up on subtle changes. (You'd have to be perceptive to be able to work as Jumin Han's chief assistant.) So if she's in public with MC, she will always check up on them if they seem to get tense or shrink away from people. "We can go somewhere more secluded, if you want," she'll insist. "Although... If I were as wonderful as you, I would hold my chin up high."

Jumin genuinely does not care about such details. He'd take a mental note, if only as an identifying trait, and that would be the end of the story. He's not accustomed to being around uncertain people; growing up with his father, his father's many love interests, and teenage V, he's been surrounded by cocky, arrogant people who think they are almighty. He almost doesn't know how to handle it, but that works in MC's favor because it means Jumin is constantly checking in on them. "Are you alright? Is this too much? How can I assist?" He also has MC help in organizing their plans, wanting to maximize comfort and efficiency for both of them. "I apologize if this seems excessive, but my priority is your well-being."

707 is the type of person who dismisses all his insecurities and fears with humor. He wears the mask of a jokester so that nobody knows how much pain he holds inside. Therefore, his gut reaction is to lighten the mood. "Wait, we should switch glasses! Or get matching ones!" He wants to find ways to make MC have fun, to laugh so hard that they can forget their worries. But that doesn't mean he isn't sincere. At his core, Saeyoung Choi is a sentimental person, who loves so deeply he would sacrifice anything and everything to ensure his loved ones' happiness. "When you and I are together, nobody will look at us in disdain," he assures MC. "They will look at us in envy, focusing only on our smiles and wishing they could ever find the joy that we find in each other."

#mystic messenger #Mysme #Mysmes #MM #rfa #RFA x MC #headcanon #Anon #Thanks for the ask!

[leviiackrman]

what are some good animes for beginners if you don't mind me asking? i've never seen any (unless you count atla/lok...which i don't) but i'm sorta interested

Hi anon!

There’s a lot of different genre animes out there like there is general movies etc so finding the kinda ones you enjoy is the main thing!

I’m a big fan on Seinen animes (so more adult/horror based etc) but there’s Shonen (which is similar but more teamwork/adventure based) and Shojo (which is the more romantic/tame stuff from what I’ve experienced) so my recs will be more within the Shonen/Seinen brackets!

Spy x Family - only 1 season (currently) and is wholesome good fun! Got a little bit of everything, but mostly humour. About a spy that needs to adopt a child and find a fake wife for one of his missions but he gets more attached than anticipated!

Haikyuu!! - has 4 season so a bit more of a commitment, but again is good wholesome content about a high school volleyball team trying to make a name for itself again! Also v funny, also real cute

Sk8 the Infinity - only 1 season again, but has a really chill storyline essentially and cute characters!! Lots of fun and really pretty animation about 2 guys that become besties over skateboarding and taking part in a tournament!

How to Keep a Mummy - PURE SOFTNESS like pure adorable, only 1 season, about a boy who is sent a mini mummy to take care of by his explorer dad and it’s PURE!!

Komi Can’t Communicate - 1 season, really enjoyable for those with social anxiety as I found it v relatable, has some really cute stuff and a generally lovely story! About a gal who doesn’t talk because of her anxiety trying to make friends at school!

Link Click - 1 season, this is a Chinese anime and is a bit more garish, has more action kinda thing but is about 2 guys that run a photo shop but secretly they’re able to go back in time by jumping into the pictures!! Really cool and has a good story

Demon Slayer - 2 seasons (movie was turned into first half of season 2) a much more known anime, but has STUNNING animation and a wonderful story, a fair bit sad and gory at times but is one of my faves and just lots of fun!!

Take a look at some of those to see if you enjoy them! There’s a lot more I can recommend that are more adult if you like that kinda thing!

#misc: asks #misc: anonymous #hope that helps nonny!

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IMagine 31.2.2022 aka what will happen

you know what? I am so sick of being fat! I am so sick of liking my face but hating everything else. Like I could be STUNNING FUKCING STUNNING but instead I gained weight ever since 2019! Why? Why am I like this?

But you know what? I will loose evreything know. By the ende of this year I will have lost 30 kg! I can imagine it perfectly:

Its the 31st of December. I spent my Birthday skinny! I wore a black skinny jeans with a V-line necked Top that is figure hugging. You can see my small waist and my broad hips ina perfect curve. My collarbones are shing throgh the top and the necklace my grandma gave me is glistining. My hair is long, shiny and a beautiful brown color. My lashes ar elong and my lips are pinkish. I just celebrated my birthday with my family at home. Everyone called me and wished me a happy birthday. And now I am going out to eat with myfriends to this one restaurant I really like. Arriving at the restaurant by car since I also learned how to drive we walk in. All the bartenders stare at me espacially the younger ones. They instantly smile and et us sit at this really beautiful table. We sit down and this really cutewaiter comes and asks what we want. We say what we want tod rink and my friend tells him that it is my brithday. He gratulaes me smiling flirty and then goes to get our drinks. Wel lagh and talk with my friends until three guys come in. There are from our old chool. They instanlty notice us. They start starring because they cant believe how incredibly beautiful I look. I am not the cut but fat person anymore. Instead I look like a classy Godess. They come to our table and say hello an dgreet me with shock in their eyes. I smile coldy but confidently and look at them with distance. ONe if them cant take his eyes of me cause he ist to stunned t speak. They ask aus what we are doing and my friend says tha is my brithday. They wish me well and ask if they can sit with us. I look them up and down and shrug. They decide to sit next to us at the table. And that one guy just cant keep his eyes of me. I roll my eyes because in the past when I was fat he dindt not look like this and I am way better than him. I deserve more than someone who only notices me fpr my looks! I continue having fun and later the waiter comes witha large Cake and we celebrate. He asks me for my number and give it to him noticing how Th eone guy is looking very jealous! He come up to me and tries to talk to and asks fr my number. I look at him and tell him he can fuck off since it is only now that he cares. He explains this and that but I tel him clearly that I deserve way better than him.

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That wille be me: 31.12.2022: 55kg, 170cm tall and fucking happy!

[kirby-the-gorb]

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