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chrollohearttags · 4 months

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window shopping • connie springer + ryomen sukuna x black fem reader

your two favorite fellow mall employees have a bit of a competition to see who can bag you first. Little did they know, you don’t want to choose.

word count: 3.7K

content + themes: crossover au, jeweler connie, foot locker manager sukuna (they’re both afro-latino coded in this idc), threesome tings (too many smutty things to list) car sex, heavy squirting, oral to name a few (.2 seconds of rimming), lots of humor, weed mentions, they call reader mami, miss and baby, she calls them both papi, crack ass post if I’ve ever written one.

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interesting. The one word you’d use to describe your work days at Center Pointe Mall. Although a gross understatement, it was still interesting..mainly due in part to what and who, rather..you encountered on a daily basis. Sure, the influx of customers and unfamiliar faces you saw during your employment at Sephora were most certainly wild cards. From the college girls who always mismatched their foundation to the business woman who needed that perfect skin care package to get rid of her crow’s feet..neither of them held a candle to those two..

“Good morning, miss. You look good today..like that hair on you.”

“Aye, good morning, ma. What’s that perfume you got on..’smell real good.”

it was like clockwork. Every day, as you entered for your shift, there they were. Stationed in front of their respective stores, ready to greet you. Flashing those beaming smiles, oftentimes with gold slugs in their mouth and with the same, sweet charm lacing their words. Ryomen Sukuna, who headed up the Foot Locker and Connie Springer, managing the jewelry shop which both just so happened to be conveniently placed on either side of your store. It made for fun times, for sure! When you’d have a slow day and you’d stand outside the doorway, vibing to the music they’d play because the top forty’s pop crap they recycled on repeat was driving you insane. Connie would talk to you from across the way as he waited for potential customers. Ryo, who was the manager, had other employees manning the store. He would come and interrupt the party none other than for the reason of chatting you up and getting on Connie’s nerves. Which made for quite the entertainment.

“Aw, hell. Here he go..Ryo, ain’t nobody talking to you, bruh. Gon’ somewhere.”

“Stay out of grown folks' business, Mr. Clean. I came to see my girl. What’s up with you, miss?”

which was so much more hilarious, considering the fact that the two of them? They were literally best friends! Dating back as far as middle school. Ryo was a couple years older but they were from the same neighborhood and were attached at the hip. Both exceptional basketball players and gifted artists. Drawing amazing artwork and a number of the tattoos they had on their bodies. Brilliant young men with wonderful personalities..how could you not adore them?! Regardless, all three of you would congregate outside of those doors and talk until customers came in and would even take your lunch breaks together. It was never a dull moment with those two, that’s for sure. Especially when it comes to vying for your attention. Buying your food, pulling your chair out and everything. They were perfect gentlemen despite their constant flirtation. Connie would use humor as a means to try and win your heart. Always spewing out corny jokes and making you laugh. Ryo was definitely the charmer of the pair..attempting to sweet talk you at every turn. One day, you were sitting next to Ryo in the food court with Connie in front of you as you grabbed the pink haired gentleman’s chin.

“You got such a pretty smile, Ryo.” And Connie was not having it. Immediately snorting as he sipped his drink, the chaos would ensue. “Yeah, cause he went and got them big ass veneers. Them extra large teef’…” prompting you to nearly spit out your drink and forcing your head down. You couldn’t take them anywhere! “..bet you eat corn on the cob whole. Chewing them muhfuckas like candy.” Knowing he was opening up a can of worms he wasn’t ready for.

“Worry ‘bout pedaling them fake ass chains, ConMan. Bubblegum machine ass necklace. Look at the diamonds, shit’s standing still..” And they’d go on forever, taking shots and licks at each other all day, putting you in the middle of it. “(Y/N), miss. Tell this baldheaded ass lil’ boy to leave you alone. We can go get a tester and put his ass outta business right now .” “Tell jumbo teeth to mind his business. Tight ass shirt on..bout to rip.” And you’d have to feign off their nonsense with laughter. “Y’all too much. I gotta go. I’ll see you boys later.” And both of them would instantly fluster at the sight of you waving goodbye. It was all but impossible when they’d watch those thirty inches of jet black hair and ass swaying simultaneously. Those plump, gloss covered lips; wearing your signature brown liner and beautiful features. A single nose piercing on the side of your left nostril..you were gorgeous. They couldn’t help but to admire. But soon, that innocuous affection turned to actual lust. Lust that was shared on all sides and unbeknownst to your bumbling boys..you wanted a piece of them both. They’d continue flirting, pining for your affection and even making a little wager without your knowledge to see who could bag you first..

but it was one night after work, when you were all seated in Ryo’s car. You in the passenger’s seat of his spacious, blacked out Trackhawk. He is in the driver’s seat and Connie was right behind you. Stationed in an empty lot not too far from the mall itself, the three of you would do as you had done several times:

“Here, your turn, (y/n).”

passing around a blunt and blowing smoke as you hotboxed..leaving a large cloud to fog up the already tinted windows. After four puffs, you were already beginning to feel the effects. Your eyes narrowed and began to glow red from the euphoria. But alas, your high was only about to increase tenfold when you’d drop quite a bombshell on them. They’d continue with their usual antics and alas, the question would arise again: who do you like more? And from there, they’d just go on and on, swearing that one or the other was the ideal choice. Ryo, with his deep raspy tone, would incite the behavior with the glide of a finger underneath your chin and that smooth talking. If it truly was a competition, you wouldn’t know how to pick. Granted, they were both so silly but there was a quality about each of them that you couldn’t resist. Ryo, with his overall sex appeal..this man was so charming and knew exactly what to say to get EXACTLY what he wanted.

“C’mon now, lil’ bro. I mean, I’d hate to hurt your feelings but don’t make the lady choose. It’s not even a question. Ain’t that right, miss?” Flashing you a wink in return.

but there was also Connie, who was a literal sweetheart. He had a more tactful approach to doing things. Despite all of the tattoos, chains and golds in his mouth, he had sort of this shyness about him. But in the same turn, you knew deep down, if given the chance, he’d show you that he wasn’t for play. “Don’t even play yourself like that, bruh. You know she would pick me everytime. Tell ‘em, mami. You just don’t wanna be rude..” Again though, you had no interest in making only one selection and rather..

“…who said I wanted to pick at all?”

leaving them both stunned and stopped dead in their tracks. At first, they were both a little taken aback. Completely misunderstanding what it was that you were saying. They figured that you meant that neither of them were on your radar and that you had no interest in being anything besides their friend. But once again, they were both wrong! With the look of shock still fresh on their faces, you’d waste no time in elaborating..starting with a kiss along Ryo’s jawline and whispering in his ear. . “I mean…why would I when you could both have me?” And it was then that their faces began to turn beet red! Illuminated with complete bashfulness. They knew that they had been pining after you something serious. Even making a few sexual innuendos here and there but never would they have guessed that you’d been down for something of this caliber.. “..you telling me y’all never thought about it? Because I have..all the time.” Uttering the confession with your tongue scaling the sides of his neck; flicking it over his tattoo. Meanwhile, your hand would snake to the backseat to massage Connie’s crotch. This silly little game was a moot point. What was the point of competition when they could simply work together to give you what you wanted?! Taking heed to your advances and obvious demand, they wasted no time in shifting gears.

“Well damn..if that’s the type shit you was on, all you had to do was let us know.”

Ryo, who was already groping your big, round tits, shoved his tongue between your lips and began to engage in a full blown make out session. Exchanging sloppy wet kisses, as you had been downing water in between your passes. Meanwhile, Connie would watch from the backseat, sort of aroused by the idea of spectating. He’d listen to your soft whimpers, the dirty words uttered into your ear and even how Ryo clasped your throat in his ink laden hands and immediately began to feel a pulse through the confines of his boxers. He’d discreetly cup the bulge and just slowly rub it as your ass jiggled from being folded over the console. Faint traces of saliva seeped from your mouths each time you both pulled away; only to find yourselves with one less article of clothing. Your hand had slipped into his black joggers and began tousling that growing erect around. You knew it was big by the visible print alone and could only imagine what it looked like. But before you could unveil the mystery and have too much fun, he’d stop and usher you to the backseat so you could both join Connie. “Climb back there..”

and they didn’t have to tell you what to do because the second you sat down in the middle, Connie would tap in. Bringing your face towards him and kissing you with such passion. Immediately wrapping his fingers around your neck and twirling his tongue around between your jaws. His hands worked to unclasp your jeans and once he did, that left hand would find its way into the seat of your panties..rubbing that clit whilst you stroked that cock in your hand. Running those fingers up and down that shaft; letting those duckbill shaped nails graze his tip. He was such an attentive and great kisser, you felt yourself growing wetter by the moment. Heating up on his very fingers..meanwhile, Ryo had joined the fray as well. Readjusting himself only for a split second to step out of the drivers into the seat behind him. Once he was with you both, it was up from there.

“Can’t let him have all the fun..c’mere, baby.” It was then that he’d shuffle his pants back down to his waist and allow you to stroke him as well. They had full fledged confidence that you knew what to do..going back and forth, exchanging kisses and gentle strokes..pumping each of them in your enclosed fists. Meanwhile, they’d take great joy in fondling your body. Ryo’s wide grasp encompassed both of your tits as he peeled your shirt away. Connie’s fingers were still tending to your sensitive cunt. Slick surrounding his digits as he worked them in and out..even massaging that thumb pad over your clit. In a matter of moments, they’d have you squirming in the seat and begging for more. Soon, Ryo’s lips latched on to your neck, suckling on the nape of it with a wild eyed expression. His raspy laugh ringing in your ear as he reached for your throat. Meanwhile, your palms were still clasped around their cocks, pumping the shafts with delicate strokes..without breaking stride, they’d use their free hands to rid you of those bottoms; shoving them down to your ankles where you’d kick them off. The same followed for your shirt, which Ryo tore open with minimal effort. Having long since discarded your bra, you were left with nothing more than a paper thin thong that was tugged to the side, along with your shoes that soon followed the rest. With you rendered completely nude, there wasn’t a thing holding them back..during the entire ordeal, they’d alternate between the different parts of your body; having their fill and taking their pick of what they wanted to indulge in next. As well as piling your head with compliments and salacious comments about what they wanted to do with you. Ryo not holding back a single detail of how many times he wanted you to come for him, even at the expense of his interior. Carefully examining that tight cunt spasming on his best friend’s digits. He had the utmost confidence that you could take the dick, regardless of their sizes. Luckily, the second and third row seating were laid back so you’d have ample room. Connie on the other hand, who had been honing in on getting you prepped..aware of how tight you were..couldn’t stop telling you how badly he wanted to use your throat. He’d often dreamt of seeing those pretty lips stretched around his cock..watching you gag, slurp and spit on it as it so carefully glided in and out of your mouth. And all you could do was whimper, thrashing yourself around on those knuckles to reach an inevitable orgasm and you were so damn close.

“Aye, Ryo. You think she’s ready, bruh? Feels like she is…what do you think?”

“I think so too, lil’ bro..say, love..you think you can handle both of us? We don’t wanna hurt you now..”

but they were both in for quite the surprise. You were far from the bashful type and you were about to give them something they’d never forget. Chuckling with your head suspended back, you’d chew lightly at your bottom lip before answering either of them.

“Handle it? Y’all better the fuck the shit out of me. I don’t like all that talking without action.” And with that, both Ryo and Connie were full and well aware of what they had to do if they wanted to keep you around! Ushering you onto all fours first, everybody got into position. You with your ass up in the air and back arched as Ryo saddles behind you. Connie sprawled out on the back passenger door as your head lowered into his lap. All you wanted was for them to use your body as they saw fit..fuck you until your legs gave out and a mess covered this backseat. “C’mere, mama. Lemme have that pussy..” with tattooed hands and fingernails digging into your hair, Ryo pushed you face down as he aligned that swollen cock head with your very sensitive slit. He couldn’t help but to be enamored with the plumpness of that pretty ass. That cute little asshole was already fluttering and that cunt dripping for him, preparing to stretch you open. Meanwhile, Connie was brushing that beautiful hair to the side so that he could line up with your mouth.

“Yeaah, there we go, mami. Eat this dick up..know you been waiting to..” and he was correct. Hence why it wasn’t a full five minutes before you’d find yourself stuffed full at each end. Deep groans released from each males’ mouths when the initial sensation of your holes hit. They couldn’t believe how silky and warm both of them felt. Letting out a simultaneous ‘fuck’, along with a laugh..they’d make haste in moving. You were more than well lubricated so they slipped in and out with ease. You’d bob your head slowly, up and down on Connie’s shaft whilst Ryo’s hands rested at the small of your back, slowly pressing those thumbs into those adorable dimples..sounds of clapping flesh and slurping began to emit throughout the vehicle and before long, all three of you were letting loose.

“Shit! Pussy’s so goddamn tight, baby..how you keep this from me all this time?”

“Fuuuck, mami. chupas esa mierda tan bien…” whimpering in a high pitched moan, he’d toss his head back and continue letting you work your magic. Those plump lips wrapped around that thick shaft as globs of saliva drenched down to his swollen balls. Without so much as a single gag. You took him nearly five inches down your throat before withdrawing and jerking him off. Even though he filled your esophagus. Leaving quite the sloppy mess in your wake. All while a sheath of creamy lather began to form as those thick cheeks collided with Ryo’s pelvis. You’d begin to whimper and beg each of them for more. “Yeah, mama..let us hear that shit. How much you love being fucked like a lil’ slut..” teasing before leaning down to lick up the curvature of your spine. “Mmph! Fuuuck..please, don’t stop.” And he had no intentions of doing so, especially when he’d reach underneath and curl his hand underneath and massage your clit. Making you twitch on that cock..but Connie wasn’t one to be neglected either. Because once you put your mouth back on him, he was done for. Lowering your head again, an entire sheath of saliva came spilling onto that shaft as you spat and continued pumping in your hand. Where you kept your focus, however, were on those round, full balls of his. Practically aching to the touch..apparent by the way his body trembled and those diamonds kept swinging and refracting against the star covered ceiling.

“Yeah, right there, baby. Suck that muhfuck—“ but just as quickly as he gave the command, he’d be halted in his tracks and his eyes would trail to the back of his head. ��Fuuuuck! Oh fuck, do that again, baby. That feels so good.” Nearly catapulting out of his seat from the sensation of your tongue swirling around his balls and momentarily gliding over his entrance. He knew he’d probably never experienced something so salacious before. Talk all he might but Connie was a lover boy and most likely, incredibly vanilla. He preferred making love over rough fucking. Meanwhile, Ryo preferred his women to be freaky. The kind that would top him off and kiss him afterwards or let him put a foot on her head! He could only let out a hearty laugh as he watched his lil’ bro get bitched up!

“You a nasty lil’ bitch. I love it. Knew you was gon’ be a problem but damn…aye, Connie..you good, bruh?” Only receiving a loud whine back..knowing that you had damn near sucked the soul out of this man!

“C’mon, baby. Let’s switch.” And truth be told, he too needed a breather because if he persisted, you were going to be on maternity leave messing with him! Reluctantly withdrawing, he’d pull out and lay his erect across your back, spurting a trail of his precum across your skin. You all would maneuver around until the two of them had switched positions and you were flat on your back. Dangling your head, Ryo took hold of it as he leaned against the door and Connie spread you open. Pinning your legs back, he’d tap himself against your slick ridden, fucked out little hole..eliciting a high pitched whimper. One that hummed and vibrated against Ryo’s cock. It was such a euphoric feeling for all three of you. Especially with the sensation of that weed coursing through your veins. That thong dangled around your ankles and his wristwatch glistened under the lights as his hands clasped your ankle. Placing soft kisses around your calf. “Pussy’s so fucking wet, mami..damn.” Ryo was on the opposite end, thrusting into your mouth slowly with a gentle hand cupped around your throat. They were using you as they saw fit and you couldn’t get enough. They’d persist until they drummed out what would be the first of many orgasms. Which came not a moment too soon when Connie was pressing down into the center of your belly and pumping you full of cock. That’s when you felt it!…

“Damn! Let it out, baby..squirt on that dick, just like that.” Sending you into convulsions as he tapped himself against you after you all but pushed you out. But you were too busy having your mouth used as a sleeve to release any moans. But Ryo was aware of the way you hummed against him. Connie wasn’t going to be the only one having his fill. He wanted you to take his nut inside regardless of where it ended up. Tugging himself momentarily and seemingly premature, he’d hold you in place as he prompted you to stick your tongue out. Which you did with a wide smile on your face. “There we go.” Rewarding you with a long glob of spit afterwards. “Mmm, thank you, papi.” Showing your gratitude to them both. The two men would continue on their crusade to bring you to ultimate pleasure. Taking turns pounding in various positions..and entrances until finally..

“Fuck! On your knees, baby..just like that.”

“Suck that fucking cum out, mama..”

they’d instruct you to grasp both of their shafts and jerk them off until you milked them of every remnant of their cum. And it didn’t take long before you found your face splattered in both men’s semen and them rolling their heads back on their shoulders and crying out your name, along with a string of expletives. Needless to say, you all were good and spent. And very much satisfied with this little rendezvous! Even so, the gentlemen still couldn’t help but to question who was the better of the two. But if you hadn’t already made yourself clear, you’d iterate it one more time:

“Like I said, I don’t have to choose..I’m just window shopping.”

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yeonjunszn · 1 year

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like hot summer ☼

pairing park sunghoon x f!reader

word count 8k

genres fluff﹒slight angst ﹒smut

warnings 18+ minors dni, mature language, best friends to lovers trope, sharing a bed/room trope, insufferable heeseung + slightly less insufferable jake, features enha jay, txt beomgyu, taehyun, and huening + skz jeongin, also features nct dream, i’m so sorry for doing u so dirty jisung 💔, mentions of alcohol, hoon is kinda mean for like a singular second, vaginal fingering, marking?, unprotected sex (wrap it before u tap it 😒), finishing inside, Lots of Kissing, they’re kinda gross at the end like i made myself mad with how cute they were being so of course i had to ruin it… u’ll see 😇

summary you’ve been best friends for years now, so why does the idea of sharing a room with him get you so flustered?

more HAPPY 900 FOLLOWERS!! thank u guys so much for giving me this platform to write even if it is for boys who have no idea i exist 😭 writing has always been something very dear to me since a young age and i’m so grateful for being able to get this far on this site. i’ve had an issue with reach in the past and this blog has been nothing but kind to me. i’m forever indebted to all of u and my future followers 🫶 here’s a small token of my appreciation — i havent written anything nsfw since ? march ? i believe 💀 so i apologize if this is rough.. it was originally a vernon fic before i decided not to write for svt anymore and i actually started it in july 😭😭 which is why it’s another summer based fic LMFAOAOAO anyways it was supposed to be like 5k and i got carried away so here u go <3

“please do not take those with you.”

you look up from the suitcase you were stuffing clothes in, a pair of your most comfortable underwear currently in your hands. heeseung gives you a dissatisfied look, standing from his spot in your desk chair to snatch them and throw the garment behind him.

“okay? what the hell?” you furrow your eyebrows in confusion.

“we’re going on a trip where you’ll most likely be meeting new people. i don’t think you want to be dressed like a grandma when you do.” he explains with an eye roll, as if it was obvious.

“first of all, rude, they’re cute. second of all, i don’t plan on sleeping around,” you frown, glancing behind him at your poor underwear on the floor. “i should’ve just asked hoon to help me pack. you suck.”

“i’m pretty sure he’d also tell you to ditch the granny-panties.” he shrugs, sitting back on the rolling chair.

“n-no! i wouldn’t have even let him see me packing my undergarments.” you say defensively.

“you’ve been best friends this long and he’s never seen your underwear at least once? what makes me so special.” the brunette snorts.

“you’re… you.”

he gasps in feign offense, slapping his chest. “what the fuck is that supposed to mean?”

“don’t take it personally! i’d probably let jake see my underwear too,” you defend your words, rifling through your clothes to make sure everything you needed was good to go. when you glance up at heeseung, he has a grimace on his face and you realize what you just said. “stop it! i meant because i see you both like brothers, so it wouldn’t be weird.”

“there are two things to be discussed here; one being the fact that you’d let bitchless, has never felt the touch of a woman in his life, jake sim, see your underwear— even if you think of him as a brother. and two being the fact that sunghoon is somehow different despite knowing him the same amount of time as us.” he raises an eyebrow as you turn to your dresser in search for a pair of replacement panties, since he so graciously tossed aside your favorites, then zip your suitcase shut.

with a grunt, you lug the thing off your bed, checking your appearance in the mirror since you were getting picked up soon. you peek over your shoulder at the brunette, narrowing your eyes. “i hope you know that you’re the absolute bane of my existence, lee heeseung.”

a couple hours later you find yourself sipping on a margarita, poolside at the airbnb you and your friends were renting. the beach was within walking distance, but you didn’t feel like going so you stayed back by yourself. you didn’t mind it at all, because it was probably the only chance you’d get to be alone in a house full of boys.

nine of you crammed into a single house was not ideal, especially considering you were the only girl in your group, but you planned this trip every year. loud, gross, and annoying antics aside, you loved them more than anything. (except maybe when they asked you to set any of them up with one of your girl friends.)

you also felt like you needed a bit of reprieve before you called it a night, since you weren’t given the privilege of your own room this time. all of you made the grave mistake of putting beomgyu in charge of booking the airbnb and his dumbass forgot until about a month ago, when he scrambled to find something within everyone’s standards and big enough to accommodate your large party. and while he was able to secure something, it did mean you’d have to have a roommate.

everyone agreed that it’d be okay if it was just you and one other person to respect your boundaries. rooming arrangements varied from year to year depending on how you decided, but this was the first time you were included. the boys got straight into it the moment you all set foot on the property, arguing in the front yard while you figured out how to work the keypad on the door. due to your ignorance to their shenanigans, you didn’t know who your temporary roommate was until the whole ordeal was a done deal.

before anything was set in stone, there was a unanimous choice to give you and whoever you ended up with the master bedroom, because none of them wanted you biting their heads off for hogging the bathroom. in the first room (the one next to the master), was heeseung, beomgyu, and jeongin, delegated by a game of rock paper scissors. by some miracle or just sheer dumb luck, the three idiots wound up together and celebrated by hugging in a circle and jumping around like elementary schoolers. the second room went to jay, jake, taehyun, and kai. this left one person— park sunghoon.

had you participated in the actual game, you would’ve started a riot to switch roommates. hell, you’d even share a room with jake, and that said everything about how you were feeling towards this situation.

it’s not that you didn’t want to room with sunghoon, per se, it was more like you were afraid to room with him. he was decently calm and an easy person to get along with for the most part. except his ability to tease you in any situation lit a fire under you. his jokes that would seem belittling to anyone else felt flirty and it drove you crazy. all of the guys in your friend group were good looking, but you always found yourself gravitating more towards sunghoon. (besides, you could never in a million years see yourself making out with someone like taehyun; who you thought was quite honestly prettier than you or beomgyu; who enjoyed personally talking your ear off every opportunity he got.)

when the boys finally come back from the beach, the sun has set and you, yourself, had just returned from picking up dinner. the nine of you ate with comfortable conversation here and there, exhausted from the long day you just had, before drawing the evening to a close.

you feel awkward trudging up the stairs to your room with sunghoon in tow, like if you say the wrong thing you’ll alter the entire course of your friendship. he tells you that you can shower first and so you do, but halfway through, you realize you forgot to grab you clothes on the way in. you curse at yourself as you rinse your body wash, switching off the water.

you wrap your towel around yourself timidly, well aware that it’s the only thing stopping sunghoon from seeing your bare body. with a gulp, you reach for the door handle, pushing it open slowly. he’s sat on the edge of the bed scrolling through his phone, uninformed of your presence. you kneel down to your suitcase to quickly grab what you need so you can rush back into the bathroom and change, but the universe hates you and doesn’t think it should be that easy.

“shit shit shit shit,”

you frantically sift through your clothes after getting your undergarments, only for your pajamas to be missing. you remember packing them and you know heeseung was there when you—

you were going to murder lee heeseung.

fuck him and his overt desire to make your life a living hell. first there was the underwear thing and now this. did he not think your care bear pajamas were cute enough to bring on this trip? either way, you couldn’t wait to strangle him, your fingers wiggling in anticipation.

“hey, is everything okay?” sunghoon’s voice calls out, pulling you away from your nefarious plotting. your eyes widen almost comically because you’re still very much naked under your towel and you don’t have clothes to sleep in.

“uh— i— i think i forgot to pack— i mean— i can’t find my pajamas.” you admit shamefully, too embarrassed to look up at him.

the bed creaks lightly, notifying you that he got up. you stand from your crouched position, careful not to accidentally flash him. he rummages through his own suitcase, spinning around to toss a t-shirt at you. you catch it with your free hand and your cheeks are still impossibly warm. you’re not sure if your mind is playing tricks on you, or if he really did rake his vision over your figure.

your heart is racing mortifyingly fast so you give him a tight lipped smile and raise your hand in thanks, bringing it back down just as fast when you think about the fact that you were holding your underwear in the same hand.

you think that’s the fastest you’ve ever run away from something, leaning back against the door while pressing the back of your palm to your forehead, your chest heaving. confidence wasn’t a weakness to you and it pissed you off to no end that it seemed to be only when sunghoon was around that you acted like a complete clown.

there was no chance of you surviving this trip.

the following day, you and the boys had gone out for an early lunch. because you were such a big group, they split you into two different tables. yours consisted of jake, heeseung, beomgyu, and jeongin. the entire time you kept your glare on the brunette sitting directly across from you, even as you shoveled rice into your mouth.

“woah, y/n. if looks could kill, hee would be dead by now.” jake laughs, pointing at you with his chopsticks.

“good,” you say flatly. “that’s what i want.”

heeseung looks thoroughly offended by your statement, clicking his tongue in response. “i don’t know why you hate me so much.”

“oh really?” you ask with a small scoff, sarcasm leaking through your words.

“what’d he do?” beomgyu snorts, flicking his eyes between you and heeseung curiously.

you don’t take your eyes off of the latter, rather you give him an even harsher stare than before. you squint slightly, crossing your legs and leaning back into your chair. “he was with me when i was packing my clothes yesterday and when i went to change after i got out of the shower last night, my pajamas were missing. and i swear i packed them. i even double checked my suitcase.”

jeongin purses his lips and raises his eyebrows. “the care bear pajamas?”

“the care bear pajamas!” you exclaim.

“wow, heeseung, it’s like you’re asking to be suffocated with a pillow in your sleep.”

“that was such an oddly specific cause of death.”

“wait a damn minute! how do you even know it was me? why are you just assuming shit like that?” he defends, picking up his hands like he’s innocent of all crimes. jake holds back a laugh at his reaction and jeongin gives him a deadpan expression.

“why are you being so defensive about it? clearly that means it was you.”

“i agree! i know this is apart of his stupid ‘get-y/n-laid’ agenda. what if i don’t wanna get laid?!” you flail your arms exasperatedly.

beomgyu holds up a finger to halt you, scrunching his eyebrows together. “everyone wants to get laid. you’re no exception.”

you narrow your gaze at him as if to say ‘not helping’ and he shuts up, squeezing his lips together. if there was anything he could’ve said in that moment, that was not it. especially not when you were trying to prove your case. you were an independent woman! you didn’t need to sleep around if you didn’t want to! (you did, with a specific person, but that's besides the point.)

“so what’d you end up wearing to sleep?” jeongin asks, resting his chin in his palm before gasping. “wow, n/n, sunghoon got to see you half naked?”

“no! he lent me a shirt!” you dispute frantically.

“boring,” jake drags out the o. “i think i have an extra you can borrow for tonight if you don’t wanna wear that one again.”

“please, you’re a lifesaver, jake,” you clasp your hands together. “unlike someone by the name of lee heeseung, who’s currently on my hit list. you better sleep with one eye open by the way.”

“could you be a little quiet with it though? i share a room with him.” beomgyu throws in.

“don’t worry, gyu. i've been googling different ways that would be silent, quick, and successful.” you fist bump him, before resuming your eating.

“i don’t get why you’re not groveling at my feet and thanking me right now. i did you a favor, you know,” heeseung huffs, his words slightly muffled by the food filling his mouth. “you get to keep his shirt and sleep in the same bed as him. isn’t that a win?”

“i don’t like him like that, seung.” you say a bit harsher than you intended. the table grows quiet at your outburst, even if they all speculate that you’re lying. the silence causes the other table to look over in concern.

whether you’re just extremely unlucky, or the gods actually think you’re a waste of a human being, you don’t know, but things keep screwing up in your favor. you make accidental eye contact with sunghoon, whose lips are slightly turned downward when he sees how distressed you appear.

it pisses you off.

it pisses you off because all you want to do is kiss those same lips until you can’t breathe. you want him to press them all over your skin, making you hot and bothered. you want him to whisper sweet sweet nothings into your ear and pepper little smooches along the shell of it with them. it pisses you off because you know he doesn’t feel the same.

and it’s so fucking annoying.

you’re probably the only girl he’d never see that way, thanks to the long history you share. you’ll always be another one of the guys to him. you’re someone he knows will be there for him to fall back on when a talking stage fails. you’re someone he knows will sit there and listen to his tales of how he got his dick wet, listen to his bragging.

it should deter your feelings, honestly. not only due to the fact that you have no chance with him, but because he was your best friend. you shouldn’t be mad at him for treating you as such. except you can’t help that you are.

after lunch, the group decided you might as well have another beach day, seeing as it was within walking distance from the airbnb. since you weren’t much of a beach fan (you hated the salty air and, even worse, the sand), the boys allowed you to pick the activity for the night.

there was a club you passed by on your way back from the restaurant that looked intriguing, so that was what you landed on.

you watched your friends mess around by the water as you stayed planted on a beach towel under an umbrella, sunglasses perched on the bridge of your nose. your body weight rested on your palms as you leaned back, soaking up the warmth on your skin. your cute white, shimmery bikini was a head turner, guys staring as they walked by you, ogling at your sunbathing.

you half hoped someone would just go up to you instead of drooling from afar, but at the same time, the thought of a stranger approaching you made you nervous. though, it would provide a decent distraction.

you try to act surprised when someone finally takes the bait.

he’s an attractive guy, you’ll admit, with dark hair that falls onto his forehead, slightly in his eyes which are also obscured by a pair of sunglasses. he ruffles it a bit before dropping himself on the sand beside you. he doesn’t talk for a few minutes, just copying your actions.

a small smile makes way onto your lips at his nonchalance and you turn to face him, pushing your shades up on top of your head. he does the same, giving you his own smile. now that you have a full view of his features, you can 100% say that he’s indeed handsome.

with an extended hand, he says, “hi, i’m park jisung.”

you return the gesture, shaking it with a firm grip. “l/n y/n.”

“wow, pretty name for a pretty girl. your parents must’ve known what they were doing.” he flirts with a laugh, almost like it’s second nature for him.

you can’t hide how bashful the compliment makes you, a tiny giggle bubbling from your chest. the bikini gave you a confidence boost when you put it on, but despite that, you were still you. so hearing little things like that always made you shy, especially because you weren’t used to it. how could you? being friends with a bunch of boys and all, guys never really cared to look in your direction.

“do you say that to every girl you meet, park jisung?” you manage to tease back, proud of yourself for recovering so quickly.

his smile morphs into a grin, his teeth peeking through his lips, and his eyes crinkle at the sides. “nope. just the really pretty ones.”

you tilt your chin into your shoulder as you feel heat spread across your cheeks. how was this guy so smooth? it’s like he knew exactly what you wanted/needed to hear and kept saying it.

when you compose yourself, you continue your conversation with jisung. it’s comfortable, even if you’d never met him before today, and it feels like you’ve known him for a while. you learn that he’s also on a trip with his friends, the six of them stationed just a few umbrellas over to your left. (he groans when you catch them spying on the two of you.) then he tells you that he noticed you earlier and his friends had finally convinced him to shoot his shot.

“you know, if you’d come up to me sooner, i would’ve been a lot less bored,” you sigh, scooting a little closer to him. “my friends have been ignoring me since we got here and i fucking hate the beach.”

he chuckles at that, subtly brushing his fingers against yours. “sorry about that. i guess you’re glad i saved the day, huh?”

“very,” you link your pinkie with his. “so, we’re going out later tonight to some club called allure? i think? it’d be really cool if you went, just saying. you can bring your friends.”

“that sounds like fun. maybe you’ll see us there,” he shrugs, nudging your foot with his. “depends on how bad you wanna see me.”

“nooo, don’t do me like that, jisung,” you whine halfheartedly, covering your face with your free hand. “i would like to see you there, but i don’t wanna beg.”

jisung laughs at how cute you are, poking your cheek with a nod. “okay okay, you convinced me. i’ll tell the guys.”

“okay, cool.” you breathe, tangling your fingers with his as you both stare at each other goofily. you almost lean in, the gap between you only disrupted by a centimeter, but then a throat clears itself and you jump apart.

it seemed that the guys all finally noticed you weren’t alone and decided to pay attention to you. you make eye contact with sunghoon and feel a shudder run down your spine, trying your hardest to conceal it.

“hey, y/n, who’s this?” he asks, albeit passively.

“oh, this is jisung. him and his friends are gonna meet us at the club tonight!” you give him a tight lipped smile, glancing over to gauge jisung’s reaction. he doesn’t look too fazed by their presence, instead standing up so he could introduce himself to each of them.

you sputter at the action, surprised that he was so willing to be buddy-buddy with the boys. you assume it’s because he isn’t too intimidated by them, considering they’d been ignorant toward your presence until now.

after he’s done, he turns to you and puffs his cheeks, blowing air between his lips. “i guess i better get going. i’ll see you later?”

“mhm,” you rub his arm. “see you tonight, ji.”

the nickname makes him grin and he ruffles your hair before bidding you all a goodbye. your eyes follow as he walks over to his friends, who are fist bumping in celebration of his success with you. your smile doesn’t go away as you look back at your own friends.

jake jumps up and down, shaking you aggressively by the shoulders. “y/n, holy shit! rizz master or what?”

beomgyu and jeongin burst into an uncontrollable fit of laughter, falling into each other as you roll your eyes. jake would be the one to use such a gen z term at his age. “please never call me that again.”

“well jakey, looks like she won’t need your shirt tonight after all. chances are she’ll use jisung’s instead.” heeseung jokes, smacking your arm playfully.

you cover your face with both hands to shelter how embarrassed they’re making you feel. rule number one for being best friends with a bunch of boys— don’t. they’re nothing but menaces. and if you happen to acquire a friend group of just males— don’t let them meet your significant other.

as you wrap up your day at the beach, so you could head back to the airbnb to get ready for your night out, you realize sunghoon is keeping to himself a lot. and you don’t know what to make of that.

you feel like a million bucks if you’re being completely honest with yourself. you packed one of the nicest dresses you owned in case you needed it and you were so glad you did. it would’ve been awkward rolling up to the club in shorts and a bikini top— though you’re sure management has probably seen that before.

it was gold and sparkly, with spaghetti straps and a lace-up back, low cut enough that it was cute rather than overly revealing. you styled your hair to preference and kept the makeup simple, soft glam that didn’t distract from the outfit. this was the prettiest you felt in weeks— months even— and it was a comforting change of pace.

when you step out of the bathroom, sunghoon is laying on his back on the bed, scrolling through his phone. the sound of your heels clacking on the wooden floor forces him to sit up. “how long does it take to—?”

his words die out once he sees you, his throat going dry and his stomach tightening with an incessant knot. you look so gorgeous, it almost makes him angry that it’s not for him. never in your seven years of friendship has he ever seen you put this much effort in your appearance. (he thinks that’s why he feels himself getting worked up.)

“woah, missy, you’re not leaving the house looking like that. where’s your coat?” he raises an eyebrow, masking the icky feeling brewing inside of him.

“hoon, it’s like a hundred degrees out. we’re in the middle of a heatwave at the peak of the summer, the fuck do i need a coat for?” you counter with a scoff, shoving your phone and some lip gloss along with your credit card and ID in the little clutch you were taking with you.

“i’m just saying,” he shrugs. “you’re practically wearing a piece of cloth, you might get cold.”

“shut up, i’ll be fine.” you snort, exiting the room and leaving him scrambling for control of himself.

the rest of the guys are already waiting downstairs, whistling and hollering once you reach the bottom of the steps. jake tells you to do a little twirl, cheering you on like he was best friends with bella hadid or something. (you won't admit that it fuels your ego.)

“where’s sunghoon?” jay asks crouching to see if he was visible from where he was standing.

“i don’t know, but he’s being weird. my vote is we leave without him.” taehyun holds up a finger, pursing his lips as if he was being totally serious about his suggestion. you laugh at his expression, flicking his forehead.

“don’t be mean, tyun.”

a couple minutes later, sunghoon finally makes his way downstairs, looking conflicted about something. as much as you wanna ask, you know you shouldn’t get into it right now, so you choose not to.

jisung and his group are already at the club when you arrive and he waves you over to the high tables they secured. he introduces you to his six friends; mark, renjun, jeno, donghyuck, jaemin, and chenle. once you’ve met them, the two of you introduce your own friends to each other. it makes you happy that they seem to hit it off, breaking off into smaller cliques.

you and jisung wander off to the bar, ordering some drinks for yourselves. he helps you sit at one of the stools, his hand resting comfortably on your lower back. it doesn’t take long for the bartender to hand you your poison for the night and you take a gulp with a wince, letting the alcohol burn in its course down your throat.

“you look really good, by the way,” jisung compliments, his thumb rubbing circles into the skin that peeks through the straps in the back of your dress. “i didn’t get to tell you when you got here.”

his mouth brushes your ear as he speaks so you can hear him over the booming top forties music playing. there’s not nearly enough alcohol in your system to warrant the heat blooming under your skin so soon. you just giggle in response, spinning in your chair so you’re facing him. you hold your straw between two fingers as you sip at your beverage, looking up at him through thick lashes coated in mascara.

“you’re really something else, y/n,” he shakes his head, downing the rest of his drink before you return to your friends. “i’m gonna use the restroom, i’ll be right back.”

you nod with a smile when he pets your head, pressing a chaste kiss to your temple. it catches you off guard, but you don’t mind it one bit. at least someone was interested in you for once.

heeseung squeezes his way through the crowd to you and narrows his eyes, taking a hold of either side of your head. your cheeks squish together and your lips form a pout, so no matter how annoyed you try to come across, you just look silly. your attempts to get him off of you are futile, making you raise a brow to find out why he was being so touchy-feely.

“i still cannot believe you managed to make moves while you were alone. i literally never saw this coming.”

god, lee heeseung was such a lightweight.

“can you stop being sentimental? it’s kinda gross.” you grimace, your words mushed together much like your cheeks. it’s at this point that jake decides to join in, throwing his arms around your shoulders.

(jake sim was also a lightweight.)

“i love you guys! i’m so glad we’re here together right now!”

you spot jisung coming back from the restroom, pleading for him to save you with your eyes. he laughs and inserts himself in the conversation. “i appreciate you guys watching over y/n for me while i was gone, but do you think i can steal her back?”

“i guess,” jake sighs dramatically, dragging out the s. “but you better bring her back in one piece, park.”

jisung salutes to the brunette, even if he wasn’t at all intimidated by his overprotective parent persona, and whisks you away to get more drinks and then to hit the dance floor. the moment your foot reaches the tiled ground, a summer walker song starts, and all coherent thoughts leave your mind.

you keep one arm wrapped around jisung’s neck as you begin to sway your hips with the music, taking swigs of your drink every now and then. his is long forgotten in favor of gripping your waist like you’d run away any second. you have him wrapped around your finger, the way he’s fixated on you and your movements has your head spinning. but when you glance towards the general direction all of your friends were in, you accidentally make eye contact with none other than park sunghoon.

he’s glaring right at you, making no attempt to hide the distaste on his features while he watches you dance. you keep the eye contact when jisung leans into your neck, his nose grazing the sensitive spot just below your ear.

usually you’d fold then and there, crumbling in his hands and letting him take you home for the night. but there’s something about the darkness in sunghoon’s gaze that sends a shiver down your spine, not the person you were currently grinding into on the dance floor. it sends your mind into a frenzy.

your blissful ignorance to the amount of attraction you truly felt for him was causing more problems than solving them. here you were, a nice guy treating you like an absolute princess, but still thirsting after one of your best friends with not a single ounce of fucking shame. years of pent up frustration and insufferable pining bubble over, and you don’t stop yourself from what you’re about to do next.

you pull back from jisung, finally breaking the staring contest between you and sunghoon, and smile at him, pushing some hair out of his eyes. he gives you a look of utter confusion and you huff. “i’m sorry, but i’m feeling a little tired. i think the drinks are getting to me.”

“do you want me to drop you off at your place?” he asks, so sweetly it actually makes you feel bad about your true intentions. you shake your head ‘no’.

“it’s okay, you can stay here with your friends. i’ll just ask one of the boys,” you respond, patting his cheek. “one of the sober ones.”

“alright, if you insist. just be careful and text me later, yeah?” he gives you that award winning grin that made you weak at the knees just moments ago. this time you don’t give him a verbal response, too afraid of your voice betraying you.

you still don’t say anything as you grab your clutch from the table where your group was at, flickering your vision to sunghoon once before you walk out of the club. the air is cooler than this afternoon, serving as a nice contrast to your warm, sticky skin. your ears are still ringing from the blaring music and you’re pleasantly buzzed, but you feel great.

the sound inside the club travels outside for a second when the door opens and closes, signaling that someone had just walked out. you don’t want to risk the backwards glance in case it’s not who you’re hoping it is and you feel dumb. you opt to stare at the cars passing on the street, hugging yourself.

there’s the ghost of a touch on the small of your back and a broad chest pressed to your shoulders, causing you to jump slightly. “ditched that dude finally?”

you swallow thickly, his deep voice reverberating in your bones. “and if i did?”

sunghoon chuckles, his fingers dancing around the knot of your dress. “then i won’t have to feel like an asshole for what i’m about to do to you.”

you squeak as he starts to push you in the direction of the airbnb, your feet carrying you as fast as you can with your heels. the walk is silent except for the clicking against the concrete sidewalk, but it’s heavy with tension. half of you wants to say something, to ask what’s even happening. you don’t even realize he’s punching the numbers into the keypad and pulling you into the house until you’re pinned to the shut door, nose skimming yours.

sunghoon has a desperate grip around your wrists, breathing like he’d just ran a marathon. you stare up at him with wide eyes. you’re not entirely sure what you were hoping for when you executed this plan, but this wasn’t anywhere near the list of outcomes. in fact, you were positive that park sunghoon didn’t feel any sort of attraction to you.

“hoon,” you gasp, tongue swiping across your bottom lip.

he grins, his canines peeking through those lips of his that looked so soft. “you look so pretty tonight, n/n. can’t believe i get to have you all to myself.”

your head feels empty, like there’s nothing but cotton filling your skull where your brain should be. this was something out of a dream for you, something you’d only ever seen in your darkest fantasies. you wanted him to kiss you so badly it was beginning to ache. your head tilts to the side just a bit, your eyes alternating between his mouth and his own.

“need you,” you whisper, voice airy. “‘ve been waiting for this for so long.”

he connects your lips at that, a burning fever behind his actions as he does so. the dizziness doesn’t go away, instead amplifying. he releases your wrists in favor of grabbing at your thighs, his blunt nails digging into the plush skin. you tangle your fingers in his hair and tug at the silky strands, forcing a groan out of him. kissing sunghoon is sickening. it’s exactly how they describe it in books, the stomach churning and the goosebumps and all. this morning, you never would’ve thought you’d be here, but you’re completely satisfied with this turn of events.

“bedroom,” he breathes. “don’t want anyone seeing you like this but me.”

he doesn’t have to tell you twice, your heels discarded at the bottom of the stairs. the minute you’re in your shared room, his mouth is hot on yours again and you’re collapsing on to the bed. his hands are everywhere and there’s too many clothes between you. you slide your hands under his shirt, grazing your nails along his abdomen, smiling when it tenses under your touch. he gets the memo, removing his shirt and tossing it haphazardly behind him. you fumble with the button of his jeans and he laughs at how needy you are, solidifying just how real this moment actually is.

you notice that he’s already hard once his pants are gone and you palm his bulge as you lean back in for another kiss. he sighs into your mouth, reaching around your back to untie the knot on your dress. the straps fall instantaneously, the front of the fabric slipping down to reveal your bare chest. sunghoon’s lips move from yours to your jaw and along the column of your neck until he’s at your chest, looking up at you as he leaves open mouthed kisses all over your tits. you moan softly when the warmth of his mouth envelopes a sensitive nipple, slipping your dress off all the way so you’re left in nothing but your panties.

he steps back for a second to kick the article of clothing away, before caging your body with his. “i’ve been wanting to get you out of that dress all night. it pissed me off that you didn’t put it on for me, but he doesn’t get to see you all fucked out untouched, now does he?”

you shake your head, but that doesn’t satisfy him. his thumb finds your clit through the thin material of your underwear, rubbing tight circles into it to get a reaction from you. your lips part and your eyes squeeze shut, but it’s not enough for him. he grabs your chin a little forcefully, smushing your cheeks together like heeseung did earlier— however there was nothing wholesome about this moment.

“i asked you a fucking question.” sunghoon all but growls.

“n-no, hoon. only you,” you whimper, his mean demeanor turning you on even more. you’re embarrassed by the wet patch forming on the front of your panties and deep deep down you’re thanking lee heeseung for throwing the other pair out of your suitcase. (very very very deep down— you’d never give him the benefit of being right.)

“that’s my good girl,” he hooks his fingers into the waistband, glancing at you for confirmation. “are we really going through with this? you can back out now.”

your heart thumps disgustingly loud in your ears at how sincere he sounds and you pray to god that he can’t hear it. “sunghoon, i’m laying half naked in front of you right now— if you don’t fuck me—”

“alright alright… you got it,” he laughs that cute laugh of his, the one he reserves solely for you. the one that has crows feet forming at the corners of his eyes. it drives you crazier than anything else he’s done the entire night.

sunghoon slides your underwear down your legs with one hand, the other propping himself up to hover over you. you kick them off, biting your lip and hissing when he decides to run a finger up your slit. he curses as he watches how your arousal coats the digit. all you’ve done is kiss and you’re dripping.

“you’re soaked, baby,” he practically groans, pecking your jaw. “gonna ruin your pussy so you know who you belong to.”

you whine when he thrusts a finger in without warning, quickly adding a second and massaging your swollen clit with the pad of his thumb. your head rolls back as moans and expletives spill from your mouth. sunghoon takes the opportunity to mark you as his, sucking and biting your neck and chest like he was a leech, ensuring bruises formed in his wake. he finds the sweet spot at your pulse point, curling his fingers at the same time he nips at it.

“f-fuck, right th-there, hoonie,” you mewl, instinctively spreading your legs wider.

at this rate, you don’t think you’ll last much longer.

you know he can tell too with the way he speeds up the pace of his fingers. you clench around them and he connects your lips once again, his tongue tangling with yours messily. it’s so sloppy and so aggressive, but it’s perfect. it’s so sunghoon.

he keeps working at you, kissing everywhere he can until he pushes the right buttons to make you fall apart in his hands. when he finally finds it— a little nibble to your earlobe— your back arches further into him, your moans uncontrollable and incomprehensible as your orgasm washes over you. the skill of his mouth and hands has you reeling from the experience knowing no one else could ever make you feel like this ever again.

once you’ve come down, he slowly pulls his fingers out, sucking them so he can taste you and all that you are. he groans before pressing a quick kiss to your lips. you sigh in content.

“if you cum like that just from my fingers, i can’t wait to see how you look with my cock,” he mutters into your mouth, evoking a whine out of you. “so gorgeous.”

sunghoon steps away to remove his underwear, revealing himself to you. you have to stop yourself from drooling, reaching out to stroke his length languidly. he hisses as he goes back in for another kiss, biting on your lower lip when your thumb swipes over the slit on his sensitive tip.

he drags you to the edge of the bed, pushing away your hands so he can guide himself to your entrance. “are you ready for me, baby?”

“mhm,” you whimper, wrapping your legs around his waist to get him closer— if possible. “want you so bad, sunghoon.”

the sound of his name leaving your lips so filthily has the blood rushing from his brain to his dick even faster than before. he slips in easily, your arousal lubricating enough for him to bottom out almost completely. his balls slap against your ass when he does, his cock sheathed inside of you so far it’s like it’s poking your stomach.

his pace starts slow and consistent, his hips rocking into yours with timed thrusts that hit deep. your legs feel weak and your head is spinning, drunk off of his cock and how good it is. but it’s not satisfying you, you need more. you want more.

your heels dig into the dip of his lower back and you mewl, “faster, p-please.”

“anything for you, pretty girl.” he grunts, using one hand to grip your hip and the other to form a makeshift ponytail with your hair, tugging your head back so he can rest his forehead in the crook of your neck.

sunghoon angles his hips and pistons his cock into you quicker. each thrust is punctuated by his pelvis snapping into your own harshly and his fistful of your hair stinging your scalp. his hold on your waist is nearly bruising, but you don’t really care, too high from the pleasure he’s providing you. your moans raise in volume as you feel the band in your belly grow tighter.

your pussy clenches around him and he releases your hair in favor of rubbing tight circles into your clit. the stimulation of his cock driving in and out of you combined with his thumb on your most sensitive area has alarms blaring in your head as a warning for your second incoming orgasm. “i’m so so close, hoon, fuck— just like that,”

“c’mon baby, you can give it to me,” he coos, changing his angle again so he reaches that spongy spot in your cunt.

you swear you can see spots when it crashes onto you, your whole body spasming with the intensity of it. sunghoon prolongs your orgasm, still thrusting into you with a purpose. you know he’s closer to his edge too from how desperate he’s moving and the whines leaving his lips. you’re so sensitive it’s making you insane, but you allow him to keep abusing your pussy.

“where do you want me?” he asks breathily, his sweaty forehead sticking to your skin.

“inside,” you moan, your toes curling. “cum inside me, sunghoon,”

he just about loses it at that, fucking into you with everything he can manage and sinking his nails into the fat of your hips to hold you still. you’re overstimulated and your brain is foggy so you keep squirming around, involuntarily squeezing your walls around his length. it’s not too much later that he finally releases, painting your cunt with milky white ropes of cum.

he slumps forward once he’s given all he has to offer, his chest flat against yours while he attempts to regulate his breathing. the two of you lie there for a bit, recovering from what just happened. eventually he pulls out and disappears into the bathroom, only to return with a warm and damp washcloth seconds after. he hands it to you wordlessly and you awkwardly clean yourself up, wincing due to the acute sensitivity you were feeling. sunghoon sits beside you, naked and silent.

you think it’s funny how he was so confident not even ten minutes ago and now he’s acting like a shy teenager. you know you have to talk about the situation at hand and what it means for your relationship, but in this moment, the cloudiness of your head subsided, that fear of rejection has creeped back in. was it just a temporary lapse of judgment on his part? did he just feel attraction towards you because you dolled yourself up for once?

the insecurity rushes in like a tsunami wave and you want nothing more than to get out of here before you drown.

“i—”

“we—”

you both speak at the same time, cutting each other off before you can continue. he gestures for you to go first and you sigh, reaching for the t-shirt thrown over the bedpost from this morning. you slip it on, along with your discarded underwear, to hide your body, comparatively aware of how exposed you were. he follows suit, putting his underwear back on.

“i think i should sleep somewhere else tonight.” you say, your tone uneasy.

sunghoon’s eyebrows knit together in confusion. “w-what? why?”

“it’s already awkward enough,” you avoid his eyes. “i don’t think sleeping in the same bed is gonna help.”

“i was just trying to put together the right words,” he explains, brows still furrowed. “i don’t wanna give you a half assed confession after we just had sex, y’know? you deserve something more intimate than that.”

you blink, thrown for a loop by his admission. well now you felt like an idiot.

“c-confession?” you stutter, resembling a cartoon character with your jaw on the ground.

“did you— did you think i was gonna treat this as a random hookup?” his lips form a frown, like he was offended by your assumption.

“um, yeah? i mean, you never really expressed any interest in me before tonight, sunghoon. you’ve only ever talked about other girls you’ve fucked around with. you can’t really blame me.” you play with the hem of the (his) t-shirt.

his hand finds its way under your chin, lifting it so you have to look at him. the glint in his eyes is soft and you will away the tears threatening to appear. “you really have no idea huh?”

“what are you talking about?” you sniffle.

“y/n, i’ve been in love with you for like five years. any time i’ve talked about another girl, it was to see whether or not you seemed bothered by it. did you actually think i felt nothing for you?” sunghoon snorts, wiping away a stray tear that rolls down your cheek.

“yeah,” you laugh, feeling a little silly for not knowing he liked you this entire time. “i guess i was blinded by my own emotions.”

“that’s why it made me mad that you were hitting it off so well with that jisung guy,” he holds one of your hands in his lap, caressing your knuckles with his thumb. “i kinda figured you felt the same, but i was starting to doubt it after that.”

“hoon, i was only doing that ‘cause i thought i had no chance with you,” you shake your head. “if you had told me sooner, all of this could’ve been prevented.”

“or if you told me sooner.” he adds with a shrug.

you lightly poke his chest with a playful eye roll. he smiles at you fondly and you think this is perfect. you weren’t expecting the night to go in this direction, but you definitely aren’t complaining. somehow you feel like heeseung is to thank, in an odd way. (you’d never let him know that though.)

“can i kiss you again? for real this time?” sunghoon asks, scooting a little closer to you on the bed.

you nod, leaning into him so you can connect your lips in a sweet kiss. it’s not full of hunger or desire, but it still has that same passion from earlier. it’s loving and it’s everything you’ve ever needed from a kiss with park sunghoon.

you don’t get to indulge in the moment any longer, though, a thud sounding outside your room and hushed voices filtering from under the door. you and sunghoon share a look.

“shut the fuck up, they’re gonna hear us!”

“you’re the one being loud, what are you saying?”

“jake shut your fucking mouth, don’t back talk me.”

“wait why are they quiet?”

“shhh!”

sunghoon scoffs before he opens the door, revealing your friends all gathered in front of it. jake and kai fall forward, ears first. they give you guilty smiles when they realize they’ve been caught, chuckling uncomfortably.

“beomgyu, you owe me five bucks.” heeseung says when he takes notice of the clothes strewn across the room.

nevermind. lee heeseung truly was the bane of your existence.

#im sorry 👁️👄👁️#enhypen x reader #enhypen smut #enha x reader #enha smut #enha sunghoon #enhypen park sunghoon #enhypen sunghoon x reader #enhypen sunghoon smut #park sunghoon x reader #park sunghoon smut #sunghoon x reader #sunghoon smut #yeonjunszn

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louiseintrees · 1 year

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He’s An Idiot If He Isn’t In Love With You Yet

Finally after a long amount of touring everything was at rest for a bit. So, to celebrate our new founded freedom we all went and got drinks. The band, and their lovers and a couple of friends, me falling in the friend category.

At the moment I was sat next to Alexa—who fell into the lovers category—and we both sat looking over the band. Matt sitting with Breana holding her close. And Jamie and Katie sitting together somewhere far away probably planning on going home soon. And Alex talking with Matt as he sipped on his drink.

“So, how long have you known Alex?” Alexa asked looking over at me holding her drink in her hand fiddling with it more than she was drinking it.

“Since the early years of primary school. I used to live in England because of my dad and we met. I’m honestly shocked we’ve lasted this long but I’m not complaining.” I stated looking over her.

“What was he like before the fame? I mean I imagine some things have changed since then, right?” She questioned.

“To be honest with you not much has changed. Less piano playing now, and he’s definitely gotten a bit more anxious but he’s still him.” I stated looking at her.

“He played piano?” She quizzed confusion on her face.

“Yeah until he was eight, did he not tell you?”

“No, I’ve never heard this.” She spoke looking confused still, a bit of disbelief at my statements.

“Yeah he played until he was eight and then he quit, calling it stupid and boring. His teacher was my teacher so we’d always complain about her. She was an old lady Mrs. Anderson and for some reason she really hated Alex, I’m pretty sure it had something to do with when he stole her dog and ran around the neighbourhood with it, but you didn’t hear that from me.” I giggled. “But anyway, he hated her so much and she would always give him hard pieces and then eventually he quit. But I was stuck still taking lessons which was kind of lame but that’s besides the point. When he was younger he had this big crush on some mystery girl he refused to tell me the name of, but he kept practicing pieces for her and then he planned this whole thing and the girl was, Sydney Thompson, and he invited her to his house and played her a piece and then he had his second ever kiss with a girl, it was honestly pretty elaborate for a ten year old. I have to admit.”

Alexa and I laughed together at the story.

“Who was his first kiss?” She questioned.

“Oh…well, me. We were in I think our second year of school together and we thought that it would be smart to practice kissing because we wanted to be prepared but it went as well as six year old could do and after that we agreed kissing was gross and never do it again.” I laughed causing Alexa to giggle along with me.

“I’m glad I get to talk to you, I needed these stories.” She spoke looking over at the boy we were speaking about.

“You know we’re not going to make it.” She said softly enough for me to hear but not enough for people around us to hear.

“What? You an Alex are awesome. You guys are so in love it’s like Katie and Jamie again.” I said wondering where this was coming from.

“Don’t get me wrong I love him and he loves me but we’re living separate lives, and he’s changing, he’s still learning and growing, and I’m far past that stage in my life. And to be honestly after he gets over me if he doesn’t date you I’m simply going to die a salty woman.” She said the whole thing taking me back.

“I’m sorry about that, you guys seemed really perfect, together, you were both really happy.” I spoke trying to ignore the second part of what she said.

“You guys are the epitome of perfect. And this isn’t coming out of a jealous girlfriend. Me and him already are planning a split my stuff is being packed and moved, but you guys are something else. Don’t get me wrong he does love me, but I think he’s got something for you that isn’t so innocently platonic.” She stated with a smile.

“Really?” I said confusion written all over my face.

Alexa laughed and looked at me, “Really. He’s an idiot if he isn’t in love with you yet. If I were him we’d already be married.”

I honestly was speechless, I’ve always had a thing for Alex, who wouldn’t? But no one knew that because I bottled it up. I’m his wingman, and I’ve never felt he’s been interested but her word’s definitely made me think.

“I’m going to head home for the night, it was great talking to you seriously.” She spoke patting my shoulder leaving and saying her goodbyes to Alex.

I watched intently. I didn’t know what they were saying but she was saying goodbye. But there was no hug or kiss. Just a simple goodbye and she left, she left alone. That was very unlike them. I guess they really were splitting.

And now I couldn’t stop thinking. They were seriously breaking up, weren’t they? I thought for sure this was going to be Alex’s end game. I thought I’d be standing at some venue for his wedding soon but I guess I was wrong. And what was all of that he’s an idiot if he’s not in love with you stuff. That was so out of pocket. It felt trippy. Like this wasn’t reality but it was.

“Hey.” Alex spoke taking the seat where Alexa once sat.

“Hey.” I responded not being able to focus properly on him.

“You alright? You seem a bit distracted.” He stated leaning in a bit.

“Alex, are you and Alexa seriously breaking up?” I asked softly, like he would break if I spoke any louder.

His mouth fell slightly agape and he looked down to the floor.

“Did she tell you?” He questioned the energy in his voice depleting into nothing.

“Yeah, yeah she did.” I said softly. I felt I had to say something other than that. I held his hand that sat in the bar top and spoke, “I’m sorry Alex. Truly she was amazing.”

He held my hand back and looked over at it avoiding eye contact with me. He sighed and then started to speak, “It’s okay. I kind of saw it coming.”

“If you need anything call me, okay? Seriously, it sucks when you lose someone like that.”

“I will.” He spoke looking into his glass before looking up at me. “Hey, do you want to get out of here, go somewhere? This place is losing its fun very quickly.”

“Anything with you, Alex.”

#alex turner #alex turner x reader #alex turner arctic monkeys #arctic monkeys

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bookaddict24-7 · 3 months

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REVIEWS OF THE WEEK!

EVERY WEEK I WILL POST VARIOUS REVIEWS I’VE WRITTEN SO FAR IN 2024. YOU CAN CHECK OUT MY GOODREADS FOR MORE UP-TO-DATE REVIEWS HERE.

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76. Legacy by Nora Roberts--⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐️

There's truly something magical about reading a Nora Roberts novel--they're fun, sometimes simple, and a great way to pass the time. I'm starting to notice the formula to her romantic suspense novels, but you know what? I will devour them every time.

LEGACY was a good read with some sweet characters and a really creepy serial killer stalking women and hunting them. This is one thing I think Roberts is a little too good at--creating those creepy evil people stalking and threatening to kill the MC.

I loved the dogs in this and how everything came together at the end. I'm glad I was able to give this one a shot!

Will hopefully read more of her books in March!

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77. Love Me Today by A.L. Jackson--⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐️

I started LOVE ME TODAY because I have found myself craving more romantic suspense and this one fed that craving pretty well. It had the romance, the smut, the mysterious murderer haunting one of the MCs, and the incredibly adorable kid. Also, the single parent trope? Yes, please.

LOVE ME TODAY wasn't anything mind blowing, but it was such a satisfying read. The FMC was someone who wore her heart on her sleeve and was so pure (not in a gross way, just in a "I will love you no matter what" way), that her personality on the page felt very wholesome. She was a great foil for the MMC, who was the epitome of dark, broody, and jaded.

While I did enjoy their romance and their interactions with the tiny human, I thought the nickname the MMC had for the FMC could have been...better, or at least not repeated as much LOL. The spicy scenes were sometimes cringe because of the repetitive use of the nickname.

Really, really enjoyed the murderer reveal. Also, now I want to read the next one in the series because it's another trope I love.

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78. Villain and the Geek by L.C. Davis--⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐️

That ending and the fact that the next one doesn't have a release date yet? Ahhhhh!

These are short, emotional, smutty, and addicting books. I devoured the first series near the end of the year last year and was thrilled to see that this one was coming out so soon after I finished book 1 in the sequel series. I want more! I want to get some answers and I want to see Constantine spoil the hell out of Devon because he deserves that.

I'm not going to lie, I love the whole emotional aspect of this book. It's like a punch to the heart to see how Constantine treats Devon, knowing it's going to bite him in the ass.

I need more and I'm sad the next book is supposedly the final instalment in their story.

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79. The Book of Doors by Gareth Brown--⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐️

Incredible. Absolutely incredible.

I don't know what I was expecting from THE BOOK OF DOORS, but it wasn't the twisty way everything connected. Or the way the characters were written and grew so much with the story. Brown absolutely killed it with this book and I definitely want to keep an eye out for his next books now.

THE BOOK OF DOORS is a book about magic, yes, but also about love, family, friendships, and grief--the power of letting go and how sometimes, even if we have the power to change things, it's sometimes best to leave things as they are because of their impact on us. Brown's book had so much more depth than I was expecting and I'm here still recovering from it all.

The amount of times I was left with my mouth open because of a revelation, or a turn in the storyline? Phew.

I highly recommend this one, even if the friend of the FMC was annoying LOL. She grew, too, as a character, but man I wanted to slap some sense into her LOL.

Definitely add this to your TBR! You may or may not want to cry a couple of times, too.

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80. Fangirl Down by Tessa Bailey--⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐️

FANGIRL DOWN is the first book I've read by Tessa Bailey in a long time and I have to say, I'm both surprised and impressed! I think this is going to be the perfect summer read for anyone looking for a light, quick, and sexy summer read.

The dynamic between the two characters worked fantastically and their communication level was *chef's kiss*. I also appreciated the inclusion of a main character with diabetes. Although I don't have diabetes myself, it was great seeing that representation in a romance novel.

The FMC was a badass, even if she was sometimes stubborn to the point of it being a bit frustrating. I loved how she handled the people around her in her new famous role. I extra loved that any simple issues surrounding that world didn't become any main issues in the book. I liked that Bailey focused on the couple and their growths as people.

I know nothing about golf, so it was interesting reading about a romance that featured it--it was strangely refreshing that it wasn't another hockey, or football romance.

I do recommend this one, if not for the great characters, then for the smutty good times.

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81. Dead in the Family by Charlaine Harris--⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐️

I'll admit that it took me a bit to get back into this universe with DEAD IN THE FAMILY. I think because a lot seemingly happened between the last book and this one. I'm sure there are short stories and novellas, but I didn't read them so jumping into this one was like jumping into a deep end I didn't even know was there.

But when I finally DID get back into this, I actually found myself really enjoying it. Sookie is growing super jaded as she gets older and I'm actually enjoying that because it's more realistic. There's a scene where a character comments that the Sookie from a year ago would drink something without a second thought and now she's all worried. I like this because Sookie has seem some Shit.

I also really liked this one because it dealt a lot with grief and familial connections. ALTHOUGH, this is also creepy af with some of the themes and one new character. That made me incredibly uncomfortable.

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Have you read any of these? What were your thoughts?

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Happy reading!

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thefreakymunson · 1 year

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Jaws (Vessel x Y/N)

TW: Slightly smuty, not overly gross. Unmasked Vessel (no photos, no alternative names - he's just Vessel/Ves.) No gender stereotypical terms used. Y/N is genderless. Word Count: 1,228 A/N: Have i been taken to the dark side? Idk probably. Idk if Sleep Token fanfiction is even a thing yet, but here is a lil something. Will be taking Vessel/iii requests if you have them, please send them my way!

You cherished these quiet moments, getting to watch him work his genius brain silently. He always stayed too late at the studio, way past the time the rest of the band had went home. You slipped inside silently, not wanting to disturb him as he worked, but like the true connection the two of you shared, he turned to face you the moment you stepped inside, a small smile spreading across his handsome face. He watched you for a moment, eyes following you as you walked over to the couch and made yourself comfortable. He took a deep breath, slowly let it out, and turned back to his work at hand. It was a new song, partially written, but he had come up with the beat and needed to lay it down before he lost it. You sat comfortably on the leather couch, watching as he messed with a few buttons on the board, and slowly the hypnotic synth beat filled the room. He was hunched over the sound board, quietly humming to himself. Vessel didn’t allow many people in the studio with him, but he liked having you there. Just you, the bandmates, and the occasional opinion from a producer was all he felt he needed while he was writing and recording the songs for their albums. “You want to hear what we’ve got so far?” He asked without turning to look at you, a grin spreading across your face as you quickly stood up and moved closer to him. You stood behind him, arms draped around his neck as you leaned forward. Your nose brushed against his hair, the scent of his shampoo filling your senses as you closed your eyes. He had sped through a few music filled seconds until it was just the chorus, but before the lyrics started, he turned the swivel chair around and pulled you into his lap, wrapping a arm around your waist, resting his chin on your shoulder before he pressed the play button. Show me those pretty white jaws, Show me where the delicate stops Show me what you lost And why you’re always taking it slow. Show me what wounds you’ve got And show me love.

He sung along to his recorded voice, his breath washing over your ear and you felt yourself lean into him. You turned your head to look at him, but he was staring straight ahead, beautiful eyes set on the equalizer as the instruments kicked in along with his vocals. You pressed a kiss to his jaw, savoring the feeling of his fresh clean skin on your lips as his fingers drummed against your hip. “It’s beautiful, Ves.” You whispered softly, pressing another kiss, “Beautiful…hypnotic…devastating. I can’t wait to hear more of it.” “I’ve had the lyrics for a bit, but the beat came to me this morning when I was leaving, so…” He shrugged as if he hadn’t been piecing together a masterpiece, “It’s nice to have it off the paper.” “Everything you’ve ever touched is great,” You said, watching as his free hand soothed over your thigh. It was embarrassing how needy you were when it came to him. He could look at you a certain way and you were putty in his hands, your body molding to what he needed in any given moment. He pressed a kiss to your shoulder, pulling you flush against him, burying his face in your neck as he sighed softly. “Missed you today, love.” He said, “It’s been a long day.” “It has been a long day,” you sighed softly, “Work was difficult…couldn’t wait to get off to come see you.” He pressed another soft kiss to your shoulder, gently swaying the chair left and right as looked down at you laid against his chest. Today did suck he thought to himself, But they’re here now. His fingers trailed up and down your spine, tickling softly as he moved. The quiet moments like this were your favorite, getting him all to yourself. Within a few weeks, they’d be off on another tour and you wouldn’t see him for months at a time. You were used to it, but for now – you lived for the times where it was just the two of you in a darkened studio room, taking the time to enjoy each other’s company. His adams apple bobbed as he felt your lips trail down to the side of his neck, his ringed fingers coming to hold the back of your head. You moved to straddle his lap, pushing him back into the chair as his hands slid down to cup your ass. He looked up at you, a mix of awe and disbelief. His hands rubbed down your thighs, moving around your body and up under your shirt as you slowly ground yourself against him, iiicting a soft moan from him. You leaned back just enough to rest your forehead against his, washing your eyes down over his handsome face until they landed on his lips. You wanted to take all the hurt away, all the past wrongs and make them right. He was beautiful and he didn’t even know it – he didn’t see himself the way you saw him.

You pressed your lips to his, taking your time to taste him as his lips moved against yours in unison. His hands – god his hands. The way calloused palms scraped over your stomach as his hands moved back under your shirt, making their way to your chest, groping and teasing and warm. He sat up a bit, lips pressing harder into yours as he became desperate.

You leaned back just a bit as he removed your shirt, your eyes locked on his face as he took in the sight of your bare chest.. Lips kissed swollen and red, watching as he pulled his bottom lip between his teeth. His fingers slid up over your now bare skin, pinching over hard nipples as a soft moan fell from your lips. He wasn’t in the mood for tricks and teases, his mouth basically watering to taste every inch of you.

If there was one thing Vessel was, it was passionate. The proof was in his music, but the side no one else got to see was the way he touched you. His hands moved over your body as if you were a gift from whatever god existed, cherishing as he explored. Full lip moving to kiss the places his teeth had sunk into, leaving red bite marks that would turn a deep purple within a few hours on your chest. Your smile was contagious as he smiled back at you, fingers touching and stroking bare skin as he looked up at you, his tongue swiping over his teeth as he laughed – a deep rumble in his chest that vibrated against your own. The sound of keys in the door jolted you back to the present – suddenly remembering where you were and you were half naked in his lap already… “Can’t keep your hands off of me for five minutes, Vessel.” You said teasingly as you slid your shirt back on, “I’ll be back on the couch…for when you’re ready.”

“Love you,” he said, chewing on his bottom lip as he watched you climb off of his lap. “Love you, jerk.” You said, playfully shoving his head forward as you walked past him.

#Vessel #Sleep Token #Vessel Sleep Token #Sleep Token fanfiction #Vessel fanfiction

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19 + phoenix

honestly this prompt got pretty far away from me but i'm hoping a little dose of mavnix atones for my sins. under the cut for M tones. thank you for the prompts my darling and i'm sorry it's taken 3 bloody months to finish them ❤️ Send me a prompt and some characters/ships for a ficlet or drabble

Phoenix + Raw

Maverick comes apart when the world around him stills. This, Phoenix knows, is a near certainty.

She understands why. Neither of them are built to stagnate, and in the desert, movement canters around them in a messy tangle of cranks, pulls, rocks, and groans. He pulls her into the Airstream when the sun’s at its hottest and laughs when her jeans stick to her thighs. She disrupts the peace he finds in between his early morning coffee and the sheets of a newspaper until he’s twitching and slack, nervous to pull his bare skin from the leather upholstery. She pours the cold coffee down the drain, makes them a new pot, and knows that it too will be forgotten.

They work on Maverick’s litany of machines and talk about hops and horror stories and the long roads that got them here. It’s easy. Comfortable.

But night affords them less. It’s then, in a darkness that is cool and quiet, Maverick murmurs against Phoenix’s hair: “I’m meeting Rooster for dinner next Friday.”

Phoenix hums a reply and doesn’t move from Maverick’s chest. She already knows. The date’s been on Mav’s calendar for weeks, written in light-handed lettering bearing little resemblance to the crowd of bold capitals and red sharpie around it. A hesitant hand. A hopeful one.

(They don’t talk about Bradley.)

Phoenix shifts from Maverick’s side to draw a leg over his waist, settling down until she’s on top and flush against him. Maverick’s eyes are boring holes into the ceiling like he’s trying to see the stars and all their fissures through layers of metal. It’s an old look, nothing new or wondrous in it, and it makes Phoenix’s ribs ache.

(He looks like a wayfarer, she thinks. Like a man asking the sky to guide him home.)

She pushes her palms against the sides of his neck, tries to rub away the anxious tic in his jaw with the pad of her thumb. “It’ll be fine Mav,” Phoenix reassures, pressing a kiss to the corner of his mouth. “You’ve got nothing to worry about.”

“Oh, I’ve got plenty to worry about.” Maverick smiles but Phoenix can see no humour in it. Warm hands find her back and fold over one another in long, slow crosses, holding her to him. “It’s been over a decade. That’s a lot of time to bridge. A lot of apologise for.”

It is, but it's not all on Maverick, and it takes everything Phoenix has to bite down on her tongue and stop the scold telling him so. It’s not her place. Whatever needs to run its course between Maverick and Rooster will do so without her intervention, but that doesn’t mean she doesn’t struggle with being on the sidelines.

(They’d talked about this the first time Maverick kissed Phoenix and set her ablaze. Phoenix had been so keen to cut the fuel line at a moment’s notice, so awkward was the fit of her trepidation, but when Maverick gasped her given name against her skin - Natasha - the sound was almost reverent.)

She cants her hips forward and watches his face. Maverick grunts softly, and his eyes flicker towards her. Still intense, still searching, but no longer aimed towards the motionless dark.

“Well, the easiest way to Rooster’s heart is usually through his stomach,” Phoenix tells him, hands dancing up Maverick’s sides, splaying onto his chest to feel at his heart as she pushes herself upright to straddle him. “Take him to a steak place. That’s his favourite.”

“Yeah?”

“Yeah. He orders his steaks so rare they’re practically raw. It’s kind of gross.”

Her words are a concession Phoenix rarely makes. She searches her gut for the immediate pain, a cost to her meddling, but comes up short. And when Maverick sits up to kiss her, smiling in a way that pools his happiness in the creases around his eyes, the thank you in his touch might just be worth it.

They move together in their cramped bed and chase the night's stillness away. Soft at first, a slow hum of contentment pushing and pulling between them like brushing waves at low tide, but they are not quiet people, and sure enough, when Phoenix throws out a spark, she finds fuel.

She rolls her hips and is rewarded by delicious, hard friction. Maverick’s hands map their way to her flanks and she sighs, winding her arms around his neck, trusting him at the controls.

“And where am I taking you Friday after next?” Maverick whispers into her ear. Beneath the rough edge of her own breathing, Phoenix hears the grin of it. His hand slips between them, the cocky bastard, and she laughs.

“Anywhere you want,” she replies, turning her head to catch his mouth with hers.

Anywhere, but first, you better take me to the stars.

#i told you i'd finish all of your prompts eventually ajksjksjksjks #honestly i sat on this forever bc i wanted to do something vaguely more creative than full angst but all i could think of was raw meat #and that's just... not the vibe lol #ANYWAY. anyway. i'm the ihavenoideawhati'mdoing dog meme with this pairing but i hope you like it love!!#death taxes and reiver writing a full on ficlet when she meant to write 200-ish words #mavnix #pete maverick mitchell #natasha phoenix trace #top gun fanfiction #reiverwrites #prompt fill #top gun maverick #monlcabarbaro

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carakook · 3 months

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Honey boo are you doing well?

How are you?

Please dont overwork yourself!!

OK LONG RAMBLE INCOMING ABOUT BLOOM BUT: This is so damn sweet. Not gonna lie, I’m a bit stressed out, and I nearly teared up when reading this because it’s so sweet that someone checked on me. You lil Angel!!! 🥲

If you care to know the long version of what happened to chapter 5 and why it’s so late, read below, if not, tldr is that I had to rewrite chapter 5 but it is coming I pinky promise. 🥲

I have avoided making an update on what happened with Bloom because it has me STRESSED and IRRITATED. I didn’t want to make it seem as if I was avoiding uploading chapter 5 and can’t stick to a schedule, because I fucking hate empty promises and being late. Especially since I have said I would upload it like twice now and haven’t. 🥲

Bloom Chapter 5 is still very much alive, however, I did not write it as a draft on Wattpad like I normally do. This is where I feel I fucked up badly. I integrated Bloom and Metamorphosis both into word documents so that I could have it all in front of me to reference as I write. Chapter 5 was finished (and nearly 16k words long), and I was planning on uploading it last Saturday at 11am central time. All I had to do was grammar check it.

As I was grammar checking it Friday night, my computer froze, and when I turned it back on it was not working at all. It would turn back on, and then it would freeze again shortly after. I could barely even open the browser. This was an issue not only because I was using it to write, but because that’s the laptop that I use for my job as well. I’m not very tech savvy so I had to do a bunch of googling and went as far as contacting my ex when trouble shooting everything google said didn’t work, (ew fucking gross holy shit EW!!! But he’s a computer nerd and I didn’t know who else to go to!) and he told me I needed to factory reset it and re-install windows and that should fix it.

I was unaware that in doing this, all of my files would be deleted if not backed up. And they were not backed up recently. I’m also pretty sure there was an option to keep the files I had on my computer but I didn’t pay attention when resetting it and reinstalling windows, I just clicked the buttons and hoped for the best. That’s my own damn fault. I was in a rush to fix it because I was panicking.

You can probably guess the rest. After resetting my computer, I found out that the most recent backup was when Bloom Chapter 5 was only 5K words long. And I tried for literal hours to see if there was a way to recover the file. But I couldn’t. Not only was Bloom affected, but Metamorphosis too. My computer is fixed now thank god, but I lost a good chunk of my work.

Metamorphosis was originally a reader x JK fic, but I wanted to change it because, as I stated in the poll, it’s a fic that is very specific and I don’t think a lot of readers could really relate to the MC. So I had to go in and edit the entire chapter and rewrite it to reflect that, and I also ended up adding things to the first chapter. But after the shit that happened to my computer, barely any of it is edited in the word document that’s backed up.

This was all very frustrating for me because not only did I have to re-write chapter 5 of Bloom but I also am going to have to re-edit metamorphosis.

I’m sure this could’ve been avoided some how but I was paranoid about my computer not being fixed in time for my job. I rely on it to work, without it I literally can’t do my job. And I have bills to pay. So I kinda freaked out and did this all very carelessly.

This is all on top of the irl stress going on in my life.

My point in this ramble is that I’m sorry Bloom Chapter 5 isn’t out yet. I have been rewriting it slowly since this happened last week, but it was kind of discouraging because I was really proud of what was written. But it’s ok!! As I’ve been rewriting it I’ve added some details that weren’t there before and sort of reformatted how the chapter goes. So it will still be just as good. And it’s almost done, I’m just working on the last parts of it.

Metamorphosis I haven’t touched. I’ve been focusing on trying to finish this chapter of Bloom before touching anything else because I know y’all are excited about it, I am too. I love writing Bloom but this kinda just made me ☹️

I’m sorry I haven’t been on schedule (lol I announced the schedule and didn’t stick to it, wtf), normally I’m very on time when I set a schedule for something, I’m rarely late. But I promise after chapter 5 comes out, it’ll be more consistent. And I’m making sure this isn’t happening again, I liked using word documents because I had every chapter in one place, but I’m not doing that shit again. I have actually just moved chapter 5 to a tumblr draft and am working on it there, because as soon as I write the last word I’m uploading it, and it won’t be lost that way if something happens to my dumb ass laptop. 😭

I’m sorry guys. I don’t wanna disappoint anyone. But I’m working on it I promise. And thank you for checking on me to who wrote this ask, you don’t know how sweet that is or how much it means to me. Irl I’m kind of a hermit, I don’t have many friends and I’m not super close to my family, and I work at home as I’ve stated before so I don’t go out much. So no one checks on me really. So thank you, really. I love you. 😭💜

After posting this, I’m working on finishing chapter 5. The moment it is finished I’m uploading it. I wanted to post this because seeing this ask made me feel better about explaining why it’s so late, and also I didn’t want you guys thinking I just wasn’t going to upload it. Anyways… I won’t make promises but I’m hoping to have it finished tonight and posted tomorrow night. Fingers crossed. 🤞

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Love everything you've written so far sm!! I noticed Kyoya from ohshc in the list of char you like 👁👁 do you think you could give us your burping/stuffing headcanons for him??

Oh absolutely I do dear anon, I’ve been a Kyoya stan for many years now so I’ve had a lot of time to think about it hehe

THIS IS KINK CONTENT, DON’T READ IF YOU DON’T LIKE IT

Okay so this one is basically canon but he absolutely HATES burping in front of other people

So much so that the only two people that have heard him burp (besides when he was a baby) are Tamaki and Fuyumi and that’s only because they’re the two people that are closest to him (and possibly haruhi)

Fuyumi is honestly just because she’s always hanging out in his room

Like where else is he gonna burp y’know

He’s gotten pretty comfortable with Fuyumi actually

If they’re hanging out in his room and he feels like he needs to burp he’ll just release the burp into his fist, mutter a “s’cuse me”, and continue with what he was doing

And Fuyumi usually responds by either chuckling and rating his burp or by yelling “GROSS KYO!”

If she responds with the latter he usually just flips her off without even looking up from what he was doing

If he’s feeling particularly cheeky that day he might even let out another burp (open mouthed this time) after flipping her off

To which she’ll usually laugh and throw a pillow or something at him

He lets his true personality out around her more often than not

As for Tamaki, Kyoya absolutely did not mean to burp in front of him the first time it happened

About a year into their friendship (so when they were high school first years) they were sat in the music room working on preparations for the host club and they decided to order some tea

But they accidentally got their cups switched

Except Kyoya is lactose intolerant and Tamaki is not

So Tamaki’s tea messed Kyoya’s stomach up real bad

It bloated up with gas within minutes of him ingesting the first bit of milk

Kyoya figured out what was going on pretty early and he desperately tried to hold the gas in but Tamaki is Tamaki. He eventually clapped Kyoya on the back good natured-ly without realizing what was about to happen

Suffice to say Kyoya proceeded to let out a belch that could put a 6’6 drunken competitive eater to shame

Tamaki was FLABBERGASTED

He just stood there in shock for a good 30 seconds

Kyoya was absolutely mortified of course

He immediately launched into a tirade of “please excuse me”, “I have no idea what came over me”, etc.

After Tamaki gets over his shock he’d burst into laughter and start complementing Kyoya on how “legendary” he thought that was

I don’t think Kyoya would get super comfortable burping in front of Tamaki after just that but eventually he’d grow more comfortable than before

Not the the point he’s at with Fuyumi but if he had to burp in front of Tamaki he’d probably just stifle it as best as he could, excuse himself, and then move on

He really wouldn’t mind too much if it was just the two of them

Lol honestly i like to think that if they were hanging out outside of school without any other witnesses around he’d just let them fly

Sometimes Tamaki is genuinely worried for his friend

Some of the burps that explode out of Kyoya’s throat sound genuinely painful

Usually they aren’t though so Tamaki’ll be like “umm you okay kyoya??’ And Kyoya’s like “yeah??? Scuse me??”

Tamaki definitely told the rest of the host club that kyoya could easily beat them all in a burping contest but none of them believe him

I don’t think he’s a particularly gassy person

Like he doesn’t burp terribly often

But when he does get bloated it’s intense

Once the first burp escapes he usually can’t stop burping until it’s all out of his system

As i touched on earlier he’s lactose intolerant so he absolutely avoids dairy at all costs

Bc god forbid he burps in front of other people

He’d never recover

Also his tummy doesn’t handle fast food well

Rich boy problems

When he eats fast food he gets the super long, rolling belches

It’s the grease

So after Kyoya got home after “Kyoya’s reluctant day out” poor kid locked himself in his room for the rest of the night so he could let all the burps out of his system in peace

I don’t think he’s particularly into stuffing but he does have a considerably large appetite

That’s actually canon if you look at the pile of crab legs

The camera pans over to him for about a second right after Tamaki yells at Haruhi

His pile of crab legs was just as large (if not larger) than hers

In conclusion: Kyoya can pack away a lotta food lol

I also like to think he was letting out a quiet burp into his napkin during that pic hehe

#burping #eructophilia #belching #ouran high school host club #ohshc #kyoya ootori

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Invincible is pretty great.

So, I recently finished Invincible and I really enjoyed it. Most of the characters and character dynamics were fun and well-written. The Greysons are very believable as a family so that everything that transpires between them feels more natural and impactful. The dramatic moments work really well, and I appreciate this show actually delving into the more traumatic aspects that would naturally come with superheroing. Most elements brought into the show also have satisfying payoff and reincorporations, so most of the things that feel like they’re happening just to happen actually do have a purpose in the overall narrative. The humor is far more hit than miss. The performances are fantastic, and the animation is decent. This is also the only time I’ve ever agreed with Prime’s 18+ rating. Believe me when I say this show is NOT for kids.

There aren’t too many cons I have here except:

1) Amber. Is insufferable. 2) While the violence typically serves a purpose, there are times where, the point has been gotten across and it becomes a bit unnecessary and overbearing. 3) William’s personality is basically just T H E G A Y F R I E N D. His very first interaction with Mark establishes this very clearly and it’s just kind of sad. He gets a tiny bit more personality as he gets more screentime, but this is still what he boils down to. His grief when Rick gets kidnapped is hard to believe when the only traits he liked about Rick that he listed beforehand are all physical. (Go ahead and pretend he’s straight and describing a girl and you’ll see why I find it so gross, if you don’t already.) I’m actually not even sure why he and Mark are friends. They have zero common interests (at least none that we see during any of the eight episodes) and half of William’s dialogue when he’s with Mark is talking about how hot guys are while the other half is being sassy/snarky (mostly towards Mark). He’s not exactly toxic, but I don’t understand why he chooses to hang out with Mark and vice versa when they have no common ground. It feels like he’s there solely to give Mark a “funny/snarky best friend” instead of having any actual thought put into their friendship or William’s character. 4) The pop songs are VERY hit or miss. I won’t be getting the soundtrack any time soon.

I hope season 2 brings the same quality to the table and maybe even improves William’s character and makes Amber tolerable.

#invincible #amazon prime

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Soft & Quiet (2022)

I’ve always said that I’m a fan of the horror genre, but the truth is, I just like scary movies. I want to be scared, terrified, frightened... not horrified. But there’s not really a sub-genre that encompasses “movies that are scary”, one- because any genre can be scary, and two- because we all have different thresholds of “scary”.

I started seeing Soft & Quiet make the rounds among horror youtubers and tiktokers late last year, many of the reviews were light on details, they were of the “it’s better to go in blind” variety. I had a vague idea of the premise going in but that was all. I was a little dubious but the reviews generally seemed positive, several threw around superlatives like “best horror film of 2022″ and I figured what the heck, maybe there’s was a good opportunity for subverting expectations and all that jazz.

This movie is not scary in the “scary movie” sense. Which is fine, right? I mean even most scary movies aren’t really scary. (Are any of them really, truly scary at all?) Some horror fans want to be grossed out, others shocked, it’s all down to what feelings you want to experience during those 90 to 120 minutes of entertainment. So yeah, it’s not scary, it is horrifying. It’s a horror film in the purest and most technical of senses. Did I enjoy it? God no.

Some spoilers follow...

The set up is sinister, and I saw some potential in the first 20 minutes or so, but much of the movie just felt like trauma porn. Not extreme enough to be noteworthy trauma porn in a Serbian Film or Trauma (2017) kind of way, nor outlandish enough to be comical trauma porn in a The Sadness kind of way. Just plain old trauma.

I’m fully accepting that there’s nuance here that is beyond me, and that there’s something here that’s just not FOR me. The writer/director is a woman of color, and some of the film is bases on her own experiences (dear god). I would say that for some people, there’s going to be a backdrop of real life memories and trauma that will comingle with the terror of the film in a way that makes for a very different viewing experience, and I hesitate to critique in a way that may sound dismissive of those experiences. So to be clear, when I review any movie/book/etc, it’s based on my personal reaction and enjoyment. I’m no expert critic and I know very little about actual professional graduate level media analysis...

... but to me Soft & Quiet is... just about a bunch of racist white ladies who have some wine and then commit a hate crime. I’m not struck with any deeper meaning, and it doesn’t read as horror to me, anymore than a re-enactment of any other hate crime pulled from a newspaper or history book would. No twists and turns, no psychological exploration, no subverting of anything- just cold, hard, unflinching brutality. And maybe that’s the point? I’m sure there’s a thoughtful analysis out there that picks up everything I missed, and I may go searching for it.

Critics don’t agree with me, though, it seems this one is doing pretty well as far as I can tell, but for me it’s a massive thumbs down.

What it is: concise, extremely well shot, edited, and acted

What it isn’t: scary, especially original

Entertaining: 2/10

Scary: 0/10

Gory: 2/10

Common triggers: sexual assault, racism, sexism, antisemitism, homophobia, general white supremacy/nazi symbols and ideologies, mentions of infertility, alcohol

Soft & Quiet was written and directed by Beth de Araújo and filmed over 4 days

#soft & quiet #horror #horror reviews #beth de araújo #the editing alone may be enough of a reason to check it out though #the whole film looks like one long take

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1560

Do you own any knee-high boots? No, not my style. I was really into them as a teenager, but since I live in a super conservative country I couldn’t really wear them in public unless I was confident enough to survive all the inevitable stares. At some point though I grew out of the look.

Do you like swimming in lakes? No. Lakes are not common here to begin with.

Have you ever tubed down a river? I don’t know what this means but in any case I’ve never hung around rivers much; we don’t have lots of them here, either.

Have you ever kissed a dog on the mouth? Plenty of times. Doesn’t gross me out for the most part.

Are you accident prone? Quite, yeah. For some reason I always happen to knock over drink-filled glasses around my co-workers, so that’s been an inside joke and they ceaselessly give me shit about it. Outside of that I’m just generally clumsy.

How many squares of toilet paper do you use at a time? 5-6 at most.

Have you ever had acupuncture done to you? Nope. Needles – automatic no.

Are you a menace to society? Uh, I wouldn’t go ahead and say that.

Do you eat regurgitated bee food? Almost never.

Do you play hopscotch? Not these days, but I definitely liked drawing on the ground and playing it as a kid. In the Philippines we call it piko :)

Are you jealous of beautiful people? I’m envious largely towards the pretty privilege that undoubtedly comes easy to them, not so much their physical looks.

Are you foolish and naive? I can be pretty naïve and innocent still, yes.

Do you play with the food on your plate? No.

Do you know any eunuchs? Uh, I don’t think so.

When you were born was the umbilical cord wrapped around your neck? As far as I know, no.

Drums or flute? Drums.

What do you dread? The scenario of never resigning from my current job. Man, I really need to get that done sometime in the foreseeable future lol.

What do you look forward to? In the short-term, Tuesday - my dad is coming home and I got assigned to pick him up from the airport, so I’ve finally gotten a valid reason to file a leave ;)

Have you ever taken a mud bath? I haven’t. Sounds like something I’d love to try at least once!

Can you twist your tongue upside down? what about sideways? Sideways, sure. I tried doing upside down now but my tongue just ended up hurting, lol.

Have you ever tried to photograph a ghost? No.

Do you have nude photos of yourself posted on the internet? No.

Do you have a guilty conscience? About some things, yes.

Would you enter a burning building to save a kitten? If I feel like they were accessible enough/there’s enough time to get back in there and pick the kitten up, yes.

Are you considered “normal”? I consider myself as pretty basic, yep. The whole “I’m not like other girls” narrative is a huge fuckin bore anyway.

Do you want to skydive? Only if I had an expert strapped to my back and if they were handling absolutely everything, and all I had to do was scream and have fun lol.

Matthew, Mark, Luke, or John? If we’re talking just name preferences, Luke. But if we’re talking about the four Gospels, I used to be intrigued by John’s the most since his was written much differently than the others.

Do you like avocados? I actually do, yes.

Have you ever been told that you talk too much? No. I feel like I’d take that personally and that such remark would stick, but since nothing comes mind then my guess is I haven’t been told this.

What’s the worst name you’ve ever been called? Don’t feel like racking such bad memories in my head.

Do you like to party? Sure, as long as the crowd is alright, the music is great, and I’m with people I’m comfortable with. Parties can be so dull if even one of these things is off.

Do you like to clean? The process itself can be tiring but the end result makes it worth it.

What did you learn today? Jin is gonna be on Running Man, heh heh. I’ve always been more of a 2 Days 1 Night girl, but I’m excited nonetheless! I’m so happy he’s gotten to be in variety shows before enlisting; he’s always been a natural at them.

Have you ever been hazed by an upperclassmen? Nah.

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now that I’ve gone through the entire tag (some pages twice) it’s time to settle down and sort through the one thousand, eight hundred (!!!!) works in my marked for later. not-so-quick note on my personal preferences, and what you can expect to be included or excluded from my rec list

so, in general my favorite fanfic tropes can be categorized as hurt/comfort and angst with a happy ending. as reflected from the source material, I read and may recommend works containing graphic, disturbing, or potentially triggering content, including writing related to sexual assault, grief/mourning, trauma, and suicide. I will summarize each work, but please note the tags and warnings on any fic listed here if that’s a concern for you.

on the flipside, I do not read works that end unhappily - all these end hopefully at the very least. no main characters will die who aren’t already dead in canon, wx will always be together or getting there (or, in the case of sad flashback-era fics, will eventually get there), and many of these works reflect themes of healing, recovery, and finding peace. I’ll make note of any exceptions, but there are pretty strong preferences for me, so there won’t be many. and I like sweet and fluffy things too, as well as humor and interpersonal drama and worldbuilding and action - there will be a mix of various types or works

this is an 18+ rec list! explicit works will be on here in any category. additionally, what else the author has written may or may not affect whether I rec something, but I’ll make a note if I know there’s an issue. I also can’t guarantee all authors will be vetted, but I can make a note for authors whose works I trust completely not to be weird or gross

fics recommended in this list are guaranteed NOT to have the following, and please let me know if I mistakenly included anything containing them:

pedophilia/csa, teacher/student relationship, sexual ageplay, or any couple with a canon age gap (even nhs with mxy, or lxc with jc)

incest, including wwx with jc, and jin ling with lzs (the canon incest may be mentioned, but I find that comes up rarely in works I read)

romanticized rape (incl. sex under duress or when unable to consent); everything under the umbrella of ‘noncon’, ‘dubcon’, fuck or die, sex pollen, sex curses, drunk sex scenes, warprize, nonconsensual (or even consensual) somnophilia, necrophilia, etc - unless treated as a traumatic experience - I have several SA recovery works bookmarked and in my MFL

*note on novel ‘canonical kinks’ - a couple of fics do obliquely reference rape fantasy, but they’re few and far between, and there are no actual scenes depicting it. I will mark them so readers will know

abusive wwx or lwj (or anyone not already abusive)

dark!wwx or lwj (🙄)

xy/xxc unless it’s treated as fucky

genderbends/cisswap

fics feminizing wwx - some gray area since he’s gnc in the novel and I really do like seeing that explored; there is one exception to this rule and it will be marked

RPF

A/B/O

cop AUs

CEO wwx or lwj (except for parody)

character x reader

h*rry p*tter

asexual or demisexual wwx and/or lwj: I don’t have an issue with any other characters being aro or ace but they just didn’t come up very often

plus more that I habitually avoid and assume everyone following me does too, but I’m drawing a blank rn. feel free to message me to add more

due to personal preference, there will be also be no, or very little of the following:

crossovers

meet-cutes, hook-ups, breakup fics (even if they get back together), friends with benefits, fake dating/relationship

self inserts

reincarnation

soulmate AUs

age regression (even if non-sexual)

camboy/stripper/sex worker/brothel/courtesan AUs (they’re usually awful but I do have one exception)

kinky stuff besides bdsm. not what I’m here for

*bdsm fic is not something I particularly seek out or enjoy, but since it’s kind of unavoidable so you can expect a fair amount of that

*like I really dislike reading orgasm delay/denial but it’s everywhere so *shrug*

*spanking and more specific kinks like petplay, watersports, inflation, tentacle shit, etc. will not show up since I don’t like them

any reference to the PM kiss unless it’s treated with the gravity is should be

time travel

youtube/socmed, high school, robots/androids, sports, office, assassin, spy, royalty, science fiction, idol, shapeshifting, reality tv, celebrity, mafia, actor, professor, military, or fairy tale AUs

significant canon divergence AUs

significant fix-its

junior-centric (and anything where they’re shipped with each other or anyone else)

fics over 3 chapters (with a handful of exceptions)

Hanahaki disease

mpreg: obviously trans men and and do get pregnant, but I’m wary of anything tagged mpreg since generally speaking, this type of fic is quite weird about trans men. also some mpreg is literally about cis men getting pregnant which like...???

threesomes...sorry, there are just no good ones that people write very much about

podfics/video format

fics that try to pretend like myu was a good mother lmao

I have the tag ‘oblivious wwx’ blacklisted so that might tell you something

if jc is there, people are probably bullying him, but I dislike fics written by jc haters as much as by uncritical jc fans

drawn-out miscommunication for the sake of romantic angst. super annoying

juniors shipping wx 🙄

I have ‘possessive lwj’ blacklisted but this is also something else that’s sort of everywhere; if it’s present it’s either recognized as a flaw and well-controlled, or isn’t very significant

also, the only couples I really read about or rec are

wx (number one, baby - most other couples are usually background sorry but nothing overshadows Them)

mianqing

yanqing (MAYBE)

songxiao

xuanli

nielan (background only)

xiyao (as a toxic or past relationship only)

cssr/wcz (background only)

ONE instance of wq/jc

one-sided nhs/wwx

yaoyang lmao

wq/wwx, sexually but not romantically. like platonic BM-era comfort sex

+ random one-offs like wlj/wq, jc/jzx, and others, perhaps (??)

if you’re still reading, thanks <3

#ficblogging #save #I initially said 'a quick note' but uhh it wasn't

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Running Up That Hill

I just finished part one of Stranger Things 4 and i am upset. This season was so f*cking good, man. Like, the first episode, alone, was better than the entirety of season three. Honestly, there as a noticeable decline in the narrative quality from season to season. The first one was epic as f*ck, everything a kid like me who was raised on Spielberg and King could want. The nostalgia hit hard, even though I'm a mid-Eighties baby, which is testament to the authenticity of that Duffer vision. Season two had it’s highs but some pretty disparate lows. Obviously, i love the fact the Max (she’s my favorite character) was introduced and the Mindflayer is a straight up menace. Season three was a goddamn mess. It was disjointed, felt rushed, and disappointed at the end. It remains to be seen if season four can stick the landing but, so far, this thing is the best the show has been since the first season, hands down. Now, this isn’t a proper review as we still haven’t seen the last two episodes but this is more just me gushing over what i love about part one.

Mad Max

Bro, Max’s arc, so far, is everything to me! Maxine Mayfield is easily the most complex, complete, character in this show and you can fight me about that sh*t all day! The journey she’s been in part one has been a straight up roller coaster of emotion, something that has been missing from this show for years. It helps tremendously that Sadie Sink gives this character so much life. She’s a great actor and, after seeing her in Fear Street, i am looking forward to whatever she got in the pipeline.

Papa Steve

Steve continues to the be GOAT of this show. He finally made his way into the Upside-Down and had a whole goddamn experience. Steve being the group dad is the perfect dynamic for him, one that i have been in strong support of since the second season where he took Dustin under his wing. That relationship, on it’s own, is the most endearing sh*t in this entire show.

New Blood

I gotta say, i am absolutely taken with the two new cast members, Eddie and Argyle. Two completely different characters but, at the same time, absolute peaches. Argyle is the Spicoli Stoner archetype missing from this Eighties homage and Eddie is that weird outlier who has a heart of gold. I tend to gravitate toward those characters because that’s kind of who i was when i was in high school, more an amalgamation of the two.

Malice Incarnate

Vecna is a whole as vibe. Dude really reminds me of the villain from The Keep, Molasar. Stranger Things has always had strong villains and monsters but this cat Vecna is on an entirely different level. He’s the Vader to El’s Obi-wan. She literally created this monstrosity be banishing Henry Creel to the Upside-Down where the Mindflayer was able to sink it’s tendrils into him. While I'm on the subject, as menacing as Vecna is, it’s Henry that really gets under my skin. That motherf*cker is a straight up ghoul and the way Jamie Campbell Bower plays cat is just... Insidious. F*cking brilliant but gross.

Growth

The character work, so far, is the best I've seen in this show. It helps that the kids are all varying degrees of grown and can deliver solid performances among themselves. Millie Bobby Brown has always been pretty great at her job but Finn Wolfhard has come a LONG way. Noah Shnapp has finally been allowed to do more than being a Damsel in Distress and Gaten Matarazzo continues to shine as the best of the main cast. I already mentioned my love for Sadie Sink and even Caleb McLaughlin has gotten much better, though, he’s still the weakest of the main kids. Obviously, Joe Keery is the GOAT, but Maya Hawke, Natalie Dyer, and even Charlie Heaton, who i always thought was the weakest of the supporting cast, delivers the best work I've seen him do so far in his career.

Modern Mythology

More than that, the writing is, for lack of a better term, pure kino. This season is easily the best written of all four and that’s saying a lot because i marveled at how well that first run went. To weave so many different narratives together, while carrying older characters and introducing new ones along the way, using real world events like the Satanic Panic to frame some of the best pathos I've seen out of a Netflix show, is a herculean task but the Duffers are delivering in spades. The sh*t with El, the sh*t with Max, Vecna running loose in the Upside-Down juicing people of their psychic energy, Eddie being framed for murders, the California Crew doing their thing on the other side of the country, that kind of half-baked Russia plot; To juggle all of these plot lines so well, and execute them with a confidence not seen in US film outside of the MCU, is f*cking impressive.

Again, this is not a review of the show as a whole, just my initial impression of Part One. We have to wait until the first of July to see if they can stick the landing but i am confident the Duffers will deliver. This season feels different, like they had the time to really create something special as opposed to chasing trends or popularity. Stranger Things is back in a big way and, if i have to wait another three years or so to get Stranger Things 5 after this season ends, so be it. If that sh*t is as tight as four, i will wait as long as necessary because i am reveling in this season right now.

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SOTW...ish

My brain continues to fight me on...just about everything, lately, but all three series have their next parts very much in progress, so here’s a cheater cheater story of the week: a peek at what’s coming. Featuring Robbie paying a for real compliment without even one backhand, Jared being totally reasonable how dare you imply otherwise, and Scratch in bed (but not having fun there :( )

“You’re my best friend,” Joey says.

“Not sure if you’re talking to me or the vodka soda,” Owen says. “Though I suppose it doesn’t matter: either way it’s not true.”

“I hope Scratch is okay,” Joey says.

“He texted you less than an hour ago,” Owen says. “Saying he was okay.”

He actually said ‘am oke’. Then ‘sleps’. Which isn’t quite the same. But he sounded okay, if a little out of it, on the phone when Joey called to follow up on what the fuck ‘sleps’ meant — it meant sleep, written like a very sleepy person — and he promised Joey he was just going to stay in bed, and double promised he wouldn’t attempt stairs before Joey got home.

“I wonder if Scratch has attempted stairs,” Joey says. “Stop smiling at me like that.”

“I can’t smile at you?” Owen says.

“No!” Joey says.

“Why aren’t you mad about this?” Jared asks.

“Julius is a nice young man,” his mom says.

“He is not,” Jared says. Julius is many things. He is not nice.

“You know what I mean by nice, Jared,” his mom says. “I like him. Your dad likes him. You like him.”

“No I don’t,” Jared says.

“Jared,” his mom says. “You love Julius. You brought him home for Christmas.”

“Out of the kindness of my heart,” Jared says.

“You brought someone you don’t like for Christmas out of the kindness of your heart,” his mom says. “And invited him to your wedding. One of the very few guests not related to you or Bryce. Out of the kindness of your heart.”

“Yes,” Jared says.

His mom snorts.

“Hey!” Jared says.

“Obviously you like him, or he wouldn’t be one of your closest friends,” his mom says. “And since you’re choosy about who you’re friends with, that means a lot. You have extremely good taste in friends, when you bother to make them.”

Jared picks at his sweats.

“Right?” his mom says.

He can’t exactly say that he has bad taste in friends. His friends are excellent people, or they wouldn’t be his friends.

“You didn’t think much of my taste when it was Bryce,” Jared says.

“And we were wrong,” his mom says, and then, before he can gloat, “Because our judgment was clouded by emotion due to our love and concern for you.”

He can’t disagree with that either, because she’s doing a self-drag to drag him. And she’s right. About the self-drag.

“Gross, love,” Jared says.

“I won’t tell Erin you love her, I promise,” his mom says.

“I thought the coolest thing in the world would be to win a Cup with you,” Robbie says.

Georgie pushes his foot into the ground, sets the swinging chair rocking, the world around him too. Bad idea: it makes it very clear just how drunk he is, the swooping vertigo as they rock, worsened by the dark of the backyard around them, the only solid things either too far to be anything but silhouette. That or Robbie’s face, patchy-bearded, more shadow than anything, even from the other side of the bench.

“I mean,” Georgie says. “It’s still pretty cool, even if you were stuck doing it with me.”

“That’s not what I mean,” Robbie says, sounding exasperated. Georgie doesn’t know why. It’s hard to take it any other way. Every other word out of Robbie’s mouth for years has been an insult. Not that Georgie’s counting.

Georgie digs the toe of his shoe into the ground, and they swing to a lurching, nauseous stop.

“So what are you saying,” he says.

“I don’t know,” Robbie says. “I’m still glad, I guess. That it’s with you. Best D-partner I’ve ever had.”

“And it’s not even close,” Georgie agrees.

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Can u please be nicer on ao3? Maybe you should try answering people's comments

when i read the first line i was honestly flabbergasted and wracking my brain trying to figure out when in the world i wasn't nice on ao3 ever. because i honestly truly try to be nice to everyone always, even when i'm angry or frustrated or people are going after those i love and want to protect. if there was a time i WASN'T nice on ao3, i wondered if it was maybe because my comment had been misunderstood or someone saw me razzing an author i'm good friends with and they didn't get that we are close and i said what i did with so much love and appreciation, you know? like what??? did i do???

but then i read your second line. and please forgive me if i come off as rude in my response to this, because honestly i'm in a pretty bad spot mentally and emotionally in general right now, but PARTICULARLY today, and this ask triggered an anxiety response in me. so. i'm trying really hard to word this in a way to educate without being condescending or mean, but i might not succeed.

firstly, thank you for your comments i'm assuming you've left. i'm also assuming they were nice comments, in which case extra thanks. i'm sure i'll send you effusive responses on ao3 when the time comes.

secondly, please understand that sending an ask like this, on anonymous no less, is incredibly entitled. writing is not my profession, i receive no compensation for my works that i post for free online, and as a part of that it is not required of me to respond. i do my very best to reply to every comment i receive, but it is not always in a timely manner, because i have other priorities in my life. all of which leads us to my third point, which is:

writers do not owe you a reply to your comments. end of. there are no other qualifications or quantifying modifiers to be added to the statement. is it nice to be acknowledged and know your comment was seen? sure. but do they OWE you one? hell no.

in fact, i'd like to offer you a suggestion. a way of tweaking your thinking about the comments you leave on fics. instead of looking at comments you leave as being something that deserves a reply from the author, think of your comments as your way of paying the author for the gift of their time and talents that they have shared with you by posting their fic. that's how i think of the comments i leave for authors. i'm giving them my thanks for the words they've shared! i want to help THEM feel as amazing as they have made ME feel when i read their fic. in fact, my hope isn't necessarily a response from them, but instead my hope is THE GIFT OF THEM SHARING MORE FIC WITH ME. i'm a selfish bitch in that way and i always want all the fic to read. i never want that well to go dry. one way i can ensure that doesn't happen is by supporting authors and being kind to them and spreading all the love and excitement i can about their writing in the hopes that my words will inspire them to share more.

because whether they reply or not, i GUARANTEE they are seeing your comments. i PROMISE they are. and for all you know, your comment might be the one that keeps them writing even when their words aren't coming easily or when they are tempted to give up.

but, again, please remember that no matter what, these authors (including me) don't actually owe you anything.

the rest of this is going under a cut, because honestly my reply is already far too long and i have a LOT more to say now that you've gotten me started.

now, all of this in mind, i'll explain to you why i'm not great with keeping up with comments made on my fics the last couple of years. i don't owe you this explanation any more than i owe you a response to your comments, and i'm honestly not sure you deserve this explanation either, but i'll still offer it anyway. it'll help me feel better knowing i at least put this out there, whether you care or not, mainly because if i don't do that it will cause me greater anxiety having you possibly think i am not responding to people because i feel all high and mighty or that i think i'm better than the comments or whatever the fuck kind of motivation you're attributing to me to see my lack of a response as something "not nice" towards the commenters.

i'm not sure if you've noticed, but i put out a lot of fic. like a lot. a lot of words and shit. i love writing, it's often my therapy and a way for me to help keep my anxiety and depression and ptsd at bay.

now, more personal shit for you, i've got three kids ages 9 and under. the oldest has adhd which we have yet to find a med for that helps to the extent she needs without side effects that aren't healthy for her to continue with, she also has anxiety, AND she's extremely gifted and starting a new program at a new school, all in the midst of a pandemic. and all of those situations exacerbate her anxiety! huzzah! she's also dealing with the beginning of her tween growing up shit, which is great fun because it means where she used to be pretty damn understanding of her younger brother, she is finding it much more difficult to. because the second oldest? he's autistic with some pretty significant gross motor, speech, and socialization delays that have only been exacerbated because of the previously mentioned pandemic. PLUS he transitioned from his special needs preschool to a fully integrated elementary school for kindergarten last year and then had to deal with all the ups and downs of the switch from e-learning to hybrid to all in schooling when everything in him screams for a normal schedule he can rely on to keep his own anxieties and fears and struggles at their minimum. and that youngest child? he was born in january of last year. he STILL barely leaves the house and has only met other children in close range a couple of times because, once again, pandemic!

add onto all of this my own mental health issues, the fact that my husband ALSO battles major clinical depression, adhd, and anxiety, AND we live with my parents who have their own health issues, both mental and physical. i run the home for our house of seven. i keep this place functioning, fed, clothed, clean, and everywhere we need to be for all of our five million appointments every. fucking. day. there is a REASON i've been borderline burnt out for the last fucking year and a half.

now, for fun, i have fandom shit. i love it here, even if it is a dumpster fire on the best of days, and getting to be a part of the writing community is so very lovely. i adore it. honestly, it's because of those friendships i've built with other writers that i have been able to keep writing and have found just how helpful it can be for my mental health. but i'm REALLY. INCREDIBLY. BUSY. i hardly have time to get on tumblr for just a quick swipe through my dash most days. i put off asks so long i forget i have them. i don't have the mental and emotional capacity to talk to people on here or interact fully a lot of the time. but i do my best to do so and be kind while i'm at it even when i don't want to be.

then, on top of that? i also run fic fests like @wordplayfics and help friends run their own. because not only am i a writer, i'm a reader. i LOVE fic. fic has saved me soooooo many times over the past seven years that i've been here. i want to do what i can to support other writers the best way i can, which is to provide a space for them to create their works that welcomes and helps promote them, but also by doing my monthly fic lists and pocast highlighting what i've been able to read, reblogging their fic posts, and then commenting and kudosing their fics too.

sometimes i get really fucking down on myself because i'm so behind on replying to comments, but my brain is very much a "if you start this, you have to finish it" kind of a brain, and i feel even WORSE sometimes if i reply to comments on some fics and not all of them. but i do my best and reply when i can. i was actually really fucking proud of myself because i had a couple days to myself in june, and i spent hours replying to comments on 20 of my fics. when you have almost 150 fics (i think? i don't even know how many fics i've posted by now), that is only scratching the surface. but i tried and i was so so happy i did that many fics at once. it's exhausting, though, and takes a lot of spoons for me to reply to them in mass like that plus time consuming. so i tried to be happy with those 20 fics and the comments i responded to there and told myself that when i ha a moment to breathe, i'd go and work on replying to some more.

but see, that again causes anxiety and guilt. because i haven't replied to all of them. and that anxiety and guilt can cause me to put it off further OR to put off important things like feeding my children or getting sleep in order to finish it, so i have to make myself put things into perspective and ensure i'm doing the important things, like taking care of myself and my family, first.

and then, i have a moment where i CAN go ahead and reply to comments... but i also have MANY fics that are on deadline and i actually have a schedule. a SCHEDULE. for when i'm going to focus on which fics. i can spell it out for you if you really want. i made it back in APRIL to make sure i didn't sign up for too many fic fests because there are so many going on right now that i want to participate in, but i know i can't do all of them so i had to pick and choose. and when you are SO overscheduled and busy that back in APRIL you had to figure out what fics you would focus on at what time to ensure you got everything written when you wanted to through THE END OF THE YEAR, more choices have to be made.

for example. my writing time and time for myself came down to only one evening a week for ALL fandom things i'm doing and a part of right now once the kids were out of school for the summer. it quickly became apparent that for my own self care i needed more time, so i worked with my husband to find two other days i could carve out at least 30-60 minutes to myself to write every week. and i did. but if i'm already only getting that much time and have committed to those fics and fests and things that you're running etc, you have to choose am i going to use this time to try to squeeze in some comment replies? or am i going to write? and i choose to write. simple as that.

so yeah. see it as selfish if you want. see it as mean. you can honestly see it as whatever the fuck you want, but for me? i know that as soon as i possibly can and i can breathe freely for once and not feel like i am constantly drowning in my day to day life and am doing pretty well when it comes to my fic deadlines and getting started on those christmas cards i'm once again going to be making by hand for everyone on tumblr who chooses to sign up for one this year out of the KINDNESS of my heart and the love i really do feel for so many of you, then i promise i'll be on ao3 catching up and commenting. my friends laugh and make fun of me for it sometimes, because they will sometimes get 10-12 replies to their comments in a single day. they know that's how i work. i WILL reply to every single comment i get, no matter how old it is. but for the love of all that is holy, do NOT add to the anxiety and guilt i already feel over it. the only place that will get you is the ask/comment getting deleted if it's a good day, a fucking long rant like this one if it's not, and a block if it's a REALLY bad day.

if you're asking me to be nice on ao3, then i ask in return that you also be nice by not demanding things of people that they are not in any way obligated to give.

#long post #rant #i almost deleted this #but you sent it on just the right day and instead i let loose #this is unedited and unbetaed lmao but ENJOY #or don't #whatever #writing stuff #i should tag it #writing SHIT #but that's not really a tag i keep cause who wants to keep track of the negatives #not me

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