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straykeedz · 8 months

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day 6: felix + double penetration in two holes

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tw: female anatomy; softdom!felix; usage of a butt plug; mentions of oral sex (f receiving); mentions of rimming (f receiving) and anal fingering (f receiving); clit play; felix leaving hickeys; felix spanks reader on the ass literally once; unprotected piv sex (don’t do that at home 🤨); protected anal intercourse (f receiving); fingering (f receiving); aftercare; ♡

this is honestly pure filth i’m sorry…

wc: 3k;

this is part of my kinktober masterlist. you can find my regular masterlist here (tho it will not be updated until the end of kinktober) ♡

🔖 (open): @linos-kitten ; @luneskies ; @kxcies-blog ; @idunnomanmynamewastaken ; @cessixja ; @stolasisyourparent ; @kookiesbunny ; @xoxo-xoxo-bunny ; @ivyskzsworld ; @mal-lunar-28 ; @leetaste ; @sunnykynnie ; @channiesgoodgirl ; @seonghwatoothless ; @mrsminho ; @seungminluv3 ; @jin-from-the-block ; @aaasia111 ; @sulkygyu ; @whosanaanyway ; @y-ur--I ; @vixensss ; @nightimescapes ; @freckleboilix ; @dreamingaboutjisung ; @yourbeomiebear ; ♡

to make sure i add you to the taglist, your age must be clearly visible on your profile. also, empty blogs will not be added - add at least a profile picture to your blog so that i’ll know you’re not a bot. ♡

smut below the cut, minors dni.

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Isn’t it funny - the way everyone thinks your boyfriend is a literal angel on earth and the most composed guy ever when really, he’s a freak in the sheets? You think it is.

After all, they don’t know about what you two do when you’re alone - in the confines of the walls of your shared apartment They don’t know how he spends most of his time with his body between your legs, buried deep inside of you, they don’t know how kinky he is, always coming up with new things to try in bed with you. Not that you mind, of course. Plus, you really love the fact you’re the only one to know this side of his, it makes it even more special.

Felix turns into an entirely different person when sex is involved.

Forget the cute smiles and his innocent eyes, forget how graceful and delicate he looks - he ruins you every time. The first time you discovered Felix’s tendency to be dominant and basically a fucking pornstar in bed, was actually the first time you guys had a fight and, well, it was the best make up sex you ever had. Ever. Bent over the drawer in your bedroom as he took you from behind, fingers entangled in your hair, tugging at it as he whispered the filthiest things in your ear. Needless to say - you came hard and fast that night.

It’s a paradox, isn’t it? How can someone be that cute and fuck that hard at the same time? It should be illegal, but in the end you came up with the conclusion that he simply is the jackpot, and that no matter how hard you try - you’ll never find someone better than him. Not that you want or feel the need to, anyway.

Today is no exception. Once again - acted all cute and sweet in front of his friends and then turned into a complete animal the minute you found yourselves alone at home.

“You were such a good girl for me tonight…”, he mutters against your skin as his lips kiss their way from your breast to your navel, then to your lower abdomen, stopping right before they could brush the soft skin of your molds. Then, you feel his fingers on you - on your inner thighs first, then closer and closer to your core. However, he doesn’t go for your pussy - instead, he directs them to your other hole, the pads of his digits tapping lightly the metal bud that’s pressed against your skin. “Wearing this during movie nights with the boys and having to sit still…”, he sucks in a breath.

He’s referring to the butt plug he’d asked you to wear tonight of all nights. It’s actually your first time trying it after Felix suggested it a couple of weeks before, and his eyes practically sparkled when you agreed to his idea, and it’s your first time letting Felix access you other hole, too, but since you trust him with your life you figured why not?

The feeling is pleasant - you discovered. At first, you were scared it’d hurt or feel uncomfortable or that you simply wouldn’t like it, but Felix made sure you were relaxed enough for it before pushing the plug in your hole. He spent a good thirty minutes down there - making you cum with his tongue on your clit first, to ease some of the tension. Then, his tongue found its way to your rim, lapping and sucking on the sensitive skin of your hole until you were practically begging him to use his fingers. By the time he pushed his first finger inside of you, you were already a panting mess beneath him.

“Did it feel good?”, he asks you, still staring at the plug in awe, biting his lower lip as he finally brings his digits to your slit, pleased to find it wet already. “Oh - it seems like it did.”, he chuckles, eyes meeting yours, your cheeks a bit red, you’re clearly embarrassed to be caught red-handed. “Mhh, did you like the feeling of having your ass stuffed while we were at Chan’s?”, his voice is low as he speaks, his fingers pressing unexpectedly on your clit now, making your body jolt.

If Felix asks you a question in bed, you answer it. That’s the rule.

So you nod. “Yes.”

“Naughty girl.”, he chuckles once again, rubbing slow, lazy eights on your clit. “My naughty girl.”, he growls, as the movements on your sensitive nub become faster as if he wants to get you off, when really, you know this is not his true intention - he just want to tease you until you’re begging for his cock. “Want to fuck you so bad.”, he mutters against your skin, kissing your inner thigh as he keeps playing with your clit.

“Please…”, you whisper, when his lips start to suck on your skin - he’ll surely leave a mark.

He does it often, leave marks on your body - in places only you and him can see. It makes it more exciting, he thinks, and you agree. The thought of being the only ones to know what happened underneath the sheets drives you both crazy. It’s not because he’s possessive or anything - he leaves them more as a memory.

“Please what?”, his deep voice vibrates in his chest, and you feel yourself getting even wetter than before.

See? A total brat in bed. He knows what you want - he just wants you to say it out loud, otherwise he won’t give it to you.

“Please, fuck me.”, you whimper, entangling your fingers in his dyed hair. “I want your cock so bad. Wanted it so bad the whole night.”

It sends a shiver down his spine, knowing that when you were watching a movie with your friends, all you could think of was him and how much you wanted him, needed him. All while having the butt plug deep inside inside of you, stretching out your hole.

“My God.” Felix moans against your skin, tip of his nose only a couple of inches away from his fingers, that are still playing with your clit, albeit a little slower now. “The things you make me wanna do to you…”, he bites his lip, looking at you through his hooded eyes, dark with lust.

“Mhh, what kind of things?”, you ask him seductively, moving your hand from his hair to his face, brushing his plump lips with the pad of your thumb. He wastes no time in parting his lips and swirling his hot tongue around your digit.

“The nastiest things.”, he grunts. Then, you feel two of his fingers parting your folds, and you gasp at the sudden feeling of your pussy being filled too. You feel incredibly full - his fingers deep inside your cunt and the plug in your other hole, and it feels amazing. So amazing, you wish Felix had suggested it sooner.

When he lowers his head and swirls his tongue around your clit, you feel you’re about to pass out. An obscene sound leaves your mouth, and you can’t see it, but Felix smirks against your pussy as he sucks on your clit as if it were the tastiest meal. To him, it is.

“Feelin’ good?”, he asks cockily, already knowing the answer.

“So good.”, you pant, lips parted and eyes closed as he touches you everywhere - clit, g-spot and ass at the same time.

“Wanna feel even better?”

You widen your eyes at his words. You don’t know whether you could possibly feel better than you’re right now, but at the same time you’re intrigued by his proposition. After all, if there’s one thing your relationship with Felix has taught you - is that he’s full of surprises.

“Yes.”

Consent - that’s all Felix needs. You know he won’t ever do anything you haven’t previously agreed to.

“Lay on your stomach, then.”

He pulls his fingers out of you, and you immediately position yourself on the bed the way he asked you. He bites his lips at the sight of your ass, and slaps it lightly, squeezing the soft flesh. Then, his fingers immediately find their way between your ass cheeks, gently spreading them a bit - revealing the beautiful decoration between them. Felix hisses at the sight.

“Gonna fuck your pussy while this -“, he taps on the plug and you moan. “-is deep inside your ass. Is that okay, love?”

You don’t answer verbally this time, simply nod. He slaps your asscheek, hard. “Words.”

“Yes- yes, please.”, you whimper, biting on your lip, turning your head to the side to look at him over your shoulder as he positions himself behind you, on his knees.

Then, he grabs you by the hips, lifting your hips up just enough to give him a better access to your pussy. You clench around nothing when you feel the tip of his cock kiss your entrance, ready to enter you - you’re so wet it’ll slip in easily.

It does - parting your wet walls and sinking all the way inside of you until he fills you completely. \

“You’re so tight.” Felix grunts, caressing your lower back with his fingers. “Always take me so well, tho.”, he praises you. “I slipped right in, you sucked me in so good.”

You clench around him and he smirks cockily. He knows the effect he has on you. Without uttering another word, he starts moving inside of you, hips smacking against yours with each thrust as deep, hoarse grunts fall from his lips repeatedly. You can’t help but notice, tho, that he seems to be curiously intrigued by the metal object that’s currently buried inside your ass, practically staring at it as he fucks you from behind.

“Wanna fuck this ass so bad.”, his words fall from his lips almost instinctively, when really - he didn’t even mean to say them out loud.

Hearing him say that turns you on more than it probably should.

“You can.”

Felix’s thrust inside your cunt come to an abrupt halt. “What?”, he asks in disbelief. He must’ve misheard you.

“If you want to… you can.”, you repeat, slightly blushing, the thought of him fucking your other hole making you feel suddenly embarrassed.

“Do you want to?”, he quirks an eyebrow at you. He doesn’t want you to agree to it only because you want to fulfill his fantasy, he can live without it.

You nod against the soft pillow. “I do.”

“Right now?”

“Mh-hm.”

“Fuck.” Felix’s breath hitches in his throat. “Okay, love. Lie on your back, then - I wanna look you in the eyes.”

Ten minutes later, Felix is between your legs once again, rubber rolled onto his length, fully coated in lube.“I’m going to take this out now, love.” Felix whispers, fingers brushing against the cold material of the plug.

You nod, biting your lip, and Felix begins to pull it out, making your eyes roll in the back of your skull at the sensation as a moan escapes your throat. It’s enough to make his cock throb, and it’s not even remotely close to being inside of you. You miss the sensation of being filled the second he pulls the plug out of you, already used to the feeling.

Felix positions himself between your legs, spread for him, and aligns his tip to your hole, ready to push inside. “Ready, love?”, he asks, looking you in the eyes, not wanting to miss a single reaction of yours.

“Yes.”

You suck in a breath the second Felix actually pushes the tip of his hard cock inside of you, he lets out a deep moan at the same time. The feeling is definitely different than when you had the plug inside of you - he is much thicker and longer. However, it’s not painful, just a little uncomfortable, but it’s just because you still have to get used to it. Felix immediately snaps his head in your direction, checking in on you to see if you’re okay. You nod, reassuring him that you’re fine, and he slowly pushes inside some more, albeit not all the way yet.

Once he’s fully set inside of you, Felix wishes he could stay like this forever and never have to pull out. You feel unreal around him.

“You’re so tight, love.”, he moans, his cock being deliciously squeezed by your walls. “It’s even tighter than your pussy, fuck.”, he grunts, his eyes locked on where your bodies meet.

Felix decides now’s the perfect time to use his fingers - knowing he’s not going to last long anyway, not with the way you’re clenching around him, so hard he can barely move inside of you. The pads of his index and middle finger brush your clit lightly, and he can feel you relax around him immediately, allowing him to start thrusting slowly in and out of you, stretching your tight hole with his thick length. He moves his fingers all over the surface of your clit, drawing imaginary shapes - which results in you turning into a panting mess under him in a matter of seconds, but that’s perfectly okay, because he wants you to enjoy this as much as he is.

However, as previously stated, Lee Felix is a freak in the sheets, and despite the fact that he’s touching and stimulating your clit and his dick is literally inside your ass - he decides to give you more.

“Tell me if it’s too much.”, he whimpers.

You’re about to as him what’s too much, but then you feel his two fingers moving down to circle the wet entrance of your pussy. Your eyes widen, but you can’t deny you’re curious about what he has in mind and how it’ll feel. Sure, you’ve had his fingers up your cunt before - plenty of times actually, but you never had them inside of you while his cock was buried in your other hole. This is new - good new.

He’s not prepared for the moan that leaves your mouth once his fingers slip inside of you, and he nearly cums on the spot.

“You like that, mh?”, he asks you, a mischievous grin on his face as he looks you in the eyes.

Your hair is all messy and ruffled, you’re propped up on your elbows and your legs are spread wide for him - only for him. Your cheeks are slightly pink and you look absolutely fucked out. It makes him groan and snap his hips to meet yours. For a second he’s scared he might’ve been too rough, but the moan you let out is a clear sign you enjoyed it, so he does that again. And again.

“Oh, you sure do.”, he chuckles, his fingers still moving inside of you, pads on your g-spot. “My filthy girl likes having both of her holes filled, huh?”

You clench on both his fingers and his cock, your fingers gripping the bedsheets as you try to suppress a moan. “Felix, I’m-��, the words die in your throat, but Felix knows you like the back of his hand and nods. He knows you’re close, he can feel it.

“It’s okay, let go, love.”, he encourages you, fingers moving swiftly inside of you as he slows down the movements of his hips, wanting to focus on your pleasure first. “Cum for me, love. You’ve been so good to me, you always are.”, his deep voice vibrates in his chest and sends a shiver down your spine as you release around his fingers, both of your holes clenching around him as his name falls from your lips.

Felix hates it that he can’t kiss your lips right now, but he’ll make up for it later.

“That’s it, love. You were so good, came so hard.”, he praises, pulling his fingers out of you slowly, careful not to overstimulate you. And, of course, he brings them to his mouth to lick them clean - he does it every time.

You place one of your hands on top of his hand that’s resting on your hip and intertwine your fingers with his. “Cum for me, baby.”, you whisper, looking him in the eyes, and his breath gets caught in his throat. “Show me how much you like fucking my ass.”

It’s not a secret that Felix likes dirty talking, and he’s a pro at it - but when you do it? On a whole other level.

“Fuck.”, he grunts, as he picks up the pace of his thrusts, albeit delicately, his other hand grabbing your other hip. “Like it so much.”, the words fall from his mouth instinctively, his mind is completely blank, a sign he’s close. “‘M so fucking close.”, his cock throbs inside of you.

“Cum, baby.”, you encourage him the same way he did you before, purposely clenching around his shaft.

He releases inside the rubber with a deep grunt, halting his movements, balls deep inside of you as he kicks his head back, his Adam’s apple bobbing as he swallows. He thinks it might be the most intense orgasm he ever experienced in his whole life - truth be told, he thinks it every time, because every orgasm with you is the best orgasm. It takes him a couple of seconds to regain his breath, and then he starts to pull out, fingers wrapped around the base of his softening cock to make sure the rubber stays in place.

Aftercare with Felix is always sweet and heartfelt, with soft words whispered and lingering kisses and touches as he takes care of you, and today is no exception. Loving and gentle as he runs you a bath, delicate as he blow-dries your hair, detangling it by running his fingers through it, and absolutely cute when he asks you to do your skincare together.

Your night ends with you and Felix sat on your bed with tissue masks on - him wearing a pink hairband with bunny ears and no, it’s not yours, contrary to what one may think. It matches his pajamas, that’s why he bought it.

And as he shows you reels and pictures of cute animals or wholesome memes - you can’t help but wonder how is it possible for him to be a fucking sex god and then turn into the sweetest, most precious and innocent-looking human being in the whole world.

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thankskenpenders · 5 months

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Happy new year, everyone! Welcome to 2024, the year that will mark the 10th anniversary of Thanks Ken Penders. I'd like to go over my plans for the blog for this year.

First of all: in the very near future, I'll have a post with my thoughts on Sonic Dream Team, and I'm sure I'll write one last Sonic Prime review once the final episodes drop on the 11th. I've also been sitting on an unfinished piece about the Sonic LEGO sets. I wanted this to be longer and more detailed piece that not only reviewed the sets but also went into the weird disconnect between homogenized image of Sonic the Brand and the actual fiction it's based off of, but it'll probably end up getting cut down a lot just so I can put something out. Let's just say I did a fun little thing with one of the sets.

Second: yes, I would like to return to regular TKP updates this year. As I've said many times, I wanted to do this in 2023, but I've been suffering from creative burnout after finishing SLARPG and have generally been unable to focus on any of my creative goals this past year. I'm hoping that this year will be better and I'll be able to get back into the swing of covering Archie Sonic issues. Even doing one issue every week or so would be vastly preferable to continuing the hiatus. I'm still only halfway done!! But aside from burnout, my other main hurdle is that I need to reread my own archive to refresh myself on all these things after nearly three years away. This will take some time.

The thing is, though, this year I'll have an extra incentive to go back through my previous writing and brush up on all things Archie Sonic. Because you see...

I've decided that I want to make a video essay about Penders. The comics, the copyright battle, The Lara-Su Chronicles, everything.

The why

I've thought about doing this before, but I never committed to the idea. I was too busy with gamedev, or I thought it'd end up being too long, or I figured that there were already enough videos on the subject, or I just lacked confidence in my ability to put together a video essay. So I told myself it wasn't meant to be, and let the multiple YouTubers who have cited me as a source on their own Penders videos fill that void.

Recently, though, a few things have happened that have convinced me it might be time. For one, YouTube video essays/media retrospectives/etc. are just getting longer and longer. When Quinton Reviews is out here doing 21 hours of videos on Sam & Cat, a subpar Nick sitcom that only lasted one season, I don't feel so crazy for wanting to make a video about several hundred comic books and two lawsuits that'd be at least an hour or two long lmao. Admittedly, I've also been self-conscious about doing a long video essay like this as a trans woman who has yet to do any vocal training. But these days I feel like I see a lot more transfem YouTubers who have done little to no vocal training, and that's given me more confidence on that front.

But the big one was Hbomberguy's recent plagiarism video. As I sat there watching it, I kept thinking about the time I found a CBR article that was just a crude 800 word summary of my two previous articles on Penders, published by a CBR writer who's put out over 4000 articles since 2019. If I've already been plagiarized before, and my writing is so frequently passed around as a go-to source on Archie Sonic drama, then I wouldn't be shocked if there were YouTubers out there straight up just plagiarizing me. I don't watch other peoples' videos on Archie Sonic, so I'd never know! So if people are just gonna paraphrase me when covering these topics anyway, why not take matters into my own hands and make what I would consider to be the definitive video on the subject? If hacks like James Somerton and iilluminaughtii can churn out these shitty video essays and people will still watch them, surely it can't be that impossible to make my own, right? (And also, uh, Hbomb literally told me I should make the video lol. If you're reading this, thanks for the encouragement.)

The what, how, and when

So here's the plan.

Part of this video essay will be an adaptation of my Medium article on the recurring themes of Ken's Archie Sonic run, with its content touched up and expanded upon. There were a few things I skimmed over in the article because I didn't want it to get too long, but again, people are out here watching ten hour videos about bad Nickelodeon sitcoms now. I can get away with elaborating a little more. I can add a few paragraphs talking about the Chaos Knuckles arc, or throw in a little more historical context I've discovered in the years since.

After covering the comics, the back half(-ish?) of the video will be dedicated to the copyright battles and their ensuing controversies, trying to give an accurate picture of what actually went down, the sheer scale of how bad Archie fucked up, and what our takeaways should be. This will have some similarities to my New York Magazine article on the subject, but I'll be rewriting it from scratch. I REALLY had to keep things short for that article because I was already way over the expected word count, and my tone was a little more straight-laced than normal because I was trying to keep things Professional. I can riff more and insert more of my own opinions this time, like I normally would.

I'll inevitably have to touch on some of Ken's Bad Tweets when discussing things that have happened after the lawsuits, but I don't want the video to just devolve into a list of times people got mad at him on Twitter, so I'm gonna try to keep that to a minimum in favor of focusing on his actual work. Things like the Scourge the Speed Demon incident and his continued statements on certain characters' copyright statuses probably warrant mentioning, though. And finally, assuming that the book really does come out this summer, I would like the grand finale of the video to be about those first couple chapters of The Lara-Su Chronicles.

I don't currently know when this video will get done, but it'll probably be in the back half of the year, especially with me waiting for the book to either drop or get delayed yet again. But I've actually already started writing a bit of the script, and will keep chipping away at it for a while.

So, uh, yeah, look forward to that? Wish me luck?

#tkp post

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mrpsychokiller · 6 months

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my life has been greatly improved after i did this and i want to help my fellow mobile warriors, but there are no full clear tutorials on it out there, so im making my own

under the cut there'll be an overly extensive but hopefully helpful tutorial on how to use revanced (of youtube revanced fame) to get a patched version of the tumblr mobile app which can reverse annoying UI changes, get prev tags back, and get rid of tumblr live permanently

first of all, this only works on android. sorry. but that said here we go

firstly go on the play store and turn off Play Protect. you'll generally need to turn off/ignore any safety checks you get, and allow to "download from unverified sources" (dw this process is safe, you can turn these back on after you're done)

uninstall the tumblr app you currently have on your phone (the one from the play store)

download Vanced MicroG and ReVanced Manager. install both. ReVanced Manager will become an app you'll need to use for this

go to this link. generally youre supposed to be careful when downloading apks off the internet, but i can testify the ones from apkmirror are safe

now this is where the magic happens. apkmirror has the apks for ALL versions of the tumblr app, from the most recent one as far back as 2015

this is how you can reverse any changes to the tumblr app you dont like, simply get an apk from before the change was made

the one im currently using is v29.1.1.100

pros of this one:

- the old image viewer (you can click on images to zoom in without the weird transparent background and scrolling taking you to unrelated posts)

- prev tags (aka you can click on a post or a reblog to be taken directly to that version of the post or the reblog instead of just going to the top of op's blog)

- general reversal of recent UI changes, like the DM redesign and the update that made everything smaller and round

having chosen an apk, download it. i heard some people say you should only download and not install it right away, but mine only worked when i had it installed, so it might depend for you

now go to the ReVanced Manager app you downloaded earlier

go to the Patcher tab, and there click on Select and application, there you can select the tumblr apk you just downloaded

there you can see the available patches, simply click on patch and wait until its done

i believe if you did not need to install your apk earlier you can just click "install" and install the patched version right away.

but for me, since i had to install my apk, what i had to do was, once my app was patched, click on the folder icon on the bottom left, save the patched app to my phone files (besides the og one, not replace it), then i went to my file manager, deleted the original apk, THEN installed the revanced version

idk if you'll need to do this but it was a pain for me to figure this out so if it helps someone else 👍

and with that its done! if you manage to install it sucessfully, you can just open the app, log in, and youll see if its working if tumblr live is completely gone and all other changes are applied o7

#finally finished writing this. time to release it into the wild #hope this helps somebody else my life is so much easier now #🧃

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harrywavycurly · 11 days

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Secret Rendezvous Part 18: Mixtape

Masterlist: Here

CW: None

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A/N: I have had this exact moment planned for a very long time and I hope y’all enjoy the chaos also there’s officially only two more updates left for this series✨

“Hey Eddie!” “Uh hey…Jessica…” “Oh my goodness you got my name right I think I can finally take my name tag off now….have a good lunch tell Chrissy I said hello.” “Yeah…will do..” “Eddie! Hey! Oh is that a new Metallica shirt?” “Uhm hi…Hailey?…uh yeah it-” “Hey Eddie do you know where Stacy is? She’s not here yet and if she’s not eating here today then I’m going to go eat lunch in the cheer gym and work on my stunts.” “Uh hey Taylor…uhm nope I have no clue where she uh is…but Gareth isn’t here yet either so maybe they are just running…late?” “Well I’m gonna go eat in the gym will you let her know if you see her? Hailey you wanna come?” “Sure! See you later Eddie!” “See you…later….” “Someone’s popular.” “Don’t start Chrissy…oh Jessica says hello.” “Thanks…so…how’s it going? I notice someone is missing from the lunch table today…” “yeah I don’t know where she’s at but I also don’t know where Stacy and-” “I’m just saying that’s not a very Henry…thing to do…” “speak of the devil! Where have you two been? Hailey and Taylor went to go eat in the gym because they got tired of waiting for you Stacy.” “Well I was helping someone….decide who just asked her to prom.” “Prom? Someone…uhm asked…you to…prom?” “Does that shock you Munson? That someone would ask me to prom?” “No…not at all…uhm why do…you need help figuring out who…it was?” “Because they just left me a mixtape and that’s it…and the song titles on the back spell out prom.” “That’s so cute! Was it Henry?” “Henry? You still talk to Henry?” “And if I do? It’s not like it’s any of your business who I’m friends with.” “Uhh Stacy let’s go join the girls in the gym yeah? I’m sure Hailey needs someone to spot her for some stunts.” “Yeah…good idea…you two uh…have a good…lunch.” “What’s your deal Eddie? Why do you look like someone just told you the Easter bunny isn’t real?” “Can we just start over? Please? Just…I’m sorry.” “For?” “Everything…you name it I’m sorry for it okay? I was an asshole to you and I shouldn’t have been and…I’m….just sorry.” “Oh…well…okay.” “Okay?” “Yeah…okay…you’re sorry and that’s a big step for you so I’m glad you finally took it.” “You…don’t forgive me?” “Not yet…” “okay that’s…fine…can we..at least be friends?” “Sure…we can be friends.” “So…you really think this mixtape was Henry?” “I mean he’s the only option so..yeah.” “Have you listened to it yet?” “No? I..don’t know if I have to since the back pretty much said everything.” “Oh…I mean you should at least listen to it…just once….” “Maybe I will on my way home.” “Are you going to say yes?” “I…don’t know…I have to think about it.” “What if it wasn’t Henry who gave you the mixtape?” “Who else would-” “Hey…where’s Stacy?” “Gare Bear! She’s in the cheer gym.” “Great thanks….” “You can’t go in there….” “Why not? My girlfriend is in there?” “Uh it’s the cheer gym…you’re not a cheerleader…” “oh…right…well looks like you two are stuck having lunch with me then.” “Yay us…” “I know you’re being sarcastic Eddie but I don’t really care.” “I gotta go…” “where?” “I just…have somewhere to be.” “He’s in a mood…what did I miss?” “Henry asked me to prom…” “oh…wait you still talk to Henry?” “No…that’s the weird thing…and he asked me with a mixtape…” “a..mixtape?….yeah…that’s…totally weird…I gotta go.” “What? You too?” “Sorry I gotta find Eddie and run a campaign idea off him! See you later!” “Okay…bye!”

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✨ Everything You Ever Wanted to Know About The Haunting Heroes Discord But Didn’t Want To Ask ✨

Are you looking to join this DPxDC server but don't know what it's about? Are you new to Discord and want to figure a few dynamics about it first? Then this is the post for you!

We're Super excited to share with you some of the features you can expect when you join the Haunting Heroes DPxDC Discord server.

🔷 I’m new to Discord. What is Discord?

A noble question. Discord is a messaging/private server application where you can join servers to chat, text, and video call people. Lots of fandoms have servers dedicated to their beloved show/book/comics/blorbos

It’s a popular platform because a) it’s free and b) it’s very easy to organize.

Haunting Heroes, as such, is essentially a private chat room where you can talk about DPxDC with other fans. There are other DPxDC servers, but you can never have too many!

🔷 What do you do on Haunting Heroes?

We do a lot! If you’re here, you may have seen the results of the Writing Games we’ve played, like "Who Wrote That?" as well as "Guess That Fic" (a fun way to give fic recs AND test your DPxDC fic knowledge!).

We also share updates of fanart, non fanart, and fan fics, as well as recommendations to stories we’ve read and enjoyed.

And we have plenty of ways to discuss ideas: from canon resources to headcanons that intrigue you; from prompts to workshopping your story ideas; from asking for a beta-reader to sharing your progress. Sometimes this even happens live while doing a sprint with others.

🔷 What does ‘18+ SFW’ mean?

18+ is fairly straightforward: you have to be 18 years or older to join our server. So why SFW?

We decided to emphasize the Safe For Work aspect not because no NSFW content is allowed—we have a flourishing NSFW category as well as a Dark Category with channels for people to talk about it to your hearts’ content! We welcome more mature content, but not everyone wants to engage in it, or only want to engage on their own terms. Being able to curate what you do and don't see is important to us, hence the separate categories (and having to self-select a role to see the NSFW + Dark channels)

We add SFW when talking about HH because ‘18+’ on its own has certain connotations (just like ‘adult content’ or ‘adults only’).

Why, then, are we an 18+ server? We appreciate the under 18s in our fandom, and there are lots of fandom places that are open to all ages (for example, this blog!). But there are older fans who feel more comfortable in an adult oriented space. We noted that a place for adults only in the DPxDC fandom was missing, and wanted to fill that niche.

🔷 Why Should I Join?

✏️ If you’re a writer, you can find a beta reader or ping the Ideas Helper role if you want some help with your story. You can find and share resources for various things, such as writing, art, and how to use A03.

🐱 We also share lots of pictures of our pets!

💡 We have fun emojis and stickers unique to Haunting Heroes, many made by people who are part of the server.

⭐️ We have a starboard! If someone says something you find funny, react to their post with a star emoji; if a post gets 9 stars, it gets shared to the board! It’s like the highlights reel at the end of a Mario Kart Race, but user generated. It's a good way to quickly know what's been going on in the server.

🐰 Our Bunny Hutch (AKA prompts sharing category) is always hopping. Enter at your own risk! You may go there with the intention of dropping off one prompt for someone else to adopt, and leave having adopted 4 new WIPS of your own!

And most importantly, we are a fandom community looking to share with each other the things we love doing or seeing in the fandom. You are likely to find writers, artists, and commenters you know from AO3 or Tumblr, but you might also find new friends to hang out with or be inspired by new things while lurking.

🔷 What can I expect upon joining?

☑️ Once you join, you will have to read our guidelines to make sure you agree with them and know what you can expect in terms of how we handle the server.

☑️ There are also roles to be selected so you can customize your experience. Some roles will allow you to give information to other members (such as the pronouns you select), others will give you an aesthetic (such as color roles), others are pingable and alert you for specific activities (such as movie nights ,or a new writing game being set up, or when someone wants others to bounce ideas). Some will also grant you access to specific sections in our server, such as dark or nsfw channels, which won't be visible otherwise.

☑️ Don't forget to also select the 18+ role which grants you acces to the whole server. This one is made specifically to confirm you agree with the guidelines and are 18 or older, since that's our sole requirement to join the server.

☑️ Once you define your roles, you can check our server roadmap to guide you through the many channels we have in the server with descriptions for each of them and the bots we have available to help through the experience.

☑️ Don't worry if you get a few pings upon entering: we have a welcome mat where others will greet you once you're in.

🔷 How can I join?

To join, send us an ask confirming you're 18+ and someone in our team will send you the link. You can find the ask box as "Ask us anything here" at the top of our blog or clicking here. Please make sure you check your inbox for our reply. If you sent us an ask and haven't gotten a reply in 48hrs, please let us know either replying in this post or contacting one of our mods.

We hope you have fun and fulfill your hero-haunting needs💚👻

#haunting heroes #server promotion #discord server #dpxdc #danny phantom #dc

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Hi!!! I was wondering if you’d be willing to write a yan!alhaitham/Kaveh or heizou for a fem!reader? Anything else is up to you! Totally cool if not tho - love the blog!!!

CW: Yandere! Kaveh (though on the subtler side), drunk Kaveh, manipulation, Reader makes poor decisions

PAIRING: Y! Kaveh x Fem! Reader

I really like Kaveh ♡ Sorry this took some time! Supposed to be a drabble but...(Happy Holidays!)

In retrospect, the first time was already a mistake.

It was hardly a sensible decision to make, but given his pitiable state and your bleeding heart, you couldn't just leave him slumped over behind some building in the city. Kaveh had always been friendly with you, sparing you a warm smile and going out of his way to make light conversation when he bumped into you, though the two of you weren't exactly close, and it would be heartless to walk away from him when you had a perfectly good room that he could stay in for the night. It wasn't the best idea you had—most things involving unfamiliar men weren't—but it would be the right thing to do, wouldn't it?

It's exhausting, having to drag an inebriated Kaveh down the streets of Sumeru City, but after a couple of gentle attempts at introducing yourself and making your intentions known, Kaveh seems to sober up a little. He rubs at his eyes and mumbles something incoherent, still stumbling on his feet as he tries to walk, but him being able to support some of his own body weight is enough to make the journey noticeably less strenuous on you and your conscience.

You lose yourself in nervous chatter while guiding him down the stairs and past large gates. You tell him about mundane things regarding your job and stories from your time in the Akademiya, and updates on the project you've been working on; the one he took special care to ask about whenever he saw you. (Kaveh was always so thoughtful, remembering the littlest of details. The kind of person who'd wait for you in the mornings with the snacks that always sold out before you could make it after you had mentioned it to him once. The kind of person you couldn't leave in such a vulnerable state.) In response, Kaveh only hums and yawns, his head bumping into yours and his arm almost sliding off you. He must have had more to drink than you thought.

When you first saw him sitting out on his own, you wondered where his housemate was, and if you should try to contact him. But you figured Alhaitham had a strict routine he abided by and wouldn't like being bothered at such a time, and the two of them may have gotten into a fight; which was far from an uncommon situation. For a minute again you consider taking him to the scribe, but one thought of the indifferent—or perhaps more likely, irritated—look he might shoot you and you stick to getting home as soon as possible.

At your doorstep, you sit Kaveh down beside you with a quiet sigh of relief and search your pockets for your keys. His head lolls sideways against your legs, his unkempt hair brushing against the side of your calves. You'd think it was endearing if not for how awkward the position was. After a few moments of struggling, you push the door open and lean over to lift up the dozing man again. But when your hands go to pull his face away from your legs and lean him against the wall instead, Kaveh slowly blinks and looks at you with a dazed look in his eye.

It dawns on you then that your position—crouched over him with your hands on his cheeks—coupled with where you had taken him, would look extremely suspicious to someone just waking up from a drunken nap.

"It's not what it looks like!" You cry out, immediately letting go of him. His head flops against the wall and you wince.

Kaveh blinks again, unaffected by the sudden movement, and says your name with a slight frown.

"You were passed out outside and I thought you might need a place to stay," you splutter, "I really wasn't going to—to—do anything else!"

Kaveh groans instead, a hand over his eyes, "Can we...talk later?"

"Sure! I'll just help you to the spare room—if that's alright? I'll leave right after, I swear, and—"

He reaches out for your hand with his free one, and you scramble to carefully pull him up. With a little effort on your side, you manage to take him to his bed for the night, ignoring the growing discomfort of having his head buried into the side of your neck at an uncomfortable angle. It wasn't like he was aware of what he was doing, anyway.

You catch a sigh of gratitude when you slowly lower him onto the sheets and tug off his shoes, and it's enough to make you feel like bringing him here was ultimately the right thing to do, even if a little out of the ordinary.

The next morning, Kaveh apologises to you profusely over breakfast.

“I can’t believe you brought me all the way here. I’m really embarrassed—I’m usually not so careless when I go out,” Kaveh only pauses his rambling when you fill his plate again, sending you yet another bashful look before continuing to eat.

“I’m sure anyone would have tried to help if they were in my position."

“Thank you, really. I’m…glad someone cared that much.”

You take in his slumped shoulders and the relief in his eyes. His mouth is drawn into a straight line and you find yourself making an offer without thinking.

“Kaveh," you begin, "if you ever need someone to talk to, you could always come here. I’ll be happy to have you.”

His eyes widen, "I don't want to trouble you again."

"It's alright," foolishly, you don't let yourself think over it for a moment longer, "I don't mind helping out when I can."

You know it's mostly out of pity, far from a sincere offer, and clearly not a rational one. But Kaveh is nice, you reason with yourself, he's polite enough to never take you up on it. And even if he did, he'd be considerate enough to not stay too long. You were certain that you knew all there was to know about Kaveh from the cordial smiles and the tranquil mornings. Certain that you would not regret the offer.

You start seeing Kaveh more, after what feels like an abrupt shift—far more than you ever had in your years of staying here. At every opportunity, he would make sure to ask you about your day (listening, you note, with unnecessary eagerness and an onslaught of questions you pretended not to have time for), and offer to have a meal with you. Each time, you find another reason to decline him. You even struggle to find a polite reply to his increasingly intimate compliments; from commenting on your outfits, the clips in your hair, and the color of your eyeshadow to your smile and the sound of your laugh. You thank him, your voice hollow, while desperately wondering when he'd run out of things to say.

It's not that you don't like Kaveh; it was only that his newfound interest in you was starting to be distressing.

But it wasn't enough reason for you to be suspicious.

He shows up, a week or so later, a little less drunk but far more talkative, and your evening is spent learning all about the fight he had with Alhaitham. You don't tell him that you agree with his housemate (if only out of courtesy), but you can't hide your shock when he casually mentions his bankruptcy.

"It's not that bad," he rushes to assure you, "I'm working towards fixing things. It'll still be a while before I can move out, but things could be worse."

You accept his explanation, realizing that there was no point in admitting that you were now certain that Alhaitham was right to chide him about his spending habits. Instead, you offer to let him stay for the night to cool down before going back. He beams at you and thanks you profusely, and you decide against commenting on the overnight bag he brought with him.

You wake up the day after to find Kaveh preparing breakfast in your kitchen.

"It's the least I can do for you," he says, carefully bringing over two plates to the table. He blushes when you thank him, and when he places your mug next, you're surprised to find that he's made you your usual drink. You pretend it doesn't bother you that he already knows how much sugar and milk you prefer to have and match his smile with a weak one.

Questions can wait until after breakfast, you think. Or after he's out of your house. But while you're halfway done with your meal, Kaveh hasn't even had a bite of his. His eyes are glued to your face with an expectant look in them.

"...It's very good." you swallow what feels like sand and rubber in your mouth, "thank you."

Kaveh grins before finally starting to eat. Was it his eagerness to please that made it difficult for him to hold on to money, too?

He takes your plate before you can stand up and goes to wash them, ignoring your protests. You've never felt more like a guest in your own home, but Kaveh's humming under his breath while scrubbing at your plate, still donning your apron.

"It's the least I can do for you," he parrots.

He eventually leaves, dragging his feet out sometime before midday with a somber look back at you. You only hope your smile doesn't betray your relief as you wave him off, anticipating lounging around without another lingering presence.

Some mornings Kaveh walks with you, arm pressed too close to yours and eyes on you. He picks up on every flicker of interest, offers to buy you the small trinkets that you pause to run your fingers over, and folds into himself every time you turn him down. It's only pity that forces you to swallow down any signs of discomfort when he reaches out for your fingers moments later, but Kaveh is oblivious to it all. He brightens up and tells you instead about the details of his latest projects. You hum, hoping your stiff fingers send the message for you. It goes unheeded; Kaveh is observant, but only when he wants to be. He's good at ignoring signs, too, when they upset him.

When he has to leave for a long trip into the desert, he frowns and drags his feet throughout the entirety of the morning. He looks at you, catches the concern in your face, and immediately springs upon you an invitation.

"It'll just be us two for a whole month," he says, as though you should find the prospect enticing, "and you've never been, have you? You'd love it there."

The sweetness of his voice candies the nightmarish reality of such a trip. Honestly, you might have entertained the plan if he wasn't always giving you strange looks and standing too close. A whole month, alone in an unfamiliar place with Kaveh? Your fingers curl into themselves as you shake your head. You mechanically recite an excuse from the top of your mind, meshing together mentions of work and obligations. Kaveh tries again, to lure you in with promises of adventure and excitement, but you take a moment to think of spending hours cramped with him and sharing meals only with him, and your refusal is stauncher this time.

The distance and time spent so far apart, you hope, would make him realize how uncomfortable his constant proximity was.

A week into Kaveh's absence, you find that you've never felt so excited to step out in the mornings. The days feel lighter, the mandatory trips out less daunting, and talking to people comes with an ease you've missed. A letter—the first of many—arrives and lays unopened on your desk.

You've fallen back into your usual (pre-Kaveh) routine by the start of the second week, and everyone around picks up on and fusses over your brighter demeanor. Despite this, you still have to bite back the frustration at the lingering mentions of your friend Kaveh and his whereabouts.

Nearing the end of the third week, you meet someone you've only ever been able to catch a glimpse of from afar on your way back home. Alhaitham regards you with a glint of curiosity and his mouth set in a straight line. He's more captivating up close, you realize—something you hadn't thought was possible—almost like a doll with the unusual color of his eyes and his impassive expression.

"Kaveh mentions you a lot," he says, in lieu of a greeting, "but I suppose that should come of no surprise to you."

"He talks about you, too."

He raises an eyebrow, sleek and fluid, "I don't expect that he would find me as pretty or as charming as he makes you out to be."

Your smile falters, "I don't think—"

"I received a letter from him the other day, and he asked me to check up on you. I think you would know why that may be."

"I haven't had the time to respond to him," you attempt to explain, "it's not on purpose."

"It doesn't matter to me," Alhaitham replies, "and I won't be writing back to him either. I only thought you'd want to know of this," then, after a brief pause, "You're too kind to him."

His parting words, coupled with a polite smile, sound almost like a warning to you. As he seamlessly falls back into his usual route, you wonder if it would have been the right choice, after all, to simply send Kaveh back to his housemate that night. At least, you're certain the unhappy looks would have been far more welcome than this puzzling conversation.

And maybe you are too kind to him. Too tolerant of his many unannounced visits, too sympathetic to his drunken admissions. Too careful of his feelings and too accommodating of his proximity despite how it troubles you. Maybe you should tell him to go home the next time he shows up, bottles of wine in hand. Put your foot down, and make it clear that you'd like to be alone.

Maybe you will try.

Kaveh stands, shifting on his feet by your door a few days later; earlier than you had expected him. As you approach the door from behind him, you entertain the notion of running away, but he turns around almost immediately, as though sensing your presence.

He's flushed, wringing his hands together, "it's been some time, hasn't it?"

He smiles at you and it's deceivingly warm. Your own smile is plastered on.

"I hope your trip went well."

He shrugs, then hesitates for a moment, "I missed you. Did you get my letters?"

You nod. Kaveh's smile grows tight.

"I didn't get anything back, so I figured..."

You stare at the bag beside him, "there was nothing for me to say. Nothing new to tell you about."

Kaveh follows your gaze and goes to pick it up, "for you," he says, and your stomach drops.

"I thought we could have dinner together."

"I already had my dinner," you tell him, gentler than you had hoped to sound; as though coaxing a distressed animal, "I'm heading to bed now. You should go back too, Kaveh. You must be tired."

"I don't mind. I can even spend the night here."

No, you think.

"I don't know," you say instead, "I'm really tired."

He steps forward, "just for a while? I really missed you."

At your lack of a reaction, Kaveh tries again, with yet another step forward, "I don't really want to go back yet. Alhaitham...wasn't happy with me taking up this job. I wanted some time before—"

He cuts himself off and sighs.

"But you're right, I should be on my way." He sends one last glance to the paper bag leaning by the wall and then a sorrowful look at you, before going to leave. You're reminded of his efforts; of the money he shouldn't waste on you and the letters he carefully wrote out. The sky, cloudy and restless, was starting to grow dark.

One night shouldn't hurt too much. You could talk to him in the morning, when the both of you are well rested, and you're certain he'd understand then. Certain that he wouldn't see through you and shut you down before you could even start.

You never learn from your mistakes, do you?

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Fandom 101: Getting Started on Fanlore.org

Not long ago, we at Duck Prints Press decided that we’d like the Press to have a page on Fanlore. To accomplish that, Press contributor Shea Sullivan made an account and figured out the nuts and bolts on how to add pages to Fanlore. Turns out, it’s not very hard, and now in this guest blog post, Shea will teach y’all how to do it too!

Making Your First Fanlore Page!

Hello! I am an editor on Fanlore as of a few days ago. Before that, I’d worked with mediawiki (the open source platform Fanlore uses) for unrelated projects, so I had a general understanding of how things worked, but no idea how Fanlore preferred their pages to be formatted or organized or linked.

This is how I got started!

First: What is Fanlore and Why Should You Care?

Fanlore is a wiki specifically dedicated to the fandom experience. It’s not for canon info about a specific fandom; rather, it’s for information about how fans interact with media and each other. Fanlore is run by the OTW, the same organization that brings us our beloved AO3. This context helped me in understanding the focus of Fanlore. It’s about fandom: the ups, the downs, the trends, the drama…all the things that can get lost forever when sites disappear or there’s a purge. And that said…well, you may still not care. But if you do, read on!

Second: You Care. Now What?

(read more)

Get an account. Right now. It’s worth getting the account, because you won’t be able to create new pages for a few hours. So, get the account first, figure out what to do with it later.

Go to fanlore.org and click on “Create Account” in the upper right-hand corner:

Third: You Have the Power (Soon)!

Read up! No need to invent the wheel in this post – they’ve got some great resources for getting started already written on their webpage.

Fanlore Getting Started Page

General Help Pages on Fanlore

Four hours after you create your account, you can create pages! Congrats! There are a ton of help pages out there, but the questions I had initially were:

How do I make sure this page doesn’t exist already?

Search. Search for the page. Search for key phrases associated with the page. A page name is a fiddly thing, so search for significant phrases in a few different ways before you determine it doesn’t exist. Always make sure you check before you set out to create page!

How do I add this page?

If it’s not there, you’ll see it come up in red when you search. Type the page name you want to create in the search bar. Click “Search” to get all the results, and then click on that red link.

How do I format this page?

You now have an empty page. When I was getting started, my big question was: what should my page look like? Well, Fanlore has templates that can help with that! The templates are in a markup language, but do not fear! Copy and paste the template (everything in the blue box on the template page, typically starting with curly braces), make some updates, and click “Preview.” You can repeat those steps indefinitely until you get the hang of the markup. There’s also a ton of information on the Fanlore.org cheatsheet. (If you’re still confused, keep reading, there’s more specifics under the infobox section.)

Once you have the page created and published, you can edit it without the markup language if you prefer – there’s “Edit,” which gives you a non-code-based option, and an “Edit Source” button, which gives you the code-based option.

If your proposed page topic doesn’t have an official template created for that topic, you can look up similar pages and see how they’re structured. If you’re not sure how they managed to make something look a certain way, click the “Edit Source” button and look at the code there to get a sense of what they did. Be sure to cancel out of the edit when you’re done so you don’t make unintentional changes to someone else’s page! Some pages are locked down (like the template pages) so you can’t make edits, but most “normal” pages will have those links at the top so you can dig in and see what’s there and how the people who wrote that page made it look the way it does.

How do I add an infobox?

Those infoboxes on the right of a lot of pages give a quick overview of important information. These are templates, and you can find a list of available infobox templates here.

The templates, when you click into them, have a heading and some info that you can fill in. You can’t remove items from the template without making a new template, which I don’t recommend trying when you’re getting started. Use the template, fill in the information, and mark “N/A” if you don’t have information to insert in a specific field. A sample template for an infobox looks like this, and you fill in information after each “equals” sign. You can add a list, and you can add links to these after the equals sign using the markup for internal and external links on the Cheatsheet.

{{FanProfile |name= |alias(es)= |type= |fandoms= |communities= |other= |url= }}

If you’re still confused, let’s go to Astolat’s fan page and click “Edit Source” and see how the infobox looks behind the scenes:

See how everything that was in the original template is still there, there’s just a list of information after the equals sign?

And here’s how it looks formatted:

How do I categorize this page?

Categories are important because they help Fanlore’s back-end coding group pages together so people can find the page you’ve created and so the page is in the right place in the site map. If you can’t figure it out, though, don’t worry, there are people who will find it and take care of it!

If you have an infobox from a template, this is taken care of.

If you didn’t use an infobox template, you can add a Category to index the page.

Finding a Category can be a little overwhelming. If you have an example page (another page that contains the same type of content as yours), you can scroll to the bottom of that page and see what Category has been assigned to it. You can add that Category to your page by editing the source and adding that category into your page at the bottom with 2 square brackets, like this: [[Category:YourCategory]]

Use “Preview” to make sure you set it up correctly before saving the page.

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cinamun · 26 days

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Tumblr refused to post today's update <- because they prolly thought HoJay was fuckin. You know how staff be watching me. Anyway, once my post passed the review board I figured I should update my new friends on just whose pickup looks about to run directly into a shoeless Mercy in the snow

I actually madeover Rory awhile ago, but once I posted them, some of my friends were intrigued because ... obvious reasons.

Then @beebeesiims sent me an ask that turned into an AU where Things™ occurred....

So yeah, if you don't recognize the pickup driver, you might be new and that's okay. If you search the "what if" tag on my blog you'll find all parts of the mini-story inspired by my friend Bee's ask.

While Rory Oaklow is now a guest star and this little situationship is officially canon, I think we should still stay tuned because Rory is quite literally a beast. Meaning....

Mercy has went from one precarious situation to another.

#story stuff #y'all should come back Thursday to see if Aaliyah isn't the ONLY one who gets ate #and that's on the smell of blood coming from the lair

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bobohu4eva · 2 months

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Ecstasy

Part 5 - Psycho

Characters: Reader x Baekhyun Feat. Chanyeol

Genre: Soloist AU, smut, angst, fluff

WC: 5.4k

Tag List: @nana-banana @xzyxbbh @iluvybs @greasywall @endzii23 @scopoliax @silent-potato23-blog @baekyeonoreo

Warnings for this chapter: explicit smut, fuckin while on drugs (LSD), drug use and its consequences

A/N: In case everyone hasn't already forgotten about this series because I suck horrendously at updating! Sorry! This is also most definitely the most intense thing I have ever written! There's a reason it took me so goddamn long lol hopefully I can be a little more consistent from now on

Masterlist

Addiction (noun): Disorder characterized by compulsive engagement in rewarding stimuli despite adverse consequences

“When’s your next day off?”

He sent her the text a few days after their last night together, a whole day already planned for them in his mind. He just had to figure out how he’d make it happen.

She eagerly let him know, and he told her he’d be picking her up that morning, surprisingly early, but she didn’t question it, she was getting to see him, after all. And from what it sounded like, she’d get him all to herself, all day, at his lavish penthouse.

Baekhyun once again insisted on keeping his plans for them secret, so when that morning arrived and he picked her up, she had no idea what she was in store for. However the last time he’d refused to tell her his plans they ended up getting high, and she had a hunch that it might be something similar.

“Are you finally gonna tell me what we’re doing today?” She asked him once he’d started driving, this time showing up in a different car, a silver convertible Porsche.

‘Hmmm.. No, but I’ll show you once we get to my place. The last surprise was fun though, wasn't it?”

He took his eyes off the road for a second to look over at her, his taunting smile daring her to disagree with him, but knowing she wouldn’t dare.

“So more drugs?”

He grimaced, “sounds bad when you say it like that.”

“Am I wrong though?”

“If I tell you that would ruin the surprise.”

She just laughed and rolled her eyes, deciding to wait until she had more details to really judge.

“You’ve been working all week right? Any more run-ins with Mr Kim?”

As soon as he said it, her eyes went to his arm. Now that he was wearing a t-shirt, she could clearly make out the mark from the cigarette, the burn still not completely healed, and even then, it looked like it might scar.

“I should be the one asking you that, you know.”

She saw him glance down at his arm too. “You didn’t answer the question.”

“No, I likely won’t see him again for a while, thank god.” She frowned, still disappointed that he was so reluctant to talk about it. “What about you though? Do you work with him a lot?”

“Unfortunately, yeah.” He still looked uncomfortably serious, but he perked up in less than a second as he pulled into the garage of his building. “But that’s just showbiz baby.”

He was so nonchalant about it, and left no room for her to protest, so she simply allowed him to lead her up to his beautiful apartment once again.

She hadn’t given too much thought as to what drugs Baekhyun had planned for them to take that day, pretty much assuming that it would be mushrooms again, or maybe some weed or molly. But after digging around a bit in one of his kitchen drawers, he pulled out an envelope containing a small piece of colorful paper, with perforated lines criss-crossing it, dividing it into smaller pieces still. She’s never seen it in person before, but quickly recognized it as LSD.

Just like the time before, he saw the hesitance on her face.

“Hey, what’s wrong? Last time everything ended up fine, and we had a great time, didn’t we?”

“I know we did, but this is different isn’t it? I really don’t want it to be too much or something and start freaking out.”

He sighed, setting the envelope back down on the counter and coming to her, leaning in for a quick kiss. “It’s just the two of us here, no interruptions, no obligations, just you, and me. I won’t let anything bad happen. If you start to feel overwhelmed, just tell me and I’ll do whatever it is you need me to to help you calm back down. That day at Chanyeol's house was the most… at peace, I’ve felt in a long time. I’ve been thinking a lot about that day, and what we talked about, that’s why I want to try this with you.”

“You haven’t done this before either?”

“No, I have, but it’s been a while, I don’t remember much of it.”

“Why don’t you remember it?”

“It's a long story, but I don’t remember much from that time of my life in general.”

As soon as the words left his mouth, he knew he’d said the wrong thing, she looked uncomfortable again.

“Y/n, sweetheart.” He cooed, and her eyes met his, feeling his warm hands intertwining with her own. “You don’t have to do anything, and I don’t want to pressure you, this is just something I’ve had on my mind lately. I still want to get to know you better.”

“Is it not possible to do that without getting high?”

“Of course it is, but you know what I mean.”

She thought back to the day they'd had out at Chanyeol’s house, and she understood what he was saying. “Okay maybe.”

“So what do you say, hm?” His hands ran down her shoulders, then her arms, eyes never leaving hers. The slight tilt of his head and the way he looked at her with his best puppy eyes ruined any ability she might’ve had to reason with herself.

“Alright, if you’re sure it’s a good idea.”

He grinned, and finally he was kissing her, really kissing her, not like the little peck from earlier. His tongue slipped past her lips, and his hand held her face to his own. It didn’t take long for her to start feeling weak in the knees.

As he pulled away he turned to the counter, grabbing the envelope again. He tore off two of the little squares of paper, placing one on his own tongue, and the other on hers.

“What now?”

He shrugged, “It'll start to kick in in about an hour, have you eaten? I can order us something, or see what I have here.”

They ended up making breakfast together, and she was surprised by how sweet he was being to her, even more so than usual. It didn't just feel like the usual flirtation that went on with him. Despite not being much of a cook himself, he did his best to help out, and the way he rested his chin on her shoulder, singing softly in her ear as she stood in front of the stove, made her heart flutter. When she was done he thanked her, and told her time and time again how great the meal was.

By the time they were done eating, she realized she was starting to feel the effects of the drug. Colors were becoming more vibrant, and patterns would start to move if she looked at them for long enough. It wasn't entirely dissimilar from the mushrooms, but it was definitely still different, especially the way her body felt.

Baekhyun must've noticed the way she was staring off at things, or just the unusually large size of her pupils, since he asked, “how are you feeling?”

“I'm not sure.. kind of weird.”

“Come here.”

He led her to the big cozy looking couch in his living room, facing the windows overlooking the river. He sat down, and she followed suit, resting between his spread legs, leaning her head back on his chest. Some music began to play, and even though they were just sitting there, she felt like her mind was going into overdrive.

If the mushrooms made her feel heavy, more in touch with nature, LSD was the opposite. She was buzzing, electric, almost. It wasn't unpleasant, but she didn't exactly enjoy it either.

“Are you okay? Your heart is racing.”

She wouldn't have even realized it if he hadn't brought it up, but he was right.

“I.. don't know.”

“Y/n, baby.”

She turned around, until she was basically laying on top of him on the couch, facing him.

His pupils somehow grew even larger when her eyes met his, and for a good minute, neither of them could look away. The rest of his face looked just as inviting. His skin smooth and sunkissed, pretty features in perfect harmony. And then there were his lips. Soft, pink, asking to be kissed. Eventually she gave into the temptation, and their lips collided.

That was a feeling she had not been prepared for, even in the slightest.

It was like the excitement of kissing him for the very first time, that night at the club, had come rushing back tenfold.

It was he who eventually pulled away, still looking at her with a bit of concern. “You're shaking.”

He took one of her hands that had been resting on his chest into his own, further confirming his previous words.

“Did that not feel crazy for you too?”

The way she looked at him, eyes wide, panting and shaking at the intensity of it, made his chest swell with pride. Any concern he showed quickly melted away as he grinned back at her. “Kiss me again.”

He didn't have to ask twice. She pressed her lips to his without hesitation, moaning into the feeling as waves of euphoria washed over her.

Baekhyun, too, could feel how much more intense it was, kissing her and touching her with the added excitement the drug offered. The MDMA as well as the mushrooms had given a similar effect, but not nearly to the same degree.

While the mushrooms had made him sentimental, wanting to hold her, feel the way her chest rose and fell in sync with his own, the LSD made him ravenous. Sex, while high on mushrooms, didn't even seem possible. The overall heaviness of the body high simply didn't feel sexy, but now he could think of nothing else.

But Baekhyun knew that they had all day, and was in no rush. For what could've been anything from several minutes to a few hours, the drug blurring time into irrelevance, they simply laid there, lips pressing together again and again, until he pushed his tongue past her lips, smiling into it when she once again moaned at the newfound depth of the kiss. With both hands on her waist he felt the way she continued to shake, overwhelmed by the new sensations.

Not wanting to overwhelm her too much, and still enjoying the onset of the drug, Baekhyun eventually pulled away, standing up from the couch, with her following.

He leaned in, forehead resting against hers with a wide grin on his pretty face. “Wanna dance?”

She smiled back at him and nodded, and soon the room was full of music, something sexy that would make them want to move.

With one hand in his own he twirled her around, placing himself behind her, hands on her hips as they both swayed to the beat. The heat of his chest pressed to her back and his words in her ear as he sang along further heightened how intoxicated she already was. The room around her appeared to melt and shift in a colorful whirlwind, though she didn’t mind it, still more focused on the man behind her than anything else. With the music pulsating through her, his body pressed to hers, she gave into it, even tearing up a little as she kept moving her body. This was the definition of euphoria, she thought. It simply couldn’t get any better than this, the rush of it all so overwhelming that it moved her to tears.

When she spun around in his arms, attaching her lips to his own, she saw fireworks behind her eyelids, colorful bursts filling her vision even as her eyes were closed. Every touch of his hands brought waves of delight that surged through her without even an ounce of reluctance. Baekhyun noticed her tears, but he could feel it too, not questioning even for a second if they came from anything but pure happiness.

She let out a yelp when he momentarily broke away before scooping her up in his arms, and carrying her into the bedroom.

Baekhyun, too, felt the burning need for more, seeming almost frantic in the way he laid her down, wasting not a single second before slotting himself between her legs.

He was on fire, his tongue in her mouth, dancing with her own as he tugged on her clothes with a kind of impatience she’d never seen before. He thought he would be able to stay patient, savor the feeling and enjoy her with some restraint, but he now saw how wrong he’d been. With the high at it’s full intensity, he was insatiable, he wanted every piece of her, the craving for more so intense even he began to lose it, hands shaking as he got the clothes off her body. First her shirt, then her pants, and eventually her bra, all thrown haphazardly across the room, no care for anything but the need for more skin.

She arched into him, pushing her hands past his shirt, her touch against his bare abdomen bringing a gasp from him. After one more heated kiss he sat up, pulling the fabric over his head and fussing with his belt, finally getting that off as well. When he leaned back in, he didn’t kiss her, instead, he found himself taking her face in his hand, staring.

“So beautiful… You make me feel so fucking crazy, you have no idea.”

His eyes kept scanning her face, taking her in all he could, the way his words made her lip quiver, the blush on her cheeks, it was all perfection, the high adding an aura of effervescence. To him, she was glimmering, sparkling.

“You’ve been making me crazy ever since I met you.” She answered, knowing she was just as insane for him.

His lips pressed themselves to hers, this time though, something felt different to him. He felt himself almost start to tear up, though he fought it off, not wanting her to see the way it all overwhelmed him, too. The emotions roared to a new peak, making him sentimental, kissing her deeper, in love with the way her hands on his back pressed him further into her, never wanting her warmth to leave him, not then, not ever, as far as he was concerned.

“You’re mine, baby, mine.”

The words were pressed into the side of her neck between kisses, and when her voice failed her, all she could do was nod.

“I want to hear you say it.”

She tried to get it out, she really did, but when his fingers briefly met the waistband of her underwear the words got caught somewhere between a gasp and a moan.

He moved slowly, hungry lips making their way down her neck, spending some time nipping at the sensitive area near her collarbone, before finally giving attention to her bare chest. His hands too squeezed and pinched at the sensitive skin where his lips couldn’t reach, and the sounds she made were music to his ears, though he still wanted to hear those words more than anything else.

“Fuck, say it, please.”

“I’m yours.”

By that point the onslaught of emotion had completely overpowered her, simply giving into the way he touched her, too far gone to even think, making it near impossible to form words. It was all like a dream, his touch combined with the high whisking her away to another plane of existence, one where she could do little more than lay back, shaking, gasping, taking in the waves of pleasure that came her way. The weight of him between her thighs and his mouth and fingers as they teased her nipples felt like heaven and hell all at once, both divine and almost frighteningly tempting. He could see it in the way she looked up at him, eyes glazed over, nothing behind them but desire, a deep yearning for more, even if she couldn’t express it, the intensity rendering her speechless.

In the back of her mind she realized the staggering difference between how he acted then compared to every other time they'd been in bed together. She felt the urgency in the way he touched her, hands that were usually so steady, so confident, now shaking, along with his unsteady breaths. Never before had he voiced such possessiveness either, though it didn't feel out of place in the slightest. She knew she belonged to him, no other man would ever be able to compare. He was so exhilarating, she felt that the piece of paper she'd had was nothing, the real drug was him.

She was already out of her mind, and his hand had yet to venture between her legs. With his mouth still on her chest, kissing and nibbling and sucking at the soft curves, he slowly began to venture south, each kiss on her stomach adding more fuel to the fire within her. When his fingers finally hooked themselves into the waistband, slowly pulling the last piece of clothing off her body, a loud moan fell from her lips. She lay there underneath him, panting, mind in a whirlwind, completely exposed, waiting for more.

Baekhyun was eager to deliver. His mouth went straight in, licking up the wetness he’d coaxed from her thus far, the feeling of his tongue incessantly flicking her clit making her hips push against his face, pleading with him for more. The taste made him groan, vibrations coursing through her, his lips and tongue bringing her close to release quicker than she knew possible. From the very first touch she’s already lost control, twitching and nearly screaming at the strength of her own desire. It was all too much, the tension leaving her helpless to his touch, fingers in his hair as she came on his tongue in mere minutes.

The orgasm washed over her like a rushing waterfall, knocking any rational thought from her mind as she shook and gasped. It was a new experience completely, the added rush of her high bending her mind into an unfamiliar torrent of pleasure. Finally prying her eyes open to look down at him between her legs, the smirk present on his wet lips was pure eroticism, his handsome face a work of art. The onslaught of her high had been so paralyzing she hadn’t even noticed the substantial volume of her moans, not until Baekhyun commented,

“My baby can’t help being loud for me, hm?”

A whine escaped her, anticipation building even further as Baekhyun stripped off the last of his clothes. He reclaimed his place between her thighs, looking down at her flushed face, basking in the warmth of the moment as they both stared, entranced. The beads of sweat on his face appeared more like precious pearls, lips a soft pink pillow, eyes of deep chocolate brown, baiting her to get lost. Even with the way the drug made everything shift and twist about, he stayed still, shining, glowing, illuminating her entire world.

He leaned in, kissing her with an unexpected tenderness, soft lips moving with hers gently, almost carefully. When he pulled back his forehead rested against her own, eyes fixed on hers.

“Do you want more?”

She nodded without any hesitation, and the smile on his handsome face was enough for more butterflies to erupt within her. By that point she was dripping, throbbing, wanting nothing more than to finally feel him inside.

“Can you say it for me?”

“Please, Baekhyun. I want - I need- more. Fuck, please.”

Her eyes were filled with greed and impatience as she watched him grab the packet from the nightstand and roll a condom onto himself, wondering how he was still able to keep it together enough to even consider such a thing. The room continued to dance and shift about in a dream like kaleidoscope as he moved himself over her again, both an anchor and a source of even greater insanity to her.

When she felt him finally push inside, it was like she was experiencing it for the very first time. Now chest to chest, fully flush, surrounded by him completely, she felt herself break. The tears were back, and with every push of his hips into her, sparks filled her distorted vision. She tried to look up at him, but her eyes felt heavy, unable to concentrate on anything but the feeling of him above her, and inside her.

Baekhyun was no better off. The drug amplified everything to such a degree that he too found himself letting go of any restraint, letting the high take him wherever it so pleased. His moans, and the ever increasing cadence of his thrusts told her just how affected he was, too. She began to move with him, rolling her body into his more or less involuntarily, just wanting to feel more of him, and he did all he could to deliver.

When his eyes finally met hers again, his thumb moved to wipe away the tears, though they only communicated to him her immense and paralyzing delight. The way she looked up at him encouraged him further, his hips hitting her more deeply, savoring the feeling every time he entered her, again and again.

The drug had overpowered her senses so entirely, that the lines, the boundary between herself and him began to fade into obscurity, she was a part of him, and he, a part of her. She sensed his pleasure, and felt it in her own body, the same way she knew he felt her, too. They melted together, the high and the closeness of being so intimately connected merging them into one.

Every time he filled her, she felt him brush against that delicious spot deep inside that made her tremble. He was perfection, beyond perfection, even. Having him there with her, enjoying her as she enjoyed him, whisked them away to a different form of reality. Their shared altered consciousness made it all so much heavier, more real than any sexual experience they could have while sober. This was how it was always supposed to be, they were both sure of it.

His hand clutching her face brought her eyes back to his, whimpering at his intense gaze.

“Who do you belong to, baby?”

“You.” She replied weakly, barely able to get the word out.

“Say it again.”

“You- Baekhyun, oh my god.”

Her words stirred up a whirlwind inside him, his lips latching themselves onto the spot on her neck that made her weakest. The pace of his thrusts picked up even more, and she felt her whole body start to tingle, starting from the tips of her toes moving up her body in waves, until she was consumed by it, and again, she fell.

This orgasm was somehow even better than the last, leaving her shaking, gasping, seemingly tearing apart every atom in her body, and then putting her back together again. Her vision went white, arching, twitching, moaning and completely out of her damn mind as he kept fucking her through it, until he too reached his peak.

When it happened for him, he kissed her with such force, such passion, that she couldn’t breathe, though she didn’t feel she needed to anyway. His affection felt more crucial than oxygen, happily accepting his lips as she floated slowly back to her altered state of reality.

They both lay in the aftermath of the near religious experience they just shared, sweating, panting, still pressed to each other as they recovered from the profoundly overpowering encounter that the drug turned their passion into.

Even after several minutes had passed, she was still dizzy, still unable to come to terms with how incredible Baekhyun had just made her feel.

“I love you.” She whispered, thoughtless, the otherworldly memory of it all and his possessive words drifting through her mind. For a while, he didn’t respond, and she didn’t expect him to. It didn’t feel like some sort of big confession, just what the drug and the height of the moment naturally pulled from her lips.

“I..” he paused, becoming tense, eyes digging into her own. “What?”

The harsh change in his tone snapped her back to reality, and she realized her mistake.

“No- shit, I didn’t mean that-”

“What the fuck did you just say?” He said, sitting up, eyes squeezed shut with a pained expression now on his face.

“I’m sorry, it just slipped out in the moment.” She looked at him, worry turning to panic as the look on his face slowly turned into one of anger.

“Get out.”

“What?”

“Get out.” He said again, this time raising his voice, eyes still shut, refusing to look at her.

She started to sit up, tears welling in her eyes, though this time they didn’t come from a good place at all.

“But, you said you wouldn’t let anything bad happen, I’m sorry, I just- I-”

When he finally did meet her eyes, they were hard and mean, not softening at all even at the sight of her tears.

“You can’t be here anymore. Get your shit and get the fuck out.”

“Baekhyun, please, I can't just leave, I'm sorry, really. Please.” She begged, but he wasn't having any of it.

“I said get the fuck out of my apartment. Right fucking now.”

She'd never seen that look on his face before, her shock and upset morphing into fear.

With that she got up, stumbling as she gathered her clothes, leaving his room in a disoriented haze as she got herself dressed, crying harder and harder as the seconds ticked by. The bright colors had turned dark and dull and the patterns that before swirled around so beautifully turned sharp, frightening in their unpredictability. She was delirious as she passed the threshold to his apartment, the hallway seeming to close in on her as she struggled toward the elevator. Luckily nobody saw her as she left the building, eventually collapsing onto a nearby bench under the midday sun, surrounded by the bustling city.

As her eyes squeezed shut she only saw his face, twisted in anger as he told her to leave. It haunted her, though she didn’t want to face the city either, the cacophony of cars and other people entirely too much to handle. She had to get home, and with no other real option, she pulled out her phone, struggling with it for a minute before finally managing to call her best friend.

“Suhyun?”

“Hi! I thought you were gonna be with Baekhyun all day, is everything all right?”

“No…” she said, voice shaking, and even from over the phone Suhyun could tell that something was very wrong.

“Are you okay? Where are you? What happened?”

“I- I don't know, I need you to come get me.”

“Where are you?”

“I don't know, I'm sitting in front of his building, he kicked me out.”

“He did what? You sound weird, what's going on?”

“He gave me drugs, I don't know what to do, I can barely use my phone, I can't take the subway, you have to come get me.”

Suhyun had known her friend long enough to know that something awful had happened, and needed to get there as soon as possible.

“Okay, just stay where you are, I can check your location and come to you, I'll be there as soon as I can.”

She nodded, and her friend on the phone grew even more worried.

“Y/n?”

“Yes! I'm on a bench. I won't move. Please hurry.” Her voice unsteady with the onslaught of tears still pouring out of her.

To make sure her friend was safe, Suhyun stayed on the phone with her until she pulled up, pulling her into the car before making her way towards her friend's apartment.

She was crying quietly to herself in the passenger seat, trying to focus on what was going on outside the window, but still ending up squeezing her eyes shut again and again, seeing his face glaring back at her, making her heart sting every time.

“Can you tell me what happened?”

Finally she looked over at Suhyun, and she saw in her eyes that she wasn't in her normal state of mind, growing more and more worried by the minute.

She just shook her head, too overwhelmed to get a word out as the sobs ran through her.

The day had been so perfect, and because of a few little words he'd seemingly snapped, becoming a completely different person. The harshness with which he'd told her to get out kept replaying, she couldn't escape no matter how hard she tried. His face and his words had etched themselves into her mind, the drug making it all so much more horrible.

They eventually reached her apartment, and Suhyun tucked her into bed, holding her, asking once again, “what happened?”

“He wanted to do LSD together,” she eventually choked out “and we- we had sex, and I felt so insane after, I said I love you to him, just because of how crazy it all felt, and he lost it, and yelled at me that I had to get out.”

“He kicked you out of his apartment knowing you were on drugs?”

She nodded.

“Are you still really high? How bad is it? ”

“I could barely work my phone to call you. All I can see when I close my eyes is his face when he yelled at me to get out but when they're open everything is moving and looks like it's about to attack me. It's awful, I just want this to stop already.”

Suhyun stroked her hair as she cried, comforting her, but was growing more and more angry as well. She decided it would be best to take her phone for a while, worried Baekhyun would try to contact her and make things even worse. She took it from where her friend had discarded it on the bed, sliding it into her pocket.

She stayed like that for hours, just keeping her friend company, talking to her, doing her best to reassure her, seeing the way pain and fear consumed her. When she felt the phone start to vibrate she made an excuse to leave the room, and sure enough, it was him.

“Y/n, I'm so-”

“This is her friend. She can't talk to you right now.”

“I need to talk to her, give her her phone back.” She could hear the desperation in his voice, but she didn't care.

“No. She's fucking wrecked because of you. You threw her out onto the street while she was high out of her goddamn mind. She could've gotten arrested for Christ's sake, all because of your selfish bullshit. If you care about her even in the slightest, and genuinely want what's best for her, you're going to leave her alone. For good. She doesn't need you to fuck up her life even more.”

“Please-”

“Goodbye.”

Suhyun ended the call, cutting him off. When he called again and again, she put the phone on mute, deleting every trace of his trying to contact her. The last thing her friend needed was more of him.

At home in his apartment, Baekhyun cursed himself, nearly throwing the phone into a wall. Unbeknownst to both of the girls, he wasn’t much better off.

Those three words had set something off inside him. His high took an awful turn as he watched her leave the apartment, overcome with anger, but mostly, fear. When he called and couldn’t get through to her, it got even worse. Suhyun’s warning to stay away frustrated him beyond belief, but as much as he wanted to talk to her, he had no clue what he would even say, he couldn’t even understand his own feelings.

The guilt and confusion turned the rest of his day into a living nightmare, hoping that he’d somehow still be able to win her back. However as the hours passed, he did come to a realization.

It wasn’t her words that had caused him to suddenly become so agitated, it was the fact that he’d almost said it back.

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straykeedz · 7 months

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day 22: felix + dry humping

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tw: bff2l trope bc you know me; female anatomy; masturbation (m); ♡

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smut below the cut, minors dni

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“Never have I ever…” Minho starts, smirking slyly at you and you know what he’s about to say. That little fucker. “…had feelings for my best friend.”

What follows Minho’s words are a few seconds of pure, awkward silence, air so thick it could be cut with a knife. You’re sitting by the fire, tents already set up and a few empty bottles of beer and other kinds of liquor by your feet - however neither of you is too drunk to not understand what’s going on, Minho’s words still lingering in the air.

Felix is shocked two times.

The first time is when he sees Jisung raise his glass, glance at Minho, and let out a heavy sigh as he brings it to his lips, swallowing the liquid in one go. The second time is when you raise your glass and bring it to your lips, taking a sip of the bitter liquid, scrunching your nose once you’re finished, avoiding Felix’s gaze at all costs.

For a second there, he’s unable to think - mind going blank because, fuck, he’s your best friend. And Minho’s words… and you drinking… does this mean? Perhaps you… He should drink, too, let you know that he has feelings for you two, but he’s too late.

“Never have I ever…” Seungmin starts, but Felix’s not paying attention to his friend’s words.

His eyes trail back and forth to you, and then to Jisung. You and his hyung are exchanging sad, sympathetic smiles and all he wants to do is tell you that you’ve got it all wrong - that he reciprocates your feelings and he’s just a stupid coward who hasn’t got the balls to confess to you. On the other hand, Minho doesn’t seem to have understood what happened between you and Jisung, at least not until Chan elbows him and whispers something in his ear. Then, Minho’s expression matches Felix’s - shocked, speechless, confused, guilty.

Then, after a few more turns playing the stupid game, Felix sees you standing up, your figure hidden by the oversized sweater you’re wearing - sleeves too long he can’t see your hands, but he just knows you’re fidgeting with your rings or picking at your skin or fingernails, that’s something you always do when you’re feeling uncomfortable. He wishes he could take your hands in his, run his thumb over your knuckles to get you to relax. He wishes he could find the courage in himself to tell you, tell you how he feels towards you.

“I’m going inside, feel tired.”, you announce, and Felix can tell by the tone of your voice that you’re not really tired, that there’s something on your mind, that you’re preoccupied. “Goodnight guys.”

He should come with you - he shouldn’t miss the chance to confront you about what happened a few minutes ago, he should stand up and follow you into your shared tent for the night, but somehow his limbs just won’t move and he ends up being anchored to his spot. Coward, he scold himself, shaking his head.

You, on the other hand, in the thin confines of the tent Felix spent a ridiculous amount of time setting up, are silently praying to yourself that sleep will find you before Felix enters the tent, so that to avoid the risk of being confronted by whatever the fuck happened out there. You should’ve known that your secret wouldn’t be safe with Minho, but you weren’t expecting it to come out tonight of all nights.

Staring at the ceiling, wrapped in your blanket in your sleeping bag, you can’t help but relieve the moment all over again in your head. Why the fuck did you drink? You could’ve pretended, but no, Minho would’ve exposed you either way. And Felix… Felix hadn’t drunk. Forcing yourself to close your eyes and try to sleep, you realize you have to face the hard truth - Felix doesn’t have feelings for you, he only sees you as his best friend.

Too lost in your train of thought, you don’t hear Felix zipping the tent door open, entering your shared space for the night. Right now, you wish you had your own tent - your own, personal space, so that you don’t have to sleep next to him. On top of that, you’re supposed to share the sleeping bag tonight. Anyhow, you close your eyes shut a little too late, and Felix notices.

“Y/n? Are you awake?”, he asks.

You don’t answer, hoping to fool him with your poor acting. Felix knows the reason why you’re trying to avoid him, and he feels crushed, knowing he’s the reason you’re feeling sad and hurt right now. He’s the worst best friend ever. He sighs, turning on the night lamp to change into his pyjamas, which consists of an oversized hoodie and some sweats. Then, once he’s ready for bed, he gets under the covers - beside you. The air is tense, and now it’s his turn to stare at the ceilings - if you can call it that -, unable to fall asleep, and he knows you’re not asleep as well.

“Y/n…”, his deep voice makes you get goosebumps all over your skin. “I’m sorry.”, he whispers.

Of course, you don’t answer - you’re still pretending to be asleep, after all. However, you’re curious, what is he sorry about?

“I should’ve done something, anything.”, he says, and your breath gets stuck in your throat. “Fuck- I should have drunk, too.”

“Don’t, Felix, please.”, your voice comes out in a desperate whisper.

You don’t want him to feel like he has to do something about what happened out there, and you most definitely not want him to feel forced to say he feels the same when, clearly, he doesn’t. You keep telling yourself that it’s okay if he doesn’t reciprocate your feelings, you’ll just have to get over your crush and then your friendship will go back to normal without hard feelings between the two of you.

“Wha- why?”

You sigh. “Because it makes me feel worse. Can’t we just forget about it?”

“I can’t forget, y/n.” Felix argues, and God, you hate his stubbornness.

“Felix-“, you start, but he interrupts you.

“I have feelings for you, too.”

His words make your blood run cold. He did not just say that. You know he probably said it just to make you feel less bad about being blatantly rejected in front of all your friends. However, your heart starts beating fast in your chest.

“You’re drunk, you don’t know what you’re saying.”, you scoff, shaking your head, clearly not believing him. Why would you, after all? He’s never shown any interest in youin that way. Well, neither have you, but that’s not the point.

“I’m not drunk. You know I’m not.”

He’s right. Felix always slurs his words and starts giggling like a child when he’s drunk. Also, he gets incredibly red in the face and all touchy. And right now, he’s not doing any of these things. So you believe him.

“Felix, stop.”, you sigh. “Stop getting my hopes up, it’s not fair.”

He hears how whiny your voice sounds, and all he wants to do is wrap his arms around you and pull you close, but he decides to respect your boundaries. After all, you’re still on your side, you haven’t turned around to look at him. It feels a hundred times harder, confessing his feelings for you this way, and it’s not how he imagined he would do it.

“I’m serious, y/n.” Felix says. “I really do have feelings for you in a romantic way.”, he explicitly says.

You turn around, lying on your back, not looking at him yet. You fidget with the hem of your hoodie. “Then why… why didn’t you drink when Minho… when he…”, you trail, unable to get the words out of your mouth as you repeat the scene over and over in your head.

“Because I’m a coward, that’s why.” Felix quickly says.

You two stay quiet for a while, just staring at the ceiling, laying next to each other in the silence of your tent. Your hearts are beating fast in your chests, and you’re both smiling like idiots, from ear to ear, and Felix is proud of himself for finally confessing to you after months- no, years, of bottling up his feelings.

“So, you… you have feelings for me.”, you mumble.

“Mh-hm.” Felix hums.

“And I have feelings for you.”

He hums again.

You finally turn to look at him, shifting your body on your side, and he does the same. You’re face to face, smiling timidly at each other, and he looks so beautiful, his features clearly visible thanks to the warm, faint light provided by the night lamp.

“Felix, can you… can you kiss me?”, you mumble timidly, shifting your gaze from his face to your hands.

He shifts under the covers, getting closer to your body. Despite his shaking hands, he manages to move a lock of hair from your cheek, and he gets even closer - you can now feel his breath on your mouth. When his nose brushes yours, you both close you eyes in anticipation, and the next thing you know, Felix’s lips are on yours.

You’re kissing. Fuck, you’re really kissing Felix. And honestly, it does feel a bit weird to kiss your best friend, but you like the feeling. It’s clumsy and timid and so, so overwhelming in the best way possible. You just hope it’s the same for him. When you pull away, you look at him, and you’re both red in the face.

“So, uh… how was it?” Felix asks, trying his best to look you in the eyes despite his nervousness.

“Weird.”, you say with a smile.

“Oh.” Felix’s face drops.

“Good weird.”, you clarify.

“Oh.” Felix rises his eyebrows, there’s a sparkle in his eyes and a smile on his face. His body instantly relaxes. “Can we… do it again?”

You nod, and this time it’s you who pulls him closer, crashing your lips on his, placing your hand on his cheek, then move it to the nape of his neck, toying with his hair as you deepen the kiss. His tongue brushes your lower lip, then enters your mouth slowly, delicately - just as he entered your life. You pull away from each other only to catch your breaths, and then you’re back to kissing as if you wanted to make up for all the time you could’ve been doing this.

And then you feel it.

A hard bulge, pressing against your abdomen. He’s hard. He’s kissing you and he’s hard. Because of you. The thought’s enough to make your head spin, and you want to do something about it, but at the same time don’t want to take things too far. Sleeping with him, or even foreplay, is a big step, and you don’t want it to happen for the first time while you’re in a tent, camping, with your friends nearby. But you want to take them just a little bit further - after all, you’re turned on, too, wetness pooling in your underwear.

Felix pulls away from the kiss and rests his forehead against yours, moving the lower part of his body so that his hard-on is not pressing against you anymore. “Sorry.”, he chuckles, embarrassed.

“It’s okay.”, you reassure him.

“Sometimes it just happens, dicks are weird, you know?”, the tips of his ears are red.

“Oh, so it’s not because I turn you on?”, you quirk an eyebrow at him, and he’s left speechless, mouth agape as if he wanted to say something, eyes open wide.

“I- no, you… I mean, you do. But- I thought-“, he stutters, unable to get a full sentence out.

“You’re so cute.”, you bite your lip and smile at him, before pulling him in for another kiss, rolling your hips against his so that his crotch brushes yours once more. You grind against it, and a muffle sound escapes his mouth.

“Y/n-“, your name falls from his lips easily, and his hand finds your waist to halt your movements. “You… we don’t… I mean-“

“How about we take things just a little bit further?”, you whisper on his lips, looking him in the eye so he knows you’re serious about this and you really want it.

He blinks a few times as he processes your words. “Are you sure?”, he asks, and you nod, convinced.

“Mh-hm…”, you peck his lips once more. “Just… touch each other over the clothes, maybe?”, you suggest.

Felix nods. “Okay.”, he licks his lips and then kisses you, before he starts grinding his hips against yours.

To be honest, you can’t feel that much. You’re both wearing sweats since it’s cold outside, and the layers don’t really provide enough friction between your bodies. You’re sure Felix feels the same, but of course he won’t mention it - he’s too respectful of your boundaries.

“Can we- maybe take some clothes off?”, you pant, breaking the kiss.

“We can do whatever you’re comfortable with.”

You undress yourselves until you’re both left in your underwear only. You’ve seen Felix shirtless countless of times, but this time’s different. All the other times he didn’t have a boner pressed against your clothed cunt, he wasn’t grinding against you, desperate for some friction. Pretty, hoarse grunts didn’t leave his mouth all the other times, and his hand wasn’t gripping your hip.

“Does it feel good?”, he groans, hot dick resting against your folds, brushing your clit with each movement of his hips.

You do feel good, but somehow it’s not enough. “I- yes,” you reassure him, seeing he was already panicking. “It feels good, but…”

“Not enough?”

You shake your head slowly, sighing. “It feels good, I promise, it’s just…”

“You want more?”, he asks with a deep voice, and you clench around nothing.

You nod, knowing he’s not suggesting sex - neither of you is ready to do it properly. Not here, not tonight.

“Maybe we can try… I mean, we would be naked, but there’d be a sheet between us, you know?”, he swallows the lump in his throat. “We’d feel each other closer.”

“Okay.”

Felix’s body shifts as he changes his position. He’s on top of you now, body hovering over yours, but you’re not pressed together. You wonder if he’s feeling cold, shirtless, while you get to be covered by the bedsheet. But Felix’s not feeling cold at all. In fact, he feels like he could pass out from a heatstroke right now, in the middle of the night, while it’s freezing cold outside.

From underneath the sheet, you take off your bra, then slide your underwear down your thighs until they stay hooked on one of your ankle. Felix doesn’t get to see tour naked figure, covered by the thin, dark layer, but his cock has never been harder nonetheless. He captures your lips in a kiss as he positions his body between your spread thighs, then his hand reaches the waistband of his boxers, and he finally pulls them down his legs.

He was right - you do feel closer to him. So close, it almost feels as if the thin layer of the bedsheet isn’t there. Almost. Intertwining your fingers with his, he starts to move, grinding his hips against yours, allowing you to feel every movement of his hard cock against your pussy. You’re so aroused you’re sure you’re leaking onto the sheets, but you can’t bring yourself to care right now. Not with the way he’s thrusting his hips, pressing the sheets against your clit, the friction causing you to let out a louder moan.

“Do you - like it?”, he tries to hold back a moan by biting his lip.

You nod, hiding your face in the crook of his neck. The bedsheet shifts a little, allowing Felix to catch a glimpse of your naked boob, nipple hard, and he licks his lip just thinking about how bad he wants to capture it between his lips and suck on it. The thought is enough to make him snap his hips faster, the tip of his cock right above your clit.

“Oh, my God- right there.”, you whimper, and your nails find their place on Felix’s bare shoulders as he repeats the movement.

“Here?”, he grunts, hitting the same spot. Usually, he has no trouble in finding the clit, but right now it’s a little bit harder, considering he can’t see you.

You nod frantically, throwing your head back on the pillow. “Yes, there. Please.”

Your exposed neck and collarbone are too tempting, and Felix latches his mouth on your skin as he keeps moving his hips against you, moaning to the feeling of your wetness soaking the sheet - he can feel how wet you are against his cock.

“I- I’ll probably won’t last much longer.”, he warns you, gripping your waist with one of his hands as his thrusts become more desperate.

“It’s okay- ‘m close.”, you pant.

He widens his eyes. “You are?”, he sounds surprised - he is, but your words only encourage him to keep going.

“I am.”, you tug at his hair, feeling the familiar warm feeling in your lower belly. “So close, please don’t stop.”

Felix finds out tonight that his new favorite sound is the little whimper you make as you come. Because of him. For him. Pulling him closer, breathing heavily against his mouth as your lips are pressed together, nails digging in his skin. And suddenly, he’s on the verge of his orgasm too, and instantly pulls away from your body, knowing that if he cums on the bedsheets he’ll surely stain them - he learned it the hard way. So he lies on his back, next to you, and jerks himself off, somehow not embarrassed that you literally saw him naked - you’re still looking at him, eyes set on his crotch, admiring the way his hands moves fast around his length. He cums with a hoarse grunt, cum landing on his abdomen with five, long spurts and he finally slows down his movements as he comes off of his high, panting heavily as he catches his breath.

After a couple of seconds, he realizes that he’s literally laying beside you, completely naked, with cum all over his body, and he grows embarrassed, cheeks flushing red. “Could you… pass me a tissue or something - anything?”, he wishes the ground would swallow him whole, but he relaxes instantly when he sees you smiling at him. He has no reason to feel embarrassed, you’re his best friend after all.

You peck his lips. “Sure.” You slip on your hoodie and slide your panties up again, before reaching for your backpack, where you keep your tissues and wet wipes.

He cleans himself up and then puts his clothes back on, and then you slip under the covers together. He pulls you in for a tight hug, resting his chin on your head, and you hide your face in the crook of his neck, breathing in his scent. The whole tent is filled with the smell of sex, of both of your releases, and it somehow makes you smile, knowing it’s all real - you didn’t imagine anything, everything’s real. You have feelings for your best friend and he reciprocates them.

You fall asleep like that - legs entangled, Felix’s arms enveloping you in a hug and you with your hands on his back, occasionally slipping them under his hoodie to feel the warmth of his skin.

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eventideluminary-games · 4 months

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In south of the Siji Empire, there is a kingdom the sun favors, staying warm and bright through the year. Clothed in luxuriant ruby red silks, the gold of the sunrays, and adorned in feathers, its people are said to house the spirit of fire within themselves. They live their lives loving, desiring, and hating with incandescent fervor. Fueled by the flames of their namesake and the blessing of the sun, the air is ripe to burst into a unstoppable wildfire. Welcome to the Vermillion Court.

The Vermillion Court is a current WIP and new interactive CYOA novel. The focus is heavily on romance, drama, and the characters. It is inspired by fantasy period-piece C-Dramas (Chinese Dramas) and historical romance manhua/manhwa. It will combine pieces from multiple fantasy period-pieces, both Western and Eastern. It's being written in ChoiceScript.

This game is my palate cleanser for my main game, Under the Eyes of Themis. Updates may be slow since that game will receive most of my attention, but I will try to update at least once a month! Please feel free to send asks or anything, since this has quickly become a bit of a passion project!

Note: Because this is still a WIP, some names of characters or places may change. All names are presented as "Last Name" "First Name" and I will provide pronunciation guides in the game as well as on the info pages on the blog!

Genre: Romance, Drama, Court Drama

Rating: 18+ (Will include sexual content, potential violence, and typical warnings attached to fantasy period-pieces)

Tracked Tag: #the vermillion court

Demo || Romance Options || Side Characters || FAQ || Tag Navigation || Pintrest || Dedicated Side Blog

In The Vermillion Court, you are taken to the fantasy period-piece inspired world and continent of Nian. You play as the Fourth Prince or Princess of the Xiatian Kingdom, the child of the King of the Xiatian Kingdom and one of his consorts. As Fourth Prince/Princess, you have a pretty open schedule and a nice cushy life. Being among the first five princes and princesses makes you a prominent enough figure and with six siblings ahead of you in line, no one's really paying attention to what you want to do with your life.

The year is 730 and spring has just given way to the summer season. Various festivals and events are held across the Siji Empire to celebrate the season. At 21-years-old, you're all but happy to attend the social events of the season. Before you leave for the main city, your grandmother informs you that you should look for a partner while there. Apparently your father has been convinced by his favorite wife, Consort Xing, to start marrying you and your siblings off to the other kingdoms. You suspect it has to do with trying to make her son the Crown Prince and are dreading seeing your whole family together again.

Your personal guard and maid accompany you to the capital of Xiatian, where you start a season of festivities, social events, and romance, while also maneuvering the politics of your court and the drama that comes with it.

Play as a man or woman. Choose to be gay, straight, or bisexual

Customize the way you look. Decide what to wear to events to make an impression on the guests

Attend various festivals, parties, and social events to boost your reputation and make allies to help defend you against courtly drama

Choose to romance 1 of 6 characters: your Personal Guard, your Maid, a Lord from the Chuntian Kingdom, a Lady from the Dongtian Kingdom, a Merchant from the Qiutian Kingdom, or a Courtesan

Each route follows the same set of 6 events, but each varies greatly from the others

Find a fiancé(e) before summer ends!

The Fourth Prince/Princess of the Xiatian Kingdom - You (he/him) or (she/her)

You play as the 21-year-old Fourth Prince/Princess of the Xiatian Kingdom. Your father is King Nan Shaimian of the Xiatian Kingdom and your mother is his consort, Consort Huo Qinwen. You are 1 of their 4 children, having 1 older brother and a younger brother and sister, but that fails in comparison to your 18 half-siblings.

You are one of Dowager Queen Nan Niexing's favorite grandchildren, which she proudly states much to the chagrin of your father's 4 other wives.

Appearance: player determined.

Your Personal Guard - Si Huaiqiao (he/him)

Huaiqiao is your personal bodyguard. He is 25-years-old and has been guarding you since you were children. He is very serious and a tad grumpy, always wearing a frown. He doesn't take his job lightly, coming across overprotective, even for a personal guard. He tends to be clueless when it comes to romance, often missing the many women and men flirting with him. You appreciate his work, but maybe you've come to see him more than just your guard?

Appearance: Huaiqiao is a very tall man, standing at around 6'4. He is muscular and fit and is considered to be very attractive. He has straight black hair pulled out of his face that falls to about mid-back when loose. He has clear fair skin and deep black eyes.

Your Maid - Xu Chanyu (she/her)

Chanyu is your personal maid. She is 20-years-old and has been helping you since you were 15. She is a clumsy maid, fumbling over her words and feet quite often but she tries her best and you've come to find her incompetence rather endearing. Besides, it's not like you keep her in your company because she's a good maid, but rather because she's the only assassin who's came close to killing you. Maybe you've come to see her in a different light?

Appearance: Chanyu is a small and lithe woman. She's about 5'0 and is deceptively strong, regularly holding her own against Huaiqiao. Her hair is a dark reddish-brown and her eyes are a dark brown. Her skin is tanned with some freckles.

The Lord from the Chuntian Kingdom - Shen Kounao (he/him)

Kounao is a noble from the Chuntian Kingdom who's arrived at the Xiatian Kingdom as a diplomatic envoy. He is 22-years-old and is suave and charming. It's easy to see why the Chuntian Kingdom sent him as one of their envoys. Despite holding a position of importance, he tends to be a bit immature and childish, enjoying playing pranks on the other envoys who accompanied him. You find his company refreshing. Maybe you could pursue him as a potential husband?

Appearance: Kounao is man of average height and build, standing at about 5'9. He is fit, but not muscular. He is of partial foreign descent with clear brown skin and short straight black hair. His eyes are dark brown, nearly black.

The Lady from the Dongtian Kingdom - You Sandong (she/her)

Sandong is a noble from the Dongtian Kingdom who's arrived at the Xiatian Kingdom as a diplomatic envoy. She is 21-years-old and is very quiet. Her facial expression doesn't change much and she prefers to keep to herself. She doesn't have much to say, but enjoys letting you talk. She's a welcome change of pace to the typically hectic palace. Her icy demeanor intimidates some people, but maybe you find it charming?

Appearnace: Sandong is a woman of average height at about 5'5. She is beautiful with long straight black hair and icy blue eyes. Her skin is pale and clear. She is thicker with a fuller figure than her counterparts from other kingdoms.

The Merchant from the Qiutian Kingdom - Wei Duqiong (he/him)

Duqiong is a merchant from the Qiutian Kingdom who's come to the Xiatian Kingdom to boost his sales during the festival. He is 23-years-old and comes off as a bit shady. He's an effective business man able to charm even the hardest of buyers, but he's very private about his life, not enjoying small talk. You find him to be mysterious and intriguing, not really having met someone like him before. Maybe you'd like to take the time to get to know him better?

Appearance: Duqiong is a tall man standing at around 6'0. He is thin and lean. He appears to be from partial foreign descent. He has medium-length straight blonde hair pulled into a low ponytail and warm brown eyes. He has smooth light brown skin.

The Courtesan - Wu Nahou (she/her)

Nahou is a courtesan from one of the more popular courtesan houses in the city. Unlike her some of sisters, Nahou doesn't provide any physical services and just entertains at parties by playing music, dancing, and reciting poetry. She is 24-years-old and is pleasant and demure while working. Off the clock, she is more rowdy with strong opinions and a confident, self-assured attitude. Maybe you'd like to spend more time with her?

Appearance: Nahou is a shorter woman at about 5'3. She is of partial foreign descent with wavy red hair and hazel eyes. Her skin is pale with freckles and she's considered to be very beautiful. Her frame is more slight and willowy than simply thin.

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