#i have a pretty large collection of pictures now but i could always use more

[maliciousalice]

@thresholdbb omg tumblr ate your ask but thankyou for asking!!!!

👕Character whose fashion you like.

Phoar! Startrek really isn't a show I associate with being fashionable. It's very camp isn't it? In theory a lot of the wardrobe is really cool and they wanted to gain that retro-future aesthetic. Did it work? I'm not sure. However it does make a statement. The Startrek aesthetic is really recognizable and that's important! I think that's where modern trek kind of looses the plot. It's not as careful about the unique visual design as a whole anymore and as a result it doesn't settle in our minds. Is it bad artistry? No but it's not as stringent. What I mean by that is older trek cared about nuance. For example every haircut was done the same way on men, or suits were tailored in a way to look sleek but practical (they weren't). Gaudy patterns were important to denote things like status. It looks ugly on the outside but when you're watching the show it envelops you and makes you feel welcomed into the universe.

I digress.

To answer this, the most fashionable character, hands down, is Quark! That mfer always looks good, and has the finest drip in the galaxy. Love that.

🥲 ST moment that makes you cry.

There are two moments that make me particularly sad. Kate's acting in the climax of Resistance is incredible. I read somewhere she had a special-wink-wink- relationship with the Director in the early seasons and she was being tested by this episode in some regard. I think it paid off. I treasure any time her captain-hood is removed, and the extreme vulnerability of Janeway is on display-MWAH MWAH poignant. This episode is beautifully intimate, particularly this scene. It's overall gorgeous and unique in how she whispers to him, as if there is nothing more important than to secure his peace of mind as he dies, and it's heart rending when it ends with her just crouching there, emotionally alone. I love how Janeway is forced into the father-daughter dynamic between her and Caylem, one that she would ordinarily resist (heh themes) because I think it inherently weakens her status. The back and forth throughout the episode of them taking care of each other's welfare is so it's terribly sad when it's torn down and we discover the truth behind Caylem's family. If you've dug around her character you know that her Admiral-Father has had impact on her life. She's haunted by him in both a figurative way by being a Captain, and literal sense later on in Coda. Much like Caylem, she looses her father in a violent manner that she has to carry around while she forges ahead. It also reflects well on Kate's relationship with her actual father, she recently revealed that she was never able to get him on her page, but in spite that she adore him with all her might. So a scene like this is really revealing-I believe she was able to draw upon those feelings and that's kinda neat to be so raw as an actor. SIGH.

This one just straight up made me cry fr because Prodigy s1 is a really mature, well done piece of (Startrek) media. Holo Janeway has an irony about it where in the end she is program designed to be a teacher, and she didn't expect to develop a strong bond with the crew. Her final moments are of displaying a huge amount of selflessness and courage to help the kids get out of trouble, similarly to how Janeway would approach dire circumstances. The music swelling and the ship activating is just OOOOF!!! I love how it parallels Dal's initiation of the first Protojump in a Moral Star. By that means It suggests how proud she is to get to do this for them. As a character she is really interesting to think about, in a way I can't entirely articulate. A lot of her moments are quite sad in general, she has to keep an active role so she isn't ignored, and help where help is needed, but at the same time she has constraints, one being that she manipulated by the antagonists. And In contrast to that, the kids do their best to help her feel like she is important and more than a command program to be used insincerely. She grew to love the Protostar crew, that's evident in her body language in this scene. She has a lot of depth overall. Equal to the real Janeway she deeply feels love, guilt and pain, but importantly she is transformed by the her time on the Protostar and while active, learns and grows with Dal, Rok-tak, Zero, Jankom and Gwyn. It's REALLY sweet that they care all care about each other.

I love her and I love JANEWAY!!!!

🥹 Favourite behind the scenes picture.

Ooooh I love all behind the scenes stuff. My brother in Christ It's super difficult to just name one thing and I'm very greedy!! I wish we had more BTS content for Voyager but sadly, it's a matter of grab what you can, however you can. Anyway, I have an inherent interest in seeing the cogs behind the wheel. I chose these samples because I think they're charming.

The continuity polaroid's are so fun and a lost technique, I like to think about assistants having to pull the actors aside and asking them to take those. How daunting! Kate's grin in the one where she is offset is SO cute. So she must have been in a good mood, super Cheeky!

Following that is a screenshot from a video of her having her makeup done. A rare catch. I like this because she often sooks about how much time hair and makeup was spent on her to become Captain Janeway. I get it's a huge time-sink, but love or hate it, the full irony is that her early season appearance is really iconic and in it's own right adds to Captain Janeway's sensibility. Silly goose Kate! Besides that, she looks hot checking herself out, haha.

Moreover, I love on-set editorial photos of actors in costume. While we did have heaps of them in the Starfleet uniform, I wish we had a larger collection with clearer releases, it would have given an opportunity to see in things of interest better detail. Particularly the lower half of unique costumes. For whatever reason special outfits weren't often established or framed for us to see the legs in the show, so a nice big photograph would have solved that. Also I love that these style of pictures capture an impression of an episode without giving it away.

Similarly, fly on the wall on-set photos are cool. They're way more intimate and candid than anything else and it makes me feel as though I am spying on the actors, but they're also a good way to document how things might have been on set.

The Timeless one is interesting too because it's of a deleted scene, we never see Chakotay look at a dead Janeway (how deliciously macabre!), but at some point in time it was in the script and they filmed it.

Hmm this bts picture of Janeway in the Cardigan is adorable! I believe it was worn by Kate for a Charity but look how cute she looks? Makes me wish we saw her mess around with things like that more because 7 Years is a long ass time to be in uniform everyday ( coming from someone who went to school in a Uniform and enjoyed it for the most part). Casual Fridays anyone?

I love this gif. It's from the first shoots of Caretaker and Kate looks so radiant! Her smile is is breathtaking! Whenever I see this gif I get a sense of delight. Poor thing had no idea what she was getting herself into, haha. Really though, check out the original Caretaker photos, they're super-cool. The history behind it is fascinating; I'd love to see more footage from that version of the pilot episode. Unfortunately, it's probably not preserved well, much like lots of Paramount's historical material.

On a similar trend, it's fun to see this set of pictures too. It's for the First Contact film / maybe the Universal studios ride, when she reprised her role as Vice AdmiralJaneway. Kate was genuinely delighted to do this cameo and it shows. As per her operandum she put her whole self into this small segment and that's so darling. It makes me wish we had more of this Janeway at that point in time. I love post Endgame chubby-Janeway. In a fictional sense it denotes that she is comfortable or stressed to be an Admiral (sadly it's the latter in real life) or whatever and I love that for her.

These kind of pictures are fun because it's been said that at times it was the most playful set to be on. There are tales that the cast were not that serious all the time. You get that impression here, and it's probably why the majority of them are still good friends to this day. They're like a family bros!!! Having worked in media I know that wrapping up after working on something for a long time is really rewarding and I bet they had a good time at parties.

Apropos previous, the opposite can be said. While they had fun, the hours were long and the scripts intensive. Kate was around for all of the episodes of Voyager in one way or another, and still managed to bring her A-game each time. She is truly admirable! Seeing her so exhausted is charming. She had a lot of weight to carry for the franchise and did an exemplary job performing her way through 7 years of weird and wonderful material. I wonder how often they fell asleep on set? I know I would. Get some rest queen!

Finally, I've been following Prodigy bts as best I can, and because of my career in animation I get pretty interested in Production art. I love seeing the fast metamorphosis of a visual style. It's really impressive how much attention they applied to the designs, maintaining the older stuff, while adapting a new frontier. One of the lead artists made some pretty neat observations to get Kate's appearance right. It's so cool that they documented that journey, because from my dabbling I know she has a very beautiful, distinct face that isn't easy to capture.

ANYWAY Thankyou for reading my fat thesis fellas. tl;dr i love this stinky Startrek Voyager and by extension the franchise.

#I AM SO SORRY FOR THIS WALL OF TEXT I HAVE A LOT TO SAY AND I THINK ABOUT THIS DARN SHOW A LOT #also my bad it's mostly voyager but it's my true love #hope you can make sense of this I'm fairly illiterate and writing is so hard for me lol that's why i write more than is probably necessary #i like the other trek shows but this one is something special if you know what i mean #appreciate you if you read all this MWAH MWAH #thankyou for the ask thresholdbb ily!!! #Thresholdbb #Kathryn Janeway #janeway #star trek voyager #star trek prodigy #st:voy #kate mulgrew #no sources for this you just gotta trust im a big fat expert :^) #i really need an editor my dyslexic-a jumbles up and forgets words when i write its so embarassing #i have a pretty large collection of pictures now but i could always use more #i also should probably save videos where i can because they get buried / removed from the internet

[justenjoythegossip]

WILL ALBA’S IMMATURITY, RACISM AND ALLEGED INFIDELITY BE USED TO EXPLAIN THE SPLIT?

Regardless of where people find themselves on the spectrum, I am pretty sure they would agree on the fact that Chris and Abba are not endgame. Far from it. The question is not whether they will break up or not. It’s definitely not a question of if. It’s a question of when. It’s a question of how. I already wrote a post about whether or not Chris’ fans will be held responsible for the ending of the shitshow. And given what we’ve witnessed coming from certain blogs last night, it still seems like a very valid and likely option. 

The very questionable medium article…

I will not discuss the credibility of this publication for the simple reason that until yesterday, I had never heard of it in the first place. And I suspect I am not the only one. So I would argue that this fact alone is telling in itself. 

But one has to wonder whether a fan/troll wrote this piece. Or, whether this was written by someone from Chris’ team passing for a possessive fan to hint at a potential break-up. But even if that was true, people shouldn’t expect a divorce announcement so soon. They could be breadcrumbing for a while, like they have been doing since the beginning of this “relationship”. And why wouldn’t they drag this for as long as they can? We know Chris and Abba are both desperate attention seekers and I am pretty sure they will want to continue with the charade for as long as it can benefit them. However this article is more than questionable. And for many reasons. 

Why it doesn’t pass the test of credibility from a PR standpoint…

This article is completely over the top and extreme in the picture it depicts. Chris is seen as this poor innocent victim and Abba as this super uber arch-villain. Given the optics of this relationship (he looks like her old uncle) and the power dynamics at play (he is a powerful Hollywood star and she is a no-name actress from a small country), I don’t need to say that the picture they are selling in that article is a PR nightmare in the making. The caricature is not only absolutely grotesque, but it also reeks of misogyny. 

If people don’t follow other celebrities, I’d like to mention the case of Joe Jonas and Sophie Turner, which happened fairly recently. He and his team tried to hurt her by doing a very insidious and over-the-top smearing campaign against her but it backfired on him big time. What is interesting is that Sophie Turner did make a lot of strategic appearances with her bestie Taylor but she never lowered herself to play those ugly tactics. She chose to remain silent which hurt Joe even more because again you can’t fight against someone who doesn’t want to fight back, it makes you look like a bully. Obviously Abba is no Sophie, she doesn’t have her career, her popularity or her large fandom but you get the point.

And what also makes this article totally implausible is this: ”Despite his past struggles in the realm of romance, Chris remains optimistic about finding his true soulmate and starting a family.” First of all, no one would ever say that publicly after getting divorced even if the marriage only lasted 5 months and was non-legally binding. It’s a time to regroup, to collect yourself and to reflect. Also it makes him look like an unstable neurotic mess. 

But what this article provoked was quite interesting…

An all-out war between the seemingly psychotic Team PR & Team Real blogs

Majorscammer and her band of goonish cultists completely lost it last night (interesting sidenote: the tone and rhetoric used by all these mods is now completely identical). They were always unhinged, mean, arrogant, and insulting (“bitchy” according to Majorscammer herself) but it got even more insane last night as they patted themselves on the back for having been right all along despite having lied about pretty much everything for quite a long time. They even called their counterparts from Team Real out by names and attacked them violently. Of course, Team Real blogs responded and posted an article on Medium, saying Chris and Abba were still together and proving that people could post anything on that website. They also proved they looked just as insecure and irrational as their counterparts Team PR blogs. If it wasn’t pure show (and it clearly is), we should recommend them to commit themselves to a mental institution.

But as we have witnessed since the beginning, those Team PR and Team Real blogs were always meant to fight. It was always about feeding the discourse, keeping people engaged, riling them up to distract them from the actual truth. And with yesterday’s show, those teams tried to keep the passion going as I think fans are getting tired of the obvious BS. It’s getting so repetitive, there are not so many twists and turns and let’s be honest Chris and Abba are not the most fascinating protagonists.

What main purpose did that questionable article likely serve? 

The answer to that question seems pretty straightforward. All we have to do is to read the last sentence of that article, which is in bold characters in case we missed the point:

“Chris will attend the Emerald City Comic Con in Seattle on Friday, March 1 and Saturday, March 2.”

Look at what has been fed to the fandom recently:

A sight of Chris’ doppelganger with no ring

Abba skiing with her friends without the ring

Chris posting Dodger in MA for Valentine

Chris posting pictures of himself in LA without his wife (she recently said in an interview that this is where she lives) from a month ago

All of these are hints and breadcrumbs that Chris and Abba might be splitting up. Maybe they are. Maybe they aren’t. But the point is all eyes will be riveted on Chris as he speaks at the Con in Seattle. I should mention that this conference will be a live-broadcast on YouTube. How convenient, isn't it?

Will he wear the ring? Will he not wear the ring? We have seen that movie before, haven’t we? Yes, I believe we have! 

[rriavian]

According to your universe, which feeling Corinthian feels most towards Dream? Is it Desire or devotion or anything else?

And which feeling Dream feels most towards Corinthian? Is it affection? Or Desire? Or possessiveness or something else?

It is not necessary to mention one answer only. You may write a paragraph on what range of feelings they have for each other

Jessamy, my dearest—you have been incredibly patient thank you so much for this question! I’ve been thinking about this for weeks (it’s been sat in my drafts since before I went on holiday) but spent a while trying to get the wording right. I hope you enjoy my answer <3

I do think it’s love! Just perhaps not a human love.

The Baiting the Trap ‘verse works on the premise that after hundreds of years of sexual tension the Corinthian finally gets the chance to act on it as well as his anger at his creator. He was pretty certain Dream was going to destroy him afterwards so decided to just go for it. He’d been cool and collected for far too long and the lid was not going back on that box now it’s open. Dream is no less interested (he did initiate after all) but though far more unhinged when it comes to love/jealousy his sexual desire is a bit more chill. Idk, maybe it’s because I’m ace but I see him as being like ‘eh, depends on the sex so you better make it good’ when it comes to taking someone to bed.

It’s the devotion in observable/tangible actions that I think reels him in, that I think is the real lure, the single minded focus of another all for him is something Dream doesn’t bother trying to resist. He'll never see it as a weakness either. I think it stems partly from a unmet need to feel entirely accepted, entirely wanted, when so often there are parts of him that others find too extreme.

Too sharp.

So Baiting the Trap is still only just entering the second ‘arc’ which means there’s a lot more to some but…

The antagonism, the extremes, the spectrum of morality and the acceptance/competition of each other’s sharpness…it’s always going to be a large part of their relationship. Though I would add that I think the Corinthian’s greedy possession is a grounding force, which I’ve mostly implied up to this point but there will be some more explicit confirmations coming up in the series. Dream likes how fiercely he’s claimed, how intent his nightmare is on knowing him. Yeah it's the Corinthian figuring out weaknesses too but…it’s looking beneath. Trying to see him as he is.

It’s wanting to.

And it’s wanting to put his fingerprints all over him.

Dream made the Corinthian (which gives us all the wonderful facets of a creator/creation dynamic) but…to him there is something unique about being chosen. About laying the bait and having the Corinthian decide to take it every time. Even if Dream knows that he will, knows that he can offer himself, he isn’t forcing it. As much as that prods at the Corinthian’s desire for agency, stings his pride, it also gives to it. In a way BTT Dream is soothing the original wound of the Corinthian’s betrayal for them both. He rebelled by turning away, by leaving, but this is him deciding to act that frustration out while also no longer denying how much he wants Dream.

So just by being so obsessed with defeating him in such a deeply personal—up close and incredibly intimate—way, the Corinthian is effectively giving Dream all the attention he could ever want.

Promising a constant supply of the devotion I think Dream requires to feel satisfied by a lover.

Though it’s by no means one sided. The Corinthian gets a taste of looking at the bigger picture, at Dream’s responsibility for the larger scale, and that’s compelling to him in this context because understanding it allows him to enjoy what it means for his creator to turn away for even a little while. Disgruntlement over Dream’s commitment to his responsibilities has always been (and always will be) a source of tension in their relationship. But this is also a manifestation of the Corinthian’s canon need to prove he was made right—that I also tend to interpret as his wish to prove he is the most worthy believer, the only one to do it correctly—so now he dares blasphemy so he can worship without distance.

While Dream is enjoying the novelty of being the singular object of another's focus, the Corinthian gets to enjoy moments of having what is essentially a universe stare him down without blinking. And that fulfills his own need for attention, his own desire to feel wanted. It’s like sauntering right up to a god busy answering prayers and grabbing them by the hand.

It’s saying ‘reply later I want you now’.

Of course possessiveness and obsession often appear alongside an additional dynamic of ownership that borders on objectification. But with these two I’ve always seen it differently.

Above I mentioned Dream finding the Corinthian’s possessive nature to be a grounding force, and this is really just a continuation of that point because the Corinthian feels the same way about Dream. I don’t think dehumanisation/objectification really works the way we’re used to conceptualising it with characters that have never been human in the first place. We can’t take humanity away from them but what we can take is personhood. Which I think is something both Dream and the Corinthian value incredibly highly. To be honest, I think that in many ways they both use what we might see as objectification to affirm identity in/to each other, to affirm personhood.

It’s a return of self, not a denial of it, humanity the real box when the Corinthian and Dream have always been Other.

It might sound odd but I see a lot of their relationship through this lens. The Corinthian is a ‘thing’ in the same way as Dream is, an object of the same kind, with a function and a role, but that doesn’t deny a sense of self. They don’t need to be in conflict.

So I suppose in BTT that’s really what it’s about. How their relationship supports a reaffirmation of both of their identities. The Corinthian is Dream’s creation, his nightmare, his masterpiece, but that doesn’t mean he’s just a thing to him. To me the creator/creation dynamic adds identity, adds agency, contributes to the fullness of character rather than taking away from it. Neither of them have to scale themselves down. They don't have to make themselves smaller. So that's another part of what these characters can find in each other, part of the balance I like to write, part of how they ground themselves while also enjoying testing their own extremes.

It’s love and possessiveness and you help me keep my balance. It’s I can be me to the fullest, it’s no part of me is ugly to you. It’s nothing will make me look away. It’s I will fight with you forever and you will let me, you won’t burn out, you can take all that I am.

You want all of what I am and that is love.

#corintheus #dream of the endless #the corinthian #thank you for the ask! #I do love talking about these two!! #if you have a follow up question please feel free to send another ask #i promise i won't take so long this time!! #Sandman meta #fic meta #about my own fic #but hopefully still interesting

[soapkaars]

I'm searching a few ideas to characterize a Dutchman who migrated to the United States in 1933 and accidentally found a job in Hollywood (the current year being 1941 - this man just had his breakout role). He has a story pretty similar to Lorre's and his persona is largely inspired by his role in "The Mask of Dimitrios". Do you have, by chance, any interesting suggestion?

Sorry I made you wait! Ooh this is a tough one. So you're talking about a professor van Leyden type?

It really depends on what exactly you're looking for or what you want to tell. If you're looking for a reason a Dutch person may find themselves in the US, it might be for a number of reasons - from the more familiar (star-struck, wanting to make it big in pictures) to the mundane (set up a farm in Iowa, immigrating to avoid tax collection and/or debts) to the spicy (political dissident - anticolonialist fighting against Dutch occupation of Indonesia).

If you're looking for a 'typical' background of a Dutch person similar to Lorre's character for Van Leyden, there's a lot you can do. Cornelis*/Cornelius may live in Amsterdam, but wouldn't come from there originally, as many Dutch people tend to move from the countryside to the city (literally, from the East of the country to the West of the country, which is where the more urban areas are) to develop themselves, look for more intellectual pursuits and/or opportunities, etc. My personal headcanon for van Leyden has always been that he was born somewhere near Amersfoort from German-Jewish immigrant parents and he moved to the slightly more tolerant city of Amsterdam to escape the oppressive black stocking-wearing Calvinist communities back home.

If you want to know the broad strokes of what defines a Dutch person and makes them different from an Englishman or a German person, a rough stereotype you could use to build off on or contrast your character to: We're a tiny country not just in how much physical square meters we have (three hours travel is long for a Dutch person!) but also in attitudes. I say this as a Dutchman myself: there's a very provincial/country bumpkin way of being that gives a lot of Dutch people a weird naiveté and bluntness compared to their European counterparts. There's the classic 'you don't get to be the boss of me!' that you find a lot with Dutch people - it's not that we're so anti-authoritarian (we do still have a monarchy, for example) but there's a huge distaste for formal and external displays of status in favour for more subtle displays. Also Dutch people are like German people in the sense that we're very protocol driven and we want to do everything 'by the book' - there's a strong sense of 'we all agreed to do it this way, so there's no use in doing it differently' and a lot of Dutch people I know can genuinely get very upset when other people don't do it in the specific way they think is 'correct'.

A person like Cornelius van Leyden probably would be a bit of an odd duck in Dutch society. Which is why he's living in Amsterdam! That city used to be (and still is, in my opinion, but way too expensive now) one of the few cities where there was a more lax way of being in comparison to the rest of the country. A lot of Dutch stereotypes non-Dutch people have come from there! In comparison to Amsterdam the rest of the country is much more strict and less open (with the exception of The Hague, but I come from there so I'm biased). We have a sort of division of the country where there's the 'randstad' (Edge City - Amsterdam, Leiden, The Hague, Rotterdam, and Utrecht - a very urbanised area where most of the wealth and finances used to be historically, and where more open attitudes used to flourish) and everywhere else (generally referred to as 'The East', 'the provinces', or 'the countryside' - all of which aren't very accurate names, but most Dutch people will know that you're referring to anyone who isn't from the Randstad)

Anyways, let me know if you were looking for something specific, and if this ramble was useful to you in any way!

*I always tend to 'correct' Cornelius' name to the more common 'Cornelis'! Also I used to know a guy called Cornelis and he hated it when we called him 'Corny'

#ask soap #dutchcore

[scarsmood]

got here by taking ur threatening wolf uquiz and now im real curious !

what are some examples of mutations? how do mutations look 4 furios? explanation on formas attraction 2 cogmol (y? what does that look like? how does it usually end?)

those r the most pressing 1s i have, sorry if it's overwhelming oo;

i think cogmols r silly 4 being little gay dudes who formas's think r attractive. itty bitty and large <3, me on god.

Hello! Happy to see more people interested in threatening wolves :> always happy to expand on information n stuff :3 so keep asking away!

Lets start with the furios, their mutations range from negative to positive in survivability. Theres a decent chunk of furios who do not survive past ~3 months old because of deformities. Things like a warped skull, odd spine shape, tail kinks, missing bones or to many bones.

The positive mutations can be things like two heads, multiple tails, LOTS of spikes instead of one row (similar to a porcupine) deformed spikes and teeth that are somewhat curly. Thumbs! More fingers! Possibly an extra set of legs but thats been pretty rare. I dont rhink ive ever seen like water breathing or wings. (Thatd be sick) but i have seen twin flames or super strong fire breathe or acid spitting.

So formas attraction I made it more PG for uquiz. Some relationships are like that don't get me wrong. Where the formas lile cogmol and its a little relationship where they take care of anpack. But in certian regions/subspecies its more like cogmol are objects to formas that are basically incubators until they have no use. In which case they're eaten or run out of the pack.

That being said consensual relationships can be very enduring and cute. The cogmol typically helps with foraging and raising pups while formas hunts and gets food though these roles can change depending on the individual skill sets.

With courtship cogmol will do dances at formas to impress them. They have a little mohawk (not pictures in any drawings i had) thats somewhat bright and colorful they use during the dance to catch their attention and not get eaten.

All subspcies of threatening wolves can breed and they seem to be very genetically flexible able to hybridize with a wide array of animals from dragons to wolves to cats. Typically threatening wolves just stick to their species though. Whats interesting about hybrid offspring is say one is a werewolf and the other is a threatening wolf those offspring seem to mostly have threatening wolf traits. If the offspring found ones similar to it like different pack but same hybrid type and bred. They would only produce pure threatening wolves. Not sure how it works. It means hybridization is very difficult for those traits to pass on without turning back into a threatening wolf.

I think this is why threatening wolves have a lot of different fur patterns cause that seems to be one things hybridization keeps so to speak.

Threatening wolves live roughly 20~ years? In the wild probably closer to 50 in captivity. In an ideal world a mated pair of cogmol and formas could have a LOT of puppies and control a pretty large territory since most packs can be up to 30 members (depending on subspecies) thats a little dynasty!

Formas and cogmol alike can get very protective over a mate or over several mates. I assumed threatening wolves were polyamourus but since being monogamous myself i have noticed more monogamous pairings as well i used to brush off as "the other mates are somewhere else"

If you wanna learn moee my pinned post has a link to a lot of threatening wolf lore you can read through! They're an open species so if your ever inspiried to make your own subspecies go nuts! I'll add them to the collection :>

#otherkin #therian #original species #asks #threatening wolves

[dasenergi-diary]

Hello Friends! I'm avoiding doing actual work that I'm getting paid for, so I thought I'd document some of my history on Tumblr:

My first Tumblr post was on August 24, 2009. I was a LiveJournal guy, but my gf at the time (Kristi Hart) used Tumblr. I joined because of her.

My first posts for the first couple of years were actually syndicated from LiveJournal. I didn't reblog anything or post any content original to Tumblr. Then in 2011 I started syndicating pictures to Tumblr using a site I'm surprised still exists today called Moby! I just looked, all of the pictures are still there! Here's one of my kids from 2011 at the Salton Sea.

A year later, in June of 2012 I decided my Tumblr needed a focus. I had a pretty large collection of behind-the-scene images from movies, so that became all I posted.

Some random examples: Behind the scenes of Alfred Hitchcock's Rear Window, The Dark Crystal, Phantasm II, Mister Rogers’ Neighborhood, Eternal Sunshine of the Spotless Mind, The Neverending Story

That continued on for several months, I probably posted 100+ of them.

In July of 2012 I created my @frankenbuddha account, since @dasenergi was solely "Behind The Scenes" movie posts, I needed someplace to post all my nerdy, lgbt, Buddhist, spiritual stuff.

By the end of 2012, I had given up on the "Behind The Scenes" posts on DasEnergi. They weren't getting any likes.

I abandoned FrankenBuddha and resumed posting all my nerdy, lgbt, Buddhist, and spiritual stuff on DasEnergi.

Two years later, my youngest child joined Tumblr in 2014. They were 13 years old. They came to Tumblr for all the cat posts! So I then used Frankenbuddha to collect all the cat and animal posts I could find, and share it with them. FrankenBuddha is STILL cute animal and humor posts now.

On DasEnergi, I started making a lot of my own memes and then added a bunch of tags to them, trying to attract followers. Here is one that was 100% true "I am desperate to just really connect with one other person." I was so depressed and felt so alone at the time. Here's another, "I have a crush on everybody who is nice to me."

I also posted a lot of selfies, trying to make that human connection with others. Here I am trying to look tough.

I also posted more about my life and my feelings back then. There's this one: "I’m considering shaving the beard. Maybe I’ll find someone who’ll love me if I’m clean-cut." I felt so broken. So unlovable.

Here's a creepy one from a year later, November 2013 - "Why yes, I did just go through the GPOY tag and liked a bunch of strangers pictures. I couldn’t help myself. They’re cute!"

As my tags strategy wasn't working, I was Liking people's posts trying to make connections and build my followers.

For those who may be too young to remember, GPOY is an acronym for Gratuitous Picture of Yourself. I don't think it's used anymore, is it?

Looking back on my archive, I had also realized in 2012-2013 that the only way to get followers on Tumblr was to reblog others work. So I started doing that a lot more.

I've always collected quotes. In high school I would spend my lunch break in the school library reading quotes from Bartlett's Book of Familiar Quotations. In 2013, I see I started posting a lot more text posts of quotes from my archive. I remember Tumblr even had an automated template I'd use for quotes.

Wow, yeah, as I'm scrolling through the archive they're mostly text posts, of quotes.

In 2014 I see I started posting A LOT more, and it seems to be 50/50 memes and text quotes. I also see fewer posts about my life and fewer pictures of myself. My mental health was much better. I wasn't seeking validation from Tumblr. This was the year I had my Awakening experience and fully embraced the magical and the spiritual. This was also the year I started dating Geronimo, my first boyfriend.

Right now I'm scanning through April 2014 and it looks nearly identical to what I'm posting now. Yep! The blog as you all know it now has been around for nearly ten years.

8,882 Posts 1,062 Followers 1,060 Following

I currently have 302 posts in my queue. I only queue five posts a day between 7pm and 10pm (Pacific time).

@male1971 has been around since September 2016 for all my nerdy posts, most from my childhood. (I identify as a male and I was born in 1971.)

@bi-buddha has been around since February 2019 for my LGBT posts.

@moovees and @melodiousmonk are both new, created last year for my music and movies posts.

And that's about it for my main side blogs. If you actually read this whole thing, THANK YOU for your interest in my Tumblr history.

I had some cringeworthy moments there, mostly healing from my 15 year relationship with my ex-wife and my five year relationship with Kristi Hart. But I'd like to think I made it out of those dark times a better, wiser, person. (Or I'm in deep denial about how depressed and messed up I still am.)

Okay, back to work...

[satsekhem]

Osiris Mysteries: Prep the Corn Mummy Write Up

I had most of the supplies ready to go and lined up for making the corn mummies. I had purchased corn husks last year, still had a large amount of rubber bands, and felt prepared in ways that I don't always going into this holiday. I suspect it was the feeling that I had my collective shit together that caused my issues later.

Before putting the corn mummies together, purification of the work space was required. I don't make the mummies in my spooky room but usually at my coffee table while half listening to some movie I have been sitting on in one of my queues.

The table itself was cleaned with usual cleaning products (I use Simple Green) and with Florida water. The handkerchief was placed directly over thr Florida water before it could completely dissipate to give it that extra oomph.

The scented candles are midnight jasmine, a scent I have often associated with Osiris. The incense stick was frankincense, chosen precisely using an exciting game of inny-minny-miney-moe. The blue jar is my nemset-jar, used to hold purified water to purify spaces specifically for Osiris or the ancestors. The cold water is purified using incense and salt. Each individual corn husk is purified using the incense stick before the true work begins.

And that is when everything went off the rails.

I am extremely anxious when working on crafts of any sort for my gods. I will usually have two or three browser tabs open with clear cut instructions. They need to include pictures as well as step-by-step numbered or lettered instructions related to those pictures. All three tabs I had open were perfect. The corn husks were not.

Evidence of their bad behavior.

Now. People will tell me I had issues with the husks because I don't soak them first (they were more fragile than usual and nearly impossible to round out to form not-square heads). This has never worked for me so I don't do it.

They also refused to cut down how I wanted them. I made 6 dolls in total but continued to have issues with getting them to stand up straight or cutting certain sections down to where I needed them. (Again potentially because I don't soak them but that has always made worse problems for me so not gonna happen.)

Since technically two out of the three planned-for dolls will mostly be in a burial shroud, covered by a mini red vein plant in a shit fuckton of dirt, the standing up part is sort of moot. But who isn't a fucking perfectionist when creating shit for your gods? I was literally in frustrated tears before I said the magic phrase, this is good enough. And meant it when I said it (I may have said it like twice... or five times...)

So what.

Big O's dolly has a square head and his feet are not straight and he leans like real heavily to his left. Potentially Drunk Osiris Corn Mummy was fucking good enough.

My dolly was probably like the least painful one to look at it with its block head. At least I don't have a drunk stumble lean. Just... a block head. But! Ramrod Straight Sat-Representing Corn Mummy was fucking good enough.

And the third dolly's head is pretty embarrassing. I'm planning on finding raffia and creating hair eventually because I cannot see myself being comfortable using it without trying to hide that really fucking sharp corner. And does she stand at all? Nope. There's possibly a metaphor there for Things. But Never Standing Without Aid Corn Dolly for Secret Future Workings was fucking good enough.

The end result wasn't that bad. Presented upon the altar of Osiris, settled politely before Osiris, Aset, and Nebthet, I could admit that things didn't quite go according to plan. But the mummies have been prepped and we are ready for the next.

I've been through and seen a lot

Left at the bottom and the top

We're on borrowed time

But time isn't enough

- Room to Breathe by You Me at Six

#kemetic #osiris mysteries 2022 #om: prep the corn mummies #kemetic crafts

[hellguarded-moved]

≥ INCOMING TRANSMISSION FROM: @fanaticist ( "SOURCE" );

8. a kiss on an injury my muse (jo) gave to yours (ig) :)

" i will hear no more on this, " a palm was outstretched, forearm swept in a wide arc between the two of them— giving a certain feel of finality to the matter. even having taken a step back, gracing johan with one last glance, eyes trailing up and down the entirety of his frame, before he began to turn his back on him.

a mistake.

he didn't really know what he was expecting doing something like that. he always knew johan had a short temper and was prone to provoking aggression from the canid aswell. it often went unsuccessfully— and wasn't that part of ignis' charm, that seemed to draw the other in repeatedly? the constant need to push his buttons, see what worked, what would finally push him over the edge?

so showing his back to someone like johan, after having stood his ground and repeatedly refused to further feed into the argument— dropping his guard like so, came to promptly bite him in the ass. with large palm pressed to his shoulder blade, he gasped upon realizing his error.

but it was too late.

johan had always been bigger. stronger in some aspects, even if ignis could actually hold his own against him— but his powers hadn't been yet properly awakened, so if caught off-guard like so? shoving him into the wall was easy. effectivelly knocking the breath out of his lungs; this was different from the other times, that ended in rough kisses, wandering hands. had he cracked his head against the wall aswell? he couldn't tell how severe that was, but his skull was positively throbbing with dull pain as he stared up at the taller with a look in his eyes that he'd never yet shown to the one he called his best friend and maybe more.

fear.

it was fear.

fear that had caught him entirely in a daze, unable to do anything in the face on another who could only see red—— and not the pretty sparkle of his own ruby-hued eyes.

" where do you think you're going? you really that much of a coward, ignis? "

a ragged breath was exhaled, blinking rapidly in some attempt to collect himself. to not give in. " i'm leaving to give you some goddamn space to chill the fuck out, because you aren't the type to respect my boundaries! " he snapped, with an attempt to shove the taller away— ah, but he wouldn't let him. the brief baring of pointed canines went unnoticed, as now both hands were used to keep the hound in place.

anger began to creep in, replacing that initial fright.

" you're a real piece of shit sometimes, you know that, johan? " he sneered, turning his face away a bit.

shouldn't have said that.

one hand, now curled tightly into a fist, was reared back and hit ignis solid in the jaw. oh he could swear the back of his head was bleeding now. but, that wasn't even on the forefront of his mind— bottom lip had caught against a fang, splitting open raw and clean, faintly heated blood now gushing down his chin; dripping onto his collarbones and his shirt.

eyes were bleary in the shock of the aftermath, but the strange thing he'd noticed was that all that pressure put onto his body was suddenly gone. it took him another moment or two to actually concentrate, all of his focus going into keeping upright on his legs; a hand coming up to rub against his forehead, then sliding back through his hair in some semblance of alleviating the pain, helping him see straight again. " oh fuck... " a soft, pained exhale, likely unheard by another. the thumb of his hand dipped low, running through the blood on his chin, hissing at the contact. finally, did he lift his gaze in an attempt to find his assaulter.

his breathing came in short bursts, bloodied hands staining the wall he was using as support now. his vision swam, but he could make out the picture of his roommate, staring wide-eyed at him with hands trembling.

why did you do that? that's ig, you know him, you love him——

" ... ig? ig, i'm— i'm—— " the word 'sorry' caught in johan's throat; a coward of his own when it came to owning up to his own faults. seeing crimson drip down from the other's lip was a strange catalyst to dismiss the veil that obscured his reason earlier. tentatively, he approached his love, only to have the man extend a hand out towards him; palm open and lifted upwards, a silent sign to stop.

" don't... just... don't... " he whispered, voice lowering with each syllable. head was shook just as weakly; were those tears that had gathered in his eyes? feeling such heat in his mouth, feeling the blood building up, it... it brought back memories. he'd already carried scars of another once hurting him like so. and johan was the last person he expected to cause him to relive those memories— but maybe he should've known better.

but he didn't listen, of course he didn't. silly boy, always ruining everything you touch.

despite that, johan's touch was surprisingly gentle— a terrible and stark contrast to his behavior earlier, in the way he gently cupped at tanned features, only for those to go rigid in fear and discomfort. he wanted to kiss him, to make it better, to apologize——

" i said don't! " the slight raise in the demon's voice was so uncharacteristical of him. it was still far from yelling, but the severity was unmistakeable. " just... leave... please leave... " pained gaze dropped to the ground between them; he could see the rivulets of his own blood having nearly reached the floor at this point, dripping down the wall slowly. he'd make no more attempts to put space between them— if johan wouldn't let him leave, then maybe he would turn away himself, instead, if asked.

or maybe that was yet another mistake that ignis was making, putting so much faith into him.

#comms. ( “OUTGOING” ); #alternative records. ( “ACADEMIC” ); #reports. ( “CERBERUS” ); #fanaticist #// this was... oof #// yeah #// they didn't ACTUALLY kiss but like #// you know. YOU KNOW. #// anyway ok. lays on the floor. oooo they kill me so badly

[jeeperso]

D&D Quotes Without Context

Treasure Island Eedition, Chapter 16

Ded think Ded pee on him once." Ded, you definitely remember peeing on him now. Janus leans over to Cookie "Can druid piss bring plants to life?" "Ded pee on too many trees for that to be true." Amber: "Janus! Everyone knows that isn't how it works. It requires some other of their bodily fluid to bring plants to life." MJ: “I knew a lady in school that got kicked out for that.” "Yes yes, time and a place for everything and it's called Strixhaven. Moving on." "Oh...you met the madwoman known as Poison Ivy Pam. Yeah, we don't talk about her in magic circles." "Ded run into her being pursued by Boy With No Pants." "We could get turned into gold zombies..." "Are those zombies made of gold? Or zombies obsessed with gold?" "... Yes ..." “I say we just go and follow him. What’s the worst that can happen.” thunderclap *horses whinny* *tortle noises* "Oh wonderful, Fred stayed loyal." Magnus is definitely using a kakamora corpse as his drinking cup that night. Janus gets a little me time with one of the slain Kakamora's, dissecting it and drawing pictures in his book. Janus pulls out a small lime. "Fascinating. Well, it's either the creatures brain, it's carried for some religious significance, or Flint had a very twisted sense of humor." Ded: "That last one a given." "Ameila, I'm not going to keel over again. I promised I'd be your best man when you finally marry that girl of yours back home. I'm not dying any time soon, can't let you or Jane down." Ded conducts warding ritual to dispel all the flags being triggered. “They’re cute.” *iguana noises* “Oh, yes, Dingo. Three months tops.” "Shiver my timbers shiver my my soul..." Magnus mutter-sings to himself as the longboat to shore is readied. Amber: "Shiver me a buck fifty to buy some more common sense." “What does your gnoll-nose smell?” Melfina: "Do you think we'll find the rest of my answers here?" MJ: “Yeah, but they’ll probably be disappointing. To you. Not in the greater narrative.” But there's also another scent that covers the whole beach. As though from a very large marine animal. "There is always a bigger fish." “Like, sea lion large, whale large or release the kraken large?” "Is this one of those islands that's a turtle?" "Please not a kraken, it took me a week to get the ink out last time and we fled from it." "Let's head inland before we hear boss music." Cookie grasps ahold of his PSI crystal and tries to detect anything nearby. As the longboat pulls ashore there is a sound like a thunderclap crossed with a trumpet's call as well as a flash of light. And suddenly there is a massive elephant seal blocking your path to the interior of the Island. Cookie: "I have found it..." The Seal is wearing a Wizard Hat. "Not a Seal of Approval. Those buggers are tough." A Mighty Arcane Seal bars your way. "Oh, an arcane seal, not a seal of approval. Seal of approval is their next evolution." "I wonder if this is the infamous twelfth seal." "If it doesn't work, it still works as a pokey thing on a stick... pokey things work on everything.." "Before we go, do you have a relative called the Seal of Approval?" "Cousin Val? I haven't seen him in a while, last time I met up with him and Cousin Litty the Seal of Quality was many moons ago." "SQUIRREL!" Cookie you're able to convince it to chill out and enjoy the pretty colors it was now tasting. Cookie collects the boot. Rabbit feet are lucky, maybe this one is too. “Now you lie there and there’s a very small chance Magnus won’t kill you.” MJ: “I saw Dingo fight a school of Piranha once. Still can’t eat sushi.” "Saw him get a hold of a dog once." Janus shudders. MJ: “To be fair, that dog was kind of a dick and didn’t need all its paws.” "Fascinating. That mountain-face looks like the number four in draconic." Janus: "That which is not dead may eternal lie, but in strange aeons even death may die. The motto of my Alma Mater." Ded: "Mr Tentacle Head says that a lot." Amber: "Your school trucks with dangerous forces. That entity hasn't woken up in my entire life and I don't wish to see it happen." Janus: "Which is why I politely refused a teaching position there, in favor of the Henry Jekyll School." Cookie: "I've only ever learned from the land... the animals... and anyone I talk with.. My school is the world..... I cant wait for the reunion party.." Amber: "Ded...Mr Tentacle Head as you call him is a very powerful, very ancient, very dangerous being that shouldn't even exist in this universe. Where have you seen him?" Ded: "Him one head of four-headed cat-goddess statue." “Strixhaven had posters about trying to seize control of ancient seats of power. I had to sit through scared straight talks with the survivors. Poor, poor Keldor.” "Was he the bloke who got his face melted off?" “To be fair, it looks awesome and he doesn’t have to shave anymore.” "I don't even know who my father is. I don't know who I will be tomorrow... I can only be me today.... and that goes for you too, Melfina..." "Smith, I presume." The Tree croaks at you: "In the bark." And while everyone else stands there in a badass pose, Ded just lets his mouth hang open with his tongue out. OOC: Let’s do this thing! LEEEEEEERRRRRRRROOOOOOOOOOOYYYYYY! OOC2: No pulling a Leroy Jenkins in this game: we all survive this. OOC: Wizards don’t get Leroy anyway. They maybe get to be a leaf on the wind. "You're grounded. Go to your suitcase."

#dungeons and dragons #dnd 5e #quotes without context #treasure island #muppet treasure island

[discopomp]

It's been a long time, tumblr. Long enough that a spammy bot knife? account sniped my address, AND long enough after it went dormant that I could get it back. Let's see how long it takes before tumblr destroys all my pictures again. I still haven't really decided what to do here.

View this series in order

But for now, let's go on a tour around SL, collecting Goshuin. Honorable (御) red (朱) seals (印) are stamps with calligraphy that you can get from Shinto Shrines and Buddhist Temples- they have them at the offices that also have omamori (amulets), ema (prayer boards), omikuji (lucky fortunes), and other protective and lucky objects one can get from a Shrine or Temple (like Hamaya, the arrows you will find at a lot of them- they are a good luck charm for the New Year, you can probably guess the general evolution from archery as a traditional form of warfare to a ceremonial version for protection against demons- helps that "target" and "demon" are homophones. Hamaya are not sharp, and often have a big sort of "turnip" wood bobble on the end. There are also bows, but those are pretty rare to see as the bows are only effective used by a specialist, priest, or god). You can get special books at some of those offices (not all places that provide the seals carry books! but they are not terribly hard to find, and you can even find them in stationary and department stores. Some of the covers are not so serious- I have a super cute one with a cat in a lot of pastels- but they are all very pretty!), and you can get your book stamped and signed (while you watch them write with a lovely black brush- although a few do have black stamps for the writing too!) when you visit the Shrine or Temple, to commemorate your visit. It's sort of like a special passport, but way cooler, with bigger stamps that each take up a full page. There may be one stamp or multiple stamps for a location, and they are not always red. The writing is often the name of the shrine down the center in large letters, and often the date is on the left side, and often 奉拝, worship, is written on the right- but the exact format varies.

This year, we can collect Goshuin in SL, something I've wanted to do for years! sakka Flow has started the Goshuin Project this year for the New Year, December 29, 2023 - January 15, 2024 (note: times are in Japan time I imagine, so almost a full day before SL time- and at least one place is closing the 5th). There is a list of all the participating Shrines and Temples, each one has a stack of books to put your Goshuin in, and a Goshuin giver that will dispense the texture for that particular shrine to put in your book. They are scripted to display up to 22 pages of seals in a single book, drop the texture in, touch and select from the menu. I've shrunk mine down a little to carry it around here, and used my own pose to hold it so I could get pictures of the seal AND the Shrine, to remember where it came from more clearly, especially as some will not be places I will be able to visit again after January.

0000 Warbunton Shrine 倭文沌神社:

This is 0000, the first entry on the list, sakka's own Warbunton Shrine, conveniently located within easy walking distance of the Gaeta East Beach station on the Saitama Metro. You can pound and assemble mochi rice cakes here, that big blue tarp is to keep things clean while you make it! That picture at the top is the first Goshuin from Warbunton, received before the Project was officially even quite open (I happened to check on another Shrine early and was clued in!), the official Goshuin you can now receive from Warbunton is below (plus a free gift with it now!)- Shrines fairly often have special fancy Goshuin to celebrate the New Year for a limited time. This one I put in the hamster book from Katakana Shrine, because it deserved to go in the cute book! (I juggled 2-3 RL Goshuin books, often the Goshuin was on display before you got it, so I could pick which book they went into- the traditional Shinto book, the traditional Buddhist book, or the cute book. It ended up being a bit heavy carrying around all day >.<. They still ended up a bit mixed up anyway!)

0001 Doroshi Hachimangu | 0002 Hamamura Shrine | 0003 Katakana Shrine

0004 Mishima Shrine | 0005 Bazumitama-sha | 0006 pomponne Shrine

0007 Eifuku Shrine | 0008 Eifuku Temple | 0009 Cue Gri Jinja

0010 Princess Shrine | 0011 Tonarino Shrine | 0012 Laem Shrine

0013 Para Shrine | 0014 Kuroneko Jinja | 0015 Yasaka Jinja

0016 Tenmangu Jinja | 0017 Itame Ham Shrine | 0018 Japonica Shrine

0019 Neochi Shrine | 0020 Okinawa Shrine | 0021 Kokuryu Shrine

0022 Ni Jinja | 0023 Piyopiyo Shrine | 0024 Noha Shrine

0025 Saihate Inari Shrine | 0026 Koyagi Shrine | 0027 Hamstar Shrine

0028 Haiku Shrine | 0029 Sen-Cat-Shrine | 0030 Venezia Shrine

0031 Hinamizawa Shrine | 0032 Kanaru Shrine | 0033 Mr. Louis Shrine

0034 Susukino-Inari Jinja | 0035 Shiki-Shinto Shrine | 0036 Apo Hachimangu

0037 Salmaru Grand Shrine | 0038 Il Micio Shrine | 0039 Son Clave Shrine

0040 Drobak Shrine | 0041 SnowPastel Shrine | 0042 Nadeko Shrine

0043 Katsudon Shrine | 0044 Mambo Shrine | 0045 Sessha Mambo Shrine

0046 Umigami Shrine | 0047 Yozakura Shrine Ocean | 0048 Sakura Shrine

0049 Akiba Inari Shrine | 0050 Lazy Shrine | 0051 Honpou Inari Jinja

0052 Togetsu Jinja | 0053 Neko Jinja | 0054 Kusanagi Shrine

0055 Ouse Jinja | 0056 Nekoma Shrine | 0057 Lion Temple

0058 Usagi Shrine | 0059 Kiyomizu Temple | 0060 Kingyo Jinju

0061 Azuki Shrine | 0062 Megumi Jinja | 0063 Sea Butterfly Shrine

#goshuinprojectsl #secondlife

[jellyfishright]

Still My Beautiful Man - Finale

5 Years Later

[What time does your flight arrive?] Kiyoi texted

[7:30 pm. I'll go straight to the reunion from the airport] the response came back.

[Ok. I'll see you soon. Have a safe flight. <3]

[See you soon <3]

Kiyoi smiled to himself.

"That smile on your face." Tanaka's voice broke through "Is Hira on his way back?" Tanaka asked.

Kiyoi nodded.

"You must have missed him very much."

"I did." Kiyoi admitted shyly "But I'm super proud of him."

"You should be. To be collecting an international award at his age is pretty impressive.His name is a pretty hot commodity these days."

Kiyoi beamed, his heart overflowing with pride.

Hira had left the country a week ago to participate in a symposium for photographers.For the last 5 years he had steadily made a name for himself and now his hard work was paying off.Not only was he a highly sought after photographer,he would be collecting an international award for his work. Even til today, he didn't shoot people very often, the few he did manage to shoot considered themselves extremely fortunate.

"Your high school reunion is also tonight yes?" Tanaka queried.

"It is." Kiyoi confirmed "When we're finished here, I'll head straight there."

Tanaka nodded.

"I'm sure everyone in your year group is going to be excited to see you, Mr. Phantom Detective himself."

Kiyoi shrugged. "I guess."

"Someone is being humble." Tanaka teased.

It wouldn't be anything out of the ordinary.In addition to having a number of endorsements, he was now the lead actor in a wildly popular series, the Phantom Detective.He could hardly take two steps outside without being approached by someone.

"Mr. Sou. We're ready for you." someone from the set of the commercial he was currently shooting approached.

He nodded and followed.

2.5 hours later

There were already quite a few people gathered by the time Kiyoi arrived at the reunion.There was a big banner spread out denoting their high school and the year of their class. 5 whole years had passed since they had walked these halls as high school students with their teenaged cares.

People were milling about and gathered in pockets here and there, greeting each other and engaging in conversation.

Upon his arrival, there was a buzz in the room as more and more people turned to look at him.

He was as handsome as he ever was. No. He was even more handsome than they remembered. Before, he was just a handsome high school kid with a cold gaze and a standoffish attitude. Now he had that refined handsomeness that came with affluence.Rich, handsome and still a little impassive.That was Kiyoi Sou.Still like a god descended among mortals.

His suit was tailored to perfection and he scanned the room with that chilled gaze, looking like he'd rather be anywhere else.Though many eyes were trained on him, no one approached him at first so he just stood there, hands casually in his pocket.

This moment did not last long however.

"Kiyoi!" someone shouted from across the room.

The figure made his way towards him, drink in hand wearing an overly large smile.

"It's me. Shirota!" He threw his hands out on either side of him.

How could he forget.

"How have you been?" he enquired. "No.Nevermind.Don't answer that. You've been doing great. I see you everywhere I look." that large smile remained. "Everytime I see you on the tv I tell them how great a friends we are." He was clearly bragging.

Seemingly encouraged by Shirota's bravery to approach him first, soon a whole group converged, surrounding him.

Everybody was his fan or had a relative who was his fan. 

Everybody was proud of him. 

Everybody always bragged to others that they went to school with Kiyoi Sou.

Everybody wanted him to remember when they used to do this thing or that thing together back when they were in school.

People asked for pictures. Autographs on anything they could find.

"We had some great times didn't we?"

"We all knew you would make it big one day."

The conditional adoration of this crowd didn't mean a thing to him.He'd long learned that this group only had a propensity to care when one was doing well. Their adoration could quickly become something ugly. 

Kiyoi looked at his watch.7:45. Hira's flight had already come in. The thought of seeing his boyfriend again made him smile.

"Oh. By the way. Kiyoi." Shirota leaned closer, breaking him from his silent reverie. "That actress from your series. She's pretty cute. What's she like?Is she single?"

Kiyoi eyed him.

Obviously this guy had gotten older but his personality had not changed much.

"All the ladies are looking at you." Shirota continued to rattle on, much to Kiyoi's annoyance. "But you're used to that." he bumped Kiyoi's shoulder childishly.

Kiyoi frowned.

He really must have been lonely in high school to have hung out with this guy and his friends. 

"You're the most successful person in our year group." Shirota threw a hand casually over his shoulder.

With one look from those cold eyes  Shirota got the message and  sheepishly withdrew his hand.

"Oh by the way. I wonder how that one guy is doing." Shirota wondered aloud. "I haven't seen him since high school."

A few members of the group were curious by this vague description. "Hi hi." Shirota used the name they used to tease Hira back in high school.

Realization dawned on a few members of the group.

"Ohh.."

"Oh Him."

"I haven't seen him either"

Kiyoi clenched his jaw.

Shirota really was an annoying person.

"I wonder how he's doing. I wonder if he'll show up." he continued his musings outloud. "A person like him might have had it difficult up until now.He was such a loser in high school."

A few members of the group nodded in agreement with solemn expressions on their faces. Afterall, the Hira from high school was a subservient little person who could hardly get a sentence out without stuttering.

Kiyoi's fists clenched.

"Do you remember him Kiyoi?" Shirota tried to engage him. It was funny Shirota had the nerve to bring up such a matter. Perhaps it was the passage of time that had caused him to forget why he, of all people, should not be mentioning Hira to Kiyoi.

He was about to reply when someone from the group suddenly gasped.

"Who is that?"

"Is he from our class?" someone else was curious.

Kiyoi looked in the direction and smiled.

He'd finally come.

A tall, handsome man was standing at the door having just arrived.Wearing all black he was cutting the very picture of elegance. His face was gentle and kind but his eyes were sharp and intense.

Kiyoi felt himself reacting to his boyfriend's energy.

Hira really did look handsome tonight. He was standing at his full height, no longer slumping his shoulders or looking like he'd lost something on the ground. He was craning his head this way and that, clearly looking for someone.

It wasn't long before he caught Kiyoi's eye and came striding confidently towards their group.

Shirota narrowed his eyes, as though he was trying to place the newcomer.Suddenly his eyes grew as wide as saucers.

"It's..it's you.." he tried to get his words out. Hira looked at him. "It's you..Hi Hi." he pointed a finger.

Everyone in earshot was just as surprised, but it was true. This handsome figure, who was almost rivalling Kiyoi Sou in looks, was no other than Hira Kazunari– that figure at the bottom of the pyramid. How was this even possible?

"How was your flight?" Kiyoi asked Hira casually, ignoring the stupefied faces.

"It was good. No trouble."

Kiyoi nodded.

Shirota's eyes had yet to return to normal.

"Shirota was just asking about you." the corners of Kiyoi's lips were turned up in a teasing smile. "He was curious about how you were doing.I was just about to tell him but you can tell him yourself."

Before Hira could respond however, two new women approached. One of them looked extremely starstruck, the stars in her eyes shining the closer she got.

"I told you it was him." she tugged on the arm of her companion, clearly excited.She made a beeline for Hira "You're Hira Kazunari aren't you?"

Hira nodded.

The woman smiled broadly at his confirmation.

"Congratulations on your award. I read about it online."

Shirota looked confused "What award?"

The woman gave him an annoyed side eye as though he was the dumbest person in the world.

"He just won an international award for photography." she stated proudly. "His work is amazing." She suddenly seemed a little shy "Would you mind if I took a picture with you?"

"Sure." Hira replied.

Her smiled filled her whole face as she took a few photos with him before leaving.

Kiyoi watched as Shirota's face morphed into many different expressions at what he just witnessed.

"So you're a photographer now?" Shirota addressed Hira

"Mmn." Hira nodded.

"Did you see that big billboard downtown? The Love is Love one?" Kiyoi decided to poke some fun at this idiot.

Shirota sucked in a breath.

"He did that?"

Kiyoi nodded.

Everyone in the group knew the billboard in question and so they all turned to look at Hira with shining eyes.

Inwardly Kiyoi was absolutely tickled as he saw the tide turn. Everyone had questions for him, everyone wanted to take photos with the one they once scorned and treated like a pariah in high school.

Human nature was certainly a funny thing.

Over the years he had watched Hira transform from a bumbling, unconfident man to a man whose name now commanded respect in certain circles.An undeniable talent but most of all, the man he loved.

With his hands casually stuck in his pocket, he kept his eyes on Hira. He no longer wore his hair long with the sweeping bangs that covered his eyes. His dark hair was parted neatly in the middle.

The more he watched, the more unbearable it was becoming.

Hira was still very much being engaged by the group.Positioning himself so he was facing the opposite direction with his lips directly in line with Hira's ear, he whispered.

"Do you know how handsome you look right now?"

Hira immediately gave his attention to him.

"Wait." Shirota had suspicious look on his face. "What are you two to each other?" he swished an accusatory finger from one to the other.

Kiyoi turned to face him.

"What does it look like we are?" he quirked a brow.He enjoyed teasing Shirota. Unlike in the past, he had no issues divulging his relationship with Hira. In fact, it wasn't exactly a secret but he had no interest in confirming or denying to a guy like Shirota.

He didn't respond but by the look in his eyes, he knew. The top of the pyramid and the bottom of the pyramid were a thing.

In time, the group found their seats and the evening proceeded with a sit down dinner.

After dinner there was a short video presentation featuring pictures taken from their high school year.

As they watched various people chuckled and pointed as they saw their younger selves projected on the screen. There were quite a few pictures of Kiyoi who was usually the center of attention back then so that was unsurprising.. There was only one picture of Hira as he existed back then. Looking unconfident, his hair was sweeping his eyes and he had an awfully frightened expression on his face.

Several people turned to look at him when that picture was displayed as though they wanted to see if that person on their screen was the same as the one sitting there.

When the presentation was over their former principal took the stage.

"I'm here to present the award for most successful alumni for this year's class." Everyone sat at attention. Among their year group, there were many successful people -- doctors, lawyers, businessmen so there were alot of hopefuls. The man spoke some flowery words about the school and its students before he lead up to what they truly wanted to hear.

"The most successful alumni for this year is.." he opened the envelope. "It's a tie between Kiyoi Sou and Hira Kazunari."

The two exchanged glances and smiled as they went up to collect their awards.

The principal shook their hands and the duo stayed in place for a few moments to take pictures. 

When they returned to their seats with their awards, the people sitting closest to them admired the tokens offering their congratulations.

After the main planned activities of the evening were concluded, people went back to conversing in clusters.

Both Hira and Kiyoi were surrounded by people who had cornered them.

From across the room their eyes met. Kiyoi excused himself from his group and walked over to Hira's side.

Ignoring the eyes, Kiyoi tilted his head back so his lips were trained to Hira's ear.

"Let's go home. I missed you."

Hira nodded.

"We have to get going." Kiyoi announced to the group

"Already?" someone from the group asked, clearly  disappointed.

"It's been a long night." Kiyoi replied. "Hira just got home from abroad and I have an early day of shooting." 

"So you're going..Together?" Shirota,who Kiyoi hadn't realized was standing in that group asked

"Together." Kiyoi confirmed with that smirk again

They bid their goodbyes and exited the room together.

They barely made it out the elevator of the apartment they shared before they started kissing.Hot, heavy, hungry kisses.

Kiyoi fumbled to input their keycode while Hira continued to assault him with kisses.

The door beeped and the two bodies twirled into the room, their lips still interlocked.

Hira used his foot to close the door while he hastily peeled off his jacket, tossing it aside, not caring where it landed.

Kiyoi's back was against the wall as Hira sucked on his neck.Biting his lips he raked his fingers through Hira's hair.

Temporarily leaving his neck Hira roughly ripped Kiyoi's shirt open, sending buttons flying like missiles. Kiyoi shrugged himself out of the top.With his chest bared, Hira dove for his nipples.He sucked on them first before biting , applying just enough pressure with his teeth.

"Mngh." The sensation sent ripples through Kiyoi's body.

Hira drew his tongue up the length of Kiyoi's chest before finding his lips once more.

Their desire was unquenchable.Their hearts were on fire. No matter how much they kissed, it was not enough to douse the flame.

Their ears were only filled with each other's breathing and suppressed moans. Their kisses were aggressive as their wet lips and hot tongues intertwined with each other.

Hira pressed firmly on Kiyoi's waist, his fingers sinking onto his flesh. That would definitely leave a mark. 

With a smirk, Kiyoi flipped them so Hira's back was against the wall.

Hira attempted to kiss him again but Kiyoi denied him, dodging artfully out of his reach. Hira's breaths were rapid, his eyes focused on Kiyoi's lips that were already kissed red.

"Tell me. Mr. International awardee. Did you have fun being the center of attention?"

Hira reached out for him again and Kiyoi wagged a playful finger.

In this moment,Hira couldn't stand being teased by Kiyoi, especially since he hadn't seen him in over a week.

"No." Hira replied

"You didn't like all those people looking at you? Wanting you?" Kiyoi bit his lip and used his finger to trace Hira's lips seductively.

Hira closed his eyes, restraint was something he didn't have much of.

"No." he replied.

"Tsk tsk. That's a shame." Kiyoi's voice was low and sexy as he leaned closer to Hira's ear. "The moment I saw you, I wanted to do it." He traced his tongue along Hira's neck up to his ear. "You looked so sexy."

This was driving him crazy.

Why was he teasing him like this?

"Kiyoi.." Hira's voice was hoarse, thick with desire.

"Shh.. shh..shh." Kiyoi put his a finger on his lips.

With Hira against the wall he slowly undid the buttons of his shirt. He caressed his chest before gently sliding the shirt from his boyfriend's body.

He drank in Hira's form before he became like a man possessed again.

As they kissed again, Hira steered him towards the bed, their lips never parting.This time their kisses were more frenzied than before. Hira hastily removed his belt, roughly tugging his pants down and tossing them away.

He knelt on the bed and pulled Kiyoi's leg towards him.Tenderly he kissed Kiyoi's ankle, his calf, his knee.His boyfriend looked heavenly as he laid on the bed, his cheeks red, his hair spread out of either side of him, it's brown hue standing in contrast to the crisp white sheets.

This boy really would be the end of him.

He removed Kiyoi's final piece of clothing before finding his lips again.

With one hand he gripped Kiyoi there as he kissed him, his hand moving up and down rhythmically.

Kiyoi gripped Hira's strong shoulders.

"Hiraaa..Mmm." his moans were unbridled as his boyfriend moved his hand expertly.

"Kiyoi.. Kiyoi.." Hira's breath was hot on his neck, his own sounds of pleasure turning Kiyoi on even more.

They'd been making love for the last 5 years and Hira was a master when it came to giving him pleasure. If he was an instrument, Hira was a master musician who knew every note to play to get the most beautiful music.

Hira continued to stroke, his speed increasing as he felt the response from Kiyoi beneath him.

"Hira..Wait..I'm-- I'm.." he couldn't get the words out as he gripped the sheets and his toes locked over each other when he released.

Hira kissed him tenderly, reaching into the bedside drawer for napkins to clean up the mess.

He was just getting started. This was not enough. Hira was thinking the same thing because he removed the rest of his own clothes.

Kiyoi held his breath, waiting in anticipation to be joined with the one he loved.

Waiting at the entrance Hira looked into Kiyoi's eyes.He kissed between his eyebrows, his eyes, his nose.

"I love you."

Kiyoi's eyes were sparkling.

"I love you too."

Hira kissed his lips,biting the bottom lip as they finally merged with each other.Every inch of their skin rubbed together, intertwined in sweat and sticky desire.

"Did you miss me?" Hira asked, his voice low and sexy as he thrusted.

Hearing Hira's voice when they made love always sent Kiyoi over the edge.

"Mmn." he replied, the sound was a cross between an affirmative and a moan.

"Tell me." Hira was commanding him.

"I..missed.. you.." Kiyoi managed to breathe out in between his moans.

This response only spurred Hira on. His movements became almost fierce which forced Kiyoi to grip him even tighter.

The room became hot. Skin slapped against skin. Moans overlapped as the two vented, pouring their desire out on each other.

After a while Kiyoi could feel the shift in Hira's movements.

"Do it." he spurred him on.

Hira became almost beast-like as he moved.

The tension building until it finally erupted from them simultaneously. The sound from their throats were raw as they collapsed into each other's arms.

"Here you go." Kiyoi handed Hira a bottle of water before crawling back into bed beside him.

Hira took a drink before handing the bottle to Kiyoi who also took a sip before settling once again in Hira's arms.

"Now that you're back can we finally plan our vacation?" Kiyoi asked.

Hira nodded.

"I'll finish up the projects that I'm working on and won't take on any new ones."

Kiyoi smiled, pleased.

"Good. You've been working nonstop for the past few months." he sounded like he was complaining.

"Sorry."

"Why are you apologizing?" Kiyoi looked at him. "I'm proud of you."

"Thank you."

Kiyoi cuddled up to him.

"By the way..." Kiyoi was avoiding his eyes now "Have you ever thought about our future?"

"Hmm?"

"You know.." Kiyoi sounded a little nervous "Have you ever thought about marriage? or a family?" He could feel Hira's eyes on him and continued to avert his gaze "I mean, not now.We're still young but.." he trailed off.

Hira's silence was a little unnerving so Kiyoi finally dared to look at him. 

The expression on his face was a curious one.

Kiyoi blushed and bit his lip. He had been thinking about this for a while and he was unequivocally sure that in this world, in this lifetime, he only wanted to be with Hira.A life without him was a life without breath, it would be impossible.

Hira still didn't speak.Instead he just eased himself out of the bed and made his way to his bag.

Kiyoi watched him curiously.

"I wanted to wait." he heard Hira speaking as he walked over "But now I won't because I don't want you to do it first."

"Do what first?"

Hira held out a navy box and gently opened it to reveal two stunning rings.

"In my world, there is only you. In my world there will only ever be you. Kiyoi Sou. Will you marry me?"

Kiyoi was stunned into silence.

A myriad of emotions danced within him, spinning like a roulette.

"Stalker." he smiled as he held out his hand to Hira.

Hira smiled and placed the ring on his finger before kissing it tenderly.

"I love you...my beautiful man."

How it started:

How it's going:

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And I discovered I'm pretty awful at keeping proportions right - which isn't really different from vast majority of people (give it a try yourself). But then, I thought - I can use a computer to draw blank map for me, and I can then draw on that.

For games based on Rome engine there's already regions.tga with all the data we need, it just needs some processing to make it usable as a blank political map.

And once I had a script to do so, I thought why not generate such map for all the games.

It would be pretty easy to generate such maps for any other mod, but I recently reinstalled everything so I have no Rome/Medieval2 mods (other than Concentrated Vanilla) currently installed.

If you want such blank maps for you mod, email me regions.tga and I'll email you back the map. Or I could send you the script if you want.

Blue is water (regions.tga doesn't indicate which regions are water, so I had to do that part manually), green is land, black is city, white is port, dark gray borders should be continuous, so flood filling can be safely used for coloring (just remember to turn off anti-aliasing in tools options if your graphics program defaults to that like Photoshop does, since it's pixel data).

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[andrevasims]

Here it is! It’s a default replacement for the stealth hood that holds all the hobby lots from Freetime.

CC-free, clean & empty of sim references, run through HoodChecker, LotCompressor, LotCleaner, and playtested!

I didn’t include too many pictures, cause firstly this is a lot, but also I think it’d be cool to sort of ~experience it firsthand~ like we did way back when with the original Freetime lots... Though hopefully with less disappointment this time lol

Please read the Notes section below before playing!!!

— What I Changed: ————————————————

• A brand new style for the Hobbies stealth hood!

I added a TON of hood deco & rearranged the lots.

Now the urban/industrial-themed lots look like they’re actually part of a city, and the nature/outdoors-oriented lots have extra surrounding greenery.

The lots are also no longer invisible! It doesn’t change anything gameplay-wise, but it adds to the style of the stealth hood so it looks like a legit place instead of an empty wasteland where nothing exists.

• There are NO townies or NPCs.

It’s completely clean & empty.

Your hood will randomly generate the 10 Iconic Hobbyists as they’re required. They’re generated like normal townies, using your townie name pool & default/non-default face templates, etc.

Alternatively, if you don’t like random, you can use a pre-made Iconic Hobbyist pool like from PlumbTales or PlyPlay665.

Certain lots have objects that spawn NPCs. See the Notes section for more info.

• All lots are now 20x20. Yep, every single one.

I hate how large EAxis lots are, especially because bigger lot + more sims (which of course there are on community lots) = LAAAAAG.

So now, instead of gigantic buildings with almost nothing in them spread out on huge lots your sims take forever to walk across, everything makes the most of the space it’s in.

This leads to a few tight-ish spaces in some lots, but I playtested and asked others to playtest for issues like that, and after fixing some that cropped up there shouldn’t be any more. Let me know if you spot any issues though, it’s always possible I missed something!

Traffic jams are still a risk, but I did what I could to minimize them by adding multiple doors and wider space around certain objects, etc.

• Every single lot was rebuilt from the ground up.

It was kinda necessary considering how drastically I resized some of the lots, but I also wanted to reimagine them in a more “modern” and interesting/fun way. If you’re going to Will’s Garage you expect it to look like a garage, not a rectangle with a hole in it lol.

I also incorporated more EPs/SPs & career objects pertaining to each hobby.

Every object that sims can gain hobby enthusiasm from is somewhere on the corresponding hobby lot. One exception is that Games of Glory doesn’t have a pool anymore, so sims can’t play Marco Polo. It didn’t really fit into the way I redesigned the lot, but I thought it was an acceptable sacrifice.

• I made some (very slight) changes to the names of the lots.

The names were pretty clear to begin with, but I like even more clarity than that so I added the lot’s associated hobby at the end of each lot name.

Example “My Muse II - Art Studio“ is now called “My Muse II (Arts & Crafts).”

It doesn’t change the function of the lot whatsoever. It’s just for player ease of use when choosing which hobby lot to visit.

— Where to Install This: ——————————————

Place the F002 folder in the following location:

• For UC: C:\Program Files (x86)\Origin Games\The Sims 2 Ultimate Collection\Free Time\TSData\Res\NeighborhoodTemplate

• For Not-UC: C:\Program Files (x86)\EA GAMES\The Sims 2 FreeTime\TSData\Res\NeighborhoodTemplate

Move the original F002 folder somewhere else so that the two don’t get mixed together and so there’s only one single F002 folder for the game to access.

— How to Add to an Existing Hood: ————————

Please **BACK UP YOUR HOOD** before doing this JUST in case.

1. Place my Hobbies stealth hood replacement in the NeighborhoodTemplate folder as described above

2. Follow this tutorial to delete your hood’s original Hobbies stealth hood

3. Re-enable the Hobbies Neighborhood Template that you disabled during the tutorial (just rename it back to NeighborhoodTemplate)

4. Open the game and load your hood - The game automatically adds the new Hobbies stealth hood to it!

— Notes: ——————————————————————

• Certain lots have objects that require an NPC:

Desirable Discourse - Cashier, Hot Dog Chef

My Muse Music & Dance Studio - DJ, Break Dancer

Sue’s Secret Kitchen - Food Judge, Bartender

Will’s Garage - Remote Control Car

New NPCs are only created for these objects if no NPCs of that type exist in the main hood. For example, if your hood already has at least one (1) Cashier NPC, the hobby lot will use that NPC instead of creating a new one.

• The Iconic Hobbyist may spawn in a weird spot when a lot loads, like... on the roof.

The original hobby lots had the same problem, because the game picks a random spot for them to appear, so there’s a chance it could pick a “bad” spot. Just leave then reload the lot to make them appear somewhere else.

• With the DJ booth on the My Muse lot, sims will hand-wave like they’re being blocked before successfully doing the “Work as the DJ!” interaction.

This is a built-in EAxis bug. Sims don’t wait for the DJ to leave the booth before trying to use it, hence the complaining. Even if there were no walls or other objects around the booth at all, this would still happen. There is no way to fix this without a mod that edits this specific aspect of all DJ booths (which doesn’t exist to my knowledge).

It does NOT prevent sims from using the booth. They will immediately start using it after doing the hand-wave complaining. This is how all DJ booths work on all lots.

• Some deco is inaccessible, so if a sim tries to “View” it they complain about being blocked.

The main culprit is a scultpure on the Aspirational Laboratories lot, but it’s deco so it’s not supposed to be accessible.

It also happens with the tree ring on the Peerless Park lot, though that’s more due to multiple sims trying to be in the same place at once. Which I can only do so much about lol.

— Credits: —————————————————————

@eulaliasims‘s hobby lot editing tutorial

@sunradersimblr‘s guide on hobby hood/lot editing, the info from their own replacement version, and their guide on cleaning & emptying a hood since I didn’t originally make this in a clean game intending to share it lol - Also for helping me test & telling me what I missed!

@jawusa‘s clean/empty hood templates I used as a base to ensure cleanness/emptiness

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[subbykboys]

new to this | taeyong

↳ pairing : virgin!taeyong x reader

Genre ➞ pure smut oof

Warnings ➞ sub!taeyong, corruption kink, begging, mild degrading, handjob, fingering (m. receiving), public-ish(?), mild choking, running into walls

Word Count ➞ 8.3k

requested by @ninachocoo

posted ; 3.08.21

Hot. God, it was so hot. 

Then again, summer in your part of town always was. But this heat— this heat was different. It surrounded you, pulling perspiration from your pores and clinging to you persistently. It spilled down your throat, filling your lungs with every deep inhale. It robbed you of any and all of your energy, leaving you too tired to rouse yourself from where you lay on the cool tile floor of your kitchen in front of the open fridge (the absolute coldest spot you could find in your entire house). 

You didn’t cope very well in warm weather, if that wasn’t obvious. 

And, at the cost of your poor housemate’s sanity, you always found new and creative ways to cope with the excruciating rise in temperature, 

“Y/n a few of my— how many times do I have to tell you to stop doing that?!” You couldn’t bring yourself to so much as flinch as the fridge door was abruptly slammed shut, only managing to pull a whining complaint from the back of your throat as your only source of cool air was ever so rudely ripped away. 

“Fuck you, Mark. It’s too fucking hot to worry about the stupid electricity bill.” You huffed, peeling your eyes open just long enough to shoot an icy glare in the direction of the scowling brunette. 

He crossed his arms over his chest stubbornly, lower lip jutting out. “I think you forget that it’s a combination of both of our money going into paying them, so I think that I have a right to worry about how much is coming out of my pocket because you think that laying in front of an open fridge is a good way to ‘beat the heat’.” 

“Offer me a better solution, I’m open to suggestions.” You sighed tiredly. 

He only rolled his eyes. 

“Oh! I’ve got one,” you exclaimed suddenly, clapping your hands together as a gasp of excitement flew from your lips, “How about I just strip down and walk around butt ass naked? That should do the trick! Oh… but little Mark would like that a little too much, wouldn’t he?” You offered him a taunting pout, feigning sympathy as you glanced down unabashedly towards his crotch. 

Instinctively, his hands flew to cover himself as his cheeks throbbed a devastatingly obvious shade of red, bright enough to rival even the ripest of tomatoes. “Y–you—” 

Your lips curled with an amused smirk, but it faltered at the sound of thundering laughter coming from behind your flustered housemate. Your eyes followed the sound, finding its source in a group of about five or so men crowding up the foyer. Brows lifting in mild surprise, you shifted your attention back to an even more humiliated looking Mark. 

“You brought company.” An apology hung at the tip of your tongue. You really tried to keep your pg-13 teasing to a minimum around other people, especially knowing how susceptible Mark could be to his own embarrassment. 

“Hey Mark, I thought you said your roommate was a raging asshole with the sex drive of a teenaged boy on viagra? She seems pretty cool to me! And hot.” One of the taller boys chimed, a massive dopey grin plastered across his face. 

You turned to Mark slowly, brows raised. But he wouldn’t meet your eyes, head lowered. He wasn’t good at hiding his guilt. 

Welp. No apology for ole Marky boy today. 

“Please, allow me to properly introduce myself to our company.” Mark's eyebrows jumped all the way to his hairline as you pushed yourself off the floor and tossed an arm around his shoulder. “My name is (y/n), but I suppose Mark's asshole roommate with the sex drive of a teenage boy on viagra could work, too.” 

The look you shot him out of the corner of your eye had him shrinking in on himself, regret shining in his big brown eyes. But, you ruffled his hair, a silent reassurance that you weren’t all that torn up about the comment, especially considering it was hard to deny the layer of truth that lingered within it. 

You’d probably subjected Mark to more than his fair share of sleepless nights while you were up into the early morning giving the man (or woman) of the night the experience of a lifetime. A few scathing comments to close friends was more than understandable when looked upon in that light. Besides, you were never good at holding a grudge against your sweet, awkward, puppy-eyed housemate. 

The tall one that had spoken before chimed in eagerly, “I’m Yukhei, but my friends call me Lucas. Xuxi works, too. Or papi if you're feeling especially— ow!” Lucas yelped loudly as a hand connected to the back of a head with a sharp smack. You watched in amusement as another tall, charming looking man tugged him back, shooting him a warning glare before turning his attention to you. 

“Ignore him. He has a bad habit of forgetting his manners around attractive women. My name's Johnny, it’s great to finally meet you.” The sweet, disarming smile he offered you had any reservations melting away, and you easily returned the gesture before he proceeded with introductions. “This Haechan, Jaehyun, Doyoung, and— Taeyong?” 

Johnny pivoted around, brief confusion settling across his face before he spotted whoever he’d been looking for. Reaching behind Lucas, he grabbed someone's arm, tugging them into your line of sight. 

“And this is Taeyong!” He concluded with a grin, slapping a large hand down on the shorter boy’s shoulder. Taeyong dipped his head shyly, not meeting your eyes as he murmured a soft greeting that you were just barely able to catch. Soft tufts of dirty blonde hair fell over large brown eyes as he bowed politely, the air of meekness unmistakable. 

Oh, he’s cute. 

Your lips curled into an impish smirk. “Hi, Taeyong.” 

A faint blush darkened his cheeks and you caught a hint of a smile upturning the corners of his mouth. 

Really cute. 

Mark knew you well enough to see the gears beginning to turn in your head and coughed loudly when your stare lingered longer than necessary.

“O-kay, now that you’re all acquainted…” he stepped in swiftly, opting to intervene before you could get any wise ideas about his friend. “We have got a group project to work on and it would be extremely helpful if you’d refrain from providing any distractions. I already have a hard enough time trying to get them to focus for longer than five minutes as is.”

“Aww but I wanna hang out with your hot roommate, Mark.” Lucas whined loudly, practically throwing himself across Mark’s shoulders as the cutest pout you’ve probably ever seen fell across his lips. “She’s got a way nicer ass than any of you guys.” 

Doyoung sighed, his face screwing in second hand embarrassment for his friend’s shameless behavior. “Lucas, please.” 

“Have some dignity, man.” Haechan huffed additionally and you grinned in amusement as he grabbed the collar of Lucas’s shirt and began tugging him towards the living room. 

“Don’t worry, Mark. I’ll stay out of the way. I would hate to hinder your geek fest.” You teased, wrinkling your nose as you stepped past him. 

“Thank you, (y/n). I really— wait, Geek f– it’s a project worth thirty percent of our final grade!” 

“To-may-to, to-mah-to.” You waved a dismissive hand over your shoulder, before pausing briefly. Spinning on your heels, you turned back to face 

the cute boy, who visibly jolted the moment your attention landed on him. “It was very nice meeting you, Taeyong.” 

“Y- you, too.” He stuttered sweetly and you had to fight the overwhelming urge to reach over and pinch those adorable pink cheeks. Either pair. 

With one last sultry smile, and a wink just to fuck with Mark a little, you sauntered back into your bedroom. Miraculously, you were no longer concerned with the previously unbearable heat plaguing your apartment. Now, you had something —or rather, someone— far more interesting to occupy your mind. 

Taeyong was having a difficult time focusing, which was pretty out of ordinary. He had barely gotten anything done with his assigned part of the project, less than half a page filled out with what little information he managed to collect. Luckily, none of the other guys seemed to notice, too distracted by their own inabilities to focus to take notice of his. Otherwise he would have to concoct some lie. But he wasn’t good at lying. He was a terrible liar, in fact. So he would probably just end up blurting out the truth which was you. You were the reason he couldn’t focus. You with your mischievous eyes and your pretty smile and intoxicating laugh. Mark’s asshole roommate with the sex drive of a teenage boy on viagra. 

He’d seen pictures of you before. But they didn’t do you any justice. In pictures, you were pretty. In real life, you were beautiful, charming, witty, sexy, and you winked at him. Girls don’t wink at him. Not ever. But you had. You’d winked and smiled at him and he wasn’t sure if you were just teasing him because he flustered easily or if there was a chance it meant something a little more than that. 

… he secretly hoped it meant something a little more than that. 

But he shouldn’t be thinking about you right now. He should be thinking about finishing his research. Not your eyes. Not your smile. Not your voice of the way you purred his name and those shivers rushed down his spine and he could have sworn something twitched— okay. That’s enough. He really needed to splash some water in his face, cool down a little before his mind wandered to places it definitely should not. 

“Ah— Mark?” 

The younger boy lifted his head, brows raising. “’Sup?” 

“Where’s the bathroom?” 

He perked, tipping his chin forward. “Oh, it’s to the right of the k— shit, wait. That toilet’s busted. Um, just use the one in my room. It’s at the end of the hall.” 

“Thanks,” Taeyong pushed himself up with a soft grunt, nearly tripping over Yukhei’s long legs as he maneuvered himself around the cluttered coffee table, “I’ll be right back.” 

None of the other guys took much notice of how quickly he rushed out of the room, much to Taeyong’s relief. He let out a low breath the moment he turned the corner and found himself in a vacant hallway, but that relief was short lived. 

Mark had only said that his room was at the end of the hall. But, there were two doors at the end of the hall. Meaning one of them could possibly lead to your room. And you were in your room. Which meant if he walked through the wrong door on accident… he could walk in on you. Oh god. Heat rushed into his cheeks at the mere thought of such a humiliating occurrence. For a moment, he debated turning on his heels and returning to the living room. 

But, he wasn’t ready to go back to studying just yet. He was still feeling flushed and antsy and needed another moment or two to himself. Plus… he was actually starting to need to pee a little. Damn him and his tiny bladder.

Hesitating, he gently knocked on the door on the right side of the hall then waited ten seconds. No response. Just to be extra certain, he knocked twice more before finally turning the knob. Cautiously, he peeked his head inside. The black out curtains were drawn tight so the room was dark, too dark to make out anything defining outside of the vague shape of a bed and dresser tucked into the far corner. It took a few minutes of stumbling blindly through the inky blackness, tripping over clothes and extension wires until he found what he hoped to be the bathroom door. 

Without too much of a second thought, he opened the door. 

Then he froze. 

He thought it was Mark’s room. He really did. He thought he was tripping over Mark’s clothes and Mark’s wires. Though, he probably should have noticed the light coming out from beneath the bathroom door, indicating that someone might be inside. Or maybe he did but ignored it because– because maybe Mark just left the light on. That could have happened. That totally could have happened. 

But it didn’t. 

Because it wasn’t Mark’s room. Those weren’t his clothes or his wires and he didn’t leave the light on. 

He realized this all too late of course. Because now he was staring at you. You who was wet and naked and… wet and naked. He couldn’t move. He couldn’t breathe. He couldn’t think. He could only stare, dumbstruck, mind short circuiting as billowing steam curled around the shape of your body like an iridescent veil, beautiful skin glistening under the soft golden light. Your head was tipped back, lips slightly parted, hands soothing your slick hair out of your face as the hot water cascading down the swells of your 

breasts and over the curves of your shoulders.

It was like watching something out of a pornographic shampoo commercial. 

“Oh—” it was somewhere between a whine and gasp, strangled and broken by the time it escaped his trembling lips. It was so quiet, you shouldn’t have been able to hear it over the hiss of water. So it took him off guard when your eyes opened and flicked in his direction. 

He flinched, body jolting backwards like it intended to make a break for it, but it was like your stare locked him into place. His brain was screaming at him to do something; to move, to  turn away, close his eyes, apologize, bash his head against the freaking wall, literally anything but stand there staring at you with his mouth open like a complete idiot. But he couldn’t. 

The corner of your mouth curled, forming into a downright devilish smirk that sent hot tendrils of desire spiraling through his veins. Then you quirked a brow and it was like a burst of electricity bringing him back to life. His hands flew up from where they’d been frozen at his sides, slapping so hard over his eyes that he yelped in shock at the sting. 

“Ohmygod I- I am so sorry! I am so—” he whirled around, spewing high pitched apologies as he scrambled for the door. Only, his eyes were closed so instead of bolting out the door he face planted into the wall next to the door. “Ow!” 

Your low laughter rippled through the small bathroom and red hot embarrassment raced up his neck and into his face. He could only whimper out one finally strained apology as he clutched his throbbing nose and stumbled back into the darkness of your bedroom, slamming the door sharply behind him. 

By the time he’d managed to scramble back into the hall, Taeyong felt like he was on fire. His heart was beating wildly in his chest and he was certain if he dared to look in a mirror he’d be the equivalent of a tomato. 

Humiliation gripped at his throat, squeezing painfully around his airway every time he recalled the previous events. He’d never be able to face you again. Not after that train wreck. Not ever. Groaning distraughtly, he sank against the wall, silently wishing that the floor would just swallow him up and put an end to his suffering.

But, there was something worse than the embarrassment. Something hotter and harder, throbbing shamelessly in the confines of his suddenly far too jeans. He saw you naked— wet and naked, looking like a freaking goddess beneath the stream of hot water, soap suds still clinging to your skin. He had never seen a woman like that before. Not in person, at least. And none as beautiful as you. 

Biting his lip, he squeezed his legs together, trying his best to will away his progressively hardening erection. That, of course, did not work. And it didn’t help in the slightest that every time he so much as blinked, the image of you in the shower came rushing to the forefront of his mind, still fresh and vivid and devastating. 

Oh god. There was no was no way he could go back to working on the project now. If he thought he was being unproductive before— he probably wouldn’t be able to get a single legible word written with the image of you and your body burned into the back of his eyelids. 

He was doomed. 

And he still needed to pee. 

Damnit. 

It was about nine at night when the low voices transformed into booming laughter, the walls practically vibrating under the barrage of stomping feet. It didn’t take a genius to deduce that they’d finished up on their project— either that or they mutually reached the end of their attention spans. 

Regardless, you were bored of remaining cooped up in your bedroom merely for the sake of your roommate’s econ grade and needed to stretch your legs a bit. Not to mention you were beginning to crave something greasy and unhealthy. You were almost certain the group of college boys lounging in your living room wouldn’t be opposed to some pizza, fries, and milkshakes from your favorite delivery place. 

“I don’t know about you boys but I’m starving!” You sang brightly as you all but skipped into the room. All eyes swung to you, wide and stunned as they watched you waltz over to where Mark sat in the love seat and throw yourself into his lap like it was the most normal thing in the world. He grunted under your weight, lip curling in annoyance but wrapped his arms securely around your stomach nonetheless. You pretended not to notice the lingering eyes of one particular boy, meticulously curled into the farthest corner of the couch. “Anyone down to order?” 

“Ugh please!” Yukhei exclaimed, throwing his head back dramatically. “I am dying of hunger.” 

The others were eager to voice their own agreement and you turned to Mark with an expectant smile. “Rubio’s?” He asked, already reaching for his phone. 

“Read my mind.” You hummed, pinching his cheek until he hissed and swatted you away. 

It was nothing short of chaos trying to get everyone’s orders, multiple overlapping voices making it hard to discern exactly who was asking for what, but somehow Mark managed to place all of the requests with only a handful of difficulties. Well, all but one. 

“Taeyong.” 

The boy’s head jerked up so fast at the sound of his name that you were surprised you hadn’t heard something crack. Up until then he’d been sitting quietly with his knees to his chest, staring at his feet, pointedly avoiding looking in your general direction. He could only hold your gaze for a few tense seconds before his cheeks flamed and he dropped his eyes. 

“I– uh– y- yes?” He coughed, blinking hard. 

You tilted your head, offering him an innocent smile. “Is there anything you’d like to eat?” You couldn’t stop yourself from adding an unnecessarily suggestive pitch to the question, words dancing wickedly across your tongue. 

Taeyong swallowed and pulled his knees tighter to his chest. “I– I’ll just have some of the- the pizza.” The words tumbled clumsily out of his mouth and your grin only widened as he became more and more flustered under the heat of your persistent stare. 

“Perfect. Then we can share.” 

The poor boy nearly choked on air when you abruptly pushed yourself off of Mark and sauntered over to where he sat, squeezing in between him and an eager Yukhei, who was more than happy to make room for you. His entire body went rigid, brief panic shooting across his features as you made yourself comfortable. It was tight with Jaehyun, Lucas, Taeyong and now you all squished onto the couch, so you were practically flush against him, shoulder to shoulder, thigh to thigh. You pretended not to notice that he was holding his breath. 

“Thirty minutes.” Mark announced, shutting off his phone and shoving it back into his pocket. 

“What should we do while we wait?” Jaehyun asked, ignoring Yukhei as he whined about how he’d be dead of starvation before the food even arrived. 

“Movie?” Haechan suggested. 

You perked. “I know a good one.” 

“No— no.” Mark cut in quickly, pointing a finger with the intention to reprimand in your direction. “Every time you pick a movie it’s either fucked up or really fucked up. So no.” 

“Don’t be a pussy, Mark.” You huffed, wrinkling your nose at him. “Just because you don’t like horror movies doesn’t mean your friends don’t.” 

“I, for one, love a good horror movie!” Yukhei remarked, a smug grin breaking across his lips as he shot a flirtatious wink in your direction. 

Haechan scoffed. “Bullshit! You couldn’t sleep alone for a week after we watched The Shining. And that wasn’t even scary!” 

“There was a tidal wave of blood.” He grumbled defensively, crossing his arms over his chest as he slumped, lower lip jutting out dramatically.

“No tidal wave of blood is this one, promise.” You snickered, snatching the remote from the cluttered coffee table and switching on the television. It only took a few minutes of browsing through Netflix before you finally located the movie you’d saved to your watch list a few weeks ago but had never gotten the chance to watch. 

Marked hopped up to flick off the lights as you pressed play, any excited or nervous murmurs coming to a halt as the opening credits rolled across the screen. Beside you, Taeyong tensed, squeezing his legs even tighter to his chest. You glanced at him from the corner of your eye, not missing the nervous way he gnawed at his lower lip even in the darkness. 

“Not good with horror movies?” You hummed, nudging his knee. He flinched in surprise, eyes shooting over to meet yours before he quickly diverted his attention back to the screen. 

“No, not– not really.” He admitted weakly, clearing his throat. 

A playful smirk twirled onto your lips and you subtly leaned into him, whispering near his ear, “you can hold my hand if you get scared.” 

A fierce blush consumed his cheeks, illuminated by the soft grey light of the television. “I– I’ll be okay.” He coughed when his voice cracked and you chuckled under your breath, opting to cut the poor boy some slack… for now. 

The movie progressed with the usual eerie start before transitioning into something lighter, though the low hum of anticipation-building music never ceased. Even if at some point it became rather repetitive, you thoroughly enjoyed a good horror movie. Most of the time, they failed to meet expectations and you left feeling rather disappointed that your stomach hadn’t leapt into your throat any point throughout the film. However, every once in a while, you were pleasantly surprised. 

Now, was not one of those times. 

Boredom quickly settled over you as the plot developed, revealing itself to be almost identical to a number of horror movies you’d watched in the past. You slumped back in your seat, a subtle scowl staining your lips. But then… inspiration. Devious, unquestionably self indulgent inspiration that risked putting a certain someone in a possibly very awkward (but also very delightful) position. 

The slow slide of your eyes from the television over to the boy seated at your left revealed that not everyone found the movie to be boring and repetitive. Taeyong was practically trembling. He had both of his hands over his face, wide, uncertain eyes peeking out timidly from between his index and middle fingers. 

You had to sink your teeth into your lip in order to subdue the large grin threatening to break across your face. 

Fuck, he’s too adorable. 

Unable to resist, you allowed a curious hand to wander towards his leg. With a brush so subtle it could’ve been mistaken for a breeze, you traced a finger over the seam of his pants. But, with his senses on high alert, it wasn’t a sensation he missed. He jolted violently, head swinging in your direction. There was fear in his eyes, but it quickly melted into relief else once he realized it was you and not some demon. 

Then his eyes drifted to where your finger lingered, hovering over his clothed thigh, and the relief transformed into something else entirely. Something hot and shameful and desperate, something he tried to hide behind frantically fluttering eyelids and quivering lips. But it was unmistakable. 

You lifted your brows, a silent question swirling in your gaze. He swallowed, breath coming out in quick, shallow huffs as the unnameable emotion thickened inside of him, then he nudged his leg shyly towards you. The air you didn’t realize you were holding in your lungs rushed out in one quick exhale, a subtle smirk curling onto your lips as excitement swirled in your gut. Taeyong sucked his lower lip into his mouth as your open palm landed boldly on his lower thigh, fingers pressing gently into the clothed muscle just above his knee. 

For a few minutes, it remained there, not moving any lower or any high, simply resting on his leg and he found himself relaxing beneath your touch. The heat of your hand was a welcome –comforting, even– distraction from the horror movie that had progressed to the point in the plot where the reckless characters put themselves directly into the line of danger instead of taking the intelligent path that would help them avoid it all together. You could feel the tension returning to Taeyong’s muscles as suspense building music poured from the surround sound speakers. 

In a two sided attempt to both comfort and tease, you began gently massaging his thigh. His breath audibly hitched, gaze straying from the screen once more in favor of watching the slow, deliberate motion of your fingers squeezing around his leg. That alone was enough to set his long neglected desire to flames. It burned within him, hot and dangerous, turning his face a dark, flattering crimson. 

It was too much. He’d never been touched like this before. You weren’t even close to his crotch and he could still feel the distinctive hardening beneath the zipper of his jeans which were growing tighter and tighter with every passing moment. At this rate, he’d make a mess of himself before the movie even reached its climax. 

The mere thought of coming untouched was enough to make his head feel dizzy, a mixture of humiliation and heady lust licking at his nerves. 

He couldn’t believe he was feeling this way, in a room full of his friends no less. If one of them were to look over, even through darkness, it would be impossible to miss your hand laid across his lap or the feverish blush coating his face, illuminated by the dull light of the tv. 

Then, your hand shifted higher. It was a minute movement, couldn’t have been more than an inch or two. But it had his pulse spiking in his veins nonetheless, blood rushing downward. You gripped gently at the inside of his slim thigh, thumb tracing slow, calculated circles into the rough material of his jeans. He trembled beneath the teasing ministrations, jaw clenched to fight back the urge to moan as your curious touch wandered upwards once more. 

“Is this alright?” 

The question came unexpectedly, a sudden rush of warm breath hitting the curve of his throat. He sucked his lips into his mouth, shivering faintly at the low, rough sound of your voice, just quiet enough that none of the other men in the room could make it out. 

He offered a sharp, jerky nod, desperately heaving in deep breath through his nose. The corner of your mouth curled. 

“God you're shaking. Are you that sensitive? Or do you just get off on getting felt up in front of all your friends? How naughty.” You chuckled tauntingly, words borderline malicious. 

“I– I don’t— I’m not—” he swallowed, shaking his head frantically in denial of your words, despite the flames they ignited inside of him. 

“I think you are.” You purred, tracing your index finger lightly over his prominent bulge, eliciting a strangled moan from his trembling lips. He was fortunate enough that at the very moment the sound escaped, some ditzy bimbo began screaming her lungs out in the movie. Still, he slapped a hand over his offending lips, looking around frantically to see if anyone had heard his slip up. Luckily enough, it seemed they hadn’t. 

This was payback, he realized abruptly, this was payback for walking in on you showering. 

But even if it was— 

It felt too damn good. 

His head tipped back, hand surging to cover his burning face and stifle his whimpers as you suddenly gripped firmly at his clothed length. A low, appreciative hum thrummed through your chest as you felt him twitch, delighting in just how responsive he was to your touch. His thighs squeezed together, hips shuddering upwards as you mapped him out. 

The urge to set your teeth upon his neck was almost overwhelming, but you resisted only because it might draw some attention from the room’s other, currently oblivious, occupants. You doubted Yukhei would miss it, even if he was desperately hiding his eyes behind those astoundingly massive hands. 

But shit was it tempting. 

His pretty porcelain skin would look so good painted in varying shades of pink and red. So sweet and pure… you wanted to taint him. 

He couldn’t stop moving now, squirming and quivering in place. He was unraveling right before your eyes, and you were devouring it. What a sight… 

Warmth stirred in your belly, and you rolled your palm down. He jolted violently, then in the next second he was up on his feet. It happened so quickly that you nearly fell over, just barely catching yourself from falling into the spot he previously occupied. Yukhei shrieked in shock, throwing himself directly into Jaehyun’s lap. 

“Fuck, Taeyong! You almost gave me a heart attack!” Haechan shrilled, clutching a pillow against his chest. Instead of responding, Taeyong jerked forward, the movement sharp and robotic, like his body wasn’t quite caught up to his brain. 

“What are you doing?” Doyoung asked, squinting at him through the darkness. “And why do you look so—” 

“B- B- Bathroom!” Taeyong squeaked out abruptly. You could only watch with wide eyes and gaping lips as he proceeded to run out of the living room like his ass was on fire. 

“Movie must’ve freaked him out.” Johnny muttered. 

“It’s not even that bad.” Yukhei scoffed in a voice too high pitched for his words to sound believable, grunting when Jaehyun shoved him off of his lap. Noisy banter was quick ensue. Noisy and distracting enough for you to make a quick and silent escape without catching any of the other boys’ attention. 

“Taeyong?” You called softly, worry churning in your gut that you overstepped or upset him. “Tae, I’m sorry if I—” you gasped, words cutting off in your throat as a hand found your wrist and you were quickly tugged around the corner and into the unlit hallway. 

The motion was so unexpected you ended up tripping over your own feet, having to slam a hand against the wall to steady yourself. But it was only when you felt a rush of quick, warm breath against your face that you realized the position you’d gotten yourself into. Taeyong was standing in front of you, face flushed a feverish shade of red, faint perspiration glistening on his skin, and he was standing with his spine flush against the wall, effectively caged in by your body. And he was looking at you. 

Really looking at you. 

With the kind of eyes that had something tightening deliciously in the pit of your stomach, chills of excitement ricocheting through your veins. 

“Tae?” His name was less than a breath on your lips, laced with an unspoken question. He sucked his lower lip into his mouth, fluttering gaze dancing across your face. 

“I almost…” he swallowed, shivering voice tapering off as he became overwhelmed by the proximity. He could smell your shampoo, a subtle, smoky-vanilla kind of scent that made his head feel dizzy. “I almost c- came.” 

The corner of your mouth swirled, both amused and charmed by the way he whispered the word, tone so innocent and shy that the filthy meaning behind it almost became misconstrued in your head. 

“Do you want to come, Taeyong?” You asked quietly, jutting a knee forward to press between his thighs. He gasped, trembling lips silently caressing the shape of your name as his hands shot forward, clutching desperately onto the sides of your shirt. A shy nod was all he could muster, the words feeling far too dirty to say aloud. But you weren’t satisfied. 

“Say it.” You murmured, nose brushing against his. His breath hitched at the command, warmth flushing through his veins beneath the staggering heat of your dark, hooded gaze. “If you want it, say it. If you don’t, tell me now.” 

“I want it!” He said quickly, only to flush and shrink in on himself, taken aback by his own outburst. Licking his lips, he repeated himself in a much softer voice, “I– I want it.” 

You let out a low hum, curving a gentle hand around his jaw. “Can I kiss you?” 

A shock ran through his body, his wide eyes snapping down to trace to soft lines of your mouth. “Yes.” He breathed, suddenly desperate for a taste of your lips. You didn’t deny him. 

The first brush of your lips against his is light, delicate… teasing. It made his knees tremble, fierce anticipation and wild desire running rampant through him. He opened up for you like a goddamn flower in bloom, melting sweetly when you applied even the slightest bit more pressure. His mouth was soft and warm, his kiss shy. And there was something ever so endearing about the way he clutched at your top like it was the only thing keeping him upright. 

You kept the pace deliberately slow, relishing in the soft moans that fluttered from his chest as you sucked his lower lip into your mouth, gently sinking your teeth into the sensitive flesh. He was wracked by a violent full body shiver when you licked over the seam of his lip. 

God he’s adorable. 

His strong reactions made you wonder if he’d ever been kissed like this before. Or, perhaps, this was a new experience entirely. 

“Taeyong.” He whimpered when you abruptly broke away from the kiss, but you ignored it. “Are you a virgin?” 

His eyes widened, a deep red flooding his cheeks. Then, he nodded, gaze dropping to the floor as the tips of his ears darkened. 

Wicked excitement curled in your gut, heat licking at your veins at the thought of being the first to corrupt such a sweet… innocent… 

“Have you ever been touched before?” 

He shook his head, chest pressing against your with every jagged inhale he drew into his lungs. 

You dipped a hand between your bodies, trailing teasingly down his stomach. “Would you like to be touched?” Your voice had dropped at least an octave, a low, rasping whisper that nearly made him keen. 

“Yes.” A devious grin settled across your lips at the quickness of his reply. Didn’t even need to think that one over, huh? 

You slid your hand over his crotch, feeling his hips buck uncontrollably when you squeezed. “Just looking at you,” you began, toying with his zipper, “I never would’ve guessed what a little slut you are.” 

“I- I’m not a slut.” He whimpered, digging his fingers into your waist. 

“Aren’t you, though?” You popped the button of his jeans. “I mean, take a good look at yourself, Yongie; letting yourself get felt up and teased by your best friend’s roommate while they’re just in the next room over. Seems pretty slutty to me.” 

Taeyong couldn’t help the soft moan that escaped his chest at the degrading word, his cock twitching within the confines of his boxers. Slipping a finger beneath the elastic, you tugged it away from his skin, letting out a playful coo when his weeping pink tip peeked out. The blush on his face intensified tenfold, both of his hands dropping down instinctively to cover himself. But you were faster, snatching his wrists and pinning them against the wall on either side of his head. 

“Don’t even think about it.” 

Shivering, he offered a compliant nod. 

“Good boy.” 

He barely had time to form a reaction to the praise before he felt you around him, stroking and caressing. The responding moan that burst from his lips was loud— too loud. You were quick to cover his gaping mouth, successfully muffling the series of succeeding gasps and whimpers. 

“Careful, sweetheart,” you clicked your tongue, watching the way his eyes fluttered and rolled as you tightened your grip around his cock, “you wouldn’t want your hyungs to find out what a little slut you’re being, now would you? Mark was so kind, inviting you into his home… How do you think he’d feel if he were to see you taking advantage of his hospitality, getting your pretty little cock played with by his roommate? How shameless...” 

Taeyong whimpered, and you felt the gentle press of his lips against your palm, followed by a meek flick of his tongue. He was looking at you now, really looking at you, with the kind of pathetic, wanting eyes that never failed to make your skin burn in excitement. You wondered if you could make him cry, overwhelm him with pleasure to the point where he couldn’t keep his emotions at bay. The desire to ruin him was almost unbearable. 

Swirling your thumb over his tip, you slotted a leg between his, pressing up against him from underneath. He nearly keened at the pressure, hips rolling greedily over your thigh, simultaneously pumping his cock into your closed fist. Heaven, this must be heaven. Honestly, you hadn’t expected him to succumb to his desires so readily, with such… enthusiasm. But this Taeyong surprised you at every turn. You’d thought he’d be shy, reserved, hesitant to give in, but here he was, riding your thigh and fucking your hand like his life depended on it, his muffled moans pulsing beneath your palm. 

It’d be a flat out lie to say you weren’t beyond turned on. 

There was a slick warmth building between your thighs, soaking into the fabric of your underwear, and tight knots in your stomach, threatening to burst at any given moment. The knowledge that less than thirty feet away, your roommate and all his friends were gathered and one stray moan from the crumbling man before you could give away all the filthy things you were doing to him stroked the lustful flames blazing through your blood. One glimpse into those hooded, glassy brown eyes told you he was suffering from a similar burn. 

“Turn around.” You demanded, somewhat breathless as you tore your hands off of him. A low whimper escaped past trembling lips at the loss of stimulation, a shiver rippling down his spine as his hard, abandoned cock swung through empty air. Regardless, he was quick to comply, spinning himself around and pressing his palms flat against the wall. You hummed a praise, pleased with his eager compliance, rewarding him with your touch. He gasped, forced to sink his teeth into his lip to stifle his whimpers as your hands slipped over his body: one returning to stroke his dick while the other pushed beneath the material of his top, venturing up to his chest where your fingers set to toying with his sensitive nipples. 

“(y/n)—” he moaned your name desperately, rocking his body back against yours as overwhelming pleasure pulsed through his veins. 

“Easy, sweetheart,” you chuckled darkly, splaying a steadying palm across his hips as they began grinding back into yours, “you sound like you're about to burst.” 

He moaned, shuddering when you caressed his sensitive tip, and an idea struck you. 

“Can you do something for me, Tae?” You asked, voice a low, rasping against the shell of his ear. “Can you suck?” 

Any short lived confusion dissipated from his mind when he felt your fingers nudging at the soft flesh of his lips. A deep blush flooded into his cheeks, but his mouth opened nonetheless, shyly taking your digits inside. 

“There you go…” you purred, feeling his tongue lick delicately at the pads of your middle and ring finger. He sucked, and you lowered your head to press slow, encouraging kisses laced with whispered praises to the juncture of his throat. You felt the soft vibrations of his muffled moans quivering through your knuckles and against your lips. He was shaking, the stimulation to his cock causing violent tremors to wrack his body. He wasn’t far off from release, you could tell as much by the way he was twitching and the slow increase in volume of his sounds. 

But you weren’t finished yet. 

Not by a long shot. 

You pulled your fingers from his mouth, the suction of his lips giving with a lewd, wet pop. A filthy sound coming from such innocent lips. 

Leaning forward, you nipped gently at the shell of his red tinted ear, hand releasing his dick in favor of venturing beneath the hem of his pants. You heard his breath hitched and offered quietly, “Tell me if you want me to stop.” 

Taeyong nodded in understanding, but offered no resistance as you pushed the thick denim down over the soft curve of his ass. His shoulders jumped, a gasp shooting from his lips when you slid a saliva soaked finger between his cheeks, coming to the abrupt realization of what your intentions were. 

“O– oh—” 

“Is this alright?” 

He swallowed, glancing back at you from over his shoulder. “I– I’ve never…” 

You soothed a hand down the front of his thigh, “it’s okay if you don’t want to.” 

There was no judgement in your tone, rather a gentleness to the reassurance that put his buzzing nerves at ease. “That’s not it,” he shook his head, gnawing at the corner of his lip as a soft pink crept across his cheeks, “j– just…” 

“Just?” 

Taeyong drew in a deep, trembling breath. Your furrowed brows shot to your hairline, heat twisting in your gut as he suddenly bent himself over, sticking his ass out, practically fucking presenting himself to you. “B- be gentle…” he whispered shyly, hiding his face in the crook of his elbow. 

Steam would surely start coming out of your nose if your temperature rose any further. This is fucking ridiculous. How was it possible for a man to be so cute yet so sexy all at once? This couldn’t be good for your health… 

Smirking deviously, you settled a palm between his shoulder blades, pressing down ever so slightly and watching as he delicately arched his spine. “I’m always gentle.” 

A hiccuping moan rushed from his chest at the first careful press of your finger, his brows furrowing deeply as his muscles tightened in response to the foreign stretch. 

“Relax, sweetheart.” You reminded lightly, settling soothing kisses across his shoulder. He drew in a series of deep breaths, allowing himself to adjust to the sensation of having something inside of him while melting into the tender caress of your cool lips across his feverish skin. You felt the slow dissipation of tension, felt the way he melted beneath you. “There you go…” you cooed, easing into him until your knuckle before allowing him a few moments to adjust. 

He was panting, forehead thudding softly against the wall as his hips trembled, a strange but not unpleasant feeling sparking to life inside of him. 

“Oh…” it was a barely audible sound, soft and breathless of shuddering lips. But you didn’t miss it, didn’t miss the way his shoulders drooped, his walls tight relaxing ever so faintly around the intruding digit. The corner of your mouth curled upwards in a salacious smirk, and you curled your finger experimentally. 

His reaction was instantaneous, a moan of surprise entwined with unexpected pleasure rushing from his flush throat. He glanced back at you from over his shoulder, eyes wide and trembling, hazy with an emotion you immediately recognized as pure, unfiltered lust. Your grin widened, almost triumphant as you whispered, “feel that?” 

He nodded rapidly, a gasp of breath wracking his chest. “Yes,” his hands were curling into fists where they were braced against the plaster wall. 

“Wanna feel it again?” 

The sound he let out was a combination of several things, keening and desperate for the sensation he’d never before experienced. “Please. Please.” 

It was impossible to say anything but yes when he begged like that. 

You rewarded him by stretching him out around a second finger, his knees nearly giving out when you thrust them in as deep as they would go. He was an absolute mess, forced to slap a quivering hand over his gaping mouth when his teeth proved insufficient at keeping his sounds in. You were enjoying yourself perhaps a little too much, enjoying watching him slowly crumble, enjoying watching his innocence shatter into tiny irreparable pieces on the floor beside glistening drops of precum. He was just too irresistible… 

“You’re about to come, aren’t you?” He was nodding before you even finished the question, muffled moans and sobs escaping through his fingers as he fucked himself back onto yours. You curve a hand around the shape of his jaw, tugging his head back at an angle that surely causes a strain in his neck, and slot your lips into his. Shoving your tongue down his throat proves a far more efficient means of keeping him quiet. 

But when you curled your fingers inside of him, subsequently stroking that sensitive bundle of nerves, even your mouth wasn’t enough to stifle the shriek of pleasure that burst from his throat. You were hoping the screams you heard emulating from the other room were enough to drown it out. 

“Keep your voice down.” You all but snarled, curling a hand around his throat. 

“I- I can’t— oh god, it feels so g- good.” He babbled, voice strained from the sheer effort of trying to keep himself from crying out in bliss. “I’m g- gonna come— I’m gonna c- come—” the sound of him choking on his words, gasping for breath around the added resistance of your restricting hold was even hotter than you imagined it would be. 

“Gone on, sweetheart. Let me see you make a mess of yourself.” You kissed the shell of his ear, deciding then to have mercy and offer his pathetic, weeping cock a helping hand. He was finished the moment your fingers grazed his tip, struck with an orgasm so powerful it had his knees buckling beneath the weight of his quivering body. 

His jaw when slack, unleashing every pent up sound he’d managed to keep bottled up thus far. They came rushing out of him too quickly to stop, not that you made much of an effort. You were enjoying the way he was moaning your name like it was his saving grace far too much to care whether or not the other boys were hearing. In fact, the thought of them hearing their sweet, innocent Taeyong whimpering like a bitch in heat, moaning your name, gave you an unexpected rush of delight. 

You didn’t stop fucking your fingers into his tight little hole until you were certain you’d milked him for all he was worth, until he was reduced to little more than a trembling, whimpering mess against your chest, barely able to keep himself upright. 

“Oh my g- god.” He murmured shakily, head falling back to rest on your shoulder. 

A low chuckle slid from your lips as you gently released his spent cock, simultaneously pulling out of him. He winced faintly, whining weakly at the unpleasant emptiness that ensued. 

“That felt pretty good didn’t it?” You teased. 

He bit his lip, humming airily as he melted into your hold. 

“You’re a good boy, aren’t you, Taeyong?” Your words danced over the curve of his throat, flooding his senses with the fluttering implication. Blushing, he nodded, a shy bob of his head that caused the sweat soaked fringes of his bangs to fall over his eyes, clinging delicately to his pretty eyelashes. “Words?” 

“I—” he swallowed, gaze flitting as his face reddened further, “I’m a g- good boy.” 

You mouth curled deviously. Holding your come covered hand up to his panting mouth, you whispered against the shell of his ear, “good boys clean up their mess.” 

His breath hitched, wide eyes jumping over to meet yours. You held his gaze boldly, cocking an expectant brow. Then, ever so lightly, his tongue dipped out from between red bitten lips, kitten licking his come from your fingertips. You could’ve come right then and there, watching him shyly lap his own release from your hand. Honestly you would’ve been happy to stay like that all night, his tongue tracing the lines of your palm, caressing your knuckles… 

But then the doorbell rang, and someone cleared their throat in the other room. 

“Uh… foods here.” 

Taeyong leapt away from you with a gasp, flushing deeply as his hands flew to tuck himself back into his jeans. 

“D- do you think they—” his voice cracked and he coughed as crimson crept up his neck. 

You smirked, not in the least bit ashamed. 

“Oh, definitely.”

A/N; well i dropped off the face of the earth, sorry about that loves. but i think you’ll be happy to know that i have a number of wip sitting in drafts, should i tease the banners? 

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tetraphobia

maybe seijoh's revenge doesn't always have to be on the court. maybe seijoh's revenge can come in the form of fucking kageyama's sweet little girlfriend.

wc: 3.3k

tags/tw's(PLEASE READ): explicit n*fw, noncon, gangbang, mindbreak, victim blaming/guilt, forced infidelity, hints of sadism, anal, double penetration, deepthroat, cunnilingus, sorta overstim? idk this is very nasty, fem!reader with inner genitals, timeskip!characters

a/n: this is for @somecravings' gangbang collab! this work features the seijoh four.

i don’t want minors interacting with my content

“I wonder where Tobio-chan found himself such a cute girlfriend.”

The words freeze you in your tracks.

A tall, well-built, man leans against the wall of the hotel hallway, the cramped space making him loom large in front of you. You think he’s a stranger at first - but a closer look at the waves of his chestnut hair, his molten hazel eyes - and memories of the pictures Tobio had shown you flood back into your mind.

Oikawa Tooru, he’d told you. Teammates at Kitagawa Daiichi, and then rivals at Karasuno and Aoba Johsai. I took away his last chance to make it to nationals in high school. Now he’s on Argentina’s national team. Looked up to him a lot, but we had a… strained relationship.

His eyes flicker back to the faded yearbook photos, an unmistakable note of bitterness in his voice.

The very same Oikawa Tooru from his pictures stands in the hallway leading to your hotel room, arms crossed and eyes glittering with amusement.

Almost as if he’d been waiting there for you.

“He’s out celebrating his win, isn’t he?” he says, cocking his head to one side. “Along with the rest of his team.”

He steps closer, walking towards you until he’s mere feet away. You can see where the hem of his blue jersey peeks out from beneath his jacket, the white of his teeth glinting as he grins. Up close, he’s even more intimidating, and you suppress the sudden surge of discomfort that crawls beneath your skin.

Your eyes flit back and forth, eyebrows creasing in confusion. “Is there something you need?”

“Yes,” he says, his hand reaching out to stroke gently along your cheek. “I was wondering if you could do me a favor, sweetheart.”

Panic seizes you when his cold, calloused, fingertips brush lightly along your skin, your heart thudding as discomfort rips through your body. You don’t know what his intentions are, but his words scare you. There’s nothing genuine about his tone, nothing kind, and years of too-close encounters with men have left you wary and alert. His touch is invasive, contemptuous, mocking, and you jerk away from his hand in an attempt to backpedal-

Warm hands clamp down around your shoulders in an iron grip. Your heart sinks as you realize you’ve got nowhere to go, dread seeping into every vein in your body.

“I’m a little late. Sorry.”

The voice at your ear is a low rasp, his tone nonchalant, but you can hear the message that undercuts it as clear as day: you’re not going anywhere.

“Don’t worry about it, Iwa,” Oikawa says, fingers curling around your chin, tilting your face up forcefully until you’re staring directly into his eyes. “You got here just in time to help me out. She looked like she was about to run away for a while there. Can you imagine?”

The man behind you - Iwaizumi Hajime, you recall - chuckles. “Wouldn’t get very far.”

Your blood runs cold at the implication of his words. Your stomach churns, an awful, nauseous feeling that makes you feel sick, shoulders tensing as you struggle against Iwaizumi’s hold.

“Hey,” he warns quietly. “Don’t make this harder on yourself.”

His words almost make you want to laugh; he says them like he’s trying to help you, like he genuinely cares about your well-being. You remember the late-night talks you and Kageyama would have, the ones where he’d describe his days spent in middle school, secluded and walled off from the other players on his team. There was always one name he spoke with a particular reverence: Iwaizumi Hajime. Tough. Strong. Kind. A good man, he’d emphasized. I’m glad he was there during those years.

Well, this certainly was a reality check, wasn't it?

He removes his hands from your shoulders and wraps an arm around your waist, keeping you pressed close to his side, as if a reminder of you how powerless you are in this position. “Come on, baby,” he says. “Let’s go.”

“It’d be rude to keep Makki and Mattsun waiting any longer."

Oikawa slides his fingers into yours until the two of you are holding hands, humming happily as Iwaizumi escorts you down the hall towards your own hotel room. It takes every last ounce of self-control to stop yourself from crying and screaming on the spot, to hold back the tears that threaten to spill over, to save yourself the embarrassment of breaking down pathetically as these people - these assholes - watch.

You get the feeling that they’re not going to leave you alone out of pity.

They escort you to your hotel room, passing by rows and rows of rooms that blur as your vision tunnels. Their presence is suffocating; Oikawa’s fingers brush against your wrist, rubbing tender circles into your skin, and you can feel Iwaizumi's warm breath on the crown of your head.

Oikawa grabs the key card from your purse, sliding it into the scanner, and pushes the door open when it lights up green.

Your heart stills with fear as they drag you inside, flicking the light switch open until the room glows softly.

There’s two more people sitting in the bed.

A tall, lanky man waves in acknowledgement, nudging his companion in the side as his eyes flicker appraisingly over you.

The other man looks up, tossing his phone aside, blowing aside a stray strand of strawberry-pink hair.

“Hmm. I hate to say this, but Oikawa was right,” he says, a wry grin on his face. “What a pretty girl.”

You feel so vulnerable with four pairs of eyes roaming over every inch of your body, your mind running rampant with fear and anticipation as they admire and scrutinize. And you’d be right to be scared, because there’s so much they can’t wait to do, so much of you they’ve been dying to explore, so many of their little fantasies that they’ve been waiting for the right girl to help them act out.

You’ll help them out, won’t you?

Without warning, there’s a pair of hands on your waist insistently pushing you downwards, applying steady pressure until your legs collapse and you’re forced to your knees.

“So impatient, Iwa.” Oikawa clicks his tongue, shaking his head. “You won’t even let her get settled in?”

There‘s a huff of annoyance above you. “The more you talk, the less I’m going to enjoy this.”

“Alright, alright.”

Oikawa slides a hand onto the back of your neck, the other moving to grip your hair. His touch is gentle, fingers stroking along your pulse point, but you know it won’t last if you misbehave. You have no illusions about the kind of person he is, not when his hands maneuver your mouth and throat into nothing more than a warm fleshlight for his friend.

Iwaizumi palms himself in front of your face, hands skimming over the bulge in his jeans as he groans in pleasure, and pulls out his half hard cock, veins throbbing and flushed with arousal. Cupping your face in his hand, he fits the tip to your soft lips and tilts your chin upwards to meet his piercing, lust-filled eyes, his gaze swirling with want.

“Open up for me like a good girl, okay?” he growls.

You can’t help the way your cunt pulses at his tone, an intoxicating rush of fear and desire that leaves your mind hazy and mouth dropping open. He doesn’t waste the opportunity, pushing his cock into your warm, wet, mouth, a moan falling from his lips as he thrusts his hips forwards. You retch at the intrusion, instinctively jerking your head backwards, but Oikawa’s grip on your neck tightens as he holds you in place. He crouches down, lips finding your ear as Iwaizumi starts sliding in and out of your mouth.

“Don’t worry,” he whispers, warm breath sending shivers down your spine. “If you take it like you’re supposed to, he won’t last too long.”

At those words, his hands push your head forward, impaling your throat on his cock, holding you down as you choke and drool and retch. Your eyes redden as silvery tears drip through your lashes, panic rising, vision turning to static, the pain in your lungs growing unbearable as Oikawa’s smile turns razor sharp. “Atta girl,” he encourages softly, his thumb wiping away one of the tears running down your cheek. “I think he’s gonna cum soon if you keep this up.”

If you keep this up. As if you have a choice.

Iwaizumi’s thrusts grow more erratic, fucking you rougher and faster as he slams in and out of your throat. “Fuck,” he curses under his breath. “Such a good fucking girl for me. Got such a - such a perfect little mouth, taking me so well,” he says, breath catching.

Just like Oikawa had predicted, he doesn’t last much longer after that, hips stuttering when he spills down your waiting throat. He tastes warm and slightly salty, the last few drops of his cum dripping down your chin as he presses a thumb to your lips and wipes away the drool collecting at the corner.

There’s a horrible, sinking, feeling settling inside you as he grabs the collar of your shirt and hoists you up with him onto the bed, your limbs going limp as you let him press an open-mouthed kiss to your trembling lips, his tongue slipping inside of your slack mouth.

You feel used.

Up close to Iwaizumi, you can see the flush of arousal coloring his bronzed cheeks, the sheen of sweat on his forehead, all the physical evidence of just how good you made him feel, and your stomach churns.

Your thoughts are interrupted when you feel fingers softly stroking at your clit, light, teasing strokes back and forth that leave you whimpering. A twinge of arousal pulses in your cunt as you hear words murmured against your inner thigh.

“Didn’t even try to fight back, did you?” There’s a gentle laugh from the pink-haired man beneath you, soft and terrifying, and the light brushes turn into more insistent circles. “It’s almost like you wanted it.”

Iwaizumi’s tongue curls deeper into your mouth as he deepens the kiss, leaving you gasping for breath.

“I had no idea you’d turn out to be such a slut,” he hums, mouth latching onto your thigh. “Although I’m really not complaining.”

“C’mon, Makki, don’t be so mean to her,” Iwaizumi chuckles, his teeth scraping roughly against your lips.

“I’m only telling the truth.”

The fingers circling your pussy creep upwards, grabbing onto your hips and pushing you down against the mattress. “Keep those legs spread nice and open for me, okay?” Makki says, voice sweet and cloying.

When the flat of his tongue brushes against your clit, his breath huffing warm on your folds, your thighs twitch involuntarily. It’s as if he’s made it his mission to eat you out as slow and light as possible, his kitten-licks and teasing strokes sliding along your folds and circling around your sweet spots without ever truly giving you the satisfaction that your cunt craves.

And he can tell you’re starting to break.

As Iwaizumi’s mouth moves down to suck at your neck, lips brushing along the erratic heartbeat of your pulse point, your hips jerk upwards against Makki’s waiting mouth as a moan slips out from between your lips.

He sucks at your aching clit, the steady, constant pressure making you writhe in his grasp. “Cute little cunt wants more, doesn’t i?” he coos.

You don’t dare say a word, face flushed with embarrassment as you bite your inner cheek in embarrassment. Makki’s right.

He’s right, and you hate that he’s right, hate how good he’s making you feel with every long, languid, lick, with every brush of his lips that leaves your walls throbbing in search of more.

A hand picks up your limp wrist, guiding your fingers until they wrap around something warm and hard, something incredibly thick and so, so, long -

You freeze as you realize it’s a cock.

“Mattsun’s blessed, isn’t he?” Makki laughs from between your thighs. “Maybe now you’ll understand that I’m really trying to do you a favor. We want these sheets stained with cum, not blood.”

You swallow nervously. That monster cock, so big you can barely fit your hand around it, is going inside you.

You’re paralyzed with dread, not even bothering to fight back as he maneuvers your palm up and down along his length, wrapping his much larger hand around yours as he uses your fist to help jerk him off.

All the revulsion in the world can’t stop the slow, mounting, wave of pressure building inside your core, growing stronger as Makki sucks with more force against your clit. Crooked fingers push inside your slick, needy, hole, his nimble digits searching and prodding, the pads of his fingertips rubbing insistently at your g-spot.

“See?” he murmurs. “‘m making you feel so good. You’re gonna be nice and ready when I’m done with you.”

You want to scream. You feel like a whore for enjoying anything at all; bile and guilt rising in your throat as white-hot arousal throbs in your cunt.

You’re strung out along the edge when you feel another mouth descending on your body, a tongue flicking out to tease at your nipple. You see a flash of chestnut brown hair as Oikawa looks up at you, a smirk curving at the corners of his mouth, almost as if he knows exactly what he’s doing, knows where your limits are and how to push right past them.

It’s too much for you to handle, too much for you to take. Three mouths ravage your body, tongues flicking out to lick at your neck and suck at your nipples and drag along your clit, silky and sensual against your soft skin, all while your slack hand pumps steadily along the shaft of a huge cock.

When an orgasm rips through your body, it’s like something stolen, something taken from you, and as your hips buck and thrash wildly, an emptiness settles in your stomach after you’re all fucked out from their ministrations.

What’s wrong with you?

At this point, you don’t feel like much more than a sex doll for the four men, all spread out and useless as you lay your head in Iwaizumi’s lap. He strokes gently at your hair, brushing a stray strand out of your face.

You barely even react as Mattsun manhandles you up, large hands positioning your hips until the head of his fully hard cock sits at your entrance, sliding just the tip into your loosened, clenching, hole.

“Ready?” he asks, his half-lidded eyes glinting with amusement.

He doesn’t really care about your answer.

“One… two… three.”

He forces you down on his cock, pushing your hips further and further down as you squirm and struggle and moan from the stretch. Your mind goes foggy as you feel the drag of his cock against the front of your walls, burying itself so deep in your cunt you can almost feel it in your stomach.

Mattsun likes it when his dick makes girls feel good, of course, when he fucks them better than their boyfriends, when he makes them cream and gush after barely moving.

He likes it better when he makes girls go stupid.

As he looks down at you, a warm rush of arousal twists in his gut. Your eyelids flutter in pleasure, mouth open and panting, small hands fisting at his shirt as you moan softly. It’s just too big for you to take, isn’t it? You can't handle being used like a pretty fuckdoll, or eaten out until you cream, or to be impaled on a cock so nice and big you can barely think straight. A string of drool falls from the corner of your mouth, but he doesn’t bother cleaning it up. You look better ruined, he thinks.

You’re dragged out of your fucked-out daze when a voice crawls into your ear, taunting and cruel, and a warm dick presses and slides along your ass.

“Bet Kageyama’s never tried this before,” Oikawa says.

A spurt of terror grips you as you hear the thinly-veiled anticipation in his voice, his fingers trembling with excitement as they grope at your ass.

He holds back a laugh at the way you freeze, shuddering in a mixture of fear and pleasure as Mattsun rolls his hips up and thrusts his cock even deeper. He knows he guessed right, judging from your cute little reaction, a high-pitched, pathetic whimper dropping from your lips as brushes his cock against your hole.

He hopes it hurts.

When he presses in, it’s a slow, aching, stretch that leaves you feeling raw and split wide open. Unlike the dull pain from Mattsun’s cock, this one is a searing, brutal, torment, a stinging intrusion in your tight hole that forces a choked gasp from your lungs.

“Wish your boyfriend could see us right now,” he breathes, pressing a gentle kiss to the crook of your neck. “Feels so good squeezing my cock, so fucking nice and tight.”

Tobio.

Panic races along your veins. Your chest rises and falls rapidly, breasts bouncing slightly as your breaths come shallow and rapid.

“I can’t imagine how he’d feel - seeing his perfect little angel getting stuffed so full in both her precious holes.”

The tightness in your chest bursts as tears stream down your face, cries and moans coming out thick and stuffy as you sob. You know he’s right. It didn’t matter that it was forced, that you said you didn’t want it - you already came once, didn’t you? And judging by the tense pleasure pulsing at your clit, you were due for another sooner or later.

Oikawa laughs. “It’d be awful if he came back right now, wouldn’t it? Just in time to watch his precious little girlfriend getting raped by his former senpai.”

Mattsun snickers, bring a hand up to swipe at your clit. “Look,” he says softly, tilting your head until you lock eyes with Makki.

He’s fisting his cock rapidly, a hungry, predatory, expression on his face, tongue darting out to lick at his lips as he lets out a pleasured groan.

It’s better than almost any of his gross little fantasies. He’s not sure his favorite porn videos will ever be able to compare to the sight of you being fucked stupid and split in two by his friends, two cocks sliding in and out of your tired holes as you cry.

You squeeze your eyes shut as the first waves of the orgasm begin to roll over you. Mattsun’s deft, long, fingers toy with your clit, stroking you insistently through the wild jerking of your hips as he feels your walls fluttering and creaming around the base of his dick. The pleasure is intense, unbearable, almost impossible to hold back, even as disgust crawls beneath your skin at the feeling of being stretched wide open.

Maybe they were right.

All those times you’d thought about what you’d do if this happened, every single night when you’d lie awake and tell yourself, i’ll fight back. i’ll resist. i’ll make them regret ever forcing me -

They were all lies.

Oikawa feels a sick sense of satisfaction as he watches the turmoil in your expression. He can tell by the slump of your shoulders, the bitterness in your gaze, the way you turn over to your side and curl up into a fetal position - they broke you, turned you into a mindless, slutty, fuckdoll, showed you who you really were.

Kageyama can have you back now. He’ll come into this hotel room, horrified at the sight of you passed out and naked, and call the police. Maybe he’ll help wash you up, bring you a cup of tea as you sob and insist that it wasn’t your fault. Maybe he’ll even believe you, despite the way you’ve stained the sheets.

But things won’t ever really be the same for you.

They made sure of it.

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[rocorambles]

Surprise Interview

Pairing: Kenma x Reader

Genre/Warnings: NSFW, Yandere, Pseudo-Cest, Dub-Con/Non-Con, Verbal Humiliation, Manipulation

Summary: Kenma sees if you have what it takes to be Bouncing Ball’s newest employee.

A/N: This is for @sugawara-sweetheart ‘s Decadence Collab. So excited to be a part of this collab and to be able to indulge in such a delicious prompt and theme. Be sure to check out everyone else’s works! As always, thanks for beta-ing @sawamooora ~

There’s a familiar peace and a new nervousness about coming back home for the holidays. Mostly because home isn’t quite the same home it used to be. You can feel warmth blooming in your chest at the thought of seeing your mom, telling her about everything and everyone (as if your daily phone calls aren’t enough), and just lounging around while she fills you up with her cooking. But you can also feel a certain shyness as you approach the house, a building that still feels brand new and strange to you.

Your mother had gotten remarried during your earlier college years after your father’s passing and you were elated for her. If anyone deserves all the happiness in the world, it’s her. You had met Mr. Kozume quite a few times and you have no qualms with the man. He treats your mother like a queen and even though you playfully gag as they sweet talk and kiss in front of you, you wholeheartedly approve of their relationship.

However, what you aren’t quite as prepared for is having a new step-sibling.

You don’t know much about Kenma Kozume. Well, not much more than the rest of the world does.

Professional gamer. Successful stock trader. Popular YouTuber. Founder of his own corporation.

You know exactly who your new brother is, but other than seeing him a few times in person at family gatherings and exchanging polite greetings, there’s no real connection. Which is why your heart races as you nervously ring his doorbell, anxiety already making your leg twitch as you wait for the door to open.

Your mother and step-father are on a couple’s vacation and won’t be returning for a few days.

(“We just want some romantic time together before we have a full house again for the holidays. Plus this is a great chance to get to know your older brother better!” You hadn’t even been able to get a word of protest in before she had laughed and hung up on you, leaving you speechless and on your own as you hesitantly texted Kenma, letting him know what day to expect you.)

Kenma is quiet as ever as he nods in greeting, silently leading you to your guest room before quietly telling you to make yourself at home and leaving to do his own thing. You let out a huge sigh of relief as the door closes behind him.

There’s nothing wrong with Kenma. He’s smart and successful. Maybe a bit on the quiet side, but that only adds to his down to earth charm. You know your mother and step-father adore him and you can’t blame them. Yet, you can’t help but feel scrutinized, seen so clearly in a way that terrifies you when his feline eyes gaze at you. It takes everything in you not to immediately scurry away whenever you’re in viewing distance of him, desperate to hide all the flaws you imagine he’s noticing and calculating. Your step-father had mentioned how Kenma used to be the strategist of his high school volleyball team, and has always been able to evaluate and accurately break down situations and people. And you believe it.

You’re just grateful the house is large enough to avoid each other and that Kenma tends to reside mostly in his home office and bedroom.

But even the founder of a company needs a break from time to time. Kenma shuffles towards the gaming room, only to blink in surprise when he sees you already inside of it, happily smiling as Animal Crossing visuals and sounds fill the space.

He had known you owned a Nintendo Switch, a piece of information your mom had shared to break the ice a bit. And it’s really no surprise that this is your go-to game. But knowing and seeing are two different things and he can’t help but let his own lips twitch upwards at how calm and relaxed you are tending to your garden, decorating your home, choosing your outfit.

Kenma’s never been good with people, has never been the one to initiate a friendship. He knows he should have made more of an effort to be friendly and welcoming to you as your new older brother. There’s a slight pang of regret in his chest when he sees how at ease you are while you’re unaware of his presence. His eyes are as sharp as ever and he locks in on the way your body slightly stiffens, fingers nervously fidgeting when you finally notice his figure in the doorway, words already stuttering an apology for using his game room without explicitly asking.

You look like a scared mouse about to flee from the claws of a cat. And it pisses him off.

He hasn’t made the best efforts to bridge the gap between you, but for you to fear him? That seems a tad unnecessary, and more than a tad insulting. It’s more than enough to make the sadistic streak in him want to give you something to be scared about.

But he’s never been impulsive and he just quietly sits beside you on the floor, reassuring you it’s fine to play, smirking when you sneak little side glances his way as you continue collecting fruits.

“Kozume, do you want to play-”

“Just call me Kenma.”

Entranced eyes watch as you grow flustered at his words, mouth silently testing the weight of his given name in your mouth. For once, Kenma could care less about playing video games when a shaky timid “Kenma” slips past your soft lips.

“Kenma, do you want to play something together?”

You have no idea how badly he really does want to play together, but it’s a game you’re not ready for. So he calls upon any restraint he has to pluck your device from your hands and change the game to Mario Kart.

It’s amusing how easily you soften besides him, brow furrowing in concentration, eyes intently and eagerly following the screen, any anxiousness quickly forgotten as you get into the game. He greedily watches as you pout when you make a mistake, as your eyes light up every time you pass someone.

If he had known how easy it would be to make you warm up to him, he’d have done this sooner and he genuinely laughs when you whine and fake glare at him as he wins yet another round.

He asks about school. You ask about work. He tells you about his childhood. You share your own stories.

It’s a comfortable rhythmic back and forth and he’s afraid of ruining it, but a certain question nags at his mind, a question he knows may ruin the entire flow of the conversation.

“You’ll be graduating soon. Have you decided what you want to do after college?”

“Kenma not you too!!!”

His shoulders relax at how well you react to the question, smiling at the way you flop onto your back and groan about how mom and dad are already on your case about future plans.

“I’ve been applying to places, but who knows. Maybe I’ll just work for you at Bouncing Ball.”

There’s a playful lilt in your voice when you say it, a giggle and teasing smile accompanying the words. But there’s nothing funny about it to Kenma and your smile falters a bit when you see how tightly Kenma’s gripping his controller, the way his eyes pin you down.

“Kenma? It’s just a joke. I would never take advantage of-”

You try to get up from your reclined position, only to whimper in confusion when Kenma’s hand on your shoulder forces you back down. And suddenly you’re pinned down by more than just his stare as he moves to straddle you, knees on either side of your body, hands next to your head, his whole body caging yours.

It’s a lighthearted joke in the family that if all else fails, you could always work at Bouncing Ball. A joke your step-father and mother always dish out when the arguments get too tense as the three of you talk about your future. But it’s become less in jest for Kenma, especially after Kuroo sent him a scandalous picture of his newest secretary kneeling between his long legs, lips wrapped around his cock.

It wasn’t the first picture, nor was it the last incriminating photo the older businessman had sent him. Kenma merely rolled his eyes before deleting the image from his phone, wondering when Kuroo would grow bored and find a new toy to play with. But he freezes when he sees the following text message from his long-time friend.

“You’re the CEO of a company, Kenma. Wouldn’t it be nice to have someone convenient around? A pretty warm body? I bet that cute new step sister of yours would look really good under your desk. Doesn’t she graduate from college soon? If you don’t make a move, maybe I’ll snatch her up right from under your nose. I’m due for a change of secretary soon.”

There’s absolutely no reason for the hot anger that lances through him at Kuroo’s taunting words and he grimaces at playing right into his ex-captain’s hands, already hearing Kuroo’s braying laughter in his head if the older man saw just how much his words affected him.

But initial irritation aside, he lets himself really think, really imagine what a life with you at his beck and call would be like. And he likes what he sees. He doesn’t delete Kuroo’s photos as quickly as he used to, replacing the female faces with yours in his imagination as his hands slip under the hem of his boxers.

He knows it’s a longshot, knows there’s a high chance you’ll continue your lives as is, never destined to exchange more than a few polite greetings at family outings. But now...now hearing you voice the idea out loud yourself, hearing the way his first name sounds from your lips…

Maybe it’s not the silly pipe dream he had believed it to be.

“I’m in need of an assistant if you really do want to work at Bouncing Ball, but you’d need to prove why it would be worth hiring you.”

He almost laughs at how you perk up despite the precarious position you’re in, almost ready to launch into an elevator pitch of your qualifications flat on your back underneath him. You’re quite the multitasker already and he groans at the thought of having you cockwarm him while he tests out a new video game, making you answer all his calls stuffed full of him and desperately trying to hide the lustful tremble in your voice.

But he’s not here to listen to your carefully crafted speech. (Guess you really were practicing for job interviews like you said you were. What a good girl.) And he firmly presses his lips against yours to silence you, taking his time to immerse himself in the way your mouths mold against each other.

Your taste, your smell, your warmth. It’s all intoxicating and he slips his tongue inside your parted lips, subtly rutting his groin against your body. He can feel your body jostle as you lift your arms and he waits for the weight of your arms to lovingly wrap around his neck, only to be shocked when you weakly press against his shoulders until he finally relents and pulls back just enough to look down at you in irritated confusion.

“We- we shouldn’t be doing this.”

It’s not the words that have him clenching his fists, not even the way your palms still timidly press against him in a laughably weak show of defense.

It’s the fear in your eyes, the way you look at him like he’s some monster. It's the way he can almost palpably feel and hear your desire to be anywhere other than here, with anyone other than him, wishing to put as much space between the two of you as possible.

It’s your rejection.

It hurts to know that he isn’t enough just as he is, that he needs to resort to less...savory and straightforward ways to entrap you. But he’s not Hinata or Kuroo. He doesn’t have an electrifying personality or roguishly handsome features and charm to woo you. He only has his cunning and sharp tongue.

And he fully intends on maximizing his gifts.

“Of course, you don’t have to. You can just keep on applying and getting rejected by every company you speak to, if they even bother meeting with you after seeing your pathetic resume. Average college. Average grades. Average major. Tell me, how many interviews have you actually been reached out to for?”

He’s going out on a bit of a limb, but his suspicions are right and he cruelly smirks at the way tears bubble in your eyes at his words, no comeback or denial rolling off the tip of your tongue. He had a feeling you were struggling from the bits and pieces he’s picked up as your parents quietly talk and fret over you actually being able to find a job after graduation.

“Our parents are too nice to say anything about it, but you know they’re disappointed in you, right? Have you noticed how they always avoid talking about how school is going or asking you about how job hunting is going? How they only ask me how work is going? It’s because they know you’re just a loser whose life is going to amount to nothing.”

“That’s not true! They love me-”

“I’m not saying they don’t love you, but doesn’t that make it even worse? Making your loving and caring parents worry and stress over you when they should be preparing for retirement, an easy life? Instead of letting them finally enjoy a carefree life, you’ll be their freeloader daughter who uses up all their remaining funds. Is that what you want?”

You really are too easy and his lips curl in satisfaction at the way you frantically shake your head side to side, fat wet drops streaming down your face, adorable sniffles filling the air.

“If you become my assistant, I’ll compensate you well. You can live here with me, have your own room, a roof over your head, all the food and clothing you need and want. Think about how relieved and happy our parents will be seeing you provided for, seeing us getting along. Isn’t that what you want? For them to be happy?”

He knows how close you are to your mom, how important this idea of a perfect family is to you. He knows how insecurity and doubt about your own capabilities torment you. And he knows you’re hooked on his claws when your hands that are still pressed against his shoulders drop limply besides you, not even a hint of resistance left in you when he leans down once more to rest his forehead on yours, one hand cupping the side of your face.

“This is all you’re good for anyway. Working underneath me.”

If you notice his pun, you don’t acknowledge it, too busy wincing and squirming as he harshly nips and bites a trail from your lips to your neck as he pushes up the hem of your shirt until your chest is on full display for him. There’s something experimental, cold, meticulous about the way he gropes and fondles your breasts.Your face heats in humiliation at how he treats you like one of the many game consoles he’s reviewed for his audience.

But you don’t do anything about it, telling yourself that this is just his version of an interview as he pinches and prods at you, meanly twisting your nipples and chuckling at your yelp of pain. You obediently let him spread your legs apart, only letting out an agonized cry as he tests your flexibility, staring at him with a trembling lower lip as he sharply tells you to shut up while scrutinizing your panty-covered sex.

“You really are made for this, aren’t you?”

You whimper as he nudges the small wet spot on the thin fabric, clenching your eyes shut in denial at how hot and wound up your body feels from his touch, unable to hide your gasp as he pulls the layer aside and rubs your aroused clit.

There’s something so different about the way his fingers slowly sink into your wet pussy, almost lazily curling against your soft walls, his thumb never stopping its careful massage on the bundle of nerves at the apex of your thighs. So different from your own fingers desperately thrusting in and out of you. So different from the drunk partners you’ve hooked up with at college and their sloppy, rapid, frantic movements.

You can feel something large, something intimidating slowly rising from deep inside of you, a volcano about to erupt compared to the bright and fast to fade shooting stars you’re used to. You’re scared. Scared of the intoxicating feeling, of how easy it is to grow accustomed to Kenma’s presence, of how his cat-like eyes are all you can see and think of.

How can something feel so wrong and so right at the same time?

That’s the last coherent thought you have before your world goes blank, pleasure rocking through you as you soak the carpet and your step-brother’s hand with your juices. You’re moaning as Kenma continues to rock his fingers in and out of you, fingertips insistently massaging your clit and g-spot as you ride out your orgasm, body trembling and convulsing.

But even when the tremors slow, when pleasure becomes something sharper, more overwhelming, he doesn’t stop. You wail, begging him to stop, to let you rest, slumping in relief when he finally drags his hands away from you, carelessly wiping the mess you’ve made of his hand on your skin, covering you in your own essence.

Your heavy eyelids threaten to flutter shut as you let exhaustion wash over you, already dreading having to get up and wash yourself. But you’re shocked back to reality as something hard begins to nudge at your still fluttering entrance.

“Kenma! No! Too much-”

You break off into a sob as surprisingly strong hands dig into your hips, holding you still as he pushes and pushes until he’s fully settled inside of you, balls resting against your ass.

You’re still so tight, your quivering walls clamping around the intrusion, and he groans at the thought of being able to sink into this hole every day, multiple times, whenever he wants. His cock is already aching from holding off for so long, from watching your body and face contorted in pleasure. Kenma can feel his end quickly approaching as you scream and wail underneath him, eyes rolling back in your head, drool trickling from the corner of your mouth. You look absolutely obscene and he doesn’t think he’ll ever get enough of this side of you.

But despite the way his balls are tightening, despite the stutter in his hips, he’s determined to watch you fall apart once more, to see you shatter to pieces yet again. He grits his teeth, fingers reaching down to furiously rub at your already oversensitized clit, reveling in how your back arches, thighs shaking in overstimulation, and then you snap.

He wonders what his parents would think of their dear dumb daughter now, looking nothing like their silly angel, looking like a wanton used whore, incoherent garbled noises slipping past your lips as you twitch uncontrollably, your pussy milking him dry as he cums inside of you.

There’s only silence mixed with your pitiful whimpers as he slides out of you, grimacing at the sticky mess you’ve made of yourself and him. But that’s what your other hole is for and he orders you to suck him clean, admiring what a quick learner you are, eager to please as you noisily slurp and lick him clean, moaning at the taste of your combined fluids...

Maybe too eager and he shoves you off of him when you become too enthusiastic, his cock beginning to twitch in interest once more.

You look so lost, still sprawled out on the ground, staring up at him with wide imploring eyes as he pulls up his pants. So vulnerable and in need of guidance.

Good thing you have such a great boss to manage you.

“Not bad. Consider these next few days your internship and if all goes well, I’ll be more than happy to hire you as Bouncing Ball’s newest employee this summer. Now clean up this room and show me that my future assistant can do more than just be a slut.”

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