#took me fucking forever to finally finish this l m a o

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once again i was inspired by @bananadumbledore

#metal gear series #metal gear solid #kazuhira miller #took me fucking forever to finally finish this l m a o #had the sketch just sitting around and id remember every once in awhile #but just didn't have the drive cuz i was being too ambitious #and then i remembered #it’s a fucking MEME #my memes

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♡—DREAM was active on Dream__Fanart! He liked:

drew drork drity 🗽

a lil guy :] finished comm for @.bambambami_!!! 💜

supportive besties fr fr

im gonna have a Panic Attack (if it’s not released asap)🙏

Droncert 🔛🔝🔥

he’s a superstar.

Go little rockstar ✨

’until i end up dead im gonna be just fine

dream, i’m asking respectfully, please do the pose during another droncert 🙏

He deserves all the flowers in the world

Redraw of my first dranart from 2021 :D

Made for the spotlight 🌟

My head goes numb and my heart beats fast when it feels like that panic attack

NYC droncert doodles!!

him✨

I was bored in class

drashington drec

for the dreamers

*play Mission Impossible music*

every droncert

Absolutely killing it in DC ‼️

“You’re a Superstar in my mind!” 🌟🎤

blobs :0

he got ALL the flowers 🌹 >:D

DC droncert‼️ :3

finally he got the flowers he deserves :’)) 🌹

dream nyc concert doodles…… wowie !

effort is all that matters😍💓

G-L-A-M-O-R-O-U-S

All of them 🔥🔥

the droncert glasses could go CRAZY

Bro starts playing rock paper scissors

brightest star :^)

i’m very original (this took me forever for literally no fucking reason)

like an athlete in his prime 🤩

he's a star your honor

hear me out 🫣

tonight I’m making deals with the devil

study of The Guy

A Hunter 🌿

Kind giant getting defended by angry gremlin 👹

I can't breathe when you're not there 💜

he is the star, the spotlight in the show

and on the seventh day, zero fucks were given

bro looks good in the spotlight

he was born for the stage 🔥‼️

Our superstar!

In an alternate universe !

Greek god on the spot

heart beat flutter

doodle :)

a little warm up before the big concert 😔🫶

I made a banner for @.dreamsecretclub:) 🌟get your ticket to the exclusive club ✨🌱🤫

how do u say "slayed" in drlanguage?

I wanna put you in the spotlight :)))

happy first droncert day ‼️‼️

IN LA, CHILLING WITH YOUR BAE!🤘😎😎😎🤘

his silhouette 😵‍💫

I love this trend

U know the drill

(meep

Look in your eyes like Woahhhh 😦✨

Dream has 2 cats

fine 🙄 look! he's all better now

dream team forever 🥹🩷

Déjame que te llame, mi vida, la consentida Felices fiestas patrias!!🇨🇱

button up on stage when

？

in other news here i am cutting out stickers once again

one step at a time <3

Everyone say thank u to his barber

✨Dream✨

Testing out some new brushes (WIP)

i’ll be your number one fan

#dt.update #dranart #dreamwastaken

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love thy neighbor | kun (m)

title: love thy neighbor pairing: kun x black reader genre: fluff, smut, neighbors to lovers request: “Hello again Rain! I hope you're doing well and I'm happy to see you're open for requests again. Your writing in general is a treat to look forward to. An idea for a fic I'd like to suggest is wayv kun/black oc where they're neighbors that secretly pine for another and do feel free get very nsfw lmao. TY!” word count: 5.7k warnings: alcohol use, protected sex, dirty talk, dry humping, riding a/n: i used a prompt from this list of ideas to help me create this fic.

i’m sorry, this fic could’ve theoretically been finished long ago but took me 3893 years because kun intimidates me (and i don’t know why) and that makes it hard to write for him l m f a o chile anyway...

--

Your neighbor might actually kill you one day—but only in the figurative sense.

Kun is too beautiful and kind for your sanity; he’s like one of those men out of a romantic novel who simply should not exist. In other words, the ideal guy. One who helps all the little old ladies in the building take their groceries up to their apartments, one who feeds all the stray cats that hang around the complex, one who helps new tenants move their things in without even being asked.

Your roommate Charlotte would probably be totally smitten over him just like you if she did not already have her own happy relationship with her girlfriend. But since she does, she has decided to spend her time instead teasing you about your crush on him and trying to persuade you into getting tangled up in a matchmaking mess.

“I’m sure he already has a girlfriend, I don’t know, trying to shoot my shot seems ridiculous,” you say to her, worrying the edge of your blanket in your hands. You toss and turn on the couch, flipping onto your stomach and sighing before shuffling onto your back again. “People like that can never stay single for long. Right? They get snapped up quick.”

“You’d know if you simply asked,” Charlotte points out. “Staring holes into his head won’t help you find out more about him.”

“I guess you’re right,” you say, your fingers stumbling over the blanket as it momentarily slips from your hands. Still, the idea of asking him if he’s dating anyone, whether discreetly or more openly, makes you nervous. You’ve talked to Kun several times before, even hung out with him at those friendly get-togethers your apartment building always holds to get the residents mingling, but you’re still anxious around him. It makes you feel silly, like you’re back in high school; but you aren’t quite sure what to do with those emotions or how to form them into something coherent. “Easy to say all that when you already have the person you want, though.”

“Oh, girl. Love is not easy, but that’s why you have to fucking work for it. AKA, go for what—or who—the hell you want and stop pining over him like some lost Juliet on our couch. It’s better than watching you flop around like a dying fish.”

You stand up from the couch abruptly, leaving your blanket to the side and glaring at her. “You don’t get it, ugh.”

“I get it! But you refuse to let me help—”

“Yes, because if I did, you’d say something completely ridiculous and tell him I’m madly in love with him or something.” You head to the bathroom to check yourself in the mirror.

Charlotte throws her hands up in surrender. “Hey, maybe. But that wouldn’t be a lie.”

“Really? I don’t think—”

“I think so. The way you talk about this guy, it’s definitely sounding a little like love to me.”

Once you’re satisfied, you come back in the main room and grab your keys, wanting to end this conversation before Charlotte sets a world record for how many times she can make you feel embarrassed. “Whatever you say. I’m gonna go to the corner store, so...speak now if you need something or forever hold your peace.”

“You can’t run from it,” Charlotte sing-songs, going back to reading her magazine. “And no, I don’t need anything.”

Once you get out your front door, it’s just your luck when you see Kun’s door is also open. You are not dressed for running into him, of all people; your “corner store” clothes being just a T-shirt, leggings, and slides. You freeze in place and momentarily think about unlocking your door and bolting back inside, which you realize is utterly ridiculous. By then, it’s too late; he’s already coming out his door and closing it behind him. 

He perks up when he sees you outside, smiling at you with those deep dimples that make your insides melt. “Hey Y/N, good to see you.”

“Kun! Uh—great to see you too.”

“Are you going out somewhere?” he asks. Inwardly, he feels a bit silly for asking because you clearly are, keys in hand and everything.

“Yeah, just to the store to get a few things.” You wave your hand, and you almost have the urge to lean on your doorframe to appear more calm and collected than you are. Which could potentially end up looking sillier than you intended. “How about you?”

“Going to see a friend,” he answers, and he brushes his hand through his hair in a way that’s completely casual but somehow modelesque at the same time. This is unbelievable, you think to yourself. “We haven’t met up in a while, so…”

“Oh yeah, it’s always nice to go out with old friends,” you say, smiling at the thought of it. Kun nods his agreement, and then has an abrupt, wild idea to ask if you’d like to go out somewhere sometime. Too busy warring with himself over whether he should take the dive, he doesn’t notice you heading towards the stairs already. “I hope you two have a good time!”

“Oh—thanks. Hope you enjoy your trip.” He chuckles, following you down the steps to get to his car. Well, that moment has passed. Sure, he could probably still ask you now if he was bold enough about it, but it feels too awkward to randomly ask someone out in the middle of a stairwell.

You wave bye to him once you both get in the parking lot. He watches you walk to your car with a wistful smile on his face. He wants to say more to you, but the timing isn’t right and it’s best not to hold you up right now. Plus, Hendery’s probably already waiting for him.

It would’ve provided you with a lot of relief if you knew Kun was facing a similar dilemma to you. He’d never had much problem talking to women he liked in the past, but something about you made him feel clumsy and hesitant. But just like with your inability to move forward, there’s no way for you to know his feelings without him saying anything about it—which he has been hesitating over for the longest. 

Maybe he was also still cowering from the embarrassment of the time he’d tried to show you a magic trick that didn’t quite work out, but it was a convenient excuse. At least for him, anyway.

One day he’d get the courage to tell you how he felt, but he didn’t think today was that day.

–

Some strong shots and a few hours at the club was exactly what you needed to unravel your nerves after a long week. You and a few others from your work had decided to go out that Saturday night as a group effort to unwind from dealing with your overbearing boss. “Just a couple shots” eventually turned into more than that, though, but you weren’t complaining. As long as it gave you the opportunity to discard all your issues for a while, you didn’t mind losing yourself a little.

However, your night of fun quickly dissolves into frustration when you realize you’ve lost your keys and have no way to get back into your apartment. You’re not even sure where they might’ve disappeared—in the club, or in the rideshare back to your apartment?

Charlotte is out of the city for the week visiting her long-distance girlfriend, so there’s no way you’re getting back in your apartment tonight. The main office won’t be open at this hour, either; it’s the weekend, and nobody will be there regardless until Monday. And you’re definitely not drunk enough or desperate enough to try to bust the door down.

Though it pains you to do so, you knock on Kun’s door, your head throbbing and dizzy. You feel bad about this. He won’t even be awake at this hour and might not answer, but you don’t know what other options you have. You aren’t familiar enough with your other neighbors to ask this of them. Especially not the old lady living on the other side of you who has a perpetually judgmental aura towards everyone in the apartment building. The only person she seems marginally approving of is none other than the man himself—Qian Kun.

It takes a good minute or two, but you hear the latch unlock, and Kun is suddenly standing in front of you, a look of concern on his sleepy face. He is adorable like this, in his pajamas and his hair mussed and his eyes foggy with sleep. He’s so cute it makes you want to cry—and so you do. 

But your tears are mostly because you’re very tipsy and tired and currently locked out of your very comfortable apartment.

This awakens Kun immediately. “Y/N? What’s wrong?” He gently pulls you into his apartment, his tone quiet but panicked as you put your face in your hands and cry. You just shake your head for a few moments, crying too much to say anything to him. When you don’t reply, he doesn't try to press you for answers; he just puts his arms around you, a bit carefully as if you’re made of some easily breakable material, and lets you wet his T-shirt with your tears.

Finally, when you’ve collected yourself some, you abruptly feel foolish for crying over something like this. He probably thinks someone’s died, and you’ve gotten him all worked up for practically nothing. “I-I’m locked out,” you sigh heavily, and he has enough politeness not to outwardly react to your alcohol breath with your close proximity. “And my roommate is gone…forever.”

His eyebrows lift. “Forever?”

“The whole week, Kun...but it feels like...f-forever.”

“Ah...I see. Is that why you were crying?”

You put your head back in your hands. “Just kill me.”

“Don’t feel bad about it,” Kun says, and there is a tiny lift to his mouth like he wants to smile at your dramatics. “It’s fine. You can stay here tonight.”

“Kun, thank you.” You’re still loosely embracing each other, and you squeeze your arms more tightly around him. Maybe it’s just a reason to rest your head on his chest again and hear his heart beating strong against your cheek, but you wouldn’t admit that. Wait, why is his heart beating so fast? “Thank youuu, I love you so much, this means the world to me.”

Kun’s mind catches on the words I love you so much, and he knows you’re just drunk and need to sleep it off and aren’t really thinking about what you’re saying, but he cannot help lingering there for a moment. He’s glad the front room is still dim from the single lamp he turned on, otherwise you might notice the flush growing on his cheeks. “I...it’s no problem. We should get you comfortable, then.”

As it turns out, get you comfortable means he lets you sleep in his bed while he takes the couch. In another context you’d protest, not wanting to kick him out of his own space, but you are simply too smashed to think about it. You’re seconds away from falling asleep where you stand now that the adrenaline of discovering you’re locked out has worn off. Kun has the idea to make you drink some ice cold water, though, which wakes you up enough to take a proper shower.

By the time you get out of the shower and are wearing his clothes—his clothes—you are feeling a little more sober. You also feel like you’re going to have another small meltdown over all this. “This” being: wearing Kun’s clothes and standing in his bedroom, which is decorated with all his interests and treasured belongings. There’s a small studio setup in one corner, which interests you, but you don’t investigate it any further.

Now you have another little problem, though; what are you gonna do about the pillows? You don’t have anything to cover your hair with, with all your scarves and bonnets in your own apartment. One night of sleeping on a cotton pillow wouldn’t kill you, but that doesn’t make it any less distasteful to think about.

Kun comes into the bedroom to check on you and sees you puzzling around, sitting on the bed and looking awkward. “What’s the matter?”

“Oh. It’s nothing really,” you rush out, unsure if you should tell him about a problem he likely won’t even understand. It must be at least 4:00 a.m. by now, meaning you both desperately need to get some sleep.

“You can tell me, I won’t bite.”

I wouldn’t mind if you did pops into your head, but you immediately try to ignore that thought and are silently grateful that you do not blush visibly.

“Uh, my hair.”

“Your hair?”

“Okay, I need to cover it at night so it won’t get all broken off or anything—sleeping on cotton does wonders for destroying moisture—but I don’t have anything here to use. I mean—it’s...not a huge deal though, I can deal with it for a night?” You’re rambling now. Kun just nods, taking in all this information like he’s listening to something very important and very interesting.

“So then, what would you do to stop that?”

“Wear a scarf, or a bonnet, or using a silk pillowcase works, too. But you probably don’t have any of that stuff, you don’t have to bother with it—”

“Well, let me see.” Kun disappears into his closet and you pause, wondering for a moment if he actually does have a bonnet or something in there. Which would probably be a little hilarious to you.

He comes back out with not a bonnet of a scarf or even a pillowcase, but one of his own shirts. It’s just the right material though, being a pretty purple silk.

“Oh—Kun.” At this point, there are several emotions all trying to come to the forefront, though you have no clue which one to settle on. “Your shirt? You really don’t have to. I could…”

“It’s just a shirt, Y/N. There are a lot more where that comes from...I don’t mind.” He chuckles.

You sigh bashfully but take the shirt from him. “Thank you, it’s really thoughtful of you.” You cover the pillow with his shirt, and it works perfectly.

“Anyway, if you need anything else, just tell me,” he says, lingering by the door.

“I will...thank you,” you say, your voice quiet as you give him a nervous smile. Only when he shuts the door and his footsteps fade away do you allow yourself to bunch the comforter in your fists and scream into it. Everything in here smells just like him, which is probably more than enough to fuel all of your Qian Kun-related daydreams for the next 8 months.

It doesn’t take long for you to drift off when you finally do lie down, and your mind is blissfully empty of anything throughout the night.

--

The next day takes a bit of settling into. You’re momentarily alarmed when you wake up faced with a strange room until you remember last night’s events and recall where you are. There is also the smell of food, good food, which is also sadly unfamiliar to you. Charlotte can’t cook to save either of your lives, so you know you’d never be waking up to the smell of a professional chef-approved breakfast if you were still in your apartment with her.

Walking out of Kun’s room, you see that he’s in the kitchen, halfway finished with cooking breakfast for the both of you. It’s more like brunch at this hour, but what does that matter.

You linger at the doorway for a moment, allowing yourself to imagine that this is what things would be like if you were dating. Getting this view everyday? Life cannot be this unfair.

Maybe not too much, though, since you are standing in his kitchen.

“Oh, good morning,” he greets you, breaking your reverie. “Did you sleep well?”

“Good morning. I slept great. Thanks again for, you know, the shirt, haha…”

He grins, and his dimples come out. “Sure thing. Go ahead and sit! Breakfast will be ready soon.”

It’s the best breakfast you’ve eaten since living with Charlotte; maybe some of the best food you’ve ever had. “I had no idea you could cook this well,” you say. “I mean. I guess I wouldn’t since I haven’t—you know, uh—eaten here before, but—it’s great.” It’s just your luck that your thoughts come out in this fumbling mini-rant, but Kun only laughs good-naturedly.

“Thank you, I’m truly glad you like it.”

You both continue eating breakfast while making light conversation. This just might be the longest conversation you’ve had with each other, and that knowledge seems surreal. You’re almost a little glad you lost your key. Almost.

“So...today is Sunday. And the leasing office still won’t be open until Monday.” Kun says this over the remnants of breakfast. He speaks in a measured tone, like he’s trying to ensure he says the right thing. Whatever that could possibly be. “And you told me your roommate won’t be back until Monday.”

To your credit, you hadn’t exactly accounted for this when you first came over to his place in your distressed state. That means another night spent in his apartment though, which becomes very obvious to you now. “Ah. Sorry, am I imposing?”

“What—no, I-I just wanted to make sure you knew you can stay here tonight, or—however long you need.”

Relief floods through you, and you briefly wonder why you even worried about it; as far as you know, he’s not the kind of person to just kick someone out. “Ohh, of course—that’s good to know. Thank you for all this!”

“You’re welcome.” You miss the smile he gives to your response as you’re busy drinking your juice, but it’s one filled with a certain affection.

--

It feels a bit awkward to just sit around in his apartment all day, with nothing to do and all your belongings still locked out of your reach in your own place, so Kun shows you the studio in the corner of his room. He’d talked about being into music before, but you’d never heard anything of his until now.

When he plays the keyboard for you, it’s to the tune of a beautiful self-composed song. You almost pinch yourself to remind yourself this isn’t a hallucination or a fever dream. A man this appealing really exists, and you’ve stayed the night in his apartment and eaten his breakfast. You give a small round of applause when he finishes.

“Wouldn’t it be cool if you became a famous singer or something? I’d come to all your concerts,” you say lightly, kicking your legs on the edge of his bed.

“All? Really, all?” He laughs.

“Yes, all. A voice and talent like that deserves all the attention.” You lean back on his bed, stretching your legs out. “But all your venues would probably be sold out. Hopefully you’d remember me from your lil’ ole apartment building. I’m sure you’d be living in a penthouse by then.”

Kun smiles bashfully at your compliments, waving his hands as if it’s too much. “Thank you. But I don’t think I could ever forget you.” His voice grows a bit softer. His expression is more genuine than you expect for a conversation that was so playful only seconds ago, and you find it hard to hold eye contact all of a sudden.

It is your turn to be bashful, and you shrug in an effort to seem natural. “Well, I’m flattered.” Despite your unaffected demeanor, you don’t think those words will leave your mind for a good while, even if you wonder about the meaning of them. 

--

Later that evening, Kun makes dinner and you watch TV together, flipping to whatever channels have dramas or movies playing.

You two eventually fall into another conversation when you can’t find anything good to watch—one that does not make you overly nervous for once. During a lull in the talking, that big question pops up into your mind, and you wince internally at how Charlotte would’ve already told you to make a move. You aren't sure how to do that without making him uncomfortable or seeming too sudden, but you decide to make an attempt.

You edge into it with, “So, um, your place looks pretty nice for one guy. It’s just you here, right?”

“Ah yeah, just me. Thanks, I do try my best.”

“Haha, I’m used to my guy friends all having super messy apartments until they get a girlfriend and she teaches them how to clean a stove for the first time…”

“Oh really? That’s a bit sad for them, isn’t it?” He chuckles. “I’m not dating anyone right now, so it’s all me.”

Just the information you were looking for. You try not to show your elation. “Why not?” you blurt out. Then you cringe because this might sound too invasive or even judgmental, but Kun only grins. “It’s just, it’s a little surprising. You’re such a generous person. You seem to care about everyone, even those poor stray kitties that stay outside the apartments all the time.”

He smiles timidly in response to receiving more of your compliments. “I guess it seems curious when you put it like that.” Just like when you’d drunkenly said I love you so much, there’s suddenly heat on the back of his neck that he hopes won’t turn into another blush that’ll expose him. “I don’t really know, I haven’t thought much about it; life’s weird like that.” He isn’t really sure how to answer that question in a way that won’t be too big of a hint that he’s interested in you, though he’s also not entirely sure why he’s still trying to hide it. Wouldn’t now be the perfect opportunity? When will you two have this much time together again? Still, you staying in his apartment for two days doesn’t mean you like him, and maybe he’s jumping the gun.

“That’s true. Guess that’s the same reason why I’ve been alone for a while now.” You shake your head.

“You?” Kun is equally surprised to know this about you.

You laugh incredulously. “Does that shock you or something?”

“I...well.” He rubs the back of his neck as he searches for the words. “I just thought...you’re very pretty, and you’re always really kind when we speak, so...”

“Oh?” Your face heats up at that.

“Yeah, I…think anyone would be lucky to be with you.”

“Oh.” Your body’s first instinct is to freeze with nervousness, but you know Charlotte would be kicking your ass in gear right now if she were somehow here. So, you decide to stop stressing about it and just do it. “Well...wouldn’t it be nice if we both had a way to fix our problems at the same time?”

Kun pauses for a moment before replying. “What do you suggest?” He knows what you are proposing—you can see in his eyes and his slight grin and his posture that he knows—but maybe he wants to hear you say it out loud.

“Hm, well…I don’t know, what do you think?” You lean a bit closer to him, raising your eyebrows and trying your best to look innocent and unassuming. His smile turns into something different with your increased proximity. Something a little more sly.

Mirroring your actions, he inches nearer to you until there’s little space left between. “Well, I think…” Kun tentatively closes the remaining gap between the two of you, the rest of his sentence left to linger as his soft lips envelop yours.

Maybe it’s corny to say it, but it definitely feels like one of those fairytale kisses with the fireworks going off and streamers popping; even though you’re sitting on his couch wearing his pajamas, some movie in the background you’ve long forgotten the plot of, empty dinner plates sitting on the coffee table in front of you.

You aren’t sure how you end up in his lap—who made the first move? Was it his hand on your back or your hands on his shoulders? You straddle him on the couch, your arms slipping around his shoulders and his hands on your back but assuredly traveling farther down your body.

Kun’s hands come to rest on your thighs, pulling the fabric of his shorts up a few inches higher. “I never thought I’d see you wearing my clothes,” he says lowly, grinning against your mouth.

“I also never thought I’d be sitting in your lap like this, but maybe sometimes dreams do come true,” you say jokingly, your lips rubbing against his skin as you slowly kiss his jaw.

You can’t see his expression, but his eyebrows shoot up at that. “Dreams, huh? You think about me often?” His voice pitches lower when he asks this, aroused by the thought of you imagining anything quite so lewd about him. You’ve definitely incriminated yourself now and won’t be able to wiggle out of it without an answer.

“...Maybe.”

“What do you think about me?” Kun grips your hips, which quickly turns into him grabbing your ass—tentatively at first to test the waters, and then firmly enough to grind you against his hardening cock. Sensing him solid and warm underneath you sends a shockwave down your spine, and the sensation heightens when his voice caresses your ear, all low and tense with arousal. “It’s just the two of us here. No one else has to know.”

“I think about your...lips. How you might kiss me. Or what you might say to me. And...your hands.” You pause there, a quiet breath whispering past your lips. “You have really big hands, you know.”

“My hands…” Kun places one on your chest, spreading his fingers across and touching your collarbone. The heel of his palm glides on the top of your breast, and just that touch is enough to get you more worked up. “Hmm. Actually, I’ll admit I’m pretty good with my hands.” He smirks, and he’s possibly the finest thing you’ve ever seen. “What else, Y/N?”

“I thought about how you’d touch me.” His hand slides between your breasts now, down your sternum, and to your stomach. “Maybe I’d invite you into my apartment when Charlotte wasn’t there. We’d watch some stupid movie and pretend to be into it, but we’re really just thinking about each other. You’d eventually end up slipping your hand up my skirt...and making me cum all over your fingers.”

You aren’t sure how you’re saying all this to Kun right now, the dude you have a major crush on, without bursting into flames.

His shaft rubbing against your clit even through your layers of clothes makes you sigh dreamily, pressing your forehead to his and gripping at his shoulders and biceps. His bangs are soft against your forehead, and your breath stutters when he moves to kiss the side of your neck. He has to know how hard your heart is beating right now.

“And then what?” His voice is barely a whisper, then.

“And then you’d fuck me, of course.” There’s a slight laugh in your voice at the ticklish feeling of his lips kissing your skin.

“And then I’d fuck you...hm,” he echoes. “Sure, I can do that.”

The promise of it entices you, and more heat pools between your legs, amplified by the fabric rubbing against your sensitive parts. His hand that’s still on your stomach travels under your shirt then, and your hips falter in your rhythm against him when his fingers brush across your nipple. He brings his lips to your other breast, lapping his tongue against your nipple over the fabric.

You soon come like this, his shaft grinding against your clit and his clothes rubbing against your skin, his hands on your ass and his lips traveling across your breasts. The orgasm is sudden and surprises you, but it’s good, and you convulse as the waves of pleasure course through you. You weaken and slump against him, with him still teasing your breasts with his mouth and hands. Pushing your face into his hair, you moan into the black strands until the quivering stops.

You’re breathless when you speak again. “You haven’t come yet.”

“I’d rather do that when I’m inside you,” he replies. You giggle quietly.

“...What are you waiting for, then?”

“Hold on.” Kun carefully maneuvers you off his lap, and you already want to complain at the lack of his touch. “I have to get a condom.”

“Hurry, or you’ll miss all the fun,” you say as you pull your shirt off with your back to him. You look back over your shoulder at him and grin mischievously.

“You’re such a tease…”

Kun goes into his room to fetch a condom, and when he returns he’s already pulling his shirt off, leaving it on the floor somewhere. You’re fully naked now, your legs pulled up to your chest and your chin resting on your knees as you sit on the couch. Kun’s eyes drop between your legs, your inner thighs still glistening from your previous orgasm, and he swipes his tongue across his lips at the sight of you, wet and ready for him.

Likewise, your eyes drop to the dark trail of hair leading into his pants and his bulge just below it, the way his sweatpants cling to his length, and your pussy throbs with the desire to be filled.

“Please, hurry.”

Kun doesn’t waste any time in getting the rest of his clothes off, shoving his pants and underwear done in one swift move and rolling the condom over his shaft. He climbs onto the couch, grabbing your legs and guiding them around his waist, and you giggle at his eager but gentle touch as you recline on the couch pillows behind you.

He grabs his dick and lines it up with you, then pushes it in slowly at first. The stretch makes your toes curl, but it is a good kind of stretch, the kind that fills you to the brim. Like the missing element you needed.

“Are you okay?” he asks, his voice husky from the pleasure.

“Fuck, please,” is your answer as you shift your hips and try to get him all the way inside quicker. Noticing your urgency, he slides the rest of the way in until your hips are flush against each other and starts thrusting into you. His length dragging across your walls feels much better than you could’ve imagined on any given night, and you clasp your legs tighter around him to get ever closer.

After a point, he pushes your legs up with his hands behind your knees so he can get a deeper angle, and you both moan at the difference in sensation and how much tighter you get around him.

There is no ignoring the messy wet noises of your bodies colliding due to the slickness of your previous orgasm and the new wetness he’s continually fucking out of you. Each thrust reaches deep inside you, deep enough to make you nearly sob, your hands fumbling over your breasts and your clit all the while.

“Kun, god yes please,” you whimper, rocking your hips into the rhythm of his own. You fucking him back makes him groan deeply, his bangs hanging off his forehead as he dips his head to watch himself slide in and out of you. You could not control the urge or the motion of your body even if you wanted to; you want all of him, as close as he can get.

“I don’t want this to end,” he moans, and he pulls out without a warning. You gasp at the sudden emptiness, and your discontent comes out in a full whine. You’d be more embarrassed about it if you weren’t currently consumed with desire, but you presently do not care.

Kun sits back on the couch and pulls you on top of him again. “Ride me,” he says. So you grasp the base of his cock, him grunting as you do, and you press the tip against your entrance before pushing it in. He watches himself slip inside of you while fully enraptured, one hand tight on your hip.

Once you are full with him again, you experimentally grind against him to see how it’ll feel in this new position, and your arms tremble as his pelvis stimulates your clit.

“Go ahead,” he whispers, grasping the nape of your neck and kissing you hard once more, “fuck yourself on me.”

So you keep grinding your clit on him like that, your limbs shaking from the stimulation and your walls fluttering around his cock. You can barely catch a complete breath from him kissing you hard enough to make your lips swell, and your head is so fogged with lust that all you can concentrate on is getting yourself off just like he told you to do.

“Kun…” You roll your head onto his shoulder, pressing your forehead into his skin, your body tiring as you get closer to reaching that high. You’re so close to coming, but you’re not sure if you have enough strength left to get there on your own. Kun notices the state you’re in and grasps your hips to pull them into his, effortlessly sliding himself into you while making sure your clit gets stimulated at the same time.

The new friction of his dick rubbing against your g-spot in this position is enough to have you finally coming and crying out against his neck.

You continue babbling nonsense against his neck as he keeps fucking you, searching for his own end. His hands are hot on your body as he moves you up and down his length.

His climax comes soon after yours, his dick pulsing and his pace slowing. Your back arches at the sensation of him throbbing inside you and releasing his cum into the condom. The way he groans in your ear has your stomach clenching.

For a few minutes after, you both sit quietly and do nothing but cling to one another as you come down from the pleasure.

“So, does this mean we’re together now…?” Kun asks hopefully, running his hands over your back as you lie against him.

You smile against his skin. “Obviously. But if you still want to convince me, we can go a couple more rounds…”

#kun smut #kun fic #kun scenarios #kun imagines #nct fic #nct smut #nct imagines #nct scenarios #wayv fic #wayv scenarios #wayv smut #wayv imagines #ambw scenarios #kpop ambw #ambw fic #ambw smut #ambw imagines #qian kun

[goldentsum]

act 1 ; abt ur idol reader one, imagine any of those boi who you mention on your vlive and they go to your fansign with a backstage pass. you look at him and he was like "h-hi you once m-mention me on y-y-your vlive" stuttering and blushing mess („ᵕᴗᵕ„) and you was like "eh? oHHh that's you? well you look hot tho" cue to eyesmile and maybe that person almost black out ( ˘͈ ᵕ ˘͈♡)

━ matsukawa and idol! s/o

𝔴𝔞𝔯𝔫𝔦𝔫𝔤: suggestive themes, smut-ish, daddy kink

matsukawa remembers the first time he finally saw you in person in one of your group’s fansign in japan. best believe that he used all his connections to get that ticket and he got a backstage pass to have a polaroid picture with you. when he finally saw you in that tight dress, showing off your assets so perfectly, he thought he died and went to heaven. 

when it was his turn to have a one-on-one with you to have a short conversation and to have his album signed, he was practically shaking. you’re just so pretty and so perfect and he loves you so much. 

you turned to him with a large smile when he got in front of you, a red blush on his face as he handed you his album while his hands shook a bit. your smile then turned into worry when you saw his shaking hands and quickly took his in your hands. matsukawa looked at you with wide eyes and the blush on his face worsened.

“are you okay?” you asked him with a soft voice. the tall man shook his head and stuttered out a small response, “i-i’m okay. i’m just really happy to see you” 

you bit your lips at his words and a wide grin rested on your pretty face, your hands squeezed his larger ones, “i’m really happy to see you too” 

he returned your squeeze as he couldn’t say anything at that and you turned to the album in front of you and sighed while still holding one of his hands in yours.

“your name is matsukawa issei?” you questioned, looking up at him through your long lashes. issei gulped at your gaze and nodded while you stifled a small smirk.

there was silence for a bit and when you finished, you looked at him and said, “you draw really beautifully, issei. you’re very creative” 

matsukawa short-circuited and stared at you with shocked and horrified eyes but you only smirked up at him. the managers behind you ushered him to go back to his seat because you were the last member on the line as you let go of his once again shaking hands.

he grabbed the album and went to his seat, making way to the next fan as you quickly changed your mischievous smirk to a soft angelic smile. when he got to his seat, he breathed out a shaky sigh and opened the album and saw what you wrote. 

the black haired male gaped at what you wrote. 

(l/n) (y/n)

xxx-xxxxxx

you’re rather handsome, mr. artist. call me~ <3

his shocked black eyes went back to you who’s talking to a fan with a wide smile and giggling so prettily. 

issei reminisced the past where he finally saw you and the present was not what he actually expected after giving you a call. he leaned against the bedpost, pillows on his lower back as he listened to the bathroom door of the hotel open. you then came in, wearing a cute lingerie and a hand on your soft long hair as you climb on the bed and on top of matsukawa. 

the male smiled at you, holding your hips to steady you while you sat on his lap and wrapped your arms loosely around his neck. 

“whatcha thinking bout, issei?” you asked quietly, looking down at him. he stared at you, his hands on your waist caressed your soft skin as he pressed his lips on your neck. trailing wet kisses down your throat and on your jaw while his hands continued to massage your hips then it trailed down your ass as he gripped them, pulling you closer to him. 

“you, baby~” he muttered against your skin and continued his actions. you closed your eyes at the feeling of his lips on your sensitive neck and ground on his semi hard-on a bit, hands going to his wavy hair and entangling your fingers through it.

“issei, fuck--... you feel good” you whispered, your hips moving in a steady pace and thrusting your clothed pussy on his boxers, the friction enough to make you wet. matsukawa’s tongue soothed the reddening skin after he bit the soft skin on your neck. you gasped at the pain and pleasure from the bite. 

“issei, i told you! no marks” you whined, pouting at him when you leaned away but not entirely pulling away, your arms still around his neck. his eyes met yours and he smirked softly as he pulled you into a searing kiss. 

“sorry, baby girl. you’re too irresistible, i can’t help it” he said against your lips before pulling you into another kiss, more intense than the first one. his tongue entering your mouth as he coaxed yours into a sweet dance. one of the male’s hands went to your pretty hair, his fingers entangling with your soft locks while his mouth worked against yours. 

you moaned when matsukawa started grinding back, his hand on your ass to guide you to his liking. his clothed cock sending pleasurable shivers along your spine as it rubbed against your covered clit. 

“daddy-” issei growled against your lips when your soft desperate voice called out. 

“fuck... don’t worry, daddy’s gonna take care of you, babygirl~” 

[hoonie’s note]: we need more mattsun content so this happened! this wasn’t even supposed to be a thirst but hey i did it~ soooo-- yeah. i hope you like it huehue <3 daddy! issei will forever be in my heart-

: back to thirst masterlist?

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[eideticmemory]

EVER SINCE NEW YORK VI | MATTHEW GRAY GUBLER

Description: I was messaged saying: “If you don’t write a young Matthew enemies to lovers fic featuring an obsession with sucking on boobs then what’s the point 😔.” So, here it is, folks! The ultimate College!Matthew fic.

PART 6! Read Part 5 here!

SOUNDTRACK:

Miss you - The Rolling Stones.

Like Real People Do - Hozier.

Sweet Creature - Harry Styles.

Word Count: 4,619.

Rating: M.

Warning/Includes: Sexual intercourse, drinking, recreational drug use, a bit of angst.

Summer, Before Senior Year.

Quarantine.

“You awake?”

“Yeah.”

“You were asleep, I’m sorry.”

“Matthew, it’s okay, really.”

“What time is it there?”

You pulled your phone away from your ear to glance at the screen, “Three in the morning.”

“Damn, [y/n], I’m sorry.” 

“It’s okay,” you whispered. “What’s up?”

“Can we facetime?”

“I look a mess.”

“I’m sure you don’t,” he replied. “Please?”

You sighed, “Okay. Okay, call me.”

He did, and when you answered, you had the camera focused on your face, your lamp light on. 

“Oh, God, Matthew!” You shouted. “I thought you were going to show your face, you pervert!”

“My face isn’t hard right now.” 

“Nasty!” 

“I thought you liked it?”

“You’re a disgusting little boy.”

“[y/n], please. I’m so horny right now, and I’ve been jerking off forever, but I can’t get off. Help? Please?” 

You rolled your eyes, shaking your head at him. “Dirty boy. Filthy boy.” 

“If this is your method of dirty talk, it isn’t working for me.”

You let out a dry laugh. His cock was front and center on your phone screen, his hand wrapped around it, jerking it slowly. “Tell me how to help, Matthew.”

“Show me those tits, pretty lady.”

You cackled, “Nasty!”

But you still pulled your shirt up, revealing your breasts, which were sitting pretty without the restraint of a bra. Matthew flipped the camera to his face at lightning speed, holding his screen close to his face. “When the fuck did you get your nipples pierced?” His voice was strained, high pitched, laced with shock and surprise. 

“Oh,” you said. “The week I got home. Before the tattoo shops closed.”

“Do you like them?” You asked.

“Matthew?” You called. 

But he was silent. Actually, he wasn’t silent, he was grunting. He was grunting, and jerking himself off, his wrist going numb from the speed and intensity that he was using. You froze the moment you realized what was happening, your camera perfectly angled at your chest. You watched Matthew’s face scrunch up, the way it always does when he’s nearing his orgasm, and your breath caught in your throat. He was so hot, geez. He stared at his phone, trembling, weak, panting quietly. He sucked in a sharp breath, and as he exhaled, the breath came out shaky and loud — louder than he intended — and he released himself all over his hand. 

“You good?” You whispered. 

“Ah, fuck,” he mumbled. His breathing was hard, raspy. He had to clear his throat before he spoke. “Why didn’t you tell me about the nipple piercings?” 

You giggled, “Sorry.”

“It’s okay,” he chuckled, wiping himself off before he fixed his pants. “Did they hurt?”

“Not really,” you shrugged. “It was quick, the piercer was nice.”

“Good, good,” he nodded. “Can I see them again?” 

You sighed with a bit of laughter mixed in, and you did as you were asked. The two of you stayed up for another five hours, talking, laughing, helping each other come. By the time eight in the morning rolled around, you were completely shirtless, and Matthew was close to falling asleep. But he didn’t want to. He kept on bringing up different topics, pulling you into all sorts of conversations, just so you would stay on the phone. 

“Matthew,” you whispered. “Go to bed.”

“No.”

“Yes.”

“No.”

“If you go to sleep right now, you will wake up to titty pictures.”

He paused, “Throw in some ass pics, too?”

“You got it,” you nodded.

“Okay, goodnight, [y/n].”

“Goodnight, Matthew.”

And so began a very long, very horny, dirty, nasty quarantine. 

When you first arrived home, it was a constant waiting game to see who would call who first. When Matthew woke up without you that day, he held his phone in his chest for a long time, waiting for it to ring, to buzz, anything. But it never did. Because you were doing the same thing — watching, waiting, hoping. Matthew eventually got too swept up in his own move to reach out, so you sat at home for days without so much as a word. Until sunday night, when he finally called — horny and desperate.

You had to continue your online classes that Monday, after the long night of facetime sex, and he was all you could think about. All you could think about. There was radio silence for the first few hours of the day. You blindly rolled through your classes, glancing at your phone every few minutes. You finally gave in by the time you were in your last class, picked up your cell phone, and pulled up Matthew’s text messages. You didn’t know what to say, what to type, your fingers hovering over the keyboard. And just as you went to press a letter, a message came through. 

M: i had a dream about you

You bit your lip to contain a smile. 

Y: rly? what happened in this dream?

M: call me and i’ll tell you

You glanced at your laptop, your professor still rambling on and on. It was definitely unlike you to choose a boy over class. But, class was just about over. And Matthew wasn’t just a boy.

“Hey.”

“Hey,” you said into your phone, smiling at Matthew’s voice.

“What are you doing?”

“Just finished class. What are you doing?” 

“I’m in class right now, actually,” he told you. “Animation.”

“Hot,” you giggled at the noise of his lecture in the background.

“Thanks. My dream was hotter, though.” 

“Oh? Was it?” You grinned, laying back in bed. 

“Yeah. You were a sexy nurse.”

“Matthew!” You exclaimed, erupting in a fit of laughter. 

“Okay, you weren’t a nurse. But you were there, and I was there—“

“We were both there.”

“Yes. And we were in my room, on my bed, and you were sitting on my face.”

You squeezed your thighs together, “Oh.”

“Yeah, it took some convincing, but you did it. And you were so scared to suffocate me, it was cute.”

“Cute, huh?”

“Sexy. I can visualize your body so well,” he whispered. “It’s perfect. You’re perfect.”

“Matthew,” a voice called. 

Your eyes went wide, you went silent. “Oh, shit!” Matthew exclaimed, noticing that his microphone had been on the whole time. He quickly left the online class, and sighed heavily. 

You could hardly breathe, you were laughing so hard. You cackled, you hooted, you howled. And Matthew couldn’t help but join you. “Fuck!” He chuckled. “I’m a dumbass.”

“Well, I’ve always known that.” You replied. 

“Facetime me, princess,” he requested. 

You did, and he continued to tell you about his dream. How he laid under you, could taste you on his tongue, feel your skin on his hands. It made you incredibly horny, and when you thought he wasn’t listening, you started to touch yourself. Your breath got shaky, and you attempted to keep it quiet — with no success.

“You touching yourself, princess?” Matthew asked.

“No,” you whispered, but it came out rushed.

“Oh, you are. I know that voice.” 

“And I...like your voice.”

“You do? Hm...you like to hear me tell you how hot you are? How much I want to be sucking on those perfect tits right now? Bury my cock inside you and fuck you until you can’t walk?”

“Fuck, Matthew,” you huffed. You’d never heard him talk quite like this before. It was steamy and overwhelming and so, so nice. 

“Tell me what you’re doing right now.”

“Just, uh, um, touching my clit.”

“Good, princess. Now, slide your fingers in for me.”

You sucked in a sharp breath, and did as you were told, your fingers gliding into you. “O-okay,” you murmured.

“Does it feel good? Does it feel better than me?” Matthew purred.

“Nothing feels better than you,” you said, before you could catch yourself. 

He grinned to himself, “Show me. Let me watch.” 

You flipped the camera around to present yourself to him, your legs spread open, your fingers pumping in and out of your core. “Fuck...” he said under his breath, his hand slipping into his underwear. “I’ve never been this jealous of someone’s fingers.”

You chuckled, followed by a weak moan. “Don’t be shy. Show me something, too.”

He let you watch him stroke his hard cock in his palm. Your hands were somehow moving in unison with each other’s. Matthew could tell you were getting close, from the noises you were making and the way your body trembled. His own orgasm pent up in his stomach, but he continued to edge himself until you came. But when you did finished, panting his name and letting out soft moans, he allowed himself to let go. His come shot all over his stomach, and you admired the way it coated his skin.

“Look what you did,” he murmured. 

You laid there, tired and blissed out beyond belief. “Don’t you dare think that we’re doing this all of quarantine, Matthew Gubler.” 

“We’ll see.”

The idea of spending five months away from Matthew was grueling to say the least. You’d gotten so used to him being right down the hall that you constantly had to remind yourself that he was all the way across the country. But, when you guys really got into the groove of things, the distance didn’t seem so bad. 

He always texted you goodmorning and goodnight. The two of you managed to obtain a 30 day streak on snapchat. He helped you with homework and you helped him with his. You texted each other tiktoks and funny tweets that reminded you of one another. You stayed up until all hours of the night, chatting and laughing and talking dirty to one another. You were on facetime with each other so often that your family began to ask who he was. “A friend,” you said. It wasn’t that believable, though. 

Things were great, despite you missing him like crazy. And then he sent you a text. It had a few attachments, and a message saying: forgot to send you these 😘. 

Intrigued, you opened the message to find a row of videos. Of you. Of Matthew. You two together. The first one you clicked was of him eating you out, and you swear, you flooded your bed. It was easy to forget, to lock away memories of him to keep yourself sane. But these videos — of you two fucking, him sucking on your boobs, you sucking on his fingers, sucking his dick — they were too much to bare. 

You hand slid into your underwear, your eyes trained on your phone as you watched Matthew fuck you. Headphones in, you listened to the sound of skin on skin, him whispering dirty things to you through his moans. You bit down on your lip, touching yourself, teasing yourself, too turned on to think properly. And so eager to get off that you forgot to lock the door.

“[y/n]?” A family member called, bursting into your room.

“Shit!” You exclaimed. You quickly hid yourself under the cover and paused the video. Your heart was beating out of your chest, and you promised not to make that mistake again. 

Matthew, however, didn’t get the memo.

“Nipple piercings, ma’am?” He pouted, looking at you over facetime one day. “Whip ‘em out.”

“Whip ‘em out? Is that how you ask?” You giggled.

He sighed, “Can I see your tits? Please? I’ll do anything.”

“Anything?”

“Anything,” he nodded.

“Moo like a cow,” you said.

He was silent for a second. “You considering it?” You asked.

“I am, yeah,” he nodded. 

You cackled, and pulled your shirt up, revealing your bare chest. Just as both of your breasts graced the screen, Matthew’s mom stepped into his room to ask him a question. 

“Oh, dear!” She remarked, catching a quick flash of your chest. 

“Oh, no!” You shouted. You ducked out of the camera’s vision, and Matthew dropped his phone. 

“Hi, [y/n],” Mrs. Gubler said.

“Hi, Mrs. Gubler!” You pipped, your face beet red. 

When she left the room, Matthew and you erupted in nervous laughter. “I’m so, so sorry,” he told you. 

“It’s okay! Is she mad?” 

“No. She’s never gonna let me live this down, though. Anyways, show me those tits again.”

“Are you serious?” You pipped.

He gave you the eyes. His trademark ‘i’m horny and i would die for you, queen, please show me some titty’ eyes. 

You sighed, “Nasty boy.”

By the time you two were halfway through quarantine, Matthew and you had each other’s routines memorized. Well enough, that he knew what time you showered every night. He called you just as you stepped out of the shower, and when you answered, he was happy to see you naked and wrapped in a towel. 

“Well, well, well,” he smirked. “This is my lucky day.” 

“Shut up,” you laughed, setting your phone down on the counter, upright so he could see you. You dropped your towel to reveal your naked body, and he nearly drooled at the sight. “Don’t be a perv.”

“I am a perv.”

You rolled your eyes at him and grabbed your clothes, sliding your hoodie over your body. 

“Wait,” he said. “Wait, wait, wait. Is that my hoodie?” 

You froze, standing there in an NYU hoodie that came down to your knees. “[y/n]? Princess? Did you steal my hoodie?” He asked.

“Borrowed!” You exclaimed, your voice squeaking. “I borrowed it.”

“I’ve been looking for that hoodie. When did you take it?”

“Borrow!”

“Okay, when did you borrow it?” 

“That night...” You trailed off. “Before I left. I saw it laying there and it was a little chilly so I—“

“Stole it.”

“Borrowed!”

He giggled, “It looks good on you. Really good.” 

“Yeah?” You grinned, twirling around in the hoodie, your legs exposed. 

“Oh, yeah,” he nodded. “Does it smell like me?” 

You nodded, “Yeah, it does.” That’s part of the reason you loved it so much. 

“Stay—stay just like that for me,” he pleaded. “Just like that.”

You held yourself still, posing your entire body in front of the camera for him to take you in. His hand had snaked down into his pants and grasped his cock, now delivering slow strokes along his shaft. 

“Like what you see?” You purred. 

Love what I see, he thought. But he only said, “Yeah.”

His wrist sped up, along with his breathing. “Fuck,” he panted. His eyes lowered into this sensual look, his teeth were gritted together. You gave him a sly smile, and turned around, lifting up the hoodie to show him your ass. 

“Oh, fuck!” He shouted. Suddenly, he hung up. While you stood there, confused, he laid in his bed and withdrew his hands from his pants. He closed his eyes tight, attempting to calm himself. Soothe the feeling in his chest. But it wouldn’t go away. He missed you. He missed you so much, it was heart stopping, soul shattering, and it even got rid of his boner. He could conceal it for a long, long time. But that hoodie...

That damn hoodie. 

Embarrassed from your last phone conversation, he almost didn’t answer when you called him that night. But he couldn't stop himself. When he answered the facetime request, he saw you — stressed, your face red and sad. “What’s wrong?” He cooed.

“It’s almost midnight and I have an assignment due and I have no idea how to do it and it’s worth a lot of points and I’m gonna have a heart attack.” You rambled. 

“Okay, okay,” he sat up. “[y/n], babe, calm down. What class is it for?”

“Advanced film. It’s a quiz, I just—“

“Send it to me.”

“Matthew—“

“Send it. I’ll do it.”

“You don’t have to,” you sighed. 

“But I want to. I don’t want you stressed. Just send it, I’ll get it done before midnight. I promise.”

You smiled at him, blinking away the stress-induced tears in your eyes. “Thank you, Matthew. Thank you so much. If you ever need help with anything, let me know, I’ll help. If you decide to take ballet next semester, I can really help.”

He laughed, and the two of you held each other’s gaze for a long time. It was full of softness, joy, bonding. A little love. 

“Anyways, uh,” Matthew said, clearing his throat. “Can I see your ass again?” 

You shook your head at him, laughing under your breath. 

Quarantine couldn’t be over soon enough. 

[PART 7.]

#mine #college!matthew #esny #matthew gray gubler #matthew gray gubler smut #matthew gray gubler imagine #mgg #mgg smut #mgg imagine

[duckymcdoorknob]

I HAVE BEEN WAITING TO USE THIS FUCKING GIF FOREVER

Marked. Soulmate AU.

Warnings: cursing!

Ships: J a m I l t o n

Prompt: When things get heated in a cabinet battle, the last thing Thomas Jefferson expected to see was a freckle on Alexander Hamilton’s thumb.

Every person has a common birthmark that they share with their soulmate. Whether it be a smudge on the wrist, a mole on the arm, a dot on the ankle, or a freckle on the thumb...

“Thomas, that was a real nice declaration.” Alexander Hamilton began after hearing Thomas Jefferson’s argument.

Thomas smiled cockily and curtseyd.

“Welcome to the present! We’re running a real nation.” Alexander responded to Thomas’ antics.

As Alexander went on to explain his views during the cabinet meeting, Thomas found himself being bested. He grew irritated. Washington would never listen to his plan now.

Alexander was ripping Thomas a new one. Thankfully James Madison, best friend of Thomas Jefferson, erupted into a coughing fit. Thomas rushed to aid his best friend in his time of need.

“Madison, you’re mad as a hatter son, take your medicine.” Alexander responded pridefully.

Thomas turned around and glared daggers at Alexander. He did not just go there.

“Sittin there useless as two shits. Hey turn around and bend over, I’ll show you where my shoe fits.” Alexander spat to finish the job.

Thomas stomped angrily towards Alexander, only to be halted by Washington’s hand.

“We’ll reconvene after a short recess.” Washington said with a chuckle.

Alexander and Thomas continued to glare at eachother.

A cabinet member passed by the pair, and offered his hand for a high five.

Alexander happily obliged and smacked the cabinet member’s hand.

Thomas’ eyes widened.

No.

No way.

No FUCKING WAY.

You’ve got to be kidding!

Thomas blinked hard as Alexander lowered his hand. Thomas lifted his own hand to see the same freckle in the same spot

The high five was a little hard for Alexander’s liking, so he shook his hand to get the tingly feeling to disappear.

Still it lingered.

Plastered on his hand.

One small spot...

A soft brown freckle, basking in the sunlight of the cabinet room.

Thomas felt faint.

There has to be some kind of mistake.

“I-um.” Thomas began. He tried to form sentences but his mouth wouldn’t let him speak.

Alexander stared at Thomas with a sly smile and a cocked eyebrow. “What? Cat got your tongue.”

Thomas Jefferson was finally speechless. For the first time in his life this man was flabbergasted. He tried to form cohearant words, but no noise emitted from his mouth.

“Uh... you okay there?” Alexander spoke softly.

“I-I-Um. Y-Yeah.” Thomas swallowed as his breathing quickened. “M-Mr. Madison c-can you meet me I-in the vestibule?” Thomas turned on his heels and practically ran from the room.

“Wha-“

“Quickly!” James Madison rushed out of the room with Thomas’ beckon.

Alexander was left dazed and went to find Washington.

James’ eyes found Thomas sitting on the ground, balancing his chin in his hands.

“Of all the goddamn people.” Thomas whispered as he closed his eyes.

“Uh Thomas?” James began.

Thomas opened his eyes and let his fingers run through his hair.

This cannot be happening.

“Buddy what’s wrong?”

Thomas held up his hand and moved his thumb toward James.

“Did he cut you? What the hell happened?”

“H-Hamilton... Hand... High five. It..it was r-right there I-“

“God damn it what’s the problem?!” James was very irritated at this point.

“His hand James!” Thomas jumped to his feet.

“Oh sweet Jesus. What about it?”

Thomas couldn’t find himself to say it. He opened his mouth but closed it as he shook his head.

“It’s... it’s okay... just take your time.”

Thomas swallowed and took a sharp breath in. He held up his hand. “When he went to give Knox a high-five...” Thomas breathed out. “I saw it.”

“It?”

Thomas pointed to his thumb, “it.”

“Wait you saw t-“

“The freckle...”

James Madison dragged Thomas Jefferson into a small coat room, unable to process what he had just heard.

“I swear to God, Jemmy. I know I saw it.” Thomas said calmly .

“I don’t know... are you sure you’re not just tired?” James replied softly.

“I may be pissed at him, but I know what I saw!” Thomas groaned and threw his head in his hands.

Hamilton? Of all people in the world, his soulmate is HAMILTON?

“What if I help y-“

“Nope.” Thomas cut James off.

“Trust me Thomas! I know how to play it safe!” James whined in response.

Thomas sighed tiredly while pinching the bridge of his nose. “I-I don’t- Alright fine.” Thomas threw his arms up in defeat. “Just don’t say anything I’ll regret. Please.”

James travelled to the cabinet room where Hamilton and Washington were talking to the other cabinet.

“Hamilton, I wanted to-“

“Mr. Madison! I actually wanted to see you.” Alexander began, “to apologize.”

“To me?” James pondered.

“Well yes, I used your illness as a way to attack Mr. Jefferson.” Alexander said as he rubbed the back of his neck.

“O-oh! Well it’s more than fine Mr. Hamilton. Things were a little heated.” James chimed. “That’s actually what I was going to talk to you about. I would like to apologize for the way my colleague spoke to you today.”

“As you said. Things were heated, we both said some things we didn’t mean.” Alexander replied with a kind grin.

“You’re a good guy, Hamilton.” James said. Suddenly he remembered what he was here for. The freckle was on Alexander’s right hand, so James stuck out his left hand for him to shake.

Alexander happily shook James’ hand.

“Well i best be back before Thomas notices I’m gone.”

“Will do, Mr. Madison.” Alexander replied as he made his way back to Washington.

James’ eyes widened as he swiftly walked back to the small side room, where Jefferson’s was waiting anxiously. He huffed and puffed, for his sickness affected his airflow.

“Well speak dude! I’m dying here!” Jefferson whined.

“It... it’s there.” James replied with a hopeful smile.

“Lose the smile, Jemmy. Nothing is going to happen.” Thomas spoke low and glared at James.

“Thomas come on! He’s your soulmate!” James whisper yelled.

Thomas crosses his arms then flopped onto the nearby couch. He put his head in his hands. “I just.. I don’t know- how do I even go about this?”

James stood and leaned against the desk. “You know who has found their soulmate?”

“Oh God. Jemmy no I’m not going to-“

“Come on Thomas! Make a little bit of an effort here!” James yelled a little too loud.

“Shut the hell up, James! I’m not going to visit him.” Thomas hissed.

“Then I’ll go for you!” James yelled once again.

Thomas rushed to cover James’ mouth. “I will go see Burr if you shut the hell up.”

as if I’m cue, there was an angry knock on the door.

Thomas looked at James in horror. He put his hands on the sides of his head and rested his elbows on his knees.

James opened the door with fear, but he relaxed in seeing it was just Washington.

“Is there a reason you two are being so ungodly loud?” Washington hissed.

“O-oh! Uh no sir! I guess I’m still a little heated from the meeting I guess.” James replied with a fearful grin.

“It appears you’re not the one upset here.” Washington spoke softly as his eyes drifted from James to Thomas. “Now then, Mr. Jefferson, will you tell me what all of this yelling is about?”

Thomas lifted his head and folded his hands in his lap. “Should I tell him, Jemmy?”

“That’s up to you.”

Thomas sighed and looked at the small freckle on his right thumb.

“Mr. Jefferson...? Is everything alright?” Washington was growing worried. “Son, is something wrong with your health?”

Thomas smirked at the small nickname. “No sir... I just.” He took in a breath, “I found my soulmate.”

Washington’s concerned look grew into a pleased one. “That’s incredible news! Congratulations! Is it someone I know?”

Thomas looked to James with pleading eyes. James shook his head and held up his right hand, with a left finger pointing to a spot on it.

Thomas nodded and showed his hand to Washington.

It took Washington a moment to understand. He thought of all of the people in his life with that specific mark. Then it hit him. His eyes widened, his brows furrowed and his mouth opened in disbelief.

“I know right.” James finally interrupted.

“And Jemmy wanted me to talk to Burr because he already found Theodosia and-“

“You do know that I’ve already found my soulmate, right?” Washington asked with a grin and cocked eyebrow.

“Wait. You have?” Thomas pondered.

“What you think Martha’s a summer fling?” He joked, “tell me what you want to know.”

“Who found out first?”

“I did.”

“How did you tell her?”

“I just asked her to show me her wrist, then I held mine next to hers and we went from there.”

“You think that’s what I should do with Hamilton?”

“That seems best.”

Thomas sighed and stood up. “It’s now or never.”

As Thomas made his way out the door, both James and Washington stood with smiles.

Thomas turned around. “Uh. I’m gonna need the room.”

“Oh! Right.” Madison dragged Washington out of the coat room and back into the meeting room.

Alexander turned to Madison, “is Mr. Jefferson alright?”

“He’s um-“

“Hamilton.” Thomas’ voice sounded from the doorway.

“Mr. Jefferson are yo-“

“I need you to come with me.”

“What? Why do you-“

“Alexander,” Thomas continued firmly, “please just follow me.”

Alexander obliged and followed Thomas into the coat room.

James and Washington slowly followed and put their ear up to the closed door.

“What is this? Are you going to hurt me? Why are we alone? What’s going o-“

“Give me your hand.”

“What?”

Thomas sighed. “You’re not making this any easier. Now give me your goddamn hand, Alexander.”

“Jeez fine.” Alexander stuck his hand out, “what’s with the informalities here?”

Thomas studied the freckle, then discreetly studied his own.

Yep.

Still there.

Thomas sighed loudly.

“Okay you need to tell me what’s going on right now or I’ll-“

Thomas chuckled and placed his hand in front of Hamilton’s.

Alexander looked up at a smiling Thomas with confusion. What is he doing?

“Look down, Alexander.”

That’s when he saw it.

Alexander gasped. “No.”

“Yep.”

“When did you-“

“Your little high-five with Knox.”

“Oh my God.”

Thomas saw discomfort in Alexander’s eyes. “So what the hell do we do now?”

“I don’t... I don’t know.” Alexander stuttered, “Should we ask Burr?”

“We can ask Washington.” Thomas said as he turned around ever so slightly, “because I’m almost certain that him and Jemmy are right outside of the door.”

Washington and James gasped audibly and tried to make a break for it.

“Don’t try to run. I know you Jemmy, you’ve already been caught.” Thomas said with a slight laugh.

“So, Washington Sir? What do we do from here?”

#daveed diggs #hamilsquad #hamilton #lin manuel miranda #aaron burr #alexander hamilton #okieriete onaodowan #hamiltrash #george washington #soulmarks #soulmate

[maddiethebull]

May I request a scrnario with leviathan with an s/o who's a closet otaku (like she rlly tries hard to hide it from him lmao) and how would he react when he manages to discover her otome/male idol merch (like enstars, tsukiuta or a Idolish7 lololol) hidden in some part of her room/closet

Levi (Obey Me!) - Prompt - Being with a secret otaku MC

Sorry that this took fucking forever, I had my Mid terms which was a ride and a half, but heres the story. I used the power of my own weeb knowledge to write this, hope you love it!! Thank you for making a request

You, Satan, and Asmo were sitting in the living room watching The Real Housewives of Devildom when you all heard an ear shattering seemingly female scream. Asmo jumped like a baby into your arms while Satan, who was off in his own world reading a detective novel since you got so caught up in the show that you weren’t even looking at your Spells notes anymore, looked up and straight to the source. It came from your room. The biggest problem was that you guys had no idea where Lucifer fucked off to so you couldn’t ask him to go check it out. 

Asmo quivered in your arms, saying, “M-MC, go check it out.”

“WHAT? Me? You want me to check it out?” You? The weakest of the bunch??

Satan spoke up, “why don’t we all go check it out, that way we’ll have MC with us to make sure she’s okay and have two demons to protect her.”

Reluctantly, you and Asmo got up to follow Satan’s lead.

-Five hours ago-

Levi was so far ahead of you in Mario Kart : Journey into Devildom ™ that he passed the finish line nearly a minute before you. 

“Hah, normie!!” he said. 

You had been not only defeated, but defeated so badly that you silently declared Mario your arch enemy. You looked to Levi, 

“Hey, that level was really hard, okay?” you said with puppy dog eyes, hoping to avoid his taunts about your gaming abilities. 

“Nahhhh it wasn’t you’re just such a normie that you couldn’t finish it in first place like me.” He said it with a taunting smile and a sly look in those orange eyes. 

You decided to repay his taunts; you stood up and then kneeled, your hand on your heart, 

“Forgive me, your weeb highness.”

You grabbed his hand, you were going to kiss it to really drive the whole weeb highness joke in but he tugged away immediately. He was blushing the color of a fuji apple. He put his wrist over his mouth and avoided eye contact, he was slightly embarrassed from your joke, but it was you grabbing his hand that sent the flush to his cheeks. Of course, he would never admit that to you, so he said, 

“H-hey, you don’t have to make fun of me.”

“You just called me a normie, Levi,” you said, looking up at him with a beaming smile. 

He blushed more, “G-get up MC, it’s w-weird l-looking at you like that.” In a desperate attempt to hide his blushing cheeks, he wasn’t even looking at you now. This is why you loved teasing him back, he would always become so flustered when you teased him back and seeing him blush was the cutest thing you could ever imagine.  No matter how much Levi called you a normie or made fun of you for being bad with the video game controller, you never turned down a chance to give him a taste of his own medicine. He didn’t even know the best part. You were totally an otaku! Just like him – well, maybe not just like him, you left your room much more than him and another tiny detail is that you had gone to the ends of the earth to hide your otaku side from everyone you came into contact with. 

“Hah,” Levi laughed, “when you were being all butthurt about being a normie, you sounded like Suki from My Heartless Father Threw Me Out At Birth But It’s Fine Because He Died and Left Me With A Fortune But My Angry Mother Tried To Kill Me But I Killed Someone, Who Is It? When her heartless father threw-”

“I understand Levi.”

Realizing that maybe the name was a little too forth-giving to the plot, he tried a different reference just so he could see you not understand it. 

“Okay what about this one, you sound like SHEba at the final battle when she gave a speech to the dog-humanoid overlord.”

“Pfft, no I didn’t, she was way more worked up okay. And that was the same day that she found out her father was the villain so that’s two people betraying poor SHEba. Also, what was with the ending, was that a set up for a sequel or something? I think that a sequel would be dragging it on too much just like when ‘Did She Do It?’ came out after ‘Do What I Say! : Should We Have A Courtship?’”

Levi was looking at you, mouth hanging open, “Uhhh MC, you’ve seen ‘Bone Catcher: The Planet of the Dogs’? AND ‘Do What I Say!’????”

“Oh, uh, no, not really, only a little bit of it. Just some snippets because you were talking about it so I watched like five minutes, not really my thing………”

“ASDFGHJKL only this meme can describe how I’m feeling.” It was a deep fried meme written in ancient devildom language over the picture of what seemed to be a demonic pikachu with its mouth open. 

You sigh, “Levi I can’t read that.”

“Hm, maybe a NORMIE (lolololol)  like you shouldn’t read it!”

You laughed, “okay, Levi.” 

To this he smiled, you didn’t know why but he smiled nonetheless. In truth, he was just happy that he could have a conversation with you like this. You were the only person he’d ever met that went to such lengths to hang out with him, I mean Satan sometimes came around to watch dramas and Mammon came around to ask for money, but you didn’t want that. You wanted to hole up with him, hear his voice, see his smile, play the games you weren’t accustomed to. You just wanted to be with him and that was the most profound realization that came upon Levi after you two first began hanging out like this. You were his first best friend and his first romantic interest that wasn’t 2D, so it was a big deal when you came to hang out in his room.

He didn’t want you to leave so he spoke,

“So, wanna play another game so you can lose?”

“Very funny,” you said, giving him a smirk.

“For reals though, I have this new game and it’s a two player.”

You stretched your arms out as you stood up from where you were sitting on the ground, “maybe tomorrow, I have a big test coming up in Spells class and I really need to study for it.”

He looked down to the controller that was still in one of his hands, “oh, okay, just do your normie studying but tomorrow you have to be here to play it with me, like blood oath promise me.”

“I feel like a blood oath is a little too serious for this situation, pinky promise,” you said holding out your pinky.

He couldn’t help but blush at the thought of touching your hand again. 

“Pffft, w-what a lame normie thing to do, l-let’s do a pinky promise t-then.” 

“Okay,” you linked your pinkies together and looked into his eyes that were surrounded by a rose color that crept up to his entire face, “I pinky promise you that I will be here tomorrow so I can be your player two.” 

He blushed even harder, “okay, w-whatever.” And you were on your way out, but just before you opened the door, “oh, by the way, I lost my headphones at R.A.D., can I borrow some earbuds for tonight?”

“Hmph, okay but JUST for tonight, the premiere of Generic Anime Name is gonna be on Devflix tomorrow morning and I can’t miss watching that.”

And with that, you were off to study in your room until Asmo yanked the headphones from your ears,

“Hey MC, guess what show is on?”

“Asmo I’m trying to study,” you put Levi’s headphones in your pocket as to avoid further ear pulling. 

“But it’s ‘The Real Housewives of Devildom!’ Remember how you promised me last week that you would watch the new episode with me?”

“Asmo, not now, I need to study for this test

“MCCCC, you SAID you woulddddd you prommmisssed”

“Ugh fine but only if we bring Satan along to help me study during commercials.”

“Yayyyy!” 

Meanwhile notification beeped on Levi’s D.D.D.,

“As a present we’ll be releasing the premiere of Generic Anime Name a little early for our loving fans

Levi rushed to your room and walked right in, not bothering to knock. It was a good thing you weren’t there because you would’ve punched him in the face if another person had come in while you were studying. He wondered for a second where you had gone, but that wasn’t the issue at hand, he HAD to find his headphones. He rummaged through almost your entire room. ‘Where would they be?’ ‘Maybe she dropped them and kicked them under the bed?’ So, he went looking under your bed and found tons upon tons of anime and otome merch. He saw a body pillow of Gavyn from Mr. Passion: Monarch’s Decision and that’s when he lost all composure and let out a scream. About five minutes of digging through your stacks of posters and T-shirts and yet another body pillow, the door was nearly busted open by you, Asmo, and Satan. 

“Why didn’t you tell me?” He was hurt, really hurt you could tell because he didn’t even have the strength to call you a normie. He figured you didn’t tell him because you didn’t think he was cool enough or hot enough like Gavyn. Maybe you even didn’t like him at all. 

“Uhhhhh, I’m going to leave now, bye,”Asmo said, sprinting out of the awkward situation and Satan soon followed seeing that there wasn’t some ghost wandering about in your room. 

“Levi-”

“Are we friends?” This caught you off guard, why the hell would he think you weren’t friends? He was your best friend and at the same time your biggest crush. 

“Of course, Levi, we’re friends,” your head hung low, you felt slightly ashamed of hiding this side of you from him. 

“Then why did you hide all of this from me?”

“Because I was scared of how you would react. In the human world, there was a guy I used to really like, he was my only friend at the time, but when I showed him these things, he stopped talking to me; he wouldn’t even look at me in the hallways. I felt so alone. He thought it was weird and childish and- and he said I was creepy. I just-” tears began rolling from your eyes from remembering this and realizing that Levi was nothing like that guy. Levi, even though he didn’t show it much, actually cared about you and he was even into some of the same things you were but you were just too damn scared of something like that happening again.

You choked back your tears, “I just didn’t want to lose you.” 

He stood up and walked over to you, “MC, you don’t need to hide from me… I would never stop talking to you, even if you were into stuff I didn’t like. I just like being around you and having a friend to play video games with and watch anime with and you listen to me talk about Ruri-chan and- and,” his voice shook. Now both of you were crying as he pulled you in for a hug, you were both such softies that you couldn’t help but get worked up over your emotions. Neither of you wanted to lose the other, and Levi didn’t want you to feel like you needed to hide any part of you from him because, after all, you were his player two. 

“Y-you should never leave your player two behind,” he said with his face buried in the crook of your neck. Lucifer gave a passing look in your room when he got back to see that you were alright but saw two emotional weebs crying and hugging instead. 

“MC, Levi, I beg of you, whatever it is that you’re doing, just finish and go to sleep.”

You and Levi separated but instead of going to his room, Levi stayed with you to watch that new anime premiere episode. You shared the headphones even after you nodded off to bed and Levi was just sat next to you, listening to whatever was on his computer while smiling gently at you, studying your features as you lay peacefully asleep. Finally around five in the morning you were both asleep as Levi unconsciously held you close, in his arms, never wanting to let go of his Player Two.

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[mojofun]

White Lies and Dark Truths (Ch 2)

Hello there! This is the second chapter to the story I’m writing for @obsessedwithrandomthings​‘s writing challenge for getting 500 followers.

The prompts I chose were <<You know what? Fuck you!>> and <<I’m done pretending. You can leave>>

Now we’ll see how Draco’s faring with being single again.

Gif not mine, credits to @d-r-a-c-o---m-a-l-f-o-y​

Draco’s revenge arrived without delay.

For the next couple of weeks, he concentrated solely on making Solana’a life a nightmare.

He humiliated her, spreading around stories of how his friends had dared him to go out with her and she fell for his advances hook, line ad sink.

No one dared contradict his version.

These stories kept the Slytherin common room entertained for hours, and they all laughed at her expense. Amongst laughs, Draco fought tooth and nail to quiet his screaming conscience, the feelings he had for the poor girl.

That same conscience, those very feelings begged him to stop with his nonsense, but he couldn’t: he was mad at her because she’d tricked him, because of what he felt for her... And, ultimately, because he knew she’d never be with him.

That’s why it wasn’t so hard for him to believe her words, her harsh mockery.

He was the exact opposite of everything she represented, and not just because they belonged to enemy houses. She was soft curves where he was harsh lines, she was vibrant tones where he was delicate colours, she was kindness and sweetness where he was spite and arrogance, and she was human whereas he was an empty husk that he desperately wanted to fill.

In short, she was Solana, he was Draco, and he would never have her.

So he increased his attacks tenfold.

He picked on her in classes, during meals... Basically whenever he saw her.

For some reason, the girl did not react. She straight-up ignored him every time he even entered the room she was in, blanking him entirely.

Was she trying to play the part of the more mature person and make a fool of him- again?

The mere suspicion enraged him, and his desire for vengeance increased. He did not stop to consider what his heart was telling him- that she was hurt, and he was the one holding the knife.

The blood spilt could not be ignored forever.

Secretly, deep inside, Draco prayed it would be over soon.

It had to end, somehow.

He couldn’t take it anymore.

He felt things he never wanted to feel for anyone, most certainly not for a filthy mudblood- and tried to ignore the way his heart clenched every time he insulted her, either in his mind or out loud.

The hurt he was causing the filthy mudblood in question came back to haunt him at night. Even worse, he was puzzled by her apathy.

Was it just a figment of his imagination, the pain he saw in her eyes?

Once again a turning point loomed over their head like a sword, ready to fall at any moment. Who would succumb, him or Solana?

Truth be told, he was already wilting away little by little, day by day, and it was the worst agony he could imagine.

Once again though, everything happened in an entirely different way to what he envisioned. The brunette truly was his opposite in every aspect.

The part that hurt the most was that he loved her, and she didn’t.

Back to the story.

He met her out on the gardens that surrounded the castle, by accident, they were both alone, so there would be no drama.

Truth be told, he felt like there had been enough already

<<Hello, Kenneth>> He greeted, grinning smugly <<What brings you here? Are you trying to write a speech to ask me out on a date?>> 

She snorted

<<Sod off, Malfoy>>

<<I’m sorry to bring you down>> He went on, ignoring her. An unknown, evil strength compelled him to hurt her.

He couldn’t stop <<But I already plan on asking Pansy out to Hogsmeade next time we go>>

<<I am more interested in Trelawney’s blabbering than your love life, Malfoy>>

He chuckled.

In reality, his mind was shouting at him, telling him to stop immediately. Up close he could see that the pain in her eyes was, indeed, real.

It confused him.

Was she hurt but his immature taunting? If not, what was it that doused the breathtaking light in her eyes?

<<I’m glad it’s over between us, even if it was a lie>>

<<You->>

<<She’s so much prettier than you, much smarter, and->>

He couldn’t finish that sentence because she delivered a stinging haymaker right to his face, knocking him to the ground.

Damn.

He lifted himself on his elbows, reaching out to touch his nose; when he retracted his hand, he saw the blood on his fingers.

Then, a shadow covered him.

Solana stood right in front of him, fury etched on her features

<<You know what? Fuck you!>> She screamed, tears pooling in her eyes.

It felt like a stab to his heart- Did he actually have a heart, at all? It was impossible.

If he did, he wouldn’t have given her so much hell

<<You’re an insensitive asshole>> There it was. Even Solana thought his chest was hollow. It had to be true then <<I made the mistake of giving you the time of day. Worse, I made the mistake of giving you my heart, and I’m paying the price>>

His breathing stopped.

The mistake of giving him... Her heart? Did she-

<<You wanted to make fun of me? You wanted to deceive me, to hurt me?

Well congratulations, you did!>>

Now more than ever the sorrow in her eyes became his own. But there was something else in her eyes too, a fire the likes of which he’d never seen.

He suddenly understood why the Sorting Hat put her in Gryffindor.

The growl that came from her, in fact, sounded much like the roaring of a lion

<<I’m done pretending. You can leave>>

He scrambled to his feet as soon as a tear trickled down her cheek

<<Go to your girlfriend, go to your friends to make fun of me some mo->>

She couldn’t finish that sentence because he’d crashed his lips to hers, holding her tight.

It was not a delicate kiss; it was desperate, filled with passion, rage, fear and pain, so much pain.

Draco clamped his hands on her hips, scared that she would evaporate if he let go; Solana sunk her fingers in his hair, pulling on it. Not enough to hurt him, but enough to make him moan in the lip-lock.

When they pulled away they were breathing heavily, staring into each other’s eyes. It went on for quite a while.

Then, she slapped him

<<You asshole. How dare yo->>

And he was kissing her again, not with less passion than before. He was a starving man, and he was craving her desperately.

When he finally let her go she was a little calmer, but still angry

<<You’re still an asshole>>

<<And you’re a fiend. I can’t believe you played me like that>>

Her gaze turned melancholic

<<I should be the one to tell you that>>

He pressed a finger to her lips, eyeing her pleadingly

<<Please don’t, you said enough.

I know I’m an asshole, I know I hurt you...

What do I have to do so you can give me another chance?>>

<<Another chance to hurt me?>>

<<Solana...>>

The brunette hastily pulled away, shoving him off

<<No, Draco. Enough. I won’t let you play me like that again>>

That said she took off running toward the castle, never looking back once.

The blond boy stood there, watching her disappear in the distance along with the remainders of his dying heart.

#dees500challenge #draco malfoy x oc #draco malfoy angst #draco malfoy imagine #draco malfoy fanfiction

[taintjisung]

[14:07] changlix

words: 1854

top: changbin

kinks: master, power complex, public, choking, handjob, spit, mentions of pet play

felix let anxiety rush through his veins as he reached for his boss’s door. he swallowed hard, taking a deep breath, and knocked softly on the door.

“changbin~nim?” he called as he pushed the door open, bowing respectfully to the suited man sat well at his desk.

“felix. take a seat,” he smiled, gesturing to the chair across from him. the boy obeyed immediately, letting out a puff of air as he sat down.

“i know you must be nervous, and i’m sorry for calling you down with no context,” he smiled warmly, reassuring the younger. “however, we have something to discuss. one of your coworkers accidentally sent me a video of you. dancing, and stripping.”

felix’s face went absolutely pale, as if he’d just seen a ghost. fuck, he was losing his job. he gulped and bowed his head in regret, nodding softly. “i-i understand, i—“

“let me finish,” he insisted, the boy looking back up confusedly. “i would like to offer you a promotion.” he didn’t give felix time to analyse the sentence as he stood up over him, palms flat on the wooden desk as he stared straight into his eyes. “for your application, i’m going to need you to stand on the x over there,” he pointed to the blue tape on the floor, “and dance as if you’re trying to turn me on.”

“but-“

“that was an order.”

felix nodded, slinking out of the chair as he strutted over to his designated spot. slowly he pulled his black button-up out from under his belt where it was tucked in, letting the loose ends fall over his waist. pulling his phone out of his pocket, he chose the track he wanted, placing it on the desk.

he let out a whoosh of air, getting into character.

as the music started, he reached up with both hands, his shirt pulling up and exposing his abs slightly. then, his arms snapped back around his body as he rolled it forward, throwing his head back and tossing his arms out to the sides. he hit every beat hinging out his knees and pulling up his shoulders, moving his body just right as changbin watched.

felix was so gone, so in his own world as he danced, that he forgot changbin was even there, grabbing the seal of his dress shirt and ripping the buttons away. as he pulled his arm back, hand sifting through his engine-red hair, he exposed the left side of his cotton undershirt, tossing the sleeve off his shoulder as he snapped back. he rolled his body backward onto changbin’s crotch, sinking into his hands as he grabbed him by the waist.

felix leaned down, hands sliding down his thighs as he pressed his ass against changbin, lost in his own slutty world until he heard his boss’s groan of pleasure.

he snapped back out of it, stumbling away.

“oh my god, i’m so, so, so sorry,” his face and ears turned beet red as he fumbled to fix his shirt. “please don’t fire me, this is all i have—“

“mister lee,” changbin smirked. “i know you need more than you have. but i’ve seen the way you can move your body, and talent like that deserves to be praised, not wasted.”

there was a pause as felix froze, trying so desperately to read his expression.

“use those dancer’s hips on me and if you can make me cum, i’ll give you a million won. cash.”

felix didn’t even question. he needed the money and immediately he took his former position, back to changbin as he rolled his hips backward and finished tearing away the rest of the buttons, tossing the black button-up to the floor. he grabbed onto the hem of his undershirt, wrists crossed, and watched changbin’s greedy eyes over his shoulder as he pulled the fabric completely off. with the fluidity of the movements down his arching back, the slothed speed he took against changbin’s body, the elder had enough. he grabbed him by the waist and slammed his body against the back of his desk, practically ripping his trousers’ button away.

“you’re impatient,” felix teased, hands holding the desk backward for support as not to let changbin push him backward any further.

“if impatient has a new meaning. i’ve wanted to fuck you since i met you, i hired you because i wanted to watch you in this office. god, it’s been a long two years and now, you’re half naked in my office. it’s perfect.”

“you just hired me for my body?” felix asked quietly, eyes softening as he stood up straight off the desk. the utter look of hurt on his face went straight to changbin’s heart, irking him in a way he hadn’t considered before.

“who do you take me for? i’m not shallow, i don’t like useless men,” changbin snapped, pushing felix back to where he was standing before. “if you want me to list all the reasons i like your work, i will.”

“then do,” felix smiled, leaning forward into their pressed chests as he started to fumble with changbin’s button as well, touch generous as he finished undressing him.

“well,” he started, “you’re beautiful. absolutely breathtaking.” he watched felix’s ears warm as he continued with a smile on his face, and reached up to wipe his makeup away. “i could get lost counting your freckles forever. and you’re so talented. your singing, your rapping, your dancing, your writing, your drawing... in everything you do, there’s a piece of you. it’s so...”

“unique?” felix filled in with a bright smile, and changbin grinned. “yeah, that,” as he leaned in for another kiss, distracting the boy as he finished undressing the two of them.

“keep going,” felix demanded softly once changbin’s lips faltered from his own.

“do you have a praise kink?”

felix laughed at changbin’s words as he was turned around, bent over the desk with his now exposed thighs against the other’s pair. he pushed his ass against his hips, grinning as a groan escaped his boss’s throat, hands on his sides.

“you’re so funny... easy to talk to... bright and happy... you light up the entire building when you come in. and...” he hummed, licking his finger before pushing it into felix, making him groan. “cute. i bet i can fuck you good enough to hear your voice crack as you moan like a girl. that deep voice isn’t fooling anyone.”

changbin reached across the desk to grab a small bottle; at first felix had mistaken it for soothe gel but could now clearly see it was lube and shivered as the cold, thick liquid touched his body.

changbin started to quickly work felix open and though it was a lot to take, felix was obedient and took everything he was given. he didn’t even complain as changbin shoved himself in without warning.

he immediately snapped his hips forward, strong thrusts shoving felix against the desk each time. felix moaned, gripping the edge of the desk, and the sound only encouraged changbin to go faster, angling his hips in search of felix’s prostate. it took some effort, but he knew the moment he found it; felix’s legs turned to jelly and his body collapsed against the furniture in front of him as he let out a loud, feminine moan.

“f-fuck, changbin!” he cried, and his boss grabbed him by the chin.

“who?”

“m-master?”

“good boy.”

“master, please,” felix panted. “fuck, master, more.”

changbin was so close already from having his kink stimulated and pulled out just in time to stop, dragging felix over to the window.

“want your master to fuck you where anyone could see?” he whispered and felix immediately stepped up against the window.

“so obedient... but i want to see your face.”

the boy visibly gulped and turned around. changbin hoisted him up into his lap and, using the window to lean his back against, took to that position, which was the perfect angle to have felix screaming and crying his title.

the boy’s cheek was pressed up against the cold glass by changbin’s ringed hand, his hips slamming into it with every thrust as changbin held him in place by the upper thighs.

“you’re so fucking pretty,” he groaned. “wish i could have offered you this promotion earlier.”

“am i ge-getting the job?”

“as my personal sex slave?” his hand released felix’s face, moving down to grip his neck instead. “yes.”

felix grinned through the stomach flipping moans. “what w-will the job cons-sist o-of?”

“hm... every sunday morning i expect you to be at my door, waiting for me... on all fours in nothing but a collar.”

“a-am i go-oing to b-be your puppy?”

“yes,” changbin growled, squeezing felix’s neck tighter and making his eyes roll back. “master’s puppy.”

“f-fuck, i’m gonna... gonna c-cum,” felix breathed, nails pulling scratches down changbin’s back, and the boss grabbed onto his employee’s base to keep him from finishing. felix threw his head backward and practically screamed, trying to buck his hips into changbin’s hand.

“p-please, master, please, i’ve been s-so good, please l-let me cum-m, please...”

changbin pulled back and not-so-gently dropped felix onto the floor.

“beg.”

felix immediately got onto his knees and took changbin into his mouth, tongue working magic, and with every other pull back he popped off to say a desperate, “please.”

“fuck, felix...” changbin grabbed onto felix’s hair, pushing his hips forward and starting to fuck his throat. “so fucking good...”

felix rubbed himself against the floor, desperate for friction, but stopped every time he felt close to be obedient, and changbin absolutely ate it up.

“are you gonna cum, lixie? are you edging yourself for me?”

felix couldn’t do anything but moan in response and gasped for air as changbin pulled away, spit dripping from his mouth.

changbin tackled him onto the floor and licked all the saliva off of his face as he took them both into one hand, jacking them off together, and as changbin’s lips touched felix’s neck he came almost immediately. he let out a moan so high his voice cracked halfway through, his cum reaching his face, but changbin wasn’t quite done, and the boy kicked and tensed, body crazed as it was overworked.

“ch-h-angb-bin,” he cried. “m-mast-ter, a-ah!”

“i’m almost...” changbin grunted breathily, felix’s back arching off of the ground as his speed increased, but he came within seconds, finally ceasing his movements and allowing felix to rest.

“fuck,” he breathed, resting himself for a moment before getting to his knees and scooping felix up, carrying him to the couch and laying him down. “what a good employee, huh?”

“it’d make you a better boss if you’d let me take a nap here. preferably naked.”

“so i can stare at you instead of getting back to work?” he chuckled, brushing his thumb across felix’s bottom lip. “sounds good to me.”

[wallyaxiom]

lose you to love me

t a g g i n g → wally axiom, josh axiom, jim hawkins and him

t i m e  f r a m e → present

l o c a t i o n →  wally’s apartment

n o t e s → i guess this is sort of therapy for both wally and i to release a lot ??? that’s been held inside for sometime ??? like actually releasing it into the abyss and letting it stay there forever and stop dwelling on it. idk a tik tok told me to let go of things so here we are. anyways i’m in pain as per usual 

You p r o m i s e d the world and I fell for it I put you first and you adored it Set fires to my forest And y o u let it burn

Wally had been through a lot in his twenty five years of living on this earth. he had lived through wondering why his birth parents had given him up, believing he had never been good enough. He lived through being not good enough for the Axioms and his own parents at time. He lived through the BNL gang and the abuse Runt subjected him to. They had lived through so much pain and heartache that when he showed up Wally believed that he had finally been gifted their happily ever after. But all his dragons weren’t slayed. in fact, more appeared into his life because of said knight in shining armor. 

Wally didn’t allow themselves to think about it. Like most things in life, it was shoved into the back of his mind left there to wilt and eventually fade with everything else they wanted to forget. There was a lot there, perhaps it was too full that this was the reason why these memories in particular kept rearing their ugly head. The night of their fight, their divorce, the day everything he knew for years finally falling apart. Those familiar feelings still lingered within his body, tainting his soul the same way they did back then. Wally felt like he needed to take a bath in that instance or anytime he thought about it but he knew no matter how many times the water washed over skin he couldn’t scrub him out. Wally knew exactly what was spawning these exact thoughts. It was his dreams finally coming true. For the longest time Well felt as though he didn’t deserve to have them. No, he was left to rot in a gilded cage provided by his ex-husband. a cage that was built around false hopes, lies, manipulation and gaslighting. 

Their relationship wasn’t always like this. In the beginning it was actually magical. Wally fell head over heels for him. they were so young, naive and so desperate to be loved. He believed he had found a soulmate in this person - a forever. It felt so right. Everyone believed they were the perfect couple and maybe they were for a while but that public image wasn’t the truth behind close doors. even now people ask what went wrong because to someone on the outside looking in everything seemed so fine. if only they knew. 

currently, wally was sitting outside smoking a cigarette. He stopped smoking them when he was seventeen. They’d like to say it was for their health but it’s actually because he told him to stop because he didn’t like it. He told Wally to stop doing a lot of things they enjoyed because they didn’t coincided with what he liked or what he wanted wally to be. So, Wally was smoking this one out of spite because he could do it now without being reprimanded or deemed a bad person but fuck did this cigarette taste awful. He couldn’t finish the damn thing and ended up chucking it to the ground, stepping on it afterwards to extinguish it. A little too forcefully at that. Watching the smoke float from the ground, wally was reminded of a old friend. a friend who meant everything to them. they used to do things like this together. this friend was someone who was like a brother to wally and maybe he did develop some romantic feelings for them in the long run. maybe because he could be himself around this person when his boyfriend expected him to be this person he wasn’t. maybe he developed feelings for this person because they knew he hated their friendship. Maybe because there was a lack of trsut from the start so why not do what was being perceived? maybe Wally had been doing this out of spite to this person from the start without even knowing it. He was only seventeen at the time. he was a broken mess recovering from a lot. Honestly, Wally was on a path of self destruction at that age so the feelings could have stemmed from that as well. Regardless of where they came from his outlet was ripped away from him. The friendship wasn't ended on his terms. No, it was out of jealousy. But of course the friendship would still live on in gulting words from his husband. A constant reminder that was held over his head despite it happening years ago. A way to guilt him to get wally to things for his husband. and maybe wally would give him that one. They weren’t exactly in the right there but still the pattern of losing friends was something that continued until the once social butterfly had no one but him to turn to. 

❝ You wanna know why I stick around?  Because I thought things would change, how many times have to told you I didn’t like how things were going and you didn’t do a damn thing to change any of it, you go and make it worse. ❞

The biggest loss they probably suffered throughout that relationship was Eve. She had been there long before him but she didn’t get the chance to stay in Wally’s life. she was shoved out once the two had gotten together. Her name that once brought so much joy and love was tainted with anger and bitterness that didn’t necessarily stem from him. They were perfectly placed and soon festeresr into something that didn’t belong to wally but him because he expected wally to feel the same way about eve that he did. 

❝ Well now that you’ve come out and said it, I’m gonna have to agree with you, this relationship is pointless when you think about it.  I want to leave because I just need to get away, I’ve had enough of all the shit that happens here.  Yeah, thanks for telling me about Eve coming back, with me gone you can just go back to her like you’ve been wanting to ever since she left. ❞

❝ No I’m pretty sure you broke up with me, you made that painfully obvious by the way you talk.  Really, I should be asking you those questions, you shouldn’t be asking me them. ❞

❝ Wally, I should be the one who believes you, but I just can’t, the way you are with her, hell even the way you are with Jafar, I just can’t.  If you can remain close friends with an ex you either are still in love with them or never were, and it sure as hell isn’t the second one.  I was willing to die for you and I almost did and you repaid me by trying to kill yourself and this. I love you more than you could possibly imagine but it just feels pointless half the time because I know you’re torn. ❞

Wally was never torn. The moment he picked him his heart was set on him. Eve became an ex and old friend but apparently she couldn’t be anything to Wally so that’s when she became nothing. Someone who had been with him for years soon because nonexistent in his life. As for his attempted suicide? Well, that had nothing to do with him either. it came from life leaving him hollowed and broken but of course everything had to revolve around him. Anything that was remotely wally’s always came back to him. Nothing could ever just be his. The moment they said ‘I do’ suddenly they became this morphed being of just one human. Wally wasn’t allowed to be his own entity. they were his husband’s property and at times that’s what he felt like. an object. Their breath hitched in their throat as the phantom touches of him graced his, waist, his hips and then some. The pulling. The grasps. The glares at others whenever someone would get too close. The overprotectiveness that was perceived as love but really it was possessiveness. The way their relationship became too physical that wally felt like a piece of meat at times. objectified. The way he felt used. Their body used. Their entire being used for him. but when wally tried to express themselves he was labeled a slut. he was shamed. their son was brought into it as another guilting factor to hold over wally’s head and god forbid their son ever seen their parent in the light that he did. 

Josh.

It was the only good thing that came out of their years together. Joshua Matthew Axiom was the light of Wally’s life. Perhaps the rest of the love they had for one another was used for that sweet little boy. It wasn’t just Wally who was affected by the storm he made. Josh was left in the aftermath as well but Wally didn’t allow his son to feel like he wasn’t good enough or it was his fault. He didn’t blame his son for halting his dreams. He allowed his husband’s dreams to blossom while he waited in the wings waiting for his chance to finally make his own dreams come true but that’s impossible when you’re put in the place of a stay at home parent. Wally refused to let Josh be tainted by him the way he had tainted them. Josh was too pure, too perfect, and too good for this world to ever feel the way Wally had felt. He’d be damned if he allowed it to never happen. Josh was Wally’s one perfect thing. The one thing in life he felt he had gotten right. Being a parent gave them purpose. It gave them hope and a light he thought was long extinguished. He wanted to be better for his son. He needed to be better for his son and by doing that he had to finally face the problems he had buried deep within. 

❝ I might always have shit to do, but I’ve always found a way to make time for you, but you never let me do anything that didn’t benefit you outright. ❞

with heavy footsteps, wally led himself back into his apartment

❝ I guess this is all my fault because I tried to spoil my boyfriend and husband.  But none of it is ever enough is it?  You constantly took me away from my schoolwork and yes sometimes I could multitask, but you should’ve understood that sometimes I have other things that are important too, not just you. ❞.

They stood there in the doorway for a minute. Blinking those long lashes of his against his golden skin. He hadn’t realized he had been crying until he felt the dampness coat his lashes. 

❝ We will lose everything if I lose this, but whatever, apparently that’s not important. ❞

In that moment all the pain they had been harboring for a year finally released. he didn’t cry when they fought. he didn’t cry when he filed for divorce. he didn’t cry when he left. but right now a sob wracked through his body that left wally hunching onto the floor, folding into himself as he bawled his eyes out in a way he hadn’t in a long time. For years he believed it was his fault. That all of the problems stemmed from him. Maybe if he had been a better partner things would have been better but it took wally a year to realize there was nothing he could do to change his ex-husband. He needed to fix himself and wally couldn’t do it. Wally wouldn’t do it. He needed to heal himself and that’s what he was doing. Healing. 

Wally was covered in scars he did nothing to earn but maybe there was a lesson to be learned. A lesson of self worth, value and love. A much needed lesson that Wally needed to learn. he couldn’t keep being dependent on people and giving all of themselves to people who didn’t care nor deserve his kindness. As much as he wanted to hate him Wally couldn’t. He resented him, sure, but hate is something his tiny body was incapable of. He was someone who was easy to forgive. This time was different though. His ex wouldn’t get the satisfaction of knowing if he was ever forgiven.

Wally didn’t know how long he had been crying. They were still curled up into themselves when their heard small footsteps pad against the floor in their direction.

“Papa?” the soft, angelic voice called.

Wally’s head lifted instantly, his forearms wiping away any remnants of tears that stained his cheeks. “Hi, honey.” they spoke softly to their son. They opened their arms wide and on cue the five year old ran into their parents arm hugging him tight. Wally buried his nose into the soft tuff of brunette locks before him holding his son close. In that moment it was as if every bad feeling that had erupted from him soon faded into the abyss. He felt lighter holding his son there in his arms. 

“Why are you crying?” the child asked, his voice muffled from wally’s embrace.

“Oh, I was just thinking about somethings but i’m okay now. I promise.” Everything was okay now. it had been for a long time and Wally had to remind himself of that. The hard times were long behind him. A new chapter was waiting to be written but it couldn’t be if he kept dwelling in the past. 

“Why don’t we watch some movies, huh? i’ll make popcorn, a tent and everything.”

“Can we invite Jim?”

their heart stopped. fluttered even.

“yes, baby. we can invite Jim.”

he became even lighter at that. Wally didn’t jump back into dating. In fact, they were fine being on their own. they had to learn to be fine on their own instead of feeling the need to have someone give them love. He had to find it within himself first before he went searching for it in someone else. they he came skating into his life and flipped his entire world upside down. This solar flare that burned so brightly that left him blinded and breathless. Someone respectful, kind and wonderful. He felt too good to be true but Jim restored Wally’s faith. He didn’t fix wally. No, wally did that on his own. But Jim reminded him that he deserved someone who treated him like human. They weren’t together but Wally would be lying if he said he didn’t feel something for him. It wasn’t love just quite yet. There was no rush to fall in love this time. instead, Wally chose to enjoy every little moment and if it happened then it happened if it didn’t, well, he was happy to have Jim in his life to teach him another valuable lesson about self worth. 

They healing wasn’t done. it wouldn’t would end in that moment of release but it was a start. It was a start for Wally to move on and allow themselves to be happy for the opportunity to be given. To feel like they deserved this and so much more. To be happy with themselves in general and look at life with the glass half full again and not empty. The cage that once trapped him was long broken. He felt more integrated with people again. He felt safe to have friends once again and all of it felt all too amazing to even describe. Wally was starting to feel like the person who had stepped foot into Elias seven years ago. A wide-eyed wanderer who, yes, was a little ripped at the edges but still had so much hope and love to give. 

He was becoming Wally Axiom again and no one could take that away from them.

Not again.

#sp: intlutlm #tw. manipulation #tw. gaslighting #tw. abuse #tw. suicide mention #this took three hours to write lmfao

[askthetotallynotlosersclub]

write streddie being soft uwu

Stan: *is doing a puzzle like a quirky kid*

Richie: *is trying to help at said puzzle but failing*

Eddie: Richie you just took my piece!!

Richie: Well it was in the wrong spot!!

Stan: *doesnt pay attention bc P U Z Z L E Y U M Y U M*

Eddie: what do you mean?! It fit into the other ones!!!

Richie: No it didn’t!!

Stan: *almost finishes puzzle yum yum*

Eddie: DEAR LORD- IM SORRY STANLEY BUT THIS IDIOT DOESNT KNOW HOW PUZZLES WORK....but it looks very nice to *smiley boye and kisses his forehead*

Richie: *>:(* Edward bullies me

Stan: *finished puzzle :D* Look it’s done!!!

Eddie: awe that looks very nice Stanley!! And Richie you know I love you to death *kiss*

Richie: I feel unloved- let’s watch a movie, boyfriends

Stan: Can we watch a scary one?

Eddie: I swear you two hate me sometimes- *sits on the couch*

Stan: Nooooo *also sits on the couch* *cuddle part 1*

Richie: Eddie is literally a bully *sits next to edward* *leeches to boyfriends part 1 and 2*

Eddie: you guys know I hate scary movies! Last time I peed myself!!

Stan: It wasn’t even a scary movie-

Richie: It was scooby doo

Eddie: *crosses his arms* and?

Stan: You could just not watch the movie with us?

Richie: *puts on the hip movie uhh poltergeist yeah lmao that’s scary*

Eddie: okay peace out! *runs to his room*

Time: kachow

Richie: EDWARD

Stan: Eddieeeeeee

Eddie: *is sleeping in the other room*

Stan: *finds the b0y* *:0* *sits next to eduardo* *Q U I E T*

Richie: *:0 part 2* *plays with edward’s hair oop* *Q U I E T*

Eddie: *wakes up but is v v v tired* oh hi guys *yawn*

Richie: aloha *continues to play with edwards hair*

Stan: *stan* hi

Eddie: *is like half asleep* you know I love you guys

Stan: *uwu* *leeches to the eduardo* yeah we know

Richie: we love you too, dork

Eddie: *hugs the Stan and falls back asleep*

Stan: *sleep oclock*

Richie: *sleep oclock part 2*

Time: kachow

Rain: kapow

Eddie: *wakes up and it's dark out* Stanny?

Stan: *sl33p*

Eddie: hhhhhhh *sits up but cannot bc thy Roach*

Thunder: KACHOW

Rain: YEEHAW

Eddie: *screams bc of thy thunder*

Richie: *literally falls* FUCK

Stan: *awakens* What-??

Eddie: sorry guys- I'm not the best with thunder storms-

Thunder & Lightning: A

Richie: *roach* *hugs edward*

Stan: *hugs edward part 2*

Eddie: you guys are gonna suffocate me *giggly boye*

Richie: good *teehee giggly boye part 2*

Stan: noooo!! *giggly boye part 3*

Eddie: wow thanks Richie *kiss uwu*

Richie: yeahhh i’m tired- *sleep lmao* *also leech tho*

Stan: *pat* it’s really late

Thunder: ahaha H

Eddie: I know...I'll try to sleep

Stan: good! *kiss úwù* i’m going to sleep *sleep oclock*

Thunder: PENIS SAUCE

Eddie: *falls asleep cuddling the Stan*

Morning: peenids

Stan: *sleep sleep sleep*

Richie: *sleep sleep sleep*

Eddie: *is in the kitchen making breakfast* richie! Stanley!! Breakfast!!

Richie: *aWAKENS* F00D *falls into the kitchen ouchies* ouch

Stan: *awakens* *walks like a NORMAL PERSON* i’m tired *stan*

Eddie: *runs over to Richie* are you okay?

Richie: probably *ouchie there’s a bruise on his arm lmao* *s t an d*

Stan: you’re such an idiot

Eddie: yeah but he's our idiot *hugs the Richie from the side*

Richie: *kisses the edward uwu* thank you both for calling me an idiot

Stan: *hugs the b0yfriends* no problem idiot

Eddie: I love you guys so much but GOD DAMMIT THE EGGS ARE BURNT

Richie: you look like a burnt egg

Stan: don’t bURN THE HOUSE DOWN

Eddie: sit down on the couch or something- I'll have to remake breakfast

Stan: Alright *sits on the couch*

Richie: okay my guy *sits on the stan*

Eddie: Richie- you're going to crush Stan

Richie: too BAD

Stan: iM FINE-!

Eddie: I'm still confused about how you two like each other

Richie: *DRAMATIC GASP* Excuse you Stan loves me!

Stan: I do that’s a fact right there

Eddie: I'm so offended

Stan: Dont burn the house down, Eddie

Richie: *l33ch*

Eddie: I won't burn the house down, breakfast is done! Come eat before it gets cold

Richie: *l e a p s off stan and goes to the kitchen 😔👊*

Stan: *stans into the kitchen*

Eddie: *gets his own breakfast and sits on the couch*

Richie: *gets f00d and sits on the coffee table*

Stan: *gets f00d and sits next to edward* Rich, what the hell are you doing

Eddie: richie what the actual hell- *picks him up and puts him on the couch*

Richie: nooooo *goes back on the coffee table*

Stan: right, okay- can we go to the zoo today?? i want to see the bIRDS

Eddie: sure Stan- we can go see the birds

Stan: cool!!

Richie: can we get food there teehee

Eddie: sure Richie! And Stan I cant wait to Christmas so like *gives him a pet bird*

Stan: IT’S SO CHONKY *B I R D*

Richie: thats a sexy bird- where the fuck did you get money, Eds?

Eddie: I've been saving it up!

Richie: nice job, my guy

Stan: *birdbirdbirdbird* *:D*

Eddie: *kisses the Stan*

Stan: *kisses the edward*

Richie: ewww get a room

Eddie: you guys have literally made out on front of me before

Stan: you WATCHED??

Richie: ewwww eddie watches porn

Eddie: what!? No! I was watching tv

Stan: how did you know then?? we were like- in the other room??

Richie: no we weren’t dumbass

Eddie: it seems like every time I kiss one of you and other one makes fun of me!

Richie: calm yourself my guy *kisses the edward owo*

Stan: what he said minus the my guy part *kisses the edward after roach*

Eddie: hhhhhhhhhh *hugs the roach from the side*

Richie: *leeches to the edward* your hair is soft

Stan: include me you dorks *also leeches*

Eddie: watch me fall asleep again-

Stan: you better not because then I’ll fall asleep

Richie: and I’d get time alone and who wants that ew

Eddie: *yawns*

Richie: *kisses the edward’s forehead* wow what a cutie

Stan: I know right?

Eddie: stop it *hides under a blanket*

Stan: noooo come back *s natches edward*

Richie: *:(*

Eddie: *is in the Stans lap now*

Richie: *kisses the stanley and the edward*

Stan: *hugs the b0ys*

Eddie: *kisses the Stan for like 2 minutes*

Stan: *O W O* *y e e h a w*

Richie: gET A ROOOOM

Eddie: STANLEY WHY

Stan: *red intensifies* i don’t know-

Richie: HAHA GAY

Eddie: *v v v v v red boye* i-

Richie: you two are cowards, if i was in stan’s position right now you’d have to go to the doctor from all the bruises

Stan: *GAY PANIC*

Eddie: R-ICHIE)!!-

Richie: I’m just telling the truth

Stan: *red x28338383*

Eddie: *yeehaw to the Stan* I'm sorry-

Stan: *AHHH* *R E D*

Richie: god get a room this is classified as porn

Eddie: oh shush Rich *kiss uwu*

Richie: *Y E E H A W BR O* rekt amirite

Stan: *dYing*

Eddie: Richieeeeeee *hides and hugs him*

Richie: *hugs the stanley and the edward* you two are nerds

Stan: *red flavor*

Eddie: *cuddles up to the Richie* cold

Richie: *plays with eduardo’s hair heehaw*

Stan: *sleeps bc this is too much red is bad*

Eddie: *falls asleep with the Stan*

Richie: *also sleep heehee*

Phone: kachow my guy

Stan: ughhh *awakens to answer the phone*

Eddie: Stanny what's wrong?

Stan: shhhh phone call *answer phone* oh hi *phone talk*

Eddie: okay...*goes back to sleep*

Stan: *phone talk for an hour wtf* ok bye *phone hang up* *lays back down with the b0yfriends*

Eddie: Stanleyyyyyyy *lays on top of him*

Stan: oh- hi- *holds the edward and the roach’s hands bc owo*

Richie: *probably fuckimg— hibernating*

Eddie: *gives him a kiss but he's like v tired*

Stan: I’m tired bbbye *sleep oclock*

Eddie: *falls asleep on the Stan*

Later o’clock: hola

Richie: *awakens to make a grilled chhhheese*

Stan: *sleep?*

Eddie: *still sleep on stan*

Richie: *sits next to the b0ys and eat a good and cool sandwich* *uwu energy*

Stan: *aWAKENS*

Eddipe: *nuzzles the stan in his sleepp*

Stan: *pat pat* what time is it?

Richie: how should i know? we slept all day though, it’s dark again

Eddie: *wakes up but is very sleepy* huh

Richie: *s andwich* look who finally woke up

Stan: *quiet clapping*

Eddie: oh shush *nuzzle uwu*

Richie: *cough cough* gAy *cough cough*

Stan: you’re literally our boyfriend shut up

Eddie: I'll attack you with affection young man *jump on the rouch*

Richie: OH SHIT *falls over ouch* *giggly boye teehee*

Stan: *witnesses*

Eddie: *is on top of the roach behind the couch*

Richie: wow this is pretty gay

Eddie: oh so you don't like me being on top of you?

Richie: no, i’d rather be on top of you *teehee kiss owo*

Eddie: *big blush man*

Richie: *yeehaw x22*

Eddie: Stan helppppppppppp

Bev: *walks in* OH JEEZ

Stan: Hi bev- theyre fucking don’t mind them

Richie: nO WE ARENT

Eddie: *runs and jumps on Bev* HI BEV

Bev: HI EDDIE! IM STEALING YALLS BOYFRIEND

Richie: shit dude don’t do that *stAnds*

Stan: nooooo

Bev: oh- I came over here to ask you guys if you wanted to come to the mall with me! I got my driver's license very early for some reason but yeah!

Stan: Oh sure!!

Richie: bro the fuckimg mALL?

Bev: yes the mall idiot!! Okay who wants to carry this thing *points to eddie*

Richie: I don’t know I think he should walk beside the car, honestly

Stan: hmmm maybe

Eddie: wow yall are so nice

Stan: oh shut up we love you

Richie: accurate

Eddie: *puts on his purse (bev got him it) and runs out the door* GET IN LOSERS WE'RE GOING SHOPPING!!

Bev: I TAUGHT HIM THAT

Richie: what the hell why

Stan: uHHHH

Bev: JUST HURRY UP LETS GO!! YALL BETTER NOT GET NOSEBLEEDS BECAUSE IM WARNING YOU, EDDIE LIKES FOREVER 21

Stan: oh god- *car*

Richie: fucking christ *car*

-at the mall-

Eddie: WHERE ARE WE GOING FIRST

Bev: i dont know- Hooters?

Richie: I’m gay

Stan: I’m also gay

Bev: Yeah okay but they have good wings-

Eddie: oh I have a friend that works here! We can get free wings

Richie: is it your mom? i want to see her working at hooters

Stan: no what the fuck rich

Eddie: Richie-!!

Richie: what i’m just telling the truth

Stan: oh my god

Eddie: *holds Stans hand*

Stan: *:D*

Richie: *insect*

Eddie: *kisses the Stans cheek*

Homophobic couple: we. That's just not right! You boys are way too young

Stan: *>:”0*

Richie: eXCUSE YOU don’t INSULT my BOYFRIENDS *>:(*

Homophobic couple: there's 3 of you?? A couple is only 2 people, a boy and a girl! And that short one already looks like a girl so I guess it's fine

Richie: I will fuckign fight you *>:(*

Stan: no richie calm down *holds back the roach lmao*

Eddie: SHUT THE HELL UP! THIS FANNYPACK IS STYLISH

Richie: iT MAKES YOU LOOK HOT

Stan: Richard calm yourself good lord

Homophobic couple: ugh whatever *pushes the Eddie and walks away*

Eddie: oh well *flips his imaginary long hair*

[dykedteach]

okay here we go, episode 2 second watch

(I think this is my longest liveblog I’ve done, but then again I feel like this is the most emotional a tv episode has made me since I finished Black Sails so like?)

so uhhh they’re really gonna hide all the valuable people in the crypts huh, they’re really following through on that

“women and children first” to DIE??? I M EAN

i’ve been thinking about this non stop since i first watched the ep and my growing dread is nigh unstoppable, if i had any doubts that the winterfell dead might rise, their whole repeated thing of “everyone will be safe down there” shot them straight down

i’m lowkey annoyed we missed out on what would have been an incredibly awkward introduction scene between jaime and literally everyone, but i’m glad his “trial” didn’t drag out

i want sam’s opinion on dany’s bloodthirst vis a vis avenging her father BC LIKE????

“i’d do it all again” honey be QUIET 

L O Y A L T  Y 

loyalty

l      o   yal     t e  a

lmao daenerys’ look of anger and disgust at brienne hopping to jaime’s defense alone makes me want her dead tbh

sansa being a better strategist, ruler, negotiator, and peacekeeper than both of her parents combined, is my weakness tbh

also He R  aRmOuR drESs !!!!! what a LOOK! 

d: “what does the warden of the north say about it?” j: [has dissociated solidly through the past six hours, is only now just realising it’s daylight and he’s in the great hall] uhhhhhhhhhhhh cool i guess?

tyrion finally breathing after daenerys lets jaime live is ridiculously endearing, i love the brothers’ relationship so much

baeworm death-glaring jaime is also ridiculously endearing tbh

i dig the gendarya love theme, i do i do i do

everyone keeps saying that the fact they had sex means one of them will die next ep but honestly? out of all the non jonerys pairings (missandei/greyworm, sam/gilly, jaime/brienne) i think they’re most likely to live through the battle, and the fact they have their own theme makes me doubt as well that they’ll end next episode

that poor guy who got in the way of arya and gendry’s dragonglass throwing foreplay, so close yikes

i can’t believe that out of everyone who bran has been weird to, jaime was the one to take his weird shit best

“how do you know there is an afterwards?”           sd;kjlas

djkasljdak;lsd

                        asjd;lsakdla;sd

        bran

                               bran stop

   please be fuckin w us bran

this brotherly love scene is great and it hurts me to think it might be their last solo scene

although the way they keep talking about how sure they are they’ll die....idk? and with bronn on the way with his crossbow? to have both, or either, die at winterfell with the battle seems a waste. plus, one of them needs to be the valonqar so?

i’d be satisfied seeing a dead tyrion rip cersei apart though, i’ll admit that

JAIME GAZING AT BRIENNE INSTEAD OF LISTENING TO HIS BROTHER

pod has come so far in his fighting i love him so much i love brienne’s proud mama expression hes. he’s 100% going to die. for sure. 

“we have never had a conversation that’s lasted this long without you insulting me, not once” KJASDKLASJDKALSJDALKSD 

“i came to winterfell because...” Y OU LOVE HER DUMBASS

i still ship jorah with dany more than jon, fight me

i love the confirmation that all the bad blood between them is under the bridge, i love that he convinced her to make peace with tyrion and sansa, i love that he’s made peace with tyrion taking up his position, made peace with his house, with his relationship with his father...........

he’s absolutely toast and i hate it.

he’s going to die for dany with one last “khaleesi” and it’s going to break my heart

“we have other things in common” yeah you both have jon in your immediate family trees lmao

i’m confused by the “someone taller” comment, who’s she talking about? everyone else hurt her or betrayed her at some point. is it barristan? is it baeworm? it should be baeworm

ok so. i don’t need or want sansa to end up with anyone. 

that said

if it had to be a man

my heart almost jumped out of my chest when she and theon hugged, i didn’t expect her to get this emotional at all, shit i didn’t expect MYSELF to get this emotional

HER TEARS

THEY BOTH NEED HUGS IM GLAD THEY GET HUGS

soup dad can’t die i forbid it

let’s talk about gilly for a second, how far she’s come, from a scared abused girl to a strong, caring, confident woman and mother, i’m so emotional please protect her

DAVOS ADOPTING CHILDREN LEFT RIGHT AND CENTRE

THE SHIREEN THEME PLAYING OVER THAT BIT IM ASJDKASDJ

i’m super surprised edd and beric survived the hearth, i thought there would be more of a fight there

LITTLE CROW

i know people crack ship them, but like, they’d almost be better suited than jon and daenerys

while i adore the idea of theon making amends for taking winterfell from bran by defending winterfell and protecting bran from the night king, i know in my heart that all it’s going to result in is a very dead theon (and probably a dead bran)

why do i feel like while well intentioned, having dragons near the godswood is.....a mistake

i’d love for bran and tyrion to both survive, i’d love to see them talk more as equals because they’re so similar intellectually (i know they had scenes when bran was a kid, but that doesn’t count)

missandei and greyworm are too good and pure for this earth, i want them to leave, i want them to go to naath and never come back, i want them to find a little house by the water and eat fruits and find missandei’s family and take in some stray children, some street cats to lay lazily on the stones of their porch, maybe missandei teaches the children of their village every morning under the rising sun, maybe greyworm becomes a tradesman, makes shoes or ale or binds books for the locals, they grow old and content together and the children they took into their home, now grown adults with their own children, bury them side by side underneath carved stones, i want them more than almost anyone to have a happy ever after because if anyone deserves it it’s those two

but there are dreams that cannot be

and greyworm is almost certain to die next episode

maybe missandei too, but i’m not sure

until then, i will live in my fantasy.

i love my nights watch boys, i love that they talk about grenn and pyp, i miss those lads

sam being the playful, banter-full, confident guy he is, i love him so much i’m so happy for him he better fucking survive (and maybe become lord of horn hill who knows? he has a wife and a son so ? 

honestly the idea of tywin knowing jaime and tyrion are defending winterfell is so wonderful

ha ha h ah ah  ah h a i love tyrion and jaime so much that i. i forget. temporarily. about tyrion’s first wife

brienne stopping pod from drinking and then tyrion just.......fuckin pouring a large one out for the lad

please, let him drink, it’ll be his last

davos is such an old man i love him

jaime looking between brienne and tormund with amusement is the best thing ever

davos’ concern over ten year old tormund hopping into bed with a giant is incredible. dad mode. always on dad mode.

hound’s not gonna die yet, not until cleganebowl, he’s safe next ep for sure. so he’s allowed to be a grumpy old git for a bit

beric is straight up gonna die tho

“might as well be at a bloody wedding” g o d i dont like that foreshadowing

beric is so cheery and amicable im gonna miss him

i’m so glad that they gave arya agency, and a sweet, un-sexploited, in-character sex scene, there’s so few really good sex scenes in this show and i’m glad she got one of them

(no matter how long i spent the first time around watching through my fingers and cringing, i KNOW she’s an adult and maisie is an adult but god she’s still such a kid in my eyes)

as soon as the gloves started coming off i screamed

he is a sweet sweet boy and i wouldn’t want my murdering badass fave to be with anyone else

i appreciate them showing her scars as part of it, i can’t quite put my finger on why but it was nice to see that

i feel like once i get over the weirdness of like, “hey that’s arya”, it’s probably one of the hotter sex scenes in the series? just for passion and use of consent and stuff

i can’t even begin to elaborate on how perfect brienne’s scene is

it’s immediately one of my favourite scenes in the whole show, i honestly don’t have the words

it’s better than any marriage vows that have been taken in the whole series, and to see brienne proud and happy is just...incredible.

the mormont scene i wanted!!!

this is such a touching scene between two of my faves, i want jorah and sam to be pals forever but i know its just....not happening

the fact that sam starts in the crypt but i know he ends up on the battlefield is....concerning to say the least

god. that song. that song is everything

im too in my feelings to care about jonerys, sorry

i can genuinely believe that jon loves her, and doesn’t care about the iron throne or any titles really for that matter. but the other way around? i’m not so sure.

ok so my survival list: dany, jon, sansa, tyrion

everyone else is at risk please pray for me

oh also i bought the download of Jenny and already cried to it three times this evening, so the credits are making it a round four

#laura watches game of thrones #this took me...two hours? to compile?

[yoosungimagines]

Omg I'm so glad you made this tumblr! Uuuuh. I've got a request: imagine Yoosung finding out that the MC is a few years older than him (either before they have even met and he's developing feelings or when they're already a couple)? Hope it's not too much I'm asking for ;-;

took way too long to finish I’m sorry!! This is fairly long cause well, oops? i’m dramatic haha

also i made it so they’ve met but they’re not a couple i’m sorry if that’s not what you want aaaaa

this is actual trash i’m sorry

Rating: PG13

“Say, Seven, I’m not what they call a…”

Your voice was sheepish as you spoke into the phone, your eyes resolutely trained onto the ceiling and away from Seven’s picture displayed on your phone. There was an expression of defeat mixed with pure embarrassment on your face and your grimace would’ve made for a fun blackmail picture for the redhead.

“A what?”, he drawls teasingly, and you can practically feel the mischievous smirk on his stupid face. “Spit it out ______. I won’t know what you’re trying to say until you say it clearly.”

You wanted to slap him, but alas, his cheek was too far from the palm of your hand. “A-A,” you take a deep breath. Your next words come out in a high-pitched squeak, your fingers clenching around the fabric of your shirt. “A c-cougar!” Your eyes squeeze tightly and your hands fly up to cover your reddened face, a loud stuttering groan of embarrassment leaving your lips.

Seven’s hysterical laughter fills the room, making your ears bleed; you knew putting him on speakerphone was a bad idea! “Oh my god!”, he spits through his giggles. “I can’t believe- haha! A-A cougar- HAHAHA!” You groan again and the urge to hide yourself under the sheets have never been stronger.

“Shut up Seven!”, you cry, his laughs growing in volume at the sound of your suffering. After what feels like forever, his laughter slowly starts to subside, but you can still hear his small giggles between his panting breaths.

“Wh-Why do you ask? What makes you think you’re a c-cou-”, he snorts and you can hear a loud BANG. “C-Cougar-HAHA!” You roll your eyes in exasperation and you consider hanging up on the redhead. He obviously isn’t much help now. Laughing at you isn’t going to do anything for your crippling sanity.

“If you’d just stop laughing, I’d actually tell you.”

“O-Okay, okay, lemme just,” he pants, chuckling under his breath. “Calm myself down… Hooooo~ I can’t breathe.”

“I wish you’d stop breathing.”, you mutter bitterly and he snorts again.

“So cruel ______! I thought we were friends!”, his dramatic yell does nothing but annoy you even further and you tell him so, resulting in another heartbreaking shout.

“Seriously Seven, am I one or not?” His pondering hum makes you nervous and you pull the fabric of your bedsheets taut between your fingers. “You’re gonna have to explain to me why you think you’re a cougar first ______,” he says. Your mouth twists, displeased. “Because personally, I haven’t seen you do anything ‘cougar-like’ in the chatroom.”

You muster up the loudest, most tired sounding sigh you could make and you hear him chortle in amusement. “My friends joke around a lot. About me being a cougar and all,” you explain reluctantly, letting the silk in your grasp fall from your fingers. You instead pick at the stitches in your shirt, a worried lilt in your voice as you speak. “You know how I’m one of the oldest members in the RFA? I told my friends that and well, yeah…” The way your voice trails off is suspicious to say the least, as if you were hiding something from Seven.

“That still doesn’t explain why they think you’re a cougar. You do know what that word means, don’t you? It means to be sexually interested in younger men,” he rattles off, so casually that you wonder if anything can embarrass Seven. Then, his voice turns into something mischievous. “So? Who’s the lucky guy?”

Your flustered sputtering confirms his accusation. Mortified, you turn your body and bury your face into a pillow, your shrill screaming muffled. “______?”, you hear. “______, c’mon it’s not bad to be interested in someone younger than you. And knowing you, you’re probably not interested in just sex, right?” You squeal at the lewd word, pulling another chuckle from him.

Eventually, you turn your head away from the pillow, inhaling to calm your nerves. “Yoosung…”, you breathe out.

“What about Yoosung?”

“Th-The guy I’m interested in… It’s Yoosung.”

“…”

Your teeth snags onto your bottom lip when a lengthy silence comes from the other end. “S-Seven? You there?”, you ask, voice shaky. “I know it’s weird bu-”

“HOLY SHIT!”, you wince from the scream Seven emits. “HAHAHAHAHA YOU LIKE YOOSUNG?! DAMN ______! I DIDN’T KNOW YOU WERE INTO COLLEGE BOYS! HAHAHAHAHA!”

“I hate you, I hate you so much,” you hiss into the phone. “Laugh one more time and I’m keying your cars!”

He chokes on his laughs, struggling to plead with you through hacking coughs. “W-Wait ______! Let’s be reasonable here!” Seven’s frantic tone in his hoarse voice brings a smug smile on your face. “My babies don’t deserve this! Take me instead! Please!”

You haven’t your rolled your eyes this hard since… Well, ever. “Will you just-! Help me?!”, you huff, the desperation clear even through the annoyance in your voice. “I… I really like him and I don’t want him to be creeped out when he finds out that I’m like 6 years older than him.” You cringe at the thought, heart aching at the image of Yoosung’s face twisting in disgust.

“You mean you haven’t even told him your age?”, Seven asks softly. He sighs, clearly disappointed in you. “______… Yoosung won’t be creeped out.”

“How do you know that?”

“Have you not figured out what type of stuff this boy’s into? Trust me, you’re fine ______. Just tell him. It won’t change his feelings for you at all.”

“His feelings? For me?”

His chuckle feels more reassuring now, the slightest bit of confidence seeping into you from the deep sound.

“He likes you too ______. Probably way more than you think he does.”

-

“And then he shouts at me for not getting the item in time! Like, how was I supposed to get it when I was literally carrying his sorry butt?!”

Yoosung’s whiny rants were nothing but adorable to you. Admittedly, you were a little disappointed that the only reason he invited you over was to vent, but Yoosung is Yoosung and you’re weak.

You sink into the comfy couch, head lolling to the side to watch as he talks animatedly about his LOLOL raids, hands flailing about and lilac eyes alight with passion.

It’s been a week since your… Enlightening conversation with Seven and it’d be a lie to say it hasn’t been crossing your mind ever since. In fact, it’s concerning just how much you keep thinking about it. Every waking hour - in the shower, while you eat, while you work - it refuses to leave your head.

“He likes you too ______. Probably way more than you think he does.”

If what Seven had said was true, then…

You wet your lips nervously as Yoosung stops his babbling, your silence concerning him. “______? Are you okay?” His eyes peer deep into yours, worry shining in his hues. His pretty pink lips were pulled into a frown. You want to kiss it off of him.

‘He likes you too…’

‘Just tell him.’

‘It won’t change his feelings for you at all.’

.

.

.

“I’m 27!”, you blurt.

Oh.

Oh shit.

“Wait- Shit! Fuck! I didn’t mean to-!” With a loud, excruciatingly painful groan, you bury your flaming red face into your hands. You hadn’t meant to admit it so abruptly! Stupid Seven!

You can hear Yoosung shift next to you, his movements making you even more anxious. “Uhm,” he finally says. “Well, I’m 21…?” You can hear the question in his voice and you groan even more in embarrassment. Great, now you confused him…

“______? C’mon, tell me what’s wrong!” Yoosung’s hands reach out to grip at your wrists, his touch sending electric shocks up your spine. His thumb rubs soothing circles into your skin, each stroke shooting an arrow through your heart. “You know you can tell me anything right?”

You quiver under his stare, teeth latching onto and chewing your bottom lip to shreds. “My friends,” you manage to choke out, averting your gaze. His wide violet eyes were not good for your sanity. “My friends were teasing me… A-About how I’m a cougar.”

“A cougar?” He cocks his head in confusion. “What’s that?”

You want to D I E.

“Well you see Yoosung, when a woman loves a young man very very much…”

His eyebrows furrow. “So you’re telling me, you love someone and your friends are teasing you about it?”

“W-Well yeah, but the thing is he’s… He’s way younger than me and they just like to joke about that.” Yoosung looks strangely conflicted now, eyes downcast and mouth a thin line; it’s worrying. “Yoosung…?”

“Who is it?”, he asks, painfully hushed.

You could only stare at the blonde, confusion clear in your eyes. “What do you mean?”

“Who’s the guy?” He looks as if someone had stabbed him, betrayal and sadness embedded in his violet hues. “Who’s the guy you… you l-love?”, he practically spat out the word.

A sudden, dawning realization falls upon you and wow holy shit I’m an idiot. Yoosung was jealous. Kim Yoosung was JEALOUS.

You couldn’t help the smile that split across your face and you shake your head at the ridiculousness of it all. “Yoosung,” you laugh, reaching out to cup his face in your hands, pressing your foreheads together. “His name’s Kim Yoosung.”

You watch his expression transition from hopeless to shock to finally, glee. “M-Me?”, he sputters, his cheeks a beautiful red. “You love me?”

Your nod had him beaming up at you, your heart stuttering at the sight. He places his hands atop of yours, staring into your eyes with adoration. “I love you too.” he sighs, pretty lips curved into a dopey smile. He leans in to press a kiss to your nose and you nearly cried from how precious he was.

“Kiss me properly.” You grin when you see how flustered he’s become, puckering your lips to tease him even more. Warm lips capture your own in a tender kiss and you hum, pleased with his boldness.

He pulls away to kiss your cheek, then along your jaw and up to your ear, your little gasps fueling his actions. His warm breath against your skin send shivers down your spine, your ears a bright red.

“You know,” he sighs, his hands sliding down to take ahold of your hips, tugging you closer. “If you were a cougar, I wouldn’t mind if you pounced on me.”

#yoosung #kim yoosung #yoosung kim #mystic messenger #mystic messenger imagines

[freshberries]

um thinkfast and.... all of them..... but mostly 1 3 13 & 20 because all of them is a lot

Willow you know me so well

This ones a long one boys

Who is the most affectionate?

I like to believe that once they have settled down into their relationship, that Tommy has learned better ways of coping besides running, so, for me it’s Tommy, he loves David with all his heart he really does, and tbh big fucking kin.

Most common argument?

I’m stuck between arguing over Tommy eating healthier (Listen as much as Tommys gotten better with cooking, if given the opportunity, he will binge on fast food like crazy, and David’s in the background like “Tommy please the SODIUM”) and David overworking himself (”Babe its 3AM, you can do the taxes later come back to bed”) 

Either way it comes from a place of love and concern for the other because they are both HEAD OVER HEELS IN L O V E WITH EACH OTHER AND IM SOBBING.

Who reaches for the other’s hand first?

First time they’ve held hands period its David, but in general? I’d say its an equal amount once the relationship settles down

With David, sometimes he notices Tommy’s stressed and needs grounding or he himself needs an anchor. He probably used to have a stress ball but finds this works better and also makes him like, ten times happier

Tommy doesn’t do it when they first start dating, being afraid of showing affection and all, but like one day Tommy is just like “fuck it” and grabs onto his hand and David turns to him with the BIGGEST HEART EYES cause he LOVES HIM and Tommy starts doing it more often from there, and David never stops with the heart eyes cause hes literally gone for Tommy and would go to the moon and back for him, you know how it is.

What do their family/friends think of their relationship?

I’m not counting Mary and Frank Shepard cause fuck those losers

Christopher and Dorothy Alleyne love Tommy cause like Tommy is one of the few people that can get David to stop working himself to an early grave (other include America, Nori, and Kim), but yeah they love Tommy a lot.

Christopher seems a lot like a football playing dad from what I remember of him so I imagine one day while David and Tommy decided to visit the family Christopher just turns to Tommy and goes “Wanna go outside and play some catch, son” and Tommy is like surprised for a second, but like accepts because David and Dorothy are catching up and ✨ father son bonding time ✨.Tommy even tries not to use his powers (sometimes fails cause he has a lot of energy and that’s okay) and they end up having a lot of fun, they make it a thing to do whenever they visit

Tommy learns that David got his love for jazz from his mother when he catches her cleaning while humming a song playing on the radio, he starts to help her clean and ends up humming with her because it just so happens that David loves this song and he sometimes sings it while doing taxes like a loser. They end up just dancing in the living room and when David goes to check on them after he and his dad finish cooking and cleaning the kitchen, he ends up leaning against a wall watching them cause his life is SO PERFECT right now and he wouldn’t trade it for the world.

Kim and Tommy meet and its half chaos half calm. Kim shares the dirt she has on David and David just groans the entire time but Tommy’s just laughing cause oh my god, were you really a duck for your first Halloween? David stop putting your head in your hands you look cute please I love you.

Tommy loves kids though so even though she’s like, at very least a teenager, he loves spending time with her and she thinks Tommy’s totally a blast. That can sometimes he bad because sometimes things turn out to be flammable and that’s not good. But yeah, she loves Tommy and loves bullying David about how in love David is with Tommy but David doesn’t care because he loves his little sister and he loves Tommy and likes knowing she approves of their relationship (not that he ever though his family wouldn’t, they took the mutant thing well, I don’t think their son being bi changes much for them.)

Rebecca and Jeff Kaplan don’t care cause Tommy is literally soul twins with their son, being bi isn’t more surprising than that. Additionally, I don’t think they would care about Tommy being bi if they didn’t care about Billy being gay? Either way they are real chill about it. Rebecca offers David banana muffins whenever David and Tommy come to visit the them, idk why she just likes making muffins. Jeff Kaplan kinda isn’t real to me at times so idk what hes doing, probably reading a newpaper as Rebecca and David make polite conversation like they’re at a book club of some shit. Tommy’s probably playing with the younger kids cause, once again, he loves kids. Also he might have accidentally set something on fire again, he really doesn’t mean to do it it just happens sometimes.

Wanda is really happy Tommy and David are happy together, and she loves David, but she sometimes worry's that he doesn’t like her because of everything that happened with M-Day, so after a while they have to talk about it. The thing with that is that, David will never forget that day, forget how 40 of his friends died, how he should have died, how he lost his mutation, M-Day haunts him, and it will never completely stop haunting him. But things get better, at least a little bit. David gets his memories back, he learns how to deal with his trauma, mutant kind becomes a little less endangered, and sometimes if he wakes up in the middle of the night because of nightmares, being around Tommy helps.

M-Day will always haunt David, but things get a bit better for him. He understands why Wanda was so upset, it doesn’t change what she did, but he understands, and knows shes trying to make up for it. So David basically explains that to her and they are good and can have like, a conversation since they now both have their peace. Wanda would defiantly offer to restore David’s powers, but tbh I’m not sure whether he’d accept it or not, I’m already so off track anyways so I can talk about that at a later date.

Pietro is kinda like Kim but instead he bullies Tommy about how much he loves David, its typical family teasing though, he loves his nephew and his nephews boyfriend.

I ALMOST FORGOT MAGNETO. They are super fucking chill with it cause all mutants are gay, he’s the OG gay mutant and he’s happy his children and grandchildren are carrying on Magnetos Gay Legacy™️ and that’s that, period point blank.

Billy and David are fucking chill and I’ll demolish ANYONE who says otherwise, but Billy does give David the shovel talk. Besides the shovel talk, Billy is happy for his brother and his friend and really wishes the best for them.

Teddy and David are also fucking chill and I’ll fight anyone on this fact too. Teddy kinda gives David a high five because Teddy’s a chad and that’s the only way he knows how to express emotion. But its kinda like a “Cool! So we’re kinda like brothers now!” high five and David understands his friend is just trying to be supportive.

Kate just kinda fucking, yells, she a chaotic bi that’s just how it works. She’s basically really happy for them and since Kate and Tommy gossiped to each other about their crushes back when they thought it wasn’t reciprocated (as best friends do) and she’s like really happy things worked out for the both of them.

America smirks and looks her platonic soulmate (David) and is like “You finally asked him out? Good job” and like pats him on the back because they lived with each other in college and while he doesn’t drink often, lets just say when he does drink, David is a sappy drunk gay. Internally she’s like, very much crying because, oh my god? Davids so happy and she’s so happy her friend is happy. Shes an emotional gay she just likes to pretend shes not and that’s fucking valid.

Loki just kinda, has a realization about it. About why David literally spent two weeks tracking the young avengers down, about what David meant when he said he’s into good guys. Loki’s a chaos demon so they just kinda let out an “ohhhh” and turn to Tommy and say “I would’ve made the same choice buddy.” and like, disappear. They’re happy for their friends of course but their love of starting shit wins out.

Noh just kinda shrugs, he doesn’t care of course but he also doesn’t care enough to really react, he might say something like “good job” cause hes dumb but that’s about it

Eli would come back to visit the young avengers while David and Tommy are well into their relationship, so he’d kinda just be surprised by how calm Tommy looks and he and David would get along very well, considering they are both leaders by heart. Eli starts to visit more often after that first visit, its one of the main reasons David and Tommy always have a guest room set up now.

Cassie is kinda just like “Another brother, sweet” and rolls with it. Totally loves asking Tommy for updates on their relationship because Tommy could talk forever about how much he loves David, it makes her happy knowing her brother is happy.

There are so many of the New X-Men I can’t name like all of them but I’ll get through the ones I remember. If I don’t name one of your faves just assume they approve because all the x-men are gay anyways and everyone loved David so its not like someone would like, fight him or anything.

Josh is really chill with Tommy, and he tells Tommy about all the adventures they’ve had (Tommy lowkey freaks at the time David got his heart ripped out but hes fine now! its okay don’t worry I made him a new one!). Josh and David of course need to catch up though and Tommy sometimes just watches David as they talk because he can tell David is really happy talking to his best friend.

Nori and Tommy aren’t awkward, cause fuck that shit they’re adults now and David and Nori totally talked shit out. Instead Nori and Tommy just kinda laugh at David cause like, you totally have a thing for speedsters David, don’t even pretend.

Julian and Tommy are equally chaotic so they run around doing dumb shit while Davids talking to the new students.

Santos reaction is kinda funny cause hes like, wait, YOUR IN THE YOUNG AVENGERS NOW? AND YOUR DATING ONE OF THE YOUNG AVENGERS? And David totally wasn’t there for that conversation where Santo found out about the young avengers and now Santo really wants to meet Teddy for some reason and Tommy looks to David for an explanation but he’s just as confused.

Cess, Sooraya, and Laura are in the same boat of “I’m happy your happy” since I don’t remember them being too too close to David but I know at the very least that they were friends, and they would be happy that David got someone that could get him to relax, even just for a little bit.

Sorry this took so long Willow, I got off topic a little bit but I tried my best.

#vic: ask #tommyspeeds #marvel #its a long one boys #ooc at times #but 100% gay

[katanahime]

Revue Starlight Liveblog Part 12: Episode 6 Part 4

Overture: Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 3 Anime: Part 4 | Part 5 | Part 6 | Part 7 | Part 8 | Part 9 | Part 10 | Part 11

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Wrapping up episode 6 with this one! Hope this more divided way has been better for people reading.

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Kat in the theater basement05/30/2019

SNORTS

Pumpkin Pieman05/30/2019

She's trying her best. Mostly. Also:

Kat in the theater basement05/30/2019

Yep Now the question is, is she actually fully awake? Or did she wake up in preparation, get the helmet on and wait and fall asleep sitting like that? Because that'd be hilarious

Also

THEY

the revcord modding team05/30/2019

I LOVE THEM

Kat in the theater basement05/30/2019

Cute! Futaba sent a thank you gift. Gotta be to Claudine

Yep! Hero of the ep

the revcord modding team05/30/2019

glorious french

Kat in the theater basement05/30/2019

Best French Kaoruko also sent a thank you gift?

the revcord modding team05/30/2019

do eat

Kat in the theater basement05/30/2019

Also Kaoruko is just being very Traditional Japanese. There is nothing humble about her thanks PFHA!

A SINGLE FUCKING CANDY WITH THAT NOTE LMAO Hi guys, I just wanted you to know that from now on I am D E A D and you are talking to my ghost

Pumpkin Pieman05/30/2019

Maya is a good girl.

the revcord modding team05/30/2019

So this either means

Kat in the theater basement05/30/2019

Pure Distilled Excitement (Luv)05/30/2019

GOD THAT'S RIGHT THE BEST PART OF THE ENTIRE SERIES

the revcord modding team05/30/2019

1. Maya is attention starved and never really received affection like this before, and also she loves food so 2. "Fuck yeah she took my advice and is gonna Git Gud I'm so proud" 3. All of the above

Pure Distilled Excitement (Luv)05/30/2019

THIS ONE SCENE IS WHAT SOLD ME FOREVER I LOVE TENDOU MAYA

the revcord modding team05/30/2019

Maya......... is a good girl........................

Pumpkin Pieman05/30/2019

Maya is a good girl.

Kat in the theater basement05/30/2019

I....L O V E.....M A Y A

Pumpkin Pieman05/30/2019

She's so genuinely happy. Someone hug this child.

Kat in the theater basement05/30/2019

YE

Pure Distilled Excitement (Luv)05/30/2019

very good girls yes ... I'm tired I should sleep soon

the revcord modding team05/30/2019

https://twitter.com/_CelticWhite_/status/1133374175932895232

Kat in the theater basement05/30/2019

That was the best way to call back to that

And yay they have ed now I just wanted to mention, while I still have your attention, That unfortunately I have late work tomorrow and Friday so I cannot blog

the revcord modding team05/30/2019

So, post credits scene exists, but would you mind giving your thoughts on the ep before it?

Kat in the theater basement05/30/2019

So I'll finish this and then next blog will be Saturday

the revcord modding team05/30/2019

Righto.

Kat in the theater basement05/30/2019

Hmm, well. It was cute. It was interesting to finally get like, a full Revue scene that didn't involve Karen. We've only gotten snippets before. These two really needed all this to come out, very good for them! I'm still super curious about Banana's level of involvement in things The fact that the show is avoiding the subject in a way is...I N T R I G U I N G I love the development of the friendship between girls that aren't the romantic couples, too!

the revcord modding team05/30/2019

Right?

Kat in the theater basement05/30/2019

Claudine and Futaba are fantastic

the revcord modding team05/30/2019

Maya and Kaoruko, Futaba and Claudine bonding

Kat in the theater basement05/30/2019

Maya and Kaoruko were great

the revcord modding team05/30/2019

moirails/matesprits square

Kat in the theater basement05/30/2019

SO  GOOD Also I enjoyed how particularly duet-y Futaba and Kaoruko's Revue was Like, it was LARGELY duet

the revcord modding team05/30/2019

The song was also unique as shit Traditional japanese, electronic and rock Blending seamlessly

Kat in the theater basement05/30/2019

A lot of the traditional Japanese flair from Kaoruko, lots of mixes of unique sounds I LOVED IT Things that are so different but somehow fit together seamlessly in the end Just like Futaba and Kaoruko!

the revcord modding team05/30/2019

Yep!

Kat in the theater basement05/30/2019

I love the particular way they are dueting the ED, too. Like with the harmonies And echoing GOOD STUFF Now after credit scene !!!!!!!!!!!!

HOKAY HELLO LEDJAF;EILJA;FJ First of all

the revcord modding team05/30/2019

I heard you wanted to know more about Nana

Pumpkin Pieman05/30/2019

Hi Nana.

Kat in the theater basement05/30/2019

Nana there during a not-a-performance time backstage backstage backstage Second of all

the revcord modding team05/30/2019

Not even fighting, just... There.

Pumpkin Pieman05/30/2019

How ya doing?

the revcord modding team05/30/2019

With the giraffe hanging out

Pumpkin Pieman05/30/2019

Doing alright Nana?

Kat in the theater basement05/30/2019

"going wrong?" What do you mean going wrong It seems good to me? Like how I was talking how all this stuff was so helpful to all of them? Is going well going wrong? Also "this time"? This has to connect into her concern about the casting thing Something BOTHERED her about the change Like caused her GENUINE distress Why?

the revcord modding team05/30/2019

Why do you think?

Kat in the theater basement05/30/2019

What is your DEAL Nana omg okay I've literally said all this paused on the same damn frame It's...a reflection of a play. Real life and the play and the underground are all connected. It's....already written? So something...going against fate/destiny? The "we are not puppets" line from the OP I found so interesting from the start.... Are they INTENDED to be? They are changing things...changing themselves? Is that not how it's "supposed" to go? But Nana....what do you have to do with it? And why do you know? Because you went "backstage"? Because you are still involved in the underground but took yourself in a place to view the "play" from the outside? But then isn't that also a change? Hmmmm Yeah, it's a...script. They are going off script. Wow, wtf, this just gets trippier

She even S A I D it omg

the revcord modding team05/30/2019

Can I just say how I love how they deliberately refuse to show us her face here LET ME SEE THE B A N A N A

Kat in the theater basement05/30/2019

UM

Fate's End Says Play Ar Tonelico05/30/2019

Daiba Nana

the revcord modding team05/30/2019

Daiba Nana

Governance: Comf05/30/2019

Enjoy that wait until Saturday!          :      )

the revcord modding team05/30/2019

I assume you have a high enough weeb level to know Nana means Seven So... episode 7 Daiba Nana Daiba Nana Daiba Nana Daiba Nana Daiba Nana Daiba Nana Daiba Nana Daiba Nana Daiba Nana

Kat in the theater basement05/30/2019

ddlc

Pumpkin Pieman05/30/2019

Have fun stewing on it!

the revcord modding team05/30/2019

snorts, keels over, dies

Pumpkin Pieman05/30/2019

We'll be here. Waiting for you.

tanjiros potent fraternal miasma05/30/2019

:y

Kat in the theater basement05/30/2019

And yep! Ichi Ni San Yon Go Roku Nana!

the revcord modding team05/30/2019

:v Any further Thoughts™ on what the hell this all means?

Kat in the theater basement05/30/2019

fffffff Well I also have until Saturday to STEW

the revcord modding team05/30/2019

But also congratulations on noticing things with Nana being shifty, a lot of people don't While some did before the show even aired

Kat in the theater basement05/30/2019

And it's 1am rn

the revcord modding team05/30/2019

2 here

Pumpkin Pieman05/30/2019

10:13!

tanjiros potent fraternal miasma05/30/2019

1 am~

Pumpkin Pieman05/30/2019

PM!

Kat in the theater basement05/30/2019

(And I was up at 6:30am lol Which is why I had the nap)

Pumpkin Pieman05/30/2019

I acctually had to wait for a delivery so I woke up at like... 5.

Kat in the theater basement05/30/2019

I was up at 5 the day before. I Hate Mornings

Pumpkin Pieman05/30/2019

Mornings are... alright. If I'm not woken up for them.

Kat in the theater basement05/30/2019

lol "Mornings are good if I'm sleeping"

the revcord modding team05/30/2019

correct

Kat in the theater basement05/30/2019

Anyway, there's a script and Nana is fucking. Meta. Actually I'm almost glad to not be able to just barge into the next episode because I TOTALLY WANT TO AND WOULD HAVE. But it might be good to have time (be forced to have time) to have some more THOUGHTS

Pumpkin Pieman05/30/2019

Hrrrrrrrrrrrrrn Stage Girls, I want to watch the next episode but the plot is dummy thicc and I need to stew on it till saturday.

Kat in the theater basement05/30/2019

Yep

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Kat in the theater basement05/30/2019

I've already thought a lot and have probably a lot to say but maybe something I'd better off elaborating on when it isn't 3am, but I'll just state my revised "original casting" of the goddess roles and explain later: Goddess of Ferocity: Futaba Goddess of Flight: Kaoruko Goddess of Pride: Junna Goddess of Binding: Nana Goddess of Envy: Mahiru Goddess of Despair: Karen I'll explain later. Night night

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Continue to Part 13

#Revue Starlight #Revue liveblog

[goldenjunmyeon]

baekhyun x reader smut ( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°) (a mini story)

ahhhh this is how we’re going to start off this blog, ehh?

I DON’T MIND THOUGH!! NOT AT ALL! 

i will be placing a brief warning before this because i know some people don’t like to read smut but, this will also be a dom! to sub! baek smut. 

cool? cool. Now, let’s get on with the smut, okay?

WARNING: THIS POST CONTAINS A  L O T OF SMUT. IM SORRY IF YOU DON’T LIKE SMUT, THIS IS WHAT THE PEOPLE ASKED FOR!! ♡ 

You’ve been with Baekhyun for almost a year, and you’ve noticed a developing pattern after every single date. If you wear the right clothing, and act in the right manner, you’ll get laid by the one and only man in your life, Byun Baekhyun. Tonight like every other friday night was a traditional date night, but the difference tonight was you haven’t had one of these normal friday-night dates in a while, months to be exact, as he was over in Japan for some promotional CBX things. You didn’t mind, but the man left you needy for months on end, seeing the Baekhyun update accounts posting pictures of him from walking in the streets with Minseok to being in the airport.

So, the night he came home and promised an immediate friday night date, only seeing you periodically since that day, until tonight. You planned on getting him back, getting him back well enough to leave him begging for more.

You knew his weakness, tight dresses that are cut off above the knee emphasizing not only the ass but the chest as well. Searching through your closet you finally found one that was long known to be a favorite of his, a tight black one with a zipper running in the front from the bottom to the top. Slipping it on overtop what you knew was his favorite pair of your lingerie, you slipped on some heels and grabbed your handbag as you heard Baekhyun calling for you from the hallway.

“(Y/N) are you almost ready? It’s almost time for us to go!” He called, standing in his dress pants and nice button up shirt, emphasizing his chest and abdomen area. Biting your lip you walked out from yours and his room, standing there waiting for him to notice you as he was looking down at his watch. You cleared your throat as you watched his eyes slowly look up towards you.

“Shit-” he began as his eyes finally began to scan up and down your body. You let out a hearty chuckle and clacked your way over to him, before looking at him in the eyes.

“Let’s get going on that date, shall we Baek?~” You whispered into his ear, beginning to walk away before a pair of hands grabbed your waist.

“I think the reservation can wait, I’ve got more pressing matters to handle right now.” Baekhyun said, wrapping his arms around your shoulders as he pulled you closer to him, placing a soft but needy kiss on your lips.

“Babe, that reservation took awhile for you to get and we haven’t been on a date in forever, let’s go there first, then take care of your…pressing matters.” You said in a hushed voice, the one you knew gave him chills down his spine as you rubbed your thigh against his ever growing bulge. He took a sharp inhale before pinning you against the wall, your hands placed in his grip above your head.

“And what did I say, darling? These matters of mine are pressing, and need to be taken care of right now.” he growled, before placing a series of sloppy kisses down your neck, making it hard to hold in the moans wanted to escape your lips.

“It’s alright baby, I know you want this too~,” he teased as he continued down your neck, a smirk forming on his face the closer he got to the zipper of the dress.

“God damn you, Byun Baekhyun.” You cursed as he began to slowly unzip the front of your dress, savoring every moment like you were his favorite candy. You chuckled to yourself, you knew he was thinking that he was in power tonight, but unknown to him you had a whole different plan that would flip his world upside down. Once he finished enjoying himself, he took a moment to step back and look at your very needy body from a ways back, leaving you the perfect moment to take power. You pushed him against the wall opposite to you, his eyes opening wide.

“Oh, so you thought you’d be the one having fun teasing me tonight? Well, sir, I’ve got a change of plans for you.” You smirked, pinning his hands like he did yours, as he tried to fight you pushed harder, making him give up. He grunted as you slipped your hands down towards his growing bulge, pressing your hand against his almost-rock hard member to create a friction that you knew drove him mad. As he began to crumble into your hands, you took the simple tie sitting on the loveseat besides you both and tied his hands together, pushing him onto the couch so he wouldn’t have any way of moving away from you. You giggled and kneeled next to his crotch, slowly unzipping his pants to pull them down, as he raised his hips in the air as an act to help the removal of his pants become simpler.

Pulling his boxers down in the same swift motion as his pants, you left them on his ankles, making him dumbfounded. Scheming in your mind, you began to kitten lick the glazing of pre-cum on top of the red tip of his throbbing member. He began to let out a throaty groan, attempting to move his hands from their silk handcuffs, but you had made sure to make the knots tighter than normal for that exact reason.

“Y/N, what the hell?” He groaned, as you began to slowly put the entirety of your lips onto his rock hard shaft, tongue swirling around him like you were sucking on your favorite flavor of lollipop-him. He let out a deep rumbling moan from the bottom of his chest, bucking his hips up in a measly attempt to make you engulf his member in your mouth quicker. However, you had different plans, taking it nice and slow was the only way you knew how to tease this man, drive him absolutely crazy, since he was the type to want things quicker. As the time continued, his groans filled the air in a melody that sounded exactly like music to your ears, making you swirl your tongue more. You began to take him in more, getting to the point where your mouth can no longer fit his entirety, so your hands began to work their magic, rubbing his shaft up and down where your mouth couldn’t reach.

“Ah shit, Y/N,” Baekhyun began to moan, he was close to cumming, you knew by the more rapid twitches of his rock hard cock you could feel in your mouth, as you began to smile. The twitches began to twitch faster and faster, until you pulled your mouth off of him and wiped your mouth, leaving him tied up and unfinished, his rock hard member standing stiff in the air with its mixture of your saliva and his fluids on its shaft, making him groan in despair.

“Why do you have to do me like this, eh, Y/N?” Baekhyun complain, groaning while you got off your knees and walked to where he left your dress on the floor. He watched as you slipped the dress back on, along with your shoes, before walking back over to him to pull him to his feet. You began pulling up his underwear and pants again, making him more confused than before.

“What the fuck, Y/N? I thought I-I mean we-were gonna get laid!” He groaned as you fixed up his hair and untied his hands from behind his back before grabbing his face in the palms of your hands, giving his face a tight squeeze.

“Oh you’re silly, Baek. We’ve got dinner reservations now, don’t we?” You giggled, kissing him harshly on the lips before grabbing his hand, dragging him behind you to grab your handbag.

“No, we don’t actually, not anymore with the mood you’ve put me in.” He growled, pinning you against the wall once again, “I’m in the mood to have dessert first, what do you say?” You grinned before answering.

“Well, Byun Baekhyun, I say that if you have your dessert before your meal you’ll get proper full before you can touch your dinner! Now, if we go out to dinner, I promise you, you’ll get your dessert and much more once we come home, alright baby boy?” You smirked, whispering it into his ear the way you knew he loved, making him shake before he sighed.

“Fine, as long as you promise to give me that dessert know, I don’t want to be disappointed.” He grinned, picking you up bridal style to carry you out of your apartment to his car, to head to nothing less than a normal dinner.

The car ride to dinner was filled with nonstop teasing from the both of you. Baekhyun would rub the inner part of your thigh the way he knew it drove you crazy, so you began to palm his groin through his dress pants. By the time you both got to the restaurant you both were disheveled and turned on more so than you had ever been, lots of lust-filled stares into eachothers eyes were made as you stood in line to be seated at your reserved table. The people around you all knew what was seemingly going on, Baek’s hair was still out of place and messy from the previous at-home activity you had performed. Satisfied with what was going on, you coughed, gaining even more attention from Baekhyun as you moved forward in line.

“What is it now babe?” He grunted into your ear, trying to keep things between you on the downlow.

“Is it just you or is it hot in here? Man, I should unzip this zipper a tad so it isn’t so high on my chest…” You voice trailed off as your hands, and Baekhyun’s eyes, went to the zipper of your dress, you tugged on it a tad to pull it down, only far enough that you were showing off some of your lingerie underneath. His eyes began to widen as his hands unconsciously flew up to our hands on your zipper, pulling it tight up and closed.

“Baekhyun what the hell?-” You said, before the sound of a person clearing their throat broke your trance.

“Table for Mr. and Mrs. Byun?” The waiter said, making your eyes grow.

“That would be us, thank you sir.” Baekhyun smirked, placing your arm in the crook of his elbow, following behind the waiter to your table.

“You said we’re married!?” You scream whispered in Baek’s ear as you followed him, making him chuckle in his lower voice register.

“Of course, it was the only way I could get the best for my princess.” Baekhyun purred in your ear as he walked you to your seat, pulling it out for you only to push you back in towards the table. As he took a seat you slowly unzipped the top of your dress a tad like you were going to in the first place, making his eyes widen.

“Babe, don’t do that here.” He said as his voice was shaking. You smirked and bit your lip, looking at him in the eyes.

“Don’t do what? It’s hot in here Baek, let me live.” You said, adding a pout at the end to make Baekhyun melt into your hands more than he already was.

“I don’t want everyone here to see what’s only for my eyes to see,” He grunted, sitting back in his chair watching as you kept your zipper where it was to show off some of your lacy undergarments to him, as he sighed and waited for the waiter to come back with the wine bottle he had ordered ahead of time. Once he came back, the both of you raised your glasses in the air and clinked them, a little tradition you would do together before getting semi-wasted.

“To another beautiful night with my beautiful babe,” Baekhyun said before bringing the glass to his lips to take a long and slow sip. Biting your lip, you nodded in agreement before taking a sip out of your own glass. The richness of the wine glided down your throat, making you smile in a flirtatious manner, you both were flirtatious drunks as well as lightweights, so the idea of all you can drink wine with a grand 3 course meal wasn’t the best idea for you two.

Dinner moved quicker than you thought it would’ve, maybe it was just the 4 or more glasses of alcohol inside of you or maybe it was just going quicker because of the constant teasing between you two. Thank god you were both placed in a back corner of the restaurant where no other customers where, otherwise you probably would’ve been kicked out by now.

Baekhyun’s hand kept attempting to creep up your dress, but you kept swatting his hand away, and with every attempt you would begin to show your breasts more and more, to the point where a conversation between the two of you was more so a conversation between Baekhyun and your boobs.

You would do the occasional “accidentally dropping food on my chest or down my dress in order to show off more of my chest to him” or even going as far to throw your bag far from the table “by accident” just so you could bend over and Baek would be able to see every square inch of his cravings. By the end of the night the waiter thought Baekhyun was slobbering over the dessert he had just brought out for you both to enjoy, where Baekhyun was drooling over his actual dessert - you.

As soon as you licked the last dollop of whipped cream off of your lips, flashing Baekhyun a semi-innocent glare as you did it to grind his gears a bit more, Baekhyun instantly called for the check, rubbing up and down your thigh as he did so. Pulling you out of your seat once he had payed, he nearly had you dragging on the floor behind him as he stiffly tried to run and hide his prominent erection at the same time.

“God damnit Baekhyun you know I can’t walk quickly in these heels!” You yelled at him, as he paused to turn to you.

“Well, it’s either you move faster or I’m picking you up.” He said, a slight tease in his voice. You smirked and began to walk ahead of him, going at the same pace you were going before, wagging your hips slightly as you walked. You heard quick footsteps behind you as Baekhyun lifted you up and over his shoulder, causing you to scream and smack his back.

“Save that for when we get home, no?” He said, his voice growing deeper as time continues. You groaned, slapping his back.

“Would you put me down?!? I don’t want anyone here to see my ass besides you Byun Baekhyun! Besides where are we going? You’re no where near sober enough to drive home!” You whisper yelled, causing him to stop mid running.

“Well shit. You’re right, what am I supposed to do with the car being here?” He said, as he placed you back on your own two feet. You walked to the front of him, pulling him closer to your face using his tie, smelling the alcohol coming off his body.

“Well, I know one thing we could use your car for right now, unless you want to save that for home, Baek..” Your voice trailed off as a smirk formed on his lips. He grabbed your hand and practically dragged you, again, to where the car was parked, pushing you in the back seat as he got into the drivers side.

“Baekhyun what the fuck?!?” You said, throwing your purse in the front seat.

“Listen, this place is too crowded, people will see us if we fuck right here. Let me move the car to a different s-spot so we’re in a more private place, I’m sober enough to do that g-god damnit.” He stuttered a little, before placing the keys in and putting the car in reverse. You leaned your head to the front seat and began to nibble on his ear, the way you knew it drove him crazy.

“Shit, Y/N, let me park baby.” He said, the already big bulge in his pants growing even larger. Sitting back down, Baekhyun instantly put the car in park, got out of his seat and climbed into the back, stradling you.

“Now baby, I’ve gotta punish you for what you’ve been doing all night. Teasing me isn’t allowed, remember?” He said as he reached down to your neck, leaving harsh kisses down the majority of it. You instantly sat up and on top of him, surprising him by your sudden act of dominance.

“What the-” He began to say as you put a single finger over his mouth.

“Me, teasing you? Well what else was I supposed to do after my boyfriend leaves me high and dry for his job months on end? You know, my hand doesn’t do a good of a job as yours does.” You said, doing the same action that he was doing to you just moments before. You felt his breathing hitch a little, as he wasn’t sure what he should or shouldn’t do.

“So, this is payback Byun Baekhyun. Do as I say.” You said, sitting between his legs on the car seat, leaving him so astonished he was only able to nod his head at you, showing he understood.

“Not a peep comes from you unless I tell you to talk, now take everything off.” You commanded, as he quickly worked to take all his clothes off, quicker than he had ever done before. His rock hard cock flipped up in all it’s glory and slapped his stomach, leaving a bit of his tip’s fresh precum there, making you smirk.

“Sit up, baby boy, and give me your tie.” You said, as he handed you his tie before gulping, as he knew what you were going to do. You tied his hands behind his back, before slowly stripping yourself down to just your lingerie. You began to lower your mouth to his hard cock, before looking up at him.

“No moving anything to give yourself more pleasure, hear me?” You said, as he shook his head up and down, before biting his lip. You placed your mouth around his dick, slightly kitten-licking the tip to get a taste of his juices once again, a taste that you had missed. Then you began to bob your head up and down, you could feel the tenseness of his hips trying not to buck up in your face, the moans being stifled in the back of his throat as he threw his head back in pleasure. You knew his point of release was coming sooner than normal, since you had left him on edge before you came out to eat, and that’s the same thing you planned on doing again.

His cock began to rapidly twitch inside your mouth, before you took your mouth off, strings of saliva were all that still connected the two body parts. Seeing him in such a vulnerable state made you feel the need to pleasure yourself, giving you another idea on how to torture him even more so. Wiping your mouth off, you locked eyes with his shocked face, since you had never left him on edge twice in one night.

“You can talk to me now baby, I need your voice.” You groaned, sitting back.

“Fucking hell, Y/N.” He groaned, slightly out of breath.

“Now, what I’m going to need you to do is just watch me, and don’t touch yourself, okay?” You said, as his eyes instantly gravitated towards your hands.

“O-Okay…” He said as he gulped, you could tell his heart was beating a mile a minute, and it made you even more horny than you already were.

You began to massage your breasts the way Baekhyun would always do, making yourself moan and him to bit his lip. You unhooked your bra in one swift motion, letting your boobs bounce for a little as Baekhyun watched with hungry eyes. Pinching your own nipples in the way he would always do to you, you moaned with pleasure, spreading you legs a bit more to give Baekhyun a more clear view of your soiled lingerie, making him groan. You locked eye with him, as both hands slipped your bottoms off, tossing them his way, as he scattered to grab them with his mouth, needing any of your fluids he could possibly get. Still holding eye contact with him, you kept one hand playing with your breasts as the other trailed down to your pussy, lightly brushing the outsides of your folds, making you shiver. You knew Baekhyun would be much better at this job than you, but you knew he would get even more turned on if he watched you tease yourself. Slowly entering a single finger inside yourself, you let out a groan of relief and pleasure, slowly pumping yourself. Baekhyun let out a groan as he watched, his cock twitching as his insides clawed at him, wanting to pounce on you instantly.

“G-God damn you, Y/N, why do you have to do this to me.” He said groaning, making the already tight knot in your stomach become tighter, as you began to enter two more fingers into yourself, increasing the speed of your thrusts. You moaned, making his eyes roll to the back of his head, wanting to touch you so badly. You finally came to your orgasm, your fluid all over your fingers as you pulled them out of you, hovering them in front of Baek’s mouth.

“You want a taste before I let you fuck me, baby?” You said as he instantly took your fingers into his mouth, licking them clean. You slipped your hands behind him to untie his hands from their silky confines, before he sprung to touch you all over. Both of your moans filled the air like a melody, missing each other’s touch. Without a single word, Baekhyun climbed on top of you and placed his tip at your entrance before looking up at you for your permission. You chuckled slightly before nodding.

Having him inside of you after so long was euphoric, both of your moans gradually became louder and louder with every thrust of Baekhyun’s hips.

“God damn, Y/N, you can tell we haven’t fucked in a long time, you’re so tight.” He panted, a single bead of sweat coming down his face before his thrusts began to get sloppier.

“Baek, I’m gonna-” You whimpered, before he shushed you.

“Hold it baby, I’ll be there soon, just hold it.” He said, quickening more so than before, before he let out his load inside of you, and you let your juices on him. Sighing, he pulled himself out of you and pulled you into his arms, laying there with you, sweaty and out of breath.

“Damn, I missed that so much babe.” He said, leaving kisses on the side of your neck.

“I know, I missed it too Baek.” You said, snuggling back into him.

“I love you so much,” He said, resting his head in the crook of your neck, “How about we get dressed and I call a taxi, I can come pick up the car tomorrow morning.”

“Sounds like a plan to me, but can we lay here for a little longer? I’m a tad bit sore.” You said, sighing before looking up at him as he smiled.

“Of course, anything for you babe.” He said, wrapping his arms around you once more, making the end of your welcome-back date perfect.

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