#how were some fans shirtless and fine i will never know

[hojlundaise]

give him a blankie

#casemiro #manchester united #efl cup 23 #how were some fans shirtless and fine i will never know #+

[gyuzgrl]

Sweat for me ||kmg||

Summary- Mingyu's hot. You're hot. Surely a night alone at the gym, sweating and panting together, would sit with you just fine, right?

Mingyu's body is undeniably sculpted. Everyone knew that. What they didn't know, however, is that his impressive physique was all thanks to you- his workout partner. Had it not been for you, he would've lost all his motivation to hit the gym in the first place. After all, who doesn't want to get hot and sweaty with a pretty girl like yourself?

For over a year now, you and him had met up almost every day at 9 am sharp, outside your company-provided dorm. He'd have his car parked in front of your building, waiting outside your door as you invited him in for a quick protein shake. You'd chat over 'breakfast' for a bit, gossiping about the employees and your co-workers, sometimes even indulging in a bit of harmless flirting as you spoke. (not harmless, you had fallen hopelessly in love with him)

Today wasn't going to be any different, you thought. That was, of course, until your phone rang beside you, lighting up with his contact name instantly.

"hello?"

"hey," he breathed, his tone somewhat troubled.

"what's wrong gyu? "

You were worried. He never called at night. Hell, as idols that's when you worked the most- practicing in the dance studio or in the recording room until you saw the sun creeping up around you and finally decided to head back home.

"nothing I just- I need a distraction and I was wondering if you wanted to workout"

"hm? yeah okay I'm in the studio right now, I'll be up in ten," you sighed "tell me what happened?"

"yeah," he whispered. "I'll tell you"

Hanging up, you gathered your things, shoving your notepad and pens into your bag as you headed to your locker. Luckily, you had a spare set of gym clothes which you changed into quickly, mind running over all the possibilities as to what could've gone so wrong to have Mingyu this upset. Either way, you were on your way to see him, hair tied into a neat high ponytail, in your white gym set- a sports bra and some biker shorts that hugged you in all the right places.

Trembling slightly, you opened the glass door to the gym, unsure why you felt this shaky. You'd met him a million times before.

Fuck it was just Mingyu. The guy who eats all your food and picks you up every morning. The guy who whines about how tired he is and how his body aches from all that dancing. The guy who eyes you up and down wordlessly whenever he sees you, tensing his jaw as if to contain something.

Hold on- what?

It was late. Too late for any other Hybe artist to be working out at the gym. Too late for your trainer to oversee your progress. Too late for you and Mingyu to be alone like this.

He spotted you right away, eyes lighting up instantly.

"you came" he said, his voice so gentle it made you weak.

"you called," you whispered under your breath, but he seemed to have caught what you said. You noticed this and instantly moved to cover up any traces of what you said.

"let's uh, let's get down to business, shall we?" your voice filled the suspiciously short silence, "what's the matter gyu?"

He let out an airy laugh, sounding almost exasperated.

"my stupid manager's on my ass again about posting on Instagram."

You let him continue, nodding along as you guided him to sit on one of the benches behind.

"he wants me to post, for the lack of a better word, sluttier pics. like abs and arms and all. apparently, the fans love it and we kinda need to do well with this comeback. he's even considering having me go shirtless- completely on display in the upcoming music video." He sounded tired. So tired.

"he's really throwing you out to the wolves, huh," you patted his thigh sympathetically, "I get how that could make you uncomfortable... it really sucks how people treat you like something to be ogled at just because you're hot"

You pause. He quirks a brow.

"I mean uh, because they think you're hot" you blurt, internally cursing yourself for opening your stupid mouth.

He's quiet for a second before a slight smile plays at his lips- god his lips are gorgeous.

"what about you," he leans into your face, just inches away, "do you think I'm hot?"

"what? yes- I mean no- I mean yeah? no." you stutter, "uh, not rea-"

His laughter cuts you off, and you want nothing more than for the ground to swallow you whole.

"cute" he mutters, "do you wanna get started? I'm not upset anymore but there's so much... pent-up energy, you know?"

His tone takes on a sultry note as he says that last bit, and you take a sharp breath in. You agree wordlessly and head over to stretch.

"I'm already done cause I just got done with dance rehearsals, but I can help stretch you out, hm?"

You freeze momentarily, unsure of what you'd just heard. God your mind was taking a filthy, filthy turn.

Mingyu isn't stupid. He's aware of what his words mean. But seeing you all flustered gets him so riled up, he can't help it.

"y-yeah, you can help me stretch gyu"

Cringing at how you stuttered, you grab a yoga mat and unfurl it onto the wooden floor.

"let's maybe try something new today, yeah?"

He stands behind you, arms resting on your hips, as he pushes your thighs back- straightening them against his own.

"try to touch the mat" he says gently, one hand leaving your thigh to place light pressure on your back.

You thanked your lucky stars you were flexible, cause the lower you went, the more your ass pushed into his groin. He didn't seem to mind it either, with the way he kept pushing, till your palms touched the spongy surface of the mat.

Trying to stand up, you were met with a firm hand holding you in place. A surprised 'hm?' leaves your lips, and he grins at you, the handsome devil.

"hold" he whispered, staring at your perfectly bent form in the mirror up ahead. This position looked unnecessarily sexual- like he was taking you from behind, for all the world to see. You thanked the universe for leaving the gym empty, and wordlessly stayed in place, pushing yourself closer into him.

"10, 9, 8..." he counted, going painfully slow, gritting his teeth.

"...3, 2..."

You waited eagerly for the last number, thighs tensing under his touch, tightening with the stretch, but it never came.

"mingyu-" you start, but it comes out a little more strained and desperate than usual. Your face goes red.

"what was that?"

You kept your mouth shut, not trusting your vocal chords to hold their own in this... sticky situation.

"we're done, I think you're good, you seem uh, flexible enough"

Your head spins as he lifts you back up, pressing your back flush against his chest. His breath tickles the top of your ear- oh my god he's teasing you.

Not wanting to give in so easily, you stepped away and grinned at him.

"what's first on the list?"

"bench press," he says.

"yes sir," you smile, dropping in the honorific to test the waters.

And boy, oh boy are they tested.

Mingyu feels his cock twitch at your words, the length pushing against his boxers ready for action. Clenching his jaw, he follows you to the bench, lying down on the cool black leather after setting his weights on either side. He lifted heavy. That was for sure. You could barely deadlift what he pressed, but the variation in strength turned you on in a way you couldn't even comprehend.

"don't let me die" he usually says, before he starts his set, but tonight, his words are a little different.

"you'll kill me if you keep staring like that"

That alone is enough to snap you out of your trance, and you realize that you've been staring daggers into him, thinking about how strong he is.

"like what?" you grin, steadying yourself behind him.

He huffs, glaring up at you, and starts lifting the bar up above his head.

Your eyes are trained on him, ready to offer support when he's at his limit. The first few movements come easy to him, and you begin to wonder if he's already ready to press even more. His arms tense deliciously under the weight of the bar, and you observe his veins popping out along his forearm and on the back of his hand. Damn him and those beautiful, thick arms.

You couldn't help but notice his fingers too- how thick and long they were, how they curled around the bar so easily, how they'd fill you up so good if you just let him.

Licking your lips, you gaze back down at him.

He groans as he pushes the bar up, arms tensing even more now. The sound he makes is undeniably sexy. From the back of his throat, from deep within his chest. You feel your panties dampen in response and you swallow thickly, now somewhat nervous about the whole ordeal.

Fuck, you've barely even begun.

Another groan from him sends your mind ablaze with images of him hovering above you, holding his weight on those sturdy arms as he pounds into you relentlessly, making the same sounds he made just now. Your cheeks feel hot. Your body feels hot.

Fucking hell, he's hot.

Looking up at you, Mingyu seems to take notice of the way your face is already so flushed. He smirks, placing the bar back up, and lifts himself off of the seat.

"your turn, doll" he says, his voice breathy and low.

You're so taken aback by how quickly he's done, that you can barely process the pet name he's used. Sure, he calls you angel and darling and sweetheart and doll and everything under the sun on any normal day, and sure, they sent butterflies fluttering around your insides on any normal day, but this- this for some reason made its way straight down to your pussy.

Your core ached for him.

"huh? my turn? yeah my, my turn"

He stifled a laugh and brought your weights over, replacing his own.

"thanks gyu"

"alright, bring it up," he instructed, staring down at you.

Your arms gave out after the eleventh circuit, and you let out a forced breath, alerting his attention.

"c'mon doll, gimme four more," he soothed, "you can do it, I know you can"

His hands hovered under your aching elbows, as he applied the tiniest bit of pressure to help you.

"mingyu I can't-" you whimpered, "it's too much"

His eyes flashed over with desire before he caught himself and shook his head sternly.

"I've got you, okay? Just a bit more"

You whimpered your way through the last three, and by the end of it, you could barely feel your arms.

The gym was still empty, save for the two of you. The staff had left, and the idols were either lost in dance rehearsals or at home. You had the place all to yourselves. That, coupled with the fact that it was painfully clear that you and he both desired each other, made it hard for you to prevent yourself from soaking through your panties.

Mingyu did two more rounds, which you continued to assist, and you worked on glutes after.

He happened to notice that your posture was off when you were squatting- probably because of how sore your arms were, and without hesitating, his hands made their way once more to your hips.

"what are you-"

"you can go lower, can't you?" he rasped, his grip firm as ever, "and you can keep that back straight too."

You nodded, barely suppressing the whimper that threatened to spill out of your mouth.

"as pretty as it looks arched, I'd rather you didn't hurt yourself, hm?"

You were at your limit. Your mind went blank, and the dampness between your legs spread to your inner thighs. Praying that it wouldn't show through your white bottoms, you squatted down again, with his hands on you, hips following wherever he guided them.

"there we go" he whispered, dangerously close to your neck.

Your body shuddered, goosebumps trailing along all over your skin, and finally, finally, he seemed to acknowledge your state.

"are you cold?" he teased, knowing damn well you were boiling away inside.

You shook your head and stepped away, letting his touch linger on your waist for a second too long.

Eyes burning with red-hot desire, Mingyu stared you down in the mirror, watching your every move. The flush of your cheeks was a telltale sign of how flustered you were, and the goosebumps told him of the effect he had on you. The avoidant, wordless behaviour though, he was confused by.

He knew how he felt from the moment he saw you. Gorgeous as you were, you were fucking fiery too. That smart mouth of yours has kept him up at night for god knows how long, and finally, he intended to do something about it. Your feelings for him grew clear as day over time, and he made it his goal to worship you. But tonight, you seemed so... hesitant. It took him by surprise. Almost as if he was expecting you to crumble and give in instantly.

"y/n,"

Your shoulders tensed as he called your name from across the room, nervousness painfully evident in your stance.

"was it too much?" he asked.

"no, I just- I'm just feeling kinda tense, is all"

You waved him off, turning away to turn off the lights as you left.

He stalked his way behind you, just as the room went dark, and placed his firm hands on your shoulders.

"this any better?" he asked, the low timbre of his voice vibrating along your ear and neck as he massaged soothing circles into the tight muscles of your back.

Fuck it felt good. So good.

"mhm," was all you could manage in response, as you bit back a moan- albeit unsuccessfully- when he pressed harder into your skin.

There you were, shrouded in darkness, sighing and moaning into the open air helplessly as his hands worked their magic into your back. They traveled up to your neck, soothing the spot right below where your hair ended, and instantly your hand shot up to your mouth, muffling a moan that you're sure he's heard.

His fingers halt for a second, and something snaps in him.

"don't you dare hide those pretty sounds from me"

Your pussy flutters at his words, clenching down again, unfortunately, around nothing.

"please-" you whimper, unable to hold yourself together any longer.

The arousal sopping through your shorts was unbearable. He turned you around to face him, his eyes darkening by the second. Unable to hold his gaze, you lower your head, opting instead to look at his chest.

"please?"

Hooking a long digit under your chin, he tilted your head up towards him once again. The sheer intensity of his stare left you aching for him. Need filled you like water, and your breathing turned shallow.

"what do you want, doll?" his voice is smooth and sultry.

A pathetic whimper leaves your lips, and the corners of his curl up into a teasing smirk. He knew what you wanted. Him. But god did he yearn to hear you say it.

"c'mon angel, where'd that smart mouth go? always fucking bossing me around, saying whatever you want, like nothing could ever faze you- but here we are. I've barely even touched you and you look this fucking spent already- jesus"

"I-" you started, chest heaving at his words, "fuck Mingyu please just- God please touch me"

He licks his lips, the same shit-eating grin plastered on that beautiful face of his, and tilts his head.

"there we go, sweetheart... all you had to do was ask,"

He inches closer, stepping forward tantalizingly slow- like he's teasing to see if you can hold out. With each step, your eyes gloss over with desire, with lust, and you want nothing more than to lunge at him and suck deep red marks all over his gorgeous physique.

You whine when he bends down, teasing you with a soft kiss on your nose, and another on the corner of your mouth. Just as you were ready to complain and demand that he kiss you straight, he slips a hand to cup the side of your face, thumb locked on your temple while the other digits secure themselves in your hair, and kisses you nice and slow.

You're frozen for a second, unable to process the gentle need in the way his lips moved against your own- so tender yet so deep, it could almost pass off as a confession of love. You don't let yourself get too wrapped up in the thought, trying not to get ahead of yourself. For all you knew, he was just horny and in need of a quick fuck.

"hey" his voice is soft, like he can hear your thoughts, and you want nothing more than for him to kiss you again.

"hi" you whisper, breathlessly.

"let's get you home, yeah?"

He pats your head, smoothing out the disheveled strands, and kisses your forehead. You're at a loss for words, once again, as his actions take you by surprise. You thought this would end with you and him fucking on one of the benches or on the floor, but he was taking you home?

"do you not want me?" your voice is small. It pulls at his heartstrings painfully so and his expression softens.

"I want you more than anything. I mean it. But not like this."

The slight furrow in your brows makes it easy for him to read your confusion, and he continues.

"I want to worship you. Properly. This is no place for that, don't you agree?"

This man isn't real. He can't be, come on. There's no way he looks that good, talks the way he does, AND wants to what- "worship" you? Your mind reels with the weight of his words, and for a second, you let yourself slip into the possibility that maybe, just maybe, he feels for you the way you do him.

Maybe, he's in love.

A year of 'friendship' will do that to a girl...

"gyu I-"

"let's talk at home, okay doll?"

You nod dumbly and let him lead you outside to his car.

You'd been in here a countless number of times, but now? With the faint glow of the moon on his sweaty skin and the desperation in his eyes, as he rushed to get you home, you're on top of the world.

His hand reaches over to squeeze your thigh when he sees it bounce up and down, reassuring you instantly to soothe that burning mind of yours. When you look over, you his side profile- illegally handsome, by the way- and sigh. 'This is nice' you think to yourself, letting go, letting yourself be loved however he shows it.

A few minutes pass, his hand leaves occasionally to change gears, but always finds its way back, inching higher and higher each time. Daringly you shift forward and his fingers graze the space between your legs, which earns a sharp groan on his end.

"I can feel it through your shorts goddamnit" he grits, sliding his fingers all over, cupping your pussy through the fabric.

He sucks in a deep breath, releasing it shakily, and mutters a quick "thank god" when he pulls into your apartment. He yanks his seatbelt off, running over to your side of the car, before opening your door and scooping you into his arms- bridal style.

You yelp, but he quickly silences it with a kiss, kicking the door closed as he clicks on the lock.

"put me down" you giggle, snuggling into his chest like a puppy does with its favorite human. He rolls his eyes and pulls you closer, protectively, and carries you into the elevator.

The familiar ding hits your ears and he steps out still carrying you- and walks over to your door.

"keys" he groans, "I need the keys"

"they're in my pocket"

"no problemo"

His hand slides from under your knee to the curve of your ass, feeling around for something sharp, unable to find any such object.

"they're not here"

"check again"

And his hand begins it's search, cupping and squeezing your ass, earning a short-breathed chuckle from you.

"doll, they're not-"

He stops when he sees the playful grin on your face as you dangle a set of keys in front of his eyes.

"naughty fucking girl you are" he scoffs, hoisting you up again as he unlocks the door.

You're in. Inside the house. At night. Alone with Mingyu.

Suddenly everything becomes real, and you look at him, smiling down at you softly.

"are you sure about this?" you ask him, meekly.

"hey, that's my line"

You laugh, smacking his chest and let him carry you to the bedroom. The fact that he already knew his way around made you blush, funnily enough. The familiarity made this feel like you were his and he was yours already.

He placed you on your bed, delicately like you were going to break if he wasn't careful. His eyes ran over your body shamelessly, but the look he adorned was that of pure adoration and awe. It made you nervous.

"you'll kill me if you keep staring like that," you say, teasing him slightly, recalling the comment he made at the gym.

"like what" he grins, and you feel a smile tug at your lips.

He kneels in front of the bed and slips off your sneakers one by one, deft fingers untying the intricate knots on the surface. As he slid them off he made sure to graze his fingertips against the sensitive skin of your ankle ever-so-slightly, leaving goosebumps in the path they traveled. Once they were off, he tossed them aside, looking intensely at you to gauge your emotions.

The breathlessness evident on your face was validation enough, and he continued.

Taking hold of one of your feet, he presses light, feathery kisses on your inner ankle, while his other hand reaches up to interlock your fingers with his. Relishing in the way your breath hitches when his lips connect with the neglected skin, he places one last soft kiss before crawling onto the bed, slowly, teasing you knowing damn well how badly you need him.

The movements are slow but intentional, each motion bringing him closer and closer, until he hovers over you, caging your body under his.

"god you're beautiful" he blurts, unable to control himself. You turn away bashfully, only to have your face tipped back towards his.

"don't hide," your expression softened at his words, "not from me, okay angel?"

A smile plays at your lips and you pull him in by the collar of his shirt, locking lips once again. He groans into your mouth as your hands roam the broad surface of his back, nails digging into the grooves of his sculpted muscles.

"fuck let's get this off, yeah?"

Slowly, fuck he's such a tease, he lifted your sports bra off, 'accidentally' running his thumbs over your nipples as he did.

Your body jolts at the sudden stimulation, pleasure running down your spine like electricity. The breaths you didn't realize you were taking for granted all this while suddenly seemed laborious under his touch, and your mouth slipped open to ease your lungs. Sweet, sweet oxygen. The burning in your lungs seems to cool for a second, and you sigh.

"gyu" you mumble, watching him toss the cloth aside.

His gaze, now back on you, falters when he sees your bare chest. Brows scrunching slightly in the middle, he takes in a shaky breath as his limbs carry him to you as if under some sort of spell.

"oh my god" he breathes, "oh my fucking god- you'll be the death of me"

Feverishly, his hands slide up your body, cupping your breasts in his large hands. He kneads them, climbing back on top of you to capture your lips in his once again. A soft moan escapes you when he tugs your lower lip, nipping at the tender flesh, quickly slipping his tongue into your mouth. He was a rapper. Obviously, he's good with that damn tongue of his. You hated how your core tightened from just kissing alone- fuck if he continued you'd probably cum right then and there, moaning into his mouth as he swallows up your sounds greedily.

"mmm fuck"

Your back arches when he moves his lips to your jaw, trailing kisses up to your ear before he whispers-

"what do you want from me"

"you know what I want from you"

"do I?" he teased, gently grazing his teeth along the shell of your ear.

You could hear your heartbeat in your ears, a dull thud sounding over and over, a familiar song you heard long ago. His lips press soft kisses where his teeth left off, and you could swear this was the end for you. Mingyu seemed so aware, so present in the moment, it made your heart swell. It's been a while since you felt this way, hell you aren't sure if you've ever felt this way...

"sweetheart?"

You look up at him, hovering above you as he holds his weight on those gorgeous arms of his.

"you alright?"

"m perfect," you slur, "feel so good right now"

"damn right you are- so fucking perfect for me"

He kisses you deeply, with passion, with hunger, and you whine louder than anticipated, turning red instantly. Your ears and cheeks heat up, embarrassment painted across your pretty face. Mingyu seems far too pleased with himself.

"oh, angel, don't- fuck you're so cute like this"

You shut your eyes tight and shake your head, still glaringly red. He sighs, lips curling at the corners.

The fucker was smirking.

"how about I stop teasing, hm? I think you've been good"

"mhm" you nod desperately.

"say it. use your words," his voice is assertive and low, dangerously so, "you've been a good girl for me so far, haven't you doll?"

A moan slips past your lips at his words, and you nod again, mind swiped of any other thought.

"I- fuck, I've been- good" you choke out, chest heaving even though he has yet to touch you.

"that's it, that's my girl"

The bed dips to the side, and you feel his weight leaving the mattress. Walking back to your feet, he kneels again, hooking his arms under your thighs to pull off the remaining athleisure. All you had left were white lace panties, a tiny, tiny, bit of fabric preserving your dignity. He groans at the sight- you had soaked through them completely, arousal coating your inner thighs.

"so fucking wet for me," he mumbles into your thigh, biting down to stifle a groan you suspect he'd been holding back for far too long.

"you like it that much when I call you that? when I call you a good girl?"

"please"

"please?" he echoes.

"please" you say, a little louder, desperation so evident the blind could see it.

Mingyu laughs, clearly pleased with the state you're in.

"so fucking pretty when you beg"

"mingy-oh my god-"

Without warning, he licks a stripe up your clothed sex, and the feeling sends you yearning for more right away. He eases your underwear off, shoving them into his back pocket, and dives right in.

No one has ever made you feel this way before. Not a fucking soul.

The way his lips cradled your sensitive bud, tongue flicking up and down- gentle, but firm- drove you insane. Your mouth hung open, sharp breaths leaving unevenly. His tongue felt fucking electric. Like he knew your body better than you did yourself. A couple minutes in and you can already feel an orgasm building deep in your stomach, a wave of heat ready to crash.

"m-more," you stutter, "please"

"would this be okay?" he asks innocently, detaching himself for a second to show you his thick, veiny hands.

Before you can agree, he slips a digit into you, tongue returning to your sensitive clit right away. His finger coils up inside you, reaching for the spot you'd like most.

It shouldn't surprise you how easily and quickly he finds it, pressing up immediately, but it does. A choked moan leaves your throat, the loudest one thus far, and your eyes shoot down to his in shock.

"how-"

"I know my way 'round here doll, I own this after all, don't I?"

His words are just enough to send you over the edge, and you tremble as he continues to finger you, helping you ride the wave till you stop spasming.

"so g- fuck you feel so good"

He slips his finger out, bringing it to his lips to lap up your juices. The sight of his tongue darting over his fingers has you whimpering pathetically, in need of something more already. Drinking in the sight of him on his knees for you, you soon realize something. His clothes were still on.

"wanna see you" you mumble, "please"

In a swift motion, his shirt's off and his toned torso is on complete display. The deep divots of his abs have you drooling and you find yourself wanting to bite into them and claim him as your own.

"so you do think I'm hot" he smirks as he gauges your reaction.

"get over yourself ugh"

"not when I've got a fucking goddess in bed with me"

"shut up" you roll your eyes. His eyes narrow at you, slight aggression in his tone-

"yeah, I'm gonna have to fuck that attitude out of you. right fucking now."

You reach out to feel his abs but he smacks your hand away, smirking slyly. He runs his hand down his chiseled body, and god you wish those were your hands touching him. The upward quirk of his lips told you that he knew how badly you wanted to touch him. He knew the effect his body had on you.

"can't touch me yet baby," he smirked lazily, "gotta earn it- gotta prove to me how good you can be, hm? gotta take this thick fucking cock like a good little slut- you can do that for me, can't you doll?"

You whimpered, spreading your legs for him greedily and he moans at the sight. Your sopping folds were on display, only for him to see. All of you was on display only for him to see.

"that's it- so fucking needy" He shoved off his sweats.

Breathing heavily, he crawled over you, slow like an animal stalking his prey. The tip of his cock peeked out of his boxers and your mouth watered at the sight, waiting eagerly to see it in all its glory.

He laughed dryly at your reaction. He found you so damn cute. All needy and cock drunk for him. Him alone.

His boxers were soon pushed off, hardened cock springing free right away.

Shit.

He was huge. Thick and veiny and long- fuck so long he'd be able to kiss your cervix right away. Unable to tear your gaze away from it, you bit your lip in anticipation, a mixture of fear and excitement flashing through your bright eyes.

"h- you're so big," you whispered, "so fucking big-"

He grins, sadistically almost.

"that pretty pussy of yours will make room for me though, won't it?" You gasp. Of course, it will, fuck you'd do anything for him. Anything.

"anything for you- anything to feel you in me"

Those words of yours seem to be it for him, and he holds his cock in his hand, slapping it against your clit so you feel his weight.

"this?" he prods, "you want this in you angel?"

Yes. God yes. Your body screams, aches for him. You fucking need this. You need him. Your mind clouds with lust, and you chant his name like a prayer. How badly you needed him- needed his cock to fill you up real good. Fuck if he would just get on with it and stop teasing already, you were so wet for him.

Your prayers are answered, when you feel his tip slide in, slowly, stretching you out in a way no man ever has before. Your pussy tightens as he fills you so deliciously. Locking your eyes onto the way he slid into your pussy, you moaned when you realized that he wasn't even halfway in yet. How you were going to accommodate for his sheer size was beyond you, but god did you feel good with every inch he sunk further.

"min-gy- oh my god" you shuddered, already feeling your stomach tighten when all he'd done was ease himself into you.

"fuck I'm not even all the way in yet" he groans at the way you clench around him.

"please-" Your voice is hoarse and loud.

You grab onto his arm, digging your nails into the hard flesh. Those were leaving marks, for sure.

"more, gyu please"

"fuck," he shivered, bottoming out right away as your back arched under him, "two taps on my thigh if you want me to stop, okay?"

You nod, squirming under him as he starts to move. His thrusts are slower than you expected, but god are they powerful. You'd always expected him to be a hard and fast kind of guy but evidently, he likes to take his fucking time. The bed shook with each thrust, quivering under him just the way you were. The thick, hard vein running along the underside of his cock rubs against your walls so good, you feel your eyes glass over.

"cock's so good it has you crying? hm?" he grunts out, thrusting upward into you, as he leans back into you for a kiss.

His eyes fluttered shut as your lips connected, and he licked at the seam of your mouth for entrance. Glad to oblige, you open up, a moan slipping out before he muffles it with his tongue. He explored the hollow of your mouth, trailing over your tongue like a man starved. You'd stopped breathing for a bit, completely captured by the way he flooded your senses.

His mouth was on your own, dick still thrusting away inside you, chest heaving against yours- he was everywhere.

A hand made its way down to your clit, thumbing tight circles into the oversensitive nub. You moaned, your own hand chasing his to hold his wrist in place. He let out a shallow groan, feeling the way you clamped down around him right away.

"fuck" he rasped, "that's- fuck you're good, so good for me angel" His hips stuttered, cock twitching inside you, and your walls tightened further, ready for release.

"ca-n I cum," you begged, tears pricking at your eyes as his gaze locked onto you, "please gyu"

"cum on my cock doll, fuck, I'm so close- so close you feel so fucking good"

You squeeze him, coming undone at his words, moans dripping past your lips uncontrollably as your back arched- spine tingling from the pleasure.

He followed soon after, pulling out just as he came, hot white ropes shooting out over your stomach. The noises he made were borderline pornographic- the most perfect, erotic groans you'd ever heard, and you could've sworn you heard him whimper just after he pulled out. His body slumped beside yours, arm draped around your waist.

A minute passed in silence. All you could hear was his steadying breath as he tried to regain his composure. You sighed, holding onto the arm around you.

"fuck"

"fuck," he echoed, sighing satisfactorily "c'mere let's get you cleaned up angel"

Gently, he scooped you up in his arms, carrying you so tenderly you could melt. He made his way over to the bathroom, setting you down at the side of the tub as he ran you a bath. While the tub took its time filling up, Mingyu snagged a soft hand towel from your rack and ran it under the tap before wiping you down with the warm cloth. His actions were wordless, save for a few compliments he threw your way seeing how you shone under his touch.

His eyes, however, spoke a language of their own, the string connecting your gaze and his staying taut constantly.

'I love you.' they seemed to be saying, louder and louder despite his silence. There was a desperation in those eyes you couldn't seem to place. A longing.

Your bath was ready. Mingyu shut off the water, and eased you in, feeling how you relaxed in its warmth. He smiled softly, getting in with you right away. You could get used to this... How tenderly he held you against his chest, rubbing soothing circles into your back and shoulders. It almost made you feel special. Almost.

You still couldn't seem to shake the thought that this was a one-night-only affair. That he wasn't in love the way you were. That he would leave.

"y/n" he said, "there's something I'd like to ask you"

"go ahead 'm listening gyu"

"how do you feel-" he started, hesitating when your shoulders tensed, "how do you feel about me?"

"I-"

The words wouldn't come out.

'I love you. I've loved you for so long. I want to be yours Mingyu, I want to fall asleep with you every night and wake up with you every morning. I want to hold your hand and know that this is real- that it's you and me against the world. I want you. To be touched by you, to be loved by you.'

Your throat closed up and the tears you didn't realize you were holding back rolled down your cheeks. Alarmed, Mingyu cupped your face quickly, thumbs swiping away the tears.

"I'm sorry- fuck I'm so sorry this is too soon isn't it?" his panicked, almost guilty voice rang in your ears. "I shouldn't have assumed you felt the same, I'm so sorry y/n"

Wait what?

"you- but I- what?"

The tears had stopped. Your eyes were fixed on his guilty ones.

"I assumed you liked me too"

"too?"

"yes, too. I've liked you since forever- I thought you knew 'cause of how obvious I made it"

"too?" You were dumbfounded. Your mouth felt dry. Your heart thudded against the confines of your ribs. Your lips crashed into his, desperately, passionately.

Taken aback by the sudden kiss, a surprised gasp left Mingyu's lips.

"I like you too, idiot, love you, even" you mumbled against his lips, before he pulled you in once again for a longer, deeper kiss, just like the one you first shared.

Your breaths enmeshed, becoming one, hands holding onto one another desperately. The steady thud in your chest matched his own and you knew this was real.

"I love you more," his eyes shine with such devotion and awe, you feel the air knocked out of your lungs.

You run a finger along his defined chest, earning a shiver in response, and whisper;

"show me, then,"

A sly smile quirks up his lips and he lowers his head into the crook of your neck.

"only if you say please"

#seventeen #mingyu #mingyu smut #kim mingyu #smut #seventeen smut

[houseofchalamet]

Biggest Fan

Pairing: Timothee Chalamet x f!Reader Summary: Reader has been absolutely filthy in the DMs and when she meets Timothée unexpectedly, he wants her to make good on her promises. Warnings: Smut (oral - male receiving), sexualizing a celebrity, technically a power imbalance, curse words. Word count: 2k

There was no way he’d ever see your DMs. He probably got thousands of messages a day; yours would get lost in a sea of countless others. And he was rarely ever on Twitter…

Still, you’d occasionally send some DMs anyway, just for the hell of it. It started tame. Telling him how much you loved his work, how excited you were for the next Dune movie… Small things like that. 

And then the thirst started.

It was all because of the Oscars… The damn Oscars. God, he looked so good. You felt like you were going to explode the second the shirtless image of him appeared on your TV screen. In the heat of the moment, you whipped out your phone and began typing every lewd thought that popped into your head.

Everything about him was perfect, from his hair down to the smallest details, like the rings on his fingers. You drank in every image you could find of his bare chest. Before you knew it, you were composing the nastiest paragraph you’d ever written in your life (up until that point, at least) and hitting send without a second thought.

God, it’s almost unfair how perfect you are. You’re so fucking sexy in your sparkly little jacket. I wanna taste every inch of you. I want you to fuck my mouth and make me gag on your cock. I want your cum running down my throat. I want you to fuck me so hard and fast that all I know is your name. I want you to absolutely obliterate me. I wanna be your personal fuckdoll… I’m fucking dripping just thinking about it. I need you inside me so fucking bad. I’m such a needy slut for you.

That was just the first one, and as time went on, they grew more graphic. It became an outlet, a way to get all of this sexual energy out. Your messages ranged from short, innocent sentences to long, erotic paragraphs detailing all of the depraved things you wanted him to do to you.

But he’d never see it.

Right?

***

The club was full of drunk, sweaty bodies. You were perfectly content to stand in the corner all night with your best friend, Jess, and sway to the music, feeling the bass vibrate through the floor.

“Hey, isn’t he that guy you’re so obsessed with?” Jess asked, pointing discreetly to a group of guys in the corner.

Your jaw dropped as you realized you were standing in the presence of the Timothée Chalamet. He was with a group of friends and appeared to be having a good time. Your heart began to race in your chest.

“Come on,” Jess said, taking in your stunned appearance. She tugged your hand, starting to lead you in his direction, but you pulled back.

“Are you fucking insane? I can’t just walk right up to him, I’ll literally drop dead on the spot.”

“Okay, fine, don’t talk to him.” She held back a laugh at your outburst. “But you know if you don’t at least stand in the same general vicinity as him, you’ll hate yourself forever.” 

Damn. You hated when she was right.

You both weaved through the crowd, strategically placing yourselves closer and closer every few moments without making it too obvious. 

You fought the urge to keep glancing at him, though all you wanted to do was drink in his appearance. You weren’t sure you’d ever get the chance to see him in person again. 

Jess was talking about something Britney had said to her earlier - you weren’t really paying too much attention - when you tried to steal a glance at exactly the wrong moment.

His eyes met yours. 

And instead of looking away and pretending nothing had happened like a normal person would in this circumstance, you froze. Your eyes widened, giving you a slight deer-in-the-headlights expression. He broke into that adorable, lopsided smile you loved so much.

Then, to your surprise, he started moving toward you.

“Oh fuck, oh fuck,” you whispered to Jess.

“Wha-”

“Hey, I’m Timothée,” he said. Jess’s eyes widened, too, as she processed the situation. Holy fuck he was so close, you could smell him now. And he smelled good.

“I… I know,” you replied stupidly, the awe evident in your voice.

“I’m Jess, and this is (Y/N),” she stepped in for you. “It’s so nice to meet you.”

“You too,” he smiled. His eyes flicked back to you. His brow furrowed and his head tilted to one side as he took you in, but after a few seconds, he shook his head. “Sorry, have we met before?”

“Umm…” You pretended to think for a second, even though you’d definitely remember if you’d met this literal god before. “Nope, I don’t think so.”

“Hm… Weird. I thought I recognized you from somewhere.”

You shrugged this off; he’d probably met so many fans in so many countries, there was bound to be at least one other girl somewhere who somewhat resembled you.

He was extremely nice and offered to take photos with you. He hung around to chat for a few minutes before excusing himself back to his friends. Besides your general awkwardness - which he was probably used to, judging by the way he easily brushed it off - the interaction couldn’t have gone any better.

“He’s literally my future husband,” you told Jess dreamily as you both watched him walk away.

“Not if I marry him first,” she joked.

“Hey! At least share!” You pouted.

She jokingly stuck her tongue out at you, and then her eyes scanned the room. “Well, if my marriage to Timmy doesn’t pan out, I think I just found his replacement. Mind if I go dance?”

“Nah, go right ahead,” you replied. You leaned against a wall, focusing on your phone. You posted your photo with Timmy to Instagram, and then popped onto Twitter to make the photo your profile pic. Your moots were about to go feral. For a moment, your thumb hovered over the messages icon. 

Ah, why not?

Hot sweatpants, cutie. I’ll make you sweat and pant;)

You chuckled a little to yourself. God, that was a cringey one. Still, it was just for your entertainment, so why not?

You continued scrolling through Twitter, enjoying your fifteen minutes of fame as you were bombarded by a million questions, each more unhinged than the last (‘What did he smell like?’ ‘Who was he with?’ ‘Did you lick his hand? I would’ve licked his hand’ etc). You were in the middle of replying to someone when you heard a voice beside you.

“I know where I recognized you from!”

Your eyes met his green ones and your breath caught in your throat. You weren’t expecting any more attention from Timothée, but obviously welcomed it.

“Where’s that?” you asked, trying to be nonchalant. He pulled up his phone and showed you the screen.

Your eyes widened and your mouth dropped open. You were horrified as you took in Timothée’s view of your DM’s. He must have turned his read receipts off. He didn’t seem to notice your embarrassment as he scrolled up in the conversation a little.

“This is one of my favorites, ‘My ass is grass and I want you to mow it.’ Or that time you just sent the link to Deep Throat by Cupcakke.”

“Oh, god,” you said, putting your head in your hands. You couldn’t even deny that it was you; the profile picture gave you away. You wanted to spontaneously combust. “I didn’t think you’d actually see that.”

“I could tell…” he chuckled. Thankfully, he scrolled past your more… needy messages and focused on the ironic ones. “‘I would let you break my back in half, spit in my mouth, dislocate my jaw, pee on me, rip out my intestines, and then hit me with your car and I’d still be your biggest fan.’”

“Ugh, God,” you groaned. 

He smirked at you and you swore his eyes flicked down to your lips for a split second. When he spoke again, the joking tone had disappeared. “You think you’re my biggest fan?”

Your mouth opened but no words came out. You drew in a sharp breath. “I- uh… y-yeah.”

His voice dropped dangerously low; you were sure no one else could hear. “Would you be willing to prove it?”

His words swam around in your head and you struggled to make sense of them. Surely, you had misunderstood… You blinked, watching as his tongue swiped over his lips. 

“Absolutely.”

Before you could even process what was happening, he had taken your hand and led you down a hallway, somehow unseen by anyone else. He slipped you into a bathroom and shut the door behind you both. 

Pressing you against the door, he attached his lips to yours.

You felt yourself relax into him as he kissed you deeply. Suddenly, your shy side had disappeared and in its place stood the horndog who had written all those DMs. You gently bit his bottom lip and he wound his arms around your waist, pulling you even closer. You slipped your tongue into his mouth and he ground against you. You practically moaned; he was already hard. You reached down, stroking him through his pants. He was just as big as you’d imagined.

You pushed him back until he was leaning against the sink and were on your knees in an instant, tugging down his sweatpants. You licked your lips as his dick sprang free.

“Love reading your desperate little messages over and over again…” he sighed, his head dropping back a little as you stroked him slowly.

“Mmm… Yeah?” you smirked, taking the tip between your lips and sucking lightly. His eyes rolled back and his mouth dropped open as he gripped the counter for support. You could tell he was restraining himself from bucking his hips up into you.

“Fuuuuckkk yeaaah,” he hissed. Slowly, teasingly, you began to descend on him. “God, I jack off nearly every day to them… Love seeing how needy you are for me.”

Your brain practically stopped working; the situation you found yourself in was too good to even begin to comprehend. Timothée Chalamet had just admitted to enjoying your depraved fantasies while his dick was in your mouth. Your pussy was dripping.

You hummed in response, hollowing your cheeks and bobbing your head torturously slow. He seemed to understand the game you were playing and was happy to give you more.

“Sometimes I go onto your profile and scroll through your selfies and imagine fucking you just like you want me to.” One of his hands weaved into your hair, but he didn’t apply any pressure just yet. You took all of him in your mouth now, his tip nudging the back of your throat. You came back up slowly, running your tongue along the bottom of his shaft.

“Fuck,” he hissed again. You started to bob your head faster now. After a few moments, his restraint wavered and he began to thrust into you. You blinked up at him, eyes full of nothing but pure adoration as he fucked your mouth. “Fuck, (Y/N), you’re so fucking good for me… Gonna be a good girl and swallow my cum?”

“Mmmhm,” you hummed and he gasped at the feeling of your throat vibrating. He released another string of curses before you felt his hot cum shooting down your throat. You absolutely savored the moment, taking in every drop you could. You never wanted to forget this feeling; this taste. 

You bobbed your head a couple more times before pulling off, causing his legs to tremble. He caught his breath, pulling his pants back up. He looked down at you, knelt on the floor before him, eyes glazed over, cheeks flushed and lips swollen. 

He held out a hand to help you up, which you took. You frowned, unhappy that your encounter was over.

But as if reading your mind, he took your face in his hands. “Don’t look so disappointed. I’m not finished with you yet, love.”

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[finniestoncrane]

Portrait Session

Capullo!Riddler x GN!Reader, word count: 1k commission: artist reader is propositioned by edward nygma to paint a portrait of him showcasing all his best features... 💚 commission me here! request info • prompt list • send me a request • kofi • masterlist minors DNI!! 🔞 cw: non-consensual nudity from eddie but is that really a negative? plus some suggestive stuff

Usually, the end of the day was your favourite time in the studio. There was something soothing about tidying up and cleaning things away. It provided that sense of completion, even if you hadn’t manage to get very far in any pieces through the hours you’d spent there. So it was more irritating than anything else when you were suddenly interrupted as you washed your brushes in the sink. You could smell the overly fragrant cologne before you could feel the hand over your mouth, feel the warmth of the breath before the words were whispered into your ear.

“Ok… don’t do anything stupid… because we know how this goes… just, turn around slowly and I might uncover your mouth, ok?”

You nodded, rolling your eyes as you placed the voice. Nothing surprised you much in Gotham anymore, and very little scared you. But there was one thing that you found annoying, more than anything else, and now you were face to face with it.

“Edward Nygma, The Riddler, but of course, you know who I am.”

He flashed a grin and let go of your mouth.

“Yep. Very aware of you.”

“Oh, a fan, hm?”

He raised his eyebrows a few times, smiling at you with a lewd grin.

“Hardly. How did you get in here?”

“I’m The Riddler, idiot. That’s what you’re wondering? Not why I’m here, or what I might do to you?”

He winked and you felt your eyes roll again. Everything about him bothered you, and to be perfectly honest you would rather he killed you or knocked you out to steal whatever he might need, anything to stop him from talking.

“Ok, fine. Enlighten me.”

“Well, you never replied to my email enquiry. So I thought I’d stop by in person.”

“Oh! Yes! I remember that…”

A few weeks ago, you had received a curious email regarding the potential for you to capture the likeness of him in a portrait. You had initially thought it might be a scam, or a prank, but the ludicrous amount of compliments regarding his own features, and the horribly self-indulgent signature which was filled with riddles and more compliments, assured you that it might be genuine. And of course, if it was, you wanted nothing to do with it.

“So you did read it. And you chose not to respond to me?”

“Yep. Don’t get told ‘no’ often, huh?”

“Not by anyone that matters. And ordinarily, you definitely wouldn’t matter. But… your art is… different. Better. I like it. And I really, really want you to paint me.”

You shook your head silently, but he kept pleading.

“Come on! I can make it worth your while. Very worth your while.”

“I doubt that very much.”

Ignoring the suggestive grin on his face, you chose to take a look down his body, letting your gaze linger on his crotch as you served your cutting response.

“Ouch. But I was actually thinking monetarily, for once.”

Taking a quick look around the studio, you considered what a little bit of extra cashflow could do for you. New paints, new materials, restock the cabinets. Maybe add a skylight if he was feeling extra generous.

“Ok… fine. I’ll paint your portrait. Let me get my things set up and we can bash this out as quickly as possible.”

“That’s usually how I operate.”

Scoffing at him, you turned to grab your supplies, some brushes, a canvas, some paints, and when you returned your gaze to Edward Nygma, you found him shirtless and removing his pants.

“Hey! What are you doing?”

“Uh… duh?”

He spread his arms out to the side, displaying his undressed form to you as his pants slid down his waist, leaving him in just his underwear.

“You’re gonna paint me nude.”

“I am?”

He threw his head back, sighing in exasperation.

“It really is me looking at my best, and I’m sure you’ll agree once you’ve seen me in all of my glory.”

You covered your eyes with your hand and turned your head slightly as Eddie removed his underwear, but you stole a quick glance at him before he told you to open your eyes. Facing him completely, you blinked a few times to adjust to the view.

“Well… see anything you like?”

Annoyingly, you did. He was slim, not toned, with a soft patch of red chest hair, and another patch of the same bright hue around his flaccid cock. And as he grinned, the self-satisfied smirk that usually irritated you, you found yourself blushing slightly.

“Let’s just get started now, come on.”

“Ah, ah, ah! Not quite yet, still got one more thing to do.”

He reached down to his cock, gripping it in his hand, and began to stroke it.

“Woah! Hey! What are you doing?”

“Well, I’m not going to have a portrait painted where I’m not looking my best or biggest.”

“Oh my god.”

“I’ll just be a second. Maybe you could… help me out?”

You let out an incredulous laugh, and he shrugged his shoulders.

“Suit yourself then.”

It was hard to take your eyes off of him as he stroked his cock, and you could see in your peripheral that he was staring intently back at you. Eventually though, the pleasure had taken precedent, and his eyes were closing as he let his mouth fall open. Soft sighs spilled out as his hand moved up and down his swiftly growing length quicker. You could tell he was reaching climax, which definitely wasn’t the point of this at all. And you knew, unfortunately, you should step in to prevent this from going any further.

“Ok… are you ready to start now, Mister Nygma?”

“Sure am, and I’m ready for some other things too.”

With another wink, he looked down to his cock, smiling back at you, a hopeful tone to his words. If he kept this up, you’d be here a lot longer than it would take you just to finish the painting.

#finnie writes #riddler #the riddler #riddler x reader #riddler x you #edward nygma #zero year riddler #zero year!riddler #capullo riddler #capullo!riddler #riddler smut #x reader

[sihtricfedaraaahvicius]

Plus One chapter 3

Note: a request by @neonhairspray that I managed to write with my beloved Plus One!Sihtric. I suggest to read chapter 1 & chapter 2 first if you haven't yet :) I hope you'll all enjoy this one. also; happy new year!

Warnings: 18+!! some smut, some fluff.

pairing: Modern!Sihtric x you (f)

summary: You asked Sihtric to be your plus one to a Hozier concert.

wordcount: 5,4k

Masterlist

'Will you be my plus one?'

Sihtric muttered something while you batted your lashes at him from across the kitchen. His hair was long and messy, his face rather pale and his heavy eyes were desperately trying to stay open, while he was shirtless yet comfortably looking in just his grey sweatpants.

'Pleaaaase?' you hopped over to him, 'I mean, you even look like him since you grew your hair out,' you grinned.

'What?' Sihtric blinked, dumbfounded, 'is that why you wanted me to grow my hair out again? So I could look like some… some random dude?'

'He's not some random dude, okay,' you said, annoyed, 'his name is Andrew.'

'Andrew? I thought his name was Hozier.'

'That's one of his names, and his stage name-'

'Andrew,' Sihtric scoffed, 'I don't look like Andrew,' he said, mocking the name.

'Siht,' you groaned and pouted, 'please, babe, please be my plus one to the show?'

Sihtric sighed as he stirred his coffee, then raked his fingers through his loose hair and shuffled to the couch while he was still waking up.

It was a Sunday morning, the last day of the year. Your boyfriend was trying to deal with his hangover from the previous night of going out drinking, and getting awfully close to that Mc Donald's he was banned from, while you had been going on and on about some concert as soon as he had opened his eyes half an hour ago.

'Why do you want to go and see that Andrew guy so badly anyway?' he asked as he sat down on your couch.

'Because,' you plunged down next to him, 'he's my favourite artist and I won free tickets. Free! I never win anything and now I won two tickets! Come on, it will be fun. You know the music and you said you even liked it-'

'Honey,' Sihtric interrupted and rubbed his forehead as a headache taunted him, 'just because we bang to his music doesn't mean I enjoy the music. You really think I actually pay attention to the music when I'm railing you?'

You clicked your tongue and rolled your eyes.

'Look, the show is until eleven, so we're home by midnight again and we can even stop by Mc Donald's. You have two options, we're either going to see Hozier's new year's eve show together, or we spend the entire evening at my parents' house. And you know how much my mom loves you-'

'Fine!' Sihtric huffed, 'I'll be your plus one.'

'Yay!' you squealed and wrapped your arms around his neck to kiss his cheek, 'but we still have to stop by my parents before we go to the show.'

'Oh, come on!'

Much to your mother's disgrace, you and Sihtric had been a couple for almost a year now. Every time she saw your boyfriend she had flashbacks to that time she walked in on him in your bedroom, while he was on your bed with his legs spread, completely naked, after which she had fainted. And to make everything even worse, Sihtric had indeed gotten your name tattooed on his body, just like he had told your mother before she ran out of the house that same day. You had been rather shocked at the sudden reveal of your name on the front of his left hip, one of the few spots he hadn't fully inked yet by then, but you had known Sihtric for quite some time and knew he was as impulsive as he was smitten with you. So you had just accepted the fact that you'd see your own name whenever you'd get down on your knees for him, which was rather often, and you grew to love the idea that you had sort of claimed him that way. And Sihtric was proudly showing off your name on his body too whenever he took a shirtless mirror selfie for his instagram, pushing his boxers down just far enough.

Your mother already wasn't Sihtric's biggest fan since she first met him, at the wedding of your aunt and uncle when you only pretended to be a couple, but she thought he looked even more like the savage that he was, according to her, when he grew out his hair over time. She thought he was "alright" when he had it braided or tied back, but she couldn't stop giving him disapproving looks when he just had it loose. And unfortunately for your mother, it was your favourite look, so when you visited them before going to the concert, his hair was loose and looking rather wild as the wind had blown through his locks when he got out of the car.

When you visited your parents to wish them an early happy new year, your mother couldn't stop glaring at Sihtric, as she felt like he had put in no effort whatsoever to try and look decent. You noticed she was giving Sihtric the side eye the entire time you were there. Her left eye twitched at the sight of his hair and his half unbuttoned black blouse, which showed off his Mjölnir pendant, the tattoos on his chest and also those on his arms, as he had the sleeves rolled up. She shuddered at the sight of his black skinny jeans and the way he was manspreading right across from her, which made her think of that awful time she walked in on him, and she swallowed hard at the thought of what a creature like him would do to her innocent daughter. His black leather boots with the untied laces was something she just sighed and rolled her eyes to, and the way he was eating all the snacks that were placed on the salon table made her feel sick, for she still thought he ate like a pig, and she wasn't completely wrong about the eating part. She excused herself to the bathroom, and as your father was occupied by watching a Rolling Stones concert on tv, you looked at your boyfriend who sat beside you.

'Sihtric,' you hissed quietly as you kicked his ankle, 'stop shoving down the food like that.'

'Like what?' Sihtric asked, offended, with his mouth full while he held two more slices of bread in one hand and a cheese spread in his other, 'I'm hungry, babe.'

'You're always hungry,' you sighed, 'how you are keeping your body in shape is simply beyond me.'

'It's because of the lots of sex with you,' Sihtric shrugged, which unfortunately your mother heard as she had entered the room again and froze.

'Oh,' you gasped when you saw her, then coughed, 'I- I…,' you cleared your throat awkwardly while Sihtric stuffed his mouth once again, and you decided to get yourself a drink.

'Can you pour me some wine, honey?' Sihtric asked, again with his mouth full.

'No, you can't drink,' you said, 'you're driving.'

'What?' Sihtric scoffed, 'you mean I have to endure that Andrew guy and I can't even drink?'

'You know very well that I hate driving in the dark, babe,' you smiled and blew him a kiss, then poured him some water instead of the wine he asked and longed for.

'Andrew?' your mother frowned.

'Hozier, mom. Sihtric is just jealous of some guy I can never have,' you said as you made your way back to Sihtric.

'Hozier,' your mother said as she followed and sat down, 'I have heard of him. Didn't he have that song about Church?'

'Yes,' you nodded.

'A fine Christian man,' your mother smiled, satisfied that her daughter listened to such decent music.

Sihtric looked up and furrowed his brow.

'Honey, isn't that song about-'

'A fine Christian man,' you agreed as you kicked Sihtric's ankle again. Your mother did not need to know the truth about that song.

'Yes, he is,' your mother continued, 'I saw him on tv the other day, what a handsome man.'

'He is,' you agreed, 'hey, mom? Don't you think Sihtric looks a little like Hozier?'

Your mother stared at your savage looking boyfriend, who sat back and rubbed his stomach with a proud smile after he just finished the last snack that was on the table. She looked him up and down and made a face as she noticed the similar hair and his facial hair.

'No,' she lied curtly and then looked straight at the tv, 'ah, the Rolling Stones,' she changed the topic and nudged your father, who hadn't heard a single word of the conversation.

'Well,' you said and got up, 'we better get going. We still need to drive to the venue for the show.'

You walked up to your parents to give them a hug and wished them a happy new year. And as you went to grab your coat out of the hallway, Sihtric shook hands with your dad, who gave him a smile and a nod, and he then pulled your mother in for a tight hug, to which she almost yelped. Sihtric squeezed her in his arms with a grin and then pressed a long kiss to her cheek, and when he leaned back to see her reaction he noticed she had turned pale.

'Happy new year, mommy,' Sihtric winked, and your mother quickly grabbed onto the armrest of her chair when she felt herself on the verge of fainting again and dare she say; feeling violated at the touch of him.

'Crap,' you hissed when you stepped inside the venue.

The place was packed, which wasn't a surprise, as Hozier only played sold out venues you knew. But you had no idea it would be this crowded already when the support act was still on stage, and Sihtric frowned when he saw the disappointment on your face. He was content with the spot you were both in; it was close to the bar and he could see more of the stage than he really wanted, but when he lowered himself to look from your eye level he understood you couldn't see a thing. He looked at the bar, which was on his right, and back to you on his left, and then he sighed. He circled his arm around your waist and pulled you in so you could hear him over the music.

'Don't give me that face, sweetheart,' he said in your ear and took your hand, 'let me get a drink first, okay?'

Sihtric held your hand as he looked at the list of non-alcoholic drinks and he pouted slightly at the sight of it, to which you sighed and nudged his elbow.

'Fine, I'll drive us back home so you can have a beer or two.'

'Or five,' Sihtric mumbled.

'What?' you yelled.

'One day I'll make you my wife,' Sihtric yelled back and gave you a hug.

He ordered three beers, which he could barely carry without spilling, and one water for you. He quickly downed one beer and you already knew you were in for a night. Sihtric held his arm out to you and you grabbed onto his bicep, and he guided you further into the crowd, closer to the stage, until you told him you could see everything quite good. 

When the support act was over, and Sihtric already finished his second beer, he noticed he got quite some attention from both men and women in the surrounding crowd. At first he thought he was already tipsy and was just imagining things, but then you noticed it too and you couldn't hold your laugh when you saw his confused face.

'I told you,' you chuckled, 'you look like Hozier with your hair down like this. And your facial hair doesn't help either.'

'Is that why people are looking at me?'

'I'm pretty sure that's the reason, yep,' you grinned and wrapped your arms around him as he took the first sip of his last beer. 'They can look,' you said, your lips grazed his ear, 'but you're all mine,' you bit his ear lightly and gave his ass a quick squeeze, to which Sihtric almost choked on his drink.

'Hey, easy,' he coughed and placed his hand on the side of your neck, then leaned in, 'or I'm dragging you back to my car.'

'To do what?' you taunted as you moved your hands under his half open blouse.

You bit down on your lip and gave him an innocent, questioning look while you trailed your hands up and down his muscular, tattooed chest.

'You know I'm always hungry,' Sihtric smirked, 'and you know you're my favourite meal.'

'Oh, really?' you smiled.

'Really,' Sihtric smiled back, and he pulled your lips onto his.

You were both too caught up with each other to even care that everyone around you was probably disgusted by the way you devoured each other, and you only broke the kiss because you heard the crowd cheer and noticed the lights went out. You quickly turned to face the stage and left Sihtric hanging, and he already held a grudge to your favourite artist for that alone. Regardless, Sihtric wrapped one arm around your waist and pulled your back against his chest, and he enjoyed the rest of his beer while you looked at the stage.

You held your breath when you heard the melody to De Selby (part 1) and you screamed your lungs out with the rest of the crowd when Hozier played De Selby (part 2) right after. Sihtric shook his head lightly at the fact you screamed at the sight of a man that wasn't him, but his mind got carried away when he suddenly recognized the song that was being played. You didn't see Sihtric's sly smile behind you when he remembered the melody of the song that had been playing only a few days ago, in his kitchen, when you stayed over at his place. He remembered hearing the beat vaguely in the background while his head was between your thighs and his tongue dragging the sweetest sounds out of you. He got lost in his thoughts for a song or two, happily remembering all the intimate and sexy moments he had shared with you, until he got pulled back into the moment when he suddenly recognized another song; From Eden.

Something so wholesome about you…

Get closer to me…

Sihtric pulled you closer against him, feeling your hips sway lightly to the beat, and he smiled again as he buried his face in your neck, leaving soft kisses on your skin while you enjoyed the music. You didn't mind Sihtric was basically touching you up while you were watching and listening to your favourite musician. You loved the fact that the music you were now hearing live, with your boyfriend's arms around you, was tied to your most vulnerable moments with him, and it was simply a special and wholesome moment for you. And when To Be Alone was played you turned to face Sihtric, who had finally finished his last drink, and you wrapped your arms around his neck.

'Dance with me,' you said in his ear, and he gladly obeyed.

Sihtric placed his hands on your waist and leaned his forehead against yours, following your lead as you slowly moved your feet to the beat. You slow danced to the tune that filled the arena, and when Sihtric heard the words to the chorus he smiled when another memory played in his head.

It feels so good, girl, it feels so good…

Oh, to be alone with you…

'Do you remember this one?' you smiled as your lips grazed his ear again.

'How could I forget?' Sihtric chuckled, and his hands moved down to your buttocks, 'the way you sucked me off during that roadtrip while this song played was out of this world.'

You gave him a cheeky smile and ran your hands over his tattooed chest again, up his neck, and you pushed yourself up your tiptoes to kiss his lips. 

The first half of the concert was just perfect, and Sihtric wasn't really bothered being there either as he enjoyed the memories and seeing you smile. Until he noticed it became harder to draw your attention, and he stared at Hozier for a good few minutes with an unamused look on his face. He hated that he now sort of began to understand what you meant when you told him he kind of looked like Hozier. The hair was right, but just not as long, and his facial hair got close to that of the Irish singer too. Sihtric was tall, but Hozier was undeniably taller, which didn't bother him really because he knew he was way more muscular than that guy with his guitar. Sihtric felt himself become bitter with each cheer you gave the guy, and soon he started to roll his eyes and fake yawn every time Hozier did or said something that made the arena scream their lungs out, which included you. Sihtric just wasn't impressed anymore, he was hungry. He was hungry for you… and for some Mc Donald's. 

While you enjoyed the rest of the show Sihtric took out his phone and kept one arm around you, wanting to keep you close and also out of fear that you'd run to the stage and climb that tree of a man up there. He did a quick google search and saw that the Mc Donald's on the way back home was open past midnight, even on new year's eve, and he already couldn't wait to get out of the venue and order dozens of nuggets. But when Sihtric saw the time, he realised he had at least another half hour of watching the love of his life look at that Andrew dude with hearts in her eyes, and he just wasn't having it. 

He became rather oblivious to the music, which was also what always happened whenever you two were intimate while the music played, and you felt his hands roam over your body. You enjoyed his warm touch and the feeling of his lips on your neck and shoulders, all while you kept your eyes on the other long haired man in front of you, and a quick fantasy of a threesome made your knees weak. It was only when you felt Sihtric's hand slide up under your skirt that you suddenly snapped back to reality and turned around.

'Babe,' you chuckled, 'what are you doing? We're in public.'

'Then let's get out of here,' Sihtric murmured in your ear, 'hm? Let's fuck in my car, honey bun.'

'What? No! The show's not over yet.'

You gave him a confused look and attempted to turn around, but Sihtric stopped you and grabbed your face, gently.

'I'll give you a show,' he said before he kissed you hard.

'Honey,' you laughed and took a slight step back, 'I know you will. But the concert is almost over, okay? We'll leave right away. Just let me enjoy this.'

You turned your back to Sihtric, who huffed and clenched his jaw while he glared at the man on stage. He wrapped his arms around you again and held you firmly pressed against his chest as his lips found your ear.

'You keeping those heels on for me tonight, bunny?' he husked.

You shook your head and rolled your eyes at his desperate attempt for attention, but you were determined to see this show til the very end, so you didn't respond. Which only riled your infamous boyfriend up even more. He trailed his hand down your arm, took your hand and guided it behind your back. He pressed the palm of your hand against his crotch, where you felt his hardening cock.

'Keep looking at that guy,' he almost hissed in your ear, 'but remember it'll be my name tonight which you'll scream, sweetheart,' he grinded slowly against your hand as he held it in place, and he squeezed your hip with his other, 'it'll be my hair you will be pulling-'

'Sihtric,' you sighed and gave him a light shove, 'baby, please, I just want to enjoy the concert. Yes, I want you too, but not right now, I mean… come on,' you cocked your head towards the stage, towards Hozier.

You scoffed and shrugged before you turned your back to him again, and Sihtric cursed silently at the guy who kept stealing your attention away from him. 

And even when the show was finally over, Sihtric was still in a mood.

'I can't believe it's always a nightmare to get out of the parking lot,' you groaned behind the wheel of Sihtric's car.

Sihtric didn't reply, he just sat with his arms crossed next to you as he stared out of the window. And to make it worse, you switched on the radio and decided to play some more Hozier. Sihtric huffed and switched off the radio, to which you rolled your eyes and switched it back on again. The on and off game continued for a few long seconds until you had enough.

'Sihtric!' you snarled and switched the music on again, 'stop it!'

'It's my car, sweetheart,' he hissed and pressed it off again.

'You've got to be kidding me,' you muttered as you pressed the on button, and you slapped his hand when Sihtric tried to switch the music off again. 'Stop being such a baby!'

'You're a baby,' Sihtric mumbled.

'Gods, are you drunk?'

'No.'

'Are you sure?'

'Yes.'

'Then you have no excuse for this childish behaviour.'

'Oh, sorry I'm not a real man, like Andrew.'

'So that's what this is,' you scoffed, 'you're not seriously jealous of a musician, are you?'

Sihtric kept his eyes locked on the blocked parking lot exit and he didn't say a word.

'Sihtric!' you chuckled, albeit annoyed, 'answer me.'

'I saw the way you looked at him,' he huffed.

'For the love of… Siht,' you took his hand, 'yes, I think Hozier is handsome, and… sure, I wouldn't mind a night with him,' you giggled, to which Sihtric clenched his jaw and flared his nostrils, 'along with you, obviously,' you added.

'A threesome?' Sihtric made a disgusted face, 'with Andrew? The fuck not. But, yeah, I'm in a mood because of him. And I'm hungry. Happy now?'

You snorted at his confession and turned up the volume when the next Hozier song started to play through the speakers. And when after several minutes there was still no movement in the rather dark and packed parking lot, Sihtric took a deep breath and unbuckled his seat belt.

'That's it,' he snarled, and he suddenly reached for the handle under your seat, which he pulled and with one swift move he pushed your seat back as far as he could.

'Sihtric?!' you yelped as you felt yourself rush backwards in your seat, and before you could even blink you felt your seatbelt loosen after Sihtric had unbuckled it, 'what are you doing?!'

'Getting what I want,' he growled while he climbed over to your side and knelt down in front of your seat.

'What-' you were interrupted as Sihtric quickly pushed the backrest of your chair down as far as possible, and before you could ask what was going on, you felt his warm, rough hands move up your thighs and push your skirt up. He then grabbed your legs and pulled you closer.

'Babe!' you giggled with wide eyes when Sihtric pulled your panties down. 

You were glad it was raining outside so the windows were rather blurred. And you immediately surrendered when you felt his tongue delve between your folds, pleasing and teasing you in all the right ways, and your hands moved automatically into his long hair as you closed your eyes and enjoyed your boyfriend as well as the music.

You moaned and cursed under your breath when you felt your climax built, as your savage looking boyfriend devoured you in his car while Hozier was blasting through the speakers.

There's nothing sweeter than my baby…

I'd never want once from the cherry tree…

'Cause my baby's sweet as can be…

'Fuck,' you breathed, 'Siht, please,' you moaned and pulled his hair.

'That's right,' Sihtric breathed and locked your thighs tighter with his strong arms, 'say my fucking name, bunny,' he growled and brought his lips back on you again.

'Gods, f-fuck,' you cried as he pushed you over the edge, and his name fell from your lips like a prayer.

You tried to catch your breath while you looked down into Sihtric's eyes, who gave you a satisfied and cocky look. He then wiped his lips with his thumb and licked it clean before he leaned in to give you a passionate kiss. He quickly dressed you decently again and moved back to the passenger seat. He put your backrest back up and pulled the handle under your seat to pull you back towards the wheel again, and he sat back in his seat while you still tried to catch your breath. He took a sip of water from the bottle he kept in his car and cleared his throat.

'The traffic cleared, you can drive, love,' Sihtric said, as if nothing had happened.

'Y-yeah,' you panted and grabbed his water bottle for a sip too, then you started the car.

'Hey,' Sihtric said before you hit the gas, and he took your chin, 'I love you, baby,' he almost whispered.

'I love you too, honey,' you smiled shyly.

'Good,' he smiled and pecked your lips, 'wanna stop by Mc Donald's for me, doll?'

'Of course, baby,' you said and pinched his cheek, 'if you promise to behave.'

'I promise, love.'

'Why did you drive by that Mac?!' Sihtric startled you as he suddenly raised his voice, and with disbelief he watched the glowing M pass by, 'babe?!'

'Really?' you hissed, 'that's the one you're banned from!'

Sihtric looked back at the restaurant and realised you were right, and he decided to not respond, so he just cleared his throat and sat in silence while you took a detour to a different Mc. You pulled up at the drive through intercom, and before you could speak Sihtric already leaned over to your side and nearly hung out of the window to order his beloved chicken nuggets.

'Ah, I'm sorry, sir,' the intercom voice said, to which you buried your face in your hands, 'we're out of nuggets. But I can offer you the chicken burg-'

'No!' Sihtric shouted, 'it's not the same!'

'Honey, please-'

'Sir-'

'I want my goddamn- you just wait!' he yelled, then paused as he started to take off his seatbelt.

'Babe!' you yelled, 'what are you doing?!'

'Getting my fucking nuggets!' Sihtric yelled as he kicked open his car door.

'Sir, we don't have any-'

'Baby, no!' you shouted, but he didn't hear you as he slammed the door shut and stalked to the restaurant entrance.

You quickly unbuckled your belt, 'I'm so sorry,' you said towards the intercom as you jumped out of the car and ran after Sihtric, who was already halfway across the parking lot.

You managed to grab his arm in time and pulled him away before he could set foot inside.

'Sihtric, think!' you said firmly, 'you want to get banned here too?!'

'I want my chicken!'

'I know! But they don't have it! Come on, please,' you groaned and pulled him back to the car, 'please, just… get in the car and I'll drive back to the other one.'

Sihtric cursed as you pulled him back to his car, then shouted something at the driver behind you who had honked, and you mouthed an 'I'm sorry' to the driver before you got in the car again.

'You really need to work on your anger issues,' you snarled as you backed up and drove back to the mainroad.

'And they really need to work on their food stock!'

'Be quick, it's only ten minutes until midnight,' Sihtric said when you parked at the Mc Donald's he was banned from.

'I will. But I can't promise you any nuggets, okay?' you said as you grabbed your purse, 'and stay in the car!'

'Yeah, yeah,' Sihtric said impatiently.

He enjoyed the sight of your ass when you got out of the car and he was quick to give you a firm slap before you closed the door. You glared back at him as you walked to the entrance, and Sihtric waited anxiously as you disappeared into the restaurant. It seemed to take forever for you to reappear again, when in reality it had only been a few minutes, and he nervously bit his nails while he waited. When the silence became too much he switched on the radio, and Hozier blasted through the speakers again as your phone was apparently still close enough to reach the signal.

'Fucking guy,' Sihtric huffed and switched the radio off again, then grabbed his phone.

Sihtric: get me a milkshake too baby girl???

You: strawberry?

Sihtric: please xxxx

Sihtric stared at his phone and saw the minutes pass by, and there still was no sight of you coming back. There were only a few minutes left before midnight now, and he would lose his mind if you weren't by his side when the clock struck 12.

Sihtric: hurry baby it's almost midnight

You: I know, it's busy here I'm sorry

Sihtric: hurryyy

Sihtric: I need my midnight kiss :( 

Sihtric: and nuggets…

Sihtric babyyyyyyyy!!!!!!!!

His heart stopped when he saw the clock turn to 00:00. Sihtric then looked up at the entrance, which you walked out of as soon as fireworks were set off in the surrounding neighbourhoods, and he watched you in awe as you neared his car. You seemed to move in slow motion for a moment, and his jaw dropped at the sight of you; your hips swaying as you walked, holding a milkshake in one hand while you held up a big box of chicken nuggets in your other, all while fireworks exploded in the sky above you. And Sihtric thought it was the most magical thing he had ever seen.

You jumped in the car and quickly handed Sihtric his order while he still stared at you with big eyes, and then you grabbed his face and kissed his lips.

'Happy new year, darling,' you whispered as you smiled against his lips.

'Happy new year, my love,' Sihtric murmured before he kissed you again, and then he turned his attention to the box of freshly fried nuggets in his lap.

'Happy now?' you chuckled when you saw his smile.

'Very,' he said and kissed your cheek, then offered you his milkshake, which you gladly accepted.

You both sat in his car at the Mc Donald's parking lot, watching the fireworks explode up in the air as you held hands. You sat in silence for a moment while Sihtric finally ate his nuggets and you enjoyed his milkshake. Then you switched the radio on again, and as expected, Hozier played once again but this time Sihtric didn't seem to mind it.

'It's so beautiful, baby,' Sihtric whispered after a moment.

'I know, love,' you smiled as you stared up at the fireworks.

But then you looked over at your boyfriend, and your smile faded as a look of disappointment took over when you saw he was staring at his chicken nuggets, and you swore he wiped a tear as he looked at his food.

'So perfect,' he whispered and squeezed your hand as he dipped a nugget in the curry sauce before eating it.

You decided to not say anything and you looked back up again, out the window, enjoying the fireworks. Until Sihtric suddenly held a nugget in front of you.

'You want one?' he asked.

'Really?' you asked, and felt yourself tear up at the fact that he suddenly shared his precious chicken nuggets with you, 'thank you,' you smiled and ate the chicken, then leaned over to his side to rest your head on his shoulder.

'You're welcome,' he said, his mouth stuffed with nuggets.

'I love you.'

'I love you more.'

'How much more?'

'More than chicken nuggets, sweetheart,' he said softly.

'Really?' you frowned and looked up at him.

'Really,' he smiled and kissed your forehead.

'Well,' you chuckled, 'I love you more than Hozier.'

'Really?'

'Really, babe.'

'I fucking knew it,' Sihtric said and gave you a cocky smile, 'that Andrew guy has got nothing on me.'

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I Know I Look Good, but That’s No Reason to be This Upset

You have insecurities after seeing how good your boyfriend looks in a Calvin Klein ad. Jungkook does his best to cheer you up in his own way.

Mentions of insecurities. Some hints of adult themes.

You watched the video over and over. Your boyfriend Jungkook dancing through a parking garage shirtless with a loose tie around his neck. He looks incredible. You’re going through comment after comment saying how sexy he is, how good he looks, how incredible his abs are, and so on. You know that you should be happy as you’re the person that this man comes home to everyday but you can’t help but take a hit to your self-esteem and your insecurities were starting to rear their ugly head.

You had just started getting over the first drop of photos from the Calvin Klein shoot that made you feel absolutely awful about yourself. Jungkook always tried his hardest to make sure you knew how beautiful you were and that he only had eyes for you, but there was always this thought in the back of your mind that you couldn’t get rid of. You felt that he deserved someone prettier. Someone with abs and curves in all the right places. Seeing him look like a legit model with people all over the world drooling over him made you realize just how “plain” you were. You saw yourself as just average on a good day and when you were feeling down, like right now, you couldn’t even dare to look at yourself in a mirror and you definitely didn’t understand how Jungkook could even look at you.

For some reason you just couldn’t turn your laptop off. You played the ad over and over, each time a little piece of your self-esteem drifting away. Before you know it there were tears rolling down your face. You couldn’t stop yourself from thinking of all the reasons Jungkook would be so much better without you. He should be with another idol or even a model. Someone he could be proud to be seen with. The fans knew about you two and at first things were rough with hateful comments and posts but after Jungkook went live and gave them a stern talking to explaining that he loved you and them being mean towards you wouldn’t change anything they did start to treat you better, for the most part. You still got the occasional comment saying how ugly you were or that Jungkook could do so much better. Usually you could just ignore them except when you felt like this. You start to think back to every hurtful comment and post you’ve seen, including the few under the ad asking what this man sees in you. More and more you start to believe them.

You’re so wrapped up in your thoughts that you don’t hear Jungkook walk into the room. He slowly makes his way behind you hoping to scare you in a playful way but then he notices your shoulders shaking and he can hear your sniffles. He looks at your laptop screen and sees his ad playing on loop. He can also see some of the comments saying not so nice things about you. Deep down he knows why you’re crying but he’s hoping he can cheer you up with some humor. “”Aww Y/N, are you crying tears of joy at the fact that you get to sleep next to a stud like that every night?”, he says startling you.

You quickly wipe away the tears that have fallen and chuckle, “Oh yeah, I’m just over the moon.” Jungkook walks around and sits next to you on the couch wrapping his arm around your shoulder, “Y/N tell me what’s really wrong?” You shake your head not wanting to involve him in your insecurities, “Nothing, I’m fine. I just got a little emotional.” Jungkook knows you better than you think. He smiles, “I know I look good Y/N but that’s no reason to be this upset.” You smile at his attempts to make you laugh. You lean into him resting your head on this shoulder, “Why are you with me Kookie? Do you ever wish you could have someone else?”

Jungkook squeezes you a little tighter, “Never Y/N. If I didn’t want to be you I wouldn’t. That’s 100% the truth.” You look up at your boyfriend and you can see the sincerity in his eyes but you still need reassurance, “Do you mean that? Sometimes I just think you could do so much better but I think you’re too nice to leave.” He softly wipes away at the last few tears left on your cheeks, “Y/N I think you’re beautiful. Everything you hate about yourself I find a reason to love. There isn’t anything about you I would change.”

Slowly with his words you begin to feel better. Jungkook closes the laptop and slides it under the couch so that it’s out of site and out of mind. He grabs your hand and starts to pull you towards the bedroom. “Kookie what are you doing?”, you ask with a giggle. “Well I’m currently wearing all this Calvin Klein merchandise.”, he says showing you the band of his underwear. “And since it seems to make you so upset I thought maybe you could come help get it off of me.”, he says with a smirk and a wink before pulling you even faster to the bedroom.

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Cuteness Aggression - Connor Rhodes

Requested: yes

Word count: 707

Warnings: random facts that are boring included

A/n: these are all facts I genuinely just… knew…

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Something you always managed to do in your free time was find a way to learn some random information or fun fact that you could spread around to those around you. You’ve randomly educated everyone about the great molasses flood of Boston in 1919, that William Mitchell created pop rocks by accident in the 60s while trying to make instant soft drinks, the fear of long words was hippopotomonstrosesquippedaliophobia (which you could spell easily) and bucket loads more.

Each time it was met with excitement, your friends always adored hearing about them. No matter if it were history, science, english, anything based. If it was a fact coming from you, it was interesting. Sometimes you got the annoyed person that had had a bad day or just didn’t have the capability to soak up information that night but usually you were fine.

First and foremost on your biggest fans list was none other than Connor Rhodes, boyfriend of five years and fiance as of two weeks ago. He loved hearing you talk or ramble. Gave him the perfect excuse to just sit and listen silently. 

He was never much of a talker and usually that meant that his lovers would get annoyed when he was too quiet. But you never minded. Of course you’d make sure he was alright if his vibe was off that night but usually he was just content in listening to you.

Like a couple days ago when you went on a whole spiel about the Missouri and Mississippi Rivers and how the Missouri river was considered the longest river in the country when half of it was actually the Mississippi river because the two merged in St. Louis and the Mississippi is the one that leads down and out of New Orleans. Granted it was only by a mile but that mile still doesn’t make up for the fact it was stealing its length from the Mississippi.

Did he care about which river was technically longer? No. But the way you genuinely got worked up over it made him smile so wide his eyes crinkled. Which in turn made you grin because truly his eye creases were just one of your favorite things about him.

“Connor, wanna hear what someone at work said today?” You happily asked, falling onto the bed and looking over at the man who was already shirtless and under the covers. Of course he nodded, pulling you to lay down properly.

As soon as your head hit the pillow your smile grew, “So, I was talking to Annette right? And she was telling me about her cats and that she has an orange cat and a calico cat, which they’re adorable. I'll show you a picture after,” You interlocked your fingers with his as you spoke.

“Anyway, did you know that most orange cats are boys and most calico cats are girls? Isn’t that cool? Like no matter what-” You were cut off by a long and lingering kiss to the lips, followed by peck upon peck to your cheek, forehead, temple and all the spaces in between.

A giggle built up in your throat as you scrunched your face up, Connor’s nose bumping against yours as he pulled back slightly, “What was all that for? You trying to shut me up?” You teased, knowing full well he’d never try and make you stop talking.

He shook his head, placing a light kiss to the tip of your nose, “No, you’re just really adorable when you get excited over the stuff you learn.” Connor spoke softly, his heart feeling like it grew a million and one times just by looking at you.

Your cheeks tinged dark red, a bashful smile on your face, “I- oh,” You muttered, always flustered when he complimented you. Whether it was on your appearance or something smaller like this it made butterflies fly all throughout your stomach.

“God I can’t wait to marry you.” He mumbled, pulling you forward for another kiss, this one more sensible since he wasn’t overcome by cuteness aggression. His hand slid to the side of your face, simply holding you there.

You brought a hand up to cover his, pulling back just enough to speak, “Neither can I.”

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[violet-1atte]

Kinktober Day Fifteen: Temperature play - Seungmin/Changbin

Tags: handjobs, teasing, mild exhibitionism, light dom/sub undertones

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Seungmin was really glad Chan had rich parents. During the summer, he never had to question where he would live or where he would vacation because Chan and his parents always had something planned for him and all their friends. This summer, it was a retreat at some fancy house right near the beach. It was a perfect summer vacation spot, and the best part was, Seungmin didn’t have to pay for anything. 

The only issue was, it was hot. He was mostly fine with the heat, but his friend Changbin, was not. They were both sitting outside by the pool (a very large one at that), and all their friends were out doing something else. Seungmin and Changbin had decided to stay back and just chill, but Seungmin could already feel his irritation growing towards the older. Despite the fact that he had stayed partially because Changbin was staying. What? He had eyes and he knew that Changbin would likely be relaxing all day shirtless. Sue him.

But no matter how attractive he was, or how much Seungmin may-or-may-not have a crush on him, this was getting ridiculous. 

“It’s so hot,” Changbin groaned, complaining about the heat for the nth time. 

“You could go inside, you know,” Seungmin said back, rolling his eyes. “There is air conditioning in the house. You chose to be out here.” 

Changbin pouted as he fanned himself with a magazine. “But I wanted to be outside. And it’s not even cool enough inside. I just wish there was a breeze. Then it’d be so nice,” he sighed. Seungmin felt his eye twitch. 

“Why not go swimming?” Seungmin asked. Earlier he may have asked the same question just for the possibility that he could see Changbin with wet hair and water droplets running down his built chest and soft tummy. But no one had to know that. 

“ Because ,” Changbin started, his voice taking on a hint of a whine. “Then I’d have to get wet. And I’d have to get changed and that’s just too much effort.” 

Seungmin tongued his cheek and huffed through his nose. “Well, stop complaining then. If you’re not gonna do anything about it.” 

Changbin let out a gasp of mock offense. “Yah! Don’t speak to your hyung like that,” he said, waving his finger. Seungmin had to fight to keep his deadpan expression, a smile threatening to come out. 

“Sometimes I wonder if you’re actually my dongsaeng,” Seungmin said with a sigh. He stood up as Changbin made sounds of protest at his comment. Seungmin smiled smugly to himself as he turned to walk inside. “I’m getting a drink.” He wasn’t sure why he felt the need to tell Changbin what he was doing but he did anyway. 

He made his way inside to the abnormally large kitchen of the house and went to the cupboard to grab a glass. They had one of those fancy refrigerators that had an ice and a water dispenser that Seungmin had never had the pleasure of owning. He had to admit it was convenient though. He pressed the button on the ice dispenser and filled his cup up with exactly five ice cubes. He was about to open the fridge to steal the last of the lemonade when a lightbulb went off in his head. He looked down at the ice in his cup and the corners of his lips twitched. 

“It’s too hot, you say? I’m sure you wouldn’t mind being cooled down a bit then,” Seungmin whispered. He snickered and rather than getting a drink like he said he was going to, he filled his cup up the rest of the way with ice and made his way back out. 

This was probably the most childish prank Seungmin had ever come up with, but what was life without a little silly fun? He’d startle Changbin when he wasn’t paying attention by rubbing the ice on him. He’d get to hear Changbin screech and he’d get his revenge for having to hear Changbin complain about the heat for the last hour. 

To his great delight, Changbin was leaning forward in his chair, eyes locked on his phone as he scrolled through some social media Seungmin probably didn’t have. He tried not to focus on the strong muscles of Changbin’s back and the broadness of his shoulders as he walked over. Ogling Changbin was not his mission. 

He hovered behind Changbin for a second as he carefully got a handful of ice out of the cup, the slight twitching of his lips turning into a full-blown smile. The ice in his cup made a slight sound and Changbin glanced back at him. “What’s up?” he asked curiously. Seungmin couldn’t keep the smile off his face. 

“Oh you know…I just thought I’d help you cool off.” 

Changbin’s eyebrows furrowed and his face scrunched in confusion. “Huh? How–”

Seungmin didn’t wait another second and instead of responding, he pressed his handful of ice to Changbin’s back. The contrast between the heat of summer and the freezing temperature of the ice would surely get Changbin to jump. 

And it did, but he didn’t make the sound Seungmin had been expecting. The smile on Seungmin’s face slowly melted as instead of screeching or yelping like Seungmin expected Changbin to do, he moaned. He outright moaned . 

Seungmin was frozen, Changbin was frozen. The ice slipped from Seungmin’s palm and slid down Changbin’s back, clattering on the ground. Changbin’s cheeks were already crimson and his chest was heaving. Seungmin swallowed as he watched Changbin lick his lips and clench his fists. “Um…that…” 

“You–” Seungmin started, scrambling to find the brain cells to respond. “Did you just fucking moan ?” 

Changbin went redder, the color spreading down his neck. “I—no?” 

Maybe it was the heat, maybe the weather was making him go insane, but something took over Seungmin and he scoffed. “Yes you did . I heard it. I put ice on your back and you moaned. Like definitely, one-hundred percent did.” 

Changbin wet his lips again and he curled in on himself a little bit. “Okay? And what? Are you gonna make fun of me, Seungmin-ah?” 

Seungmin could be mean, but he’d never be that mean. Besides, he had no desire to do that anyway. Instead, there was a growing pool of heat in his belly and all he wanted was to hear that sound again. “No. I’d never make fun of you like that, hyung,” he reassured him, voice soft for a second. But then his gaze darkened. “What I really want to know is if I can get you to make that sound again.” 

Changbin looked like all the gears in his brain had stopped working. First he went totally still and then his eyes widened, followed by his eyebrows raising. “You–huh?” 

“Tell me to back off and I’ll back off,” Seungmin said. “I won’t do anything you don’t want, but you’re really fucking hot even if you’re a little shit sometimes. And I want to hear you make those sounds again,” he restated. 

Changbin wet his lips, eyes still wide. “You–you like me?” he asked. 

“We can dig into it later,” Seungmin said, already feeling a little desperate. A little deranged. Changbin looked far too good, half naked and flushed, staring up at him with wide eyes. He was practically praying Changbin would say that he was okay with something happening now because he could already feel his shorts stretching uncomfortably. “But right now I need you to tell me. Is this okay?” He stepped up to Changbin and rested his hand against the juncture of his neck and shoulder. He stroked his neck with his thumb and Changbin shuddered. 

“Yeah, yeah I’m good with it. I’m good with anything. I’ve–fuck you’re so hot Seungmin-ah I’ve always–” Seungmin didn’t let him finish his sentence, instead surging forward and capturing his lips in a kiss. Changbin gasped against his mouth and Seungmin smiled into the kiss at his response. He settled into Changbin’s lap and was pleased to find that Changbin’s cock was semi-hard underneath him. He gave a slight roll of his hips and Changbin whimpered. Seungmin’s head spun. 

The gentle grip he had on Changbin’s neck turned firmer as he kissed him, changing from a simple brush of his palm to a squeeze. Changbin moaned as Seungmin dug his fingers into the back of his neck. The sound went straight to Seungmin’s cock and in response he licked along Changbin’s bottom lip. His reaction was immediate, perfect, soft lips parting for Seungmin to thrust his tongue inside. He tasted sweet and a little citrusy, probably from drinking lemonade earlier. Seungmin moved his hand from Changbin’s neck to cup his jaw and he guided him to tilt his head so he could kiss him deeper. He felt like he was melting, sweat dripping down the sides of his face from the summer heat and the flames that Changbin’s kisses were igniting in him. 

When he pulled away, a string of saliva connected their lips. Seungmin took a deep breath as he looked over Changbin, who already looked completely debauched. It was clear he was hot too, judging by the way his curls were sticking to his forehead. It only served to make him look more attractive and fucked out. 

“Minnie,” Changbin whispered, licking his lips. Seungmin brushed his thumb over his bottom lip. 

“I thought you’d be a good kisser,” Seungmin mused. “Especially with those lips.” Changbin whined and it sounded like when Seungmin had pressed the ice to his back. The ice . What had started this whole thing. Seungmin smirked as he got an idea. “Stay there.” He moved off Changbin’s lap, ignoring his sounds of protest as he went to pick up the cup. Some of the ice had melted but there were still a few big chunks left. Perfect. 

“What are you getting those for?” Changbin asked, trying to mask his interest. 

Seungmin rolled his eyes playfully. “Oh come on. You know. You liked when I rubbed that ice on your back, didn’t you Binnie?” he asked, tone turning condescending. “I bet that’s why you were being so annoying earlier. You just wanted my attention. You wanted me to do something like this, isn’t that right?” 

Changbin’s mouth opened as he struggled to find something to say. Seungmin just laughed as he stood over him. “Cute. Your mouth was working so well earlier complaining about the heat. Can’t say much now, huh?” 

“I–I can!” Changbin managed to protest but it came out weak and whiny. Seungmin clenched his jaw. 

“Well, right now, there’s only one sound I want you to be making. And it isn’t talking.” He grabbed Changbin’s jaw and kissed him again, brief but deep. “I want you to sit back in this chair so I can take care of you. Help you cool off a bit. How’s that sound, hyung ?” Seungmin asked, tilting his head. 

Changbin gulped and nodded, leaned back so that his back rested against the back of the chair. Seungmin took a moment to admire Changbin’s sculpted upper body. His pecs could well be considered breasts by now and his arms looked like they could crush someone’s skull. They probably could. He loved how all his muscle melted into a soft tummy that gave way to a gentle fold as he sat back. Oh, Seungmin wanted to ruin him in so many ways. 

“I hope this is cold enough for you,” he said with a hum. He slipped a piece of ice into his hand and then pressed it to Changbin’s chest, just below his collarbones. A full body shiver shook Changbin to his very core and he bit his lip to hold back a moan. Seungmin frowned and used his free hand to tug his lip from his teeth. “This whole thing started ‘cause a little ice made you moan. I want to hear you, so stop that.” 

“But–but what if someone hears,” he said, looking off to the side nervously. 

“No one’s gonna hear. Everyone’s gone and they won’t be back for a bit. It’s just you and me, Bin. So relax,” Seungmin said lowly. He began rubbing the ice down his chest, eyes glued to how the melting water ran down between Changbin’s pecs. Changbin was already shivering even though before he’d been complaining about how hot it was. The contrast between the heat and the cold made anything he felt that much more intense. 

“You like that?” Seungmin asked. He slid the ice over the curve of Changbin’s pec and then circled his nipple with the ice cube. Changbin gasped and his back arched. 

“S’cold,” he muttered, already sounded breathless. Seungmin took a glance down and noticed the prominent tent in his boxers. He smirked down at him and rubbed the ice over Changbin’s nipple. Changbin inhaled sharply and shifted away from the cold but Seungmin grabbed his shoulder. 

“Uh-uh, I thought you wanted to be cooler,” Seungmin said. He tilted his head as he looked down at Changbin. He lifted his hand from his shoulder and cupped Changbin’s cheek. “Aish, your face is still so warm, hyung. You definitely need this.” 

Changbin exhaled shakily as Seungmin continued moving the ice over his nipple. The bud was hard now and goosebumps were beginning to erupt all over his skin. The ice was beginning to melt, cold water running down Changbin’s chest in little droplets. His chest heaved as Seungmin circled his nipple with the ice again and followed the motion by a flick of his finger. A moan spilled from his mouth and Seungmin grinned. “You’re so sensitive, Binnie-hyung. Who would’ve thought you’d be this responsive…” 

“St-stop making fun of me,” Changbin whimpered. 

“I’m not making fun of you. It’s cute.” He leaned in, lips brushing the shell of Changbin’s ear. “And I like it.” 

More blood rushed to his cock when Changbin shivered and whimpered in the back of his throat in response. Fuck, he was going to be the death of him. 

The ice cube he had was melting, so he reached to grab more, this time grabbing two. Changbin held his breath as Seungmin looked him over. He took a second to decide what to do next, then pressed the ice cubes to both of Changbin’s nipples. His mouth fell open in a loud moan and his entire body tensed. Seungmin’s breath hitched when Changbin’s cock actually twitched in his shorts. “You have such pretty responses, hyung,” he said, trying to keep how affected he was out of his voice. But it was basically impossible with how hot Changbin looked and how pretty his moans were. 

He played with Changbin’s sensitive nipples a little more, crouching down so that he could start kissing Changbin’s neck. The way Changbin shivered and mewled as he pressed kisses to his hot skin ignited the sparks in Seungmin’s stomach. It was hard to tell if Changbin was shivering because of his touches or because of the ice Seungmin was sliding over his skin. Seungmin would be pleased with either option. 

“Never had someone so sensitive before,” Seungmin mumbled against his skin as he ran one of the ice cubes down from Changbin’s chest to his stomach. He felt the muscles contract under his hand and Changbin whimpered as another shudder wracked his body. Seungmin grinned and grazed his teeth over his pulse point before pulling back. 

Changbin’s nipples were red and a little puffy from the cold of the ice and his chest was shining in the sun from the water left behind from the ice. Seungmin could see the goosebumps all over his skin and his fists were clenched tightly by his sides as he tried to keep himself from shivering. “Please, Seungmin,” Changbin breathed, and Seungmin only noticed then how red and swollen his lips were from biting them. Arousal boiled hot in his stomach. “I’m so hard I–I need you to touch me.” 

Seungmin was going to pass out. He still couldn’t believe this was happening. “I’ve been touching you,” he said, acting oblivious. “Where should I touch you next?” Seungmin ran the ice up Changbin’s side and smirked when he moaned and his skin twitched. “Here?” He slid the ice over his tummy and grinned. “Or here?” He ran the ice over the outline of Changbin’s cock through his shorts and Changbin jerked, moaning wantonly. 

“Fuck, there!” he gasped, hips lifting off the chair to meet Seungmin’s touches. “There, there, please–”

“Well, you are asking so nicely. I’m glad you learned to use your words for something better than complaining,” Seungmin said. He dropped the ice he was currently holding, those pieces also having mostly melted away. There were only a few whole cubes left in the cup, the rest having melted in the sun. 

He hooked his fingers in Changbin’s shorts and tugged them down, arousal twisting his insides as Changbin’s cock bobbed up, red and so hard. Seungmin’s mouth watered. Changbin was big and thick and Seungmin probably wouldn’t be able to fit him in his mouth but he’d sure love to try. Maybe some other time. If there was another time. 

“You have a nice cock,” Seungmin said, kneeling down between Changbin’s knees. Changbin whimpered and his dick twitched, a small bead of precum leaking from the tip. “Cute.” Seungmin grinned, grabbing one of the last ice cubes and placing it in his palm. “This should really cool you off.” 

He chuckled as he wrapped his hand around Changbin’s cock, pressing the ice to the shaft. Changbin’s hips snapped up, effectively making Seungmin’s hand slide down, ice still pressed against his heated skin. High pitched moans fell from his mouth as Seungmin began pumping his cock. Even biting his lip couldn’t stop the litany of sounds that traveled up his throat with every twist of his hands. His muscles contracted and shook from the shivers going through his body, the freezing cold against him making it impossible to stop.

“You look so fucking hot like this,” Seungmin muttered, biting his own lip. He was becoming very aware of his own hardness, his arousal practically painful at this point. Every sound Changbin made went straight to his cock. 

As he jerked Changbin off, he reached between his own legs and began to palm his own dick. The friction caused him to moan softly and that seemed to make Changbin react even more strongly to the next flick of his wrist. “ Nghhh fuh-uck, Seungmin, Seungmin, ‘s’too much,” he moaned. The muscles in his thick thighs tensed along with his tummy. Seungmin groaned, slipping his hand into his own boxers. 

“You can take it,” he said. He rolled the ice over the tip of Changbin’s cock and he cried out. His fists were clenched so hard that his knuckles were white. 

“I ca-can’t–hnnggg, Seungmin , Minnie, please,” he whimpered. Seungmin hummed, not trusting his own voice at the moment. He twisted his hand down Changbin’s shaft again and then moved to play with his balls, running the ice over them. Changbin keened and Seungmin bit his lip, pumping his own cock faster. 

“You gonna come for me, Binnie?” Seungmin asked, his voice hoarse from arousal. Changbin whimpered in response, nodding his head. 

“Mmm–mhm,” Changbin managed. Seungmin licked his lips and grinned, going back to running the ice over Changbin’s cock. 

“Alright then, come for me.” 

“Ohh fuck, fuck.” Changbin didn’t need to be told twice, his hips thrusting up as Seungmin’s ran the ice along the underside of his cock. He spasmed and cum spilled from his cock, covering Seungmin’s hand. Some of it hit Seungmin’s face and he groaned, speeding up the movements of his hand on his cock. “Wan-wanna see you come,” Changbin stuttered, his voice small. 

Seungmin groaned and closed his eyes as he pumped his cock. “Fuck–shit, you have no idea how hot you are.” He didn’t even realize how close he had been, so it didn’t take much longer for him to come all over his own hand. 

He was panting when he finished and entirely too hot. The sun was beating down on him and Changbin was looking down at him, dazed. “Wow,” he mumbled and Seungmin chuckled. 

“Wow is right,” he agreed. He stood up on shaky legs, cringing a little at the fact his hands were covered in cum. “Hey…how’s a cold shower sound?” he asked, tilting his head with a smirk. Changbin’s cheeks reddened. 

“Uh…maybe keep it a little warm.” 

#kinktober #kinktober 2023 #fanfiction #smut #kinktober day 15 #temperature play #skz smut #stray kids smut #stray kids fanfiction #stray kids fanfic #skz fic #changbin smut #seungmin smut #light dom/sub #skz fanfiction #seungbin

[5and3nevermind]

Hello! A few days ago I was thinking about yoonmin (as I often do hehehe) and I started thinking about jimin and his gender. Now, I'm not sure if he identifies as anything other than male, but it's safe to say that he has struggled with masculinity and toxic expectations when he was younger. There have been some instances in the last few years were there have been some non-bn references, the first ones that come to mind are the fotoshoot with the bigender symbol and taemin's words on suchwita (“jimin also has that gender-neutral charm and also delicate”).

What I wanted to ask you is how do you think gender has impacted yoonmin?

I don't know if you've ever received an anon about this topic but I was curious about your opinion 😅

Personally, I think Jimin struggled a lot in his early years since he felt the pressure to fullfil this assigned strong masculine roll within the group (when they made him lift his shirt and do things like that). From what he's said in interviews, he later learned to accept himself and I can only think about how reassuring it must have been to have someone as accepting and supportive as yoongi by his side. I feel like yoongi is the kind of person who would encourage him to freely explore his gender (his bestie Halsey uses she/they pronouns by the way) and especially through his art (when face came out some ppl interpreted as Jimin talking about his gender and I found it very interesting).

Anyways, I feel like I'm just rambling haha. To sum up we don't know if he's 100% non-bn, he may still identify as a cis man, but still it's safe to say that he has been exploring his gender in the past.

(We'll probably never get a confirmation if he's actually non-bn, unless things in Korea change A LOT.)

Hi anon! Your question about gender in terms of yoonmin is a good one and something I have wondered about too!

First of all, I agree with you regarding Jimin and his relationship with gender. We’ve gotten many clues (and what I would consider more than clues) about this.

In regards to yoonmin as a pair, one thing I’ve noticed are the types of words Yoongi uses to describe Jimin. Yes, he’s called him handsome. But he’s also used gender-neutral or even traditionally feminine adjectives to describe him: “sexy,” “pretty,” “small and cute.” I think he does this because he knows these are the type of words that Jimin enjoys. Typically, when someone gives a compliment, their words are tailored to fit the person they are complimenting.

Another example: when Yoongi quoted the k-drama line to Jimin backstage in Newark, he quoted the male character’s line thus placing Jimin in the female role in that scenario.

(Likewise, Yoongi seems to be perfectly fine with Jimin referring to him as “cute” and “baby,” which to me shows a level of open mindedness that, unfortunately, many men lack.)

They’re both smart people and they’ve been in the entertainment industry long enough to know how fans analyze things. So, even if the female lead in the Like Crazy choreo isn’t Jimin’s reflection (although I believe she is), he at least would have known that some people would interpret that way…and he was fine with that. Similarly, by now Yoongi knows what many fans think of his Cypher 3 verse. Yet years later, he included that verse, unchanged, in his D-Day set list.

I’m rambling now, but my point is they have both demonstrated an accepting/progressive attitude toward these issues and have not attempted to “set the record straight” when it comes to gender (or sexual orientation, for that matter).

Obviously, Yoongi and Jimin are individuals and each of them has their own unique feelings about gender. We can see differences in terms of how they present themselves. But I do see commonalities in terms of their way of thinking, their acceptance of themselves and their acceptance of others. I hope that makes sense!

Here’s Jimin playing with the idea of gender roles and putting himself in the feminine role: shocked that he’s been caught shirtless, while he places the viewer, who is likely to be female given Army’s demographics, in the role of the voyeur (typically thought of as the masculine role). He seems to love doing this, turning the tables and offering unexpected and non-traditional portrayals of gender roles.

Here’s a video of Jimin talking about how he’s changed and grown over the years.

Here’s a video of Jimin showing (again) that he’s comfortable playing with the idea of traditional gender roles.

Here’s Yoongi saying in an interview that everyone is equal.

Here’s a photo of Yoongi wearing his pride Vans.

Here’s a really cute video of Yoongi with a male fan. (He is treating the male fan the same way he’d treat a female fan, giving the high-five and the cute pout. Like he said in the interview, “everyone is equal,” and he treats fans accordingly. I love this video!)

In Yoongi’s case, I understand that these are not examples related to gender specifically. I see these as clues to his world view and his inclusivity, and of course I’m sure he extends that way of thinking to Jimin.

I hope this made sense! Thanks for this ask, anon!

#yoonmin #ask #emotional support

[bunnieshoneys]

coanda effect chp20 sneak peek

spoilers below the cut, obviously!!!

October 2022, USA

Back in the early days of their careers, there were barely any fans in America. It was one of the few countries they stopped at where they were genuinely considered nobodies to most of the population, and could do whatever they wanted. In 2010, Yuki had dragged them what felt like halfway across the country to some club after the race, and none of them remembered anything in the morning. When they came to, Choso was shirtless in his hotel room, and Suguru was giggling with Yuki about it. 

Now, it’s different. They can’t get away with the shit they used to. Global fame will do that to a person, he supposes. They’re in the states early for a couple of press events, and there was supposed to be a showrun, but–

“Satoru, are you okay?” 

Satoru hasn’t minded being treated like he’s fragile, this time around. Usually it feels fake: he’s never really believed that the people around him wanted him to get better for any reason other than racing, but this time, he’s got Shoko fretting over him, and it feels like genuine concern. 

“Yeah, I’m fine,” he smiles back to her. He isn’t. He’s still got mild headaches, and he’s jetlagged as hell, but– “as I can be. My ankle’s playing up again.” 

“We should get the physio to look at it, before we head to Austin. It’s not too bad, is it?” 

“Nah, just need some cold spray, probably,” Satoru hums, rolling back and forwards on it. “To be honest I think I tweaked it walking back to the hotel, when I was high as fuck on whatever they gave me,” 

“Were you okay with that? The drugs, I mean?” 

Satoru winces. Most of the time he can put it to the back of his mind: the fact he, at one point, had what could be considered a serious problem. “I never abused prescription pills, Shoko,” 

“Just checking,” Shoko hums, rubbing her eyes. “Is Megs driving?” 

“Yeah,” Gojo hums, “just signing shit for me today,” 

Shoko laughs, “I don’t even need to be here,” 

“But I want you to be here,” Satoru grins, and that’s that. Shoko will go with him anywhere. 

His phone buzzes in his pocket, and he decisively ignores it. He knows who it’s from. 

“You’re not gonna get that?” 

“Nope,” Satoru replies, popping the p, then, softer, “I don’t really know what to say,” 

“Just say: hey we were both stupid, can we talk about our past and maybe fuck again-” 

“Shoko-” Satoru half gasps, half laughs, tucked away in his coat, “I can’t-” 

“Sure you can. Just- dude. You two have to talk,” 

“Have you? Talked to him?” 

“A bit. After your crash,” Shoko hums, “not everything, though. He- there’s a lot there, you know? It’s not one conversation, done, it’s this big ongoing thing. A gap he left.” 

“Him being back fills the gap, though, doesn’t it?” 

Shoko hums, “no. It won’t. And he needs to understand that– all of it,” 

Satoru is about to ask what the actual hell that means when Megumi walks up alongside them, tucked into a long coat in the cold of the morning much like he is. Toto pants beside him. “Are we going?” 

“Waiting for the car,” Shoko says, “do we know who else is driving?”

“I think Yaga roped Nanami in last minute,” Megumi says, “but don’t ask me how.” 

Satoru doesn’t, whistling into the cold air. It billows out in front of him, mixing with the smoke from the cigarette Shoko lights. 

:3

#fic: coanda effect

[b00kdiary]

A Court of Pleasure and Ruin (ACOSF)

[The threesome scene that ACOTAR fans have wanted and needed since ACOSF]

Nesta can't stop thinking about how Azriel and Cassian made her feel during training and of all the things she wished she could do with them. Looks like her wishes have come true.

Warning: smut, smut, smut

Also available on Wattpad and Ao3

Nesta couldn't sleep.

It was easily nearing sun- up and yet all she could do was twist and turn in discomfort.

She was too fucking hot.

Pushing back the satin covers, Nesta hugged her bare legs, resting her chin tiredly against her knees. The movement was rough, the slow and deep ache of her bones whining in protest acted as a reminder of the gruelling training session from that morning.

Though it wasn't that morning's training session that had Nesta so wound up.

It was the two idiots that were there.

Cassian and Azriel.

They had both been present to train, unusual since typically only Cassian was there to train and annoy her. But Azriel had come up to the roof too.

And that would've been perfectly fine if they hadn't begun sparring.

Nesta was hardly one to ogle and drool after attractive men, but Cassian and Az didn't look like men... they looked like Gods.

She can still easily picture it now, the two men dancing around one another taunts leaving their lips to make the other trip up, and all the while they fought and tussled while shirtless.

Shirtless.

And sweaty.

And panting.

And understandably Nesta couldn't help the arousal that spurred in her, nor could she help the lustful and erotic thoughts that clouded her mind.

Particularly, the image of her trapped between those two beautiful and sweaty bodies. And these same thoughts haunted her throughout that training session and even up until she got into her bed.

And they haunted her now.

Nesta sighed, picking up the abandoned smutty novel at the side of her bed, before flicking to the bookmarked page. She shifted into a more comfortable position, her eyes focusing down at the endless words on the page, desperate for the distraction. Romance and erotic novels usually did the trick to clear her mind but even that was fruitless, she couldn't help thinking back to Cassian.

His hands-on her body, his tongue against her core, the sounds he made when-

Stop.

Cauldron, she had to stop.

The ache between her legs was relentless at this point and her skin was so clammy she felt almost dirty.

Not that she could take a bath.

Rising swiftly from the plush mattress, Nesta rose to the ground, her feet instantly meeting the ice-cold stone of her room. She didn't bother grabbing anything to wear on top of the sheer and strappy nightgown before she was marching out of the room.

To where? She didn't know herself.

Moving through the dimly lit and silent corridors, Nesta fought against herself.

She stopped.

Looking forward she had two choices; keep going straight and knock on Cassian's door or go anywhere else but there.

With barely held restraint, Nesta veered off to the right and into the kitchen. She quickly filled a glass with water, the cup going up to her lip and emptying within mere seconds. She was practically panting as placed the glass back down, the water hydrating her thirst and yet it did nothing to quench her desire.

"Stupid, stupid" Nesta muttered furiously, her pace quickening as she practically ran out of the kitchen.

And into someone.

"Where's the fire?" Cassian raised a brow.

Nesta opened her mouth to retort, but as her eyes lifted and she noticed another figure, wreathed in shadows stood beside him, the words dried up. Azriel frowned, looking from her to Cassian in confusion.

"I- uh," She stuttered, something she never did, "I just wanted some water" Nesta explained, calmer than before, "I was just going back to my room".

"Really?" Cassian quirked, smirking as he glanced at Az, "Because I'm pretty sure your room is in the opposite direction, and your heading to mine". Nesta's face heated, realisation dawning on her that she had unknowingly been heading to Cassian's room.

Her body knew what it wanted and it was going to go for it.

"And if I was?" She jerked back, her hands folding over her chest, pushing up her breasts making them almost spill out of her top. Cassian's eyes darken as they narrow down, he doesn't even hide the desire he has as he looks over her, gliding up from her bare legs to her full chest and back to those beautiful eyes.

Challenging eyes.

"Or maybe you were going to Azriel's room?"

That question catches her off guard, and her eyes flicker to an amused Azriel, who's leaning against the corridor wall, watching the drama unfold before him in silence.

"And why would I be doing that?" Nesta demands, defensively.

"Come on Ness, fae abilities remember?- let's list them off?" Cassian continues smugly, "Heightened abilities, stamina, strength, hearing, and smell".

The stress of smell made Nesta tense, her legs involuntarily clenching shut, the memory of it all flooding back. She felt her heart hammer and the embarrassment knot in her throat, but she refused to back down.

"So I liked what I saw, I'm not ashamed" Nesta jeered, jutting out a hip and narrowing her eyes.

"No, no- that's not what this is about" Cassian frowns stepping forward, his breath fanning her face and if Nesta breathed too hard, her nipples would brush up against his shirt.

The thought made her nipples harden under the fabric.

Cassian smirked, the change in Nesta's body and smell hitting him and going straight down to his dick.

"Az and I were talking, we're curious about what exactly you were thinking about that had you so unfocused?" He was taunting her, waiting for her to explode, but two could play at that game.

Nesta smirked, one Cassian found both sexy and terrifying. Stepping back, the space opened up, Nesta felt the Illyrian's attention snag on her.

"Why don't you both follow me back to my room and you can find out?"

They both froze.

Surprised.

Cassian's face had dropped, that arrogant mask falling away into shock and as her eyes travelled over to Azriel, she felt the same, his eyes met hers in disbelief, his back still glued to the wall, though much stiffer now.

Smirking in delight, Nesta, brushed past a silent Cassian and began her trek past Azriel and down the corridor, one that was much warmer and tense than it had been when she'd come alone not that long ago.

"Well," Nesta said, turning back to both Cassian and Azriel, who stood rooted to their spots, attention solely on Nesta, "Are you two coming?"

The reaction was palpable, from them both.

Nesta noted how the atmosphere clouded over, the arousal building in the air as both men looked to one another and with dark eyes and twitching wings began walking. Cassian was smirking excitement present while Azriel remained as stoic as ever, probably a little hesitant with the situation, though Nesta knew once they entered the room that would change.

Nesta's heart was racing too, hesitant and nervous but that was overwhelmed by her desperate need, the image of the two males devouring her had her stomach aching and core turning molten.

As soon as Nesta entered the room, Cassian was on her, twisting her at the waist and attaching his lips to hers. His tongue pushed past the defence of her teeth, their tongues battling for dominance. His hands, strong and unrelenting gripped her right breast making Nesta groan, the flesh pebbling over as he pinched the nub between his two fingers.

Nesta pulled back from Cassian a moment later, much to his chagrin, and her eyes fell upon Azriel, stood silently by the door, his eyes snagged on the two of them.

Knowing she had to be the one to toe the line, Nesta smirked, her eyes on Azriel as her hand came up to the two straps holding her entire dress together. Ever so slowly and with her eyes firmly on Azriel, she slipped the straps down her shoulders and inch by inch, Nesta removed the material until it pooled at her feet.

She watched in delight and desire as Azriel's eyes widened, his nostrils flaring as he took in her naked body and the scent of her wet arousal, his eyes zeroing in on her peaked nipples.

"Is the chaperone going to join the fun or does he just like to watch?" Nesta asked mockingly.

The way Azriel's face changed terrified and exhilarated Nesta, the cruel smirk that graced his face and the way he stalked over to her had her body clenching in anticipation.

Both males were on her in seconds.

Cassian had his tongue down Nesta's throat again, his tongue domineering over hers as Azriel's rough and scarred hands danced across her naked skin from behind, before one hand wrapped around her throat, squeezing just right.

Nesta moaned and her eyes rolled her Cassian dipped his head, plucking one nipple into his mouth, sucking at the sensitive flesh and his teeth lightly scraping by. Meanwhile, Azriel towering figure bent lower, his mouth attaching to the crevice of her neck, his teeth biting and tongue soothing over the delicate surface, bruising the skin.

The sound of Nesta's pants and the males' groans filled the air, Cassian working his way down her body with his hands, finding that sweet spot between her legs. The second his fingers connect with her wet core Nesta shudder's out a moan, arching her back, her ass brushing roughly against the hardness in Azriel's pants.

"Fuck Nesta, look how wet we've got you" Cassian groans, a low chuckle escaping his lips as Nesta mewls out, grinding her hips against Cassian's fingers as Azriel palms her plump and aching breasts.

"More" Nesta demands, her hand gripping behind her onto Azriel's raven locks, each rough tug eliciting a deep grunt from the shadow singer. Without warning Cassian slips a finger into Nesta, her scream of surprise quickly turns into a loud whine as he slips in another finger and curls, hitting that spot that has Nesta squirming.

Azriel's rough hands move from Nesta's stiff peaks and down her body, his fingers finding her clit as his cock rubs harshly against her ass. In tandem, Cassian's fingers fucked and curled inside Nesta at a relentless pace while Azriel circled her clit, his pace getting faster and faster. Nesta's eyes rolled and her head fell back against Azriel's chest as she cried out, her body squirming and hips bucking as her orgasm hit her.

"Good girl" Azriel praised softly, his fingers still circling her clit, slower, now working Nesta through her high.

The gravel of his low voice jerked Nesta further and she felt the pure ecstasy course through her body as the remnants of her release rolled through her, the two hands working her core slowing down to a stop.

The males allowed Nesta a few seconds to breathe, watching as her chest rose and fall and her legs quivered slightly from their assault. She leaned against Azriel, who held most of her weight up and rubbed gently at her hip, while Cassian smiled down fondly, enjoying the sight of Nesta so worn out.

"The bed" Nesta whispered out, moments later, and both males yet again sprung into action. Nesta sat on the edge of the bed, glowing as she watched both males stand before her, their eyes looking down in desire at her.

"Clothes off" She states simply, both arms falling back to the bed and she leans back to get a better look.

Both boys chuckle at her demanding request, though neither says anything as their fingers move o their items of clothing.

"Guess Nesta can be the judge of who has the biggest wingspan" Cassian chortles as he lifts his shirt over his head and Az merely smirks, a light chuckle escaping his lips. Nesta watches in glee as both boys unlace and loosen their pants, though neither bothers fully removing them yet.

Azriel comes up beside Nesta, and as he passes the nightstand, he stoops picking up Nesta's discarded novel.

"Ahh, your erotic novel for the night" Cassian teases, his hand running down and Nesta's thigh, gripping it lightly as he watches her.

"So filthy" Azriel mutters grinning, before placing the book back down and coming up beside Nesta on the bed. Immediately, Nesta's hands began roaming Azriel's body, her delicate hands mapping out the whorls tattooed onto his skin, before slipping lower and grabbing onto the laces holding his breaches together.

Nesta stares at Azriel, whose face tightens and darkens in anticipation.

"Show Az what that pretty mouth can do Ness" Cassian whisper's encouragingly, while coming up behind her on the bed, his hands running over her ass as he unlaces his breaches.

Smirking, Nesta keeps her eyes on Azriel and slips her hand into his pants, grabbing his cock and freeing it out. Azriel inhales sharply at the contact and Nesta can't help but marvel at the sheer size of him, his girth and length overtaking her hand.

She felt her pussy clench in anticipation of having him in her mouth.

Nesta moaned as Cassian's tip teased her entrance, the hardness rubbing up and down her core, stimulating her clit and slipping through the wetness of her folds. Meanwhile, Azriel's hands folded through the softness of Nesta's curls, and she felt his breathing hitch as she palmed up and down his length, his wing visibly twitching when her thumb brushed over the tip, gathering the precum.

Not waiting any longer, she took him into his mouth. Azriel groaned, the sound so filthy and guttural it has Nesta clenching, Cassian chuckling as he watched them, still teasing Nesta's pussy. At that moment, Cassian pushed completely into Nesta, stretching her fully and full to the hilt.

Her moan reverberated through her bones and body, making Az tighten his hold on her hair. She continued taking Azriel further down her throat inch by inch, her tongue coming up now and then to circle his red, angry tip before swallowing more and more of him.

He was too big for her to fully take, her hand stroked whatever her tongue couldn't reach.

Cassian began thrusting inside her, his cock delving in deep, maxing out before retreating, pulling back to the tip leaving her desperate for that full feeling again. In tandem, Cassian leisurely pushed in and dragged out of Nesta's soaking core while Nesta gagged up and down Azriel's cock, that pressure building.

Frustration building, Nesta pulled back from the Azriel, needing more.

"Fuck my mouth" Nesta moaned, pleading, her breath hitching as Cassian brushed past that perfect spot.

Azriel smirked, sweat gleaming over him as he looked down at her.

"What's the magic word, Nesta?" He rumbled out, low and terrifying, his hand stroking through her hair softly, comfortingly.

"Please" She practically begged as Cassian's ministrations got faster and deeper, his cock plunging through her. Azriel's hands wrapped into Nesta's hair and as her mouth wrapped around his length, it was obvious who had the control.

Nesta fell apart as Azriel bucked himself up and fucked her mouth, hitting the back of her throat, her moans of pleasure encouraging him further. Cassian's cock thrusts in sync with Azriel, hitting her cervix again and again to the point of pain meshing with pleasure, his fingers gripping her ass so harsh, she could feel the bruises forming.

"Fuck, Ness. Feel so good" Cassian groaned, angling his cock down into her deeper, making her moan around Azriel's length.

The only sounds heard within the room was the slapping of skin on skin and the males' harsh breath and moans, while Nesta was subjected to the perfectly brutal pace in both ends.

Azriel finishes first, his hips stuttering as Nesta sucks around him, groaning.

"I'm gonna come" He growls in a low whisper, warning her, though Nesta still doesn't relent, her mouth and hands working Az until she feels his wings twitch and the hot liquid filling into her mouth. Azriel moans, so low and dirty, the sound going straight to her stretched out core, and Nesta plucks her mouth out, her hand stick pumping him through it all.

"Fuck, right there Cassian" Nesta moans, voice breaking as Cassian pumps into her from behind, and before she knows it, his hand finds her swollen and aching clit, circling the nerves. Nesta screams in pleasure at the feeling, that familiar burn and warm ache pushing over the edge as her pussy clenches and unclenches repeatedly.

"Me too, Ness" Cassian groans, his hips jerking as he attempts to fuck her through both their orgasms. Nesta's mouth opens in utter pleasure as the orgasm shatters through her, barely able to make any noise as she writhes under Cassian's slowing pumps and Azriel's soothing hands.

Cassian comes with a deep roar, stilling as he spills into her while Nesta clenches around him, draining him. She instantly collapsed against Azriel's chest, her eyes closing and exhaustion wearing her down, barely noticing as Cassian gently pulls out from her.

Rolling onto her back and placing her head onto the pillows, Nesta opens her eyes and look at the two Illyrian males before her. Both of them watched her intently, sweat gleaming over their skins, their hair matted to their foreheads and their wings twitching and moving restlessly.

Azriel smiles, a much softer and kinder expression than before as he gathers his clothes off the side of the bed and Cassian barely pulls on his breaches before laying beside Nesta, smirking as he takes in the silence and heavy breathing.

"Well" Nesta muttered, cheeks heating, making Azriel and Cassian chuckle, "I think you two should spar at every training session."

#acotar #sjmaas #nessian #nesta acosf #cassian acotar #azriel #azriel shadowsinger #azriel acotar #acosf #nesta x cassian #nesta x cassian x azriel #smut

[remnant-cain]

Cheyrolls University: Chapter 1

Warnings: Implied Bullying, Implied Death, Implied attempted murder, All mispellings and strange wording is intentional

AN: Hi, welcome to my writing blog, happy Valentine’s Day, have a fun little series about a Russian transfer student spiraling into madness over a sexy sea monster

Entry one:

I’m not sure how to explain this. I’m not sure if I even can explain this. But I’ll try.

First, I am Adrik Kotik. At least, that’s what it says on my student ID. Most of my legal documents still use my mother’s last name for me. I much prefer Kotik though; I do not associate myself with that woman anymore. I am 23 and am studying to be a geologist in America, specifically Montana. I’m keeping this journel to help me practice my English and gauge my progress in it by the end of the year. I will attempt to write in it every day. 

I arrived at Cheyroll’s University of Montana this morning, and learned that my classes do not start for another week. That was completely fine with me, as I still needed to explore the campus and get moved into my temporary home. The people at the desk were very nice and did their best to help me understand what they were talking about. In hindsight, I think some of them were trying to put me down, but I didn’t let it bother me at the time. I had filled most of this out online back during the summer. I was put in room 4-E, which is on the fifth floor. The woman helping me prepare looked scared when I told her this, and told me, in her own words that, “Your roommate is notorius(?) for eating everyone we try to put with him. I dont know why they keep trying to put people with him. Be careful.”

I pushed this off as rumors at first. I have had to deal with several rumors like this about myself back in highschool as well. I went up the stairs to the fourth floor with plans to make a good first impression. He was probably just shy, and I am sure that living with someone who struggles with their English would not help his situation. Since I had learned he clearly enjoys eating enough for rumors to be spread, I decided to take him out for breakfast and pay. I know now that American breakfast is so much worse than Russian breakfast, but at the time I believed it was a good idea. He did not seem upset with it though so I think that was a success.

I am getting ahead of myself though. When I met my roommate, I should mention his name is Mango, he was much taller than me (and I am already 203 centimeters, so I have never met someone taller than myself. He must be well over 300 centimeters). He was a very big man, but was also very clearly not a human. He has grey scaley skin, a tail, legs like a lizard, yellow eyes, and tentacles as his hair. He looked as if I had just woken him up, which I do not blame him for being upset with me about, especially since he apparently slept shirtless. At the mere sight of him I paniced and spilled my intentions to him. I did not think he got any of it at first so I went to repeat myself, but he told me to shut up because he was thinking about it. I think I only realized that those likely were not rumors at this point. He did say yes, thankfully, however he did grab me by my collar to throw me onto his couch while he got ready which frightened me.

I did get to see some of his interests at this time though. Apparently Mango is quite the fan of retro gaming as I saw an old Nintendo 64 console under the TV and at least 4 different controllers for it. There were a few posters for bands I did not recognize, but I assume he is a fan of. The most confusing thing I saw though was that the second room was almost completely converted into a storage room. Mango got really defensive once he noticed I’d seen the storage room, so I immediately faked ignorance and asked if we were sharing a room. He just laughed and told me that most of his roommates don't last long.

This campus seems to be in its own little town, so we didn’t have to go too far to get to the restaurant; however, Mango still pulled me almost the whole way from the room to the restaurant. Thankfully, he didn’t attempt to get in the elevator, likely because the door frame was too small for him to fit. I understand his pain, I too have to duck under most doorframes. I do not think he slowed down until we reached the restaurant. He was really excited for the free breakfast, and he must’ve been hungry as he ate enough to feed eight people. I was able to learn a few things about him too. He has a twin who lives next to us, Luden, and two cousins who live across from us, Angel and Devvie, who are also twins. He didn’t talk much about his other family, but he talked a lot about them. Angel is a really Catholic person, Devvie is also religious but he refused to talk about his beliefs, and Luden is a very reclusive guy but is studying video making. It was pretty funny hearing about how much he liked Devvie and Luden, and when he got to Angel all he said was that she was a bit of a bully, but she meant well. He also knew the person at the counter. Their name was Amber, and when they saw him they looked angry. I do not think they like each other very much.

We went home around noon, and Mango was very insistent on us spending more time together, despite me trying to go and check with the office. We played several videogames and I learned very quickly that he sucks at fighting games. I genuinely thought he was going easy on me until he complained. When it was late, and I tried to leave for the office, he would not let me leave for a moment. He looked down at me for a while. I swear my heart stopped for a solid minute. I was afraid he was going to eat me, before he finally broke eye contact and told me he’d clean out the room for me.

As of right now, I am writing in my new room. I plan to unpack my things tomorrow after orientation. Mango is in his room talking to someone. I am more than a little nervous for the coming days, however I will try to act as kindly as possible to Mango. I hope we can be friends, but I still worry.

- Adrik Kotik

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#Cain Writes #Cheyrolls University #writers on tumblr #Adrik #Mango

[sofiiel]

A Lazy Day | Argyle x Reader

Mordern AU | Established Relationship | Nudity | Silliness

Masterlist

A/n: Because I'm sat here looking at pictures of his adorable, sleepy eyed face. Also listening to 'The Lazy Song' - so yeh. You get a weird random little oneshot thing from off the top of my head from my real-time daydreaming.

Not sure if this should go in my NSFW list or my SFW list. I mean, it's not smut, but there is a vague mention of bits.

It's deep into the summer, and there is nothing to do that hasn't been done. It's a super lazy day in your California apartment, you're not sure what to do with yourself. You did some deep cleaning of the house yesterday. It's still shinny and lemony jasmine fresh.

The day before that, you had your productive day. You've nothing left to procrastinate on. Bummer.

There is a heatwave hitting the state, and you are not going outside into that misery.

Your boyfriend is still knocked out in the bedroom with old Pink Panther cartoons playing in the background.

Or, you thought he was.

"Schweetness, did you hear me?" Argyle calls to you. Blinking, you sit up from where you'd been sprawled on the couch. Looking into the kitchen to see a shirtless Argyle, a Pizza box in one hand and a controller in the other.

"Um no...." you admit, "how long have you been there?" you ask.

"Oh, I've been talking to you for a full fifteen minutes while you were vegged out watching the fan turn around." he says, a pleased grin coming to his face. "You dipped into my Purple Palm Tree Delight Ultra did you, Schweetness?" Argyle sings with a knowing nod of his head.

You pinch your fingers together, "just one puff." you confess.

"Oh, one puff is all it takes for lightweights." he laughs.

"I am not a light weight." you protest, eyes narrowing. "You're adorable and as light as a feather." Argyle chuckles.

"Anyway, I was asking if you want your pizza cold or hot and if you wanted to play GTA." He says.

"Cold and of course." you reply.

"That's my girl," He cheers, walking around the kitchen bar top and heading for you. Your mouth slightly slacks as your eyes widen, watching something lovely swing below his belt line as he walks.

"Why are you? What happened to-"

"Argyle nods with pride and tosses you a playful smile, "speechless, my love?" He asks teasingly. He knows, you can't take your eyes off of it.

"I.....why?" You asked, feeling a fresh heatwave inside the house.

"Because it's 105 degrees outside, and my pores needed to breathe. You should ditch the clothing too, the air feels fine." he said.

"You're not sitting your bare ass on my new couch, Argyle." you warned. However, he doesn't listen and takes a seat.

"Someone is hangry in the heat." Argyle sings while holding a slice of pizza up to your mouth. You take a bite, and he smiles, pleased with himself yet again. Leaning back on the couch, he kicks his bare feet up on the coffee table and turns on the Tv before passing you a controller.

Standing you strip, Argyle wasn't wrong, it was stuffy in the house. He watches you with a sleepy expression, taking the rolled joint from behind his ear and reaching for the lighter on the table.

Something about the way he looks at you makes you feel stunning, as you settle yourself back onto the couch.

"Feels better, doesn't it?" He asked.

"Actually yeah, feels great." you say.

After an hour of high jinks in GTA via a delivery van, and many hits of the joint, the two of you polished off the box of left over pizza and two Mountain Dew bottles each.

Argyle having the great idea for exercise, a Fortnite dance off. The two of you are now standing in the middle of the living room, stark naked, doing the Hootenanny and Boneless, until Argyle gets a text from Jonathan.

Argyle turns to you, and before he can get the words out of his mouth. "It happened again didn't it?" you asked.

Argyle simply nods, "better get dressed fast then," you say, following Argyle to the bedroom.

"Should never smoke the ultra without a designated buddy, I warned him." Argyle laughed.

Masterlist

#argyle stranger things #Argyle #argyle fluff #argyle oneshot #argyle x reader #argyle x you #argyle fic

[justshitandanime]

Kamigami no Asobi/ Ludere Deorum (Anime) Critic, opinion, whatever (no major spoiler)

So, I just end to watch this short anime (12 episodes) and I’m like MEH. I don’t care about the game, truly, I give 3 fucks. Is only about the anime.  

The basic plot is “A bunch of gods from different religions have to take classes in a school with a human for a REASON”. And at first, when you see which gods are (Japanese, Greeks, Nordic and Egyptian) you can think: Ok, this will be great! Like, knowing that Greeks, Nordic and Egyptians in some point fight historically between them, the god’s relationships must give a lot of drama and conflict, right???

WELL NO, ZERO. The story now is “Everyone love the human, plot less deep than a paper” ISTG.

Let’s start with the only woman in the series, a girl that’s so annoying that make me want to rip off her hair. Zero personality, she only adds something because the rest of the gods are pretty much teenagers with the mindset of a 10 years old child who seems to never see humans in their lives for more than 5 minutes (which in some point it contradicts it because one of the gods almost marry a human??). Typical lady who can’t stop to cry for legit anything but, somehow save the world and somehow know how help everyone…

The gods are just plain stupid, which, coming from beings hundreds of hundred years old, HOW THE FUCK? The only ones are the two who are like on top the school, Zeus and Thoth (this last one was my main reason to see this anime), who act a little more as millennial old god. One of them literally have the attitude and personality of a toddler…

The only big GOOD APPLAUSE to this anime was make the Egyptian gods (Anubis and Thoth) NOT WHITE and neither with “people of color offensive stereotypes”. Are the same, act the same, as SHOULD, but brown skin color.

But the rest is a little meh. Both are the only different ones, the Japanese gods look just as the Nordic and Greek. Their “god form” is a mix of Sailor Moon style with some vague representation of their characteristics.

Their personality are based on one quote of wikipedia, ignoring the 99% of their original lore, their relationships are also very basic. Half of the screen time are just simping over the girl, trying to see who will keep her as if she was just a prize and not a being with own brain (hello misogyny my old friend) and she is pretty much a toy with no self-love or even the ovaries to speak (she shutters and say “but” all the time).

They also end shirtless or semi naked way too often to be barely 12 episodes long and make me think, whoever made it, was thinking in “I will make a bunch of hot dudes, showing tasty meat, to make the girls see this anime”.

Another issue with the design is that they look pretty similar. Except the change of the hair color and style, they are the damn same, to the point of be hard to identify them at first, even the girl has THAT FACE. Again, only is easy for the Egyptians gods and Zeus. They are all so absurdly THIN like, damn, they have muscles but, you know, to have these muscles, do you have bones below or something? They are eels…

Their conflicts seem so damn deep in some point that make you think “ok, now the drama start!” but no, all is fixed in one chapter as if they put the issue under a rug.

The names are a big “wtf”. The character Melissa is showed as if is going to be important but I still try to figure out why the fuck they made him/her.

Being an old shitty person a side, I can say, even so, they somehow manage to be charming enough to make you get a little sad when the bad shit happens. After all, they are just a bunch of bimbos: no brain, pretty, nice guys.

There are a few plots twist that can make you say “cool”.

Background and scenery are great, night skies were my favorite.

Score: 2.5/5 and 5/10. Is fine if you are bored one day and want to binge a fast show without need to think, but don’t expect too much. And kinda avoid it if you are fan of any of these gods (much less a nerd of their mythology) or you will end spitting foam and cursing in old latin.

#Kamigami no Asobi #Ludere Deorum #anime #anime review #anime opinion #anime critic

[xoteajays]

And you just now figured this out? See! I told you. Everyone has some type of person (or character) they're very attracted too. Took you long enough to realize that. I should bonk you with a newspaper for that.

But no one ever seems to listen to me about things.

I was right.

~

Yeah.. They're in their thirties now. Dohwan's 1992, Sangyi's 1991. And actually, Dohwan's birthday was actually just a couple months ago.

I'm not complaining! Never. Just.. Let me marry these men now. They are perfect husband material for me. I want them, and I need them as my husbands. Okay, okay. I'm actually stop now. I'm serious. I'll stop.

Like.. Yeah. You only officially see his scars in two scenes. During their exercising scenes (whenever they are shirtless), and the scenes when Jin shows those guys his scars from being stabbed - just so he would prove that he was actually stabbed. Even if the scars aren't so visible.

Maybe? I don't know. But Jin was so willing to die from liver failure for drinking alcohol, just so Gun wouldn't have to give up his ideals about not drinking alcohol. Because of how his abusive alcoholic father was.

Actually, five characters died. Not four. Lee, his wife, their baby since she was pregnant (with a baby who should have been born in months - two months to be specific), Yang and Choi. And almost Woo-jin too.

~

Besides anime. And besides Asian media. I have been watching many different Asian media now, that I can't really remember that American or European media that I enjoyed. Besides what I've already told you.

My brain is fried from watching too much media now. What the fuck.

In American.. We have basic trains. Cargo trains, subway trains, trains like that. I can't say much. I've only been on a train twice in my life. So I have no comment about trains. I remember how germy trains are.

~

Bloodhounds OCs

I know quite a few fans of the show had mixed feelings toward Damin as a character. Because they were complaining that they replaced Ju, with her, just so the boys would have "another sidekick" with them for when they defeated the villains. Which is partially true. But eh.. Still.

What do you think of her now?

I love Gun-woo and Woo-jin equally in their own ways, but I also really think Jin needs more love too. So I will try giving him more backstory.

That works! I do love both shades of the blue hair, but at least it's very different shades of blue. Since I'm slightly leaning more toward colors that are darker with my character (in this fandom), then you might be leaning more toward the lighter and brighter colors. So that's so fine.

I know that I've mentioned this before.. A lot of times. If I'm able to do this for some of my characters, sometimes I would give them medical conditions like disabilities and disorders. But usually when I decide to give characters conditions, I usually use their real conditions for them though. I don't know why. But I do. So how unusual would it be if I did give my character conditions based on AleXa's medical conditions? Is that too weird? Or? I don't know. That was a thought I've been having.

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High&Low OCs

Orange:

Possibly. If one of the boys, like Cobra, doesn't bandage her up any time she falls off the skateboard then I could see Naomi doing that.

I don't know if she will ever get her motorcycle license. But I'm sure the boys, especially Cobra and even Yamato (since I don't think our boy Noboru has a motorcycle), could always ride her around on any of their bikes. Even if she does not get a license, they might always drive her around. But I could see Cobra and Yamato (and even their Mugen brothers) teaching her how to drive when she gets a license at some point. Though she might have to settle for the motorbikes.

Red:

I know of Babymetal.. But I've never listened to their music though. So I have no comment. But I did notice that the actual person does mention Babymetal a lot, hence why it's one of her favorite bands.

White/Green:

Something she has in common with Rocky! If she does work at the Club Heaven club, a woman who's working in a building that serves alcohol to people while being a lightweight. Kizzy's blackmailing so much between these two lightweights to get whatever she actually wants from them. Rocky and W/G should never drink around Kizzy.

The Twelve Kingdoms is her favorite books.

She seems open minded when it comes to genres for any shows or movies she watches; crime, drama, fantasy, horror, thriller, any and every genre. She'll give everything a chance when watching media.

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Gwi-nam's actor is a attractive. But as some character, I just can't get past that fucking mullet as his hairstyle though. Ew. Mullets are gross to me. He needs a glow up. If he survives, give him a makeover too.

If Gwi-nam and even Cheong survive. I might be surprised, but not so surprised at the same time. We know Gwi-nam's a hybrid zombie and who knows about Cheong (if he survives). Because the quiet girl have already survived starvation and being burned alive in the explosions.

I'm not a fan of Seinfeld. I've seen some episodes when I was younger because my parents watched the show, and still do, but I just can't be someone to watches it. I don't find that show funny. In my opinion.

the Behaviours™ i’m about to exhibit about tattooed cobra. especially the second link with the jacket slung over his shoulders and his hands and the sex hair and the thigh. inappropriate thoughts in my brain.

also i just can’t imagine cobra with dark hair. that boy is Blonde. i wonder how murayama would feel about the headband tho.

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i wasn’t paying attention! a tiktok just popped up and it hit me. chishiya …. short ….. blonde …… like cobra and takeshi. fuck. we know i have an idiot brain! she’s not paying attention up there in my skull, she’s just vibin’!

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i was worried about that with gun and drinking! i didn’t want him to be uncomfortable, but apparently he was all good. even managed to bounce back the next morning without a hangover and make breakfast with jin. they’re such good boys.

i was trying not to think about the baby. it wasn’t even old enough to survive out of the womb yet. icky thought but i hope lee died first so he didn’t have to see his wife and baby killed.

i wonder if gun’s mum came back down from the orphanage to be with gun while jin was in hospital. i bet she was worried too, but it’d probably be dangerous because myeong gil was trying to kill them all.

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she does feel very much like a replacement character, hence why i figured she could be rewritten in to replace ju’s earlier stuff.

i’ll get back to you once i’ve watched the last episode. idk much about her yet. i think archery is rad tho so. there’s that.

i don’t know much about aleXa’s condition, but i wouldn’t say it’s too weird since people usually use faceclaims that have similar things to their ocs, like when it comes to medical conditions or gender or sexuality and such.

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i do love a good ‘patching up their romantic interest’ plot. i had a vague idea like that for yui and cobra, her patching him up tho.

noboru has a bike, that’s why he wasn’t there when miho was assaulted, because he was off riding with cobra and yamato.

babymetal is fun. i’ve listened to some of their songs. they really pissed off a lot of annoying men in the genre though because they thought a bunch of young girls shouldn’t be in the ‘metal’ genre. i think they were pretty fondly endorsed by some american metal artists tho iirc. there’s like an infamous facebook post by rob zombie being like ‘they roll harder than you’ to some hater.

kizzy sniffs out blackmail material like a bloodhound. nothing gets by her. she’s got dirt on everyone.

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he looks good with longer hair. i can’t say anything about the mullet though. i’m australian. every guy around here has a mullet at some point. so i’m unphased by them by now. not to be on my bullshit again, but he also looks good blonde agdhdjdls

if i was going to watch an old(er) comedy with vaguely out of touch, off-colour jokes, i’d rewatch how i met your mother or community or modern family again. friends is another one like seinfeld that i won’t watch because i don’t really care for it.

#tj answers #long post // #long post anon

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Here's a question: How come when women talk about male idols in sexualized ways (i.e "I want to see him shirtless", "I want to suck his dick") it's seemingly fine and found harmless and fun, but when men said the exact thing about women idols (i.e. "I want to touch her boobs, "I want to smack her ass") It's seen as sick and perverted??? I literally saw someone post a picture of Heeseung where his junk is perfectly outlined through the pants he's wearing, and instead of that person seeming perverted, they're thanked for spotting it? If a male fan of a female idol were to spot a picture of that said idol's cameltoe or cleavage, then he's a terrible person?? I'm confused, and nothing works on the same spectrum.

Hmm, honestly anon, I'm not even mad at this ask (and I don't think your intentions were to come off as hateful, just curious and a bit upset.???)

I can't speak for others on this site, but I know for me all of this really is harmless and fun. When I say things like your above examples, it's not me wanting to realistically carry them out. I've spoken about this before, it's more of my imagination than anything (even with the Heesueng picture you're referring to, it's not with ill intentions AT ALL just my naughty imagination) Because in reality, if I were to ever see the hyungs members in person, I would probably feel a bit guilty writing for a bunch of dudes that I'm fascinated about but they aren't even aware of my existence (or they know me/us consciously as "an engene" but know nothing about us personally like we do them). I'm going to reiterate just again that nothing I say is something that I have ever intentionally sought out to actually do on the hyungs. It's almost like a figure of speech if you will. Again, can't speak for the rest of the internet, but I know that's where my headspace is at.

I won't avoid the inevitable, and in a sense, you are correct. Even when I was reading this, I thought to myself "Yeah, I probably would give a dude the side-eye if he said he'd wanted to smack a female idol's ass." and then I got to thinking, "I probably would agree if a woman on the other side of me said something equally sexual about a male idol." and honestly, you have my gears going.

But in general, I think that male idols do things that, from what I've seen, female idols would never do. For instance, at a concert, a male idol would pull up his shirt to show his abs and get attention from the crowd, whereas a female idol would never pull down her shirt to show her cleavage in an attempt to rile up the audience. I know little to nothing about female k-pop groups, so I'm not sure what all goes into that part of the k-pop community, and I don't think I'm knowledgeable enough to speak on it. Just like I know that I'm not the most knowledgeable person to speak about you're above crisis. However, I do think that there is a clear difference between what's right and what's wrong when it comes to speaking sexually about female idols vs male idols. I think overall, it depends on who that person is that's speaking sexually about any idol, gender excluded.

But I'm sure there are blogs and accounts out there (or even on here) that are nsfw for female k-pop idols, and who probably sexualize them as equally as nsfw blogs do for male k-pop idols, and hopefully with the right intentions. I think that's where you're getting mixed up, that our purpose for doing this is so that one day it'll actually happen, or some miracle will fall upon us that we actually do get to suck a hyung's dick. But that's FALSE, and I have never, and will never, have ideations like that, and I hope the people that send in hard thoughts and requests and whatnot don't think like that either.

I won't go off and say, "oh no, I'd never look at an idol in that way!" because I have, and k-pop fans that have participated in the writing of smut have too. It's called smut for a reason. But I don't do it in the practice that would hurt somebody, and I'm also not always watching videos of Enhypen or TXT and always thinking something sexual about the hyungs. Most of the time, I'm actually never doing that, and instead thinking about how funny, or happy, or smart, or cute, or talented they are. But this is an nsfw blog where 80% of the time is going to be nsfw and me and my hard thoughts.

If one day, any hyung member from Enhypen or TXT were to come out and speak heavily about how they're uncomfortable with them being written in smut then I would probably never write smut again. It was never my intention from the get-go to make anyone uncomfortable for my own satisfaction, especially the groups that I love. But I do it because I enjoy it, I enjoy the that others enjoy it, and I love to write about the groups I love.

At this point, I'm just rambling about nothing, because I feel like I have something to say on the topic, but don't necessarily know how to go about speaking on it, and I know I don't have the right intellect on k-pop history to dive into the depths of gender equality or sexualization in k-pop terms.

But just to clarify, my page is a SAFE SPACE. Yes, we talk about the hyungs in hard thoughts and sometimes in a sexual manner, but we do it with the right intentions and with the safest outcome possible, keeping in mind that these people are actual human beings with real feelings and the whole shebang.

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