#double oops uwu

[onlyseokmins]

$$60 billion (part 2) • l.s.m.

How did a legendary bounty promised for turning in the wasteland's most infamous outlaw transform into a sick, little inside betting joke amongst your traveling companions? Though you have no idea why they're doing it… you sure as hell don't want that very same gunslinger comrade worth sixty billion double dollars to know anything about it either — but oops — looks like he already does! Damn you and your temper, some unhelpful lip-loosening alcohol, and one no-good, sorry excuse of a preacher you sometimes think of as a friend.

Pairing: outlaw!lee seokmin x fem!reader Genres: smut (minors dni!), trigun!au, action!au, apocalyptic/post-apocalyptic!au, space western!au, slight enemies to comrades to ??? !au, angst, fluff, they're dumbasses your honor 🙏 Warnings: swearing, blood, guns, injuries, medical tingz, destruction, mentions of knives, violence, unsettling space western things, slight body horror and hints at altered dna, weird religious cults, mentions of eating/food, alcohol, threats, bets among friends, tame-ish alien/monster/plant sex (????? listen it'll make sense - think of him like howl's bird form on steroids idk), mating, possessiveness!, marking, bruising, jealousy, smelling/scent kink???, wet messy sex uwu, wing kink (??? listen i was gonna explore it more but decided not to ok??), BITING (bc it's me), mechanical/robotic fingering???, gagging, bulge kink, oral sex (explicit male receiving and brief fem. receiving), seokmin's dick is like SLOPPY TOPPY LORGE w/ a mind of it's own, lowkey forgot how to write smut sorry </3 WC: 13.2k of 32.7k | Part 1 | Read on AO3 A/N: this is for the Now that's 90's - A Seventeen collab and loosely based off/inspired by the Trigun anime/manga! You do not need to know it as I manipulated a whole lot of elements for my own narrative but beware of various spoilers if you do go ahead and check out the series after reading!! I hope everyone enjoys the conclusion and please check out the other writers in this amazing collab ❤️PS, I know nothing abt chess lmaooooo but let me know your thoughts and feel free to ask any questions regarding this au's intricacies!! This part might get a little confusing because of a flashback!! (starts right after the italicized paragraph and ends with "...in this moment...")

The silence is palpable.

"Does it hurt more to get stabbed in the back or shot?"

Only the continual rustling sound answers your philosophical question. Not that you actually care because you weren't really expecting a reply.

So, you keep talking.

"I think it would be more painful to get stabbed… but it would take longer to heal from a gunshot wound."

There's a brief pause in the motions behind you. But the quiet resumes, though the practiced skill of a needle threading through your skin quickens. While the local anesthetics Tonim's doctor supplied is doing its job for the most part, you swear you can still feel the tug of flesh being sewn together.

Or maybe you're just thinking too hard.

"Look. I'm… I'm sorry."

If tension could personify itself right at this moment, it would do so with ease, given how heavy its presence currently sits in the room. A low voice finally speaks up, gravely and roughened after such a long period of silence and the hairs on your neck rise.

"Are you really?"

"… Yes."

A heavy sigh — one burdened with all the worries of the world — follows. You wince and then tremble, wishing you could turn around. It's easy to guess what he's thinking but god, do you wish you could see his face to confirm. The fear of the unknown paralyzes you.

"I seriously am."

"Doubtful. I know you only asked me that question to subtly say you'll be okay and heal just fine but it's not that simple."

The callousness in his tone and the sharp way he says your first name makes you want to shrink down, shrivel up, and quite frankly die on the spot. Gritting your teeth, you succumb to the apparent silent treatment until the snip of scissors signifies your surgeon has finished treating you.

You think twice about your options upon hearing the click-clack of medical supplies being put back into the first aid kit. Then you think, "fuck it!", and use your good arm to keep the fabric of a spare t-shirt pressed against your chest and shift so you can face the man who just rather aggressively threw a handful of unused alcohol prep pads back into their designated slot.

"I'm super duper, utterly, and truly apologetic, Seok."

The gunslinger heaves another grand exhale of irritation. He doesn't even so much as glance at you, frowning sourly down at the roll of gauze in his hands instead. The temptation to reach out and touch him — soothe him — is strong but you decide against that (for various reasons) and resort to huffily pouting instead. Amazingly it seems to work, because he notices right away and folds way too easily without much of your sway, finally facing you with a reluctant but serious expression.

"Then what did you learn?"

Your gaze lowers, eyelashes fluttering while you drown in your feelings of shame and wrack your brain. The urge to toy with the silver chain around your neck is strong though you resist the tick and hesitantly answer instead.

"Um, that I need to fortify my mental block better?"

"Try again."

"Uh…"

"How about the way you're not supposed to play the hero?"

The tin of the trauma kit rattles as Seokmin slams his left hand down on the bed, leaning menacingly toward you. Though narrowed, his eyes seem to glow. You can't help but whimper at the intense ire dancing in those irises paired with his sharp tone. Like the desert's suns, it simmers and radiates off of him with rays of heat that you can easily feel given how close he is.

"I'm, I'm sorry!"

"No, you're not," he states sharply though the rigidness in his body relaxes after your squeak of another apology. "You almost died!"

You'd defiantly cross your arms if you could. "Between the two of us, you were most at risk of dying."

"Was not! And we both know my chances of injury are much, much lower than yours."

"You can't lecture me and flex your stupid powers this time! It's different 'cause Jihooon was fuckin' with my mind."

The harsh bitterness is more so directed at yourself and the damned Crimsonnail than Seokmin. But as usual, you vent all your frustrated emotions out on him, especially whenever he brings up the fragility of your mortality. You both stare stubbornly into each other's eyes, thinking back to what happened and what could've happened.

Lina's protected. The Tonim residents were all immobilized. Seungcheol, Seungkwan, and Mingyu are in good spirits. You are safe.

A burst of air rushes into Seokmin's lungs, relief filling him as he idly scans your figure for injuries. Casually reloading his revolver just in case, he beams as you approach. The mirrored expression of victory on your face accompanied by a hand reaching out causes his whole body to shudder in pleasure. There's nothing he'd like more than to intertwine his fingers with yours.

Instead, he settles for returning your enthusiastic fist bump. Nudging his shoulder against yours, Seokmin chirps out, "Good job, partner!"

"Partner?"

"Yeah, partners."

You shake your head like you can't believe him, amusement tilting up the corners of your lips. He wants to tell you everything, all of it. But his ears catch the faint click of a contraption behind him and he looks over his shoulder just in time to see Jihoon's crossbow assemble.

Joshua looks mightily displeased but makes no effort to put a stop to the Crimsonnail's actions. Seokmin can only thank his lucky stars that Soonyoung remains in a catatonic state. Dealing with a ginormous worm so soon after being in its stomach a couple days ago was not appealing in the slightest.

The fingers of his prosthesis splay out, cybernetic arm lowered and extended outwards in front of you as you turn around as well. He knows you hate unwarranted protection but you'll have to forgive his instincts this time. Nevertheless, he trusts you. And as Jihoon opens fire, Seokmin leaps into action, expecting you to do the same — only to do a double-take when you don't move despite a flurry of nails breaching the air.

Your eyes remain unfocused. Glazed over and cloudy, posture tense but still. He sneaks observatory looks your way from afar while firing Geranium. Round after round, breaking nail after nail to prevent any harm befalling you. A maniacal laughter rings out and Seokmin freezes, putting two and two together.

Then he snarls.

Jihoon must've sicced his killing intent — a nasty ability to project and create illusions of destruction in someone and break their will — on you. Cursing, he starts making his way closer to you, inwardly reaching out to you and begging that you'll break free of the blonde-haired man's clutch on your psyche.

You're obviously more than capable. He knows this. But your movements are sluggish, slowly releasing Sirocco from your grasp. The empty pistol lands on the sand with a muffled thud and Seokmin's pretty sure his heart mimics it. A look of terror and horror spreads across your facial features, surely subject to something awful within the confines of your own mind.

And while you're experiencing visions of things you fear coming true, he's stuck in the vivid reality where they do.

You spin around with a wild look in your eyes — full of rage and anguish. He stumbles back as you teeter one foot at a time toward him and in the distraction, a nail pierces right below your shoulder blade.

Someone wails behind him.

You scream.

Seokmin rushes forward. But he's tackled suddenly to the ground and ends up flat on his back. Completely winded and left with his vision smarting, blinking in confusion at the blurry double halos that definitely shouldn't be around the duo of suns in the sky.

Then your face comes into focus. And god, forget the suns — in all your glory and in all your fierceness, you shine brighter than them all combined — hallucinations be damned.

It takes a bit of wrangling around, given how you try to wrestle and pin the man down. The clunky gun you're waving around goes off several times, harmlessly lodging bullet holes into the sand cushioning around Seokmin's head.

"Stop it, you're gonna hurt yourself!"

Moving and lashing out like a wild animal before it's fully sedated, his words don't come through the hellish haze Jihoon's trapped you in. You pull the trigger with no regard for the injury to your shooting arm.

Bang!

Bang!

Bang!

Bang!

Bang!

Bang!

He dutifully counts each round fired, multitasking between that and the effort it takes to contain your struggling movements. Once again, thanks to the overpowered strength of his prosthetic, the man's finally able to sit up with you secured in his arms to cease any further movement.

"Lovely, lovely mayfly," he murmurs. The stable cybernetic hand gently feels around the impaled shoulder while a trembling thumb rubs your abnormally chilled cheek. "C'mon and snap out of it, pretty."

Not a spot of recognition in your blank glare. His eyebrows furrow as cold metal presses in between them. Seungcheol is cursing, Mingyu and Seungkwan are shouting loudly. Jihoon gloats.

But none of that matters. Seokmin drowns all of it out by diving in the pooling depths of your empty irises. Searching, calling, begging. Biting his lip, he delivers a quick slap and pleads, "Come back to me, love."

And like a mist that rises after dawn, you return to him. Your stunned grip on the gun falters, the final bullet rattling in its chambers. The pained expression on your face slices open his own heart but its shredded form takes flight in utter relief.

You're back. You're going to be okay — he'll make sure of it. And even if you don't know it, you're his and he's yours.

"Y-you're dead," you choke out and all he can do is smile despite feeling like he's on the verge of crying. Elation, anger, guilt, hope, longing, worry, joy — all of it turns and tosses within him like a rustling flurry of winged creatures struggling to break free.

So, he smiles at you and grasps the barrel of the old pistol aimed at his forehead. "I know, mayfly."

Jihoon howls in fury. Joshua finally steps forward, striking a military pose with his hands behind his back. Composed as ever, his voice remains its deceptively sweet self compared to the harsh jerking movements he's subjected upon the gray-eyed man via telepathy.

"You've crossed the line, lost number thirteen."

"Don't call me that!"

It's no surprise that the pecking order in Dokyeom's henchmen sowed seeds of dissent. Though Joshua was simply a right-hand man, he remained the only unnumbered member, proving the lack of disposability DK saw in him versus the others.

"Know your place."

"Which has always been at the top! But because of you — !"

" — The top of those already at the bottom, perhaps. Respect your superiors and your orders, Crimsonnail. You were not to lay a hand upon Master Dokyeom's brother. Ever."

"I didn't!"

"Or a member of his little group." His indifferent gaze swept over Seokmin protectively cradling your body. "This voids our involvement and nullifies any further implementations of the game."

Joshua would thank his lucky stars that the humanoid typhoon is letting them leave scotch-free if he was a decent man. Unfortunately, he's not — already considering what punishment to enact upon Jihoon per his master's orders. The Crimsonnail feels a shiver down his spine, further enhanced by Joshua's frosty, disdainful look of disapproval as he telepathically drags Jihoon to the car.

Still, it's a good thing Seokmin's a pacifist by nature, that he's more preoccupied by your well being than anything else. Your brow begins to bead with sweat, the pain of your wound finally sinking in past the adrenaline rush wearing off. Black circles dance in your blurring vision, the gun falling from your grasp as you droop forward and rely on the unerring sureness of his support and the safety within in it.

Seokmin knows he needs to get you medical help right away, and it's the only thing he can focus on. There's no time for exchanging a blow with a blow nor the faintest idea of revenge.

Not yet. Not now. Maybe never if it means putting you in harm's way.

Was he really going to give up following the bloody trail to hold his brother accountable for the unspeakable crimes he's committed? Throw away the blank ticket Rem spoke about? All for one person?

The questions all swirl around in his head like a nebulous mass. And like a newborn star — one that's been long in the making — the answer is crystal clear and shining bright as you sit in front of him now looking devastatingly beautiful to him despite all that's happened. Most importantly, you're safe.

But all he can say in this moment aloud is, "I'm sorry."

For a multitude of reasons. So many of them. You seem to spot something in his eyes, frowning ever so slightly.

"You don't have to apologize for anything. I'm fine."

"I almost lost you."

"But you didn't."

"…I know. And I'm so fuckin' glad."

Seokmin runs his fingers in a distressed manner through dusty, matted strands of reddish-brown strands. Immediately drawing attention to the dirt, grime, and dried blood coating and dulling the cybernetic's buzzing glow.

"That's gonna be a pain in the ass to clean."

He appreciates the subject change, shooting you a lopsided grin. "Yeah, tell me 'bout it."

"Let me help."

You get up before he can protest. A tactical way to coerce him into worrying about helping you rather than arguing. The coy part of yourself is applauding the method, especially when the calloused flesh of his palm splays against the bare skin of your lower back in the name of support as you both walk to the bathroom.

That same part whispers naughty temptations to drop the t-shirt covering your chest, press up against him, and see his reaction. But your reasonable, reserved side is too held up on various other matters to give in.

Sadly, you find out you can't offer as much assistance as you would've liked. But Seokmin seems heartened by just seeing you up and about and close to him. Plus, you make use of your idleness while he washes in the sink by reaching for the few stocked amenities you can reach with your good shoulder above it when he asks for them. And you receive a heartfelt smile in return.

"I probably should've just showered."

You shrug. "You still could."

"Nah, it's fine, I can do it later. What about you, though? You're going to need help with those stitches."

"What a roundabout way to say you want to bathe together, Seok. You could've just asked."

Maybe you expected him to splutter nervously or protest fiercely at the tease. You certainly don't expect him to just shake his head — silver earring flashing in the vanity's dull lighting — and chuckle.

"I'm being serious, goof. Besides, it's not the first time I've seen you in the tub."

"What?" you squawk and his grin doesn't falter. In fact, it turns into a smirk.

"I'll go get Sherry. Lina's gonna want to see you too, she wouldn't stop crying about her pretty savior getting hurt."

You frown. Was he still going to dodge The Talk™? And did he think you were really just going to him out of your clutches that quickly?

"We still need to chat. You promised."

His eyes flash. "… And you don't like promises."

Yes, that was exactly why. He knew your history. Still, you refused to back down.

"No, I don't. But I like you… and, and most of all, I trust you. I just want the truth, Seok. Even if you think it'll hurt me, at least be honest. Trust me back. I promise it'll make it less painful if you tell me why you thought I wasn't serious. So, please…"

Don't let me down.

It's unspoken, but he can clearly hear it in your tone. A battle-worn sigh escapes so you try to lead him and finish with a question where he can give a more straightforward answer.

"… How long have you known? About the bet, I mean."

Despite wavering between semi-alertness and bordering the edge of losing consciousness, you're aware of Sheryl's presence as she bustles around with Seungkwan and Mingyu to clear out an empty room above the saloon temporarily used for patients. Seungcheol waits outside the door with you two, a cigarette loosely dangling from his lips.

When Sheryl leaves, she sneaks a peek at the way your face buries into Seokmin's neck, how the man carefully assesses the rest of your body for injuries. His touch is gentle, the cybernetic arm coated in blood as it holds the nail in you steady. He'd been adamant about being the one — the best one — to treat you. Smiling, she hands Seungcheol a couple of double dollars and the pastor raises an inquiring eyebrow.

"For that little game of yours," the woman whispers knowingly and gestures to the two who just exited the room and Seokmin hurriedly heads inside. "They told me all about it."

You lift your head to glare at Seungcheol and then your other comrades as you pass, wondering if this was some sick form of revenge for pulling one on him and if Sheryl was so keen to set you up with someone in the same way pompously done for her. But your shoulder feels like it's on fire so rather than reprimand your stupid, back-stabbing friends and slump back wearily against Seokmin.

He's a simple man who certainly can't hide a silly smile at the unconventional snuggling. Lifting his chin, he then tilts his head questioningly to the money in Seungcheol's hands. "You're still doing that bet?"

"Haf'ta win the lasses 'n hopeless romantics over 'n have 'em rootin' fer ya."

"Y-you know about the bet?"

Seokmin hushes you with a low murmur, words muffled by the press of his lips to the crown of your head. You can't make out what he says, but the timbre is soothing enough that your eyes close.

"Gotta make that sixty billion somehow if we're not turnin' ya ass in."

"Fair enough!" The wanted man laughs and closes the door with his foot.

His cheerful demeanor then dropped to focus on the proper procedures to treat your wound and that's when the silence settles in, soon followed by the weighing air of unresolved tension between you. And now, you're continuing the determined path to fully speed-run ahead and break it, though he shrugs nonchalantly at the question.

"Known for a while, to be honest."

"Seriously? I thought it was a secret!"

"C'mon, you know how bad Cheol is at keeping them."

"Yeah, right," you roll your eyes. "That man takes things to the grave — literally!"

"You're too hard on him." Seokmin leans toward you, bracing himself with an arm supported by the sink and brown eyes sparkling with humor. "Think about how much you've learned about him."

"Against my will, too much…"

"Which means I'm right."

"… I guess you do make a fair point."

"Of course. He's a completely open book once you peel back that damn protective hardcover of his."

Still, you sniff disdainfully and frown. "I swear, you're the only one who sees him like that."

"Like what?"

"Like…. unafraid, unconcerned, unbothered by all that he is, all that he's done, et cetera."

"Why not? He's done the same for me. Besides, I've said it before but he has those eyes, you know. Kind."

Ah, and that's what gets you to resign with a small grin. It's just like Seokmin to see only the good in people.

"And you're not all that different," he continues with a broad, knowing smile. Immediately you bristle and he clarifies, "from me." Some part of you momentarily wonders if you spoke your thoughts aloud or if he just simply knows them that well. "As loath as you are to admit it, you care for him. Most importantly, you trust him."

Though your face sours at the thought, you don't retort right away. Sure, Seungcheol is a trusted ally. And maybe the motivation to free Jeonghan from the control of the Eye of Joshua wasn't solely because it was simply the right thing to do. But also because it might brighten the dull spark and leave one less bloodstain on the hand of a man who bore the burdensome weight of all sins like a cross on his shoulders.

Then you wave away those thoughts for now. "So, is that why you thought I wasn't serious on how I feel about you. 'Cause of the bet?"

"No, because I never knew the full extent of it. But… if you're saying it had to do with your feelings, then I would have to say yes — though I find it hard to believe any bet's worth my bounty."

"Oh." Your cheeks heat at unwittingly giving it away.

Seokmin smirks when you avoid his gaze, and he moves in even closer. "No one has sixty billion double dollars just lying around, mayfly."

"You're just saying that so no one turns you over to July."

"Well, you won't do it, will you?"

"You don't know that," you fire back, intending to heighten your defenses that only weakly falter because you're still not looking at him.

"But I do."

"Yeah? Prove it!"

Ooh, a challenge.

And one more step closer.

"Because you care too much about the man you like to put him behind bars."

Your eyes dart back to meet his, ready to squint reproachfully only to widen at how the gunslinger's face is only a breadth away from yours. Breath hitching, you desperately want to whine out in irritation but it comes out in a low whimper. Seokmin's canines flash in the bathroom's dim lighting.

"That's not, that's not fair." The wall pressing into your bare back keeps you from retreating and the hand keeping the t-shirt covering your chest feels how your heartbeat speeds up. Your skin is on fire, only the cool temperature of your locket and its chain preventing you from utterly exploding after the plaintive admission of, "You already know everything. But…"

"But…?"

The unconscious action of biting into your lower lip only gets realized by the way it keenly draws Seokmin's eyes. Electric blue flashes against brown irises yet they darken to almost black with the sudden thrill of desire that rises to the surface. He's so close, you can feel his breath caress your face, and you swear you hear it deepen into a low grunt before he raises a brow for you to continue.

"But… b-but I don't know…a single… thing."

Seokmin has forever believed Rem's take regarding the ticket to the future always being blank. For him, it's always been an unknown path forward that he's let lead him wherever and to whatever destination.

He holds himself back, just enough to utter the (practically what should be unneeded) words of reassurance, "It could only ever be you — and it's always been only you — that I could be in love with so much, mayfly," and then he's eliminating the meager distance between the two of you. For the first time, he stamps that blank ticket with an assuredness of the future and outcome he's never had before — with a kiss.

Cradling the back of your head with his cybernetic prosthesis, the other cups your cheek and then trails down to your collarbones — but no further than appropriate. His mouth, though, disregards the very notion. A teasing tongue repeatedly runs across your bottom lip to smooth out the indents caused earlier by your teeth then naughtily pokes and prods its way between, eliciting a sweet gasp from you he absolutely devours.

Your whole body shudders with happiness, eagerly surrendering to the man's wild, possessive fervor as he passionately steals the breath out of your lungs and stakes his claim on you by leaving behind shiny kiss-bitten lips. Seokmin only draws away, panting, to admire his handiwork, light-headed and dizzy with delight.

"I love you," he reconfirms with his forehead resting against yours and nose tickling your own, "… partner."

Breathlessly, you joke back after placing a soft kiss on the corner of his mouth. "Love you too, partner."

And that was that.

With your shoulder injury on the mend and the other members of your little ragtag group nursing their own bumps and bruises, you all decided to spend one more night in Tonim — much to Lina's delight. While she merrily bounced from one 'hero' to the next, you playfully reminded Wonwoo that he still owed you some free drinks. You were eager to take advantage of the fact and he was more than willing to accommodate.

The tavern that originally held a subdued, slightly hostile air to it when you first arrived was now filled with an unfettered joyous harmony. You're so easily swept up in the ambiance of such high spirits and jubilant townsfolk as mug ales filled to the brim get passed around and clinked together, you fail to notice Seokmin's sudden withdrawn nature.

Not until the next morning do you first realize something's off.

"You're sure about this?"

"Oh, no. Not you too, Seok."

You'd already flipped off and shoved away a complaining, terribly hungover Seungcheol and finally got rid of the watchful, fretting gazes of Seungkwan and Mingyu. The duo had been hovering around you with concern ever since you downed a full glass of alcohol last night. While you generally just let them be and were quite thankful not to wake up with a pounding headache, you certainly weren't above crushing all of Mingyu's pudding cups if he meekly asked one more time if you were okay or needed help.

Seokmin leans against the open door frame as you pack. The pulsating glow of lost technology flickers in your peripheral and keeps you aware of his quiet presence. Part of you had always wondered if the ever-running currents of lighting synced with the flow of blood through the rest of his body.

The gunslinger doesn't speak, and you wonder why. And though you'd like to flatter yourself and entertain the notion that he's watching you — while other times that may be true — you don't feel the weight of his eyes trained on your motions. It wasn't like there was much to stuff in your bag, the satchel's leather cracked, faded, and well-worn after all these years of use through the desert and everything you truly value remains strapped some way to your body. So once you're finished, you inquisitively peek over in his direction.

Brown eyes are trained on the clunky gun on the mattress — the same one you'd pressed against his head. It's also the exact same pistol Chan had spent his adolescence restoring and repairing. Left unnamed unlike the honorary grave Seokmin had helped you prep before leaving the ruins of Ivywood behind. Meanwhile, his gaze darts to linger in contemplation on the chain around your neck before his eyebrows furrow, emphasizing the drawn out features and dark circles beneath his eyes.

"You look tired, you doing okay?"

"Yeah, just haven't been… sleeping well."

Frowning, you step toward him. Although he doesn't back away, his entire posture stiffens. "Will you be able to make the journey?"

He snorts, gesturing to your shoulder you're trying not to move too much. "Isn't that what I'm supposed to be asking you?"

"I'll feel better at the border."

Seokmin nods understandingly. "The weather will align well."

Within the sandstorms that relentlessly swirl near the Melca Border Sea of Sand, hides the only SEEDS floating ship that survived the Great Fall and you have to get the timing just right to reach it. It's home to a large community of humans, and most importantly, it's what you would consider a true home to you and Seokmin. Already, your energy restores — excited at the prospect of getting to relax in a place you trust and people you truly enjoy being around.

"Jun can take a look at my shoulder."

"That's true, it would be good for him to do."

"And I'm sure Hao's going to want to check your arm, maybe fashion some fabric that's not only bulletproof but also nail-proof."

"He's gonna give us both a scolding."

"Wouldn't be the first time."

You share a look of fond chagrin. Even though Seokmin's well over a century older than Juhui and Minghao, they were direct Earth descendants aboard a ship full of lost technology and geniuses in their own right. Those facts alone gave them all the confidence and utter audacity to more often than not, act like fretting toma mothers over the two of you.

Nonetheless, you appreciated them with all that's remaining of your heart.

The trip to the Melca Border wasn't a straight shot from Tonim but it wasn't as far as you thought. A bittersweet farewell to Wonwoo, Lina, Sherry, and the rest of the townsfolk was to be expected. Though their sorrow weighed you down, the knowledge that you were parting from them with good memories and the expectations to visit again kept your steps light-footed.

Seokmin remains zoned out the entire time. You bulk it up to his normal reaction whenever something emotional was on the horizon. Returning to Melca held a grand spread of wonderful, warm memories with a scattering of dreadfully sad ones too. Though the floating ship's defenses have been bolstered to the max over the years, the terrible events weren't easy to forget.

But they were incidents in the past and it's thanks to the intellect of the two who greet you at the entrance of the ship that their defenses continue to improve. Luida proudly stands behind them, accompanied by Brad and his wife.

"Greetings, weary travelers."

"We're no strangers, Luida," Seokmin protests against her formality.

The elderly leader's playful grin smooths out the wrinkles lining her wise face. "Welcome home, children."

It's a simple phrase but one that fills you with inexplicable warmth. Hansol might be the son born of her own body, but no one is immune from her maternal instinct. She beckons for everyone to come inside where the main quarters lie and the growing crew population will certainly be enthusiastic upon hearing about your return.

Seungcheol, Mingyu, and Seungkwan trail after without fuss, also elated to be aboard the familiar floating ship. You smile with genuine delight and step forward to follow while Minghao takes one look over his wire-rimmed glasses to survey Seokmin's dusty figure and elegantly tilts his head knowingly in the hallway leading to the technology laboratory. Glittery, colorful beads woven through the long strands of his two-toned hair clink in time with the movement.

It's hard to hide the snicker that escapes as you watch Seokmin trudge after Minghao like a scolded puppy. Your glee at someone else's suffering doesn't last long when a gentle hand clasps your shoulder. Wincing at the pain, you meet Junhui's puzzled look before his eyes narrow.

"You're hurt," he says, disappointed but not surprised, and leads you away to the med bay. It's exactly what you expected, in fact, the main reason behind why you're here — and yet, you sulk and whine petulantly just because you can.

"Not my fault that the only way to get here is by timing everything right to jump into a sandstorm and then onto a flying platform."

After instructing you to lie down on the medical bed and cutting the fabric of your shirt without fanfare, Junhui clicks his tongue. "You only come to visit when you're hurt."

"Not true!"

He concentrates on disinfecting and resewing the torn stitches in the tender flesh around the parts of your wound that are still healing. His tone borders on slight resentment but the concern weighing in it smoothes it all over.

"And yet most of our time spent together is only when you visit so I can patch you up."

"It's not like that."

"I know… but I would've met you elsewhere."

"Boring."

"Can't you courteously pretend to care about yourself out of consideration for those who worry?"

"You'll go gray at such a very young age if you stress all the time, Jun."

He shakes away silver bangs that threaten to impede his vision, unamused. "And you'll end up buried under the sand next time."

"Sounds cozy."

"I swear —"

You wave his growing ire away. "Seok takes care of me just fine."

"Yes," Junhui's cat-like smile causes your metaphorical hackles to raise. "He does care deeply about you."

"I'll punt you into the fifth moon and give it a second crater with your body."

"Now, now… violence is never the answer."

"Violence is the only reason you have a job!"

If you weren't as close as you were, perhaps he'd be offended by your claim. Instead, he kicks you out (after ensuring you're indeed in relatively good health), leaving you to laugh victoriously. Then, you set off to the technology lab in good spirits, hoping to catch Seokmin and commiserate with him.

Instead, you find a lone Minghao sitting refinedly amongst all the tech with grace and poise. He was in his element. Fiddling with and poking at a well-worn, familiar cybernetic tech with a thin silver instrument, he simply raises an eyebrow to acknowledge your presence.

"Did you fit Seok with a new arm?"

"But of course," the man sighs wearily, "despite my best efforts, my darlings always return home to their father with quite a beating."

"… Then you'll hate what I'm about to tell you."

"No, I cannot fashion you a pierce-proof trench coat. However, I will acquire some stronger material… but there better not be a next time."

You purse your lips and pout. It often seemed like Minghao worried more about his inventions than the people using them, though you knew that to ultimately not be true.

"So, he already told you what happened."

"Oh, yes… he told me everything." Heterochromatic eyes suddenly meet yours, sharp with a spark of amusement. "See, I almost didn't want to give him the latest modification but…"

"But…" You repeat warily.

Junhui was always mischievous, though most of it only ended with harmless pranks. On the other hand, Minghao's sarcasm-filled humor rarely made an appearance, and when it did, it usually delighted in the sickest of satisfactions.

Yet, he simply shrugs, evasive as always. "I think you'll like its improvements."

There's something foreboding about that statement, but he ushers you away under the pretense that he needs to concentrate. And shortly, you find yourself stopped by curious passersby or familiar faces in the hallways to the main quarters. Since your last visit, a multitude of passengers have a lot to share and update you on. By the time you reach your own pod, you're socially exhausted.

Sleep came easy but finding Seokmin did not. The SEEDS ship was already big in the first place and additional construction enlarged it further. An itchy, achy feeling pooled inside your gut on the second evening you'd been unable to catch sight of him. Finally, you acknowledged the bitter truth — he was avoiding you.

You had to come to terms with how delusional it was to think that once everything was out in the open, the scattered puzzle pieces would magically fall together in their rightful places. It should be easy, right? It's what happened in those cheap novels Junhui dug out of an abandoned pod in Melca back in the day. He'd given them to you as a birthday joke — Minghao sighing and handing over your real present (the first bullet-proof trench coat) — but you'd actually read through all the cheesy, steamy piles of romantic drivel.

Seungkwan, ever the cynic, and Seungcheol — who's naturally a heathen — quickly destroyed the slim spark of hope of ever hoping to feel those flutters in your gut. Meanwhile, Mingyu was someone precious and wholesome with a romantic outlook on life underneath the great muscular physique he'd gained from carrying that heavy concussion gun around.

You often wondered why they never tormented him like they did to you. But despite his indomitable stature, the emotionally soft man's tears were the most powerful weapon in his arsenal. Even if he didn't quite realize it, his comrades certainly were aware.

And Seokmin… well, if you knew how Seokmin felt about romance, you wouldn't be stuck in the position of wondering why the fuck he was avoiding you.

Again.

"Where is he?"

"Good morning," Mingyu greets the following morning, cheerful as ever. "If you're still hunting Seokmin for sport, he said he's feelin' a little sick!"

"Sure."

"No, he really is." Seungkwan refutes your aggressive eye roll with a gentle shake of his head. "Loverboy hasn't come out of his room for days and when I almost knocked the door in earlier, he finally responded only to sound like a dying toma."

Your face contorts into a morbid combination of concern and irritation, shifting between the two expressions. "Probably 'cause he stayed out all last night!"

And with a dramatic huff, you glower at the pastor seated in the cramped corner of the floating ship's kitchen area. Seungcheol deemed it was cooler, darker, and the farthest spot in the enclosed space from any of your misplaced wrath. He smiles, the white stick between whiter teeth jollily flicking up and down at you, taunting.

He reveled in the knowledge of being safe since he'd been the only one able to provide any information on the humanoid typhoon's whereabouts. The pastor — who still enjoyed a late-night smoke to cure some of his insomnia — considered it his saving grace to catch sight of the fellow gunslinger slinking through the shadows in the halls. Apparently, Seokmin had been sneaking outside the past few nights and remained resolutely ever-elusive during the day.

"Should go see 'im. Yer all antsy and 'm bettin' he's missin' his… mayfly."

"Oh, go fuck yourself," you snarl and storm out, missing the man's bark of laughter before he continues contemplating the best way to siphon money during a confessional.

The unfaltering stomp of your combat boots is the background beat on your walk to Seokmin's pod. His halls aren't far from the kitchen area and yet each footfall feels like a step into the unknown, the lights above seeming to grow dimmer the closer you get.

Why was he acting like this?

Did he regret everything that happened between you?

Was something wrong?

Would he shut himself away from you?

Worry and anger swirl together, mirroring the vortex of sand you had to pass through to get here. Seokmin's never shut you completely out before but you're familiar with his reclusive acts when things get too much. Too close. Too emotional. And you're afraid to be the catalyst to another spiral.

So, you knock. Harsh, loud, and ultimately unforgiving if ignored.

"Seokmin, open up! I know you're alive!"

A mutter of "Barely," carries through the door before he clearly answers with a curt, "I'm not feeling well but I'll be fine."

"Open the door."

Silence.

"Please."

The silence continues — and your temper flares. "Don't make me go get my bag and grab my lock-picking set!"

You can hear sounds of cursing and some rustling around before the door slowly and reluctantly opens, Seokmin hiding in the shadow it casts.

"As you can see, I'm quite fi —"

Both a coughing jag and the firm push of your shoe interrupts his confident statement. "Sure hope you weren't about to say you're fine!"

A faint smoky scent permeates the pod. You cough and pause to let your vision adjust to the darkness. The first hint toward Seokmin's unusual behavior because he thrived in the sunlight, no matter how weak the sunrays that reached the floating ship were. Then second, you blink in wonderment at the black heaps littering the bed and floor.

Feathers. Everywhere.

Reminiscent of the time you'd broken Seungcheol's ridiculously expensive pillow against Mingyu's bulky bicep during a good-natured fight with Seungkwan's assistance. But instead of an explosion of brown and aqua toma plumage causing you all to sneeze, these were inky dark like the night sky and resembled piles of soot against the pod's stark white backdrop.

You whirl around to find Seokmin retreating to the corner of the room, hands slamming on top of the dresser for support. His back is to you with two thin wings jutting out from it. Feathers rustle as he pants, shoulders coinciding up and down with the motion of the wings.

"Seok, how did… how did this happen?"

It's not fear that causes your voice to tremble but worry. The appearance of his natural Plant form is no longer shocking. In fact, the more you see it, the more you find it eerily beautiful. Probably similar to those who believe them to be messengers of a higher power. But he's only ever transformed in dire situations — either due to stress or the rare exhaustion of his superhuman abilities against stronger foes.

He doesn't reply so you take a cautious step forward. An animalistic growl erupts from his throat, followed by a pained groan. You gasp as he shakes, protrusions rupturing from the lower parts of his shoulder blades. Two more wings burst out and unfurl below the trembling ones already quivering on his back.

So that's how they hide and reappear.

"Is it 'cause you're sick? Choi said you've been staying out all night. You could've caught a cold or something's in the air. Never know what's floating around here." You babble as you frantically search for signs in the mirror above the dresser for any hints to what's caused this.

Seokmin's bent over and you note what should be brunette roots of hair are now pitch-black too. Closer and closer you creep until you can make out each bead of perspiration trickling down his neck and how they coat every bare part of his body in a sheen of sweat.

Then his head snaps up. An eye — unshielded by the black fringe of his red-brown tipped bangs — narrows to glare into your widened ones. A tempest of electric blue rages within it. Like the hottest type of fire, it burns more than you could ever expect in a vortex of one prominent emotion.

Desire.

An involuntary shudder overtakes your whole body, and you unconsciously bite your lip. Seokmin slumps back down, granting respite from that ardent azure glow.

"Sick," he snarls and laughs, strained. "Sick in the head, that's for sure."

"How… how can I help? What can I do for you?"

"Get out."

"Seok —"

"I'm serious, mayfly. For your own good. Leave."

"My own good?"

"I'll, hah, I'll explain… explain it later."

Your arms cross. "Oh, really? Or will you avoid me again? Like you have been for the past several days?"

"I haven't —"

"Don't you dare feign indifference! I'm not stupid — we talk about our feelings and then you retreat. Just be honest with me… please."

You promised.

He sucks in a very deep inhale through clenched teeth, seeming to regret it instantly because his grip on the edge of the dresser is hard enough to crack the strong material. Glowering at your reflection again — not daring to acknowledge your very real and extremely close presence in the room — Seokmin bares his sharpened and widened incisors in a snarl.

"We will talk, mayfly, please believe me. Now's… hah… just not great timing with… with what's happening."

Irritation easily gives way back to worry. "At least tell me what I can do for you. Should I get Jun?"

"He can't do anything. Gotta just… work it out of my system."

"Work what?" You frown, knowing how rare it is for the medical specialist to be stumped.

"It's not for certain…" Four different wings flutter in agitation at various speeds. "Not a lot's known about Plant physiology," his mouth turns downward, "even I don't have a thorough understanding."

"Is it a disease?"

"Wish it was that simple."

"You're talking in riddles and running verbal circles, Seok."

"… Dokyeom and I are independent Plants. Likely the only ones, well, you know — still functioning. Alive. When Rem found us, research was obviously done."

You know the story very well and nod. "And had been conducted before."

"'Course thanks to Rem, it wasn't as invasive but there were, hah, occasional talks. Theories. And then, of course, before us twins, there was…"

"… Tesla."

A Plant with a lifespan of only two-hundred and thirty days.

Seokmin swallows. "Tesla. Yes. I recall bits and pieces. Hypothesized with Luida and company… Outside of Dokyeom following the unethical methods humans sometimes conduct for experimentation," he snorts at the irony, "it's thought that Plants… can copulate… with a mate… of their, hah, choosing."

"Really?" Your eyebrows raise, intrigued. "That's a brilliant discovery!" Then they furrow. "Wait, are you saying that this," you wave your hand to gesture at his current form, "is because… you're, er, ready to… mate?"

He holds his head. "… Yes."

"Oh, okay. So, you need like… relief? A mate? Should I…?"

Your questions hang uncertainly in the air, unfinished because you're really not sure what you're supposed to even offer. A sarcastic smirk graces Seokmin's lips, condescending in the sort of way that's aimed more at himself.

"What kind of man do you think I am, mayfly?"

"A very, uh, Planty one for sure."

"Better than leafy, I suppose."

"Though you are quite… feathery."

Finally, he turns toward you, a wry and defeated smile on his weary face. His wings stretch outward and curl back in, elegantly waving toward you as if drawn in your direction. You can't help but smile at the object hanging from a cord around his neck.

"You still keep that old thing around?"

He looks at the golden cartridge and chuckles. "It's special."

"Me holding a gun to your head was special?""Meeting you will always remain a treasured memory, no matter the manner of how it happened." Seokmin falls quiet, lost in thought before hesitantly asking, "Did I not mention Plants mate for life? Well, at the very least, I know I do."

"Oh." Your astonishment reveals itself in a breathless gasp. There's no escaping that all-consuming, fiery cerulean gaze. "So is this the first time you've been… ready to, uh, mate?"

"No, I'm used to the way these cycles come and go. But this for sure is the worst bout yet."

"… Why?"

You hold your breath. He takes a step forward. Then another.

He's so close, if you leaned the slightest bit forward you'd press up against each other. Somehow, with an overwhelming sense of shyness guessing the underlying thoughts and what his answer will be, your eyes roam his bare upper chest and torso.

If you could caress him you would. All the shiny black feathers adorning his wings and the occasional ones sprouting along his forearms pointing to his Plant abilities. Each scar along with every bit of metal or his body's naturally grown wood that replaces chunks of lost flesh. He's kept them as reminders of when he's failed humans, though you've seen them only as when they've failed him. He shivers, like he can feel it, as if he knows what you're thinking and you questioningly re-meet his burning stare as he shoots you a wane smile.

Sheepishly, he rubs where the cybernetic arm attaches to his shoulder. Many have turned away in disgust or mock pity at the disfigurements. Yet despite the true abomination he looks like right now, there's only ever been pure empathy and acceptance he doesn't deserve — all from you.

"Conscious consent and reciprocation."

Your lips turn upward, joy causing your soul to unwittingly sing. "Does that mean… I'm your mate?"

"No."

It's like Gunsmoke completely collapses, and you're left twirling without footing in space. Seokmin matches your fallen expression with one of his own.

"What? Wh-why?"

"Don't get me wrong, it's —"

"I swear if you say 'It's me, not you'…"

He rather adorably tilts his head. "How did you know?"

"It's a typical cliche," you roll your eyes, "just give it to me straight, Seokmin. Is it 'cause I'm human?"

"… It's not that simple, and this isn't something trivial. It's — hah — it's a huge commitment." The use of your given name indicates his seriousness. "A lifetime one. For me, it's only ever been you… and it will always be you for as long as I live, which could be your whole lifespan! And I don't, hah, I don't know — hell, it's taking everything I can not to tear a dead man apart, let alone what I'd do if you'd change your mind, want something — someone else."

"You're doing it again, projecting and underestimating my feelings for you."

"It could be the effect of my pheromones, mayfly. We don't know every —"

"That's right! We don't know! So we have to trust each other and see."

"It's —"

"Let's not subject ourselves to the hypothetical. And what do you mean by dead man?"

Seokmin's jaw tenses, fingernails digging into numb skin. His wings waver, like they're considering cocooning around him for protection. But their tips simply flutter as if soothed by an unseen force, preventing them from enclosing completely.

Teasingly, you lean toward him and squint. "What else aren't you telling me, Seok? You pick a side hustle up that involves the deceased like Choi?"

He snorts at the audacity and doesn't take the bait. Instead, unfamiliar but still achingly familiar irises dart to your neck, tracing the silver chain laying against your skin. A dull sort of sadness fizzles out those blue fires and you clasp the shape of the locket beneath your shirt in realization.

"He was a boy, Seok. A boy I grew up with for a short period, one that felt like a brother to me."

"… You said you loved him."

"When?"

"… To Cheol. After you first met him."

"That would've been so long ago? How do you even remember that?"

He sighs, heavily. "It's not easy to forget. Your voice was so warm, so gentle, so in love when you admitted it."

"Love can mean different things! And I assure you, my feelings for you differ greatly from how I felt about him. And… he's… he's long gone, Seok."

Guilt burns in his eyes. "I know. Which makes me all the worse."

"No, it doesn't." You shake your head, a resigned smile resting on your lips, and hold your arms out. "'Cause I understand and forgive you. And most importantly, I love you."

It's uncertain if those words break or restore him, but the hard rigidness in his body melts away, sagging in a semblance of relief. Then he rushes forward into your waiting embrace, wings helping to propel him forward until they wrap around and press you to him tight, tickling areas where his arms aren't squeezing around you.

"And I adore you, my lovely mayfly."

You groan. "When will you stop calling me that?"

"Never," he snickers and you feel the curve of his lips as he comfortably nuzzles into the crook of your neck. "For as long as you're mine."

"Yours?"

"Mine."

"Sucker."

A chaste kiss brushes the lower tip of your ear. So ticklish and unexpected, you pull back with a giggle and playfully swat his shoulder. And just as he's about to dive forward and prove your little comment correct in retaliation, you burst into full-on laughter that leaves Seokmin to settle his hands on your waist with confusion crinkling his brow.

"What?"

"So that's why you were always having a deathly staring match between my childhood memorabilia?"

"… Was not."

"You — the most sentimental loser ever — definitely were!"

He pouts momentarily, the cute jut out of his lower lip quickly transforming to a devious smirk. "You'd bet on it?"

"Totally." You place your arms around his neck, bringing your bodies closer again and matching the charge of electricity with a clever tilt of your lips. "I'd win, too."

"And what's on the table?"

"Sixty billion double dollars, of course."

"That so?"

"Mhm, and it seems like someone's bounty matches that worth."

Seokmin quirks a brow. "Seems like you want me on the table."

"Winner takes all?"

"Mayfly, I've always been yours."

"Sap," you laugh again.

A bright grin certainly declares your delight in victory, though your partner in crime uses the distraction as an advantage for his earlier loss and wastes no time. Diving in, a sharpened canine grazes your pulse point, automatically causing your head to tilt to offer easier access. Two left wings sweetly swoop down for support, feathered tips tenderly brushing your forehead.

The heat of his tongue placates the dragging scratch of his fangs. Though it sears you alive, heating your entire body from the tips of your toes, swirling in your core, and concentrating beneath Seokmin's lips on your skin.

When reaching that cold, familiar necklace you treasure so much and he can't help but loathe, it's seized between his teeth before he registers the action. Tugging it away from your neck like a dog, you wonder if he'll even shake it like one. His eyes follow the length of the chain, focusing on where the locket pops out above your chest.

You raise a questioning brow. "You gonna just play with my jewelry or take my clothes off?"

"Oh," Seokmin whispers, jaw dropping, and suddenly stands stiffly at attention.

You watch, entranced by the bob of his Adam's apple as he visibly gulps. Large, calloused hands — so practiced in undressing you for baths and patching up wounds — falter as they skim along your sides in a fleeting touch. Smiling encouragingly, you intertwine your fingers with those of his prosthetic while leading the other one beneath your shirt, the rough flesh of his palm blisteringly hot against your stomach.

"Is this okay? Can it help calm your Plant powers?"

"Yes… but that means… giving yourself to me… forever."

"Can't think of anything I'd enjoy more."

Confident, you trail kisses up his jaw to his cheek, stopping near his ear. Playfully tugging at the earring hoop as you pull away. Then you break away and bend over, shimmying off your shorts in one smooth motion. Stepping out of them, next goes your top. As each fabric hits the floor, Seokmin's eyes become more lidded, heavy with want. Smoldering. Desiring.

Four black wings fan out and stay as rigid as his stance. As if they're waiting with bated breath. And when you finally stand bare before him, he sheepishly drags his gaze to the floor with a flustered smile.

"I'm the one naked and you're embarrassed?" you tease and his posture relaxes.

"Because you're a vision to behold."

"Says the one who looks like an angel."

You back up until your knees hit the side of the bed. Like those morbid tales that depict curious listeners following a luring call to their demise, Seokmin's only a step behind you. He doesn't dare let his eyes stray further from your own, a goofy grin on his face.

"Consider this my fall from grace then, mayfly."

Gingerly, you sit on the edge of the mattress, waiting for his next move. He towers over you in this position. Formidable in appearance yet oh-so-gentle when picking up your left hand to kiss your knuckles and rub his thumb across its faded scar. Another smooch gets placed to your inner wrist and you hold your breath at the passion in those blazing cyan depths that refuse to look away. Then, a cautious touch to your shoulder urges you onto your back. Obediently, you lay down and a bunch of stray loose feathers fly up into the air upon impact.

"Beautiful," he murmurs.

The clothed knee resting between your legs helps his arm support the weight of his body hovering above you. A tentative hand slides down from your shoulder to your hip, leaving goosebumps in its wake. Caressing every scar, memorizing each color and swirl of ink decorating your skin, and erasing any insecurities or blemishes you see in yourself. Cold digits draw whimsical shapes and tickle your abdomen, stopping above your pelvic bone.

"May I?"

"Of course."

Seokmin rejoices in your consent by littering your collarbone with love bites. And his touches move lower, tender despite their mechanical nature. Warmth blossoms and flows under every surface of your skin Seokmin's traced, coiling and settling in a pulsating — almost painful — heat rupturing between your legs.

Only he can be the one to relieve this ache which he precisely aims to do. A simple, single brush across sensitive folds instantly has your breath hitching, shaking beneath him.

"Are you alright?"

"Mhm… yes."

He audibly gulps at your unexpected whimper of ecstasy, reluctantly tearing away from watching amorous bliss overtake your facial expression to the wet heat detected by his pointer finger's sensors. A feral growl rumbles in his chest at the debauched sight of desire beginning to dampen your thighs — the trace of what he's been smelling from you now overloading every single one of his senses as he coaxes more to flow from you. Seokmin's more than thankful for his enhanced vision and the glow of cybernetic technology baring your most intimate parts to him.

Guided by an instinctual impulse, he eases a finger inside. Your back automatically arches off the bed, eliciting a sweet gasp of delight. The cool touch of the digit seized tightly by the pulsating walls of your cunt slowly warms as it adjusts to the welcome intrusion. He soothingly brushes the knuckle of his middle finger across the soft outer flesh of your pussy to relax its grip. Eventually it lets up enough to let him explore further and deeper than your own have ever reached.

"I'm… I'm not sure how best to please you," Seokmin admits, drinking in your every reaction to his curious ministrations. "But there's this urge, this need, to make you feel good. Prep you properly for my… my entry."

By pure accident, he strokes a rough patch of nerves that makes your eyes roll back, hips lifting at the sensation of wanting more of whatever that feeling was, and your quiet noises melt into a loud, needy moan.

"More," you plead, "touch me more, Seok."

He eases his other finger inside without question, grunting at the squeeze that almost prevents him from moving to where you want him the most. But unlike the rest of his quivering body, the prosthesis remains steady, still, and patient. Waiting until it can bully itself and a third finger past your entrance's vice-like clench.

You start pulling on your breasts, trying to alleviate the tingling in them. Seokmin observes with a keen eye and a toothy, fanged grin. After a bit, he leans down to let his tongue trace the underside of one mound, leaving behind a saliva trail shining in the unconventional lighting as he tends to the next. Alternating with playful nips and naughty tugs to your nipples whenever your grip on them falters from the overwhelming pleasure.

So attentive and eager, soon you're writhing beneath him as you hit your peak. One hand grips your hip tightly, surely to leave a bruise with the way it cramps. His other doesn't let up, well-oiled mechanisms continuing to pump in and out of your trembling pussy until you whine from the overstimulation.

His wings fold protectively around both of you like a canopy as you share a tender kiss. Dazed and happy, you tenderly brush back black bangs and play with one of the feathers that's sprouted near the hairline above his ear. He shivers.

"Let me take care of you too."

"Are you sure? What about your shoulder?"

"That's the least of my concerns right now."

"I can still…"

"Later. First, I want to help you."

Suddenly, Seokmin's shy again, flushed cheeks darkening. "I… I think I'm a little different… down there so it's okay if you don't want to… or get scared."

"It's not like I've seen enough dicks to compare whether what you're packing is normal."

The both of you share a goofy laugh that eases the presumed awkwardness. He sits back to unbutton his pants but you stop him.

"May I?"

You might as well have knocked the air out of his lungs. He stares at you wide-eyed and then emphatically nods, finally clearing his throat to squeak out, "Sure."

Ignoring the aftershocks of your earlier orgasm, you sit up and kneel in front of him. Intent on a few minor distractions, your mouth and hands start at his shoulders to work their way down. Imagining you have the power to heal the damage dealt to his body and soul through tender touches.

You see a sad sense of beauty and justice in the patchwork of metal bolts and bark. And as you apply marks of love that bruise and blossom between them, he lets out a content warble. You're quick to undo the button of his pants, both of you gasping at the utterly wet mess seeping through the material when you tug the zipper down with your teeth.

He lifts his hips to help and once he's just as naked as you do you take him in. Anatomy was meagerly touched upon during your days at the convent, so truthfully all you're aware of at the sight of his heavy cock is the need to be filled with it.

And the closest thing to take him is your mouth, jaw already aching before you even open it. Almost reverently, your hands wrap around to stabilize it. Seokmin hisses pleasantly at the contact.

"You don't have to —"

He's cut off by a groan as you inquisitively suckle the tip. The copious amounts of slick smearing from it and down the base taste sweeter than Seungcheol's lollipops and you moan heartily, causing his thighs beneath your elbows to tense at the vibrations.

"Oh, mayfly."

A wing caresses your cheek that bulges as you take more and more of him, Seokmin's hands tearing at the sheets. The tip of another wing tantalizingly drags down your bare back. Your hands begin to explore, finding the puffy edges around the slit from which the thick cock emerges from. His hips jolt upwards at the contact to sensitive tissues, causing you to gag.

"Ah, 'm sorry!"

While he whispers repeated apologies, you're only compelled to take him further. Slowly you get used to the stretch, but no matter how much more you're able to squeeze down your throat there's still enough of his length for both of your hands to play with. It gets easier the more aggressive you get, his cock seeming to respond to your vigor in tandem. Soon you're lost to the haze of whether you're bobbing your head up and down or it's swirling languidly in your mouth on its own accord.

Seokmin's hips stutter but you feel the tremor first pulse against the inner walls of your throat. His cock throbs as you pull off of it, hollowing your cheeks and parting with deliberately powerful suction. A loud pop releases its tip and your hand supports its weighty girth falling forward. You dig the nails of your free hand into the muscle of his quaking thigh, ducking down to teethe at the puffy slit from where his cock must emerge.

Moving on to licking and dragging the point of your tongue along the sizable vein lining the underside causes Seokmin's low groans to turn into a high-pitched trill. Once you reach the swollen, leaking head and nibble on the hard glans, it spasms wildly and finally erupts. From the top slit seeps sweet syrupy fluid that readily overflows into your awaiting, open mouth.

"Thank you, thank you, thank you," he blabbers.

You'd reply that there's no need for gratitude, perhaps you'd thank him, but the viscous release keeps spilling out. Rivulets trickle well past your lips and coat your chest. Although still in a euphoric daze, his eyes flash with sharp satisfaction. Instantly possessive at the sight of your bare body decorated so erotically.

His wings snap open — filled with purpose — and your face is pressed down into the mattress. Surrounded in a smoky musk as the angelic monstrosity it belongs to and destined to be your mate hovers above.

Your voice comes out hoarse as you raise up onto your elbows and spitefully spit out a black feather. "Do those wings of yours prevent you from being topped or something?"

"I'll let you find out another time, partner," Seokmin huffs, laughter evident despite his apparent breathlessness. He steals a tender kiss, pleased grunting at how your lips — shiny and swollen — taste of him. "But for now…"

Like an anchor, the tech material warmed by your shared body heat and passion winds underneath your hips, keeping them raised. A calloused, ticklish touch roams traces your spine. He draws an occasional spiral here and there as he goes, mindful of your wound, until firmly pinning the nape of your neck to the side, creating the perfect arch of your back.

"I think you'll like this," Seokmin says as if he isn't liking the view below him.

But for you, straight ahead lies the dresser's mirror. It reflects the full manifestation of an independent Plant poised to devour a human in the most intimate sense. The fearsome size of his cock lies heavy on top of your ass, leaking droplets of arousal all over your backside.

"Will it fit?"

"Of course, you are mine to claim and take." His hips just forward and you both moan. "I think we're both wet enough to try."

"I trust you."

"Let me know if it hurts in any way and we'll stop right away, mayfly."

Many troupes of desert-traveling dancers have mesmerized you before. Yet even they can't compare to the graceful and smooth motion of Seokmin releasing your neck to align his tip with the entrance of your cunt and slowly bullying his way in.

Tears of pain mixing to unfathomable pleasure blur the vision of your mouth widening to let out whines and moans. "Seokkie…"

"Mhm, mayfly… my love… my mate."

Finally, the front of his thighs are flush against yours. Hips pressed tight against your ass. Fully sheathed inside your tight hole, neither of you have ever felt such intensity before. He surrenders his body weight on top of yours, hands braced outside of yours clenching loose feathers and silk sheets. The outer heaviness matches the intensity of what your pussy struggles to accommodate.

"Mine."

Seokmin's hips swirl at a slow pace. Rather than thrust, he massages the sensitive glands at the base of his cock with the soft flesh of your ass. His length seems to shrink and grow and writhe with a mind of its own, filling and teasing you nonstop. Leaving no surface of your inner walls untouched or untended to for too long.

"Yours."

You shudder in blissed-out delirium and Seokmin lights up — literally.

Fluorescent lines glow in distinct patterns across skin, brightening the more he starts to pant and build up your shared pleasure. Sharp canines prick into the skin of your unmarked shoulder as he wraps his prosthesis under your stomach to raise your hips, the new position driving you faster to that rapidly approaching edge. You cry out with a lurch, blurrily making out his glowing form that shudders above.

Though the view in the mirror gets hidden by black wings stroking your entire body. Teasing the underside of your tits and tenderly brushing away the stings of his teeth marks.

"I-I love you," Seokmin rasps.

"Love…" You manage to enunciate the words, mind emptying and drool wetting the bed as your second peak approaches. "Love you too."

Pain and pleasure draw forth an onslaught of your apparent arousal that lecherously mixes with the frothy mess dribbling from his cock. Claws appear on Seokmin's right hand, another addition to the bestial Plant features emerging in the throes of passion. He's not completely lost to the primal thrall though, able to resist from breaking skin.

Delicately scratching your waist without drawing blood, then using the finely pointed tips to pluck and tease effortlessly at your clit. You cry out, body shaking as waves of euphoria crash against the shoreline of imminent pleasure.

Seokmin helps ride out your peak with a couple of speedy thrusts. The feeling of his hips slamming into you has you seeing more stars than Gunsmoke's galaxy contains. And just as you're overcome with too much stimulation, he lets go with a particularly strong bite into the top of your shoulder.

His cock softens and its heavy weight like a blanket along with the continual pump of his warm, soothing release. The feeling of it leaving none of your inner walls untouched feels as sweet as it tasted on your tongue and helps ease the ache inside your cunt. Still joined together and slick with stickiness, he collapses onto his side and gently assists you with rolling over so you can face him.

"Hey, you."

"Hello there yourself, lovely mayfly."

Your nose wrinkles but gets smoothed out by feather tips playing with the ends of your hair. Seokmin smiles as you snuggle closer into his chest so two of his wings can cocoon around you as the heated fervor from prior activities cools.

"Did that help?"

"… Yes," he says though his tone wavers with hesitance.

You raise your chin and see the electric blue luster hasn't faded yet from his gaze. Sheepishly, the corner of his mouth raises and you shiver, feeling the swell of his cock stretch out your pussy. The bulge it creates brushes against Seokmin's abdomen and he twitches.

"Sorry, it's… I'm gonna be kinda insatiable now that I've had a taste…" He trails off, wings snapping behind him. Slowly, he pulls his hips away and you both hiss as his cock is dragged out.

"What are you —"

You're cut off by the animalistic glimmer in his gaze, catching the feral smirk that he attempts to hide by licking his palm. Quick as lightning, Seokmin fleetingly swipes the outer lips of your cunt and brings his fingers, tonguing at them. Body set aflame again, neither of your break eye contact as he moans headily.

"But not of this," he rasps.

Before you know it, you're staring up at the glow-in-the-dark stickers on his ceiling with your mate between your legs. His wings trail along your calves, their flexible ends curling near your inner thighs, encouraging them to spread and stay open, pinning them in place.

"Oh, aren't you a beauty?"

He moans shamelessly at the sight of your messy, glistening pussy. You squirm at the ticklish sensation of his feathers and that smoldering, ravenous look. If only he knew what it was like to see him devour you with his mouth.

Delicious.

Just like the feeling of his tongue working its way inside and licking up the shared essence of your releases.

Your fingers weave between strands of hair as black as night, tugging lightly and accidentally snagging one of his ear feathers. He moans eagerly, and the vibration has you shuddering, already quickly nearing another mind-shattering orgasm. But you don't let him carry you there too fast, smooth brain muscles trying to form a question.

"How… long… how long do these cycles last?"

Seokmin presses a loving kiss to your twitching clit and blows, entranced by how you clench around nothing. Then he smirks, elongated teeth shining in the darkness like a predatory warning though you have nothing to fear.

"As much as you can handle but… we're really only just getting started, mayfly."

The motion light kicks on as Seungcheol shifts his boots in the direction of the unlit kitchen area. Junhui and Minghao's entrance awaken the rest of the lights and they frown at the makeshift bunker set up.

"What are you three doing in here?"

Seungkwan sleepily mumbles a curse word and next to him, Mingyu blearily rubs his eyes. A scattering of empty pudding cups and bottles lie around them as well as a disorganized array of poker cards.

"We're afraid to venture out of here."

Junhui shares a secretive look with his closest friend at Seungkwan's cryptic words. "Ah, so that's happened. Or happening."

"'Bout time y'all came 'round. Time for ya to pay up!"

"Pay up for what?"

"Compensation. 'M the one who got the closest to bein' right knowin' they'd fuck after confessin'."

"If anyone needs compensation, it's me for the mental damage of having to make one of my lovelies into an enhanced sex toy."

Seungcheol guffaws. "Ya didn't! Ya lil cheatin', schemin' scientist!"

Meanwhile, Mingyu looks mighty concerned. "Does that mean Seokmin has a dildo for an arm?!"

Minghao crosses his arms with a steely glare. "No."

"Oh good. I don't think I could look at him the same."

"I don't think any of us will ever look at him the same again."

Junhui eagerly rocks back and forth on his heels, hands stuffed in the deep pockets of his lab coat. "Do you think they discovered all the functions and benefits of it yet?"

"Should be our next bettin' round."

"No more bets. I don't care if it's half a double dollar to go in, I refuse to go through this again."

Mingyu elbows his raven-haired companion. "C'mon, your heart's warmed by this!"

"Warmed and consumed by the rage and fury of hellfire, yes."

Giggling, the tall man smiles widely and holds his hand out. "Alright, I win then!"

"Win what? Thought you didn't remember your bet."

Mingyu purses his lips. "Only because none of you took me seriously and joked with a bunch of gross innuendos when I said they'd find their home in one another!" He then sighs dreamily. "But if I'm right, we'll know by tomorrow morning."

"Who says it'll be tomorrow mornin'. Might take weeks. Months even, I reckon'."

"I'll kick you all out before it comes to that," Minghao threatens and runs a hand through the few strands of hair without a bead. He tosses a wad of money in front of Mingyu. "Never involve me in this again."

Despite all the grumbling, everyone has a sense of lightness in their hearts at the thought of their dear friends finally getting together. And the happiest of them all is Mingyu, who cheerily gathers his prized double dollars, dreaming of all the pudding he can buy.

A lone figure stands on the edge of the valley of the Melca Border. The Sea of Sand, aptly named, can change tide and turn vicious at any second. Their cloak billows in the sandy winds that whip around them, though even the steadfast hood can't hide the satisfied smile on their face.

"You did well," they commend and the name that falls from their lips is one some might consider lost to the sands of time.

"Saintess." Another figure materializes out of the sand gusts in response to the praise. "It is to be done as you said."

"Very well. Shall we go now?"

Whether it's the mysterious sands that swirl around and whisk them away or the lost technology cube that transports them, no one will ever know for no one ever saw them. Like ghosts, they disappear and find themselves outside the real ghost town — where it all began.

A toma croaks in the distance. Brave travelers dare cross the ruined wasteland and the saintess meditating atop one of the largest rocks hidden in the shadows opens her gray eyes tinted by lilac in the glow of the moons to observe. Despite all of her traveling, the white robes wrapped around her body remain in pristine condition.

She turns behind to look at the man standing over a scattering of stones, staring intently at one of them. With poise and purpose, she dusts off her clothes and strides over to him.

"Chan."

Brown eyes tear away from his own name carved into the headstone in front of him to look at the one who's said it aloud.

"Yes, Saintess?"

"Do you regret it?"

"No. Never."

"Good," she states, satisfied with his response. With a grand sweep of her hood to cover short, dark hair, she gestures to the east. "We will set up camp one more night before returning to the Saint in the morning before he speaks with our Master."

Chan mutely nods, following the saintess back into the desert where she confidently leads him to a cave that will shield them from the unpredictable nature of Gunsmoke's wastelands. He thinks of you, the girl he must keep safe and two brothers. One with wings as pure white despite his continual revelry with hate-filled darkness, the other bearing ones the complete opposite color of his twin — a wild card.

He reminisces over the Blessed and Holy Sisterhood of Little Ivywood, the convent and all the orphans that lived there. Pondering Sister Meryl's role, who stands before him now as the revered Saintess, leader for the Eye of Joshua and second only to the Bishop of the cult named after himself. She moves curious little statues back and forth across the surface of a large flat rock and the young man can't help but ask her a question in the unnerving silence.

"Do you think this will work?"

Meryl smiles elusively, as always. She picks up the smallest one with a deliberate flourish, placing it on a blackened space close to the last row of alternating squares carved into the stone's surface.

"Have you ever played chess before?"

"No, what is it?"

"An Earthern board game. It is quite complicated." Gesturing to the piece she just moved, she continues. "This is a pawn, the weakest of all chess pieces."

Chan bristles. "But strength comes in numbers, no? There are eight of each color, surely the right side can find a way to win."

Unfazed by his agitation, the saintess nods placatingly. "With the right strategy, even a pawn may become a queen — the most powerful. Unpredictable." She points to a white figurine with a cross on top of it. "Enough to checkmate a king."

Entranced, Chan watches as she rearranges and repositions various pieces across the faux chessboard. Soon, the pawn that took on the mantle of a Black Queen captures the White King. His eyes roam what's left on the battlefield at the end of the match, pointing to one that looks like a tower.

"What's that one?"

"A rook. It best supports an allied pawn towards promotion from behind the scenes." Her eyes sparkle mischievously. "It's most powerful during the end of the game, as you can see."

Chan gulps, holding his breath for a moment, and clears his throat. "Then I'm ready."

"Wonderful," Meryl nods, "we'll depart for Master Dokyeom's stronghold in the morning. I'm sure Joshua, our dear Saint, will be… pleased upon our return."

"To the glory of the Black King's rise."

"And to the glory of our so-called queen."

Keep him safe, Chan thinks to himself as he settles on the ground. And yourself. One day we'll reunite in the most joyous of occasions…

He pulls out a faded wanted poster with the infamous outlaw worth sixty billion double dollars, donning a wishful smile before closing his eyes and murmuring, "I'd even bet this impossible amount on it."

onlyseokmins: April 2024 ©

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[99liners]

I missed you a lot here 💜 good to see you back!

I've been struggling with insomnia for a while now and I keep searching for soft ASMR or drabbles to fall asleep.

I have a soft taetaeme req (☠️) yeah I'll choose the most unusual genre of man to make you write fluffy drabble for me.

Kaiho!Jungkook (oops 🥹)

I want this inhuman to be like a human even if it's for a short span of time.

maybe could you write a fluffy drabble of him being all soft for her, back hugging her in the shower while she brushes her teeth half asleep with closed eyes but she woke up just to cook for him (even tho it's a sunday)

and he kisses her and maybe rewards her with sum intense oral uwu. You obviously do add and enhance according to your ideas.

Much love

Evie 🧚🏻‍♀️

opus kaiho, drabble number 3 / tatemae series 建前:

pairing: detective!jeon jeongguk x trophy!wife reader genre: fluff, smut, marriage!au, age-gap!au (7 years). words: 3.375. (cmon guys, it's been long established that i am incapable of understanding the meaning of the word 'drabble'.) warnings: i suck at fluff so brace yourselves for the second-hand embarrassment lmao, showering together, smexy times, eating out, fingering, pussy licking, orgasm (f), kaiho!jjk accidentally walks through a portal and becomes soft for a night ahaha, js. original one-shot: kaiho part of: tatemae; 建前 — a bts series a/n: i am sorry love that you are having sleeping issues. i have had insomnia since middle school now and at this point i have just given up on having a sleeping routine. i really hope you can return back to your rhythm very soon! i had to physically restrain myself from writing angst ahahah xD also, if it feels like jk is not that great at pleasuring his wife, it's intentional because although i wanted to make it super fluffy for you but kaiho!jk gotta stay true to his character to some degree uwu. hope you enjoy! <3

jeongguk unlocked the front door with the personal key attached to his car keys and his desk-locker key from work. his head coming in contact with the material of the door briefly while his hands manoeuvred the lock to finally open the door as he let out a soft sigh.

he hates summers, it is brutal. while the world is enjoying summer breaks, he is working double shifts due to the sheer number of officers submitting requests for vacations.

bam greeted his owner at the doorway, sniffing jeongguk's pant legs while his tail wagged. he can always smell the faint traces of the police labrador retriever dog from his owner's work clothes.

"there's my good boy," a smile appeared on jeongguk's otherwise tired face as he scratched bam's head affectionately.

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the detective made his way inside the house, with bam on his tail, taking off his jacket and discarding it on the kitchen countertop. he was expecting to see you in the kitchen, given you usually are arranging dinner at this time. finding the space empty, he meant to walk away to the bedroom but noticed two boxes of chocolate wrapped in a ribbon. they looked like they were about to melt so jeongguk stored them in the refrigerator before finally making his way to the bedroom.

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taking off his department badge, he kept it away on the nightstand but owing to his carelessness, the badge fell to the floor in the narrow space between the bed and the nightstand. he would have picked it up but his mind was preoccupied with the sound of the shower running. barely unbuttoning his shirt, jeongguk pushed open the bathroom door with a soft nudge of his feet.

there you were, taking a cold shower to fight the summer. you were facing the shower, just letting it wash away the heat while some pop song blasted through your mobile that you had propped somehow to prevent it from touching the water.

jeongguk walked in through the crack in the shower curtains with his work trousers still on, "hey baby," his hands slowly wrapped around your waist, closing in a wrap with one hand on top of the other right above your belly button.

you wringed the water from your hair, which trailed down jeongguk's chest, before turning to him, "hi," a lump in your throat from the inactivity. it has been way too hot these days and you refuse to go out anywhere, only ever stepping out if it is an utmost necessity.

(the game of 'do i absolutely need this?' 'is it absolutely necessary for survival?' playing way too often on your mind)

earlier in the afternoon you noticed that bam's dog food had finished so you made a trip to the local supermarket with bam. you love shopping with him, because although he is a ray of sunshine but a doberman still scares the shit out of people so the annoying salesmen stationed at almost every other aisle these days with their free samples never approach you; an all-in-all peaceful shopping trip.

while you were checking out the items, at the cashier counter there were boxes of chocolates stacked with the tag 'buy 1 get 1!'. you cannot recall seeing your husband eating sugary food as much, he mostly eats meals at home and you do not really keep track of what he eats while he is at work. you would not necessarily call him a dessert person. so the debate went on for a while before you finally got one box and checked it out too. you are not sure why you bought them but you just wanted to get your husband some chocolates? what is so wrong with it? why can't you just get your husband some chocolates? :/

"you are taking an early shower today," your husband mentioned from behind you, his chin coming to rest on your shoulder, letting the shower water run over him.

"gguk, it's 1am," you mumbled, your hands coming down to rest atop his. unspoken, your bodies started swaying slightly to the tune of the song blasting through your phone as a slow song came on the shuffle.

for a brief moment he stopped moving but then continued the motion, "right. i am sorry, it's been so tiring these days. i've lost track of time. did you have dinner?"

"no." you replied with bated breath, a part of you was waiting for him to initiate something. i mean given his past nature, isn't it a given that this is going to lead to sex?

but your husband lives to surprise you. his hands never unclasped from your waist, but instead stayed firmly in place.

"you don't need to wait for me if i'm late," his face nuzzled in the crook of your neck, inhaling the scent of your body wash.

"it's not fun eating alone," you finally released the tension, letting your figure slump back on his.

"mhm," humming, jeongguk closed his eyes.

"hey hey hey," your sprinkled some water on his face watching him scrunch his nose up which made you chuckle, "i know you are going to fall asleep. let's go eat."

"noooo," there was a whiny tone in his voice, as he only tightened his grip when you tried to break free.

"you need to eat, don't you have duty in the morning?"

"i am going to set fire to that precinct, every time i finish some paperwork, another pile of files just get dumped on my desk."

"wow, any other pyromaniac tendencies that i should know of?"

"please let's just stay like this, just for a while," jeongguk turned you around to face him this time, to stare into your eyes as intently as he had on your wedding day while reciting his vows.

"you'll catch a cold, sick gguk is a whiny little complaining brat," you chuckled, wrapping your arms around his neck, your bare chest coming in contact with his.

"i don't care," he kept swaying with you, his hold around you comforting as his arms enveloped you whole like a warm shawl.

"we shouldn't waste water," you suggested once more.

"i don't care," he reiterated again. there was not a single ounce of annoyance in his voice, he seemed at peace with his face nuzzling into your neck again.

a few moments passed before you reached your hand behind your back to turn the knob off, "i got you chocolates."

"huh? why?" again, he was not annoyed, just genuinely surprised.

"what do you mean why? i can't get my husband some chocolates?!" you pulled away from the embrace, your hands propped on his chest, the vein in your forehead pulsing; ready to throw hands.

"whoa whoa whoa, baby, calm down."

"no tell me why! why can't i just get you chocolates? what's so wrong in that?" you glared daggers at him.

"you..." jeongguk let a soft chuckle, "you are so tiny and cute."

"i got you chocolates and you are going to eat them."

"won't say i'm much fond of them but i guess it won't hurt to try."

"yes, you're going to eat them and smile and say 'thank you my dear wife, you're the best. what would i possibly do without you'"

"is that so?"

"yes and then-"

he cut you off this time, "and then i will return the favour and maybe eat you out for the dessert after dessert."

you hit his chest laughing before finally breaking free of the embrace this time, "wash up, i will get dinner ready."

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"where are the chocolates?" you asked as you walked into the bedroom after warming up the dinner.

jeongguk was sprawled across the bed, his eyelids drooping down with sleep, the water from his semi-wet hair being soaked by the pillow cover, "i put them in the fridge," he yawned mid-sentence.

"well, the food's ready. let's go."

"you take out the chocolates and i will be there."

humming, you walked out to the kitchen and opened the fridge door but did not find the box anywhere. rummaging around the vegetables tray and behind the other tupperware boxes, you opened the freezer door just to be sure and lo and behold, he had put it in the freezer over the ice tray and now the packet was frozen and sticking to the ice tray.

"jeon jeongguk!" you speed-walked to the bedroom only to find him fast asleep, soft snores filling the silence in the room.

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next morning:

pressing on the volume up button, you quieted down the alarm blaring like a war horn on a beautiful sunday morning at 05:00. your husband gets early day offs on sundays but he has to clock into work early too.

putting on a headband to keep your hair away from the face, you walked to the washroom by muscle memory as your eyes were half-lidded from sleep. you reckoned if you had fallen asleep again, you might not be able to wake up on time so you pushed yourself off the bed. you squeezed the toothpaste tube on the bristles of your toothbrush, unsure if it indeed was the toothpaste or your facewash, you started brushing. your rhythm faltered every now and then as you kept falling asleep doing the mundane routine.

most mornings you wake up about half an hour before jeongguk has to leave for work. he is not a picky eater and eats whatever you put on a plate in front of him. actually, most mornings he is done making sandwiches by the time you wake up to make him something. you both then enjoy the sandwich he made as you see him off to work.

since he went to sleep last night on an empty stomach (and so did you, missy), you wanted to make him a heavy breakfast, something more than just two pieces of bread.

halfway through, you heard your alarm again and your eyes shot open. you must have snoozed your alarm instead of dismissing it and five minutes later it blared again. your brain must have lagged from the sleep because by the time you finally decided that 'oh hey i should turn off the alarm before jeongguk wakes up,' jeongguk already had woken up and appeared behind you.

"morning," he mumbled before walking inside to use the toilet.

you finally finished washing up and pat dry your face with the towel by the time your husband walked out, his eyes all scrunched up, his hand scratching an itch on his belly.

"why are you up so early?"

"to make breakfast for you," you said walking into the bedroom.

"i don't leave for like more than two hours, let's go back to sleep."

"i know," you hummed, fixing your hair.

before he could protest further and albeit successfully convince you to come back to bed, you walked to the kitchen and got the breakfast started.

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you served two bowls of naengmyeon and galbitang before returning to the cooking station to finish the last dish which you mean to pack for his lunch at work.

by the time you turned the stove off after giving it a last stir, the bibimbap was perfectly cooked. still standing there meaning to clean up, you felt jeongguk sneaking up behind you, hugging you close. this movement and position are slowly feeling so familiar to you; you can get used to this.

"who is going to eat all this?" he asked softly, placing soft kisses along the side of your neckline.

"you are," you asserted, wiping away the spills from the stovetop.

"but then what about my dessert?"

"the chocolates?"

"no, you."

your head had a whiplash with the way you turned to him.

"what? you thought i was rambling last night? i remember everything i say, baby."

"you have to go to work," shrugging, you casually mentioned the time restraint.

"it's worth to be late 'cause of that."

"get ready," elbowing him in the belly, you tried to pus him away but jeongguk was unrelenting today.

his lips were already on your soft spot, his tongue darting out to allow soft kittenish licks — you held your place but what definitely pushed you over the edge was his hand, wrapped around your lower stomach, slowly creeping down, his palm taking shape to sculpt your mound. the moment his hand came in touch with the sensitive bundle of nerves down there, your spine bent over — almost in routinely motion to such ministrations — giving way for your ass to attach snuggly and poke into his crotch area.

"your body is so soft and sensitive to my touch," your husband mentioned from behind you. he took a step back and helped guide you to the kitchen countertop on the other side of the cooking station, urging you — with soft touches and gestures of his hands to get on top of the counter. you did as he bid, getting on your knees on the counter, your ankles slightly falling off the edge but were firmly supported by jeongguk's hands which crept up the satin slip dress. it already barely covered your asscheeks, all he had to do was push it up by a few inches and he had a clear view of your panties.

"so delicious," he hummed, more to himself, as he lowered himself to come face to face with your heat. his hands which crept up to your hips moved towards the hem of your panties — hooking his fingers on either side, he slid the material down to your bent knees. a single string of arousal connected to the crotch of your panties stretched, extended to its limit and broke into thin air following that movement. jeongguk licked his lips, the corners of his mouth watering at the sight in front of him — he is hungry, both literally and figuratively.

he let his fingers massage your clitoral hood, the thin flap of skin moving in a rhythmic motion, sending incomplete jolts throughout your body. feeling the bit of arousal now on the pad of his fingers, jeongguk used his index fingers to hold the flaps open to expose the tiny nub of flesh full of nerve endings to the open air. it felt both cold and hot at the same time, making your toes twitch.

it felt like eternity but in reality it had been only mere seconds before jeongguk's tongue protruded out and flicked against your little nub, slowly at first before picking up a steady tempo — stimulating that tight bundle of nerves as they let out tension, becoming putty at your husband's expense. all this time, you held your lips tautly together, only letting escape soft hums of affirmation; 'nnngh' 'mmhm'. one of your palms was connected flat out to the marble top while the other was curled at the edge, holding on to the cold surface to maintain your balance.

jeongguk touched your vulva with the base of his tongue and slowly moved his head upwards from the bottom of your vagina to the top till the tip of his tongue passed over your clitoris. he repeated the motion a few times, breaking contact every time he reached the top and then starting over from the bottom till he started feeling the arousal now leak out on his tongue. to cover as much of your vagina, he kept his tongue relaxed, wide and flat, letting his head and neck muscles do the work while his tongue stayed unmoving. (the secret to that killer jawline.) he was able to maintain the pace for a few moments before speeding up his ministrations.

a soft 'ah' left your lips, finally verbalizing your moaning but much like female masturbation, speed only takes you over to the edge but does not bring about that much needed final release. looking forward, you glanced at the clock in the dining hall which read 06:59 and your husband has to leave by 07:30 for duty. letting your upper body lower down to the cold marble — your nipples becoming hard and sticking out in a painful stance — you let your dominant hand reach down to that little bundle of nerves and started massaging it, accompanying jeongguk's movements.

"yes, just like that," you almost regretted moaning that out because your husband quickened up his pace. you made a mental note to tell him later that just like that does not mean speed up, it always means keep that steady motion.

bursting away those thought bubbles, you let yourself drown in the overstimulation, feeling yourself reaching that edge.

"let it go baby, let me taste it all," he lapped his tongue at the arousal, making sinful noises echo throughout the walls. this time when he started over, you did not feel his tongue on your vagina next but his lips as he sucked up your clit — sucking and releasing.

"fuck," your toes curled up, eyes closed shut as your fingers picked up speed as well.

"mine mine mine, yes," he let a slap on your right asscheek.

just a bit more of his growing unsteady ministrations along with your fingers working that coiled nub and you came undone on his tongue, finally letting your upper body completely flat on the countertop, your lungs taking in the air.

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jeongguk took a quick shower and got dressed, trying to hurry up as he was going to be late.

"well what about the breakfast? i made all that for you!"

"pack it all, i will eat in the precinct."

"no you wont, i know your team will eat the most of it."

"i promise i will eat it."

"well you better, i am your wife and i made that food for you." you pointed your index finger and tapped at his chest.

"well of course you are my wife and yes that food is for me. now hurry up, baby," he gently spanked your left asscheek this time, making it even from earlier, after finishing buttoning up his shirt. you rolled your eyes walking out to the kitchen to pack the food.

jam-packing all of the food into bento boxes, you finished with keeping the box of chocolates on top of the insulated carry-on lunch bag.

jeongguk, now completely clad in his uniform, came out and took the bag from you in a hurry. well, it was 07:47 already so he was late, "bye," pecking your lips, he walked out.

after the door closed behind him, you took out last night's dinner and put it in the oven to warm it up since you still haven't eaten anything and just packed away all of the breakfast.

︶︶︶︶︶︶︶︶︶༉‧₊˚.

it hadn't even been ten minutes when you heard your phone ringing.

"hey, what's up?"

"i left my badge at home."

"where is it?"

"i think i put it on the nightstand."

you were already in the bedroom looking for the badge by the time he mentioned it, "nope, it's not here."

"then i don't know woman, i need it."

"men," you rolled your eyes before cutting the call.

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after finishing your breakfast and retrieving the badge with the help of bam, you walked into your husband's precinct with the badge in your hand when you noticed the team gathered around jeongguk's table.

making your way over, the smell of food wafted your nostrils and you watched as the team relished the breakfast while your husband had maybe bit of it.

minjun turned after swallowing the last spoonful of the bibimbap, "oh mrs jeon, thank you so much for the breakfast. it's great!"

you gave him a close-lipped smile, blinking a few too many times before turning to your husband who took a visible gulp.

after the crowd in front of your dispersed you slammed the badge down on his table and meant to walk away, but jeongguk got a hold of your wrist.

"look i saved the chocolates for myself."

"ahha? you mean the one that i see in yoona's hand?"

jeongguk stared down at his desk in panic, his eyes searching for the box of chocolates that he had kept aside to eat later, "those sneaky bastards."

"i am never cooking for you again, jeon jeongguk."

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[thatwildnya]

here's the second batch of headcanons requested by @thicity-dicity ! so sorry for the delay, i hope you enjoy!

gn!pre relationship headcanons for savannaclaw!

Leona

realizes his feelings and denies them at first

but his tail and ears will betray him if he’s not careful keep a close eye on ‘em

his tail will wag and try to curl around your arm and waist while his ears always perk up when he hears your voice and swivel in your direction

when he does finally accept his feelings he doubles down for your affection he won’t be second place this time

will be seething in envy if he sees you chilling with Malleus a low growl is forming in his throat and he looks ready to murder a bitch

uses you as a pillow because you owe him

what do you owe him for? shut up no more questions he’s trying to sleep dammit

shows up to classes he has with you more often and will literally pick up and toss Grim out of his seat so he can sit next to you how rude

shows off so much during gym class

dude’s hanging off his broom upside down by his legs

doesn’t really confess, y’all just kinda become a couple

when you finally realize it please ask him if he likes you

he’ll smirk at you, grab you by your shirt, and give you a kiss that leaves you breathless

‘took you long enough’ he says as he goes back to sleeping as if he didn’t just assault your mouth his tongue the furry bait fucker

Ruggie

he teases you constantly bent on making you flustered and red faced

get used to hearing his ‘shishishi’ing

the biggest clue to knowing he likes you is when he shares food with you

who are you and what have you done with the funky gremlin yeen

he’s very busy and puts work before his emotions, but if he sees you struggling he’ll do his best to lend a hand no strings attached

bring him food and he’s over the moon

when you hang out he makes it his mission to end up snuggling with you

plays it off as him just being a bro

true bros snuggle their bros it's common knowledge didn’t you know that

when you’re not looking he sniffs your hair you just smell nice okay he’s not a creep he swears on his mother’s grave he isn’t

fall asleep on him and he will do everything in his power to make sure you have a good snooze

one time Ace walked in on y’all and suddenly he’s scared of the funky yeen

goes to the forest to pick flowers and puts aside a lil bit of cash money so he can buy you a lil tricket of some kind or plushie for his confession

gives you a hug and bunny kiss when you accept

Jack

yes he seeks you out more

no that doesn’t mean he likes you shut up you sussy baka

i’m not sorry

acts like he doesn’t have a crush on you

it’s obvious

so so obvious

it’s the tail

it’s always the tail

the moment he spots you his tail becomes a tornado

one time he knocked Ruggie into the fountain oops

follows you like a lovesick puppy when he can

denies he’s doing it

like dude you literally went from one side of the school to the other just to stay with you it’s pretty obvious c’mon man

if you’re not a big eater he’ll keep loading your plate with more than you can eat

calls you scrawny but he means well trust me

confesses by giving you a pretty lil cactus with a note attached

politely asks if he can give you a hug, he’s a gentleman doesn’t want to you uncomfortable

if he’s feeling bold he’ll ask to give you a kiss uwu

#twst #twst x reader #savanaclaw #savannaclaw x reader #nya's writing #romantic twst #twst headcanons #twst hcs #twisted wonderland #leona kingscholar x reader #ruggie bucchi x reader #jack howl x reader #gn!reader

[lavender-teardroplettes]

All (current) Si ships

Get ready, this post'll be a doozy! Since it'll be long, it'll be under the cut! More will probably be added eventually as I go through more blogs/play more games, and maybe one day I'll get through the enormous backlog of art I've gotten myself into.

TT u TT

Also, some of these vary on lore and some vary on au, I like to think of a lot of scenarios for both writing and rp purposes and sometimes ships just happen, lol!

Here we go!

RH:

Ezra x Si (main pairing admittedly)

Exra x Si x Chris (Guard Dogs au)

Ezra x Si x Bess

Si x Bess

Si x Steph (accidentally angsty but also cute besties to lovers)

Si x Steph xBess

Si x Sammy (⚠️horny⚠️)

Si x Chris

Si x Chris x (unknown character in universe 👀)

YaH

Si x Adam

Si x Cain (*cough* biased towards this one)

MDHM

Si x Alan

Si x Stu (mostly were au, but some in game angst hohoho)

STNAF

Si x Friend

Si x Carter

Si x Z (this one is NEW- were!Z though *knuckle bite*)

Favor VN

Si x Z (wow, two Z's)

BNSH

Si x Ray

Si x Haley

Double Vision x Si (angsty and not a Good Route)

Be My Muse (LMRY)

Si x Zecharias

Si x Salvador (waiting on more lore but Sal and his cute lil tsundere crush- *gets pelted with a violin bow*)

SWWSDJ

Si x Jack/Jacktor

Si x Shaun (da-

Si x Nick(-ddies)

Si x Ian (ex-boyfriend and angsty purposes until more lore is dropped)

DachaBo

Si x Bo

Hot Killer Babes (VERY NEW -thanks Lily lol)

Si x Diva

Si x Eddie (?) (Si would have a hard time with the whole enemies to lovers souly for the fact that Si would see that Eddie didn’t like him, try and avoid him as much as possible and get the project done asap, then realize that Diva and Eddie were twins and curse the world for his luck in having to hang out with Eddie more just for Diva and because he has a hard time telling people no without a good excuse lol. Getting past that, I think they could be cute, but Si wouldn’t believe Eddie at first if they got to the confession stage and would think it would be some sorta joke at first because rumors tend to spread that way and he’d think that Eddie was only hanging out with him for Diva’s sake.)

Blackberry Winter

Si x Conrad

MINE/FLVN

Si x Keith

Si x Damien

CWP

Si x Harper

Mushroom Oasis

Si x Mychael

Yan ocs w/o a game

Krow x Si (@ thekrows-nest) (new)

Vic x Si (@ starsetven) (new)

Avery X Si (@ starsetven) (new)

Si x Miles (my oc)

BG3 (Si’s a Teifling btw uwu)

Si x Will x Karlach (trying for this in current play through, but will be happy with just Karlach lol)

Si x Halsin

Si x Astrion (not romanced in game yet)

Edit:

ATA

Si x Douglas (this one got deleted while saving drafts from my phone to my laptop oops)

#si ship list #there’s a few I can’t put because some characters haven’t been announced just yet #and a few more I want to put but haven’t kept up with their development/games in a while and wanna catch up with current lore before hand #jic there’s some character or story changes that might change my head canon stuff ^^ #restart heart vn #you and him vn #mdhm game #stnafgame #favor vn #binary star hero #hot killer babes vn #blackberry winter vn #let me remind you vn #swwsdj #dachabo #mine vn #the krows nest #bg3 #camp willowpeak #mushroom oasis vn #18+ art blog #minors dni #👀 if you wanna ask me about the different si’s or some of the ship lore feel free #uwu I also like rping as mentioned above so if you wanna rp ocs interacting I am invested #starsetven #I almost forgot the tag but I didn’t HAHA #apples to ashes game

[ask-wolf-joon]

Ooc (OOPS SUPER LONG HORNY RAMBLE DESCRIBING JOON'S BELLY)

Abbdkslswhejskis

In my brain, Joonie's doubled belly is one big fat roll at the bottom, like a ring around his waist wrapping from his love handles to his bulging lower belly... so it perfectly frames his navel that sits right below the deep crease of his upper and lower tummy. It's perfect because this makes his navel kinda angled? With how fat he is, his belly button opening sits facing upright in the big tire of chub. Sometimes he spills cookie crumbs and bits of food while he's messily stuffing his face, and they just tumble into his open navel. He likes to rest his paws on the thick roll of fat and gently squeeze and play with it mindlessly while sitting, so his belly rests on his thighs and spills between them when he opens his legs. The fact that his navel is perfectly framed by his doubled crease enhances the fact that it's been getting deeper and wider, because Namjoon's lower belly is the first part of him to fatten after he's been fed up. This also makes it pErFeCt for Jungkook to lick and fuck 😇

The top part of his tummy is ROUND. He's got a big ball gut that's so happy to sit on the thick mantle of fat. His waist and lower belly support his upper tummy which is always full of something. It's stuffed with squish so Joonie's round tum jiggles when he hiccups or belches (his favorite thing ever). There is a spongy layer of squish that lines his stomach and rounds him out... it makes him so fucking soft even though just from appearances, his gut looks firm (because he's always feeding it something, so it's a bit swollen like an overinflated beach ball)

When Jungkook stuffs him, his cute doubled waist crease dissappears, or at least it lessens. His belly distends as he fills up, pushing out round enough that all of the fat sits at the surface and all of the stuffing is deep under the padding. This honestly makes belly rubs a lil tricky? Because Jungkook has to knead so fucking hard to work past the blubber and get to his achey stomach. However, they both love it. Joon gets off on seeing how deep Jungkook's hands sink into his fat middle, and it just makes him want to keep ballooning for his bunny.

Our chubby wolfie is a big doughy ball of love uwu

#hskapsidowkwjfof #ooc #joon loves scratches on his pudgy doubled chin too... he melts every time

[anotherblblog]

Cheating McChicken Episode 4 thoughts

this week was all about set up and the problems 

I really like this double episode a week format 

the li ming heart opening is def one of the cutest openings I’ve seen

gemini and fourth really make magic together

going from li ming heart to wen and alan, oof the anti-parallels couldn’t be more obvious. nascent uwu lovey dovey baby gays to the love has gone sour “near 30s” gays 

Wen might not be technically cheating but he ain’t playing fair me thinks

oof at Jim sneaking through li ming’s stuff, this won’t be an easy reconciliation between them 

lol at this show finding another way to get Fourth’s shirt off but I love heart insisting on making li ming wear the cute pink shirt

and another Wen centered anti-parallel with the coloring and vibe of him in that shirt with Jim and Alan

and also Wen finding a way for Jim to take his shirt off lmao

“I’m almost 30″ sure Mix, sure

Alan: “love shoulda brought you home”

poor Gaipa

Alan and the kill bill theme playing in the bank 

sighhhhhhhh, I really like Gaipa’s mom, but it does seem the plot reaper might be hovering over her :{

Li Ming breathes teenage rebel vibes so I was expecting a sneak out and I’m glad it was for something meaningful like a deaf mass 

and the cheating mcchickens come home to roost

honestly, I was laughing at this confrontation scene and the “oops” Wen was giving 

“Did you sleep with him” “within the first hour I met him”

so sad that Leng had to pawn the necklace but I saw that coming

and the sad montage of these folk’s lives and their hardships

big sad 

I had guessed there would be an angry scene with Heart’s parents but I didn’t guess a driving accident would be the cause of it

#moonlight chicken #moonlight chicken episode 4

[fourseasonsfigs]

Xuxu 【雙徐】♥️

This pair of figs looks like Gong Jun and Zhang Zhehan - but it's actually two of their characters!

This Double Xu features Zhehan as (modern) Xu Jin from The Blooms at Ruyi Pavilion, and Gong Jun as Xu Si from Rising with the Wind (to be aired).

I still have The Blooms at Ruyi Pavilion on my to-watch queue, so I haven't caught up with our sparkly-eyed modern Duke Su yet. I don't want to spoil myself (or you!) so I'll simply add a promo pic of him for fig comparison purposes:

Keen-eyed observation notes he looks broad shouldered and super cuddly in that soft looking cardigan.

Wait a minute, the fig is of him in a suit, not a cardigan! Hold on, hold on, let me get a promo pic of him in a suit...

Hmm, there we go. That suit matches the fig, although it needs the coat over it. I'll come back once I've properly watched the show!

Xu Si is Gong Jun's genius investor character from Rising with the Wind, which should be hopefully airing soon. Xu Si was spotted during filming wearing a lot of very beautiful suits and coats, such as:

But let's not talk about that so much in order to jump right to the fig maker's bonus for the first 1,000 buyers.

The fig maker offered this lovely bonus of an A5 folder with artwork of the two of them. This is what you saw featured as a fig background and you can see the full view of here:

Rooftop proposals are always in style! And YES, let's talk about this.

You may recognize that handsome pose from this handsome photo:

Yes, here we have Gong Jun wearing a gorgeous long coat over a gorgeous tuxedo and looking like a 100 million billion dollars yuan. This photo shoot of him striding across the Shanghai Peninsula Hotel helipad like he owns Shanghai himself, his long coat billowing and snapping in the wind, is pretty much everything I've ever wanted in a visual ever.

This photo shoot was done on 12-21-2021, during filming of Rising with the Wind.

Hot damn. If you will recall from me raving about Zhehan's Weibo Night McQueen frock coat, I have an intense weakness for long coats. They are my favorite. He is debonair in this.

Incredible. Wow, do we ever have exceptional taste, I must congratulate us.

Ok, I could stay here all night staring at these photos, but we have figs to talk about!

Look at that dapper suit and tux and those shiny shoes! Those Oxfords are polished to a mirror shine. I like it when each other has the other's symbol in their eyes, so we have Gong Jun Xu Si (ugh, it's hard to stay in the JZUniverse for this!) staring at his moon and Xu Jin literally starry-eyed looking at his beautiful star.

You notice the ring in Xu Ji's hand? Yep. Really, these figs are a blend of JZEU and Junzhe.

The white rose Zhehan / Xu Jin is holding is of course a nod to Zhehan's comment that if he ever confessed his love, he would confess it with a white rose, as well as Gong Jun's single white rose his assistant was spotted with during filming:

Oops, so easy to get distracted by all the symbolism. Onwards!

Love the detail on the rose here, and little flip in the back of Xu Si's coat (it must get windy on that helipad indeed!). The fig maker did a nice job with the hair - really captured Xu Jin's hairstyle from the show, and we have Xu Si's expensive layered cut.

Interestingly not much of a height difference on these figs. Xu Jin is pretty tall in the future. We have a bit of a forward lean on both of these handsome men, but otherwise they stand pretty well.

I like the coat detail of each of their hands in their pockets. Ugh I love the long coat even from the back, that's how deep the love for gorgeous long coats goes.

Top view - they're very seriously and cutely talking about their upcoming wedding plans.

Extreme closeup of their outfits, the rose, and the ring! I love Xu Jin's uwu mouth (because of course I do, that mouth shape is so cute!)

Xu Si's Serious Investor Face together with his Serious Investor Mouth looks frowny from this angle (sorry guys, I don't look good in an upshot angle myself!), but from a regular straight on view he just looks Serious. Well, I guess proposing to the love of your life IS the most Serious Business there can be!

Look at the heel on these shoes! The detail in these! I love it. What a great set of figs.

I'm not sure why there's chocolate bars on the box cards, but I'm not here to question artistic choices in fig designs. Maybe a better question is why not have chocolate bars on the box cards?

Now I kind of do want some chocolate. Advertising of the cutest kind! I'll buy it all!

Material: PVC (and apparently different percentages of cocoa)

Fig Count: 201

Scene Count: 17

Rating: Handsome and delicious!

[link back to Master Fig Index for more posts]

#jzeu #junzhe #word of honor cast #shl cast #gong jun #zhang zhehan #xu si #xu jin #figthusiast

[incaseofart]

Just learned "Dressuptober" is a thing SO...Reno...

He's like "oops sorry I'm hot uwu"

his pants stay like that by magic (or maybe double sided tape...?)

#reno #reno sinclair #dressuptober #ff7 reno #ff7 #ff7r

[horns-like-candycorn]

heres another drop of certified blobbo classics! love you buddy, you are a pillar of honque-sqwad <3

all of these are drawn by a friend from hsd and are our dumb trollsonas! I know it's cringe but i don't care!

they are in order assuming tumblr doesn't mess up:

Duelle (my troll) is a purpleblood bard of heart, and a derse dreamer who's weaponkind is threadedcanekind (like the bloodborn weapon) and whos quirks are mn nm couplings (mnaybe they would say stinmky stuff like this! honmkl), :DD double smiles cause they are two faced, fang puns (self explanatory) and honking when they're nervous, excited, or just sometimes one will sneak out like a snort would while laughing. *homkl*

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here comes the booooooy <3

hello booooyy<3

here heeeeee is<3

heeee is heeeeere<3

i fucking ADORE blobbo's troll oh my gosh lol

Gargag (blobulord's troll) another purpleblood member of honk squad, a PAGE of doom and IMO the tumblr sexyman of the group (yes i am forcing this no i don't care) who's quirks are if i remember correctly replacing ys at the start of words with js and replacing gs with at symbols and s gets genderbent into z (ju @et it?) his weaponkind is cleaverkind and duelle found him in the trash where they were immediately bitten and decided to take him home and feed him faygo. they get along well enough and would probably kill to protect their clowne comrades. gargag is kinda a little ratboy weirdo who is a bit of a violent psychopath homeless clown and duelle loves that about him, he would probably be open to changing and being more normal and chill but then duelle wouldn't have anybody to take care of them and gargag would have no chewtoy (they are moirails)

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Aratxi (my friend teppy's troll) another important member of honque-squad, a rustblood seer of space who uses her psychic abilities and precognition to just really get under duelle's skin as they are in kismisitude... unfortunately as these owns and sick ass insults are based on future knowledge they don't make a lot of sense to anyone but her and duelle just thinks she's not very good at being mean to them. her weaponkind is spraypaintkind because she is a huge fan of graffiti.

her quirks are replacing s and c with x and x with xx (xomething like thix which is exxciting!)

I like to believe (and so does duelle) that aratxi is the glue holding honk squad together in spite of (or perhaps because of?) being duelle's kismesis they care enough about the group to stick around and make sure they don't get carried away, duelle is kind of a goofy idiot despite the way they carry themselves and pretend to be all cool and serious all the time duelle is a clown and so are the rest of em!

she may be in a romantic relationship with a troll yet to be posted uWu

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gosh, that took WAAAAY fucking longer than i meant it too, i guess this kinda means a lot more to me than i thought it did haha oops?

anyways thank you for paying any attention to this stuff at all and i hope you all have a great day whenever you see this!

stay tuned for future content

from myself and my friends

SPICY NSFW content in the coming days!

~.:cringe but free:.~

#homestuck #oc #oc trolls #trollsona #trollsonas #fantroll #fan troll #original art #original character #even more tags #honque squad #roleplay #fan comic #art collab

[saintbleeding]

3, 9, 13, and 15 for the AO3 Wrapped asks :3

answered 3 uwu

favorite pairing you wrote for this year?

listen. probably gotta be jmart by volume alone but special mention for gerrydanny bc i. i legitimately ship it now. oop

What’s your longest work of the year?

finished, that'd be nsns at 80.7k (tho. funnily enough it feels like it bears mentioning that the first draft was 42k. it got big on revision lmao)

What WIP are you taking into next year with you?

a few actually!! firstly there's appropriately human towards one another (which i did want to be further along in by now but i had some writing burnout over october/november and the solution to that isn't to force urself i've learned!!), the as yet untitled double time travel au, and i've had this idea for a the good place au for a while that i really want to do something with hmmmmm

#asks #ask meme #saint does ao3 wrapped #thanks bee <3333 ur a gift

[killemwithkawaii]

What do you think yandery sal and Larry would do if there fem S.O tide themselves to the bed and told them to do whatever they wanted.

Double Trouble and their tied up Fem!S/O-

(NS/FW warnings under the cut)

(CW: SalxAFAB readerxLarry, bondage, group sex, slight degradation/teasing, unsanitary, double penetration, oral sex, anal sex...- this thing is long and gets LEWD (but also wholesome) enjoy~ 💕💦)

It took a moment for the whole scene to sink in for Sal and Larry: their girlfriend, [y/n], greeting the pair sheepishly as she laid on her back, already naked and tied to the bedposts. She explained that she was basically serving herself up on a silver platter for the ravenous pair to feast, and the two were quickly in agreement that this was not an opportunity to be wasted. On the contrary, it was one that should certainly be savored...

Safewords had been discussed between all parties much before this. It wasn't at all unusual for their lovemaking to take a kinky turn, and while pain and degradation could come into play, the last thing the boys wanted to do was cause their darling any harm. They knew what she enjoyed, what her weak spots were, her hard limits and how far she liked to be pushed, so there was no need for a lengthy discussion before the two approached.

[Y/n] had expected (or at least hoped for) them to go right into fucking her senseless- she had showered, set out their small toy collection on the nightstand for easy access and tied herself securely to the bed before her partners had gotten home. She had been lying there for a good half an hour since, her anticipation building as her mind wandered, wondering what exactly would be done to her when she was found... She was already plenty wet, and the boys were quick to start making comments about the whole scene.

"Wow [y/n], the sheets already have a spot- how long have you been waiting for us to come home," Sal wondered aloud.

"And what have you been thinking about us doing, exactly? You have like, every toy we own out. Well, except for- oh..."

Larry had nudged her thighs open a little to get a better look at how aroused she already was, and found that the plug that was absent from the lineup of toys was already in place- [y/n] had meant it when she had told them she was ready for anything upon her discovery, and her partners exchanged a mischievous glance before they settled in on either side of her.

They began speaking into her ears in low voices, playfully teasing and scolding her for being so unabashedly debaucherous. They ran their hands lightly up her arms, down her neck, over her torso and thighs, making a point to avoid touching her more sensitive areas, despite her quiet whimpers meant to urge them to do otherwise. She had gotten herself so excited before they'd even walked in the door, and she was already getting impatient.

"What's wrong, [y/n]? Are you that desperate for us to take advantage of you already," Larry asked with mock-surprise.

"Heh," Sal chuckled, joining Larry in his taunting, "what if we don't feel like it, though? What if we just wanna watch you lie here and squirm...?"

Her whimpering gave way into quiet begging as they continued their teasing- nibbling and licking her ears and neck and gently pinching her nipples as she began to writhe, leaning into their torturously light touches. It was exactly what they wanted, to see her resolve crumble, hear her breathy voice demand exactly what she had been fantasizing about, her carnal need overshadowing any shame that was holding her back from seeking honest satisfaction. Larry and Sal were happy to oblige her... once the string of thoughts she was moaning became explicit and desperate enough.

"Please! Please, touch me already... fuck me- both of you, please, don't tease me anymore, I need it! Please...!!" She was straining against the ropes she had tied to her own wrists, tempted to undo the knots and take care of business herself, if her partners insisted on torturing her for much longer.

Sal is the first to indulge her, tracing two fingers over her clit and slowly dipping them inside her. She gasped and bucked against his hand, seeking to increase the friction, but he kept his pace even and slow.

"Aw dude, you're fingering her already? She could have handled at least a couple more minutes..."

"I know, but look at her, Larry! And she did say, 'please...'. I think we can at least help take the edge off a little."

"Heh. You're too nice for your own good sometimes, Sally..."

Despite what he said, Larrys hand trailed down to join Sals, also inserting two digits and enjoying the resulting  look on [y/n]s face, her eyes growing wide as she watched the two finger-fuck her.

"Ooohh..."

"How’s that, [y/n]," Her opinion was pretty obvious, but Sal always liked to hear her say it out loud.

"Ugh, it's so good...! But I... I want more. Can you...?"

They both knew that she was about to ask them to fuck her properly, but they didn't see any need to rush into that- they wanted to take their time (and make her see stars) before they started focusing on themselves.

The two started kissing down her body, Larry lingering at her breasts for a moment before joining Sal between her legs. They continued to pump their fingers into her pussy, picking up the pace as the two began making a grand and lewd display of kissing one another, occasionally glancing up at [y/n] to make sure she was still watching them. They spread her lips with their free hands and lowered their heads, sandwiching her clit between their tongues as they firmly slid them against each other. The low moans coming from their throats sent light vibrations across her sensitive nerves, and, having already been whipped into a frenzy from their prolonged foreplay, [y/n] reached her first climax quickly and suddenly. She let out a clipped yelp as her back arched of the mattress, and both men held her in place to keep her from wriggling away from their mouths as she rode out her orgasm.

Her body fell back to the bed, and her lovers observed her for a moment as she tried to regain her senses, licking their lips with hunger before they began shifting positions- They untied her limp wrists from the posts and folded them behind her back before retying the knot, which allowed the pair to maneuver her how they wished. [Y/n] was gingerly laid on top of Sal, her legs splayed and her cheek against his chest. He ran his fingers through her hair and down her back, and it felt so soothing, she felt she could have drifted off to sleep, had the click of a plastic bottle cap and the feeling of the mattress shifting under Larrys weight behind her not alerted her to his intentions.

She whined and jerked reflexively when she felt his fingers graze her ass and trail to the handle of the plug, only for him and Sal to grab her hips and put her back in position.

"Oh, no you don't...," Sal scolded.

"Where do you think you're going, [y/n]? You said we could do anything we wanted, riiight?"

"You're not backing out on us, are you? Such a tease..."

She knew they were only playing, that she could say 'yes, I take it back,' and she would be untied within seconds with no questions asked. She trusted both of them whole-heartedly, enough to leave herself completely at their mercy (if that wasn't evident by the position she had put herself in earlier). She knew they held her comfort above their own pleasure... which helped to calm the butterflies in her stomach and help her to relax once more.

"No, I... I want you to..."

"Hm? I can't quite hear you from back here..."

"I want you to!"

Sal tipped her jaw upward to face him.

"What do you want us to do, [y/n]? We want to hear you say it..."

She swallowed hard and her face flushed, knowing they wouldn't move forward without her asking (or, rather, pleading) for them to do so.

"I want you two... I want you both to fuck me. Right now...." She pouted. "Pleeease~?" She gave an inviting wiggle with her ass to punctuate the 'please,' and that was enough of an invitation for Larry and Sal to stop holding themselves back any longer.

Larry once again gripped the plug handle, ever-so-slowly pulling it from her body and setting it aside to be dealt with later. Sal continued to soothe her as Larry pressed his already-lubed cock against her and gently pushed forward, groaning as the ring of muscle gradually began to give way to him. The intrusion felt odd, but not unwelcomed, and she concentrated on staying relaxed until the shallow friction started to become increasingly pleasant. She began to rock lightly to meet his thrusts, grinding herself against Sal as she did so, but Larry slowed to a stand-still inside of her after a few moments.

"Ahh... why are you stopping?"

"Heh. Why? Are you starting to like it," Larry goaded her on. She could hear the smirk on his face.

She hid against Sals chest and nodded, hoping the silent admission would be enough for him to continue.

"Are you ready for more, then...?"

She knew what Sal was suggesting, and she once again nodded, her ears and cheeks burning with a bitter-sweet mixture of embarrassment and arousal. [Y/n] felt Sal slip his hand between them and position his thick cock between her slickened lips, but he pushed in only enough to ensure it would stay in place. Neither of them moved until she began to whine once more.

"C'mon guys, enough teasing already..!"

"What, you expect us to do all the work," Larry snorted.

"Yeah, you wanted this, right? Then show us just how much..."

She bit her lip and tentatively pushed backward onto both of them, moving as much as she could while still tied. The boys began rocking their hips in tandem with her, getting progressively deeper, until she was taking them both almost completely. Her eyes began rolling back as they all found a rhythm, the sounds of slapping flesh and their collective panting and moaning filling the room. All three quickly lost themselves in the act, in the mounting pleasure, in the intimacy and trust inherent in the moment. Sal had his arms wrapped around [y/n] as he thrusted into her, and Larry gripped her hips as he did the same, the two peppering kisses on whatever parts of her and each other that their mouths could reach. The kink and roleplay and power dynamic had slipped away at some point, [y/n] having worked her wrists free of the purposefully-loose knot so she could clutch her partners as tightly as they held her. The threesome had become just that- three people who cared deeply for one another, making love together in order to achieve their mutual gratification and a collective satisfaction of their desires.

It was unclear who came undone first, as it all seemed to blur together in one ecstatic crescendo, but the three ended up spent and lying in a sweaty pile on the bed. They slowly came down from their high and caught their breath, limbs tangled in a dazed effort to keep each other close. [Y/n] eventually let out a sigh and smiled widely.

"Ugh, that was awesome...~"

"Heh. Agreed," Sal nuzzled his cheek against the top of her head as he nodded.

"...you should tie yourself up more often, [y/n]," Larry suggested as he stared at the ceiling, still pretty spaced out.

"Eh, give me a few minutes... and maybe another shower..."

"Oh, are we going for round two," Larry suddenly perked up at the suggestion.

"I vote we order pizza first," Sal put his hand on his stomach. "I don't know about you, but I'm starving..."

"I could definitely eat."

"What, my pussy wasn't enough of a meal for you two?" [y/n] said with feigned indignation.

"It was tasty, but not very filling..." Sal admitted.

"Pfft ahaha..."

"Ehehe, that's fair... ah, I love you guys. So, so much...~" She squeezed Larry and Sal in a tight hug.

"We love you, too, [y/n]," 💕

"More than anything,"💕

"Mmm~," she gave them each a kiss and let her head fall back onto the pillow. "Ah... Okay, yeah, I'm feeling it. Let's talk toppings, boys...~"

#K.E.W.K. answers #K.E.W.K. writes #sorry steve #double trouble #larry johnson x reader #sal fisher x reader #sallary #y/n #romance #this was the oldest ask in mu inbox amd ot sat for so long it grew into a full-length fic oops lol #happy valentines day yall enjoy the spice uwu

[voicehydrangea]

That one time I joined what was basically a Cult on Among Us.

#Among Us #Comic #Repost #So I accidentially posted this on the wrong account. Oops. #And also I realized Blacl's head is deformed in that one pannel. Double Oops. #But oh well I guess 'Cause I'm peacing out UwU #But also... #Flamingo Gang

[yunhogf]

10 biases tag

Rule: List 10 biases from 10 groups and then tag 10 people

i was tagged by @parkandzhong uwu i love you and you’re great okay klsjdf

(not in order)

Jaemin - NCT

Minhyuk - Monsta X

Jimin - AOA

Seulgi - Red Velvet

Yonghwa - CNBlue

Baekhyun - EXO

Onew - SHINee

S.Coups - Seventeen

N - VIXX

Wooshin - Up10tion

i don’t really keep up avidly/consistently with anyone other than nct + monsta x + aoa + cnblue but i love all of these people very much

@dreamiebubs @timeless-nct @kimjungwoocult @najaeminclub @jenostransbf @eggcel @seofthours @fatkunjpeg @neo-renjeno @precioushyuck yeehaw have fun + you don’t have to do this btw akdfjsa

#about me #bias tag #biases #if you like aoa and cnblue pls talk to me about them i love them so much uwu lkjsflkjsd heCK #this was also very hard bc i double bias a lot of groups/cant tell who my bias is 100% but like. yee #this kind of sums up the only groups im into actually OOF #if you cant tell i . kind of have a thing for leaders oops ehe #lmao um bye #tagged

[nightowlfandom]

Billy Loomis and Stu Macher X Reader- Jokes on you... (Part 2/2)

SO IF YOU DON’T REMEMBER, HERE’S A RECAP! Also I think it’s safe to say we broke 2k words...hehe oops.

READ PART 1

And here’s the prompts that will be used in this chapter!! (I wrote slasher smut, am I part of the club yet?)

1- Look at me when I fuck you!

2- Oh, you’re so cute with my cum in your mouth…don’t spill it, darling…swallow it all.

3- I said FUCKING BEG!

5- Bend over the counter and stick that ass out, baby. (I changed ‘counter’ to ‘bed’ for this)

LET’S GET INTO THE WARNINGS! (Yall might not fuck with me no more after this tbh)

OVERSTIM...Apparently a few of you have a headcanon that Stu will absolutely destroy your pussy if he gets his mouth on it (and apparently will have you sobbing).....is y’all good? DOUBLE PEN, SLUT SHAMING, AGRESSIVE (but loving uwu because they’re in love with you) FUCKING. BLOODPLAY (yeaaahhhh), Knifeplay...ummm I think that’s it Oh and a liitttle bit of roughness. Uses of words like ‘force’ and similar. I don’t want to call this dubcon but some would put it under than umbrella. Also talk on being chained up (I’m really bad at writing about oral sex, so this might be ass)

There are the warnings? D-do ya see them? Okay so you read em? So you know what the hell you’re setting up for?....K then.

CHECK OUT MY MASTERLIST HERE!!

X RATED PROMPT LIST| NON X RATED PROMPT LIST

Leggo!!

... 

You weren’t even fazed when they both tore off those god awful looking masks. 

“W-why am I not surprised.” you groaned, leaning your head back. “Why did I expect anyone else.” you groaned as a glazed over Stu and Billy loomed over your cowering body. “No really? Why did I expect anybody else to do something so fucking-”

“Little Y/N...what a little slut you are.” Billy laughed. “I knew you were a fucking pervert.”

“You’re actually into this shit!? That’s priceless.” Stu waved his knife around as he cackled. “What if I just-” he trailed the blade up your throat, ghosting it just slightly over your skin.

Your breath hitched in your throat. It was cold and no fucking doubt sharp. If you had moved too abruptly you would have been hurt. You instantly shut your eyes, feeling your skin go hot. 

“Dude look at her. She’s shaking.” Billy laughed. “Let me try something.” he strode forward, twirling his own knife between his fingers. He grabbed a fistful of your hair. Before you knew it, Billy had forced a kiss on your lips, shoving his tongue into your mouth. You instantly yanked at your chains feeling the coldness of Stu’s knife graze your skin even more. You could spread your arms but only so much.

You let out the slightest whimper, but to think they didn’t hear was a dumb move. Billy broke away from you, leaving a thin line of drool between you two.

“Y/N~ Y/N~” Billy sang. “We are gonna mess. You. Up.” he grinned. “What do you say we-”

“Take this upstairs...oops! Knife slipped.” Stu cackled as the tiny cry broke through your lungs. He had nicked your right shoulder. The smallest cut but enough for it to bleed. 

It wasn’t painful, funny enough. Maybe because as horrible as this was...you were very aroused. 

Billy tore off his costume, to reveal his clothes soaked in blood that were no doubt his. Stu followed in pursuit looking the same, completely blood-soaked.

“Oh this is gonna be so fun.” Billy laughed. “Nothing like a good fuck with a bad girl after a night of killing.”

Your chains were pulled by Stu, which gave you no choice but to crawl. Dear lord, help you.

... 

You were dropped on the plush surface. As soon as you sat up or at least tried to, Stu had kissed you this time. You had no idea which way was up at this point. When he broke the kiss, you were instantly pulled onto Billy’s lips. 

With a cackle, Stu trailed open mouthed kisses up your neck. “You like this shit don’t you.”

“Of course she does.” Billy answered for you. “Get these fucking clothes off Y/N, are we gonna do everything ourselves?”

“I’m l-literally in chains!” you stammered. “I can’t do much.”

“Fuck when you talk like that-” Billy growled. “It makes me want to tear your clothes to shreds. I wanna see how you look covered in red. You know, I think I like you this way.”

“What way?” you glowered. “Asshole.”

“Ouch. Damn Y/N. I don’t like the way you’re talking to me.” Billy fake pouted, grabbing your chains. 

You whimpered, quite loudly at the impact. You were practically forced to sit up. “You guys are the worst.” you pouted.

“What do you say man?” Stu paused to yank his shirt over his head. “Who goes first?” His eyes bore into yours. “I’ve been waiting for this for way to fucking long, man.” He rubbed his chin in fake thought as he waited for Billy to talk.

“I say why not both...you do whatever you want while I take care of this talkative ass mouth she has right here.” Billy laughed before quickly replacing his grin with a scowl. 

You chains were let go and you were pushed onto your back again. Somehow you were turned over on your stomach. You bought yourself to your hands and knees and looked up at Billy.  

Stu made short work of your jeans, tearing them to shreds. You were too busy focused on that to register Billy quickly unbuckling his own jeans and pulling them to rest low on his hips. 

“Come on Y/N..., open up for me. Bend over the bed and stick that ass out, baby. ” Stu sang, prying your legs apart with his hands. “Let me have a taste.” You instantly felt something wet and slimy trail along your thigh. “You don’t mind if I cut these panties off, right?” (Stu eating it from the back...you’re welcome)

“Do I have the choice?” you shuddered. 

“You always have a choice, Y/N...if you want us to stop then we will...but something tells me you’re enjoying this more than you let on.” You watched as Billy stroked himself right in front of you.

Come on Y/N, you got this! Tell them what’s on your mind!

“N-no, don’t stop.” you shook your head.

“Good girl.” Billy gingerly held the side of your face. 

Billy watched as your eyes widened, your face contorting in pleasure because of Stu’s impatience. He drove his tongue into your sex, giving long and slow licks up your slit. 

“You shouldn’t have let me back here Y/N!” Stu moaned through the sloppy kisses he gave your pussy. “This ass and pussy-” he lashed his tongue against you. “I’m gonna fucking tear you apart.”

“Y/N, up here.” Billy tilted your head up. “Suck daddy’s cock for him, hm?” he gently tapped his dick against your lips. You couldn’t help but dart your tongue out a little. You trailed it up his length, flicking the tip of his cock. “Shit~” he seethed. “You’re gonna kill me, Y/N.” he slowly bucked his hips against your tongue.

“Come on!” Stu’s mouth attached to your clit, sucking harshly. “Pay attention to me, Y/N!” 

Your jaw went slack. Your legs shook as Stu did such mean things to you. You raised your hand the best you could. It was a good thing the chains were long enough for you to gently wrap your hands around Billy’s cock as you took him into your mouth. 

“Shit! That’s so hot.” He stared down at you as he held the back of your head. He guided you, careful to make sure you didn’t hurt yourself. “If I didn’t know any better, I’d say you did this before~ Fuck. Use your tongue more- Yeah just like that.” he groaned. “Fuck you’re such a hoe, I love that shit.” he grunted as he thrust himself into your mouth.

“Come on Y/N. “Stu cackled. “You’re not even trying to hold it on.” he flicked his tongue against your dripping sex. “You want some overstimulation? Should I make it real fucking good?” Stu groaned loudly into your heat, sending vibrations all throughout your body. “I wish I could see your face when you cum all over my tongue, Y/N.” Stu cooed in a babyish voice. “I wanna see you go fucking crazy, baby.”

The sound of your lewdness echoed throughout the room. So much so that your had been moaning through Billy’s length. 

“You’re fucking drooling, Y/N. Can’t handle a little pleasure down there?” he laughed. “Shit that’s fine. I’m about to cum anyways.” he threw his head back. “Y/N, Y/N come on.”

“Come for me you naughty little girl, come on my face, make a mess of me baby.” Stu muffled. “I wanna drown in this pussy.”

“Shit, cumming! I’m cu-FUCK~” you felt Billy blow his load. He yanked his cock from your mouth, stroking himself quickly. “Open your mouth baby, Open yo- Shiiit~” he growled. “ Oh, you’re so cute with my cum in your mouth…don’t spill it, darling…swallow it all. “ 

“Come on Y/N.” Stu hummed. “You’re such a fucking mess-”

“Y-ou guys are the worst.” you said for maybe the second or third time that night. “S-stu!..Fuh- Shit!” you felt the dam of pleasure break. 

“Are you cumming, Y/N! Does it feel good, huh?” Billy spoke in a babyish voice. 

Stu didn’t let up though, he drug his tongue up your twitching slit repeatedly, causing your legs to shake. 

“How sensitive are you Y/N! It’s just a little oral.” Billy laughed. 

“Aww baby can’t take it...then what if I just-” 

You were bought to sit up on your knees. “I call the front man.” Stu maneuvered you to face him.

“Fine by me, it’s all goin in the same place anyways.”

“P-PARDON ME?!” you squeaked.

“Oh yeah, we’re gonna fill this pussy to the brim.” Stu smirked. “We’re gonna fill you up with cum.” You noticed Stu’s pants were low on his hips.

“That thing is gonna...go ins-side?” you whimpered.

“You have no idea how sexy that was.” you felt Billy’s chest against your back. You felt his lips press against your shoulder.

“Look at me Y/N.” Stu fake whined. “ Look at me when I fuck you...” he teased your entrance with his cock. “How tight are you huh? Will you be able to fit us both?” 

“Dude, quit taking all of the attention!” Billy complained.

“You want her attention, you fight for it...Like this~” You felt Stu completely slid himself into your wetness. 

“Look how easy it went in.” Stu laughed as he focused his sights on you. “You’re such a whore, you know that?”

Billy could only watch in jealousy as you gave low and needy mewls. He refused to be overshadowed, he needed you to notice him too. 

“Brace yourself Y/N....God damnit~” Billy thrust himself inside to your tightness. 

You almost cried at the feeling. You were being stretched out even though they both filled you up so easily.

“You like this baby? You like being filled up by a couple of fucking murderers?” Billy snarled in your ear. “You like being fucked silly.”

You couldn’t make coherent thoughts, you were kind of busy trying to keep the world vertical. You were a mess of moans and whimpers. 

“Do you want to cum? You gonna have to beg for it baby. Beg for it come on. I said FUCKING BEG!“ Billy grunted as he thrusted himself as deep as he could into your depths.

“S-stu~ B-billy~” you whimpered. “I can’t take much more!” you cried. “I’m gonna- I’m about to-Please!~ Let me!”

“Fuck, Shit!!”

“Come on babygirl, cum for me, cum for me!”

With both men in each ear whispering demands. Your pussy tightened around them both as their movements became more abrupt. You finally came again along with them. 

“FUCK~” “SHIIIIT~”

Stu wrapped a hand around your throat and planted a messy kiss on your lips. You felt their warmth, the both of them. Each man spilled into you, painting your insides white. You head was turned to the right and Billy crashed his lips over yours too. Both men were still rocking their hips against you. 

“How much cum do you think got inside?” Billy laughed.

“Shit, I don’t wanna know.” Stu replied.“Y/N~” he sang. “Know what this means?” He yanked himself from you. 

“It means you’re our own little slut now.” Billy followed. “Not only do you know our secret but-”

“You’re also a good fuck.” Stu grumbled lowly, burying his head in his shoulder. “We were gonna kill you, but we just might have to keep you around.”

“G-good to know.” you whimpered. “C-could I be untied now?”

“Of course.” “Why didn’t you ask before?”

“Can I ask another request?”

“Anything.” “Just name it.”

“Could I uhhh...get some food?”

...

(...I’m not sorry. I’ve never been the fuck sorry. I never will be sorry, you wanted this internet....your fault)

#slasher imagines #slasher fan fic #slasher fan fiction #slasher smut #imagines #slashers #slashers x reader #billy loomis x reader #billy loomis smut #stu macher x reader #stu macher smut #ghostface smut #ghostface imagines #ghostface #billy x reader x stu #scream imagines #billy loomis imagines #stu macher imagines #nightowlfandom

[whatifyoulivelikethat]

Pokemon types for BTS as gym leaders? YES PLEASE!

LET'S GET ITTTTTTT

To explain, Gym Leaders are strong trainers that award you Badges that allow Pokémon up to a certain level to obey you. If your Pokémon are beyond the level of your Badges, they will "loaf around" (literally, they will lay around and go to sleep lmao) XD

in fanchant order (because ofc)

--

Kim Namjoon

Type: Grass

Signature Pokémon: Lurantis

We all know Namjoon loves plants (and tiny crabs lmao). Personally, I find the Grass-types to have the cutest pre-evolved forms and imagining Namjoon surrounded by a bunch of them sounds adorable as fuck. Plus, imagine Namjoon with a Torterra and a Leafeon? :D

You might be wondering, "why the elegant Lurnatis?" Look up its pre-evolution, Fomatis! ISN"T IT SO FREAKING CUTE??? I imagine Namjoon recusing this little one, taking care of it every day, and it hangs around on his broad shoulder as Namjoon rides his bike around town, soaking up sunlight, perhaps witnessing the occasional clumsy accident (oop). Because Namjoon always protects Fomantis, Fomantis evolves into the elegant Lurantis to protect its Trainer! (not me making this a whole ass au already lol)

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Kim Seokjin

Type: Water

Signature Pokémon: Milotic

Fishing fanatic Seokjin must be a Water-type trainer. No, there is no SUPERTUNA Pokémon, otherwise you know I would have totally given him one XD He may also have a Gyarados, evolution of Magikarp, as well - lmao, just imagine Seokjin taking care of Feebas and Magikarp ("Gah, stop flopping around!") but he would take care of them lovingly, maybe low-key think they're ugly but he's (worldwide) handsome enough to make up for it LOL and once Feebas evolves into Milotic, Seokjin will definitely enter Pokémon Contests with his beautiful Pokémon! :D

He would have a Lapras because 1) beautiful, 2) cute, 3) practical, and Seokjin is all about that. And he would have a Clawitzer. Why? Look at its pre-evolution, Clauncher.

YOU CANNOT TELL ME SEOKJIN WOULDN'T PICK UP A CLAUNCHER AND PRETEND IT WAS A PHONE LMAO "HELLO?" plus when it turns into a Clawitzer, Seokjin would 100% pretend shoot people with his lobster, only for it to actually blast people in the face with water XD

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Min Yoongi

Type: Fire (bultaoreune, come on, I had to do it lol)

Signature Pokemon: Incineroar

Yes. I went there. At first I was going to give him Dark-type, but FIREEEEEEE (ok, I'll stop now lol) How perfect is Incineroar? Firstly, Litten is a cute af cat, second Torracat is EVEN cuter, and, thirdly, Yoongi enjoys both WWE back in the day and UFC now! If anyone can control an Incineroar in a calm manner, it's definitely Yoongi.

I don't see Yoongi as a typical high-energy Fire-type trainer. He's more reserved, but you can tell by his Pokémon that you don't wanna mess with him (haters, go ahead and talk real big until Yoongi says 'Burn It' XD). He probably uses the more niche Fire-type Pokémon like Chandelure and a (Hisuian) Arcanine. Day to day he seems lazy, but in battle Yoongi gets fired up (just like on stage hahaha)!

Also imagine Yoongi cooking with his Fire-Type Pokémon uwu

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Jung Hoseok

Type: Electric

Signature Pokémon: Pachirisu

"... wiyllt... are you trolling me rn?"

XD I chose Pachirisu for multiple reasons: 1) Hoseok is the squirrel emoji + acorn bag enthusiast; 2) he will be a doubles Gym Leader, meaning he and you will send out two Pokémon at a time, requiring a different strategy to all the other Gym Leaders; 3) I mean... look at it; and 4) look up World Champion Pachirisu.

Yes, Pachirisu won the Pokémon World Championships in 2014 and his trainer was from Korea! :D (Did you know Pokémon have a World Championship competition? Now you do LOL) Pachirisu is pretty tanky and offers special moves that make it perfect for double battles.

His other Pokémon would be Heliolisk, Luxray and Toxtricity (Amped Form, Jolly Nature), both of which have cute and unique pre-evolutions (Shinx and Toxel). You better believe they're all dodging moves with dance!

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Park Jimin

Type: Fairy

Signature Pokémon: Florges

To be honest, there are so many Fairy Pokemon that suit Jimin: Togekiss, Whimsicott, Hatterene, Gardevoir, Sylveon, etc. If Tumblr didn't limit me to 10 images per post, I would show you all of them, but alas (Tumblr, you rat >:| ). Anyway, pretty-as-a-flower fairy Jimin would have a Florges for sure (probably a white one tbh). Just like him, it would be a total mistake to think the fluffy, beautiful Fairy-types are weak - in fact, they're super-effective vs the fearsome Dragon-types (and Dark and Fighting types)!

Is it because they can seduce anyone with their good looks and their aromatic scent? (and Florges does look a bit sassy too, no? lol) Why do I think Jimin smells good? He probably does. Someone confirm for me. XD

Ah, and since Fairy is strong against Fighting-type... hm, did you know that the only way a certain maknae has ever been beaten is because he was bitten in the neck by a Fairy-type? XD Jimin was born in Busan first!

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Kim Taehyung

Type: Rock

Signature Pokémon: Lycanroc

I feel like I need to explain, look at it's pre-evolution, Rockruff

LOOK AT HIM, WHAT A GOOD BOY

Although it was tempting to assign Taehyung to Normal-type so I could give him a bear Pokémon (lol), the sturdy and strong Rock-type seemed to suit him better. Not only that, but also the pre-evolved Rock-type Pokémon are adorable - such as Roggenrola, Aron, Larvitar - but all evolve into tough, cool-looking Pokemon - Gigalith, Aggron, Tyranitar, respectively.

There's also er... unique ones like Sudowoodo and Omastar (praise Lord Helix, if you know, you know). I believe Taehyung would appreciate these funny, weird Pokémon to the fullest. XD

He would pretend to be a tree in Namjoon's gym with Sudowoodo.

I know he would LOL

--

Jeon Jungkook

Type: Fighting

Signature Pokémon: Lucario

and of course he would have a Hitmonchan, boxing fanatic JK must have one

Not only does Lucario remind us of Bam (although there is a Doberman Fire/Dark Pokemon, Houndoom, a bit EDGY for Jungkook, but perhaps not for PTD JK lol), but also Lucario only evolves through friendship. It must form a close bond with its Trainer to evolve, which perfectly suits Jungkook. I also imagine JK to have a graceful Gallade, maybe even a Machamp! :D

He definitely has Falinks marching around the Gym, just because they're funny and make him laugh HAHAHAHA

Jungkook might possibly also abandon his post to go on a journey with the legendary Pokémon Kubfu, oop

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"Wait wiyllt, that's only 7 Gym Leaders. Who's the 8th?"

me.

me and my gang of six Scrafty

LMAO

XD

I spent way too much time on this lol

#pokemon x bts #gym leader bts #bts scenarios

[heauxzenji]

Karasu-Hoes’ 700 event is CLOSED!

First and foremost THANK YOU for 700! I can’t believe that I’ve grown this fast in such a short time. I started this as an outlet for my brainrot and honestly the love and support I’ve received has made me so incredibly thankful. I’m glad to has shared my laughs and crazy mind with you all and to know that 700+ of you can relate to my dumb ass makes me feel a little less alone in this big weird world. I would smooch each of your cheeks and buy you a milkshake. But anyway enough of the pleasantries, onto my event!

You’ve seen three nights of thirst, so get ready for...

Three Days of Fluff!

My fluff milestone! Get ready to get all warm and fuzzy with your favs! Send me:

Any fluff alphabet reqs from here

Any fluff drabble prompts from here, here, or here

Ask me Fluff questions about either of my main self ships (Sugaisy or Nishidaisy) here or here

Send me your self ship and I’ll make a fluffy playlist for you!

Send me your self ship for a cute double-date hc with one of my self ships!

Just talk to me! Literally ask me anything 💕

Requests for this will be open from 9/2/20 until 9/5/20 at 11:59 PST. I won’t start answering any fluffs until tomorrow, 9/3. 😌 All my fluff event tags will be marked with #sweet 700 💕

Special thanks to all my beautiful internet babies, idk what I would do without you and your support. Thank you for loving me as much as I love you big uwu hours 🥺💘: @ceo-of-daichi @crushzone @super-noya @sugawara-sweetheart @akasuns @haiikyuuns @mixfi @heyhinata @yamagucciii @seijoh-loving-hours @dinosaurtsukki @k-eijiakaashi @msbyslut @keijisvirgo @lunarkawa @watermelonsugawara @stcrryskies @aogirikeiji @mrs-kuroojinguji and many many more I just ran out of tags oops

Let’s get cute! 💘

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