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29 - s.mingi - punishment + dacryphilia (18+)

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smut warnings: semi-public sex, fingering, manual stimulation, oral sex: m, unprotected sex, facial, creampie, dirty talk, pet names: baby/baby girl/princess, crying during sex, deepthroating/face-fucking, edging, orgasm control, overstimulation

“So, you ever gonna tell me where you were last Tuesday?”

You can’t say that you weren’t expecting the question to come eventually, especially after you left Mingi with such a shitty excuse about not being able to meet up, but you expected to at least have a few more hours to get a story together before he cornered you here in one Choi San’s kitchen on a Friday evening. There’s an assortment of drinks spread out over the counters, no doubt in the fridge as well, but you aren’t after any of those goods in particular right now. Instead, you opt to simply snag water from the fridge and turn to face Mingi as you’re unscrewing the cap.

“Hm? What happened last Tuesday?” The quaint tilt of your chin does nothing to solidify your innocence, and Mingi’s sharp stare hones in on your face within seconds.

“You tell me, yn.”

Your lips part to prepare some sort of response, gaze trailing off to the ceiling as you piece together the excuse of a story. Mingi grants you that much, at least, even if it’s a show of how extravagantly you’re about to lie to him here and now. He leans around you as you’re gathering your thoughts, reaching for the counter and snagging a beer off it. You’d be impressed with his strength if you didn’t know that it’s the kind that screws off at the cap because Hongjoong has dainty hands that can easily be injured and he’s no good at opening bottles, thus San coddles him as such even when it comes to house parties.

“Well… I remember getting dinner with a few people. Didn’t drink or smoke anything because I had an early shift the next day. Then I went home.”

“Went home, huh?”

“We don’t typically get together on Tuesdays, Min,” you say between sips, arching a brow at the man who stands across from you. He pauses as well just to stand a little straighter and look you in the eye before arching one of his one brows — the pierced one that has a little black barbell poking through the skin — at you in return. His silence allows you a moment of reprieve, even if it comes at the cost of his staring so heavily at your face all the while. Still, you make no effort to conceal the way you drag your own gaze from his face down his body, taking in the ill-fitting tank top that has obscenely large holes cut out for his arms to stick through. You’d argue that it fits a bit better than it used to with how he’s been bulking up and putting on muscle these days, but you would also never give him the pleasure of hearing your appreciation out loud. He hears enough of it in the late hours of the night, three or four times a week as he has you pressed into the mattress in your apartment. The tank also gives you an eyeful of one of your favorite pieces in Mingi’s extensive collection — the snaking vines of tattoos that spread from his wrists up to his shoulders, dipping beneath the fabric and leaving much to the imagination. But of course, you don’t need to think too hard about what’s underneath when you see it as often as you do.

“What are you smirking about?” he questions, pulling your focus back up to his face before you can dip below the waistline.

“Thinking about what a lucky girl I am, that’s all.” You push off the counter to step around your friend, laying a hand on his shoulder as you slip between his body and the fridge to get past. “Got a big strong man all to myself.”

“That so?” He turns with you like his gaze is glued to you and can’t be separated even for a second. “Which one would that be?”

In hindsight, you should also have known that Mingi is smart enough to figure out little nuances and pick up on context clues when they’re presented to him. Thankfully, you have your back to him now so the shock doesn’t register on your face by the time you shift to look back at him over your shoulder. There’s a smile planted on your lips instead, one that you hope deters him for a little while longer.

“Look in the mirror some, pretty boy.”

You dip out of the kitchen then to rejoin the others in the living room, sinking to the couch cushions between San and some girl you’ve never seen before.

“Freshly rolled, milady,” San says through a dimpled grin as he lifts a somewhat sketchy-looking joint to dangle before your face. You’d decline if it were coming from anyone other than San — you’ve seen your fair share of sketchy and downright awful homemade joints come from his hands, but he is also the only one amongst your friend group who has the patience and tact to do it. (That, and you’re still vacuuming weed out of the carpet in your own living room from when Wooyoung and Mingi had a rolling contest that resulted in what can only be considered a horrendous fire hazard.)

“Thank you, kind sir.”

Hongjoong is sat on the other side of San, knees pulled up to his chest and tucked into the armrest as though he’s trying to make himself seem as small as possible. You barely get a glimpse at the red cup in his hands before San’s broad shoulders are blocking your view and you have to give up. The group tonight is quite large, more than the typically small get-togethers that you’re used to having with the others where it’s only eight or nine of you at most. San seems to have invited quite a few more party-goers this time around, which you hardly mind all in all.

“Can I crash in your room tonight?” you ask as San is in the midst of pulling a lighter up to the end of the joint.

“Mhm, just don’t get cum on the sheets.” His grin is nothing but cheeky, although that doesn’t keep you from whacking his arm with your free hand once he sets the lighter aside.

“Oh, fuck off!”

“I’m gonna be busy getting some on someone else’s sheets later so I won’t have time to police you about it.”

“You’re so nasty.” The man simply passes off the comment with a laugh, leaning back into the couch cushions with a dopey little grin that tells you he’s already hit a joint himself more than a few times tonight. As he moves, Hongjoong goes with him, stretching his legs out across the party host’s lap and letting San slump against his body. You snort at the minute show of affection and take a hit from the joint between your fingers.

“You’re the one—” San pauses to make a crude gesture involving his index finger and a lightly balled fist “—one of the two towers over there.”

Following the jerk of his chin isn’t too difficult, but you still regret glancing over in that direction because it means you make eye contact with the exact man you were trying to avoid in the kitchen earlier. Your stare flickers away too quickly to read as confident, and the only viable distraction within reach is San’s homemade joint. You aren’t too interested in getting too high tonight, just enough to get a little light and airy if anything, so as soon as you catch Wooyoung moving past the back of the couch, you pass the joint off to him before he gets too far away. Two hits will leave you fully lucid but any more than that and you’d be pushing the buttons on an emotional rollercoaster that you aren’t wanting to have in front of a bunch of strangers.

“Both… well, only once for one of them,” you mutter under your breath with the hope that Mingi hasn’t miraculously gained the skill of lip-reading.

“Is that where you were last Tuesday?” Hongjoong pipes up this time, pulling himself a little straighter to get a better look at you and you nearly hiss at him to keep it down.

“A lady never kisses and tells,” you say instead with a smile plastered over your lips. That has both men hollering in each other’s arms, one high and the other quite tipsy from the looks of it, but you’re happy to be their entertainment even if only for a few minutes.

“No wonder Min was fuming! Oh, I’d fucking kill to be a fly in the wall in that room when shit hits the fan.” San exhales a deep sigh, head tipping from side to side as he speaks. His laugh turns airy as he tips his body further back, sinking hard into Hongjoong’s body and knocking them both to the cushions. You don’t share in his amusement, however, as you turn to regard him with a furrowed brow and confusion etched across your features. Hongjoong notices the shift in your expression before San has the chance to.

“You might think about putting a muzzle on that one—” his gaze shifts as discreetly as possible to where Yunho sits “—‘cause he’s a little loose-lipped.”

Your lips draw into a tight purse, pulling to one corner of your mouth. You aren’t really upset about Yunho saying something — neither of you had an agreement on anything of the sort, and you’re smart enough to know how men behave at this point in your life. It is a bit funny though, in your opinion, for Mingi to be the one angry (undoubtedly jealous on top of that) when the two of you simply hook up when there aren’t other options available. You just so happened to have another option available last week, one that was quite hard to pass up on and very much worth the exhaustion and soreness that came the next day.

“Though, I suppose only the two of us know about what you and Min do when left alone.” When you shift to pass a half-hearted glare in Hongjoong’s direction, he’s wearing a shit-eating grin that makes you want to smack him even more. If not for the lengthy stretch it would take to get past the guard dog that drapes over him in the form of Choi San, you would certainly go through all that trouble just to yank his ear a little. Instead of dealing with that, you push up from where you’ve crammed yourself on the couch and move to step around the furniture — not without kicking at Hongjoong’s foot as you pass just because it’s within reach and San is out of it. That creeping lightness coming from the weed is starting to sink into your bones and make you feel everything a little more intensely. “Remember not to mess up the sheets!”

You don’t turn to see if Hongjoong catches the middle finger you send his way, but you do make for the stairs solely with the excuse that you have to use the bathroom planted at the tip of your tongue if anyone asks. Of course, that comes as a shroud to the real reason you’re headed up there, because you know someone will follow and you expect nothing less from him anyway.

The two of you follow a rather simple formula when it comes to parties like these, which is part of the reason San and Hongjoong both know about what you get up to at these events after having been caught in various corners of the house by both men multiple times. And while you are more than willing and able to mess around with the man without anything in your system, you like fucking Mingi best when you’re a little high and can feel every sensation that much more with him. You linger at the top of the stairs before heading straight for San’s room, pausing on the landing to angle yourself over the railing and peer down the flight of stairs as you wait for your companion’s head to pop up. He comes quicker than you expected him to and with a good deal of determination to his steps that makes him look entirely suspicious on all accounts.

“Everyone is gonna guess what we’re up to with you marching up here like that,” you drawl from your spot at the railing, chin coming to rest on the wood as you speak down at him. Mingi hesitates midway up the stairs, and his chin tilts up to find the source of your voice. Despite the grin playing at your lips, he doesn’t return the humor with even a small laugh.

“Good, then maybe they’ll get the hint,” he snips back.

A sigh escapes you, and you turn your head until your cheek presses into the wood. Leaving one hand to dangle by your side, you bring the other up to stretch over the length of the railing. Mingi walks up the rest of the flight of stairs, rounding the edge of the landing with a hand that skates over yours with a barely-there touch. You hum in the back of your throat. He tilts his head to match yours, and although the angle should be wholly awkward and nothing else, you feel that familiar thrum of arousal boiling deep in your gut when he meets your eyes. The sharpness in his tone doesn’t match the way he looks down at you — you know that much for certain, and you can safely take that as a hint that he’s not nearly as upset with you as he is with Yunho.

“Did you do it on purpose?” he asks nonetheless. He’s fishing for an answer you don’t have, but you can’t deny that there’s some sick part of you that wants to play into it and see how possessive he can get. “To make me jealous?”

“Hm.” You pull yourself back into an upright position a little too quickly, and the rush of blood to your head coupled with the tingling in your nerves makes your vision swim some. “I wouldn’t go so far as to say that.” Mingi moves back to prop himself against the wall opposite the railing, and you make the pointed (and extremely difficult) decision not to eye the tremors in the muscles of his arms as he tugs them across his chest. As your eyes sweep over his torso to focus on his face once more, you shift to let your back rest against the wall the railing provides and secure your hands behind you on the lip of it. “He offered, and I accepted. Simple as that.”

“Simple, huh?” He makes it hard to not give into a wandering gaze when he’s drumming his fingers along the inked skin of his forearm. “Except he’s supposed to know you’re off-limits.”

“I can’t sleep with other people? Maybe I missed the memo that said we’re exclusive, Min.”

“You can sleep with anyone with you want,” Mingi starts, pulling his head forward a little as his gaze turns fiery, “but my best friend can’t sleep with you. And he knows that. That’s all I’m saying.”

“Then that’s not anyone I want, big boy.”

“If he offered, then he’s the one who presented the opportunity.”

“Maybe he was trying to get you to be a real man.”

“A real man?” Mingi echoes, and now his lips stretch to form a grin that displays his teeth. You dip your chin down with a laugh, hand subconsciously coming up to hover over your face. When you blink back up at your companion, he has his tongue pushed between his lips and teases the corner of his mouth, a gesture you know to read frustration. You smile despite yourself. A glint bounces off his tongue and reflects the ball of metal that sits caught between his teeth. “Didn’t know you could be such a brat, angel, you’re usually so good and pliant when I’m fuckin’ you into the mattress.”

“You could try asking Yunho then, princess, I’m sure he’d love to answer any questions you might have given how mouthy he’s apparently been.” Some part of you realizes that you’re pushing your luck perhaps a little too far, but if Yunho is going to talk himself then you believe yourself to have every right to do the same as long as it benefits you. “Did he tell you how he fucked me? How many marks he left on my body? If you look hard enough, I bet you could find some leftover ones.”

“Look, doll, because I know he called you that thinking it was charming—” Mingi shoves himself off the wall and takes a single step in your direction, but that’s enough to have you pulling yourself straighter and swallowing around nothing. “You can let yourself believe he fucked you nice just ‘cause he’s got a dick nearly as big as mine, but you’re up here with me, looking to get fucked by me, and testing me and my patience so I give it to you better than he could ever hope to. But you can keep playing that game and scamper on downstairs to his lap if you wanna. I’ll wait.”

“You know I won’t do that, Min. Not when you’re offering so sweetly like this. But I appreciate how willing you are to let me have whatever I want.” You drop your head to the side and glance down the flight of stairs that’s at your back. There’s no one there — not that you expected there to be — but this shroud of privacy you have with the man can’t last that long when so many people are in the house right now. You aren’t as high as you’d like to be, not as much as usual, mostly because Mingi is making your thoughts clear up bit by bit with each step he takes in your direction. It’s wholly distracting while also keeping you honed in on every little shift in his muscles, from the twitch of his fingers around the railing as he closes in on you to the twitch hanging about the corner of his mouth. “Should I take you up on your offer the way I did with Yunho?”

“I’m a jealous person, darling. If you’re gonna want me, then you’re gonna have to want me the most.”

You let him minimize the distance between your torsos, feeling his feet stop short of yours as he leans over you with the height advantage he has. That alone is a bit dizzying solely because it lets you get an eyeful of his inked arms all the way up to where those strands of tattoos dip under the baggy fabric of his shirt and where his muscles shine through the most.

“Why don’t you look in the mirror, huh?” You push a pout onto your lips as you speak, brows drawing into a tight knot that’s hardly serious, but it makes Mingi’s harshness falter nonetheless. “Showing yourself off like this, how am I supposed to know you’re not trying to get some other girl to want you?”

He catches your bluff a moment later, unfortunately for you because you had hoped to let the charade linger in the air a little while longer, but it turns favorable when he pushes the point of his nose under your jaw.

“I can want you the most, Mingi,” you continue still. Your voice is airy like you’re already out of breath, accompanied by a sweet sigh that makes Mingi nuzzle into your warm skin even more. “Shall I prove it?”

“I shouldn’t give you what you want so easily,” he murmurs against your neck. One of his large hands sweeps up from the railing to move across your collarbone, skating over the skin and up your throat so he can cup the point of your chin and dig his thumb into your lower lip. Your teeth graze his nail but never fully latch onto the digit as he tugs harder at your chin. “Should tease you the way you teased me, but I can’t do that.”

“Do you have other plans for me then?”

Mingi pulls up from your neck at the question, eyes finding yours without hesitation and digging deep into whatever emotion you’re hiding there.

“Oh angel, I have a whole number of plans for you tonight. It’s just a matter of whether you’ll be able to go that many rounds with me.”

You huff out a laugh, partially out of disbelief, and push your tongue between the parted line of your teeth. Mingi pushes his thumb up against the tip of your tongue then and nudges his way into your mouth with little to no resistance on your part. It’s a heady sensation, letting Mingi take over like that, but it’s made even more delicious with the knowledge that you’re fully in control at the end of the night. Even now, you pull his thumb deeper between your lips to let it rest fully against your tongue, and that’s the only thing keeping you from smirking at him while you do so. When you pull off, it’s with a grossly wet pop that sounds far lewder than it should. Mingi’s neck is tinted pink.

“I should’ve done that downstairs for everyone to see, I’m sure.” As an answer to your quip, Mingi pulls his free hand up to rest against the small of your back. He tugs you away from the blunt edge of the railing, leaving you to throw a hand up between your bodies to keep your head from knocking into his chin immediately.

“I don’t want you putting on a show for anyone but me.”

“Now that’s a red flag if I’ve seen one.”

“You gonna not fuck me because of it?” He seems to know your answer without you needing to say it, and without needing to watch the way your eyes roll to the side as you smile. Still, you offer that much, if only because you know there’s a long list of red flags he could point out in return. Ever the gentleman, he doesn’t.

“I think every good girl wants a bad boy, at least a little. I happen to want you a lot.” He’s giving a marvelous show of restraint from your perspective because you can’t imagine a time when he’s gone this long without claiming your lips, but he forgoes that gesture in favor of pulling you to the opposite wall. Your body hits with a soft thud, barely an impact with his hand blocking most of the pressure he gives by nudging a thigh between your legs.

“That’s only applicable if you’re a good girl.”

“Am I not?” Your lip catches between your teeth as you pose the question, and while you’re fully aware of the answer to it, it still fills you with endless delight to see the way Mingi seethes at your audacity to ask such a thing. His hands come down strong on either side of your head — not threatening, but firmly in a way that sends a thrill of arousal straight to your gut. His thigh tenses where it rests between your legs, making it near impossible to ignore the flexing muscles that press right against your clothed crotch. You’re certain he feels it just as much as you do.

“You most certainly are not, darling.”

“What are you gonna do about it then?” His proximity makes it difficult for you to move at all, but when you start inching along the wall in an attempt to get closer to San’s door, Mingi moves like a man possessed, following your movements with his own. “Nothing drastic I hope…?” You sink your teeth into your lower lip, reaching around the edge of the doorframe to grab at the handle.

“I think you’d like it better if I did, yn.”

Your fingers twitch against the cool metal before closing around it.

“Maybe I wanna just hear if you’ve got any bright ideas in that head of yours. You’re usually quite creative with the way we do things, darling.”

“Nothing’s punishment to you. Not when you enjoy it the way you do.” He takes a step back to regard you with a sharp stare, one that is a little ambiguous in terms of emotion and leaves you wondering what exactly is on his mind as he watches you. Still, you take the chance he provides to slip in front of the door and pop it open, releasing the seal on the room and making the tension in the air spike. It becomes something even more enticing, a thing that’s not fully within reach as you have the out you were after, the metaphorical nail in the coffin to get what you’re after, and you know Mingi sees it as such himself because he drags his tongue over his lower lip and lets his gaze wander down your legs. “Would still love to make you cry on my cock though.”

You pause midway through the doorframe to eye Mingi’s expression once more. There’s a sadistic sort of grin toying at the edges of his lips as he looks back at you, dragging his eyes up from your body to land on your face once more.

“Think you can manage it?”

“I know I always do.”

There’s something dirty in the way he kisses you then, tongue breaching the line of your lips with no resistance on your part, and when his tongue presses hot and heavy against yours, you feel something clench tight in your chest. You like it best this way: when he’s rough, when he doesn’t treat you delicately and instead kisses you like it might literally be the last time he can get his hands on you, and perhaps that's what you missed so desperately with Yunho. Mingi knows your body like the back of his hand and knows how to push all your buttons and toy with your strings. Part of you wonders (and is very self-aware about it) if the reason you don’t let things go any further between the two of you is out of an innate fear that things will change if feelings were truly involved. Maybe if love was part of the equation, he wouldn’t be as willing to have you this way, or maybe you wouldn’t enjoy it as much as you do now.

When he pushes you back into the safe privacy of San’s bedroom, you loop an arm around Mingi’s waist and pull him closer into your little bubble of space. The door falls shut behind him quickly and quietly, probably an effort on his part to maintain this little bit of privacy you have. One of these days you have to hand deliver a bouquet of flowers to San for even allowing you access to his room like this, but also for keeping your little secret just that the way he does.

Those thoughts leave you quickly, however, as Mingi’s large hands start to wander lower and skate over the curve of your ass. You groan into his mouth when he squeezes your flesh in his palms. You take the cue to lift your leg along his. There’s a rush of goosebumps over your skin as his hand moves along the line of your hamstring to hook at your knee, and when he rolls his hips towards yours, there’s much more contact this time. The firm bulge of his erection presses between your legs just enough to tease — it’s not nearly enough pressure to bring you the kind of pleasure you’re searching for. Maybe that frustration leaks into your next movements, into the way you kick your leg back down and bring your hands up to Mingi’s tank to push him off you for a moment. His lips part from yours with nothing more than a thin line of spit to connect the two of you but even that doesn’t last long as you fight to change your positions. Mingi lets it happen with a growing smile tugging at the corners of his lips, barely flinching when his knees hit the edge of the bed and make him collapse to the edge of the mattress.

“Tell me what you’re thinking, baby,” he murmurs as you drop to your knees between his legs. A scoff leaves your lips.

“What’s it look like, big boy?”

He hums, hand coming up to comb over your scalp for less than a second before the soft touch turns to a firmer grip that holds you in place for the time being.

“Gonna let me fuck your pretty mouth, yeah?”

Your fingers twitch against where you’ve just let them rest on his pants. It’s hard to maintain the fight you’ve been showing up until this point simply because of how damn pronounced his cock is through those pants, and how fucking badly you want to feel him against your tongue.

“You can work for it, can’t you?” you counter through gritted teeth instead of giving in right away. Still, your hands move against the waistband of his pants and continue with their path to work them down enough to give you some access to his member within. The fingers in your hair hold tighter as Mingi shifts his hips and lets you slide his pants down to the floor.

“Thinking about my cock between those lips.” He sounds a bit dazed already, which would be a new record for you, but it comes with his hand traveling from the top of your head down to your mouth. It doesn’t take much for him to cup your jaw and press the pads of his fingers into the hollows of your cheeks. He doesn’t pinch your mouth open as he usually would, even when you pull his length out from its confines. You’re just close enough to kiss the tip, lips staying firmly shut as you tilt your head to wrap your kisses around the side of him.

“You’re always thinking about that though.” You pout just a little; it’s hard to do anything else with the control he has over your face right now. Mingi’s eyes move from your face down to where his cock rests against the curve of your lips. His other hand comes up from the mattress to take the place of the one he just had in your hair, and this time when he pinches your cheeks, your lips part just enough to welcome the leaking tip of his dick into your wet heat.

“Then open wide for me and lemme have it.” You ought to be ashamed of how hot and bothered his voice gets you, something so simple yet incredibly enticing on every level, but there’s no denying how the deep timbre of his voice sends heat right between your legs. You take him deeper into your mouth as his hand falls away from your cheeks. The one in your hair remains although it’s moreso there for him to simply touch because he clearly has no intent on doing any work himself. You don’t mind necessarily, taking your hand to wrap around the inches of his cock you can’t quite fit in your mouth without breaching your throat.

His next groan is much louder than the last little sigh of pleasure he let out, and it comes with him tilting his chin to the ceiling and leaning further back. You watch his movements carefully even with your mouth now fully occupied and hard at work. It’s equally intoxicating to watch him succumb to arousal and pleasure, and although the idea of him blindfolding you and just using his voice and hands to get you off is very enticing, you think you would miss seeing his face contort in pleasure the way it does now. You hollow your cheeks along his length as you pull up, barely stopping at the head of his cock before dipping back down to touch where your hand grips him.

Despite the lack of effort to fuck your mouth, you can see how he’s desperately trying to keep himself from doing exactly that. His lashes flutter as he blinks down between his legs to catch a glimpse of your lips stretched into an ‘o’ around his cock.

“Fuck, you’re so hot.” You slip further down on his length, cheeks sucking in around him. “On your knees, taking my big cock like that.” A harder, more pointed suck as you dip your thumb down to trace over the sensitive skin of his balls. “Baby.”

His moans turn almost guttural as you continue until you give him a moment’s rest and tug off him to press your nose along the side of his cock now. You paint his skin with little kisses along the way, tracing over the places you’ve already touched with your tongue. It feels a bit like your nerve endings are being set on fire when he takes both hands to your hair and guides your head back to take his cock into your mouth. The first upwards thrust of his hips is gentle enough: testing and prodding at the limits as well as your well-being before he drives deeper into your mouth. Shock overwhelms you merely because of how quickly he flips the switch on you, and if not for the hand you smartly kept in place at the base of his cock, you would surely choke on his member without warning.

“Don’t wanna cum yet, but fuck, you’re so pretty. Wanna cover your pretty face in cum, wanna ruin you.”

All you can do is moan around his dick and hope that it’s an answer enough for him.

“You like it, princess? Want me to make your makeup run—” he thrusts hard enough to nudge into your throat, and your throat constricts around his tip by sheer instinct “—and mark you nicely with my cum?” Tears are pricking at the corners of your eyes already just from the sheer force of his cock hitting the back of your throat, but there’s also this antsy frustration that is building up in your gut from going this long without any relief of your own. You want him to touch you desperately at this point, so much so that you take it upon yourself to retract a hand to settle between your legs and press against the sensitive nub of your clit through your underwear. Even that slight bit of relief feels so heavenly that you whine around Mingi’s cock. Eyes squeezing shut, you let your jaw go slack as he continues to use your face and work your fingers over your clit until the wetness seeps through the fabric of your panties. “You’re so fucking good, yn, letting me use you like this. Look at you getting off on it too. Like getting used that much?”

A breath of pause in his words where he inhales sharply like he’s weighing what he wants to say next. It works to his advantage because his next statement hits you like a ton of bricks, sharp and pointed and spoken with irrevocable confidence that makes your thighs tremble.

“Knew he wasn’t good enough to please you properly.”

Your moans get louder in volume only because he pulls his cock from the wet cavern that is your mouth but you’re still dazed enough to leave your lips hanging open as your fingers move faster against your cunt. Mingi doesn’t knock your hand away from the base of his length but he wraps a hand over himself nonetheless and jerks over the wet path you left on him. The sounds are sinful as can be, wet and messy to match your equally-ruined expression.

“Close your eyes, princess.” You barely have time to do that much before hot ropes of cum are spilling out over your features, painting your face from forehead to chin with no real direction, and Mingi doesn’t stop until he’s milked his cock for all its worth on you. “So fuckin’ pretty.”

His large hands move to your body, lifting you off your knees with a ridiculous amount of ease, and while you don’t want to, you’re forced to stop touching yourself as he nudges you onto the bed without further ado.

“In me, Mingi, I want you inside—”

“Shh, gotta prep you first, baby girl, I ain’t that heartless.” Even with his sweet consideration, you whine like you’ve been eternally denied what you’re after, fists balling up around the comforter as you press your face into it. Mingi lifts your hips high enough to get you to brace yourself on your knees. It makes your skirt swoop forward, assisted of course by Mingi who shoves the material up over your ass without an ounce of hesitation. The new position is hardly inconspicuous in the slightest, and well beyond the realm of suggestiveness to the point where if any one of your friends were to come in unannounced, you would have no chance of defending yourself from their suspicions. You can only hope that San and Hongjoong both remember to deter anyone from trying to use San’s room for its bathroom because you well and truly don’t want to move from this position at all. The mere thought of Mingi having you like this, bent over your form as he drills into your cunt and pins your wrists to the bed is enough to make your core clench around nothing.

“Just—” you interrupt your own train of thought with a whine that breaches your lips without thought, and Mingi is the one to elicit it from you as he drags the blunt ends of his nails over your ass while tugging your underwear down. “Min…”

“I’m not fuckin’ you until you’re in tears, baby.” If that’s his version of punishment then you consider it to be only mildly effective because you’re frustrated and pent-up enough at this point to where you might just cry for the hell of it to soften him up a bit. But then his fingers come to brush through the line of your folds, skating over the wetness that’s pooled there, and without warning, he pushes two fingers into your fluttering hole. The haste with which he does so has you releasing a noise so embarrassing that you push your cheek further into the sheets in an (ineffective) attempt to hide yourself from Mingi’s prying eyes. “Gotta see you to know when that is, yn.”

You get an eyeful of his half-grin and the sharp curve of his lips, and that’s unfortunately enough for you to tilt your head so that he can see your face a bit better.

“There’s my pretty girl.” The praise goes straight between your legs, making you clench blindly around the fingers Mingi has pumping in and out of your cunt. He curls them at the second knuckle at the same time and prods deeper inside you until he pushes up against the spot that really makes your head spin and vision go blurry. He pays such close attention to that spot that you hardly notice it when he slips a third digit into you. The sole infuriating nuance to his actions is how he doesn’t quite hit your g-spot the way you want him to: not with force or direct pressure. He merely teases the flesh around it, nudging closer and closer to it without quite giving you the satisfaction you want from it. Yet each time you open your mouth to complain about the treatment, he deliberately presses into it with one finger as though to tell you ‘see I’m giving you what you want, you can’t complain‘.

You have to keep your fists balled around the comforter to quell the shaking in your fingers, but your whole body is trembling at this point with how many times Mingi has brought you right to the precipice of a mindblowing orgasm only to steal that heat away and focus on stretching your walls around his fingers.

“H-Haven’t you — Min… come on!”

“Hm? What is it you want, baby girl? I can’t read your mind.”

“Insufferable, you’re so annoying, I can’t stand you, you’re so — ugh!” Perhaps it’s his antics that pluck at your nerves like they’re nothing more than strings for him to play with, but the unending routine of getting closer and closer to your satisfaction without truly getting it reaches its peak as you sob against the mattress and finally let tears fall.

“Shh, shh, I’ve got you, yn.” You don’t bother looking back at Mingi’s face when he pulls his fingers out of your cunt, but you are vaguely aware of his other hand coming up to brush over the tears on your cheeks. That only lasts a second before his hand comes down to rest over where yours still clenches the bedsheets so tight that your knuckles bleed white. Another sob tumbles out of you as you feel the blunt tip of his cock pushing up against your slit, and your whole body trembles under Mingi’s weight right after. He sinks his length into you slowly, letting it fill you and stretch you as he pushes inch after inch into you. “Let go of the bed, baby, I’ve got you.” You do as told without complaint or resistance this time. Mingi draws your wrists up higher along the bed until they’re both perched closer to the pillows, then he settles his hips fully against your backside, draping his form over yours.

“F-Fuck me, please, stop — stop making me wait,” you say barely louder than a whisper because your throat already feels scratchy and overused.

“Of course, pretty angel, anything for you.”

The first real drive of his cock into you is maddening at best, a sweet slide of pressure and relief that makes you cry out louder than before, and he continues to build up a steady pace that fills the air with the sounds of skin slapping against skin. You aren’t at all surprised that he’s already hard a second time; he usually pushes you to the limit with how many rounds he likes to go. Equally unsurprising is the way his thrusts quickly lose their rhythm and turn into sharp, punctuated thrusts that threaten to knock your hips all the way down to the bed. He’s muttering quite a bit in your ear — things you aren’t wholly processing because you finally get to chase that sweet pleasure you’ve been denied all this time. You aren’t aware of how noisy you’re being either until Mingi brings a hand down to tilt your mouth closer to the sheets to shush you some. You take it in stride, for whatever that’s worth, and simply clench tighter around his dick as he seeks the angle that will make you see stars.

A white-hot pleasure sears through your system with enough force to make your back curl and have you writhing under Mingi’s weight.

“Got it,” he murmurs behind you, sounding insufferably proud of himself, but you don’t have it in you to chastise him for it. What you do do, however, is free one of your hands to throw it behind you, grabbing for his hip and trying to encourage him to keep at it for your sake. He catches your wrist between his fingers before you have the chance though, and rather than pushing it back to the bed, he simply pins your arm behind your back and uses you as leverage to fuck up against that spot along your walls over and over again.

And in your defense, you don’t usually cum so quickly but he’s been teasing you and riling you up for so long at this point that you don’t find yourself embarrassed in the slightest when your walls start to pulse around his length. The euphoric pleasure is certainly worth it too, the release you were after finally sending shockwaves through your system until your toes curl and your neck hurts from the angle you’ve got it tilted at. Mingi keeps at his pace, only slowed a hair by your cunt squeezing tight around his cock, and he shows no signs of being close behind you until you’re back to sobbing into the mattress. Your core can’t keep pace with the drives of his cock, clenching and fluttering at odd intervals while Mingi chases a second high to pump into you.

“Gonna cum, baby.”

“In — inside, don’t you dare pull out.” Spoken through gritted teeth, you sound a little angry but also choked because of the tears that are still leaking out of your eyes and onto the bed. You aren’t sure if your tone is what pushes him over the edge, but you do catch the glint in his eyes as you inadvertently glare over your shoulder at him, and your only thought is that it’s simply another exciting facet to explore with him later.

His orgasm finally comes, to your relief because it means your cunt finally gets to break from his ruthless pace and the obscene stretch around his length, and it comes with a string of colorful expletives that are spoken through broken groans. You echo his groan albeit very much so not in the same kind of pleasure he’s experiencing as his weight fully collapses on top of you and nearly knocks the air out of your lungs.

“You’re so—”

“Go again?”

“No. For once you oaf, no,” you whine from under him, twisting your body as best you can like it’ll help your case. Mingi has enough energy to laugh, a full and throaty noise that always makes your heart somersault, then he’s peeling his body off yours to let you breathe easy again.

“Was I too rough?”

“Nooo, no, you were so good, Min.” His hands are already wandering to turn you over onto your back. “So fucking good, if I had the energy, I’d want you to do that several more times.”

“Yeah? That so?” He’s laughing again, either at your drawling tone or at the way you curl your arms and legs around his body to get him to lift you off the bed.

“You got cum in my hair…”

“I’ll wash it out for you.”

Showering is a feat in and of itself that you’re almost too tired to accomplish on your own, so when Mingi slips in behind you midway through and finishes washing your skin down, you’re more than a little grateful for the help. Not enough to get on your knees on that tiled floor, but grateful still.

And as is routine at this point, the two of you stumble back to San’s bed in a dark room, tangling yourselves in the sheets together like a perfectly mismatched puzzle.

“When you said maybe Yunho was trying to get me to be a real man… what did you mean by that?”

“Don’t push it, Min.” You can feel the man shifting at your back but the arm resting under your head doesn’t move, and he continues with the soft circles that he’s massaging into your skin with that hand. “We really did fuck though. It’s not some practical joke or just me trying to get under your skin. We fucked, and I liked it, but I didn’t like it the way I like it with you so I don’t think I wanna sleep with him again.”

“He remembered protection, right?”

“Yes, Min, of course he did. And if he hadn’t, I would have.”

Mingi huffs through his nose, a little indignant and very much dramatic, yet he seems to settle down just fine in the following seconds. Warm blooms over your head, a telltale sign of how close his face is to the crown of your head, and he twists his whole body to curl further around yours.

“Let’s keep at it then.”

Internally, you laugh a little solely because of how nonchalant Mingi makes it sound when the subject matter isn’t something as simple as that. Belatedly, you’re struck with a certain realization that makes your blood run cold and has you jerking in Mingi’s hold to look at the side of his face.

“What?”

“San said not to get cum on the sheets and you shoved my whole face in them!”

"It was just the comforter..."

"Just the comforter?!"

#mingi smut #ateez smut #ateez x reader #mingi x reader #ateez fic #caly.writes

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harrysweasleys · 2 years

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if my wings should fail me, lord // e.m

summary: taking care of eddie in the hospital post-bat-attack

warnings: female reader, mentions of blood, injury, hospitals, language, eddie literally being the most annoying flirt but we’re cool it’s fine, s4 v2 spoilers! my absolute terrible lack of dnd knowledge

word count: 2.4k

a/n: this isn’t a fix it fic because there’s nothing to fix haha eddie is fine what are u guys on about?

[i do not give permission for my work to be republished or reposted on any other platform.]

“Jesus Christ, Eddie, you need to sit still.”

You had repeated the damn sentence nearly forty times over the course of the last day, hands shoving gently at his bandaged shoulders to force him back down on the clean white bed.

Your own uncomfortable upholstered chair had survived being shoved around as you stood abruptly, over and over, steadying your boyfriend who was so desperate to just stand up and move.

“If I lay in a bed any longer, I swear to you, I will forget how to walk,” Eddie tossed his head back, messy curls landing on the pillow behind him, “It’s been like, seven weeks.”

“It’s been five days, Eds,” you corrected, giving him a pointed look, “You’ve barely healed. The doctor said it’ll take nearly three weeks before you find that you’re strong enough to hold your own body weight.”

Eddie had taken quite the horrid beating — he had practically been mauled alive by demobats after throwing himself into the eye of the storm to save you and Dustin. At the time, you had been devastated. Holding his limp, bleeding body in your arms as you sobbed freely. He had been fading, eyes struggling to stay open and words becoming slurred. It was truly the most gut-wrenching pain you could imagine.

It was the kind of fear you had never thought you’d experience. And hoped you’d never experience again.

But Dustin had helped you carry Eddie’s body back, rushing him to the nearest hospital that was taking “earthquake” victims, and he pulled through. He had lost so much blood — so much damn blood, you disgustingly believed it was enough to fill a swimming pool in the Upside Down. He had been pale, shaky as he woke in the blasting white lights of the Hawkins Hospital.

You hadn’t thought you’d see his eyes again. The big brown eyes that had become your home, or feel the fingers that had brought you out of stressful times by running through your hair, massaging your shoulders. Grounding you.

He was alive.

“Three weeks. That’s about as long as it takes for a kid to grow up,” his eyes were wide as he spoke to you, “By the time I’m out of here, Henderson will be married with seven kids. And they’ll be going off to college and getting married too.”

You fought a grin at his dramatics. It wasn’t surprising that he was frustrated — the Vecna issue hadn’t been solved yet, the world was still going to shit, and he couldn’t do anything to help.

“Don’t worry, I’ll tell Dustin to hold on until you’re healed before he gets married,” you leaned forwards onto the bed, elbows resting next to his side as you linked your fingers with his hand — god, you hated the little tubes and gadgets that were stuck to it — and gave him a smile, “that way you can attend the wedding. Deal?”

A small smile made its way onto his face, dimple faintly appearing, before he glanced down at you, “So long as you’ll be my date.”

You let out a laugh, shaking your head. Laughter bubbled out of his throat as well, causing warmth to spread in your chest — he hadn’t let out a genuine laugh since he witnessed everything this last week — before you gave him an answer.

“Course I’ll be your date, you twerp,” you gave his arm the lightest shove, causing him to let out another small laugh, “Who else would I go with? Besides, I think my money’s on Joyce and Hop getting married first. Those two can’t keep their damn hands off each other.”

He gave a nod, dimples still prominent in his cheeks. You absolutely adored them, the way they’d show off his smile, let you know how happy he really was. Eddie deserved happiness. He deserved everything in the world.

“You’re not wrong,” he pursed his lips before continuing, “But maybe we’ll beat them to it.” He gave a wiggle of his eyebrows, shooting you a wink and giving your hand a squeeze.

You rolled your eyes, pretending his words didn’t cause fireworks to start going off inside your head, “Beat then to what? Getting married or not keeping our hands off each other?”

“Married, duh,” he accentuated the word clearly, not even shy about the confession or anything. The last time Eddie had spoken to you about marriage, his ears had turned lightly pink and he could barely look you in the eye. But here he was now, full confidence and unwavering eye contact.

Since he had awoken, Eddie had seemed… different. He was confident. Self assured. You wondered if surviving one of the most horrific attacks in Hawkins history had done something to him. Made him feel worthy of survival, one of the few people here who knew the truth and could save more people. Eddie loved helping people, making them feel better about themselves and who they are. It was about time he felt that way about himself.

“You think we’ll get married before them?” you tilted your head to the side, resting it on the palm of your hand that was still rested on the edge of his bed, “That’s a bold prediction.”

He scoffed, rolling his eyes playfully, “Bold prediction? I don’t think so,” he leaned ever so slightly off the bed, “If it weren’t for the fact that I would collapse if I stood up, I’d be down on one knee right now, princess.”

Jesus Christ.

Your boyfriend was a menace.

“Alright, Eds,” you chuckled, bringing one of his hands up to your lips and pressing a kiss against his knuckles, “That can be the first thing you do when you get healed, okay? One step at a time.”

The smirk never left his face but he playfully rolled his eyes and crossed his arms after you dropped his hand, “Fine. Fine. Priorities, I guess.”

The light from the tiny window was cascading against his face, illuminating the light brown natural highlights that curled through his hair, the warmth of his eyes, the paleness of his skin. You tried not to focus too much on the fact that he still looked like he had lost too much blood. His usually tanned skin from smoking outdoors in the trailer park was a bit more pink — scar tissues already beginning to form across his chest and abdomen — and you could see it in his eyes as well. They were sunken in, darker. Lacking a bit of their usual mischief.

You were so damn grateful that he was emotionally and mentally feeling tip top, or else you’d be a mess seeing him like this every day. His positive, chipper attitude helped you recover as well.

“Yes, priorities,” you wiggled your finger at him, “Besides, Dustin and the little worms are stopping by in a little while, so you need to save your energy for them. Dustin says he’s bringing over everything you guys need to play a quick campaign.”

You could see the way he perked up at the mention of the Hellfire gang stopping by, but he brushed it off as he looked at you with a wiggle of his eyebrows, “Why save my energy when we can burn a couple calories right here, right now?”

“Fuckin’ hell, Eds,” you tossed your head back and let out a laugh, “Get your mind out of the gutter, would you?”

You grazed your fingers along his inner forearm as you stood from the little chair, nails snagging the gauze and causing your heart to flutter in a bad way. He was covered in bandages nearly head to toe, and the sight caused bile to rise in your throat. It was sickening to see how much damage had been done.

You approached the window as you heard Eddie behind you, turning over on his side and grabbing a handful of the snack you had brought to his side today. Well, brought seems too casual. Smuggled is more like it. Last time you had brought Froot Loops, the nurse had snatched them away before you could even ask why.

So today, you smuggled in blueberries. They’re healthy, right? Natural sugars and shit like that. That would help Eddie.

The afternoon sun was shining down on Hawkins, but the town was dead silent. No one was out. No one dared leave the comfort of their home. You couldn’t blame them, really. The only reason you left your house was to see Eddie.

You sighed, turning around to face him. You were now blocking most of the sunlight, which he seemed grateful for. You guessed it made sense — it was undoubtedly warm and stuffy under all that gauze.

“Don’t eat them all, Munson,” you grinned at him, “They’re to last the day.”

He held his blueberry-filled hands up in mock surrender, “What? I’m regrowing skin, princess. Let me get that energy that you so desperately want me to save.”

“I didn’t mean shove your face full of fruit,” you obviously weren’t going to prevent him from eating, but you had hoped he’d at least have some to last him the rest of the afternoon, “I meant sit still and relax.”

“Hard to relax when you’re around,” he wiggled his eyebrows, “If y’know what I mean.”

A flush crept through your chest at his implication, wishing more than anything that you could indeed just pounce on him and get lost in each other. But that wasn’t going to happen. Not now, not for a while.

“Of course I know what you mean,” you walked over to his bedside, standing next to him as you ran your hand through his curls, “Everyone knows what you mean.”

His eyes fluttered shut as you began to run your nails through his hair, against his scalp. He didn’t even muster up a sarcastic response, leaning into your touch and letting his muscles relax.

Eddie loved having his hair played with. Whether it be running your fingers through it as you watched a movie or cuddled in bed, or when you braided little sections of it as he led campaigns, he often found himself getting completely and utterly lost in your touch.

“Feels nice,” he hummed, head lulling to the side as your fingers made their way down to the nape of his neck. His body shivered and you felt a grin make its way to your lips as you noticed the goosebumps forming across his exposed skin. Eddie didn’t have the best rep — given to him by others, not himself — of being tough, closed off, scary. None of that applied to the real Eddie.

He was soft, caring, charming, had a wicked sense of humour, and loved to be surrounded by people he cared about. You, the Hellfire Club, his uncle, the rest of your friend group. He wouldn’t replace any of you for the whole entire world.

“Hey, hey!”

Speak of the devils.

Eddie’s eyes nearly fell out of his skull as he snapped them open, jarred by the shout of Dustin’s voice coming from the doorway. You loved the kid to bits, but, damn, he could be loud.

“Lower your voice, injured man present,” Eddie groaned, squinting at the kid as you pulled your hand away from the nape of his neck. He gave you a small pout as you sat back down on the chair, resting your arm against his but turning your attention to the gaggle of children entering the room.

Dustin carried a backpack on his shoulders, followed in by Lucas, Mike, Will, and Erica.

The glint in Will’s eyes gave away how excited he was — I mean, the kid’s adored dungeons and dragons since he was just a little squirt and meeting Eddie, who shared the same passion, was beyond thrilling for him — and a genuine, warm smile made its way to your lips.

Steve and Robin made their way in next, probably chaperoning to make sure the kids weren’t wandering off in the mess of a town.

“You two stuck on babysitting duty again?” you nudged your head towards the two older teens, both of which nodded, whacking Mike’s hand away from the blueberries on the side table, “Hey, hands off. You want you dungeon master back in good health, yes? He needs to eat these.”

Mike backed off with a chuckle as you grinned, reaching over to help Dustin take some of their stuff out of the overly-cramped backpack. How had he fit so much stuff in there?

“Listen to the nurse,” Eddie smirked, wiggling his eyebrows at you as you scoffed, shaking your head and scooting your chair out of the way, making room for the group gathering around the bed.

You looked to Eddie, his eyes lit up and a smile on his lips. That real, toothy smile you couldn’t get enough of. He laughed as the gang made jokes, gave his dungeon master performance his all; acting it out, using voices, classic Eddie shenanigans.

You sat back and watched, nearly brought to tears at the sight before you. How loved Eddie was, how happy he made those around him. The person that he was, so heavily cared for that they were willing to leave the safety of their homes in troubling times just to come see him. To be with him. To aid him in recovery.

He looked your way, eyes damn near sparkling, as he ranted about something he had just done. You were barely listening, your knowledge of the game limited, but you nodded along anyways with cheeks hurting due to how much you were smiling.

Before he turned back to the match, he gave you a smirk, mouthing “I love you” with enough softness in his gaze to nearly render you weak on the ground. If the chair wasn’t beneath you to hold you up, you’d actually become a melted pile of goo on the floor. That’s it, that’s all. There was no saving you.

Recovering smoothly and quickly, you muttered those three words back to him, causing a light flush to creep across his skin.

“I love you.”

#eddie munson imagine #eddie munson imagines #eddie munson x reader #eddie munson reader insert #eddie munson one shot #eddie munson one shots #eddie munson fluff #eddie munson fic

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alyszaen · 1 year

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~ "Doodle" - changbin x chichi ~

embedding in time: march 2023, right after "Break The Rules" word count: 1.5k summary: changbin and chichi finally talk things through warnings: hurt/comfort, fluff disclaimer: Chichi is an O/C invented by @chiskz who gave me explicit permission to create and post this. a/n: This is the final part of a 3-Part-Series, so I recommend reading part 1 and 2 first

Part One Part Two

"I'm sorry, but I can't do this right now.", her voice was quiet.

She was about to leave again, but this time he was fast enough to grab her wrist. He didn't apply any pressure, but the young woman had no fight left and let him hold her in place.

Seungmin appeared in the doorway. "Sorry guys, but you need this.", he closed the door to the practice room. The two best friends knew they were locked in when they heard a key turning in the lock. How the hell did Seungmin even get a key for the room?

"Changbin, please let me go.", Chichi turned towards the young rapper who still holding her wrist in his hand. But instead of following through with her request, he shook his head, "Please, Ichi, I just need to talk this through with you. Just hear me out. I'm begging you!" He gave her arm a small squeeze and let her go right after in hopes of having convincer her to listen to him, letting his hands slide into his pockets, "Besides, I don't think they'll let us out anytime soon, unless we talk."

The older girl sighed, before sitting on the floor in front of him. She didn't want to move over to the couch in the corner of the practice room - too afraid that it would be comfortable and she'd lean onto him like she always used to do. It was something she couldn't do anymore.

It didn't take Changbin long to sit down aswell, facing her. He thought she would not notice the way his hands were shaking. It was confusing to the fake maknae - Why was he nervous, when she was the one with a broken heart? She took a deep breath and lifted her head, finally looking into the boys eyes. "You want to talk, Changbin? So talk."

His heart ached for her calling him by his name. She always called him Binnie. Everytime without fail. But she was in too much pain to do that. And he couldn't help but hear the venom in her voice. He knew she didn't mean it - it was a mere attempt to push him away in order to reduce the pain for herself. But that didn't make it hurt any less for him. With a slightly quivering lower lip he finally started speaking.

"I want to apologize to you, bunny. I have been wanting to do that for a while now, but whenever I tried to talk to you, you did everything in your power to avoid me. You didn't even give me a chance to explain myself!", he stopped himself before the passion in his voice would become too strong and he'd get loud. He knew he shouldn't blame her. She was only trying to protect herself.

Chichi wanted to leave. She wanted to run away from this again. But she knew she couldn't. They were locked in a room by their friends and she was sure that they would not allow them to leave until they finally solved the issue that had been clouding both of their minds throughout the last days. So she bit her lower lip, sucked in her cheeks harshly and kept every mean word in her mind from spilling out. If she yelled at him again she not only would start another fight, but also wasn't sure if she would forgive herself for hurting him again. Her heart may have been broken because she lost her love, but he lost her best friend.

Changbin looked at her expectantly - wanting to get a reaction out of her. Any reaction, really. But when he saw the the pinkish color slowly drawing from how much force she was using to bite down on her lip, he knew what he needed to do.

Shuffling over to her was kind of awkward from his cross-legged position, but he still made his way over to her and got closer. He lifted his arms, streching them away from his body as a way to offer her a hug. It was a way to make sure she was okay with this - with his embrace. He would never need to ask her permission for a hug, but he wasn't so sure right now. And it didn't take long for the tears to spill out of the corners of her eyes. Her heart was racing, unable to control her emotions anymore. Chichi basically jumped into Changbins arms and after barely a second he went and closed his arms around her, successfully pressing her body into his chest. The hug was tight, but he knew she needed it.

Ichi let her tears fall, her body still shaking. She couldn't voice her fears to him. She was so sure she lost him. Yet all she really wanted was his embrace.

The younger man removed one arm from her back and put it to the back of her head. He brushed through the strands of her hair carefully, like he had done so many times before.

It was difficult for him to find the right words - he opened his mouth to speak so many times, only to close it again. But when he heard her sobs he decided to just let his words spill out. He was going to let his heart speak.

"Park Ichi, can you not tell how much you mean to me? When I wake up the first thing I think about is how much I hope we can go to the gym together again. When I fall asleep you are the last thing on my mind. I constantly think about your beautiful bright smile, especially when I am the one that makes you show it. I never stop thinking about how I can be closer to you than the day before. When you were with Seungmin, even if it was only for show, I could feel my heart break. I could feel it shatter. When I see you in a shirt you stole from me I could start crying from how adorable you look in it. And when you give it back I hope that it smells like you."

The girl couldn't see his tears, but she felt the wetness of them on her shoulder - seeping through the material of her shirt. He was shivering but continued, "I would give up everything in life to be with you. To get another minute with you. I wrote a whole damn song for you! Even STAY figured out that Doodle was about you, but you were so goddamn oblivious. And that day, when you told me how you felt about me-", he stopped in the middle of his sentence when he felt Ichi loosen their mutual embrace. She pulled back to look into his eyes. Her arms had found his back a while ago.

The hand that Changbin had rested on her head moved to Chichis cheek, softly holding his palm there. He was sunbconsciously drawing small patterns on her chin and she leaned into his touch - her eyes closing for a moment to feel his touch more vividly.

When the rapper continued talking she looked at him again. "The reason why I didn't react was because it didn't feel real. I felt like a teenager who's crush just confessed to him. Which is kind of exactly what happened, I guess.", he sighed, annoyed that he still couldn't find the right words to tell her how he felt.

Both of them stopped crying slowly, only staring into eachothers eyes. They were stuck in this moment. And all they found was pure adoration and love. For the first time in days both of them felt that comfortable piece that always surrounded them when they were together. Not a single sign of hesitancy was in either of their faces when they both leaned in simultaniously.

It felt like a firework exploded the second their lips touched. Ichi noticed that his lips were softer than she imagined, when she thought about kissing him during some intimate moments they shared. And now - for the first time - those thoughts became reality. He let out a tiny, almost inaudible, sigh into the kiss when Chichis arms moved from his back to his neck. He pulled her face even closer into his, if that was even possible.

Neither one of them wanted to release the other. Not one of them wanted this moment to end. But the need for oxygen in their lungs unfortunately won over and they pulled apart breathlessly.

When their eyes met for the nth time this day, both of them started smiling. Changbin tried to keep his smile subtle, but he couldn't stop from grinning widely. Ichi blushed visibly, but so did he.

The young man moved the thumb from her chin to her lip, touching it carefully, as if he couldn't believe what just happened and needed to relive the moment.

"Seo Changbin, I love you. So, so, so much. So much, that it hurts."

"Aishiteru, usagi."

Ichi broke out in loud laughter, "Let's work on your japanese pronounciation, boyfriend!" "Boyfriend? I like the sound of that, bunny!"

A loud knock on the door stopped the boy from puting, "Ayo, are you done being all gross now? We're all going out to eat. Wanna join us?" "Only if you pay, Seungmin!", Chichi jumped up, slid her hand into Changbins and pulled him up and towards the door. The singer let out a disapproving huff. "Maybe I'll just leave you locked in, then." "YAH, LET US OUT SEUNGMIN-AH!"

"Aishiteru, usagi." - "I love you, bunny.

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adding onto the convo about younger generations being more difficult in schools: there is nothing wrong with electronic time, and i can 100% admit to being a desktop PC kid. but here's the thing:

giving kids laptops was not A Thing when i was a kid. yes they existed, my dad had a work laptop, but i don't remember ANY kid actually bringing a laptop to school. our computer time was limited based on where the computer was, and mine was a Windows 98 in the living room that we all shared, so i didn't get it all the time.

the TYPES of games that kids play has changed. i have very fond memories of playing Pajama Sam, Put-Put, Arthur, Reader Rabbit, and Eggbert. not all of them were 'educational' games (Eggbert was just a fun platformer), but they all taught important skills for kids, and they took their time with it. i watched Game Grumps play Put-Put Saves The Zoo and they were so charmed by all of the little details and extra things that made the game fun to replay.

i'm not saying games these days don't have any merit or value -- i sure as hell can't play Geometry Dash without getting motion sick, but the kids are pros -- but the majority of games the kids at my after school program played were cookie clickers and social multiplayers where you just do mini games with friends. the educational games that i saw were lackluster; answer a question and get a reward. not like, go on an adventure and use your cognitive skills to solve puzzles and choose how to progress through the game.

and i ain't even getting into how popular Youtube is with kids as young as kindergarten age. the school blocks it, but it doesn't block videos reposted onto other sites, as i've found out.

granted, this only covers the scope of what i've seen at work, so i can't say for sure i know what's being played at home. but based on conversations that the kids have, i'm pretty sure it's most of the same thing. and it's absolutely wild to me that it's all done on school-issued electronics (which, of course, school work is electronic now), making it all that easier to produce Chronically Online kids at a young age.

#emmett speaks

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littlemoonastrology · 5 months

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All About: VIRGO ♍︎ - The Zodiac Signs

This post will cover all the basic information needed to understand Virgo, the sixth Zodiac Sign!

Take a look at my other posts to see more information on: Aries, Taurus, Gemini, Cancer and Leo!

The next one coming is Libra, the seventh Zodiac Sign.. keep a look out!

If you feel like this post has helped you feel free to Follow, Reblog or Repost (as long as I'm credited! I'm relatively new to Tumblr so I'm still learning about how all this works)!

Virgo ♍︎

Date (Only applies to Sun Signs): August 23 - September 22

Symbol: ♍︎ - The Maiden

Associated House: Sixth

Associated Degrees: 6°, 18°

Associated Energy: Feminine

Planetary Ruler(s): ☿ Mercury (Modern and Traditional)

Element: Earth

Modality: Mutable

Keywords: Strategic, Ethical, Intelligent, Selfless, Analytical, Honest

This placement can make someone very strategic, intellectual. analytical and ethical! Whilst Virgo placements have a reputation for being very conservative, organised or traditional, you'd be surprised by how unconventional and creative they can really be. This sign makes for someone very realistic and grounded, taking into consideration every little nuance in order to understand a situation and make a decision. When they dedicate their time to something they can become highly skilled before moving onto the next thing, sort of like a Jack of All Trades. However, whilst a Virgo might be skilled in practical things - they may have some issues socially and find they can be quite awkward in certain settings (unless they have developed this skill, they can become extremely charismatic!) and shy. These signs are deeply emotional, amazing at giving practical advice and great during a debate! A Virgo also loves to serve those that they are closest to, and will do their best to make sure their close friends are happy and healthy.

However, getting close to a Virgo is quite difficult and takes a lot for them to trust you - in some aspect they may be quite anxious and read into what you say... Or if you have bad intent they will easily snuff you out and make sure you won't get close to them. Maybe in some aspect of their life they had been taken advantage of at some point, been in a controlling environment or something else which resulted in them using their intellect to solve problems or develop trust issues.

When a Virgo feels incapable or worried, they might get defensive and completely refuse to open up at all - focusing on their hobbies as a way to distract themselves and feel less anxious. On the other hand, they may give in too easily and sort of become a "people pleaser" or try to be the peacemaker in a situation, only to sort of feel like they've been left the short end of the stick. They may start to overthink... a lot. In some cases when a Virgo closes up or feels tense they may even resort to methods of control over their environment (such as keeping objects neat as it allows their brain to focus on something else) or become quite snappy.

When Virgo feels safe and capable they can really develop anything, but the issue is they may not see something through long enough to fully reap the rewards, maybe become somewhat careless in what they do. When it gets to this point, it is important for someone with this placement to maintain some sort of discipline, stick to what they care about and remain grounded.

Notes/Keywords/Phrases

Zodiac Sign

Each of the Zodiac Signs are a constellation. The Zodiac Sign shows how a Planet/Asteroid/Fixed Point/House is being represented and expressed. Once a Planet/Asteroid/Fixed Point/House falls into a Zodiac Sign, it adopts the energy of it.

For example: if Mercury falls into the constellation Sagittarius, Mercury adopts Sagittarian traits. If the 6th House falls into the constellation Aquarius, the 6th House adopts Aquarian traits.

Associated House

The Houses in Astrology are dependent on the time and location of birth in a Natal Chart and there are 12 different ones. Each of these 12 Houses are then assigned to a Zodiac Sign and 1 or 2 Planetary Rulers. The Houses in Astrology show you what area of life the energy of the Zodiac and Planets/Asteroids/Fixed Points is appointed to and helps provide depth into the chart.

For example: Capricorn's Associated House is the 10th House.

Associated Degrees

When a Planet/Asteroid/Fixed Point/House falls into a Zodiac Sign constellation, it will be appointed a Degree. This Degree shows how far along the Planet/Asteroid/Fixed Point/House is in a Zodiac Sign. Each Degree is also associated with a Zodiac Sign, meaning when this Degree comes up it can nuance the way the Zodiac Sign of a Planet/Asteroid/Fixed Point/House is being represented.

For example: Mars is 6° in the Zodiac Cancer, 6° represents Virgo - therefore the Cancer Mars also takes on Virgo traits. The 2nd House is 23° in the Zodiac Scorpio, 23° represents Aquarius - therefore the 2nd House in Scorpio takes on Aquarian traits.

Planetary Ruler(s)

This phrase refers to the Planet(s) that rule a Zodiac Sign. When a Planet falls into the Zodiac Sign it has rulership over, the energy of both the Planet and the Zodiac Sign is amplified.

For example: Pisces' Planetary Ruler is Neptune.

Modern / Traditional

These words are associated with two kinds of Astrology: Modern Astrology and Traditional Astrology. Traditional Astrology refers to Astrology that was practiced before the 19th century, whilst Modern Astrology refers to Astrology that is practiced now. Some people choose to practice Traditional Astrology, some people choose to practice Modern Astrology, whilst some others might practice both types or combine them together.

Element

Each Zodiac Sign/Planet/House/Degree is associated with an Element and this covers certain traits which are unique to the Zodiac Sign/Planet/House/Degree they correspond to.

These Elements are: Fire, Air, Water and Earth.

Modality

Much like an Element, each Zodiac Sign/Planet/House/Degree is associated with a Modality. The Modality describes what the focus of a placement is and how the energy is expressed.

There are 3 different Modalities: Cardinal, Mutable and Fixed.

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btsbabe7 · 4 months

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November Prompt 27: Shy Smile

Words: 556 | Pairing: Draco Malfoy x reader

After a daunting three hour study session with your trio of best friends, you find yourself relaxing alone in the courtyard. Most students were heading to the Great Hall for dinner at this time, so it provided the perfect opportunity for peace and quiet.

The sun had already begun to cascade begin the clouds, casting brilliant golden rods throughout the sea of lavender and coral clouds. It reminded you of home and all the afternoons you spent alone on the edge of the small pond, perched against the large oak tree in the backyard. You’d have your headphones connected to a mini device your muggle friend had referred to as an iPod and you’d listen endlessly to all of the songs you’ve learned to love over the years.

On most days, bringing it out seemed to solve your issue of feeling homesick. You’d somehow convinced Dumbledore that it wouldn’t be an issue as long as no one else found out. You needed it for the days you missed your family, missed home. Much like today.

“Y/LN!” Draco snarls while stomping into the courtyard. “Done studying with your friends? Had to come out to be alone again?”

You roll your eyes at the insult that triumphed over the lyrics in your ears.

“What do you want, Draco?”

“What’s that you’re doing?” He scoffs impatiently and nods towards the device in your hand as your pull the mini bud from your ear.

“Listening to music.”

“Music on that little thing? What’s that anyways? Surely it’s not permitted on the grounds,” he inquires with a snare and raised brow.

You grab his hand and pull him down next to you, pretending to ignore the famous glare he’s sporting. You know he’s wondering why someone like you dared to touch him, but even he can’t spoil a moment like this.

Besides, it’s not that Draco disliked you. In fact, he often found himself in your company when no one else was around. It seemed that your choice of friends is what he didn’t fancy: a famous Potter, a poor Weasley, and a mudblood as his father would say for someone in Hermione’s position. You didn’t mind them. They were sweeter than most you’ve met during your time in the wizarding world and they were always dependable. Draco, on the other hand, wasn’t as consistent. His sweet side was usually lost in the company of his Slytherin friends and at the expense of his father’s harshness towards him.

“You don’t have to act tough around me, you know?” You ponder and meet his icy eyes with a shy smile.

His frown softens a bit as you squeeze his hand, somehow still intertwined in yours under the sleeves of your robes. You place one of the free buds into his right ear and relax a bit, allowing your soul to get swept back into the softness of the rhythm.

Draco visibly relaxes. The wrinkles on his forehead slowly dissolve, the scrunch of his lips soften, his shoulders unclench from their position near his ears. The lyrics of “The Night We Met” flow softly through your eardrums and Draco’s eyes find yours in the brilliant sunset.

Absolutely no words are spoken, but somehow, in this moment, you can understand every unspoken word that lingers at the tip of his tongue.

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mikathemonster · 1 year

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Idk if I’m doing this right but can u write fluff of some kind with dialogue prompt #1 with Kili x fem!reader? Whatever comes to mind, if not no biggie, thanks sm!!☺️

"a ‘spark’ of an idea"

author's note: this one was actually really fun, considering i decided to use an old WIP to write this! I apologize if the pacing feels a bit rushed, I've been writing while sick with covid :( (based on this post)

Pairing: Kíli / Female Human Reader

Word Count: 1,198

summary: despite being Gandalf’s apprentice, you yourself cannot conjure any magic. but that doesn’t stop you from trying to prove yourself to a certain dwarven prince...

content warnings: fire, sparks, smoking

DO NOT REPOST OR COPY. MINORS/AGELESS BLOGS DO NOT INTERACT.

“Gandalf, we have a problem.” You said, out of breath from running to hunt down the wizard.

“And I suppose you expect my aid in this issue?” The grey wizard said, blowing smoke from his pipe. Oh, how you wished a puff of the old toby would help you. But alas, this problem was bigger than simple weed from Southfarthing.

“Well yes, that was the idea,” you huffed, sitting next to him as you tried to regain your breath and your composure. You had hoped your mentor would be a little more gracious in your current time of need.

“I know very well of your problem, dear Y/N,” he said. “But it is yours to solve just as it was yours to create.” You groaned at his wisdom. Of course he already knew what you had done, he was a wizard! All wise but ever mischievous, was he. You had learned that well from traveling with him here and there as his apprentice, his aid.

“Then can you at least lend me a branch over here?” You said, a little frustrated. “I don’t even know where to start.”

Another puff came from the old grey man as he blew terrific smoky shapes into the air. “My suggestion is simple,” he said. “Put your foot in front of the other and start walking. No problem was ever solved by laying about and whining.” Rather short than his usual pep talks, but you didn’t have the energy to pry. He must have a lot on his mind, you thought.

And that’s how you found yourself storming in the direction of the forges, intent on requesting backup to help with your plan. Backup, you thought, in the form of a certain toymaker and miner.

You searched the many workstations within Erebor’s grand forges, the heat of the halls causing a heated glow about your face as you desperately worked to seek out the dwarf with twin curled braids.

“Bofur!” You called out, running to catch up with the dwarrow who seemed like he was gathering supplies for his next projects. “Bofur, I need your help. We have a problem.”

“Ah, Y/N,” the older dwarf smiled as he saw you. Always a good day to see a friend, he thought as he stopped what he was doing. “And it’s another Monday, what’s your point?”

You drew in a breath, fiddling with your hands as you swallowed your dignity to explain the situation. “So, I was playing a game with Fíli and Kíli, and we were all taking dares from one another when Kíli dared me to perform magic in front of him.” You said.

“You can do magic?” Bofur asked. You shook your head.

“Not at all!” You said. “But I couldn’t say that in front of them, so I told Kíli that if he met me here tomorrow night, I’d conjure fireworks for him.”

“Why didn’t you just tell the truth, lass?” He said.

“Because!” You whined. “You’re all master crafters and fighters and skilled in practically everything! I wanted to have some sort of special talent.”

“Oh, come now, Y/N,” he said, frowning. “Don’t sell yourself short. You’re already quite special yourself, you know?”

“You don’t have to flatter me, you know,” you said, sighing. Bofur shook his head.

“I’m serious! It takes quite a deal of strength to be able to put up with those two,” he grinned, pushing you with his elbow teasingly. “Come, we can talk more in my workshop. It’s a bit stuffy in here, eh?” You nodded silently, following him.

A few twists and turns later through the great bedrock halls led you to Bofur and Bifur’s toyshop, the shelves inside littered with works in progress and completed toys of various types. Bofur set his collection of parts down on a huge table that was covered in scrolls and blueprints before he turned back around to face you, giving you his full attention.

“Now, lass,” he said. “What do you expect me to do to help you?”

You drew a breath, knowing you were going to sound crazy. “Alright, here’s my plan.”

And the stage was set! It took all day yesterday to fully plan it out with Bofur, but you were ready. And quite excited! Gods, you just couldn’t wait to see the look on Kíli’s face when you pulled this off. Now all you needed to do was keep your cool and stick to your script, which you hoped Kíli would goad you into easily.

Soon, he was meeting you at the entrance of the Great Forges, an eager grin on his face as the lights of the fires lit both of your faces. “Y/N, you won’t hold out on me, will you?” He asked with a cheeky smile, and you rolled your eyes.

“Oh, of course not! How could I dare to upset you? Now, if you’ll excuse me, I have to go make a scene.” And with that, you turned away, quickly walking towards the forges, which were eerily quiet and empty tonight.

Kíli seemed to fall for your trap, raising a brow as he followed after you. “Where are we going?”

“Well you see, my magic is most powerful near fire,” you said, fibbing your ass off as you worried about how effective your plan would be. As soon as the two of you would enter the forge, you knew Bofur would set it in motion.

Kíli seemed to feel satisfied with this answer as he nodded. “I see, fireworks and fire makes sense.”

You nodded as well, glad he took it without question. And soon you both crossed the threshold, you threw your arms in the air, hoping Bofur would see the signal. It was time to begin.

“What are you doing?” Kíli asked, coming up close behind you.

You threw a playful smirk, trying your best not to give away how nervous you were. “I’m just warming up.”

“Then by all means,” he said, taking a step back to give you some space.

And with a big breath, it was time to begin. You rubbed your hands together, creating a warm friction as you kept up this little pretend of yours. You threw your hands up in the air, stretching your arms as high as they could go, and with a large crashing sound, sparks flew everywhere from a balcony high above. A curtain of glowing orange sparks fell on both sides of you, bouncing on the stone floors once or twice before going dimmer and dimmer, and eventually out.

Kíli’s jaw practically fell to the floor, his attention fully transfixed on you as he gazed at you with awestruck eyes. It was so beautiful to see, and so captivatingly shocking that he hadn’t moved the gears in his mind enough to try and figure out what was actually happening. For right above you two, hidden on a balcony, Bofur and Bifur were busy grinding metal as silently as possible to create such sparks as they flew down to where you and Kíli stood.

“By Durin himself,” Kíli said. “I should have never doubted you.”

“Oh, Kíli,” you replied. “The show isn’t over yet.”

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frozensunflowersandlilies · 8 months

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Arendelle Castle Rooms: The final part | Analysis

Eee! It's the final part. Finally all the rooms from the franchise so far all collected together to make sense of where everything is in the Castle. They're arranged by direction.

Before you dive in, if you already haven't checked out the individual breakdowns for each of these rooms. Here's the last breakdown.

Front:

Top left: Chapel (ref: Coronation in 'Frozen')

Below that: Gallery (ref: "For the first time in forever' in 'Frozen')

Below that: Library (ref: "For the first time in forever" in 'Frozen')

Below that: Spiral stairs tower (ref: "Love is an open door" in 'Frozen')

Below that: Corridor between the spiral stairs (ref: "Making today a perfect day" in 'Frozen Fever')

Bottom left: The (Second) Great Hall (ref: "Ring in the season" in 'Olaf's Frozen Adventure')

Below that: Spiral stairs (ref: "Making today a perfect day" in 'Frozen Fever')

Top right: Anna's bedroom (ref: concept art)

Below that: Iduna and Agnarr's bedroom/ balcony (ref: "Some things never change" in 'Frozen 2')

Bottom right: Castle dungeon (ref: Elsa's capture in 'Frozen')

Bottom centre: Courtyard/ Main castle entry (ref: 'Frozen Fever')

Front closeup:

Top left: Unknown room's balcony (ref: "For the first time in forever" in 'Frozen')

Top right: Swing (ref: "Making today a perfect day" in 'Frozen Fever')

Bottom: Iduna and Agnarr's bedroom/ balcony (ref: "Some things never change" in 'Frozen 2')

Inside front:

Top left: Chapel (ref: Coronation in 'Frozen')

Top right: Right side castle entry (ref: Elsa leaving Arendelle in 'Frozen')

Bottom: Barn (ref: Kristoff making stew in 'Olaf's Frozen Adventure')

Bottom right: Garden (ref: "For the first time in forever" in 'Frozen')

Above that: Inside entrance to the garden (ref: "Making today a perfect day" in 'Frozen Fever')

Right side:

Top: Meeting room (ref: After the flashback in 'Frozen 2')

Bottom: Right side castle entry (ref: Elsa leaving Arendelle in 'Frozen')

Left side:

Bottom: Castle lighthouse ("Love is an open door" in 'Frozen')

Back:

Top left: 3 back main triangular windows (After "Love is an open door" in 'Frozen')

Top right: unknown room's balcony (ref: "Making today a perfect day" in 'Frozen Fever')

Bottom: Elsa's bedroom (ref: Concept art)

And there it is! Where I think these rooms are in the castle. If I missed any out or made an error somewhere please let me know 🥺

I can't wait to update this when Frozen 3 comes out. Now I see some people getting impatient but it was only just announced and with the writers strike going on it might be delayed a little. But I hope the new director solves the issue the previous films had of Elsa leaving Anna. The sisters deserve to be together 🥹 But that's for another post! I'm just so excited for F3 because either way it's Frozen and I love it so much!

So much to talk about - I can't wait to tell you all in other posts!

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Much appreciated! Stay cool! 😎❄️

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sea-dukes-assistant · 10 months

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ATTN: The boomers that follow me for some reason

The abuse I'd been getting since this started dropped off roughly 2016, when I told Rachel if she wanted to have a say in what I post, she can pay me. It picked back up roughly the same time Harry was outed as being with his current wife, at the time of the Karen Occupation, and been on the upswing ever since.

For the longest time, I never understood why I received so much negative attention from your particular niche in this fandom. I never spoke to you, minded your business, nor knew you existed, yet you felt the need to mind mine, scold me, yell at me, and speak to me as though I do not deserve respect and decency, perhaps going so far as to hoping one day I'd just eat a bullet.

The theory, which is disturbing at best, for why you project your insecurities onto me (and only me) is that you can't fathom mine and younger generations being so "ourselves" because that was not a thing when you grew up. I'm sorry that was the way it was, but that is not how it is now. Times change, often for the better, even from when I was growing up in the '90s. I'm thankful for this. You lot, however, seem to have taken the fantasy/ideology of "what a man should be" and decided you are disgusted/upset that I do not fall into that mold. So you come into my house and shit all over the place like you ain't got no home training, sending me homophobic messages, personally insulting me and my intelligence, telling me I need to "get my head checked (I've had 2 neuro-pysch exams I promise you my brain functions just fine)," and going out of your way to make me hate myself. Why? So you can fix me and make me the "alpha male" of your fantasies. It's like some form of conversion therapy. This is why you're so obsessed with me. I'm not bitter that nobody else is being hated on; I'M BITTER THAT I WAS/AM SINGLED OUT.

Quite frankly, that's fucking disturbing. I'm 36. I'm a regular guy, enlisted, trying to make it through the next 10 of my career without further damaging my already broken body. I'm nobody. But y'all out here harassing me for *checks notes* living my life and being happy. Not even a single shred of empathy. Just fuckin' "SEND IT" with the constant degradation and berating and lecturing. Fuck sake I serve this country with pride, nearly had the national ensign over my casket and folded and handed to my mother before I hit 30, and this is how y'all gonna act towards me, after walking around with your metaphorical dick out, posting boomer ass Facebook graphics yelling "REPOST THE FLAG OR YOUR A COMMIE?" THAT is some fucking disrespect, not a royal in an honorary position of rank wearing a service's uniform. It's fucking disgusting...oh I'm a "brave PATRIOT" until you find out I wanna fuck some hot British guy's brains out. Then I need to shut up and "eat shit and die."

I'm not a project. I'm not responsible for your issues. I'm under no obligation to be nice to you. Your baggage is not mine to carry. You are responsible for your own behavior. I do have intellectual superiority; this is not me swinging my dick, it is fact. My ASVAB score qualified me for everything except the nuclear field. I learned college-level electronics theory in 9 months. I've had a combined 10 months of specialized training on specific systems, the most recent being the AN/GSC-52B MET. This last advancement cycle I scored in the 93rd percentile overall IN THE ENTIRE GODDAMN NAVY. My job is entirely critical-thinking, problem solving, and written/verbal communication. PEOPLE COULD DIE IF THE AIR TRAFFIC CONTROLLERS CAN'T SEE THE PLANES. I have to explain to idiots officers with degrees why I can't connect a system carrying classified data to their unclassified computer to they "don't have to get up" to look at the console. Between you there's...what, 10 brain cells? You think tabloids are classic literature. IT IS A FUCKING FACT, BRENDA.

Oh and the "I hate that you were treated like that/you didn't deserve that BUT" can be shoved up your ass, as well. If that were the case, you wouldn't continue your anonymous! tirade about how I'm a fuck up, need to be nicer, how I'm treated is entirely my fault, and using Prince Philip, who is very much dead despite my wishes, as a way to emotionally manipulate me (an entirely different level of Fucking Disgusting).

The entire fucking audacity. Take your own advice and look in the mirror. YOU are the reason I'm so fucking stressed. YOU are the reason I fucking hate it here and want to leave. YOU are the reason I'm so fucking "rude" and on defense all the time. DEALING WITH YOU IS FUCKING EXHAUSTING.

#it's long I'm sorry #<- that's what Sea Duke said #but there's only so much bullshit I can take #I'm not joking when I tell y'all I hate it here #not my best work but it's honest #boomer women be miserable and I'm not here for that shit #it's very disrespectful to bae

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itsimaginetime · 2 years

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How wolf!Ateez met hybrid!reader

DO NOT REPOST OR TRANSLATE

Genre: supernatural , fluff , slight angst, suggestive

Pairing: Wolf!(Sub)Ateez x Hybrid!(Dom)Reader (the reader is gender neutral and referred to by they/them pronouns)

❗EVERYTHING IN THIS IMAGINE AND ALL IMAGINES I WRITE IS CONSENTUAL AND FICTIONAL , FOR EDUCATIONAL AND ENTERTAINMENT PURPOSES ONLY❗

Notes✏: Inspired by @ja3hwa 's Wolf Ateez x Bunny Hybrid reader series (Thank you so much Jae for letting me write this♥️)

This took quite some time to write but I absolutely love it omg (also there is LORE!!!)

Word count📖: 4k words @itsimaginetime

Hongjoong:

⚠description of an injury and some cursing⚠

As the alpha of his pack , Hongjoong was the one who had to solve any sort issue that threatened their safety. So it's only natural that when one of his lead hunters comes back from a hunting trip injured , limping and mumbling something along the lines of "I never knew squirrels were that aggressive" before he passed out , Hongjoong was on the case immediately , all he could possibly think was 'A squirrel? Those tiny nut hoarders? Really?'

Taking Seonghwa, his right hand, and traveling to the area that the hunter was supposed to be in aka the outskirts of their property to find absolutely nothing after multiple hours of searching. @itsimaginetime

Thinking logically, Hongjoong decided to wait until the hunter recovered enough to go with them and show them where he found this seemingly deadly squirrel.

Now imagine Hongjoong's surprise when said hunter took him and his right hand to the forest instead of the near outskirts of their property , and if that wasn't enough , imagine his shock when he didn't find a squirrel but in actuality an injured squirrel hybrid cleaning a nasty bite on their shoulder in the nearby river. @itsimaginetime

Feeling guilt and a strange warmth overtake his body , he approached them cautiously as they turned around to stare at him , lifting a brow at him before looking at the hunter who was the cause of their injuries , glaring at him while backing away from the alpha.

"Hey , we're not here to hurt-"

"Not here to hurt me? Then why the fuck is that asshole who basically demolished my shoulder staring me down like he wants to finish the fucking job?" @itsimaginetime

Which made Hongjoong realize, 'wait, why the fuck did his lead hunter come to the forest and try to hunt down a squirrel hybrid?'

Hongjoong turned towards Seonghwa , ordering him silently to go back to the pack along side the now suspicious hunter.

As they left , Hongjoong turned back to see the squirrel hybrid continuing to clean their shoulder. As he watched them , he decided to approach them once more slowly as to not scare them but it seemed that they weren't scared in the slightest as they spared him a simple glance before continuing with their original task. @itsimaginetime

"I'm sorry" Hongjoong whispered as he stood directly Infront of them now , they hummed , uninterested before responding ;

"Are you gonna keep staring or are you gonna actually help me with my shoulder?"

"I- yes, I mean no , I mean, of course I'll help"

And that's how the squirrel hybrid , Y/n , ended up going back with Hongjoong to his pack to get their injuries tended to. @itsimaginetime

Seonghwa:

Soft humming startled Seonghwa slightly as he walked through the forest unassumingly , the sound was mesmerizing in a way , it took his breath away. He only went to the forest to pick some cherries for the pregnant Luna of the pack who was , to say the least , very picky about her cravings , following the orders of the alpha of the pack and also his best friend , Hongjoong , to "go get my baby her cherries" as he would say.

Looking to the side he saw a soft looking bunny hybrid gently picking all the cherries off the bushes , collecting them in their little basket.

"Ummm, excuse me?" @itsimaginetime

Said hybrid turned around gingerly , a soft smile on their face as they greeted Seonghwa with a soft "oh , hello there" and going back to picking their cherries.

For a bunny hybrid , they're very chill and relaxed around a predator like Seonghwa , not even bating an eye as he walked to stand in front of them , the cherry bush separating them.

"May I have some of those cherries, please?"

The hybrid looked at him with a smirk before saying "What happened to hello? My name is?"

Flustered , Seonghwa spoke in a jittery fashion, fidgeting with his hands as he responded;

"H-hello, I'm Seonghwa." @itsimaginetime

"And I'm Y/n. Now , why would you , a stranger to this part of the forest , come to someone who's lived here for their whole life and ask for their resources?"

"This is the only place I know that has cherries"

"And why do you need cherries, Seonghwa?"

The way Y/n said Seonghwa's name had him feeling giddy and in a weird way , happy. But now's not the time to explore these unusual feelings, he needs to get these cherries as soon as possible. @itsimaginetime

"The Luna of our pack has been craving them and to be honest with you, I fear her wrath"

The soft giggle that escaped Y/n's alarmingly kissable lips had Seonghwa weak in the knees as he stared at their immaculate beauty.

"And what do I get from sharing my supper with you?"

"Anything you want" @itsimaginetime

He was desperate , he needed these cherries , not only will he face their Luna's wrath , but more importantly, he'll face Hongjoong's wrath , which isn't dangerous , but it's hella annoying in Seonghwa's humble opinion.

"Anything?" @itsimaginetime

Y/n walked around the bush , pushing themselves into Seonghwa until he was backed up against a tree and the hybrid's body.

"You know, just because I'm a bunny doesn't mean that I'm not dangerous and it certainly doesn't mean that I won't ask for something... indecent..."

Seonghwa gulped at the implication but before he could even think to respond , Y/n stepped away , smiling at the blush that overtake his handsome features before taking a handful of cherries and putting them in Seonghwa's slightly shaking hands.

"Let's make a deal , shall we? Here are some cherries and all I ask for in return is for you to come visit me from time to time. It gets quite lonely here" @itsimaginetime

"O-of course, I'll visit. Thank you"

Seonghwa scurried off clumsily, hearing the gentle humming once more that he heard when he first saw Y/n , only difference is that now instead of being startled , he felt a strange sort of giddiness in his heart.

Yunho:

⚠description of a person being unconscious⚠

Yunho continued on his path back to the pack , returning from his daily walk , peacefully humming to himself as he entered the pack's territory only to see a fluffy tail peaking from a nearby bush. @itsimaginetime

Getting rightfully curious and a little worried , he approached the bush gingerly, being completely alert and ready for any possible threat , only to hear a small and pained whimper come from the foliage. As he got closer , he finally got a glimpse of the source of his confusion.

An unconscious golden retriever hybrid , curled up in the vulnerable fetal position as their body shook violently, their clothes tattered and sliding off their body as the cold bite at their exposed skin. They seemed to have been in a life threatening fight based off their disheveled appearance. @itsimaginetime

Yunho felt a soft pull in his chest , a pull that asked him , no, BEGGED him to help the struggling creature , to take care of them at all costs and most importantly , find whoever did this to them and make them pay.

As Yunho reached down to pick up the hybrid, he felt his knees give out at simply touching their skin. As he fell to the ground with a thud , he began to panic.

Yunho has always been able to lift anyone he wanted to lift so why wasn't he able to even touch this mysterious hybrid?

Determined, Yunho attempted to grab the hybrid once more only to moan out in a mixture of pain and pleasure , bending over in sheer shock as his eyes widened. @itsimaginetime

'no...there's no way...' He thought as he proceed to howl for his pack to come help him.

If his suspicions are correct ,he might have made the discovery of a lifetime.

One thing he's not suspecting , rather he's sure of, is that his body , mind , soul and wolf combined are going crazy over this strange hybrid. @itsimaginetime

Yeosang:

Closing his book , Yeosang sighed gently as he looked at the lake he sat next to, admiring the shining surface of the seemingly magical water.

For as long as he could remember , he has always visited said lake , peacefully sitting there until , like always, a maltese hybrid would approach him and sit next to him in comfortable silence. @itsimaginetime

This phenomenon has been occuring since he first visited the body of water and he found it honestly endearing as the maltese hybrid, named Y/n as he came to know over the course of their limited conversations, would bring snacks for them to share , blankets to sit on and books to read.

"Hello" @itsimaginetime

Yeosang lifted his head hurriedly as he saw Y/n smiling down at him before sitting next to him on the grass , putting a bag full of snacks between them.

"Hi , you're a little late"

"Yeah ,sorry. The grocery store was really crowded today". @itsimaginetime

Yeosang always wondered how even though Y/n was a full fledged hybrid , they lived in the bustling city without being found out , without someone accidentally seeing their tail and/or ears. He never questioned them out loud though, he had a feeling that they will tell him when the time is right.

"I'm sorry to keep you waiting"

"Nah, it's ok."

Yeosang reached into the bag of goodies, pulling a bag of chips , opening it up and digging in immediately. @itsimaginetime

He could hear a soft chuckle from beside him before a hand gently grabbed his chin and turned him to face Y/n as they leaned in , slowly , cautiously.

Yeosang couldn't believe his eyes. Was Y/n about to...kiss him?

He closed his eyes as his heart beat out of his chest, trying to mentally ready himself for the inevitable... @itsimaginetime

He felt a wet sensation against the corner of his lips. Opening his eyes hesitantly ,he witnessed Y/n licking the corner of his lip before pulling away , grabbing their own bag of chips while explaining that "you're such a messy eater ,Yeo. There was a huge crumb on your lip"

'Doesn't mean you had to lick it off!' Is what Yeosang thought to himself.

He wasn't complaining though, his heart did jumping jacks in his chest and his wolf howled in absolute delight. @itsimaginetime

San:

⚠a child gets lost⚠

"shur , have you sheen a cat eyebrid hewe?" (Sir , have you seen a cat hybrid here?)

San turned abruptly at the sound of a child calling for him , witnessing a little kid of around 4 years old with cute cat ears and a tail that were , in San's humble opinion , so frickin adorable.

"A cat hybrid? No , I haven't seen one. Why? Are you lost?" @itsimaginetime

The child nodded softly before answering verbally ;

"I losht my shibalings while fowowing a butterfwy..." (I lost my siblings while following a butterfly)

"Where was the last place you saw them? I can help you find them if you want"

The child looked hopefully up at San , grabbing his hand gently before pulling him in the direction where they got separated from their family. @itsimaginetime

Reaching an open area surrounded by trees in an almost perfect circle ,San could only stare. It looked absolutely beautiful , it shocked him how he has never come across such an area.

"...we came hewe to shee mama and dada but I got distwacted..." (We came here to see mama and dada but I got distracted)

"See them...?"

"Mhm" the kid hummed before turning to face San.

"They live hewe" (they live here)

San's face distorted into a confused expression at that sentence.

"Live...here...?" @itsimaginetime

San looked around , not a sight of a house or living space near by.

Before he could ask more , a sound from his far left interrupted his train of thought.

"MIREYA!" (pronounced 'Miy-REY-aa')

The child , who San assumed was Mireya , looked to the side before smiling as they got engulfed into a hug by another cat hybrid who's ears and tail matched Mireya's. San assumed they are related in some way.

"Where'd you run off to?"

"Got losht and nishe man hewp me" (Got lost and nice man help me)

"Mira, what did I tell you about talking to... strangers?". @itsimaginetime

San watched in awe , feeling his wolf swoon immediately at the sight of the adult hybrid.

"But Y/n , I wash losht and nishe man looked nishe" (But Y/n , I was lost and nice man looked nice)

"Oh , you're just too naive , aren't you?"

Y/n looked at San for the first time and oh San knew it was over for him right then and there. Those piercing eyes made his lower lip wobble and his mouth water at the sight.

Holy shit. Yeah , he was definitely screwed.

"Thank you...umm"

"San , name's San" @itsimaginetime

"Ah" Y/n nodded before lifting their sister , Mireya aka Mira , into their arms ; "Well , thank you , San. We'll get going now"

And with that , Y/n took their leave ,their sister in their hold , and San had to fight off his wolf when it begged for him to do something, ANYTHING to spend just a few more seconds with the cat hybrid and their sister.

Mingi:

⚠description of the beginning of heat⚠

Mingi didn't wanna do this , he really didn't. But he had to , he has no other choice.

He was currently sat in a huge outdoorsy party that his pack and the neighboring pack have organized as a sort of "get to know each other" event to make sure they don't mistake each other as rogues if they bump into each other in the wild. @itsimaginetime

Mingi had to admit , it's a genius idea to have two packs , which we're already bound by a peace treaty , get to know each other so that they don't accidentally disturb the agreed upon lack of hostility. But oh how he hated these sort of social events.

Out of the corner of his eye , he could see a person walk out of the party and in the direction of a more secluded area. @itsimaginetime

Being on guard duty along with Jongho and Yunho , Mingi was responsible for everyone's safety so he had to follow whoever that person was to make sure they're not up to no good.

As Mingi followed this person out of the loud party , he could smell a soft aroma of vanilla waffles on a sunny sunday morning.As he picked up on the smell , his hand automatically reached for his pocket , pulling out a scent suppresser and quickly slapping it on his scent gland , alerting the person in front of him as they turned and looked at him for a second before smirking and saying;

"Nice smell , omega"

Shit

OH shit @itsimaginetime

Not only did this unknown wolf figure out that Mingi is an omega by only smelling him from afar for less than a second but they also caused Mingi's heart to thump in his chest out of dread and a bizarre sense of...relief...

Mingi was going through a whole dilemma in his mind. While the rational part of him was distraught by the reveal of his secondary gender , his wolf seemed relieved over the fact that this stranger found his smell to be nice.

"You should get going , omega. Go get some rest"

Mingi looked at the stranger with a confused look before said stranger started approaching him , stopping in front him , a reasonable distance between them.

"I think I may have triggered your heat early. I can smell it on you." @itsimaginetime

Mingi's eyes widened. How could they tell so easily? They only smelled a dissapated version of his scent yet could deduce from it that he's an omega with a triggered heat. SPECIFICALLY a triggered heat. How could they tell it was triggered?

"Don't think too much about how I know , I just do. Now please, go rest. I'll go back to the party in a few minutes , I just wanna get some fresh air"

Mingi felt his lower abdomen clench at their voice. Fuck , they were right when they said that they triggered his heat. It's so intense that Mingi didn't notice the fact that his legs gave out on him until he felt a pair of hands holding his shoulders steady.

"Fuck , it's that bad?" @itsimaginetime

The heat triggerer lifted their head , seemingly looking for someone.

"Do you know them?"

Mingi looked up at them , following their hand with his eyes that pointed to Jongho. He nodded.

"What's their name?"

"J-jongho" @itsimaginetime

They hummed before taking a deep breath and-

"JONGHO!"

Mingi felt an involuntary whimper escape his lips at the growl in their throat as they called out to Jongho who turned towards them , surprised to see a stranger from the neighboring pack kneeling infront of his hyung who looked positively in pain.

Jongho ran towards them , kneeling immediately next to his hyung.

"Hyung , what happe-"

"He got his heat early and as you can tell , it's pretty fucking intense. Make sure he gets some rest , please" @itsimaginetime

Jongho was definitely confused as to why this stranger seemed so worried about Mingi's wellbeing but what shocked him more is that they figured out he's an omega.

Before Jongho could voice out his worries , the stranger spoke;

"Don't worry , his secret is safe with me. Now , get going!"

Jongho didn't have time to try question them as Mingi's case worsened as he moaned in pain , putting his head instinctively on the wolf from their neighboring pack. @itsimaginetime

The young wolf lifted his hyung in his arms with ease , thanking the stranger with a gentle "thank you" which the latter only smiled back softly as Jongho hurried back so that he could bring Mingi to his room as soon as possible despite Mingi's delirious speech consisting of "no ,no , want Y/n , no".

Jongho assumed that Mingi knew the stranger on a first name basis , deciding to question him about it later.

Little did he know, Y/n never told Mingi their name. @itsimaginetime

Wooyoung:

Wooyoung swears he isn't crazy , he SWEARS. However, he's starting to think that he lost his mind cause how the fuck can ONE DOLPHIN live in a LAKE all on it's own?

Dolphins are social animals , he knows that, but this dolphin seems to be alone , in a lake in the middle of a forest full of wolfs and other sorts of hybrids.

He saw it. He swears he saw a dolphin's tail just mere seconds ago. But then again, it's the middle of the night and the moon was the only source of light so he couldn't really rely on his eyesight that much.

But he could rely on his sense of smell and oh the scent that reached him was heavingly.

It smelled like the soft ocean breeze on a walk by the beach at dawn. Very specific , he's well aware but that's just what that scent represents to him. It reminds him of a distant childhood memory that he remembers fondly, even if he only remembers a few scenes from it , he's grateful nonetheless.

The soft ocean breeze on a walk by the beach at dawn. That scent invaded his memory entirely. The younger version of himself, about 7 years old, walked on the beach , happiness invading his body as it was the first time he'd see the ocean in person, he walked until the small waves reached his knees , his parents sitting a good distance away from the water as they watched closely over their child. Not closely enough apparently.

Little Woo could smell the figure approaching him before he saw it. Its smell matched the atmosphere beautifully. The soft ocean breeze on a walk by the beach at dawn , but as the figure got closer and closer , he could smell a mixture of peaches and cream mixed into the oceany scent. Wooyoung never thought that he'd fall in love with a scent , let along remember it many years later yet fate is funny , isn't it?

The younger version of him watched in awe as the upper torso of a child around his age emerged from the waters , lower body hidden discreetly under the waves.

They stared at him , their eyes resembling a mini ocean of sorts , mesmerizing and captivating in all ways.

"Wow" It's all he could really say. Love at first sight is all he could describe it as. His first love. His childhood love. One look had him buzzing like a happy little bubble bee. @itsimaginetime

Speaking of bubble bees , the buzzing near his ear had him jumping out his memories and back to reality , jumping so hard that he fell into the lake.

Wooyoung gasped as he pulled his head out of the water hurriedly , spitting out the liquid that invaded his taste buds.

"You're still as cute as I remember , little wolf"

Wooyoung's eyes shot open at the voice, it's not one he knows , but the simple nickname , along with the scent of the soft ocean breeze on a walk by the beach at dawn coupled with peaches and cream intensifying greatly had him in shock. @itsimaginetime

Not believing his senses , he turned around only to be faced with a sight he never thought he'll ever see again.

You.

Jongho:

⚠mentions of someone being bedridden⚠

Jongho's surprise is unmatched when the pack's alpha ; his hyung Hongjoong; asked of him , Yunho and Mingi ; the pack's official guards ; to go check on the darkest part of the forest that's within their territory for an alleged bear that lives within that area.

"A bear?" The youngest asked at the mention of the animal. @itsimaginetime

"Yes, as unusual as it sounds , a bear. According to our hunters , they saw it around the obscure part of the forest at night only recently. So far , it hasn't attacked or approached anyone, so all I'm asking of you is to check up on it and make sure it's harmless."

With that order, the three guards took their leave , soon reaching the part of the forest they needed to reach.

Once there, they decided to split up to cover more ground , Yunho and Mingi together while Jongho went on his own.

As Jongho walked in the opposite direction of his hyungs , he spotted a patch of fur which quickly disappeared behind the trees.

Determined, Jongho followed the creature , slowly as to not scare it , he kept at it for the better half of an hour , forgetting his hyungs entirely and getting enamored by this mysterious being. @itsimaginetime

Reaching a cave , he witnessed the patch of fur in it's true form of a bear clearly as it transformed before his eyes , turning into a beautiful hybrid with soft bear ears and a cute tail. Jongho tried his best not to stare at their body as they entered the cave and he followed silently.

"How have you been , mom?"

Jongho's eyes widened as the hybrid approached another bear hybrid laying on the ground, seemingly sick.

"A little better , honey". @itsimaginetime

The younger bear hybrid hummed gently before talking again;

"You're not subtle , wolf. What do you want?"

Jongho almost jumped out of his own skin at being mentioned. Was he really that obvious?

"Let me guess, here to chase us away?"

"No!"

The hybrid turned to face him , eyeing him up and down before approaching slowly, menacingly , standing right infront of him , staring him down.

"Then what do you want from us?"

"M-my pack's alpha sent me here and my hyungs to check up on the area"

"Your hyungs?"

"Yeah , they're-". @itsimaginetime

"Jongho!"

He turns around at the mention of his name to see said hyungs coming near them.

"You don't think I'm dumb , do you wolf? What are your true intentions?"

"I swear these are our true intentions , it's just a safety measurement since you're in our territory and-". @itsimaginetime

"Oh , this is your territory? Well my apologies, we'll leave as soon as we can"

"That's not why we're here" This time it was Yunho who spoke up. "If you need to stay , then you can stay as long as you don't harm anyone. We can even talk to Hongjoong and get you some help if you need it"

The young bear hybrid looked back at their mother before looking back at the trio.

"I'll trust you...for now since I don't really have much of a choice , but if you even think of trying to harm me or my mother , I-"

"Honey, don't threaten the young gentlemen , they're just trying to help"

"You're too sweet ,mom. Anyway, my name's Y/n and my threat still stands"

"Honey!". @itsimaginetime

As the duo started bickering playfully , and the hyungs started discussing how they'll break the news to their pack leader , Jongho could only stare at the young bear hybrid , hearts in his eyes as he watched them giggle softly at something their mother said.

"oOoOoOOoOhh~ Our little maknae has a crUUUUUuuuUuSh~~~"

Jongho's head snapped towards Mingi who was giggling at his own words.

"W-what do you-?"

"Anyway, we'll get going now. We promise we'll be back soon , hopefully baring good news". @itsimaginetime

Yunho decided to be the voice of reason as he spoke , bowing politely before grabbing a still giggling Mingi and a blushing Jongho as they made their way back to their pack.

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