Oh Shit Same Ray Same I Like That Jumin Is Just Straight Up His Whole Route Even When Going Through Emotional

oh shit … same ray same i like that jumin is just straight up his whole route even when going through emotional turmoil he’s completely honest with you if you ask if he’s okay when he’s not but social cues means he should say yes that’s what he tells you literally he says that in one of the chats. it’s so nice to not have to worry about are they angry and not telling me are the upset but won’t say anything if i ask him what he thinks he will absolutely give me an honest methodical and multifaceted answer. he won’t say something just to make you feel better but he will tell you he doesn’t want to hurt you.

also i imagine he’s the kind to like really go in depth into hypothetical and i enjoy that shiz if i ask you what mythological creature you’d want to be i want a 15 min verbal essay of what you chose why and when you learned about them like that kind of thing makes me so happy and i think he’d be like that.

reasons why ray is the best character:

1. jumin stan

Ray thinks it's Jumin because Jumin is matter of fact. He's easy to read because he's not got so many social cues that Ray doesn't even begin to understand... he's got a way of speaking that you couldn't ever misunderstand because he means what he says and he says what he means.

Compared to Yoosung or Zen who can be much more pointed, yeah, it's clear why he picks Jumin.

oh.

… oh my

Immediate Attention

1335 words about Jumin and his wife and their...extracurricular activities at the RFA party. It's a tradition, folks. Empty conference rooms beg for people to fuck in them. I don't make the rules. NSFW!

"I want you to fuck me."

She whispered the words just behind his ear, glass of champagne in hand, mischief and lust simmering in her eyes. No one noticed the way she curled her fingers into the waistband of his pants and gave him a tug just before she walked away, toward the rear of the reception hall, hips swaying in time with her thoughts.

No one noticed the color that crept high on Jumin’s cheekbones, and the way he swallowed around the sudden dryness in his throat.

No one noticed the way his cock twitched and the surge of passionate rage coursing through his veins in response to her complete and utter lack of decorum.

So, with a polite nod and a raised hand, he spoke, as eloquent and calm as he could muster.

“Pardon the interruption, gentlemen, but I’ve just been alerted to a matter that requires my immediate attention.”

The men in suits nodded and murmured their understanding while Jumin turned on his heel and strode after her, loosening his tie. He abandoned his now empty champagne flute on a nearby mahogany side table and caught her by the wrist as she slipped out around the corner and into an empty conference room. He closed the door with a quiet authority– not a slam, put a purposeful shut, locking it behind them before pinning her against the wall with his entire body.

“Do you realize what a scene you just made?” he said, hot breath against her neck just before he fastened his lips upon the tender, sensitive skin there. One of his hands held her hip in place, the other groped at her breast beneath the beaded navy blue fabric of her dress.

She had to laugh– a throaty gasp as he licked along her jawline, then pulled her bottom lip between his teeth. “Yes,” she confessed just before he claimed her mouth in a fervent kiss. He stole her breath. He stole her sanity. He stole whatever shred of composure she had left.

“That mouth of yours is filthy.” He spoke the words onto her tongue before tearing himself away to push the strap of her dress down over her shoulder, leaving his kisses along her arm, across her collarbone; he slipped a hand around the front of her thigh and under the slit in her gown so that he could slide his fingers into the already damp fabric of her satin panties and skim them over her sex– to tease, to incite. “I’d like to hear more of what it can do,” he began, sliding his index finger along her slick, “when you find you can’t control it at all.”

She grabbed a handful of the hair at the base of his neck and pulled him away from her skin so she could look him in the eyes, her own pupils blown wide with lust and mischief, lips pink and swollen from his kisses. “You’re quite familiar with this mouth,” she said just before pressing a painfully tender kiss to the underside of his jaw. “I believe you’ve seen it do all sorts of things for your benefit.”

It was Jumin’s turn to laugh, then. She kicked off her heels and made quick work of his pants, one warm hand curling around his aching, hard shaft. But when she sank to her knees and swallowed the length of him without batting an eye...suddenly, he wasn’t laughing anymore.

Her impulsiveness and her unpredictability are what he loved the most about her. How she’d appear poised and gracious in one moment– chatting politely with guests, shaking hands with potential donors and making connections with people Jumin had deemed impossible to reason with– and turning on a dime to whisper depraved words in his ear and make him hot under the collar and wish that he could take her home.

Or in this case, into an unused meeting room.

But he didn’t want to come in her mouth– that beautiful, sinful mouth lined in his favorite shade of red and fixed around his cock so perfectly he wanted to weep. No, he wanted to feel the release he needed so desperately inside her, to possess her, body and soul, and give her what she asked for not ten minutes ago in the middle of the party. So he gripped her shoulders and pushed her away from him, then cupped her chin in his hand. She stood to face him again and took off her panties, then bunched her dress up over her hips (with his help), eager hands stumbling over her own as they worked together– all lips and tongue and teeth and unsteady breathing. And when he lifted her at the waist and she rocked her hips so that he sunk into her so satisfactorily and full and hard and deep, they muffled their moans against each other as her back scraped against the textured wallpaper. She gripped his waist with her thighs, but there was no need– he held her firm with strong, capable hands.

She cried out his name when he began to thrust harder, and her head knocked against the wall more than once, but she didn’t notice. The way he felt inside her was more than enough to distract her from any sort of external stimuli.

“Look at me,” he implored, his body moving now of its own accord. If he could have pushed his entire being inside her, he would have in that moment when she opened her eyes and fixed them upon his face. Both of them aglow with exertion– cheeks pink, eyes and skin glistening in the relative darkness of the empty room– they came together. Her clenching spurned Jumin’s peak, and as the warmth and wetness of her core pulsed and quivered around him, his breath came in short, stuttering bursts. Forehead pressed against hers, he used the strength of his core to hold her secure against the wall so he could slide a hand at the back of her neck and kiss her: open-mouthed, panting, tearful as he came, shivering when a droplet of sweat trickled down to the small of his back.

She fought to catch her breath, to regain some semblance of control over her muscles, her heartbeat, her reality. Dizzy, intoxicated, giddy, she let her head fall forward onto his shoulder while he gingerly let her toes touch the ground again. Broad hands smoothed up her sides and over her shoulders until they came to rest on either side of her face.

“I adore you,” he whispered, a tender kiss pressed to the corner of her mouth.

“The feeling is mutual,” she said with a languid smile, reaching to smooth down some of his hair that she’d disheveled with her eager fists.

“Do you think…?” she began.

“Without a doubt,” he said, throwing her a disarming wink. “You do this during every party, you know. You’re quite the temptress. Though tonight, it took you longer than usual,” he mused, tucking in his shirt tails. “I was worried that you’d found other means of entertainment and forgotten.”

“What kind of wife would I be if I left you hanging at a fundraiser?” she scoffed, feigning offense as she bent down to reclaim her panties. Jumin moved just a second faster, however, and snatched them up before she could. Smug, he stroked the fabric and pushed them into the pocket of his pants, leaving her slack-jawed and red-faced all over again.

“You’d be the kind of wife that I would still love and cherish with all my heart.” He leaned to kiss her ear, then whisper, “And the sort of wife who might find herself begging for mercy when her dear husband gives her a taste of her own medicine.”

He traced his lips across her cheek until they were feather-light upon hers again, kissed her so quickly and so softly it made her head spin, then pulled away to straighten his tie. “Come. We have guests to entertain,” he said, escorting her back out to the party.

someone help this poor baby he can’t focus

Because today’s prompt inspired MLQC content, I’ll publish one of my catch-up ficlets today…

Fandom: Mystic Messenger

Popsicle Licking - Saeran x MC

He didn’t mean to be so dirty-minded. It was supposed to be an innocent afternoon. They hadn't had a lot of alone time together, so she had wanted to bring him a sweet treat while he was working, coding security algorithms for Jumin’s campaign. They had decided on splitting a popsicle, one of his favourite snacks, and she had perched herself on the edge of his desk, chatting with Saeran while they both had their treat.

What he hadn’t expected was for his mind to wander, when their conversation lulled. She was more focused on finishing the icy dessert, but the fact that it was long and cylindrical finally crossed Saeran’s mind. She would lick whatever dripped down the side, before welcoming the length into her mouth, her lips slightly tightening and puckering around the popsicle while she slowly slid it out, again, until he heard a sticky pop and the dessert was free. Again, she lapped up its length, catching drops of sweet liquid, her tongue laving around the end, where more of the treat’s juices had melted, before sticking it into her mouth, again. Saeran could even see the back of her cheeks swell up slightly, before she slid it out again, her lips dragging forward as she sucked on the treat until pop! The treat was released

“…Saeran?”

He twitched, the sound of his name snapping him into the realization that he had been staring at her mouth, his own popsicle starting to drip stickiness onto his hand.

“Are you okay?”

She looked so concerned. Maybe she thought he was having a relapse? He made himself smile reassuringly, but she knew something was off.

“What is it? You can tell me…”

His smile grew into something more genuine. She relaxed a little, but was still a bit stiff when he leaned forward to kiss her. She still wanted to know what he was thinking. But…

“I can’t tell you, yet,” he murmured, tasting fruit sugar mixed in with her natural sweetness, “But I will. Maybe tonight, when the sun goes down…”

—fin—

I’m aromantic asexual in my teens i was pressured to give dating a try, i went on a couple simply because everyone said i would enjoy it my first kiss i had a panic attack because there was so much pressure to feel this way that i just didn’t i kept wondering what was wrong with me why was i so broken everyone else talked about love and sex like it was the only thing that really mattered like it was the end all be all goal and i didn’t want it

my dad told me i should see the doctor to test my hormone and when everything came back normal i was sure that i was just broken my counselor at the time even had me tested for autism because of it. when i finally found the term asexual it felt like i wasn’t alone. there were other people living happy healthy and lost importantly whole lives all without romance or sex it was like someone saw all the pieces of me and said “your not broken your a beautiful mosaic” and everything clicked it finally made sense.

the idea that asexuality is a “disease” is insanely harmful. it’s ridiculously close minded and honestly abhorrent.

i love ur writing i really do

but did ya really have to write the "asexual" mc headcanon? its a disease and shouldnt be glorified plus i doubt asmo woukd get alog with a "asexual" mc since hes lust yk

Thank you, I am glad you enjoy it.

I did it cause someone asked. I think it was pretty brave of them to ask about something so personal and I commend them for that.

I don't know if I would call it a disease. I haven't done too much research into it myself. I just know the definition and some of my friends opinions on being asexual. From what they told me, it is just a way of life.

I really wasn't trying to glorify it, and I am sorry if I seemed like I did. I was just trying to describe it well. People come to me for content to make them feel happy and loved by these boys so that is what I try to make.

I also think Asmo would get a long with everyone. I see him as the type of person to be very accepting of all genders, sexualities, kinks, and other things. More so than most of the other Brothers would.

You can feel any way you want to, but I am going to write him as very accepting and loving. To me lust is more than just sex, it is about the chase.

look at this thing this deserves attention!!

Her New Favourite Game

Mc gets super bored while she's stuck in the apartment. So while he's busy working on his laptop and accting like a little bitch (affectionate), she pulls out her phone and sends him a very specific text. She knows it can backfire terribly, but at this point she'll take anything other than staring at the ceiling for another five hours.

"I'm standing right behind you." The message starts out. Saeyoung glances at the notification. It's nice of Mc to warn him of her presence so he doesn't get spooked. After all, the music blasting from his headphones drowns out any possible noise. The screen of his phone lights up again only seconds later. "I am not wearing anything."

Grinning, Mc watches as his shoulders tense. So he did see the message. Saeyoung lets out a sputtering noise and leans forward, as if forcing himself to stare at the code in front of him and only that. His hands are shaky and his fingers fly back to the backspace key a lot more frequently than before. His breathing is heavy, and Mc is thankful that his music is too loud for him to hear her laughter.

"You look tense", her follow up reads, "I could help you relax a little bit ~"

A yelp echoes through the small apartment, as Saeyoung grabs his phone and slams it to the floor screen down. He turns his head lightly, only barely enabling Mc to see his frown. What she can also see however, is the shade of deep red coloring his ears and face.

"I- I don't need to relax! I am relaxed. I have never been more relaxed in my life!", he stutteres, not daring to turn around any further, afraid of what he might see if he does.

Endlessly amused by the situation she created, Mc giggles to herself. "It's okay to be a little excited...I am too...," she coos.

It got progressively harder for her to keep up the act. After all, she's lounging on the couch and, contrary to what she somehow convinced the shy hacker of, fully clothed, save for her bare feet.

Another strange noise creeps over his lips.

"I am not excited and neither should you be."

His claim isn't convincing at all, but very endearing to Mc to say the least.

"Fine, I am going to have some fun on my own then." She gets up from the couch and heads for the bedroom. "You're free to come play with me if you change your mind."

Saeyoung swallows as he listens to Mc's steps leaving the room. Letting out a shaky breath, he holds himself back. His legs are shaking, filled with the need to jump up from where he sits and following Mc to go "play" with her.

"God," he sighs, "Keep it together, this is not what you're here for, Seven."

Umbeknownst to him, Mc stands behind the door, a sly smile on decorating her face at him scolding himself. It seems like one of the outcomes she deemed the most unlikely is more attainable than she anticipated.

Knowing that, from now on, this was going to be her new favourite game.