exomeme | part two hundred and fifteen

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princess mononolu… sorry luhan you can be the princess next time

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dage

suho

(370w) i tried u_u

"Um. I'm not so sure about this."

"You're the one who brought it up. We might as well go through with it, right?" Yixing blinks, fixing Chanyeol with a steady eye. Chanyeol gulps and runs a hand through his hair, suddenly feeling very, very naked.

The fact that he currently is naked probably doesn't help. The fact that he's naked, surrounded by three other people who are also naked, really doesn't help.

Jongdae tosses a pack of condoms at him, still riffling through the drawer. Chanyeol barely manages to catch it. So barely that it slips right through his fingers and hits him on the face.

"I agree with him," Jongdae hums. "No harm done, right?"

"But...but what's the point?" Chanyeol blurts out. "I dunno, just, it's just...sex...and..."

"Awww, are you shy?" Jongdae teases him. Chanyeol purses his lips and pouts and his former roommate drops onto the bed with him. "It's not like we have anything you don't."

"Although this whole sex with three other people thing is pretty new," Yixing comments. He's still sitting on the back of the chair, feet resting on the seat. As far as hard-ons go, his is pretty far along.

"I like first times." Minseok has been pretty quiet, probably because he's been flipping through a book as Chanyeol hemmed and hawed over what really had been his idea in the first place (what was he thinking oh wait they'd all been drunk he hadn't been thinking). "'I want my whole life to be composed of them. Life is only interesting if life is wide.'"

Minseok's eyes twinkle mischievously, and the thing is, it's not like Chanyeol is a total prude, right? And it's not like Chanyeol hasn't had sex before, right? It's just that the last time he had sex with Minseok they had still been dating and

"I swear to god hyung if you quote that movie one more time--" Jongdae groans.

"You'll take two dicks at once?" Minseok finishes for him.

Chanyeol winces.

He's still not sure there's any point to this, but it doesn't seem like he's going to get out of it now. At least...it should be pretty good....right....?

curls up on team b, ill be ready to fight after a nap

lmfao ANON OMG

chen

it’s kind of weird when lu han starts sleeping with zitao, mostly because zitao is practically a little brother to him. he’s used to pinching him in the cheek and telling him to stop whining like a child, not listening to his whines take a different pitch as he swallows him down. he’s used to stopping by his dorm at night to eat popcorn and watch kpop on zitao’s laptop screen (he’ll put up with the big bang if zitao will admit how great dbsk is), not stopping by for a quick fuck when zitao’s roommate is out for the night.

it’s not exactly the best situation, because luhan knows that for all he loves zitao, it’s not the “i want to live with you forever and protect you” kind of love. when lu han falls in love, he either falls all the way or not at all. he’s steady on his two feet as he stands before zitao, and he knows, sure as he knows his own feelings, that zitao is no different.

but sex with zitao is better than sex with any of his lovers before anyways, because zitao isn’t afraid to get a little rough, and when lu han bites down on his shoulder he looks at him like he can’t want him more, not like he’s rabid.

ughrghhrghhh sorry i can’t do this sobs

wasnt it said that they'll have a full length at the end of the yr or something

anyway i think they should come back early next yr

tao

go for it anon!!!

HAHAHA OMG ANON

"god i can't believe we're in round 2 already," jongdae groans, pulling his laptop open. it is approximately 3:00 in UTC time and the next round had just begun. chanyeol pulls up a chair beside him and stares over his shoulder tiredly. opposite of them, minseok and yixing are knitting yarn animals.

"why are you complaining, you haven't even been here since pre-lims," chanyeol whines and jongdae shrugs him off as he continues reading through comments.

"i can't believe how much sex we're going to have," chanyeol adds, scrolling through exomeme at the speed of light. "dear god," he says staring intently at the screen, "i didn't even know that was possible."

"there was a lot of sex last round too," minseok adds, looking curiously at a figure in its hand. it looks nothing like a baozi, but he supposes a little bit of photoshop could help. yixing's figure however, is a perfect unicorn. it's a good thing they're in teams.

"too bad three of us are dead now," jongdae says and the atmosphere goes morbid for all of three seconds, before chanyeol pipes back in.

"that doesn't really stop anything from happening though," he notes, spinning his screen over to show them a fic about some living guy fucking another dead guy in the back of a car.

"that's not okay, dude," jongdae says, wrinklings his nose at the same time yixing mumbles something like, "that's hot."

"who has that much sex anyways?" minseok wonders aloud, setting his yarn figurine down.

"i don't know. we're having sex so often," chanyeol says trailing off, "i don't know, it just doesn't feel like it means anything anymore."

"like how?" yixing asks, "what do you mean?"

"i mean, it's just weird right?" chanyeol says, turning away from the laptop screen. "i mean based off these comments, i've had sex with all of you before in various shapes and animal...forms, but i mean we need to do something to make it seem real, to make it more meaningful and you know..."

"no i don't really," minseok comments, watching jongdae scroll quickly through another variation of luhan attempting to eat him after sex. god, it's like these anonymous commentors actually knew about his former teammates black widow tendencies.

"i mean," chanyeol says, pausing for dramatic effect. "i think we should actually have sex. like just the four of us. deep, meaningful sex where we bond as a team and figure out how we're going to make it to the next round."

"that sounds," minseok says, only to be interrupted as jongdae refreshes the page.

"FREE KICK TIME!!" jongdae screams suddenly and the idea of group sex is ditched immediately as the group scramble for their laptops and chanyeol pulls out his tablet.

"what?" he asks as the other three stare at him warily, "fanart gets more points anyways."

sm da natural beauty visual

SCREAMS ANON

the proportions are kind of wonky but deer version princess mononoke!

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Chanyeol is not a dog. He is a human. That is why when he has sex with Kyungsoo, he expects it to be full of love and feelings and emotions, the kind that Zitao always talks about. Except, when Kyungsoo is near him, he doesn’t feel anything. No love, no feelings – not that kind that poets wax lyrical about. It’s disappointing.

But when he and Kyungsoo fuck, at least he gets to orgasm. It’s his body responding but not him. Chanyeol doesn’t feel anything. He can hear Kyungsoo’s breathing, the way he murmurs incoherent words when he’s close to coming. He can feel the rapid beating of his own heart, the way it thrums when he fucks Kyungsoo or when Kyungsoo fucks him.

People make a big deal about sex, about making love, and yet Chanyeol feels like a stranger when he lies next to Kyungsoo in bed. He holds Kyungsoo dear, because they are close friends, but that’s it.

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continued from this

soulmates au

Park Chanyeol was a responsive and competent lover. And as far as distractions go, Yixing could've done a lot worse.

The night he came back from the wedding, feeling overwhelmed and completely drained of emotion at the same time, he rearranged his schedule and booked a 4 day trip to Germany to get away from it all.

Minseok explained over his first glass of wine at the reception that he’s back for good and Lu Han will be moving in with him. Yixing tried to avoid eyecontact with the both of them but it was so easy to fall into a comforting and familiar conversation with his favorite hyung, just like they were back in high school. Minseok looked really happy, more happy with Lu Han than with any of his previous crushes and boyfriends. It felt like a stab in the heart, watching the two of them make eyes throughout the reception.

Lu Han had attempted to take Yixing off to the side in a solo conversation at least twice, but Yixing did his best to escape any alone time. Any hint that Lu han might feel an inkling of the heavy weight of fate that was dangling over their heads and Yixing wouldn’t be able to handle the guilt.

That’s why he’s in Germany, on his knees sucking off this Park Chanyeol, a fellow tourist he met while at a club. Yixing pushed his head as far between Chanyeol’s legs until the water in his eyes was from his gag reflex and not any emotional reason. A large hand found its way to the back of his head, drunkenly combing through the rough hair.

He groaned. He sounded like he wanted to moan out a name but it was obvious he couldn’t remember.

“Ride me.” He commanded.

Yixing left Chanyeol’s dick sloppy and wet, and reached behind himself to stretch himself open.

Chanyeol liked it slow. WIth his long rough fingers stretched over each hip bone, he pushed and pulled at Yixing’s hips and kept his plump lips fixed to Yixing’s neck and collarbones. Eventually moving a hand in between their sweaty bodies to pump Yixing to completion before flipping their bodies over so he could fuck into Yixing’s body rough and fast.

Park Chanyeol was responsive, competent, thoughtful lover, but meaningless all the same.

Jongin barges in right when the message ends.

“Don’t—” he wheezes, out of breath. His face is flushed; probably ran all the way up to Chanyeol’s apartment. He comes to an abrupt halt in the door way when he realizes Chanyeol’s on the phone. His face grows horrified. It’s almost funny.

Chanyeol blinks, at a loss for words. He’s still holding the telephone against his ear, even though he can’t hear anything on the other end anymore. Ten second earlier, his ears had been filled with Jongin’s drunken shouts, and it’s left him confused. Maybe sort of amused, too.

“You’re… over me?” he asks, mostly in disbelief because what. “When were you under me?”

If possible, Jongin turns even redder. “I— I was drunk, I didn’t mean—”

“You didn’t mean to tell me you’re giving up on my ‘dumb blind ass’?” Chanyeol’s now resisting the urge to laugh; Jongin’s so embarrassed he looks like he’s about to cry. But hey, it’s not every day your best friend slash crush slash pain in the ass confesses to you over the phone, Chanyeol wants to have his fun with it. “I don’t know what to say, Jongin.”

“You don’t have to say anything,” Jongin says. His head is bowed and his lower lip juts out. “Just delete it—”

Chanyeol grins. “Delete it? Why would I delete it, I’ll let Baekhyun listen to it—”

“No!” Jongin’s head shoots up, eyes wide. “What the fuck, you asshole—”

“—after I kiss you,” Chanyeol finishes, still with that same grin. Jongin’s voice abruptly dies out in his throat.

“What?”

Chanyeol’s definitely enjoying this. “You heard me. Who are you calling dumb and blind when you’re the one who hasn’t noticed I’ve been trying to ask you out for weeks?”

Jongin’s face blanks as he repeats, “What?” Okay, now he’s just being stupid.

“Jongin. I like you too—”

Chanyeol has the fortune of seeing Jongin’s bright smile for one full second before it’s pressed against his own mouth, warm and soft.

“I’m still letting Baekhyun listen to it.”

“I fucking hate you.”

352w

678w, chansoo feat raised by wolves doppar for some fucking reason idek

Chanyeol was lost. Chanyeol was fucking lost as shit.

Let’s go camping, Jongdae had said. It’ll be fun, Baekhyun had said. No one had said anything about waking up with a massive hangover and no memories of the night before in the middle of the fucking forest.

For what seemed like the hundredth time, Chanyeol pulled his phone out of his pocket. Still no service. He carefully weighed his options. One seemed to be to lie down on the ground and wait for sweet death to take him. The other was to start building a giant SOS out of branches and somehow magically light them on fire…

He was pulled out of his thoughts by a rustling in the trees. Oh, great. A bear had decided to come and make his decision easier for him. But, no...those were eyes. Those were human eyes!

“Hey!” Chanyeol called out, his voice raspy and head pounding, pressing a hand to his forehead as he stumbled toward the movement. “Hey, wait, can you help me?” The eyes had disappeared and Chanyeol was beginning to wonder if he had officially lost it, barely able to keep himself upright as he pushed his way through the branches. It’s not like he had any other ideas, right?

Suddenly, the trees decided to stop hitting him the face and he found himself in a clearing. A clearing with what looked like it might have been a fire pit, and a human. A human wearing nothing but a loincloth, like Tarzan or some shit. A nearly naked human staring at him with the biggest eyes he’d ever seen.

“Um, hello,” Chanyeol started to hold his hand out for a handshake and the other man pulled away from him immediately, eyebrows drawn together, somehow looking simultaneously scared and judgemental. Chanyeol let his hand fall away and held them out, hoping to show that he was no threat, crouching down to make himself as small as the other as he moved in closer.

Eventually the stranger seemed to decide that Chanyeol was no threat to him and he sat back down, turning his interest instead to whatever kind of meat he held in his hand, tearing into it with his teeth. By this point Chanyeol decided that he had definitely officially lost it, shrugging as he sat across from him, feeling like maybe this man who was half his size might be able to protect him.

“See, my friends had the awesome idea for this graduation camping trip in the middle of nowhere, but none of the chicks we invited showed up, right? So it’s just me and these lame asses, getting completely shit faced drunk...and then Jongdae bets me that I couldn’t piss far enough to hit this tree from the tent. Which I totally could, but I missed for some reason, and then I had to drink even more…”

The stranger showed no sign that he could even hear Chanyeol, let alone that he was listening or understanding, but it was nice to let everything out after an entire morning of being alone with nothing to say. He took his snapback off and twirled it around, frowning and trailing off as he realized just how dirty it had gotten (Jongdae was definitely buying him a new one) when he was interrupted by meat being shoved in his face.

“Ah...no thank you,” he managed as politely as possible, bowing his head and grinning widely at the offer. The other man was insistent, though, leaning in closer until he was almost poking him in the face with his food offering, and a sudden wave of fear washed over Chanyeol when he locked eyes with his even stare.

“Right. Thank you,” Chanyeol quickly amended as he accepted the meat and tried to tear into it, struggling to swallow and smile at the same time. The stranger was appeased, for now, sitting back with a nod and going back to ignoring Chanyeol’s existence. Yeah, whatever glimmer of hope he’d had had definitely faded. He was still gonna die.

the lines on his face (lu) makes me twitch

part two hundred and fifteen

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Re: prompt 3

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team lay

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Re: team kai; sekai gunplay

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team lu

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Re: team kai; sekai gunplay

team chenshine (wc 474) ot4 multiplier

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team luhan!!

team lu han -- a thing thing

team lay - chanlay, xiuhan (?)

team kai

team chanyeol

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