#I’ve always loved snakes so this isn’t at all surprising

[daisyvisions]

✦ Day 33 - Wildcard (Double Penetration)

‧⋆ ✧˚₊‧⋆. Pairing: Boyfriend!Hyunjae x afab!reader x Boyfriend!Younghoon

‧⋆ ✧˚₊‧⋆. Word Count: 1.2K

‧⋆ ✧˚₊‧⋆. Warnings: Smut (18+, minors DNI), threesome, porn with minimal plot, mask kink, poly!am relationship, double penetration (vaginal and anal), oral (m! receiving), fingering, nipple sucking, rough sex, lots of teasing, pet names (princess, good girl, sweet thing, baby, slut), double creampie, slight manhandling, ass slapping, slight roleplay, implied foursome

‧⋆ ✧˚₊‧⋆. A/N: I can officially say my kinktober list is complete! Sorry this took longer than it should’ve BUT as I’ve said before, kinktober ain’t over til I say it’s over. Had way too much fun writing this in the end hehe enjoy! Proofread once

‧⋆ ✧˚₊‧⋆. Network: @deoboyznet

✦ Kinktober Masterlist ✦

You’ve always loved celebrating Halloween for as long as you could remember. From picking the treats that go inside the snack bowl at home to the movies that you planned to binge watch with your family.

But most importantly, every year you made it a point to always dress your best. From cute silly costumes as a child to more sexier options as you started becoming an adult.

So when your boyfriends Younghoon and Hyunjae said they’d give you the best trick or treat surprise for you this Halloween, you didn’t think it would end up like this.

“C’mon baby, can’t you tell who’s dick you're sucking right now? Thought it would be obvious.” The man wearing a ghost face costume teases as holds your face together, fucking his length inside your mouth.

The other ghost face behind you chuckles with him, giving you a hard smack on your ass as he continues to rut himself inside your wet cunt. The squelching noises coming from you turning him on with every thrust.

From a third person point of view and with no context whatsoever, anyone who might’ve been watching the scene happening in front of their eyes right now would’ve thought an incredibly kinky porn was being filmed.

But to you, it felt like you were in heavenly bliss.

Sure, this is the first time you're being fucked by both your boyfriends at the same time. But your hot boyfriends fucking you with ghost face masks on? And the fact they’re making you guess who’s who? Yes please…

You release the cock in your mouth with a pop, slowly jerking it off as you pause in between trying to catch your breath.

It would’ve been really easy to guess whose cock you were sucking by now. But these two were ten steps ahead by making the room incredibly dark, leaving you to guess based on feeling alone.

“C-can’t you give me a hint?” You try to hold back a moan as the ghost face behind continues to roughly pound you, pulling back your hips til his whole length is bottomed out inside you.

“Nuh-uh princess. Remember the rules-” The ghost face in front of you caresses your cheek. “If you guess wrong, you don’t get to cum.”

You suddenly yelp when the ghost face behind you delivers a particularly hard thrust before slowing his movements and snaking his hand between your thighs to rub your aching clit. His fingers start quickening their pace, trying to get you closer to the edge.

With the little window of time you have before you reach your high, you try to recall all the moments you had with each boyfriend to give you any sign of who is currently fucking you and whose cock you’re currently jerking off.

“Fuck baby. Keep doing that-” The ghost face in front of you hisses. “Such a pretty slut for us don't you think?”

“Only ours. Isn’t that right?” The ghost face behind you slaps your ass once more.

You try to see if you could guess by the tone of their voices, but they both sounded too similar since the ghost face masks they were both wearing had muffled their voices.

And suddenly, the clue to finding out who’s who hit you.

You look up at the ghost face in front of you, giving him the prettiest doe eyes you could give.

“Please Mr. Ghost Face, can I ride your cock?” You ask with the sweetest innocent voice while trying to somewhat play the role you’re currently in.

“Yeah? Wanna ride my cock sweet thing?” He rubs his thumb on your bottom lip. You nod in response.

The ghost face behind you give your ass one more slap before pulling out, while the ghost face in front plops down onto the bed and instantly manhandles you. Pulling you to straddle his lap before grabbing your hips and pushing it down onto his length.

He wraps his arms around your waist for a moment, holding you down as the other ghost face positions himself behind you, teasing the tip of his cock at your asshole before pushing his length completely inside.

You let out a desperate moan from feeling incredibly full from two cocks dragging in and out of you both inside your cunt and your ass. The overwhelming feeling of being this full pushing you closer to your orgasm.

You hold onto the edge of the headboard, trying to find balance from how hard both your boyfriends are going at it with you.

“Fuck- look at you. Those pretty tits.” The ghost face under you groaning as your breasts start to spill out from your bra. You tried to hide your smirk, knowing you’d be getting your answer in a few moments.

“W-want you to suck on them, please-” you beg.

“Yes please-” He groans as he slightly adjust his mask enough to free his mouth and take in your hardened nipple between his lips, sucking them like there’s no tomorrow. Swirling his tongue around and slightly nipping them, making his cock twitch inside you from the act.

Bingo.

“P-please. Wanna cum so bad-” you moan out, feeling your orgasm getting close to the edge and tipping off any second from now. You could also feel both of their thrusts starting to become a bit sloppy signaling their own highs nearing as well.

“Then what’s the answer princess? Who’s who?” The muffled voice of ghost face behind you whispering in your ear.

“Who’s fucking that little pretty cunt of yours?”

“H-Hyunjae, it’s Hyunjae! Please let me cum-” You whine.

“That’s a good girl. Now cum for us won’t you?”

The second the ghost face behind you says this, knot in your stomach snaps in two. Making you see stars as your cunt tightens around Hyunjae’s cock.

“H-holy shit, she’s gripping my cock. Gonna cu- fuck!” Hyunjae pushes your hips down, bottoming out his length in you as he fills you up to the brim.

Younghoon follows close as his hips stutter. His thrusts slowing down and becoming sloppy as he empties himself inside your ass.

All three of you take a breather for a moment before you lift Hyunjae’s mask off. His sweaty bangs clinging to his forehead while his cheeks glow a blushing pink.

“What gave it away sweetheart?” He smiles at you.

“Between the two of you, you’re the one who can’t resist sucking my tits whenever they’re in front of your face-” You chuckle.

“Wait, seriously?” Younghoon huffs as he lifts his mask.

“Can’t help myself-” Hyunjae replies. “Plus, our princess is way too smart.” He strokes your cheek before pulling you down for a kiss.

“Well, if that’s the case-” Younghoon pulls you back up, pressing your back against his chest as he leans forward to kiss the side of your neck.

“Why don’t we blindfold you next time? Maybe even give you noise cancelling earphones? That way you can’t even tell who’s fucking you...”

He nips your earlobe making you moan. He moves his lips close to your ear, whispering something only the two of you could hear,

“…And maybe bring a friend of ours to join, hm? What do you say?”

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[babydollmarauders]

WYD NOW? — JACK HUGHES

jack hughes x fem!singer!reader

summary: in which y/n writes a song about her ex-boyfriend, 3 years after their breakup, and it gets back to him, leading to their reconnection

notes: inspired by the song WYD Now? by Sadie Jean. ending kinda sucks, but ehh i did my best. pretty sure i lost motivation for this halfway through it, but i tried to power through.

not my gif

*** JUNE 17TH, 2018 ***

“i bet, at this time in a few years, we’ll be painting the walls of our shared apartment.” my boyfriend’s whisper rings through my ears as i turn my head to look at him.

heat rises to my cheeks, Jack’s blue eyes gazing into mine.

“yeah?” i laugh, running a hand through his hair, still damp from the shower he took before coming over.

“mhm.” he hums in confirmation, his hand snaking up under the stolen shirt that adorns my body, gripping my waist and pulling me closer. “i’ll be playing hockey, and you’ll be a big pop star, my little songbird.”

i bury my face into his neck in attempt to hide the redness on the apples of my cheeks from the nickname.

“you gonna write songs about me?” he whispers, pressing a kiss against the side of my head.

“i already do.” i murmur, my lips brushing against his collarbone, causing him to shiver.

*** JULY 30TH, 2019 ***

“i don’t think i understand.” it feels like my head is underwater, my lungs burning for oxygen, but unable to receive it.

“we can still be friends, y/n. you can call me whenever.” Jack sits on my bed, gripping my hands in his hold. “the future is just, so far away and we don’t know what’ll happen.

“i don’t want my dreams to hold you back from achieving yours, y/n. you may not see it right now, but this just seems like the best option for now. and maybe, down the line, once we’re both at a stable place in our careers, if we’re both single, we can revisit us.”

my head is bobbing ‘yes’ but my heart is screaming ‘no!’

it’s like my brain understands where he’s coming from, that he’s being logical and that he’s doing this for the greater good of both of us; no matter what we’ve always thought, we’re still just kids, we were dreaming. but my heart isn’t getting that message. all my heart knows is that it’s being crushed into a thousand pieces and it feels pretty unsalvageable right now.

“are you okay?”

it’s my instinct to tell him ‘yes’. my instinct to not let him know how much he’s really hurting me. how much i want to scream that we’ll be fine. that i would give up my dream to be by his side while he accomplishes his. but i know that would just hurt him; because that isn’t what he wants.

he may be hurting me, but he’s doing it for all the right reasons. he doesn’t want me to push my dreams aside for his, because he wants to see me living them. he wants the best for me.

“yeah, i’m okay. i understand.”

*** PRESENT: SOCIAL MEDIA ***

y/nonthegram

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y/nonthegram in your faded t-shirt

that i’ve kept this long

i still hear you laughing

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user13 NEW LYRICS??

user92 that’s what i was thinking too! seems too poetic to just be a caption

trevorzegras hey that looks familiar

user57 OH MY GOD NEW MUSIC?

user04 AHHH ANNOUNCE A NEW ALBUM PLEASE

user6 I’LL EVEN JUST TAKE A NEW SINGLE! I JUST NEED NEW MUSIC

tatemcrae my best friend writes the best captions

y/nonthegram MY best friend writes the best songs

tatemcrae says you!

user83 new love song? break-up song? both?

colecaufield what’s this 👀

y/nonthegram

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y/nonthegram surprise! ‘WYD Now?’ out tonight at midnight.

wholly written in my bedroom at 2am, this song means the absolute most to me, and i hope some of you can find comfort in it like i have <3

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user04 OH MY GOD! THANK YOU FOR BLESSING OUR EARS TONIGHT!

colecaufield so proud of you!

y/nonthegram thank you, coley ♥️

user94 since when does she know nhl players?

user63 she went to high school with some of the 2019 draft class

user72 I CAN’T WAIT OMG

user18 SHAKING, CRYING, THROWING UP! I’M SO EXCITED

_alexturcotte our little melody makin’ munchkin, making moves!

y/nonthegram oh god please don’t bring back “melody makin’ munchkin”

_alexturcotte too late

tatemcrae GO BEST FRIEND THAT’S MY BEST FRIEND

y/nonthegram LEMME KISS YOUR FACE!! MWAH!!

user55 i’m so curious to hear these lyrics 😭 how am i gonna wait 8 more hours?!

jackhughes

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jackhughes 3/3

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user77 hey wait, didn’t @/y/nonthegram date Jack in high school? is the new song yesterday about him?

user55 yess! it’s gotta be!

trevorzegras dizzyyy

user91 you should go listen to y/n’s new song 👀

user02 have you heard ‘WYD Now?’ ???

user36 omg he remembered to post 3/3

colecaufield same time next summer? 🫡

subbanator 🚀

y/nonthegram

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y/nonthegram i’m so grateful for all the love on ‘WYD Now?’ these past couple days! thank you all! <3

here’s some photos @/tatemcrae took at our song celly night last night to celebrate the release of WYD Now? and greedy!

in celebration, i’ll be answering some questions in the comments!

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user74 is the song fictional? or was it inspired by someone?

y/nonthegram not fictional <3

user99 is this a single off the upcoming album? or just a normal song?

y/nonthegram the album is still being written, so i can’t confirm or deny if this is a single because i’m not sure yet if it’ll be on the track list! <3

colecaufield omg y/n please come to Montreal! i love you so much! you’re my idol!

y/nonthegram hey remember that time i bumped you with my car? i think we should do that again! i’ll stomp on the gas this time!

colecaufield omg you noticed me!!

user42 at 18, where did you imagine yourself being at this age?

y/nonthegram New Jersey <3

trevorzegras where did he set the bar?

y/nonthegram above the moon

user28 if the song isn’t fictional, then who’s it about?

user96 it’s 100% about jack hughes. if you scroll way down on her page, there’s pics of her and jack in high school, but they stop when they were 18. then he moved to new jersey and now he’s playing hockey, like the song states “you finally got the job you like”. that we’re all aware of, she didn’t have any other boyfriends in high school. she and jack seemingly dated from ages 16-18 until he left for the NHL

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_quinnhughes 💙

user10 this song was amazing! i really related and it made me feel so seen!

user88 big question is: has jack heard the song yet?

jackhughes call me?

user98 @/user88 if he hadn’t, i’m guessing he has now

*** PRESENT: REAL LIFE ***

my heart races as the notification comes through.

i wasn’t sure if he listened to my music, or if the song would get back to him. i just needed to get my feelings down on paper, and then it turned into a song, and then i liked it too much to not release it.

the night i wrote it, i had played a small show in New York, and i could’ve sworn i saw him in the back of the venue. of course, i knew it wasn’t, but it had rattled me; bringing all my feelings for him back to the forefront of my brain.

“call him.” my head snaps up to face my best friend, her eyes soft as she looks at me from the doorway.

“i-” Tate cuts me off with a shake of her head.

“don’t make excuses, y/n. call him.” she repeats, “you deserve to be happy, and from what you’ve told me, he makes you happy.”

she doesn’t stick around; instead bidding me goodbye and heading back to my guest room to give me some privacy.

i pace my bedroom, iphone clutched in my hand. his contact is pulled up, but i can’t seem to build up the nerve to call him. though, it seems i don’t have to, because my phone begins to ring instead, Jack’s photo displaying on the screen.

“hi.” i breathe out, pressing the phone to my ear.

“hi.” he repeats. “i heard your new song. i’m so proud of you, my little songbird.”

my face heats up, blood rushing to my cheeks. i haven’t heard that nickname in almost four years.

“thank you.” my words come out a whisper, still in disbelief that i’m talking to him again.

“did you mean it?” the question causes a panic to erupt in me, swarms of butterflies erupting in my nervous system.

“did i mean what, Jacky?” i need him to say it.

“what you wrote,” he clears his throat, “in the song. did you mean it all? do you still think of me? do you really wanna try again?”

laying sprawled out on my bed, i stare up at the ceiling as i speak.

“i wouldn’t have written it if it wasn’t true.”

“oh- okay. so, uh,” he stutters, but i can hear the smile on his lips, causing the same reaction upon my own face, “where are you right now?”

“um, my apartment?” my brows thread together in confusion, but he just chuckles.

“i mean like, are you living in LA? are you home in Michigan? what state?”

“oh.” i bite my lip, squeezing my eyes shut in embarrassment. “i live in New York, Jack.”

“really?” his voice is emotionally distant and seemingly hurt. “so close?”

“yeah.” i nod, although he can’t see me. “i’ve gone to a few of your games.”

“you did?”

“mhm.” i hum in confirmation. “i just- i didn’t wanna be the one to reach out and then have you think oddly of me or have you already be in a relationship or something. i’m sorry i didn’t tell you, i just didn’t wanna be seen as that clingy ex-girlfriend or anything.”

“that’s not what you are, y/n.” he sighs, “would you wanna meet up soon? catch up? i’d love to hear about your glamorous new pop star life.”

“i’d love to. although, i wouldn’t call myself a pop star, Jacky.”

“you are to me.” i blush at his words, glad he can’t see how much of a mess i am at the moment. “are you free on saturday? i have practice in the morning, but after that, maybe we could go to lunch?”

“yeah, i can do that.” i confirm.

“okay great, i’ll text you on friday to hash out details?”

“sounds great!” my cool hand rises to press against my heated face in attempt to cool myself down.

“great. i gotta go, Luke and i are going out with the guys. i’ll talk to you soon, yeah?”

“yeah. bye, Jack.” i wait for him to repeat a goodbye before hanging up, burying face in my pillow and letting out a muffled scream.

***

my knee bounces underneath the table of the New York City diner, my hands clasped together on the table.

Jack should be here any minute, and saying i’m nervous would be an understatement. my palms are clammy, my legs won’t stop shaking, and i’m eighty percent sure that i have no skin left on my bottom lip because i’ve chewed it all off.

the little bell above the door rings and my head snaps up to look, but it’s just a young couple with their toddler. i send a friendly smile to the tired looking mother before looking back down at my hands that won’t stop fidgeting.

i zone out, retreating back into my head and all the thoughts that have been plaguing me since we planned this meeting.

what if he doesn’t like me anymore?

what if he has a girlfriend and he’s just trying to be nice?

or worse, what if he’s just asked me here so he could tell me to leave him alone? to stop writing songs about him.

“hi.” i’m pulled out of my thoughts by Jack sliding into the booth across from me, a gentle smile on his face.

his hand snakes across the table to hold mine, and i can’t help but feel like a teenager again, back when we used to have dates like this all the time; where he would hold my hand over the table and we would laugh and joke around for hours.

“hey.” i smile back, giving his hand a small squeeze in return.

“how are you?” he questions. he brings his hand back in order to hold his menu, but his focus remains on me, not even glancing down at the menu yet.

“i’m good!” i nod. “how are you?”

“good, i’m glad. i’m good too.”

we’re interrupted by a waitress, taking a second to look over our menu’s before giving her our orders.

once she retreats, i squirm from the small talk, never having been any good at it. which Jack seems to remember.

“so, how’s the pop star life?” he smirks teasingly, and i giggle.

“not a pop star.” i remind him, shaking my head. “but it’s good. i like where i’m at right now in my career. i like having a strong fanbase but still being unknown enough that i’m not being hounded on or followed like, say, Taylor Swift.

“i’m able to just write my music and put it out, go on small tours, interact with my fans on a more personal level; it’s really nice. i don’t know if i would want it to be more than that.”

he nods in understanding, a wide grin on his face as he listens.

“i get it. and i’m really glad you’ve achieved what you wanted. i’ve always rooted for you.”

“what about you? mr. ninety-nine point season!” he blushes at my words, shaking his head and looking down at his hands, which rest on the tabletop. “how’s that?”

“it’s good! really good.” he looks back up at me, and i have to fight myself from getting lost in his eyes like i would when we were seventeen. “i love it. it’s hard, it’s a lot of work, but it’s amazing. and honestly, i’m pretty glad i’m not on a canadian team. i like that i can go out and still have a pretty normal life outside of hockey, ya know? not be stopped on the street a bunch.”

“yeah, i get it.” i tell him. “i’m so glad you’re happy though. you play great, as you always have.”

he releases a ‘thanks’ before a silence settles over us, neither of us sure what exactly to say next.

i begin to play with the paper wrapper from my straw, winding it around my finger before sliding it off and gently pulling it straight again.

“so, Cole sends me your songs.”

snap! the paper wrapper breaks in two as i look up at him.

“he does?”

“yeah. you know i don’t get on social media too much, so i don’t always know right away when you put one out, but Cole sends me all of them. just in case i miss one.” he explains.

my head bobs up and down as i try to display a level of cool, “oh.”

“that doesn’t bother you, does it?” he asks. “that i don’t always listen to them right away?”

“not at all! i didn’t really think you listened to them at all.” i confess, sinking lower into the booth. “not really your genre.”

he smiles gently, reaching forward to hold my hand tightly in his.

“y/n, you could write a children’s nursery rhyme, and i would still listen to it.”

my head tips back against the booth, joyous laughter spilling from my lips. my nose scrunches, resulting in a small snort, which cause him to laugh as well.

“you’re just saying that.” i choke out, and he shakes his head.

“no! i’m serious! i would!” Jack insists, right as the waitress arrives with our food. she sets our food in front of us, making sure we’re all set before she retreats.

a comfortable small talk takes over as we eat; discussing our friends and their accomplishments since graduation.

“you remember that time,” Jack starts through broken laughter, “that you hit Cole with your car because he said he didn’t think it would hurt?”

“yes! and i barely even tapped him, but the big baby whined that it hurt so bad, i may have crushed his NHL dreams!” my face hurts from smiling so big, but i can no longer fight it.

“and then he was fine and back to practice that afternoon! not even a bruise left on him!” he retorts.

“ever the dramatic, Cole is.” i sigh, sitting back in my seat from position slouched over the table.

“since we’re walking down memory lane, do you remember how i said that maybe down the line, we could revisit us?”

i’m sobered up now, my smile gone as i eye him. he’s playing with his bracelets, a sign of nerves from him, and i just now realize that he’s still wearing the string friendship bracelet i gave him at eighteen; just before his draft.

i swallow the lump that built in throat, nodding, “yeah.”

“you think maybe now would be a good time to do that?” he asks. “start slow; go on dates again, maybe you could come over sometime for movie night with Luke and i, come to a few more of my games, where i actually know you’re there this time. and then see where that could take us?”

butterflies swarm my stomach, my heart beating rapidly in my chest, and my teeth sink into my lower lip, biting back a smile.

“i’d love that, Jack.”

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[gimmeurtmi]

warnings: 🔞 dom!minnie, edging, oral (f receiving), use of “edge slut” once, sof

[ 00:34 ] “there, bubs,” seungmin groaned as he easily slipped inside you, “gonna keep up, yeah?”

you nodded, letting out a weak confirmation. you’ve been begging for your boyfriend’s cock since he came home—but all he gave you was his tongue. he took you right to the brink four times, smirking up at you every time you groaned out in frustration.

he finally caved after your fourth edge, when your pleas started to sound weaker, voice sore.

your walls fluttered around him, practically sucking him in deeper as he settled on his forearms above you.

seungmin gave you the time you needed to adjust to the stretch, your core sensitive and wanting from all the teasing and missed orgasms.

he took this moment to kiss your jaw softly, smiling against your skin.

“you’ve been so patient,” he mumbled, “as soon as you’re ready i’ll give it to you as fast as you want.”

you snaked your hand behind his neck, digging your fingers in his beautiful chocolate brown locks.

“want it slow,” you croak.

“slow?” he asks to confirm, surprise written on his face.

you nod. “wanna feel your dick as you fuck me. want it so slow i won’t even cum.”

seungmin chuckles darkly at you, brushing your lips softly. he moves one of his hands to your hair, combing the sweaty locks off of your face.

“baby,” he coos softly, “i’ve denied you too much, huh? you’re edge drunk now?”

you nod quickly.

“my little edge slut,” he smiles softly, kissing you as he slowly starts moving his hips against yours.

he pulls away from your face, only to study it, making sure you’re enjoying the movement and it isn’t too soon. your eyes flutter, a small moan leaving your chest.

“like that, bubs?”

“yeah,” you moan out, feeling every curve of his cock dragging against your walls. “don’t wanna cum, minnie.”

he laughs. “i trained you so well,” he gushes, “you’re asking for them now?”

“please,” you nod, opening your eyes and looking right into his. seungmin almost blows simply from the dazed out look in your beautiful eyes. he clenches his jaw, slowing down the thrusts he didn’t even realise were faster now.

“how many more do you want, pretty?” he kisses your collarbone, rubbing his finger against your cheek soothingly.

“i don’t know,” a dry sob leaves your lips, “i don’t know.”

“hey, hey,” seungmin sooths, levelling his face with yours. he keeps a steady—slow and steady—pace as he checks over your signs.

your breathing is still normal. your hands are still on him, playing with his hair. your eyes are hooded slightly, but they focus on his when he makes eye contact with you. seungmin knows you’re still okay—just that you’ve finally let go of your self control.

“you don’t need to know,” seungmin assures you, “that’s what i’m here for, right?”

you smile softly at him, a little crunch in seungmin’s stomach fluttering all the way to his heart.

“right,” you nod.

“and you know i’ll always pick what’s best for my girl.”

you nod.

seungmin buries his hand in your hair, grounding you slightly to the feelings around you. his fingers against your scalp, his dick moving in and out of you in slow motion, the sweat starting to cling to your hips where your bodies are pressed together.

“you’ll always take care of me,” you confirm.

“that’s right, my love,” he kisses you, “i’m only ever gonna keep you safe.”

with that, he removes his hand from your hair, pushing it between your bodies. he gently presses against your swollen clit, moving his fingers in circles—faster, faster, faster to match your moans.

“i’m, fuck, i’m close—“

as soon as the words leave your mouth, seungmin tears his hand away from you, pulling almost all the way out until only the tip is left inside you.

you whine, the empty feeling overtaking your body as the pleasure starts slipping away.

as you calm your breathing, seungmin pulls out completely, before running his dick against your clit. you’re so sensitive it makes you jump, hissing out quietly.

“this isn’t fair,” you complain, as if you didn’t ask for it.

“i know, bubs,” seungmin pouts down at you, as if he isn’t the one who did it to you.

“i know how much you wanna cum,” he nods, running his index finger up and down against your folds, “but i’m not going to let you.”

he laughs as you clench at his words.

“why?” you pout.

“because i know what’s best for my bubs,” he reminds you, kissing your cheek, “and my bubs loves when i edge her.”

you pull him closer to you, kissing his neck as you start grinding your hips up against him.

seungmin lets you, but only because he loves how you act when you’re desperate like this.

“say it for me?” he asks, running his finger up your stomach and between your tits.

“i love when you edge me, i love cumming only when you decide i can,” you whimper, moaning when his finger starts circling your nipple.

“that's right, pretty, you’ve learnt so well,” he praises, kissing you softly as he moves his finger back down your body, pressing your clit again.

#skz x reader #stray kids x reader #all.works #skz x y/n #tstamp #seungmin x you #seungmin x reader #seungmin x y/n #kim seungmin x you #kim seungmin x reader #kim seungmin #skz.blurbs #kim seungmin smut #stray kids x you #stray kids smut #skz timestamps #skz smut #800+ words

[hollowtakami]

HOW THEY HUG YOU

CONTENT: self indulgent hcs on how my fav characters give hugs! just pure fluff, nothing more. giyuu and rengoku may be ooc because this is my first time writing for them and im still learning!

WORD COUNT: 771

AUTHOR NOTE: guess who can’t sleep again lol! i’ve been battling a pretty severe episode for a while now, and i’m trying to pick myself up again so i thought i’d write some fluffy hcs for my comfort ppl! remember that you’re loved, friend!

SATORU GOJO - NECK HUGS

Satoru hugs as though he’s never known personal space. It’s probably because of his infinity, and how he never lets anyone get close to him; so, he’s gonna be as close to you, any chance he gets.

He’s clingy, but not overbearing. He’d ring his arms around you and pull you into him. Holding you close and feeling you bury your face in the crook of his neck is his kryptonite, he loves it.

While he hugs you, Satoru would gently rub your back or run a hand through your hair. Or, if you just need to be held, he’ll understand. Satoru isn’t the best at communicating, but he’ll comfort you with gentle words as much as he can.

Depending on why he’s hugging you, Satoru’s hugs can be a little tight. If he’s happy, you’re gonna be seeing stars because of the lack of oxygen. If he’s a little low, it’s a lot more gentle, so much so that it startled you the first time he softly melted into you, arms snaking around your neck and pulling you in.

KYOJURO RENGOKU - BEAR HUG

Kyojuro’s hugs melt your heart faster than his flames ever could. He’s so gentle, wrapping his arms around you, one looped under your arm and the other around your shoulder as he pulled you in. His look of sympathy disappears as you fall into his chest, close to his heart as he sets yours ablaze.

Contrary to his extroverted nature, Kyojuro’s hugs are very gentle. He’s a hashira, he knows how to protect people and keep them safe. You half-expected to be squeezed to death by him, but was pleasantly surprised when you found yourself safely cooped up in his embrace.

When he hugs you, his hands instinctively move to your hair, the arm snaking around your shoulder gently moving as fingers run through your hair to soothe your woes. He’ll whisper affirmations and words of comfort to you, telling you that it’s more than okay to find yourself in a moment of vulnerability such as the ones you both share when you hug.

He’s the best hugger known to man and you cannot change my mind. He’s used to giving Senjuro lots of hugs, so he’s basically a trained professional.

KEIGO TAKAMI - WAIST HUG

Keigo loves hugging you and having you close, he’s rather protective of you and hates having you away from him. Sure, he could always send a feather to you, but that’s not close enough, even if his feathers are a part of him. If he could, he’d become one with you. After an isolating childhood, Keigo craved attention and closeness.

His arms snake around your waist, gently holding your sides as he pulls you close and wraps his wings around you, cocooning you in his warmth, the safety of his plumage. His feathers only add to the softness of the hug, their feel is great for grounding people should they need it.

When he hugs you, Keigo loves peppering you with kisses, seeing you smile and giggle in response, He loves seeing your soft, flushing face as he pecks at your cheeks and dotes on you. His favourite thing to do is give your forehead gentle kisses or caress your back with a feather or too, anything to make you feel more comfortable and safe.

He’ll whisper to you and remind you that you’re loved, that things will be okay. He’s good with words, since he interacts with his fans and other heroes a lot. Though, this doesn’t mean his words are empty, Keigo would move boulders for you. After all, with Japan’s no. 2 around, nothing would ever be able to hurt you, not when you were in his arms.

GIYUU TOMIOKA - LOCK HUG

Bless his heart, Giyuu isn’t the best at comforting people sometimes. But he tries for you, nonetheless. He’ll offer you his haori, heart melting when he sees you slide it over your shoulders before he locks your arms to your sides with a hug, His arms around yours as he pulls you into his chest with a worried expression; he’s either overthinking a little on how to help you more, or concerned for you. But, it’s definitely both.

His hugs are light as a feather, not much pressure at all. He doesn’t want to hurt you or make you uncomfortable, he’ll protect you no matter what. He’s proud of you, grateful that you felt comfortable enough to let your guard down in front of him, and he wants to repay you by giving you the best comfort he can muster.

When he hugs you, he’ll gently whisper to you, tell you that everything is alright, you’re safe with him. He’ll hear your soft replies, smiling to himself as he feels you nestle deep into the crook of his neck.

Giyuu’s hugs can be somewhat timid, but he’s trying his best! You’re healing together, and his hugs heal him more than recovery breathing ever could.

#<3 #multifandom post oopsie #gojo satoru x gn!reader #satoru gojo imagine #satoru gojo #gojo satoru x reader #satoru gojo imagines #gojo satoru headcanons #satoru gojo headcanons #jjk x gender neutral reader #jjk imagines #jjk headcanons #kny imagines #kny headcanons #demon slayer imagines #demon slayer headcanons #demon slayer x reader #giyuu tomioka #rengoku kyojuro #rengoku x reader #giyuu x reader #keigo takami #bnha headcanons #mha headcanons #mha imagines #bnha imagines #keigo takami imagine #hawks imagines #hawks x gn reader #hawks x reader

[chalkscene]

can i request fruba’s reaction to the first time they hug you when the curse is broken without you knowing? like it’s a complete surprise and you’re so happy? thank you so much!

IM SO SORRY IT TOOK SO LONG BUT HERE IT IS!!! i don’t usually take requests to take the pressure of writing off of me but i just loved this prompt sm i couldn’t say no 😭

ft. kyo sohma, yuki sohma, hatori sohma & shigure sohma (separate)

after witnessing your failed attempts at making one rice ball, KYO suddenly decides to join you in the kitchen, “pay attention. i’ll only teach you once.” you fight back a smile because you know he’ll keep teaching you as long as you keep asking but you don’t point that out lest he change his mind. you expect kyo to grab a handful of rice. instead, he stands right behind you and cages you in his arms, putting his hands over yours to help you mold the clump of rice you already have in your palms. when you’re reminded of his curse, you quickly spin on your heels and push him away, dropping your rice ball in the process. to your surprise, kyo doesn’t seem remotely offended by your action. he’s more focused on the clusters of rice now scattered around your feet. a click of his tongue hits your ears before you hear him say, “you just wasted a good rice ball.” however, the expression on his face is free of disappointment—a small smile slowly curls on his lips as he waits for a realization to dawn on you and eventually, it does. “you’re…” you mutter in disbelief, caressing his face as if to convince yourself you’re not dreaming, “you’re not a cat…” at your reaction, kyo’s chuckles cuts through the momentary silence before he holds you in his arms, pressing a soft kiss on the top of your head in wordless confirmation—this is real. and you immediately return his affection, not wanting to wait another second to bask in his touch. you don’t know which higher power to thank but you still find yourself silently expressing your gratitude like a prayer now that kyo’s curse is lifted. when you pull away, he reaches for the bowl of rice behind you. “this isn’t enough for the two of us,” he deadpans as if a life-changing moment didn’t just happen. you’re itching to ask him when he knew but you deem it a conversation for another time when a suggestion suddenly pops in your head. “we can go out and celebrate instead,” you say cheekily, “i’ve always wanted to try this cat café.” kyo rolls his eyes and you can’t help but laugh. “what?” you defensively exclaim in between giggles, “cats won’t cling to you anymore.”

ever since YUKI went away for college, the only time you’ve really had with each other is when he comes home to visit. you usually have an itinerary prepared but this time, yuki decides to ditch all that. “you have a surprise for me?” you teased him once on video call. yuki simply shrugged, laughing. you tried to coax it out of him but he didn’t budge. “if i told you then it wouldn’t be a surprise,” he countered and when you gave him a pout, he added, “i’ll just see you at home, okay? i love you.” so here you are now, sat in your living room while you wait for yuki to arrive. thankfully, it’s not long before you hear a click from the lock of your front door. “yuki!” you beam at the sight of him and he immediately mirrors your expression. you’re about to take his bags when he swings them out of your reach, carelessly dropping his things to the floor before he snakes his arms around your middle. in a panic, you freeze in his touch and soon, you’re attempting to shove him off of you. “yuki, your curse!” you cry but he only snuggles further into your body. and that’s when it hits you. the boy you love hasn’t turned into a rodent which can only mean one thing—there’s no more curse. you don’t know when or how and as hard as you try, you’re unable to form words to ask yuki about it with your emotions beginning to take over you. yuki only chuckles at your lack of response, “surprise.”

snap. HATORI immediately stops in his tracks upon the sudden sensation, “did you feel that?” “huh?” hatori is almost sure what he felt but he decides to brush it off at your confusion. “tori, you okay?” you ask, raising your hands to cradle his face but he involuntarily flinches at the closeness in case it triggers the curse. “sorry,” you quickly add. he shakes his head, declining your apology, “it’s fine.” you don’t talk about it any further on the rest of the way home but you’ve already reached your doorstep and he still seems distracted. you don’t want to part ways like this so you try again, “are you sure you’re feeling okay?” he doesn’t answer. “hatori?” “can i…” he starts before trailing off hesitantly. he doesn’t finish the rest of his sentence. without a word, he steps closer until there’s barely an inch between you then he wraps you in his embrace. “hatori, no!” you try to push him away in panic but you catch yourself in that same instant when you realize he hasn’t turned into a seahorse. holding your breaths, you both wait in silence for the curse to take effect but the next thing you feel is hatori’s arms tightening around you, making it clear he’s not planning on letting you go anytime soon. before your emotions can get the better of you, a chuckle is bubbling past your lips in relief, releasing any tension that has filled the air. “you have a lot of cuddles to make up for,” you tease hatori but your voice comes out weakly as you keep your tears at bay. and with you in his arms, hatori has never felt so grateful, “then let’s stay like this for a little while.”

“hi,” you beam at SHIGURE the moment he enters your home, “how was your day?” he doesn’t answer right away as if to ponder your question. “it was…” he momentarily trails off before adding, “interesting.” your eyebrows knot in confusion and that’s when you notice something’s off about him but before you can pose another question, shigure leans closer until he’s almost just about your eye level. “can i have a kiss?” he asks before he’s pouting his lips, sporting an effective pair of puppy eyes as you would expect from the dog incarnate. but all that effort only earns him a dubious look from you which elicits a dramatic sigh out of his mouth, “you know i’ve had a long day.” you can’t help but snort at his sulking but you eventually grant him his request. you’re careful to maintain a distance to avoid triggering the curse but in a swift and sudden motion, shigure pulls you flush against him as he kisses you with more fervor. your poor attempt to push him away does little to nothing against his strong arms that he can’t help but smirk against your lips. soon, he’s pulling away, his visage looking brazen as ever, “what’s wrong?” completely stunned and stupefied, you struggle to form the words on your tongue but a single thought plays in your mind—the curse is broken. when your eyes begin to well up, shigure’s cocky grin is immediately replaced with a smile so sincere that it’s such a striking contrast to the words that come out of his mouth, “we can do whatever we want.” then he’s kissing you again.

#fruits basket #fruits basket x reader #fruits basket headcanons #fruits basket imagine #kyo sohma #kyo sohma x reader #kyo x reader #yuki sohma #yuki sohma x reader #yuki x reader #hatori sohma x reader #hatori sohma #hatori x reader #shigure sohma #shigure sohma x reader #shigure x reader

[waitingonher]

percy jackson dating a child of apollo

characters: percy jackson

content warning: like one curse word

word count: 941

author's note: i accidentally deleted the original ask. oops. i'm also just gonna pretend that it didn't take me like four weeks to write this... (i am so sorry anon 😅)

you are—quite literally—the light of percy’s life! he’s never been more grateful for someone than you. even in his darkest moments, percy knows that he can always depend on you to show him the light. 

your guys’ personalities complement each other so well, it’s crazy. percy knows you like the back of his hand, and sometimes, it’s like he knows you better than you know yourself. 

his giving love languages are definitely physical touch and acts of service!! 

your boyfriend is ALWAYS touching you somehow. whether it be a hand on your lower back or his knee touching your knee, percy just likes to be close to you. it’s definitely a surefire way of telling everyone that you’re his! 

life as a demigod is certainly rough, so he’ll do everything in his power to make your day at least a teensy bit better. a few of things he’s done for you include maintenance for your instruments and/or bow & arrow, folding your laundry, and cleaning around your cabin, but the list could go on for miles!!

as you enter the dining pavilion for breakfast, you quickly spot percy who waves and beckons you over to his table.  “morning y/n,” he says, kissing your cheek as you sit next to him.  you smile, “hi percy! have you seen my bow? i can’t seem to find it and i have a class to teach later today.”  “oh yeah sorry babe, i have it,” he pauses to swallow his food, “i remember you were talking about needing to replace your bowstring, so i had will give it to me so i could fix it for you.”  almost knocking him off of the bench, you tackle percy into a tight hug, “aw thanks percy! you’re the best.”  he laughs at your sudden attack, “of course babe, happy to help.” 

as for his receiving love languages, percy loves physical touch and quality time. 

whether it be hanging out with you in the infirmary or trailing behind you as you teach an archery class, he values every minute spent with you. 

he’d even clean the entire amphitheater with you without making any complaints. i swear, this boy is so head over heels for you. 

percy loves, loves, LOVES when you include him in your favorite hobbies/activities. even if he isn’t very good at it, he’ll always try his best, because he knows that doing so makes you happy. and percy would do anything to see you happy. 

he doesn’t even mind when you chide him for messing up because the way you smile and laugh at him has him in a chokehold. 

percy remembers all of the little things!! it could be the tiniest detail ever, like which brand of paint brushes you prefer to use, and he’d store it away in his mental “y/n folder.” 

as you organize your bow into its rightful spot on the rack, you feel your boyfriend pull you into a back hug, planting chaste kisses on your cheek, “hi babe, done with your training?”  “yes percy, but i’m all sweaty!” you laugh, trying to escape his grip.  he simply chuckles, “i don’t care, i missed you today.”  you turn around to face him with an amused look, “we ate breakfast together?” percy merely shrugs in response before grabbing your hand, “anyways, come with me, i’ve got a surprise for you.”   “oh? what is it perce?” you question.  he chuckles, “you’ll see.”  minutes later, you and percy reach the entrance of his cabin. he swiftly goes inside and returns, holding the gift behind his back, “okay, give me your hands and close your eyes.” closing your eyes, you hold out your hands, “is it keys to a brand new car?” you gasp, “or is it a snake? because i’m actually gonna kill you if it is.” percy laughs before placing the object in your hands, “you can open your eyes now. it’s honestly not much, but you mentioned something about liking this brand before.”  at that, you open your eyes to see a new set of your favorite paints, “holy shit percy! are you serious? when’d you even have the time to get these?”  he grins, “last week. i was in the city for a tiny errand chiron gave me.”  “gods, you’re amazing, i love you,” you say, pulling percy into a kiss.  percy pulls away with a lopsided smile spreading across his face, “how many more paint sets will i have to buy you in order for you to kiss me like that again?”  “as of now, none,” you respond, leaning in for yet another kiss. 

for the longest time, you and percy have had this weird ongoing thing where you two will try to come up with the weirdest pet names for each other. 

percy will come up to you and greet you with a casual “hi pookie dookie pie, how’s it going?” 

or you’ll address him as “sweet cookie sugar face” because he was eating one of sally’s cookies. 

everyone is so confused because they don’t know that it’s been an ongoing joke between you guys. 

“good morning honey bunny boo bear! how’d you sleep?” you ask your boyfriend.  percy holds back a laugh, “morning, i slept very well. and how’d you sleep, snookums?”  out the corner of your eyes, you spot leo and piper looking at each other, eyes wide and their jaws on the floor.  “i’m gonna barf,” they say simultaneously, both slapping a hand over their mouths.  you and percy stifle your laughter before putting on a serious face, “you guys wouldn’t get it.” 

gods you two are the cutest thing ever!

#[🦈] em's writing #percy jackson #percy jackson x reader #percy jackson x y/n #percy jackson fic #percy jackson fluff #pjo x reader #hoo x reader #heroes of olympus x reader #percy jackson and the olympians #heroes of olympus

[ch3rryc4ndy]

Ride Or Die

Relationship - bff hyuck X Fem reader

Genre - Smut

Summary - After hearing about mark wanting to ask you out, haechan makes it his mission to make it known that you belong to him

Warnings - choking, breath play, language, jealous hyuck, unprotected sex, degrading

I hear a few of the members bickering as I walk into the living room “fuck you she’s my best friend” I hear haechan hiss from the couch “exactly my point. Best friend, not your girlfriend” Johnny shrugs. I freeze as I stop and listen “if mark wants to ask her out then that’s none of our business. Unless you like her and tell her that then it’s not your business hyuck” doyoung adds with his arms crossed.

Mark wants to ask me out? That’s…something. I don’t want things to change between me if he does… I’ve always kept it to myself and hid it deep in my mind. That being feelings for haechan. I’d never actually admit it knowing it would boost that inflated ego of his. Maybe I should say yes to mark? All haechan does is piss me off and flirt but that’s just what you sign up for being his best friend.

I shake off the tense feeling and walk in “so I brought drinks” I yell causing the room to go silent “why’s everyone so awkward” I chuckle trying to act as if I wasn’t listening. The 3 of them watch me intently as jungwoo and taeil going into their own conversations.

“I brought mark some new watermelon ice creams” I say, trying to hide my smirk as Johnny coughs. I do love pissing off that agitating best friend of mine so why not poke at him some more “MARKK” I yell making haechan get up from the couch “anything for me?” He pouts onto my shoulder “you didn’t ask me for anything” I shrug.

“Mark didn’t ask for anything either” he scoffs “he told me to surprise him” I side-eye him as mark happily walks into the kitchen “I got you these” I wink as I hand him the ice creams “thanks” he smiles awkwardly as I see Johnny now leaning on the counter and watching us like animals.

“Is this like a zoo or something” I chuckle as I look at Johnny “Nah this is just very fun to watch” he chuckles “that’s what people say about animals at a zoo” I roll my eyes as I put away the food I bought.

“Y/n can I talk to y-“ I hear mark ask from behind me but getting cut off mid-sentence by haechan “remember that time I was over at your place and I he-“ he tries to coyly chuckle but I smack him “HYUCK” I hiss “you guys fucked or something?” Johnny asks with a raised eyebrow.

“No we didn’t” I roll my eyes “we didn’t but she was mo-“ the annoying brown-haired boy tried to coo before I smack his shoulder again “OWWW this is like domestic abuse right now” he whines as he rubs his arm “well shut the hell up” I hiss “yes ma’am” he nods with a smirk.

“You piss me off a lot you know that” I whisper to hyuck as he leans back onto the counter and looks at Johnny with a smile “mark what were you saying?” I ask moving past haechan “o- oh I was going to ask you if I could talk to y-“ mark tries to mutter but yet again being cut off by haechan “I need to talk to you” he smiles as he yanks me by the hand and up the stairs “what the fuck I’m talking to mark” I semi yell.

“I don’t give a shit” he scoffs as he pushes me into his room “what the fuck is your problem haechan” I hiss “finally you aren’t mad” he smiles mockingly “I am mad” I yell, “I told you never to tell anyone about that ONE time. You rub it in my face every chance you get” I yell “it isn’t my fault you were fucking yourself to the thought of me” he shrugs with a cocky smile as he sits on his bed “fuck you” I scoff.

“Stop with the fucken attitude y/n god, do you want to fuck mark that bad or something?” He rolls his eyes “I don’t want to fuck him hyuck for fuck sake” I whine as he stands up “then who?” He smiles “my best fucking friend” I whisper as I reach for the door “mmh?” He smiles as he pulls me onto his chest, pushing me onto the door “say it again” he purrs “nothing” I scoff as his hand snakes onto my mouth.

“I swear you said something” he groans. I try and hide my moan from him as his hand wraps around my shoulders keeping him pinned behind me. “what’s that?” He chuckles as I moan onto his hand. “Mark was going to ask you out, do you want him to?” Haechan purrs as he lets go of my mouth “maybe” I coo with a smile.

“Really?” He chuckles “why is it any of your business anyways” I scoff, leaning back onto his shoulder to look up at him “I think I deserve to know who my best friend wants to fuck” he hisses “fuck? I already told you I don’t want to fuck mark” I roll my eyes.

“Then who?” he pouts. He wants me to say it. “I want you to fuck me” I smile as I rub my ass onto his pants teasingly. He mewls at the feeling, pulling me with him as he pushes me onto his bed “you want me to fuck you? Your best friend?” he coos. We hear a door close from the room beside us, marks room. “Looks like marks in his room. Should I fuck some moans out of you? Let him hear how good I fuck my favorite girl?” haechan whispers into my ear.

My back arches at the feeling of his body pinning me onto his bed, his hands trailing up my legs as he sloppily kisses my neck “yes” I pant out as I rub my ass onto him, his words coming through one ear and out the other as I get lost in the feeling of his leg kicking my legs open.

“You sure? Do you want everyone to hear me fucking you? They’ll think you're a slut sweetheart. But you’ll enjoy that won’t you?” He purrs “please” I whine as he pins my hands behind my back, kissing my shoulders and neck “begging already?” He chuckles as he gets off me, smacking my ass as he sits up next to me.

I fix my dress as I sit up, my cheeks red from the overwhelming heat my body was radiating from his kisses and hands roaming my body “you look pathetic” he chuckles as his eyes stay on me “I won't continue unless you tell me how you feel about me” he pouts as he leans back onto his bed with his arms crossed.

“I already said I wanted to fuck you” I roll my eyes “that’s not what I'm asking sweetheart you know that” he purrs as he tilts his head “I don’t know actually” I smile as I move up the bed and straddle him “yes you do doll, I know you like me” he coos as his hands rub up my thighs “of course I like you, you're my best friend” I wink.

“Ok then” he sighs as he pulls me into a hug “then well just stay like this” he purrs as he squirms under me, pressing himself onto my cunt “hyuck” I pant onto his chest as his arms stay wrapped around my waist “just say the worlds darling” he coos.

Cocky asshole. He wants to hear me say I like him, it's obvious I do but admitting it will make him 10x more annoying. I hold my moans in as his fingers trail up my dress, playing with the hem of my panties. I softly moan onto his chest as he pulls the fabric from my cunt, letting the air hit my wet cunt as his finger trails up my puffy folds.

“Fuck” he hisses as he dips his finger into my cunt, scissoring my folds, “say it doll” he whispers as I cling onto his shirt “I like you hyuck” I pant out as he kisses my forehead “I know, I just wanted to hear you say it” he chuckles as he shoves 2 fingers into me, rocking me slowly onto his chest as one of his arms is wrapped around my waist, holding me down onto him as the other fucks me.

“Hyuck” I whine as he pulls his fingers out, lifting my head to watch him lick them clean “are you going to let me fuck my cum into you doll? Are you going to let me fuck you while mark listens?” He purrs as he flips me over “yes yes hyuck please” I whine as he nuzzles into my neck “god your so fucken desperate” he chuckles as he pulls my panties off slowly.

“Your burning doll, you’ve wanted this as much as I do huh?” He purrs as he wraps my legs around his shoulders “so pretty” he hums as he buries himself into my cunt. My back arches as hyuck eats me out like he's been starved for days “o- oh my” I pant out as he pins my hips down.

Muffled moans vibrate onto my cunt as he laps at my cunt “h- hyuck” I cry out as his grip on my hips get tighter “i- im gonna cu-“ I squeal as my thoughts go blank, a bolt of pleasure hitting me as I ride out my orgasm “fuckk” I cry out in ecstasy.

“That's it “ he muffles as I feel a smile growing on his face. My fingers tangled in his hair as he pulls back, his chin and lips coated in my wetness “you taste so good doll” he purrs as he gets up and kisses me softly “do you think he’s listening? You sound so pretty I know I’d be listening if I was him” he moans onto my cheek as he kicks jeans off, throwing his boxers onto the ground as I pull my dress over my head.

“Shirt off” I whine as I tug at his shirt “whatever you want doll” he smiles as he pulls it over his head. My hands trail down his chest as he wraps my legs around his waist, my lips scattering kisses on his cheeks and neck as he lifts me slowly, unclipping my bra and throwing it onto the pile of clothes.

“God your perfect y/n” he whimpers as he buries himself into my boobs, kissing, and biting as his hands roam down my body “please” I whine as he rubs between my folds, coating his tip with my wetness as his eyebrows furrow from pleasure.

My body jerks at the feeling of his cock filling me up, his arms flexing as he holds me down, pounding into me roughly as I scratch down his arms “HYUCKK” I cry out as he lifts my leg onto his chest, fucking me onto the bed with his eyes rolled back.

My mouth hangs open as his hands grips my neck “let mark hear you doll, let it out” he hisses as the pressure on my neck starts to make me dizzy, a smile growing on his face as I grip his wrists. He lets go, heavy pants and breaths leaving me as I catch my breath.

“Yes, ye- yes” I hum as I feel him hitting the perfect spot “i- i- cum” I mutter out as he thrust harder, his nails digging into my thighs. “Go on baby, let it out, let him hear you” he coos as he holds my face to his “let it out” he whispers onto my cheek “h- hyuckkk” I cry out loudly as he rocks into me harder.

The bed hitting the wall and squeaking loudly as he fucks me harder, my eyes rolled back and body shaking as I scratch at his chest. “You feel so fucking good” he hisses as his head falls back, a muffled growl escaping his lips as he fills me with his cum.

His thrust slowing but continuing to fuck his cum into me “your mine” he hisses as he drops onto my chest. We lay there for a few minutes as he whispers praises into my ear “this is all I could ask for” he coos as he flips me over and lays me onto his chest “now everyone knows your mine”

#haechan #haechan fanfic #haechan smut #kpop smut #nct dream #nct smut #nctzen #hyuck x reader #hyuck #hyuck smut #haechan x reader #kpop fanfic

[ujimoo]

SMITTEN - Part Thirteen

summary | Jisung never knew the best thing that could happen to him would come from annoying his best friends.

pairing | han jisung x reader

a.n. | Aaa we're at the next date!! I really hope you enjoy this part! it's not the longest written part, but none the less, I still hope you enjoy! ONLY SLIGHTLY EDITED

a.a.n. | i don’t know anything about the stars. so please forgive me if the story included in this chapter about Orion is true or not ! (i would also love to know more if you do know about it!)

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If there’s one thing about Jisung people should know, is that he’s always prepared when it comes to a date. That being said, he’s not been on many, but when the occasion calls for it, he is always prepared. 

Brought along with him is a perfect-sized blanket for the both of them to lie across whilst looking up at the stars. A small packet of jelly snakes as a snack in case they got peckish after their meal and a hoodie, spritzed with the right amount of his cologne. He’ll say if Y/N asks about it, that it was for just in case he got cold, but in actual fact, it’s for her. 

However, with their meal plans quickly being forgotten about once they’re in each other’s company, Y/N is quietly laughing to herself as she takes a bite of a jelly snake, pulls it back and watches as it breaks apart and sticks to her hand. Only for her to repeat the process until the bag is empty. 

Jisung, laid back on the perfectly placed blanket, is watching her silently. A dopey and loved-up smile is on his face, unaware to her as she’s completely lost in her own world. 

Her empty packet of jelly snakes now discarded into Jisung’s makeshift picnic basket, Y/N lays down, resting her head on Jisung’s arm, and gazes up at the sky. 

Jisung continues to watch her silently, admiring the way the light of the moon dances across her face. He takes in how she opens her mouth to let a heavy breath escape her to how her eyelashes flutter against her cheeks when she blinks. It’s like time slows down and when she turns over to face him, he can’t help but smile. 

“So, why stargazing?” she asks, her voice soft. 

“It’s romantic, isn’t it? So why not stargazing?” 

His reasonings bring a smile to her face and she turns back up to the sky. 

“It’s probably surprising, but not many people who request dates are thinking of the romance aspect,” Y/N admits, jutting her lips out in a pout. “A lot of people use the business for a specific reason, like for a wedding or to get someone off of their back, so not many people go romantic.” 

Her words turn into a ramble and Jisung is just silently listening to her. Surprised that no one, in the history of her time working has ever made a romantic date. 

“Seriously?” Jisung questions, cutting her off suddenly. “Has no one ever taken you out on a romantic date?” 

He feels Y/N shrug against his arm. Her eyes remain laser-focused on the stars above her. 

“I mean, I’ve gone on plenty of scheduled dates, but it’s all for a reason. Most people who want it for a specific reason don’t do something romantic… if it’s not around people they need to convince, then there’s no reason for it.” 

“You deserve romance,” Jisung says, causing Y/N to turn her head to look at him. “Whether it’s scheduled or not, you deserve it, Y/N.” 

She blinks, blinks again and Jisung isn’t entirely sure if he’s said the right thing, but he still stands by the statement. Even if he does feel slightly like shrinking up into himself as she gazes at him like this. 

“Why did you schedule dates?” 

Now Jisung is the one silently blinking. Words — or what some would call ‘excuses’ — race around his brain as he tries to think of the right words to say. He shrugs instead. 

“Because…” I wanted to be close to you. 

He gulps. “Just because, I guess.” 

He watches as her nose scrunches up slightly, like she’s unsure if she should believe the words coming out of his mouth. 

“That can’t be the only reason right?” 

“What do you want the reason to be?” Jisung whispers. 

She shrugs. 

“I don’t know.” She pauses. “I guess I just want to understand you better.” 

He’s not sure how to answer. In actual fact, he knows the real answer will only push her away. Because how would you react to someone coming out and truthfully saying ‘I scheduled dates because I fell in love with you the moment I saw you’… 

He turns his attention to the stars, the familiar pattern of Orion, calling out to him. Y/N’s eyes follow Jisung’s finger as he points up to the sky, tracing the outline oh-so-familiar to him. 

“You see that? That’s Orion.” He smiles faintly. “It’s said that Zeus turned him and the seven sisters into stars after he fell in love with them.” 

Y/N’s attention turns away from the stars and back onto Jisung as he explains the story of the stars. 

“He’s unable to reach them, so he spends all of eternity following behind them.” 

Y/N speaks before she can even think things through. “Would you follow the person you loved for all eternity even if you couldn’t reach them?” 

Y/N shivers, the cold finally reaching her. Jisung gets up, forcing her to move from her position with her head on his arm and she watches silently, questioning his motive for the sudden movement. Opening the makeshift picnic basket, he pulls out his hoodie and turns to Y/N, tugging on her arm lightly so she sits up. 

Silently following his instructions, she sits. And moments later, Jisung is scrunching up the hoodie and putting it over her, her head going through the hole like a pop. 

“To answer your question,” he responds, all of his focus on helping her arms go into the sleeves, “I would.” He looks at her as he finishes. “I would follow them anywhere they’d lead me.”

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Bad Horsie - Yandere! Johnny Joestar x Reader x Yandere! Gyro Zeppeli

Reader’s horse has a stand and of course is protective of their owner, both Gyro and Johnny fume over this as this animal blocks them at every move. This was supposed to be a joke post for April fools awhile go, less comedic than I was intending so it’s not gonna be right on April fools. Horse’s name : Bastille

Stand : Bad Horsie (Namesake ; Steve Vai - Bad Horsie)

You and Bastille probably had one of the strongest bonds one could possibly have with each other. Even Mountain Tim himself made an observation of this, which made you proud. Your father had given him to you a few years prior to entering the Steel Ball Run. A horse that was supposedly stubborn with other riders, just happened to click with you. So, you made sure to treat him right, give him the love he deserved and the both of you could communicate with grace.

Something that came heavily in handy in this arduous journey across the United States. Though it wasn’t just the two of you alone not like you thought it would have been. You wished it was that way, but life had thrown you a terrifying hardball consisting of two racers. The British born Johnny Joestar and Italian Gyro Zeppeli, who you only had considered allies to get you through this disaster of a race.

Bastille was your rock keeping you sane around those two, their romantic interest suddenly blossoming in a hell-scape of stand users. Your lovely horse knew this, the nervousness in your heart as you handled the reigns. He’d always eyeball the two of them when they were camping down for the night or when you hit a checkpoint. So he made it known to you to give as much pets as you wanted.

However as the trek went on, the atmosphere became suffocating. Bastille could feel it even as the two of you kept in sync, trying your best to either ride behind or in front of those two men. As much as there was to worry about venomous snakes or other apex predators, they seemed easier to deal with in this scenario. Perhaps this horse couldn’t get the complete situation down, but if you were in danger it would help instinctively or otherwise.

You knew your lovely companion had a stand but never divulged this to the men you were traveling with. You felt rather guilty relying on your own horse for protection, but if he wanted to you knew there wasn’t stopping him. Just retroactively planning things carefully so you and him could cross that finish line.

While you tried to keep your distance from these two, as much as they would allow they would take advantage of this to talk about your horse. This was literally the only reason for the past few weeks that you managed to get any kind of break. They knew for certain your furry friend knew this even if you didn’t consciously realize.

“The way their horse acts it’s interesting isn’t it?” Gyro said breaking a small silence the two of them.

Johnny’s blue eyes glanced over briefly “It’s not too hard to differentiate, horses do have emotions but I can tell there’s something more to him”

Gyro nodded along “How long have you been suspecting him being something more?”

The blond admitted he couldn’t shake a certain feeling from the very start of the race. Gyro’s eyes in turn widened a bit before resettling.

“Tch…so I’ve been getting dirt flung in my face on purpose by that cheeky prick for a little while now” The male smirked with a small gleam of his teeth.

Joestar himself sighed, he was frustrated by Bastille himself. He never really counted on being on the defensive against a horse of all things. Considering they were chasing corpse parts, this should hardly be any surprise to either of them. Johnny would never hesitate in taking a humans life to keep you to himself, Your horse complicated things for the race at least.

“Think it has a stand?” Gyro tossed another question out “If he wants to protect them that bad, I can’t rule that out as an impossibility”

“Wouldn’t be surprised, y/n loves that horse to death and of course they wouldn’t bother telling us about it”

“Damn, that’s true…” He clicked his tongue in annoyance, not for the potential fact your horse could’ve helped during certain face offs. Or the fact it was only focused on you and vice versa stung his heart. You’re cute trying to hide everything from him and Johnny though. As for Bastille, he wasn’t about to let a damn horse of all things keep him away from his darling.

The two of them decided to stitch together a timeline of sorts of your mighty steed’s actions. Johnny recalling a few times during the night he’d see your horse move it’s pitch closer when it could tell when he was staring at you during the night. Not to mention the close proximity of blocking his view of you by the morning. Or it pulling back when if felt your discomfort at him getting close to you while running.

Biggest thing Johnny had happen to him was almost having his head crushed in. He’d admit he was being nosy in attempting to get a hold of a diary you had, just to see if you were trying to write something to a potential significant other. Which he’d promptly burn without care if you had one if he had actually gotten a hold of it.

Gyro on the other hand had as he said dirt flung in his face various times. The intense flirtatious comments he’d make occasionally would sometimes occur. Almost getting knocked off balance if you tensed up enough. Or his belongings on Valkyrie getting strewn about, to distract the Italian from being in your presence. Or somehow slipping into a waterhole even though he knew for certain he had good balance and grip.

Johnny wouldn’t lie, he kinda chuckled at that last one at the time.

In literally any normal scenario anyone would take a hint. But Johnny and Gyro didn’t quite see it as protecting you. They were pouncing for more attention from you than they already greedily lapped up.

That evening when you all decided to pitch up camp for the night however would unknowingly unravel everything.

That evening you were the one to start the fire, the wood and kindling already gathered. You felt nervous that you weren’t able to catch another respite from these two. Keeping you right in their line of sight. Sighing you informed Gyro the fire was ready and he decided to start dinner with steadfastness. However he insisted you help him this time around.

“You know, that horse of yours sure does love you” Gyro abruptly brought up while tending to cutting up something with his knife.

“uh yeah I’d think so?” You do your best to shrug off the comment

“Something seems interesting about yours behavior wise” He responded cryptically.

“What’s your point?”

A smirk rises on his face, his green eyes cutting into your own.

“I’m just saying your horse seems to act on things with purpose”

You could feel your heartbeat race a bit faster than usual, this wasn’t the first time but this was a little different. A snort came from the distance, Bastille looking to your eyes clearly disgruntled. Shortly after you saw Gyro pointing towards him.

“There’s only so many times something could be an accident, and you know it don’t you?”

You swallowed nervously when Gyro projected his voice a bit louder. You knew who he was referring to, and when his eyes settled down back to yours you went cold.

“It’s not very nice keeping things from your lovers you know” Your eyes darted over to Johnny whose own stare was ice cold.

“Now, I’m a little more forgiving than Johnny is…Bastille would probably be dead by now if we weren’t searching for the corpse parts or were in a race” Something you absolutely took to be true when you saw the blond facing down an enemy.

Out of the corner of your eye you saw something pierce the ground, causing Bastille to move erratically in dodging. Quickly rising to your feet to attempt to assist him. But the sensation of a steel ball on your leg made you twist in a way you never felt before. Gyro quickly sought to catch you and hold you back into his vice grip.

“Bastille stop! Stop!” You shouted as he stomped his hooves aggressively, knowing he would try to attack Johnny. Gyro too if he hadn’t been so preoccupied. It pained you to say such a thing when you knew for certain they started this on purpose.

“You could give it up all right now and try to fight Johnny and I off, abandon the race completely” The Italian man stated with smugness.

“But I’ll make sure you’re unable to run in anyway I can” He hummed “I can hurt you just enough that I need help you like I do Johnny~, but not enough to disqualify you from the race”

You bit your lip as he squeezed his arms closer around your body.

“So what’ll be? Can’t wait to hear your answer”

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[avocado-writing]

1. I love your writing it’s amazing!!! Ilyyy/p ❤️

2. Are your short sfw requests still open? If so are you okay with writing one for Ladybug? One where he and the reader (code name Cherry/Cherry Bomb) are both in the train during the time when it crashes and in a moment of panic they both just hug each other and hope they survive it (before they both fall together into that giant momomon plushie thing like in the movie) afterwards the reader is like: “how the fuck did we survive this?” Ladybug: “just lucky ig”

🥺 ilu2!

I don't really write for Ladybug (or give reader codenames, actually) so I kept this one short! Hope it hits the spot!

Rated M for Sexual References (thank u vvalliu for the gif!)

Well, with his fucking luck, you would end up in this situation.

It’s his first job back so they paired you up together. Wanted someone to keep an eye on him because he’s been acting differently, apparently. You drew the short straw and were stuck with babysitting duty. 

“Come on, Maria. Don’t make me do it,” you’d whined down the phone. Your handler had given you a gentle tut.

“It’s one job. Be pleased it’s not with Carver.”

Admittedly, you are pleased with that. Carver is a dick. But Ladybug - at least, that’s what they’re calling him nowadays - didn’t turn out to be much better. With a stupid laid-back attitude and an even stupider hat, you’d found yourself grinding your teeth at his greeting. 

“Hey! Cherry Bomb, I’ve not seen you for ages!”

“Just CB is fine.”

“Why’d you need a nickname… when you already have a nickname?” he asked, eyebrows furrowing under those ridiculous glasses. 

“It’s a codename, not a nickname. Can we just get on the train, please?”

The old Ladybug might have bickered back and, secretly, you would have enjoyed it. But this new one just shrugs and acquiesces. 

Snatch and grab. 

Should have been easy. Of course it wasn’t. Assassins running up and down the train like no man’s business. Too many of you to be coincidental, all the while Ladybug’s bad luck dragging you deeper into the dirt. You’re sort of annoyed at him but know, realistically, that luck doesn’t exist. Doesn’t make it any easier to fight off a snake when it’s trying to bite you in the goddamn eyeball, though. 

But through it all you can’t deny you’re… looking.

He’s attractive, that’s undeniable. Always has been, even back in the old days before he got that mature suaveness. Those arms, that hair. And he’s also kind of… nice. Which is a rare thing in this business. And you feel yourself soften to his new unwitting charm, smiling more than you frown, despite the circumstances.

Then, well, the train sort of explodes. 

Which, yeah, why wouldn’t it? Why wouldn’t a train with Ladybug on it explode? And as you’re there, flying through the debris, you see him open his arms to you, as if in slow-motion. 

You let yourself fall into him, feel him pull you flush to his body, scrunch your eyes shut so hard they hurt.

In his arms? It’s not a bad way to go.

Then… something soft. It still hurts, of course, but the softness is a surprise. And when you finally get the sense to look around you’re still very much alive. In the middle of a crash site and in pain, but alive. Ladybug is on top of you, having landed with one of his knees between your legs and his body resting on yours. You might have pushed him off of you if adrenaline wasn’t coursing through your veins.

His hair flops over his face, tickling your own. He’s close. Very close.

“How did we get outta that one?” he mutters.

“Just lucky, I guess,” you breathe back, and drag him down to kiss you. He tastes like smoke and blood and fuck, if it isn’t just perfect. You press your hips up into him and watch his eyebrows skyrocket.

A gun is fired into the air behind you. The two of you look over, and spot the White Death, clinging to life, abhorrent fury on his face at the sight of the two of you choosing now to kiss.

“Can you give me like, two minutes, bro? I’ve been waiting for this forever.”

And you burst into laughter, and despite everything, he kisses you again.

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『 Yunho & Make Up Sex 』 | KTB ‘22

⇒ pairing: j. yunho x fem!reader

⇒ smut, unhealthy relationship, controlling yunho, unprotected sex (a big no no), fingering, slight choking, mentions of drinking, slightly yandere

⇒ word count: 1025

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⇒ author’s note: I mean this prompt was supposed to be more fluffy but damn did I get carried away and it ended up kinda yandere

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You are lounging on the couch and scrolling through your phone when the sound of the front door opening and closing signifies that your boyfriend has finally come home from working overtime. The sound of some stumbling and clanging causes you to curiously walk to the entryway only to find Yunho clearly intoxicated. He is struggling to take his shoes off as he bumps into walls and nearly falls over.

Anger quickly ignites in your chest as his drowsy eyes meet yours and it is undeniable that he has broken his promise to you once again. Instead of working overtime like he claimed, he has again gone out, gotten drunk, and possibly done all kinds of things you don’t want to think about. After all, there isn’t much you’d put past him.

“Y/N, wait!” he calls out as you simply turn on your heel and march back to your bedroom, slamming the door closed behind you and curling up in a frustrated ball on the bed. You can hear his clumsy footsteps following after you and it only takes a minute or so before he is sitting next to you.

“I’m sorry, baby. I know what I promised but it’s just this one exception because…”

His monologue of recycled excuses drones on as he once again begins to squirm his way out of trouble and keep you in his grasp. As he speaks, he begins wrapping his arms around you to pull you into his chest, but you instantly shove him away in anger. He is finally silent and you meet his surprised eyes.

“I’ve had enough,” you choke out as you suppress the tears stinging at the corners of your eyes.

You swiftly get off the bed, wanting to escape him, but he firmly grasps your wrist and pulls your back against his chest. His large hands now snake around your torso and you grab them in an attempt to remove him, but he is far stronger than you and has no trouble resisting your efforts. He lays tender kisses along your neck and one hand travels up to gently grope your tits.

“Baby,” he purrs seductively right next to your ear, your tears finally beginning to spill as you feel yourself caving under his touch. “This is the last time, honestly. Please don’t be mad at me.”

His right hand gives a gentle pinch to your nipple as his left sinks into the waistband of your pants and starts rubbing firm circles on your clit. You can’t help the moan that escapes your mouth. You want nothing more than to tell him off and make him realize his wrongs, but the feeling of his lips against your skin has you feeling dizzy.

“Yunho,” you whimper with mixed emotions, not even entirely sure what you’re asking of him at this point.

“Shh, baby,” he coos as he slips two of his long, thick fingers into your already wet hole. “Let me show you how much I love you.”

Your knees get weak as he presses against the perfect spot inside you and picks up pace exponentially. You want to yell at him, kick him out, make him grovel. You want to do anything other than give in to his touch as usual, but a moan falls subconsciously from your mouth and he knows he’s in the clear yet again. He knows he can always use your body against you in order to keep you under his control.

He lets you bask in the pleasure momentarily before removing his hand and holding you close to him. Laying sloppy kisses on your neck, he moves you towards the wardrobe and bends you over the top. The angle of your body is awkward and the feelings in your heart are conflicted, but Yunho can only think about fucking you so hard you forget your own name.

He pulls your pants and underwear down enough to expose your desperate pussy and it takes only moments before he is shoving his entire length inside of you. You yelp in surprise at the sudden intrusion, but Yunho just groans from behind you as he revels in the feeling of your tight hole fluttering around him.

“I love you so much,” he states sweetly before immediately gripping your hips and beginning to pound into you mercilessly.

Pathetic whimpers fall from your lips as you tightly grip the wardrobe that bangs on the wall with every thrust. The lewd sound of skin slapping against skin echoes through the room and you can’t even remember what you’re supposed to be mad about. The only thing you can think of is Yunho, which is just how he wants it.

“Yunho, please,” you beg, your climax building quickly from his constant assault on your g-spot. He fucks you with a passionate fervor that only shows up on nights like this. In fact, you have become convinced that sex can be a love language only after meeting him.

Yunho’s hand snakes down around your neck and pulls you back so you are against his chest again. He only slightly squeezes along the sides so that your head feels fuzzy while his other hand sneaks down to rub hasty circles on your clit.

“Say you love me,” he commands as he pushes you towards your high.

You want to do as he says, but you are unable to choke the words out as the pleasure paralyzes your mind.

“Say it, Y/N.”

His voice is practically a growl at this point and you comply just as your orgasm hits at full force. He stops his thrusts as he feels your walls constricting mercilessly around his cock, not wanting to cum just yet. He can go for hours on nights like these and absolutely intends to.

All night, he doesn’t stop showering you in pleasure until you’re crying on his cock from how overstimulated you are and begging him to cum so you can rest. When he wakes up in the morning with you in his arms, he smiles to himself as he has once again proven how wrapped around his finger you are.

Just as you should be.

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[levmada]

its always fucking levi into subspace and spoil him rotten (*chef kiss btw*) but what about levi fucking YOU into subspace while he keeps taking care of you through it all 😫😫😫 me thirsty i love him sm

//spanking (paddle), edging, subspace, toys (gag; dildo; restraints), sadism...?, fingering, praise, dom/sub dynamics

If the hard paddle whipping the seat of your thigh—a spot far more sensitive than any patch of skin above or below—hurts, only your clenched fists shows it. They're locked in place over the small of your back. The blindfold is silk, the ball gag bright red, stuffed in your cheeks.

You lay ass-up over his lap like a pretty pet, and you can’t remember how long the hits have been coming, or when he stopped pushing the pathetically small dildo inside you and left it alone for your cunt to clench around and shake because even if it moved, it wouldn't be enough.

Only the sensations mean anything, and this time, the paddle is coming down because you were too loud.

The paddle slaps again, above the back of your thigh, and when you don’t make a sound, Levi snakes some fingers down and push in beside the cock. An easy task. “Mm. You’ve been good.”

You sag down, only to gasp high in your throat. Tears well, and fall. It’s been so long since he touched you like this, since you started.

Good. I’ve been good.

You float, traces of thoughts falling away from your mind for good. All you need to do is present yourself; Levi, whether his touch soft, bruising, or clinical, will take care of the rest. You’re at his mercy.

Levi puts aside the paddle, and one at a time, pries your fingers free of your loose fists. Your arms don’t strain; you’ve gone quiet. Pliant.

He’s delighted. “There you go… Here's a reward."

You tense.

"How does this feel?”

Slowly, he eases the dildo in and out easily. It’s a novelty, really, too short and too slender to give real satisfaction, but just enough to tease the real thing.

He knows how it feels, and when your shoulders wrack silently, he isn’t surprised. He's aware he's being cruel. It gets him off.

Wherever his harmless touch goes, you subtly lean into it. He touches your jaw.

“Mouth open.”

Obediently, your jaw falls slack. He shifts from the dildo to touching, innocently, the small of your back, which bends to meet him.

This is a test.

The red ball lulls around your chin, drenched in spittle. You don’t speak. He hasn’t give you permission.

After working the dildo out of you, he replaces it with four of his slim fingers and a thumb rolling flat into your clit, and he watches your face. You gape and gasp, but stay obediently quiet.

“Yeah, that’s better, huh? You like it much more when I fuck you,” he drawls, enjoying himself. “Your pussy definitely does.”

Gasping, you arch and shake. He’s never given this much. You’ve broke the clouds into heaven, bright pleasure threatening to crest.

“Mm.” Levi curls his fingers. “You’re gonna come.”

You tremble. He hears it, as slight as mouse, a whimper rising in your throat. Your cunt squeezes.

“Hold it.” Levi yanks his fingers out at once and slaps, digging his fingers into your ass. It stings violently.

Instead of slow circles, his thumb stills, planted firmly on top of your swollen clit. His other hand busies itself pinching your nipple tight, and you flinch, shuddering.

“If you disobey, you’re not getting anything for the rest of the night. Be good.”

Partly a lie. He’s having way too much fun to leave you, but he wouldn’t hesitate to punish you, to rile you back up all over again and slowly, pathetically slowly, push that useless cock into your needy cunt until you're ready to obey.

You go still and rigid over his lap, your panting the loudest sound in the room, but there is no complaining, no wriggling. You’re too far gone for that.

“That’s my good girl,” Levi purrs. He strokes your backside slowly, soothing.

You murmur something nearly incomprehensible. It sounds like ‘thank you, sir’.

He smiles, barely. Your eyes are closed, and don’t flutter as he slides his thumb affectionally over the line of silk covering your eyes. One thumb slips past your swollen lips, and you suck softly.

He doubts you’re thinking about it. Your tongue scrapes it lazily.

“You’re going to give me four, for how many times you made a pretty noise without my permission. Moan if you understand.”

On cue he pushes his thumb deeper so your moan comes out desperate and choked. His cock throbs.

He strokes your hair. “Good girl.”

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[vanwritesfan-fiction]

Right Where You Left Me

Words: 1,234

Warnings: Angst, quick mentions of losing a loved one

Author’s Notes: I got this idea in my head for Urban, and I didn’t want to let it go.

“What are you working on?” Urban snuck up behind you, snaking his hands around your waist, placing a kiss on your earlobe. You were quick to hide your sketch with your arms, shielding your work from Urban’s view. “Can you please get out of here?!” You turned around in your seat, pushing yourself away from your drafting table. You pulled Urban toward you by his sweatshirt, planting a kiss on his lips. He tried to sneak a look over your shoulder, but you guided his chin to focus back on you. “Why can’t I see what you’re working on?” Urban was always so complementary of your sketches and paintings, and over the course of your relationship he had become your biggest fan. You were still often self-conscious of your work, as it was something you did as a side hobby, and never took yourself seriously as an artist. You nuzzled your face into his neck as he held you, placing kisses into your hair. You looked up at him, grabbing his hands. “I promise you, as soon as I can, you will be the first person to see it. Okay?” He pushed your hair out of your face, his hand cupping your cheek. “I can’t wait.”

You sipped on your lukewarm cup of coffee as you took in the artwork at Mellwood Art Center in Louisville. The gallery was home to a variety of different art styles and mediums, all reflective of the diversity and culture of the city. “Hey, Y/N, sorry I’m late.” David walked over to you, out of breath from hustling through the center. “Hey, thanks for agreeing to meet with me.” You were standing in front of a piece made entirely of scrap metal, the medium folded into different faces, some smiling, some frowning. “Isn’t this one of her works?” David asked when he noticed your fascination. “Yeah, Urban took me here for our first date. I didn’t know anything about his mom at the time but that she was an artist, and when I saw this piece it blew me away.” You smiled, thinking back to that time with Urban. You had fallen in love with him that night. “Her anniversary is coming up, right?” David gave you sympathetic eyes, his hand landing on your shoulder. “Yeah, in two weeks.” You sighed, wiping a tear from your cheek. “Why don’t you show me what you have?” David guided you to his office.

You pulled out a half-finished drawing, a woman’s face completed in the center of the paper. You had only completed the rough sketch of the child in her arms, the face blurry. “It’s only half done”, you shrugged, “but I wanted to get your opinion on it.” You met David years ago in high school when he was your art teacher, Mr. Evans. He was always challenging you to push yourself to sketch and paint more, but nothing ever came of it. It wasn’t until you had graduated from college and moved back to Louisville that you picked it up again. It felt natural, almost instinctual. David had since quit teaching and became the curator for Mellwood, and you reconnected. You asked him to be your mentor, and he would give you feedback on your work. “Wow, Y/N, it’s beautiful. Is it oil pastels?” He lightly grazed the paper, a bit of damp oil transferring onto his fingers. “Uh, yeah. I’ve been working on it when Urban’s not around, but I’ve been stuck lately. I don’t want to mess up his face. There’s a lot riding on this piece.” You had always been insecure about your abilities but knowing that the man you loved was going to see it had you paralyzed with fear. “I think it’s perfect. I’d like to submit it for the art show.” He looked up at you. You shook your head no immediately. “No, David, this is a gift for Urban. I don’t need anyone else to see this. Thanks, but no thanks.” He handed your work back to you and you slipped it into your portfolio. “At least think about it.”

You didn’t know it at the time, but Urban had been in contact with David over the last week, putting together a surprise gallery event that would display your work for the city to see. Knowing that you didn’t want Urban to see this particular piece you were working on, David was of course on board, on the condition that Urban couldn’t see anything before the event. He agreed fervently, excited for the world to see your talent.

The night of the show, Urban was giddy and you were unsuspecting. You both walked down the sidewalk toward the gallery, Urban’s arm resting on your shoulders. You thought you were just going to spend the night looking at art together, but Urban had other plans. “Surprise!” You stumbled back to the door at the cheers and greetings from a room full of people. Everyone was here to support you, including your friends and family. You looked at Urban, grabbing his hand and giving it a squeeze. “Did you do this?” He nodded as he pulled you in for a kiss. You pulled away. “We have to talk about boundaries at some point, but thank you, baby.” You laughed, kissing him again.

“If I could have everyone’s attention.” Urban gathered the crowd. “Thanks for coming. This is a celebration of Y/N’s work. Until tonight, she’s only let a few people see her work, but I think you’ll see as you look around, that is a damn shame. She’s incredibly talented, and now it’s no longer a secret. Enjoy.” Urban drug you around the gallery, asking you probing questions about the story behind your work and why you chose certain colors. His heart warmed as he saw your face light up as you talked about your sketches.

You rounded the corner to the final wall in the gallery. As soon as you saw it, you clamped your hands over your mouth, tears immediately running down your face. “Baby, what’s wrong?” Urban’s focus was on you, worried something was wrong. There in a gold frame, was the painting you had completed for Urban. You had finished it some days ago, but never thought you would see it hanging up. You pulled Urban up to the painting. He took in the mother and son sitting at a table, the mother embracing her child. “Is this one yours? I haven’t seen it before.” He read the placard out loud. “Right Where You Left Me.” He turned to you, still a mess, the tears nowhere close to stopping. He recognized the photo immediately, but he couldn’t find the words to speak at the moment. “It’s, uh, for you. A piece of you and your mom in honor of her birthday. I know how much she meant to you, and I remember you showing me that picture of you together when you were a young, and I was inspired.” Urban grabbed you into a tight hug, and you could feel the wetness from his tears on your cheek. When you tried to pull away, he wouldn’t let you go. You were sure you were garnering stares from people around you, but he didn’t care. “Do you like it?” you asked, your voice mumbled in his neck. He finally pulled away from you, cupping your cheeks. “I love it.”

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[lightbarebunnies]

Hello hello! I saw that there was one more matchup slot open and was like “hey, don’t mind if I do!”

So… about me. I’m a 19y.o. transmasc person (he/they). I’m a Pisces (cusp Aries) sun, Aquarius moon, and Capricorn rising, my MBTI type is ENTP, and my enneagram type is 8w7. I stand at 160cm (5’3”). I have shoulder length naturally wavy (I straighten it) strawberry blonde hair that I highlight with platinum blonde. I also have hazel eyes, pale skin and freckles.

Generally I dress in a mix of business casual and gothic aesthetics, combining stuff like your typical button-up shirt/dress pants combo with combat boots and long jackets/trenchcoats. Also tying bows around the neckline of collared shirts in the place of a tie, or wearing a bejeweled tie. I’m also quite the fan of blazers haha. In terms of jewelry, I usually wear cuff earrings (my favorite being a silver snake that slithers up my ear), and finger armor style rings, or ones that are designed to bend with your finger. I also do wear makeup, but usually it’s only eyeliner, and then a bit of eyeshadow and some rhinestones near my eyes in a color that matches my outfit.

I’m a sophomore in university, majoring in music with a concentration in vocal performance. I’ve been taking private vocal lessons since I was in elementary school, and music has been my passion for as long as I can remember. I’m also an amateur composer (although my teacher does say I’m a mature writer for my age, which is something I’m definitely proud of, hehe.) I’ve also been an actor since I was small, so I spent a lot of my formative years on a stage, and I wouldn’t have it any other way.

Although, I will definitely say, growing up in the entertainment industry and around so many people I grew to idolize made me a bit of a perfectionist in regard to my own work. I hold myself and anything that I make to a very high standard, but that’s because I want to see it be what I know it can be. I’m also a bit of a busybody since I’m almost always performing, composing, or working on college work. I do love it, though! Every day I’m always improving my craft, and working closer to finally being the musician I know I can be.

Outside of my professional life, though, I’m much less uptight, especially regarding myself, although music is still my lifeblood. I was on my debate team in high school, too, though. In terms of non-music related hobbies, I enjoy roller skating (I go every week), drawing (markers are my main medium), writing (I’m working on a gothic horror duology, but I also roleplay, literate to advanced lit), playing games (I also play Magic: The Gathering biweekly), dancing, and visiting museums (art exhibits or historical houses, there’s some preserved mansions nearby the theater where I work and perform nearly every day, and they’re my happy place, I go on my birthday nearly every year). I also read tarot, and I have a collection of crystals that grows by the day haha.

Some favorite bands/artists from outside of Ensemble Square would have to be Laufey, Frank Sinatra, Kaya, The Mechanisms, Evanescence, Dreamcatcher and Ali Project.

My love language is primarily compliments and acts of service, especially as I’m growing more comfortable around a person, since it takes me a second to be comfortable with being vulnerable without the safety of the stage lights and a role to feel safe behind. I’m more comfortable with hugs once I know someone well and we’re both clearly comfy with the idea of it. (Also, late night texts, usually driven by creative ideas.)

Hopefully this isn’t too much 😭 I did get a bit carried away, I was like “what else can I say” haha. I’m really curious to see how this goes!

Hi, hi! Your result will be under the read more to maintain the surprise surprise, while my thought process will be displayed below – it is entirely skipable <3

Initial Thoughts: Ah, ENTP… the dream partner MBTI /j I think Pisces-Aries cusps are incredibly interesting given how drastically different the individual signs typically are, but you being an 8w7 matches your sun sign perfectly? I love that for you!

Basically, 8w7 desires freedom and a feeling of self-control, while also not stomping those around them into confirming to them. You would get along best with someone slower paced, to build friendship before you move on to partnership – a sense of trust needs to be built so you can feel secure.

Initial Selection: Rei, Shu, Eichi, and Tatsumi are the four I ended up picking to examine further.

Rei: Old man no.1… He’s definitely the type who needs time to get close to someone before opening up about his true self at all. Rei is an INFJ, which may seem like an opposite to ENTP, but in reality they gel well together because their differences are so complimentary. You’d be able to give Rei new perspectives, while also keeping him from getting to deep into his own head.

Shu: INTJs tend to get along exceptionally well with ENTPs, providing deep and meaningful discussions and generally understanding each other far more than other MBTI types do. As a 1w9, he can relate to being an advocate for others to maintain their individuality and freedom (… I mean, look at how he gets frustrated with Mika for not embracing his own unique sense of creativity) but he also might nag you for not having as much ‘tact’ as he does.

Eichi: Eichi is a Capricorn, which gives him that strong ‘get things done’ work ethic as well as a general sense of passion and tenacity. Pisces-Aries cusp is unique in that it’s basically a more determined version of Pisces. You’re both able to be honest, and Eichi won’t absolutely dominate your personality with his own – while you both have your individual passions, you can appreciate the other’s.

Tatsumi: The layers of Tatsumi Kazehaya are not meant to be pealed back by just anyone, which is why I think the two of you would make a pretty good match. Like Rei and Eichi, he’s an INFJ. The biggest difference between the others is that he’s a type 7, which is your wing. You’re both more cooperative, warm people who are generally pleasant… so forming that initial bond will be easy and eventually you’ll get to a mutual sense of trust and comfort.

With all of that in mind…

I'd match you with Shu!

It’s definitely a slow burn, but once that fire starts it’s going to be impossible to put out. Even if you do something to absolutely infuriate him, he’ll be adamant on letting you know rather than ignore you or brush it off.

Music will definitely be the place your bond begins. He loves your creativity, especially in the various mediums that you enjoy, and the passion you have for music as a whole will spark that initial attraction. When hit with an idea that he can’t quite get out properly, he’s going to want to talk it out with you. Your varying perspectives will be more than enough for him to trust you with having a part in his creative process.

Given your similar need for time to develop a full relationship, things would progress slowly but surely. Museum trips for inspiration slowly start turning into dates, he’ll start to reach for to your hand when in a more populated areas, you might catch him looking at you more than the art.

Once you’re properly together and have established your romantic relationship, Shu is going to want to do more for you. He’ll offer to do your make-up, make you accessories to match a certain outfit you particularly like, and… if you’d let him, he’d certainly want to make some sort of matching attire for the two of you to wear. He’s proud of you, of being yours, and he’d like others to know that much.

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[ilikedyourablogithere]

My Dislyte Favorite 2022 Awards

I liked alot of stuff so this will be a while

Favorite Character Award: Falken

He looks like a batman villain/ kakashi/ Iori yagami and a Yugioh character mixed into one intimadating look guy but in actuality...he’s just a bit awkward and get misunderstood from time to time but he’s good people.

His story of having to rely on himself to support his family regardless of what was thrown at him is very admirable and you can’t help but want to root for him but then he meet Sander and finally made a friend and he learns to rely on others instead of doing everything himself and then wants to go out and do the same for others. And even though he has lost his friend it didn’t stop him from forging his own sense of justice and continues to move forward. He is a very interesting character to me and I look forward to whatever happens to him

Also he has laser beams, revenge energy stealing eye powers and he can turn into and summon a falcon! how cool is that

Best Boy Award: Lewis

I’ve always been a fan of boxer characters if a game has one I gotta use ‘em and Lewis is no exception. But what really hooked me on him is his wanting to do right by the people in his life. Even when his sister left to go the bad guys side he isn’t trying to drag her back by force or anything, he’s just being a big brother and showing her a good example (whether she’s paying attention is a whole different issue). He got good friends around him like Bardon, Tang Xuan and Li Ling as well as a pretty good mentor in Gaius looking out for him. All and all I think he’s doing just great

My favorite part was that little trivia about how he’s secretly trying to improve his penmanship. Just one of those tiny things that just make gravitate to certain characters.

Best Girl Award: Laura

She’s so dang nice and she just to help people. A bit basic? Not at all. It’s actually super hard to be nice. Like she first went to go be a doctor so she could help people but even after she became a surgeon when she got her superpowers she then went on to join the Esper Union. It’s like lady you’re a doctor you’re saving lives you’re doing good and Laura said “NO! I can be even more nice“ then goes on to save even more people

Like she just adopts a random kid she barely knows anything about. Like people don’t just do that. Being nice isn’t a basic thing at all. And all that nice and kindess she puts just gets to you and make you feel all warm inside and ... how can you not like her?

[NO BEST WAIFU OR HUSBANDO FOR 2022]

[NO BEST SHIP FOR 2022]

for whatever percent of y’all that were wondering about that. I dunno nothing really stuck. maybe next year

Best Anthro Award: Daylon

Should come as no surprise seeing how Sobek was one of my top picks from mythos that I wanted in the game and ever since he arrived I’ve been very satisfied

He’s actually a very chill guy. Nothing too grand or far out there. He’s just a guy, sure he may scare off someone from time to time with the whole crocodile “situation” but that’s not gonna stop him from living his life and helping out where he can as earnestly as he can

Best Monstergirl Award: Melanie

For as overused as the medusa, gorgon, snakes for hair gag is Melanie make it entertaining. Not a dull moment when it comes to her

Her complete unamusement of Fabrice (unless sleep depraved from binge reading shojo mangas) her not taking any nonsense from Leon, Ren Si or Biondina. Her big sister vibes with Li Guang and of course her goofy side she get to show off when she’s around her best friend Celine and she doesn’t have to be the responsible one for a bit.

She’s always just amusing where ever she shows up in the story (obviously someone’s favorite on the game’s team) and I look forward to more of her

Best Mythology Award: Egyptian

While all the character designs in the game are stellar  it’s the Egyptian mythos that stood out the most for me. Whenever a new one dropped they’re decked out in gold and jewelry. Not shy on giving furries some love. The colors from Kaylee being the color of the desert sand to Tiye the night sky. And of course the diversity of blackness. Can not stress enough how nice it is to not be this small corner of the fanbase that just gets brushed over and ignored all the time where we get like 3 and then a bunch of racially ambiguous ones who people will always fight you over because the idea of someone being black just have to be fought back against and it is nice to not have to do that for once...it is very nice

But ya I’ve been loving what I’ve been seeing and hope to love whatever comes next

Best Element Award: Inferno

I like ‘em hot and spicy and this element never disappoint. They can be Fighter Defender Controller Healer you give an inferno unit any role and you’ll never hear anyone thinking it is a bad idea. Flame on!

Best Boss Award: Fafnir

The icy lady is always a fun one to go up against. Whether I’m autoing her or playing the game myself I’m always on edge. All it takes is one move, one resist check and you can be collecting your relics with pride or have your team completely wipe out.

Not to mention her boss theme is a great one

Best Billboard Event Award: Bloody Hunt

Out of all the ones we had this is the one always feel relevant because so many things that were established start getting their pay off. Like various bounties bios and small one off topics that were casually brought up that you didn’t even give that much of a thought somehow end up being actual points of importance in the event. And most importantly of all...Bloody Hunt didn’t “end“ like nothing was really resolved and it feels like something that will come back to at some point in the story

Also dat trailer for it

oh so cool

Best Side Event Award: Origami Love

While I can’t say Ophelia is one of my top faves in the game she did bring along Esper Feud. And like no question my favorite side event

I had so much fun racking my brain figuring out how to beat challenges

Also the story was pretty enjoyable

Best Boss Theme Award: The Dark Star Lord

ho boy did they go that extra mile with this track. Even if you’re not good at this boss fight you still end up feeling good cause you get to here this great beat

and THEN the transition into another rendition of Enter Your Mind seriously how many versions did people submit of this one song ? not that I’M complain of course. My ears love it

Best DJ Contest Track Award : Refuge

Sorry wise there wasn’t much meat on that bone

But that song sure did make up for it. Had that on repeat nonstop for the longest

Best Character Theme Song Award: Reine des Roses

Like I love all the characters themes but I say Abigail’s edges out for that fun factor in it for me

Best Song Sung by the in game Characters: Soul Mate sung by Ahmed

Kinda the only one in this category for now but I still wanted to say it cause it IS a great song

ANYWAYS That’s that

Think I covered all my dislyte faves for 2022 and most certainly can’t wait for what dislyte does next

but for now

HAPPY NEW YEARS CHAMP

let’s make the best of it. stay safe out there

#dislyte

[cha-mij]

Ineffable Ambiguity

AO3 account - Chamij

Chapter Two: Athens 399 BC

Summary:

Aziraphale and Crowley meet by chance while visiting Athens.

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It had been another beautiful Athenian day. The sun was setting west of the Parthenon and Aziraphale thought it stunningly beautiful. He had always thought Athens beautiful. He had been walking along an avenue canopied either side by pomegranate trees. The silken red flowers bloomed overhead while the center of the road was decorated with plants and statues.

“Reminds me of the garden” Thought Aziraphale. “I wonder where that sword of mine ended up”.

As he took his evening walk, he came across a commotion. Hundreds of male Athenians had gathered and were clearly unhappy about something, though the shouting intermingled and became unintelligible.

“Is that you, Angel?”

Aziraphale turned and saw Crowley. Clothed in a black chiton with red rim and draped in matching chlamys to keep out the chill of the early summer evening. With his characteristic black eye pieces that hid his serpentine eyes from human glare, the red rim of the cloth added to the red of their hair to make Crowley look resplendent. Aziraphale smiled, then looked serious and fully extended his arm in protest

“Back, foul demon or feel God’s wroth as I smite thee!”

“You just can’t resist, can you?” said the demon, shaking his head.

“You never know who might be listening!” Aziraphale said for what must have been past the hundredth time since they had saved Job’s children together.

“Oh, do shush Aziraphale. You know no one cares enough to listen. Besides I doubt even heaven could hear you over this racket”.

They both turned and looked at the mob.

Standing ahead of the mass was a lone man dressed in pale blue. Portly, bearded, and attempting to look unafraid.

“This something to do with you lot, Angel?”

“I don’t think so. I assumed it was some hellish mischief since you’re here. It spoiled a perfectly lovely evening.”

“That man’s what you could call a friend of mine. He’s been on trial all day. This rabble are his so-called jurors.”

Aziraphale’s perplexity was obvious.

“What did he do that was so heinous? Is it something you made him do?”

“Don’t be ridiculous. I’ve tempted him to do nothing he wouldn’t have already done, and that is to face this trial with as much dignity as he can. His crime, Angel, was “corrupting the youth of Athens”. By that I mean poor Socrates there educated them until they asked questions about their deities.” Crowley looked down, and softening their voice added “nothing good comes from asking questions of deities”.

Aziraphale felt for his companion. They had fallen because questioning some of God’s decision making isn’t what angels were supposed to do. Crowley had created the Pillars of Creation which lay in the Serpens constellation and so their punishment after falling was to become a snake, and thus lose the ability to see the reds and yellows that made up the pillars. Able only to see the blue and green surrounding it. Aziraphale would never say aloud, but he had always thought that punishment particularly cruel. Crowley had turned bitter after that and had sworn never to see those pillars again. Aziraphale had met them right at the dawn of the nebula but had never heard their pre-fall name. Knowing them only as Crawley – the Serpent of Eden, and then as Crowley - the demon who went with hell only as far as they could.

Unlike almost any other being of hell Crowley still possessed good in them. Aziraphale had been surprised when, instead of having to be persuaded against for-filling their task to destroy the children of Job, Crowley had already plotted a genius plan to save the children, and thus fool both heaven and hell. Aziraphale, having struggled with the idea that God had wanted to destroy all that her favourite human loved simply to win a bet with Satan, had dared to try to save them and was shocked to find the demon had beaten him to it.

Aziraphale had learned two lessons that day. Firstly, that there was good in a demon. Secondly, that he could find himself at conflict with the affairs of heaven. He was greatly affected by the latter. It meant there was a chance he too could fall. For fraternisation, and for asking questions.

Socrates had given a valiant attempt at defending himself against the accusations of asebeia. He simply could not see how his refusal to believe that the gods did bad deeds like humans did could be classed as desecration. The mob, however, saw otherwise and demanded the death penalty.

Aziraphale and Crowley watched as Socrates was taken to his cell.

“I just cannot understand how God allows punishment for teaching people to question their surroundings”.

“You, Angel, must have a different God than I do”.

Aziraphale blushed with embarrassment. How could he have forgotten who he was talking to? He took Crowley’s hand and quietly apologised.

“I’m sorry my dear”.

“I know. Let’s get something to eat from the Agora, eh? Perhaps I could tell you all about Socrates?”

“I’d like that”.

The pair ate, drank and talked. The next day both were among those that visited the jail cell to suggest Socrates escape. Crowley outright planned to miracle him out of there, but instead listened quietly to Socrates’ resolution that he would never choose escape. He reminded them he could have asked for exile as punishment, but to leave his precious Athens under such conditions would be a fate worse than death. He chose instead to drink hemlock, and that day had been replaying in Crowley’s mind for months

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