#but i hope y’all enjoy anyways lmfao

[collectivecloseness]

Obsessed with all your Kurt fics! Was wondering if maybe you could do something along the lines of watching a scary movie with him and rubbing against him accidentally in fear. Then it slowly turns into sex as he just moans and grinds against you? I hope that makes sense 😅 I see Kurt as a bottom but I think he could totally be a top rarely. Can this time be one of them?

Tysm cherub! I’m rly glad you like them haha!

Watching the horror film was already turning Kurt on a little. Not that he’d ever admit that to you. But you two lying on the couch like this to watch movies, with Kurt spooning you from behind as you both lay in the dark room, his arms around your body, and his crotch pressed up against your ass? Well this position usually caused a rise in Kurt down there. You, in general, always did.

You both usually enjoyed your horror film nights. But this movie you’d picked, was based around something you’d told Kurt you’d always been scared of. He thought you were so cool, for picking that one on purpose then. Kurt always thought you were cool.

Although it did give him an extra, unexpected, advantage. While Kurt sometimes would test rubbing himself against you in this position, this time, he didnt have to move first. Apparently you were finding this film that played on your personal fears scary, because every time you jumped, you launched yourself back straight into Kurt. And with no space at the back of the couch for him to go, you were bouncing against his already stiffening cock each and every time.

And then there were the moments you were waiting in anticipation for a jumpscare. Oh boy. Kurt felt you wriggling, writhing back into him, trying to push and squeeze and mould yourself as best you could into Kurt’s body, especially at this arched angle. Which meant the minute of you wriggling into him, preceded almost every thrust against his cock.

Not only was this immensely turning Kurt on. But it also made him feel protective of you, in a way. Or more so, like he should be your protector. It was really speaking to his dominant side.

“Baby, are you too scared?” Kurt asked in the quiet of the room, stroking your hair behind your head as he questioned you. Comforting you with his tucks, as he got to play with your hair, and see how scared you were in his arms right now. Just how much you needed him.

You thought his voice sounded flatter because he was tired, or unsure why you were scared, he could sometimes get like that when others were emotional in scenarios, he would seemingly be able to shove any emotions deep down for. Not that Kurt couldn’t get emotional in other ways. You didn’t quite catch the sultry hint in his voice, with the screaming in the forefront of your earshot. His touch did feel good though. You leant into Kurt more. “No. I’m enjoying it. Just hold me more Kurt please? I like that.” You rubbed your head into his hand, a bit like a cat, and you could feel his laughter bursting through his nose, as he rubbed your head. Seemingly finding it cute.

“Okay. I’m here. I’ll look after you.” Kurt responded, like something was funny. Still rubbing and petting your head. Giving you a kiss there though, humming against a vein in your skull, which was making your brain feel a bit weird, but you weren’t going to say anything in the hush.

That was until, you felt Kurt slamming his hips into you. His arms wrapped smoothly around your waist the second his hips dug in. No subtlety, and no grace or decorum. Just pounding his crotch straight into your flesh, looking down at it carnally.

“Kurt what’re you doing?!” You shriek a little, only because you’re caught off guard, you hardly notice your hand moving atop his, keeping his arm caged in around you.

You don’t realise how much your shriek helps your lover, especially with the bloody yelling from the tv screen. Kurt huffs against the back of your head, pushing you down a little as he focuses on his angle. Pressing your body into the sofa to rub himself extra hard against you, in just the right places. “You said you wanted me to look after you.” He replied simply, before flipping you over so you’re fully on your back.

And this time you can see his smirk, in between the way he licks at his lips, from your yelp at the sudden move. His hands managing to turn you over so easily. To move you about recklessly, at his will. And his eyes so amused, so hungry, at your surprised expression.

That greed soon took over his eyes though, and it was if as the tv screen flickered to a brighter colour in the room, you could tell Kurt’s eyes had somehow gotten darker.

Kurt’s hand lurched out to your clothed core. Cupping his palm around your heat and pressing there, as if to not let you go. You couldn’t help but buck up into his hand. Straight into the warmth of his palm, a small high pitched moan escaping you at the sudden touch.

“I can feel how needy you are for me here.” Kurt purred, rubbing over your cunt not like he does when he wants to serve and please you, but like he’s lewdly groping the piece of you he wants so bad. His whole aura was overpowering. And you couldn’t help but quieten down as Kurt glared above you. Your lips puckered ready for a kiss, even as your throat stopped with no words even wanting to come out. They weren’t necessary. Kurt’s dominant look persevered. “I said I was going to look after you.”

He spoke clearly, confidently, domineering. Kurt wasn’t saying this as a promise to you like one you’d asked him to keep. Kurt was saying it as a rule he had created, and would kill before letting anyone alter it, or stop him from following. Kurt would not be misunderstood, or made out to be any less powerful. This Kurt would not be called bossy, and stop tantrumming for what he wants by getting a hint of attention. You knew your Kurt. This was his time to shine, and really show off his dominant side in front of you.

Kurt shoved his hands behind your head. Accidentally getting his long digits tangled in your hair, but he moved them around until they were set locking you in from behind. He threw his leg over your body and you gasped as his weight came down, a sudden move that left you caught weak, and slightly stunned. That’s when Kurt started grinding into you. Dry humping you, even with both your clothes on, but being so close, so insanely covetous. And he was really pressing into you.

You were moaning quickly, body moving under him with each powerful thrust, as he pushed his clothed member into your mount. You could feel how rock hard Kurt was, even with all the layers. And he was resolute to shove that inside you. Masterfully unflinching. When he was like this, you always thought he’d be able to fuck you even with your clothes on. Rip a hole through both your goddamn pants with how hard he thrusts into you. Piercing the clothes from friction and stubbornness and his determination to fuck you so bad. Of course you knew it was impossible. But when he was in charge like this, you just knew to stay under him, let him work you both through it, and you simply moaned with the possibilities, of him being so good in control.

“Look at you. You’re getting all needy.” Kurt pants above you. And you know he’s talking about the fact you’re still fully dressed, but you’re digging your hands into his arms to even attempt at quietening down your whines. The fact he can probably feel how wet you are, even through those layers. Kurt was usually needy, but Kurt loved when you got needy back.

A scream filled the room, that wasn’t yours. And for just two seconds, escaping Kurt’s glowering gaze, you turned your head to the side, to see the tv. The rest of the room black, except for the glow illuminating you two in this salacious position, on the goddamn couch. Your eyes on the screen as a girl screamed at her killer.

“Don’t look at that.” Kurt snapped your attention back, hand going to your cheek after he spoke, just locking it there to cage you in even more. “Just look at me.”

You nodded, Kurt starting to move against you more again, quicker now. His hair bouncing over you as his head tilted back. A small “Fuck” leaving his lips breathlessly.

“Mmhm. Promise. I’ll look at you Kurt.” You said quietly, getting him to look back at you with a satisfied gaze in his eyes.

As Kurt’s head shot forward, you thought he was going to kiss you. But instead, he pressed his forehead against yours. Still sweet, in a way, even as you two were bouncing, and he was panting still, against your face. Kurt hummed, and you could feel his hips slowing down, thinking he was about ready to cum. But instead, Kurt pressed onto you one tiny kiss, poorly aimed to the side of your nose, before he dragged your thighs down, and started pulling your pants off you. You should’ve known Kurt in this mindset wouldn’t be done so quickly.

You helped him out, taking off your own shirt, while Kurt did his, although Kurt’s hands slapped onto your chest before you could remove your bra. You winced a little, he’d clearly been eager, but Kurt hummed as he rubbed over your breasts. Rolling them in his hands, as he kept rutting at you, this time into the back of your thigh, where he could more easily reach, instead of your cunt. Although he didn’t seem to mind either way.

Then Kurt’s mouth darted forward, and it was on your chest in an instant. He mouthed over your breasts noisily, humming in either content, or an earthly thirst for more. Kissing over them in wide open kisses, sucking the top of them into his mouth, scraping his teeth over them, biting them, flatly jamming his tongue against them. Whatever he could do, before he was ripping your bra off you.

Before you could complain with an actual shout, Kurt cut you off hastily by promising “I’ll buy you it again.” In fact, as his mouth moved down to sloppily kissing, and scraping his teeth over your bellybutton, in a feasting way simply hungry for more of your flesh, he promised to buy you five more.

Kurt managed to relieve your nipple of his mouth quickly enough, his hands aiming for his pants, and the zipper sound made a spark soar even greater between your legs. When your hands reached over to help him out his confines, he pushed them away however. Freeing himself, before moving back to press your hands together, into your chest. Kurt looked you up and down for a few seconds. Considering you, almost, as you gazed at him too. Until he finally spoke up, with a sharp “Mine.”

“Mmhm. All yours Kurt.” You promised him.

That seemed to slow down his movements a little. Soften him. And as you raised a hand to cup his cheek, you watched as his eyes shut closed, and he leaned into your touch. God he was so warm. But you didn’t get long to think, because his eyes were open again and, while slightly less steely, still very much in charge.

You watched his hand reach downwards, and you knew what he was doing. Relaxing into the couch, while Kurt started pushing himself inside you.

You could tell he was being still gentler as he did this. His hand went to your arm, supporting you, as he grazed just the tip inside. You extended your neck, tilting your chin upwards, hoping Kurt would get the message. And oh was he such a good boyfriend. He knew what you liked. Kurt immediately went in on your neck. Pressing kisses to your favourite spot of all time. Covering your neck and jaw in sloppy, nipping, deep bruising kisses. Nuzzling his mouth back and forth wildly into the crook of your neck, that made you whine right into his ear, as he pushed himself inside you. Enough so he could start fucking you, only pulling back from your neck when the wet slapping sounds of him fucking your hole began to become audible.

Kurt pressed down his bare chest on top of you, and you could feel how even, and how rugged, his breaths were, as his eyes focused in on you, fucking you like his life depended on it, on this couch. He only seemed to get this controlled when he’s dominant, and it was doing a lot for you. Raising your hand up to cup his cheek, while he just stares down at you, you feel him rocking hard against your walls, almost filling you to the point he can fuck that sensitive part deep inside, already. Kurt bites at your palm, and you only moan in response. Something that gets you bitten everywhere else.

He presses not just his chest, but his whole body weight on top of you. With you unable to tell if his eyes are lighting up or darkening, at the way your hands scratch marks into his back whenever he does so. Locking you in place with his thighs, hands creating shaped bruises into your flesh that are from passion alone. And you’re sure he’s going to be excitedly kissing all over later.

His cheek presses to the side of your head at one point. And maybe it’s just so you can feel his drool from his lips, and hear his rough breath in your ears, and stick to his sweat, all while he can so dirtily inhale at your neck, and make you feel like a piece of meat. Only increasing that feeling as his thumb presses jabs into your clit. Forceful, but not in an awkward painful way. Soon Kurt’s abusing your poor, swollen button. Swearing you off from cumming until he’s finshed fucking you. Until he says he’s filled you full with his cum, until he’s bred you properly. Stuffed so full it’ll be leaking out of you, and he won’t let anyone else touch you, since they’ll see how full of his cum you are. Kurt’s breeding kink always seemed to come more head on, when he was feeling dominant with you.

And as a woman screams, and red light fills the room from the blood splatter on screen, Kurt can feel himself unravelling as your moans turn into your own screams in unison. Your nails dig into his back as you start groaning into his shoulder, while you finally cum, with his grunted permission of “Go ahead. Fucking cum for me.”

Kurt smashes his lips into yours, and finally feels that release. Cumming so deep inside you, while he keeps thrusting his hips. Needing it all. Needing to feel your walls clench around him and keep him in tight, while you scream his name, and he gets to make you his even more by shooting his load inside you. His own pleased moans being swallowed by your lips, as he ravages yours back. Being able to fuck you through your orgasm as he keeps cumming deep inside your pussy, finally shaking on his arms a little, as he holds you, still. Finally feeling all of himself draining, and wanting nothing more than to just collapse on top of you, still inside, and finish the movie. Kurt can’t help but kiss you when he cums, even when he’s very dominant, a lot of the time. It’s just in Kurt’s nature now. Something his brain, and his heart, are just created to do.

But don’t worry. Kurt always gives such good aftercare to his baby. Once they’ve been shown how dominant he can be. He’ll make sure you know you’re his, you’re with him, for good reason! And he wants to make sure you’re feeling just as loved, actually more, than when you began. Anything you need, is yours, okay? Are you okay? He’s still so thankful for having you in his life, and so happy, in this instance, that he got to fuck you so good you nearly cried as a horror film played the score for your grand love scene :)

#I didn’t feel as good abt this one but maybe it’s bc I don’t write super dom men as much?? #idm writing dom men at all but I usually do softer dom types (maybe it’s bc I dislike overpowering men irl 🤭 LMFAO) #i do still write dom men tho loads so idk maybe I just felt off today haha #also bc I’ve written a lot of Kurt smut recently sometimes I feel like if I try to change it up it’s not as good and gets worse the more #stuff I try to do/dif ways I try to describe it ig? #but I think that just comes with writing a lot of dif pieces with the same genre in a small time period bwaha #so shouldn’t be a long lasting thing #hope y’all still enjoy anyway!! #hope this was alright! :) #citrussy #kurt kunkle #spree 2020 #anon #ask #kurt kunkle/reader #kurt kunkle x reader #kurt kunkle drabble

[pix3lplays]

No because y’all’s brains are so big he HAS to be a perfectionist. And has a very “I told you so” attitude about things. “I’m always right” so when he happens to once in a blue moon not be right he’s pouty about it. But he can afford to be a lil haughty because “I’m a genius”, ya know? Also there’s gotta be at least ONE person who was like “why does this nerd have so much muscle mass what does he NEED it for-“

I say nerd affectionately, I swear.

Maybe there’s an explanation for that in his story, but for now I like to live thinking there was at least a handful of people who were really just like “???” The math calculations meme, lmfao-

But I just know that Dr. Ratio pulls like look at him- There’s no way he isn’t getting everyone to fall for him. Simps out the wazoo fr. 😳

Also hhhh I like to think he might be a bit particular about his hair. Does not like people getting close to the perfection that is his hair. Very “you can look but you can’t touch” *flips his hair*/hj

Also back to his perfectionism- I wonder if he’d have OCD??? What a wild idea because like that would take the idea of perfectionism to the next level. Cannot Continue what he was doing if he feels even something itty bitty is out of place but then has a sigh of relief when he fixes it then continues like he didn’t look like the world was ending just .5 seconds ago.

(Am I saying this because it also makes sense to me who has OCD? Maybe don’t perceive me-)

His idea of a good time probably has to do with discussing the intricacies of quantum physics or something like that but others are just sitting there like “please speak (insert language here) OTL”.

On one hand, I think he’d have the best time with a person who is also very smart because he’d finally have someone to bounce his ideas off of and someone to discuss at length the things he can’t talk about with others because getting them to understand would take forever.

But on the other hand I can see him being like “you’re dumb I like that in a person-“/j

(But that one is leaning a lil more towards what I’d imagine him like as a yandere but that’s neither here nor there- Just thinks you’re just such a sweet little dumb thing. <333)

ANYWAYS MOVING PAST THAT AND NOT LOOKING BACK AT IT-

As frustrated as he can get with people just Not Getting It and not being as smart as he is, he also enjoys being Mr. Smarty Pants. (Also yes if you called him that he just goes, “But of course I’m smart- I’m glad you noticed.” With the smuggest look on his face because what are you gonna say to that-)

And once he’s started having feelings for a person, he’s just like “I love them too much to really be upset or frustrated” when he has to slowly explain his more complicated thoughts to them.

Widnksjxjs I can see him sitting with you in his lap, gently explaining something in the book in front of you (watch it be a math book or something he is Dr. Ratio after all-) while holding one of your hands and his free hand pointing to what he’s talking about in the book.

Probably during a library date.

Just speaking in low tones so as to not disturb the quiet but as a result is nearly whispering in your ear while affectionately rubbing his thumb over the hand he’s holding. Waow just imagining him being soft and affectionate while doing something he loves with the person he loves is sjxndjjx-

Anyways bye- 😂

Sorry sorry did you just mention YANDERE DR. RATIO?? Are you trying to steal my heart???!

I could absolutely see him Loving being the more intelligent one in a relationship, but I could also see him loving the challenge that comes from being with someone as smart as him AAAA I’m not sure which I’m leaning more towards!

(Let’s be real I’m leaning towards him wanting to be the smart one in the relationship. It feeds his already big Ego.)

But I know he’s a sweetheart underneath all that pomp

And yes no kidding perfectionist Dr. Ratio is so real I hope it’s true because he Screams perfectionist

He doesn’t Need all that muscle mass but Hoyoverse made him and thought muscle mass and there’s a reason for that.

I feel like he’s the type to gasp dramatically in offense after being called a nerd lolol but he was definitely the type who got shoved into lockers at school.

And as a partner??? Don’t get me STARTED???????? Sitting in his lap while he whispers to you???? Yes please??????

And yes that nerd (affectionate) would absolutely take you to the library to read math books with you.

Anyways thanks again for the thoughts!! They were Magnificent✨✨

#honkai star rail #honkai star rail x reader #Dr. Ratio #Dr. Ratio x reader #Hsr Dr. Ratio x reader #honkai star rail Dr. Ratio x reader

[3terna15unshin3]

Touch

Who will be the first to break?

2704 words

warnings: !! 18+ !! smut, mutual masturbation, unprotected sex, very minimal editing (sorry)

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a/n: Not requested but last time i posted smut y’all really liked it lmfao😭😭 I also felt sufficiently inspired to write a mutual masturbation tbsg blurb bc of tdab pt 2 by the iconic @lottiecrabie and also this fic that i love by @wrongendofurcigarette <33333 thank u for the inspo besties ok anyway hope u enjoy love u bye xo

(I wrote an entire 15 chapter fic of this universe! Read it here)

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Matty was supposed to touch down on the tarmac around half nine. But as a symbol of his amazing luck, weather delays held him back and Este sat at home, impatiently waiting and jittering with anticipation. It was almost eleven in the evening and he still hadn’t arrived.

The months he’d been gone inched slowly by, and she only felt herself missing him more the closer his return date approached. Este started to feel like the floors of their home were colder in his absence. Like the lights were either too dim that she had to squint or too bright that it made her head throb. But sulking about it didn’t help—so she busied herself to make time go by faster.

She went on runs with Keiko. Wrote her weekly pieces twice as fast. Read double the amount of novels. Dipped her right hand into her knickers and thought about Matty. Sometimes alone, and sometimes with his virtual company; always hearing him whine about how much better Este felt around him in comparison to his fist. 

There was usually food ready to satisfy his hungry post-flight state, but because of the late hour, he insisted that Este shouldn’t bother. He didn’t want to waste time eating. If I get hungry then I’ll just eat her, thought Matty during his Uber home.

She was on the brink of falling asleep when Matty sent her a message to let her know that he would pull up at any second. Her body sprung up and ran to wait in the doorway before she could even process the words. There were butterflies pounding at her chest purely at the way the approaching headlights hit the pavement. She leaned on the doorframe and attempted to appear cool and collected. Then, an idea came to mind.

He pretty much tackled Este into an embrace when he finally walked up. They waddled into the house and breathed in each other’s scents. “Hi baby,” Matty whispered, pulling his face away to bring her lips to his. 

But, only millimetres before they could graze, Este inched away. She had on a mischievous smirk instead, letting Matty feel her hot breath on his skin as she exhaled.

Worry grew in his mind. “Is something wrong?”

“Nothing at all, love,” Este shook her head, backing away even more to grab the bags his hands gripped to bring them to their bedroom. A smirk still sat on her lips as he cluelessly followed behind her confident steps. “I was just thinking about how long it’s been since you’ve touched me.”

His throat immediately dried up as he caught on to what she was doing. Este knew they were both desperate for one thing—but wanted him to prove how bad he wanted it.

“Yeah, fuck. It’s been ages. So let me,” Matty begged, reaching to caress her jaw. She was quick to dodge.

“But don’t you ever wonder how long we can make it? Before we break?” 

Este’s hips swayed back and forth purposefully as she took the claw clip that sat on her bedside table. In a few swift manoeuvres, she threw her dark hair up and secured it there. He watched her hands work meticulously and adored the way the shorter wavy pieces fell out of the clip and dangled next to her face. What he didn’t adore was that he could now see so much of her neck, and that she surely wouldn’t let him kiss it. 

“What are you doing?” He asked gingerly.

It was a rhetorical question. You know exactly what I’m doing, thought Este.

“Posing a question, ‘s all.” She answered, walking back around the bed to exit their room and head to the kitchen. Matty followed, of course.

Their feet padded down the stairs. “Don’t do this to me, E. Please,” he finally vocalised. 

It took everything in her to leave him hanging for the couple of seconds it took to fetch the bottle of red she’d been saving. She uncorked it and took a swig, repressing the want (more like need) to pounce onto him like a cat. 

“First one to touch loses.”

"Fine. Game on."

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They brought the bottle of wine over to the sofa and took turns sipping it. To not be as tempted, they even sat on opposite ends. Out of reach. 

It wasn’t until then that Matty realised she was wearing a pair of his boxers as shorts. She had to roll over the waistband a couple of times to stop them from falling off her hips, but they still fit loosely. The way Este was scrunched up—clearly trying to make herself comfortable within the couch cushions—made the boxers tug lower. Matty peered at the skin low on her hips and made the assumption that she wasn’t wearing anything underneath. God. If he yanked them down her thighs there would be nothing between him and her cunt.

He adjusted his pants, growing hard at the thought. Not a great way to play if he wanted to win.

Este was just as hot and bothered as him, but was just a bit better at hiding it. She stared at his hand that gripped the remote, flicking through the options on Netflix mindlessly (though he couldn’t care less about what was on the telly). The veins on the back of his hand flexed, and Este’s eyes watched. She then trailed them upwards on his arm and took note of how sculpted they were. Had they always been that big? she thought. Bloody hell. 

As if on perfect cue, Matty scooched himself lower, now almost fully on his back to relax. He threw an arm up and behind his head, hand cradling the back of his neck. The action flicked the bottom hem of his t-shirt upwards, forcing the ink on his skin to be exposed to the air. His hips rose and wiggled back and forth before he sealed the comfy action with a quick yawn. Of course he chose to do it while he saw Este’s head turned to him instead of the television, feeling the burn of her gaze. Any other day, she’d be on his lap in seconds.

Her breathing quickened. It was a bit embarrassing that something so simple could drive her insane—so she briefly used her hands to cover her reddening face. Holding out as a strategy clearly wasn’t going well. So, Este thought of what might speed things up.

“Gonna go for a wee. You know what wine does to me,” she suddenly announced, getting up and running to the toilet. Sure, she really did have to go. But once she finished, she decided to leave the boxers on the bathroom floor instead of pulling them back on.

Walking back into Matty’s line of sight, now only clothed with a black baby tee that hugged her torso and nothing on her bottom half, Este stopped in front of him to bend down and grab the bottle of wine that sat on the coffee table. She turned around to face him and locked her eyes with his as she took a swig. 

His mouth fell open for the few seconds he maintained the eye contact, but soon let his focus fall down her body, ultimately stopping at her bare pussy. He watched the space below her belly button expand and contract as she slowly breathed in and out. He even saw her thighs clench together. You’ve got to be fucking kidding me, he thought. This is torture. 

“My eyes are up here,” commented Este playfully, breaking the trance he was clearly stuck in, and then returning to her corner of the sofa. 

“Fuck off,” Matty confidently responded with a scoff, though she could tell from the small smile of defeat on his face that she’d caught him off guard. “Didn’t have the balls to leave the shirt behind too, huh? Only my boxers?”

She raised her eyebrows. “Oh, do you want it gone? In that case—”

Matty then watched the small black article of clothing hit the floor, leaving Este completely nude & no more than a metre out of his reach. The same Este he hadn’t touched in nine weeks.

A smug look stared back at him as he thought of ways to one-up her. He couldn’t just copy and strip, like her. It had to be something more. So, he reached into his pants—still looking at her in the eye—pulling his cock out. Why beat around the bush? It was already red and hard, begging to be touched. And since he couldn’t touch her, he touched himself instead.

Este refused to look away. She couldn’t. Her brown eyes were locked onto his fist that tugged slowly up and down his length. Subconsciously, she swiped her bottom lip with her tongue. 

“Look at you, licking your lips. Wishing it was your mouth,” taunted Matty, “You don’t even want me to touch you. You want to touch me, baby. You love it when I fuck your face.”

He watched her writhe and sigh in dissatisfaction, seeing that Este knew he was right. Her hand inched down to her throbbing and exposed clit, finally daring to apply some pressure and whining in relief. 

“You’ve got quite the ego on yourself, Healy,” she squeaked, trying not to moan at her fingers circling her clit with haste. “You’ll be begging to cum in my mouth. Touch me first and maybe I’ll let you.”

Matty’s hips bucked upwards as he matched the speed of his pumps to that of Este’s hand against herself. “Fuck, you’re killing me,” he moaned, closing his eyes in pleasure and fantasy. 

Waiting until she saw his stare reconnect with hers, Este teased her fingertips south to her entrance. It was slick with wetness and desperate to be filled. Siding two fingers in, her jaw dropped open, and her hips rocked upwards to feel them deeper. A gasp escaped her lips. She let out a shaky groan when they bottomed out and yearned for them to be Matty’s instead.

“Mine don’t fill me up the way yours do.”

The sounds of both her fingers moving in and out of her cunt and him fucking his fist radiated throughout the room, overtaking whatever Netflix show Matty settled on. Both moving in sync.

“Come over here and sit on me, then. I can fuck you better than that,” he coerced.

Watching through his half-shut eyelids, he thought, I bet her wrist is tired. She’ll give in soon. But by then it was less of a thought and more of a prayer. 

“But that would mean you’d win,” Este pointed out the obvious. “And I can’t let that happen.” 

He rolled his eyes. “Turn to me, E. I need to see more of you,” commanded Matty. 

She listened and pivoted, spreading her thighs even further. She arched her back off of the sofa when her fingers grazed a certain spot, making her hold back what she knew would have been Matty’s name slipping past her lips. Her thumb rubbed furiously at her clit simultaneously. Surely he’ll touch me if I come, considered Este, chasing her high.

His lip was pinned between his teeth as he continued watching her. Her sopping pussy was in full view, making Matty think of what it felt like around him. The way she’d clench her walls just before he was about to cum and how it would always get him there faster. How easily he could make that familiar sensation a reality if he’d just give in.

Studying Este’s chest, where her other hand sat and fiddled with her hard nipples, Matty saw how quickly it heaved up and down. Her breaths were laboured. A layer of sweat glistened on her forehead and her gaze struggled to pin onto him. She’s close, he discovered.

“You’re almost there, darling. I know that arm of yours is tired. I’d have you cumming in seconds if you just come over and let me win,” he whispered desperately.

Este moaned at his words, speeding up her fingers. “So are you,” she pointed out, “and if you cum in your—fuck, Matty—if you cum in your hand, you won’t get to cum inside me.”

She made a good point. He sped up to match her, thrusting his hips up to meet his hand faster.

“Then come here and sit on me,” whined Matty, still not giving in, frustrating Este. Resentment for her silly game grew. If he wouldn’t let her win now, she had to do more. The visual wasn’t enough. She had to beg for it. Literally.

“Please, baby! I feel so fucking empty. I need you to fuck me now. Riding you won’t be enough. I need you to come over here and hold me down and fuck me—shit! Rail me so hard that we forget our own names. Need to feel you deeper than I ever have. Do whatever you want to me, please, Matty. I’ll do anything—”

Her voice pushed him over the edge. He didn't care about the stupid game anymore.

He wasn’t sure if he’d ever moved so fast in his life; climbing over to Este’s side of the sofa. She gasped when she felt Matty’s hands grip her hips to pull her closer, not giving her any time to adjust before sinking himself into her cunt.

They groaned in unison, the feeling they were chasing hit them even harder after the painstaking period of forbidden touch. She felt every inch of him against her walls, pressing a hand into her lower stomach to feel him there too.

“Is this what you wanted?” he intensely spat at her, beginning to pound into her with no avail.

Matty’s hips slammed together with hers over and over, lighting the fire in Este’s core. Her mind went hazy with pleasure and she struggled to even answer him. Her jaw was stuck agape and the only things he could hear out of her were frenzied and pornographic moans.

“Yes, fuck, yes. Don’t stop, I’m gonna cum,” she cried.

He squeezed his eyes tightly shut as he felt his climax approach too. But he couldn’t keep them shut for long, as he craved the sight of her beneath him, still tirelessly swiping at her clit. Her breasts bounced up and down at the force of Matty’s hips, which now buckled with a messy rhythm. The hair that stuck to her wet forehead was swiped away by a finger of his, getting it out of the way, needing the full view of Este’s face. 

“Cum for me, E. I thought about this every night when I was gone. Couldn’t hold back any longer—fuck—you win. This pussy is mine. So perfect for me,” Matty egged. 

Este let go and the notorious clench of her walls pushed him to do the same. The warmth deep inside her signalled that Matty had shot his hot seed into her, groaning and worshipping her name as he did. She reached up to yank on his curls and saw stars for a moment, the pure euphoria carrying her high in pleasure like she’d never seen before. He gave her exactly what she’d been needing, those nights alone. Nobody could fuck her like him.

Her stomach immediately felt like jello in the aftershock of her orgasm. They both panted into each other's mouths, slick with sweat, giddy smiles on their faces. Matty’s arms gave out, laying on top of her gently, still twitching inside of her. He didn’t have an ounce of extra energy to pull out. Not that he really wanted to, anyway.

“What’s my prize?” Este asked, throat rough from the screaming she’d just done. 

Matty glanced at the TV, where the time was displayed. 00:28. They hadn’t even lasted half an hour at her ‘game’.

“I reckon I can make you cum three more times before we fall asleep?” he suggested.

“Deal,” she agreed, “Or you can fuck my face like you mentioned. Up to you,” finished Este with a giggle.

His eyes widened in shock, hiding his face in her neck as they both laughed.

“Might need a bit of time to, you know, recharge before we get to that. But I am not passing up on that offer.”

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[ritzyu]

Pretty Flower.

🌹Favorite line: "You kiss me then fuck her!?" Sorry I just had to lmao

🌹 pairing: Yeonjun x fem!reader

🌹 genre: angst, fluff (if you squint), and pinch of smut..

🌹 warnings: mentions of; violence, suicidal thoughts, blood, fictional disease- (hanahaki disease), coughing out blood and flowers, cursing, suggestive contents, pet names, unprotected sex, soft sex. if I miss something, please do tell me^^.

🌹 w/c: 8.9k

🌹 disclaimer(s): 

the header and dividers in this post were edited/made by me, so please don’t come at me for “not giving credit”. 

this does not represent txt’s Choi Yeonjun in any way. Everything that this post contains are all fiction. Please don’t take anything too seriously.

🌹 a/n: hi loves, I'm sorry this post took too long to update:( life happened so.. Anyways - This fic contains mature content. Please, Minors Do Not Interact. Oh and btw, the smut part will start under the red divider, and will end once you see the second red divider^^ (I said that bcs just in case y’all wanna skip it lmfao). thank you and I hope you enjoy! 

You and Yeonjun were both in the library, studying and preparing for the final exam you’ll be having in a few days, which was math. Yeonjun wasn’t really your classmate. He was a year ahead of you. His class were finished with their finals and other schoolwork, so he happily obliged when you asked him if he was able to help you study, since he didn’t have anything better to do and wanted to spend more time with you.

“So you multiply this term by that term then...” you mumble, tapping the end of your mechanical pencil on your chin as you stare down at the problem Yeonjun gave you as practice. Yeonjun smiled, seeing how cute you were, slightly struggling and so focused on solving the last question. 

“Okay, I’m finished!” with a proud and confident smile, you spun your paper upside down and slid it closer to Yeonjun’s side. He raised a brow at you before eyeing the piece of paper. He placed his index finger on it as he checked your answers. After ten seconds, he shook his head then gave you back your paper. Explaining how you did the last question wrong. 

Clicking his tongue, he wrote another two problems on a separate sheet of paper. “Come on Jjun! It was just one question!” you whined, making the man in front of you lift his head from the paper. “You know our rules, y/n. One wrong question, you get an extra two more to solve.” you crossed your arms and pout at him, a frown visible on your face. Yeonjun sighed.

“Fine. I’ll let you off the hook this time because your cute.” he leaned over to your side of the table and pinched your nose as he shakes your head. “Come on little one, I’ll get you something to eat for your hard work-” his sentence got cut short when someone suddenly spoke.

“That wouldn’t be necessary, Yeonjun.” it was Ryan, your boyfriend that Yeonjun thinks is a complete eyesore. You and Ryan had been dating for almost a year now. No matter how much you try to make Ryan and Yeonjun, whom was your best friend for almost half of your life, to get along, they just won’t cooperate.

Yeonjun always thought Ryan was a complete jerk and was just a fuck boy whom just had his cock inside women each and every night, he wasn’t wrong though. That’s why he was so surprised when you told him that you were dating the Ryan. You told him not to worry about you and told him that Ryan sounded sincere when he told you what he felt. He was disappointed, but didn’t want to just tell you to break up with Ryan because of what he believes he is, and he didn’t wanna seem that he was controlling your life, which wasn’t. He wanted you to be free and happy, so he just warned you to be careful and immediately tell him if Ryan did some fucked up shit.

“I’ll be taking her out.” Ryan then placed a hand over your shoulder, Yeonjun mentally rolled his eyes at that, he just nodded and waved goodbye to you and with that, he left without a word. You were looking back at him with a slightly upset face, he didn’t even give you a chance to thank him. 

“C’mon, baby” Ryan kissed you on the lips, you nodded then went out the library. You two were just having a normal conversation until his phone suddenly rang. He took it out of his pocket to check who it was. His eyes widened for a while once he checked who it was before turning to you. Just as when you were about to ask him who it was, he spoke, “Excuse me” he then turned around and walked a little bit away from you before answering the call. 

An agonizing five minutes of waiting passed and you then saw him coming back to where you were, his face looking tense and awkward, palm resting on the back of his neck. You sighed, knowing what words he was going to spit out now. “Sorry baby, I can’t go with you right now, it’s just an emergency and I need to go, I also can’t drop you home since it’s urge-”

“It’s alright,” you gave him a half lit fake smile, “I could just walk.” Ryan kissed your forehead and thanked you for understanding, then, he got in his car and left. 

It’s not like you cared anymore if he drops you home anyways, you got used to it. You didn’t wanna seem like a complete brat and while and complain about his reason more like excuses. You started walking home, but you felt a sudden tightness in your chest. You struggled to find you inhaler in your bag, and once you did you eventually dropped it, before you could even pick it up, someone else did. Yeonjun. 

“Woah there y/n,” he then immediately went to you and handed you your inhaler. Once you calmed down, you looked back at Yeonjun, who was looking back at you with eyes filled waves of concern. You thanked the man and he sighed. 

“He left you again, huh? That fucker.” chuckling awkwardly, you gently nudged your shoulder on his arm. “It’s alright Jju-” “No. It’s not. Aish.” he took your bag and slung it over his shoulder then took your hand in his. Opening the door to his car, he gestured his hand for you to go inside and you did, he then followed. 

He turned on the engine of his car and started driving, his finger tapping on the steering wheel. “Where are we going Jjun?”

“I’m driving you home. Something that that stupid excuse of a boyfriend, Ryan, can’t do.” you gulped, then silence filled the car. You both were sitting in complete silence as he drove you home. A few unbearable minutes passed, Yeonjun finally spoke.

“I’m sorry.” he started, “It’s just pissing me off that he just leaves you on the spot every fucking time.”

“He said it’s urgent-”

“It’s always like that. What? Is his mom always confined in the hospital every other day? Or maybe his little sister gets the flue for one whole week and suddenly she gets dengue the next week?” he scoffed, spinning the wheel with one hand, his eyes furiously focused on the road as he was driving into a familiar street that led to your home. “Darling, if he’s lying he sure is terrible at it, like everything else he does, for fucks sake.”

You just sat there in silence, you don’t know how you could defend your boyfriend now, every word Yeonjun had said was true though. He looked at your face, eyes filled with tears that threatened to fall any second now, he stopped the car right in front of your doorstep. 

“Shit.. I’m so so sorry y/n, I-..” you wiped the tears that already fell, sniffling, you waved a hand at him in protest, “It’s alright Jjun, I’ll.. I’ll try to talk to him about it next time we meet.” Yeonjun felt his heart ache. He then placed a hand on your cheek, cupping it and caressing it oh so gently as he draws circles around it with his thumb as a way for saying sorry and then nodded.

You opened the door of his car and got out, but before closing the door, Yeonjun spoke up once more, “By the way, y/n, I’ll be out of town for a few days, I’ll be visiting my grandparents, I’ll be sure to update you when I leave and when I get there, okay?” you smiled warmly, nodding in response. You then thanked him for earlier and wished him safe travels before he left. 

---

The next day, you received a message from Yeonjun at 7am;

Jjunnie<3

Good morning y/n, just wanted to update you that I’m all set to leave now. :)

To; Jjunnie<3

Hey Jjunnieee, good morning! Stay safe on your way there<3

Jjunnie<3

Thank you, bun<3

You smiled at your phone before finally deciding to get up and shower. It was Saturday and remembered that Ryan promised you that he’d take you out on a date today this afternoon. After showering, you dug into your closet to find some decent clothes. You finally settled on a cute pink skirt and plain white polo shirt, paired with white rubber shoes.

“He said he’d pick me up at 11am,” you mumble to yourself as you checked the time. “It’s 9:30.” you then clapped your hands once, smiling like an idiot. “I have plenty of time to get ready!”

An hour passed and you looked at yourself in your bathroom mirror, all dolled up. You made little jumps, not being able to contain your excitement. You looked stellar. From your hair and make up, to your outfit, humming in satisfaction at how cute you looked. 

You took your phone and black purse before heading out to wait for your boyfriend, Ryan, to come pick you up outside your house.

A thirty minutes passed, but he still wasn’t here. You shrugged, thinking that he must be a little late. 

Well, minute turned into hours. 2hours, to be exact. You were getting impatient, yet also, worried, so you took your bike and went to Ryan’s place to check up on him. When you did, you saw another car parked right next to Ryan’s. Thinking that he might just have a visitor, you calm down and knock at his door, but to your surprise, it creaked open when you knocked once. 

“Why would this man leave his door open like this, aish..” you whisper. You called out Ryan’s name a couple of times before letting yourself in. You scanned his living room, seeing as it was slightly, messy. You found a red purse lying down on the carpet, a laced bra hanging from the arm of the couch. You gulped, not wanting to believe the thoughts that were running into your head.

Just then, you heard.. noises, coming from upstairs. You didn’t wanna be nosy, but something in you needed to know what was going on. Quietly waking up the stairs, it didn’t take you long to find out that the noise you were hearing came from Ryan’s room. The door was slightly cracked open, you bent down and peeked through the small gap provided. 

Your eyes widened, you covered your mouth to prevent any noise coming out from it. There you saw Ryan, fucking another woman. 

“Aren't I better than that virgin bitch, Ryan?” the woman said between moans, throwing her head back as pleasure that she was receiving built up. Ryan immediately responded with ‘yes baby’, that definitely made your heart break into pieces. You lost it once you heard the words that came out of his dirty mouth. You felt the sharp pain in your chest again as it tightened, but you didn’t care right now. You didn’t wanna stay silent anymore.

“You fucking bastard, Ryan!” you shouted, as you kicked the door fully open. Ryan and the woman he was with were both too stunned at the sudden action to even speak. Seeing them like that literally made your blood boil, your heart aching painfully. 

“So this is what you were fucking up to? Fucking women behind my back?” you pointed at the woman under him with wide eyes that were piercing Ryan’s. Biting your lip, not wanting to let more of your emotions seep out right in front of two disgusting pigs.

“Y/n,” he sighed, “let me expla-” “Shut it! Explain? I’ve already seen enough. You’re not fooling me anymore. What were you thinking!? You kiss me then fuck her!? Did what we have meant absolutely nothing to you?” you held your hand to your chest, feeling the pain surge through your body more. "We're fucking over." Ryan sighed again face in his palms, mentally rolling his eyes, yet you could still see that there was not even an ounce of shame visible on his face for what he'd done. “You two fucking disgust me.” 

“Look, y/n--”

You slammed the door shut before he could even finish his sentence. You furiously went downstairs, but as you were on your way to the door, you were coughing.. petals? White petals that looked like they were poorly coated in a blood. You heard Ryan’s door open and you immediately ran back to your bike while still coughing an enormous amount of petals with blood. 

You ignored how Ryan screamed your name. You just quickly rode your bike home, blocking out any noises around you.

Once you reached your house, you locked the doors and windows before going to lock yourself in your room’s bathroom. Petals soon came out as a whole flower as you continued to cough. You couldn’t stop, you just coughed, and coughed and cried until you fainted on the floor. 

---

You woke up the next morning, lying down on the cold tiles of your bathroom floor, which was tainted with blood, flowers, and petals scattered around you. Your sink and bathtub almost filled with the same contents. 

Your throat hurts so much, and whenever you take even the shortest of breaths, it felt like something would be pinching your lungs, meaning that your breathing was very limited.

Standing up, you held onto the the sink for support, staring into your reflection in the mirror, you were horrified. You were a complete mess. You, once more looked at your surroundings, not knowing what was happening to you. 

You picked up a flower from the sink, examining it, “Are these actually flowers..?” your other hand then flew to your neck, feeling a slight sharp pain when you spoke. While you were having trouble about what to believe or not, you hear your phone ringing from your bedroom. 

You went out of the bathroom, stumbling as you did. Seeing that the name of the contact was Yeonjun’s, you took your phone and answered almost immediately. 

“Thank God! You finally answered! I was worried sick. ” you could hear him sigh in relief at the end of his sentence. You forced out a chuckle.

“I’m sorry, Jjun. I-I was just dealing with something.”

“I see.. well, I just wanted to check up on how you were doing? You alright, bun?”

“I’m.. I'm doing alright.. how ‘bout you?” Yeonjun frowned, noticing how your tone and voice were very different than before. Call him weird for that, but he could know if you weren’t alright just by hearing your voice. He didn’t hear that chirpy pitch you had when speaking, you sounded so dull to him. You hated that you couldn’t really hide anything that you felt, not that you actually mind, but it could be annoying. That also meant he could indicate if you were lying or not, very easily.

“You don’t sound alright. Something happened?”

“I’m alright Jjun, just a little cold, that can’t kill me, can’t it?” you joked, that still didn’t sit well with Yeonjun. But he didn’t wanna force something out of you, and maybe he was just over reacting, so he sighed and gave you some things you could do to get through your cold without any complications. You thanked him and he excused himself, saying that he needed to go help his grandparents with cooking breakfast.

“You should go eat something too, y/n.”

“How did you..-”

“I always know,” you chuckle at that. You didn’t necessarily found that creepy or anything, it was just surprising how Yeonjun knew you all too well. "Well, it's easier when I was with you through almost all your life." he laughed.

“I need to go now, bun, call you later, yeah?” you hummed in approval and bid your goodbyes. 

After the call ended, you went back to your bathroom, still not wanting to believe the scene that was displayed right in front of you. It looked like a place where a murder had taken place. It smelled so foul, you wanted to vomit, but with the lack of contents in your stomach, you just couldn’t.

After cleaning the bathroom and yourself, you went to your kitchen and took out some left over soup then heated it while checking on the internet what you were feeling. But, nothing seemed to be showing up. 

You wanted to say that you might just be hallucinating the flowers and blood, but you just cleaned your bathroom and clothes. You felt each flower and petals before throwing them into the trashcan. They felt real. They were real. The blood was also real, you could still taste metallic flavor at the back of your throat. 

You gave up on searching what you were feeling, nothing was popping up on Google, YouTube, and etc. it was just wasting your time. You thought it’ll pass, but you wanted to know what caused it. As you scrolling through your phone, you suddenly came across a picture of you and Ryan on your first date. 

You treasured that photo so much. You and Ryan had so much fun during that date. He took you to your favorite restaurant, then watched the sunset at the near edge of a cliff, sitting down on top of his car. You slammed your fists onto the table, cringing and asking yourself how foolish you were for loving him. You saw the signs right in front of you, yet your brain was too farsighted to even read them. Yeonjun even warned you about him. But you still loved him so so much. You wanted to hate him so badly but your heart just wouldn’t allow it.

You suddenly felt that tight feeling in your chest and it was slowly getting hard to breathe. You wanted to stand up to go get your inhaler, but it was too late. You started to cough again, covering your mouth instinctively. When you look down at your hands, you saw a whole flower, displayed right in front of you. A white rose, tinted with blood. At first the flower you were coughing out the night before wasn't so recognizable, since most of them were closed.

You stayed like that for over an hour. You were crying in pain but no one could even hear you. You were alone. After that you just laid your head on the table, sobbing. You knew crying was useless right now. But what else could you do? Your used to be the love of your life was cheating on you with another woman behind your back. Someone who seemed more prettier, sexier, blonde, heck maybe she could've been better than you with everything. She's perfect for him. You thought, heart aching as your thoughts run wildly through your head.

What also pained you is that he didn't even bother to actually pay you a visit. Message you. Or whatever. Did the time you guys shared together, nothing? Were you nothing? Weren't you enough? Was he actually happy that you finally broke off with him? Did he actually love you? You banged your head to your table, wanting these thoughts to stop.

Your best friend, and probably your only true friend in this cruel world, still hasn't come back in town yet. He was the only one whom was there for you when you were lost in life and didn't know what to do. No parents. Relatives. Just you. And now you're all alone, suffering from something you don't even know. All you know is that it just makes you feel more like shit than you already are now. It just adds to the pain and stress that you're going through.

You wanted to call Yeonjun and tell him what actually happened and what was happening to you. But you didn't wanna burden him while he must be having the time of his life with his family. Something in you also really didn't want him to see you like this.

↻ - time skip to 9:45pm - ⟳

After a while, you felt as if you wanted to take your own life right then and there. Every time you thought about that filthy liar, Ryan, you immediately start to cough. Who could blame you though? Sometimes more blood would come out than the flower or petals. Your breathing became more and more limited, feeling something sharp poking you from the inside while you even attempt to breathe.

It was just pure torture for you. You wanted all this to stop. It was becoming more and more unbearable by each agonizing moment. You asked yourself; what did I ever do to deserve this?

Just then, your phone on your night stand started ringing, you wanted to ignore it, but seeing as it was Yeonjun's contact whom was calling you, you had to answer. You didn't want that man to waste his time tryna call you back multiple times whilst almost getting a stroke just by worrying about you.

You weakly reached out to your phone. Once you answer it, you tried your best to greet him with a cheerful tone like you once had before. But your body just wouldn't allow it. Your voice was tired and hoarse.

"Woah, did your cold get worse, bun?" concern could be heard from his voice.

"Mhm, unfortunately,"

"Are you sure it's just a cold, sweetheart?" your breath hitched, pausing for a second before answering.

"Y-yeah.. But it's not something I can't handle..!"

"Mhm," he hummed, almost sarcastically. "Well, tell me whenever that cold of yours starts to calm down, alright?" of course, Yeonjun didn't believe a word you said. You sounded so sorrowful. He got chills up his spine whenever you spoke but not in this way.

"By the way, y/n, I'm going back home tomorrow evening."

"TOMORROW!?" you almost jumped from your bed. No. Not tomorrow. Not when I haven't even found out how to get rid of this.. Curse. You thought.

"Yeah? Geez bunny, you sound like you're not happy about that, don't you miss me?" he said, jokingly, yet inside he was being serious, trying to see if he'd get something to slip out of you. His arms crossed as he leaned on the door frame of his room

"N-no! I really do miss you! I-it's just, d-don't you wanna spend some m-more time with your family there?" you were struggling as you tried to think of things to tell him.

"I spent quite enough time with them. And my gramps have more than enough grandkids there to help them."

"I-I see.." you faked a yawn before forcing out a chuckle, "W-why won't you look at that, I n-need to go to bed now haha. Good night Jjun..!" you ended the call before he could even wish you goodnight.

Curling up into a ball, trying to fall asleep. And which, you eventually did.

~~

"Y/n, I'm sorry, please, forgive me? I promise I'll never do anything as stupid as I did before please, come back to me," Ryan said as he went down on his knees, his hands desperately holding yours captive as if he was gonna fall from a cliff if he were to let go.

"I-I don't know Ryan..'" you answered, looking down, but your eyes averted his. Just then he got up and held your shoulders, shaking you aggressively as he yelled.

"Y/N PLEASE!" you stared at him with wide eyes, for some reason you were peralized on the spot. You tried to move and push him away, but to your horror, once you laid hands on him, your hand went through him. You retract your hand from his body. It was covered with this black substance.

You looked back at Ryan, whom was looking directly at you, a rose in his mouth, petals all over his used to be white smooth skin, which was now just complete black mush. You wanted to scream, but can't. Ryan kept on yelling the same thing. Begging you to come back to him.

"I know you still love me! So come back!" just then, his mush body started to melt right in front of you.

"I NEED YOU!"

~~

You gasp, sitting up from your bed, you looked around, seeing that you were actually in your room, you sighed in relief. "It was just a nightmare." you told yourself. You were covered in cold sweat. Your whole body slightly shaken up.

Your eyes then drifted to your bed when you felt your hand come in contact with something soft and silky. You almost screamed when you saw your white bed sheets were tainted with blood and roses.

"You've got to be kidding me right now.." caressing the blood stains with your thumb, "Even in my sleep..? What the fuck?" your attention suddenly turned to your hand. Your skin was paler than before due to blood loss.

"I might die without even fucking trying." you punched your bed before getting up to go clean yourself. You haven't went outside for only a day and a half, yet it felt like you were imprisoned in your house for decades.

So you picked out some clothes and went to your front door, hesitating to open it at first but you eventually did. The sun was covered with some grey clouds, you didn't complain though. You let the cool breeze of wind hit your warm pail skin.

You were walking around your neighborhood then went to a park nearby. While walking, you came across an old familiar tree. It was the tree where you and Yeonjun met when you were still little kids, you were new to the neighborhood that time, you were lost and Yeonjun found you crying while standing right next to that tree. He asked you where you lived and you just described what color your house was and what plants were at your front portch. You giggled at that memory, yet it was also the tree where your name and Ryan's were carved on, a crooked heart surrounding your names in the middle.

You walked towards the tree, placing a hand on the carved letters, sweet memories started to come back to you, making you smile softly. But your thoughts vanished when you heard a couple laughing on a bench right in front of the tree. You hid behind it and peeked your head instinctively to check who they were or did they see you.

You saw a girl with brown silky hair, pretty slim body and slightly tanned skin. When you looked at the man right next to her, your world wanted to crumble right then and there. The boy was none other than Ryan.

You wanted to leave immediately, since you looked like a creep staring at a cute couple. What made you sick to your stomach and your knees weaken was when you saw him kiss her the way he used to kiss you. But the way he stared at her was completely different. He looked into her eyes with a sparks in his.

You suddenly punched the tree, and once you realized what you did you immediately ran away. Stupid! Why’d you do that you fucking idiot?

Ryan looked back to check what made the loud thud from behind them, but all he saw was a person running away, wearing a black hoodie. He couldn't even recognize you. He shrugged and went back to talking to his date.

Seriously? Of all places? He chose to have a date here?! you though to yourself, your back against your door, sliding down, trying to catch your breath, little by little. You ran back to your house after punching that tree. You didn’t know what came over you. 

Staring at your fist, slightly bloody, splinters poking your fists, you sighed. You were pretty sure you’d be passing out anytime soon due to too much blood loss. You got up and went to your bathroom, taking out a first aid and washing your hands, removing the splinters before grabbing some bandages to patch yourself up.

While wrapping the bandage around your fists, you imagined how Ryan would take care of you right now. Standing right behind you, wrapping the bandage oh so gently around your wound and kissing it once he was finished. No. You shook your head. 

“You’re being delusional.” you tell yourself. It was true though. Ryan would never do that. He had always been a jerk when it came to you. He was just acting all lovey-dovey with you when you were with Yeonjun. You didn’t realize that until now. 

The image you made of him in your mind made you believe he was the perfect and best boyfriend anyone could ever ask for. But in fact, he was the complete polar opposite. You were just imagining every single scenario where you and him had the perfect life.

You hated yourself for being so foolish as to fall in love with that jerk in the first place. Yet you also pity yourself, you loved and loved, even if it made you a selfless maniac. You even gave all the love that you saved up for yourself. 

You wanted to hate him for that, yet your heart just couldn’t. No matter how hard you tried. Telling yourself that he wasn’t the one and he was just a total jerk that made you his past time, and just for him to keep a good reputation, wasn’t enough for you to move on. 

You sat down on the rim of your tub, feeling so light headed and dizzy. You started to feel something clogging your throat, making it very hard to breathe. You immediately bent down to your bath tub as you tried to put two fingers down your throat, trying to trigger your gagging reflexes and let out whatever was clogging your throat.

You felt something all too familiar. You knew what it was so without hesitation you pulled out the white rose, but this time, it had some sort of stem attached to it. Unlike the others, this was the only one whom had a stem.

A second or two pass, you started feeling sick to your stomach and vomited tons of blood and flowers all over your bath tub. Your hand slipped and you fell into the tub. You watched in horror at what was happening, making you let out more and more of the already scattered contents in your tub. You wanted to scream like before but couldn't. You could almost suffocate at so much of blood and flowers you were letting out all at once, your body not even having sympathy to give you time to breathe.

You were in too much pain to even notice that someone was banging at your front door so hard. Yeonjun.

He came home earlier than he told you he'd be. And when he got to your place and he saw one dim light from your room was open, the source being bedroom's bathroom light.

He was so worried when you didn't even pick up the phone not even once when he reaches your home. Your bike was still locked, and he knew you couldn't go very far without that bike. He looked through your living room window, and nothing seemed to be out of place.

So he just thought of one thing, forcing his way in. He didn't care if he might be charged for trespassing by the neighbors. He knew that you were inside. And he knew something was wrong.

"This fucking door-!" he groaned, giving the poor door one last kick.

Once he finally broke your door open, he entered the house, he immediately heard faint cries from upstairs. He went upstairs, faster than light. He swore he almost could've tripped but even if he did, there was no stopping him from getting to you right now

He reached your room, and saw the bathroom door slightly opened, your cries louder than before.

"Y/n!" he yelled out, completely opening the door. The scenery displayed right in front of him was almost something out of a horror movie. Blood was everywhere, roses here and there. His stomach also almost turned at the foul smell. But what made his heart drop was when he saw you.

You were inside your bath tub, hugging your knees close to you, your head laying on your knees as you coughed and vomited flowers and blood on your lap. Your hair was drenched in blood, some petals tangled along your locks. Yeonjun wasted no time to run to your side and held your shoulders for you to look at him, one hand flying to your cheek, caressing it.

"Y/n..?? W-what's happening to you..!? Is this what you've been going through all this time?" no answer. He watched you as tears went down you steaming cheeks fell from your eyes. Blood from your mouth down to your neck and clothes. His eyes drifted to your tub almost half way filled with blood.

"Shit...." He picked you up and held you in his arms. He didn't care if you were gonna ruin his clothes or stain his body with blood. What mattered to him right now was to get you to the hospital.

Opening the car door with his right hand for a second and slightly kicking it for him to have more access. He placed you right next to the drivers seat, putting a seatbelt around you. He soon came in the car himself, he looked at you and moved away some stray hairs from your face and kissed your forehead, "Don't worry, bun. Hang in there, alright?" his voice was shaking, but he composed himself and started to drive. Fast. Yet was trying to be careful not to do anything stupid.

Once he reached the hospital, he quickly yet, carefully got you out of the car and barging in, yelling that you need assistance, now. The nurses immediately took out a hospital bed and Yeonjun laid you there. He was with you the whole time they were bringing you inside the ER, holding your hand, praying to whatever God was listening and seeing you guys right now that you could make it.

He kissed your uninjured hand when he saw that you were close to the ER, meaning he'd be leaving you in doctors care now. His grip on your hand tightened before letting go. Once last cough and you finally could gasp for air after that, your vision became blurry, and all you saw before the closed the door was Yeonjun. Crying and was down on his knees. Then it was all black.

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Yeonjun had been waiting for you to wake up in the hospital since the day he brought you there. He was talking to the doctor and asked him what sickness or disease you had. He’d heard about coughing out blood, sure. But he had never in his whole life has seen nor heard about coughing blood with flowers.

The doctor said the same thing. This was something new to him too. 

“I don’t know what your girlfriend has, Mr. Choi,” Yeonjun stared at the doctor, his mind trying to comprehend what he had just heard, Girlfriend?, he throught to himself. He didn’t wanna ask the Doctor where he got the idea of him being your boyfriend, since he was the one whom brought you here in tears.

“But hopefully, we’ll be able to find out ourselves soon after we do some more further analysis and research about what she’s currently experiencing.” the doctor paused for a second, checking the paper in his hands before proceeding to speak. 

“As for now, please do keep an eye on her. Make sure she drinks lots and lots of water and eats a proper meal on time. That’ll hopefully restore some more of the blood and nutrients she lost.” Yeonjun nodded and response, thanking the Doctor as he shook hands with him before he left to go check on another patient.

“Where is Y/n Y/l/n’s room?! I need to see her right now!” 

Yeonjun was about to enter your room, but the sudden mention of your name made him stop and look at the direction where the voice came from. His look of concern suddenly changing to a look of pure annoyance and anger. 

There at the corner of the hallway, Ryan could be seen charging towards your room. Yeonjun crossed his arms while looking at Ryan from head to toe whom just took a stop a few feet away from Yeonjun.

“And what are you doing here?” Ryan asked, pointing a finger at Yeonjun.

“Don’t point your filthy hands at me.” he shoved Ryan’s finger away with his. “and, shouldn’t I be the one asking you that?”

“What the fuck do you mean man? Stop being such a jerk and just let me see Y/n!”

“I’m afraid I can’t let you do that. I’m here because I’m the one who brought her here. If you were her boyfriend and actually cared and loved her, why just show up now that she’s in this state?”

“Mind your own business, mate!” Ryan tried to shove Yeonjun away from the door, but Yeonjun stood firm on his ground.

“Y/n is my business. Where the fuck have you been? Y/n has been going through this shit for almost 3 days now! And now you decide to take action? YOU DIDN’T EVEN DO ANYTHING TO MAKE HER PAIN AND STRUGGLING GO AWAY! if anything.. I'M PRETTY SURE YOU MADE IT WORSE. Do you fucking know who puts up with her whenever she’s sick? Who’s her shoulder to lean and cry on when she needs it? Who makes sure all are needs are met at the end of the day? Who stays up late with her all night when she has bad dreams? If you’re thinking of someone other than your fucking self, then you’re automatically correct, asshole!” Yeonjun popped a nerve that very second and gave Ryan a hard punch to his nose, breaking it.

“I never really understood how someone as lovely, caring, smart, like Y/n, had to be paired with you. Of all fucking peop---” punch. Yeonjun held his jaw, hanging it open for a second while glaring at Ryan whom was fuming with anger.

"Then thanks for being my girlfriend's care taker, y-" Ryan got another punch to his eye and fell back.

"I had just about enough of you." Yeonjun was about to pounce on Ryan but nurses and security had been sent to stop the fighting. Yeonjun was looking down at Ryan, whom was acting like a complete mad dog. He mouthed a 'fuck you' 'before Ryan got taken away.

Yeonjun sighed and fixed his clothes before entering your room. Where he was surprised that you were already wide awake. Looking back at him as he entered the room.

You woke up to the sounds of men fighting in the hallways. You had heard everything. Yeonjun went down on his knees as he held your hand in his. Eyes all teary.

"Y/n..? Hey bun, how are you feeling? Something hurt or-?" you tried to avoid eye contact with him. Feeling ashamed once you realize what you made your best friend go through by taking care of you. You just simply shook your head.

Yeonjuns kissed the knuckles of your hand before bending over to hug your torso, quietly sobbing into your shoulder. "You fucking idiot, y/n. I thought I was gonna loose you.." his hug tightened, yet it wasn't enough to break anything that was attached to you right now.

"Yeonjun.. Don't you think I'm a burden to you?" still not facing him, he lifter his head, eyes slightly wide after hearing what you just asked.

"No! Why would you ever think that, bun?" you murmured something not even you knew. He frowned and placed a hand on your chin, gently guiding your head to turn his way.

"Bunny, you're not a burden to me, alright? If you heard what I said in the hallways.. I didn't mind if you tired me out. Because at the end of the day, I see you smile and know that you're in safe hands whenever you're with me. That's enough to give me a complete energy boost." you have him a weak smile, you could cry right now, but you've cried way too much for the past three days, you don't know if you had any more tears left to cry.

"T-thank you Jjun.." he gave you a warm smile, kissing your forehead as he locked his hand that was on your chin, was now drifting to your cheek, gently pinching it.

"Always, my cute little bunny." he stood up, suddenly remembering something. "Oh! You need to eat. Doctor said you need to eat tons of food to get better." he took the lunchbox that was in a small bag and took a table, placing it in front of him as he adjusts your bed to make you sit down.

"Tons? I might get fat-"

"Don't give a fuck." and with that, he fed you until your body almost couldn't take anymore food.

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A few days pass and you were discharged from the hospital. Somehow, you convinced Yeonjun to come and live with you. You two were living alone And it was easier for the both of you.

"I have a huge ass house that I live alone in, and you live alone in that crappy apartment! And since you're barely even home because you're usually with me.. Why not just move in with me, hmm?" and it didn't take long for him to go with your idea. The next day he was already at your door with all his stuff in boxes.

Your condition went away quickly than expected. You were just coughing less few petals than before with also less blood. Your breathing was no longer an issue. You were getting better and better as the days passed when you were with Yeonjun.

When you told him what happened between you and Ryan, he swore on his mother that he's not letting him go home with just a broken nose and a black eye. But he was also happy that you finally broke it off with that jerk.

"Do we need to call the Mental Hospital for him or something? He's been claiming that he's your boyfriend the second he stepped foot in the hospital!" you chuckle awkwardly. He also was trying to help you get over Ryan these past few days, but when he hugged you, you would never know that he was grinning as if he'd just lured another prey into his cage.

He knew that being happy that your best friend was going through a break up was wrong. But he couldn't help himself. He didn't have bad intentions. All he ever wanted was for you to be his.

And when the day came when he finally got to confess, turns out that you felt the same way. Let's just say he was hysterical that moment. He couldn't help but just pounce on you like a puppy and kiss you. Oh boy how he longed for this moment.

“I’ll show you how you deserved to be loved and taken care of. I know I could treat you way better than any other man had before.”

You were laid down on the bed underneath Yeonjun, still fully clothed. He was staring down at you with adoration and fire in his eyes. How your skin glowed underneath the bright light of the moon. How you stared at him with eyes twinkling like stars. How your soft lips were parted. Everything about you he wanted to ruin.

He wanted to see your fair skin covered with his mark. Eyes tearing up as pleasure builds up inside of you. Lips quivering as he overstimulates you. Just the thoughts that he had right now were enough to make his member hard. But he needed to contain himself. It was your first time, he didn’t wanna take it too far.

Yeonjun then started to kiss your forehead, trailing down to your lips, looking at you with lustful yet gentle eyes. 

“Are you sure about this, y/n?” he has asked you this before you even got inside the bedroom with him. You cupped his cheek, pecking his lips before speaking.

“I am very very sure of this, Jjun. Just.. let’s just start slow, yeah?” Yeonjun shot you a soft smirk. 

“And slow you will get, my love.” he then started to leave sweet kisses on your neck and collar bone, which you were sure that those would leave marks on your neck, but you could care less. He took his time unbuttoning your blouse and once your clothed chest were already on display for him, just one last layer, he thought. He lifted your body up by your waist, swiftly removing the hook of your bra. 

He looked up at you with hungry eyes, asking for consent. You just nod, throwing your head back, the cold air passing through your nipples, hardening them.

He wasted no time and took in one of your nipples in his mouth, toying with it with his tongue. His hand flying to your breast, massaging them as his thumb was circling the lonely nipple. He was watching you with every action he did, searching for a reaction that you may not like it or if you wanted more.

You covered your mouth with your free hand as the other was gently gripping the sheets. Yeonjun didn’t like that. He gently bites your nipple, making you slightly jump.

“No no, princess. Let me hear those pretty sounds of yours, yeah?” you were hesitant, but didn’t want to upset him, you obeyed, shakily retracting your hand from your mouth.

Yeonjun smirked, kissing your nipple. “That’s my good slut.”

As he was playing with your breasts, his knee was teasing your already dripping core under your skirt. You let out cute little whines and moans that were sweet music to Yeonjun’s ears.

Once he was finished toying with your tits, he finally went downtown, carefully removing the short skirt, helping him by lifting up your ass. 

“Shit.” he whispered, staring at your dripping core. He blew on it first, checking your reaction. Your hand flew to his hair, gently gripping it, trying not to hurt him.

“P-please.. No more teasing,” Yeonjun chuckled, seeing how you were so sensitive when he barely even touched you.

“Aww,” he cooed, “My precious cute bunny is so polite. Wait a little longer bun, alright? You’ll get what you want. Just be good, yeah?” you hummed whilst nodding. He then slowly enters one of his digits inside of you, making you squirm slightly in place. 

“Shit, baby.. I was supposed to prepare you for later. But you’re already so fucking wet. I think I wouldn’t have to do much, sweetheart. But since it’s also your first time, I’ll still prep you, just in case.” he felt you body suddenly tense up, so he caresses his thumb to your inner thigh.

“It’s alright bun, lay back and relax, let me take care of you.” you did what you were told and he proceeded to pump his digit into you, adding a second one not too long after. You were whining and moaning like crazy, you legs started to shiver and your breathing slowly became more labored. 

“You doing alright there, bun?” his fingers threatening to slow down, you pathetically grind your pussy on his hand once he did slow down.

“Please Jjun.. Keep going. Please, please, please- ahh!” you arch your back and mouth open wide once Yeonjun pumped faster than before, hitting your g-spot every time. He then entered another finger into you, making you shake your head once you felt a sharp stinging pain as his digits stretch your walls.

“‘m too full.. It hurts a bit..” you cry out softly.

“Shh.. I’ll slow down for now. You’ll get through it, bun. Just need to stretch you out a little bit more just so you’d have no problems taking me later, ‘kay?” after a while of him pumping the last digit slowly and deeper inside of you, he noticed how full you got and gently pulled out. 

“I think you’re ready, physically..” he murmured the last word before looking at you. “But are you ready, ready?” you took a moment to catch your breath before answering him.

“Yes. I am.”

“Alright, bun.” he gave you a peck on the lips before gazing into your eyes.

“I love you. Thank you for letting me be your first.” 

“I love you more, Jjunnie.”

The next day, you woke up in Yeonjun’s arms, your head rested on his bare chest. You couldn’t believe what just happened last night. You couldn’t exactly remember everything clearly, but all you knew that Yeonjun had taken good care of you.

He always asked if you were comfortable with everything he was doing. Asked you if anything hurt. He made you feel so beautiful, safe and loved throughout the whole night. 

You looked up and Yeonjun whom was sound asleep as you were cuddled up right next to him. You snuggled closer to him and kissed his nose, a cheeky smile was suddenly plastered on his face.

“Now that.. was just adorable.” he said, eyes still completely shut and his voice still deep and slightly groggy. Your cheeks heated up all of the sudden, not really expecting him to be awake. 

He giggled as he pinched your cheek and sat you up on his stomach, his hands resting on your waist. 

“You weren’t too bad for your first time, cute little bunny.” you let out an annoyed groan after hearing his statement. It was more like he was teasing you more than complimenting you.

He finally opened his eyes and he swore to his whole family that he saw a Goddess right before him.

Your messy hair was shining as sunlight seeped through some parts of the window above the headboard of the bed. Some parts of your hair were also elegantly placed on your shoulder. Your fair skin was decorated with his love marks. Your eyes were still a bit monolid as of now but it made you look more hot. To call you beautiful was an understatement. No, no. You were gorgeous. He looked your exposed body up and down without any ounce of shame, witch made you take the whole blanket and rolled down to your side of the bed once you figured out what he was doing.

Yeonjun laughed, turning to your side and placed a hand on your waist once more. He leaned in closer to your ear. 

“Aww, my bunny still shy even after what we did last night?” 

“Yeonjun! Do you literally wake up and immediately chose to tease me?!” you pout, turning your head to face him. Which yours was completely red, making him laugh again.

“Mmm~ maybe? Or maybe I’m just craving for a round two.” he winked at you, making you stand up immediately from your bed, still covered in your blanket.

“Maybe if you catch me.” you stuck your tongue out at him before speed running downstairs.

“Oh you just wait, Y/n!” he quickly put on his boxers before going downstairs to go look for you. 

Once he finally caught up to you, you both were sweating bullets and breathing heavily. Yeonjun was hugging you from behind, while you effortlessly tried to escape, but just endep up sighing and turned around to hug him back.

You both stood there for a while in silence before you spoke. 

“I’m so lucky to have you, Jjun.. I don’t know where I’d be if you weren’t here.” 

Yeonjun chuckled, ruffling your hair before replying. “Mmm.. Maybe you had still been crying at the police station crying that you don’t exactly know where you live.” you pinch his ear, tugging on it slightly.

“Stop bringing that up!”

“But it’s cute!”

“It’s not!”

“Stop arguing with me before I kiss you.”

“Aw hell naw.” you jokingly push him away, acting all disgusted, “don’t kiss me when you haven’t even brushed your teeth.”

“Are you implying that my breath stinks!?” 

“Maybe~” you blew him a kiss and ran away without another word.

“Why you- I swear you’re gonna be so sorry when I get a hold of you, Y/n!”

A/n: Hi luv! If you made it this far, thank you for taking your time to read this piece of mine! If you like this post please do consider rebloging and liking, it helps with the algorythm alot! Or you could just leave me a reply/comment about your thoughts! Thank you and enjoy the rest of your day/night!

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[ihatebnha]

I went to bed after encouraging you but blue lock icks would be SO good 🎤

so did i, queen! took a nap on my mom's bed like it was an olympic spork and i was winning.

anyway. i only did Gagamaru (for you), Nagi (for that one anon) and Kunigami (for me) bc I wanted to test the waters, but... hope u enjoy regardless!!!

(warning: icks)

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Gin Gagamaru

Picks his nose without a tissue

He’s not even doing it to be gross, like he really does want to clean out his nose… he just… won’t use a tissue and says there’s no need to bring him one 

Wears basketball shorts from middle school. They barely go down to mid thigh, holes in the ass and everything

Also has severe knife butt and complains when he’s been sitting for too long

You try to brush his hair and it’s all split ends. And he really doesn’t give a single care about it, either. Like... it’s a non-concern for him

Does that dumbass man shit where he’ll walk faster than you when you’re on dates or walks together 

Hiking is also a nightmare because he will leave you behind. It’s barely intentional but you’ll stop to have a sip of water and before you know it’s he’s 50 yards ahead of you and hasn’t even noticed you’re behind him

All his socks have holes, too. All of them. You can literally catch him going to bed with one whole big toe sticking out of them

And he literally does not appreciate when you get dressed up. Thinks you’re hot, sexy, attractive, yeah, whatever… but he thinks that all the time, so any effort to look even better is just going straight over his head 

“You didn’t have to do that :)” energy. BUT GAGA, I DID

And lowkey you know the joke about the most beautiful girls who walk around with men in jorts and a t-shirt… That’s y’all 

Omg and his heels are constantly sticking off the back of his slides and he does that weird thing where… all his sneakers that aren’t in nice condition for soccer… are being crushed inward because he’s too lazy to tie them up regularly and just shoves him foot in😭

And if it looks even remotely like you won’t be able to finish your meal (even if it’s barely been ten minutes), he’s offering to finish it for you

Couple's yoga is a nightmare because even if you’re good at it… he’s better :(

Rensuke Kunigami

Wears the ugliest fucking slides known to man. It’s so bad, no logo or brand or anything… just straight up foam and plastic that get so dirty and make his feet look freaking awful 

Incapable of like… not being nice to you. It’s great most of the time, but then he refuses to pick a restaurant, or which shirt he thinks you should wear to dinner… or when you’re going too far in an argument

It does get better with time, but even when he’s grumpy he’s just sitting there pouting all :| because he doesn’t want to cause any problems 

And is definitely one of those guys who tries to handle all his own problems himself. You really gotta fight him to make him think that it’s okay to rely on you

Which is ironic given that he’s always demanding that you let him help with all your problems 

But that’s what I mean… he’s NICE!!!

And he may be loyal asf also but he definitely does not badmouth any of his exes. He talks about them like they’re his friends, which is fine because they were probably lovely… but it’s like… Ren… why can’t you just say they’re ugly or SOMETHING 

Refuses to delete pictures of them off his phone, too… which is actually kinda funny because they’re all old and bad quality, but still. You Do Not Need Those

He’ll also like, LMFAO, try to snatch your phone or computer away from you if he thinks you’re ignoring him. Literally take the device from you no matter what you’re in the middle of, including assignments or work

And when he try to get it back, he refuses and is like, “computers are so bad for your eyes, you know? We should go for a walk instead” 

There are other ways to ask!!! 

Drinks green smoothies that taste TERRIBLE though he refuses to admit it. He’s constantly trying to convince you they’re so good even though you can tell he’s forcing himself through it for the health benefits rather than the tase 

And his farts are also always disgusting, too. For such a perfect guy, it almost seems like all his flaws (and rage) get channeled straight to his guts because they’re absolutely rancid every single time even if he feels so bad about it

Seishiro Nagi

iPad baby (watches his phone at the dinner table sometimes)

Forgets to clip his toenails until you remind him. It’s not even intentional it’s just like… not on his mind at all so they get really long and weird 

He always seems grateful for the reminder… but it’s like, Nagi… how and why did you even let it get this bad :( 

He does that thing where you’ll say goodnight to each other and then fifteen minutes later you hear his Nintendo switch booting up 

And he’ll do it after sexy time too, like ??? 

He also always forgets you have work/obligations. He’s constantly telling you to skip your shifts as though that’s not almost impossible 

“What do you mean you can’t skip work? Just say you won’t go in???” 

I don’t want to say he’s a picky eater… but his palette is very childish. He’ll eat grown up stuff but it’s so funny because he just does it in such a boyish way

You guys are talking about what’s for dinner and he’s like, “hm. Can we have rice?” 

NAGI? YES???

Literally cannot conceptualize why you’d ever be insecure. You confess to him you don’t like some part of your body and it’s just, “oh, but I like that part” and he genuinely thinks that fixes it 

So not helpful 

He’s also a great listener… but can’t provide any advice when you’re in a fight with your friends. You can tell him about it all you want because he likes hearing it, but… he’s really not gonna say anything useful about the situation LOOOL

Doesn’t say excuse me when he farts. He’ll just… ignore it completely

And this is Reo’s fault but… he’s really bad when it comes to picking up hints

You try to pull a smooth… “oh, I’d love to go to the beach!”

And he’s just, “Aw well, I hope you get to one day :)”

Really bad at watching films he didn’t pick. Either you’re bored and he’s instantly turning it off, or you’re enjoying it and he’s trying to turn it off anyway

Also… he lets you go through his phone anytime you want to, but… all his twitter likes are strange and his texts with friends are practically incomprehensible. 

Has the weirdest taste in memes. 

#nagi #kunigami #gagamru #kunigami x reader #nagi x reader #gagamaru x reader #blue lock x reader #no funny tags cuz im embarrassed LOOOL #suffering from sorry all my posts are stupid disease #also the grip that hi chew candies have on me #i'll eat a whole mini bag in a sitting #anyway #bye #blue lock #ask #pluvi after dark #pluvi🌧 #thank u for asking bestie! #caitie post #headcanons

[moabunnie]

TXT / on a road trip with them❤️

These are some reactions as to what it would be like to go on a road trip with each member! Thanks for reading! I hope you enjoy❤️

Warnings: jokingly mentions “died” and “kill me”

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We are going to pretend you’re going on a 10 hour road trip to have a mini weekend vacation with your bf. And that they can all drive.

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Soobin

Literally forgets to pack anything

“Where’s your phone charger?”

“Oh shit-“

Have to go buy two or three phone chargers just in case he loses one again

He has to pee like every hour so you’re constantly stopping at gas stations

But that’s ok because then you also get candy and sweets

When you’re driving, he’s taking pics of you

When you’re not driving, he is holding your hand or your thigh

“Soobin stop looking at me you’re going to crash”

Which then freaks you out so you make him switch with you lmao

He’s gonna fall asleep like halfway there so just turn on ur tunes lol

Yeonjun

He doesn’t want you to drive because he is a gentleman and will always drive for you

But he’s gonna complain about it the whole time lmfao

I feel like he has hella road rage and honestly I don’t blame him bc people are rude

Every time he yells like “fuck you” to someone on the road, he turns to you and says “I’m sorry I shouldn’t yell” but continues to do it ???

Y’all gonna be having so much fun singing together in the car though

He’s gonna harmonize to whatever song is on

With his beautiful voice 😩

You feed him while he’s driving lol

Just pop some chips in his mouth

And he blows you air kisses as a thank you 😩😩

Dances a little while driving and almost kills you

Beomgyu

He’s gonna put on a romantic playlist bc he wants to have a good romantic time with his baby

However, it’s not very romantic when he’s rolling the windows down and yelling at every bird he sees

“I will avenge thee brethren!”

“Beomgyu please stop it’s just a bird-“

“Nonsense foolish mortal”

You guys get honked at a lot

Also gonna stop for a lot of snacks

Sometimes he will wait in the car if you just have to use the bathroom. And will pretend you took years

“Y/N you took so long I almost died”

You two will probably get lost if he’s in charge of the map/gps

But no matter where you end up, it’s always a blast with Beomgyu <3

Taehyun

This man got the whole trip planned out

He knows exactly what you’re gonna do each day and how long it’s gonna take and etc

He drives bc he doesn’t want you to lift a finger 💅

You’ll probably stop for food somewhere at a restaurant

And then you’ll have to take a nap in the backseat of the car bc you ate too much

I can see you two putting on somewhat aggressive music and just screaming your hearts out 😌

He constantly asks you if you’re cold or hot or uncomfortable

You’d also have a lot of deep conversations that bring you closer to each other:,)

He’s just a cutie what can I say

You: “can we pull over and take a picture with that landmark?”

Him: “no.” But does it anyway lol

HueningKai

“Y/N you’re so pretty when you’re driving”

As if you didn’t wake up hella early in the morning to drive for 10 hours still in your pajamas

Always forget to put his seatbelt on so you have to nag at him every time

Holds your hand the entire time

When you stop at a gas station, he goes inside and tries to look for a little keychain or souvenirs with your name on it, but gets sad if he can’t find it 🥺

He’s probably gonna sleep off and on

So when he’s sleeping all is well and quiet

When he’s awake, you might be fighting about who’s conspiracy theory is better about the city you’re in? Maybe fighting about where to eat? Who knows

Loves to just look out the window and look at all the scenery and cities

Will be trying to show you things on his phone forgetting you’re driving lmao

“Kai, baby….. I’m driving I can’t look”

“Oh yeah”

#tomorrow x together #txt #beomgyu #hueningkai #tomorrow by together #txt beomgyu #txt huening kai #txt imagines #txt moa #txt post #txt soobin #txt taehyun #txt yeonjun #beomgyu x reader #soobin #soobin x reader #beomgyu imagines #huening kai imagines #soobin imagines #taehyun imagines #taehyun #yeonjun #yeonjun x reader #taehyun x reader #hueningkai x reader #txt reactions #kpop fluff #txt fluff #txt smut #txt smau

[blacksapphhicmaddonna]

Lol black people responsible for global culture? Maybe stupid pop culture shit, but you haven’t done fuck all for my actual culture. Sorry, but white people outside of the US and Canada (and even Western Europe) really do have our own things.

You’re not the gods of this world. 🖕🏻

someone’s feelings got hurt LMFAO aw

Reading is fundamental! Reread what I said.

Anyway,

Don’t care, didn’t ask, plus you’re white. Go fuck your sibling to keep your bloodline pure and have a bad day. Enjoy your culture. 😌

Anyways y’all, as I was saying, happy pride month to all the people who can say the n word and enjoy seasoned food regularly❤️ hope y’all twist outs come out good, your binders are freshly washed and you get some head soon if you want it. Muahhh

#white people love being in our business #as if white culture isn’t just stealing shit from other people and calling it theirs #like I said #anon ask #ask

[wqxianvents]

// CONTAINS COMMENTARY AND PICTURES OF TEARS OF THEMIS NEW EVENT: “ENDURING LIGHT.”

This is only the Prologue section I talk about in this one, aha and I ALRWDY HAVE SM TO TALK ABTR

first of all, another group event of course, you love to see it and they’re being dorks but in a cooler way already 💃 also btw happy new year!! hope it’s been treating y’all well already :]<3

okay so i’m going into this event basically being sus of everyone at this point LMAO, i don’t even trust our boys tbh - anything could happen and i’m excited! everytime there’s a big event i always am like “ugh… not another one i have to drain energy into and it isn’t even that interesting” (respectfully). like the last one on the train? i didn’t really care much about it, the only things that interested me were nxx being all up on eachother (exaggerating)

basically i prepare myself to be disappointed, which might sound messed up but tbh the events have only been hittin recently (for me) because of the fact that they’re not having nxx be at eachother’s throats lol. (not saying the past ones weren’t good though and that none of the recent ones were a miss bc again, i didnt fully enjoy the train event)

this one already had me though 😭 got me gagged, the ui is so fucking cool - the card system?? the OUTFITS make me wanna CHOMP my phone (esp luke’s… smth- smth abt it is just. hm, delectable). also baby davis always appearing is so cute his little “hello, miss… uh, i mean, little boss!” LMAO that is my son!!!

ANYGAYS we always have to start off with Marius talking about something going on ‘round town, intended to invite his lovely lady but of course the boys have to interrupt and say hey, where is our invitation??? 🤗 you love to see it

jxjddh “i didn’t ask you guys” LMFAO HE IS SO DONEEE - artem, vyn: “oh really? let me hit you with this comeback. give me my invitation.”, like why are they so angy ARENT YALL RICH? GET YOUR OWN INVITATION 😭😭 i just adore the difference here though like, luke is the one purely excited here and not just “oh, aha, trying to get alone with rosa? how about: no.” but vyn is like 😭 “okay, shit, thanks for the invitation, marius.”

ARTEM MINDING HIS OWN BUSINESS BY HIS COMPUTER AND DECIDING TO INSERT HIMSELF INTO THE CONVERSATIONNN. they’re silly billies.

of course we needed our typical marluke banner 🥺

“Without us, who would you team up with?” did he just call marius friendless or can i also mix that with delulu poly nxx and add a hint of, “bitch who else are you planning to invite? we are RIGHT here” LMFAO

“Luke, are things at work slow lately?” 😭😭😭 i have tears in my eyes u were gonna invite him anyway shut up

i want a group event where the guys don’t butt in just to see if marius invites them anyway HAAHSJS like he just has the stuff ready for the boys just in case they butt in again, but one time they don’t and he’s just confused 😭

kicking my feet, he loves them all dearly. they’re my babies, my lil ol family!!

ANYWAYS… we’re here. Li Hotel 🤨 && again, the wayyy i was entranced with everything omg obsessed obsessed. BY THE WAY i already suspect that the letter-friend is reporter pearce 🤨🤨 don’t ask me for proper reasoning besides the fact that they reveal the letter-friend is a guy LMAO

&& shares the same life goal (wanting to travel around the world) as little boss 😔💜 but who knows…

alright last two things ✨ nxx boys lowkey teasing rosa by being in character HAHAHDJ (NOT ME POSTING THE WEONG PICTURE AND MAKING MYSELF SAD)

same, rosa, same 😭 (and the invitation card?? zoo wee mama- the way that marius was the only one who kept his eyes on rosa thoughhj hejeejnffk GRRR. okay sorry. NAUR and the luke stare 😔 marluke strikes my heart once again!!! WHY IS VYN ALL THE WAY UP THERE BTW)

anyways. last but not least, this isn’t technically apart of the prologue but it’s when Davis takes you on a little tour as always to show you the event and there is one part where you can have discussions with the boys. you click on luke by default but the first conversation option you have, he talks about this:

&& this actually made me tear up pretty bad 😭 then i had a whiplash and went “OHH THE FUCKING CARD” LMFAOO,, LIKE WHY WOULD HYV DO THIS TO ME 😞 i love the parallels luke always has with his au cards though ugh, makes me depressed in the right way(??)

like his birthday card (the name is itching my brain, i can’t remember) and in his bday event there was a mirror and sword (i believe) that appeared 😔 now this… sobbing throwing up, do NOT TOUCH ME

ARE YOU TELLING ME HE ACTUALLY DIES IN THE CARD STOOFPFPFDB??? THAT HE DOESN’T SAY HE LOVES HER? WHAT IS THIS. punching the floor. DO THEY ALL DIE? I THOUGHT ARTEM AT LEAST LIVES…. AM I MIXING UP CARDS…. see what this event is doing to me already 😔

ojay. i’m done here, had to write the thoughts out brrr, imma go finish reading the event now 🌚 toodles (unless u can read the vyn spoiler below)

HUGE CARD SPOILERS BELOW: VYN [MEDIEVAL SUSPENSE]

OHHbajdhd and adding on why I’m not trusting anyone - even our boys - in this event is because this event reminds me too much of a card that Vyn has. A group of folks in this card are acting and Vyn’s character ended up being the killer. I won’t leave my thoughts on the card but this is why I’m sus of everyone 😔

#tears of themis #tot #tears of themis spoilers #!tot events #pookie bears i love them dearly #also these cards… i was like… im not gonna pull but holy fuck rosa is so FINE in all of them #the GRIP this woman has on me #it should have been ME in those cards 😡 #anygays #having high hopes for this event fjfjd it is so cool already love the concept #gives me war flashbacks to vyn’s card though 😔 pls… hyv have mercy thankies #i think i am mixing the cards up with the train event though and now i’m scared that these cards do not actually have happy endings 😭😭 NOOO

[dlnj]

This is the bravest I have ever been while taking pictures to post online …… I hope no one that I know personally that doesn’t already know what’s up doesn’t stumble on this but on the off chance someone recognizes me, might as well explain a little and get it out the way now lol. Yea I’m wearing a diaper , 2 reasons why I’m wearing a diaper , 1 I have been diagnosed enuresis which means I am a bedwetter to manage that I wear diapers , I have incontinence at times during the day, I have leaks during certain activities I guess you could put it, that’s stress incontinence lol, then I always have to go and sometimes I have to go right right now like now now lol some times and even often times I do not make it - so again makes sense to wear diapers which if anyone sees me outside of work trust and believe I am wearing a diaper , even at work sometimes and I’m currently looking for the right discreet pull up to wear at work so I have no issue or at least they won’t be as bad. And finally I’m part of the ABDL community which basically means that not only do I have to wear diapers now but I love wearing diapers . I couldn’t be more thrilled when I realize I screwed up and really should be in a diaper at that moment and then I wet myself , just confirms that I belong in diapers . Very soon most people will figure it out when I either wet myself or it’s obvious I’m wearing a diaper and honestly if that happens it is what it is then I don’t have to worry anymore about people knowing I have to wear diapers or that I like to wear diapers. Anyway so since I’m answering that question Lmfao I am also Bi-sexual . Yup I’m into guys and girls , married to a woman who knows about all of this and like all of it too, she can’t wait til she sees me bottom for a guy . Me neither Lmfao . Anyway hope y’all enjoy the pictures hopefully I didn’t just out myself to the world but if id did I honestly will own it and then just not hide any of it . Anyway enjoy

[wheresarizona]

Girl I just opened tumblr and immediately searched for your blog because I wanted to see if you had posted an update and WHEN I TELL YOU I GASPED when I saw the new LTL chapter because I didn’t expect you to post until tomorrow!!!

May the universe bless you I love you I swear that chapter is exactly what I needed today I CAN’T WAIT to read it I WANT TO KISS YOU RIGHT NOW AAAAAAAAAAH

😘😘😘

I love you, too. (When people say they love me I always want to respond with ‘I know’ because I’m a Star Wars nerd but I fear people will think I’m full of myself lmfao)

Okay, allow me to tell you what happened. I have specific days I will post on: Sunday or Tuesday (unless I’m super fucking impatient and want to toss it out into the world). Last night though, I had the dawning realization that this Tuesday is a holiday in the US and fun fact, but fic doesn’t get a lot of interaction on holidays, SO, I talked it out with my bestie on which day I should post: Monday or Wednesday, because it was too late for me to post yesterday when I realized I fucked up 🥴🥴🥴 and anyways, SURPRISE!!! I posted a day early since there was no way in hell I was making y’all wait a whole extra day for my mistake.

I hope you enjoy!!

🥰🥰🥰

#wheresarizona answers

[kijobaby]

Bye bye, Blackbird

Series: Hazbin Hotel Ship: None Word count: 1,836 Warnings: ever been sacrificed before??? Hi guys this is the first part to my introduction in Hazbin Hotel! I had so much fun writing this ( as I always do whenever I write abt my shit getting rocked lmfao ) and I hope y’all enjoy the really obvious foreshadowing. Obv, due to limited information, I sorta just world built on my own and filled in the gaps on certain things. Anyways. Let’s get the show started!

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I should have known better than to trust the Goth bitch!

How exactly did Kijo find herself barreling through the woods at speeds she didn’t think she was capable of achieving? Oh, right. A beautiful purple haired girl fluttered her eyelashes at her and invited her on a hike. Kijo didn’t think twice when she mentioned it would be a night hike – there were stranger things Kijo had done – but she definitely should’ve raised some eyebrows when that girl showed up wearing a black cloak and sigils painted on her face. Kijo was notorious for ignoring red flags, especially when it was a really, REALLY pretty girl that was waving them.

So, honestly, she couldn’t blame anyone but herself for this mess.

Kijo skidded to a stop and dove behind the trunk of a large evergreen in hopes that it would conceal her from the main path. Her chest heaved painfully as she fought to catch her breath. She was amazed she’d been able to run at all – that girl had jumped on her quick and before she even had a second to process what was happening, she had a knife sticking out of her shoulder. It throbbed painfully as she acknowledged it with the palm of her hand, and Kijo released a hiss.

“ That fuckin’ little…!”

“ Kijooo~!”

Kijo sucked a breath in and held it. Her heart was in her throat now, and it took every ounce of willpower in her to stay quiet. Kijo would let the girl pass her by and then turn back the way she’d came – that bitch could get lost in the woods for all she cared.

I hope a bear eats you!

Her breath remained caught in her lungs as a pair of footsteps drew closer, forest debris crunching under each step. This was the thing of nightmares; Kijo could handle monsters, goblins and ghouls, but chase scenes in horror movies always had her on edge. Now here she was, reenacting the one thing that freaked her out the most.

Go figure.

Kijo didn’t have much time to ruminate over it, though. There was a flash of light – she winced and recoiled when she was blinded by the LED of a flashlight, and she barely had a moment to react when she heard a, “ found you!”

Kijo ducked out of the groping hands of the woman and stumbled around the tree. A string of expletives erupted from her mouth as she bolted back down the beaten path of the forest, heading in the same direction she’d already been running.

“ God, you’re PERSISTENT!” Kijo shouted over her shoulder, giving a glance behind herself only to find the purple haired girl hot on her heels. She shrieked, “ What is WRONG with you?!”

“ I need your blood,” she called after Kijo, “ I need it for--”

Luck smiled down on Kijo in that moment; a root that jutted from the Earth’s crust caught on the girl’s foot and she fell forward, hitting the ground with a loud wail. Her flashlight flew from her grasp and rolled off the trail, plunging them into darkness. Kijo threw a middle finger up in her direction.

“ YEAH! FUCK OFF, BITCH! “

With her eyes already adapted to the dark she had no problem navigating herself, but she worried that she’d ran too deep into the woods to find her way out. The silence behind her at least told her the girl was no longer pursuing her. Maybe she’d broken her neck in the fall. Kijo could only hope.

Her lungs once again urged her to slow her gate, and Kijo only did so because she could see it; a light, peeking through the trees. She must’ve wound up on the other side of the woods. Which meant that it was likely she’d be heading down towards a neighborhood. Maybe someones backyard?

Although the situation was serious, Kijo couldn’t help but laugh at the idea of stumbling in on someones kickback while soaked in her own blood.

What a Friday night this was proving to be.

Yet, her heart fell into her stomach when she worked through the thicket of bushes and found herself… Back. In the clearing she’d just ran from.

But... I ran in a straight line.

Kijo stared at the candles in shock before the dread set in. This really was proving to be the thing of nightmares. She swore, she’d ran in a straight line. There was no way she circled back. It didn’t make any sense!

“So how the fuck am I back here?!”

“I’d be happy to explain that to you!”

The girl--

Something struck the back of Kijo’s head and her vision tunneled almost immediately. Her knees hit the ground, but she wasn’t down for the count; she crouched, gripping the back of her head in an attempt to steady the spins that threw her off kilter. Her palms grew wet and hot. Had the bitch gone and cracked her skull now, too?

“ Seriously…?” Kijo growled out. A pair of boots came into her line of sight and before she could say anything, she was being pulled up by her hair. Kijo was jerked forward and her balance gave. Clumsy and poorly coordinated, she was dragged across the ground, sticks and rocks biting into her skin and scraping up her legs and arms as if she had any more spare blood to give.

“Tsk, tsk, I really wish you’d stop fighting so much! I thought we were going on a nice date together~!”

“ Do you usually… Wind up stabbing your dates… In the back?” Kijo managed to croak out. The girl – what the Hell was her name again? Eve… Evelyn, or something? We’ll go with that. Evelyn gave a laugh, one that Kijo once thought sounded like bells but now only sounded like the cackle of a bitch who had really lost it, and she released her grip on Kijo’s hair. Her forehead collided with the dirt. Kijo gritted her teeth.

“If it makes you feel better, I don’t often ask people out.”

“I can tell. You’re terrible… At flirting.”

There was a flicker of amusement in those blue eyes of Evelyn’s and her lips curled up her face. She almost didn’t look human, with the way the flame of the candles flickered across her face. It was like it was twisting and contorting into something… Inhuman. Unrecognizable.

Kijo once made jokes about wanting to date a hot demon girl, but she retracted her statement; she no longer wanted to date a hot demon girl. Not if it was like this.

“ You’re really funny. He is going to love you.”

“ He?”

Perhaps smaller, but not weak, Evelyn effortlessly flipped Kijo onto her back and the raven haired girl cried out in pain when her injured shoulder was pressed into the dirt beneath her. For a moment, Kijo was convinced she was going to pass out from that. Unfortunately, whatever luck she had earlier had left her rather quickly.

“Wait--”

Kijo weakly brought an arm up, pressing against Evelyn’s sternum in an attempt to push her back. But the combination of Evelyn’s weight, her injuries, and her recent over exertion were wearing down on her, and all she could do was gently push. It seemed enough to make Evelyn pause, though.

“Who… Who are you talking about…?”

That fucking grin on Evelyn’s face only grew wider. She was raising her arm now, holding the same dagger that she’d used earlier to strike Kijo the first time, and Kijo panicked.

“ Who am I talking about?” Evelyn threw her head back with a laugh and, to Kijo’s relief, she lowered her arm slowly to her side, “ who am I talking about?! Have you ever heard of… The Radio Demon?”

“ Radio… Demon? Wha… Wait.” Kijo’s eyes widened. Her interest in True Crime had taken her to the East Coast many times, but one case in particular had always stood out to her. There had been a string of murders in New Orleans in the late 1920’s to 1930’s, one that had gripped the entirety of Louisiana in fear. But that wasn’t what was so jarring about it; supposedly, when the clock struck midnight, there was a radio station that cut from smooth jazz to static. If you listened closely, however, it was said that you could actually hear people pleading for their lives through the static. Many speculated that it was the serial killer, proudly broadcasting his murders.

Of course, none of that had really been proven true, and around 1933 the killings had ceased. The case ran cold and police never tracked down the guy.

Kijo often wondered about cold cases like that. She hoped a guy like that was rotting in Hell.

Kijo snarled, “ what do you mean, ‘he’s going to love me’? That guy is dead – not like I wanna meet him, anyways!”

“ But he’s not dead!” Evelyn gasped out. Her eyes practically bugged out of her skull, taking offense to Kijo’s vehement distaste, “ I’ve met him, I’ve met him! He came to me – in a dream, Kijo! We made a deal. All I have to do is kill someone in his name and send their soul to him!”

Kijo was, for the first time in her life, at a loss for words. A deal? That she made… In a dream?

I’m going to fucking die because of a DREAM?!

“ You’re fucking with me--”

“ I’M NOT.” Evelyn was leaning back again, further straddling Kijo beneath her. Maybe if the situation were different Kijo would make a funny crack, but that dagger was glinting dangerously in the candle light and the impulse to make a joke quickly died in her throat.

“ Wait, Evelyn, you can’t – kill me… Because of a dream! That’s--”

“ I’m sorry, Kijo, but I’ve gotta,” Evelyn shook her head, “ it’s the only way. He promised me that he would hold up his end of the deal so long as I held up mine.”

“ For what? Evelyn, what could he – he’s not alive! You had a fucking dream –“

But Evelyn wasn’t listening anymore. Whatever delusion she was suffering from clouded her ability to listen to logic and she cackled excitedly, thrilled with Kijo’s attempts to reach her. The flames around them seemed to flicker up in tandem with her movements and as she was raising the dagger above her head, Kijo swore she heard static, coupled with the soft gentle tune of jazz.

“Evelyn--”

“ Goodbye, Kijo!”

“ Evelyn, no, wait--” “ Tell him that Evelyn’s sent you!”

“FOR FUCKS SAKE--”

Evelyn’s arm dropped down and the dagger broke straight through Kijo’s rib cage, piercing her heart.

No one here can love or understand me Oh, what hard luck stories they all hand me Pack up all my cares and woe, here I go, winging low Bye, bye, blackbird...

#kijos writing

[ashevixen]

Welcome to my personal corner of the internet <3

Bio:

hey y’all, i’m Taylor, you can call me Tay for short. i’m a 21 year-old high-functioning autistic trans woman currently residing in Pennsylvania. i’m currently majoring in digital media technologies @ ESU. i’m interested in multiple things in that field, namely photography, digital art, game/software design, photoshop, and media production. i’ve been fascinated with all things technology since i was young, and have grown up gaming for as long as i can remember. so i guess you can call me a nerd lmfao. i’ve also been in the furry fandom for a few years now, and have been wanting to interact more with others in the fandom, as well as attend cons in the future. i would totally love a suit of ashe as well, as suiting does interest me very much!! i may be hella shy and introverted but i’m always open to chat with new people, so drop a dm and say hi if you’d like. i try my best to be as caring and compassionate as possible to any and everyone <3 i don’t bite!

What to expect:

me nerding out about various shit i’m into

ramblings

tons of fan-art

my own art and photography at some point

story ideas and oc/sona concepts and backstories

commissions i receive!

gaming stuff

lgbtq+ and neurodivergent topics

and more…

P.S my sona, Ashe Blackwood, is a Canadian marble fox, she’s also trans just like me.

anyways, thank you for reading and i hope you enjoy your time here checking out my blog!

[kithtaehyung]

Hiii! With the risk of sounding weird or sappy, I just want to say that I really appreciate all of the readers that leave their thoughts, theories and scenarios about 3tan because it makes me feel so understood and excited that so many other people also enjoy something I enjoy so much.

And I really really really appreciate you, Ryen, not only for your amazing writing and content that you put out, but for always interacting with your readers and making your blog such a safe space!

With that being said, I'm really excited for Interlude and I will not even mention my feelings about 3tan9 because... Anyway hope you're doing well 💕💕

-🥝

Oh Kiwi… KIWI🥺🥺 you are an absolute angel of a person what the heck. Everyone sending in asks, this is for you! I’m glad you feel excited and seen reading all the thoughts and theories and stuff🥳 We have a ton of fun!

And it’s no problem at all, love. I try to answer as many as I can! You’re all so damn smart and funny so it’s just as fun for me as it is for y’all🤣 Sometimes the most relaxing part of my day is answering everyone and seeing what you all have to say. It’s comforting, especially if it’s really nice messages or feedback🤍 Those are what keep me going when I need some encouragement to write.

INTERLUDE IS COMING!! And working on 3tan9 at the same time as yoongi’s interlude is making my head spin lmfao but we’ll have a time! I’m doing well—just busy. Hope the same for you!!

#this is so sweet! #🥝 anon #asks:3tan #lovely people #*ryenfictalk #mailbox💌 #calm tag

[coredrill]

me: man why’s sushio not credited on any of these eps :/

sushio:

meanwhile in 7&8:

ep7:

mmmmmmmmmm timeskip. (to clarify timeskips are VERY hit or miss for me, i feel like they often end up unsatisfying bc of the amount of development/events deemed unnecessary to the story that occur offscreen. like when it’s not done expertly it means that the writers have failed at telling a story. anyways w the benefit of hindsight the ambiguousness of the amount of time for this one is lame. has it been a month? a year? why’s david so hardened but everyone else is the same? why’s david already succumbing to cyberpsychosis when he’s known to have a high tolerance for it?? this was 100% the video game guys’ way of being like “DAVID CHANGED” but it doesn’t work well for me tbh.)

(i adore both of ttgl’s timeskips btw)

REBECCA KICKING THE SHIT OUTTA THIS DUDE LMAO

kiwi’s alive 😭

YES REBECCA I LOVE INSANE WOMEN

david flipping around w the word “broken” flashing in the bg trigger’s subtlety hits right AS ALWAYS LMFAO

why’s david’s new design look like when dudebros draw simon as their own ugly wish fulfillment 😐

NOT THE “TALES OF TRAUMA” POSTER FNDNNDBDBSNDNDJSJS

“i feel better in cyberware than in my own skin” ah so this is a story abt lack of identity and how being a kid when the system is stomping your parents into the dirt leaves them with hopes for you that you don’t care abt but also you don’t have the chance to develop your own self and hopes bc of that same system. got it 👍

THESE BITCHES ARE NAKED IN FRONT OF GIANT ASS WINDOWS?????????????? (viral voice) PUT SOME CLOTHES ON!!!!!!!!!

LUCY BACKSTORYYYYYYY!!!!!!!!!

ok so i DO LOVE the concept of an “old net” with hidden secrets like digital archaeological ruins like that’s SO GOOD. HOWEVER lucy being “only kid from childhood experiment who Made It” is too fuckin kiznaiver for me 🤢

(i do still enjoy lucy tho)

YES BIG FAN OF THE ANIMATION GLITCHING OUT OVER RANDOM PARTS OF THE GUY AND THE “DENIED” OVER LUCY. i also love when lucy’s made creepy that’s so good

ep8:

is that stephanie sheh :)( (with the benefit of hindsight aka i read the credits and typed this up after: no it is not lmao)

welp :/

OHHHHHHHHHH WAS DAVID LIKE A TEST SUBJECT OR SOMETHING. DOES HE ALREADY HAVE THE CYBER SKELETON????? AND THAT’S WHY HIS BONES FLASH WHEN HE POWERS UP????????

(if true trigger y’all are so good at your jobs 😭)

OHHHHHHHH AND THAT’S WHAT LUCY FOUND AND WIPED WHILE SHE WAS IN THE BATH OR WHATEVER AND WHY SHE KEEPS MEDDLING (with the benefit of hindsight: AND why she tried to tell david he wasn’t special)

kiwi calling lucy mysterious LMAO

i wanna see kiwi taking lucy in and training her and lucy looking up to kiwi and cutting her hair like kiwis (with the benefit of hindsight: 😭😭😭😭😭😭)

david and rebecca bff agenda i just wish they didn’t make rebecca into him 🥴

why aren’t there nips in the digital world

LMAO at this serious conversation in front of the sex poster AND THE TALES OF TRAUMA POSTER

ahhhhhh so david’s gonna die saving lucy

DTR SIGN??????????

NOOOOOOOO NOT KIWI BETRAYAL :(

anyways tonight’s take is much the same as yesterday’s in that the story is not rly doing it for me but the characters are decent (tho i like david less, prob bc of the timeskip) and the animation is still a TREAT to watch so. ALSO I CANT WAIT TO WATCH THE SUSHIO EPISODE HOLY SHIT ITS GONNA GO SO HARD

#a: cyberpunk edgerunners #edgerunners spoilers #t.txt

[babyboibucky]

The Match - Part 25 (Finale)

Pairing: CEO!Bucky x Fem!Reader

Summary: You and Bucky move on with your lives.

Word Count: 3.5k

Warnings: No smut, I apologize lmfao

A/N: OHMYGOD WE MADE IT. WE’RE AT THE FINALE AND I CAN’T FUCKING BELIEVE I FINISHED THIS LONG ASS SERIES! THIS FEELS LIKE RETIREMENT LMAO anyway I will make a separate post for my thoughts and feelings about finishing this. I just hope that y’all enjoy this one (it still feels mediocre for me) and I can’t wait to read what you guys think!!!!!!!!!!

The Match Masterlist || MAIN MASTERLIST

“How are you holding up?”

You groaned as you looked up from your laptop, “Not good.” you admitted before slamming it shut and then burying your face into your palms.

Tomorrow was your big pitch for a client and your presentation was already done from a week ago. However, your brain really decided to come up with a better idea just this morning and you can’t not go with that one. You just can’t.

“The creatives team was ready to send me to my grave when I asked them to revise all the materials.” you said.

“Even if they could, they can’t. You’re the Account Director and oh, my business partner too?” Kenzie said with a lilt in her voice.

After taking a break from work for a couple of months, you crossed paths with Kenzie. You were on your way to a job interview when you passed by her in the same building. Turned out that she was working on creating her own marketing agency. The two of you caught up on each other’s lives and by the end of the day, she had offered you to partner with her.

Investing in a business was no joke and you had to admit, you weren’t sure whether you were ready to do so. You still took the jump though and two and half years later here you were— owning a marketing agency alongside Kenzie.

Things did work out for you after all, career wise.

You always wondered whether the same thing happened to a certain someone.

“Hello? You still with me?” Kenzie snapped her manicured fingers right into your face.

You looked up at her, “Huh?”

She smirked, “I can see your mind flying elsewhere and as much as I want to pry, I don’t want to distract you or else you’re going to spend the night here in the office again.” she said.

You rolled your eyes, “That was one time, Kenzie!” you called out to her as she walked away, but not before turning around to remind you of tonight’s agenda.

“Dinner with Sam at 8pm. And I don’t want you working while we catch up, so finish your deck, babe.” she warned with a playful wink.

Shaking your head with amusement, you opened your laptop again and continued with your presentation. Unable to help yourself, you switched the tab to Google and started typing.

Bucky Barnes

Before you could even search him up, you had already changed your mind and closed the tab. It’s been years since Bucky left and since then, you promised yourself to focus on your career. You never searched him up, never added him on social media, nothing.

In those years that Bucky was away, you focused on bettering yourself. Not for him nor for anyone, but for you.

You were willing to wait for him, but you also didn’t stop yourself from entertaining others who showed interest in you. You chose to believe Winnifred when she said that when two people are meant together, it’ll happen eventually.

Whether you and Bucky were going to meet again, you gave it all up to fate.

-

“Look at the two of you!” Sam hollered as soon as you and Kenzie reached his table at the restaurant.

You hugged Sam and sat across from him with a huge smile on your face, “And look at you, dashing as ever!” You complimented.

“I mean, he was featured in GQ magazine. He’s a changed man.” Kenzie teased with a sly smile.

After Barnes Group of Companies was officially sold to Wilson Enterprises, Sam became the man of the hour. As soon as the news got out, he was the topic in the industry and yes, was given a special feature in GQ magazine. There were a lot of articles about Bucky too, with most of them on the negative side but you never really paid attention.

You only read a couple and none of which were actually true. One article assumed that Bucky was broke, that’s why he sold the company, another one said that he escaped from paying taxes. There were a lot of hearsays about him, you were actually glad he wasn’t around to deal with them.

“How’s the business going?” Sam asked.

“It’s amazing! I gotta thank her for it, she works really hard.” Kenzie said and turned to you.

“Shut up, Kenzie.” You said, rolling your eyes at her, “You’re the one bringing in clients, you work just as hard.” You told her.

Sam chuckled as he watched you two with amusement, “It’s really great seeing you two like this. I can still remember when there was a little competition going on.” He said.

You groaned, “Oh god, not that one.” You said.

Kenzie laughed, “Girl, that competition made you shine though.”

All throughout dinner, the three of you caught up on a lot of things— personal lives included but mostly about each other’s career. Sam mentioned that Beverly was now taking on a marketing role, something that she has been updating you about since you left the company. You couldn’t be even more proud of her.

In the middle of a conversation, Kenzie’s phone rang, “Ugh, it’s our fave client.” she sarcastically told you, “Probably going to follow up on the updated list of influencers, anyway, I gotta take this so excuse me.” she said and headed out of the restaurant.

“You look really happy.” Sam commented with a nod.

You laughed, “Actually, I really am.” you admitted, “I never thought I’d have my own agency yet here I am.” you said.

Sam smiled, “I’m really happy for you. I mean, I took it as a loss since I really wanted you to work for my company.” he chuckled.

“Are you pirating me?” you narrowed your eyes at him with a smirk.

Sam shrugged before taking a sip from his wine, “I’m just saying, I never closed my doors for you.” he said and wiggled his eyebrows at you.

“Well, Kenzie beat you to it. How were things when you formally bought the company?” you curiously asked.

You only saw articles about it, but never really knew what Sam had to deal with after Bucky sold him the company. Sam told you that he needed to think about it plenty of times when Bucky brought up the idea. It was such a huge step but somehow, it all worked pretty well— for him and Bucky.

“The only difficulty I encountered was dealing with George Barnes.” Sam said with a chortle, “That man’s urge to meddle is just…astounding.” he laughed.

You snorted, “Tell me about it. How’d you get him off your back?” you asked.

Sam leaned back against his seat, “Oh, Bucky set him straight. George barged into my office when I was about to sign the contract. I have never seen Bucky go off at someone like that, even George was stunned. Good for him though, I think that was when he realized that Bucky has become his own person.” he said.

“Speaking of Bucky, I heard he’s back in town.” Sam said with a knowing look in his eyes.

Just the mention of his name made your chest tighten, not in a bad way though. The fact that Bucky was back made your stomach do somersaults. Questions you never really thought of for the past years suddenly filled your mind.

How was he? What was he up to now?

Has he moved on?

Has he found someone new?

“I always thought there was something between you two, when I asked Bucky about it I wasn’t surprised when he confirmed it. How did you take it, his decision to leave?” Sam curiously asked.

Letting out a relaxed sigh, you merely shrugged, “I think we both needed some time apart, you know? He needed to work on himself, I think I needed time to sort my priorities too. It was a messy time back then.” you chuckled softly.

Sam nodded, “And what about now? What are your priorities?” he asked.

“I have my own company now, I worked my ass off for the past few years and will probably continue doing so. I guess my priorities didn’t change that much.” you said with a laugh.

Sam smiled, “From someone who has the same priorities, let me tell you a piece of advice. It’s okay to take a break. You don’t have anything to worry about, you’ve proven enough.”

You returned his smile, “Thanks, Sam. We would have made a powerful couple, honestly.” you joked.

“You know what? I agree. Maybe swipe right on me when you download Tinder again.” he smirked.

“Oh my god, you knew about that too?!”

-

Trailing behind Kenzie, you went through your mental checklist for today’s presentation. The deck was ready, you knew your script for the pitch like the back of your hand, you yourself was ready too. As you and Kenzie walked through the hallway leading to the client’s office, you started feeling your pockets for your phone.

“Fucking hell.” you cussed out.

Kenzie turned around and looked at you worriedly, “Anything wrong?” she asked.

“I left my phone in the car.” you huffed out and searched your bag again before feeling for your pockets the second time around.

“Can you go ahead and tell the client I’ll be back?” you asked.

Kenzie nodded and took your laptop bag, “Yeah, sure. We have around five minutes anyway, just be quick.” she said.

“Yeah, I’m sorry. Be back in a jiffy.” you said and rushed back to the elevator, pressing the basement button.

You pressed on the close button multiple times in an attempt to speed up the doors from closing. However, someone felt the need to catch up and slotted a foot in between the doors, delaying you even further. A muffled curse slipped past your lips as you watched the elevator doors open once more.

The person who slipped in though, was someone you hadn’t expected to see.

“Bucky?”

It was as if the time stopped when he looked up at you, his blue eyes brighter than ever. It brought you back to the time you shared the elevator with him for the first time. He still had the same aura— confident and somewhat authoritative— he still wore the same damn perfume too, the one that made your knees weak because it made him smell like a manly man.

Unlike in the past, he was no longer clad in the usual suit and tie ensemble. Instead, he was simply sporting a dark blue long-sleeved top. His hair was shorter, cleaner, but he still had a stubble that almost gave you whiplash from the sudden influx of flashbacks.

If there was anything that changed in the way he looked it was that he appeared lighter— happier.

“Hi.” he said, blinking at you as the doors closed.

Suddenly, you found it hard to breathe with him standing beside you. You had a lot of things to say and ask, at least that’s what you thought whenever you imagined seeing him again. Now that he was here though, it’s like you had forgotten how to speak.

“How have you been?” he spoke first.

You cleared your throat, “Um, good. You?” you said and you wanted to slap yourself for being so fucking awkward like it was your first time meeting him.

“You look good by the way.” you added, unable to stop yourself.

Bucky chuckled as he rubbed the back of his neck, “Thanks. Uh, I’m great. You look amazing too.” he said.

Silence followed after the small talk and even the elevator music didn’t help. What was it with fucking elevators and Bucky?! And why do they always seem to slow down whenever the two of you are together?

Both of you cleared your throats in unison, stealing glances from each other a couple of times before you decided to just go for it and start another conversation.

“Do you work here?”

“You work in this building?”

You both answered at the same time, earning a soft laughter from each other. Bucky shook his head in amusement and responded the same time as you did.

“No, I have a meeting with a client here.”

“Yeah, we just moved offices.”

Another round of laughter echoed in the elevator. You tucked your hair behind your ear, “I’m sorry, you can go ahead and talk.” you said, feeling your neck turn warm the longer you looked at Bucky.

Bucky nodded, “Our new office is here, I just brought up some of our stuff.” he said, “Where do you work now?” he asked.

“Kenzie and I started our own marketing agency. Well, she did and then she asked me whether I was interested to join her so…yeah. New company?” you asked.

The way Bucky looked at you when you told him about your agency made your heart beat twice as fast. The fondness in those eyes, how his lips tugged into a genuine smile, you just realized how much you missed them.

“I’m proud of you.” he simply said, biting his bottom lip, “I mean you and Kenzie are quite the tandem.” he said.

Laughing, you acknowledged his statement, “Who would have thought, right?” you asked before smiling at him.

“Thank you, Bucky.” you softly said.

“And yeah, new company. My friend and I started a motorcycle business, a dealership.” he explained.

You smiled, “You never left the industry, huh?” you asked.

Bucky chuckled, “Yeah, well as much as I hated taking over the family business, I learned to love the industry.” he said.

You were about to congratulate him when the elevator stopped at the basement floor, “Were you headed to a different floor?” you asked when you noticed the look on Bucky’s face, like he made a mistake.

“Yeah, I kinda forgot to press the button. Got distracted.” he admitted with a familiar look in his eyes that left you flustered. “Guess I’ll just walk you to your car?” he asked.

“I’m just going back to get my phone, I left it and…but yeah, you can walk me there.” you stammered.

The two of you walked side by side in silence for a few seconds before Bucky spoke up again, “So you have a client meeting.” he stated.

You nodded, “Yeah, in fact, I am running late. I just had to forget my phone.” you awkwardly explained upon reaching your car.

The walk back to the elevators was just as awkward, with you or Bucky starting small talk that really didn’t get anywhere. You could feel that he too had a lot of things to say, but really, how do you even start?

While waiting for the elevator to reach the basement, you kept your gaze on the monitor displaying the floor numbers. Bucky was standing slightly behind you and yet you could feel his gaze on you. As soon as the elevators opened, you wasted no time to step inside but didn’t miss the subtle brush of Bucky’s hand on the small of your back as he ushered you in.

“What floor are you headed to?” you asked after pressing the button to your destination.

“Don’t worry, I got it.” he said, leaning towards the buttons and pressing on the tenth floor.

The waft of Bucky’s perfume invaded your nostrils and just like that, you were left intoxicated yet again. Suddenly, the atmosphere between the two of you changed; it’s like as soon as the small talk was done, the tension from the past came back.

Wanting to be able to talk to him properly, you gathered your courage and decided to be the first one to make the move.

“Are you down for dinner tonight?” you asked, clenching your fists at your sides.

Bucky looked at you, a bit surprised at your boldness before his face fell. “I can’t, I’m seeing someone tonight.” he said softly.

Oh.

Oh okay.

You didn’t expect him to say that, it almost made you dizzy. Your throat turned dry all of a sudden and you felt your heart drop to your stomach. What were you expecting anyway? Two and half years was a long time, a lot of things could happen like, meet someone else? You managed to own an agency during those two years, even went on several dates so it was highly possible for Bucky to find genuine happiness in someone else.

Maybe you were meant to build him for somebody else. Looking away from Bucky, you started apologizing.

“Oh. Of course, I’m sorry I just—”

“My therapist.” Bucky hurriedly cut you off.

You blinked at him, “Your…therapist?” you asked.

Bucky looked embarrassed as he laughed, “Yeah, I really can’t ditch her.” he explained.

Okay, you did a lot of overthinking with that one but the relief that washed over your entire body was very comforting. You felt stupid for jumping to conclusions and ended up mentally slapping yourself. You didn’t even feel ashamed of the loud sigh of relief you let out.

“Whew, okay. Therapist.” you laughed, “Yeah, don’t ditch her. That’s…huh, therapist. Just a therapist. Good. I mean, it’s great. That…um, yeah. I get it.” you started rambling and almost facepalmed when you noticed the amusement in Bucky’s eyes.

“Yeah, my therapist. She’s old. Married even, with grandchildren.” Bucky reassured, humoring you.

“I’m free tomorrow night though.” Bucky suggested immediately, stuffing his hands inside the pockets of his jeans.

This time, it was you who made a face. “I’m meeting someone tomorrow, sorry.” you said, “Just a client though, old too. I’m guessing he has grandchildren as well.” you said and laughed along with Bucky.

“Um, Thursday night?” you asked.

“I have dinner with mom and Steve on Thursday.” he said.

You couldn’t stop your lips from stretching into a huge smile, “Winnifred and Steve?” you asked.

Bucky instantly understood you and he nodded, “Yeah, it took a while but uhh I…I got to fix some stuff. I promised you, didn’t I?” he said, turning serious this time.

Your breath hitched in your throat; suddenly, you were nervous but the good kind, like things were finally working out. You had the same feeling when you shared the elevator with him after matching on Tinder, like you already knew that something significant was going to happen in your life.

It felt like that, like something was about to start again.

Something good.

“I’m happy for you.” you commented.

“Can I confess something?” Bucky asked out of the blue but didn’t wait for you to answer before continuing.

“I know about the agency. Sam told me as soon as I got back. I was going to call you this weekend but I guess we’re meant to see each other earlier than I had planned.” he said.

You held in your breath as you debated on something, but you ended up admitting something as well, “I know about your business too, I googled you. Just last night.”

No matter how much you held back from searching up Bucky, you couldn’t. Especially not after Sam told you that he was back. You discovered that he has been traveling a lot, connecting with potential brands for his new business. He has been in and out of New York for quite a while now and to be frank, you wondered why he never contacted you.

But then again, you never attempted to do the same thing too. You assumed that perhaps it meant that there was truly a right time for everything.

Timing could be a bitch most of the time and the universe has its way of messing things up. Now though, it’s almost as if timing and the universe teamed up to make everything right.

Bucky opened his mouth to say something when the elevator dinged at the same time your phone started ringing. As you fumbled with your phone, Bucky seemed conflicted about stepping out on the floor he was headed to.

So many things left unsaid, so little time.

“Hey, Kenzie. I’m on my way up.” you said as soon as you answered the call while Bucky was still debating about stepping out.

“So um, Friday night?” Bucky asked hopefully as he finally walked out, leaving you inside.

“Shit, wait, I need to check my calendar first.” you said and struggled when the doors almost closed, thank goodness for your reflexes because you managed to hold down the open button while pulling up your calendar app.

Bucky looked at you with a certain glint in his eyes, “We can always reschedule if you’re not free.”

“Oh!” you exclaimed, “I’m meeting with a friend on Friday afternoon but I’m free at night.” you told him urgently.

“I’m free at night, we can go out Friday night.” you quickly repeated as your phone went off again, ringing in the background as you and Bucky laughed.

“It’s a match!” he blurted out, looking flustered at the implication of his statement.

“I mean, we’re a match…our schedules are a match. We’re both free on Friday night is what I meant.” he explained, his cheeks turning into a subtle shade of pink.

Amidst the chaos that was happening— the elevator doors beginning to close, your phone buzzing with Kenzie’s name flashing on the screen, the client meeting waiting to start and everything else in between— your heart and mind were both at peace.

Before the doors could completely close, you and Bucky locked gazes. Finally, fucking finally, everything fell into place.

“It’s a match alright.”

FIN.

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[godlygreta]

behind the lens | all

title | behind the lens

summary | a delicious job opportunity presents itself, how can you say no?

warnings | MAJOR !! NSFW 18+ CONTENT

there are: protected and unprotected sex, voyeurism, being filmed, oral sex (m. & f. receiving), lots of teasing, overstimulation, pet names, dom/sub dynamic, exhibitionism, smoking, drinking alcohol, cream pie, tattoo jake (yes, that’s a warning), orgasm denial, use of a vibrator, spanking, being tied up

word count | 15k+

author’s note | this is so fucking whore knee and fucking LONG i’m sorry for this novel of a fic lmfao i’m glad i wrote it lmfao. anyways... i hope y’all enjoy this !! this is for all my slutty lil bebes :)

thank you to the sweetest, kindest, amazing-est, and horniest editor on planet earth, @screechesincoherently -- you are my moon & all of my stars  ｡.｡:∞♡*♥

You never wanted to get into porn necessarily.

It was more of a convenience thing than anything. You had student debt you had to pay off, ridding yourself of the letters they would send reminding you of their existence. You always added it onto the pile of things you had to pay. You kept up with payments, although it was never that much at a time. If you had extra money left over after paying for rent, extra utilities, and groceries, it essentially was split between gas money and your student debt.

You knew some pornstars made a decent amount of money. You had even done a little research into how much they make, although you had run into a few instances of people not getting paid the way they should. And so, besides the general research you did into the wages, you also looked into various websites, who needed new actresses, as they called them. 

The website you had landed on was vastly different from the ones you had seen. It was discreet, taking you to a separate website depending on the ‘actress’ you picked; it was almost like their own personal websites, leading to an entire filmography of one specific person.

The directors even had their own little filmography pages. There were only a few directors, only one of them being a man. His name wasn’t displayed for obvious reasons, but his initials were: JMK, and you clicked on the little ‘About Me’ section underneath his photo, bringing you to an entire list of his works. It took you a second to realize that not only did he direct some of them, but he was also starring in some of them.

You clicked on one video in particular, where the screengrab looked like he was subbing. And he was.Your eyes only widened at how beautiful he was, pinned underneath a beautiful woman. Hands handcuffed to the metal bars of the headboard, head against the wall while her mouth was wrapped around his cock. Her hand went at a relentless speed, slowing down every time JMK mentioned he was going to cum.

You scrolled through a few of his other videos, briefly watching the ones he had directed. They were beautiful - more like actual movies than porn. The editing was out of this world and the color scheme was always fitting. All the videos you had thought of when you thought of porn was what PornHub had.

It was easy enough to apply, sending in your contact information and your availability. You got an email within the day asking when you could possibly meet up for an interview. You agreed that next week Tuesday was alright for the both of you. He texted your number after asking if that way of communication was alright for you, which it was. Just a brief message telling you what cafe to meet him at and what time.

And then Tuesday came.

The week went by fast and with each day passing by, you got increasingly more nervous. You had no idea why. It wasn’t like this was your only source of income, you had a few other jobs that brought in a decent amount of money. You could live off of it, but you could always use a little more.

You picked at your fingertips and bit at the inside of your lips – a nervous habit you hadn’t been able to kick since it developed in high school. You sat at a table in the corner, a little nook, tucked away from the rest of the cafe population. Your iced chai sat between your hands as you did some light reading on your laptop, just a year away from getting your degree. Your hands, though, abandoned your coffee as you began to type into a Word document your response to the prompt your professor had given you, hoping to God that you met the word requirement.

It wasn’t until he had sat down next to you and whispered a ‘hello’ that you stopped typing. You looked up from your laptop, seeing the man from the video in front of you. You shut your laptop and pushed it to the side and immediately apologized. “I’m sorry, I was just doing some work. Hi, it’s nice to meet you, I’m Y/N.”

“I’m Josh. It’s nice to meet you too. So, you want to join our agency, if you will?” You nodded. “Do you have any previous experience in the business?”

“No, I-I don’t. I’m a fast learner though.” He hummed, looking you up and down as if he was determining your worth as an employee.

“You’re very beautiful, if you don’t mind me saying.”

“Thank you,” you blushed, taking a sip from your cup.

“I think you’d be great for our company, if you’d like to be a part of it and would be comfortable being on camera like that. But I would like for you to stop by the studio and get a feel for the place before you fully commit to working for us.”

“I’ve got time today if you do.”

The studio was clean. That was the first thing you noticed. It was a house him and other members of their company rented out within a more calm side of the city. It was ironic - considering all of the things they filmed there. It was bigger than you expected it to be, every room was designed to fit a theme, colors ranged from plain white to a blood red color. There was someone who was going to be shooting in the Blue Room, as they called it; all their rooms were named by their color.

The more you learned about their set up, the more Josh talked to you about the various coworkers you would have, him included. “We establish consent very early on, before any of the scenes you film. You meet about a week ahead of filming, go over what the video is gonna be on and then everything you’re comfortable with, especially if you’re filming with someone else. If you only want to do straight porn, you definitely can, but if you’re open to lesbian porn as well we can do that. We only want to do what you’re comfortable with.”

You looked around the Blue Room and watched as someone walked in. He had longer, brown hair. He looked very similar to Josh. Josh spoke as if he was reading your mind, “That’s Jake, he’s my twin. We built this company together, actually.”

“Do you direct the porn he’s in?” You asked.

“No, not usually. I’ve done it a few times but only because nobody else is available. I’d rather not see any of my brothers naked, you know?”

“Brothers?”

“Yeah, our little brother Sammy works with us too. He came along when he turned eighteen. He’s twenty two now.” You nodded, thinking to yourself that four years is a long time. You licked your lips and continued on with the tour, going into one of the two bathrooms the house had, seeing someone brushing through their wet curls. “That’s Danny. He’s not a brother, but he basically is one to us now. He’s been with us for two years - he wasn’t ready when Sammy was.”

“Hi, Danny.” You waved to him, the familiar feeling of heat washing over your cheeks, painting them a light pink. He smiled back at you, eyes raking up and down your figure. “Would I be working with him?”

“Yes, but you’d be working with all of us at some point. But if you have preferences after a while, we can work with those. When you first start, I’d like you to work with everyone at least once before you decide on a regular, if that’s alright.”

“That sounds reasonable.” You nodded, arms crossing over your chest as you leaned against the doorframe to one of the smaller rooms, turned into what you figured was Josh’s office.

“We’re gonna give you a few days to think, give you time to actually mull it over. If you’d like to work with us, shoot me a text when you finish reading this contract and filling it out - everything is marked where you should sign or initial; yellow is initials, and the pink highlighted sections are where your signature is needed.” He spoke, handing you over a stack of papers. “Are you okay with that?”

“Absolutely.”

“I’ll have Jake take you back – just let him know where you’d like to go.” He called for his brother, his footsteps bounding through the halls after a few seconds. He was dressed, button up shirt only half buttoned with a pair of jeans and some loafers. He offered you a smirk as Josh spoke to him about what he was to do. “Make sure she gets back safely, okay?”

“Of course.” He winked at you before motioning with his head for you to follow him. The vehicle he led you to was a beat up, old, dark green pickup truck. He opened the passenger door for you, making sure you were completely inside before shutting the door. He hopped into the driver’s seat, putting his key in the ignition before making the car roar to life. “Where to, my lady?”

“The cafe on Ninth Street please. I only live a few blocks from the place, I can walk the rest of the way. It’s a little hidden.”

“Sure thing.”

“Maybe you’d want to grab a coffee with me before you have to head back? Keep me company while I finish up a paper?” You asked, hoping that he would say yes. He licked his lips, eyes flickering between you and the road ahead of him.

“I’d love to.” He spoke, eyes looking into yours while his truck stopped at a red light. His stare was intimidating – alluring nonetheless. If you weren’t going to sign the contract before, you were sure as hell going to sign it now. As long as you could stare into Jake’s eyes like that more often, you’d do anything to be able to work with him.

The cafe had calmed down and the little nook you had sat in earlier with Josh was still open. You slid into the little booth, putting your stuff down on the table. As soon as your stuff was set up the way you wanted it, you rejoined Jake in line. To pass the time between the people ahead of you two’s orders and your own, you decided to ask some questions. “Do you like your work?”

“You mean do I like being a pornstar?”

“I wanted to be more respectful.”

“You don’t have to be,” he whispered, lips brushing against the cartilage of your ear. “And yes, I do. I like my work. Good pay, I don’t have to work with anyone I don’t like. It’s nice. Nicer than any office job.”

“What type of porn do you film?”

“Straight porn mostly. Sometimes I’ll do smaller solo projects for the website. The ladies love me.” He winked, nudging you with his elbow. You chuckled slightly, hoping that nobody was listening in to your conversation. “What’re you thinking about filming? If you join us, of course.”

“Probably straight porn too. Get comfortable with it and then open my options.”

“That’s a good idea, safe, too.” The cashier called for the two of you to come up to the register next. You ordered another iced chai, even though you were pretty sure you probably didn’t need a second coffee. It didn’t shock you when Jake ordered his coffee, black with no creamer or sugar in it. “You gonna come work with us, you think?”

“I’m leaning more towards yes. It’s a comfortable environment and it helps that my coworkers are hot.” You chided. You went to hand the cashier a twenty, but Jake was too quick, pulling out his card and handing it over towards her. You gave him a slight death glare before continuing on with your thought. 

“Josh said it took Danny awhile to come work with all of you.”

“Yeah. To put it briefly, and without exposing his business, he just wasn’t ready for this line of work. He needed to learn a bit more about himself and stuff.” The cashier called out both of your names, handing both of you your drinks.

“I’m glad he waited til he was ready. Nobody should be forced into doing anything they’re not ready for or comfortable with.” Jake nodded, smiling as he slid into the seat across from yours. “What’re you working on?”

“We have to respond to a reading we did two nights ago. I’m almost done with it. It’s gotta be seven hundred words and I’m at five-fifty right now.” You turned your laptop to face him, showing him the writing prompt and the response you had so far. “We’re learning about Medieval Lore, so right now, we’re learning about King Arthur and the Knights of the Round Table. There are some historians who don’t think King Arthur truly existed, but they can’t necessarily disprove or prove anything. The battle of whether or not he was real still continues today.”

“That’s interesting, I always thought the story of King Arthur was just a myth based on an actual figure within history.”

“I did, too.” You moved your eyebrows up once while taking a sip from your cup. He finished reading it while you waited impatiently for him to finish. You had become distracted by his mouth, the way he licked over his bottom lip as he read your response. His lips looked soft. You wondered how long it would be before you got to kiss them with your own.

“It’s a good response so far, I like that you bring it back around to the influence in modern day Earth. You highlight the importance of lore, too, which I think is cool.” He turned your laptop back towards you, allowing you to take back over and finish your homework.  “You know, if you do join our company, you’ll be able to come up with your own name – something to keep your real identity safe, if you wanted to.”

“I’d be Pandora.”

“You already know what name you’d want?” He asked, taking the last of his coffee into his mouth.

“I’ve done some thinking about it,” you giggled slightly, hidden behind the rim of your cup.

“Why Pandora?” He asked, mind trailing through all the dirty jokes that could revolve around the name - admittingly falling towards “Pandora’s Box” being a majority of them.

“It’s one of Saturn’s moons. I would’ve done one related to Venus, but Venus doesn’t have any moons.”

“I didn’t know you were into space like that.”

“You don’t know anything about me, Jake.”

“Not yet.”

When you had finally returned home, you had turned in your homework assignment and exchanged numbers with Jake. The two of you had been texting nonstop since you had gotten home. You wanted Jake to let you know that he had gotten back safely with no bruises or scrapes, and he did. You tried to stop the smile that started to grow on your face, but you couldn’t help it. The idea of working with Jake made you excited.

You had hoped that your application and everything would get approved relatively quickly after you mailed Josh your contract with all the highlighted sections initialed and signed. You had finished signing it and everything the night Jake brought you back, sending it out to the mail the next morning. Josh had even texted you once he received the manila folder in the mail, sending a photo of it with a text that read, “I’ll be reviewing this and hopefully will see you soon” adorned with a winky face at the end.

Your excitement couldn’t be contained, even in class you would religiously check your phone for another text from Josh, letting you know when you could start working.

Three days later, after Josh had received the manila envelope, he finally texted you, “Since it’ll be your first film ever as well as with us, you get to pick who you’d like to do it with. We’ve got a few options that will be done throughout the next couple months. Before you film though, I will need you to show up with physical proof that you have no sexually transmitted diseases. Standard procedure.”

After you shot him a quick text back letting him know that you’ll schedule one for the closest date, you immediately ran to call your doctor’s office, scheduling a test with them. It would take another week before they were able to squeeze you in, which didn’t help your enthusiasm to work with Josh.

The week-long wait was worth it, sending you home with a clean bill of health. They gave you a printed version of your results, immediately texting Josh that you’d be on the way relatively soon. You hadn’t heard back from him by the time you arrived at their house of operations, shoving your phone into your back pocket before getting out of your car.

Your heartbeat increased as you made your way to the door, hesitating as you held your knuckles over the door. Was this a good idea? Surely it was, given the fact that you had to get tested before working with them, ensuring you wouldn’t transmit anything to the people you were going to be working with. You mulled it over in your mind for a few moments, finally deciding that this was the right idea. And with as much confidence as you could muster, you knocked.

✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:*

You sat in anticipation across the table from Danny. Josh had an idea, of which the two of you could figure out together. Essentially, he just wanted the two of you to play around with different plots, but gave you the guidelines of: Danny being the submissive, you being the dominant. It intimidated you slightly, not having been on top a whole bunch of times. “If you don’t have any ideas, I have a few we can work with.”

“Please.”

“We can play around with the boy and girl next door. If you’d like.” He offered as his caramel eyes looking into yours. “Naughty girl next door.”

“I like the sound of that.” You smirked, trying your hardest to hide within your face how much you truly liked the idea.

“I’m comfortable with a lot of things, but I don’t prefer doing anything anally, unless we’ve got a shit ton of time to prep for that.”

“You do not have to worry about that, I’m not a big fan of anal or anal play, so we’re solid. Are you alright with choking?”

“Yes, very much so. Are you?” You nodded in response to his question. “That’s good to know. I’m curious though. Why did you pick me to start with? Most people pick Jake or Josh.”

“You’re pretty. Is that a good enough reason?”

“It is.”

“So, obviously everyone goes by a different name. Is there anything you want me to call you instead of Danny?” You asked, eyes raking over his figure. You were entranced by his beauty, you almost didn’t hear his response.

“You can just call me D, or any pet names. I don’t mind.”

“Alright, do you think you two could film this later tonight?” Josh asked, interrupting your discussion with Danny. “I don’t know what your schedules look like.”

“I’m free, all of my classes are online.”

“I’m free too.”

“That’s great, I’ll have both of you sent to the basement to get some different clothes on. The ones you’re wearing are fine, but this way you have options if you want them.” Josh brought the two of you down to the basement. It was lined with clothes racks, all of the women’s sizes were on one side, men’s on the other while unisex sized clothing laid in the middle. It varied from extra small, to triple ‘x’ extra large. Your fingers scanned through all the different clothing items, landing on a pair of shorts that were going to be way too small (but would show off your ass nicely) and a baggier t-shirt. You noticed that Danny landed on a pair of athletic shorts that Nike made, grey in color.

“I think this will be good. You find your clothes?” You asked, throwing the clothes over your arm. He nodded, holding up his pair of shorts. “Only the shorts?”

“You want me to wear a shirt?”

“Nope. I’m good with you not wearing one.” You nodded, a smug look on your face. Josh brought the two of you back upstairs, heading into the Grey Room. The set up inside the room was neutral, a bed with a desk lining one of the empty walls. Inside the closet was clothes that were never worn. The room was filled with various stock-like photos of the boys, all from lots of nights out. The plants that filled the room were all fake, never once needing to be watered. The room itself was incredibly clean. “We’ll be filming this in this room?”

“Yeah, if you’re comfortable with that.” You nodded, sitting on the edge of the mattress. “We should get changed and stuff before we film.”

“We should. Are you changing in here, or in one of the bathrooms?”

“I was just gonna change right here. You can too, if you want.”

“Okay.” You slipped off your shoes before unbuttoning your jeans. You slid them down your legs, showing Danny your underwear that was filled with cherries. He chuckled slightly, pulling his shirt over his head. You pulled your shirt over your head as well and began to unclasp your bra. “Danny, could you help me? I can’t reach it.”

“Yeah, of course,” he spoke, moving towards you. His fingertips were warm against your skin as he undid your clasp, allowing you to slip out of your bra. He noticed the bruises on your sides from where your bra continually stabbed you in the ribs. He didn’t say a word. You finished putting on the clothes you were going to wear. 

You looked at yourself in the mirror, turning around to admire your ass in the shorts you chose. Goddamn, you thought to yourself. You smirked slightly, noticing that Danny was looking too. “Like what you see?”

“Maybe I do.” Josh came in with his camera, looking at the two of you. His eyebrows raised, asking silently if the two of you were ready. “Give me just one second, and then I’ll be ready to go.”

The nerves hid beneath your skin, but the feeling that lingered underneath that was excitement. You had made your own little films before, mostly for your own pleasure. You’d rewatch the videos you had taken of you and your ex, watching it anytime you needed pleasure and they weren’t home. After you broke up, you deleted them out of respect for them. Josh had Danny exit the room for a few moments, wanting to film the sweet, innocent neighbor boy walking in on the naughty neighbor girl pleasuring herself.

What a storyline, you thought, as well as how exciting it was.

Josh directed you to scroll through your phone aimlessly, through whatever app you wanted to. He only asked that at some point, you snake your hand down into your shorts, playing with yourself.

You did what he asked. Scrolling through your Instagram feed, easily finding all of the boys. You scrolled through all of their pages, many of the pictures on Danny’s page included pictures of him and Sammy. The two of them looked so good, especially shirtless. The wetness that pooled between your legs didn’t shock you one bit. In fact, the thought of being between them turned you on more. The door creaked open, but you paid almost no mind to it while you let little curses tumble from your lips. “Oh, I’m sorry, I didn’t –”

“You’re okay,” you spoke. “I know you didn’t mean to.”

“I can leave if you want me to.”

“I don’t want you to leave. Can you help me, maybe?”

“H-Help you?” He asked, sitting next to you on the bed. You nodded, removing your hand from your shorts and grabbing his. “Help you how?”

“I want to cum so bad, but I just can’t seem to. Can you help me, D? Will you help me cum?” You asked faking innocence, eyes staring into Danny’s even harder than they were before. He nodded, allowing your fingers to wrap around his wrist while you guided his hand into your shorts, toying at your clit.

“Maybe I could help you better if I was able to see what I was doing.” He spoke, eyes flickering between you and your dripping cunt. You nodded, bottom lip between your teeth. He helped you slide out of your shorts and underwear, pulling them down your legs after lifting your hips. He tossed them to the other side of the room, falling away from where Josh was with the camera. “Do I have a pretty pussy, D?”

“Mhm, you do.” He moaned, becoming eye-level with your cunt. “Do you want me to use my mouth on you? Will that help you cum?”

“Yes, please.” You let out a gasp when his tongue collides with your hot skin, letting out a low moan. He took it upon himself to lick your pussy like that a few more times before he began getting experimental with his tongue, flicking it on your bud, drawing figure eights around your weeping hole. “Oh, fuck that feels so good.”

Your hand reached for his curls, using them as a leverage to guide him through your cunt. Your head was thrown back against the pillows as Danny’s mouth wrapped around your clit, fingers inching up your thighs. “Doin’ so good. You’re making me feel so good, D.”

“Do you want me to add my fingers? Will that make you cum faster?”

“Oh my God, yes.” Your voice squeaked, finishing out your sentence with a moan. The second Danny’s finger slipped into your hole, you let out another moan, louder than all the other ones you’ve let slip thus far. With every thrust of his finger, you enunciated the curse words. His fingers made you feel so good, taking their sweet time drawing moans from you. He’ll speed up his pace, slowing it down so you can feel every inch of his finger fill you up. “Fuck yeah, just like that, I’m gonna cum if you keep that up, sweetheart.”

He hummed against your pussy, the feeling of his fingers working you to the brink of an orgasm and his mouth as an aid made you feel drunk. Your moans became as labored as your breathing, chest rising and falling haphazardly as his tongue worked wonders on your clit. Your hips moved on their own accord against his face, chasing the high that had been painted for you by Danny. “Fuck, fuck, shit.”

“Is there anything else I can do to make you cum? I wanna do my best for you.” He spoke, fingers moving slowly before retreating from your hole. You nodded whilst licking your lips.

“Will you fuck me?” You asked through your eyelashes, looking up into Danny’s eyes. “Let me cum all over your cock?”

“Yes, anything for you.” He nodded eagerly, removing the grey Nike shorts he was wearing along with his boxers, tossing them to fall with your underwear. “Could you take off your shirt? Let me see your beautiful tits, please.”

“Mhmm.” You pulled your shirt over your shoulders, tossing it to the side. You wanted to cover yourself up, hiding away the stretch marks that riddled your tummy and your breasts. Danny could sense your nerves, the sudden impending anxiety that crept up on you like a lion stalking its prey.

“You’re so beautiful,” he spoke, hands holding your cheeks steady in place. The anxiety melted away with his wandering eyes, looking up and down your figure. His lips followed his eyes, placing themselves all over your open skin, littering your skin with bites along the way.

His lips connect with yours, his cock colliding with your hot core. His hips continually ground into you, letting his dick brush over your sensitive clit multiple times. He reached over to the bedside table, slipping on the condom while you watched him. You looked from his eyes down to his cock, trying your hardest not to marvel at his size while in view of the camera. 

“Can I fuck you now?” He asked, dick trailing through your folds, collecting your slick with the condom on. You nodded, biting at your lip. The second he slipped into your wanting hole, you let out a whine and threw your head back into the pillows. His hands grabbed at the headboard, using it as leverage to propel his hips forwards even more.

“You’re doing so good, D, such a good boy for me.” You whined, eyes fluttering closed at the constant slamming of Danny’s hips into yours. The delicious sound of his skin slapping against your own set your whole body on fire. You moved your leg from his hip, moving it to rest on his shoulder. His hand grabbed your shin, trapping your leg where it was. “Oh fuck, that feels so good. Feel so good inside me, baby. You’ve got such a nice cock, fill me up so good.”

“You feel so good wrapped around me.” He moaned through his furrowed eyebrows, knuckles turning white against the headboard. You grabbed one of his forearms, making his hand let go of the headboard. His fingertips danced around the circumference of your neck, watching the way your pupils dilated at the thought of his hand wrapped around your throat. “You want me to choke you?”

“Yes please, you wanna make me feel good, don’t you?” He nodded, putting pressure on the sides of your neck. You moaned and he followed soon after, feeling the vibrations of your voice box beneath the palm of his hand. Your hand gripped his bicep, pulling your body upwards slightly as he continued to fuck into you.

“Oh fuck, I’m gonna come.” He spoke, hips becoming sloppy in their rhythm.

“Please, please come for me, baby. Be a good boy and come for me.” You whispered through moans, feeling his hand slip from your shin to clit, swirling the bud around with his middle finger, applying more and more pressure the closer he got to his own orgasm. Your whines became high pitched, tits bouncing with the thrusts Danny was delivering. 

“Not without you.” Your heart came at that, even though you knew it was for the film. It still pulled at the heartstrings that connected to your pussy. A whole new rush of pleasure rolled throughout your body.

“So good, oh fuck, gonna come all over your cock.” You moaned, opening your eyes fully, looking at Danny and his face. You marveled at the way he licked his lips, the way his chest fell haphazardly with the impending orgasm coursing through his veins. You dug your nails into his shoulder, tugging at the skin slightly as your orgasm rocked through you, nails dragging down his arm. He groaned loudly, your scratching spurring his orgasm on him. His hips stilled and his cum spilled into the tip of the condom he was wearing, shoulders slouching as his orgasm passed.

He laid next to you, both of you out of breath after Josh yelled ‘cut’ really loud. You chuckled slightly, knowing that Josh was the only other person in the room save for you and Danny. “That was fuckin’ awesome, Y/N! Are you sure you’ve never done porn before?”

“Pretty sure.” You laughed, sitting yourself up on your elbows. Danny peeled off the bed, grabbing your clothes from the floor and handing them over to you. “Thanks, Dan.”

“‘Course. Thanks for letting me be your first.” He shot you a wink, sliding the shorts up his legs without putting his boxers back on. He disappeared out of the room and let you get situated back in your clothes.

“How was that for your first time?”

“Really fucking cool.”

✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:*

The next week was a little more tame than the porn that you filmed with Danny. You had frequently gone out for drinks with the boys while attempting to plan with them future movies that you would film with the other boys. Drunkenly so, you admitted to them that you’d be totally interested in filming something outside, in nature. Obviously, you would want nobody around so it was pretty much out of the question.

Or so you thought.

The fact that you were dressed for a hike and standing in a forest with Josh and Sam made you laugh internally. Of course, you have to keep some level of professionalism between the three of you, but there was very little you could do. “And you’re sure that nobody will see us?”

“Yeah, this is our private cabin, Y/N. Nobody’s been up here besides us.” The boys, mostly Josh, thought it would be a stellar idea to kill two birds with one stone. Aside from filming your and Sam’s movie, the boys had been waiting for the right time to return to the cabin for a little break from work. So much for the break part.

“So, essentially, the two of you just so happen to stumble upon this cute little lake to take a dip in except you’re distracted by how hard Sam’s dick is! I know I wouldn’t be. So you suck him off, and then he fucks you. Discuss amongst yourselves what’s good and what’s not while I grab the camera from the cabin quick.” Josh spoke, turning on his heel and slightly jogging back to the cabin.

You and Sam had already sort of talked about what was okay between the two of you, sharing a smoke outside on the patio. He had offered you one after accidentally stumbling upon you sitting with your knees to your chest. “You okay?”

“Yeah, I’m fine. Just needed a break from all the testosterone.” You spoke, taking the cigarette from between Sam’s fingers. He grabbed another one from his pack of cigs and took his lighter out from his pocket as well. He lit his cigarette and handed you the purple lighter. The two of you smoked in silence until he began to speak up again.

“So, we’re filming our movie tomorrow. Anything you do or don’t like?” He asked, taking a drag.

“I’m a huge whore for a praise kink.” You spoke, blowing out the smoke you were harboring in your lungs. “Should we establish some, like, safe words or something like that? Josh said I’d be sucking your dick tomorrow, so.”

“Kinda hard to talk with a cock in your mouth, love.” He chuckled, making you slap his arm slightly.

“Very funny, Samuel. I’m serious. If it gets to be too much, more for you than for me, we gotta have some sort of system.”

“Trust me, it won’t be too much for me.” You raise your eyebrows at him, watching the way his lips curl into a smirk. “But just to humor you, let’s do like, finger taps. Does that sound alright?”

“Yeah, maybe one tap to keep going, two for perfect, three for slow down?” You asked. He nodded, shrugging into another drag of his cigarette. “Anything you like that you want me to do?”

“Find out, it’s not that hard. I’m relatively easy to please.” He winked at you before putting his cigarette out on the porch, throwing the cigarette butt into the little jar he kept by the door.

Josh came back to you and Sam discussing different theories about aliens. “If there was other life out there, and there definitely is, I'm not saying there isn’t, would you let them abduct you even if people called you crazy?”

“I tell you guys to discuss your kinks and shit, and this is the conversation I walk in on?” Josh asked, eyes flickering back and forth between the two of you. You nodded, not seeing his point. He brushed it off with a swat of his hand, pretending the conversation didn’t happen. “Do you two need another moment to get ready or do you think you can stop thinking about alien abductions?”

“No, we’re good, Josh,” Sam spoke, turning his back slightly so Josh couldn’t see him roll his eyes. You hid a giggle behind your fingers and tried your best to shake it away before Josh yelled action. You stood in front of Sam, admiring the way his hair blew in the breeze. 

He was truly beautiful. If he wasn’t doing porn, you could see him getting into modeling. He had amazing bone structure and had eyes that could kill. His stare was slightly intimidating although you knew he didn’t mean to be – it was just the way he looked at everyone. You ran a hand through your hair, licking your lips slightly while you waited impatiently for Josh to start the camera. “Aaand, action.”

You played with the strings on the backpack Josh gave you to wear as a prop, looking Sam up and down. You took the backpack off from your shoulders, setting it down on the ground, playing with the hem of the white tank top you were wearing, you spoke up. “You know, I’m getting pretty hot on this hike, good thing there’s a lake right there. You want to take a dip with me?”

“Very much so, but we have a minor problem.” You turned around, looking at Sam after you had rid yourself of your tank. You had hoped that your nerves weren’t too visible. You knew you were far enough away from the cabin that neither of the other two boys would see you (not that Danny would care, he’s already seen you naked (and he liked it very much)).  “If people come to the lake, they’ll see how hard I am for you. You should take care of that for me.”

A smirk rose to your face, grabbing his hand before leading him to a small gathering of trees. You sank down onto the ground, knees colliding with some sticks. You silently cursed to yourself for picking probably the worst spot. You pulled on the waistband of his athletic shorts, tugging them down his thighs. You let them fall to his ankles, keeping your focus on the outline of his cock in his boxers. 

Your hands skimmed up his thighs, feeling the soft skin beneath your fingers. Your fingertips ghosted over his cock, making him jut his hips forwards. You smile up at him, figuring out very fast he isn’t one to like being teased. You follow the outline of his cock with your fingertips, looking up at him while you press a kiss to the tip of his dick through the fabric. You hear him hum in satisfaction, letting his head fall back slightly. “Please suck me off, princess.”

“Yes, sir.” You nodded, fingers dipping below the waistband on his underwear. Springing free from the confinements of his boxers, his cock slapped his belly once it was completely void of any material. You let out a sound that was a mix between a moan and a whimper; Sam’s dick was big. The veins that decorated his cock demanded to be licked. 

He let out an appreciative sigh as your tongue danced along the underside of his cock, licking all the way up until you took as much of him into your mouth as you could. Hearing the moans that slipped past his lips while his fingers dug into your hair was a reward all on its own. With whatever couldn’t fit into your mouth, you took into your hand. 

Your head bobbed up and down on his cock, letting him take the reins every once in a while. Two taps to his thigh, letting him know the amount he intervened was perfect. Your fingers dug into the skin of his tummy, dragging down slightly. He let out a low groan that bubbled in his chest. “Fuck,” he softly cursed. “You’re so good at this.”

You tapped your finger against his thigh once, hoping he would get the hint to continue with his praises. Both of his hands threaded into your hair, making a ponytail for you. He brushed the hair away from your face, making sure none of the hairs would end up in your mouth somehow. “Your mouth feels so good, princess. You take my dick so well, princess. You’re my dirty little girl, aren’t you? Sucking me off in public, where anyone could see what we’re doing.”

Heat pooled between your thighs, high on the way Sam was talking to you. “I wanna hear you say it.”

“I’m your dirty little girl, sir.” You spoke, jerking his cock as soon as you removed your mouth from him. You returned back to his cock, wanting to let him fuck your mouth the way he wanted to. You tapped his thigh once again, looking up at him through your eyelashes. He licked his lips, head nodding slightly towards yours, asking for permission. You tapped his thigh, letting him take over.

With a fist full of your hair, he let his cock tickle the back of your throat. You fought to see Sam’s face through tears, just wanting to see how beautiful he looked so close to the edge. From what you could tell, he looked absolutely fucking ravishing. With his eyebrows drawn together, mouth agape and curses falling from his lips, he looked like a God. “Doin’ so fuckin’ well. So good for me. Fuck, ugh oh shit. I’m gonna fuckin’ come. Gonna come in your pretty little mouth. Gonna take all the come I give you? Take it all like a good girl?”

His cum paints the back of your throat and goes down as easily as it goes in. He brings you back up to your feet, pinning you against the closest tree. Although the bark stings against your back, the pain is muffled by Sam’s tongue in your mouth. You knew he could taste himself on your tongue, moaning into the kiss. He broke away, out of breath, “Fuck, you’re wearing too many clothes.”

He hurried to get you out of the shorts you were wearing, tugging them down your legs along with the underwear you had worn. They wrapped around one of your ankles, hanging off of them as Sam made you wrap your legs around his hips. His lips felt like silk against your own. His tongue slipped into your mouth the second you gasped, one of his hands coming up to knead your breast.

His tongue moved to your neck, licking up and down the column of your throat as he pulled your hair back. Your hands fisted into his shirt, attempting to pull it over his head. You separated your lips, shoving it over his shoulders before he could interject. His fingers played with your nipples, your fingers laced in his hair. “Need you.”

“What do you need, princess? You gotta use your words and tell me.” He spoke into your ear, loud enough for the camera to hear. You whined slightly, not wanting to voice your wants out loud. Your hips moved against his making him let out a moan that only you could hear. “Nuh uh, princess, you have to use your words or you don’t get anything. I’ll leave you high and dry, you’ll have to fuck yourself on your fingers in order to get a release.”

“Want your fingers, fuck, so bad. Want them to fill me up.” You whined, hips colliding with Sam’s once again. He chuckled lowly, fingers moving down your sternum, tickling the skin of your tummy slightly before he made his way to your dripping core.

“See, was that so hard?” He asked, pressing kisses to your jaw. His fingers swirled around your clit, creating a delicious pace with his fingers that sent you in a trance. His hand was firm against the back of your neck, keeping you to look at him. Your eyes never left his, adoring the way his pupils dilated while looking at you. “If you’re good for me, and you come all over my fingers, I’ll fuck your pretty pussy, okay?”

You nodded, unable to form sentences with the way his fingers unraveled you. He stopped in his pace, two fingers stilling inside of you. “Okay?”

“Y-Yes, sir. Keep going, please.” You spoke in a loud whisper, moving your hips against his hand. He chuckled at you, watching the way you fucked yourself on his hand. “Sir, please. Need to come, I’m almost there. Please, sir, please.”

“You sound so desperate, so good when you beg for it.” He moved his fingers once more, picking up the pace almost instantly instead of easing you back into it. The string of curses you let out was like a prayer, praying to someone – anyone listening – to let you come all over his fingers. 

Your orgasm came in and settled beneath your skin like lightning. It bounced through your veins and made your head rush. “You want me to fuck you now, princess? Would you like that?”

“Mhm, please, sir. Fuck me so hard I can’t walk, please.” You guided his cock between your folds, collecting some of your slick to use as a makeshift lube. The second he began to slip inside of you with the help of your hand, you gasped. His cock stretched your walls, giving it a few seconds to take a breather with every inch he slips in. “Fuck, you’re so big.”

“Big and hard, all for fucking my pretty girl so good.” He spoke, rocking his hips against yours slowly. He hummed with every stroke of his cock, mouth twitching as he felt you clench around him. Your jaw becomes sore from hanging open so long, agape as Sam’s cock continually brushes over that spot that drove you so wild.

Your fingernails rake against his shoulders, leaving red and angry marks in their wake. They complimented his tanned skin; the tan he had gotten from the day you had spent kayaking around the lake a few times, determined to beat Sam as many times as it took for him to realize you were always going to win. “Fuck, fuck, fuck, right there, sir. Ri–ight the–ere.”

“You take my cock so well, princess. You’re so good for me.” His hands grabbed at your breasts again, rolling your nipples between his fingers, lips and teeth occupying the conjunction of your jaw and neck. “Gonna take all of my come again? Where do you want me to come, darlin’?”

“I-Inside m-me, sir. Please.” You begged, eyes looking into his. You could see the hesitation behind his irises, painting them a lighter brown than they had been for the past however long you were wedged between him and the tree. You gave him two taps to his shoulder, letting him know it was fine. He gave you a fucked out smile, slamming his hips into you harder than before.

The strength of his thrusts made your back dig deeper into the bark, the scratch of it against your skin hurt so good. The word ‘fuck’ fell from your lips religiously again. A few more thrusts from Sam and you were a moaning mess as your hips moved on their own accord, succumbing to the second orgasm Sam gave you. Your pussy spasming around him throws him into his orgasm, grunts falling onto your chest while his forehead rests against your own. “Guess you’ll just have to walk around until we get back to the car with my come dripping down your leg.”

“Guess so.”

“Cut,” Josh spoke, turning off the camera and handing you your clothes. “That was fucking hot, you two, good job. Y/N, you’re going to get in my Jeep and we are going to get you Plan B. I don’t mind him coming in you, but I’m too young to be an uncle, much less to one of my favorite coworkers.”

“Can I at least pee before we go?” You asked, chuckling as you pulled your shorts up your legs.

“I guess that’s okay,” he spoke, jokingly rolling his eyes. Sam gathered his shorts and underwear back over his hips and walked with you back to the cabin. He noticed the slight limp in the way you walked, smirking at you before he decided on speaking up.

“Fuck you so hard you can’t walk?”

“More so the tree than you, but whatever helps you sleep at night, Sammy.” You winked at him, disappearing into the hallway to go into the bathroom down the hall. He grabbed a beer from the fridge and sat down on the couch, feet resting on the coffee table.

“Get your gross ass dirty feet off the coffee table, Samuel. People put their drinks there.”

✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:*

“Wait, so if you’re filming with me, who’s filming us?” You asked, lurking through the racks of clothes in front of you. You landed on a see through black top, loving the way black colors looked on your skin. You walked over by him, going to ask his opinion on the shirt. “Also, how’s this?”

“It’s very cute, naughty. One of my assistants is going to be filming it. She’s been working with us for almost as long as we’ve been up and running. Her name’s Mel, she’s got a great eye for film.” He spoke, handing you a skirt he had found as soon as he walked down here. The skirt he handed to you was black and red plaid with a thin white line. “Wear this with it, it’ll make you look sexy as fuck.”

“Thank you, Josh.” You smiled at him, wandering over to the pairs of shoes you had brought over from your apartment. You picked out a pair of black boots, and pulled out a pair of socks from the little bin they were inside of. “Thigh highs or knee highs?”

“Is that a serious question? Thigh highs, no doubt.” He spoke, pulling out a black tie. He held it up to his chin in the mirror, seeing if the combination he made would look good on him. You watched as he eyed himself up in the mirror, he licked his lips, switching between two suits.

“Pick the black tie and the white shirt. Simple, but sexy.” You spoke, coming up behind him. You put a belt in front of him, a simple but sleek black Gucci belt. He looked down at your hands before looking back up at you through the mirror. “I could devour you right now.”

“Could you now?” He asked, turning his face towards you. Mel walked in, headphones in while she looked at the two of you, she pulled one out. “Time to film?”

“Yep, room’s all ready and everything.” She put it back in and turned around, knowing that you and Josh would be following her.

“Where are we filming?” You asked, following behind Josh, close on his heels. He smirked a little, stopping where you guys were in the hallway before his office. Your mind rushed with all the places this could go. “We’re filming in your office?”

“Yeah, is there gonna be a problem with that?” He asked, letting you go into the room before him. You shook your head no, core already beginning to throb with want. You cleared your throat, letting Mel explain to you the direction the film was going to go. It was to be expected – the naughty schoolgirl who wants to make up an assignment; her professor will let her on one condition, he gets to have some fun with her beforehand.

The idea alone had your mind reeling simply with Josh in the narrative. You had never gotten so wet before filming before. You two quickly changed into your outfits, putting the finishing touches with some jewelry; rings adorned Josh’s hands as a few necklaces wrapped around your neck. He looked fucking delicious. You had never seen Josh in formal attire, nor did you think you ever would.

As soon as Mel called ‘action’, you put your game face on and pretended like there was nobody else in the room aside from you and Josh. You walked up to his desk, sitting on the edge of it. “Please, Professor J, I tried my hardest on the assignment. Can I please make it up?”

“I know another way you can make it up.” He spoke, standing up from his office chair. You licked your lips, watching him as he came to stand between your legs.

“I’ll do anything.” You begged, your eyes looking up into his eyes with as much innocence as you could fathom in your state. He brought his hand up to your cheek, caressing the skin before using his thumb to drag your lip down slightly.

“Anything?” He asked, making you nod your head in response. He asked, his other hand skimming up your thigh, playing with the hem of your skirt. “Will you be a good girl for me?”

“I’ll be your good girl. I promise.” His lips connected with yours the second any noise had stopped coming from your mouth. Your hands found their way to his chest, pulling him closer to you, as much as you could, by the tie he was wearing. His tongue dipped into your mouth, tasting the minty toothpaste you had used after lunch.

You hummed into his mouth, moving your legs to wrap around his waist. His hand slipped from your cheek, his digits wrapping around your throat. He squeezed slightly, the other hand of his that was still on your thigh squeezed the skin slightly as well. The applied pressure to your throat gave you a headrush, making a moan slip past the walls of your lips. He removed his lips from yours, looking down at you while he squeezed your throat. “Hmm. Will you be a good girl for me and let me eat your pussy? I’ve been wanting to taste you for a while now.”

“Please.” It came out as a desperate whisper. You watched as Josh sank to his knees, spreading your legs apart. He marveled at the sight before him, mouth beginning to water.

“No panties?” He asked, fingers beginning to dip near your aching core. “That’s very naughty, Pandora. What happens to bad girls?”

“T-They get punished?” You asked, looking down at him. He nodded, sympathetic look painting his face. He stood up from the floor, grabbing your hand. He helped you off of the desk, bringing you around to where his chair was. Your immediate thought was that he was going to fuck the daylights out of your mouth, but his mind was going elsewhere.

“Bend over.” He spoke, hand running down your back as he urged you to bend over the desk. You did as he asked, putting your hands on the desk to brace yourself for what was to come. You could hear the sound of fabric moving against fabric. You turned your head slightly, seeing that Josh had removed his tie. “Hands behind your back, naughty girl.”

You put your hands behind your back, feeling the fabric of his tie begin to wrap around your wrists. You bite at the skin of your lip, feeling your heart rate increase. His hands run up the back of your thighs, flipping your skirt up to expose your ass. He played with the skin, moving it underneath his hands and watching your ass bounce. The stark contrast of the gentle nature of his touch and the sudden slap to your ass made you jump forward, concealing a moan while your lip’s trapped between your teeth. “Count for me, sweetheart.”

“O-One.” He delivered another one, just a hair after you finished slipping the word out of your mouth. “T-Two.”

You could easily conceal your moans through the hisses of pain you let out. All of his harsh slaps felt so good against your skin. After three more spanks were given to your ass, the skin was red and inflamed. You were sure to feel it after. He kissed the skin with gentle lips.

His hands helped you stand up straight, turning you around before leaning you against the desk slightly. His lips met your own, moving languidly with your own as you struggled against his tie. A steady hand reached around and unwrapped your hands, which instantly were roaming over the white button down Josh had worn. “Ah, ah, ah.”

You looked into his eyes, noticing his intention wasn’t for you to touch him. You put out your wrists for him once more, allowing him to tie them together once again. He helped you lie down on his desk, pinning your hands above your head while he kissed your neck, leaving a new light purple bruise on your collarbone. “No touching, sweetheart.”

“Y-Yes, sir.” He hummed against your skin, fingers dancing along the hem of your shirt. He pulled it over your shoulders enough where your head would be visible, so you could watch Josh as he absolutely devoured you. His lips moved against your chest, taking each of your nipples into his mouth and sucking on them slightly before he let each of them go with a pop.

His tongue worked diligently against your clit, finger toying with your hole. Your back arched into his mouth. Since you couldn’t use your hands, you tried your hardest to work yourself against his mouth, chasing after the feeling that it was giving you deep in your tummy. He stilled your movement with his hand spread wide between your hips, pinning you down as best he could. You didn’t move your hips as much, finding a secret pleasure in the way he slowly drew out your first orgasm.

You wanted to keep yourself quiet, trying your hardest to make all of your moans dissipate in your stomach before they reached your larynx. But it didn’t work. The sounds were watered down in comparison to what you figured was going to come next. If Josh could make you moan like this with just his tongue and his fingers, imagine what his fucking cock could do. “So good, sir.”

He withdrew his fingers right as you brushed against the line of your orgasm. You whined, attempting to push your thighs together to get some sort of relief with no avail. His body between your legs blocked you from doing so, hands pinning down your thighs. He watched you wriggle underneath him. You looked into his eyes, noticing a gleam you had never seen before.

You moaned inexplicably loud as you watched him let a line of spit fall from his lips directly onto your pussy. He licked up his spit as it began to drip from your cunt onto the desk, immediately sending his tongue plunging deep within you. His tongue worked expertly while he brought you on the brink of orgasm once again, drinking in the way your body reacted to his tongue and his fingers. However, the hopefully impending euphoria was blocked by the removal of the stimulation yet again. “Don’t worry, pretty girl, you’ll get what you want.”

You watched as he undid his belt, letting it fall to the floor. You watched as he tugged the trousers down his legs, letting them stay stationary around the middle of his calves. He pumped himself a few times letting the tip of his cock navigate through your slick folds, eyes watching you as you whimpered and moved against him. “Please, J, please. Please fuck me.”

“I love the way you beg,” he spoke, letting himself become enveloped by your warmth. As he bottomed out, he released a shaky breath from his throat. You were so tight around him, feeling your walls spasm slightly with pleasure. “Holy fuck, you feel perfect. You’re takin’ me so well, angel.”

You moaned, his hands pinning your tied ones above your head. He got high off the way you whined around his cock. You begged him to go harder, that you wanted more. And Josh gave you just that, but not before he untied your wrists, tossing his button up and the tie to the side. Your shoulders felt numb, having tried your hardest to be the best girl for him. “You did so well, princess, keeping your hands where they were. ‘M gonna reward you for being so good for me, okay?”

“Yes, sir.”

“‘M gonna fuck you real hard, fill you so full of my cock.” He spoke, rutting his hips against your own. As soon as you could better feel your hands and your shoulders, you wrapped them around his neck, hissing in pain at the way your ass felt on the wood. The tender skin screamed at you for putting it through even more, while Josh was fucking you.

Your nails dug into his back, dragging down his skin. You silently hoped to yourself that you wouldn’t draw blood, but you couldn’t be sure. The way Josh was moaning could have been from the pain of your nails digging into his shoulder, but  it easily could’ve been a pleasurable moan, laced with euphoria.

One of his hands came to wrap around your throat, applying pressure to the sides. You looked up into his eyes, his forehead resting against yours. “You feel so fucking good. You like when I fuck you this hard?”

“What? Am I fucking you so good you’re stupid from my cock?” He spoke, removing his hand from your throat to try and let you speak, but no words came out either way. “Got you cock dumb, angel?”

All you can do is nod, fingernails digging into the back of his neck, bringing him closer to you so his lips can muffle the sound of your moans. It doesn’t do a whole lot, breaking away from his lips to intake a large gasp as Josh’s cock brushed against your cervix, staying within you to collect himself fully.

His hand reached down to play with your clit, using his slow strokes to bring you over the edge. Since being denied your first two potential orgasms, this one felt more intense than ever. It built like none of the other orgasms he had started for you. 

The feeling of it ripping through your body was primal, an animalistic groan that came from Josh’s throat would forever stain the walls of his office. Your throat was raw from the way Josh was relentlessly pounding into you, driving himself to orgasm, high off the way your pussy clenched around him. He lets out curses like a mantra, “Holy fuck, oh shit, fuuuuck.”

He definitely didn’t mean to finish in you. He planned on letting his come paint your stomach, or watch it coat the back of your throat. However, he couldn’t help himself. The way you felt around him was orgasmic all on its own, he was surprised he even lasted as long as he did. Mel cut the cameras and let the two of you calm down after you finished the last little bit of the dialogue the film needed.

You helped Josh redo the button on his shirt, after he picked it up from the floor. The two of you didn’t speak. His fingers brushed hair out of your face, noticing a crease of worry between your eyebrows. “You’ve got something going on in there, don’t you?”

“No, why would you think that?” You asked, leaning back on your hands while you stayed on the top of the desk.

“You get this little line between your eyebrows when you’re worried,” he spoke, watching your face soften slightly. “I notice it when you’re doing your assignments for classes at the last minute like you always do.”

“You caught me.” You sighed.

“You can tell me anything, Y/N. Just because we’re coworkers, and I’m also kind of your boss, doesn’t mean that you can’t tell me anything.”

“I just… I don’t… I like this, right? I love this job, I love working with all of you and hanging out with you all. I just get in my own head sometimes, especially around this time of year. I just… I know all of you appreciate me and you guys think I’m doing good, but my mind keeps making me think that you guys hate me.”

“Mama, we could never hate you. You’re more than your job, we’re more than your job,” he grabbed his face in your hands. “I’ve got enough movies stockpiled for a good two weeks, what do you say all of us take a little vacation together? Would that make you feel better? It won’t be far, in case you have tests and stuff, but it’ll still be a vacation.”

“I’d love that.”

“Good.” He smiled, pressing a kiss to your forehead. He helped you to your feet, chuckling slightly as you found it a little difficult to walk out of his office. “I didn’t go too hard with the slapping, did I?”

“No, Josh, it was very hot. I liked it a lot.”

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The sun felt amazing on your skin, soaking it in. Josh had gotten another cabin, this time it wasn’t for work purposes. The cabin was huge, almost like a hotel. It had a sauna which you frequented. It felt amazing to your muscles, melting away all of the stress you were feeling the past couple weeks. All of the anxiety that you had built up within the atoms fell away with the beads of sweat.

Jake joined you more often than not. He’d sit on the other side of the room, letting the two of you sit in silence. He kept his shorts on, not knowing how comfortable she would be. Jake was more than comfortable being naked. He didn’t mind, everyone had a body. Loads of people watched Jake’s videos, mostly because of his tattoos.

You caught yourself staring at his chest, hoping that he wouldn’t open his eyes and notice. Although, a small part of you hoped he would.

“You zonin’ out or checkin’ me out?” He asked, putting his hands behind his head, interlocking them. You chuckled slightly, tilting your head.

“And if I was checking you out?”

“I’d let you.” He spoke, closing his eyes once again. “You having a good time here?”

“Mhmm. It’s nice here – I like it.” You spoke, moving to sit next to Jake. Your knee brushed against his as you sat with your legs criss crossed.

“When we get back, you know, we’ve got our scene to film.” He spoke, turning his head to look at you. He could read that something was off with you the second he mentioned it. “What? Am I not pretty enough for you?”

“No, you ass.” You lightly punched his shoulder, the two of you laughing lightly.

“I know, you wouldn’t be checking me out if I wasn’t up to your standards, so tell me what’s really on your mind.” He sat up, elbows on his knees while he listened to you.

“I’m just nervous.” He took his hands off of his elbows and turned his body towards you. He looked confused, hoping that you would elaborate. “I… I know it sounds dumb, but I don’t know. I’ve been getting less and less nervous the more I do this, but I still have issues being naked in front of the camera sometimes. At least, at first. Once we kind of get into it, I forget about it.”

“Is it a confidence thing? Like, you don’t think you’re pretty or it’s just the idea of people outside of us seeing you naked?”

“Mostly the second thing, but the first thing is sort of an issue.” You rubbed the backs of your arms with your hands, avoiding eye contact with him. He pulled your face to him, hands touching your chin so delicately as if you might break.

“Y/N, you are fucking gorgeous. I mean that. I’m not just saying that because I want you to do the scene with me next week. I couldn’t care less if we do it next week or in two years,” his hand was firm around your chin now, making sure that you knew he meant every single word he was saying. “I’ve been itching to film with you since before you even signed those papers. Is there anything I can do for you, to make you more comfortable next week or any time we film after that?”

You ruminated the different ideas flowing through your mind, but there was nothing in it aside from kissing him right now, at this moment. You put your hand on his jaw, bringing his face closer to yours. Your thumb brushed over his bottom lip, licking her own. “Will you kiss me, Jake? Please?”

His lips turned upward slightly before connecting with your own. Your hand falls from his jaw, landing on his thigh. His tongue coaxes your mouth open. His head trails backwards, you chase after his lips while still kissing him. You end up on his lap, hands on his shoulders as you support yourself. You melt into his touch, the way his hands felt on your hips. “You drive me insane, Y/N.”

You rested your forehead against his, a smile on your face. “How do I drive you insane, Jakey?”

He pressed a kiss to your shoulder, picking you up as he stood. He walked you both out of the sauna, allowing your feet to touch the cool floor. He wrapped a towel around your shoulders. “You’re just… You’re so beautiful. And I’m not even talking about your body, I’m talking about your mind. The way you think about things and put two things together is just brilliant.”

“Thank you, Jake,” you blushed, wrapping an arm around his back, pulling him closer to you. The two of you walked upstairs, hip to hip (as best as you could get). You joined the other boys at the dinner table, settling down for a game of poker. You sat between him and Danny, every single one of the boys shooting you a smile.

The night went on comfortably, tucked underneath Jake’s arm. The boys shared stories from when they had first started their little company. Josh had told you how nervous he had been, the first movie being one that Josh had directed. He had done so many short films when he was younger, he didn’t mind shooting porn. It wasn’t his first choice, but it was a segue.

You talked to them about previous sexual experiences. The laughter filled the air as you relived embarrassing one night stands that ended in disaster. You even mentioned weird stories about ex boyfriends and failed talking stages with them. They, in turn, shared some of their experiences with you. You never expected to hear some of the stories that fell from their lips, especially about different people they’ve worked with over the years.

You fell asleep comfortably in Jake’s bed, lying next to him with his hand on your thigh.

The rest of the week flew by inexplicably fast, making you groan the second you stepped foot back in the city. You dealt with your mountain of homework that waited for you at your apartment, constantly distracted by texts from Jake. You ignored them as best you could, but Jake always got your attention every single time.

✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:*

You showed up to the house early.

The feeling of excitement was felt deep in your bones. You were filming your scene with Jake today and you couldn’t contain the way it made you feel. Before you even walked into the house you were soaked through your panties. The premise of this one made your blood bubble, made you feel lightheaded.

You two had to be quiet, since your “parents” were downstairs and the bad boy from next door had snuck into your window.

Everything about it made you continuously wet. Your fingers mindlessly filed through the various clothing items, brain focusing on other things than what you were going to wear. You had been so deeply consumed in the thought of Jake taking you that you barely noticed when Josh had showed up into the basement. “You want me to pick out your outfit for you?”

“Jesus fuck, you scared me.” You spoke, putting a hand over your heart. The two of you shared a giggle before he apologized. “You’re okay. Will you actually? I’m overthinking this.”

“There’s no need to be, it’s gonna come off anyways.” He had a point, but your mind was too clouded with the thought of being fucked by Jake to give a damn He pulled out a random crop top from the rack, holding it out to you for your opinion. You took it into your hands, examining every inch of it. You held it up against your figure in the mirror, wondering if it would look good on you. “Try these too.”

You undressed in the clothing room, throwing on the crop top and the pair of shorts Josh had tossed towards you. You run your hands over your body, eyes focusing on your lower half. “I like those shorts. I’m not sure how I feel about the shirt with it, though.”

“I like it. Gives a bit of innocence, kinda. Not entirely, but.” You shrugged, walking back towards Josh. You grabbed a pair of socks from the bin, throwing them on your feet since the basement floor was becoming a bit too unbearably cold. “Are you filming this one or is Mel?”

“You like Mel more than me or something?” He joked, walking back upstairs with you.

“No way,” you spoke, giving the silence between you two a second. “Well…”

“You little –” You laughed, running ahead of him slightly to not face the repercussions of your actions. You ran into Danny, apologizing slightly before blushing in Josh’s direction.

“I’ll be filming this one, Mel’s out sick this week.” He spoke, ushering you into the Blue Room. You jumped onto the bed, Josh following after you. “You gonna be alright doing this one? Jake said you expressed some concerns, and I know you voiced some with me too. We don’t have to film this today if you don’t want to, Y/N.”

“No, I’m all good. I’m ready. Jake and I had a long talk the other week about our scene. We went over boundaries and everything. I’m good.” You nodded, sitting on the edge of your bed.

“Good. We love you, you know. We only want the best for you.” He kissed your forehead before excusing himself to grab his camera from the office.

You loved Josh. And you loved the way they all treated you. Despite the fact that you were just a coworker to them, they made you feel like part of their little family. Jake stood at the door frame, eyes scanning you up and down. “Well, well, well, don’t you look good today.”

“You do too, if I do say so myself.” You smiled, putting your hands on Jake’s thighs as he stood in front of you. “Ready for today?”

“Yes, ma’am. Are you?”

“I’m very excited.”

“Remember, if anything gets to be too much, you tell me ‘red’. I don’t want you to do anything you don’t want to.”

“I’m good, Jake. I’ll be fine.” You got off the bed, wrapping your arms around his neck. “I promise to use our safe words, okay?”

Josh had Jake leave the room, having him wait outside on the balcony that connected to the Blue Room. As soon as Josh began to record, you walked into the room, pretending to call out to your parents that you were going to sleep. Jake came in from the balcony, finding you in your pajamas. “W-What are you doing here?” You asked, backing up into the bed before letting yourself fall on top of it. “If my parents find out you're here, they’ll kill me.”

“Then I guess you better be real quiet then, huh? I wouldn’t want your parents to find me fucking the daylights out of their precious little girl.” He spoke, connecting his lips with your own. He crawled on top of you, letting his hips grind into yours. Your legs came to wrap around Jake’s waist. The feeling of his jeans on your core felt electric.

His lips traveled down your jaw, to your neck, fingertips dancing underneath the hem of your shirt. You were about to let out a moan, but held it back by keeping your bottom lip between your teeth. He threw it over your head, tossing it somewhere behind him. His lips trail between your breasts, hand coming up your back to undo the clasp of your bra. His fingertips are soft, gentle, as they pull the straps down your arms, helping you slip out of your bra. “You’re fuckin’ perfect.”

“I’m all yours,” you spoke, eyes looking up into Jake’s, giving into the submissiveness of your character. He mumbled against your skin, something along the lines of  ‘yes you are’ and continued with his slew of kisses. His tongue swirled around your areola. You reached for the back of his head, hands threading through his hair in hopes to bring his mouth onto your nipple entirely.

Your grip on his hair tightened as his teeth grazed against your skin, gently nibbling on your nipple. You let out a low moan. Jake removed his mouth from your chest, looking down at you. “What did I say about needing to be quiet, doll?”

“I need to be really quiet.” You lifted a finger to your mouth, biting down on the nail. He pulled your finger from your mouth, trailing your hand down your own body. He made you cup your own cunt.

“Be a good girl, and play with yourself for me.” He whispers into your neck, pressing a quick kiss there. You nod moving your fingers from outside of your shorts, to the inside of them, not bothering to get to the foreplay of stripping for Jake. You had no patience for it. Your fingers play with your clit, feeling how wet Jake has gotten you. Not to mention, the whole day you had been anticipating this. You moan as softly as you can, whispering to him about how wet you were. “You’re all worked up for me? Oh sweetheart, that’s so cute. Why don’t you show me?”

You removed your hand from your shorts, letting your slick covered fingers glisten in the light streaming in from the window. You brought them up to his lips, waiting for him to open his mouth. He moans around your fingers, licking up everything that coated your fingers. “Can I taste you myself?”

“Yes, please.” Your voices are barely above a whisper, staying quiet for the film. He helps you remove your shorts, sliding them down your legs. He placed kisses all over your tummy, his lips wandering to each of your hips, taking it upon himself to bite your skin, listening to the way you hissed. His fingertips slide under the waistband, helping you shimmy out of them.

The second your underwear hits the floor, his tongue is on you. But not where you want it to be. His tongue starts on the inside of your thighs, soothing every spot he bites with a flick of his tongue. “Please touch me, please.”

“Patience, sweetheart. Good things come to good girls who wait.” He went back to biting at the insides of your thighs, teasing you while his fingers danced over your hot cunt. You squirm underneath his touch, wanting nothing more than relief. You go to beg, but know that it falls on deaf ears. Jake didn’t want to hear you beg, he wanted to see you want it more than anything.

Your hips rock against nothing, chasing after Jake’s face. You want to whine, but they’re all silent. He looks up at you from your cunt, noticing in your face just how badly you wanted him. He chuckles mostly to himself, knowing you weren’t going to be prepared for what was coming next. His tongue finally collides with your aching cunt, along with his fingers. You have to throw your hand over your mouth to stop the sounds from reaching their maximum volume.

It felt like you were on a different plane of existence, with Jake’s mouth and fingers occupying your pussy. His hands were steady on your skin, nails dragging slightly down your skin. He watched the way your hips rocked against the work of his fingers, he smirked at the way your hand was over your mouth, the other one gripping the sheets.

He can tell you’re about to come, watching the way your stomach was rising and falling, whines slipping past the cracks between your fingers. Your hand doesn’t know what to do, grasping and pulling at the sheets. His tongue is relentless against your clit, two fingers slipping in and out of you with ease.

Your hips rock to ride yourself through your orgasm, deep breaths leaving your lips as you remove your hand from over your mouth. But Jake wasn’t stopping.

His pace continued, watching you intently with brown eyes. Your eyes found him, your jaw going slack. You stared at him, watching the way he ate you like you were his last meal on planet earth. That familiar building feeling began to grow again. Nothing came from your mouth, your silence a testament to how wonderful you were feeling underneath Jake.

He whispers into the skin of your thigh after your orgasm passes,  “Good girl.”

He crawls up your body, kissing his way back up to your lips. He grinds himself into you, making a wrecked sob fall from your lips as his jeans grind against your hot, sensitive core. Your hands move to undo the belt he was wearing, hustling to undo his button and his fly. Your hand easily slides into his jeans, hand finding his cock.

His hand grips your wrist, pulling your hand from his jeans. Your eyes flicker up to his, wondering why he wasn’t letting you pleasure him the way he just pleasured you. “I’m not done with you yet.”

Your eyes widen slightly as you see Jake walk over to the dresser in the corner of the room. He pulls out a vibrator, walking over towards you as he flicks it on. He stands next to the bed, dragging the vibrator over your skin, power off. His eyes looked into yours. You whispered to him, “Green.”

A small smile plays on his lips, settling back between your legs like he was before. His lips are back on yours. You’ve forgotten about the vibrator that was in his hand until he finally places it against your skin, turning it on the lowest setting. You hum into his lips, hips moving away from the toy. You were still very sensitive from the two back to back orgasms that Jake had just given you.

Your arms wrap around his shoulders, lips parting from his to let out a low curse. Your forehead rests against his, eyes closed as the vibrator works against  your clit. He slides it up and down your pussy, feeling it slip towards your hole. Your hands grasp at his t-shirt, pulling it up his back, exposing the skin. He hums in praise as you begin to rake your nails down his back, clawing at the familiar build up once more.

“J-J- I, fuck, I’m–” He shushed you, kissing the tip of your nose.

“I know, but you’re being such a good girl for me. I know you’ve got another one in there. C’mon, won’t you let it all go for me? Be a good girl and come again for me,” your nails dig into his back even harder. “You’re so pretty when you come, I could watch you come all day.”

“Holy fuck, J.” You whine, tossing your head backwards. Your hands move to grab the vibrator, pulling it away from your overly sensitive cunt, closing your legs. You try not to move your legs together too much, the friction created from pressing your thighs together was a bit too much for you.

“You think you have one more in you yet?” He asked, pressing gentle kisses against your temple.

“I don’t know, ‘m so sensitive.”

“I just want you to make a mess all over my dick, that’s all I wanna do, sweetheart. You’re so pretty when you come, I wanna know how pretty you are when you come all over my dick, sweet girl.” He lifts your chin to look at him, you can see him checking in with you silently.

“Please, I wanna come on your cock.” You speak, slowly opening your legs.

“You’re a good girl, aren’t you?”

“Mhmm. I am, sir.”

“You want to pick the position?” He asked.

“Will you fuck me from behind, please?” You turned onto your tummy, getting on all fours. He smiled, grabbing a hand full of your ass. He nods, pressing a kiss between your shoulder blades. He climbs off the bed to fully take off his pants, leaving them at the foot of the bed, as well as his shirt. You look back over your shoulder at him, drooling at the way his tattoos looked on his skin.

He drags his cock up your slit, collecting some of your come to cover his cock. Your mouth falls open as he begins to slip into you. He bottoms out, keeping himself deep inside of you for a moment to let you adjust to his size. The pace he sets once you’re comfortable is slow at first, you can feel every inch of himself that he gives you.

The moment he picks up the pace, all your ears can hear is the sound of his skin slapping against your own and the little utterances of praise he gives to you. “So fucking good. Such a good girl, taking all of me so fuckin’ well. So pretty like this.”

“Fuck,” you speak. “S-so good.”

He pulls out of you and turns you around, bringing you onto your back. He pins your knees to your chest by pushing down on the back of your thighs. As soon as his cock is completely sheathed within you again, his pace goes back to the way it was. He growls, feeling your cunt clench around him. You bite at the skin of your hand, not wanting to let anyone outside your room hear your moans.

His hand slides between your bodies, keeping you pinned by grabbing your ankles with one of his hands. The pace he sets with his fingers is dangerous, coaxing you towards the most intense orgasm you’ve had so far tonight. You spasm around his cock, screaming into the skin of your hand. He tries his hardest to hold on, waiting to come until he can watch you swallow it all.

His teeth are clenched so hard he thought he was going to break them. The second he watches your hips still from calming down, he pulls out of you, hand wrapping around his cock. You sat up as best you could, legs feeling like jelly. “Can I taste you now?”

“Fuck, yes, pretty girl you can taste me all you like. You’ve been so good for me,” he whimpers as your mouth wraps around the tip of his cock, letting his hand do the work. There was no way you were going to be able to match the pace he had set with his hand. He groans, throwing his head back as his come hits the back of your throat.

You don’t pull away from him until he finally lets go of the breath he was holding. He sinks down, sitting on his feet. He brings you in for a kiss by the back of your neck, slipping his tongue into your mouth, tasting himself.

Josh stopped the camera, tossing the two of you robes. “You did so fucking good, Y/N, holy shit.”

“Thank you,” you blush, tying the robe. Jake helped you off of the bed, noticing your wobbly knees. He picked you up, bridal style. “You don’t need to carry me, Jake, I’ll be fine.”

“You walk like Bambi.” He jokes, bringing you into the bathroom. He begins to draw a bath, pouring in some Dr. Teal’s foaming bath solution. “It’s supposed to be very relaxing. Dr. Teal’s does wonders on sore muscles, which I imagine you might have from being pinned like that.”

“It felt good though. The soreness is nothing to me.” You looked up at him. You tried to stand up to remove your robe, but your legs almost gave out. He chuckled at you slightly, coming to grip your hips. He helped you out of the robe and helped you settle into the bathtub.

“I’m gonna grab you some wine, okay? Red or white?”

“Red please.” You hum from content, lying back as Jake leaves the room. You are soon, though, interrupted by Josh. “Hi, Josh.”

“I don’t mean to interrupt you, I just have these ideas to run by you. I made a list so you can look them over,” he handed over to you a notepad, a bunch of ideas scribbled onto the paper. “Give them some thoughts.”

“I will, thank you.” You smile at him, returning your attention back towards the paper in your hands. Some of the ideas involved trying out temperature kinks, messing with hot wax and ice cubes. Some involved being tied up. However, your eyes drifted and stayed on a few ideas in particular.

In Josh’s messy handwriting you decipher, “Threesome with Josh and Danny – ropes?? Silk ties???”

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