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ggghostface · 6 months
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The blanket had been pulled up to your chin as you'd started playing with yourself, and was heaped on the floor by the time you were done. As you drift off, sated, invisible hands pull the blanket back up to cover you. Only fair, since they were responsible for removing it in the first place.
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theggning · 2 years
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23 and 28 for the writing ask :3
23. Dialogue or description? Why is the other one so hard?
Dialogue. Dialogue dialogue dialogue dialogue oh my god dialogue. For some reason it's always come MUCH easier to me and I have much more fun writing and fine-tuning it.
I feel like for me at least, description is hard because it's so easy to fall into the trap of purple prose with it. You of course want SOME description so your characters aren't blank-faced golems standing in a white void, but it can be very easy to get carried away and start over-describing every little thing. In heavily descriptive prose, my brain often gets tired of keeping track of details and I find myself skimming over it. Especially when description isn't often moving the plot forward in any way, it's the first thing I stop paying attention to when something I'm reading is dragging.
I remain ever envious of people who are really, really good at description though. I have friends whose descriptive writing is so good it makes me sigh with delight. And I especially admire people who can manage to make their descriptions lyrical/beautiful and also easy to read (Peter S. Beagle comes to mind here.)
28. Any writing advice that works for you and you feel like sharing?
This one is very hard for me to follow personally, but it really works: stop revising your unfinished drafts.
For my first draft of a story, I basically have to sit down, close my eyes, and force my way through it. Don't reread what you just wrote, don't workshop your sentences, don't even fix your punctuation or spelling mistakes yet. This is a great way to make 0 progress, or to have one really good paragraph that never becomes a finished story. Just get the bones of the thing on the page all the way through, and once you have a skeleton to work with, THEN you can go back and start refining, adding the meat.
I usually do 80% of my actual good work in revisions, and the 20% that survives from the first draft are usually really evocative sentences or ideas that are so strong and good they can live through the editing process. I also find it really, really satisfying to clean up messy sentences or rewrite them better.
As a friend once put it, "spill the milk first, then go back and make ice cream."
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kittenkkuras · 3 months
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bite me — yu jimin.
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summary: reader's favorite time of the year is halloween, her favorite mythical creatures are vampires and her fuck buddy, karina, has a developing biting kink.
cw: g!p idol!karina. vampires. aphrodisiac. rough sex with rina. pussy slapping. dirty talking. no condoms. dom!karina.
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halloween was long far done, but to you, every day was halloween. i mean, it is your favorite time of the year; anybody could be anyone. you can be a sexy doctor or nurse, a slutty firefighter, a cheerleader, hell, you can even be a fucking vampire. everybody could wear whatever we want with zero judgement and that's what you liked about halloween best. but i honestly you won halloween 2023. you were so committed to it, you even got vampire fangs. crazy? maybe, but your sexual partner loved it best. she only saw it online, but still, who's crazier between the two of you?
karina had been away for a few months for their tour and unfortunately, you weren't together last halloween, but she's now home for the holidays, and it wouldn't be karina if she didn't have anything prepared for me when you got to her apartment. the moment you walked inside the pad, all you could smell was the enticing scent of a dark, elegant and sexy perfume—it was scented candles. it was all over the hallway, as if forming a path for you to walk through. just a few steps away from me was her table and there was a glass of wine atop of it with a note which read, “come straight to my room after you're done with this.” you took your time with the wine, but as soon as you were done with it, you went straight to her room which you didn't have a hard time looking for.
there, karina was sitting on a single couch, a leg crossed over the other. she looked stunning with her black jeans and tight crop top that hugged her beautiful frame. “took you a while since i heard you enter.” she said as she got up from the couch and slowly walked towards you. “it's been a while.” she whispered, face close to yours. she looked so pretty but you started feeling lightheaded and moreover, hot. “karina, why the fuck do you have your ac off?” you asked to which karina only laughed at. she took another step closer, and another, until she pushed you in her bed.
“oh, sweetheart. still as gullible as the first time, aren't you?” she smirked as her index finger traced your chest down to your cleavage through your black lace top. her touch brought shivers down your spine, moreso when she ripped your top open. she was scaring you as you've never seen her like this. “the wine... did you put something in it?” you muttered, biting on your lower lip to bite back the whimpers itching to escape as her fingers played with my nipples. karina smirked, humming. “smart girl, why, is it taking effect already?” you blushed and sure enough, it was. your body was aching for her. instead of replying, you pulled her into a hungry kiss, one arm snaking around her neck as if locking her body close to yours, whilst the other roamed around her body, eventually taking her top off, leaving the both of you now topless.
you felt karina run her tongue along your lips which you then parted and let her in—your tongues danced, fighting for dominance, but you both know she'd win. you can feel yourself get so turned on and wet through your panties just by the kiss. “rina, i need you.” you whispered when she brought her lips to your jaw, tracing the kisses down your neck. she didn't reply, she instead used her hand to cup your womanhood through your panties under your skirt, eliciting a long moan from you. her hands feel so soft against you, you needed more.
moving your hips, you started to hump her palm, palming myself as she kissed your neck, nibbling on patches of your skin to mark her territory. “you enjoy this, don't you? look at your slutty waist, moving on its own.” she chuckled lowly against your ear before pulling away only to take the remaining pieces of clothing off your body. your nipples are so hard and you could already feel your wetness dripping down your cheeks. it's the first time you felt so horny, so needy and all you could think of is her— you wanted her.
“karina, please. i need you. fuck me, mhm? i'll be good. please.” you said as you reached out to hold her. karina only slapped your hands away and roughly spread your legs. she got in between them, her knee pressed against your cunt. you mumbled another profanity and karina's face got closer to you. she only stared at you; “move.” she commanded and you instantly knew what she meant— your hips automatically moved on its own. as if rubbing your clit against her thigh wasn't enough, karina started to slap your mounds alternately. it was too much, your moans started to get higher with every slap. as your skin gets redder with every slap, karina's smirk grew wider—even more when she took notice of the fangs you've had done.
knowing your mounds are already sensitive, karina pulled you in and put one of your nipples into her mouth, licking, sucking and lightly nibbling on it as she played with the other with her hand. karina felt your body shiver, and with one hard suck, your body collapsed on top of her. “you love being a slut for me, mhm?” karina whispered against your skin, earning a loud, whining from you as a response. karina, she thinks—no, she knows she owns your body. she knows it even more than you do, so it wasn't hard for her to know when you're already close to cumming. not saying another word, she used her free hand to palm your clit, making you bury your face against her neck, but the moment she slipped two fingers inside of your hole swiftly which pushed you over the edge, cumming, biting karina's shoulder. she winced it pain, yet groaned from the painful yet pleasurable feeling of your sharp teeth against her soft skin. “rina, rina—!” not even letting you compose yourself, karina started to thrust her fingers in and out roughly of your entrance. collapsing on top of her, pushing her over the bed, your body wiggles, pushing your bottom more against her fingers, grinding against her palm.
“t-that feels s-so good—fuck. more, please! mommy, please, more.” it was the nickname that sparked something in karina. she pulled her fingers out, rolling your bodies over. now with her on top of you, she kisses you on the lips, letting her tongue graze over the sharpness of your fangs. “wait here.” she says as she pulled away, leaving you breathing heavily and still, needy. you started to play with your nipples, tears forming your eyes as you grind your hips against the empty space karina was once were. rubbing your clit, you moaned out her name, and as if on queue, karina was back, naked and a lubricant on her hand. “naughty girl, who told your to touch yourself?” she clicked her tongue on the roof of her mouth, as she opened the bottle of lubricant, smearing some over your sensitive clit, the coldness of the gel making you shiver. hovering over your torso, her dick sticking out, poking against your mouth. “suck.” with sparkly eyes, you looked up at her as you opened your mouth and took her in. you sucked, licking along the tip of her cock, earning a low grown from karina. “mhm, you take me in so good.” she said before thrusting her hips, forcing her full length inside your mouth, deep throating, suffocating you. she pulls herself back, a string of your saliva and her precum trailing from your lips and her tip.
“karina, i need you to fuck me, please.” your voice was weak and shaky, almost sounding like you're about to cry, but it was just from karina teasing her tip against your clit and your entrance. “yeah? beg for it.” karina laughed menacingly while you could only while as you reached your hand out for her, the other pressing her length against your cunt. “rina, baby... mommy, please. please, please! i'm your good girl, please, fuck me.” karina loved it. she loved hearing your voice so needy, she loved looking at your desperate eyes, she loved that you were so desperate for her and only her.
karina didn't waste any more time and slid her length inside of you, making you arch your back while letting out a long, loud moan in pleasure. karina didn't move, letting you adjust to her length, but she let out a chuckle of amusement as you desperately reached your hand for her, eager to hold her—touch her, as if her body's not against yours just yet. karina started to roll her hips, making you wince yet moan out in both pain and pleasure. god, you were so wet for her and karina loved that atop of it all. with or without the fucking drugs, the both of you knew that only she can make you this fucking turned on. karina started to thrust in you, moaning your name every time her length completely disappears inside your cunt. her dick is so big that with every thrust, she hits every fucking spot possible and it's making you insane. you feel so lightheaded and nothing but senseless begging and chants of her name spilled out of your mouth.
“fuck, baby, you're so wet.” she groaned, slapping your cunt in between every word, each slap making you squeal louder and louder, eyes rolling back. “c-close... i'm soso close, rina!” you announced so fucking loud, karina had to cover your mouth with her palm. “cum with me.” she only replied, putting more force into her thrust, each thrust feeling slower yet so much deeper as your walls clenched around her length. karina used her free hand to rub your clit, heightening your pleasure. forcing yourself to open your eyes, you looked up at her through your lust filled eyes as you brought her hand to your neck, choking yourself with it as you get closer to your high. karina took the initiative to do so, making you smile, biting your lower lip and holy fuck. in karina's eyes, you looked the hottest lile that. god, that stupid vampire fang of yours.
feeling a familiar knot forming, karina drops and pushes her mounds against yours, letting your nipples rub against each other. “cum inside—inside! please, i want to feel you, rina! breed me. fucking breed me, please, please—!” through your moans, you managed to beg for her. at this point, karina could only think so little, she wanted you. she wanted you to have her and nobody else. “i'm cumming, baby—fuck. cum with me...! fuck, i'm cumming!” with your face buried onthe crook of her neck, you wrapped your legs around her waist, not wanting her to pull away, chanting her name along with strings of profanities in between your moans. soon enough, the both of you are cumming—karina shooting her load inside of you at the same time you clenched your walls around her length, making her groan out loud. with your teeth dug on her neck, leaving a mark, karina threw her head back, moaning your name in pleasure, whilst your body squirms and trembles under her.
heavy breathing and whispered profanities were shared as you both laid next to each other. "you're mine, understand? you're all mine." karina muttered as she kissed your lips, hands once again roaming your body. "one more."
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hehe, this took a while. i got so sick during the holidays, so i couldn't really post it. anyways, happy holidays, my kitties!
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airaibunny · 3 months
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MISC SMUT PROMPTS
1. “no underwear? did you plan this?”
2. “are you just going to watch?”
3. “but the cameras” - “they can’t see us from this angle, if you can stay still”
4. “you’re such a needy girl”
5. “you just keep doing what you’re doing”
6. “you’re fucking soaked”
7. “you make me so wet”
8. “can i ask you for something?”
9. “please don’t think i’m weird for this…”
10. “does that turn you on?”
11. “i need your fingers”
12. “say/do it like you mean it”
13. “scream my name while you cum”
14. “call me mommy”
15. “touch yourself, i want to watch”
16. “on your knees”
17. “turn around”
18. “bend over”
19. “spread your legs”
20. “open wider”
21. “sit on my thigh/face/etc”
22. “lift your leg”
23. “i’m bored, let’s play”
24. “i can see you staring at my tits/thigh/ass”
25. “harder”
26. “it’s my turn now”
27. “i didn’t mean to call you that, i’m sorry” - “no! don’t apologize, i liked it…”
28. “spank me”
29. “choke me”
30. “bite me”
31. “you can practice on me”
32. “this is a one time thing”
33. “i thought you said it was a one time thing?”
34. “we can’t do this”
35. “i ordered us something”
36. “that looks too big”
37. “you bought a vibrator?”
38. “sit here”
39. “while standing?”
40. “give me your hand”
41. “i’m/it’s all over your chin”
42. “do you think about me when you touch yourself?”
43. “why are you being so shy? it’s not like i haven’t already seen all of you”
44. “you’re so spoiled”
45. “can we use a toy?”
46. “can i use a toy on you?”
47. “just like that”
48. “nobody can know about this, okay?”
49. “how are you so close already?”
50. “i can see how wet you are through your shorts”
51. “can you be quick?”
52. “please, i’ll finish fast”
53. “use your mouth”
54. “why do you get so shy when i use that word?”
55. “where do you want me to touch you?” - “down there…” - “you have to say the word”
56. “on the counter/table/etc?”
57. “have you seen the things the the fans write about you and *other member*?”
58. “pull my hair”
59. “open your mouth”
60. “you’re such a messy girl”
61. “take off your underwear” - “but, there’s other people here” - “they won’t see you, there’s an entire table here”
62. “open your eyes”
63. “look at me while you cum”
64. “do you want me to use my fingers/mouth?”
65. “do you want to join me?”
66. “how bad do you want it?”
67. “it’s too late for this” - “you don’t have to do anything, just stay laying down”
68. “can you stay quiet if i take this call?”
69. “we could get kicked out for this”
70. “don’t make me say it, you know what i want”
71. “you’re so annoying” - “would i still be annoying eating you out?”
72. “put your leg over my shoulder”
73. “there’s no one else here, be louder”
74. “i’m going to fuck you against the windows, i want everyone to see how good you are for me”
75. “stop being gentle”
76. “you can’t leave marks”
77. “we are not doing this standing, there’s a bed right there”
78. “do you like it when i spank you?”
79. “use my thigh”
80. “if you hate me so much, why are you letting me do this?”
81. “you’re really telling me to stop while both of your hands are in my shirt?”
82. “i still hate you”
83. “this is just sex, no strings”
84. “fuck you” - “well, that’s what we’re doing isn’t it?”
85. "you can take it like a good girl, right?"
86. “that was a nice way to wake up"
87. “why don't you make it up to me?"
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ggwritesstuff · 3 months
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hey!! Could you do a fic with finnick odair where r was in the blood rain during the quarter quell and is really shook up from it and finnick helps her clean up and calm down? Thanks!!!
Here Now, Here Always.
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pairing: finnick odair x reader
warnings: the quarter quell blood rain, brief discussions of trauma, mostly just some finn comfort, not totally proofread
a/n: anon!! thank u so much this took me out of my writing drought :,) i made a few tweaks to the original idea but i hope u still enjoy <3
a/n pt 2: please forgive my formatting if it’s awful i haven’t had to format a post on here in a LOOONG time
It’s been years since the Quarter Quell where the blood rain incident occurred. Caught in the middle of the forest as a viscous, crimson red rained down on you; flooding the divots and lapses in the ground around you and pooling up to your calves in some areas. If it weren’t for Finnick, you would have been another victor turned fallen tribute in the sky that night. The onslaught of blood could’ve flooded and drowned you where you stood with how paralyzed your fear had rendered you. But Finnick, ever the heroic type, came to your rescue. Dodging puddles with every careful step until he reached you, hauling you over his shoulder and carrying you to the shore where he cleaned you up and calmed you down.
The rest was history. You had left that arena with Finnick who has hardly left your side since. However, you also left with the horrific image of your lover drenched in that blood rain. It still haunts you to this day. Especially when it’s raining, like it is tonight.
You’d been tossing and turning for the last hour, the drizzle against yours and Finnick’s bedroom window keeping you awake, plaguing your tired mind with the memories of that day. You felt silly being kept awake by it, unable to relax. You knew that logically, of course it was a normal rainfall. However, trauma doesn’t care much for logic. So you fumbled around in bed for what felt like hours until you felt Finnick’s side of the bed move a bit as he turned to face you.
“You okay, hon?” He asked, his voice soft yet still gruff with sleep. His large, calloused hand reached for your face, landing gently on your cheek as he stroked it with his thumb. You nodded silently to his question, and though his eyes were still bleary he could feel the motion you made.
“Rain keepin’ you up?” You nodded again. Finnick then moved to pull you closer, bringing your back flush to his chest, “S’okay, m’right here sweetheart.” He mumbled sleepily, snaking a strong arm under yours and around your waist. He was so warm against you, your own personal furnace as you’ve called him before. A personal armory of weapons couldn’t make you feel safer than you do with Finnick.
The rain continued to beat against the bedroom window, only now your eyelids were finally growing tired as you were wrapped in Finnick’s protective embrace. He was there during the blood rain. He was there for every rainfall since, comforting and assuring you that you were safe. He’s here now, and he always will be.
“Love you, Finny.” You whispered, intertwining your fingers with his own and bringing his hand to your lips, pressing a gentle kiss to the warm, ever tanned skin.
“Love you more, dear.” He whispered back, the feeling of his lips against the soft skin of your neck the last thing you feel before finally falling asleep.
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wonysugar · 3 months
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sorry | yoo jimin
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synopsis : her hands were always warm.
pairing : childhoodbff!karina x fem!reader
genre : all of us are dead au, angst (i’m sorry), childhood friends to lovers (?), high school au?
tags : zombie apocalypse, spoilers to the show?? it’s better if you watched it, so you get the refs ykyk, flashbacks, the entirety of aespa are in this, only karina is relevant tho
warnings : blood is mentioned, injuries are mentioned, implied dissociating i think, gross zombies, eating humans and stuff, you get it
word count : 2.4k
a/n : this was so self indulgent LOOK I FINISHED THE SHOW TODAY AND I SOBBED I NEEDED TO GET IT OUT ONE WAY OR ANOTHER💔💔also not proofread uhm looks around if you see any mistakes no you don’t! :]
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“y/n, barricade the door.”
you stared at aeri as she yelled from across the classroom, fighting off another braindead zombie, barely winning and almost getting bitten. as a result, ning groaned, gathered up her courage and threw a chair at the walking dead that lunged at her friend. then, she stabbed the being’s neck before it got the chance to get up.
eventually, once she was spared a few moments to inhale and exhale, the japanese girl’s gaze met yours, eyebrows immediately furrowing afterwards.
“what are you staring at— barricade the fucking door, you dumbass?” she yelled, somehow louder this time, before having to stab another zombie in the neck with her pocket knife.
as if snapping out of a trance, you mentally slapped yourself, quickly looked around and rushed to grab the nearest desk, despite struggling to pick it up. then, you pushed it towards the sliding doors of the classroom afterwards. minjeong, the incredibly athletic girl she is, while also having heard the dozens of zombies running towards your location, quickly slid the other door shut and stacked another desk on top of the one you put.
you both reluctantly backed away, glancing at each other as if to seek reassurance from the other’s stare. you both listened closely for the sound of the impact from the zombies hitting the door, then unconsciously sighed from relief when you did hear it.
“thanks, sports girl.” you teased the short girl, snickering when she hit your shoulder playfully (which kinda hurt considering the strength she had, despite being seemingly petite.)
you felt the tension in your body fade away with each breath that was taken, you crumbled to the ground and allowed your body to get rest.
“also,” minjeong turns to look at aeri before addressing her, “you didn’t tell me you knew how to fight, who taught you?”
the girl in question runs her fingers through her hair as she groans, seemingly annoyed by the stupid question, before cheekily smiling, “i guess when you have to fight bitches every once in a while, you end up learning a few things.” 
you all laughed, glad to be finally able to breathe and take a break from the constant amount of attacks you’ve endured up until this point.
“wait—“ placed ning before any of you said anything, readjusting her glasses nervously as she stumbled on her words, 
“where’s jimin?” 
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“fuck fuck fuck fuck—“ she mumbled to herself in panic as she ran at full speed through the different hallways of the school, carrying the hard metal rod she found on the ground as a weapon whilst also escaping the army of things chasing after her, occasionally hitting unexpected obstacles left and right as hard as she could. 
she felt her legs slightly giving out on her as she sprinted, the numerous injuries on her body bringing her a clear and not at all appreciated disadvantage. in a normal situation? she’d probably be limping and be annoying about it, asking her friends to carry her to class and whatnot,
however, this was a life or death situation, about 15 different zombies were behind her trying to devour her and half of her friends were probably a part of that same pile,
limping and being annoying to her friends wasn’t really an option right now.
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“what do you mean she’s still out there???” you shot up, your blood running cold upon hearing that your best friend might’ve ended up being a 5 star course meal for the zombies, “you couldn’t have made sure she was with us before closing the door??”
“i couldn’t have done anything, genius, calling out to her while she’s trying to draw the attention of those fuckers from the other side of the school would just defeat the whole purpose.” sternly said the japanese girl, giving you back the same energy, also panicking for jimin in the process.
you walked back and forth in the room, pacing and trying to figure out where she possibly could have went, eventually groaning and stopping in front of the mean girl again, grabbing her shoulders, “so what?? she’s just dead now?”
“look, y/n, she’s probably just hiding in some classroom safe and sou—“
“i’m going after her. i’ll bring her back, you guys stay here.” you declared, immediately rushing to the backdoor.
“no, y-y/n—“ is what ning said, stuttering, before you bolted out of the classroom at full speed.
“okay well.. she’s definitely dying.” concluded minjeong before getting hit by a worried ning. “don’t say that—“ responded the latter.
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“die you stupid fucking bitch diediediedie—“ exclaimed jimin, hitting the zombie that was clinging onto her foot and hissing at her with the same metal rod that she was carrying for what felt like several hours, grunting desperately with each hit, using every fibre of her body to kill it, until all of its blood splattered onto her. 
after a while of it being unresponsive, she shakes its hand off of her shoe and watches its lifeless hand hit the ground. then gripping onto her femur injury trying to stop it from abundantly bleeding, shutting her eyes closed in hopes of making it somehow less painful. somebody on the level below her was screaming for their life, so all those braindead whores were away for a while. she was contemplating on how to run if they ever came back faster than expected, now that her brain has actually acknowledged the pain in her limbs, it was gonna be harder. 
during that time, jimin couldn’t help but think about you, wondering if she was gonna be able to see you again, wondering if you were even alive. wondering if—
“jimin?” 
that was your voice.
she recognized it better than her own.
“y/n.”
she immediately turned her head to look at the source of the noise, not being able to keep her flinch contained upon hearing it. then, upon realizing that you seemed fine, she couldn’t help sighing from relief. 
but then she noticed that you were crying.
and you noticed that she was hurt.
rushing towards her, you quickly put your arm under hers for support and help her walk to near safety before the undead figured out you were here. you could think about the rest later, all that mattered was that she was okay. 
walking into a seemingly empty classroom, you waited until something potentially jumped at you. after watching out for a couple of seconds, you set jimin down onto the ground carefully as you closed the door behind you. before you could even turn around, the older girl spoke,
“how did you even know where i was?” she asked, still huffing from the sprinting she’s been doing while trying to survive.
“your shoes are covered in blood, footsteps are not hard to follo—“
her nose.
blood.. was dripping from it.
it was bleeding.
her nose was bleeding.
she curiously raised her eyebrow at your sudden change in expression, “what happened? did a zombie scare you or something? you look like you’ve seen a ghost.” she giggled.
“j-jimin?” 
“what? seriously y/n, you’re scaring me. what is it?” she continued giggling only nervously, this time, in hopes of making you feel better, whatever it was that suddenly got you like this.
“y-your.. your n-nose..” you said, your voice barely above a whisper, 
“it’s.. bleeding.”
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“oh come on.. tell mee. your secrets are safe with me, i promiseee—” she pleaded with you, making a joking hand rubbing motion as you subtly laughed at her unfunny attempts to try and win you over. you could never let her know that she was funny; her ego would be too flattered.
“we’re in the middle of some sort of a zombie apocalypse and you’re still somehow managing to be annoying.” you joked with her, to which she pouted in response.
“ugh you’re no fun..“
“sorry that i’m trying to survive, jimin??” you said back using a sarcastic tone. she groaned and rolled her eyes before speaking again,
“look y/n, we’re probably gonna die anyway, okay? might as well die knowing everything about the other, don’t you think?” she tried reasoning with you, and yeah, while it did make a little bit of sense why she’d think that way, just in case you did survive, you had a dignity to keep.
you couldn’t just tell her that you’ve had a crush on her ever since you were kids.
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“…what?” she said, her voice suddenly matching the volume of yours. blinking at you as her smile drops, distraught from the piece of information you just gave her, you can see a small nervous smile forming again as she approached her hand to her nose. “come on, you can’t make jokes like that they’re not funny at all man—“
red.
was that blood? 
no, no, it couldn’t be. of course it wasn’t.
right?
right?
when she looked back up at you, she noticed that you slightly backed away from her, still staring at her with nothing but pure fear in your eyes.
you weren’t scared of her, were you?
why would you be?
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“man that doesn’t even taste that bad.” you affirmed, still not done chewing the fresh bibimbap, the taste of the absurd amount of wasabi you put on it not having fully hit you yet. she simply looked at you with hooded eyes, nodding at your claims like they completely made sense. she was patiently waiting for it, she was waiting for you to jolt at the actual taste.
and god was it funny when you did.
“f-fuck?? jimin oh mai fuck— jimin wawer— path me the wawer oh my—“ 
the sound of her own laughter resonating in the food court, everybody was staring at you two like you were crazy, and it was fortunate you physically weren’t able to laugh.
cause your two laughs mixed together sounded like one incredibly loud laugh, people knew you for it.
“next time, maybe don’t claim to tolerate something spicy when you’ve never even tasted it, got it?” she advised you, digging her hand into her bag as she looked for her water bottle, watching you eagerly nod. at that point? you needed to consume something that wasn’t wasabi.
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“y/n i swear i didn’t get bitten i promise you it’s— it’s probably my blood pressure. yeah! m-maybe it’s too high or something i’m— i’m sure running was the c-cause.“ 
you quickly grabbed her hand as she was still sitting down.
cold.
it was cold.
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“why are your hands always so fucking warm all the time? like— it could be -10 degrees celsius outside and your hands would still be warm.. i just don’t get it.” you questioned, holding onto her hand and observing it like it was some sort of rare object that needed to be analyzed.
your hands were always cold, it was no fair.
“maybe it’s just cause i have a really warm heart.” she said in a dramatic manner, naturally making you roll your eyes at her. then, when your eyes went back on her, you noticed something.
“hey jimin?” she hums in response, indicating you to continue, “where’d your name tag go?” 
she chuckles, “oh, i was supposed to give it to someone, but then i ended up just losing it somewhere.” 
you giggled as a reply, “fucking idiot.”
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you choked back tears as she tried justifying herself, backing away further as she eventually got up from her seat on the ground. you heard the bones in her limbs slightly crack in the process, and you know she heard it too,
she just wanted to pretend like she didn’t.
tears rolled down her face as she stumbled on her words and her steps, the struggle to get air in her lungs growing bigger by the second, “y/n i swear— please listen to me i— i’m fine i-i just—”
how did she get infected? she didn’t even get bit.
“i-it’s impossible.” she thought aloud, “i didn’t—“
then she remembered,
the blood that splattered.
the injury on her leg. 
fuck.
“jimin.” you whispered, the tears that you were holding back finally dripping down your face as you saw her. her veins slowly popping out as blood came out of her mouth, slightly drooping.
you saw her turn right in front of your eyes, and there was nothing you could do.
you just had to leave her there. 
her eyes were bloodshot by this point, and she was fighting back only god knows what to not let her neck crack in front of you. she couldn’t see anything anymore, the only thing she thought to do at that moment, before anything was too late, was to reach into her skirt pocket, grabbing something small, you couldn’t tell what it was. you didn’t know what it was,
until she deployed it onto your palms. 
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“oh stop it.. not my fault nametags are so small, it’s a pain in the ass trying to find something so tiny, so i kinda just stopped looking for it.” she tried justifying, but you just kept laughing at her.
“who were you even planning to give it to, anyway?” you added, trying not to seem too hurt about her having a crush. you had to be supportive, because jimin wasn’t just the person you loved,
she was also your best friend.
“now you’re doing a little too much.. i’m so obviously not telling you that.” 
-
“w-what are you..?” 
yoo jimin.
“m-my nametag. it’s yours n-now.” she said, eyes twitching from the pain she felt, her bones cracking with each movement she made.
what?
her nametag?
what?
“i’m s-sorry i couldn’t— t-tell you sooner.” she stuttered, clutching onto her bloodied up shirt like it was gonna help her feel better. “i p-pussied out.” she giggled, still sobbing.
“sorry.” was the last word she could muster up.
you stared at her.
and she stared at you back, smiling before leaving the room and sliding the door shut behind her.
it all went by so quick.
you didn’t even get to say goodbye.
wasn’t this all just a bad dream?
you were gonna wake up right? 
the zombies running, they weren’t running.
the screams in the hallways, they weren’t hers.
they weren’t even real to begin with, right?
the zombies weren’t eating her.
you stared at her bloody nametag, tears falling down onto it.
yoo jimin.
yoo jimin.
the zombies don’t even exist either, do they? 
you made all of it up, right?
right?
-
“ugh lame.. i’m your best friend, you should be telling me.. booo tomato tomato..” 
she laughed, hitting your shoulder playfully before laying her eyes on you, smiling tenderly as she watched you pout. 
“sorry.”
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housewife
minatozaki sana x fem!reader
summary: she shows her appreciation in better ways
cw: SMUT! evil, vile, degrading smut, sana treats you like a 1950s husband would, cursing, slapping, just filthy, men dni
wc: 2.1k
a/n: sana in a suit sana in a suit sana in a suit
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the aroma of the food you had been slaving on for hours dispersed through the whole house, filling the empty rooms and seeping into the thin walls.
since 7 am, you’ve been cleaning, tidying, mopping, wiping, and cleaning some more around every single corner of your shared home with sana.
you were what they called a “housewife”, but in sana’s eyes you were nothing more than a disappointment. a nuisance. a body that just does whatever is asked of her.
wiping your hands clean of any leftover sauce on your apron, you grabbed your phone from the counter to check the time.
- “5:48”
she should be home by now. sana worked a 9-5 at a corporate insurance company and usually came home around 5:30. you started preparing the dishes nonetheless and set the table with the proper silverware, one set of knives and a fork for her and one for you.
just when you finished plating the meal for her, you heard sana’s car pull into the driveway and her keys jingle against the lock of the door.
sana opened the door hastily and slammed it behind her, throwing her suitcase down and kicking her shoes off on the floor without a care where it landed.
you knew what this attitude meant. it happened at least once a week when her boss would overwhelm her with something and she would come home with a storm going on inside her head.
you hesitated to greet your wife and ultimately decided against it when she didn’t even look your way and just went straight to the living room, plopping down on the couch with a loud thud and letting out a heavy sigh.
sana took her suit jacket off and loosened her tie, turning on the tv and flipping through random channels to try and distract herself from whatever she had to deal with at work.
you brought over her plate to the couch, handing it to her. “hey honey, long day at work?”, your voice was gentle, but laced with a hint of worry.
sana paid you no mind, grabbing the plate from your hands and gluing her eyes back to the tv screen.
“get me something to drink.”, was the first thing sana said to you since she walked through the door.
you just smiled and went back to the kitchen to grab her a soda.
sana never ate dinner without taking a big sip of something first, so you knew better than to keep her waiting.
opening the can and handing it to her, you slightly blocked sana’s view of the tv and heard her tsks of annoyance. you quickly moved out of her way and went to go sit at the dinner table, the both of you eating alone, together.
that’s when you jumped at the sound of a plate slamming onto the hardwood floor. your eyes drawn to the scene of the crime, finding pasta and sauce splattered everywhere with pieces of ceramic mixed in.
“i’m not eating this shit. it’s disgusting.” sana said it in a monotone voice with no regards to how you might feel about it.
you slowly got up and walked over to sana, scanning the mess you had to clean up and avoiding stepping in shards of the now broken plate.
your face was contorted with both shock and anger, but you held in the last part with a clenched fist.
breathing out shakily, you mustered up enough strength to question sana’s childish behavior.
“why did you do that..” your eyes avoided hers and the grip on your apron grew tighter. sana was glaring at you through your peripheral.
“i come home from a long day at work and you expect me to eat that? i work hard just to be fed dog food?”, sana scoffed and leaned back into the couch, stretching her arms over the top of the couch and manspreading, shaking her head in disbelief.
“i spent at least three hours on that ‘dog food’, sana. it wouldn’t hurt to show a little respect.” your eyes had tears welling up at the edges, just restless to come out.
hearing that, sana’s eyes turned dark and her gaze was narrow. you fucked up. she tapped her finger rhythmically on the soft surface and nodded to herself, planning.
“you think i give a fuck? seriously, do you? i don’t owe you a single ounce of respect, whore. if i don’t like something, i’m not fucking eating it. now clean up your mess.” sana was fuming at this point. not only did she have a ruined dinner, she also had to deal with you talking back to her.
you grabbed the broom and dustpan from the closet and swept up what was left of her tantrum. you were so exhausted from cleaning all day, your body was spent. so tired to the point where you didn’t even notice you were wiping your own tears along with the sauce off the floor.
sana heard your sniffles and whimpers, peering over the arm of the couch and seeing your drained figure. she practically jumped off the couch with aggression and stopped in front of you, grabbing your face violently between her fingers and forcing you to look up at her.
your cries were cut short and you gasped at the sudden action.
“the fuck you crying for? can’t even do the one thing you’re made to do huh? all i ask is that you keep my house clean and have something fucking edible for me to eat when i get home. can’t even fucking do that?” at the end of her question, you felt the cold absence of her touch from your skin, only to feel a stinging heat when her hand lands on your face again, slapping you. the wedding ring she had on was sure to leave a bump. your eyes widened and the hand that you once had at your side went to caress your burning cheek.
“you’re so fucking pathetic.” another slap. this time you unknowingly let out a small moan at her strike, catching yourself and keeping your head down.
sana paused in shock, processing your response to her abuse.
“did you just fucking moan?” sana grabbed your chin between her pointer finger and thumb, lifting your face up to hers again.
“i slapped you.. and you fucking moaned? sana was genuinely curious, never hearing you react like that. her eyebrow was quirked with her lips slightly parted.
your eyes were glassy and bloodshot, your left cheek was marked red with her handprint and stained with your salty tears. to sana, you’d never looked better.
the darkness in sana’s eyes turned into lust in less than a millisecond. seeing you at her mercy and so helpless turned her thoughts into unspeakable ones.
sana looked you up and down once more before she grabbed your throat and lifted you off the ground, dragging you towards the counter by the stove with your back turned.
she stopped at the edge of the marble countertop and you winced at the bruising pain on your lower back.
sana trapped you between her arms at both sides, her hands flat against the cold marble surface. she shifted her leg between yours, pressing up against your core.
you were still recovering from the slaps you just received, mind blurry between wanting to be fucked and wanting to be comforted. but of course sana wouldn’t comfort you, the only way she expressed her “love” was by absolutely breaking you.
sana’s white undershirt was slightly unbuttoned and her collarbone was visible. her loose black tie and messy hair on top of that made every rational thought you had disappear. you didn’t even care about the disrespect she showed you earlier. if anything, you liked it.
“maybe i just needa fuck you until you learn how to cook properly hm?” sana snaked her hands around your back to untie your apron, sliding it over your head and onto the floor. her leg was still slotted between yours and you grinded on her ever so slightly, searching for relief.
“fuckin’ whore can’t think right unless she cums.” you whimpered at her words as sana crashed her lips onto yours, sucking and biting at them. the sounds that filled the room were sloppy and unsynchronized.
sana untied her tie completely with one hand and slid it off her neck without breaking the kiss. she wrapped it around the front of your throat and overlapped both ends at the back, tightening it and bringing it back towards her to hold you there. you moaned at the loss of circulation to your brain, the pressure in your head building up just enough to make your vision fuzzy.
you were wearing nothing except one of sana’s white oversized t-shirts and black lace panties underneath that apron. sana’s free hand slid under your shirt and up to grope your bare breast. the sensation of her cold touch against your warm body made you whine.
“mm- fuck, sana.” she rolled your erect nipple between her fingers and pinched it hard, eliciting pained moans from you.
sana observed you and saw your face losing color, immediately letting her grip on her tie go and pulling it off your throat with one smooth motion.
her hand trailed down to your hip, expecting to pull off a pair of shorts, but feeling the intricate pattern on your lace panties instead.
she ran her fingers over the material, humming in satisfaction. “you wearing these just for me?”
you nodded and pouted at her, whining. “all for you, sana, please..”
“please what? use your words, slut.”
“ ‘need you to fuck me so bad, please.” sana smirked at your desperation, hooking her finger onto your side and pulling your panties down, letting them slide down your legs.
your pussy was sticky from your arousal and throbbing from her teasing finger running through your slit.
sana teased your hole and went back up to your swollen clit, rubbing lazy circles around it and spreading your slick all over. you grinded yourself on her hand, silently urging her to give you more.
you glanced up at sana and saw her eyes fixated on your exposed core, watching the way her hand slid between your folds with ease and how the dim overhead light reflected perfectly off of your pussy, making you shine and glisten.
sana furrowed her eyebrows and held her bottom lip between her teeth, slowly sinking two fingers into you. she bottomed out at your cervix, pulling back out only to pick up her pace and slide inside you again. the erotic squelching sound from just how wet you were was disgustingly hot.
her groans were right in your ear, hearing her curse to herself about how tight you were. your eyes were stuck on sana’s flushed chest, her tendons popping out everytime she breathed. her breathing was heavy and uneven, and you could tell sana was losing herself in the trance that you put her in.
suddenly, sana stopped her movements and grabbed the back of your thighs, lifting you up and onto the counter. you hissed at the cold feeling against your bare skin.
sana pulled your shirt up, revealing your whole upper body to her.
she grabbed the front end of your shirt and held it up to your mouth, motioning for you to open and bite down on the cloth.
“keep it there, you understand?” you nodded, holding the shirt between your teeth and arching your back for sana to see exactly just how much you understood. she responded by tapping your thigh for you to open your legs wider, scooping her arms under your legs and sliding you forward to give her easier access.
sana’s eyes didn’t peel away from your chest for one second when she started fucking you again. her pace was inhumanly fast and yet she still managed to hit your sweet spot every time.
“oh my god, sana- fuck, don’t stop please, fuck” your moans were sporadic and words were mumbled, completely rid of any thought other than cumming right then and there.
“yeah? i’m fucking you so good right baby? don’t i deserve a good meal when i’m fucking you like this?” sana grabbed your face and squeezed your cheeks together, slapping you lightly a couple times.
you agreed with squeaked moans and squeezed your eyes shut, drawing out long yeses in between.
“yes, fuck- oh my god yes,” at that point you weren’t sure if you were answering her question or just begging for her to keep fucking you like that.
“ ‘fuck kinda whore doesn’t know how to cook for her wife? dumb fucking bitch. so useless.”
sana pushed her thumb against your clit and you felt the tightness in your core building up. moaning her name repeatedly, you threw your arms over her shoulders and pressed her face down against your bare chest, holding her there and cumming on her fingers with a loud groan.
you attempted to calm down your breathing and stabled yourself with your hands grabbing sana’s arms. she pulled her fingers out and shoved them between your lips, gagging you and swirling her fingers around your tongue.
“that’s what a good meal should taste like.”
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gg-pedro · 2 months
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masterlist!
series: can you hear the music
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summary: everyone in jackson is trying to distract themselves from something. you teach ellie piano and find yourself trying to help more than one miller settle into their new world. you learn a few things, too.
pairing: joel miller x reader
warnings: 18+ content (MDNI), post outbreak!joel, jackson!era, AFAB!reader, platonic!ellie x reader, implied age gap, fingering, unprotected sex, oral, dom!joel, protective!joel, pet names, brief descriptions of an injury, mentions of blood, gore, hurt/comfort, some fluff, mental health discussions, joel grieves, lots of angst
chapters (completed):
1: reaction forces
2: don't invest in me
3: landslide
4: the archer
5: roar of thunder, hear my cry
6: i would bet the house on you
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Giselle x Fem Reade - Do Me as a Favor
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Summary: Giselle was sick for a few days and missed practice. Having to stay overtime, she was anxious, exhausted, and frustrated. Luckily, you decided to stay behind with her and as her best friend, is your duty to help take her mind off of things.
Dynamics: Top!reader/Bottom!idol
Genre: Smut;
Warnings: +18; oral; fingering; (not much in this one)
Giselle was frustrated, it was always a bit stressful when you had to prepare award ceremony performances, but having missed 3 days of practice due to being sick, she had to make up for the lost time. Which resulted in staying behind after practice ended, she's been doing it for a week and was fed up. She couldn't sleep properly because her mind was always running with things that could go wrong and how the hell was she going to keep up with you girls. She didn't even have the time or energy to get herself off, the sexual frustration plus the exhaustion and anxiety were making her frustrated beyond belief.
- You girls can go ahead, I guess I'll stay behind with Aeri today. I want to go over some steps I'm still not confident in. - Aeri looks at you smiling widely from her sprawled on the floor like a starfish position.
- You're staying with me?!
- Yes, I am. Maybe we can help each other. You seem to have nailed the steps I'm insecure about. - you say, Aeri sits up and nods.
- For sure!
You said your goodbyes to the girls and started practicing right away.
(Almost 2 hours later)
- Let's take a break. - Aeri says pausing the music and taking a sip from her water bottle.
You sit on the floor with your back against the couch, breath harbored and Aeri offers you her water bottle. You thank her and take a big sip, a drop escaping from the corner of your mouth and running down your neck, Aeri follows every movement.
- Can I ask you something? - you nod. - Do me as a favor.
You blink twice before laughing.
- Don't you mean do you a favor?
- No. I mean exactly what I said.
- Is this a joke?
- No... You don't have to tho. Is just... I've been so frustrated lately and way to tired to do anything about it. You've always said I'm pretty so being attractive is not an issue. You've been with girls before and always talk about your crushes in women so I know for a fact you're not strai-
- I'll do it. - interrupting her rambling you answer her request.
- Really?! - her head perked up and you chuckled.
- Are you surprised? I've said it before, you're gorgeous, besides, we trust each other. I just need you to assure me that it won't become a problem between us later. I'm not willing to bet our friendship on some sexual relief. - you end it seriously.
- I promise it won't. I wouldn't bet our friendship on anything.
- Good. Come here. - you pat your lap for her to sit on it and she widens her eyes.
- What? N-now?
- Now is as good a time as any. Manager-unnie is coming to pick us up in a few and I have a feeling you're not the quietest person in bed so I don't think we can do that with anyone around. - she seems to understand your point and crawls to you, straddling your lap with her hands holding your shoulders. You hold her waist and look in her eyes. - Are you sure you wanna do this?
- Yes. - she doesn't hesitate in her answering so you don't hesitate to capture her lips in a kiss which she reciprocates sighing.
- How do you like it? - you ask kissing down her jaw, chin and neck.
- Hm? - you pull away only to be greeted with the sight of Aeri with her eyes closed, biting her bottom lip. It makes you smile
- Would you like it fast and rough or slow and sensual. - you graze your teeth on he earlobe and she sighs again squeezing your shoulders
- I want whatever you're willing to give me. Just give me something, anything. - at this point she was already rocking on your lap and you were starting to lose it.
- Ok. - grabbing a fistful of her hair you pull her into a bruising kiss, smiling into it when you hear her moan. Your other hand on her hip willing her to keep on moving .
She takes it upon herself to deepen the kiss swiping her tongue across your lips to which you let her in without hesitation, moaning when your tongues meet.
She pulls away panting, looking at you with hooded eyes while opening your oversized button up. Following her you pull her shirt over her head, noticing how her bra clasp was at the front, your hand goes for it but before opening you look at her for consent. She nods.
The sight before you makes your mouth water. The cold air of the aircon making her nipples instantly harden.
- I've always had a thing for your boobs y'know?
- Everybody knows that. You're always looking at them. - she says rolling her eyes, smiling teasingly and you smile back - Pervert
That's the last thing she says before throwing her head back with a moan when your mouth goes for her right nipple, your hand pulling on the left one.
You were having fun noticing she was growing desperate by how she was grinding harder against your lap. That is before her phone started ringing.
She groaned before picking it up from the ground and putting it against her ear without looking who it was.
- What?! - frustration evident in her voice. - oh, yes, unnie. Hm... yeah - your lips went back to nipple, your hand rubbing her pussy through her pants. Before she could hold herself back, she moans. Aeri slaps your back and you chuckle agaisnt her skin. - I'm fine, I just hit my knee... okay. We'll be waiting. Let us know when you get here.
- What is it?
- Manager-unnie is coming to get us. Guess fun is over. - she motions to get up and you pull her back.
- We just have to be quick. We have less than 15 minutes. - this time you don't wait to put your hand inside her panties moving your middle and ring fingers in circles on her clit.
- Oh fuck - her voice is breathy. Head thrown back giving you access to her neck where you give open-mouthed kisses and graze your teeth lightly so you leave no marks.
Her soft moans are like music to your ears. The way she moves her hips on your hand drives you crazy.
Pulling your hand away Aeri whines. Biting her lip when she sees you suck your fingers
- Sit on the couch - she does so with no questions, lifting her hips when you pull on her pants and panties altogether. - Open your legs for me.
Her cheeks are in a pink shade. Aeri feels shy all of a sudden but she knows there's no time for embarrassment now so she does as you ask. You look in her eyes yet again searching for some reassurance and she nods.
You close your eyes before running you flattened tongue from her entrance to her clit and you find yourself dripping by her smell and taste and the way her hole closes around nothing, you repeat the motion a few times. One of her hands gripping your hair the other one pulling on her nipple. You look at her face only to be greeted with an Aeri with her face flushed, eyes closed, eyes furrowed but what got to you was the way she smiled while biting her lip.
Pulling her to the edge of couch by her thighs you put her legs around your shoulder. One hand snaking around her leg, resting on the top of her mound pulling back so the hood of her clit no longer covers it. Again you flatten your tongue and rests it at the top of her clit moving ever so lightly so it doesn't hurt her. She hums in approval.
Your free hand travels up her leg, squeezing her inner thigh then positioning two fingers on her entrance. Pushing in slowly while kissing her inner thigh, she gasps when you suck on her inner thigh leaving a mark close to her crotch.
You move your fingers experimentally enjoying her moans.
- F-faster... please... - and you comply. Who are you not to do exactly what a pretty girl asks.
The faster you move the louder she gets. Pulling on her own nipples, her pussy squeezing your fingers, you knew she was close so you go back to suckling on her clit.
Her moans are borderline pornographic at this point and you were praying no one was around or close to the studio.
- I'm gonna cum... I'm gonna cum... please don't stop... Please.... - you didn't. If anything you moved your fingers faster and suckered harder. Letting out the longest moan she arches her back from the couch and you help her with her high.
You pull your fingers out just in time for her phone to vibrate again. You pick it up to let her recover.
- Hello? Ah, yes. We're coming. - turning off the call you look at her and smile. - we gotta go.
- okay. - Aeri stands up on shaky legs and you take it upon yourself to help her get dressed. Aeri looks at you and laughs, you follow her.
- what?
- Your chin. - she cleans her own cum from you lips and chin then peck your lip. - Thank you. Maybe I can return the favor later.
- Wanna shower together when we get home? - you offer.
- I'm dying to.
Taking her hand you pull her out of the door towards the elevator. Both running along the corridors of the building giggling like two teenagers.
Well, Giselle wasn't that frustrated anymore.
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jiihu · 9 months
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너랑 나 — 𝐲𝐮 𝐣𝐢𝐦𝐢𝐧
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﹅ summary — meeting jimin at your birthday party your mom threw for you, you found yourself instantly infatuated with the older woman.
﹅ content — age difference (reader is 18, jimin is 27), slight power imbalance, doctor!jimin, slight angst
﹅ word count — 2.6k
﹅ a/n — a little bit of inspiration from call me by your name! jimin is sort of ooc here, but i wanted her to seem more “formal” ^^
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you trudged up the stairs, away from "your" party, which consisted of your parent's friends, and not a single one of yours. you let out a relaxed sigh as the bass of the music became less and less noticeable in your chest. pushing open the door to your bedroom, you let your foot close it behind you and fell onto your bed.
"this is not how i expected my 18th birthday to go," you groaned into your pillow, grabbing your phone and turning on your side, fully expecting to spend the rest of your day here and not downstairs. your parents wanted you to make connections with some of the people for your "future", but that was the last thing on your mind today. not only did you not want to spend your evening with tens of middle-aged adults, but you also wanted an escape from reality, without having to think about your future too much. at least for today.
while you were lost in your thoughts, you heard the loud rev of an engine, and you stood up from your place on the bed. leaning over your nightstand, you peered through the blinds and watched as a sleek, matte black sports car pulled into your driveway. you stared intently at the driver's side door as the purr of the engine rattled in your chest, reminding you of the bass faintly vibrating from downstairs.
your fingers were frozen in place as you held the blinds open, watching as a platinum-blonde woman stepped out of the car, running a hand through her hair before tying it in a ponytail. you felt as if you were starstruck, watching her adjust her clothes, before she laughed, removing the stethoscope from around her neck. you were almost in a trance-like state, and although you couldn't hear her laugh, you imagined it was the most beautiful sound you'd ever heard.
it seemed as if she'd just left her shift at the hospital, still having on the same scrubs and work shoes that nurses wore. once she felt that she was presentable enough, she reached into the backseat and pulled out a light blue gift box with a white bow on top, using her hip to nudge the door closed.
heart pounding, you stumbled backward, the sudden movement causing the blinds to drop back into place. your mind raced, trying to process the unexpected arrival of this captivating woman. who was she? what was she doing here? and most importantly, why did she have a gift for you?
curiosity tangled with apprehension as you peeked through the blinds once more. the woman had begun made her way to the front door, her steps powerful, yet graceful at the same time. with each passing moment, your intrigue grew, overpowering your initial shock.
you debated whether to remain hidden or confront her. the desire to meet her moved you forward, and with a sudden surge of courage, you hurriedly left your room and padded down the stairs. the distant sounds of laughter and conversation from the party came and left as your mind focused in on the enchanting woman at your doorstep.
you reached the front door just in time to see her positioned to knock, her hand hovering in mid-air. it was now or never. swallowing your nervousness, you opened the door, revealing a surprised expression on her face.
"hi," she said, her voice as smooth as silk. "i'm dr. yu. i apologize for my tardiness, but i was told there's a very special girl here having a party for her very special birthday?"
you couldn't help but be captivated by her piercing gaze and the genuine warmth in her smile. "yes, it's my birthday," you replied, feeling a surge of excitement and curiosity at her gift.
dr. yu's eyes sparkled with amusement. "happy birthday!" she exclaimed, holding out the gift box she had been clutching. "i know we haven't met before, but i'm a close friend of your parents. i've heard a lot about you, and i thought it was only right to put a face to the name.”
you became more flustered at her words as you accepted the gift. "thank you," you stammered, caught off guard by the unexpected gesture. "that's very kind of you."
dr. yu's smile widened. "it's the least i could do. birthdays should be special, and i wanted to make sure yours didn't go unnoticed."
as you stood there, speaking with dr. yu, a sense of familiarity washed over you. perhaps this encounter was the escape you had longed for, a break from the monotony of your party. a break from the constant concern over your future. you found yourself drawn to her presence, yearning to know more about her.
with a sudden burst of spontaneity, you mustered the courage to invite her inside. "would you like to come in? it's quieter inside, away from the crowd," you offered, hopeful that she would accept.
dr. yu's eyes crinkled with a mixture of surprise and delight. "i'd love to," she replied, a hint of curiosity in her voice. "lead the way."
you shuffled through the crowd, hoping to quietly lead her away from the seemingly ever-growing party to her room. as the stairs were in your line of sight, your dad stepped in front of you.
"y/n! i see you've met jimin." jimin eyes snapped from the back of your head, and looked over to your father.
"she really is a lovely girl. you've raised her well," jimin's dark eyes did a once-over of you, making you feel slightly exposed, while simultaneously making your heart race.
your heart skipped a beat as jimin's gaze lingered on you. the intensity in her eyes sent shivers down your spine, a mix of excitement and nervousness flooding your senses. you tried to maintain your composure, feeling slightly flustered as they both looked at you expectantly.
"thank you," you managed to reply, your voice betraying a hint of unease. it was as if jimin's presence had the power to unravel your carefully constructed facade, leaving you vulnerable and exposed.
your father's smile widened, oblivious to the tension between you and jimin. "i'm glad you two met. jimin here is a renowned neurosurgeon at the hospital. she's been a close friend of ours for a long time."
you struggled to find the right words, your mind racing to process the information. jimin, a neurosurgeon? the charming woman who had appeared at your home in an expensive sportscar was not only captivating but also held a respected position in society. the realization only deepened your sudden fondness for the woman.
"i'm honored to meet you, dr. jimin," you said, your voice filled with genuine admiration. "thank you for the birthday gift. it means a lot."
jimin's eyes softened, her gaze lingering on you for a moment longer than necessary. 
"the pleasure is mine," she replied, her voice laced with a subtle undertone of something you couldn't quite decipher.
jimin's words hung in the air, leaving you with a sense of intrigue and curiosity. there was something about her presence that captivated you, a pull that drew you closer. as your father excused himself to attend to other guests, you and jimin stood there, locked in a silent exchange of emotions.
feeling a mix of nervousness and boldness, you gestured for jimin to follow you. leading her through the bustling party, you managed to navigate the sea of people and find your way back to the staircase. the distant sounds of laughter and music gradually faded into the background as you climbed the steps, guided by the dim glow of the hallway lights.
reaching your room, you pushed the door open and stepped inside, inviting jimin to enter. the room brought you back to your senses, making you feel calmer than before, like a sanctuary away from the chaos downstairs. you motioned for jimin to take a seat on your bed while you settled into your desk chair, facing each other.
the atmosphere felt charged with anticipation as you observed jimin. her blonde hair sat on her shoulders, framing her face and accentuating her features. her eyes sparkled with intelligence and warmth, and the subtle curve of her lips hinted at a gentle smile.
"dr. yu," you began, breaking the silence, "jimin. i didn't expect my birthday to turn out this way, but i'm glad you decided to come. it feels like a nice break from everything."
jimin's smile widened, her eyes never leaving yours. "life has a way of surprising us, doesn't it? sometimes the most memorable moments come from the unexpected."
you nodded in agreement, a growing sense of warmth bubbling up in your chest. there was a natural ease in the way you conversed as if you had known each other for much longer than a few moments. unlike the rest of your parent's friends, jimin never once made you feel like an unintelligent child in her presence. you felt as if you could talk to her about anything, and she'd never make you feel judged for it.
curiosity burned within you, urging you to learn more about her. "so, jimin, tell me about yourself. how did you become a neurosurgeon?"
a soft chuckle escaped her lips, and she leaned back, her gaze shifting to a distant point as she dove into her story. jimin recounted her journey of dedication, hard work, and passion that led her to pursue medicine. she shared stories of the challenges she faced, the lives she touched, and the fulfillment she found in her profession.
as jimin spoke, you found yourself hanging on to every word, drawn to the obvious passion she had for her career and the empathy that she held through the way she spoke of her patients. her passion for making a difference in people's lives made you feel more attracted to her than before, as you felt a smile spread across your face while she continued.
in turn, you shared your aspirations, dreams, and the uncertainty you held about your future. you talked about your love for the sciences, your yearning for independence and exploration, and the weight of expectations that sometimes felt suffocating. it was as if the barriers you had built around yourself crumbled, allowing you to open up and reveal the deepest depths of your heart and mind. some that you didn't even know existed.
hours seemed to slip away unnoticed as you exchanged stories, laughter, and shared experiences. the conversation flowed effortlessly, weaving a web of connection between the two of you who had found solace and understanding in each other's presence.
eventually, as the night grew late, you both realized that the party downstairs had quieted down. the house was enveloped in peaceful silence, the remnants of laughter and happiness lingering in the air. jimin's gaze met yours, an unspoken question passing between you.
"thank you for spending this time with me," you said softly, breaking the momentary stillness. "tonight was better than anything that could be in that box."
jimin chuckled, her hands reaching behind her to grab the box. she pushed it into your hands expectantly. you looked up at her and she nodded, gesturing for you to open it. you ripped the paper from the box, opening it to see a red leather box with gold letters engraved on the top. "jimin! i can't take this! how much did you spend on this?"
"don't worry about it, birthday girl. this is your special day, and it won't come again, so enjoy it while it lasts,” she smiled warmly, gently lifting the lid as your eyes settled on to a small silver necklace with two interlocked rings on the end. you lifted it from the box, the weight of the metal leading you to believe it was even more expensive than you'd originally imagined.
wordlessly, jimin took the necklace from your hands, leaning over you to clasp it behind your neck. your breath hitched at the proximity, feeling jimin's warm breath hitting your bare skin. her fingers trailed down the necklace, her eyes never leaving yours. your eyes flickered between hers and her lips, your own slightly parted, almost anticipating something.
"happy birthday," she mumbled, before you pressed your lips to hers, her hands eventually coming up to gently hold your waist. you moved back and looked up at her, looking for confirmation, her eyes half-lidded and her gaze almost unreadable. you pulled her back in for another kiss, lacing your arms around her neck, she grunted as you pulled away, pressing your forehead to hers, giggling at the surprised look in her eyes.
she playfully rolled her eyes, her hands trailing down from your waist to your thighs as you drew her in for a sloppy kiss, your gift box hitting the floor with a light thud. she hooked her fingers underneath your thighs, maneuvering you onto her lap as she deepened the kiss, her hands caressing your back.
"jimin? y/n?" you heard your dad call out. jimin jolted from her position on your bed as if she'd been physically hurt, forcing you to push yourself from her lap and onto the bedsheets behind you.
"y/n, i'm so sorry. shit," she mumbled, running a hand through her hair, the same way she did when she was standing by her car. two complete scenarios, yet you still feel the same rush you did the first time.
"don't apologize, jimin. you didn't do anything. i wanted this." she shook her head, picking up the discarded box from the floor, and letting out a deep sigh.
"y/n, i'm just," she ran her fingers through her hair once more. "this isn't right. not only are you my colleague's daughter, but you're nearly ten years my junior. jesus christ..." she trailed off as the realization hit her, her teeth starting to chew on her lip.
"jimin, i promise you didn't do anything wrong! i mean, i initiated it, and i'm eighteen!"
"yeah, barely!" she let out a huff, tucking the box under her arm. "i'm sorry for raising my voice, y/n. please understand where i'm coming from." she gave you one last look, like a puppy in a kennel before leaving your room. you stared at the space where she once was, feeling as if you were about to throw up. you couldn’t decipher if it was from the adrenaline from her kiss, or the feeling that you’d never meet someone else like her again. just as she'd come, like an angel in disguise, she left, leaving an empty feeling in your chest.
you heard the front door open and close moments later, and you moved into the same position you'd been in earlier when you watched her arrive. she looked up at you and gave you a small smile, waving her hand in your direction. you held your hand up between the blinds as an act of acknowledgment, as if your heart wasn't being shattered as you watched her walk away.
she started up the car, the roar of the engine feeling almost familiar to you at this point, and wasted no time before pulling out of the driveway and speeding down the street. you heard the door creak open and turned around to see your dad standing in the doorframe, a warm and comforting smile adorned on his face. "you like jimin's car too, huh? it caught everyone's attention tonight. i almost thought a lion was in our driveway," he joked, and you could barely find it in yourself to muster up a smile.
"yeah, i like her car."
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wintersera · 9 months
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MASSEUSE GISELLE?!?!?
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aespa giselle x f!reader
summary: dayumn you’re pretty exhausted after work so you decide to do something a little bit impulsive
notes: it was supposed to be an imagine but i got carried away 😭 not proofread either zorry
cw: SMUT, dubcon?
you’re off from work feeling all tense. working a 9-5 really leaves your entire body in pain. that's when you decide to impulsively walk inside the nearest beauty salon on your way home.
it’s not her fault really, as soon as you walk into the room her eyes immediately guides themselves to your body. you’re just so attractive to her. miss girl cannot stop staring at your tits and ass. her eyes are literally glued onto them at this point she’s pretty much eye fucking you.
she patiently waits outside of the changing room, listening to you taking off your clothes bit by bit. already feeling herself wet at the thought of you in the thinnest piece of clothing barely covering your tits. once you walk out of the changing room, you sort of catch in the corner of your eyes, drooling at the sight of you in the tiny ass towel. staring a bit too hard to the point it gets a bit weird but you don’t question it since she's a professional. obviously she’s observing you to do her job right, right??? she sits you down at the table facing you downwards so that your ass is facing the air, covering you up with the thin towel making sure you don’t grow suspicious of her lust filled eyes.
everything seems to be going well. her taking her time massaging your shoulders all the way down to your legs moving her hands in big circular motions. she motions for you to turn around and you do so accordingly, placing the towel right above your crotch. gradually, her touches become more desperate. you take notice of her hands making their way towards your breasts, ever so gently groping them. “is this still part of the massage?” managing to speak between heavy breaths. her thinking that you’re so gullible and innocent, so she slides her hands down to your thighs. “yeah it pretty much is. since you’re a first time customer, the massage is free of charge” smiling sweetly. definitely not because she wants to feel you up aha.
feeling the arousal swirl up in her stomach she thinks fuck it, she takes her fingers and shoves them into your mouth “suck them”. your confused as hell, wondering why she’s telling you to suck her fingers but you just do it anyways. giselle taking her fingers down to your clit, drawing slow circles causing a mewl to escape your lips. the sudden pleasure suddenly snapping you out of your somewhat relaxed state “wait? wait, what are you doing? where are you touching me?” panic entering your body. “shhh. it’s okay” her hand rushing towards your mouth shushing you. looking around to make sure none of her coworkers hear her. “it’s just a massage just let me handle it. i promise, i’ll make you feel so good”. convincing yourself that it’s simply just part of the massage, you relax a little bit. taking the hand she used to silence you, she lowers it to your breasts playing with your already hardened nipples, pinching and rolling them around with her fingers. her mouth ,unoccupied, she moves closer to your chest taking the other nipple in her mouth biting gently.
dragging you to the edge of the table so that your legs are hanging off, she places herself between them softly biting, sucking and licking your inner thighs, her hand still toying your sensitive nipples. after what seemed like an eternity of teasing she finally puts her mouth on your pussy. moaning into your mound sending jolts of pleasure throughout your body. at this point you’re convinced that what’s happening is not a normal massage,but it’s not like you care now. it feels too good to tell her to stop.
you look downwards to where she’s sat. locking eyes with her she gives you a mischievous grin. noticing the way you squirm under her control, she giggles and gives your clit a hard suck earning a string of moans and whimpers that fall out of your mouth. you grab her hair making sure she doesn’t pull her mouth away from your pussy “so cute, you’re so fucking cute” her words muffle, licking your hard clit.
“fuck, i- i think i’m gonna cum” you manage to squeak out. your announcement of your climax only makes her work harder sliding two digits into your tight hole. walls clenching around her fingers giselle moans feeling herself grow more aroused than before. the feeling of pleasuring you, her cute client, overrides her rational thinking, pumping her fingers harder and rougher. continuously slamming her hands into your abused cunt for what seems like ages, you whine feeling close to cumming. you begin riding her fingers, rolling your hips against her tongue. an overwhelming (and overstimulating) feeling washing over your body. the sensations of her tongue, her fingers and the overall atmosphere of the room edges you closer and closer to your climax.
“cum for me” she suddenly commands “you’re so cute and gullible. letting someone you don’t know fuck you? you’re such a desperate baby. i love that” her words sparking something in your mind sending your body into pure bliss. you swear you see white for a couple of seconds before returning back to reality.
slowly licking your folds, lapping the juices from your climax she helps you ride out your high hoping that you enjoyed her impromptu ‘massage’ “hope you enjoyed the session, please come back again” sending a winked towards you. you leave her room feeling a lack of tension and a little bit embarrassed about whatever the hell just happened but you’ll definitely come back for another ‘massage’ in the future.
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yippe wahoo yaayyy giselle 😳
tags: @karinaskitty
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seullovesme · 23 days
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sore arms » park sooyoung
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pairing ⥬ park sooyoung
genre ⥬ fluff
summary ⥬ after sooyoung spent a night in your room, your arms seem to be a little weak. weird..
warnings ⥬ mentions of sex
WC ⥬ 0.9k
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you walk out of your room, stretching your arms above your head while letting out a yawn. you make your way to the smell of breakfast coming from the kitchen, and you see seungwan over by the stove and joohyun by the sink.
"morning, sleepyhead. did you sleep well?" joohyun asked after noticing you standing over by the kitchen counter.
you hummed. "i'd say so. why are you two up so early?" the oldest looked over to the clock that hung on the wall, the time reading 9:34. she let out an airy laugh, looking at you with one eyebrow raised in amusement.
"this is early?" you nod, smiling dumbly at how silly it sounded now that she said it out loud. she sighed. "what could you guys do without me?"
"hey, i'm the one cooking over here!" seungwan chimes in and you notice that she was making one of your favorites. she turns around and sees you staring at the food she has yet to cook. "you wanna help me out? the more hands, the quicker we finish."
"sure!" you went over to where she was standing and observed the food laid out. you felt yourself drooling over it, seungwan always made your favorites taste incredible.
she pulls out a pan and a wooden spoon, handing you it before placing the pan in a new spot on the burner. "okay, just put it in the pan and mix it around till it's cooked. make sure not to let it sit for too long or it will stick together." she instructs and you nod, beginning to stir away.
not even 5 minutes in, you feel the muscles in your forearm burn like hell. you try to power through, but the burn is just so strong and your arm is worn "unnie, can you take it for a minute." you give the spoon back to the squirrel as she just judges you with her eyes.
"seriously? come on, don't be lazy, it cooks fast. here." she motions to give it back, but you whine and push it away.
"no unnie, i can't. shit, my forearm hurts so bad." you groan, holding your arm while opening and closing your hand, the sensation intensifying when your muscle contracts. joohyun comes from behind you and grabs you, her face ridden with concern.
she press into the top part of your forearm, the big muscle, and you yelp at the pain, jolting away from her. she grabs hold of you again and continues to press all the spots leading up to your wrist, and you let her do her thing but not without biting down on your other fist.
"all your muscles are so tense and strained, what did you do? were you working out last night?" she interrogates, gently massaging you as she talks.
your face flushes at her last question because you were certainly working out last night. joohyun sees how red your face is and squints at you in a suspecting manner.
you clear your throat. "no, i was just resting all last night in my room, no activities." you state calmly. she was about to say something when the sound of a door shutting startles her.
it caught all your attentions, everybody silently waiting for the person to appear.
"smells good! is the food done yet?" sooyoung says cheerily, trying to fix her messy hair. joohyun glances at her disheveled figure and looks to you, noticing how your hair was messy as well.
she looks back to sooyoung and sees that she was in one of your oversized tees with your shorts on. it was the one always in your basket when she did laundry.
once she realizes, she turns to seungwan who looked like she had seen a ghost. seemed like she realized the same thing as her. joohyun dropped your arm and backed away. "ew!"
she wiped her hands on her pants and rushed to the sink, washing her hands aggressively with soap.
"what? what's ew?" you held your arm.
"you and sooyoung! i touched that hand, gross!" she hollered. your cheeks felt hot as you bit your lip in embarrassment.
seungwan just stared at you with her mouth open in shock. "that's why your arm is sore.. you freak!" she went back to cooking, shaking her head trying not to imagine the two of you in bed together. she was also mumbling something along the lines of 'horny sex addicts'.
sooyoung laughed before coming to hug you from behind. "don't worry, they're just mad they aren't getting any." you snorted a laugh, offending the bunny and hamster.
"as if, i could get anyone i wanted in the snap of a finger." joohyun boasted to deny the statement.
"oh yeah? then what happened with that girl you were going out with?"
joohyun huffed at the mention of her failed attempt at getting her own partner. "im leaving. seungwan, call me when the food is ready." she stormed away, disappearing into the hallway.
as joohyun left, seulgi came in, glancing back at the angry bunny that just passed her. she pointed at the slamming door and looked at you and sooyoung.
"what's up with unnie?" she asked innocently, not knowing anything about what just happened. you both shrugged.
"sexual frustration, it makes people crazy i guess." the tall girl suggested. seulgi nodded slowly, trying to think about that. sounded true to her, so she just went straight to bothering the shortest by eating the food that she cooked, getting yelled at and hit by the little chef.
what an eventful morning after such an eventful night.
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theggning · 2 years
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WIP Game
Thank you for the tag, @memaidraws!
Rules: Post the names of all the files in your WIP folder, regardless of how non-descriptive or ridiculous. Let people send you an ask with the title that most intrigues them and then post a little snippet of it or tell them something about it! and then tag as many people as you have WIPs.
Fallout 4
Bootyverse 5: Honey You Got a Big Storm Comin'
Bootyverse 6: Oh No
Bootyverse 6.5/7: PURE INDULGENCE
Unnumbered Bootyverse Entry: "Hey That'd Be Hot"
Bring Me the Heart of Snow White
Tinkertoy
Ace Attorney
Post-AA3 Godot (Because Capcom Could Not Be Bothered)
Soul Calibur (YES REALLY OKAY)
Valentine Origin Story
Tagging @tanaleth, @anonymouscosmos, @mars-colony, @marvilus-magpie, @girlwithakiwi, @lyrangalia, and anyone else with WIPs they want to play with.
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kittenkkuras · 2 months
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teach me — j. wonyoung x m. sakura
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synopsis: sakura finds innocent!wonyoung watching porn, mirroring the porn star's actions.
warnings: stepcest. guided masturbation. wonyoung calling sakura ‘unnie’. kkura praising wony. fingering. slight choking. pillow humping. innocent!virgin!wonyoung. micromanipulation?
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sakura never would have thought she'd come home to her stepsister watching porn, in their living room floor, with a pillow in between her legs, desperately trying to replicate what she was watching. wonyoung, this poor girl, she doesn't even know what she's doing. but sakura kind of expected that already. wonyoung had always been the good, innocent one. the one mommy and daddy raised with undivided attention. a straight A student, never been clubbing, never went to parties, hell, the girl only has what, four or five friends, even, so it definitely is a shock to see her doing... this.
“hng, why doesn't it feel good... no...” sakura hears the girl whining before changing the video with the remote. wonyoung doesn't even notice sakura standing just by the doorway, she just tried humping her pillow again. she looked so desperate and about to cry—it was funny. the older couldn't help but laugh at how frustrated the girl was. “it doesn't feel good because you're doing it wrong.” wonyoung yelped in shock, body jumping just slightly off her pillow when she heard her sister's voice. “u-unnie! you're home? why? i mean–! why are you home so early, yup! that's what i mean.” wonyoung was obviously panicking while trying to find where her shorts went. sakura just laughed as she dropped her bag on the couch.
“wonyoung-ah, relax.” sakura sighed as she crouched down, facing wony's blushing cheeks. “why are you doing this, mhm? did someone ask you to do this?” sakura asked with a soft voice, holding wony's hand. wonyoung shook her head as she bit her lower lip before answering; “it's just... i don't know! all my friends have been talking about how good this would feel and i don't know... so i asked yujin about it and she laughed at me for not knowing!” sakura coos at wony's frustrated words, a small smile forming her lips. “that's why you wanted to try it out on your own, is that it?” wonyoung nodded slowly.
“alright, look at me.” sakura brings a hand to cup the girl's cheek, making the younger look at her. “it does feel good, unnie's tried it before.” sakura started her other hand caressing wonyoung's leg. “really, unnie? why can't i do it? can you teach me, unnie? please?” the younger girl's words made sakura laugh internally. god, was she that desperate? she didn't even have to manipulate wonyoung into anything, wonyoung wanted her to teach her. “of course, baby. but we have to keep it a secret, do you understand?” wonyoung nodded excitedly before sakura pulled away. “okay, baby. take your top off for me.”
“eh? why do i have to? most the other girls in those videos have their shirt on.” wony tilts her head as she settles herself once again atop of her pillow, innocent eyes looking up to meet sakura's. “trust me on this, princess. i know better than those girls, mhm?” sakura took one bed pillow from their couch, which she assumed was brought by the younger as well and straddled on it, facing wonyoung. she then took her top off, completely leaving her half naked as she straddled on the pillow, just like her younger stepsister. “alright, wony. first you have to play with your boobs, like this.” sakura cupper her tits and started fondling them. wonyoung, as meekly as as could, started doing the same. wonyoung kept her eyes on her older sister's hand, watching every move her fingers do, so it was so easy for wonyoung to do the same when sakura slipped her nipples in between two fingers, pinching on it gently. this made wonyoung squirm—fuck, she's so sensitive. sakura noticed how wonyoung was biting back her moans. “wonyoung-ah, it doesn't feel good because you're not feeling yourself... let yourself go and just moan! it feels so much better doing this without having to worry about anything.” sakura said, one hand now cupping wony's cheek.
wonyoung could only look at sakura's eyes, she doesn't know what to do. being this close to her sister made her feel hot... naughty, even. she started to move her hips slowly against the pillow. parting her lips, she breathes out softly, “k-kkura unnie...” she whimpered and sakura couldn't help but to drag her hand down from her cheeks to wonyoung's neck, gripping on it briefly before replacing wonyoung's hands over the younger's tits with her own. “good girl, wony. you're already getting a hang of it.” sakura teasingly whispered against the younger's lips, letting her tiers brush against wonyoung's before pulling away.
the sudden loss of sakura's hand from her tits made her whine, but before she could even complain, sakura was quick to tell her the next step. “alright, now that you're... doing that, try using your palm too.” confused, wony tilts her head. “like this?” she repositions herself, now straddled slightly above her palm too. wonyoung could feel how warm her pussy is... she's never felt this before, she doesn't want to stop. not even waiting for sakura's reply, wonyoung just went ahead and started humping both her pillow and palm. the feeling of the fabric against her clothed cunt and the pressure her palm was giving her was enough to make wonyoung moan, lips parted as strings of soft moans and words to call out for sakura escaped past them. sakura could only watch in awe through her eyes full of lust. sakura too, could feel herself get wet just by watching her sister touch herself.
“u-unnie, i want more, please.” wonyoung says as she looks at sakura with her innocent, doe eyes. how can sakura say no to that? sakura gave wonyoung a smile and got up from her position from before, removing wony's hand from her cunt. no words were exchanged between the stepsisters, but sakura took the liberty to slip her hands under wonyoung's pair of panties, making the younger gasp out with the sudden touch of sakura's soft palm against the softness of her bare, wet cunt. “mhm, you sure were enjoying that, weren't you?” sakura teases making wonyoung blush even more and look away. sakura hated that, she uses her free hand to force wonyoung to face her. “watch me. watch this.” sakura didn't waste any more time and went ahead to moving her palm in circular motions against wonyoung's pussy. wonyoung, on the other hand, had her brows furrowed as she moans out for her sister. sakura places her free hand over wonyoung's waist, as if telling the younger to move her hips against her palm.
wonyoung, like the obedient girl that she is, moves her hips along with the movements of sakura's palm against her. it was driving her insane, but even more so when sakura took one of her nipples into her mouth and started kissing the sensitive bud. wonyoung pushes her chest more against sakura's mouth, as one hand supported her lower body while the other firmly gripping on sakura's shoulder. “u-unnie! that... that feels so good, a-ah! more, please...” wonyoung says in between moans. the younger lifts herself up and removes her panties, now completely naked for her sister. sakura liked how eager she was. as a reward, sakura sucked on a patch of skin just above wonyoung's right nipple, marking wonyoung as hers. this made the girl wince in pain, but that was soon brushed off as she lowered herself back against sakura's hand. however, when sakura's middle finger slipped right inside wonyoung's hole, the younger almost jumped in pain and shock. sakura was in shock too, but was faster to recover and started wooing the younger. she knew wonyoung was innocent, but she never actually thought the girl was a virgin? wonyoung hasn't even tried to touch herself. not once?
“you're okay, baby. unnie's here, wonyoung-ah, sshh.” wonyoung sniffled back her tears, wanting to be her unnie's good girl. “it's okay, princess, it'll feel better, mhm?” wonyoung could only nod at her sister. to make the younger feel better, sakura used her other hand to ease wonyoung's clit, rubbing on it in slow circles. “you're so naughty, wonyoung-ah. look at how hard your clit is for your older sister.” wonyoung squirms under sakura's touches and soon enough, she was moving her hips on her own. wonyoung couldn't even think at this point. she felt so tight around sakura's fingers and it felt so good inside her. even more so when sakura started to curl her finger inside as wonyoung practically fucked herself in it. the older can't help but to start touching herself too. using her free hand, sakura started to rub herself to her sister's moans.
“a-ah! f-f-fuck... finger... so good... unnie...” wonyoung couldn't even form a proper sentence, for god's sake. pain, lust, embarrassment for being this desperate for her sister's touch—she was feeling everything all at once and it was driving her to the edge. wonyoung clenches her cunt and tightens her walls around sakura's lone finger making sakura groan. “s-something's coming, unnie... stop, please! feels weird!” but just as wonyoung stopped moving her body, it was sakura's queue to make the girl cum. pushing wonyoung down to the floor, sakura straddle's the younger's frame. sakura sat just above wonyoung's thighs, her finger never left wonyoung's hole. the older started to hump wonyoung's thigh the same time she slipped another finger inside wonyoung, which made wonyoung wince in pain and tried to push her hand away. but sakura was stronger than the girl. “take it, wonyoung. you're unnie's good girl. take it.” sakura's words were endearing but her tone was firm. it didn't give wonyoung a lot of choice but to just accept what's she's given.
wonyoung started to feel a knot forming her stomach and her pussy getting more sensitive with every thrust of sakura's fingers. her moans are getting louder and needier. “cum for me, angel. cum for unnie.” and true enough wonyoung was squirming violently under sakura as she came hard around the older's fingers, coating the digits with white cream, which sakura absolutely loved. the older helped wony ride her high and as wony's breath stabilize, sakura pulled her digits out and sucked them clean with her mouth. wonyoung was eyeing her the whole time and wanted to have a taste, so wonyoung pulled her sister down and kissed her sloppily—she didn't know how, but she loved the taste of her innocence in sakura's mouth.
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“The one who buried the beloved, was also you.”
—— blade/yingxing x reader (VERY lightly implied dan feng x you)
BACKGROUND: You're a short-lived species who arrived to the xianzhou alongside Yingxing in the merchant ships (perhaps childhood sweethearts??), you've been in a relationship for a few years now and while Yingxing is gruff and rough around the edges, he's nevertheless besotted with you and fiercely in love with you; a happy ending to this story seems likely —— until you get struck with the mara-disease.
AKA this is half-assed narrative and half-assed word vomit, I just want to add more pain and suffering to Blade's past while being self-indulgent trash :D
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yingxing has seen the mara disease so many times before, during the war and within the ships with their citizens, especially once their times passed the five hundred mark and madness slowly creeps in. their faces had mostly been obscured by golden flowers and twisting branches the first time he saw the corpses, but throughout the years he's seen many variations of them.
faces contorted in agony, twisted in fear and despair, or slack and numb as roots wriggled out of their skin and flowers bloomed over their eyes, and most often they would be driven into mara-struck madess and insane bloodlust in their rampages.
yingxing never expects the mara to fall upon you.
if yingxing tries to look back on it, perhaps it had started way more earlier than they'd known — perhaps it was the itching, the little scratches healing faster than they should, the headaches and the daydreaming. it doesn't quite strike either of you until one day you are screaming as golden lines split your skin, as little branches claw their way out of your arms, and small buds blossom from the wounds on your flesh. it's sudden and unexpected and terrifying and you are hunched over yourself trembling and shivering and sweating as he tries to hold you, a hand hovering over the tiny blossoms that grows out of your neck and collarbone, the tiny roots wriggling out of your arms, and it gets progressively worse from thereon.
this can't be happening, you say
i'm scared, you say
please believe me, you say
(because you're a short-lived species, and the only way you could've been struck with mara like this is for you to receive the plague author's blessing)
yingxing believes you (yingxing loves you)
you are frightened and terrified and yingxing can only hold you through the tears and terror and confusion and pleasedon'thatemeyingxing
perhaps, if it had been just the blessings of the abundance, it would've been fine. there are countless individuals within the ship who use the power of the abundance in medicine and aid, after all. but roots continue to wiggle and settle over your skin like bangles and chains, golden flowers begin sprouting from the buds in your flesh, and even your eyes and hair starts losing their colors.
you try to snip the blossoms and the locks of hair and the branches, and the wounds only heal over and over and over again, each time faster than before, the blooms brighter and livelier than the last, and the tips of your hair take on the color of dry blood and your eye color melt into the gold of the mara disease.
you are in pain, you are in agony and miserable, and eventually, even your memories and sense of self start deteriorating amidst a haze of golden petals and blood.
you start asking if it would be better to die "while you still can" (you are afraid of becoming like the mara-struck soldiers in the game), but yingxing doesn't allow you to.
this cannot be happening, yingxing thinks.
it breaks yingxing to watch you like this, but no one else can know. xianzhou will see you dead for suspicions of worshipping the plague author. he can only hold you during the nights and soothe your fits until you settle like a docile beast in his arms, and then during the day, he researches
yingxing puts aside the forgery for as long as he possibly can without arousing suspicions and throws himself into mara research discreetly, but there's not much he can find. access to advanced texts are restricted and he only learns about as much as anyone interested in the mara disease knows, but one thing is for sure —— there's no documented recovery from the mara in the centuries of the xianzhou history.
become mara-struck, and you either die in a flurry of golden flowers or are striked down by the cloud knights.
(there's another thing yingxing eventually finds out, as well —— this is no accident. someone caused this to you)
(yingxing will hunt them down to the farthest reach of the stars, and he will not stop until they are dead. whoever did this will wish they hadn't been born.)
if yingxing cannot find anything about how to recover from the mara, perhaps then he could find a way to control the disease, prevent it from hurting you as it was doing now, prevent it from turning you into a mad creature. it wasn't too late yet, and yingxing refuses to give up on you.
yingxing turns to imbibitor lunae and the scalegorge waterscape — the sacred abode of the vidyadhara, a race devoted to the sealing and guard of the ambrosial arbor, and that becomes one amongst the many mistakes he will have commited.
in the future, the man - yingxing - who will become known as blade will look back on this moment and laugh — madly, loudly, hatefully, as he lives on cursing his life and that of two other sinners.
you are dead, and yingxing could not save you
you are dead, and blade wants to die
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BECAUSE I DON'T WANT TO CONTINUE NARRATING:
There are a LOT of layers to what I want to be happening in the premise of this short. For example, I wanted to write that the ones responsible for "you", as a short-lived species, going mara-struck was a result of sabotaging and conflict with Sanctus Medicus (or whatever antagonist there is during the events of Dan Feng and Yingxing's crimes), who wanted to sow strife amidst the Xianzhou. There's a lot of plot going on that my little brain can't be bothered to rationalize.
During his research on mara and trying to find out HOW you turned mara, he begins suspecting of foul play and unearths quite a bit of shit within the Xianzhou. There's a lot of sketchy shit, some not related at all to what he wants to know, and it paints numerous targets of Yingxing.
Their main targets would actually be Jing Liu (who some time later on succumbs to mara and goes on a murderous rampage) and many other higher ups and important figures to different areas of the Xianzhou. In trying to discreetly trigger or infect mara to others, they also partook in indiscriminate damage in hopes one of their targets will be caught unawares and be infected with something that can trigger or coax out the mara disease, and "you" were caught in the crossfire and ended up mara struck (or perhaps you were intentionally targeted as well, can't decide on this) as a short-lived species collateral. Many of the other short-lived species die during this period of time.
By some twist of fate or whatever, your descent into mara isn't instantaneous and is instead painful, slow and with a clear consciense of the changes in your body, but it's only slowed, and your body can't adjust to mara like how Blade and Jing Liu will in the future.
Ying Xing, however, clings to the hope you can mantain your clarity and sense of self, and what he wanted to do in this short is research the vidyadhara's records to see if he could seal away your mara or contain your disease. When that wasn't enough, he will perhaps 1) try to find some other way, 2) try to see if Dan Feng can find a way to contain your mara disease, or at least delay it until something can be done because this wasn't your fault.
Instead, what happens is that Dan Feng kills you.
Dan Feng sees you and you are half consumed with flowers even though you aren't being violent or crazed, you've tanked the attacks of many other cloud knights and mara-struck alike and are covered in blood and tatters while everyone's dead. Your sins are set in stone (are they really?) and your ending is only a matter of time, so Imbibitor Lunae - although pained - decides to put you down and lay you to rest. He tries to kill you - and either fails or obliterates your sense of self so all that remains is a corpse that keeps healing - and then seals/buries your regenerating body into the Scalegorge Waterscape.
Dan Feng's actions are an act of compassion, love and mercy in his eyes. He buries you in Scalegorge Waterscape, where your rest will be undisturbed and none shall desecreate your body, not even the Xianzhou will be able to part the seas of Scalegorge.
But that and what Yingxing sees are different. (they also think differently lmao)
After Yingxing reaches Scalegorge amidst all the chaos that would be happening, he would only know you were hurt very, very badly. Blood, flowers, tattered clothes. Lots of fighting, arguing, etc.
Ending is that - as mentioned - despite his efforts otherwise, Yingxing sees your body cast into the abyss of the Scalegorge Waterscape and sealed there, left to rot in the darkness and cold of an artificial sea.
Afterwards, he himself becomes mara-struck and then is sent of to be killed over and over again by Jing Liu lmao. He wants to die, but he cannot.
At some point in time, he almost forgets that his name is Yingxing and he had loved someone who died unjustly amidst internal conflict and everything, but it comes back to him when he escapes and becomes Blade.
EVERYTHING here is just self-indulgent brainstorming. NGL it could've been better.
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So I am invested into the GG Rivals AU its so good, your Etho and Gem dynamic has me in brain rot. It's making me think of the brother song, even if they're not siblings
"Big brother I'm just like you! No matter what you can say I can do! I'll follow you until the day I can smile at you and say, big brother I'm just like you."
Just as that admiration turns into disgust as Etho becomes apart of the one thing she stands against.
Lovely song, and it works so well, too! In my mind, the two of them did used to have somewhat of a sibling relationship. Or, at least, they were very close once upon a time.
The village they grew up in was very small, with the population being only a few dozen people or so. It was a very tight-knit community. He played with her and the other kids her age, he taught her how to hunt, how to wield a sword, corrected her stance when it was needed.
She admired him, looked up to him as one would an older brother. She wanted to, just as the song says, be just like him. She was like a kid sister to him, and he wanted nothing but the best for her.
Though she pretended to be strong and gave him a warm send off, she cried when he left for the army. She was hurt that he never came back. She doesn't know if he lived or died. She doesn't know which would hurt less.
She still tries to follow in his footsteps. Subconsciously every move she makes is inspired by his advice from her youth, her skills honed from the basics that she learned under his guiding hand. She wants to make the memory of him proud of her. Etho can see this, and it makes his heart ache. He never wanted her to follow behind him. He never wanted this, and Gem doesn't know it.
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