#i wish i had the patience to draw more buttons

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Chapter Eight

“Will you have a Bailey’s dear?”

“Oh yeah, thank you, that’d be lovely.”

Claire’s mother Cassandra, who could genuinely be her older sister, strokes her hand down my cheek to my chin and makes an affectionate clucking sound in the same way that her daughter does. They’re alike in so many ways that it’s almost frightening, clones of one another, the understated beauty, the way they’re always touching you, the plump, pouty mouth. Cassandra is the most glamorous woman in Tullamore and everybody knows it. She’s soft cashmere and velvet, the colour champagne and the smell of vanilla, and tonight she’s dressed in beige and white, patient stiletto heels clicking across the tile in her enormous kitchen to get a carved crystal glass for my liqueur. 

“She won’t be long, love.” She calls out to me as I perch on a settee by their roaring fire in the next room, its mantle adorned with eucalyptus leaves and a dozen white pillar candles. 

“Oh it’s fine.” I say. “I’m alright with waiting, your house is so cosy.”

“Oh, thank you.” She replies, delighted, and hands me the glass, half a strawberry floating amongst the ice cubes. “We’re doing a white and gold theme this year for Christmas, since we had our walls painted in Elephant’s Breath last summer I thought we could keep it neutral.”

“It’s beautiful, you’ve done an amazing job.”

“Oh darling, you’re so nice.” She moves around the room looking for something, all long legs like a gazelle, and then peeps under the coffee table to grab a magazine. “I’m going to go into Barry in the other room, he’s watching a film if you’d like to join us.”

“Oh, no I’m fine here.” I say, and she leaves me by the fire where I curl my legs up underneath me and watch the flames dancing in the dim lamp light, sipping from my glass while the logs crackle and I feel like a kid on Christmas in some 90’s movie like Miracle on 34th Street or Home Alone. It’s the day after Christmas so all of the presents have been opened, but Cassandra leaves fake ones under the tree. I think they’re just empty cardboard boxes but they’re wrapped in gold foil paper and tied up beautifully with silk ribbons with the kind of patience and care that I know I will never have for something so arbitrary as a Christmas present, never mind a fake one. I fantasise, the way I often do when I’m by myself in Claire’s house, that I grew up here and had this wonderful, perfect childhood where I got everything I ever wished for and life was always beautiful. 

My phone goes off and I’m distracted from my daydreams as I take it out of my pocket to see a notification on my Instagram. I tap to open the app and read it, and it’s just Marnie commenting on one of my recent drawings. 

Ugh, so talented. 

I hit the home button and the app instantly takes me to a picture Shane uploaded earlier in the day that I haven’t seen yet. I do a double take when I see it. It’s him and Jen. I stare at it for ages, taking it all in, the way that they have their heads smushed together in the frame, both of them grinning. The caption is: The state of us lol. 

It is disquieting to see it for some reason, and as I look down at my phone in my hand I remember my encounter with Jen in that cocktail bar back in November and how she’d mentioned some get together with all the old gang. Here is photographic evidence that it happened, and Shane went, even though he never told me that he did. I stare at the photo some more, Jen has commented underneath it, something about how bad they both look, and then I notice something else in the background of the photo. 

It’s a hand on a table, the rest of the person off screen but I know instinctively who it belongs to by its long painterly fingers, my insides start feeling like something is bouncing around in my guts and before I can stop myself I have already tapped on Jen’s profile. It’s like my body is invaded by something, and it just takes over from my brain and starts performing automated movements, scrolling, tapping, scrolling, tapping. I go to her followers list and start trawling through hundreds of names, nothing familiar, nobody I know, until…

I stop. There it is. NotJTurner. The little icon next to it is the back of his head, a black puffer coat on him, looking out over a winter sky streaked with clouds, and I want to snort with derision. He really is so pretentious, it pisses me off. I tap on the icon anyway. 

There are no photographs of him on the profile. The whole thing is this immaculately curated mood board, every picture taken with what must be some expensive DSLR camera, edited perfectly to fit the theme and capture city life. A man walks his dog while drinking from a takeaway coffee cup in the snow. Two girls climb out of a taxi on a wet night, the lights of the city smeared and reflected on the slick tarmacadam. A symmetrical shot of a skyline, a building with a hundred windows and then a vast expanse of clear cyan sky in the negative space it creates. The more I look the angrier I get and I don’t know why. All of these carefully selected pictures of this perfect Berlin life, everything so aesthetically pleasing, all of it so goddamned good. I hate that he’s good. He’s supposed to be terrible, he’s supposed to be as awful as the feelings he ran away and left me with.

But I can’t look away. Dotted here and there among the street photography are pictures from exhibitions, some sculpture work he’s presumably doing at college and then like me, he’s photographed his sketchbooks, and they’re breathtaking. Deep, dark and moody, faces emerging from blackness on the page. The way he’s captured expression and movement would put stars in Ida’s eyes, and I linger on one page that just hands, some draped over the edge of a bathtub with wrists exposed, dirt beneath the nails, skin taut over the veins, knuckles rough and scabbed and yet they look like they’re ready to start moving off the page. He never showed me his work that summer, I never knew, he never told me it was like this, and I feel more humiliated than ever that I let him see my stupid, childish work that night after the graveyard. And I think of the way he looked at me and said these are really good. I huff out of my nostrils. What a liar. 

I start scrolling faster through the images, blood rushing through me and throb in my face and I know that if anyone asked me I’d have no way of explaining this reaction and this flood of strange feelings that have crashed over me, how the meagre act of looking at someone’s instagram profile could make me feel with such intensity. 

I stop dead with confusion when I see something else among the other posts. Is that… me? Am I looking at my own face? 

I become still and look, and keep looking. Is it really? I stare at the screen and wonder if I’m just making things up out of self-obsession, but it’s undeniable that the face in front of me is my own. Or rather, the faces. Somewhere in the depths of his profile, way down near the bottom is a photograph of a collection of drawings. There are five heads all arranged on a page, each one with a different expression, confusion, scepticism, surprise, contentment, and another that I become transfixed on because I don’t recognise it right away. The girl on the page has bare shoulders, long, unkempt hair that’s coming across her forehead in loose strands over her low straight brows. Her eyes are bright and engaged, and sparkling, as you might even say if you were feeling generous. Her head is tilted forward and the corner of her mouth quirked upwards to create this cheeky, mischievous expression that I never knew I had. When have I ever made that face? 

He’s made me look so free and so easy and so beautiful that I’m sure he’s taken creative liberties. I don’t ever really look like that. These versions of me are from somebody’s imagination, like they’re a character who’s wearing a mask of my face and has enhanced all of the best parts and ignored the way that my shoulders are always hunched and there’s a line etched between my eyebrows. When did he draw these? Why did he draw these? I read the caption. 

Old work. 

That’s all. Of course he doesn’t say anything about who the girl in the drawings is, or what compelled him to draw her, but why would he? There’s a big piece of me that wishes that he’d shown me these before, emailed them to me, anything. How old are they? Are they from that summer on the beach, or sometime afterwards? My mind drifts back to my bedroom in Tullamore where there is a sketchbook hidden away in a big plastic box beneath my bed that contains my own clumsy attempts at drawing him. I remember doing them in the middle of some emotional episode and feeling like I was in some way creating a bridge between our distance, relishing each little zing of pleasure I felt as I remembered another little detail about his beautiful face that I could put to paper. But you couldn’t waterboard those drawings out of me now, never mind convince me to put them up on the internet. 

When I hear Claire coming down the stairs I hastily put my phone back into my pocket. “Hello gorgeous.” She says as she sweeps into the room. “Are you ready to hit the road?”

“Yes!” I say, and I grab my half full glass of Baileys from the coffee table so I can gulp it down in one go. It doesn’t even make me wince. “Let’s get moving.”

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#sims #sims 4 #ts4 #simlit #sims 4 story #sims story #writing #fiction #romance #sims 4 storytelling #sims storytelling #sims4 storytelling #lucky girl part 2

[refractiveame]

Memoriam of Calamity

"A stunning jeweled statue, found in the depths of a smoldering cavern. The two gems dance in intertwined chaos, a breathtaking site that refuels my desire to finish this journey's quota and return to my family." - Captain Olimar... Probably.

This piece was inspired and based around Pikmin 2's treasures Essence of Rage and Essence of Despair; imagining how these treasures may have been found in jewelery before their new purpose as a galactic freight company's debt recovery asset.

But to get to the fun part, this piece is a 20" total length necklace in sterling silver with a 14k gold button on the flower, featuring a lab created rose cut ruby and emerald. I hand made the leaves and the flower and ordered the chain and the mounting for the stones.

Figuring out how to create a natural looking leaf that still resembled the classic pikmin leaf was far more challenging than i had anticipated going into this project. After some testing with different initial shapes and thicknesses i found something i was happy with. Essentially i cut a flat piece of silver that fit my dimensions and matched a drawing i had assumed to turn out well and then used a dapping set to do the shaping. (A dapping set being a small steel block with many spherical holes of many different sizes and a corresponding set of steel punches that have spherical ends to match the holes of the block)

After curving the piece into one curve i would take round nose pliers and bend the end up to give it a sensible shape and one that complements it being used as the connection between chain and center of the pendant. For the very tip of the leaf i took the same pliers and carefully bent the other way to loop the end for a oring to fit through for the chain, then soldered that loop i created shut to ensure sturdiness of the pendant.

In retrospect i wish i had tried to add the detailing you see in the finished piece before rounding to see if a more even and clean carving could have been achieved.

I moved on to the flower which i did some quick maths to determine the size and where to cut the slits to split it into petals. It largely followed the same process as the leaf of cut to shape, cut the reliefs for the petals, and round with the dapping set. But after rounding i took a small round ball bur to the center to allow me to solder a small gold ball to it to better resemble the flower in game.

Here i wish i had better understood how exactly to shape the petals the way i wished as i was not consciously expecting the petals to touch again after being rounded. But i still am stumped as to what the best way to shape a piece like this is given the size and precision i was wanting with the curves on the sides of the petals.

After carefully attaching the pieces together with a few third hands and some patience i began the detailing process which was rather tedious but simple. I applied sharpie to the leaves and scratched in a pattern i felt fit the shape to give the impression of a leaf's vascular system before following that up with a kraus bur, small ball bur, and rubber wheels.

For the flower i added some slight folding of the petals by using a kraus bur to indent it as the petal sprawled from its center, then went back over it with a heavy rubber wheel to smooth out the sharp ruts of removed metal, giving it a wavy, fold like effect that doesn't capture well on camera.

And i added a brush finished to the leaves but left the "veins" high polished to give it an appealing contrast and prevent it from easily looking bad due to greasy/dirty fingers touching the polished silver.

Attached the chain with some simple orings and moved on.

Thusly i arrived at the most stressful and final part of the journey, Bezel setting these roze cuts. For someone who knew what they were doing this would be a breeze but as someone who had never set a stone bezel style nor done so on a pendant that would be hard to grasp firmly this was quite a challenge for me. After getting advice from my elder coworkers on the process i got to work using an inverted conical bur to shape the inside of the mountings to set the stone, periodically checking if the stone would snap in so as to prevent making the cuts too deep. I still fucked that up and made the emerald's seat too big and it took a very mighty effort to get it snugly set in there.

In the process of setting these stones i greatly marred the edges of the bezel, more so than one would expect, and had to spend multiple hours tediously fixing the dents and scraps with a rubber wheel under the microscope, making sure to be hyper aware of my positioning so as not to scratch the stone with the abrasive wheel.

After much trials I finally managed to get the stones tight and good looking without a gross amount of damage to them and took to a final polishing pass. Showed it off to my coworkers and then promptly bagged it up to give to it's recipient this weekend.

Took approx 15 hours give or take 1, most of which was fixing mistakes and decided on leaf shapes.

#jewelry #handmade #pikmin

[p0ssywhippedcream]

I have an idea: Giving sweet Matsuda a treat from under the desk at work ;)

hiya sweetpie, this is one of the ones I'd finished and deleted by accident. Thank you so much for your patience!

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Matsuda's body awkwardly moves to position his head under his desk in order to find what was tapping his knee. He almost pees himself when your smiling face stares back at him.

"Hi." You say.

"What're are you doing?" He whisper-yells, still in a state of shock.

"Saying hi. Hi."

"Hi, why are you under my desk?"

"To say hi. Hi."

"Hi, why else?"

Your smile grows mischievous. "Give you a little gift."

"What do you me-"

"Matsuda!!" Chief Yagami's voice roars across the room.

"Yes sir!" Matsuda hits his head as he emerges from underneath the desk.

"What are you doing over there?"

"Dropped-.. a pen."

Yagami's bushy eyebrows meet.

"Get back to work." He throws over his shoulder as he walks away.

Right as Matsuda turns back to his computer, a set of teasing hands is on him again. They trail up his thighs and to his pants buckle, fumbling with the buttons aimlessly. He hears you curse and say something about waiting for this all day.

"Y/n!" He doesn't quite lower his head as low this time but he makes sure he can see your eyes. "What are you doing?"

"Told you, giving you a little gift. You just sit tight-" You enunciate the words with a pop of his buttons, "-and enjoy. Try to be quiet, 'kay?"

He can hardly answer before you're dragging his body forward with firm hands on his calves. His entire lower body is covered by the desk so nobody can see it; therefore meaning nobody can see you either.

Once your hands have shimmied his pants open enough pull his quickly-hardening cock out, you pause and ask "Is this okay?"

Matsuda nodded and realized you couldn't see him and said, "Yes, of course," Then the tip of his cock meets your mouth just as he mutters, "Thank you..."

Your mouth swallows the head easily, the salty precum rubbing the back of your throat. Your tongue flickers around the ridges, drinking in the feeling of the throbbing cock sitting heavily on your tongue.

Matsuda almost faints when you begin to move, allowing more of him inside the tight, wet cavern. His brain draws a blank when his balls finally hit your chin, all he can think is how he wished he could see your pretty face right now. You always look gorgeous taking his dick.

He tries to focus on the blinking black line on the empty canvas of his work but he just can't. You just feel so damn gooddddd, oh fuck is he seriously about to cum already?

No, it's only been... three minutes?! He glances at the time and flushes even harder with embarrassment. You wouldn't mind if he came this soon right? I mean you expected it eventually and it's not like he usually lasts long with the feeling of your mouth on him anyway.

Fuck, okay. It's not like he's able to hold back anyway, he was fooling himself pretending he had a choice. And he clearly doesn't because his thighs seize against his will and his hands jolt from where they rest shaking on the armchairs, both signs he's about to orgasm.

His cock spurts in your mouth, spilling hot semen down your throat as his hips jerk to meet your face eagerly. He stiffs a cry with a fist in his mouth, nearly brought to tears by the sheer force of it combining with the terribly powerful pleasure you give.

"Fuck..." He murmurs as he pulls a saliva-covered hand from his mouth and pants heavily in his now sweaty seat.

Suddenly your face appears on his now re-clothed crotch with a grin.

"Feel good?"

#ticket 🎟️ time #24 hour ticket #24 hour 🎟 #🎟️ time #🎟️ ticket time #ticket time #deathnote matsuda #deathnote x reader #death note smut #mastuda x reader #touta matsuda #touta matsuda x reader #touta matsuda x reader smut #matsuda x reader smut #matsuda #deathnote matsuda x reader smut

[get-wr3ckered]

| Karma- (GN Reader x The Bad Batch) |

Warnings: None I guess? There's like one threat in here but other than that I don't think there's anything that warrants a warning. Wordcount: 985

Notes:

This is my first attempt at writing anything in the x reader style and I’m actually kinda pleased with how it came out.

Reader has an established nickname/ call sign (hint- it's literally the title).

While Reader is gender neutral, they're AFAB.

Previously I’ve only ever written for OCs so this was a fun little challenge for me.

At this point, this has been through like four rewrites so I'm just gonna post it before I can change my mind about liking it and hope for the best.

I think I’ve added all the appropriate warnings and tags but if I’ve missed something or tagged it incorrectly feel free to let me know and I’ll fix it asap!

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-Chapter One-

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You wanted it to be stated on record that you had played no part in the planning of your current assignment.

Breaking into a Seperatist droid manufacturing facility was not a new experience for you, nor was it the first time you’d found yourself imprisoned by the Seperatists. Truth be told the latter of the two scenarios had occurred a few more times than you were willing to admit but those instances had been at the hands of your own poor planning. The latest capture, however, was in no way, shape or form the result of your own actions.

Allow the Separatists to capture you on purpose, the Jedi Council had said. It would be the easiest way to acquire the information the Council needed, they’d said. One thing the Council, whether purposefully or not, had failed to mention within their infallible plan was the presence of one particular droid look-alike.

Oh how you couldn't wait to shove their plan- and Grievous' ridiculous faceplate- down their throats, once you were face to face with them again.

"Was looking like something a Bantha chewed up and spat out intentional?" You posed in faux thoughtfulness, the thumb and forefinger of your prosthetic hand stroking at your chin dramatically. "Or was that just a not-so-happy accident when you got your work done?"

One of the droids tasked with guarding your cell let out a sound akin to that of a snicker but quickly fell silent when met with a scathing look from Grievous- or what you assumed to be a scathing look, given that his true features were covered making it near impossible to decipher the Seperatist General's expressions.

Now, was goading Grievious and deliberately trying to piss him off a smart move? No, no it was not and you were well aware of such but when it was so easy to press his buttons, you would be remiss to leave such an easy target be.

"You know, if you're looking to get that-" You gestured openly to Grievous in his entirety. "-fixed I know a guy. He worked wonders with my hand after, y'know, you cut it off."

Again one of the droids failed to keep silent, another would-be snicker hanging in the air within their cell. Could droids even snicker? You weren’t sure but the small sound only furthered Grievous' irritation so it was a much-welcomed addition.

"My patience grows thin," Grievous remarked, his attention fixing itself solely on you. "Tell me what I wish to know and I may offer you the mercy of a swift death."

You paused, taking a moment to at least appear as though you were contemplating his oh-so-generous offer.

"Tempting," You hummed, seemingly uncaring that given your chained position it would've been all too easy for Grievous to draw one of his Sabers and slice you into ribbons without much effort. "But this cell's pretty comfy. I think I'll stick around, y'know?"

Grievous fumed, mechanical arm reaching back to tear the head of one of the battle droids clean off.

'Distract Grievous' you thought, 'check'.

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There had been many occasions in which Commander Cody had wanted to throttle you throughout the time you'd known one another.

All too often you'd find yourself in trouble. Your ever-impulsive decisions backfired on you more frequently than he knew you'd ever willingly admit. Yet there Cody would be time and time again, coming to your aid without question.

The same could be said for you though. There had been several occasions in which the 212th had landed in a tricky spot and your transmissions would arrive in the nick of time, containing the information needed to change the tides of battle.

It was like clockwork, really. When one was in need the other appeared seemingly out of nowhere. Obi-Wan had joked once or twice that you and Cody were two sides of the same coin.

Now, stood awaiting the arrival of Clone Force 99, that same wish to throttle you had returned like a persistent, nagging itch.

When he'd heard that you'd once again gotten yourself captured by the separatists, Cody had wasted no time in deploying a squad of his men to retrieve you. He would've gone himself and personally dragged you out of the Seppies' grasp by your ear but the Council had deemed his presence needed elsewhere. Returning from his own deployment to find that his men had failed to spring you from the Separatist camp was unwelcome news, to say the least.

Watching as the Havoc Marauder came into view, landing smoothly across the way allowed Cody to let out a breath of relief he hadn't been aware he'd been holding in. When the ship's ramp lowered, the Batch filing out with their newest addition in tow, Cody was quick to meet them halfway.

"Sergeant," Cody nodded.

"Commander," Hunter responded in turn, removing his helmet and resting it in the crook of his arm. "Your transmission sounded urgent."

Cody offered the group an appreciative nod. "You hightailing it here's appreciated. Unfortunately the situations time sensitive so there's no time to chit-chat."

The way Cody's shoulders were tensed set the Batch on edge, Hunter hearing the nervous pattern his heartbeat had taken on. "Understood, Commander."

"I've already sent a briefing over to Tech," Cody explained while the aforementioned Batcher pulled out his datapad in search of said briefing. "I'll be honest boys, I don't care how you play this one out. Hell, blow the place sky high for all I care just bring them back in one piece."

No one made a sound, not even Wrecker despite the express permission granted to blow something up. The only response Cody received was a swift nod from each of the Batch before they were turning tail back to the Marauder.

The sense of urgency in Cody's words had lit a fire under the Batch, and Maker help anyone who got in their way.

#first fic #star wars #star wars tbb #star wars clone wars #the bad batch #commander cody #clone force 99 #gn reader #x reader #star wars fic

[silversiren1101]

9, 16, and 18!

Oc Asks Game

Hey Spyri! Thanks for the asks! I'll do them for both Mino and Moro!

9. What is your character's trigger point? What makes them angry, sad or makes them go off?

Minovae: Pointless cruelty, abuse of the law, injustice, and selfishness.

Pretty clear-cut, Mino has a bleeding heart as much as she has a sense of righteousness about lawfulness and the "intent" of a laws versus how they're literally interpreted. Her vision for lawful society is one where the laws apply to all equally and consider intent as much as action; where laws more abused than not are stricken from the record and abusers subjected to the hammer of justice; and happiness and health and prioritized far more than any sense of productivity.

Instances of cruelty without point and the law being twisted to hurt the very people she's given her life to serve are enough to draw forth the "Little Linnorm" side of her: expect little mercy.

Other hot-button issues for her are of course racism and classism and other types of prejudice for what someone is rather than who. She's been subjected to much her entire life (and people she cares about!) and has no patience or tolerance for it. She will only ever care about a person's actions in terms of judging them.

Morolai: Disrespect and feeling powerless

Morolai is simple: treat her like she's a goddess on this earth and also make her feel powerful and in-charge. Anything else is going to turn her into a clawing, biting, acid-spitting beast.

Part of that goes into respecting extensions of herself, too, though: her chosen companions and her nation! A dragon is nothing without their hoard, no? Well, things she cares about are part of the hoard. Any disrespect against them is against herself, and she takes such slights incredibly personally.

16. What do they look for in a friend? A love interest?

Minovae: Mino makes friends easily! In fact, it'd be more accurate that people start out as Friend-adjacent to her and are then downgraded when she finds out more about them that she doesn't like, lol. She loves mortals and just the experience of being alive with others and coexisting, that sharing of experiences and stories and knowledge... She values having a varied friend group so she can share in as many lives and experiences as possible! That being said, she looks for friends that aren't pointlessly cruel or maliciously evil.

As for love interests, Mino makes a ton of friends easily because she's demiromantic. It takes a LOT for her to actually fall in love, not really developing any crushes or anything. Her love interests are almost always based on qualities she lacks but subconsciously wishes she had herself. Her first relationship was with a Desnan cleric that was very carefree, didn't quite follow the rules and just did what they thought was 'right', and was very proud of their brightly colored hair and other unorthodox features... Said cleric also left her to die to ghouls, too scared to fight to save her only to perish to them anyways, but... well first loves don't often go that well do they?

With Regill: she admires his ability to be completely unaffected by any prejudice and complete acceptance of himself; wishes she had even a fraction of his finality and confidence in herself; and, believe it or not, did wish she was a little bit more ruthless! She also adores his passion (which most people don't understand since he seems so stoic but she'll go off on it let me tell ya lol) and drive and ability to admit his mistakes and faults (which plays into his confidence) and complete and utter selflessness of course.

Morolai: Friends... I suppose Morolai would consider her companions her friends. It takes, uh, a long time for that to happen. Basically anyone that has stuck with her through life and death situations, have proven they will die for her or suffer on her behalf, and actually care about her will earn the coveted title of "her friend"... give or take a few years!

For love: first off I'm not sure if she's capable of such a genuinely selfless feeling. Her 'love' is entirely toxic and selfishness, a possessiveness of someone body and soul such that they are devoted entirely to her. They must be entirely subservient to her, worship the ground she walks on, and yet also have the intuition of what they can and cannot do with/for/around her (with the drive to do what needs to be done if she does not expressly order or request it). It's a tough job, but let's not call it entirely thankless.

She does take care of her beloved toys/tools/pets.

18. Describe your character through a Brooklyn 99 gif or line.

omfg love this question.

Minovae:

Morolai:

#oc: minovae arangeir #oc: morolai valduin #ask game #ask meme

[leam1983]

Being an Asshole

I relay some of the day's events to Walt over dinner. He wipes his mouth before chiming in.

"It's like anywhere else, really. Public places are public in that everyone can visit them, anyone can say what they want, but all it takes is a UI misread or a desire to comment on something that's a hot-button issue for some that you'll speak out of turn. You were replying to someone's Reblog and didn't think the OP would notice, thinking you'd be seen by the initial reblogger, right?"

I nod. I concede everything else, from my lack of understanding of certain avenues of critique to my not perceiving how integral this might've been.

"If Tumblr were a public square, you would've noticed the pod of people. You would've intuited the fact that you were about to butt into something closed-off, something private. As Tumblr just disseminates everything and some site settings can make it difficult to see who's OP and who's just Reblogged, you acted to the best of your knowledge, using the information you had - and you stuck your foot in your mouth. Am I reading this right?"

I nod. "If this were IRL, I'd tell you to walk away, safe in the knowledge that you'd never meet these people again," he says. "As this is online, and having dealt with crazy Carfax comment issuers in the past, all I can suggest is patience. They'll rail in on you for a while, you'll be a prominent target for a day or two - and then someone else is going to stick their foot in their mouth on some other issue. Someone else is going to take the heat. Everyone is someone else's asshole, hon."

I sigh. "Am I thin-skinned?" I ask him.

Walt shrugs. "It's always the people you don't know who hit you on full-blast, hon. When someone who knows you talks you down a peg, it's constructive. When someone who doesn't draws on a single mistake, that single mistake defines their entire perception of you. It's obviously going to hurt more."

I shrug. "I guess. I wish I could nuke all the other Reblogs that stemmed from mine. My mistake's out there, and I can't walk it back."

Sarah takes a sip of Coke. "Fuck 'em. Finish your shift, get this out of your mind, then play some Alan Wake II or whatever."

#life post

[beautifulkitties12]

Welcome to my Ko-fi shop! I'm so glad you're here.

I'm always looking for new ways to share my art with the world, and I'm thrilled to partner with Ko-fi to bring my drawings to life on stickers, posters, and more.

I hope you love them as much as I do!

I'm really excited about my new line of stickers!

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1/15/23

Today did not go as planned. I think I'm going to make that my new catch phrase.

Instead of scrolling social media in bed - a nasty habit I have been successfully avoiding lately - I tried something else. A dating app. Like that's any fucking different, honestly. It's more of a shitty mobile game, to be honest. Like a really shitty not-fun pay-to-win mobile game, with pretty high stakes. It frustrates me, and depresses me.

I shifted my attention over to... anything else at all after a bit. It was just getting frustrating. 2 matches in like 3 years, one ghosted (which isn't the end of the world, honestly) and one literally used me to get rid of 2 entire goat skeletons and then never talked to me again. I wish I was kidding. And to be fair to myself, I'm not unattractive, I'm intelligent, I'm not currently in a relationship (which apparently is pretty uncommon for people in my demographic by how much I see that coming up), I'm emotionally in-touch, I keep myself moderately active, I work on mind, body and soul, and I am constantly seeking self-improvement. I don't really know why I don't get any hits for like... years at a time. It makes me feel like there's something wrong with me. :(

I have been on one "date" since 2018 and that was some alcoholic chick driving over in her pajamas, dropping off two giant bags full of goat bones, having me watch Bo Burnham's "Inside" with her, which induced a gigantic panic attack which I gracefully recovered from within like 3 minutes, then... she just peaced out and I never saw her again. Is this what dating in your mid-30's is like? Or was this an extreme example here...?

Anyhow, that was depressing as fuck so I decided to... schedule an appointment for a vaccine booster. Because I haven't gotten a vaccine shot since like... 2021. And I think it might make me feel a bit better about going and doing things in society if I get that taken care of. So I set an appointment for 4 this afternoon and got up and started my day.

Yoga was nice, not too intense, not too relaxing, a happy median that went by surprisingly quickly. I peeled a whole bag of potatoes, prepping to make slow-cooker mashed potatoes while I get shit done. I showered. I took the compost out and cleaned the snow off the car by hand, you know, because I don't have a scraper or a brush or anything at all. Just gloves. It took a while but I got it done.

I drive up to the pharmacy and say I'm there for my appointment, and they just look at me like I've got 3 heads. I double check, give them my name, nothing. I ask if they can just pencil me in or something, or help me set up an appointment. "You have to do it online". While I'm literally standing in the store. ... So I walk to another aisle and schedule an appointment for tomorrow. I noticed my mistake. There was a big red button that said "Book Appointment" that I didn't hit, I thought I already had the appointment set and everything. -_-

Then I went to check for pushpins. Nothing. Again. I just got two big bags of candy and some batteries for my Xbox controller so the trip wasn't a complete wash.

I got home and actually did some home decorating. I got my dartboard set up, which is cool. I hung some string lights. I finally got my big whiteboard up and running. Lots of things started coming together. Then my Mom called.

I told her the story, she thought it was amusing. Then she started just... volunteering to help me get a workbench for my apartment, and started like... just doing it. As I was trying to finish cooking my potatoes. It was a bit confusing. And it wasn't working at all. It quickly started to create a conflict. It just started stressing me out, she clearly had no idea what she was looking for and I just didn't have the patience to literally draw her a picture like she was asking me to. It turned into a fight pretty quick. The second she caught wind of my stress, it was curtains. And the kicker? It's her birthday. And I completely forgot. I barely even know what day of the week it is most of the time. I felt bad, but like... birthday isn't a free pass to vent stress on me.

I managed to get through to her, which has been getting surprisingly a lot easier lately. But this time, I did it differently. I made a point to point out that I cannot make these conflicts resolve. That it might seem to her that I am making them stop, that me explaining the situation and calming her down is what's making the "fight" (aka panic) stop. But it isn't. It's not me at all. I'm just an accessory. I'm just feeding information. I'm just a narrator. She is the one who stops it. By letting it go. By trusting. By shifting gears. I simply put out my empirical perspective of what I've experienced, and my pleas of what I wish for the direction of the conversation. The rest is out of my hands. And it actually got through. Which is huge progress. And I'm really proud to see it. That's really hard work, to snatch the steering wheel from Fear brain and start being more deliberate about the Now.

I felt bad that I didn't really do anything for her birthday. And I didn't even remember. She deserves better than that. But, you know, she has two other sons and a husband. And she had gotten like 3 other phone calls that day, so... it doesn't all weigh on my shoulders. And I rarely get that kind of fanfare for my birthday so... *shrug*. I've still got a jewelry piece to finish for her, I'll just combo deal the two. It's a pretty sentimental piece, I'm sure she'll be pleased either way.

The rest of the night was just eating tons of food and playing/recording Rimworld. The story is definitely interesting, I'm just... not fully pulled into it. I don't know, I'll see how it plays out.

Bed. I have that appointment in the afternoon, and I'm nodding off already.

#diary #journal #online journal #stream of consciousness #stream of thoughts

[todoscript]

making out until your phone interrupts you two

characters: bakugou katsuki, midoriya izuku, todoroki shouto

genre: fluff, suggestive

word count: 2.8k+, 850-1000 words per character

warnings: characters are aged up, suggestive and mature content, implied sexual content, minors please beware

author’s note: how did these get as long as they did 

copyright 2021 todoscript, all rights reserved. i do not allow my creations to be published or translated anywhere else.

BAKUGOU KATSUKI

As your soft hands brush along the nape of his neck and pinch at strands of ash blond hair, you feel his larger, calloused hands run along your thighs. Your lips come back for each other, hot and needy. Bakugou bites down harshly on your bottom lip, eliciting a squeal that grants him an opening to pry his tongue into your mouth to melt with yours. You follow in the frantic rhythm he sets, barely keeping pace as your grip on the slim fabric of his black tank top wrinkles in your curled fingers. Smirking, his hand runs up the skin beneath your shirt. He finds your squirming all the more amusing the more he rubs and gropes.

“Aw c’mon, babe. No fun if you’re already turning into pudding this fuckin’ early. Show some resistance, why don’t ya?” He eggs you on, but doesn’t cease in his ministrations, and in fact, only makes it harder for you to show any kind of fight. You detach your lips from his, pouting profusely with a scrunched nose. He looks back at you, expression sly and slick, well aware of what he’s doing. Well, you’re going to be sure he doesn’t get the last laugh.

Shifting all your weight onto his upper body, you move him over to lay down on the couch. He peers at your form towering above him, curious as to how you go about turning the tables against him tonight. His palms are flat on your thighs, remaining there as you settle your hands on his shoulders to balance yourself. You move your head down so your lips can touch and Bakugou cranes his neck slightly to meet you in the middle. However, a clamor sounding from a phone on the coffee table sends a rift in the atmosphere you’ve established and the incessant chime captures both of your attention. Your eyes go wide before blinking in realization that it’s your phone that’s going off right now.

Much to Bakugou’s dismay, you begin moving off of him. You get up to reach for your ringing phone, but his hand grabbing your wrist is faster.

“Don’t you dare answer it,” Bakugou orders, failing to suppress the blunt annoyance in his tone.

“What if it’s an important call from work?”

Hearing your response, he begrudgingly lets go of your wrist, sitting back on the couch, and grumbling beneath his breath.

“Fuck, it better not take long then.”

You playfully roll your eyes at him. You take a glance at the screen before pressing the green icon and nestle your phone next to your ear.

As you converse with the person on the other line, the blond is glaring knives at the device, no doubt mentally sending curses to whichever asshole decided to interrupt the mood just when things were starting to get good. Now he’s contemplating as to why he was generous enough to let you answer the damn phone in the first place. Shoulda just chucked that thing into the next room, left to be forgotten as the two of you would’ve been occupied with much more important matters.

In retaliation with his thoughts, he abruptly pulls your body into his lap, legs on either side of his thighs, straddling him. Being so occupied with your phone call, you don’t have much opportunity to comment on his behavior. In fact, Bakugou actually doesn’t allow you any opportunity.

Without warning, he plants his mouth on your neck, proceeding to nibble and suckle with just the right amount of pressure that makes you jolt in his lap. A small squeak leaves you, the noise eluded by the other person on the line thanks to you shifting your phone away from your mouth in time. You glare at the blond, silently asking with pointed brows what the hell he thought he was doing. But Bakugou only finds amusement in your struggles.

“Go on, keep talking, princess,” he mumbles loud enough for only you to hear and you feel his lips curl against your skin. You notice his hands busying themselves, tugging at the hem of your shirt, but despite that, you can’t do anything but continue with your conversation, unless you want your caller to start suspecting you’re undergoing other… activities as you were speaking to them.

You are so gonna get it later, mister. You mentally note your promises of retribution before returning to the chat while trying to ignore Bakugou’s mischief to the best of your ability.

After powering through the next couple of minutes of exchanges—your replies hastening and voice hitching whenever Bakugou’s ministrations became impatiently persistent—you finally say your hurried goodbyes, hitting the end call button.

That acts as Bakugou’s cue to pounce on you. He swipes your phone right from your fingertips and tosses it half-hazardously on the couch, out of your reach.

“Katsuki, you—!”

The moment you open your mouth to say something in retort, your words are cut off. Bakugou’s lips slot with yours to resume your intimate lip-lock, even more intense than earlier by how he barely allows you to draw a single breath.

“Oh no you don’t. No fucker is going to interrupt us this time, I’m going to make sure of that,” is the last he says before hoisting you up from your thighs, wrapping your legs around his waist, and leading you both to your bedroom.

MIDORIYA IZUKU

Entering your living room, Midoriya finds you lounging on the couch with the TV on, curled up with a blanket and watching the latest episode of a show you’ve been following. He stretches out his muscles as he approaches you, body aching at every extension of his limbs. With his groans sounding rather exasperated, you face in his direction.

“Tired?” you question as Midoriya takes a seat beside you.

“Yeah, just a bit. The villains keep getting tougher these days,” he answers, cracking his knuckles, craning his neck to relieve a particular spot that’s been bothering him. You open up the blanket to let him take refuge in your warm haven and he scoots closer to you.

As expected of being the Number One Hero, his duties to the populace only grow more challenging with each passing moment. But he knows better than to complain about the job he was so heavily entrusted to by All Might. Besides, nothing beats saving the day and putting a smile on every citizen’s face. Well, nothing… except maybe spending time with you at the end of the day.

“I’m proud of you though, Izuku. You’ve been working so hard lately,” you say sweetly as your hand goes to massage Midoriya’s neck, rubbing at just the right areas that make him relax beneath your touch. “So proud of you.”

“Y-Yeah?” Midoriya doesn’t mean to stutter, but he fights back a groan when your fingers slowly travel up to his scalp.

“Yeah…” Your voice is tenderly hushed between you two, leaning in closer, to the point where your faces are seconds from touching. With your fingers still twined in his curly green hair, you angle him ever so slightly to meet the smoldering look in your eyes. It doesn’t take much for him to mirror the expression, eyes growing equally lidded and just as desirable. Then, before you had even realized it, you both closed the distance.

Tongue and teeth immediately clash. Midoriya is quick to overpower you as you let out a giggle, being forced to lay back on the couch. With your show inevitably about to be forgotten, the green-haired male smoothly reaches for the remote on your side before pointing the off button at the TV and tossing it to the ground.

He cradles your head from behind to bring your lips impossibly closer. Your hands remain laced through unruly emerald strands, occasionally tugging at his scalp, evoking a hum that vibrates between your lips coming together again and again.

When you finally separate after a rather lengthy session of lip-locking, your breaths are ragged—faces hot. He stares down at you, transfixed by your swollen, plush lips that he wishes to dive down again for more kisses.

“God, what did I ever do to deserve you?” he asks—a rhetorical question, but you smile at it nonetheless.

“I should be asking you that, Number One Hero.” You cup his face in your hands, thumb delicately brushing against those endearing freckles of his as you’re about to pull him down again.

But, just as your eyes close, waiting for your mouths to meet, the world splits open at a blaring echo crashing upon you. You abruptly halt your movements, watching as Midoriya does the same, eyes blown wide. You both turn your heads in the direction of the sound coming from the phone next to the kitchen.

“The phone…” Midoriya murmurs, wondering who would be calling at this hour. But upon glancing over at the wall clock, you remember something. It was actually around that time you were expecting a phone call from a friend of yours anyway. It had entirely slipped your mind after being so caught up in your make-out session with him.

“Sorry, Izuku. It’s probably for me,” you inform, an apologetic smile on your face as he slowly gets off you, allowing you to cease the ringing in the distance.

Sitting up on the couch, he watches you traverse to the kitchen, his elbows resting on his thighs. He drops his head into his hands, noticing his leg hopping up and down restlessly. It’s hard to come down from his high after getting worked up like that, and with that phone call appearing out of nowhere, he’s not sure what to do with himself other than not to get too excited.

Despite that, Midoriya musters the most patience as he possibly can. I mean, the amount of times you’ve been interrupted by Midoriya’s own urgent calls coming from his agency warrants him to exercise some self-restraint, knowing how riled up you could get at times, yet still kindly letting him go about his work like the saint you are.

But after a long day of patrolling the city and defeating foes, all Midoriya desires at the moment is to drown in all the love you have to offer him and leave everything behind to think of only you and him together. He overhears your conversation due to the silence spread across your living space, making out bits and pieces but never taking the time to distinguish the topic of your discussion.

No good, he thinks. Midoriya resigns to the fact he simply can’t keep as still as he would like, already getting up from the couch to seek you out. When he finds you, you’re laughing into the phone, likely finding whatever your friend said humorous, but when he wraps his arms around you, you jerk in surprise, that same laughter replaced by a quiet squeal. You feel Midoriya’s head tuck itself in the space linking your neck and shoulder, planting a single delicate kiss on the exposed skin. He glances at you, emerald eyes gleaming in a silent plea.

You smile in reply, understanding what he wants as you hold up a finger to tell him to give you a moment. “Um, sorry, I’ll have to call you back later. There’s something I have to do right now,” you say into the phone and after exchanging farewells, dismiss the call.

Turning in his arms, you come face-to-face with the relieved look in his eye. “Baby couldn’t wait?”

He releases a sigh, smiling warily. “You know I can never wait when it comes to you.”

TODOROKI SHOUTO

Fresh and clean out of the shower, you toss your towel around your slightly damp hair as you walk into the bedroom. Todoroki is already there waiting for you, sitting on the edge of your shared futon while checking something on his phone. Upon hearing your footsteps, he glances up, and smiles as soon as your eyes find each other. He clicks his phone off and sets it to the side before beckoning you over with spread arms.

You kneel in front of him and lean into his comforting embrace. His body is just the right temperature against you that soothes the heat abiding your skin from your steamy shower. Feeling you melt into his chest, he tilts his head, pressing his nose into your hair, and notes the fragrant scent of your shampoo that harmoniously washes over his senses.

“You smell… nice,” he comments, nuzzling his nose to your neck.

Honey… and vanilla…

You giggle at the tickling sensation. “I would hope so, considering I just took a shower.” Todoroki hums at your humor, lifting his head to find your eyes. He takes a moment to pay every detail its utmost attention, from your misty hair to the warmth flushed on your cheeks as his knuckles graze over your skin. You look away from his punctilious gaze, his gray and turquoise eyes making you feel small.

That won’t do, he thinks.

Before you can even process his actions, he leans forward to capture your lips. Taken by surprise, a faint sound floats above your mouth that is quickly swallowed by him.

Again… and again… and again.

As you let yourself surrender to the fervent kisses, Todoroki maneuvers you two onto your futon, where he hovers over you, lips never once parting throughout your movements. You hum in delight when his tongue immerses itself in your mouth. The gratuitous feeling doesn’t stick for long though.

A ringing sound resonates above the futon, and your attention is immediately diverted. Your motions falter beneath him, causing you to fall off beat now that your mind has one more thing to worry about. On the other hand, Todoroki is least bit concerned over the noise, unrelentingly nibbling at your lips to try and elicit more sweetness from them. Unfortunately, his fun is cut short as you lay your hand on his chest, lightly pushing him away so he removes his mouth from you.

“Shouto... My phone.”

Todoroki glances at the phone in question before returning to your form, disheveled under him. He gives you a look of indifference. “It can wait,” he states simply, about to dive down to resume what he started, but you don’t concede so easily.

“It could be important,” you reason.

Releasing a sigh, Todoroki allows you some space to turn over on your stomach and reach out for your phone, the chiming desisting as you answer it and greet whoever decided to call you at this time of night.

The conversation you’re having flies over Todoroki’s head. The only thing on his mind right now is you finishing the call and continuing where you two left off, praying it won’t take long.

However, eventually his impatience gets the best of him. His eyes wander the room simply to return to you—laying with your upper body propped on your pillow as you hover the phone next to your ear. He peeks at the small droplet of water trailing your hair just before it falls atop the skin of your neck. He seems almost mesmerized by it as it begins its trek down your collarbones, reveling in the enticing sight despite how ordinary it must be to the common eyes. For him, it just makes things all the more difficult to sit still.

Needy and with little to do, he shifts toward you.

“Right, and I– Ah!” your sentence slips on you mid-speech as you feel something cold touch the nape of your neck.

“Y/n? Everything alright?” your caller asks, static voice laced with concern that you almost overlook when the chilling sensation on your neck returns. You turn your head and discover Todoroki bending forward to place his lips repeatedly on your neck. You can’t tell if his lips are particularly colder than usual or if you’re still a little heated from your shower. Either way, the heightened sensitivity raises goosebumps on your skin.

“I-I’m fine! I just bumped into something, is all!” you reply, though your voice pitches, feeling Todoroki’s equally cool hands graze your back under your shirt.

“Oh, please be careful! The fatigue must be catching up with you after such a long day, and I did call you at a pretty late time, huh? Tell you what, we can talk about this again tomorrow morning so you can get your rest for the night, okay?”

You are beyond grateful for the convenience bestowed to you. Though, you honestly think resting is surely the last thing on a certain someone’s mind right now.

“Right! Thank you..! Have a good night!” With that, you promptly end the call. Repositioning onto your back, you cross eyes with Todoroki, making a point at hardening your expression and seeming offended. Though the man knows it’s more so a facade than anything and that you’re not actually angry at him.

“Oh, you..!” You emphasize your words with a bump of your fist against his shoulder, albeit with minimal strength.

He chuckles at your pouty lips, leaning down for a peck before moving some hair out of your face. “I’m sorry, I couldn’t help myself,” he admits, the curve of his lips bordering on a smirk and a genuine smile that you find hard to be mad at.

“Shall we resume where we left off then?”

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[earlgreydream]

mahogany.

| draco x reader | smut |

anon requested. Professor draco ❤️ y/n were in his room just chilling draco reading and y/n getting bored and h-word 🙄 she started to seduce him but he wont give in saying not now blablabla when y/n literally throwing herself to him and he rejects her lol and when y/n touching herself moaning beside him being a brat thats where draco takes control and fucking her like theres no tomorrow

cw: overstim, ‘professor’, masturbation

a/n: I combined these concepts and changed a bit but I hope you love ❤️

“Draco, can’t you take a break? I’ve been waiting all day,” you asked sweetly, wrapping your arms around his neck as you stood behind him.

“I’ve got to grade these papers, darling.” Draco spoke, kissing your hand before his focus drifted back to the papers. Yours had already been graded, a nearly perfect score with only tiny corrections in the margins.

.

You’d been secretly dating your potions professor for almost a year. Draco Lucius Malfoy was the youngest, hottest, and smartest professor at Hogwarts, and you’d become instantly enamored with him. All the girls whispered about the young slytherin prince who had returned to teach the class he excelled at.

Your love was scandalous and fiery, and full of love and adoration. Draco was a bit older, and the role of a caring dominant suited him well, guiding you and teaching you. You adored him, and wanted to do everything to make him happy. Typically, you were a well behaved girlfriend, but today he wasn’t so lucky.

You were needy, horny, and you desperately wanted to be fucked. Draco had been overly busy with grading exams and papers, leaving you with less attention.

.

You sat on his desk beside where he worked, absentmindedly undoing the buttons on your uniform top. Draco ignored you, his eyes trailing along lines of script about potion ingredients. His glasses rested delicately on the bridge of his slender nose, the sleeves of his sweater pushed up to his elbows as the room warmed.

You reached out and dragged your fingers through his silky white hair, freeing it from the messy bun it had been tied back in.

“Not now, I’ve got to grade,” Draco hummed, squeezing your thigh.

You tossed your shirt on the floor, knowing once he was giving you any ounce of attention, you’d get scolded for. When he didn’t look up, you dropped your bra with it, desperate to get his attention.

“Professor Malfoy?” You whined, gently grasping his jaw and tilting his head up to look at you.

Draco immediately dropped his pen, utterly astounded by the sight of you. You were perched on the desk, wearing just your short little uniform skirt that had ridden up around your waist, and thigh high socks. Your tits were out, on full display for him. Your distraction was working, but your bratty attitude compelled him to deny you a bit longer.

“I just want you to touch me, please,” your sweet voice was lilted with need, and Draco shifted in his chair as his trousers grew tight.

“I know you do, pretty girl, but I’m not finished working.”

“But Professor Malfoy, m’not wearing any panties,” you said softly, flipping up your skirt and showing him your bare skin that was glistening with desire.

He stared at you for a moment, letting his eyes travel along your body and land on your puffy little pussy, that was throbbing from how badly you wanted him. He glanced back up at your eyes before turning back to the papers, wishing more than ever he didn’t have to work.

You were horrified that Draco left you untouched, picking his pen back up and resuming his work. He had to bite back the smirk, amused by your annoyed gasp.

You gave up on him then, deciding to take care of yourself. You stayed beside him, parting your legs and leaving your skirt flipped up. You set one socked foot on his thigh for leverage and slowly started to dip your fingers into your folds. Your touch moved delicately over your skin, drawing tight circles on your clit until you were dripping onto Draco’s desk.

Soft whines were strained in your throat, and Draco swallowed his own moan. He forced himself not to watch you, but the sound of your fingers gliding in and out of your pussy tore all of his attention from his work.

A smirk tugged at your lips as you watched him drop his pen and slide the stack of papers into a drawer, clearing his desktop.

You breathed a sigh of relief when he tugged his sweater off. Your own fingers didn’t come close to reaching the tender places that his could, and you were desperate for him.

Draco sat back in his chair, palming himself through tight black boxers as he watched you finger yourself, your thighs jolting when you brushed your spongey walls.

“Draco, please help me,” you begged, sliding your fingers out when he stared at you.

“I will be glad to help you after you make yourself come.”

“No, I want you.”

“Don’t be bad now, darling. Let me watch you play with that pretty little pussy.”

Draco feigned a sympathetic smile at your whimpers, pulling your legs open farther to inspect your movements. You felt surveyed, like Draco was inspecting your performance.

You pouted at Draco, and he tiled his head to the side. You tried reaching for his hand, and he pushed his chair back a bit more. He was amused by your needy drama, but he was nearing to the end of his patience.

“If you don’t make yourself come in the next five minutes, you don’t get to come at all for the next week, darling.”

You flashed a hurt look, but his gaze was stern, eyes dark with lust. When you hesitated to move, Draco glanced down at his watch, silently daring you to test him.

Your fingers moved down to your clit, trying to get off for your boyfriend. You tensed as the pressure built, and you fell back on your elbows. Draco watched your tits bounce as you drew ragged breaths in your chest, overwhelmed from the pleasure reverberating through you.

“That’s my girl,” Draco praised you, moving in and lightly kissing your swollen clit. You jumped at the contact, startled by the stimulation.

“Darling, you’ve made such a mess on my desk,” he scolded with a smile, watching you pull your bottom lip between your teeth.

He gently pushed you to lay back against the wooden desktop, hard and cold under your mostly nude body. You grinned as he undressed, parting your legs and putting your feet on the desk.

Draco dragged your hips to the edge, immediately pushing into your slick pussy. Your overstimulated cry encouraged Draco, who held your hips down as he railed you.

Draco went as rough and fast as he could, fucking you into delirious ecstasy. Your professor satiated your every desire, fucking you braindead on his desk.

“Going to let me come inside this tight little cunt, darling?” Draco asked, his hand pinning your wrists above your head.

“Yes, professor,” you murmured, playing into the taboo of your relationship.

Your walls fluttered around Draco, closing down on him tightly as he forced you to orgasm for the second time, his touch pure electricity on your clit.

He mouthed wet kisses along your breasts, feeling your breath shudder and your back arch off of the mahogany.

“Fuck, pretty girl,” Draco hissed into your soft skin, throbbing inside of you.

Draco’s loud moan echoed in your ears and the sharpness of his teeth against your skin made you shudder. Hot white ribbons were painting your walls, thick and warm. He pulled you up against his chest, holding you close as he filled you with his spend.

“Draco, oh my god,” you gasped, dragging your fingers through his fine hair.

“I want you to feel me dripping out of you for hours,” he growled into your shoulder, leaving another mark on the skin there.

You were feeble in his arms, overstimulated and worn out. His lips pressed kisses to your face, and he got the two of you into a generous hot bath.

Loving hands washed the day from your body, attentive to everywhere you were sensitive. Draco whispered to you and kissed your lips, being extra gentle.

“I won’t be so busy this weekend. We can have a night in, no papers to grade, all my attention on you,” Draco suggested.

“Yes please.”

“Maybe I can make you work for an A then,” he teased, brushing his nose against yours and making you giggle.

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[sukunasfourtheye]

Late Night Texts- Eren x reader

Minors DNI, 18+ Adult Content 🔞

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Summary: It’s midnight, you’re kinda tipsy, and you text your friend Eren.

Warnings: Smut smut smut, minors DNI. This is pure pure fucking filth. Yoinks.

Contains: swearing, sexting/texting, sexting turned to FaceTime sex/phone sex, dirty talk, ‘good girl” used multiple times, masturbation

Words: 1.2k

Note from the author: I personally have such a thing for phone sex/sexting so much so this is a personal fav gahhhhhh. I debated this being a Levi or Eren fic but feel like Levi would literally just get up and go to your house and wouldn’t have the patience for sexting LOL so Eren it was

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>>> heeeeeeey haha whats upp

Eren raised an eyebrow as he glanced down at your text. Hmm, he thought. Kinda late. He squinted at the clock on his night stand that read 12:31am.

> Sup 

Probably just bored, he thought. He hit send, and not even 15 seconds later his phone *dings* again.

>>> nothing hahaha kinda tipsy but oh well

He hated to admit it, but he felt a small flutter in his chest reading your reply. You’d been friends for a while, but he never picked up on any flirty vibes from you, but drunk texting at midnight? Hmm...

> Fun. Did you go out?

>>> yeah clubbing with sashaaaa haha so fun:) you shoulda caaaaaame

Ok, this is definitely flirty, he thought. The thought of you in a tight dress, all dolled up, swaying on a dancefloor....phew.

> Damn, yeah I should’ve come. Would’ve been fun seeing you.

He hesitates, thinking he’s definitely breaching into flirty territory with this one. He thinks, fuck it before he presses send.

His phone *dings* and he sees the text preview on his home screen:

>>> [y/n] sent you a snap!

>>> now you see me :)

His excitement started to grow as he saw the Snapchat and text double notification on his screen. Despite himself, he felt his cock twitch in his boxers, and he reflexively reached his hand down to start to rub himself lazily.

He opens the Snapchat notification.

It’s a video of you laying in bed, your phone held up at arms length, smiling with your tongue sticking out playfully. You were wearing a strapless v-neck leather top and tight black pants, your face alight with glittery makeup and a clear drunken stupor. Your smile was radiant.

Fuck, she’s hot, he thought. His hand had a mind of it’s own and started to rub himself through his pants, with a bit more purpose now. He groaned, shifting his hips up at his own contact. He replayed the video, stroking himself.

>>> replayed my video? ;)  

Whoops. He forgot you get notified if he replays your video. He goes to at first make an excuse (”whoops my bad”) but instead decides against it. Fuck it shes drunk maybe she’ll forget it, he thought. He hesitates, but presses send:

> Yeah, damn you look good

Why did i just send that. The tension of seeing you typing back made him even hornier, letting out another groan as his dick began hardening under his boxers.

>>> reaaaally? :) youre not too bad yourself ;)

 Oh yes. It’s showtime. 

> So that’s why you’re texting me so late. Just wanted a little attention?

> Yeah, you’re low key hot as fuck

There’s a long pause as he’s waiting for you to reply, terrified he fucked it up and went too far.

Then....you sent a voice note. He hit play:

>>> “Mmmmm... I wish you were here right now.”

Your voice is almost a moan, going straight to his dick. Fuck, she wants it. That’s so hot. His hands go inside his boxers and frees his now fully hard cock, giving it a few pumps as he does. Before he can even respond, another *ding* makes his cock twitch.

>>> Attached: Image

It’s a picture of you leaning forward towards the camera, giving a clear shot down your cleavage as you looked up at him, a mischievous smile on your lips, biting your tongue

> Pretty girl. Tease.

>>> im not teaaaasing i actually want to fuck you :p

The blunt text you sent made him gasp, his dick hot in his hands as he worked himself. 

> You’ve got a filthy fucking mouth

>>> you can make it filthier if you want ;)

Fuck. His throws his head back jerks himself faster, before stopping to squeeze the base of his cock. Fuck I want her to suck me so bad. Before he even registers what he’s doing, he hits the “Facetime” button to call you.

>>> [y/n] is unavailable for FaceTime

He groans in frustration. Fuck, i wanna see her.... she really is a fucking tease.

>>> we cant facetime right now im doing naughty thingssssss 

>>> this convo is making me crazzyyyy shhh

> Good. That’s a good girl.

>>> *Incoming Facetime call from [y/n]*

Too easy, he thinks. He chuckles as he swipes open the call. The camera is angled at the ceiling, the room dimmed. 

He chuckles into the phone. “All I had to say was ‘good girl’ and suddenly you calling me now, huh?”, he says, cocky as all hell. 

“Hmmm....”, he hears you say, drawing out the ‘mmm’ suspiciously. 

“Hmmmmm?” he questions back, mimicking you. “What’re you doing right now, [y/n]?”

“M’, Ummmmm, nothing....” he hears you say faintly, innocently, phone still pointed at the ceiling. He thought he was imagining it at first, but he can barely hear the sound of fabric shuffling and shifting on your end. 

“Nothing? Doesn’t sound like nothing, pretty girl”, he teases, stoking his now leaking cock. He sighed heavily on purpose, suggestively, making sure you heard him.

“What’re you doing right now?” you asked lightly, breathlessly.

He feels himself starting to slowly lose his restraint when he hears your breathy voice. “If I tell you, will you tell me?”, he grumbled, panting obviously now, loudly and into the phone, clearly out of breath from the effort of jerking himself off, hard

He hears you sigh, the sound of shuffling fabric getting louder. He hears you shift in bed. “Yes”, you say.

Through obvious gasps, he grills you: “You promise you gonna tell me what you’re doing, hmm, baby? You gonna tell me what you’re doing after you made me so fucking hard for you?”

He hears you moan loudly now, obviously meant for him to hear, panting.

“I’m stroking my fucking dick right now, that’s what I’m doing. I’m thinking about bending you over and fucking you stupid” he moans in unison with you, hearing himself admit it making him feel even dirtier

“Are you touching yourself, [y/n]? Your pussy wet for me? Hmm?” He hears your high-pitched moan and your body shift quickly in your bed.

“Use your words, I wanna hear that pretty little mouth say my fucking name”, he commands, heat flushing his face. 

“Ung! - Eren...ugh....” you finally mewl, sounding just as desperate as he was to cum

“Fuck i wanna stuff my cock in your mouth so fucking bad, [y/n]” he moans, babbling off strings of dirty talk, barely able to catch his breath as he gets closer and closer. “You’re a naughty little girl aren’t you? Were you touching your pussy while you were texting me? Hmmm? Dirty girl. You wanted me to make you cum, yeah?  You thinking about my dick fucking into that messy little pussy? I wanna hear you say it you needy little---ahhh! fuck. speak to me.” 

You finally break your silence: “Ugh, Eren, ah!-- you’re gonna make me--fuck, you’re gonna make me--!”

Fuck

He lets out a string of swear words, cursing through both your orgasm and his: “ah, fuck thats such a good fucking girl yes, cum for me baby, cum on daddys cock, cum on this fucking cock babe, uuung...!”

As you both catch your breath from the thrill that just ran through both your bodies, he pants “That....was hot”. 

“Yeah”, he hears you say, the camera finally moving away from the ceiling and onto you. You looked dazed, a thin sheen of sweat smudging your makeup. Still, a satisfied smiled was painted on your pretty face. “You’re so hot. Wow. I haven’t cum that hard in a long time. Next time you’ll have to come over?”

“See you then, princess”

#eren jeager #eren jeager smut #Eren yeager #eren yeager smut #eren jeager one shot #eren yeager oneshot #aot smut #attack on Titan #attack on Titan smut #eren smut #eren oneshot #Eren filth #Eren #aot #this was originally gonna be Levi but oh well #aot fanfiction #smut

[joshkiszkasgothgf]

Mouthy- Sub!Josh Kiszka (Smut)

Here it is queens! The first fic!

This is an 18+ fic! Anyone under 18 that I catch following this blog or liking it’s content will be blocked. I don’t fuck around! This is pure porn. You’re welcome, Greta Van Hoes

Warnings: bondage, handjob, mommy kink, bdsm dynamics, cursing, dirty talk, slight humiliation/degradation (?)

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Joshua Kiszka could be a mouthy fucker. You knew that from the moment you met him. That mouth did and said some wonderful things, but it had the ability to get him in trouble more than he’d like to admit.

Take, for example, his current situation… hands attached to the posts of the headboard with one of his belts, his legs restrained at the ankles with two of your scarves, and you, curled up between his splayed legs with a smirk like sin gracing your angelic features.

He had known the second he made the offhand comment about your… fuck… what had he commented about? He couldn’t recall anymore. Not after everything you’d put him through in the last 20 minutes. Your fingers trailed goosebumps up his thighs, the muscles jumping, begging for your attention.

Josh felt his balls tighten as your incisors sank into one of the pulsing muscles close to the crux of his thighs. Finger tips venture dangerously close to his weeping cock. Your touch never graces it though causing a frustrated groan to tear from his throat in something akin to anguish.

Laughter peals from you as you coo, “Oh poor baby.” You even have the audacity to poke your lower lip out at him in a mock pout.

The belt holds firm as Josh pulls against it, longing to touch you, to give in to his passion, and take care of the inferno raging under his skin.

You just laugh at him, again.

One of your freshly done fingernails digs against his nipple drawing a mewling whimper from the incapacitated man.

“You keep tugging at these like they’re gonna come free. How many times do I have to tell you they aren’t going to before you get it through your thick skull, baby boy? I understand you’re a Taurus, but this is taking bull-headed to another level, Joshua.”

His cock twitches. You only use his full name when you’re serious. He fucked up and you were going to teach him patience if it killed him.

Moving from your knees to your stomach and bringing your face nearer to where he needs you most causes his back to arch. The dusting of hair trailing from his belly button catching your eye. You lean forward, bare breasts brushing gently against his cock as you suck a light hickey into the skin directly beneath his belly button.

The bruised skin hides in his happy trail and you nuzzle the spot with your nose lovingly. Hiding secret hickies in slightly obvious places has always been yours and Josh’s favorite game. You let your nose trail against his skin leading you a little closer to his cock, sucking darker hickies into the skin as you go.

A pool of precum on his belly between his hips catches your eye and you dart your tongue out to lap it up then suck a hickey into the skin where it pooled. This rips a gasp from Josh and you moan in delight as his cock twitches and another drop of precum lands softly on your cheek.

Josh’s heart tugs as you sit up onto your knees with a giggle, a perfectly manicured finger gathering the droplet up. You stare directly into his amber eyes as your soft tongue darts out. You lean forward, swipe the bead of cum onto your tongue the press your tongue into the mouth of the compliant man beneath you.

The salty taste of him mixed with your own unique taste has him addicted to the feel of your tongue against his. He tugs at his binds again wishing he could pull your hair and scratch you up.

As if reading his mind, you bury your fingers into his hair with one hand, tugging on the strands, as the other scratches down his stomach and wraps firmly around his cock. Euphoria fills you at the strangled sound that leaves his mouth.

His chest heaves with a stuttering breath as your soft hand strokes him, cock warm and heavy in your hand.

You pull from the kiss, his lips chasing yours with a whimper that sets your chest aflame. Leaning forward you spit onto your hand and use it to ease your stroking.

Josh’s body feels like it’s pulsing with warmth. From the tips of his fingers to the tips of his toes feels alight with love and lust for you. In this moment all he wants is to please you. To hear your perfect voice call him good, to bristle with your praise.

His train of thought is halted as your warm mouth engulfs his balls sucking them into your mouth and laving your tongue around them as you focus a few short strokes to his tip. You feel them convulse in your mouth.

They fall from your mouth as you pull back and say, so very sickly sweet, “You tell me if you’re going to cum, alright?”

Josh just nods, it’s all he can do with your hand working him over like this.

Panic fills his chest as your hand stops.

“Words, pretty boy,” you whisper into the skin of his hip.

“Yes, mommy,” well, that’s new, “I’ll be good and tell you.”

The look of slight shock on your face causes pride to swell in Josh’s chest. Normally you’re unphased by him when you’re on top. Always enamored, but never taken off guard.

The shock turns quickly to delight and then pleasure as you tighten your grip slightly, stroking him slightly faster and cupping his balls with your other hand.

“My sweet boy has a mommy kink, hm?”

He doesn’t realize his eyes are closed until the feel of your warm breath against the shell of his ear causes him to open them with a gasp as you whisper,

“Are you gonna be a good boy for mommy and cum?”

He nods, language not even registering as he responds, “Faster, mommy! I wanna cum for you.”

He watches your eyes darken and groans as you wrap your perfect mouth around his cock. The tip presses in and against your throat easily, tongue rubbing against the pulsing vein on the underside of his twitching cock.

You feel heat rush between your legs as he whimpers out, “I’m gonna cum,” and you pull from his cock to stroke him to his release.

“Cum for me, pretty boy.”

His vision flashes white. Body taught, arms and legs pulling against their binds, mouth opened into a perfect “o” and you practically watch the most pornographic moan you’ve ever heard travel from the depths of his stomach up through his chest and throat until it peals from his lips in a stuttering crescendo that drowns out the record spinning on the player. The muscles in his stomach flex and twitch. His nipples pebble and harden, begging to be nipped at, and you do, causing aftershocks to spread through his body.

You release him from his binds, softly kissing the areas they rubbed, then lean against his inner thigh and watch as he slowly drifts back to Earth. By the time his Earth toned eyes finally flutter open and meet yours you’ve cleaned him if his very impressive load and begun massaging lotion into his wrists and ankles.

He just lays and watches, admiring you as your take care of him. It’s moments like these that make him think maybe being a mouthy fucker isn’t such a bad thing.

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[skzsauce01]

Clementia

Anniversary Request Special

Description: You’d always had a special place in your heart for Lee Minho even though he gives you countless reasons to hate him. How long will your patience last?

Warning: alcohol, sexual assault

Word Count: 2.5k

Pairing: fem!reader x Minho

“Y/N—”

“Go away, Minho.”

“Y/N, look at me.”

“I said no!”

“Well I said I’m sorry.”

You snap around to face him. “Sorry isn’t going to cut it, Lee Minho. You screwed up. You. Screwed. Up. I gave you one request, and you couldn’t even do that.”

“I had my reasons!” he protests.

“Yeah? Well let’s hear them.”

He emits a few noises but can't come up with anything. His face flushes red, but not as red as yours.

“There’s no excuse for breaking someone’s heart ever. Remember that.” You turn on your heels and begin walking away until he says something even more repulsive.

“Why do you care so much? She’s not even your real sister!” he calls after you.

You pause, unable to comprehend how such words could ever enter your ears. You then slowly walk back to him as he stiffens with every step you take.

“Not my real sister?” Your voice is soft, but it is effective.

“I mean—”

“You’re saying the girls at Epsilon Phi aren’t sisters?” Your voice begins to rise. “We’re more sisters than you and I were ever friends, Lee Minho! We love each other more than biological families do, but of course you wouldn’t know how that feels, would you? All you have in your chest is a cold, hard piece of coal!”

You turn away and break off into a run this time. Tears stream down your face from being insulted and betrayed by someone you held with high esteem.

You like Lee Minho. Of course, you’d never admit that. To the world, he is just some kid of your mom’s friend who annoyed you to no end, but through the arguments and time spent trying to prove each other wrong, your feelings grew bit by bit. When he had a relationship with your very own Little, you held in your feelings and wished them both the best. After all, you love both of them, and their happiness together was good enough for you.

That is, until Minho broke things off as nothing but a fling.

Minho has always been a huge flirt, but he’d promised to take her seriously this time. You made him swear it, and you emphasized how much your Little meant to you. Now, because you’re his family friend, your Little won’t even speak to you. Minho had ruined your and her relationship, and evidently yours and his too.

He didn’t used to be like this, all manipulative and amorous. You remember he used to follow you at the heel, caring about nothing more than sticking gum in your hair. It wasn’t until senior year of high school did he start hanging out with random girls and trying daredevilish things. You missed the old Minho, but you thought you’d accept him for all his changes since you did, after all, like him.

Until this moment, that is.

What he did was too much. What he said was too much. You know he is becoming toxic, and if he is going to continue down this path, even your love isn’t going to bring him back to your heart.

Minho watches your waning back then slams his fist against a nearby tree with a curse. You didn’t give him enough time to explain, not that he would have been able to in front of you.

You’d forgive him though, right? You have to. When he messed up before this, Minho could be sure you would. But now, he isn’t so certain. He has never seen you so angry and disappointed before, and he did that to you. Him. Minho lets out another string of curses and trudges back to his room.

He tries making it up to you the very next morning. He shows up to your 8 AM class with a cup of coffee and slides it onto your desk before sitting down himself.

You don’t even look at him. You just take the cup and slam it down in front of him, causing its contents to spill and burn your fingers. He quickly takes your hand in his and begins wiping it with his sleeve, but you recoil your arm and take out your own napkin.

The next place he tries is at your neighboring frat party. He knows you would be there, so he wears his tightest black jeans and a loose button-up. This trick has worked with other girls, so he hopes it would on you.

He takes the dance floor with his powerful dance moves and charisma. He can see you deliberately turned away from him and chatting with someone else, so he dances towards you. The cheering circle that has formed around him moves as well, engulfing you into the crowd.

You finally turn to make sure you don’t bump into anyone. Minho takes this chance to shoot you a wink which draws the crowd’s attention to you. They cheer and push you towards him despite your protests.

Minho takes your arm and leads you in the dance. You used to like dancing with him; your and his flow matches perfectly, and the two of you could revive a dying party just by dancing together. Today though, you just aren’t having it.

Minho puts a hand on your shoulder and scoops his hips low earning a cheer from the crowd. You can hear them calling your name, anticipating your response. You look down at Minho and immediately recognize his choice of clothing.

I wonder who’s going to have her heart broken tomorrow, you think with a dry laugh. Minho flinches, recognizing that sound. You take his falter as a chance to fling his arm off of you before walking away.

A chorus of oohs fills the room, and the crowd splits like the Red Sea for you.

You hear your name from his lips again. “Y/N!” It is more strained now than it was last night. Desperate. Defeated.

You gave him some thought after hearing the sincerity in his tone, but you are glad you did not turn around that night when you see him in class with some other girl on his lap. Whatever. He’s dead to you now, so why should you care what he’s doing?

Minho watches as you walk farther and farther from him. He pushes the girl off and continues to stare with narrowed eyes at you as you greet your new seat neighbors.

This isn’t how he predicted you would react. Truthfully, he kind of knew this attempt wouldn’t work. For one, it hadn’t worked once since he first tried it in high school. He thought hanging out with other girls would make him more attractive, more desirable by competition. At least, that’s what some then-college kids told him. Once he started, he just found himself unable to stop. It was a self-feeding cycle, really. Holding onto other girls and charming them numbs the void in his chest, but you ignore him whenever he acts like this which only further widens the gap. 

What is he to do though? This is the only life he knows, and so, it is the life he leads. Not all love stories can end happily.

And his sure doesn’t seem like it is going to. 

Sirens wail in the background. With the amount of girls he’s fooled around with, he kind of had it coming. Minho stares at his wrists, not daring to think, but one thought keeps recurring in his mind: you. He is going to disappoint you yet again. You already hate him, and now you are going to see him handcuffed too.

The cold wind makes him shiver when you, his emergency contact, open the door and step into the station. Your eyes immediately find him, and you make your way over.

“Y/—”

“Are you hurt?” you ask plainly.

Despite your icy tone, those three simple words fill him with a warmth he hasn’t known for a long time.

“I’m okay.” His hands reach forward, wanting to grab yours and keep you with him, but you’ve already walked away to announce your arrival to an officer.

“Miss L/Y Y/N?” a young official greets a little too enthusiastically. She looks familiar, you note.

“Yes, I am she.”

The officer looks pleased by your annoyed attitude towards the defendant. “Mister Lee is here tonight because of an accusation by Miss Choi of assault,” she informs you coyly.

You look at him. “Minho,” you said with a chilled voice. “Is it true?”

“No! Y/N, I wouldn’t—”

“It’s okay. I believe you.”

“Excuse me?” the officer sputters.

“I believe him,” you repeat. “He’s been going out with more people than I have fingers, but he never laid a finger on them.”

“But Y/N, that doesn’t mean he can’t start now,” the officer protests. “You’re his contact, but you hate him now. Surely, he’s changed”

“First of all, it’s Miss L/N to you, Officer” —you read her name tag and pieces begin to fall together from her eagerness to convict Minho to the inkling you felt the moment you saw her— “Yoo. And secondly, is it not against the law for you to be working on a case where your cousin’s the accuser?”

“How did you—!”

“Nothing escapes us Epsilon Phi sisters, even news from other sororities. Besides, Minho never plays with the same girl twice. As expected, this report is filed for an incident two months ago. You, Officer Yoo, knew I was his contact and waited for us to get into yet another fight before having your cousin put in the accusation, didn’t you?”

She scoffs in your face. “That’s a bold accusation from yourself towards law enforcement.”

“Where is the accuser right now? Shouldn’t she be here for interrogation as well?”

“Well she—” the officer looks increasingly flustered. “She needs rest after having to relive the memories of what happened. We’ll call her in tomorrow. Anyway, Mr. Lee Minho, I can hear your testimony now in room #3.”

Minho stands obediently.

“Wait. I request someone else interrogate him,” you object.

“We’re busy right now,” Officer Yoo huffs. “We can’t just let you choose who does the job.”

You cross your arms. “Sure. Interrogate him and have the entire case be nulled after I file a conflict of interest.”

Officer Yoo grits her teeth but returns to her station to call for another officer.

In the meantime, you turn to Minho. “Don’t answer anything you don’t want to, especially if they start leading you on with questions. It’s in your rights to remain silent, alright?”

Minho nods numbly at your words, still confused as to why you are so nice to him. Before he can figure it out though, an older man appears from the back and takes him to an interrogation room.

“Mr. Lee Minho?” 

“Yes.”

“Nice to meet you. I’m Chief Jeon. I’m just going to ask you a few questions today; is that alright?”

“Yes.”

The chief nods and pulls out some papers. “Would you mind describing what happened with Miss Choi?”

“Well I was with—” he gestures towards the papers with his accuser’s name on it— “and we were hitting it off. She bought me a couple of drinks and at some point leaned in to kiss me. I realized something at that point, and I stopped her. She got angry, saying how she spent all that cash on alcohol for me, and threatened to accuse me of assault if I didn’t do what she said, but I knew I couldn’t do it.”

“Because of what you realized?” the chief repeats.

“... Yes.”

“And what was it you realized?”

“Do I have to say it?”

“According to the law, no, but if it can help you with your case, you might want to.”

Minho fidgets with his cuffs. “They can’t hear me from outside, right?”

“No. They most certainly cannot.”

And so, Minho tells him.

Minho turns around while the metal bars clang shut behind him. The chief thinks he has a pretty good chance, but due to the gravity of the accusation, they still decided to keep Minho in holding to give the accuser more time to make her case.

You stare at him from the other side, arms crossed. Minho takes the fact that you’re still here at two in the morning as a good sign for him.

“Thanks for being here,” he tries to start a conversation.

“I didn’t really have a choice.” So cold.

“I’ll change my emergency contact.”

“Please do.”

He winces. “Look… Y/N, I’m sorry. I’m sorry for insulting your sisterhood and for hurting your Little. You’ll forgive me, won’t you?”

He looks at you with those doe-like eyes of his. For once, you don’t feel anything while looking back at them.

“That’s not why I’m mad anymore. In fact, I’m not even mad,” you tell him. “My Little told me what really happened. She told me that she was actually the one who dumped you after you adamantly refused to kiss her. I asked some other girls you’ve seen and they all said the same thing. That’s why I was so confident with the officer earlier. I guess I owe you an apology for getting angry when you weren’t at fault.”

“Then”—he holds out a hand sheepishly— “truce?”

You look at it but keep your arms crossed. “Taking a step back from you has made me see things I wasn’t able to before, Minho, and that’s made me realize how much you’ve changed. You were my friend, my rival— someone who never failed to get on my nerves but also someone I couldn’t go without. But now” —you drop your arms and shake your head— “I can’t even recognize you anymore.”

You take a step back to leave. You’ve done this many times before, like when he stuck a plastic spider down your shirt or when he called you stupid in front of your crush in fifth grade, but something about this time feels different. Something about this time tells him you aren’t turning back around once you left.

A sudden despair grips Minho and he runs into the bars. “Wait!”

You pause, offering him one last second.

“Your Little,” he gasps, “did she tell you why I wouldn’t kiss her?”

You nod. “The others I asked did too. They said you were thinking about some other girl while you were with them.”

“Not ‘some other’ girl. One other girl.”

“I know.” You begin to walk again.

“Then why are you leaving?” He reaches a hand out, trying to grab any part of you. “Stay with me. Please, Y/N, stay.”

You don’t pause a second time. Out of desperation, he cries out, “Y/N, I love you!”

That makes you stop midstep. He holds his breath as you put one foot back then the other next to it to face him. You are so beautiful when you look at him. He melts under your gaze as you focus on him and only him. He’ll cherish you this time when you give him another chance. He’ll quit this playboy lifestyle. He won’t take advantage of your patience anymore. He’ll give you all that his heart has to offer. He’ll make sure you’re the only one in his eyes. He’ll love you. He loves you.

“Minho.” You relax your shoulders and straighten your back. You tilt your head just slightly forward and erase the edge off your tone. “I loved you.”

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nsfw kaeya x female reader // wc: 2.7k // minors please dni with this work

he can’t help the way his eyes immediately fall to you whenever you enter the room.

it’s like gravity, almost — the same helplessness he faces under nature’s relentless pull, only it’s towards you. you and everything about you. in the way your presence overflows with demand, calling to attention all around you; in the way your voice flows from your lips like the sweetest honey, how it melts against his tongue in phantoms of forbidden flavours he so often fantasizes about. he’s pulled into the way your words drip with the most intoxicating cup of death afternoon, how your smile is lined with its flavour sends fire coursing through his veins until blues turn to yellows and he can’t breathe when you smile at him.

and, gods, when your eyes find his, when you let your gaze seemingly wander to the icy blue that paints frost across your bare skin, you make it seem as if it were all accidental, a mere happening of chance when your gaze grows dark and your smile draws on innocent poison. of course, it’s all by chance when kaeya finds his breath vanishing on memories of you, of your body, of the way you felt wrapped around his cock as you edged him further and further to the edge.

when you speak, it’s so hard to hear the strategies and important topics that, really he ought to be paying more attention to. but, gods, it’s so hard when his dick is straining against his pants and it’s all he can do to hang on to your voice that he yearns to feel against his skin again when you ask with such concern, “captain? you seem a bit distracted.” and the poor man, he’s such a glutton for the way your lips pout at him, for the knowing glint that dances on daggers when you ask if he’s alright. he can’t help but to devour it all, let it run its course until his body burns with frostbite and he gives you a chilled smile as the air between you two sparks with a deadly static. he’s addicted, so terribly lost to your poison, and he finds himself impatient for this stupid meeting to call to an end, for the doors to close behind the last knight, and for him to be left at the mercy of the lion.

“what could it have been,” you muse from your place between his legs, smile devious and so, deceitfully ignorant as his cock twitches painfully against your lips, “that kept you sooo distracted throughout our meeting, hm?”

kaeya can’t help the strained grunt that escapes him as you take his tip inside your lips. the way you suckle him is so devastatingly slow, near gentle in the way it maddens him and causes his body to sink into the mattress. he wishes so badly to grab you, to touch and feel your throat taking him as far as you could, but he’d be damned if he gives into you so soon. it’s already a struggle enough as it is, it frustrates him to no end that you’re able to draw him close to cumming so quickly — mere moments after you close the door and push his body down into your shared bed, and his breath leaves his body on trembling groans as you slowly suck his cock. your eyes stay fixed on his face as you study his expression. it’s terribly telling by the furrow of his glistening brow, by the way he bites his lips and throws his head back as his hips begin to buck, he’s close and you know it, and he’s on the verge of cumming inside your mouth just as he’d so guiltily fantasized throughout the day, until—

“fuuuuck!” the cry he releases is embarrassingly desperate, cracked around its letters as he stares at you accusingly. how utterly cruel of you to pull away before he could cum, and how utterly naive of him to have believed you’d let him before you’d had your fill. your smile tells him just as much as your tongue ghosts against his sensitive tip, humming in amusement as a shiver runs through his body and he pouts down at you.

“ah ah ah,” you tut. “a little impatient now, aren’t we?”

kaeya wants to retort with the words bubbling on his tongue, and he’s ready to blame it on the you who so relentlessly pushed his every button until he’d crack, but it all dies behind his lips as you climb up his body. your skin against his is almost too much as you kiss him, the very room spinning as he groans into you. your pussy grinds deliciously against his aching cock as you drag your hips — to and fro, repeatedly you tease him as his strength fades him and his voice leaves him unrestricted. choked moans are close to sobs as he grips on to your hips, he throws his head back and tries so desperately to match your movements by bucking his hips up, but oh, you can’t possibly let him have it so easily can you?

“not yet, kaeya,” you say gently as your teeth graze his neck, and the poor man groans pathetically beneath you as he forces his hips to still. “patience, remember? i can’t let you cum like this.”

the implication of your words isn’t lost on him. as realization swims within his blue eyes, you feel his heart beat stutter against you. the delicious rise and fall of his chest fills your own veins with euphoria and you greedily drink in every pretty little moan he gives you when you suck against his skin. you know every little weak point of his, know where to tease him to break him, and the results are always so mesmerizing to you — the way the cavalry captain melts against your palm when you caress his face and trace your kisses along his jaw. and oh, gods above, he has such a lovely voice. to hear the room fill with his moans and gasps is a reward greater than none other, and tonight — just as all nights before — you plan to make him sing for you.

you’ve teased him for far too long, you decide as you finally reach down to take his cock into your palm. he’s heavy against your fingers and twitching, slick with your spit and his precum. his breath catches in his throat as finally, finally, he feels his tip rubbing against your entrance. you’re so terribly wet, your juices spill down the length of him and between your fingers and kaeya wants nothing more than to be inside you.

a long, drawn-out curse pours out from him as you sink down on him.

immediately, he feels your walls clamping down around him, sucking him in as you adjust to his size. there’s a terrible satisfaction he finds in watching your concentration break, as your own moans escape you and your breath dances on staccatos when he stretches your pussy.

“fuck, kaeya,” you swear, hands pressed against his chest as you take all of him inside you. lips agape, your hair messy and eyes unfocused, you’re a work of art like this, and kaeya can’t resist the temptation to pull your body down, to press your lips against his as he grinds up into you. you reward him with a gasp of his name, but you don’t push him away. against him, you fall apart just as you’d unraveled him in your hands, surrendering to him and the pleasure he’d give by filling you up. his cock drags against your walls in a steady rhythm, pumping with his thrusts and jolting your body till shaky moans of his name are all that you can utter.

“kaeya, kaeya, slow down—”

it’s so hard for him, to slow the motion of his hips bucking up and driving his cock further inside your walls, but he listens. you push yourself up with your palms as you try to regain your breath, the sight of your chest rising and falling so terribly mesmerizing to him. the sensation of your pussy fluttering around him with each intake of air drives him insane, it’s maddening — how can he hold himself back when your eyes peer down at him with so much lust and desire, unadultered want that causes his cock to twitch inside of you? you want him so much and the thought itself is a drug, dangerous and deadly in a way nothing else could ever satisfy him.

“thank you, baby,” you sigh, bending down to kiss him. you reach to tangle your fingers between his and pull him towards you, until he’s sitting up fully with you in his lap. the new position causes his dick to shift inside you, it’s tip pressing against a dangerous place that almost has your body fold into his chest. slowly, you guide his hands to wrap around your back, and he obediently follows, pulling your waist flush against his while your own hands reach to cup his face. and once more, you lean in to kiss him and drink in everything he gives to you. liquor and wine falls from his tongue and pours down your throat, filling up every part of you so that you grow drunk on him, on his taste, on his everything. fire burns beneath your skin where he touches you, and you pull him closer — ever eager and ever wanting more, to feel him in earnest and to drown with him.

“i’m gonna make you cum, okay?” the words leave you on a breathless gasp that barely manages to escape, because you’re both on each other again, kissing with such greed and desperation as if you’d never get enough. “i want you to cum inside kaeya, please.”

oh, by the archons, your plea is almost enough to send him over the edge. kaeya groans, finally pulling back so that he can look up at you, to meet your lustful gaze. “after teasing me like that?” he challenges with a raised brow, and it’s immediate the way your lips grow into a responsive smile. “i don’t know if i wanna do that for you, sweetheart.”

you scoff playfully, shoving his shoulder. “don’t ruin it, asshole!” you can’t help the laugh that escapes as he buries his face against your neck, leaving kisses that send butterflies through your stomach. his smile imprints against your skin as he hums, and it’s a playful feeling until he grinds his hips up into you. you’re left grasping for his shoulder, head lulling back as a choked cry leaves your lips.

“ah—!”

“ruin what?” he asks innocently, and you know it’s your karma for teasing him when his teeth graze your skin tauntingly. he chuckles as your own hips start to move in tandem with his, desperately seeking to set a quick pace until his hands ground you. the way you grind against him is almost mindless, instinctively chasing after that feeling of his cock hitting deep inside you, and you’re so close to getting lost in it all until he teasingly blows cold air against your ear.

“ah ah ah,” he mocks. “patience, remember?”

you scowl at him — how dare he use his words against you like this?

your expression melts away when he leans in to kiss you. his hands on your hips slowly begin to guide you, his pace lulled and unrushed to extend the both of your pleasures. “thaaaat’s it, honey,” he purrs as he begins to match your movement. “nice and slow, just like that.”

he laughs as he feels your pussy fluttering at the praise, but he makes no move to tease you while he’s caught up in this moment. your brows furrowed as your arms latch around his shoulder, holding on so desperately as if letting him go would cause this moment to end — sin is etched all over your face while you grind against him just like he showed you, crying out his name on the sweetest moans as he pumps himself into you.

“oh, god, kaeya…”

“mhm?” he responds to your lewd sigh with a kiss against your chin, before pulling back to admire you. “feel good baby?”

“yes…” you throw your head back, whining at the depth of him inside you. “yes, you feel so good...” it’s almost too much for you as you moan softly. the pace he set for you allows you to feel each drag of his cock inside you in great detail, for the feeling of him rubbing against you to fully sink in as he fills you up.

kaeya grunts as he feels you tighten around him, arms pulling around your waist to press your hips closer, selfishly wanting to feel more and more of you, to taste more of you. “shit, (y/n),” he swears, and his words are almost a chuckle as he helplessly looks up at you. “i don’t think i can last like this.”

“just a little longer, okay?” you beg him. your voice is pitched high on needy whines that only tighten the coil in his gut. “i’m almost there — nnh, fuck — just a… just a little more, please…”

you reach your hand down between your bodies and rub small circles over your clit, keeping your motions in riding him as you chase your own high. your other hand wrapped around the back of his head is what helps you keep balance, and you bounce a few more times on his cock before, finally, you feel that familiar wave rush over you. “fuck fuck fuck, aaaah, fuck, kaeya i’m cumming—”

the sound that escape you are so filthy, yet they pour out on soft, almost whining moans as you finally cum, crying out his name while you come undone. all the while, kaeya never takes his eyes off of you, drinking in your sounds and your image as you ride your high, coaxing him close to his own end as your hips continue rolling against him.

“shit, (y/n),” he groans, long and loud as finally, he cums inside of you, drunk on the way you continue to grind down on him while he empties his load into you. the sensation of his warmth causes you to purr happily, feeling it being pushed deeper inside you with every thrust of his hips. you pull him in for a long kiss, as messy as it is passionate as his body melts against yours, your arms the only thing holding him upright. when your lips part, his forehead falls against your shoulder and he pulls your body until you’re fully pressed against him.

“fuck!” he laughs breathlessly, and you respond with a chuckle of your own as your hands begin carding through his hair.

“you were really pent up, hm?” you hum. the man scoffs against you, but doesn’t make a move to lift his head; his words vibrate sweetly against your skin as he pressed lazy kisses to your shoulder and neck.

“naturally,” he sighs. “with a meeting so painfully boring and you basically fucking me with your eyes, how could i not be?”

your response is to gasp, as if wounded by his words as you pull away — much to his harmless frustration — to meet his eyes.

“me?? how could i do something so provocative?” and despite your words, your smile is very telling as you press your nose to his, swooping in for a quick kiss that he immediately chases.

“how could you, indeed!” kaeya chastises you. “can you imagine just how tempted i was to fuck you right then and there inside that office? i’m surprised i managed to wait until we got home.”

you smile playfully, wrapping your arms around his neck and kissing him once more, though this time, you don’t pull away. you’re content in letting your forehead rest against his as your fingers play with the hair at the nape of his neck, biting your lip with mischief as you whisper seductively. “well, i can’t say i have anything against that idea.”

“is that so?” kaeya drawls, eyebrow raised in challenge. suddenly, he flips you over on your back, causing you to laugh at the surprise until you feel his cock hardening inside you once more. the sight of him hovering over you, resting on his palms causing your pussy to suck him inside you — clearly neither of you have had enough.

you smile up at him, meeting his challenge as you roll your hips against him, one leg lifting to rest on his shoulder as you beckon him with one finger.

“you’re a baaaad, bad girl, you know?” he takes pleasure in the way your expression melts out into bliss as he rolls his hips into you, a sinful moan escapo you as he stirs his cum inside of you. you truly are a work of art, he admires — the way you looks so utterly fucked out beneath him and yet wanting more of him sends desire coursing through his being. heavens above, he wants to ruin you.

“well then, captain, you aught to set me straight.”

please come talk to me about my work and if you liked it or not. validate me or shame me please i’m lonely and seeking attention of any kind. please i’m begging i’ll give you anything you want just please come talk to me <3

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[sombreboy]

Split↬snakehybrid!pjm

⤍18+ ⤍pairing: snakehybrid!pjm x female reader ⤍genre: pwp smut, hybrid, fluff ⤍word count: 3.9k ⤍warnings: profanity, jimin has a cute hiss/lisp, neither is sub or dom in this but jimin is pretty whiny and soft but so is y/n haha ig they’re just whiny for eachother, blowjob, pussy eating with that dextrous split tongue, light breathplay, Jimin has two BIG cocks im not even sorry for this one, double penetration (yes it anatomically works in this world we’re all monsterfuckers here), double creampie? is it even called creampie in the ass too...Just, a lot of cum, biting, mentions of blood, fluffy ending. A/N: Enjoy this surprise. I know many of you wanted this. I worked really hard on it, so please praise me with your love. As always, thank you for reading my filth. xoxo

“Jimin? What are you doing--”

You were unable to finish your sentence before his pillowy lips found purchase on yours, hungrily devouring your mouth with a newfound aggression that contrasted his normally sweet, gentle behavior. A whimper escaped your throat that the snake hybrid gladly swallowed, a rumbling groan erupting in the core of his chest in response to his favorite sound.

He pulled back momentarily, his hot breath fanning your face as it lingered close. Those intense eyes were staring straight through you like scorching razorblades, pupils shrunk into thin slits of focus. He only had eyes for you, you, you in this very moment-- and there was only one thing he desired. And you knew exactly what it was, and just the thought of what he seemed to have in mind had your body immediately reacting accordingly, heating up several degrees until your skin felt flushed hot.

Jimin was sensitive to changes in temperature, and loved how he was able to trigger your flesh to heat up for him like his own personal source of warmth. But nothing compared to the comforting, maddening heat beneath your skin.

“Baby… You know exactly what I’m doing.” He murmurs against the skin of your jawline, smoothing the button of his nose down your neck until he inhales deeply to take in your scent. You smelled so divine, mixed with his own since he’d claimed you as his mate for the first time. “Wanna play with you.”

“Yes.” You didn’t hesitate, your body was already more than ready, responding to his every graceful movement against your body. His hands gently smoothed down your curves, snaking beneath your shirt to caress your stomach while he took advantage of the towering force of his body to guide your steps backwards towards the bed. You complied, naturally submissive to his ministrations as you allowed him to place you on the bed, sitting on the edge with your palms flat on the soft duvet. He stood in front of you, between your spread legs while gazing down at you. He tugs your shirt up and off your torso, tossing it to the floor without even blinking to avoid missing a single second of seeing you.

“You’re so pretty.” You look up at him with admirations swirling in your eyes. Without thinking, your hands settle on his clothed thighs, running them up his firm muscles until you reach the waistline of his pants, curling your fingers around it to gently tug downwards-- signaling that you want to free the hardening bulge from the cage of fabric. “Wanna play with you too.”

Jimin’s forked tongue slipped out his slightly parted lips, swiping them across the delicate, pillowy skin until a layer of his spit served as a natural gloss, only adding to his unfair beauty. His pupils dilated significantly the second you gasp when you visibly see his cocks twitch through the clothing-- always amazed by his hybrid-like assets.

“Yeah, okay... A little-- You know I get impatient…” Jimin wasn’t blessed with patience, often greedy to get straight to the point of what he desired. But the look in your eyes made him want to give you the world. He couldn’t do that, though, but what he could do was to give you himself.

“I know, Jimin. You can’t help it.” He really couldn’t. When he gets excited, he loses control, the predatory part of his hybrid self taking over almost completely. However, that was exactly what you wanted..

You slowly pulled his pants down together with his underwear, flinching when his cocks sprung free in front of your face. You’re practically foaming at the mouth already, seeing how the swollen tips are glistening with beads of precum, waiting for you to indulge in his sinful flesh. So you did, grasping both in your hands, slowly stroking them from the get go with little to no patience yourself.

He was already hard in your hands, the velvety skin radiating heat. Jimin whined quietly in annoyance, rutting his hips forward to press his girths closer to your mouth-- you got the hint. You parted your lips, taking one of his cocks into your mouth, tongue swirling around the head before diving forward to take it all. You’ve done it countless times before, but every single time the tip of his turgid length prodded the back of your throat, he moans out loud. It’s one of his favorite things, how you’re able to take him so deep until there’s no more space for him to keep pushing.

“Fuck, that feels good, baby... “ Jimin’s tongue lisps lightly around the ‘S’, hissing out his cursed praises. His free hand grasps his untouched cock beneath the one currently buried down your throat, stroking himself simultaneously to the rhythm you quickly found as you sucked him off. His other hand strokes your hair, his delicate, ring-clad fingers brushing your curls behind your ears to see your face better. His hips begin to rut forward to meet your mouths as it comes down on him, watching your lips stretch around his girth with every drag back and forth, back and forth, the skin of his length wetter with each repeated action.

The praise has your cheeks rosy, beaming with pride at how easily he was falling apart just because of your mouth. However, his faux submission didn’t last long until he decided it was your turn to crumble beneath him. He gently grasped your hair into his fist, pulling you back until his length is stripped from the warmth of your wet mouth, a thick string of saliva dripping down your chin.

You look up at him once more, this time feeling your cunt throb when you make eye contact with the predatory stare that came from above, tunnel visioned on you, and you only. He never lied to you when he said his patience was practically nonexistent.

“That’s enough, baby. Take your clothess off…” he lisps endearingly, biting down on his lower lip when you don’t waste time to obey his commands. Your shirt was already off with his assistance, and you threw the bra to join the fabrics on the floor. Laying down on your back, you wiggle your hips while pulling down your pants, eyes never wavering from his. Your snake-like movements mesmerized even him. The prey taunted the predator.

“Moving like that, you drive me crazy… sshit..” Jimin groans, his hand stroking both cocks to the view below him of you stripping down to just your panties. You lift your legs up, taking off the pants completely to toss them away into any direction-- it didn’t matter anyway. All that mattered was how riled up Jimin was while watching you, his wet cocks gliding against one another as he kept them in his firm grasp, slick sounds striking the room. His hissing got louder between grunts, and eventually he whines when he stops touching himself, instead coaxing you to move up towards the headboard of the bed to give him space to crawl between your spread legs, still hidden by the thin, soaked panties that you intentionally left on, knowing he loved to see the cotton stick to your cunt like a second layer of skin.

“J-Jimin…” You whine when he leans in between your legs, his hot breath fanning your clothed pussy as his darkened gaze flickers up to meet yours. His lips tug into a teasing smirk, showcasing his pointed fangs that you were so fond of-- for various reasons. His split tongue snakes out from his parted lips, giving your wet panties a long, slow drag from the bottom up to your clit. His moan vibrates in his chest at how he could taste and smell you through his taste buds, the sweet and tangy essence he couldn’t wait to soak his tongue in.

“Lovely.” Jimin praised yet again, smoothing the pads of his finger down your slit, feeling the heated skin beneath the panties. He slowly stroked his fingers up and down a few times before tugging at the thin fabrics, catching it between his fangs to rip it off with one smooth motion of his razor sharp teeth. You exhale audibly at the sight, hands curling up against the sheets to grab a fistful in anticipation-- you know exactly what you’re in for, and just knowing had your body shuddering from the thrill. Only one man could make you feel this riled up with so little, he hadn’t even begun to properly play with you.. yet. 

“P-please, it’s torture…” You whine, knowing all too well which ones of his buttons to push. Begging, whining-- he’d be a puddle that obliged to your wishes within a heartbeat, playing it off as his own greed. He’s domineering, and thrives through the power he possesses over you, sure-- but that didn’t mean he was immune to your pleading, sweet voice. It drove him mad, and if patience could go minus on a scale, his was dropping with every shaky breath that escaped your lips.

“Now who’s impatient..” Jimin teased, giving in to your pleas nonetheless. He understood the feeling better than anybody, and he saw no reason in dragging out the torture any longer than necessary, for the sake of you both. He gets comfortable between your legs, properly situated to finally allow his pillowy lips to kiss your clit softly, drawing another breathy whimper from your pretty throat, watching your chest shudder. He lets his split tongue slip past his parted lips, licking up the wet arousal that had seeped from your cunt, his hot breath hitting your skin as he exhales in rapture. He loved eating you out, and it was of no surprise that you loved it just as much-- his tongue was skilled, and perfectly shaped to give it a unique feeling compared to what a normal, human tongue could do.

Jimin said nothing from then on, but simply allowed his ministrations to speak for him. His dexterous tongue lapped at your dripping entrance, slowly, but not too slow to make it unbearable. He licked upwards stripes, his own drool mixing with the continuous essence that leaked out with every sweet constriction he coaxed from you when his moans vibrated against your pussy.

“You taste sso good, baby.” He sighs blissfully, inching even closer. The wet sounds his mouth made was sinful, alternating between licking and sucking lightly with his plushy, glossy lips. You were squirming above him, arching your back as your hands searched for his golden locks, tangling your fingers into his roots before tugging, pushing him closer to your core for more friction.

“H-harder-- make me cum, Jimin, ah…” You whimper, gritting your teeth in frustration-- you wanted more, more, more, greedy for him to please you further. He whines when you tug at his hair, but allowed you either way to control him. His lips found your clit, sucking at it tastefully, swirling his forked tongue around it to properly give you the attention you craved. His hands were tightly grabbing at your thighs, keeping your moving body in place as he picked up the pace when you kept tugging at his roots, spurring the aggression in him. The pain you caused him made him go harder-- so you closed your fist, pulling harder, and as you anticipated, his mouth treated you rougher.

“G-god, yes-- just like that, so good, I’ll c-cum.. Fuc-k!” Your throaty moans were like music to his ears, but he could only hear the muffled version of it as your fleshy thighs were pinning him in place, pushing against his ears. He could practically hear your heartbeat in your thighs, the warmth comforting and maddening to his senses, your throbbing, swollen clit impossibly hard in his mouth as he kept abusing it with his tongue. He rutted against the bed, his cocks leaking profusely with precum from how desperate you were to cum-- and it made him feel the desperation right on his tongue, both tasting and smelling your impending orgasm.

Your harsh grasp in his blonde curls didn’t cease, but increased the second his wet, skilled tongue flicked over your clit harder, coaxing your orgasm more and more until finally, it hits you like a tidal wave, drowning you in blinding rapture. Your back arched, your insides pulsating in a rhythmical pattern, every throb causing your body to twitch, and your silent cries only came out as gasps. Jimin pulled through, unable to breathe for a mere few seconds, still keeping his split tongue wrapped around your clit, feeling the way it pulsated against his lips. His muffled moan was more than enough for you to know he loved this just as much, but the moment he tapped your thigh you quickly let go of him so he could pull back and gasp for air.

“Ah, I’m s-sorry…” You half laugh, half whine, your dewy skin glistening with sweat, chest moving up and down with every shaky, heavy breath. You look down at his black stare, admiring you as if you were his entire universe. And to him, you are, no doubt.

“Don’t be. I loved it-- sso pretty... Sso hot…” Jimin huffed, giving your soaked entrance one last lick, gathering your essence on his tongue before slipping his tongue back into his mouth, savoring the taste. “Mmm...  You’re sso delicious, baby.”

“Gah.. D-don’t say that, it’s embarrassing.” You hid your face in your palms, face flushed with embarrassment and the lingering arousal in your body. You felt him get up from his position, crawling on top of your body to kiss your hands that covered your face. Slowly, you removed them to peek at him, only to see his pearly, sharp smile, eyes squinted into the most beautiful crescent moons.

“You’re too cute. How can you act so innocent after using my mouth like that?” Jimin cooed, leaning back in to kiss your lips. It tasted like you, but you didn’t mind-- because it was living proof that he’d just indulged in his favorite treat.

Well, one of his favorite treats.

Jimin sat back up on his knees, his cocks standing tall and needy for any attention whatsoever at this point. He’d been so patient after all, putting effort into making you feel so good. Now that you’re soaked, both his mouth and swollen heads of his lengths were dripping with desperation to finally fuck you.

“Baby?” Jimin’s soothing voice was like a siren’s song, impossible to ignore-- absolutely impossible to say no to.

“Yes?”

“Ride me, please?” His eyelashes fluttered, flirting his way through your heart to get what he desired. And it worked--- obviously. He wouldn’t even have to ask this nicely. He treated you well, so you wanted to give it right back.

You nod, moving to the side to let him take your previous place, laying on his back. He propped himself up a little with a few pillows, reaching for your body with a pout when he felt cold without the warmth that is you.

“You’re still the more impatient one.” You giggle as you straddle him, lifting your hips up above his cock. He watched with wide eyes, nodding in agreement to whatever you said at this point-- all he could think about was to fill you up.

“Yeah, yeah.” He murmured, guiding your hips down slowly to sink down on one of his cocks, the other left untouched, sandwiched between the fleshy cheeks of your ass. His cocks were wet, easily providing a pleasant glide against your skin.

“I really want to be able to fill you with both this time…” Jimin confessed while he swallowed tightly, fangs clamping down on his lower lip as he pushed you down further to take his entire length in your warm insides. His cocks throbbed, one in you and one against your ass, a heavy exhale slipped past his lips in bliss. “So fuckin’ goood to me, shit… Rock your hipss, baby, use me.”

“God, you’re so pretty Jimin…” You praised him right back, feeling his cock pulsate with every sweet word coming from you. He loved it when you called him pretty in various ways. Rocking your hips back and forth, his cock grinds deeply inside of you, causing yourself to moan from using him to please yourself. “And s-so big, fuck..”

“I know.” Jimin crooked a playful eyebrow at you, but just as quickly his shit eating grin was wiped off when you spit in your palm, hand snaked behind your back to stroke the cock that wasn’t already wrapped in your heat. “Ahh, yes.. Touch it-- touch it more…” He whined, his hands grabbing your thighs to coax you to rock your hips harder. You did so, all while teasing the wet head of his free length.

“Want to fill both my holes with your pretty cocks, Jimin?” You said sweetly, already knowing the answer. His hips bucked upwards in response, his hissed curses spurring your growing confidence. You slowed your movements, guiding the drenched tip to prod at your ass. Slowly, you teased your tight rim until you could comfortably slip it inside, carefully allowing him to fill you up to the brim with both of his blessed, turgid lengths. You gasped again, overwhelmed by how full you felt, so complete.. “O-oh my god....”

“Yes, yeah, fuck yess..” Jimin screwed his eyes shut for a moment, stilling his movements for your sake, wanting you to decide when it’s time to move. He knew it’d be a lot, and he’s so proud of you for taking both his cocks at once-- such a fucking good girl for him. “Tight, isn’t it? Take it easy..”

“Yeah, you’re big, Jimin…Unf..” You place your palms flat down on his toned abdomen, breathing steadily to relax your muscles. The two of you truly felt each other then, his flesh filling you up in such a completing way that he’d never done before. Your warm insides hugging him snugly, comforting him in every sense of the word-- he felt at ease, like this is where he belonged all along. 

You began to move when you felt ready, grinding your hips against him, feeling the twitching of his needy cocks inside of you with every movement-- not a single moment went unnoticed by him, every breath and whine that slipped past your lips was pure bliss. You picked up the pace a bit, rocking faster on him, growing greedier with every low curse, hiss and moan that pushed past his bit swollen lips, his blunt nails digging into your thighs.

“D-don’t go too fast, I’ll cum…” He whined, licking his sharp fangs as he stared at the way your body jiggled on top of him. His hips rutted upwards, changing the rocking motion into an up and down bounce, causing you to moan out in pleasure when his cocks abused the thin wall of flesh separating his lengths, grinding against one another.

“M-maybe I want you to..” You breathe out, your voice nowhere as coy as you had imagined it to be-- it was impossible to tease when he brushed against every inch of your sensitive insides, the sweet stretch driving you mad. But on the other hand, you could tell he’s the one who was falling apart underneath you, the common tick of his where he continuously swiped his tongue over his sharp fangs, a known quirk of his when he’s desperately trying to control his impending orgasm by feeling the sting of his teeth. “Want you to fill me up so well. Help me, fuck me harder. I c-can’t by myself.”

“Mhm.” Jimin’s nails had dragged down your thighs countless times at this point, coaxing red welts to form in his rake. He smoothed his palms up your body, digging his digits into your hips to get a proper hold of you, aiding in your bouncing motion, allowing you to plunge down on his cocks harder to meet his bucking hips, forcing the slapping sound of skin to skin to grow more prominent in the room. “Oh, baby, I swear… I’ll cum, ah…”

Those few, sweet words spoken in his lustful, canary voice was all you needed to feel a rush of energy pump through your veins, adamant to make him cum just as good as he made you. Your fingers curled on the skin of his stomach, light scratches forming on his milky tone as you bounced on his cocks harder, faster, deeper-- the shameless wet smacking sounds driving you both towards lustful madness. His split tongue continuously swiped over his teeth, lips, biting down hard on his pillowy, delicate skin. His teeth itched to bite down on something, the scorching heat pooling in his abdomen creeping up on him faster than ever before.

“B-baby-- Wanna bite.” Jimin pleaded, but it wasn’t a command. The biting wasn’t your favorite, he knew this, but he felt desperate. It was his way of marking you, claiming you-- to show you he loved you and you only during a time like this. “I promise I’ll be g-gentle, please.. I’m cumming, fuc-k!”

You didn’t hesitate, wordlessly leaning forward to offer him your neck, all while his tight grasp moved to your ass, forcing you down over and over on his lengths. His lips immediately kiss down your neck, searching for his favorite spot in the slope where your neck meets your shoulder. His lips curl up as his fangs came into view, not wasting a second of this given opportunity to let them sink into your soft skin. Your body tensed up, holes constricting around his lengths, just the way he anticipated--and had hoped for. He kept fucking up into you, hissing as his razor-like fangs chomp down your neck, savoring the throaty cries that pushed past your lips.

“O-oh, ow, shit-- fuck! Jimin, ahh… F-feels good.” You reassured him, knowing that although his primal instincts took over the second his fangs bit into you, one of his hands soothingly ran up and down your waist as the other remained tight, fucking you down on him. However, it only took a few more punishing thrusts before he pushed you down once more, but this time keeping you still, emptying himself into both of your holes. His body tensed up, hips stuttering as he hissed out, lips curled up as he bit down harder. This is where he’s the most lost in his hybrid part of himself, mating you like it’s the first time, although it’s far from it.

“D-doing so well, Jimin…” You praised as you felt his body relax slowly, cocks pulsating as hot cum gushed out into the tight space, already seeping out from the lack of anywhere else to go. His hands is the first indication that he’d come back down to reality, smoothing down your back and pulling you close to his body. Lastly, he unhinged his jaw and let go, licking his bloody fangs clean before holding you close, still lodged deep inside of you with no intention of removing you from this position just yet.

“Thank you, baby.” Jimin stroked your back, nuzzling his nose into your hair to coax you to look up at him. When you did, he smiled. The familiar, pearly smile that caused his eyes to form into this lovely squint that had your heart fluttering. “I love you.”

This man was really made out of sugar, spice and everything nice.

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protective/possessive alpha iwa-chan and semisemi popping in when someone's making their gf (omega or beta idc really) uncomfy👉🏼👈🏼

a/n - went for a beta reader with iwa because i thought i'd branch out a bit. never written specifically for a beta before so i hope it went alright!

warnings - reader in an uncomfortable situation, kind of harassment??

you forced a smile onto your face. it was tight-lipped, almost a grimace, as one hand closed around your wrist, the other bracing against the wall at your head, blocking an escape route. you glanced around, hoping to make eye contact with at least someone. the corridor was, unfortunately, empty, most people still watching the volleyball game. you would have still been there, you pondered, if you hadn't decided to go to the toilet, if you had just stayed in your seat and watched the games conclusion. still, it was odd that this alpha was coming onto you. as a beta, you had never felt helpless. often you managed to slip under the radar, your scent not enticing enough to attract any extra attention.

"um, could you maybe let go of my wrist?" you questioned, giving your arm a tug. his fingers loosened, allowing you to pull your hand away. you cradled it to your chest, nose wrinkling at the sudden scent that permeated your nostrils. "any reason why you're so close to me?"

"should there be a reason?" the alpha questioned, pressing closer to you, his nose brushing the tip of yours. you grimaced then, jerking your head back, it hitting the wall with a thump. "shouldn't a beta like you be honoured to have got my attention? i know omegas who would beg to be this close to me."

"well, i already have an alpha," you stammered, gesturing at the teal jacket you were wearing to illustrate your point. the alpha simply scoffed.

"you really expect me to believe an alpha actually claimed you?"

"isn't that what you were trying to do?" growled a voice, a scent of pine wafting towards you. you sucked in a lungful, feeling your breathing calm as you turned your head, eyes locking with iwaizumi's. the worry was clear, masking the anger momentarily as he assessed you for any harm. he was thankful there were no bite marks in your neck, unsure of how much longer he would have been able to maintain control. as it were, his patience was growing thin.

the alpha chuckled, turning his head to regard iwaizumi coolly. "why don't you leave us alone, yeah?"

"or maybe you could step the fuck away from my mate," he spat, taking another step forward, scent flaring. the alpha's eyes widened at that, his nostrils twitching as he breathed in your scent. there was an unmistakable hint of pine. "what? only just realised they're mine, that they smell of me? not much of an alpha if you couldn't have figured out that much."

his lips were drawn back in a snarl as he reached forward to yank the alpha away, shoving him onto the floor. iwaizumi spared you a single glance before he lost himself in his anger, pinning the alpha to the floor and launching a fist at hia face. the blows rained down; the sound of a nose cracking echoed through the corridor. you let out a shout, rushing forward to grab at his wrist, stopping its descent.

"stop, haji, please," you begged, wishing you were an omega in this moment. you could have used your scent to calm him. as it were, you only had your presence. you pressed your free hand to his cheek, realising belatedly that this wasn't the best move. moments before, it was this hand that had been held in the alpha's grip. iwaizumi's nose twitched at the scent, another growl escaping.

"he fucking touched you," he hissed, pulling his wrist from your grip and landing a solid hit to the alpha beneath him. almost feral, he looked up at you again. "where else did he touch you?"

"nowhere, i promise," you pleaded, resting a hand on his shoulder, nails digging in. "let's just go. please, haji."

iwaizumi grumbled, looking back into your pleading eyes then down at the alpha beneath him. reluctantly, he stood from the floor, shooting the alpha one last glare before you were tugging him away.

"why did you leave?" he asked, pulling you to a stop once you had left that corridor. his arms were around your waist, holding you close as he buried his nose in your hair, drawing in a deep breath. his heart was racing and you reached up to run your fingers through his hair.

"i'm safe, hajime," you reassured him, hand rubbing up and down his back in a soothing motion. you leaned fully into him, resting your head against his chest. "nothing bad happened to me."

"it could have," he mumbled, lips brushing the top of your head. "i've never been so scared, so angry. i-i never thought something like this could happen to you. i should've scented you more, made it clear you're off limits."

"that might not have changed anything," you sighed, pulling away slightly, hands reaching up to rest on his shoulders. you offered up a weak smile, though your mind still replayed those moments before he'd come, when you didn't know what would have happened. "don't beat yourself up about it. i'm fine now. i'm safe."

you leaned in, brushing your lips against his once , twice, until he kissed you back, pulling you into him harshly. his hand tangled in your hair, cupping the back of your head as he kissed you, his lips soft against yours despite the fierceness of your embrace.

discreetly, eyeing the alpha looming beside you, you slipped out your phone and typed a hurried message to semi. hitting the send button, you slipped it back into your pocket. your eyes flicked upwards, noting the way he was looking at you as if it were his right to. you tugged at the jacket hanging from your frame, pulling it around you, arms wrapping around your waist. a smirk formed across the alpha's face, and he leaned into you.

"what are you covering up for, omega?" he questioned, ignoring the way you shifted away from him, bumping into a person to your right. "i was enjoying the view."

"i'm not interested," you stated, scanning the crowd hoping to spot a familiar head of ashy-blonde hair. "i already have an alpha."

"doesn't mean i can't appreciate the view," he grinned, a fingertip running lightly along your cheekbone. you flinched, pulling away from him, eyes widening. "plus, i don't see any alpha. if it were me, i wouldn't have left you all alone."

"um, he's actually performing, that's why," you stammered, pointing vaguely in the direction of the stage to reiterate your point. after this encounter, it was unlikely semi would let you watch from the audience again. he had told you it was a bad idea, had tried to make you stay backstage with him, but you had wanted to experience it within the crowd, feel the energy radiating from them.

the alpha let out a laugh, tilting his head in amusement. it was clear he thought it was a lie, likely one told by many omegas who had been in your position. at that present moment, the only thing keeping your palms from growing clammy was the knowledge that semi was heading towards you. taking a slight step back, you peered around the alpha's form, making eye contact with semi through the crowd. his jaw tightened at the sight.

he moved through the crowd effortlessly, cutting through the people until his hand clamped down onto the alpha's shoulder, fingers digging in. semi growled, the sound low and threatening, "back off."

"okay," laughed the alpha, holding his hands up in surrender. "i get it, dude. i'll go. plenty of other omegas out there."

though the comment, the alpha's blasé attitude, didn't sit right with semi, he couldn't afford to focus on it, stepping towards you immediately. you collapsed into his chest, taking in a deep lungful of his scent. it grounded you, made you feel safe. one arm wrapped around your waist, the other resting on the back of your head as he held you to him. your hands clung to the material of his t-shirt, and you glanced up at him.

"thank you, eita," you breathed, brushing a kiss to the underside of his jaw. his arms tightened around you at the affectionate and he pressed a brief kiss to the top of your head.

"next time you want to watch from the crowd, i'm inviting ushijima and he can stay with you."

you nodded, not eager for a repeat of the situation you had found yourself in.

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