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[jasmine7031]

T-MARKET｜TORANOMON HILLS

Located inside Toranomon Hills, T-market offers a wide variety of food, including excellent desserts.

[miumura]

LOVE HANGOVER ── K.DH SMAU ONESHOT

──── i had woke up in a daze ｡ ｡ my sweat was cold, my lip was cracked ｡ ｡ you know i’m going to do it again ( ✶ )

IN OTHER WORDS ──── ノ • drunk tweeting about how badly miss your ex might be the worst ( best ) thing you’ve ever done.

ex ! leehan x f ! reader ⌕ exes2lovers, fluff, crack ( ? ) ˊᯅˋ ments. of drinking, y/n is horrendously down BAD. ( dw, he is too ) ノ 💬 › just a random thought / word blurb …

‘💬’ ─── i always treat my long smau oneshots like a mini smau series wth 😭

BND PERM TAGLIST ( OPEN ) ! — @juyeoz @j4d @itsactuallylina @rizzwoos @fleurhoons @htaesan @macapunoz @pumpkg

[rennebright]

一ノ瀬 志希 by KJI (rozo) [Twitter/X] ※Illustration shared with permission from the artist. If you like this artwork please support the artist by visiting the source.

[miizuyu]

Just finished reading TAMN a couple days ago and AUGHHH..what am I to read before bed now 💔

>Au by uhohbestie (There are monsters nearby)

It's so good I could write an essay on why I love it so much 。・゜・(ノД`)・゜・。

expect more fanart while I grieve

[cute-singles-in-your-area]

[kittykittybaby]

♡ suki suki daisuki ♡ (*ノωノ)

Jun Togawa -  Suki Suki Daisuki

[yumigurumi]

「Iron Lotus」 feat. 夢ノ結唱 POPY & ROSE has hit 100k views on YouTube! 谢谢! 🩷🪷💙 (Illus. by @scolio-sin)

[saltcxrcle]

girls i've never tried ── . ✶ jo harvelle

summary: the two of you were just best friends, right? but then why did jo want to kiss you every time she saw you?

pairings: bi! jo harvelle x bi! reader, jo harvelle x fem!reader, mentioned prev dean x reader, slight implied deanjoノ wc: 4.4k warnings: 18+ MINORS DNI, no use of 'y/n', best friends to lovers, jealousy, making out, smut, lots of praise, oral (both receiving), fingering, slightly dom!reader and sub!jo, pet names (baby, honey, pretty girl, good girl, baby girl)<- mostly used by reader, title is a lyric from naked in manhattan by chappell roan which the fic is loosely based on, kinda edited; all mistakes my own a/n: its a crime that there isn't more gay fics for jo so here i am doing my due diligence and providing you guys some jo smut for all of my bi girlies (gn) and lesbians that love jo lol also idk how not yap in my fics lmao but enjoy! jo harvelle masterlist

JO WANTED TO KNOW WHAT IT WAS LIKE BEING WITH A GIRL. 

More specifically, she wanted to know what it would be like to be with her best friend, you. It was a thought that always crossed her mind, even when she was younger, and the two of you were messing around in her room, giggling at something you guys were reading in a magazine. 

You were her best friend ever since her father died, and your parents had shown up at the Roadhouse to offer their condolences to Ellen when they heard the news. You were a bit older than her but shot her a kind smile that made her stomach flip when you told her that you liked her Sleeping Beauty shirt. 

You practically grew up with Jo and Ellen, and your parents would leave you with her as they went on hunts, so the two of you stuck by each other like glue. Ellen called the pair of you “two peas in a pod.” 

Jo loved how quick-witted you were and how willing you were to teach her about hunting (even if her mom hated that your parents started taking you on hunts when you were just sixteen). But she saw less of you as you went on hunts with your parents before you started to go on your hunts after they had retired. 

You would stop by the Roadhouse occasionally when you could or when you were passing by, never failing to fill Jo in on the hunts you went on or which monsters you had killed in the time that you hadn’t seen her or Ellen. 

She remembers the time right before you stopped coming by as often, telling her how you lost your virginity to this guy named Dean, who had these bright green eyes and plush lips that felt so soft against yours. You mentioned that he was another hunter, and Jo had to bury the little green monster that she felt clawing at her chest as you detailed the experience. 

Jo didn’t know why she was jealous that guy got to be your first, but she chalked it up to not having been able to lose her virginity yet since everyone else around her was, including her best friend. 

But her jealousy almost always took center stage when you came around the Roadhouse and slept over, telling her about the men and women that you would hook up with on the road. Jo would have a fake smile plastered on her face because, apparently, she was a masochist when it came to you and asked you if you had met someone while on a hunt. 

It was only when she saw you flirting with a girl at the bar when you were helping Ellen and Jo out for the night—pouring and serving drinks to the patrons in the Roadhouse. 

God, I wish I was her. Jo thought as she saw you send the girl you were flirting with a sultry smile before the realization hit her like a bolt of lighting, 

Jo knew that she liked men. She just didn’t realize that she also liked women until she saw you wrap your arm around the girl’s waist, sending Jo a wink before the two of you sauntered out of the place once it was closing time. 

Now, it had been a couple of months since she had seen you, and the Winchesters were like a tornado, storming into the Roadhouse and effectively taking you off of her mind. Jo thought she was getting somewhere with Dean even though something about him seemed familiar to her, but she ignored it as she talked to him and refilled his whiskey. 

The door opened to the Roadhouse, and Jo didn’t look up from wiping down the bar, but Dean did, a smile appearing on his face as he saw you walk through the entrance. 

“Well, I’ll be damned, Winchester, didn’t think you knew this place.” You smirked at the sight of the Winchester brothers as you walked over to the bar. 

Jo’s eyes snapped up from what she was doing, her gaze trained on you as you gave Sam a quick side hug as a greeting. 

Dean grabbed your waist and tucked you into his side.  “It’s a small world for us hunters isn’t it?.” Dean joked as he squeezed your arm. “The only reason we come back is because the service is great here.” Dean winked at Jo. 

Jo’s eyes were lasered in on Dean’s arm around you. The familiarity of the gesture wasn’t lost on her. 

You chuckled at Dean’s words.“ You aren’t wrong there Dean.” 

You turned to face your best friend. “Hi Joey!” You greeted Jo with a bright smile. 

“You know the Winchesters?” Jo asked instead of saying hi back to you. 

You nodded, noting the bluntness of her tone, but you would talk to her later. “Yep, ran into Dean a long time ago, but ran into these two on that hunt with the revenant I told you about a while back.” 

Something clicked in Jo’s brain. This was the Dean that had taken your virginity all those years ago. The same Dean she thought she was interested in. Fuck. Of course, out of all people, it had to be him. God must hate me. She thought as she swallowed hard. 

“Ah, I remember now.” She sent you a tight smile. “Did you want your usual?” 

You looked down at your watch. “Not all that into day drinking, I’ll take a root beer though.” 

Jo nodded and went to the mini fridge below the bar to grab the root beer that you only drank when you weren’t feeling up to alcohol. She ignored the rush of relief that went through her when you finally pulled away from Dean’s side as you sat on the barstool in between Sam and Dean. Jo also ignored how her heart rate picked up when your fingers brushed against hers as she handed you your drink. 

The four of you fell into a conversation, but Jo barely participated. Witnessing the rapport between you and the Winchesters made her skin crawl as comfortable exchanges of touches between you and Dean made her burn with jealousy. Jealous of who? Jo could barely tell anymore. 

Sam noticed how quiet Jo was and how she was staring intently at you and Dean. He didn’t know what her problem was today. Still, regardless of her sudden silence, he tried to involve her in the conversation as best he could. Still, she gave short answers, which made you raise an eyebrow at her. 

But before you could question her attitude, customers started to file in, and the evening rush began for the Roadhouse. You decided to help out, hopping behind the bar and making drinks for the boys and other patrons. You had tried to talk to Jo in between serving and making drinks, but she managed to avoid you by going around, taking orders, and going to the kitchen. 

You huffed but let it go, figuring that something else earlier in the day had set her off. Sam and Dean left right before closing, promising you that they would text you if they needed help on their next hunt. Soon after they left, you made the last call before the Roadhouse closed. 

Once everything was cleaned up, Jo was nowhere to be seen, and you sighed. That girl was moody, and you were going to find out why. 

You quickly made your way to Jo’s room and found her sitting at her vanity, already dressed for bed and beginning to pull her hair up. 

“So, are you going to tell me what crawled up your ass and died?” You asked Jo as you leaned against her door frame. 

You heard her scoff. “It’s nothing.” 

“It doesn’t sound like “nothing”.” You kicked off of her door frame, toeing your boots off before walking further into her room and sitting on her bed. “Come on Jo, talk to me! You barely spoke to me today.” 

Jo said your name tiredly. “It’s just been a long day.” 

“Then it’s the perfect time to talk about it.” 

“I’d rather not right now.” Jo’s words came out clipped as she stood up from her vanity, aiming to go to the other side of her room to pull out socks from her dresser. 

But before she could, you grabbed her wrist, stopping her in her tracks. You stood up from the bed and tried to meet her eyes. 

“Jo, please, talk to me.” You pleaded softly. You could tell something was bothering her, and you just wanted to know what it was. “Is it because I didn’t check for a while?”

She shook her head, looking away from you. Jo debated on what to tell you. “Why didn’t you tell me that Dean Winchester was the guy that took your virginity?” 

“What?” Your eyebrows furrowed. “I didn’t know you guys knew each other until today. Besides, why does that matter? That happened so long ago.” 

Jo couldn’t look at you, biting her bottom lip. She didn’t want to admit to anything she wasn’t ready to face head-on. She ripped her wrist from your grip. 

“I told you it’s nothing. Can you just leave it?” Jo went back on her path towards her dresser, but you blocked her from even taking a step. 

“No, because I’m trying to talk to my best friend but she won’t even give me the time of day right now.” 

“And that’s my problem!” Jo’s outburst shocked you, your stomach dropping to your ass. 

A tense silence settled between you and her. 

“What do you mean?” You whispered. 

Jo sighed. “You’ve always been my best friend. But seeing you with Dean today, set me off.” 

“I-i do you like Dean? Is that why you’ve been acting short with me?” You swallowed thickly. 

You’ve always liked Jo ever since you realized that you like both girls and boys but kept that hidden from her—never once getting the vibe that she swung both ways. You liked Dean, but he was like your best friend, and you both had agreed that the first time was fun, but that time would be the only time the two of you would hook up. 

“No. I don’t think I do. All I know is that I was jealous that Dean got to have you and I-” Jo shut her mouth before she admitted her feelings for you. But the damage was already done. 

“And you what?” Your heart started to pound in your chest. “You cannot leave me hanging here Jo.” 

Jo bit her bottom lip, your gaze straying to her lips before you met her brown eyes once more. 

“I wished that I could have you in the same way Dean did.” Jo’s words were quiet, but they sounded deafening to your ears. 

You couldn’t help the smile that grew on your lips. “You could, you know?” 

“What?” Jo’s head was spinning at your words but also at the sight of the sly smile on your face. Her breath hitched as you stepped closer to her, your warm hands landing on her waist. 

“I’ve liked you for a long time Jo. If you wanted to sleep with me, you could have just asked, you know?” 

Jo’s heart felt like it could escape from out of her chest cavity. “I like you too. I wasn’t sure if it was in a friendly way or not.” 

You smiled at her as you leaned closer to Jo. “Well I’m glad it isn’t. Can I kiss you pretty girl?” Your breath was fanning over her lips, rubbing your nose against her as you saw her pretty brown eyes flutter. 

“Yes.” Her voice was breathy and filled with want. 

You wasted no time pressing your lips against Jo’s. Her lips were so soft and pliant as they moved against yours. You couldn’t help but push your lips against hers harder, pouring all of the years of secret yearning into it. 

Jo moaned against your lips, wrapping her arms around your neck as you pushed her backward until her knees hit the edge of her bed. Jo fell backward, breaking the kiss the two of you were sharing. She shuddered at the sight of your dark eyes, filled with desire, as you drank in the sight of her slightly swollen lips. 

Jo was dressed in some pajama shorts with a tight, long-sleeve shirt, and you could tell that she wasn’t wearing a bra, her nipples showing through the thin fabric. You internally groaned at the sight, but you crawled on top of the bed, making her crawl up it until her head hit her pillows. 

You hovered over her, cupping Jo’s face with one of your hands as you took in how the warm lighting from her lamp highlighted her features. “You’re so pretty.” You breathed out. 

Jo blushed at your praise, making you grin at the sight of her reddening cheeks. You leaned down and kissed her again—wanting to feel her soft lips against yours once more. Her kisses were addictive, and you were so sure that the taste of her would have you hooked on her indefinitely. 

You took the lead, swiping your tongue at the seam of Jo’s lips and groaning softly when you felt her tongue shyly dance with yours. Shit, she was so sweet, and you were going to have fun with her. 

Your free hand started to roam, cupping her breast through her shirt, squeezing it slightly. She let out the cutest squeak against your mouth, making you chuckle. 

“Is this okay?” You asked when you pulled away from her now swollen lips. 

“Yeah.” Jo answered with a small pant to her words. 

You ducked your head down, planting small kisses on her jaw before trailing down and nipping at the soft skin of her neck. Jo’s hands grabbed your biceps, squeezing as she let out the softest moan like she was afraid to be loud. The sound sent a wave of arousal through you and made you nip harder at her neck. 

“Don’t be afraid to be loud. Wanna hear you, honey.” You murmured into her skin, and you made your way to her collarbone, moving your hand from her breast and pulling the collar of her already low-cut shirt to suck at her chest. 

Jo continued to let out breathy moans, but they were louder this time around, and it was like music to your ears. The hand that was on her cheek moved to play with the hem of her shorts, but she grabbed your wrist. 

You looked at Jo, pulling away from her chest to look at her, her eyes wide and filled with nerves. 

“I-I’ve never been with a girl before.” 

Something inside of you purred at her words. This was a little archaic, but you were glad that you were going to be the first girl that she’d have sex with. 

“S’fine. Just relax, I’ll take care of you pretty girl.” You promised. 

Jo swallowed thickly before nodding. You kissed her softly, your hands tugging at the hem of her shirt. She got the memo and raised her arms up as you took off her shirt, exposing her bare chest to you. 

She resisted the urge to hide from your reverent stare. “God, you’re gorgeous Jo. So, so pretty.” You couldn’t help but praise her—pressing soft kisses down her chest and stomach before your lips hit the hem of her shorts. 

“Can I take these off?” Your fingers were hooked on the waistband of her shorts. 

She nodded again. But you shook your head. 

“I need words baby.” 

“Yes, you can take them off.” Jo’s words were rushed, clearly eager—any previous shyness dissipated as arousal flooded her veins. 

“Good girl.” You said before pulling her shorts, along with her underwear, down her legs, exposing her cunt to the cool air of the room. 

“Fuck.” You cursed at the sight of Jo’s bare center. There was a small patch of dark blonde hair at her pubic bone, and it was the most amazing sight you’ve ever seen. 

You settled between her open legs, your gaze on Jo’s cunt. Jo saw the hunger in your eyes, and she felt like you could devour her whole. She shivered in anticipation as your hands gripped her thighs. 

“Always knew you were going to have a pretty pussy. Bet it looks as good as it tastes.” You pressed teasing kisses to Jo’s inner thighs. She almost squirmed at the feeling—her hands grabbing at her sheets, wanting to feel your mouth on her. 

You leaned in closer to her pussy—it was practically glistening in the low light as you blew cool air on it, making Jo’s cunt clench around nothing. You laughed lightly at the small squeak that Jo made. Her hips canted forward—Jo wanted, no, needed to feel your mouth devouring her. 

“Did you need something baby?” You looked up from her wet slit to meet the pleading brown gaze of Jo. God, you hadn’t done anything, and she already looked fucked out. 

Jo whined. “Please.” She whispered. 

“Please what?” You knew you were being a bit mean, teasing her like this but it was too hard not to. “I need to hear you say it baby.” 

“Please put your mouth on me.” 

You grinned against her inner thigh, planting another kiss there. “My mouth is on you baby. You gotta be more specific.” 

Jo almost growled in frustration, her hand moving from the bed to grab the back of your head and shove you closer to her leaking cunt. “Need your mouth on my pussy.” 

“Wasn’t that easy?” You said before licking a wide strip from her slit to her clit. 

Jo let out a pleasured sigh from the feeling of your tongue finally on her aching cunt. You softly licked at her, swirling your tongue around her sensitive clit before wrapping your lips around it, suckling at the bundle of nerves softly. 

Moans left her pretty mouth, her noises spurring you on to continue your mission to get her to come around your mouth. You ate her out messily, uncaring of her slick getting all over your chin and mouth. She tasted so good. A mix of tang and musk flooded your senses as you licked at her slit, your nose buried in the soft hair at the top of her mound. 

Your dominant hand left her thigh as you pulled away from her. A little whine left her mouth in the midst of her moans. Your hand made its way to run through her wet fold, slicking up your fingers. 

“That feels good honey?” You nipped at her thigh, rubbing at her clit with your slicked-covered fingertips.  

“Uh huh.” Jo nodded furiously, her hair mussing up from the action. 

You slapped at her clit lightly, making her hip twitch at the sensation. “Words.” You reminded Jo before prodding at her entrance with your middle finger. 

“Yes! Feels so good, please.” Jo didn’t know what she was pleading for. All she knew was that she wanted to come. 

You didn’t respond, letting your finger slip into her warm pussy and feeling her gummy walls contract around it. Your mouth sealed around her clit again as your finger slowly moved in her. It didn’t take long for Jo’s moans to fill the room again. You could feel your underwear sticking to your absolutely drenched cunt, but you kept your focus on Jo, wanting to wring any and all bit of pleasure out of her. 

Your middle finger was soon joined by your ring finger. “S’tight baby. Can barely move my fingers with how hard you’re clenching around them.” 

Your words filled Jo’s lower belly with heat as her hips moved in tandem with your fingers, meeting your slow thrusts. 

Jo could feel the familiar burn building through her body when she thought of this very moment with her own fingers buried in her pussy alone in her room. 

“You’re close aren’t you? Can feel you clench around my fingers, you gonna come for me?” Your fingers found the spongy spot that she could never find herself and made a come hither motion, brushing against the spot each time your fingers moved in and out of her. 

Jo’s moans became higher and more frequent, and she was so close to cumming. But she was still missing something, and you could tell. You sealed your lips against her swollen clit and sucked hard. Jo let out a moan that almost sounded like a wail as she clenched around your fingers, gushing all over them and your face as heat filled her body and stars danced behind her eyes. 

You worked her through her orgasm, removing your fingers when her walls stopped clenching around them, and your tongue gently moved through her sensitive folds. You pressed one last kiss to her clit before trailing your lips up her soft skin, hovering over her and petting at her hair. 

“There she is.” You said before dipping down and kissing her tenderly. Jo thought it would be weird to taste herself on her lips, but if anything, it spurred her on. She pressed her lips hard against yours as her hands pawed at your shirt, wanting it off. You laughed at her eagerness and broke the kiss to help her take it off. 

Soon enough, you found yourself naked and in Jo’s position—on your back as she was hovering over you and squeezing at your breasts as she kissed you. You moaned in her mouth as she pinched at your nipples before she tore her mouth away from you and moved down your neck and chest. 

Jo made her way down your body, the lust-fueled confidence slowly ebbing away when she was in between your legs and staring at your bare center. There was a hunger in her brown gaze, but it was overshadowed by nerves and hesitancy. 

“Hey.” You called at her softly, sitting up and cupping her face. “Do whatever feels right.” 

“But what if-” 

“You’ll do fine, baby.” You cut her off. “I’ll guide you if you need it okay?” Your thumb swiped at her cheek before kissing her softly as reassurance. 

Jo melted into the kiss before you broke it. You sent her a tender smile before laying back and moving your hands to her hair, pushing the blonde strands out of her face. 

Jo took a deep breath before settling in between your legs. She decided to mirror what you did to her, pressing kisses to your inner thighs before reaching your clit and kissing it. A quiet moan left your lips, spurring Jo on. 

She pressed a more demanding kiss to your clit before her tongue darted out and licked at it. Another moan left your lips, and Jo decided to go for it, using her tongue to swipe through your slit and taste you fully. 

“Ah, doing so well Jo.” You praised as she sucked at your clit, her doe-like eyes looking up at you sent another bolt of pleasure straight to your pussy. 

You could tell that she was inexperienced with her tongue, but she made up for it in eagerness. Your hands were wound in her hair, nails scratching at her scalp—making her moan against your cunt. The vibrations felt delicious against your cunt, and you couldn’t help but grind against her face. 

“Jo baby, use your fingers like I did.” You ordered breathlessly. 

Jo complied, bringing her slender fingers to your spit–slicked entrance and slipped one of them in. 

“Another one baby, please.” You were wet enough that you didn’t need to be prepped. Jo slipped another one in you, and you sighed at the feeling of being filled by her fingers. 

“Okay, use your pretty mouth on my clit and move your fingers like this,” You directed Jo, simulating the motion you did for her. 

Jo nodded and started to put your instructions to use. She sucked and licked at your swollen clit and moved her fingers inside of you. You were letting out moans and whines, praises spilling from your lips. 

Jo keened at the praise, doubling down on your pussy. Her ministrations were enthusiastic, a little uncoordinated, but it was still bringing you closer to the edge. You would let Jo practice on you whenever she wanted. 

“Fuck, baby, you’re gonna make me come.” 

Jo really wanted to make you feel good as you made her feel. She shook her head, moving her fingers faster, brushing against your g-spot. 

“Shit! Doing so well f’me baby girl, keep going. So so close.” You moaned out, pushing her face further into your cunt. Jo kept at her pace, feeling your walls clenching and twitching around her fingers. 

“Fuck, fuck, fuck!” You came hard around Jo’s fingers and mouth. Jo continued at her pace, working you through your orgasm, and you had to push Jo away from you as she continued to move her fingers inside of you and licking at your pussy, bordering overstimulation. 

“Come here.” You beckoned, sitting up and meeting Jo in the middle, pulling her into a filthy kiss. 

“Did so well baby girl, haven’t come that hard in a while.” You praised her as you pulled away and caressed her sides. 

Jo flushed at your praise and smiled at you. She kissed you again before worry flared up inside of her. 

“This isn’t a one time thing for you is it?” Jo asked as she broke the kiss. 

You pulled her down to lay beside you. You were facing her, your hand resting on the side of her neck. “No it’s not.” You reassured her. “M’not letting you go now that I have you. Is it for you?” 

Jo breathed out a sigh of relief before shaking her head. “No, never was.” 

You sent her a dazzling smile, making her heart almost skip a beat. Jo couldn’t help but smile back at you before you kissed her, but the two of you were still smiling so wide that it could barely qualify as a kiss. 

The two of you never wanted to leave the blissful bubble of her room. The rest of the night was filled with soft caresses and quiet conversation about your hunts—a warmth settled in both yours and Jo’s chest. Everything felt right. and Jo couldn’t help but think she wanted to stay like this with you forever. Little did she know you were thinking the exact same thing. 

[unintentionalseductress]

Hii!! So this is my first time requesting!! I only recently found you through LADS and I love your posts (I'm a degenerate through and through) 😌✊🏾

Anyway, I have a request for prompt #10 with Sylus or Zayne. I'm also hoping you write for FTM readers/ male reader with an afab body. If you don't write that pov and I missed it in the rules, I apologize and I don't mind you writing it as fem reader if that's the case.

In all I'll be good with anything you write and I can't wait to see more of your posts. Happy writing and don't forget to take breaks!! ( ^-^)ノ∠※。.:*:・'°☆

-Sincerely, Professor Boo

Hey there Professor Boo! So we've talked, and this has been changed to prompt #2, with a fem/gn reader!

Hardly anyone requested Zayne this time and it makes me a little sad tbh, so thanks for including him here.

"That's it, whine like a little slut." --------

A hand knots into your hair, tugging just enough to make you gasp, your spine arching against the press of a solid chest at your back. Heat radiates from him, his breath heavy against the shell of your ear as he drinks in every little tremor that rolls through you.

A large hand gropes your chest, finding a hardened nipple and pinching, sending jolts of ecstasy straight into your core. Helpless, you utter a low, quivering whimper, desperate for more.

“That’s it,” Zayne murmurs, voice thick with amusement. His grip tightens, forcing your head back further, exposing your throat. “Whine like a little slut.”

A second pair of hands skims your hips, thumbs digging in just enough to make you squirm. The second man chuckles, his voice silkier but no less commanding.

“They're trying so hard to keep it together,” Sylus muses, fingers tracing a slow, torturous path down your sides. “Look at 'em. Desperate. Needy. Just waiting for us to decide how they get to fall apart.”

Your breath stutters, chest rising and falling with the effort to hold onto something—control, sanity, whatever scraps of resistance remain—but they see right through it. Zayne clicks his tongue, pressing in closer, letting the weight of his presence remind you who’s in charge.

"Still fighting it?" he taunts, lips brushing against your jaw before pulling back, denying you the contact you crave. "You can pretend all you want, but your body knows the truth."

Sylus grips your chin, forcing your gaze to his, ruby eyes darkening at the edges to a smoldering crimson. "You want this," he murmurs, his voice a slow drag of heat over your skin. "So stop acting otherwise."

The teasing, the restraint—it’s all designed to make you break, to wind you tighter until there’s nothing left but raw, aching need. They’re waiting for it, watching for the moment when you stop thinking, stop resisting, and just give in.

"Let's try a little edging hmm?" Sylus suggests and Zayne nods in agreement.

"I think that's just what they need to be at their loudest." His fingers start to probe between your legs, and your breath wavers, noises keening as he pushes you to an edge, then stops, leaving you gasping and almost thrashing from impatience on the bed.

Sylus and Zayne laugh at the sight, before Sylus grips your cheeks, bringing your face close to his.

"That was a good start little one. Be louder, and maybe you'll get to cum next time."

[sstefania]

Genuinely thank you for this post!

Not only did I learn that young Ukrainians get to be traumatised by mandatory reading of XIX-XX century literature at school, too, but also I searched and found out this book is available in Polish as Cienie zapomnianych przodków, released in 2023, even has an ebook. I'm gonna buy it right away, finally something relaxing after the all the Stefan Grabiński horror stories ヽ(✿ﾟ▽ﾟ)ノ

among ukrainians most people will describe the most traumatizing part of school ukrainian literature course to be fedko khalamydnyk where a child dies of pneumonia while being beaten by his father. but to me it will forever be the shadows of our forgotten ancestors for a scene where main character's love interest dies in the fast river and it describes in detail how her body was scattered bloody upon the stones on the river bank unrecognizable. and also for the scene where later he encounters her as a mavka and follows her into the forest even while knowing it's not her anymore and he tries very hard to not look at her behind because he knows he will find her back missing and her entrails open. and you read it in 10th grade

[princessantisocial]

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[deldaydreams]

Twisted Wonderland/ Otome AU

Warning: Yandere stuff mentioned, Gn reader. English is not my first language.

Summary: : One day, you opened your eyes and found yourself in Twisted Wonderland. And the task the System gave you is to get one of the lead characters love meter to 100% by the end of the main story and reach their happy ending.

Notes: Sorry I couldn’t updated because I had make-up homeworks. And now second mid-terms are coming so I have to study but I will still try to be active. Pray for this poor soul ヽ(；▽；)ノ

Parts : rules , 1 , 2 , 3

Kalim Al-Asim

The cheerful, smiling Scarabia house leader Kalim Al-Asim. First of all, I have to say that the Kalim route is one of the safest routes you can take, of course, except for the possibility of the love meter going down to minus for many other people, including Jamil, and the assassination attempts you will constantly encounter.

It will not be very difficult to get close to Kalim. I can say that you will get close to Kalim easily , who has a friendly personality by nature. Moreover, you can increase the love meter very easily, so as long as you do not really upset him, you will not have a problem. You will not have much of a problem until the fourth book in the main story. You just have to take the risk that Jamil's love meter will seriously go down to minus.

I can say that your relationship with Kalim will be very fast and active. Kalim will introduce you to his family as soon as your relationship becomes official. (And by family, I mean his relatives with whom he has the most distant blood ties.) It would be useful to be careful because the assassination attempts that Kalim experiences will now be directed to you.

Apart from that, Kalim almost never leaves you alone. He'll drag you wherever he goes. (Jamil sometimes feels sorry for you.) Be prepared for lots of hugging and PDA. Also, you should probably clear out one of the rooms in Ramshackle because Kalim will literally shower you with gifts, so much so that the room you keep the gifts in is about to be filled to the brim. Of course, Jamil constantly scolds him for this gift-giving habit. He once gave you a family ring, and Jamil berated him for an hour and a half before apologizing to you and taking it back.

The probability of Kalim entering dark mode is low, but not impossible. In the event that you are harmed or even killed in an assassination attempt (I explained the details in this ask .) This will instantly put Kalim into dark mode, which is difficult to put into dark mode and very difficult to take out. Kalim in dark mode is still the same Kalim. Cheerful, smiling Kalim, who will shower you with gifts and do everything to make you smile. The only difference is that he's now quite paranoid about your safety. If you're lucky, he'll let you out for a short while, as long as you're with a hundred guards. If you're not so lucky, you'd better get used to being locked in a room with a pair of chains around your ankles.

Jamil Viper

The intelligent and talented Scarabia vice dorm leader Jamil Viper. I can say that the Jamil route is one of the hardest routes to progress. Even if you meet him before the main storyline, it is quite difficult to attract his attention and get close to him. I should especially mention that if you are close with Kalim, Jamil's love meter will decrease. However, do not be discouraged right away, Jamil will open up to you little by little after the main storyline. Jamil, who has become lonely after everyone distanced themselves from him after the Overblot incident, needs a shoulder to lean on.

Unlike Kalim, Jamil's love meter is slow. You will have a hard time until your relationship becomes official, that is, until the Love meter reaches 40%, but it is worth it.

You can find everything you want in a boyfriend in Jamil. He constantly cooks for you, helps you with your studies, buys you small gifts from time to time, although not very often, and only scolds you a little?

Jamil really loves you, even if he does not accept it out loud, he is just a little shy? Although he often warns you not to come to his basketball practice, deep down he actually likes you to watch him, you are just “a little” distracting him. Or when he makes you lunch, when you praise his cooking while eating lunch he made , he brushes you off by saying that you are exaggerating, but if you look carefully, you can see his face slightly red.

Jamil does not accept it, but he has jealous and a bit possessive traits. These traits affect his chances of entering dark mode. Especially your relationship with Kalim is one of the biggest dangers. Deep down for Jamil , who’s been in Kalim’in shadow for his whole life ,Kalim is a great threat.

If you are on Jamil’s main route, your relationship with Kalim is less likely to drive Jamil into a jealous rage and enter dark mode. However, if you are on Kalim’s main route…Jamil will most likely enter dark mode depending on the percentage of his love meter.

In dark mode, Jamil does not use his unique magic directly to get what he wants, in other words, he does not use it on you. He socially isolates you through gossip and wants you to come to him on your own. If plan A doesn't work, he won't hesitate to use his unique magic even if he doesn't want to. What I mean is, if possible, Jamil shouldn't enter dark mode, otherwise you will be his beloved, one and only puppet lover for the rest of your life.

[aescola]

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[doraemiz]

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[0wavelength]

A thought that always stuck with me is the fact that Castiel’s betrayal in season 6 actually made sense because what else was he suppose to do? Dean was acting like working with Crowley was such a big offense but they would have to have worked with the demon anyway.

If Sam and Dean were told what was going on in heaven immediately, nothing else would’ve worked besides gathering souls from Purgatory because they were fighting AN ARCHANGEL.

I know Dean was more angry at the fact that Castiel spied on them but the plan between Crowley and Cas was intelligent ass hell and probably x5 better than what Sam and Dean ever could’ve thought of.

A soul bomb, no need for sacrifices or angering power entities, no deaths besides the enemy side, all in all a really good plan.

Sure the Leviathan’s wouldn’t have been released and maybe Crowley would’ve betrayed them and used that power for control. But the plan was flawless and then Dean (no offense) had to ruin it. And I know Dean’s actions was justifiable because he was being spied on after defending that man but seriously what else was Cas suppose to do.

The only thing I blame him for was pulling Sam out of the cage and not telling anyone, that was a horrible mistake he tormented Sam to. Like he knew Sam didn’t have a soul and didn’t try to do anything about it.

ヽ(｀⌒´メ)ノ