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neuvistar · 2 years ago

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JUST FOR TONIGHT.

— featuring ┊ dan heng x fem!reader

— warnings / content warnings ┊SPOILERS FOR HONKAI STAR RAIL. (?) dan heng’s dragon form bruh, hear me out on this one, oral sex (f!receiving), squirting, you grab dan heng’s horns as he eats u out like a mad man, um um um pussydrunk!dan heng me thinks, oh my days dan heng’s dragon form omyomymomygodsh, use of nicknames, overall suggestive content || 18+ MINORS DO NOT INTERACT

— a/n. bro god has not been on my side lately i’m not getting anything done I’m so sorry i have a life out of tumblr n sometimes i just poof, so i’m sorry but anyways i reached lvl 40 on hsr i need to touch grass me thinks also this is kidna short but i have an excuse i stopped n kept writing n stopped n kept writing n then rushed it n got lazy wooohoooo (oops)

✦ 𝐃𝐀𝐍 𝐇𝐄𝐍𝐆

“y—you want me to what?”

honestly, you should feel guilty for asking dan heng something so absurd, but it was worth it. i mean, how can he decline when he’s faced with a smiley you, all pretty and dolled up, eager for him to please you, and most importantly eager for him to absolutely ruin you. he was kneeling infront of you, those sweet pretty eyes of his gazing straight into yours, blazing with hunger. he leans forward as he slowly began to plant small yet gentle kisses on your thigh, the shy yet lustful look remains on his face. it’s clear that he's enjoying this.. far too much.

“..are you sure you want this?” he mutters in a soft, raspy voice as he stares at her exposed form, his dark eyes are practically burning with the desire he feels towards her as he grew impatient, wanting to taste you right here and now.

you nodded, reaching down to caress his soft dark locks as he melted in your touch, as red spread across his cheeks. “relax, of course i want this, i’m all yours anyway. why do you think i asked you in the first place?”

“i just don’t want to be rough with you. i don’t want to go too far or anything.”

you pause for a moment, the desire in your eyes growing as you smirk at him, slightly tugging on his locks as you gazed down at him lovingly, “what if i want you to be rough with me?” his dark eyes burn brighter, the fires of lust and hunger engulfing the man's soul as he sees how much you want him, craving him, how much you need him, god.. it only drives him crazy.

“fuck.. you’re getting me all riled up, angel.” dan heng bit his lip as you feel his fingers hook into the hem of your panties, slowly dragging them down before suddenly ripping them apart with his bare hands, letting you feel the cold air on your soaking cunt. “hope you can take everything i give you, baby. you’re a strong girl, aren’t you? you should be able to.”

he spread your legs as he held them down, feeling the wetness of his tongue on your slit. he was just getting started, yet sinful sounds came out of your mouth already. you could feel the softness of dan heng’s skin as it rubs against your own, shoving his tongue inside your hole. not a even a few minutes in and he was already slurping up your juices like it was his last meal. you were absolutely stunning in his point of view, he couldn’t get enough of how hot you looked, how hot you looked with the hem of your shirt in your mouth as an attempt to put a stop to the lead sounds you let out, cock throbbing in his pants at the sight. dan heng’s hands slide between your thighs pushing your legs wider apart, feeling your body shiver as his palms brush over your warm skin, a whimper of pleasure slipping past your lips. he was lapping at your juices like it was no tomorrow, rubbing his thumb on your bud at a harsh pace as he works wonders on your cunt, eating you out like some mad man, he wasn’t ashamed one bit. he wanted to ruin you, he wanted you to remember how good his tongue felt, how skilled he really is.

“danheng.. shit..”you reach down, running your fingers through his hair as your hands slowly run up towards his horns, back arching at how well he was eating you out as his tongue swirled around your bud, sucking and nibbling on it. you whined as you held onto his horns for support, feeling him grunt against you as low vibrations rumbled through your skin. he couldn’t take it, he couldn’t hold himself back. he interlocked his arms with your thighs, digging his face into your pussy even more, desperate and hungry for more.

“s—shit.. sweetheart. ‘keep doin’ that.”

he slid two fingers inside your cunt, a warm thickness that was almost enough to make you cum on the spot, overwhelming you with pleasure. he savoured your taste, he wanted more of it. he wanted more of you and your taste as he circled his tongue around your clit, fingers pumping in and out as they slid in and out of you, the lewd sounds of squelching filling the whole room as he crooks them perfectly, plunging them in your deepest areas as wetness began to coat around his fingers, indicating that your orgasm was close.

“d—danheng..”you tightened your grip around his horns, making him moan against your folds as you threw your head back. the feeling of your fingers shaking around his horns drove him to the edge, as if it made something within him snap in a millisecond.. he just love how soft your hands felt around his horns, groaning at the way his cock throbbed when you did so, palming himself gently through his pants. he looked up at you as he saw the way your head was thrown back, the way your legs spread even more as if it was asking him to eat you out even more, cheeks flushed and eyes rolling back to the back of your head, you couldn’t take it anymore. “dan heng.. c-can’t anymore— ‘m gonna cum, please!”

you tried pushing him off of you, which only lead him to tighten his grip around your thighs, pressing himself closer against your cunt as the flicking of his tongue never stopped one bit, he wanted more, way more, more than he was given. he wanted so much more of you, eating you out once wasn’t enough, he wanted to savour in your taste, he just couldn’t.. couldn’t get enough of you. dan heng wasn’t usually this hungry for you, but tonight was a whole different story.

“‘m gonna cum! gonna cum..!” you buck your hips against him, it’s happening once again, that feeling in your stomach. your aching pussy spasmed around his tongue, tightening around him so well so he could savour every single ridge of your insides gazing up at you as you cried out, reaching your orgasm as you squirted all over his face, panting heavily as the blush on your face reddened completely. dan heng pulled away from you, sliding his fingers out of you as well before licking his lips, wiping his cheek with a slight smirk. both of your thighs shook viciously, wetting the bedsheets underneath making a mess.

“look at the mess you made, baby.” he chuckled before leaning down once more, bringing his tongue down to lick your dripping slit once more. “it would be a such shame if you made even more of a mess, wouldn’t it?”

oh yeah, he wasn’t done with you. he wanted more alright.

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miguel-ohara-lover · 1 year ago

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rockstar miguel pounding his gf who's the complete opposite of his aesthetic (pastels and ribbons n stuff) 🫣

Anon how did you know me and my partner’s styles <_< Also he plays bass because that’s what I like the best I love bass players <3

Here’s my personal song choice for Rockstar!Miguel: Black No. 1 - Type O Negative

Tell me he doesn’t have Peter Steele vibes

CW: NSFW, semi-public

As the final chords of the ending song rang through the amphitheater, you started making your way backstage. You didn’t miss the kiss your boyfriend blew to you from on stage. Security knew you and knew you well, after Miguel had given the trouble already for not letting you in. This time they welcomed you and even escorted you to his dressing room.

You entered and waited for him to finish his business on stage, knowing he liked interacting with the fans a bit before leaving. You looked around and decided to sit on the small but comfy sofa in the room. The door handle turned, and you looked up to see Miguel entering his room, smiling as he looked at you.

“The show was great Miggy.” You smile up at him as he makes his way over to you.

He let out a small chuckle. “Glad you liked it. You were easy to spot with all that… color.” He sat down next to you.

“Do you think I should have worn something else? To fit in more?”

“No no. You look amazing. Perfect…” Miguel leaned in and gave you a deep and passionate kiss before you could argue more. His hands found their way to the hem of your skirt, slowly pushing the fabric up your thighs.

You placed a gentle hand on his wrist, just enough to stop his movement. “Wait. In here? Shouldn’t we go back to the hotel room?”

“It’ll be fine.” He reassured you before he dipped his head down to place kisses on your neck. You suppressed a moan as you moved your hands to his shoulders. Miguel lightly grazed your skin with his teeth before picking you up and turning you so you’re face down on the couch. He’s very strong, and makes manhandling you look so easy.

You blushed and put a hand over your mouth as you braced for what comes next. You heard the sounds of his belt and pants as he shoved them down around his thighs, feeling his hard cock smack against your clothed ass.

Miguel smirked and pushed your skirt up to around your waist. He yanked your panties down, admiring just how wet you’ve gotten while rubbing his length between your slick folds. He let out a low hum as he teased your clit with his leaking tip. You gasped and clenched around nothing.

He smeared your glistening cunt with his precum, prodding your hole with his tip. He gripped your hips tightly, guiding his cock into your tight hole. You moaned and clenched around him, a grunt escaping his lips.

“Stop clenching.” He commanded you. And you did try, but you couldn’t help it as you felt every inch slide inside you. He moved at such an agonizing pace. You moaned and whined, telling him to move faster. He did just that, slamming into you over and over again.

You moaned louder and he brought a large hand to your mouth to keep you quiet. He used his free hand to hold onto your hip as he pounds into your tight hole. You bit into his callused hand to contain your moans, drool pooling against his palm.

His other hand moved from your hip to your ass, kneading the soft flesh as he fucked you into the couch. “I was hard that entire fucking show, seeing you watch me— fuck… I could barely keep it together up there.” He growled into your ear.

He sped up just slightly, slamming the tip of his cock against all the right spots. You gasped and arched your back as his hand found your swollen clit, tracing circled around the bundle of nerves. He knew exactly what to do to make you squirm.

His voice, his cock, his hand on your clit, all of it was dragging you to the edge faster than you thought it would. You felt the familiar warm knot in your gut as your clit twitched from the stimulation. He let out a loud moan, biting his hand as you came on his cock, clenching around his girth.

Miguel groaned and his hips stuttered as he spilled inside you. That was unexpected. He never came that fast before. You let out more broken moans as he filled you up, rolling his hips as you rode out your orgasms. He finally moved his hand off your mouth.

“That was fast.” You panted. He just grunted and rested his head against your shoulder. “You were really pent up huh?” You giggled a little and pat his head.

“Shut up…” He sighed and pressed a kiss to your cheek, you knew he wasn’t actually angry.

#miguel o'hara #miguel o’hara smut #miguel o’hara x reader #atsv #across the spiderverse #atsv miguel #rockstar!miguel O’Hara

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kpop---scenarios · 6 months ago

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Charmer (7) - Final

Pairing: Lee Know x Reader x Chan

Warning: Smut [18+ ONLY. MINORS DO NOT INTERACT]

Word Count: 1.5k

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You and Chan stand there, his arm wrapped around your waist as you both watch Minho walk away. He turns to look at you smiling.

“I'm happy you chose me.” He whispers, leaning in to kiss you.

“I'm happy too.” You murmur, pulling him closer to you.

“I should go.” He sighs. “I still need to go to bed, and so do you.” He chuckles.

“Would you.. want to come to bed with me?” You ask, unlocking your door. You hold it open for him and without a word, Chan walks into your apartment.

“Make yourself at home.” You tell him. “I'm just gonna take a quick shower.”

You walk to your bathroom, turning on the shower and stripping your clothes off. You quickly wash your body, getting rid of any smell of sweat that was previously on your body before turning off the shower and wrapping a towel around your body. You walk out of the bathroom, seeing Chan sit on your bed with his head hanging down. Once he hears the door open, he looks up, seeing you standing there with beads of water dripping down your body, just a mere towel wrapped around you. Chan takes a deep breath, seeing you standing in front of him.

“What?” You ask, a smile creeping up on your lips.

“You.” He begins, standing up to face you. “Have.” He whispers, moving closer to you. “Too much.” He breathes, grabbing the towel. “Fabric on.” He finishes, pulling the towel from your body.

Your breath hitches as Chan wraps his arms around you, picking you up with ease. You wrap your legs around him as he turns the two of you around, bringing you to your bed where he drops you down onto your back.

“You have no idea how badly I've wanted you.” He groans, eyeing up your body. “You're so beautiful.” He whispers. Chan drops to his knees, licking his lips as he spreads your legs open. Chan licks a long strip up your already wet cunt, making sure to give your clit a small flick either the tip of his tongue.

“Mhmm.” You groan, the feeling of his tongue sliding up your pussy made your eyes roll back. Chan continues to switch between licking and sucking, causing you to buck your hips, trying to grind yourself on his face until you are close to cumming, but then he stops. He stands up, taking off his clothes

“Why?” You pant. “Why did you stop?”

Chan chuckles as he takes off his pants, his cock springing free. “I want the first time you cum to be around my cock.” He says, crawling onto the bed, hovering over you. You lift your legs up as Chan slowly slides his cock into you, making you gasp as he stretches you out.

“Oh my god.” You cry out, wrapping your arms around his neck. You pull him in for a kiss, your tongues swirling around in your mouths as he slowly pumps in and out of you, hitting the right spot each time. Your hands move down his back, your nails digging into him and scratching him as his lips graze your ear, the whispering sounds of his pants and moans ringing in your ear.

“Fuck.” He groans. “You feel so good around my cock.”

“Faster.. please.” You moan. Chan sits up on his knees, holding your legs over his shoulders. He holds on tightly to your legs as his thrusts become harder and faster, harshly pounding his cock into you.

“Oh my god, yes.” You cry out, reaching between your legs to rub your clit. You move your legs down to the bed, lifting your ass up for Chan to be able to thrust deeper inside you, rubbing your clit even faster. You tighten yourself around him as your orgasm builds quicker than before.

“Cum baby..” Chan grunts, leaning forward to grab your tits. He moves one hand up, wrapping it around your throat, squeezing tightly while he fucks you harder.

“My go…d.” You cry out, your orgasm hitting you like a tidal wave. You scream out panting as you ride through your high, while Chan chases his own. He slams his cock into you, gripping onto your body tightly as he groans, his body tensing up as he finally has his release, breathing heavily as he slows down his pace, filling you up with his warm cum.

“That.. was.. wow.” You breathe as Chan rolls off of you, laying down beside you, both your chests heaving.

“That was wow.” You giggle. You get up, heading to the bathroom to clean yourself up. Part of you expected Chan to be gone by the time you got out of the bathroom, that's just what you were used to with Minho. But the other part of you knew that Chan was different, and he was currently your boyfriend so there was no reason for him to not be there. Your hand hovers over the door knob, you hesitate to open the door, you're nervous. When you finally do, you peak out into the bedroom, and see Chan nowhere to be found. Your heart sinks as you walk into the empty bedroom. You find your pj’s when you hear some rustling in the kitchen. Once you're dressed, you make your way into the kitchen, seeing Chan scrambling some eggs and making some toast.

“I figured you might be hungry.” He smiles. “And then we can go to bed.” He laughs. Your heart absolutely melts as you sit at your little table while Chan gives you some orange juice to drink while you're waiting. You should have known better than to question Chan. He wasn't Minho, and he was constantly proving it to you. After you both ate, you laid in your bed, snuggled into Chan’s arms, as you both dozed off, sleeping the rest of the day away.

Over the next few weeks, you and Chan rarely left each other's sides, unless it was to work, or important appointments. In that time you had met his friends, and he met yours, and shockingly enough, you hadn't heard a word from Minho. You thought you were finally in the clear, until you were walking down the street one day, around the corner from where you were going to meet Chan, when you ran into Minho.

“Y/N.” He smiles. “I've missed you.”

“Sorry, I have to go.” You say, trying to move around him.

“Wait!” He yells. “It's over with Jennie.” He tells you. “She broke up with me. Said she could tell I was in love with someone else. It took a few weeks and I've finally realized.. It's you. Y/N, I'm in love with you and I'm so sorry for the way I've treated you in the past.” He whispers

“It's too late.” You say.

“It's never too late.” He whispers.

“It is for you.” You tell him. “You can't come and confess when I've finally moved on and I'm genuinely happy because you've had a revelation that it's time to grow up and stop using people.” You spit.

“But I love you. Isn't that what you wanted? To hear me say that? For me to want to be committed to you?” He asks.

“Yeah, desperately.. months ago. Not now when I have a boyfriend who treats me absolutely amazingly. I'm not interested in your love anymore, Minho.” You say.

You don't see Chan coming around the corner as Minho leans into you, pressing his lips to yours. You're frozen for a split second, but Chan isn't. He sees the kiss, turning around to walk away, missing you, shoving Minho off of you.

“What the fuck is wrong with you? Get it through your thick skull!” You yell. This time you see Chan, storming around the corner, eyes dead set on Minho.

“What the fuck, man.” Chan yells. Minho turns around, seeing Chan just as he swings, hitting him in the face, knocking him down. “Don't you think you've done enough damage to her? I'm the one repairing her, so you don't get to waltz in and continue to try to destroy her.” Chan snaps. He grabs your hand, pulling you away from Minho and the situation and heading to the restaurant you were supposed to meet at.

“I have to know.” Chan says, just after you both order your meals. “Are you sure you're done with him? I saw the kiss..like my heart is fully yours, but I can't watch you walk away if you're going to go back to him.” He whispers.

“Are you kidding? Channie.” You giggle. “Did you not see me shove him away?” You ask.

He shakes his head. “Well I did.. as soon as I felt his lips on mine, there was only one feeling I felt. And it wasn't love, or lust. It was disgust that I felt.” You tell him. You reach over the table grabbing his hand. “You're everything I could have ever asked for and wanted. There's no way I'm leaving you, especially not for him. Not anymore” You smile.

You and Chan enjoyed your meal, and not once did you feel any ounce of regret for any of your decisions because if you hadn't made those choices, you wouldn't be where you were now.

And now, you were exactly where you were meant to be.

The End.

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selfishdoll · 1 year ago

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❛favorite groupie...❜ ━━ ft. vamp! sukuna

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the last thing you wanted to do was go to a vampire bar just because your best friend’s favorite fanged band was playing. but you did.. and met a certain pink haired drummer whose way too cocky for his own good. luckily, you just love matching energy.

CONTENT WARNING ೀ ׅ ۫ . ㅇ

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this story is heavily inspired by the old show “true blood” that i am currently obsessed with. that’s where i get the idea of a vampire bar & the term “fang-banger.” you will see several vamp fics because they’re literally my favorite supernatural creature. also, sukuna is gonna be ooc cause i’m sensitive & can’t make characters too mean 😞. also this got longer then i wanted it to so it’s like 5k+ words. as always please excuse any typos & grammar mistakes.

Arabian Night burned upon the decorated holder rested on your vanity, the subtle notes of hyacinth and carnation tainting the atmosphere— warming the area around you. Your dark eyes were glued to the mirror, staring back at yourself delicately gliding the tube of mascara along your lashes, careful to assure no product got into your eye.

“I can’t believe you’re really making me go to a vampire bar.” The words left your glossed and lined lips in a hiss, eyes rolling the moment you heard your friend attempt to defend herself on facetime. To be frank you didn’t hate vampires. There weren’t many differences between them and humans. They were both beings that simply fed on other things to survive.

A hamburger to a human was no different then blood to a vampire.

But, you still did your best to avoid them. Which was easy since they were limited on when they come out and most establishments didn’t allow them in. Your friend knew this, knew your justifiable fear of being some vampire’s next meal— yet urged and lowkey manipulated you to going to a vampire bar.

“They’re only here for a week! We’re the first place they’re touring— we have to go!”

Through many days of urging, guilt trips, and puppy eyes you caved; declaring it would be cool to see a vampire’s world or even interact with them. You were still scared but the fear was sure to melt, right?

You rose from the plush pink chair, stepping back into the view of the full body mirror pressed against your wall. Placing your glasses back on, you looked over your form, searching for any imperfections. The outfit was simple; a red cropped edhardy jacket, your lacey white bra poking out from underneath. You wore dark blue jeans with a red belt, white thong straps resting high on your hips. You pursed your lips a bit, gliding your fingers through the honey brown lace you wore, watching the curls bounce perfectly. With another glance over and a push of your glasses you were satisfied, sliding your sock covered feet into some white sneakers— grabbing your other necessary belongings shortly after.

You exited your home locking up behind yourself and heading towards your car. You would have driven with your friend but there was a chance she would end up under the arm of some hot vampire.

“Fang-banger..” Was the simple word that escaped your glossed lips, grinning just a tad as you turned the engine over. She would be pissed to hear you call her that.

After about fifty minutes of driving you arrived to the bar, the entrance surrounded by people. You bit the inside of your cheek, feeling the anxiety rose. Sure humans were welcome and you’ve heard relatively good things about this particular establishment.. but there were still vampires.

A being that could end you in a single bite.

The thought alone caused you to shiver, shutting your car off and squeezing the steering wheel. You gave yourself a few moments before pulling your hands away, releasing a deep breath and opening your car door. Exiting it, you closed and locked the vehicle; turning in time to see a bubbly woman rushing towards you.

You instinctively opened your arms, eyes rolling as she practically tossed herself into them. You grumbled as kisses were pressed to your cheek, your best friend thanking you over and over again for coming.

“Yeah, yeah— whatever.” You mused, ignoring her hands groping your ass. Your hands lowered to her shoulders, pushing back a bit. “The band is gonna start soon, right? Come on.”

“Oh, right!” She grinned, pulling away whilst locking her hand around your wrist. You were then tugged towards the bar entrance, your free hand gripping your sleeve nervously. Your eyes peered up at the woman beside the door, her red colored lips pulling into a tiny grin at the sight of you and your friend.

A very toothy grin.

“IDs?” She questioned in a velvety tone, eyes focused on you for a split moment— as if sensing your nervousness. You breathed, reaching into the handbag you carried and grabbing your wallet. There you grabbed your identification, passing it to her while your friend did the same.

The woman glanced over the cards for a moment before nodding, passing them back to you two. “You’re all set, have fun girls.” She winked, stepping to the side to let you both inside.

Your friend giggled excitedly as you entered the bar, your eyes dancing around the area. It was a normal bar really; regular tables, a medium sized stage, and a dance floor. People of many different ethnicities — and species — danced and conversed, enjoying drinks and each other. Seeing a vampire feeding in real life was completely abnormal to the point you couldn’t look away.

“Don’t stare so much, it’s rude.” Your best friend whispered, stealing your attention from the scene. You went to apologize, her only smiling and shaking her head. “Here, let’s get some drinks.” She led you over to the bar, the two of you sitting down as she gained the bartender’s attention. She ordered two simple shots, the man nodding and getting right to them.

“I just.. never expected something like this.” You murmured, eyes dancing about. You did your best on not focusing too hard on a vampire sinking their teeth into someone’s neck or a couple basically humping on the dance floor; instead finding interest in the gothic decor and paintings that depicted the bloodsuckers. You turned back to your friend after the once over, giving a nervous smile. “I expected something bad, I guess.”

Your friend shrugged, flashing a gentle smile— thanking the bartender once your drinks were placed down. “A lot of people do. They hear vamp bar and think the worst.” She spoke softly, grasping her shot glass, watching you grab your own. “Even though I forced you.. I’m really happy you came.”

You rolled your eyes playfully, clinking your glass against hers. “Whatever slut.” You downed your drink, listening to the small snort that escaped your friend before she downed her own.

During this the lights on the stage flicked on, members of the bar shouting in excitement. Your friend did the same, turning in her seat at the bar with the widest grin. “They’re here!”

You could only smile at her excitement for her favorite vampire band known as Malevolence. You forced yourself to listen to their most recent music to appease your friend and while you didn’t hate the songs, it just wasn’t something you could get into.

Sigh.. the things you did for friendship.

You rested against your palm, watching as four individuals trudging on stage. Your eyes traced their forms, not overly impressed until you moved onto the last member. The drummer. He was.. better looking then the other three. Tall with pink hair and a black undercut. He wasn’t slim but wasn’t large either, right in the middle. Along with his physique were tattoos along his arms, the rest of his body covered in a black muscle shirt, baggy pants for bottoms.

“Who’s the drummer?” You questioned, eyes glancing at the bartender and requesting another shot. Your friend blinked as she turned, flashing a smile.

“His name’s Sukuna!” Her smile morphed a bit, a little coy now. “He’s not well liked by the media. He’s a little mean.”

You believed her, given how he scowled at a few fans that shouted his name. Even snapping at his bandmates for something briefly. Any interest you had melted away in that instant.

You straightened as they finished setting up the stage, the guitarist stringing his instrument a few times. You smiled at the bartender as he passed your shot, thanking him and taking a swig.

Soon enough, Malevolence started its first song of the night— the bar singing along to the rough voice of the band. You had to admit, it was nice to hear live and see humans bond over their shared love for the music.

You didn’t totally regret coming here.

The band played for about an hour and a half, fans close to the stage attempting to touch and or be touched by the fanged members. It was all entertaining to see, you and your friend taking several videos for your social media.

They closed out their show around ten o’clock, thanking the audience. You cheered along with the others, grinning and turning to your friend. “That was a lot of fun. They sound so good.”

“I know right!” She giggled, completely geeking out about the band. You listened to her ramble intently, the buzz of the alcohol lighting your senses. During her words, however, she suddenly placed a hand onto her stomach. “I’m sorry, I’ll be right back!”

“Take your time.” You waved the girl off as she rushed over to the bathroom, body turning to face the bar. You unlocked your phone, scrolling through your social media for a moment, simply waiting.

That was until you heard the chair two seats down be moved, followed by an annoyed voice.

“Piss off already. I’m not interested.”

It was no surprise your nosy self turned to spot the one and only Sukuna sitting at the bar, waving off a few girls that surrounded and attempted to touch him. The dejected expressions that clung to their featured nearly saddened you, if amusement didn’t interrupt the emotion.

You took a long stare at the man, watching as he instructed the bartender to pour him a glass of some liquid in a tall dark bottle; not even thanking him once he was served. You hadn’t realized your eyes were still on him until the man turned in his chair, facing you.

“You need something? I already said I’m not interested.”

You blinked a bit, snapping out of your trance whilst placing your arm against the bar. You sucked your teeth, turning. “Do I look like a fang banger to you?” You questioned, tone a little rude. From the corner of your eye you spotted the man taking a sip from the glass, tongue gliding across his bottom lip.

“No.” Sukuna started softly, fingers tapping against the short glass. “More like some needy groupie.” His tone was mocking, watching in amusement as you turned to face him with a subtle snarl.

It took a moment for you to reply, raising your shot glass and downing the rest of the alcohol. The burning sensation covered your body, melting your usual filter away. “Even if I was a groupie, I would try to fuck the singer— even the guitarist.” You murmured, knowing his inhuman ears would pick up each word. “Not some vamp that beats on the drums.”

His eyebrows rose, releasing a breathy chuckle as he took another gulp from his glass. You watched carefully, breathing the moment you noticed the hint of red staining his fangs. How his tongue glided to collect the residue, clearly enjoying the liquid you now realized was blood. Sukuna’s eyes landed on you once again, the glass clinking against the bar the moment he placed it down.

“You got a lot of mouth.. defending yourself pretty hard too.”

“And you’re implying?”

Sukuna gave a crooked grin, tapping the counter to which the bartender stepped over to fill his glass back up. “You’re just trynna convince yourself you don’t want me. Scared of being a fang banger?” The vampire’s tone was mocking again, enjoying the way you glared and snarled.

“Please.” You hissed softly, shifting in your seat, ignoring the warmth flooding through your body. “Ain’t shit to be scared of. Vampires are no different from a human man.”

To your surprise the man began to laugh, hunched over the bar with his forehead nearly pressing against the brown wood. You felt your cheeks flush with warmth the moment eyes turned to your spot at the bar, sinking into yourself.

“Sweetheart—“ He begun, laughter ceasing into nothing more than a snort. “I assure you I’m different than any other human man that you’ve been with.”

“Why, because you’re cold with no beating heart?”

“No, cause I’ll fuck the attitude out of you permanently.” Sukuna responded far too quickly, watching you gape like a fish for a moment, finally deciding to keep your mouth shut and turning to face the bar. He smirked at this, leaning on his elbow and tilting his head. “Cat got your tongue?”

You closed your eyes, breathing softly. You weren’t a fang-banger, you tried to convince yourself; attempting to ignore how much you were closing your legs together— avoiding his eyes that just highlighted he knew what you were abstaining from.

But as a moment of silence passed you felt that restraint dwindle. Whether the alcohol, Sukuna, or just you being fucking reckless— any logical part of your brain was rendered useless.

So, while pushing your glasses up you turned to face his awaiting gaze. “Prove it.” You dared softly, tilting your head at him.

Sukuna’s mouth quirked, tongue running along his bottom lip as he turned to the bartender. “Put it on my tab. Hers too.” He spoke, rising from his barstool. His hands found his pockets, motioning for you to follow with a tilt of his head. Rather quickly — embarrassingly so — you grabbed your things, following close behind him.

“My name is (Y/N), not her.”

“Think I like sweetheart better.” Sukuna spoke, leading you towards a door stationed beside the stage. You shouldered your bag as the two of you entered backstage, coming to a hallway. Three doors rested on the walls, you following the vampire who lead you to the one at the end of the hall.

He turned the knob, pushing open the door to reveal a simple room. A black vanity, a red sofa, with a black coffee table in the middle. Sukuna closed the door behind you, watching you for a moment as you bent to place your phone and purse down.

You turned, breathing softly the moment he stepped close to you. Your eyes traveled from his chest up to his face, licking your lips nervously. The man tilted his head with a little smirk.

“You were so damn cocky at the bar.. thinking of backing out?”

The nerves seemed to melt in that moment, stepping a bit closer, rising up to allow your lips to brush. “Sukuna.. are you gonna fuck the attitude out of me, or are you gonna keep talking?” Your eyes flicked between his lips and his dark eyes, gasping the moment you felt a cool hand rising to the back of your neck.

Wordlessly he leaned down, planting his lips against your own. His kiss was rough, stealing your breath away all while his tongue bullied it’s way past your pretty glossed lips. The wet, long muscle curled and slid against your own, licking into your mouth and claiming it as his own. The messy sounds of your lips surrounded the room, your soft moans following.

Sukuna’s hand moved to rest on your throat, thumb pressing against it just to feel you gulp. You pulled away for air, hissing the moment his fangs dragged across your bottom lip, nicking the sensitive skin. He chased your lips for another kiss, licking away the little droplet of blood whilst moving you backwards.

Your hands rose to grip his body, feeling your back press against a wall. You gasped in his mouth as you felt his hand slide down your body, catching the zipper of your cropped jacket and pulling it down your body. The cool air brushed your cleavage, moaning softly the moment his fingers found your hardened nipple under the thin fabric of your bra.

You pulled back, head resting against the wall; whining the moment he pinched your covered bud. “Sukuna, quit fucking teasing.” You hissed, chest rising into his hand for more. The vampire grinned down at you, removing his hand from your breast to instead trail down your body, flicking the belt you wore; buttons of your jeans following.

Now with enough space his hand was entering your pants, two fingers pressing against your wet, covered slit. “Already a fucking mess and I barely touched you.” The drummer commented, face pressing against your collarbone, dragging his fangs across your warm skin. You whined as his fingers found your clit through the fabric of your panties, legs widening and hips rising for more friction. Sukuna chuckled at this, fingertips pressing against the swollen bud, rubbing harsh circles upon it. “Opening your legs for a vampire like this— oh, what a minx you are.”

“Piss off.” You mustered, attempting to keep your resolve in tact. You cried out however, the moment he pinched your clit, the light pleasure and pain melding together.

“Still mouthing off huh?” Sukuna spoke, pulling away from your neck, hand rising to grab your cheeks. His thumb pressed against your lips for a moment before pushing into your mouth, pressing against your tongue all while his fingers entered your panties. The man didn’t tease this time, covering the digits in your slick before sliding them into your damp entrance. He wasted no time in curling the digits inside you, pressing against your gummy walls and growing closer to allow his palm to grind against your clit. A toothy grin was sent your way the moment he felt and heard your muffled moans, fingers scissoring inside your messy pussy, the wet squelches entering the room.

The muffled gasp of his name escaped you the moment he added a third finger, thrusting the digits quickly; stirring you up inside. Your hand fell to his wrist, pretty acrylics digging into his limb, clawing up tattooed skin. Your legs shook as the moments of pleasure continued, eyes pinched close as you felt your orgasm approaching.

Your toes curled, stomach tightening as you grew closer and closer; pussy spasming around his fingers so intensely, he actually added effort to his thrusts.

“Su—sukuna, fuck—!” You whined against his thumb, drool trickling down the corner of your mouth, gagging the moment he pushed the digit farther into your throat. You were so close, squeezing him so harshly that it hurt.

And yet, you weren’t pushed over the edge. Because just when you felt like you would break, the man stopped; withdrawing his fingers before you could even think of finishing yourself off.

Your eyes flew open, glaring at the shit-eating grin plastered across his face. The moment he pulled his thumb from your mouth you were hissing;

“What’s your problem? I was so cl—“

“Did you think you could mouth off like that and I’d would reward you with an orgasm?” Sukuna questioned, head tilted, eyes sweeping your form. The man’s hand rose, fingers pressing into your cheeks and pushing; watching your messy lips pucker. “Fucking needy, looking at you whining just for my fingers.” Sukuna released your cheeks to instead grasp your waist, moving you over to sit on the couch.

The moment your ass met the cushion you felt the heat rise around you, watching in excitement at his hands tugging on the waistband of his pants. Thumbs hooking on the elastic, the vampire pushed them down, black boxers following. His dick escaped the confinements easily, resting tall and thick, beads of precum resting deliciously on the tip.

You bit your lip a little, breathing the moment you felt his strong hand grab the back of your head. “Gonna use that pretty mouth of yours for something useful, yeah?” Sukuna grinned, watching how easily your lips parted, tongue sticking out. His other hand grabbed his shaft, inching closer just to side his tip across your wet tongue. The moment you tried to wrap your lips around his dick, he was pulling you back by the hair— ignoring the whine that you released.

“Impatient brat.” He murmured, instructing you to lay your tongue out. You obeyed, groaning the moment he tapped his dick against the muscle, shallowing fucking your open mouth with just the tip. After a few moments of the teasing, Sukuna was flicking his hips forward; enjoying the way tears sprung to your eyes, hands rising to press against his hips. With no care for your well-being, the vampire began to thrust in your wet cavern, your soft hair spilling through the gaps of his fingers as he gripped it.

Your tongue dragged across his shaft with each thrust into your mouth, eyes closed as you breathed heavily through your nose. The sound of your saliva, gagging, and wet thrusts carried in the room; your hand falling between your legs to rub your clit, moaning around his cock. Your jaw began to ache from the relentless thrusts, the combined mess surely tainting the bottom half of your face— concerns that you could care less about.

Sukuna watched you carefully, gripping your hair, enjoying the way your cheeks would puff with each thrust. The moment he noticed your hand however, he was shoving his cock deeper, leaning to snatch your wrist. You went to whine, the noise coming out as nothing more then a wet, jumbled mess. He grinned above you, continuing to fuck your throat; “Gonna cry about it? Go ahead.” Sukuna snickered, gritting his teeth the moment he felt his orgasm getting close.

His head tilted back, breathing as pink strands rested against his forehead. Sukuna’s hips never stopped, heavy balls slapping against your chin as his grip on your hair began to ache. “Fuck.. such a good fucking groupie, letting me use your mouth like this.” Sukuna teased, feeling the vibration of your moans around his length. He looked back down, pacing increasing, strings of groans and swears escaping him.

The vampire pumped inside your wet mouth a few more times before he was pulling out, making a mess on your face. His come covered your lips, cheeks, and glasses; you quickly sucking up air greedily, tongue gliding across your lips to lick away his mess.

You breathed as his hand found your chin, raising your face to get a good look at you. Sukuna was truly satisfied with his work, grinning down at you. His thumb wiped some of the milky liquid left on your cheek, moving over to your mouth and watching you lick and suck his digit clean. “Mm.. that’s a good girl.” He praised, withdrawing his thumb and pulling your glasses off shortly after.

His hand slid to your throat the moment he pressed your lips together, rising you up a bit while you held onto his wrist. Sukuna’s tongue invaded your mouth once again, making it an even bigger mess. Soon he pulled away, staring down at you.

“Haven’t even fucked you yet and that attitude is no where to be seen. Maybe I shouldn’t..“ Sukuna was pulling away before you could even respond, reaching as if going to pull his pants up. “— looks like I already proved myself, right?” You quickly shook your head, reaching over to grab his wrists. The vampire laughed at this, coming closer to trap your form between him and the couch. “C’mon use your words, sweetheart. What exactly do you want?”

You bit the inside of your cheek, staring into his eyes. You were sure if you didn’t say anything in the next few seconds he would turn and exit the room, leaving you high and dry. You swallowed your pride, rising up higher to rest your hands onto his chest. “You. I need you so bad, Sukuna— please.” You gasped out, crumpling his shirt into your hands.

Sukuna listened to your pleas greedily, a permanent grin painted across his face. Just when you thought it didn’t work he was grabbing your shoulder, turning and pushing you to lay across the couch. Your heart beat fast against your chest, feeling the cushion dip as kneeled behind you. In one swift motion he was pulling your jeans and panties all the way down, revealing yourself to him.

The moment you tried to close your legs, his palm slammed against your ass; causing a cry to escape you, pressing your face into the cushion. “Don’t even try that. Wanted this so bad, you better fucking take it.” Sukuna hissed, grasping his length as he lined up with your fluttering entrance, carefully pushing in.

The stretch teetered between pleasurable and painful, rising onto your hands and gripping the cushions underneath you as you could do nothing but whine, body shaking. Sukuna sneered at your withering form, gripping your hips tightly. “‘M not even all the way in and you’re already losing yourself..” With a final thrust he was all the way in, resting deep inside your messy pussy, stretching you so pretty. You cried out the moment his fingers gripped your hair, pulling you into a deep arch whilst hovering over body, lips brushing your ear.

“Still think I ain’t no different then a human man?”

“Fu..fuck you.” You whimpered out, breathing heavily the moment he adjusted his hips.

Sukuna snickered softly, “You already are, princess.” With the continued grip on your hair he was pulling his hips back until only the tip was inside, slamming back in. The movement caused your body to lurch forward, gasping out and greedily sucking the air back up. You opened your mouth to speak, shutting up the moment another thrust racked through your body.

And another.. and another.. and another—

His pace was relenting from the start, fucking you so harshly your body bumped against the arm rest of the couch; nails digging into the cushions as shameless moans escaped you. Each time you attempted to pull away, to run— he was grabbing you back, slapping your thighs, ass, anything he could reach. All while speaking to you in that mocking tone, ridiculing you.

“Had so much to say yet you’re running..”

You opened your mouth to defend yourself, the thought melting away as his thrusts ruined you. His cock dragged against your walls, fucking each and every thought out of your mind; replacing them with him. Your eyes were pinched close, drawls of his name and moans escaping your swollen lips. “Su—sukuna, fuck..!” You cried out, feeling yourself get close.

Sukuna’s hands kept a tight grip on your hips, bottom lip caught between his sharp fangs the moment you began to fuck back against him. Your ass shook with each bounce, the man zoned in on the erotic display. Fuck, you felt so good, way too good. The man sucked his teeth, hand falling to your ass cheek and slapping one, thrusting harder than before. “Greedy fucking pussy, clenching me so damn tight..” He dragged, a groan rumbling in his chest.

Tears sprung to your eyes, head going slack as a loud cry escaped you, creaming all over his length. The mess trickled down to his balls and the couch, soaking the cushion. Your tired body went slack against the furniture, feeling his thrusts slow, but never stop. A sudden tight grip on your hair had your reeling, whining as he pulled you back.

“I’m not fucking done with you.”

The vampire wasted no time and flipping you onto your back, pulling you down by your thighs and pushing them up to sink deeper inside you. Your hands clung to his wrists, crying out at the slight burn the stretch left you. You were given no time to think, the man resuming his fearsome thrusts at a completely different angle, ramming agonist a spot inside you that caused you to completely lose your mind.

Your hands went slack, lips agape as babbles and moans escaped your raw throat. Your eyes were meeting the back of your skull, makeup a mess with wet dark streaks running down your chubby brown cheeks. Sukuna enjoyed the sight completely, eyes flicking between your face and the way his cock slid inside your pretty pussy, the white foamy mess coating his length.

He leaned over your body, legs now held up by his shoulders as he continued to fuck you. “What a mess you are.” The man hissed, hand reaching to grab your chin. “Can’t even think straight can you? I’m fucking you too dumb huh?” He mocked, your sweet moans music to his ears.

Your hands rose to his back, gripping his shirt for leverage as you came again, painting his lower body with your mess. Sukuna laughed softly at this, still fucking you despite just orgasming. “Claimed you weren’t a fang-banger yet here you are, coming all over my dick. Such a liar, (Y/N).”

Your whines didn’t go unnoticed, the man’s hand falling to your waist and lifting you up a bit, drilling into you. His cock pushed against your cervix, the pain melting with each thrust inside. You barely even registered his fangs pressing against your skin until they entered your collarbone, a strangled whine escaped you.

The man sucked the crimson droplets that released from the wound, blunt fingernails digging into your skin; Sukuna slowly getting drunk off your taste. When he had his fill he was pulling away, licking up the residue and sealing the wound. His other hand grabbed the back of your neck, lifting your head from the couch to lock lips; the metallic taste of your blood causing you to groan— all while continuing to jackhammer into you.

The vampire was right, he was fucking the attitude out of you. You so pliable, gripping onto him as if he was a lifeline and you were in the open sea. Your legs were trembling, pussy clenching and clenching, as he swallowed the sweetest moans with his lips tainted with your blood. A fucking mess you were.

His mess, obviously.

A different type of clench entered your stomach, one that caused your eyes to fly open. You pulled back from the kiss to cry out, gripping him tightly. “Wa—wait, Sukuna— hah…— please slow down!” You somehow managed out, hazy eyes staring up at the clear distaste resting on his features.

He didn’t listen, slamming into you roughly, swatting the hand away that went to press against his hips. Sukuna tutted at the whine that escaped you, drilling you deeper and deeper into the furniture. “Make another mess, ruin this fucking couch.” He hissed, feeling his own end growing close.

You tried to hold it back, back arching from the cushions as black filled streaks continued to glide down your cheeks. Soon enough you could no longer contain yourself, the band snapping inside you as you screeched in pleasure; drenching the cushions underneath you, making a complete mess of the both of you.

Sukuna grinned at this, far too caught up in his own pleasure to release a snarky comment. Instead his face fell to your neck, thrusts becoming uncoordinated before he shoved himself deep, flooding you with his come.

The sound of your pants entered the space, your hands continuing to hold onto Sukuna. Your head fell back against the couch, eyes pinched closed and focused on regaining your breath.

Moments passed before the vampire rose, pulling his hips back, shushing the sensitive whine that escaped you. Once no longer inside, Sukuna’s hands dragged down to spread you more, watching pearly white beads trickle from your opening and down to your taint. The man smirked just a tad, eyes carrying back to your tired face.

“Looks like you’re a fang-banger now.” Sukuna spoke, watching you attempt at a frustrated face which melted away the moment his thumb slid across your slit.

“Fuck, Sukuna.. I’m too sensitive right now.” You whimpered, shying away from his touch. You gasped as he gripped your thighs however, dragging you farther down the couch.

Sukuna leaned over your body, resting on a forearm placed above your head. “You have seven minutes sweetheart.”

You rose an eyebrow at his words, adjusting yourself, “For what?”

The vampire grinned, curling a piece of hair around his finger. “If you thought I was gonna stop there, I fucked you far too dumb. I’m getting rid of that attitude permanently, remember?”

Your eyes widened, excitement and fear bubbling inside you. The man leaned down, stealing your lips in a deep kiss.

You were thankful you thought to send a text message to your best friend to leave when she wanted, given you didn’t leave the room until the bar closed.

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Go Ahead, Touch It - Seo Changbin

W/C: 2.9K

Note: Blank blogs will be blocked. I don’t trust y’all, so make sure you have your age in your bio/desc or something on your blog. Minors DNI.

“Go ahead. touch it.” + “Be a good girl and spread your legs.”

Warnings: Smut, nudism, masturbating, handjob, blowjob, pet/nicknames, teasing, cum tasting, deep throating, oral, fingering, clit stimulation, unprotected sex(reader’s on the pill), aftercare.

Age Warning: I will not take responsibility because you wanted to read this, but if you’re under the age of 18+, DO NOT INTERACT OR READ. Do not take this as educational, this is fiction!

Changbin sits on the bed with his back propped against the headboard, his hand around his cock and low groans leaving him as he was spreading his pre-cum over his cock, you weren’t expecting this view when you walked into the room, your eyes immediately fell to his cock that was glistening from his arousal, your eyes widen and your lips part as you let out a gasp, you could feel your mouth water instantly from the sight, he watches you with a smirk on his lips, as if he had been waiting for you to catch him, his eyes were dark and hooded.

“Go ahead, touch it,” He says, you step forward as if you’re in a trance and climb onto the bed, slowly crawling your way closer to him, he bites his bottom lip as he watches you get closer to him. You straddle his lap once you reach him and wrap your hands around the base of his cock, he pulls his hand away immediately as a low groan leaves him. “Fuck…” You slide your hands along his length, feeling the sticky residue slowly spreading over your palms and fingers.

“So hard and so wet, Bin,” You coo and look up at him, you watch him squirm at your words. “Is this all for me? Were you waiting for me?” You watch his lids flutter and his chest heaves up and down quickly as his breathing becomes deeper. You twist your hands around his cock, making him buck his hips at the friction.

“Y/n… baby,” He mumbles, becoming lost in the pleasurable sensation you were causing him, his hand couldn’t even compare to yours, to what you were doing to him. “Fuck…” You lower your gaze and watch as his muscles tighten each time your hands glide along his cock, your thumb rubbing over the slit before disappearing again, you slide one of your hands lower and cup his balls. “Fu-fuck,” You smirk as you hear him stutter. Your fingers carefully knead into his balls, while your other hand slide up and down his length, making sure to circle your thumb over the slit of his cock.

“Feels good?” You whisper, his hips buck, and you see his stomach muscles twitching and pulling, his thigh muscles flex underneath you and couldn’t help but feel a sense of pride growing inside you, knowing that you were causing this response from him.

“Fuck, yes,” He breathes out, his voice rough as he spoke. “So good,” You nod your head and lick your lips before you lean over, you feel his legs twitch as the tips of your hair brush against his thighs. “Shit…” You look up at him, and he swore he would come undone right then and there, you looked like sin staring up at him. “Babyyyy,” He whines out as you blow directly at the head of his cock, his hands grip onto the bedding, and you watch as veins slowly begin to pop out on his arms. “Oh, gguhhh,” Your thumb rubs over the tip of his cock, feeling how cold you’ve blown his arousal.

“You sound so pretty for me, Bin,” You mutter before flattening your tongue at the head of his cock and licking around it, purposely avoiding his slit. “Hmm, so good,” You could taste the saltiness spreading in your mouth, before licking a stripe down as your hand moves down to the base of his cock.

“Hmpf, hmm,” He whimpers, tugging at the bedding more. “Y/n… babyyyy,” The feeling of your warm tongue gliding along his cock was making his mind spin, and the way you looked right now. “Baby…” Dirty, sinful and lucky were the words circling in his mind as he watched you with intensity. Your tongue curls around his length as you slide your tongue back to the head of his cock. “I’m…” Your hair was tickling his thighs as your head was moving, and the feeling was only enhancing the ecstasy feeling he was experiencing. “Not go-going…” And you knew, you knew he wasn’t going to last long, you weren’t expecting him to. You wrap your lips around the head of his cock without warning and take him into your mouth with such speed that he barely had time to process what was happening.

“BABY!” He screams as he felt your warm mouth engulf his cock, your eyes not waving once as you stared up at him, keeping eye contact with him as you took more of him into your mouth. “I’M NOT GONNA…” Your tongue slides along the underside of his cock, directly over the prominent vein that decorated his cock. You could feel your saliva spilling from the corners of your mouth and running down his cock that you couldn’t fit into your mouth, and he was going crazy over that feeling. “BABY!” You twist your hand around the base of his cock while your other hand squeezed his balls, you were breathing loudly through your nose before your oxygen was cut off when you started taking him down your throat. “FUCK, BABY, BABYYY” The feeling of your throat closing down around his cock caused him to squeeze his eyes shut.

Tears burned in the corner of your eyes and your lungs were slowly starting to scream for air, and he could feel your throat squeezing his cock, milking him to cum in your mouth, down your throat, his hips buck up and his cock slide further down your throat, your tears spill down your cheeks at the burning feeling, you could feel your panties becoming wet as your arousal seeps through them, you were sure your pants were going to be ruined as well.

“Baby, baby, Y/n, fuck, I…” His words were fast as he spoke, it was like he was chanting without taking a breath in between. “Fuck… I,” You slowly pull him out your throat and hallow your cheeks as you do, you watch his stomach muscles clench before you felt his cock twitch inside your mouth, you take in a deep breath of air through your nose before you felt hot liquid spilling into your mouth. “FUUUCK!” You bob your head up and down over his cock, getting him through the high as you try to swallow at the same time, but a mess was quickly being made at spills from the corners of your mouth. “Fuck, yes, that’s it, fuck like that, oh my… fucking,” You squeeze your eyes shut as you try to focus on swallowing what you could while trying to keep your breathing as even as you possibly could, which was impossible considering how turned on you felt and what you had just done.

“Baby…” He sighs out, his hips lower down to the bed as his body slowly begins to relax after going through such an intense high. You pull away from his cock with a loud pop, causing his body to shake at the feeling of your lips releasing him, you squeeze his balls one last time before pulling both your hands away and sitting back on his thighs. “Fuck…”

“Was it good?” You ask, he nods his head as he stares at you with satisfying eyes, a lazy smile on his lips, Sweat coats his chest, and you could see it starting to roll down. “Feeling tired now?”

“Hmm…” He hums. You place your hands against the crease of his hips before slowly lifting your hips off his lap, he grabs onto your wrist, causing you to pause mid-move to look at him. “Where are you going?”

“To take a shower,” You say. You watch as he sits straighter, face now inches away from yours, and it feels like your breath was caught in your throat for a moment. “I… should…”

“You should?” He asks. You slowly nod your head and moments later you found yourself on your back and Changbin on top of you. “No, what you should do is let me now take care of you,” He reaches for your shirt and pulls it upwards along with your help, you immediately reach behind you to unclasp your bra and get rid of his while his hands slid along your sides before his fingers curl around your waistband, and he pulls your pants along with your panties down. He lifts your pants and inspects them, quickly finding a wet patch had formed through them and your panties were soaked. “Fuck, you’re such a dirty horny thing, aren’t you?” His lips touch your lower stomach as he tosses the fabric aside. “And be a good girl and spread your legs,” You feel your walls clench at his words before complying and opening your legs wider for him, a loud squelch goes through the air as your folds pull apart and open for him. “Fuck…” He kisses down your mound before he comes face-to-face with your soaked pussy. “So fucking wet from sucking me and swallowing my cum.”

“Bin… do something, fuck,” You say, you were so desperate for his touch, you needed to feel it on your needy, aching pussy. He just came, but he could feel his cock twitching just seeing your pussy glistening with your juices, you were practically ready for his cock and for a second he wished he had pulled you up and stripped you down to fuck into your sopping hole. Your legs twitch as you feel his fingers touch your folds and push them more open for him before you felt his tongue on your clit, you reach down with one hand and curl your fingers into his locks and lift your hips, pushing your pussy against his face. “Fuck…”

You could feel his fingers slide along your folds and move to your inner folds as his song slides over your clit in a long lick before it disappears and reappears but lower, you feel your muscles tensing up as his fingers begin to slide up and down your folds, adding to the sensation already spreading inside you.

“Bin, fuck…” You whimper as you feel his tongue reach your slit and lick all the way up to your clit before his lips wrap around the sensitive nub, and his fingers easily slip into your wet hole and curl them, you could hear the squelch from your wetness when he did. “Fuck… I…” You were almost positive that he could push his entire hand into you with how wet you were. “Biiiin,” Your head turns sideways, pleasure was slowly blooming inside you, and you could feel heat travelling through your veins, causing sweat to build up on your skin and the bedding to stick to your back. His fingers thrust in and out of you while curling against your walls every now and again.

“Hmm,” He hums against your clit, although it sounded like a growl, and the sound caused your walls to clench and your clit to twitch while your mind was thrown into the clouds, you close your eyes and let the sensation go through and take control of your mind and body.

“Bin, fuck…” You moan as you feel your body becoming light as a knot of tension was building inside you. “Bin, I… more,” And then you feel him tug at your clit and his fingers plunging deeper into you, you didn’t think it was possible for them to go any deeper. “FUCK, BIN!” Your back arches and your hips push up, pushing your pussy into his face again. “BIN!” Your hips continue to move against his face, as if you were riding it. “OH, OH!” A third finger slips into you, and you feel almost full as he moves his fingers in a ‘come here’ motion. “BIIIIN!” His other hand grabs onto your thigh, holding it firmly in his grip. He abruptly pulls away from your clit, and you feel the tension that was building at a rapid pace suddenly slow down. “Noooo.”

“You taste so good,” He says. “I’m hard again,” Your walls clench around his fingers, and you feel his thumb press down against your clit to give the nub attention as he spoke. “You got me rock hard again, baby,” Your mind was spinning, you weren’t sure for how long he was sucking your clit and pounding his fingers into your pussy, but it had to have been long enough for him to get hard again. “You get me hard so fast again, just hear your moan for me and see how wet you’re for me…”

“Fuck me,” You breathe out, keeping your eyes shut. “Fuck me, Changbin, get your fingers out of me and put your cock in,” You needed to feel him inside you, you wanted to come undone with his cock inside you. He quickly pulls his fingers from you and moments later you feel the head of his cock push into you easily, your hand falls from his hair, and you find one of his arms to grip onto.

“So fucking… wet,” He groans out, your back arches as you feel his hard length entering you and stretching your walls as they should be stretched and filled you how you wanted to be filled. His hands grip your hips and lift them from the bed, pushing his cock deeper into you and reaching that sweet spot inside you.

“BIIIINN!” You scream out, you wanted to turn sideways as the pleasure courses through at such intensity. “FUCK, RIGHT THERE!” You could feel tears burning in your eyes, the pleasure all felt so much.

“FUCK!” He loudly groans, he was still sensitive from earlier, and he could feel it as your walls squeezed around his cock, already milking him to cum inside you. He barely gave a moment for both of you to adjust before he pulled his hips back, pulling out of you halfway before slamming back into you, making you gasp and shake with pleasure, your nails dig into his skin as his pace picks up.

“FUCK, OH FUCK!” You scream, seeing the specs of specks of dust that had formed behind your eyes becoming bigger and flying by faster, the sound of your wetness fills the air along with the sound of your moans and his groans. “CHANGBIN!” The sound of skin slapping against skin was loud, you could feel the knot inside you building rapidly again. “CHANGBIN!”

“Y/N, FUCK!” He grunts out, you could feel your hair sticking to the back of your neck from how wet your skin was with sweat. Your toes curl as you feel a hot tingling sensation travelling up your legs, your other hand grabs the bedding, and you bunch it up in your fist.

“CHANGBIN!” You cry out as you feel your mind falling into a pool of ecstasy. “FUCK!” Your body begins shaking and a sudden wave of pleasure crashes into you, pulling the tension that was building inside you apart, he could feel the moment you came undone around him, your walls were pulling rapidly, and he could feel your cum splattering onto his thighs as he thrusts into you. “FUCK, OH UHHMM!” You push your head into the mattress as stars fly past your eyes.

“FUCK, fuck, yes,” He groans out, feeling his cock twitching. He didn’t expect to last long with how sensitive he felt already, but now feeling your walls milking him hard, it dawned on him that he was seconds away from coming undone. “YYYY/NNN!” You could barely hear his whine with how high in the clouds you were, your heart drummed loudly in your ears as you were going through your high.

“CHANGBIN!” You scream, his hips stutter momentarily before he pushes them against yours, hot ropes of cum spill into you, making you whine loudly at the feeling. He lowers your hips to the bed and leans over you, burying his head between your breasts, and groaning against your chest as he comes undone. Your grip on his arm loosens before you completely release it, and you lay it down on the bed, your body slowly calms down, and you were left to catch your breath. “Bin…” You whisper as you feel his hips wiggle against yours.

“So good…” He mumbles against your chest before lifting his head to look at you. “You are… too good to me,” You release the beddings and lift your hand to gently slide it along his back. “Fuck… I swear if I knew you were this wet, I wouldn’t have cum in your mouth,” You chuckle and shake your head.

“You would have burst immediately,” You say, he nods his head, not bothering to deny that fact. “But now, I really need a shower, you too,” He pushes himself to sit on his knees, his cock slipping out from you with a squelching sound. “Fuck…”

“Fuck, I agree…” He mutters as he slowly climbed off the bed. “Let me go heat the water for us, take your time,” You watch him disappear into the bathroom before hearing the water being turned on, you climb off the bed and glance at it, seeing how wet it was from his load and now your mixed releases.

“We need clean bedding also!” You say as you enter the bathroom, he was already in the shower, waiting for you, the glass already fogging up from the hot water. “My hair needs washing, can you help me, Mister Seo?” You say with a smile stretched across your lips as you step into the shower, closing the door behind you.

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navibluebees · 2 years ago

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Kisses in the Dark

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All the Mansk artwork I've seen lately has put me in a moooood~ This has smut. Minors, please DNI. Love you. <3 GN reader~ Enjoy, my lovelies!

You jolted awake at the sound coming from across the room. A dark shape moved toward you and you slowly shifted to curl your fingers around the hilt of the knife you kept under your pillow. You kept your breathing slow, trying to wait until they were close enough to attack. Your bed shifted and you tensed, holding still for just a moment longer. Gathering your courage, you flipped, swiping the knife across the arm of the invader. They grunted as you kicked your feet out, meeting their chest.

"Y/N, Y/N! Stop it!" a familiar loud voice boomed.

You fell back on your heels, stunned into silence. He fumbled for the lamp by your bed, flipping the switch at the base. You squinted and blinked at him as you sat there with a knife limply in your hand. He chuckled lowly and pulled it out of your grasp, setting it on the nightstand. You gasped as he stretched past you, eyes glued to the shallow cut on his arm. He waved away your worries.

"It's all good. It's already healing. Plus, I would probably be upset if you didn't try to attack after all those self-defense lessons I taught you."

You smiled weakly and nuzzled into his hand as it cupped your cheek. "What's going on, love? Is it bad tonight?"

The self-assured expression fell from his face. His ears ducked back, eyes going lower. You crawled to him, curling up in his lap and squeezing him around the waist. "What is it?"

He buried his face in your neck, voice slightly muffled. "I just needed you."

You gently pushed on his chest, laying him back on the bed. His face was dark purple with a blush as your body rested on top of his. You slid a hand up the front of his shirt, running your fingers over his abdomen. His muscles clenched under your touch and you gasped as his palms moved up to clasp the back of your thighs. He tugged you down, spreading your legs wider on top of him. You whimpered and leaned forward, meeting his eager mouth.

He often came to you in the night like this. Demons from his past haunted him in the dark hours and he would seek out safety in your embrace, aching for something to feel other than torment. You kissed him back roughly and full of desire. He felt your surge and held you close, running his hands over your body.

You sat up, tugging at his shirt and he quickly obliged you, pulling it over his head. He carefully maneuvered you out of your shirt. He kissed you softly, pressing his forehead to yours. You reached for the lamp and flipped the switch back off. It took a minute for your eyes to adjust and when they finally did, your smile brightened seeing the small dots covering his torso. He quivered as you traced lines between them with your fingers. Your fingers danced over his skin, light as a whisper. He smiled lovingly at you.

"Thank you for coming to me when you're scared. Thank you for being vulnerable. I love you."

You tapped him softly on the nose and the blush spread even brighter over his cheeks. His hand cupped the back of your neck, pulling you down to him. His lips met yours and you sighed into his mouth. He smiled and shifted his cheek to touch yours, breathing raggedly in your ear.

You reached over for the lube in the nightstand drawer, his eyes lingering on your hands as he shivered. He watched as you slid off the bed, teasingly sliding down your pajama pants. His tongue darted out to lick his bottom lip. You pulled his shorts down, tossing them to another corner of the room. you sat between his legs, squeezing some of the lube onto your hands, rubbing them together to warm it up. He propped himself up on his elbows, unable to take his eyes off of you.

With an impatient motion, you leaned forward and wrapped your fists around his cock. He writhed underneath you and whimpered your name. Your heart squeezed tight in your chest as your hands moved tenderly around him. You smiled at the way his breath caught in his throat, coming out in strangled gasps. Adding more lube, you continued to rub him until he grabbed at your forearm.

"Please please please, Y/N. I need you."

You moved to position yourself over him and he held your hips as his guided you down gently. He supported your weight, murmuring encouragement to you as you stretched around him. You cried out as the tip popped in. You whined sharply, clenching around him.

"Easy, easy," he whispered. He massaged your trembling thigh and when you nodded, pushed down carefully on your hips. Your whole body tingled as you settled fully down on him. His head thumped back onto the pillow, his legs squirming underneath you. You whimpered as his motions caused him to rock into you. He smiled at you and mumbled, "Sorry."

Your hips ground down onto his causing him to claw at your thighs, needy to have you even closer. You leaned forward, pressing your chest to his torso. He groaned and lifted up, tugging you down further on him. You inhaled sharply, fingers grasping at him. He shushed you soothingly, massaging his fingers down your spine. The grooves of his stomach muscles, rubbed in between your legs, making your body twitch in pleasure.

You rested together for a while like that, wrapped around him in every way, his tender hands treasuring every bit of you he could get his hands on. They moved down to your hips, lifting you off of him. You whined, clutching at him to stay close. He rolled onto his side, tucking you in front of him, back to his chest. He lifted your leg, positioning himself and slid in with only a moment's pause. You sighed with the new angle and he held your leg up, thrusting lightly.

His hand slid further down between your legs, brushing his fingertips over you. You whimpered and he kissed your shoulder, thrusting lightly again while you mumbled incoherently. He rocked into you over and over, rubbing between your legs as he nipped at your neck. You squirmed and he grunted, tugging you closer against him. You arched your back, allowing a deeper angle and he shuddered, moving with you.

His other hand snaked around underneath you, massive palm across your sternum, lightly brushing the bottom of your throat. You melted into his hold, his fingers moving faster between your legs. You whimpered and reached back, finding the back of his neck as his face moved closer to yours. His cheek brushed across your ear, lips tugging at your earlobe. Hot breath brushed over your ear as he huffed and groaned while you tensed around him.

His hips stuttered and you whined. "Not yet, love. Wait for me."

He whined in frustration, gripping you tighter. "I can't. I'm sorry."

His hips rutted into yours as he came deep inside you. He groaned deeply, your name coming out somewhere amidst a torrent of whispered 'I love you's'. He whimpered as his sensitive cock continued to move in and out of your tight hole. You tried to tell him to stop, that you were okay and didn't need to finish, but his hand tightened almost imperceptibly at your throat.

"Hush and let me love you, Y/N," he growled.

Your face flushed deep red. He found a sweet rhythm with his cock and fingers, bringing your body to an overwhelming release. You shook around him, feeling the slickness between your bodies. His body curled around you, his purring tickling slightly.

"Let me stay here tonight. I don't want to sleep alone."

You nodded and wrapped your arms around his that was across your body. He stayed inside you, protectively tightening his hold on your waist. He nuzzled your neck, licking the bites he'd given you earlier and soon enough his soft breath assured you he was asleep. Your eyes fluttered shut, snuggled safely in his arms.

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tenebraevesper · 3 months ago

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Sonic Cyber Revolution, Entry 68: A Single Flower Petal

''A single piece of flower petal is swaying by my side right now. 'It was an erroneous love,' I'd not want to think that way.''

– Hitohira no Hanabira (A Single Flower Petal) by Stereopony (Bleach)

xXxXxXx

Amy swung the Piko Piko Hammer, forcing Starline to defend himself. He had the Power Core active, but what use was it when he was dealing with a pink hedgehog who could knock down robots with her sheer strength alone, no power-ups required. He backed away, startled when he saw the crack in the ground just where he was a moment ago.

This is not good… I need to get Surge and Kit and escape, or else I'll end up dead.

Starline switched from Power to Fly, getting out of Amy's range, but she ran up to Minami, who lowered her hands to launch her up, leaving Starline baffled. He quickly switched from Fly to Speed, managing to dodge Amy's attack just before she could land a hit on him. The purple and blue blur rushed past them, with Minami and Amy feeling displeased that he got away.

Meanwhile, Starline opened a holographic screen, pressing a button on it that allowed him to enter the AR Field, as well as pulling Surge and Kit right into it. The AR Field itself looked like a replica of the street he was standing on, but he couldn't interact at all with any humans or ARNavs that passed through it, rendering them invisible to any onlookers.

That's when he allowed himself to breathe in relief, pressing his hand against his chest and feeling his heart pounding. Still alive… I'm still alive…

He then rushed down the street, trying to find Surge and Kit. It appeared that both had already reunited at the overpass, and to Starline's dismay, both of them, Surge in particular, were furious. Starline realized that he was in danger, but before he could escape, Surge grabbed him by the collar and slammed him into the wall.

''You have a lot to explain, Doc!'' Surge growled, leaving Starline shaking in fear. ''You told me and Kit that we were created to surpass Sonic and Tails! If that's so, why couldn't we beat them?!''

''T-There are s-several reasons…'' Starline said, feeling an electric charge through his body, leaving him crying out in pain. ''Y-You've never been in a battle like this. Even with the simulations, I couldn't replicate the same experience- agh!''

Starline was once again rammed into the wall by Surge, who left him to slide down on the ground. The platypus was dazed, searing pain spreading through his body, while Surge just pressed her fist into her palm as she glared at him, electricity once again crackling around her.

''So, you're saying that we're weaker than Sonic and his friends…'' Surge growled.

''Not weaker…'' Starline grumbled, trying to get up. ''You're just… less experienced.''

Surge looked like she was about to clock him in the beak, but Kit stepped out. ''You have mentioned in one of your video logs that Team Neos had been on several adventures at this point.''

''Indeed. The most recent major adventure that I have witnessed was their battle against Perfect Chaos. While they needed the Chaos Emeralds to win, they have still managed to defeat a group of well-crafted E-100 Series robots, various other Badniks, handle Dr. Eggman's Enforcers, Ferra and Metal Sonic, gather the Chaos Emeralds and fight Chaos on almost even ground in all of his forms. Not to mention the fact that they have access to Chaos Surge, which significantly powers them up,'' Starline replied, humming in thought. ''Perhaps, I should've put you through a similar situation…''

''No!'' Both Starline and Kit were stunned by Surge's cry of protest. She clenched her fists, giving both of them a glare, gritting her teeth. ''I've had enough of them! No more experiments, no more simulations! Instead, Kit and I will do what we want!'' Starline was taken aback, but Kit nodded in firm determination. He wasn't going to let Surge down, no matter what. Surge then stepped towards Starline, pointing her finger at him. ''As for your Doc, if I ever see you again, I'll fry you until only your skeleton is left!''

Starline backed away, staring at Surge as she turned on her heel and left the AR Field, Kit following her closely. Starline just stared, not realizing just how shallow his breaths were. He was still distressed, but that may have been because of just how close he was coming to dying. However, now that Surge and Kit were gone, he was left all alone within the AR Field. This is when he finally allowed himself to breathe normally.

His plan was completely shattered, but he survived. He was still alive. Starline inhaled deeply, combing through his hair as he tried to calm himself down.

''P-Perhaps, the Doctor was right… I shouldn't repeat the same mistakes…'' Starline shook his head, clenching his fists. ''What am I talking about?! I won't repeat my mistakes! As a matter of fact, this is the most desirable outcome given the circumstances. Surge and Kit still hate Sonic and Tails, meaning that they will continue fight them.'' Starline smirked, the sinister smile spreading across his beak. ''Once they gather enough experience, they will defeat them, and even if they refuse to work with me, I will find a way to take control over them.''

xXx

''So, that's Surge and Kit's deal,'' Sonic said, him, Tails and Amy having just listened to an explanation about Surge and Kit's origins from Lucas, Warren and Minami. They were currently sitting at a small outdoor café in Westoru, talking about what had happened.

''What Starline did is really messed up,'' Tails commented.

''What should we do with them? What if they hurt innocent people?'' Amy asked worriedly.

''I don't think they will go after innocent people,'' Lucas said, taking note of the surprised looks everyone gave him, save for Sonic.

''Surge had told me that she wants to burn down the everyone and everyone, but going by your response, you already know that she won't take that path,'' Sonic said, leaning back in his seat as he took a sip of the soda.

''Surge and Kit have been programmed to defeat and replace you and Tails, so they will mainly focus on that. In addition, I believe that they are capable of change, but even then, it won't be easy,'' Lucas explained. ''I suppose that we could talk to them, but…''

''I don't think Sonic nor Tails should talk to Surge and Kit,'' Amy suddenly said, gazing at the two. ''If you talk to them, they'll only get more agitated. I think someone else should talk to them.''

''Let me guess, you'll volunteer yourself to talk to them,'' Sonic said in a knowing tone. He had already expected that Amy would want to do that. She was the type of person who believed that if people opened their heart, even a little, it would allow for finding a solution to whatever problem they had. She was kind and compassionate, knowing the right thing to say, and Sonic was happy to haver her as his friend, even if he couldn't share in her enthusiasm, since he wasn't the type to speak his mind so easily.

''You better believe it!'' Amy said, giving him a confident wink. ''I'm sure that if I and Minami talk to them, we would come to some kind of solution for this situation.''

''Surge and Kit at this point wouldn't trust anyone but themselves, so it won't be easy,'' Warren noted, with Minami just giving him a dismissive wave, before giving him a confident look that mirrored Amy's.

''That's what makes it a challenge,'' Minami said, putting her hands together and crossing her middle and index finger, with Amy performing the same hand seal. ''Don't forget, you are talking to the people who mastered the art of Talk no Jutsu.''

Both Warren and Lucas gave her an awkward smile, while Sonic and Tails remained slightly confused. Warren then added, ''I don't know if I should be impressed or afraid.''

Minami and Amy exchanged glances, both giggling softly.

xXx

''What should we do now, Surge?'' Kit asked, having finished replenishing filling up his Hydro Pack with water at the water fountain in a park in Westoru. Surge was sitting on a nearby bench, still looking frustrated. Sure, they had abandoned Starline, but they were now on their own. They could return to Egg Base Sigma and kick Starline out, but neither of them wanted to return to their awful place. They were also aware of Starline's previous base in Souto, and since the platypus wasn't using it, they could take over it as their own base. That was obviously one solution, but it wasn't what they needed.

Surge knew that if she wanted some peace of mind, she would have to confront Sonic again and win on her own terms. Unfortunately, Starline's words echoed in her mind, reminding her of the fact that she was still quite inexperienced, and that Sonic had also access to Chaos Surge, so even if she overpowered him on her own, he could easily use that power to defeat her again. The thought of her being unable to defeat Sonic at all enraged her, making her realize she'd be trapped in an endless cycle if she didn't figure something out. But, what was she supposed to do?

''Surge?'' Kit stared at Surge with concern. Even though he knew he had been programmed by Starline to serve Surge's every whim, he was genuinely worried about her and wanted to make her happy. Surge was all he had and he felt lost in this wide world without her. He wanted to be by her side no matter what. He gave her a determined look. ''Whatever you want me to do, I'll do it. That way, you'll be happy.''

Surge looked up at him, her mouth opening a little as if she was about to say something, but she then closed it, nodding in acknowledgement. To Kit's surprise, Surge ruffled his hair, leaving it frazzled, and grinned. ''Heh, of course you'd do that. It's us against the world, after all, and we will make sure that everyone respects us.''

''That sounds great!'' Kit said happily.

''Hey!''

Surge and Kit were surprised to hear someone calling out for them, only to be surprised when a pink hedgehog in a sports outfit and a human teenager approached them. Both felt tense, wondering who these two were and what they wanted from them. They did have an assumption that both of them were Sonic's friends, leaving them unsettled.

''You're Surge and Kit, right? My name is Amy Rose,'' Amy introduced herself, then pointed at Minami. ''This is Minami Kusakabe, my partner.''

''Why should we care? You're friends with that Faker, aren't you?'' Surge interrupted, giving them a snide look.

''I'm pretty sure that there is only one person who is allowed to call Sonic 'Faker','' Minami remarked. Surge and Kit were a bit annoyed that Minami was talking to them in such a casual tone.

''What do you want?!'' Surge growled, electricity crackling in her hands. ''Because if you don't leave, I'm going to fry both of you.''

''We just want to talk to both of you, nothing else,'' Amy said, holding up her hands defensively. Surge and Kit gave her an irked look, clearly not in the mood to talk to someone who was friends with Sonic and Tails. Amy was wondering what to tell them to gain even a fraction of their trust, when Minami took over.

''How about we make a deal? You talk to us, and we give you free sweets, as much as you can eat,'' Minami suggested. Surge rose an eyebrow.

''Tch, I'm not hungry…'' Surge responded, only for her stomach to growl right in that moment, leaving her slightly embarrassed. She then shot a glare at Minami. ''Don't you dare to say anything!''

''We didn't eat anything since this morning and it's past noon,'' Kit pointed out. Surge hated to admit it, but Kit was correct. She was actually quite hungry, and the battle against Sonic drained her. She needed some good food to fuel up before she could even battle Sonic again.

''Fine,'' Surge conceded, placing her hands on her hips. ''As long as the food is free and tastes good. Otherwise, I'm not saying anything.''

''Don't worry, I know just the place,'' Minami replied. ''Follow me!''

Minami took note of Amy's lips quirking upwards, with the pink hedgehog being well aware where she was leading them. Both of them were also relieved at how easy it was to convince Surge and Kit to agree to their terms, with Minami figuring that, even if they were Sonic and Tails' friends, the two wouldn't be as hostile to them. Not only that, but offering them what was basically an all-you-can-eat buffet of free sweets was basically an incredibly tempting peace offering, because she doubted that anyone could resist the offer of free food. Minami had to admit to herself that this was something she had actually planned out, as she knew that Surge and Kit wouldn't want to talk to her and Amy regardless of what they said.

This move may have been quite devious to an outsider, but Minami didn't mind it. She may have been a kind and sweet person, or at least presented herself as one, but she could also be very shrewd and manipulative if she wanted to gain something. There were many times where she played up a sweet and innocent act to get out of trouble, or even used carefully crafted sentences to sway people to her side, especially when she was younger and had her cuteness as a child on her side. As she got older, she understood that the world, and therefore humans, were more complex, and that she had to adapt to her situation, learning how to read people and finding the easiest ways to make them do or say what she wanted. In this case, she wanted to know just how much of a danger Surge and Kit posed to everyone, as well as if there was a way to sway their opinion in regards to Sonic and Tails.

When she told that to Amy, the pink hedgehog could only sigh and remark that Team Neos was lucky that Minami wasn't their opponent, because she was quite troublesome when she acted like that. Minami simply chimed in how this was the reason why Makoto referred to her as a ''Menace to Society''. She also added that she wasn't interested in being a villainess, and to Amy's chagrin, remarked that, despite that, she was certain that she would make a good villainess in a shoujo novel. All Amy could do at that point is to facepalm, since Minami missed the point entirely.

It didn't take them too long until they reached their destination, Wave Patissierie. Surge and Kit were still a little doubtful, wondering if the free food would really be worth it, but they decided not to waste their opportunity, and followed Minami and Amy inside. There, they were met by a college student and his partner, a penguin ARNav, both dressed in the appropriate uniform that consisted of a white chef's coat and black trousers with the establishment's name printed on it.

''Welcome to Wave Patissierie! How may- oh, it's you two!'' The college student, who had greeted them, gave Minami and Amy a surprised, but pleased look.

''Hi, Daiki! Hey, Kori! I hope we're not bothering you,'' Minami replied.

''No you're not. We're having a slow day today,'' Kori replied, pointing at the empty patissierie. ''Do you two want the usual?''

''Well, we actually have a request…'' Minami said, trailing off. She and Amy turned to Surge and Kit, who were staring at the displays and almost drooling at the sight of so many cakes laid out, ready to be eaten. The cakes were almost sparkling, some looking simple, some being elaborately decorated with ingredients ranging from fruits, sprinkles, decorations made from sugar, flowers and so on. It appeared that seeing all of the food for themselves made them feel even hungrier than they actually were.

''Here.'' Amy approached the two, giving them plates. ''You pick up the sweets you like and then go to the counter to pay for them. Of course, since Minami said it'll be free for you, she'll be paying for it.'' Amy glanced at Minami, giving her a sly look, with the teenager just sighing, well aware that her wallet is gonna suffer. ''They also serve drinks here, and once you're done you can go to the tables over there to eat.''

Surge grinned, immediately walking up to the displays and picking up cakes she liked. Kit held back a bit, observing the ones Surge picked and looking a little lost on what to do. He had absolutely no idea which cake to choose, wishing that Surge had told him which one to pick. Not to mention, this was his first time seeing such a variety of sweets, as Starline never allowed them to eat anything that was supposedly unhealthy. He didn't know what those cakes tasted like and he had no opinion of his own aside from agreeing with Surge.

It appeared that Amy noticed his dilemma, well aware that Kit was not just Surge's support unit, but also entirely dependent on her for almost every decision. From Amy's perspective, this was an incredibly toxic relationship, but if she interfered with it in any way that upset them, she'd make herself a target. Fortunately, she had already figured out what the correct approach would be.

''Hey, Surge, is this your and Kit's first time at a patissierie?'' she asked. Surge rose an eyebrow, a little confused by the question.

''Yeah, of course it is,'' she said.

''Ah, that explains why Kit has a little trouble choosing what he wants,'' Amy said, deciding to employ the tactics she had learned from Minami. It appeared that Surge just now noticed that Kit was just standing there, lost and anxious. ''How about this? He picks some of the cakes you didn't choose and you both share plates to see which cakes taste the best. I'll even help with the recommend you some.''

''I guess we could do that,'' Surge muttered, but then flashed a grin. ''However, I'm sure that Kit will like what I picked more than what you recommend.''

''Of course I would,'' Kit immediately agreed, with both taking note of Amy's sweet smile and feeling a little puzzled. Amy didn't respond, instead feeling relieved that Kit looked much more at ease as she was recommending him which cakes to pick. By the end of it, they had two full plates of almost every single cake and sweet the patissierie had to offer. Minami was internally crying when she realized just how much she will have to pay, but she figured that it would be worth it the sacrifice. Besides, she still had one more ace up in her sleeve left.

''Is that all?'' Daiki asked as he checked the bill over again and giving Minami a questioning look, as he too understood that they went overboard.

''Y-Yeah, I'll be paying all of it,'' Minami replied, praying to whichever deity to bless her with the outcome she desired the most. It appeared that they heard her, because in that moment, Minami's mother, Sara Kusakabe, exited the kitchen with a freshly backed batch of cupcakes. ''Hey, Mum!''

''Wait, her mother owns this place?'' Surge and Kit gave Amy a surprised look.

''She used to work at a restaurant until she recently opened this place,'' Amy explained. ''This is also why we can recommend it, because we know all the food will taste excellent.''

''It is nice to see you… Oh, is this what you bought?'' Sara stared at the bill in surprise. Normally, she had an agreement with Minami and Amy that they would get a free cake and drink as she didn't want her daughter to pay for anything, so this took her off guard.

''Ah, I as actually paying for someone else…'' Minami explained in a sheepish tone, with Sara taking note of Surge and Kit. ''But, don't worry. I can pay for it in full. After all, I should be supporting the family business.''

''Supporting the family business with the money I gave you as an allowance,'' Sara pointed out, much to Minami's grief and Amy's amusement. ''Honestly, I'd rather that you don't have to pay for anything, but this is a lot…'' Sara replied. As much as she loved her daughter and would want to give her anything she desired, she also needed to think of her business and expenses.

''Well, if that's so, how about I pay half the price as a family discount?'' Minami suggested. Sara hummed.

''You'll pay half the price and you'll be handing out leaflets to promote the store,'' she said.

''Deal,'' Minami said, internally sighing in relief. She could live with that offer.

''Maybe we shouldn't have taken so many cakes,'' Kit said, glancing at Surge as they observed the whole exchange.

''Hey, they were the ones offering us free food. It's not their fault they didn't tell us to limit ourselves, and even then, I wouldn't care,'' Surge replied in a haughty tone. They found a table, and the moment they sat down, Surge and Kit took a bite of one of the chocolate roulade, they were blown away by the taste, having never eaten something like that before.

''This tastes amazing!'' Kit said, eyes sparking in awe.

''This is-'' Surge took note of Amy giving her a curious look, and quickly huffed, not wanting to look overly excited. ''I guess it's fine.''

''It's nice to hear that you like it,'' Amy responded in a chipper tone. Surge furrowed a brow, not sure what to make of it, but then continued to eat. Minami soon joined them, sitting down at the table with a defeated look.

''My wallet will hate me for this,'' she muttered, then glanced at the others. ''So, how's the food?''

''It's good,'' Surge replied in aloof tone, acting as if she wasn't enjoying every bite of the cake she ate.

''It's good,'' Kit said, imitating her, although he was having a bit of a harder time hiding his feelings about the food, perking up whenever he tasted his portion.

''I think that's a high praise coming from both of you,'' Minami said, surprising Surge and Kit, who weren't exactly used to this kind of treatment. ''Since you like the food, how about you uphold your end of the deal?''

''Ugh…'' Surge just gave her an unwilling look, having hoped that she wouldn't have to deal with this. Admittedly, she could just dine and dash, but she was also curious to an extend in regard to what they wanted to know. ''Fine. What do you want to talk about?''

''We were just curious about how you're handling being here,'' Amy said.

''Why would you want to know that?'' Surge asked, giving her a suspicious look.

''Because you were dealing with Starline, and I can only imagine how awfully he had treated you,'' Amy responded.

''Starline lied to us,'' Kit said, giving Amy a dark look. ''He lied to us about everything.''

''We are not going back to him,'' Surge added. ''If the Doc ever dares to get into our way, we'll make sure it'll be the last thing he does.''

''That is a relief to hear,'' Amy said, leaving the two puzzled. ''I'm sure you'll be doing much better without him.''

''Why would you care? You don't even know what we're planning on doing. We could even be worse than Starline,'' Surge pointed out. ''We attacked your friends, and you're acting like nothing happened.''

''First of all, wasn't Starline the one who planted the idea of you attacking Sonic and Tails in your head?'' Amy asked, catching Surge and Kit off guard. She was correct, but it's not as if they wanted to acknowledge it.

''S-So, what?!'' Surge protested, getting angrier and angrier. ''Even though we left Starline, we don't plan on giving up destroying those two!''

''Yeah!'' Kit agreed, being just as determined as Surge was.

''I see…'' Amy muttered, with Surge just staring at her, baffled.

''How can you be so calm when I just declared that nothing would stop us from destroying your friends?'' Surge asked.

''The issue is, we're kinda getting used to getting those threats,'' Minami said in a calm, almost bored tone as she leaned against her table, supporting her chin with her hand.

''You got used to threats?'' Kit asked, stunned.

''We've ran into so many people who have threatened us and our friends in some way that we could make a Bingo card out of it for future encounters,'' Minami explained in a matter-of-fact tone. ''There's Ferra and Metal Sonic, Dr. Eggman and his Badnik Army, Shadow, Dr. Starline, Toshiro and Mephiles, other Irregulars and even Irregular Hunters, the military organization ARMS, Chaos, Rough and Tumble – although these guys were more of a joke – the pirates we encountered at the Surya Empire… All of them were a threat in some way, some of which managed to cause more damage than the others. In fact, Metal Sonic almost managed to kill Sonic and let him go just because he wanted to have another confrontation with him later on.''

Surge and Kit were both stunned to hear that. Starline hadn't told them about any previous threats Team Neos had to deal with, and they assumed that it would be easy for them to handle the mission they were given, but this went beyond their expectations. Clearly, they weren't even on the radar as Sonic's opponents, leaving them both in dismay.

''Aghrr, then how should I prove myself as Sonic's enemy if I'm not even able to land a scratch on him!'' Surge shouted in frustration, clutching her head with both of her hands, with Kit giving her a look of concern.

''Starline really left you with no choice, did he?'' Amy asked, her worried and sympathetic tone drawing Surge and Kit's attention.

''It's not just Starline, it's whoever decided that we should only exist to be Sonic's opponents!'' Surge growled, pointing at Amy accusingly. ''You can do whatever you want, but we can only do one thing!''

''Do you really have to?'' Amy asked, her tone calm, despite the threat of Surge electrocuting her.

''We don't have any other directives,'' Kit replied in a cold tone, glaring at Amy for making Surge upset. Amy hummed in thought.

''You know, maybe I could help you with finding a different directive,'' Amy suggested, surprising the two.

''How?'' Surge gave her a baffled look.

''Do you guys want me to tell your fortune?'' Amy asked with a smile, with data particles appearing in her hands, turning inot a stack of fortune cards. ''I used to work as a fortune teller in Sentoraru before I have met Minami, and even before that, I wanted to help people by telling them their fortune.'' Amy's gaze lowered as a melancholic look appeared on her expression. ''Unfortunately, the people who asked me about their fortune called me a jinx because in most cases, something bad would happen to them and they would blame me for all of their misfortunes, even if I had nothing to do with them.'' Amy then gave them a determined look, clenching her fists and fist-pumping. ''However, that won't stop me from helping people, no matter how badly they treat me.'' She gave Surge and Kit a sincere gaze. ''That's why I also want to help you two live a happy life. You've been wronged in many ways.''

''Tch, you're far too optimistic,'' Surge said in a dismissive tone, waving her hand. ''What if the kind of life we want to live doesn't fit what you imagined?''

''I know I can't stop you from doing what you want, but if you need another opinion, I'll be there for you,'' Amy assured her. ''If it involves fighting Sonic, that's something I'll leave to him.''

''You have a lot of faith in your boyfriend,'' Surge said, leaving Amy stunned.

''Wh-What?''

''Starline had taken the time to tell us all about your team, even though he mainly focused on Sonic and Tails, and one of the things he had told us that you're obsessed with Sonic and can act like a crazy fangirl,'' Kit added helpfully, only for him and Surge to be surprised when Amy frowned. They certainly didn't expect her to change her mood so quickly.

''That's a lie!'' Amy huffed. ''I don't know where he got that-'' Minami coughed. ''But I can assure you that I'm not obsessed with Sonic. We are simply good friends and teammates.'' She then grumbled under her breath. ''Besides, I'm fairly certain that he has a crush on someone else, but I don't have any evidence…''

''So, this is just another thing Starline lied to us about,'' Kit concluded, with Surge letting out a huff.

''Why am I not surprised anymore?'' she grumbled, blink in surprise when she saw Amy holding up a fork with a piece of strawberry shortcake to her, leaving Surge a little flustered. ''H-Hey, you don't have to shove that into my mouth!''

''You kind of stopped eating, so I was just wondering if you'd want to try my favorite type cake,'' Amy said, then pouted. ''I did ask Sonic what he thought about it, but he said it sucks. I think he was just messing with me-''

She was startled when Surge suddenly grabbed the fork and ate the offered cake, then gave Amy a haughty look. ''I don't know what Sonic was thinking, but this is great.''

''Thanks!'' Amy replied happily, while Surge just gave her a satisfied smirk, folding her arms across her chest.

''This just shows how much your so-called friend doesn't know what a good cake tastes like, proving that I'm the superior judge,'' Surge boasted, pointing with her thumb at herself.

''That's something we can agree on,'' Amy replied, with Kit also reaching for the strawberry shortcake.

''So, have you found a cake that you like?'' Minami asked him, leaving Kit a bit startled by the question.

''I… I don't know. All of them taste good and I…'' Kit replied, falling silent. Suddenly, he pressed his hands against his head, as if having a headache. ''I-I don't- know-''

''H-Hey, if you can't decide yet, you can always make your decision later on,'' Minami assured him, but Kit was still worried. Minami was also quite concerned, as she knew that it would be hard to help him be independent, but even the smallest step in the right direction would be enough.

''So, do you guys want me to read your fortune or…?'' Amy trailed off. Kit immediately looked at Surge for guidance. Surge stared at Amy for moment, then shook her head.

''I don't need any fortune cards to tell me what to do,'' she said in a serious tone.

''M-Me neither,'' Kit chimed in. Amy just nodded in understanding.

''That's fine. In fact I believe this is the best way to determine your own fortune,'' Amy said, then added in a more firm tone. ''I do have one more request.''

''What is it?'' Surge asked.

''If you're fine with this idea, may I suggest that you first try to experience living on your own in Neos City, away from Starline's influence. I believe that experiencing life for yourselves without having to follow the directive you were given would help you decide what you want to do next,'' Amy suggested. Surge's gaze fell. She had to admit that that wasn't such a bad idea, but she also wasn't sure what exactly living on their own would entail. It was quite a frightening thought, as she had no idea how to live for herself. Amy took note of her silence, adding, ''If you need help, I'd be glad-''

''I don't need help!'' Surge snapped, pointing at herself. ''Kit and I can do whatever we want and we don't need your help!''

To her surprise, Amy just gave her a sweet and encouraging smile. ''Then, I sincerely hope both of you will find happiness.''

Surge was silent, only to huff again, getting up. ''We're leaving.''

Kit gave her a confused look. ''But, we didn't finish eating…''

''We can pack those up,'' Surge said, with Kit getting up and following her. Kori, who had noticed them stopping eating, quickly came over with a box, packing up the remaining cakes. Surge turned to Amy, her eyes narrowing.

''I also have a suggestion for you,'' Surge said, with Amy giving her a curious look. ''Don't help people who look down on you. I hate these kinds of people and I think they should get beaten up for acting so arrogant.''

''Eh… I'll keep that in mind,'' Amy quickly replied, stunned by the advice, and then asked her directly, ''Do you look down on me?''

Surge took a moment to look back at her, but didn't answer, acting as if she didn't hear the question, and leaving with Kit, who held the box with the remaining cakes. Amy took a deep breath, turning to Minami.

''What do you think? How did this go?'' she asked.

''Honestly, I think it went well,'' Minami answered. ''Of course, it is not ideal, since the best outcome would for them to have a peaceful life without being burdened by the past, but we can't do much besides keeping an eye on them and offer guidance. What do you think?''

''I think that Surge and Kit would be able to find their own place here, but I don't think they will stop finding a way to fight Sonic and Tails,'' Amy said. ''We can only speculate just how deep their programing goes, but I think we should keep an eye on them.''

xXx

''Why didn't you answer Amy's question?'' Kit asked curiously, walking behind Surge as he held onto the box. Surge stopped walking for a moment, only to huff in annoyance.

''That's because it was a stupid question,'' Surge answered in a dismissive tone. Kit was confused, wondering why Surge would call that question stupid, but decided not to pursue the matter, since Surge didn't care about it either. Surge, on the other hand, wondered why Amy asked her that. Did she really care so much about her opinion? Feeling weird about the whole situation, Surge shook her head, deciding not to think about it. ''Anyways, I guess we could try out just living for a while.'' She then grinned. ''But, that doesn't mean that we won't cause any trouble for Sonic and Tails.''

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dana-chan-the-control-brain · 10 months ago

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So what was the thought process you and @twinanimatronics had for Moon and DJMM being besties?

Like I know that's a huge fanon thing (though i think y'all were one of the early ones) but is it something yall based on game data or character analysis?

Ohhh!!!

A pretty good question.

I think part of it had to do with @factual-fantasy's wonderful au and comics of the DJ being very close buds with Sun and Moon.

But I think there was a bit more to it then that.

I think I just wanted a fanfiction mostly centered around Moon and the DJ's friendship because they're both Security bots and are the only two animatronics in the Pizzaplex that go back to being "mainly chill" after their initial segment. (Moon showing up at every hourly recharge being super easy to avoid outside his initial Daycare Segment and Sun just stays in the slide all other times)

I also remember seeing the headcanon in @paper-lilypie's old comics that Moon had a music box, which was a popular hc, that Ceph and I have actually proved to be canon with our rabid exploring of the Pizzaplex map like its an archeological dig site.

Made me get to thinking if Moon used his music box often, what songs would he use?

Also got me thinking about how the DJ makes up his own songs on rotation to avoid copyright. He's essentially an AI generated song prompt, but far more endearing and self-aware. DJMM makes his own bouncer chase music to capture Gregory and that's pretty endearing to me.

Thought about Moon stealing DJ's songs to use in his music box. (and yes, I know real life music boxes are made with a set song in mind and he can't rotate them unless there are discs in there. But idk. lol don't think about the mechanics of this too hard of how a music box actually works)

Made me think that Moon would like relaxing Lofi beats that the DJ would make for him.

Lofi Beats to Capture Children to was initially planned to be five chapters. Just showing glimpses into the lives of DJMM and Moon interacting, from a more DJ-themed perspective, with the pov changing between Moon and the DJ...

But I kept adding more things into there.

Once I realized Sun had to be a character in this, the perspective strictly stayed with Sun and Moon.

Like an OC that was meant to just be a foil, and die for character development for the Daycare Attendant turned out to be more complex then I thought as he just became a worse version of myself and I wanted to see him get better so I made a spin-off entirely about him.

I realized I wanted to have Vanny in this, because I love Vanessa. I wanted to show the toxic but completely codependent relationship the DCA has with Vanessa. Because... Well, let's face it, Vanessa is a non-character in her own game. Many fans don't love her in the way I do. Even the most hard wired DCA fans don't really have anything to say about Vanny/Vanessa.... and either ignore she exists... or she's a meangirl background character not important to the plot. Despite the fact that Vanny and Moon's relationship is the driving force for so many things that happen in Security Breach. To the point where the Daycare Attendant is literally a thematic parallel to the Vanny/Vannessa relationship... Something I've been screaming about since Security Breach came out and no one listened.... But I was right. To the Point it's explicitly confirmed in Help Wanted 2.

And I also realized that if Sun was going to be a character, I had to establish life for them for a good chunk of it and how fast things go down. I had to determine whether I wanted them to be their separate things, or one person with DID. And ... While I do think that DID is actually canon..... it's something I don't have experience with writing, and I feel that I would end up saying or portraying it offensively. Especially since the DCA already kinda has the "bad alter" archetype in canon. Plus, to coexist with Twins where they get seperated and they're learning to be their own people... It just makes more sense to have a level of miscommunication between the two. So we understand Sun's fear and need for control. (like in canon Sun has no reason to string up fairylights in his dark room... other then just to never have moon switch over and make him uncomfortable. There's no kids in their room to capture. The generators can stay on in the pizzaplex and their room could be dark and the children would be safe. Sun is making it so Moon can't switch at all... and while that is horrible for Moon, it's important to see where that level of distrust and anger and controlling behavior stems from, and why Moon might be afraid of him in twins)

And If I wanted the DJMM to be friends with Moon, I also needed excuses for Moon to go there. I also needed to consider his relationship with the other Glamrocks and animatronics in the pizzaplex. I had to show how isolated Sun was and how much Sun cared for the kids, genuinely.

So the whole thing snowballed and it sometimes becomes intimidating to work on.

I guess long story short... The DJ is cool. And Moon is cool. I love them both and they make a really great non-verbal pair.

I absolutely love Lofi. So thanks for sending this ask. I know I haven't updated in awhile. But you think being unemployed would give me more freetime... lol but I'm mostly depressed and stressed.

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shystrawberries · 2 months ago

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Day 12- Carousel

In the days after the night has been enjoyed, the carousel looks oddly abandoned. Star and Moon, when they’ve done their chores of cleaning up, enjoy their time sat upon pegasi and clouds. Sometimes Moon reads to her, which is a bittersweet reminder of their time in the daycare. Sometimes she draws, and Moons simply watches. Sometimes he teases her imperfect doodles, but always in fun and never truly mockingly. Most times they simply sit and talk. Star loves to hear about his impressions of the guests, as his demonstrations of his interactions and what he’s seen are ever so sarcastic and entertaining. Star likes to tell him about the number of certain things she sees in a night. The number of certain piercings, the number of specific colored socks, the amount of crows she saw. Then Moon might delve into the stories surrounding crows, and they get lost in rabbit holes as he recounts memes that she’s never had the pleasure of seeing.

It is on the carousel that Moon quietly adjusted her to sit on the floor in front of the star seat he liked to perch on. She allowed him to do so, confused but otherwise unconcerned. She continued to silently read the book Sunny leant her as he swept her hair off her shoulders.

“Have you talked to Eclipse?” Moon asked in that quiet, raspy voice of his.

She shrugged as she turned the page. She didn’t have to read the physical book this slowly, really, but she enjoyed taking things at a slower pace. “Not recently, no. Why do you ask?”

Her hair fell against her back in a singular mass, as if braided. Moon took it up again and seemingly unraveled it. He did this quite a few times before answering. Then he peered around her and smirked at her. “Clipsy has a cruuush~”

Star raised a brow. She didn’t know that Eclipse was capable of such a sweet thing. Were any of them, really? But then if they weren’t able to form deeper affections for one another, why was it she always felt the underlying urge to be wrapped up in Moon’s arms? It had taken her a long time to understand the feeling, and longer still to bring it up to Sun in confidence. A crush. Such an unusual thing, and here even Eclipse apparently held one.

“Oh? Who for?”

He leaned closer still, mischievously. “A human.”

“That sounds as though it would complicate things.” Star mused.

Moon chuckled before retreating. He returned to braiding her hair, sliding something against her scalp that felt a little different to her sensors than his silicone-tipped fingers.

“Oh, absolutely.” he practically giggled. “Clipsy can’t get the poor thing to even look at him.”

“Is it someone who works here? Do I know the human?” Star was intrigued by this little drama. She wondered if Sunny already knew. Perhaps it was he who told Moon.

“The ringmaster’s off-spring, of course.”

Star slammed her book down and spun around to face Moon. His hands were momentarily paused in the air from how abruptly she moved.

“Really?”

He adjusted how some strands of hair framed her face as he responded. “Really really.”

Star giggled. She covered her mouth, but the laughter could not be contained. “N-no wonder he can’t get them to look at him.” Star snickered. “They’re far too sensible to let someone like Eclipse pursue them.”

Moon hummed in a noncommittal manner.

Star pulled back, leaving Moon’s hands empty. “What does that mean?” Her eyes narrowed.

Moon shrugged and looked to the side, looking far too mischievous to pull off the innocence he was going for. “Only that I’ve noticed an increase in their heart-rate whenever he’s around.”

“No. Way.”

Moon leant forward to match the energy she was exuding. “Way.”

“Can Eclipse measure heart-rates? Does he know?”

“Nooo~ He wasn’t made with all the important things like I was. He didn’t have to make sure the children were sleeping, after all.”

Star looked over the park as if she would see either one of them passing by. Some workers did, but most were off doing their own thing. Sleeping, shopping, catching up with family in the area and the like. “Five bucks it takes them four months.”

“Five it takes them six months.”

She grinned at him and slapped her hand against his in a handshake.

Star hummed in their trailer as she prepared for the night. She changed into one of her more circus-y outfits, discarding the wide-legged jeans and white t-shirt on the bed nest. She’d take care of it in a moment.

It didn’t take long for Sunny to quickly get involved in the bet, despite his initial disapproval. He thought it would be closer to an entire year passing before either Eclipse lost his sanity entirely or Reader finally put their adult pants on and admitted they liked him back.

Really, Sun was just as much of a gossiper as the rest of them were, he just pretended he wasn’t. So he knew all about the situation. It… was about the same amount Moon and Star knew, but Star didn’t mind the regurgitated information.

Star paused as she caught something sparkle in her reflection. She maneuvered a hand mirror to look better at the back and side of her flat head to see that her thick hair had been pulled into a quite complicated-looking braid, decorated in sparkling pins and barrettes. So that’s what she had felt Moon put in her hair.

She smiled. That was quite cute, actually.

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difwod · 2 years ago

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What’s a Commercial Vs a Home Theater Projector? Do I Need a 4K HDR Projector?

A Portable Projector Is A Small, Lightweight Device That Projects Images Or Videos Onto A Screen Or Wall. It Can Be Powered By A Built-In Battery Or An External Power Source And Is Designed For Mobility And Easy Setup For Floor Interactive Projection.

Commercial Projectors Are Designed For Use In Professional Settings Such As Conference Rooms, Schools, And Movie Theaters. They Are Built To Provide Bright And Clear Images Even In Well-Lit Rooms And Can Project Large Images With Excellent Detail.

Home Theater Projectors With Ar Interactive Slide, On The Other Hand, Are Designed For Use In A Home Entertainment Setting. They Are Typically Smaller And More Compact Than Commercial Projectors And May Not Be As Bright, But Offer A More Immersive Movie-Watching Experience In A Home Setting.

The Choice Between A 4K HDR Projector And A Lower-Resolution Projector Largely Depends On The Intended Use And Budget. 4K HDR Projectors Offer Four Times The Resolution Of Traditional HD Projectors, Producing Incredibly Sharp And Detailed Images. This Makes Them Ideal For Large-Screen Home Theaters Or Commercial Applications Where Image Quality Is Critical. However, 4K HDR Projectors Can Be More Expensive And Require More Specialized Equipment To Set Up, So It May Not Be Necessary For Everyone.

Ultimately, The Choice Of A Portable Projector With Projection Immersive, Commercial Vs. Home Theater, And Whether Or Not To Go For A 4K HDR Projector, Depends On Personal Preferences And The Intended Use. Factors Such As Budget, Room Size, And Image Quality Requirements Should Be Considered When Making A Decision.

#Ar Interactive Slide #Floor Interactive Projection

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indigosuvi · 2 years ago

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Can I get 5 for Ghost?

Again, Already?

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Simon was a tall man. No one knew exactly how tall he was. In fact, no one knew much about him or his personal life. He was a very private man. Keeping his work life and personal life completely separate. He didn't want to run the risk of anyone hurting those he cared about. He didn't want to run the risk of losing the only things he had in life. He didn't want to lose it all.

Simon was taller than you. You enjoyed the feeling of it. The feeling when he reached above you to help you grab something that you couldn't reach. The feeling when he placed a hand above your head and leaned down, his blue eyes staring into yours, and sometimes, his shirt would rise, revealing only the slightest bit of skin. The sight left you wanting more. The things that this man made you feel. The things that this man did to you. You were glad he couldn't read your thoughts. You would die of embarrassment, or maybe not if he knew of all the unholy things you thought about him.

Simon had been in the basement exercising. You had been busy cleaning the house and making sure everything was put away. Normally, you would have been in the same room, either watching Simon or joining him. However, the house had been long overdue to be cleaned. A simple mistake, you had become busy and forgot. You stood in the bedroom, not doing anything, but trying to remember what you wanted to or trying to think of what to do next. Simon came upstairs and stood in the doorway. His hand rested on the doorframe. His wet shirt clung to him and rose as he leaned into his arm.

"What are you doing?"

You turned, looked at him, and smiled.

"I'm not sure. I was cleaning, but I forgot what I wanted to do next." You couldn't help but notice the slightest bit of skin that his shirt had revealed. Simon smiled slightly as he noticed your gaze. He lifted his arm slightly higher and his shirt rose a little more. You shifted your eyes up to look at him.

"Maybe you should take a break?"

He was right, although you hadn't been working for very long, it was good to take breaks from time to time.

He took a few steps closer to you. His shirt stayed in the same place it had once been in.

"You're right, I should take a break." You said as you looked up at him.

You reached out and your fingertips gently grazed the exposed skin. You were about to lower your hand until Simon grabbed it and placed it back where it had once been.

"You don't have to be afraid. It's okay."

You felt your cheeks heat up as you looked up into his blue eyes. Your hand slid slowly up his shirt, feeling his abs, before moving up to his chest. Simon stood up and removed his shirt, before leaning back down, his hand gently holding your face, and the other pressed on the wall behind you. His lips met yours and slowly your hand slid down his body.

"Do you want to take things further?" He asked, his face inches from your own, and his hand still holding onto your face, gently.

"Yes, I do."

Simon took a step back and slid his pants off as you began to remove your clothes. He noticed the wet mark in your underwear as you tossed your clothes somewhere near the laundry basket. He stepped close to you once again, his fingers beginning to stroke/rub you. You bit your lip as you took his hardened length in your hand and began to stroke him slowly. He let out a noise before speaking, "Harder, love."

You gripped harder and began to stroke a little faster. Simon let out a moan and continued to rub/stroke you faster. You came again.

"Again, already?" He teased.

"Yeah…" you said quietly, not entirely wanting him to hear.

He began to cum, and you continued to stroke him. Sliding the cum around his length. He lifted you off the ground, your hands went to his biceps, feeling the muscles move beneath them, and he slid himself into you. You let out a moan and your hands moved to grasp his shoulders.

"Are you ready, love?"

"Yes."

He began to thrust his hips, moving slowly at first, letting you become comfortable before he picked up speed. His hands grasping your hips as he continued to thrust into you.

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unknownjpegs · 8 months ago

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coffee shop au

“You are—” The words sort of catch funny from the way his back hits the wall, a little huff that escapes before he grabs onto the mans hips in front of him and jerk them together. Their height difference makes it so Xavier has to hunch over a bit, tilt his head down. It’s not unpleasant, the way it usually is—but then again, his brain is a soft blurry edge dampened by a lot of alcohol. “You are like, the hottest guy I have ever met.”

“S’not really a meeting,” the stranger snorts. He laughs like that; something Xavier had picked up in the very brief couple interactions they’d just had. By the bar, on the dance floor (or rather the outskirts of it, because somehow, even dancing Xavier had been unable to stop talking), now crammed inside the gender neutral bathroom. It’s head to toe in graffiti and enclosed around them small.

It would feel claustrophobic, but being this close feels nice. He’d always liked it chest to chest.

“We’re meeting, right now,” Xavier says, hooking his fingers into the other’s belt loops. His thumbs dip under the black shredded tank top that was what made Xavier stare in the first place. Reveals so much skin. And arms. Very, very thick arms.

“Bit of a talker, yeah?”

“You have no idea,” Xavier whispers in reply, his hands cupping the British man’s cheeks. They’re warm under his palms, flushed dark red under the terrible blinking light of the bathroom. He has thick brows, dark lashes, an interesting curve to his nose. Smooth looking skin that Xavier is thinking would be nice to kiss. He’s pressed back against the brick wall and their hips are so tight together. “What’s your name?” He murmurs it lips that are close together, nearly kissing. They’re soft; they’d already done a bit of this, outside the circle of dancing, just a few until it made it this way. He remembers tasting alcohol on him, the bite and tang of whiskey maybe.

“What’s yours?” he gets prompted instead and that tangle of their warm, whiskey scented breath makes Xavier’s spine shiver. Their noses touch and he gently puts his mouth close to a ear that’s nearly shrouded in curly black hair. Christ, this guy even fucking smells good.

“I’m Xavier.” And then he hooks a finger into the blank tank top that’s torn open at the shoulders and lowers it enough to kiss dark brown skin. That single kiss makes the frantic energy return and he feels strong, deft hands sliding up under his shirt. Feels them move over his ribs and down, around to his lower back. Xavier groans, bringing their mouths back together.

One of his hands still cups a warm, soft cheek, but when they start kissing, he uses it to cup the strangers chin. Kiss him deeper, move his head in a way to bring them closer. He kisses hungrily and maybe—maybe a little too passionately for a bar bathroom. But he tastes good, not just the alcohol on his tongue and Jesus he feels good up against his body like that. Makes Xavier change their positions, makes him twist them around so he’s to the wall now. And it makes him pause, laughing, trailing kisses over a bearded chin.

“Fuck, sorry, you are just—man, you are good at this—and, like looking at you is—” Xavier flattens forearms to the brick wall, leaned over him, panting hard. Brown eyes stare back up, dark and pretty. Xavier’s fingertips run over the mans slightly swollen lips.

“Xavier!” The door pounds, making him startle. He stumbles a little, gripping hold of a broad, strong shoulder to keep himself upright. His heart launches up into his throat as he looks up back over his shoulder. The door pounds again, harder. “Xavier—fucking—get out here, asshole.”

“Boyfriend?”

His head snaps back forward and suddenly those glossy, beautiful eyes have gone completely flat. The set of his mouth is a scowl that would be cute if it wasn’t absolutely aimed poisonously at him. Xavier takes a step back, raising his hands in surrender.

“No! No—” The door pounds harder.

“Right.”

“No, I swear—promise—”

Xavier’s shocked at how strong he is, maneuvering around his much taller body with ease. They bump shoulders—or rather, his shoulder bumps Xavier’s ribs, because of the height difference. Shouldn’t be that shocked, considering how, even short he was clearly muscular. Had been one of the things that made Xavier wander toward him at the end of the bar, offer to buy a drink. Flirted really badly and then lead all the way here. Was supposed to maybe go further but—

The bathroom door snaps open. Lark stands there, arms folded over his chest, chin tilted down. He steps back slightly at the stormy exit of the curly haired, very good kisser that Xavier had just been with in the bathroom. He slips out himself, reaching and snagging his wrist. Truly is soft, his brain supplies, even though this is the absolute worst way this could have gone.

“I didn’t catch your name,” Xavier tries to say until he’s shaken off with a sneer and a curl of a lip.

“Didn’t give it, did I?”

The bar music drowns out what might be a following insult and then curly hair disappears into a throng of people. He hadn’t seemed to like the crowd. He’d seemed to want to get away from it. Xavier stands there, feeling suddenly very sober. Someone angles for the bathroom around him, shoving their way into it. He looks to Lark with big, furious eyes.

“Don’t look at me like that, dude. We open tomorrow.” Lark checks his watch and then rolls his eyes up to the ceiling. “In four fucking hours.”

—

And they do open tomorrow—or four fucking hours later.

Lark slips the CLOSED sign to OPEN on the door to the cafe. Pale morning sunlight filters in through the windows, making his skin feel warm and lazy. Xavier yanks his green apron tighter around his waist and then digs the heels of his palms into his aching eyes. Both of them had gotten three hours—if that. And Lark had been giving him the silent treatment the entire time, which made it hard for Xavier to distract himself.

Even work barely distracts him; shitty morning rush with corporate assholes who snap about black coffee, or corporate assholes who look like they’d rather their black coffee be poisoned. The pretty doctor that makes both Lark and Xavier stumble around their words and always orders a pastry, warmed. The college kid rush that has girls giggling and attempting to flirt with Lark at the end of the mobile pick up. Nothing really gets Xavier out of the funk.

He’d been too embarrassed to argue that morning as Lark had stomped around their apartment, getting ready. Xavier had brushed his teeth in silence, drank orange juice and not even complained about the terrible mixture of mint and citrus. He ate a poptart in silence, glaring at the crumbs that got all over his shirt. Because, truthfully, a part of his brain was still lingering in that shitty bar bathroom.

Should of got his name first, he thinks to himself in the mid afternoon lull. He leans against the counter with his hip cocked, playing with the ties on his apron. Tightening it again and then loosening it, tightening it with a snap. Should of got a number.

“Swap with me,” Lark hisses into his ear, making Xavier jump, nearly knock their illegal tip jar off the counter. They have to stow it anytime the owner is in, because they’re not meant to be taking tips—but fuck managers.

“What?”

“Do the drinks, I want to be cashier.”

“You hate being cashier?” Xavier blinks down at Lark as his room mate best friend combo grabs him by the hips and forcibly swaps them. He begins shoving and Xavier is easy to shove, because he’s lean and Lark is deceptively strong.

“Art Girl is walking down the street and she’s definitely coming in to get a coffee.”

“After you ruined my fucking night?” The entire conversation is had as Lark slowly batters Xavier toward the drink bar. He yanks his visor off and tosses it into the back room. “I liked that guy,” Xavier mourns, watching Lark try and fix his hair in the reflection of the plastic drink menu. The bell on the door rings and both men turn to watch not just the Art Girl that Lark has been love drunk over since she’d popped up a month ago.

An entire stack of cups comes tumbling down when Xavier’s hand accidentally swipes them off the counter. They scatter over the ground around him. He darts straight to the ground to begin picking them up, so maybe he wont have to look at last nights awful hook up in the eye. Lark stares down at him with a piteous look and a roll of his eyes as he walks toward the counter and point of sale. Xavier stays crouched, heart racing up inside his throat.

He slides the cups underneath the counter, because technically, since they’ve even touched the tiles, they should be thrown away.

When he unfolds, he’s doing his best not to look toward the duo at the counter; but he can hear them.

“Usual,” she says to Lark in her pretty voice.

“Name?” he asks, the same he does every single time.

“Hmmmm. I’ll be Jane today.”

This has been going on since she’d first come to the shop, when Lark had made it far too obvious he wanted her name. Xavier couldn’t blame her; she was a willowy, tall woman with high cheek bones and a sharp chin. Big, pretty eyes that she used to make Lark give her continuous discounts. Xavier could tell every time he was putting his employee discount in, the register old fashioned and still beeping. He keeps his back to them, already beginning to fill cups with ice.

“And you?”

“Iced Americano.”

Eugh. Beautiful guy, disgusting taste.

“Name?”

Xavier’s head tilted back slightly, unable to stop himself. It was the first time he was actually trying to get a look again. He regretted it immediately, because instead of looking at Lark, those brown eyes were directly right on him. Xavier couldn’t help but remember how they’d looked, before Lark had ruined it. Deep pools, dark and full. Framed in those pretty, long lashes. Hot and sweet at the same time, searching him, complimented by how hard it had been for Xavier not to keep looking at him.

Then immediately cold when he thought Lark of all fucking people—

“Benji,” he says, eyes still on Xavier. It makes him swallow and turn back to the drinks.

—

“I’m gonna go talk to him.”

They’d picked outside seating. And at some point, Jane, the Art Girl, who was not named Jane, had exited. He still sat there, nursing the drink slowly, a booted foot folded on his knee as he looked down at his phone. Xavier felt odd about how he kept staring at the man’s thumb flick over the touch screen; like, how could a hand be attractive just holding a phone?

“So you’re taking your lunch?”

“Lark, you really suck sometimes.”

It gets him a smile as Lark approaches and yanks Xavier’s visor off. He leans up to run a hand through wild red hair—its gotten far too long. Mullet and wolfish combo that’s tickling his ears too much. Lark seems to fuss a bit more and then goes for the tie on his apron.

“What are you doing?” Lark rolls his eyes and then yanks the ties far too tight, double loops them and knots them off. Xavier wheezes as his sides are smoothed down.

“Trust me—the guys got a look about him. Go get ‘em, tiger.”

It’s warm outside; or maybe Xavier is just warm once he gets outside. The wind blows across his hair, undoing whatever Lark might have done to make it look tamed down. Xavier unconsciously fiddles with the ties on the apron as he approaches the little table Benji sits at. The name feels cute—a little too cute, worryingly maybe fake; a game just like Lark’s girl.

Sitting there, in the sun, he is far too fucking beautiful. He’s worn sunglasses, to block out the overwhelmingly yellow rays and they sit a little low on the curve of his nose. He’s not in that cut off tank top anymore—which is almost a shame, because those arms really deserved to see the sun. Instead, its a long sleeve that’s hooked a little over his knuckles. One hand stays wrapped around the iced coffee, the other still holding his phone. Xavier’s stomach feels awful and warm at the same time.

When his silhouette blots out the sun enough for Benji to notice, he finally looks up.

The sunglasses notch down just a little further so he can look at Xavier from over top of them. He feels instantly like he should turn around and go back inside. Much more confident in the bars low lighting, with drinks in him, giving him a terrible ‘oh, my hands are so much bigger than yours, haha’ line. Much more confident, too, before he’d gotten that severely cold look. His hand keeps fucking with the apron ties.

“Alright, mate?”

“With what?” He asks, blinking. It makes Benji laugh immediately and instead of that big snort he’d gotten from him a few times last night, its a real laugh. He almost looks shocked by it himself, like maybe he hadn’t meant to give Xavier one; but how fucking nice was it to hear that laugh. Makes Xavier’s mouth go wide and toothy in his smile as he stands by the table.

Benji’s eyes rove over him as he slides the sunglasses off. Maybe Lark had been right about tying the apron so hard, because he seems oddly fixed on his torso for a moment.

“Lark’s not my boyfriend,” Xavier says awkwardly after the short moment of silence. “He’s my room mate. And, unfortunately, my team lead.” He jerks a thumb through the window at the man who leans across the counter staring at them. Lark lifts a hand in a lazy wave that Benji returns.

“Single, then?” Benji asks, with his own grin. It’s not nearly the same wide split as Xavier’s, but theres a soft hint of white teeth. He looks good smiling; which Xavier wants to tell him, but he suddenly feels so fucking bashful in the daylight, outside, in his work apron.

“I know, like, what a shocker, right?” He pulls out the metal chair Art Girl Jane had been sitting at and slowly lets himself sit down. Benji seems to adjust slightly, slinging an arm around the back of the chair, hand releasing the drink he’d already finished. Ice had melted, indicating that it had been finished for a long time. “I’m a total catch and it’s a shame no one’s caught me up yet.”

He reaches out the cup and tilts it toward himself. BENJI is written on it in black sharpie, Lark’s tight scrawl on the clear plastic.

“Benji,” he says out loud and likes the way the name sounds on his own tongue. “Mind if I take my lunch with you?” He feels a booted foot softly land on his thigh and fights to look down at it. Maintain eye contact with those gorgeous fucking eyes.

“Won’t be the worst thirty minutes of my life, I suppose,” Benji drawls.

—

It’s actually closer to forty, which is incredibly generous of Lark. At the thirty ninth minute, however, he comes to stand at the glass and stare at Xavier so hard that he has to clear his throat and shove the chair away from the table. Coming, Dad, he thinks bitterly as he stands.

“Worse than a boyfriend, yeah?” Benji laughs—gives him another one of those real laughs that he’d been angling for. He leans forward then, hand outstretched. Xavier stands still as he watches that dark brown hand fish into his apron. His entire body feels overheated, but it’s quick—and Benji pulls back with a sharpie in his hand. “C’mere.”

Xavier steps closer, around the curve of the table. Benji’s hand wraps around his wrist. They’d kissed—a lot. In a shit bar bathroom, tongues rolling together, chest to chest. Xavier had held his face and stared at him for far too long—could have stared for longer. But for some reason, that little touch made goose bumps erupt over his skin. He swallows and watches the cap tuck into Benji’s teeth. He yanks it and then pulls Xavier’s arm closer.

A phone number gets written onto his forearm—probably bigger than it needs to be. His eyes flick from the black writing on his pale, freckled arm to Benji slowly capping the sharpie. As he stands, he tucks it back into Xavier’s apron, and then pats the spot gently. It makes Xavier jump a little and then laugh. He catches Benji’s wrist then, holds it, with looped fingers. Xavier’s thumb brushes his pulse; enjoys feeling that soft skin there so fucking much.

“You are—wow.”

“You’re probably late on your break,” is how Benji replies, sliding by him. “Can call me when you get off?”

“Oh.” Xavier yanks at the tie of his apron, feeling far too constricted, grinning lopsided again. “Oh, definitely. For sure. Absolutely.” He has to watch Benji walk away then. His jeans fit too snug around his thighs and Xavier has to lean his head back and look up at the soft, pale sky instead of lingering on that vision.

Back inside, Lark is holding the cups he’d technically soiled by letting them touch the tiles they religiously clean every night.

“Did you get her name?”

“What?”

He shoves the cups into Xavier’s hands. It makes him look down at the phone number on his arm again; a sensation far too similar to butterflies, like he’s a teenager again, explode up inside his stomach.

“You didn’t even ask him for his friends name? Knowing I’ve been trying to get her to give it to me for a month?”

Xavier lines up and tosses the cups into the trash can in the back room, like throwing a basketball. They go wide and scatter again, making his shoulders drop.

“That’s what you get for interrupting me last night,” he quips loudly as Lark returns to the cash register for a customer.

#writing #hj #coffee shop au #bp #xw #bp x xw #lt

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