#I just. I just. I just. I'm not fucking crazy. I know you don't think I'm crazy. but I still feel like I Have to prove it.

[prael]

Day 3: Reciprocation

Itzy Yeji x male reader smut

words: 6,714 12 Days of Praelmas Masterlist

If there's one thing you've learned dealing with the rich, the famous and the devious, it's that there's always a deal to be made.

-

"Not often that I see a girl like you in a place like this."

"Well, you're an incredibly difficult man to track down."

It's the girl who's supposed to be on the main page of your site starting tomorrow morning. You gesture for Yeji to sit by your side, and while there are more than enough empty seats around you, she prefers to stand. What is this, a fucking power move?

"Well, you could have just called my office and made yourself an appointment."

It doesn't amuse her. She simply brings her hands up to rest on her hips as she looks at you.

"Look, let's get to the point. You can't post the article." There is something rather endearing in watching how she talks to you. Her hips are cocked and her face bears a look of determination, but she lacks confidence. You're not sure she even believes herself. Maybe she's just hoping that you'll cave.

You meet her eyes and hold her gaze for a few moments, searching for a crack in her armour. It's hard to say for certain when the only lighting in this club is what little neon they have on display, but there seems to be something else hiding behind her stare. A nervous energy, perhaps. So, you correct her, "I can post the article."

"Look— I, I have money." She takes a single stride towards you, with her long slender legs of which only part of her thigh is covered by the bottom of her dress. That thing clings to them like it does every other inch of her body. One hell of a figure.

"I'm well aware."

"Okay then, how much money will it take for you to drop the article?"

"Money doesn't compare to an article like this one—you know that. Come on," you lean forward a bit. "You should be smarter than that."

"How much?!" Yeji says again. There's an edge to her voice now and a stern look in her eyes. She must feel that you're not taking her seriously—honestly, you aren't. You can't count the number of times an agency has tried to block an article by simply throwing money your way. The novelty has worn off. 

"Listen, Miss Hwang, I appreciate the effort you have gone through to manufacture a meeting with me, however, just like I told your PR team, I'm not for sale. Should you want to avoid this sort of thing, then I'd recommend being a little more discreet the next time you want to fuck around." You glance at the door leading out. The exit sign above is blinking erratically, but it serves its intended purpose nonetheless. "I'll see you in tomorrow morning's news."

"No."

"No?" You raise an eyebrow. She may be a star and she may make people go crazy in more ways than one, but if you've learned something about yourself over the years, it's that you aren't as easily swayed by beauty alone, nor impressed by fame.

Yeji remains silent, her eyes looking down to the table in front of you and your mind instantly starts conjuring up scenarios where the girl goes into a screaming fit or starts throwing a tantrum until security drags her sorry ass out the door.

Her head snaps up again. "Fine." Yeji turns sideways and steps around the small table. It becomes apparent that she plans on sitting by your side, after all. She isn't exactly looking at you as she plops herself onto the cushioned bench. "You said 'next time', right?" She begins quietly.

In spite of yourself, a smile appears on your face when you see the wheels turn inside of Yeji's head. "I don't think I understand."

"Yes, you do," Yeji replies dryly. And with the certainty now back in her voice, it appears you've misjudged her.

When you remain silent for a few moments, Yeji eventually gives in and takes a quick, inconspicuous breath before looking up again. Her face is but inches from your own. "Have sex with me tonight."

It takes effort not to burst into laughter in response to such an absurd offer, and as a result, the amusement is probably pretty damn clear in the tone of your reply. "You're cute."

"I'm serious."

You look the girl in the eyes once more, leaning backwards. "You know how much trouble you could get into for trying something like this, right?"

Yeji's jaw clenches momentarily. "Yeah."

You gaze down along her body again. The skin on her thighs seems smooth and silky; definitely worth a closer inspection, and you would be lying if you said the knowledge of her dirty hook-ups didn't have your mind wondering about all the ways she might be willing to work her body in an attempt to sway you. You wonder if she likes it rough; likes having someone grab hold of those black locks of hers and yank her head back. Likes having a cock slammed down her throat. Your thoughts quickly go into a tailspin which has you imagining Yeji crawling towards you dressed up in nothing but skimpy lingerie, a hungry smile plastered across her face and a yearning desire to find out what sort of mess you could turn her into.

"So," you begin quietly. "I don't release an article about the K-pop star who keeps sneaking out into hotels to get herself fucked—and in exchange, I get to sleep with the K-pop star who keeps sneaking out into hotels to get herself fucked. Do I have that right?"

You see the embarrassment cross Yeji's features briefly, yet she still manages to bite out her reply with certainty: "Yes."

For some reason, even though she's been found out and forced into making such an absurd deal, she refuses to lower her gaze away from yours, almost daring you to judge her. You've seen her music videos online—goddamnit, everyone has—and she's sexy as hell. No one would deny that, and she looks stunning in that black dress of hers. It really compliments her figure. Legs go on for days, a toned physique and looking down the front of her dress as she leans into you, a pretty little pair of tits hidden somewhere in there as well.

"I've been propositioned before, you know, but usually that's to get their face on the front page, not off it." You cock your head at her. "How badly do you want this dropped, anyway?"

"What are you trying to say?"

You lean back slowly, deliberately, resting your shoulders against the seat as you feel Yeji's eyes study your every move. Despite the terrible lighting, you can tell she's biting her lip nervously. She's so close that the scent coming off her fills the air around you. It's a pleasant smell. One you wouldn't mind having all over your bed.

"I'll be blunt." Your eyes fall to her chest and you take note of how Yeji squirms under your stare. A tiny smile appears on your lips. "I'd love to fuck you. Hell, anyone in their right mind would love to fuck you. You're a very attractive girl, after all." You nod in her direction. "So, that part will happen if I agree to this deal of yours, however, there's one thing you haven't accounted for."

Yeji meets your stare. Her voice is low, yet resolute. "Which is?"

"You have no idea of whether or not I'm actually going to uphold my end of the bargain."

She pauses in silence and then moves her hand across the table, scooping up your drink and raising it to her full lips. As she knocks back the remainder, the way her slender neck stretches makes you wish you could wrap your hands around it.

The glass hits the table and Yeji licks her lips softly. The sight has you licking your own and for just a second, the both of you simply gaze at each other in silence, almost sizing each other up. Yeji finally shifts closer to you until she's right by your side. Her breasts press up against your shoulder and you feel her warmth on your arm.

One of her delicate hands lands gently in your lap and slides upwards onto your thigh where she starts to draw small circles with her fingertips. You wonder if she notices the slight hitch in your breath as she touches you. "We can go to your office. Sign a document. Legally binding. Non-disclosure. And agree to write a favourable piece about me. You can send out the request to your best columnist there and then. And then you can take me right there." Her words come out in soft whispers and her eyes dart over your face, trying to read your reaction.

Yeji is young and beautiful and she's clearly horny enough to get herself into this kind of mess. It doesn't come as too much of a surprise to you, then, when you feel a delicate fingertip trace over your crotch. "Take you?"

"On your desk. Over your desk," she elaborates shamelessly and with a hint of cheek in her voice. There's a smug expression on her face. She's enjoying herself but also relieved to be getting through to you. "However you want me."

"So, it's an exchange? A dirty deal done in the darkness?"

Yeji smirks. "I prefer to call it reciprocation."

-

Friday night in the office and it still has the passive hum of life, though not much of it. Cutting through the air is the loud clack of Yeji's high heels as she follows you silently past empty room after empty room. The interns putting in the long hours are all on the lower floors, giving you just enough discretion.

You glance back briefly at her before rounding the corner. Just like you had imagined, she seems rather timid now. Head held slightly down and glancing around the place, almost like she's embarrassed to be here with you.

Finally, you reach your private office near the far wall of the floor and wave Yeji inside. As you step up to your desk and turn, Yeji closes the door behind herself and watches you intently. The soft light in here gives you a much better opportunity to appreciate her.

"Come." You gesture her over while simultaneously logging into your PC.

It only takes a few simple clicks to bring up a basic confidentiality agreement which you proceed to edit. "As requested," you begin. "This agreement prohibits me from writing anything related to your numerous encounters with nameless men and women in various hotels throughout Seoul. Failure to abide by these terms enables you to take legal action against me and my firm to any extent deemed necessary."

She places her palms on the desk as you turn the monitor to show her. She reads it. You read here. Leaning forward has the front of her dress hang open a bit further. It's the first glance you get of her red bra underneath and the swell of her chest, just big enough for handfuls. She sees your wandering eyes, yet continues to scan the terms of the contract. It makes you curious if the idea of being looked at like some cheap slut turns her on. Maybe you should try referring to her as such. Would she object? Or encourage?

Yeji nods in approval and you click 'print'. She looks past you, watching it emerge from the machine.

"That's all we need," you say, never looking away from her. There's something mesmerising about her eyes. They're large, they're dark and they tend to draw you in. "Now I can't expose your whorish tendencies."

She looks offended momentarily. "Whorish?"

"Two months. Forty-two hotel visits were recorded. Thirty-five different partners." The chair rolls away as you push it back and stand up, towering over her frame. "Yes, you're fucking whorish, Yeji. Our research was thorough."

"I'm just having fun." She stops leaning on the desk. You both take a step in unison, beginning to round the desk while staring each other down. The moment feels tense. "There's nothing wrong with that."

"Oh, I agree completely."

Another step. Another inch towards each other.

"There's no shame in being a bit of a slut. An incredibly beautiful slut."

A third.

You're face to face. Those heels make her almost as tall as you, and you glance at Yeji's lips as the tip of her tongue suddenly darts out over them. The only sound between the two of you is your shared breathing. Yeji tilts her head back slightly and gazes into your eyes, waiting expectantly for you to act upon your desire. Waiting for you to throw her onto the desk and fuck the living shit out of her, just as she asked for.

You wait.

Her lower lip disappears beneath the bite of her teeth.

Wait.

A sudden flush rises up onto Yeji's cheeks, undoubtedly born from her frustration, but you don't miss the excitement hiding within it either. Then, Yeji takes another step forward, one which has you taking hold of her waist, pushing yourself hard up against her body.

Almost instantly, the pair of you go from hesitant to frantic, moving without a single word being spoken between either of you.

Your mouths meet in an open-mouthed kiss of heat, passion and impatience. There's a gasp coming from somewhere, a mixture of a moan as the two of you collide. It takes more willpower than expected not to shove your tongue down Yeji's throat as you feel hers slide against yours in an instant. Fingernails dig into your neck; not hard enough to leave marks, yet not soft enough to be mistaken as anything else than a woman showing what she wants. It's exactly what you wanted to do when you first saw her tonight.

She bites on your lip, sucks on it and goes straight back in. You grab hold of her tightly and shuffle her backwards towards the desk. You can barely restrain yourself. A groan rises up in the depths of your stomach when Yeji parts her legs slightly, welcoming your body in between them.

Every part of you tells you to bend her over and start hammering yourself into her, yet there's still one last detail you must attend to. You break free of Yeji's grasp and shove her roughly down onto your desk.

Her hair fans out around her head and her gaze looks darker somehow, more lustrous under this light. You follow her shape, down, over the bumps of her breasts, the dip of her waist, the curve of her hips and then to the hem of her dress, where bare thigh begins again. She shudders under the weight of your stare. Legs falling apart, invitingly.

You feel Yeji tremble under your tender touch as you run your hand up the outside of her thigh and push up the fabric of her dress. The tips of your fingers bump along the rim of her underwear before reaching her hip where you trace shapes absentmindedly. She's smooth and silky everywhere.

"What is it?" Yeji asks breathlessly when you don't move for a few moments. Your attention remains firmly locked on that final detail. The thin lace material covering her cunt.

You look her dead in the eyes and curl your fingers around it. "Just wondering how many different people have had you like this."

The red lace is pulled aside. Yeji stares at you, seemingly taken aback by your bluntness as you lean down a little further and angle her leg to the side, letting cool air hit every inch of her bare sex. And it's a lovely sight, all things considered. Neat, trimmed and glistening wet. Your hand moves across her thigh to hold her in place. "Usually I'm on top," Yeji replies, finally regaining her confidence.

"You'd rather be riding me, huh?"

"Yes." Yeji's answer comes immediately. Your cock is stiffening already at the mere thought of having her small body bouncing in your lap as she rides your length like a bitch in heat.

She runs her own hands up her slender frame, feeling up the sides of her own waist, skirting around those perky tits and letting out the smallest whimper of anticipation as she caresses the side of her neck. Her eyelashes flutter with desire. It seems the girl enjoys being admired just as much as you enjoy admiring.

"Don't worry, you'll get to ride it soon enough." Slowly, you drag your middle finger up between her folds, making sure you put enough pressure down against the sweet little bud of nerves to make her arch her back at the sensation. A deep inhale catches itself in the back of Yeji's throat when you sink your fingertip inside of her, only for it to turn into a disappointed sigh when you withdraw.

She bites her lip in embarrassment, no doubt mortified that she couldn't keep quiet at such a simple action, although that doesn't stop you from repeating the movement, applying more pressure and then sinking further into her. This time you withdraw and then taste your finger curiously. If the sweet scent wafting off her wasn't enough indication, she tastes as good as she looks.

"How are you so wet already?" you ask. "All from thinking about getting railed over my desk, hmm?" You ask teasingly, lowering your mouth down closer to her pussy and holding your breath for a moment. You can feel the warmth coming off her.

"It's exciting."

"What, fucking a stranger?"

"Yes," Yeji says bluntly. She wets her lips. "There's nothing quite like giving yourself up to someone completely random."

Your hand slides down her calf and gently pulls off her heel. As soon as it hits the ground, it's replaced with a slow and tender kiss on the inside of her ankle. The skin is just as smooth and supple as the rest of her. From here you have a much better view of how her delicate little flower pulses in longing.

Your head dips and you suck hard on Yeji's inner thigh. You delight in the surprised yelp leaving her mouth as you rake your teeth over her soft skin, pulling at it before letting go. It leaves behind a lovely purple bruise which you blow cold air over, soothing the irritated skin. It makes you smile, knowing that mark will remain for a week, to be seen by whoever she fucks next.

"Do you get excited thinking about having me join the list of cocks pounding away at you?"

Without allowing Yeji time to think, your tongue finds her clit and starts drawing shapes around it. "Yes!" You hear her hiss. Your left arm reaches under her thigh and keeps her pinned down to the table while your right does the same, only giving your tongue freedom to dance over her wet cunt.

You sample her thoroughly, getting her used to the feeling of your warm tongue running over every part of her. You apply more pressure to your work once you notice Yeji bucking her hips upwards to grind against your mouth.

"Oh shit." Yeji is panting heavily now, gasping for breath whenever you pay special attention to her clit. Her thighs quiver every so often, tensing around your head. "Don't—don't stop."

Yeji has the nicest legs you've ever laid eyes on. The way they wrap tightly around your head, squeezing the air out of you when you suck down on her swollen clit, it feels heavenly.

Suddenly, Yeji's hips thrust forward, throwing your rhythm off momentarily.

"Mmm, oh—fuck," she whimpers as you feel her body shake and quiver underneath your touch. Your pace doesn't slacken even once throughout.

"Fuck," Yeji whines louder this time. "Fuck, I'm gonna cum."

Already?

You put more pressure on her hips, keeping them pinned down as best as possible, whilst your tongue attacks her with fervent desperation, spurred on by Yeji's declaration. As the seconds pass by, Yeji becomes more vocal, though not with her words—with her actions. Her breathing picks up noticeably. Soon it becomes short and ragged. Her chest heaves. Her fingers claw into the surface below her. Her spine curves beautifully and her lips hang open wide, allowing loud cries to escape her.

She practically sings out for you as her nails scratch at your desk, looking for something to hold on to, something to ground her. Her whole body tenses up for several moments.

Then it happens.

Her mouth opens up wide yet no sound comes out, her back arches almost unnaturally and her juices coat your chin. The silence hangs in the air, heavy, palpable as her walls contract in ecstasy. Then it's finally broken with a loud snap. One of her fake nails pops off and flies across the room as she grips too hard on the edge of the desk.

Then she moans. Guttural, wanton, unrestrained, absolutely filthy. It fills the room, reverberating back to you in a delicious chorus of hedonism and pleasure. She lies there limp with her eyes shut. Her mouth open. Panting heavily. Basking in the glow.

"So easily?" you ask quietly. Yeji takes a deep breath, trying to steady her heart rate. Your hands leave her hips, caressing her trembling flesh, sliding upwards, running up her dress and over the curve of her waist until you reach her shoulders. You tug the straps down the length of her arms and lean closer, pushing the soft material down to reveal the top of her matching red lingerie. Your hand cups the back of her head. She instinctively knows to lift it.

You lower your lips down to her collarbone as you reach behind her to unzip her dress. The sensation of your kisses against her neck draws another moan out of Yeji. A quiet one this time, however. Gentle. Contended.

You kiss upwards, planting several against the underside of her jaw and the corners of her lips. "I can't stop myself," she whispers, opening her eyes just in time for you to press your lips against hers, tasting the lingering sweetness in your mouth. She smiles.

"Let's get you out of that dress," you say and she nods in agreement. "Up," you order softly and Yeji complies, lifting herself high enough for you to pull the material down her waist and over the length of her thighs. It falls to the ground in a heap at her feet. All that remains is the expensive-looking red underwear set she chose for this occasion.

The two of you exchange looks. She bites her lip. She can see the burning lust raging within your eyes. You don't care if it gives the game away.

There's an absolutely wicked smile that draws across her lips as you start to unbutton your shirt. Her voice is all sultry seduction when she says, "I've been meaning to ask you, are you always swayed so easily?"

"Honestly? Not really," you respond calmly, watching how her eyes eagerly take in your torso as you shrug off your clothing. "Maybe there is something about you that's just..." you trail off, unsure of how to end the sentence.

Yeji sits up on the edge of the desk and throws her arms around your neck, dragging you in closer so that your bodies connect. You feel her lips press against your chest in soft kisses. A finger trails over your abdomen, drawing patterns over your skin before moving downwards. "Yes?"

"Different." Your belt is quickly undone and dropped alongside her dress. Nimble fingers begin unbuttoning your trousers. You run your hands through her hair, appreciating how silky it feels running through your fingers.

Yeji has her gaze focused between your bodies, on her hands as they push your jeans down to the floor and you notice the change in her breathing the moment she wraps her hand around your cock.

She kisses her way up to your neck where her lips tickle your skin as she mumbles: "In a good way?"

Yeji presses the flat of her palm against the base of your erection, rubbing slowly. Your head tilts backwards slightly and you allow yourself a low groan. There's a warm puff of air as she giggles quietly against your neck.

"In a great way," you answer.

"Good," she purrs, suddenly tightening her grip on you and giving you several deliberate strokes. You watch intently as Yeji runs her thumb over the tip of your dick, circling it a few times before continuing with her motions. She leans closer, wrapping her legs around your body and placing her mouth by your ear. "I know what I said earlier about loving to ride a cock and all that," her voice is filled with lust. Pure, unbridled desire. "But honestly? I'd do just about anything right now to have you fuck me against this desk."

And that does it for you.

All semblance of control vanishes entirely in a heartbeat.

You drag her from her perch, only to turn her around and push her right back against the desk. Yeji bends over the edge and places both her palms flat atop it. You watch her toned legs move apart as she spreads them invitingly. Your hand reaches out to rest on her ass.

Soft. Round. Supple. Just begging to be fucked. Your dick rests comfortably between her cheeks, which are covered by the flimsiest piece of lace you've ever seen. The pair of you groan together in anticipation at the sensation of feeling each other so intimately. The anticipation of what is soon to come.

"You want me to fuck you, huh?" you ask.

Yeji turns her head to look at you, dark strands of black hair hanging before her beautiful, desperate eyes. "Please."

She waits expectantly as you move back just enough to hook your fingers into her underwear and pull them down slowly, revealing the pretty little cunt you had tasted earlier. The desk is ever so slightly too tall for her, and her long legs stretch to rest on her tiptoes.

You run your hand down between Yeji's pert cheeks, delighting in the gasp of relief leaving her mouth as you cup her heat. Your fingers slip through her slick, coating themselves with her natural arousal before one sinks inside effortlessly. You push it deep, drawing a content sigh from her lips as your digit bottoms out.

A second follows shortly after and she clenches hard around the pair of them.

"Your cock," Yeji demands. You curl your fingers inside of her, delighted by how she struggles to speak when you graze her weak spots. "Want it..."

"But this is fun," you state simply, continuing to explore every inch of her, learning which places cause the biggest reactions and relishing in her quiet hums of satisfaction every time you stimulate them. You'd be lying if you said it didn't make your cock pulse with the need to be inside her. That warm wetness wrapped snugly around your fingers would feel downright amazing around you.

Yeji wriggles her body, pressing her ass against you and whimpering as your digits push inside again. "Please... your cock." Your eyes drop from the beauty bent over in front of you and focus instead on the sight of your fingers disappearing repeatedly between those gorgeous legs. How her muscles clench and her toes curl against the carpet with each and every motion of your digits inside her. She looks ready. She feels ready.

"Well, seeing as you're asking so nicely—"

You slip your fingers out. The whine of loss from Yeji barely has time to fade as you grab hold of her ass with both hands, spread it out, line yourself up with her cunt and sink inside without hesitation. Fuck it. Why go slow?

"Oh god," Yeji moans as your hips meet. Her knuckles turn white as she claws at the surface of the desk in an effort to cope with the feeling of fullness that she's clearly experiencing right now. Her eyes widen and she bites hard into the back of her lip as her cunt stretches around you, accommodating you perfectly. She exhales deeply.

It's all worth it—the workplace compromise. This moment right here where your thick cock rests deep inside of Hwang Yeji's warm, wet cunt. Finally. And holy fucking hell—it's everything you could've ever asked for.

"I knew you'd feel so fucking good," you murmur, trailing your hands up Yeji's slender figure, feeling her back tense slightly when she lets out a small moan of agreement. Your fingers tangle into her long hair, wrap it around your fist, give a harsh tug to pull her head backwards, earning a sharp intake of air—and then you start rutting your hips into hers. Long, forceful strokes fill the air with repeated claps of skin slapping against skin.

The choked moans which tumble from Yeji's lips are music to your ears, encouraging you to keep her pinned down against your desk with a strong hand on the small of her back. Your fingertips press into her flawless skin hard enough to bruise, yet neither of you cares—not when there are far more important matters to attend to. Namely, pounding Yeji's brains out and filling her tight little pussy with ropes of hot cum.

So, you pick up your pace, quickening the tempo and making sure each thrust of your hips goes harder than the previous. Her mouth hangs open in a silent scream with each movement of your body against hers. Every slap of your hips against her ass elicits a reaction.

You're already addicted to her. Everything about Yeji makes you want to hold nothing back, and as you pull yourself out only to slam back inside her depths, you can't help but notice the absolute debauchery dripping from her words when she begs: "Harder. Fuck me harder."

And who are you to refuse her request? She looks incredible anyway, but seeing her eyes screw shut in bliss while a strand of saliva escapes past her open mouth? Nothing would convince you to let up now.

The constant clatter of objects rattling and shifting across the surface of your desk adds a nice soundtrack to the experience. So do the increasingly frequent moans spilling freely from Yeji's lips, each one higher-pitched than the last. They spur you on. Give you the incentive to chase after her pleasure.

And then you feel the telltale clamping down of her walls around you. Your cock is held tightly in her warmth, refusing to relinquish its grasp on you until you've filled her with cum. Until you've pumped your load deep inside of her wanting cunt. You know it's coming and you adjust accordingly. Forcing yourself to maintain rhythm as you pound her pussy into submission.

You yank on her hair and tug her upwards, forcing her back to crash against your torso. You bring your other hand to her chest, sliding beneath the fabric of her bra to cup at her tit. Her hands desperately search for but fail to find, purchase on the desk. She's helplessly suspended between your grasp and your cock as she cums. Helpless to do anything except take it. Take what she's given.

An indecent series of shrieks and wails erupts from somewhere deep within her chest as Yeji's body seizes up and convulses violently against yours. It sets you off. You bury yourself hilt-deep inside of her and explode. Your vision goes blurry, your toes curl, your jaw clenches shut and your teeth grind painfully together.

It takes everything within you not to collapse forwards on top of the girl you're filling to the brim, instead relying solely on the strength of your grip to stay upright as your cock jerks erratically inside of her, pulsating again and again, releasing stream after stream of creamy spunk deep into her.

As soon as the world stops spinning and the fog starts clearing from your mind, you're met with the sight of Hwang Yeji trying desperately to regain any semblance of control over her own body as well. She's slumped atop your desk, panting heavily, her body twitching occasionally.

You lean down, peppering a gentle trail of kisses down the side of her neck, stopping briefly at the space just below her ear where you whisper, "You look stunning like this."

It takes Yeji several seconds before she manages a reply. She eventually opens her eyes halfway and gives you an exhausted smile. "Like what?"

"Sweaty. Thoroughly used. Filled to the fucking brim."

Your comment draws a faint giggle from her which ends abruptly the moment you drag yourself backwards, slipping your softening cock out of her cunt along with the rush of semen that spills from her and trickles onto your desk.

"Oh god," Yeji mutters as the mess slips from between her legs. She pushes herself up from her prone position and lifts herself off your table, leaving behind a lovely sticky patch where her crotch had rested. You stumble towards your chair and plop down on it, resting your back against the cool leather whilst admiring Yeji's flushed features.

"I still haven't gotten to ride your cock yet."

"I don't know if I—"

Yeji drops to her knees in front of you and grabs the base of your shaft without a second thought, squeezing it lightly and causing it to stiffen slightly. "Well I do," she declares.

She leans closer.

You catch sight of your reflection in her dark brown eyes just before Yeji extends her tongue, running it carefully over the sensitive skin of your cock before planting a wet kiss against the tip. Then she does it again. And again. The movements become a pattern until, suddenly, you're enveloped by the heat of Yeji's mouth.

"Ah," you gasp as she takes you. So sensitive to the touch of her tongue as it swirls around you. She hums approvingly at your reaction and slides deeper, taking your semi-erect cock further into her mouth as she continues to suck you off. Her head bobs slowly up and down, gradually coaxing you back to life until she slips you out from between her lips with a pop.

"That got you hard fast enough." Yeji grins. She stands up straight, and then your jaw falls open slightly at the sight of Yeji reaching behind her back to unclasp her bra. It falls to the ground in slow motion. Delicate pale skin stretches beautifully over perky breasts topped with cute pink nipples. God damn.

Yeji straddles your lap, trapping your body underneath hers. It doesn't take much to push you inside. To have her slide down the length of your shaft once again. She sits still for a few seconds, grinding her hips subtly against yours whilst biting on her lower lip. "Fuck, this feels good." She rotates her hips in little circles. "Feel that? I'm still full of your cum."

The pace is slower now. You're content to sit back, listen to the sounds of wet, sloppy sex filling the office air, and watch how her beautiful features contort with pleasure when your cock scrapes against a weak spot. There's something incredibly arousing about having such a famous idol sitting in your lap, fucking herself silly on your dick alone. She uses it like a toy to chase after her own pleasure.

One of her hands laces itself into your hair, tugging on it harshly. You retaliate with equal ferocity by sinking your fingers into Yeji's plump ass. It earns you a wonderful hiss of approval which comes accompanied by a tight squeeze around your shaft as her free hand moves down between your bodies and furiously rubs at her clit.

It's not long before you realise that she's close, and judging by her frantic behaviour, you figure she isn't looking to make it last longer.

Yeji whimpers cutely. Her head falls backwards, exposing her perfect neck. An expanse of unblemished, untouched skin that simply demands to be marked. Claimed. Taken.

And so you lean forwards, place your mouth on the soft skin and start sucking on it, nipping at the supple flesh. You feel her tighten around you instantly.

"Oh god!" She cries out. Yeji tries to bounce in your lap but fails miserably. She's no longer in control of her body. All she can do is quiver, cry out, and gasp in ecstasy as another orgasm surges through her. It's nowhere near as powerful as the previous two. Instead, it's drawn out. Lasting longer and keeping her moaning throughout.

When it's over and done with, you release your hold on her neck. In return, her exhausted head comes to rest against your shoulder. Her hot pants hit your cheek as she lay there limply against your frame.

"Too much?" you tease and Yeji scoffs. You give her a gentle spank and ask, "That's all you've got?"

"Just catching my breath."

She puts action to word immediately and picks herself back up. There's a determination etched all over her face as she brings both arms to rest on your shoulders, locking you in place and supporting herself on top of you. The expression she wears leaves little room for misinterpretation; this one is yours.

Yeji begins riding you again. Slowly at first, letting herself grow accustomed to the sensation of being filled again. Then faster. Harder. Using your cock to fuck herself on. Taking charge once more. You happily allow her to have it. Glad to let the beautiful starlet do whatever the fuck she wants with your body. Relishing the fact that you're balls-deep inside of her and she loves every inch of you.

"I need it," Yeji whines, slamming herself down on top of you again and again, her soft ass smacking against your thighs repeatedly. Her hair billows wildly around her, sticking to her sweaty skin, flying every which way without rhyme or reason, driven mad by her insatiable desire to keep on going. She keeps saying things under her breath, nonsensical at best, unintelligible at worst.

But her efforts get results. As much as you want to prolong the moment forever, your body can only handle so much. Pleasure courses through your veins like electricity, setting alight every nerve ending within your body until finally, you feel that familiar heat rise from somewhere deep within.

Yeji must sense it because she suddenly kicks it up yet another notch, crying out incoherently as she drops down on your shaft once more, twice more—a third time sends you toppling over the edge. You grip her hips tight, digging your fingertips deep into her flesh as your cock pulses powerfully inside of her cunt, painting her walls white.

She drags it out. Uses gravity to force you as deep inside as possible, allowing every single drop to spill inside of her again. Your eyes roll into the back of your skull as you grunt loudly. Any coherent thought becomes impossible as you cum.

Once more, it takes several moments before you come back down from the clouds. When reality sets in again, Yeji is still straddled atop your lap, watching you with an amused grin stretching from ear to ear. You're left with nothing else to do except admire how her flushed cheeks accentuate her gorgeous features even further.

"I know. I know," she says while stroking your cheek. "I'm amazing."

"You're trouble," you correct breathlessly.

She rolls her eyes at your choice of words and then glances downwards. You follow her gaze just in time to see her raise herself off your spent member, allowing several thick strands of cum to dribble from her cunt and onto your leg. You both share a brief laugh at how filthy it looks before Yeji clambers off you and steps away, leaving you completely bare whilst she reaches down to retrieve her panties.

"No," you blurt out immediately. Your interjection catches her attention and she halts mid-motion, quirking an eyebrow curiously.

"No?"

"You can leave them."

She gives you a knowing look but acquiesces anyway, stepping aside and grabbing her dress instead. "Disgusting," she winks with a coy smirk.

[kooqitas]

𝓽𝓱𝓪𝓷𝓴 𝓾, 𝓼𝓪𝓷𝓽𝓪 𝓬𝓵𝓪𝓾𝓼

#pairing: santaclaus!scoups x reader ♡ smut [18+ mdni], pwp #warnings:ok, maybe i went a little over the moral line again but...

[MINORS DNI]

you were never a child who believed in santa claus, consequently you became an adult who didn't teach children about the old man, it was strange, you saw your friends from school having children and getting married and decorating christmas trees and you never understood why they cared so much about something superficial... of course, as the years went by, the act of living alone in another city completely affected the christmas spirit that you no longer had! of course, you're not some kind of grinch, you don't destroy anyone's christmas, you're just not involved in this celebration.

so this is the situation: it's past midnight and you're lying on the couch in your red pajamas while eating wine and a panettone, and yes, that was the height of your christmas spirit! you were watching some random christmas movie, but to be honest, you couldn't even tell the plot since you weren't paying the slightest attention.

you decided to go to the kitchen just to get another bottle of wine.

and that's when things went wrong.

you heard a loud noise as you left the kitchen, followed by a rustling of clothes. oh great, someone would rob your house on christmas day. okay, you're not the biggest fan of the date, but damn, doesn't the thief have a family?

you grabbed a knife, praying he didn't have a gun, but when you got to the kitchen you found only a hot man on your couch- what?

you screamed, he screamed, it was pathetic!

"who the fuck are you? why are you in my house?"

"what do you mean, who am i? santa claus!"

"fucking santa claus, get out of my house now!"

and you pushed the guy out, but when you turned around there he was again on your couch. what the hell was that.

"you know it's not very polite to kick santa claus out of the house, right?"

drunk. you were definitely drunk.

"hey, hey, hey, young lady!" the supposed santa claus yelled at you. "don't turn your back on me."

"dude, fuck you!"

santa rolled his eyes, extending his hand to you and giving you a smile. "you can call me seunghcheol."

"fuck you!"

at that point, you just accepted that you were delirious. santa claus doesn't exist. if he did, he wouldn't be in your house, much less so... hot and young.

"i can read your thoughts, respect me!" seungcheol scolded you, making you roll your eyes and laugh, doubting the telepathic power of the supposed santa claus. "i already understand that you want my dick in you, stop thinking about it!"

"wait. what?"

"damn, you really don't believe that i'm santa claus?" and you definitely denied it. who the fuck would believe that crazy story? "i'm here because someone wrote a letter saying that you needed an unforgettable night of sex."

"fuck, your job pays you so little that you became a prostitute?"

you laughed, and in the next second, santa claus was in his underwear. no, he didn't remove anything, they just disappeared and damn, he was so hot, you really wouldn't mind a night of sex with this crazy guy using inexplicable magical techniques.

"i can still read your mind!" he scolded. "you know what they say about girls who don't behave?"

"that they don't get christmas presents?" you scoffed.

"exactly. but apparently you're an exception, since i'm here today to give you a present... the best one."

"are you going to make me work in your toy factory?"

"no. your toy will be my dick making you dumb."

and the next minute you were on your knees for santa claus, his red underwear making it clear that he liked the present as much as you did.

......

okay guys don't kill me… should i finish it?

[whore4mattsturniolo]

𝑪𝒉𝒓𝒊𝒔 𝑺𝒕𝒖𝒓𝒏𝒊𝒐𝒍𝒐 ♡︎ 𝑼𝒏𝒅𝒆𝒓 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝑫𝒆𝒔𝒌

𝒔𝒖𝒎𝒎𝒂𝒓𝒚: you get bored and mess with chris while he's on stream

𝒘𝒂𝒓𝒏𝒊𝒏𝒈𝒔: SMUTTTTTT, blowjobs, praising, degrading, slapping, semi public sex(?), almost getting caught, reader is obsessed with chris' hands

𝒂/𝒏: my first time ever writing and posting smut !! not all the way proofread cuz i get shy😣 this might not be the best but i definitely had fun writing it so i hope yall enjoy

Chris had been streaming for God knows how long, the only thing illuminating his dark bedroom was the bright screen of his monitor. It was at least 2 in the morning, and you were starting to get bored. Very bored.

There was something about how aggressive Chris got when he gamed. The way his jaw clenched whenever something he got frustrated, the way he cursed and swore, the way he muttered under his breath. It was one of the most attractive parts of him, especially because of how rarely it happened.

As the game continued, you felt a familiar feeling in your stomach, paired with a pooling in between your thighs. You were desperate for any attention, and Chris refused to give it to you.

"What the fuck you doing?" Chris shouted at a random player, his fingers rapidly pressing the buttons of his controller. "Fucking stupid," he cussed under his breath.

Your imagination began to run wild, thinking of what his long, slender fingers could be doing instead as you squeezed your legs together. You were obsessed with him, your body begging for the smallest bit of his attention.

He kept playing the game, kept ignoring you, and your desperation continued to grow. No matter how much you squirmed around, or scrolled aimlessly through your phone, the growing wet spot in your panties was becoming too much. The feeling wouldn't go away.

"Baby," you whined from your spot on the bed, scooting to the edge. But Chris kept ignoring you, his eyes not leaving his monitor, his attention not leaving the stupid video game.

You bite your lip, trying to find a way to get his attention, before a lightbulb goes off in your head.

You get off the bed, crawling on the floor towards Chris' desk, careful not to be seen by the thousands of watchful eyes of the Twitch stream. The cold, wooden floor cools your body down, as you look up at Chris.

He was beautiful. His blue eyes glued to the screen in front of him, his brown hair messy and disheveled under his headphones. His black shirt fit him perfectly, the short sleeves barely covering his biceps. Your eyes trailed down his body, focusing on his gray sweatpants, staring at the visible print of his cock.

You tap his leg, finally breaking his attention from the game. His eyes meet yours, seeing you on your knees by his chair.

"What are you doin' down there, kid?" He asks, looking back up at his monitor.

"I need you so bad baby," you whine. "It's been hours. M'goin' crazy over here."

"Be right back chat," Chris says as him, Matt, and Nick wait in the Fortnite lobby. He mutes his mic, ripping off his headset.

"Y'serious right now? I'm on stream and you're doin' this shit." He grunts.

"Please?" You pout, looking down at his print once again. "I'll be good. Just wanna taste you. You won't have to do anything."

Chris scoffs in disbelief. "Such a fuckin' slut. Beggin' me to suck my cock while I'm on stream. You're beggin' to get caught aren't ya?"

His words only turn you on further, as you nod, looking up with wide eyes.

He sighs, "Get under the desk. Don't make a fuckin' sound. Got it?"

You smile, biting your lip in excitement as you shift under the desk. Clearly Chris was excited about this too, his dick becoming more visible under his sweats. Even through pants, he was still huge, and you felt your mouth watering at the sight.

"Fuckin' Christ," he mutters, putting his headphones back on. "Chat, I'm back. Are we ready?" he continues the game, ignoring the sight of you pulling his sweats down.

Here he is, fully exposed, cock standing upright. His tip is red and angry with beads of precum leaking down his shaft. You look up at him again, spitting your hand before as you began to pump him slowly.

The intoxicating sight was enough to draw a moan from Chris' lips, barely covering the sound with a cough.

"Chris, you alright?" Nick asks through the headset, laughing along with Matt at the violent sound.

"M'good, man," Chris attempts to compose himself. "Water went down the wrong fuckin' pipe."

His breath hitches as he feels your hand on his dick, growing flushed as he continues to play. He knew the next noise he made would be a groan, so he kept quiet.

A shiver runs down Chris' spine as you continue to tease him, taking advantage of the fact that he had to stay quiet.

Taking your hand off his dick, you gathered spit from your mouth, continuing to pump his length with quickness. The sight garnered another groan from Chris.

You smirked, rubbing your thumb over his sensitive, throbbing tip, dripping with precum and saliva, his body involuntarily shivering. Getting too cocky, you were met with a light slap to the cheek, Chris looking down at you warningly.

You knew what he wanted, and you were eager to give it to him. You take him into your mouth, feeling each vein as his cock made its way down your throat. Hollowing your cheeks, you move your head up and down at a medium pace, swirling your tongue around his shaft

"Fuck!" Chris grunted, fumbling to turn the music up in an attempt to drown out his moans.

His gameplay was worsening, his hands shaking as he gripped the controller tightly. His knuckles were turning white while he ignored the sinful view under him.

You bob your head up and down quickly, saliva dripping down your chin as tears pricked your eyes. Chris suddenly bucked his hips up into your mouth, making you gag.

"Chris, what the fuck is that sound?" Nick's voice rang in Chris' ears through his headset.

"Uh, I dunno. I didn't hear anything," Chris lies, looking down into his lap into your wide, tear-filled eyes.

"I'll be back, chat," He turns his camera off. "Drank a shit ton of water today."

Going on mute once again, he slaps your cheek, harder this time. "Fuckin' slut," he spits, gripping your hair into a makeshift ponytail. "Didn't I tell you—fuck—not to make a fuckin' sound?" He sets his own pace, pushing your head down on his achingly hard cock. "Tryna get us fuckin' caught," he says through breathless moans, bucking his hips into your mouth.

"Look at you," he smiles, admiring your red cheeks and puffy eyes, wiping the tear stains on your cheek. "Takin' me so well. Such a good fuckin' girl f'me," he pushes your head down further, your nose grazing his stomach. "That's it—shiit...Just like that...All the way down. Thaaat's a good girl." he finally pulls your head back as you gasp for air. "Shh, s'alright," he pushes you back down. "You can take it...takin' me like a champ."

The obscene sounds of slurping and gagging fills the room behind the loud music and gameplay. Chris has long forgotten about the livestream, his vision going blurry as he throws his head back in his chair, his hands not letting go of their tight grip in your hair while he fucks your face.

"Fuckin' God," Groans leave his parted lips as he continues to thrust his cock down your throat. "Gonna fill up this pretty mouth. You gonna let me do that?" He coos, holding your head up to look at him. "You gonna let me cum down your throat mama?"

You nod frantically, as Chris pushes your head back onto his cock. Your hands make their way around his shaft, stroking him up and down in rotating motions as his cock starts to twitch in your mouth.

"Fuck baby...shiit—" his hips thrust upwards, ropes of warm, sticky cum shooting down your throat. "Swallow it. Swallow that shit—fuck—that's it. Just like that.

Chris comes down from his high, his breath slowing down as his hands let go of your hair. "Open up, let me see."

You stick your tongue out, showing the white, sticky fluid splattered all over your throat and tongue, before swallowing.

"Good shit," he slaps your cheek again playfully. "Good job, princess," you smile at his words, moving from under his desk to back on the bed, as he throws his headset back on, tucking his dick back in his pants.

"I'm back, chat," he smirks, his brothers, and the chat, blissfully unaware of the sinful events that happened just moments prior.

send requests for other fics/drabbles <3 !!

𝒕𝒂𝒈𝒔: @yourmother29 the love of my life 💕

[jazzthatonewriterchick]

Lock Me Down & Throw Away The Key 🔐 (Fiancé!Gojo x Fem!Reader 18+ One Shot)

“Two of me would be cute, dontcha think, baby?”

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Pairing: Gojo Satoru x F!Reader (Engaged to Married Couple)

Synopsis: In which you come home from a bachelorette night with your girls with a particular hyper fixation on being filled up good and bred by your sexy fiancé who is soon to be your husband in just a few short hours...but surely, you can consummate the marriage now, right?

Warnings: Smutty Smut; 18+ (MINORS DNI); Fiancé!Gojo x Reader; Husband!Gojo x Wife!Reader; Alcohol Consumption; Drunk!Reader; Breeding Kink; Pleasure Dom!Gojo x sub!Reader; Daddy Kink; Degradation/Praise; Cunnilingus; Fingering; Spanking; Pussy Drunk!Gojo; Cum Drunk!Reader; No Condom; Multiple Positions; Multiple Os; Creampie; Breeding; L-Bombs; Aftercare

Writer's Note: I was recently listening to Sabrina Carpetender (aka my new obsession) & her song "Juno" awakened something in me. Enjoy! -Jazz

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You’ve been feeling kind of….frisky lately. It’s kind of alarming.

Maybe it’s because you’re about to get married to the hottest man to ever exist.

The fact seemed to hit you like a truck the very moment you came home to your shared apartment, stumbled out of your shared Lyft with your girlfriend, and carried your tipsy self up the complex stairs to the hot, sexy man in question who was waiting for you upstairs.

You know this because you sent the guy about ten different attachments since you left to attend your own bachelorette party that your friends graciously threw for you. It included a wonderful dinner and a night at the club where you were introduced to some very drunk girls in the bathroom who teemed with excitement over your marriage and fruit-flavored vodka shots.

Pineapple. Mango. Sour green apple. Dragonfruit. The more you tasted, the more you drank, the more you sent your man very risque text messages and photos of you in your outfit for tonight's festivities.

He was very pleased, to say the least. He took no time to reply to each one, letting you know that he was thinking about you while you were out celebrating your new title as Ms. Gojo. You couldn't help but scroll through them while being driven home with Shoko falling asleep on your shoulder in the backseat:

You: *One Attachment Sent*

Tarou: You look GORGEOUS Have fun tonight wit the girls babby. 😘😘😘 Be careful. Call if u need me & DON'T TALK TO STRANGERS!!!

You: *Three Attachments Sent*

Tarou: You look so goddamn good in that babe  😩 😩 I'm so lucky wtf!! fuuuuck why aren't u home yet????

You: I'm in the bathroom lol

You: *Two Attachments Sent*

Tarou: U drunk??

Tarou: I like u drunk 🤭

You: 😩😩 You're nastyyyyy

You: why am I marrying you again??

Tarou: You like me nasty tho, don't you, boo? 🥺 That's why we're getting married

These are just some of the less dirty texts your fiancé sent you after you sent him many photos of your pretty face, cleavage, and ass in frame during a bathroom break, including one video of you shaking ass to a Rihanna song. The other ones are so damn lewd that they make you blush:

Tarou: I wish I was there with u, baby. I'd have you up against the wall by now.

Tarou: Babyyyy fuuuuuuck you're driving me fucking crazy. U better not be dancing with no guys

You: Never, Daddy.

Tarou: 👀👀 Daddy?????? Shit you're asking to get that pussy pounded aren't u?

You: Maybe.

Tarou: Get your ass home right now so I can fuck u out of that dress.

Tarou: Get home soon, sweetie. I'll be up when u get back ❤️

This was the last message he sent you that made you realize that it was finally time to get home...mostly because of what he attached to the message. You made the mistake of opening it up on the dance floor and nearly flashed your friends a photo of your fiancé's very pretty, very big, very thick, and uncut dick.

No matter how many times you saw your man's cock, you always seemed to be surprised by how beautiful it is. Your eyes roamed over the vein that trailed from the base to the bulbous, pink tip dripping in pre-cum for you. Gojo's big hand wrapped around the base, covering those heavy balls filled with cum that you desperately wanted.

Even thinking about it now has you hornier than you were at the club. You can hardly wait to get inside and get your hands on him. He may be asleep and you may damn well be out like a light by the time you get in.

But the heartthrob that has replaced your pussy and the wet spot in your lace panties persuade you differently.

You finally stumble over to your door and fish your keys out of your purse, taking about two minutes to focus on getting the right one and holding it in your fingers that don't seem to be listening to you.

Finally, you snag the door key, jab it into the lock, and unlock the door. There stands your beautiful man in a white tee, tight blue boxers, and the Cinnamaroll slippers that you bought him for Christmas as a joke but he still walks around the house in. He stands in the kitchen pouring two glasses of cold water when you enter.

He turns to you, standing in the dim light of the stove light, casting a soft, yellow glow against his handsome face and soft, porcelain skin. He smiles at you and his beauty is almost blinding. “Hey, you," he greets in that voice that makes you melt. “How was girls’ night?”

You silently come into the apartment and shut the door behind you. Your heels, high enough to make you feel sexy but low enough for you to walk and not feel like your feet are about to fall off, click across the floor as you strut towards him.

“You waited up for me.” You toss your purse onto the couch, already forgetting about it and everything else but him. Gojo has that effect on you. He somehow wipes your brain of all responsibilities, people, and things so all of its capacity is focused on him.

Gojo gives you a quizzical look, quirking an eyebrow at you. “Of course, I did. I said I would, didn't I?" You nod, your teeth caught between your bottom lip. "Plus, you know I can’t sleep without you next to me.”

And that sweet sentence is what pushes you to the point of breaking. All of your self-control vanishes and all that is left is buttery, warm arousal that makes your stomach flip and your pussy gush into your panties that have just about had it at this point.

"I figured you'd need this," Gojo chuckles, passing you a glass of water. You smile as you sip the water in thanks, your throat parched from the alcohol and constant dancing. You watch Gojo's Adam's Apple bob in his throat as he gulps down the water, your eyes zeroing in on his neck and imaging your fruity lip gloss coating it in kisses.

Then your eyes catch onto something else: a tiny KAY Jewelry box sitting by your apartment phone in the kitchen. The box that contains your 24k diamond ring with the band engraved with a message from Gojo: Always. Forever. Until the end of never with you, my love.

It is right where you left it tonight, afraid to put it on tonight and lose it. Even more afraid to lose it in your bedroom somewhere. It is a reminder of what you have now. Of who you are now: Gojo's fiancè. His soon-to-be wife. His woman.

Without a word, you lower the glass of water down onto the counter. Gojo notices and questionably stares at you, worry in his crystal blue eyes. You walk over to the box, pluck the ring out, and place it on your ring finger. Where it should be always.

You then turn to Gojo, take a hand, and slowly take his glass, placing it on the table. No distractions.

You finally close the gap between you and give in to your arousal, the alcohol, and Gojo's scent of charcoal body wash and cologne that he religiously sprays on himself after his showers. It is intoxicating. You want to roll yourself in it as you lace your arms around his neck and press your lips to his.

Gojo moans at the contact, pleasantly surprised by the surprise kiss. He kisses you back, pressing himself against you in an effort to be closer to you. You moan back to him in satisfaction and approval as he wraps his long, strong arms around your waist. You're so much tinier than him so he has to slightly bend his knees just to reach you.

His lips are soft and supple, drawing you in with every passing second. How you love these lips...and this body. Your hands indulge in him, cascading down his toned forearms and feeling up his chest. "Mmm," he moans into the kiss, pulling away.

His eyes are glittering with playfulness and adoration, his pillowy-soft lips flushed from the heated makeout. “What’s gotten into you tonight?” he chuckles. “Too much to drink?”

You giggle at his knowing smile. He absolutely knew beforehand that you were drunk judging from the onslaught of sexually-charged attachments you sent him earlier. You shake your head, hoping he can see the need in your eyes. The alcohol only lit a fire in you that only he can put out. “Not enough you,” you correct him.

As soon as the words are out, Gojo's pupils dilate and the air grows thick with sexual tension. His hands leave your waist to slide down your ass, grabbing it much to your enjoyment. "Is that so?" he teasingly asks, smiling at the way your breath hitches when he yanks you to him. You love it when he gets aggressive like that. "The feeling is mutual, babe."

He leans down to sweep your lips up in a kiss as heated and deep as the last one, inviting your lips and tongue on a journey with him that only he can take you on. You share spit with one another, swirling your tongues with each other's in a filthy dance that only you two know. You have to tighten your thighs to keep from possibly leaking onto the kitchen floor.

His strong, magical hands squeeze your ass, massaging the soft globes over your dress, making you weak in the knees. Thank God he is here because you would definitely be a puddle by now, your limbs suddenly made of jelly.

You've been kissing and touching this man for over FIVE YEARS, and yet you still melt like it's the first time you're doing either. You love this man. You adore this man. You want and need this man. "Satoru?" you softly whisper once you pull away from the kiss.

"Mmm-hmm," he hums in acknowledgment, his lips on your neck. You moan at the contact, tossing your head back and letting yourself smile as pleasure ripples across your skin. "You wanna know something?" you ask, your fingers lacing through his stark white locks.

"What's that, baby?" he questions, barely missing a beat as he kisses down your throat, nuzzling his nose into your neck to breathe in your perfume. You place your hands on his gorgeous face to gently pull him away from your neck. He finally stops, his eyes hooded and lips parted. "We officially get married in 24 hours," you whisper, unable to stop the excitement and joy from pooling in your voice.

You watch as Gojo's eyes widen an inch as if the realization just hit him too. His pink lips curl into a smile, flashing you his pearly whites. "We do," he replies, a slight giggle in his voice. "I'll be your husband."

"And I'll be your wife," you add, your thumbs stroking his cheeks. "And you know what your soon-to-be wife wants you to do tonight?" Your man's blue eyes darken, reminding you of the richest Bahamian oceans.

"What does my soon-to-be wife want, baby?" he asks, his voice growing lower and more hushed the hornier he gets. He presses his lips to one of your hands, kissing the inside of your palm. The fire inside of you flares hotter and brighter, desperate to be snuffed by him.

"I want you to fuck me, use me, and breed me by the end of tonight as much as you want. I want you to fill me up so much that all I know is your name and forget mine. I want you to make me yours and only yours." You press a soft yet needy kiss to his lips, gently sucking on his bottom lip and drawing a moan out of him. "That's what I want, 'Tarou," you softly sigh. "Will you please give it to me?"

It is an innate need. A dull ache has grown in your throbbing pussy that can only be soothed by the stretch and stroke of a cock, and then the warm gush of cum. You need to be bred by him. And him alone. You want him to lock you down and throw away the key, keeping you as his forever. You need to be his.

You can hardly believe that those filthy words came out of you. Gojo can't believe it either. He blinks in utter shock at your nasty suggestion, but then quickly, that shock vanishes and all that is left is the hot, sizzling stare of arousal.

"So my baby wants me to knock her up, huh?" he asks, the question so bold and so lewd that you blush. He chuckles, drawing his thumb over your bottom lip. "Well, why the fuck didn'tcha say so, honey? I would've done that to you as soon as you walked in here."

Suddenly, you are lifted off of the ground and placed firmly onto Gojo's waist, your legs and arms wound around him. You squeak at his strength and speed, the low effort it takes for him to lift you up off of your feet like you're a Disney princess and he is the prince who has come to sweep you off to your happily ever after.

A happily ever after that involves multiple orgasms and endless after-sex cuddling, of course.

"Not only are you feenin' for some dick, but also for my babies?" He tuts at you like you're a naughty pet that needs to be disciplined. "That's a shame. But nothing your man can't fix for you."

As the night wanes on in minutes that feel like endless hours, you finally get what you've been craving when you find yourself bent over the couch with your dress hiked up over your ass and Gojo greedily pulling your soddened panties down to your ankles. "Get this shit off," he huffs. "I've been dreamin' about this ass all fuckin' night."

Smack!

"Oh!" The one-syllable word escapes you uncontrollably as Gojo's big hand comes down onto your ass. The sharp sting makes your pussy jump excitedly, especially when your behind begins to sting from the harsh contact. "Does my girl like that?" Gojo teasingly asks. You nod, whimpering.

"Do you want more?" he asks, his voice dripping with want. Again, you nod, and he spanks your ass again. Smack! Smack! The double attack makes your toes curl in your heels and your head spin.

"Damn, look at how wet this pretty pussy is!" Gojo laughs, ogling at the slick that stains your inner thighs. "You were just hoping your drunk ass would come home and I'd do this to you, weren't you?" You can't find the words to answer him.

Impatient, he grabs you and forces you to bend over his lap this time as he sits down on the couch, placing you right over his muscular thighs and hard bulge protruding from his briefs. Smack! "Answer me," he growls, already lifting his hand for another assault on your ass. "Open that mouth up and give me an answer."

"Y-Yes!" you moan, your fingers stretching to grip his toned forearm. "Yes, I wanted this! I wanted you s-so bad, 'Tarou! All night long." And you did. You could only think about him at the club, wanting him so badly to be there to dance on and grind with under the lights.

"I would've been right there with you, baby," he sighs, stopping the assaults on your ass to grope, squeeze, and massage it. "Would've fucked you right there on the floor in this slutty little dress." He leans over to press wet kisses to your ass, soothing the stinging sensation coating your asscheeks.

You moan and whine at his kisses, unable to stop yourself from grinding your hips into his lap for relief. "G-Gojo," you gasp. "P-Please more. Give me more." Your fiancé sniggers at your impatience, but is just as in need for more as you are.

But once he has his long fingers between your thighs and caressing your wet slit, you find yourself looking forward to what "more" after this looks like for you. "O-Oh, fuck, 'Tarou!" you whine, lifting your hips up to allow more of his touch. His fingers brush against your clit, his fingertips gently rubbing the tiny bud to extract more of your cream from the source of your sobbing cunt.

"God, baby," he groans, watching in awe as his fingers coat with your juices. "You're givin' me so much. This poor girl's been so lonely tonight, hasn't she?" He coos in a way that makes your pussy gush even more, making it slippery enough for a finger to slide in while the other toys with your asshole.

"Ohhhh," you moan, the sound long and drawn out. Like it's been locked inside of you for too long. "Ohhh, yes," Gojo teasingly replies. "I know, mama. Feels good, don't it?" He curls his finger up in a way that stimulates that spot inside of you that makes you see stars. "It's okay, baby, I'm here. Just let go for me."

He continues to play with your clit and finger-fuck your pussy, whispering sweet nothings in your ear until you finally cum all around his finger and all over his lap. "Oh, fuck!" you gasp, giving him those sweet moans as you explode all over him, drenching his boxers and his thighs in your mess.

"Aw, baby!" he mockingly tuts. "Now look what you did." He forces you to sit up, your hair a mess and your brain foggy from your orgasm. "You've made a big mess," he sighs, motioning over his thighs sticky with your cum. "Guess I'll have to get rid of these then."

He stands and turns to face you, giving you a front-row seat at the beauty hanging between his thighs. Once his briefs are down and kicked off, along with his slippers, he strips off his shirt, revealing his gorgeous, muscled body, silvery happy trail, and pink, pierced nipples in need of sucking.

You reach out to touch him, feel him, hold him, but he steps out of your reach, smirking at your whimper. "Ah-ah, greedy girl," he criticizes. "Not yet. You still gotta give Daddy what he wants before he gives you what you need."

That means you need to cum again. And eventually, you feel the urge to do so again when Gojo has his face in your pussy while he kneels between your legs, his big hands grasping your thighs to pry them apart. He licks and laps at you like you're his last meal until further notice, his tongue strokes quick yet precise. He seems to nail the spot every single time.

"Oh, God, yes!" you moan, your voice reaching full volume as you writhe your hips against his magical mouth, his nose nudging against your clit. "God, Satoru, fuck yes! You're so good!"

The blue-eyed stud stares at you intensely between the V of your legs, sucking gently on your clit. With a wet pop, he pulls away, pride in his eyes and his smile. "Yeah? Your man makin' you feel good?" You frantically nod, needing more. "Tell me all about it, baby," he murmurs. "Lemme make you cum so I can really show you what 'good' is."

Then he's diving back in, his tongue licking along your slit before dipping into your wet hole as his nose swipes against your clit again and again like a maxed-out credit card, pushing you right past the point of ecstasy. The sounds that escape him are sloppy and juicy, his wet colliding with your even-wetter pussy.

It doesn't take long for your second orgasm to crest, making you feel like a balloon that has been filled with too much air. "Satory, I'm about to cum," you warn, your words laced with moans and gasps. Your man moans into your pussy, still eating away. "Mmm-hmm," he encourages you, desperate to taste you. "Uh-huh, cwum. Cwum for me, bwaby."

Overtaken by his voice and his touch, you let your second orgasm wash over you, drawing loud moans out of you that would embarrass you if you weren't drunk from the vodka or Gojo's tongue. The shivers that take hold of your body are intense, making you trash and buck against Gojo's mouth as he cleans you up.

But you can't focus on them for long. Not when Gojo is standing up between your legs and looking down at you like that, eyes hooded and lips shining in your juices. "I need to fuck you now, baby," he says, his voice hushed and low. "And when I do, I'm gonna cum inside of you. No condom. Is that okay?"

He presses a hand to your cheek, softly running a thumb over your cheek. Is that okay? Is grass green? Are you getting married tomorrow? "Yes," you whisper, never meaning the word more than when you agreed to his proposal. "I need you too, 'Tarou. Please fuck me, Daddy."

Gojo visibly shivers, taken over by your response. After giving you a deep and passionate kiss where you taste yourself off of his tongue, he wraps a hand around his cock and feeds it into your pussy, inch by inch, taking it slow.

You gasp and your eyes grow wide, feeling yourself stretch around his length. Despite you taking him so many times before, each time feels better and more intense than the last. And without the condom, you can feel all of him—every vein, ridge, bump, and patch of soft, velvety skin stretching around his shaft.

Gojo's face is as beautiful as the moon in the inky sky in front of you, his expression twisted in pleasure as he rocks his hips into you. "God, you feel amazing," he groans, catching his bottom lip between his teeth. "N-Need...ah, fuck! Needed you all night like this."

"M-Me too!" you gasp, grasping his shoulders for dear life as his hips bump into you, sending tendrils of pleasure into your clit that travel up your body. "More, Satoru! Give it to me, baby, please!"

A groan of lost restrain escapes Gojo as he bends down to capture your lips in a sloppy tongue kiss as he rocks into you a little faster, a little deeper, filling you with his cock with every passing second. He fucks you into the couch, bending your knees so he can settle between them, nearly mounting you.

Oh, he gives it to you. He gives it to you all night, as much as you want. As much as you can take in that poor little pussy.

He finishes taking you on the couch, not stopping until your cumming all over his cock and staring deep into his eyes as you do it, your pussy persuading him to cum deep inside of you.

He fucks you on the floor, your little body bouncing on top of him as his hips thrust up to meet yours, his hands grasping and massaging your tits as his thick cock sinks into your wet folds and velvety walls again and again until you spill your cream all over him.

He fucks you up against the wall, your body flush against his, trapped between him and the wall as he babbles about how "fucking good" your pussy is and "oh, fuck yes yes, yes"s as he slams balls deep into you.

He carries you upstairs despite the vigorous activity to your shared bedroom and continues to fuck you there, forcing you to bend over for him. His thrusts are rough and deep now, his hands gripping your ass so tight that you're sure he'll leave bruises. Each thrust of his dick in you is agonizing, taking you to a place of euphoria that is so intense that it's almost painful.

"Ah, ah, oh, fuck yes, yes!" You can't make out any words longer than those as Gojo's cum-filled balls slap against your clit, combined with the immense pleasure you're giving yourself by rubbing it in time with his quick thrusts.

"Fuck, look at you," Gojo grunts, staring down at the way you look taking his big cock. "Lookin' so goddamn cute bouncin' on me like that. Keep it up, babe, 'cause I'm about to cum soon."

Oh, thank God! You were waiting for this. You were hoping so much that the night would end with you cumming all over his cock for the last time when he finally spills his seed inside of you, filling you with his babies. Making forever a reality.

"Go ahead!" you beg, shouting above the loud bedsprings bouncing from Gojo's vigorous fucking and skin slapping against skin. "Cum inside me, baby. Fill me up. I need it so bad!" Gojo yanks you onto your knees and presses himself against you, sinking deeper into you. "Tell me again," he demands in your ear. "Tell me you need this."

It's so hard to do while the man is ramming into you and knocking your brain out of your skull, but you find the willpower to do it anyway. "I need this!" you damn near sob, overcome with intensity and emotion as he wraps his arms tight around you, locking you up in him. "I need you to cum in me, 'Tarou! Need you to give it to me!"

"Yeah?" he teasingly asks, sucking on your earlobe. "You need my cum, baby girl? You want these fuckin' kids, huh?" He tosses you down again and forces your ass up in the air, giving it a sharp spank. "Then get ready 'cause you're about to get it all."

You thought you were getting fucked before? Well, Gojo proves that you haven't. He shifts into an entirely different being as he ruts into you like a machine, his hips pistoning into you, his cock throbbing, pulsing, and finally, finally...

"Oh, fuck!" he bellows, his voice ricocheting off of the walls of your cozy bedroom as he fills you to the brim with all of him. You gasp as his spunk fills you, spilling into your pussy, bringing with it a warm, gushing sensation that triggers your own orgasm. "That's it!" he groans, encouraging you with his quick thrusts. "Cum with me, baby! Fuckin' give it to me!"

You have no choice but to. With your head in the pillow and your ass hiked up in the air, you explode all over Gojo's cock as streams of cum continue to enter you. His thrusts slow to deep rocks of his hips as he fucks the cum into you, making sure that none of it slips out until it is time for him to pull out. "G-Gotta make sure," he pants. "Make sure you're nice an' knocked up for me."

Knocked up. Locked down. Filled to the brim. You're all three of these things, you realize, as you lay on the bed, weakly moaning as Gojo continues to stroke your poor, sore pussy in the bed. When he is finally done, he slowly pulls out of you, moaning with you at the loss and as your pussy gushes his and your mixed release.

"Don't move, mama," he coos. "Lemme clean ya up." He leans down between your legs and gently laps at your cum, paying close attention to your puffy lips and your clit, knowing how sensitive both are from the activity.

When he finally finishes, he gently takes your exhausted form and sits on the bed with you curled into his lap, the both of you sweaty and exhausted but supremely satisfied and spent. You press a hand to his heart where your engagement ring glitters back at you, the diamonds winking in the moonlight cutting into the bedroom.

Moonlight that shines in the blue eyes that stare down at you in utter adoration, holding promises of more hot sex, more cuddling, and endless love. "I love you, wifey," he murmurs, nuzzling your neck.

You giggle, pressing a kiss to his cheek. "I love you too...husband." You test the word out on your tongue, deciding that you love how it sounds. It sounds so right. "I can't wait to have a little me running around here."

Gojo pulls away to stare down at you, glowering and pouting those pink lips at you. "Ya mean a little me," he corrects you. You two stare at each other in silence for a moment before you both erupt into laughter that nearly hurts.

"Yeah...a little you would be cute too," he giggles before he attacks you with kisses and snuggles that have you falling deeper and deeper in love with him. "But two of me would be cute, dontcha think, baby? C'mon, you've gotta admit-"

"Shut up," you huff.

THE END.

[dragonagepolls]

Some propaganda for the underdogs

Unnamed tavern (Redcliffe):

Via @potatoesandsunshine: #i'm in the unnamed redcliffe tavern the night after the HoF dealt with the undead and it's CRAZY in here #loghain spies on my left. militia deserters on my right. and in the middle of it all is teagan's future wife #but he's not here right now so i'm twirling my hair and falling in love with her

Via @vir-adahlen: #*slaps hoods of unnamed tavern (redcliffe) you can fit so much drunk alistair trauma dumping in here

The Gnawed Noble Tavern:

Via @ourinquisitorialness: #i know the Hanged Man is the obvious choice but i have fond memories of the Gnawed Noble Tavern and the mercs who hang out there# ''WATCH WHERE UR LOOKIN OR I'LL RIP UR DAMN EYES OUT AND PISS IN UR SKULL!!!''

Via @taashclimber: #gnawed noble taven #can you imagine the drama you’d eavesdrop on in denerim

Tapster's Tavern:

Via @trevelyawn: #absolutely tapster's #i would love to get shitfaced with a bunch of dwarves #they'd be the most fun

Via @housecantori: #anyway i always loved the layout and vibe of Tapster's

Via @queenbol-of-baldurs-gate: #im sorry but it's tapsters #the SELECTION they got??? #live music stage?? #perfect vibes

Via @gaychocolatehomicide: #i bet tapsters has fantastic pub food #and while im maybe not excited about how oghren describes the alcohol from down there #i appreciate that in later games we learned that dwarves can make good booze its just oghren that was weird

Via @librarydilf: #shout out to tapster's though. one of the only places underground i have ever liked! a warm refuge from the horrors [dwarven politics]

The Crown and Lion:

Via @heniareth: #the crown and the lion in amaranthine #fereldan food may be shit but the beer makes up for it #and they are a trading force so you know there'll be foreign brews too #who needs fancy schmancy minrarhous stuff am i right?

Via @elfmagesurana: #the crown and lion #cos everyone is so chill they let the local drunks prank the hero of ferelden which i rhink is very funny

Via @vigilskept: #you’re ALL wrong it’s literally the crown and lion #1 grey warden staying upstairs another one getting cheated on in the next room #AND a smugglers pass into the attic! what more could u ask for?

The Gull and Lantern:

Via @barkingbarghest: #Going Gull and Lantern because I've been thinking a lot about Redcliffe lately #And it felt comfortable but not like somewhere I had to dress up (the Diamond) #Also the Diamond is a casino and I generally don't like casinos. #You could argue Ferelden is not a good place to get a drink on account of being a backwater #To which I would riposte with: I like dogs and hate Tevinter.

The Cobbled Swan:

Via @crysdrawsthings: adorable sign, live music, delightful ambiance, probably serves khachapuri. Located in the Minrathous' Dock Town as it's own warning. Still, consider the khachapuri. Solid 7/10, everyone goes to the Cobbled Swam

Via @crowlore: #anyway the cobbled swan as a lounge singer sometimes so i want more of that atmosphere

Via @warden-lisme: #cobbled swan is a lowkey dockside tavern with canonically incredible live music #maybe its the chicagoan in me but im not afraid of a bar run by organized crime #i bet the appetizers are fucking incredible

[altxrrmelancholy]

Exactly The Same

Tags: bf!joong, idol!joong, some teasing, woo and reader are just mischievous, a blowjob maybe, lots of moaning.

...in which you stumble upon a smut audio of joong on Tumblr that an Atiny made that sounds exactly like him.

Note: I cannot for the life of me remember the account, but I once listened to an audio on here that sounded like how Hj would sound. It had me reeling omg. If it's a well known audio I would like to hear it again please if anyone knows what I'm talking about. 😭

Anyways, here you go. Don't forget to reblog!

You didn't even know where Wooyoung came from, and you didn't care at that point. All you could think about was the pure heaven you were both listening to.

Yours and his mouth were gaping at the sounds you both were listening to. At one point, he even pushed you further into the couch so that he could get closer to you and hear better, sharing a singular earphone with him. You increased the volume when you realized you were about to hear him talk.

"A-ah mmmh, babygirl is doing sooo good for daddy mmmmh~"

You clenched your thighs and screamed internally as Wooyoung gapes even further.

"Fuuuuck. That sounds exactly like hyung."

"I know right?!"

The audio wasn't even that long. As soon as it finished, you scoured through the account to see if they had posted more.

It was the only fucking audio.

"Play it again." You did.

You couldn't even question or judge Wooyoung's sentence as the effect the audio had on you yourself was dizzying. And you were the actual girlfriend.

"How do they do it? I mean, do they act it out or..."

You shrugged. "I think these are actual porn audios. They just search for the ones that sound closer to your voices or something, I dunno."

"Is there one of mine? What are you waiting for? Type my name in there!"

You glared at him as he tried to reach for your phone. "Are you crazy?! I don't want to hear you moan!"

"But we just heard Hyung moan! How is that different?"

"Because I'm the girlfriend?!"

"But you just said it's porn audios! Come on, Y/n!" He was already starting to whine and fuss around on the couch. You weren't even supposed to show any of the Ateez members anything sexual about them, especially if it involved their fans' imagination. You were an Atiny yourself so of course you had to remain loyal to the fandom, even though you were dating a member.

Not that any of the fans knew. The loyalties stopped there. You were on your knees for their leader.

You remembered the time when San was live one day and he accidentally stumbled upon fanfiction, to your horror. They already knew that you followed some of their fan sites on social media. Your boyfriend even teased you of the possibility of you reading fanfics. The last thing you wanted was your boyfriend finding out you indulged in written erotica about him online. It's not something that you deliberately hide from him. You would actually share with him one day. Not anytime soon though. Cause then he would find out that you used to read smut about other members: Seonghwa, Yunho, Jongho... even Wooyoung.

Ugh. Why, oh, why was I lucky enough to date their leader? Please take me away from this endless mental torture!

"Y/n pleeaaase? I promise I won't tell anyone else."

"Woo, you're being-"

"Tell anyone what?"

You hadn't even realized that someone had walked through the door. There your boyfriend stood, staring at both of you awaiting an answer. His anxieties about knowing every single thing about what his members get themselves involved in present.

"Well?"

You thought quickly. "It's uuuh, artwork. Like, suspicious artwork."

He narrowed your eyes at you. "Okay...?"

He wasn't even wearing anything revealing but you wanted to pounce on him immediately. In fact, he was completely covered from head to toe in black as it was cold outside. This was one of those days where he came home early from work and you just knew he was tired. You smirked.

You stood up slowly, pulling your (his) ridden-up shorts down as you passed your phone to Wooyoung. He stared as you approached your boyfriend who kept his eyes on you, unmoving.

"You must be very exhausted, right?"

He sighed. "I can't even begin to speak on it."

You smiled at him. "Okay! Let's go!"

Before you could leave the living room, your boyfriend's hand in yours, you discreetly turned to Wooyoung and winked at him. He seemed to get the message, widening his eyes and gaping again, as he watched you enter the bedroom.

"That snake." He whispered.

With the door to his room shut, you gently sat him down on his bed and got to your knees. You quickly worked on his sweatpants.

"What's gotten into you?" He helped you in removing the barriers and brushed his hand through your hair gently as he prepared for what's coming. You watched his dick grow hard in your touch. You couldn't wait so you took him into your mouth, hearing him wince a bit. You bobbed your head a couple of times and then he started to moan.

"Mmmh fuck. I needed this."

You internally squealed. You could just fly.

On the other side, Wooyoung had already heard the first series of moans. He cursed softly as he tripped on his way to his room, before you both remembered he was still in the house. He felt your phone vibrate in his hands and stopped in the corridor to look at it.

It was a message.

Sexiest leader 🤎: He said you should be out of the house by now, Woo.😘

Oh fuuuuck me.

[thewertsearch]

PCG: GAMZEE ISN'T SUPPOSED TO GO CRAZY. PCG: I THINK IF HE DOES PCG: IT MEANS WE FUCKED SOMETHING UP. PCG: IT MEANS I FUCKED SOMETHING UP. PCG: HE'S MY RESPONSIBILITY, I HAVE TO MAKE SURE HE'S SAFE.

Poor Karkat. He's directing all this stress inwards, convincing himself that the current crisis is because he dropped the ball - but the truth is, Gamzee’s problems weren’t his to solve. Not exclusively his, anyway.

You may be the leader, Karkat, but you’re not your entire team’s sole confidant, and you’re definitely not their therapist. You can’t be everything to everyone. You're just one kid.

PCG: ONE TIME, ONE OF THE DOOMED ARADIAS TOLD ME SHE CAME FROM A TIME WHERE HE FLIPPED OUT AND KILLED EVERYBODY, BECAUSE OF MY FAILURE. PCG: I DIDN'T TAKE HER SERIOUSLY, BUT I SHOULD HAVE. PCG: SHE WAS CONSTANTLY FIXING MY FUCKUPS. PCG: ROBOTS FROM THE FUTURE ALWAYS COMING BACK TO TELL ME HOW SOME HASTY SHIT I DID WITH FROG BREEDING OR WHATEVER WOULD MAKE IT BE IMPOSSIBLE TO WIN.

All this Aradiabots floating around - and yet, not a single one of them corrected your mistake with the Final Frog. How could Aradia, queen of temporal micromanagement, miss something this obvious?

Methinks there was another agenda at play here. At this point in the timeline, Aradia was still a (possibly) unwitting pawn in Doc Scratch's scheme to bring about the Great Undoing. He probably needed Karkat to miss that Final Frog.

PCG: MY OWN PERSONAL MISTAKES PROBABLY ACCOUNTED FOR MORE DOOMED ARADIABOTS THAN ANYTHING ELSE. PCG: WHICH WAS SORT OF A SILVER LINING I GUESS? I DON'T THINK WE WOULD HAVE BEATEN THE KING WITHOUT HER ARMY.

Did she actually say it was your mistake? Because to me, It seems more plausible that she said it was a mistake, and your hindbrain made a quiet little edit.

Seriously, you had no way of knowing that Gamzee would flip out like this. Sure, one of the Aradiabots reported that it happened, but there were hundreds of those girls flying around the Medium, and I’m sure plenty of them arrived from timelines where Eridan snapped, instead. Or Vriska, for that matter.

How was Karkat supposed to discern the signal from the noise? How was he supposed to keep track of every real and hypothetical problem at once?

This isn't on him, and I'll argue that point until I'm blue in the face.

“Oh, hey – it’s one of those filthy Prospitians. ...wait, didn’t I give that one a bunny once?”

[accirax]

With you being a Wolfgrace shipper, what's your thoughts on the fact that they canonically fucked

I personally think it's absolutely hilarious, and also very telling when it comes to how much trust Grace actually had in Wolfgang

i am under the impression that a decent chunk of my followers are minors, so i'm going to put my thoughts under the keep reading. please don't open this if you're under 18 (or don't want spoilers for P:EG Chapter 1)!

LMAO WOLFGRACE REAL

i guess it makes sense that people would fuck during a killing game (? <- confused aspec), and the clothes scattered around the room also certainly had that... implication. even if Ulysses confirms that Wolfgang was just a messy guy, the fact that it was both of their clothes either meant that they were matching each other's freak or... matching each other's freak 😏

the thing that really gets me about this is the timing. roommates were assigned on the night of Day 2 (area investigation day), and the Ulysses/Grace swap happened on the night of Day 3. meanwhile, Wolfgang turns up dead in the morning of Day 5. this means that, assuming that Wolfgang and Grace were "sleeping together" (AKA, they fucked at night), the fucking occurred on the night of Day 3, Day 4, or both.

DAY 3

if they fucked on the night of Day 3, this means that after swapping the rooming assignments around, they immediately started fucking. was this the purpose of changing rooms? was Grace rushing Ulysses' move out because she wanted to have sex with Wolfgang faster? did Wenona and Ulysses know that this would happen?

LIKE HELLO????

WAIT I THOUGHT THIS SOUNDED SUS WHEN I FIRST READ THE SCENE BUT I DIDN'T THINK IT WAS REAL OH MY GOD. THEY DEFINITELY FUCKED ON THIS NIGHT

we also know that the dorms are not soundproof, and in fact have pretty thin walls, as Damon is able to hear Jett sneeze from in the hallway. Wolfgang's room is right next to Mark, and right across from Ingrid's. i don't know if it's been confirmed which of Jett and Mark and Toshiko and Ingrid's room each pair is staying in respectively, but this means there's a decent chance that any of them could have overheard Wolfgang and Grace fucking. there are children about, you sickos (/lh). is this why Mark is such a hater all the time.

also, fucking on Day 3 means that they slept together on the night before the bonus laundry scene. did Ingrid invite them because she knew there were things she didn't want to wash? ,':/

well now i know what was on your mind, buddy.

DAY 4

Day 4 is funny because it opens up the possibility of Grace seducing Wolfgang into gaming with her. ladies, now you know how to make your man step away from the pachinko ;)

i would also have to wonder what was going through Grace's mind the next morning when Wolfgang woke up with a stomach ache. pussy so bad it makes your partner fall ill. where was i going with this

anyways yeah, it really is crazy that two people who generally seem really untrusting of others were able to grow that close with each other that fast. naturally, just because they had sex doesn't mean that they had to be interested in pursuing anything romantic, or therefore more (emotionally) "vulnerable." however, given how upset Grace seems about Wolfgang's death, and the fact that Wolfgang suddenly started calling Grace "Grace" as opposed to "Ms. Madison" (even if the voice line still says Ms. Madison) at the Day 4 breakfast, I would guess that there was mutual interest to some degree.

that also makes Wolfgang's actions on the morning of Day 5 all the more intriguing. if he really did care about Grace, that in my opinion increases the likelihood that he truly did take the knife for self defense. otherwise, if he became the blackened, he would necessarily be signing either his or Grace's death warrant. he definitely could care for her but value his own life and secret more, but again, it leans towards him lashing out at Diana being a result of the hallucinogenics. i'll have to chew on that more in the future.

thanks for sending in the ask :) it's fun to talk about shipping stuff sometimes, even if it always embarrasses me haha

[djangari]

Ok, I screenshotted this but didn't like it so if you know the original post pls gimme the name TT

But saw this like a minute ago.

Hear me out.

2021.

Papa Vale. Hard launching the fact he is a dad. Kind of. Just posting the photo and giving it a caption with bambino or something. At the beginning of the year, something like that.

And the world just got the news that Marc birthed a healthy baby like three days ago. (Yes, I am using qatar and the injury for this. Let me. It's much angst cause of the crash and the operations.)

The world goes crazy.

Correlation? Yes.

You see that skin? Marc. You see that hair? Vale.

She is the perfect mix.

Nothing official is said tho. Although she appears once in the Honda garage with Marc for one weekend in Catalonia and rumours tell she was seen in yamaha too... (Of course Marc races again, HE IS MARC MARQUEZ)

But the world keeps on turning.

Skip forward to Spielberg.

Rossi declares this is his last year as a motogp rider. Says he retires.

Says he wants to focus on the team, his family, his daughter.

The world is in shambles.

Everyone goes crazy, CRAZY.

(They are very amused btw and their brothers are too busy with spoiling their niece to shake their heads and act disappointed.)

They still haven't confirmed anything. THE WORLD STILL DOESN'T KNOW IF THEY ARE BACK TOGETHER. DON'T KNOW IF THEY EVER FUCKED IN 2013 TO 15. They don't say anything more than that. Marc only says stuff like oh yeah it's sad to see a legend like him leave the track but I'm sure he has thought his through and that he spoke with his partner to make this hard decision. Does his unique :3 face.

Fangirls go crazy. Defend them like their life depends on this. Whole wars on any social media. 60 oages google docs documents. (I shall remind 21, no-one had anything to do) Marquez hater have a life crisis, asking themselves constantly if they hate the man that has brought them a rossi spawn.

Anyways, skip to 22.

The world forgot again. Well, yeah, fans jumped in joy as they get the BMW news. But they don't think too much about that. Only some fans go crazy about pic drops from both Marc and Vale and also Luca and Alex. Christmas pictures were super sweet.

Qatar. Again.

Vale appears in the Honda garage, speaking with Santi, holding their daughter, both in partner look, wearing matching VR46 shorts and a red 93 shirt.

The world explodes. EVERYONE and their grandmother goes crazy.

Especially as Vale loudly declares after the race that he is very proud Marc managed this race so good and that he will do better soon and gives him a fat smooch after the podium. Marc plays plane with their daughter and runs around with her in his arms, up and down the pit lane for everyone to see. Most riders, at least the academy boys and Alex and fabio come out to play with her.

Every fangirl needs a month supply of tissues on his day and some therapy afterwards.

Thank you for listening to this 2 am rant :D

[matchadobo]

Hello cha :) congrats on the 500 followers! ❤️‍🔥

Can i request the forced proximity dialogue 2? I'm thinking maybe in a camping setup and Y/N's tent would be compromised and she'd have to move to Kid's 🤭. Kid would be soooo worried but of course, he'd be tsundere about it 🤣🤣🤣🤣

KIDD; on the same tent

wc: 1381

dialogue: "never figured you for this much of a cuddler."

warning/s: fluff, sleeping together (like actually sleeping wwwww), cuddling, nothing really intense, wrote this with the thought of fem reader but gn could apply :)

eustass kidd has a crush on you. but he fucks you up so bad and always makes it his mission to annoy the absolute shit out of you–it's the only way he knows how to get your attention.

he got on you nerves, really. he was always first to counter you so you could have a back and forth with him and you hate how he's so smart and witty with it. he always one ups you and shows off how great he is, as if he's always trying to rile up a competition with you. and with the teasing, he never misses to fluster you and make you lose your tongue because he always hits the right pressure points with you.

it's a wonder you guys are in the same friend group but somehow hates each other's guts, not kidd though–matter of fact, he's crazy for you and everyone knows it but you.

so when your class went out camping for a project in a course, you made it your mission to stay as far away as possible from him.

"you're really gonna set up your tent up there while the rest of us are down here? terrain ain't lookin' fine in there." kidd peeked up the small cliff that leads to flat ground where you picked your tent spot. "thought you were smart."

"i'm missing the part where it's your business where i place my tent." you didn't spare him a glance, busying yourself with setting up your tent.

kidd raised his hands in defense, leaving you be but is still keeping an eye out for you. soon enough, the class carried on some camping activities: roasting barbecue and singing by the fire. until one of you guys whipped out cases of beer and gave everyone their share and that's when things got a little too out of hand.

everyone let loose, some showed different parts of themselves like being loud or dancing too much. someone almost got caught fire. you were no different either, your once reserved self let off a little too much steam and it got people looking. kidd was watching you the whole time. and so was the other guys who had their eye out for you.

so when kidd noticed a group of guys advancing towards you, he was first to butt in and sit beside you—taking the place they were oh so desperate to take.

"feelin' lightheaded, shortcake?" kidd blurted out, chugging off his beer bottle dry. "seems ye can't hold your alcohol well, aye?"

"stop talking, my head hurts." you waved your hand tiredly, not even thinking who you're talking to.

"weaklings shouldn't fuck around rum, yer makin' a fool of yeself." kidd snatched the bottle off of your grip effortlessly, you were too drunk to have a proper grip.

"jackass." you rolled your eyes, pulling yourself up to but stumbling over your steps. kidd almost caught you but some bastard butted in, offering to take you to his tent since it's just near and yours is pretty far away. spouting bullshit so you can get some rest. the redhead sensed something foul with this one and he was seething.

you wouldn't agree either way, but you were too weak to protest. guess it was a bad idea having rum for the first time, especially in the wild like this. but before you could decline, you ended up puking on the guy.

he soon exclaimed in disgust, latching off of you as he padded off his puke-coated shirt. immediately getting turned off by you.

kidd exploded into maniacal laughter, falling over his seat as he watched the scene unfold. he found it hilarious. "i was gonna let you run off but seems you lost your ticket."

you don't know what came over you but you faced and gestured at him. "mine's too far away so i'll sleep in yours." you stood up, not even waiting for his response and headed straight to his tent. kidd sobered up immediately to chase after you. cuz god forbid you would do this fucking sober.

before kidd could pull you out, you were already fast asleep on his sleeping bed. it was a mistake that he rolled it out way too early. but he wouldn't let you sleep anywhere else either.

he sighed and zipped up the tent, still settling outside with his mates and leaving you be. he kept an eye out his tent the entire time he was screwing around with his friends by the fire.

once it got late and the alcohol kicked in, kidd headed to his tent. it seems no one was aware you're in his tent, no one mentioned anything about it.

kidd found you snoring and cuddled up in his sheets, he laughed to himself realizing he's got nowhere to sleep now that you've comfortably taken up his place. but he was way too tired to argue, and he wouldn't want to snatch the covers off of you.

so he just zipped up his sweater and lied next to you, keeping a certain distance so as to not wake you up or give you the wrong idea. what baffled him more was that you scooting closer to him and nestling in his arm. as if forcing yourself closer to his torso and into his embrace.

that's why kidd decided to fuck it and just pull you close, his arm around your shoulder and as you subconcnsciously entangled your limbs with him. he soon drifted off to sleep and snored the night away.

until you woke up at 5 in the morning when you start to see the gradual lightening of the skies. you almost shot up your position when you pieced everything together and realized you were fucking sleeping and fucking cuddling with eustass kidd.

but you couldn't even move, because he kept you firm in place. it seems as if he's aware you're awake.

"never figured you for this much of a cuddler." you can hear the grin on his tone. "look how much you're latching on to me."

you finally garnered the strength to escape his grip, or he just let loose and decided to stop fucking with you. once you did, he put on a fake wince from the numbness of his arm as a result of you using it as a pillow the entire night.

"nothing else happened, right?" you asked out of absolute fear, looking over your shoulder.

"what difference would it make? minutes ago, we're so comfortable ain't we?" his morning voice wasn't helping either. his voice was already deep and the certain drop and hoarseness of it was messing with your brain. the fact that his cologne latched onto your sweater and clung into your nares was enough to leave you not thinking straight.

"kidd, be fucking real." you pushed him, irritated at his cockiness once again.

"hey, don't go hostile on me. you're the one who went here on you're own, fuckin' grabbed all my shit and slept with it. not to mention, you clung onto me like a damn koala bear. if i had anythin' to do with this, you'd shiver to death outside my tent." he grabbed his pillow and the blanket you once hoarded to go back to sleep. but that's not true, it'd be him shivering outside if that were ever the case.

"should've just asked me to leave. i'll go now." you gave up, not even wanting to talk to him about this.

"and let everyone see you got out my tent? now, isn't that somethin' to talk about."

he's right. fuck, just like that again. he keeps giving you reasons to agree with him, just like in any other situations you two are in. you're starting to think that he's intentionally putting you two in these situations to just piss you off. but clearly, you screwed up this time.

"so what do you want me to fucking do?!" you turned to him, mind in a flurry as you realized you're trapped in here with him.

"get back to bed." he turned away from you, slowly drifting off to sleep as you lose your head over this ordeal. "wouldn't hurt to cuddle a bit more if we've been doin' it the entire night."

SHIIIIT i got inactive again 🙇‍♀️

thank you for the request anon! 🌷 sorry for the long wait 😭🫰

first of all everything happened all at once i'm tellin ya ✋🥵 finals happened and we had a looooot of projects and up until now i'm still enjoying my vacay (rotting in my bed). i haven't had the will to pick this up but here we are <3 i hope to release more stuff hihihi i've also finished the cookbook thing so that's something to look forward to 😍

againnn very sorry for those who are waiting, but little by little i hope to get inspired again 💪🤩

if you're interested for my 500 follower event, you can check out this post. so far i still have 6/15 slots overall 🫰

[omnium-gatherums]

Hey guys, can we like not shame people or make them feel bad because they aren't as educated on CDDs?

I don't even think you guys actually understand "do your own research" or just researching things in general as some of you might think you do, and I don't say this in a shaming way or as if I'm better than you, but many of you (mostly anti-endos) will sit here and complain about people not doing their research and yet will literally state outright myths about CDDs that literally take a single Google search to debunk and it's kinda crazy to me. Like I still see so many of you continue to assert the myth that DID is rare, yet acting like you are educated on CDDs. DID is literally not rare, not as rare as you think or act like it is, and it takes one singular Google search, one singular reading of the page "DID Myths and Misconceptions" on BeautyAfterBruises to even confirm this, or literally looking at any other website that properly educates about trauma, dissociation, and dissociative disorders.

And can we not act like researching is easy? Or like everyone is even interested in researching CDDs?

Sorry, but your average layperson isn't interested in reading complex ass research papers or reading long books with complex jargon in them in order to educate themselves about something, and let's not act like everybody is interested in doing this or as if it's easy.

And this isn't even getting into the fact that so much research is inaccessible, and most people don't fucking know about websites like Sci-Hub or free ways to get books or anything to be able to even ACCESS this research at all.

And this also isn't even getting into the fact of "how do I know if something is accurate?", "how do I know how to READ and UNDERSTAND research papers", etc.

I also don't think you guys actually understand what "do your own research" means - sorry again, but you cannot get a full or better understanding or grasp of CDDs if you do simple Google searches and read like a few webpages or something and be done.

It took me YEARS to research CDDs, and KEEP researching them, OVER AND OVER AGAIN, reading the same things OVER AND OVER again before I really fully started to understand CDDs and really feel confident in my knowledge enough before I ever even started USING this account to educate others. Hell, I didn't start being open about my DID until I was diagnosed just 2 years ago, and I was questioning DID well before that, researching it well before that.

I'm still re-reading things and understanding them so much more and so much better as I've changed, grown, and learned more as a person, and as our dissociation has been slowly chipping away in tiny crumbs.

It's okay to not be super educated on CDDs, and it's okay to not educate others on CDDs. You can simply have a CDD and be a person with a CDD online talking about your CDD and hanging out with others and making jokes and venting and chilling and not necessarily "educating" others about CDDs.

Be kind to people, let's not treat people like shit or shame people just because they aren't educated or something.

And if you are interested in research, being pointed towards more research papers, want to know other fun little tips and tricks to research and how to access things etc., you can check out my post "What You're All Getting Wrong About DID." I poured a lot into this post over the course of many months to put it together, and I truly think it's a truly amazing post to educate people about DID, even if I'm biased :P It's still one of my favorite posts we've made as well.

And if you are someone who isn't very educated, it's not shameful. It's hard and it's confusing and it's not easy!

[thebessthingathisparty]

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Charles Leclerc ๋࣭ ⭑⚝

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Formula 1 college hockey team social media AU! Instagram Edition

The tight-knit college hockey team, the Silver Blades, run by team captain Max Verstappen, isn't just about scoring goals—it's a chosen family. On and off the ice, the team has each other's backs, whether that's through college assignments, throwing awesome parties, or winning the championship together. Follow these overworked, tired, college students as they post through their day-to-day life.

Authors Note: Merry Christmas everybody !!!!!!!!!!! Another Instagram as your present, please let me know if these are turning out okay or if they suck, thanks !!!!!!!

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CharLeclerc My son

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OscarJP This is child favoritism at its finest btw.

CharLeclerc You know you're my actual favorite (liked by OscarJP)

OscarJP Got it in writing and everything @OllieBearman, suck it freshie

OllieBearman WAHTTTT??!

AlexandraSaint your son huh? did you birth him?

CharLeclerc You didn't either???

AlexandraSaint yeah, didn't think so 🙄 (liked by CharLeclerc)

RandomHockeyFan perfect man, perfect child, perfect life (watch your back I'm coming for you)

CharLeclerc What

LewHamilton Roscoe told me he wanted to plan a hangout with Leo

Franco43Colapinto you are a 24 year old man

RandomFan BLESSED LEO SIGHTING !!!

LandoNorris4 calling him daddy the way he be fathering that child (liked by CharLeclerc)

CharLeclerc I laughed but also don't do that again

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CharLeclerc Well needed team vacation

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LilyMuniHe i LOVE standing creepily in the corner of places and taking pictures of the perfect two of you! (liked by CharLeclerc)

ItsYourname she's being so deadass too, that's whats crazy

DanielRicciardo I can't fathom that I just witnessed back thirst traps in this day and age

RandomFan BARK BARK GRRR BARK GRRRRRRR

GeorgeRus Charles I beg, next trip can we please go back to OG trip roommates, I'm literally on my knees (liked by CharLeclerc)

MaxVerstappen hey! I am not that bad

CharLeclerc Max what did you do the man is literally begging

CarlosSainz Still asking for a soccer rematch, me and Charlie got robbed

LandoNorris4 BOOOOOOO!!!!!!!!!! U SUCK

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CarlosSainz We didn't lose. We just never finished cause Franco almost fell in the fire and we had fewer points 🙄 . It's up in the air. 🙄

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YukiTsunoda22 I just want to squeeze his long slender head, he is fucking perfect god

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LilyMuniHe @AlexandraSaint are you taken?

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CharLeclerc i love this photo of you tu es la plus belle femme que j'ai jamais vue, tu es parfaite

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CharLeclerc MA FEMME!!! MON AMOUR, J'AI TRÈS CHANCE

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CharLeclerc @OscarJP Your girlfriend is harassing me, AGAIN !!!!!!

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[floralscented]

I’m sorry to be that person but i simply can’t understand what happened with artyandink, i love their posts and bots and i would just like to understand better what happened since the posts and everything weren’t really clear for me 😭

so basically the very short & sweet ( update after finishing writing it: it was not short or sweet ) answer is that she word for word copied one of my writings, alongside many of my other ideas ( at the very least mentioning wanting to do them at the same time as me so she could put hers up first and get validation for an idea that wasn't hers, i imagine, but that's speculation ) and then when i stopped letting it happen and called her out on it, she blamed it on photographical memory of all things, but at least stopped, so i thought it was done.

phase two is when she started being incredibly rude and passive aggressive to me or anyone that would listen about how we didn't interact with her stuff anymore, and how it wasn't fair. which is honestly incredibly rich, isn't it? because she rarely interacted with our things, or gave them the recognition that she wanted in return. but really, it wasn't about fairness and doesn't matter if things are interacted with equally or whatever, she was just mad nobody was hyped for her things anymore because the only things we saw from her, weren't her own ideas.

in between this phase & phase three is when she starts genuinely harassing me personally. messages on discord privately, tagging me in a public server if i don't respond in time ( we have a six hour time difference! when it's morning for her, it's the dead of night for me! ), private messaging me on tumblr, sending asks on tumblr. literally all in the same 30 minute span max. always asking things along the lines of if i think she's a bad person, or guilting me personally, about never interacting with her things.

this is not like an excuse or whatever, but at the time, i was hardly posting on tumblr / less than i am now, because everything i wrote got taken, so i lessened it a lot. i was only ever on tumblr to post my things when i did, and that was it! very rare! so interacting with her things was hardly ever on my mind!

phase three. personally feels like a crashout to me because it's actually insane. the same day that she again messages me, this time asking if i got an anon abt her, which alone is crazy that even happened because who talks shit about someone, to someone else? that they might not even know follows? i tell her no, because it obviously feels shady as fuck. and so she starts being really weird. things like, well i got this ask in the screenshot i'm sending you, and a second saying you definitely got one, but i don't have the screenshot of the second, because i deleted it, but not the first. shady, right? anyways. same day as all of this, she gets on the server like, hey guys, i'm gonna let my friend take over my entire tumblr & discord, her name is dani. hope this is okay! and not even two seconds later, she was suddenly 'dani.' please keep track that this is her second persona. so obviously, she gets kicked because it's weird as fuck, it was honestly just something you had to be there for to see how weird it was, i guess? she changes her tumblr user to daniisms, starts messaging all of us ( in the server, i have not clarified! ) privately and stuff, saying that well, arty was just depressed, that's why she gave away the entirety of her accounts. like any of that makes sense to do.

phase four is actually the most diabolical one because she gets blocked! by all of us! because again, it is weird as fuck. this is when she private messages people again but now her excuse is, oh, NONE of this was me, i've been gone for a month, this was a hacker. so hackers steal supernatural writers tumblrs and their discords, somehow, which mind you, how would anyone even know her discord user? it's nowhere on her account from the last i saw, and so genuinely, how would a hacker know this information to hack her there? so hackers make up an imaginary friend to blame their issues on, and when it fails, that's when they leave your account to you? and also you just so happen to conveniently come back right when the hacker is gone?

the text messages she used in her 'evidence' were faked. you can recreate them exactly in iphonefaketextmessage, something that every writer i've talked to knows, because we've used it at one point for our own writing. suddenly, now that 'she's' back on her own account, she's continuing fics that her hacker made.

she's clearly convinced herself that i'm an enemy and that i'm stupid all at once, because even to this day she is bringing up my name to people that she wants to befriend now that people aren't interested in being friends with someone so conniving and honestly? psychotic at this rate. she apologizes in my messages for everything, still not taking any accountability, and then to everyone else & where she can be perceived, she's trying to discredit whatever i say while trying to paint herself as a savior for "shutting down anyone that says a thing bad about dahlia."

even in her defenses against herself, she literally cannot stop herself from trying to take away from what SHE put me through.

i hope this is further clarification. a lot of the evidence of things i say in here is in my first post, and there's also more i didn't talk about. this was supposed to be short & sweet but it is an incredibly complicated manner, and i just want to be done with it, but she won't stop bringing me up.

and i hate that i have to say this at all, but i really, truly hope this isn't you, arty. seriously. the consequences of our actions are tough, but that's why they're consequences. if you see this, and i know somehow you will, even though i keep you blocked and don't talk about you except for the one post i made and one reblog i did yesterday when you again had my name in your mouth, please leave me alone.

[entriprises]

"none of the same interests?" he falls into a game of parroting, because his mind draws up a blank on any other sort of reply. each thing that she says to him shakes him blank like an etch-a-sketch in the making. just as soon as he thinks he has something in reply, she's shaking him again.

"i'm not the one not baring his soul-" he leans in closer to the table to look her dead on. "you drive me fucking crazy. you-" he means it better than it comes out. he sucks in a breath, eyes going up towards the ceiling for the momentary reprieve. his face burns, "i am in love with you." what's the point in saying anything but that? the weight off his chest isn't quantifiable, but it's not insignificant. shrugging, his chin lowers back down so he can actually look at her again.

"so, no i can't talk about whether we want to get, fucking cats or dogs on our checks or what colors we're going to paint the walls. you have no idea know how many times i have i tried to have this conversation with you-- or maybe you do!" there's a chuckle, but it's not one that says he's light hearted, or amused. it's resigned, and it's only some miracle that he manages to keep his voice somewhat quiet and even. "maybe you do, because you never miss a chance to remind me how utterly uninterested you are in me."

screw not making a scene, because the energy to yell finds him anew. he doesn't want to yell at her. well not entirely. it's his feelings that simply feel loud, and he thinks it's only right he matches them. it takes everything in him not to.

he raises his hands, palms up as he gestures with some restraint, "we talk, we don't talk. you spend the night, we're cooking together in the mornings. you call me up after a late night because you want to see me. you tell me at the hard deck that you've had too much of me." that one was hard to get over. "you're pissed at me for marrying you," he wants to point out that he doesn't remember that either, that she's not the only one who is reeling, "and now, you're talking about staying married. i don't know what you want. i don't know who i am to you, because we're not just fucking. let's at least be honest with each other. we haven't been just fucking since before we flew together." one hand runs through his hair. he feels the sweat running down his neck.

"if all of that hasn't been obvious, now you know: i love you, and i have to live with that, and it fucking kills me that no-" his head shakes and for the first time in all his words, a desperate breath, an empty silent sob, takes over when he wants to speak, "i don't want to stay married to you. i can't stay married to you. this isn't logistics and convenience for me." his voice pitches, and the tears return.

Bradley sputters, in a way that Nat finds completely predictable and even somewhat comforting. The coffee that inelegantly drips from his mouth is endearing, though gross, and it's instinct, habit, to hand him a few more napkins. The action is alarming, if only because Nat is only now, after they've so thoroughly screwed up their lives, realizing just how comfortably and easily they move around each other.

She has long ignored it, pushed her feelings and good sense away, but it's Bradley. It's Bradley - and she can't remember putting a ring on his finger. Their marriage is real in the worst way, signed names with little commitment behind it. Their marriage will end before ever getting a proper chance to begin, if they can't do this. If she can't do this, if she can't overcome her own inability to let herself entertain her feelings for the man sat in front of her.

Taking a deep breath, Nat nods. His questions are frustrating, mostly because her patience is thin from the alcohol fueled pounding in her head and the coffee, slow to spark more wakefulness. "Yes, if we were to stay married." Her tone, though, stays even, polite almost. Gone is the usual snap that bleeds through with Bradley, whether from outright annoyance or pure humor. It's a cheap imitation of their usual banter.

"I have questions, if we were to do this. For real. If we live together, in your place, what do we keep? Do we redecorate? What about savings? How do we handle all of the bank accounts and splitting costs?" Her eyes slide away from Bradley, fixing on some distant point. Nat takes another steading breath. "We've never talked about the future... what our lives might look like five years from now; what we want them to look like." Naturally, her thoughts turn to children; neither biology nor society have been kind, so while Nat's long known it'd be sometime till she was ready for them, she hasn't had the option of simply shrugging her shoulders and thinking it'll happen in some vague eventually.

Cheeks heating again, Nat knows fresh tears will spill if she isn't careful. "I can't say that until I know there's something worth saving, Bradley." Her face hardens. "I won't bare my soul to you if you have none of the same interests as I do."

[lesbianwyllravengard]

Wyll breaking up with the player character if Ulder dies so Wyll must become the Duke makes me wanna throw up sobbing because he actually thinks that just because his father's first duty being to Baldur's Gate made him a Bad Father that Wyll himself will inevitably be a Bad Lover because surely no one could match love with duty if his father couldn't, unknowing he has more love in one hand than his father had in his entire body. fuck

[crystalchimera]

Originally posted July 29 on Twitter/X.

A sketch that got out of hand

Also!!! Here's some never before seen stuff about this since I remembered. This sketch was actually planned to be a full body pic but I didn't like how it was going so I just quickly slapped some colors on the upper body cause that was the only part of I liked LOL

There's also this sketch which is on the same canvas. You could say this was the original sketch before I redraw it

I actually forgot this doodle existed until I decided to poke around in the layers LOL