#I know it'll come back eventually I know it will but. it just sucks right now

[freakwiththeknifecollection]

Don't get me wrong, I don't ever EVER wanna experience 2020 again, but sometimes I miss that summer on long drives with my mom listening to folklore, writing fic on my phone while I waited for her in the car

[loumauve]

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[phyrestartr]

Heyyy I'm not sure if you take requests but I have an idea-

Reincarnated! Husband sukuna x Dead spouse (husband) Male Reader: this one is kind of like sukuna fucks up a lot, I think this can work out as an omegaverse? He cheats, fucks around, or doesn't even give af about m reader who is his fated pair, but then m! reader died and since they were mated he's like “shit I can't live without him” so he tries to be good to him the next life and they have happy family the end.

Replay (This Time I'll Get It Right) | Sukuna x Male!Reader (Part 1 of 2)

W/C: 1.6k #alpha!sukuna, omega!reader, mentions of suicide, mentions of murder, ABO dynamics, mentions of stalking, mentions of toxic exes, sukuna sucks, sukuna sucks less eventually, reincarnation, next lives, angst, drama, hurt/comfort, toxic relationships, infidelity/cheating

NOTE: Thank you for your patience!! It's still not quite done, but I wanted to post the first part up while i think of the rest of the story (got a vague idea of how it'll go, so should come out soon). Ty for the req!

tags: @kamote-kuneho @prettorett @memedealer-exe @tr4nniez @better-imagination-9 @flowersatwork @memedealer-exe @silvern1006

♪ Here With Me - d4vd

♪ Watch the sunrise along the coast

As we’re both getting old ♪

Sukuna puffed on a cigarette, staring out at the city lights. You always liked coming here, to this little cliff hanging above the city–especially when you were stuck on lyrics or tabs of whatever song you were working on. This hillside spot was cheesy and stupid, but you loved the way it felt like an old-school chick flick when you drove up here in your beater.

In this spot, Sukuna realized you had an old soul, one that basked in the simple, mundane things like stargazing and city-watching. It was a step away from feeding pigeons in the park, your producer decided. The way that made you laugh still sent his heart on a wild chase. That, too, was the first moment he realized he wanted you more than just a collaborator. 

And, maybe, if he had pushed aside the partying, the drugs, the women, he might’ve bothered checking his phone. He might’ve been able to apologize for wrongs done and words said, to get back on the right track. He might've not found out about you on the news. Maybe he could have given you everything you wanted–

But he couldn’t. Not anymore. 

♪ I can’t describe what I’m feeling

And all I know is we’re going home ♪

Even after locking you down and starting on that stupid journey to start a family, his spirit still yearned to wander free. 

So it did. 

Primal wants controlled him. He allowed them to steer him away from the safety of your touch and into the gnashing jaws of excitement, of danger. All because the two of you were starting to make it–you were starting to leave your mark on this world, and Sukuna let the fame and greed get to him. 

But how could he not jump at the chance to fuck the famous and infamous? How could he stay faithful to just you, a smalltown boy, when big city celebrities reached out to him, pulling him into big deals and bigger beds? How could he–

His phone blitzed to life again, ringing in the hollow quiet of a too-expensive car. The call went to voicemail, leaving him in the pits of Tartarus again, drowning in the frigid rain beating against his car windows like a million bullets trying to seek the death penalty.

Did angels do that? Take revenge for their own kind? He’d understand it. Jin, an angel in his own right, exiled his Luciferian twin from the celestial plane, barring him from what was left of that tiny spark of love and hope he called “family.” 

♪ So please don’t let me go, oh

Don’t let me go ♪

His phone rang again. He remembered picking it up once upon a time, listening to your shaky voice as you told him the worst and best news he’d ever heard in his entire existence: “I’m pregnant.” 

Sukuna didn’t know what true fear and excitement were until that moment. You laughed through waterworks, lifted by Sukuna’s uncontrolled motor-mouthing and celebrating as he hooted and hollered on the other line. The women your husband was with gave him weird looks, but he didn’t care–you were pregnant. You were going to–

You were going to have his kid. His pup. A shared little joy, a spark of hope for the future. And then–then someone took that away. 

The sorry waste of life, the obsessive ex you vehemently feared, left behind a note for whomever found the tragedy: “I'll take care of them from now on.”

Sukuna knew there had to be more to it, there had to be more of an explanation, but the media wasn't interested; they only wanted to use and abuse your name and face for articles and news reports, not to reminisce on you nor the woe of a murder-suicide.

How come no one cared? Why did no one fucking care?

♪ Save your tears, it’ll be okay

All I know is you’re here with me ♪

He snapped. Sukuna kicked the dashboard. His boot cracked against the console again and again and again until your siren song died in a quick fit of static. He crashed his heel into the broken screen a dozen more times, each impact punching shout after shout out of his tight throat as the weight of the fucking sky collapsed on him. He wasn’t Atlas. He couldn’t hold it up. He never could, not by himself.

Sukuna heaved in breaths. His stomach swirled and churned with nausea. He held his head and leaned back, screaming into the thunder that shook the world with a vital roar, hiding heartbroken howls.

Why? Why? Why? 

“Deep breaths, Sukuna,” your voice cooed. It came from the darkness, from the forgotten corners of his mind. Why were–ah, right. He’d been here before, overcome with agony and grief. Unable to breathe, unable to cope, unable to exist.  

He followed your instructions. 

“In. Out. In. Out.”

In. Out. In. Out.

The phone rang again. Sukuna answered. He hoped whoever it was would tell him this was all just a bad joke. A bad dream. It wasn’t real. 

“Finally,” Wasuke sighed on the other end of the line. “Kid, where the fuck are you?”

Sukuna stared up at the roof of the car. Words smeared and oozed like molasses in his mind. He couldn’t understand the words he knew he could understand. 

“Sukuna.” 

“What the fuck do I do?” Sukuna asked. His voice quivered. Chipped and cracked.

His father fell quiet. But he was wise. So fucking wise and so good at everything that came with life and death, morality and love. 

“Become a better man,” he said, like it was so simple. 

Sukuna scoffed. “H-How the fuck–”

“Quiet, kid.” Wasuke sighed. “That boy loved you. He had faith in you as a partner and a father. Remember that. Honour that, and become the man he knew you could be.”

Sukuna didn’t know his heart could break more, but it did. 

He sobbed. To his father, to himself, to you, to that unborn joy, to whatever fuckhead created life and love in the first place. He cried for forgiveness, for a second shot. 

“I’ll try,” Sukuna bit out. “I’ll try.” 

–

♪ I wish I could live through every memory again

Just one more time before we float off in the wind ♪

Sukuna woke up to that song. It was the same one that played in his nightmares, the same one that robbed him of sleep until he lost his mind and–and–

“What the fuck happened?” Sukuna croaked to whatever singing nymph fluttered around him. 

The damn song stopped, leaving Sukuna in just a second of tumultuous silence. 

Beep. Beep. Beep. 

The rhythmic chirping of some machine–a heart monitor, maybe? A metronome?--kicked up into double time, jamming an ice pick into his skull further and further with every hellish second that passed by. He could almost hear the radio static, the warp of a ballad calling to him. And it wouldn't stop. It wouldn't stop. Why wouldn't it stop? Why? Why? Why?

“Hey,” your voice cooed. Your hand rested atop of Sukuna's and squeezed. “Can you hear me?” 

Sukuna cracked a tired eye open to look up at you; you were perfect. God-given. A blessing he needed to see right now with your gentle eyes and kind smile, the gentle scent of lavender and vanilla cutting through the disgusting sterility of the room. 

“Can hear you,” Sukuna rasped. His hand tried to turn to hold yours, and you helped by slipping your palm into his. His heart rate slowed with the rhythm of the machine. 

You nodded and covered your clasped hands with your other one. “Good. You probably don't remember, but you were in an accident. A car side-swiped you when you were on your motorcycle.”

“No shit.” 

“Yes shit. But you're alright. Would recommend wearing a helmet from now on.” You pat his hand before slipping both of yours free. “I'll call the doctor and your family. They'll be glad to know you're awake, Itadori-san.” 

He wanted to ask you to stay. He didn't want you to go, not right then, maybe not at all. 

But you flashed him another comforting smile and slipped out of the room before he could object.

–

His father came by. Jin and his son, too. Uraume and Yorozu scolded him for not wearing a helmet. The ragtag group of hooligans he unfortunately associated with (just for the sake of going to their fancy-ass parties, he reasoned) came and went, too; Gojo gave him headaches, Getou made it worse, Ieiri wasn’t so bad.

Then there was you. You were always humming some sort of tune, whether it be the song from his nightmares or something he'd never heard before. Sukuna liked it, the sound of your voice, but you'd always clam up the second you realized someone might hear. 

It led him to pretend to be asleep far too many times during his recovery. Your songs eased his wildfire spirit, let it simmer down and curl up comfortably in a ring of stones to keep those near safe and warm without the fear of being burned alive. Hell, they could probably even make some s’mores if they wanted. 

Eventually, though, Sukuna wanted to know more. And what better person to ask than the burgeoning med student herself?

“Oh, [Name]?” Ieiri asked, sitting beside Sukuna’s bed and looking over the machines connected to Sukuna with rapt attention. “He’s a new-ish nurse from what I get. Pretty cute, huh? Apparently passed his exams no problem and–” 

Sukuna rolled his eyes. “If you don’t know relevant shit then just–”

“He’s single. Omega. Likes men. Kinda older than us. Gojo and Getou got rejected already.” 

That shut Sukuna up. 

[transmascsub]

i want to have a 'friend', my roommate, convince me to get top surgery which keeps all my nipple sensitivity and bottom surgery that keeps my cock all small and sensitive and keeps my hole to 'avoid complications in surgery'. i'm so breedable right now that i have to be on oestrogen blockers and i want her to tell me to switch to the pill so i get all nice and round and plump.

then i want her to convince me that if i have a pussy still, and i can't get pregnant from it, it should be fine for her to use it? after all she's done for me. it's such a small thing, letting her use my pussy if i'm not even using it myself, and we're just friends, it's not weird. she does all the washing up so it's fair.

so she starts fucking me with her huge cock and it's so much and i'm so sensitive and i don't want to like it but all the hormones make my brain all swimmy and my cock all twitchy and i cum on her girlcock every time and hope she doesn't notice. i get all whimpery and whiny when she stuffs me and i just say it's because i'm uncomfortable but it's because it's so so good and i hate it so much.

she starts fucking me all day and night. if i'm doing work on my laptop she'll just pick me up and sit me back down on her cock and tell me to keep going. if i'm in the kitchen to make breakfast she'll ask if i don't mind awfully if she could get some help with her morning wood and she'll gently but firmly press me over the counter and stuff me so so full.

her friends come over and she casually brings up that i still have a pussy and they all ask for a go, and when i'm uncertain, they say that it's not fair that i get a pussy when they don't (they're all women) and the least i could do is let them fuck me and they're so firm and they push so hard that i just let them to avoid conflict. then they just keep casually talking to each other about nothing in particular like magic the gathering whilst wrecking me with their girlcocks. at one point one of them points out one of their cocks is making my tummy bulge each thrust and they record it and show the girl thrusting into me and they laugh or call it cute and i turn pink with embarrassment. of course i'm left with cum leaking out of me.

eventually she doesn't stop there. she knows i'm a breeding boy, and she's made me into a breeding cockslut. she swaps my birth control for a fertility med with aphrodisiac side effects and of course doesn't tell me. she leaves me to stir for a few days, getting plumper and more sensitive. my nipples feel teased by any clothes i wear. my cock is hard all of the time. she packs my schedule which exhausts me so i never have a second to touch myself.

after four days of being constantly teased and tortured, i break. all my objections are overcome by need and she's already fucking me anyway so what's the harm in asking if she'd like to do it now? and so i ask her if maybe she could fuck me. she probes me with questions and she makes me tell her that i enjoy it, that i cum on her cock every time, that i'm constantly moaning in pleasure when she's inside me. she makes me agree that i feel empty without it, that i'm desperate to please her and be stuffed with cum.

she makes me prove how much i love her cock, and i'm just so needy and desperate that i'd do anything. she makes me suck her off, and it's so so humiliating. she makes me watch her as i bounce my mouth on her cock. it's so thick and just a fraction of it fills my mouth all the way up and tears start spilling from my eyes. she calls me pathetic, that i'm so desperate for cock that i'd suck off my best friend, and that i must just be a total cockslut. she says i can't think of anything other than cock and being stuffed. she gets bored with my weak attempts and starts fucking my throat. she says that pleasing women is what i'm for, and that it's just uncomfortable because i'm not used to it, and once i understand my true purpose it'll get easier.

she doesn't cum in my throat. she forces it out, dripping with my saliva and her precum, and makes me beg her to breed me. i didn't think that she was being serious - i haven't been fertile in years - so i comply and plead with my fogged-up mind for her to cum inside of me and that i'll be good for her and that she can use me whenever she likes and i don't mind. i don't know or care about what i'm saying, i'm just saying anything to have her inside me. i'm too swimmy to think about anything but her cock.

she pulls out her phone and tells me to look up to the camera and say that i need her to breed me full. and i do, just not having enough brain to think about how foolish i was being. and she says i'll take you at your word, and finally, finally, she bends me over. she leaves her phone recording us but i don't notice. she rubs the tip of her cock against my opening and tells me how wet i am for her and how much of a pathetic slut i am. how she bets i can't think of anything other than cock. how she thinks that it's probably all i'm good for. it's torturous, her tip just so so close to what i need, and she just keeps teasing me. i just… adjust my angle, to make penetration easier for her, and she laughs at me for presenting myself, and how i'm just a dumb cockslut, and how she doesn't think there's much brain in there anymore. that i'm basically just a toy for her and her friends to pass around each other, and that i wouldn't mind. she says that they're going to fill me up with cum soooo nicely. that they'll take care of me so well. that my womb will be bulging with cum. that it's what my slutty body was made for: being bred over and over.

i'm squirming on her cock, desperate for her, but she's pinning my hips firmly to the bed and i just can't get it in me and i need it so much and i'm crying a little and i just start moaning please over and over. and she just looks at me and smiles and pets my hair and says, alright boytoy, and she pushes all the way inside me at once and i just. break. and then she starts thrusting and oh my god nothing has ever ever felt this good and she knows it and she asks me doesn't this feel nice and that this is what it could be like every day and i could just be a toy for women to use as they like. she tells me that i'm made for being bred. she grabs my thighs and my ass and tells me how they're all plump and lush and that's the way of nature telling everyone that i'm breedable and she's touching me all over and telling me how sensitive i am and how i wouldn't be so sensitive if i wasn't made to be touched like this. and i'm moaning so much that she can just assume that i agree with every word she says. and i can't think but i know it feels so good and that i need it so so so much and everything she says can be true as long as she never stops ever because nothing else will ever compare.

but i'm wrong. she tells me to beg her for her cum. i let out a string of pleases and moans and she gives me a spank and says properly. and i try so hard to concentrate and say that it'll feel really nice and i want it so much and she's right about everything and that i need it and i'm built for it and please please please. she makes me call her mistress, and i'm so deep in that i don't think about the fact that she's my best friend and we've been friends for years and i'm going to swap all of that to be her cockdrunk toy. and i just say please, mistress, please give me your cum, i need it, i need you, please, i'm so so desperate for it, i can't, i can't do anything but think about it, i'll do anything just please please please come inside of me.

this seems to, just about, satisfy her. she calls me her pathetic cuntboy, and that she'll fix me the cuntboy i was always meant to be. and she starts touching my cocklet and my nipples and i'm so so so close and she's going so fast and i can't and my whole body is overcome with pleasure. my cock is all pink and twitching and leaking and her fingers are magical. and then, pistoning in and out of me, she cums all the way inside me, filling me up, and it's the greatest moment of my life so far and it's so much and it's everything. and i cum but i don't even really notice.

she gives me a kiss on the forehead and tells me that i've done so so well for her, and that i'm going to make such a good toy and be so useful for the community. little do i know that she's planning to use me as an incubator for lesbian couples struggling with fertility so after a month of being fertilised she plans to take out the embryo from me and breed me again. i'm just a breeding machine to her. and she owns me, and that much i already know.

[hellisharchive]

Adam with a bimbo s/o? I know it's not much to go off of but I'm a huge fangirl of your writing and I think you could do so well with this prompt! Have fun!!!

☆ dumb bitch

Summary: Everyone knows you weren't the sharpest tool in the shed, you were pretty but dumb, you were always kind to everyone though. You somehow got the attention of the first man who didn't care how kind you were- he just wanted a good fuck

Warnings: 18+, sexual remarks, implied sex

Pairing: Adam x Bimbo!reader

Notes: Hi yes this took literally 2 months I'm sorry I suck at requests in a managable time 😭😭😭

▶ Adam first saw you and he immediately knew he wanted to fuck. I mean, you were HOT. So of course he hit his shot, he was the first man, Adam! Who wouldn't want the original dick?.

▶ So, he shamelessly went up to you and flirted, causing you to blush and become flustered. You didn't know what he looked like under that mask but his voice was hot. He said he wanted to bring you to his room, what for? You weren't sure. But he he was cute, so you agreed.

▶He noticed that you weren't the smartest and you asked if you were going to watch movies or something, totally not understanding that he wanted to get freaky, and he sighed internally. He got a dumb bitch, didn't he? At least it'll make it easier for him to fuck you silly.

▶ You laughed at his every joke even if they didn't hit as you walked towards his place, it was in the center of Heaven! How'd he manage that? That was only where the highest non human angels lived! You asked him and he sighed interally again before answering. "I'm the first mortal soul here Babe, I got the best of the best".

▶ You both finally made it to his place and you just stared in awe at how pretty it was before oh! He started kissing you! That was unexpected, but you couldn't help but kiss back. Was this why he wanted to take you back? Not to watch movies? Things started to escalate and he dragged you into his bedroom where he shut the door.

▶ Two weeks later, you two fucked regularly, Adam only saw you as a fuck buddy, but you considered it to be a relationship without even him knowing. So you always told people he was your boyfriend and when he finally found out, oh he was PISSED.

▶ You were shocked when he said you two weren't dating, but how? You were together! You were fucking! You liked him! You started to cry because it hurt and he quickly shushed you, trying to calm you down but you kept sobbing.

▶ He thought of something that normally he wouldn't agree to, but he- for some reason- felt terrible for making you cry. He told you that you can officially start dating and you squealed in delight and hugged him. Right after he felt like he was making a huge mistake, but couldn't help it when he felt his heart skip a beat when you hugged him. Oh no, was he forming feelings for you too?

▶ Three months later and the relationship actually was pretty nice, Lute gave him hard shit at first but eventually ended up being fond over you- protective even. He doesn't do "romance" so he had to always get advice on what to do, but he was actually pretty happy with you. It shocked him, but you were such a pure soul he was almost thankful he agreed.

▶ You were as happy as can be and on your first official date, you finally got to watch movies with him. Now every few dates, he always watches the newest movies that come out just to make you happy, he loves to see you smile.

[baby-yongbok]

Okay so here’s my request: a Hyunjin fic Where Hyunjin needs to pee and y/n keeps teasing him and won’t let him go so she straddles his lap and starts making out with him, he keeps warning her that he needs to go but she doesn’t care. Then she asks him to just…let go as she grinds down on him, and he’s really nervous at first but gives in eventually soaking them both. Bonus points is she jerks him off and makes him cum after, gold stars if he pees more in her hand as he orgasms too.

There, good luck w the challenge soldier, I kept this one tame for beginners 🤭

It took me a while, life has been lifeing but I'm here and I DID IT. Once I got into the flow of writing this is came quite easily and was fun to create 😊 Thank you the challenge! Let me know how I did 😅❣️

New Kink

Boyfriend!Hyunjin x Fem!Reader

Genre: Smut

Word Count: 1,527

Warnings: Cursing, Cum tasting (That should be it, so sorry if I missed anything)

✨Masterlist✨

"Come on, you just got here and you want to leave me already?" You pull at your boyfriend's arm, trying to force him onto the couch. He only resists a little bit because he wants to give in to you. You and Hyunjin haven't seen each other for a week since your schedules didn't line up and you want to spend every second you can wrapped in his arms. 

"Angel, it's just for a second. I just have to use the bathroom." Hyunjin pleads with you softly. 

"Is the bathroom more important than me?" You tease once you finally get him to sit on the couch. You quickly get on top of him to keep him from leaving you. "I thought you missed me."

You fake a pout and Hyunjin sighs softly.

"I did miss you, my love. I just need to pee and then I'll be right back." He attempts to push you off of him but you anchor yourself, pressing your crotch against his pelvis. A small grunt erupts from Hyunjin’s throat as he struggles to hold his bladder. 

"You'll be fine, just stay with me." You leave a small kiss on his lips. "I missed you, baby."

You kiss Hyunjin again this time deeper, more passionate than before. He hesitates for a second but kisses you back, matching your passion. One of your hands trail down his chest and the other tangles into his hair. You swivel your hips, grinding into him and he breaks the kiss, groaning deeply. 

"Baby, I'm serious, I really really need to pee. I've been holding it the whole way over here. It'll just take a second."

"How about…" You kiss his neck softly, trailing soft pecks up to his ear. "You just go right here."

You can hear Hyunjin's breath hitch in his throat as you kiss over his adam's apple. 

“I don't think.. that's a good idea." Hyunjin's voice is nearly a whisper. You grin slightly, is he turned on by the thought of that?

"Why not?" You grind against him, pressing your hips hard against his. "You have to go, right?"

A groan that fades into a deep moan passes his lips as he squeezes his eyes shut, his head falling back against the couch. You continue to kiss the soft skin of his neck. Biting softly and sucking a bit. Hyunjin takes a deep breath, trying to control himself. 

"I do.. but not here." You grind into him again, a deeper more pronounced moan leaves his parted lips and a small chuckle escapes you. 

"Come on." You pull away from his neck, peering deep into his unsure gaze. "It's fine. Just go ahead, right here."

You continue to grind into him, you can feel his cock hardening underneath you. Hyunjin's thigh muscles contract as he presses them together. You continue to grind into him. Small moans leaving your lips as you get more into it. Hyunjin’s brows knit together in uncertainty, the pleasure you're providing gradually making it more difficult to hold his bladder. 

"Angel.. I can't hold it, are you sure?" You nod, the soft fabric of your cotton shorts and the friction of his denim jeans causing a delicious ache to form between your thighs. 

"Go ahead." You coo softly as you rock into him. Hyunjin whimpers in response, his eyes still shut but the tension in his eyebrows softens little by little as he lets go. 

You can feel the wet warmth of him under you. You grind into him harder, the wetness of his urine meshing with the slick of your cunt. You lean down, attaching your lips to his hungrily. He kisses you back, hard and rough, your tongues fighting against each others. You feel as the warmth under you expands, soaking your shorts and seeping into the denim of his jeans. The imprint of Hyunjin's hard cock straining against the soaked fabric. You moan into the kiss as Hyunjin lets out a satisfied sigh, his cock twitching at the relief mixed with pleasure. 

"Feel better, baby?" You ask breathlessly against his lips. He moans in response, his hands gripping your hips as you rock against him. 

"You're filthy." He mumbles against your lips, smiling into the kiss. A breathy chuckle escapes you as you lightly bite his bottom lip, pulling at it a bit. 

"I am, aren't I?" You lean up, stripping your shirt off and throwing it to the side. "Let me show you just how filthy I am."

You move yourself off of his lap and sink down to your knees in front of him. Your eyes never leave his dark one's, he watches you carefully, hungrily. You reach for the button of his jeans swiftly undoing it and unzipping his pants. He lifts his hips to allow you access and you fight a bit to get the soaked fabric down his thighs. His jeans pool at his ankles and he steps out of them, leaving him in his soaked briefs. You shimmy them down just enough to have access to his cock and balls. A small moan leaves your lips as your forearm rests against the damp fabric of his briefs to stroke his dick. 

"Show me, angel." 

You lean up on your knees, sticking your tongue out of your mouth with a collection of spit waiting to drip from the tip of it. You dip your head down, licking up his member, collecting the taste of him and the mess that he made moments before. A pornographic moan leaves your lips as you reach the head of his cock, sucking on it briefly before pulling away with a trail of spit connecting you to him. 

"Fuck, baby, I'm a bit sensitive." You moan in response as you dip down to taste him again, Your tongue flat against the underside of his cock and swirling around the head before you take more of him into your mouth. The warmth of your mouth makes Hyunjins toes curl in pleasure.

“My filthy little angel.” Hyunjin coos at you, lacing his slender fingers into your hair and guiding you up and down his length. “You like tasting the mess I made? You like being soaked in my piss?”

You groan around his shaft, the vibrations of your throat sending chills up Hyunjins spine. You reach down between your legs and rub yourself over your piss soaked shorts. The wet fabric creates delicious friction against your bare core. You moan at the sensation as you continue to bob your head, taking him deeper down your throat each time. Using your free hand you start to pay attention to his balls, rubbing at the twin globes and covering them with the spit that dribbles down from the hilt of Hyunjins cock. You choke around him when he pushes your head down a bit, holding you there for a second to indulge in the way your throat contracts around him. 

“Oh, fuck you’re gonna make me cum.” You look up at him with your bright eyes. His brows are knitted together in pleasure as he watches you, teeth sunken into his bottom lip and his chest rising and falling quickly. 

You moan as you start to reach your peak as well, bucking against your own hand desperately. The cold and wet sensation of your urine soaked shorts serves as a delicious contrast to the burning in your belly. 

“Fuck, baby, I’m cumming.” You pull back from his cock, panting a bit as you move your hand from his balls to his shaft. You stroke him at the same pace that you were previously bobbing your head making sure to keep him on the edge.

 “Shit.” Hyunjin groans, his head falling back against the couch as he releases all over your hand. Him cum dripping down onto his soaked briefs. You reach your climax seconds after, squirting a bit and soaking your shorts all over again. 

You notice a bit of piss mixed arousal spurt up from his cock, falling against your hand and dripping down. Small moans fall from both of your lips as you come down from your high, your hips slowly rock into your hand, mixing the fluids that are responsible for your dripping shorts. You slowly stop stroking Hyunjin, a bead of mixed arousal escapes him before you let go of his member, allowing it to rest against his clothed stomach. 

“Fuck.” You whisper breathlessly as you rise from your knees. “You okay, baby?”

Hyunjin shakes his head, resting his hand over his chest. 

“That was fucking hot.” He chuckles, a small smirk pulling at his lips. You sit next to him and he turns his head to the side to gaze over at you. You smile back to him and glance down at his cum stained briefs. You take up a bit of his mixed arousal with two of your fingers, he watches as you bring them up to your mouth and taste it, sucking on your fingers like a lollipop. A low moan escapes you as the taste of him covers your tongue. Once you’re satisfied you release your fingers with a slight ‘pop’

“New kink unlocked”

[eldritch-spouse]

I want to know how many monsters spend their paychecks at Gallon's bar crying because they developed feelings for Santi 💀

" I just... He's so amazing man. I don't even know why I'm crying, I don't deserve him. "

The latest sad sap cries onto his precious counter. Gallon circumvents them to give Fasma a shot of plain whiskey.

" You really don't. " He mumbles.

" H- Huh? "

" Nothing. Say champ, why not have another night with the hunk if you like him so much? " The bartender tilts his head, trying to cheer up the loser, or get them off his metaphorical nuts.

The monster sniffles, looking into the distance, where none other than the incubus is seen on his knees, hands on his thighs and tongue out as he apparently waits for a woman to squirt in his mouth while her hammered friends cheer her on. Gallon follows their gaze. Yeah, seems like a standard night for the resident manwhore.

" Just look at him, so radiant, so perfect. I don't want sex, dude- I want to love him! "

Fasma grimaces, definitely not because of the alcohol. He's seen Santi effortlessly do some of the dirtiest shit he could ever imagine, the thought of kissing those lips could send the old geezer into an early grave.

Gallon continues to work. " Oh boy. " He hopes this one makes a scene. It's a bit fun when they break down and throw a tantrum because the incubus won't give them the light of day unless they're putting out.

The depressed sod sniffles. " Do you think I have a chance? I... I have his phone number. "

Everyone and their mother has Santi's phone number. Maybe their father too.

Gallon grins creepily wide. " Suuure buddy, give it an honest shot. The worst he can say is no, right? " Fasma wordlessly shakes his head in disapproval of the slime's cruelty.

His client starts clumsily tip-tapping at their phone, likely typing something extensive and heartfelt, and now Gallon has to admit he's invested. If only because he knows how it'll end, and he likes to see the light fade from a hopeless romantic's eyes.

A phone eventually pings on the opposite corner of the counter, Santi's. It prompts the incubus to come over, still sucking the cuntjuice out of his fingers, some coating his chin. He doesn't bother to look around as he unlocks his device and squints at the notification. Gallon, Fasma and the client are eerily silent while he opens the text.

The incubus reads about the first three lines, frowns, then looks up. " Gallon, are you busy? "

" Uhh... Not any more than usual, why? "

The phone is slid his way. " Write me a rejection message here, please. I don't want this one coming back. "

And just like that, he turns back around, likely to see if any of the other girls can play with him too.

Gallon has to contain a maddening bark of laughter that is slowly turning him orange. He didn't even recognize the mess of a monster looking so hopefully at him from just across the counter. Oh that has got to sting!

He absolutely loses his cool and has to muffle his cackling when the monster in question wails brokenly and buries their head in their arms, sobbing like a dejected baby.

Fasma pats their back twice. They need that whiskey more than him.

[tigergirltail]

TIGER HRT CHAPTER 4 - MONTH 3 - GROWING PAINS

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Everything hurts.

I started noticing it about two weeks after my first dose. It felt like a dull headache at first, but over the next month it spread to pretty much my entire body.

I had to start working from home, and eventually it got bad enough that I could only put in a few hours of work each day. My boss is a reasonable enough guy, but he wasn't going to pay a full time salary for part time hours, so I had to take a salary cut.

Luckily, my partner is around to take care of daily errands, not to mention being there to reassure and comfort me when the pain gets bad. They've been thinking about seeing if Lindwurm HRT is a thing, but they don't want to get the process started until I'm in the clear and can take care of myself again.

Gods I love them.

The reason the pain is happening, as best I can tell, is that my skeletal structure is already changing. I've gotten at least an inch taller, and my face has been reshaping into a feline muzzle. My teeth are getting sharper, and I'm developing proper fangs. I also noticed a little while ago that my fingernails and toenails had receded into their respective digits, which sucks for two reasons - I can't paint fingernails I don't have, and they are sore as HELL when I put any amount of pressure on them. I have to be REALLY careful with how I type to not inflict agony on myself. I'm also feeling my tail growing in, and even if it hurts, it's euphoric as HELL. A tail was always the part I wanted most out of this.

It's weird, the skeletal changes weren't supposed to happen this early. I've been trying to reach Dr. Erian about it, but he's constantly busy, probably because of the sudden surge of people looking for Humanity Removal Therapy.

Other than that, I've been getting areas of white and black fur coming in - mostly on my arms and legs, but a little bit on my face and ears - ears that are gradually reshaping and migrating. Nothing to report on hearing sensitivity, but I think my night vision is getting better.

I did a little bit of looking around for anyone with similar pain experiences. I got my hopes up when I found a girl, Antonina, who had a painful experience with Cat HRT, but it turns out it's because she took the rumoured Fifteen Minute version. She described the pain as "like bathing in an active volcano".

It leaves me wondering whether I would have preferred a 15-minute lava bath over a months-long full-body headache.

I ended up reaching out to her anyway, just because I wanted to know what I was in for in the endgame and feline HRT is rarer than I thought it would be. Sounds like the prey drive is the real deal - she keeps feeling the urge to bite this one girl who's on mouse HRT.

We've been spending some time comparing notes and getting to know each other. It's nice to know someone else who's going through this thing, even if our experiences aren't exactly one-to-one.

I also talked to my mother for the first time in nearly a year. I went No Contact with her a while back because she was only getting more obnoxious and combative about me being trans, but I figured changing my species is a big enough deal that I should keep her in the loop.

Besides, my savings had nearly dried up and I needed to ask her for money.

It… did not go well. She hadn't heard of therian HRT before, and once I explained it, she started panicking about how I'm "mutilating my body" with "untested treatments". I think I also heard her cry something about how her "son" is "killing himself", which is just multiple layers of insensitive.

At least she sent me some money. Hopefully it'll be enough to last until my transformation stops being agonizing and I can go back to work, and then I can go right back to pretending my family doesn't exist.

At roughly the three-month mark, I have a check-in video call with Dr. Erian. From the moment his face appears on screen, though, I can tell something is wrong. He seems… older, somehow.

"Hello, Miss Alexis.", he offers. He sounds tired. Sorrowful, even.

"Hey, doc." I have to ask about it. "Everything okay? You seem a bit tired."

"Nothing to worry about Miss Alexis, just the ordinary stresses of daily life."

Liar. I know I'm not entitled to details of your personal life, much less your professional secrets, but I know when something is eating at someone.

"…Does the word 'crossroads' mean anything to you, Miss Alexis?"

Huh? That came a bit out of left field. "I've… heard some other therian HRT patients use the term, but I don't know much of the details. Something about a point of no return?"

"Something of the sort." He lowers his head and seems to go from sorrowful to downright grim. "There will come a time, Miss Alexis, when you will have to make a very important decision in your care, and I ask that you do so with great consideration for the consequences."

I recoil a little in my seat. "Yeah… Of course I will. Any decision I make, even reaching out to you in the first place, I don't take it lightly."

"Good… That's good." His demeanor shifts back to his stoic, clinical self. I don't know what just happened, but he went somewhere for a moment there.

"Now then, I did receive your messages, I apologize for not getting back to you. You mentioned you were experiencing persistent and debilitating whole-body soreness?"

"Yeah. I can't even leave the apartment most days, it hurts so much."

"Odd… You are taking the treatment as directed, yes?"

"Of course. One tablespoon a week, just like it says on the bottle."

I see his eyes twitch behind his glasses. Did I say something wrong?

"…Teaspoon."

I cock my head to the side. "Say again?"

"You mean one TEASPOON a week, yes?"

I feel my heart sink. The dark smear on the dosage information… I could have sworn it said '1 tbsp/week'.

"…Could you hold on a second please?" I mute the mic and call out to my partner to bring the bottle of tiger HRT over. When they do, I unmute and hold it up to the webcam. I hear Dr. Erian take a sharp intake of breath as he notices the obscured instructions.

I set the bottle aside and the two of us share an awkward silence.

"So…", I begin. "…How bad is it?"

"The good news", he offers slowly, "is that you have only been taking three times the prescribed dose. An increased dose imbalances the growth rate of the different parts of your body, hence your pain and persistent weakness, but it could have been much worse."

I think back to the so-called Fifteen Minute version, and Antonina's description of it - like bathing in an active volcano.

Dr. Erian continues. "Assuming you return to a CORRECT dose, your growth rates will gradually level out over the course of the next month or so. It is my medical opinion that you should maintain a low-activity lifestyle until then, but you will eventually be able to return to your typical activity level, and you will also find that the physical effects become more… consistent."

"That's… reassuring. Thank you, doctor." I pause. Something I noticed a little while ago has been weighing on my mind. "There's one thing, though - do the treatments have… I guess you'd call them restorative or regenerative effects? I've noticed some old wounds aren't there anymore."

The doctor clicks his pen and brings up his notepad. "Interesting. Do go on, Miss Alexis."

"Well… I used to get lower back pain from a car crash injury I got a little over a year ago, but I haven't noticed it at all lately. Pretty much the only part that DOESN'T hurt… There also used to be some marks on my arm from a cat biting me when I was little." I give a slight smile. "The cat's name was Tiger, go figure."

Dr. Erian is writing the whole time I'm talking. "Yes, that is to be expected. Minor persistent injuries will fade over time as your body re-forms itself to a new baseline, even severe chronic symptoms may fade. If there are no other concerns…"

"Just one… Most of the other therian HRT patients I've talked to have gotten their meds as pills, so what's with the potion bottle?"

Dr. Erian pauses, and adjusts his glasses nervously, as if he's been caught out on something he doesn't want to admit to. "Well… advances in the field are occurring rapidly, and you are one of the more recent patients, so a more… streamlined option was available to you. I took the liberty of choosing the most compatible option based on your medical records, and that bottle is it."

"Okay… But what's IN it?"

"The active ingredients are antihominidone, which is your humanity-blocker, and a specialized formula of felistrogen, infused with white tiger genetic material. The rest of the fluid is a suspension used to dilute the effects, without which you would be looking at a short, but excruciating and potentially lethal process."

The Fifteen Minute version, I think to myself. I'm taking diluted Fifteen Minute meds. There's no WAY this isn't experimental, and I'M the experiment. I despise saying it, but maybe my mother was right to worry.

"But I'm afraid I really do have to go, Miss Alexis, my next appointment is waiting."

"G-gotcha. See ya, doctor."

---

Special thanks to @paintedbytosia for letting me write her in, and shoutout to @megamoonerjenny for coming up with 'antihominidone'

[mychlapci]

This woke me up last night in a cold sweat before I passed back out but here:

So off of that one mer!prowl ask about them cleaning his tank and putting him somewhere else, what if it was the Constructicons' tank? They seem to be in hibernation, just resting in a big pile of barely twitching fins and claws and Prowl, while a bitch, seems to leave other mers alone for the most part so long as he doesn't get a stick up his tail about something. For a temporary tank moving, it seems like it'll work!

What they didn't know is that it's not hibernation; it's reproductive torpor. Either they're like clownfish with only one carrier at a time (who was Scrapper that's missing/dead/etc) or they're a stud group for Megatron, but without their MegaMommy around, there's no activation to their rut, so torpor it is until the breeding season passes.

But then Prowl gets dumped into their tank, irritated and snappy and unintentionally acting like a bratty, interested carrier challenging them. So by the time the caretakers come back, first they think Prowl tank hopped somehow because they can't see him.

Then someone sees the frantically twitching edge of a doorwing/doorfin in the middle of the tight knot of the Constructicons and eventually they find the right angle to look at to see Prowl getting all the spike. Two shoved in his valve, one in his mouth, another each in both of his hands and the Constructicons have their hands all over him, fondling everywhere; especially his generously heavy titties. Mixmaster and Scavenger are even sucking on them greedily, biting and squeezing to get his milk, switching between the six titties to get them all leaking. Prowl's twitching and jerking but no one can tell if it's him fighting to get away, to get more or just muscle jerks in reaction to what's going on.

By the time they're done, he is Round. Prowl can't even move, just laying there on the bottom of the tank, limp and twitching with the occasional doorfin flutter as he stares upwards in stunned shock.

There's no removing him either. The Constructicons quickly move him into their cave nest and besides, it'd be so mean to take their new carrier away, wouldn't it?

And even after he delivers, he's immediately pregnant again; either because the Constructicons were on him the second the last egg/pup slipped out or they stuffed him so full and heavy with transfluid his body retained a near lifetime's supply's worth. So the second his tank's empty, his own body immediately refills it with the retained transfluid to start a fresh new pregnancy.

So that's now his life; fat and heavy with eggs and pups for the Constructicons.

hgrhh I remember that ask, yeah, I think I even mentioned that he gets put in with the constructicons. or someone else did. anyways, God, I need bitchy mer Prowl to get put in his place by big, strong studs. The Constructicons felt like Primus listened and sent them a cute little feisty carrier to interrupt their breeding season stupor. Finally, a tight little hole they can fill with their transfluid, and for how much Prowl threatens to bite, he's actually pretty docile once there's a spike inside of him. valve swallowing each pump of cum greedily <33

He definitely becomes a permanent resident of the tank... The staff has to leave him in there because the constructicons keep getting him pregnant over and over again and they don't want to separate him from his stud, not when Prowl gets too fat with pups that he cannot swim on his own. Letting five large mers manhandle him around the tank is actually very good for Prowl.

[cinnasweetss]

karmic lover | p.wb

SYNOPSIS: in which you come to wonbin as a karmic lover for all he's done, and continues to do, to julie. now he's forced to imagine you in her place.

GENRE: smut, pwp.

CONTENT: wonbin is the biggest dick on the planet (has the biggest one too), wonbin is in a relationship with julie, oral (m receiving), protected sex, mentions of cheating, reader is not actually involved just mentioned, wonbin is delusional as hell, mentions of wonbin taking readers virginity, other shit I know I'm forgetting to add.

A/N: I can definitely expand on this if need be...I actually just cut this part out of a whole fic I wrote and it made it into a standalone. lollll.

every day, around the clock, even in his dreams, you're all park wonbin can think about. the park wonbin who's known to be the campus' resident dick. literally and figuratively. known cheater and manipulator. especially when it comes to julie.

which is why he's been ignoring her, minus the fact they're supposed to be taking time away from each other.

julie comes in using the key that is for emergencies only. the key that wonbin should've given to sungchan instead. he'll have to get those locks changed eventually.

"Why haven't you answered my texts?" wonbin is everything but happy to see her. wishing she'd go away until he gets the feelings he has for you to go away. "We broke up." it's an exaggeration that makes julie roll her eyes. taking a break and breaking up are two different things. to her at least.

"Won..." she says, inching closer to wrap her arms around his torso. "let's make up, hm? you said you wouldn't do it anymore...I believe you." except he has, he never stopped. doesn't really plan on it either, he knows he only has to swear he'll never do it again for julie to fall right back in his lap. "Hm?"

he only does it because he thinks it'll help him stop thinking about you, that's all it is. that's why he kisses her, caressing her cheek like he did yours. making her get on her knees so he can imagine its you instead. imagine its you pulling him out of his sweats, you pushing his half hard cock past your lips that haven't touched any others but his. you that works and sucks his cock like its the last on earth.

he can imagine it, vividly, just as soon as he shuts his eyes. if he can't see her, he can imagine its you instead. it is you, its you choking on his length as he pushes it past your throat, you gagging around him so much it feels euphoric. he grabs your head, pushing your nose to his navel as he jams into your throat with no mercy. You try and push him away, give yourself room to breathe, but he won't let up.

not when he realizes its julie instead of the woman he wants it to be.

he pulls out of her mouth, pulling her over to his bedroom just a few feet away, and shoving her on his bed. the bed where he had you just a few nights before. writhing and squirming underneath him as he took your innocence.

he rips her out of her clothes, pulling her out her matching set that he didnt waste a single second looking at. a matching set that you wouldn't even put on. its quick, flipping her over so she bares her ass at him, and reaching in his nightstand to pull a condom on.

he needs to move quick, keep you in his head before he realises its julie, before he has a chance to get soft. he stuffs himself in her without a word. "Bin!" she cries, back arching just the way he likes it, back arching to where he can easily grab ahold of her hips and jam his cock into her. "missed this pussy...so much." it's for you, but it's okay if she hears it because right now she is you. he's able to slip back into imagining its you, and its so real.

"fuck, y/- julie. shit. just like that." her name tastes bitter in his mouth even though he's said it many of times before he met you. "baby! oh, god!" she's so oblivious wonbin feels a little bad for her. but not for long. only because her continuous outburst are pulling him from his fantasy.

he has to bend down and place his hand over his mouth to quiet her because she sounds nothing like you. this way he can ignore the muffled moans as he continues to use her. using her to get himself off because he can't have you. you're supposed to stay the girl he cheated on his girlfriend with. nothing more. you're not supposed to take Julie's place.

[frostedshore]

I'm a sims 3 girlie and I'm gonna make a long post abt my experience as a NEW sims 2 player. I know nobody cares about this but this is my blog I can do whatever I want!!! And I wanna write appreciation for sims 2.

Ok so first of all, playing ts2 from ts3 is HARD. I underestimated sims 2. Before playing it, I already have prejudice that it will have less content than sims 3 & that the experience of playing sims 2 will be boring bc there is less lifetime goals, no traits, and less gameplay. And I was right. The first time I played sims 2, I found myself getting bored playing with Strangetown. My first gameplay was playing 1 rotation with all of sims 2 strangetown households & I thought to myself "damn i really have to force myself playing with so many households so everybody age up." I closed my game & think so myself "yep. I'm never gonna play sims 2 again." Don't get me wrong, the story of Strangetown is AWESOME. But the lack of gameplay makes me feel like i'm stuck with doing the same mundane tasks again and again for a week with every household (ex: making sure my sims got promoted, taking care of needs, socializing). I admit that going on dates are more fun in sims 2 but it isn't enough to hook me.

Tbh I can't play sims 4 bc it feels like dollhouse simulator. And sims 2 feels a little bit like dollhouse simulator too at first. The reason why I love the sims 3 so much is because of the sims 3 skill challenges. I love that if you play the guitar in 10 parties you will get a bigger tip every time you perform for tips in public. Or if you do an interaction for a certain amount you will get special perks. This is the same reason why I love playing stardew valley and feel so much joy when my character fall asleep & level up their farming/foraging/fishing & unlock new craftables/abilities/gameplay.

But then I tried giving sims 2 a second chance, and this time I play with open for business & this EP CHANGED MY LIFE. OFB is the best sims EP ever. The gameplay is SMOOTH & I've never felt so much joy from playing ANY sims games. It's so awesome bc we can make any business we want! And I eventually fall in love with sims 2 rotational gameplay when I do a BACC challenge & made my own hood with 4 founding families where each family have a role & businesses. Farmers in my hood own a grocery store & my restaurant owner buy his ingredients from them. I also make my 'mechanic' sim service sims, meaning that when I'm playing with another family & their plumbing broke, my mechanic sim (who also run a business where he restore junk cars) will come & fix their plumbing for them. Everyone's life is intertwined and they all need each other. My mayor sim also collect money from the households, and once the mayor have enough money to build a new park, the townies will have more places to visit. So I'm always motivated to make each rotation counts & tried to make as much money as possible.

After playing TS2, i'm not sure how I can go back to playing sims 3. Climbing the corporate ladder with sims 3 job now feels meaningless and sims 3 outings SUCKS. But I am still frustrated with the lack of gameplay sims 2 have compared to sims 3. I just want sims 2 to have all of sims 3 gameplay & it'll be my ultimate dream game😭 (yes now i prefer sims 2 graphics + rotational/aging system + loading screens + the freedom to decorate the hood + etc.) I just need sims 2 to have more skills, opportunities, skill challenges, interactions, and traits & I won't even look at any sims games that are being developed like paralives/inzoi😭 I really do think sims 2 found the formula for the perfect life simulator, but it's flawed. Anyways if you're a sims 3 girlie who only ever played sims 3, do give sims 2 a chance :D You won't regret it!

[fairyhaos]

❍ the 2k event: hoshi + silly

alternative title: the morality of silly string

pairing: hoshi x gn!reader

genre: non-idol au, established relationship, crack, fluff

word count: 1018

warnings: none

event taglist (send ask to be added): @slytherinshua @rubywonu @pepperonijem @amxlia-stars @weird-bookworm @hannyoontify @my-moarmy-heart @suminsfav @minhui896 @haocovr @lockburn-castle @sweet-like-caramel @horanghae8 @graybaeismytae @karionice @hopetiger10 @etherealyoungk

"Are you really sure that Jeonghan will be okay with us spraying his entire house in silly string?"

"Of course not!" Soonyoung chirps, cheerfully. "He's gonna hate us for it."

You blink. "Wait, what? Soonyoung, I agreed because I thought that Jeonghan asked you to do this for him!"

Earlier that day, your boyfriend had woken you up with a grin and a kiss and asked if you wanted to come out and buy tens of cans of silly string with him. 

"It's for Jeonghan's house," Soonyoung had explained. "I'm thinking at least thirty. Maybe even fifty cans, if we wanna fully cover his entire house." 

You'd blinked. "Does Jeonghan want this?"

Soonyoung had grinned, waving his hands. "Of course he does! You know those weird moods that he gets in. He'd love his house covered in silly string."

Now, he laughs at your mildly annoyed face as you help him carry the bags of cans back home. 

"Soonyoung. Babe. Are you telling me you lied to me?"

Soonyoung just laughs harder. "I can't believe you believed me! You normally see right through my lies."

You roll your eyes as your boyfriend continues to cackle maniacally, before eventually nudging him to get him to stop when the passersby start giving the two of you more and more suspicious looks. 

"You're still gonna help though, right?" Soonyoung asks once his laughter dies down. 

"Hmm… I dunno…"

"No! Y/N, please please please help me," he begs, and he tries to clasp his hands together before remembering the plastic bags in his hands, and resorts to giving you the biggest, saddest pleading eyes that he can muster. "Do it for me! Please please please!"

You look at him for a long moment before your face melts into a smile. "Well, maybe I do secretly want to silly string Jeonghan's house, deep down. It'll be the perfect form of payback for when he broke into our house during the night and toilet papered all our furniture for April Fool's this year."

"Oh yeah!" Soonyoung frowned at the memory. "That sucked. It took ages to unwrap the fridge, too. I was starving the entire time."

You nod your head resolutely. "This can be our revenge. Let's go, Soonyoung. Let's do it tonight."

"Aw, yes!"

———————————— 🏠

"Are you sure we should be doing this? What if he gets really mad?"

Soonyoung stares at you in disbelief. "Y/N," he says. "We're at his house already. Are you seriously backing out now?"

It's the middle of the night, and you and Soonyoung are hiding behind a couple of cars parked on the street, peering over the bonnets to look at Jeonghan's house. The windows are all dark, and you're sure that Jeonghan is probably in bed right now, oblivious to the chaos that Soonyoung is hell-bent on bringing to him. 

You, however, are having second thoughts. 

"How are we gonna explain this? He's gonna be so mad. He's gonna get back at us for this, you know. What if he breaks into our apartment again as payback? And, I dunno, turns all our clocks three hours forward?"

"Um." Soonyoung's lips twitch. "That's a pretty tiresome way to get payback. I don't think Jeonghan would do that."

"You never know," you hiss back. "Jeonghan is petty as hell. He could do anything."

Soonyoung nods, agreeing. "True."

You slap his arm. "Plus, this stuff isn't biodegradable! We're damaging our planet!"

"Uh, we bought the environmentally friendly silly string for that exact reason—"

"And how is he ever gonna get this off? Silly string is sticky as hell!"

"Babe, I said that that was kinda the point—"

"And also!" You wring your hands together. "What if he finds out that we did this to his house? He's literally in there right now, he could open his curtains and see us!"

"We'll explain this as early Halloween decorations. Say we accidentally got our calendar mixed up."

"That's not gonna help explain ourselves!" you protest. 

Soonyoung shrugs. "Well, we're not gonna have to explain ourselves if we work fast and get out of here quickly."

His message is clear, for you to hurry up and stop talking, but you ignore it with a frown. 

"This feels wrong. I think this is a bad idea."

"Babe, are you really going to talk about the moral nature of silly stringing your friend's house?" Soonyoung asks, tilting his head. "Because I'm pretty sure it's not moral, but it's not immoral either."

"Yeah, it's just stupid!"

"I'm glad you agree!" Soonyoung grins, and gives you a kiss to the top of your head before jumping up, cans in hand. "I'm gonna go do his porch. You can sit here and worry your pretty little head off, or you can help me, babe. It's up to you."

And with that, he scurries away, and you're torn between being annoyed (endeared) by his behaviour and giggling at his words. 

You settle for glaring at his silhouette instead, lips twitching slightly at the hilarious sight that is Soonyoung darting from one car to another, leaping over the fence and hiding behind bushes, rolling down the pathway before getting to the porch. 

He's so weird. 

God, you love him so much. 

That's how you end up gradually creeping out from the side of the car, opening Jeonghan's front gate and slowly crunching your way down his gravel pathway until you're right next to him.

"Hey. Y/N."

You look at Soonyoung, prepared to tell him that you're gonna dump all the blame on him the second Jeonghan spots you two, but your boyfriend is grinning at you, all bright and adoring as he stops in the middle of silly stringing Jeonghan's porch, and you pause. 

He leans in and kisses you quickly. "I love you."

You roll your eyes. "You're just saying that to get me to help you silly string his house, aren't you?"

"Maybe. Is it working?"

"...Perhaps."

"Ha! I knew it, you can't resist me."

"Okay, nevermind, I'm not helping."

"No, wait! Sorry. I love you. Please help me."

"...You're lucky I love you too."

[shuhwaa]

Winter | Drunk Confessions

Aespa Winter x fem!reader words: ~1k genre: fluff, friends to lovers, a tiny bit of angst warnings: alcohol consumption

Desc.: You and your friend Minjeong have recently started dating, but somehow you both don't find it easy to take the leap from a simple friendship to a romantic relationship.

"You're drunk," you say as Minjeong sits down next to you on the floor cross-legged, wobbling from side to side and almost falling backwards in the process.

"Am not!" she refutes immediately, pouting at you. The blush covering her entire face makes you chuckle, and the way she cutely whines at your reaction causes your heart to skip a beat. 

She hasn't been your girlfriend for long - even though you've known each other for years you only just started dating recently, and you're still at the stage where you're not sure how far you can go with each other. On one hand you don't want to rush things - on the other your mind is traveling at a billion miles per hour, reminding you of all the things you want to do to her and try out with her. So maybe it wasn't the smartest decision ever to have a little drinking party at your place, but so far it seems only one of you can feel the buzz, and you sure as hell won't make a move on her like this.

"I'll get you some water," you suggest, already getting up, but Minjeong objects.

"Mh-mh," she shakes her head in disapproval, clutching her cup in her hands.

"It'll do you good," you insist. "You can keep drinking afterwards." Your girlfriend lets her gaze wander to the floor now, watching the way she's wiggling her toes inside the cute socks you had gifted her for her last birthday. 

"Fiiiine," she eventually gives in, adding under her breath, "party pooper." You snort at her words, but you can’t be mad at her, so you merely laugh. She glances up at you and smiles as well, before looking back at her feet shyly, and once again you can't but think about how much you love this girl. 

When you come back to the room with a small bottle of water, you find Minjeong quickly tearing the bottle of soju in her hand away from her lips, accidentally spilling a few drops in the process. You sigh, and you're quick to take the bottle away from her, making her whine. Instead, you hand her the water and wait until she finally takes a few sips of it.

"Why are you so set on getting wasted today?" you ask as you sit down next to her, knees touching. Minjeong looks away, sucking in her bottom lip and biting down on it, as if she had been caught doing something she shouldn't.

"I just..." she begins talking, but goes silent eventually.

"Hey," you say, keeping your tone soft. "You can tell me anything, you know that." You give her an encouraging smile as soon as she looks at you briefly, and after she lets out a sigh, she says,

"It just... feels weird, you know? We've been friends for so long and now suddenly... we're dating. And I don't know how to act around you anymore."

"Oh..." You didn't know she was this troubled by the situation. "I mean... nothing much has changed anyway-" you attempt to assure her, but she cuts you off.

"What do you mean - nothing?" she replies. "Everything has changed! I keep wanting to hold your hand but it feels like I can't do that anymore, and I keep wanting to hug you and..." she goes very quiet, "I want to kiss you so badly, it's driving me crazy. Because you're right there and now that you're my girlfriend I should be able to do that, but it feels like I can't. That feels so bad..." You're stunned by her words for a moment, but then you speak.

"I know. I feel the same, actually," you confess. Minjeong's eyes widen in surprise. "Do you know how many times I can't stop thinking about finally kissing you but then I just can't seem to find the courage to actually do it?"

"You too...?" she mumbles as she leans closer, and very slowly her gaze drops to your lips. "Then..." she whispers, "how about now? Do you think you can kiss me now?" 

Her question certainly makes you nervous, but you also know it's now or never. So you nod, and as you do, you're already leaning in, and before you know it your lips are already firmly pressed against hers. She doesn't hesitate to kiss you back, slowly but with determination, figuring out a pace that works for the both of you while not even thinking about pulling back. Your hand finds her cheek, and you let your fingers run through her hair until eventually you're supporting her by the back of her head. She runs her tongue across your lips in response, and you deepen the kiss. You're not sure if it's the alcohol or the way she tastes so sweet to you, but you're certainly getting drunk on something, and you pull her closer. Parting for a moment to catch your breath, you find a need for more in her dark eyes, and so you wordlessly reconnect your lips with hers. 

You’re sharing kisses for what feels like both half an eternity and still a way too short time, until eventually you just sit there with your foreheads rested against the other's and your fingers intertwined.

"I didn't think... it could be this easy," Minjeong mutters, before letting out a short laugh. "So we're really lovers now, huh?"

"Yeah..." you say, unable to contain your smile as joy flows through your entire body. "I'm so glad to finally have you," you add, and you press another peck to her lips.

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cw: virgin!bakugou x reader, oral, blowjob, riding, praise, a little bit of a hair pulling kink, breeding kink etc. // fem!male!gn reader friendly.

music: for those who like to read with some on! this is my personal fav, has channeled a lot of nsfw writing :)

fuck there's just something about virgin!bakugou x reader. like it's always him corrupting the reader but what if it was switched?

mf is so sensitive. like let's say first time making out and you're on his lap and positioned just right so when it gets heated you start subconsciously grinding back and forth on his cock. and groping each other and surprise he gets a boner.

he'll think about how he could feel your hotness through his pants and if you don't stop soon he's gonna cum in his pants like a little schoolboy.

he'd excuse himself to the bathroom and pull a quick yank because he was so embarrassed.

your first time seeing his cock is for sure an experience. solid 7 or 7.5 when hard. fucking rigid and vein-y and girthy and all the dirty words you can think of. dripping in pre-cum because his body has never had somebody elses touch on him like that.

imagine stroking his cock for the first time. a simple handjob would send him to outer space. everything you're doing is like magic to him. you listen to every single lewd moan he lets out.

he's fucking his cock into your hands (yes hands cause he's a big boy!) like a bitch. im telling you the first time you make him cum like that he has tears in his pretty little eyes from how good it was.

how about sucking him off for the first time? he has a hand over his eyes because he doesn't want you to see how they're going cross-eyed. his hand eventually falls off and goes to your head gripping it like his life depending on it as you sucked the life out of him. giving you the view to his entire face. his lips are bitten red and almost dripping blood because he doesn't want to let out any of the humiliating sounds that want to come out. but little grunts and whimpers come out any way. his curls sticking to his forhead from how sweaty he is.

he's trying to control himself so hard but poor baby is losing his mind in pleasure. his thighs are twitching and he's shaking as he nears his release. every gag and loud slurry gurgle is pushing him off. he wants to cum so bad but he doesn't want this to end. doesn't know how he has ever called something as good when he had never before had your hot wet mouth sucking him dry. the minute you take all of him, your nose brushing his blonde pubes, and look up at his eyes. tears in yours and his, making eye contact. he explodes.

eating you out for the first time? baby doesn't know anything. knows what a clitoris is but needs help finding it. i think everyone makes a mistake talking about how he'd be a sex god or some shit but he wouldn't just let anybody fuck around with him yk. so he's new to everything. he's watched a few pornos sure but it doesn't compare to the real deal.

cont. so he instead kitten licks around your sopping cunt so slowly. savouring every drop like it's his last. he doesn't even realize he's teasing you because he's trying to listen to your moans and whimpers. trying to figure out when they increase because he did something right. your hand is in his hair pulling him face first into your cunt, your thighs squishing around his head. and he can feel his cock throb in his pants. did he have a thing for suffocating on pussy? yes probably.

when he finally finds your sweet clit, he's ruthless in bringing you pleasure. he'll start off by sucking and licking but as you get closer he'll start biting and pulling on it. it'll take a while to make you come because it's his first time (give him some slack) but eventually as he eats you out more he learns and improves from them. now anytime he's horny or he's bored. he'll gobble you down like a pro. sometimes he'll do it just for fun. will make you sit on his face and make him unable to be breathe, slick and cum running down his throat. by the end he leaves your entire body shaking.

for the ones with a dick/or with a strap-on:: be kind on him!! he's never sucked dick before so he's just like 'what do i do' as he stares at it. sure he's seen you do it but with him it's different. he doesn't want to hurt you. so you'll have to gently coax him and teach him the right way to grip and take it in his mouth. forgot to mention for the ones with pussies but this also works for the boys, he's such a messy eater. he's drooling and choking on your cock. after the first few times he learns it well but he still likes it when you guide him with a hand in his hair. fuck him raw !! seriously. he likes it rough. likes the burn and likes the feeling of being used.

imagine teaching him how to finger you. he's kissing and sucking on your soft tights as he experiments with one finger and then two and eventually makes it to three calling you so many pretty names.

sure he'd degrade you when he's fucking you. calling you a "stupid fucking slut" but foreplays different. praise drips out of him like it's second nature which is so shocking to you the first time.

he tries to be quiet in the beginning of learning everything for the sake of any dignity left. but once he starts putting his tip into your tight hole it's a game over for him.

he's lost in another dimension. he's never felt this kind of pleasure before so his head shoots off his shoulders when he sees you fuck yourself on his cock because he kinda just froze and you were impatient to get him inside you.

let's say this is after he becomes a pro-hero. denki and the rest of the gang probably got laid way before him cause he was trying to focus on hero work rather than relationships because "they were a distraction". so the only sex talk he hears are all the details through their shared gc. or on random drunken weekends, with few coherent words.

so obviously he thought everything was bs until he put in an inch in you. sorry guys but he wouldn't last 2 minutes once he's all the way in. he get's better at controlling himself but the first few times he cums way before you do and is so embarrassed at being such a bad boyfriend. you have to assure him it's okay and only natural. so he makes you cum another way to finish you off.

oh did i mention his thing with hair? he loves having his hair pulled. be it be when he's fucking you and you need something to hold onto or when you're guiding him to eat you out. he loves it. it's a different kind of pleasure that makes him so into it.

extra's::

he's vanilla till he thinks he's mastered all the basics then he indulges in all the kinks his partners into. there's some things he knows he wont try but every thing else he wont not try at least once. you can use your imagination for this one!

call him a "good boy" or a "very good boy" and he will melt on the spot. he lives for praises like have you seen the man?

he wouldn't have a breeding kink until he's in his late 30s or 40s before that he was very conscious of his cum. would always wear a condom to protect against sti's and pregnancy but once he's slowing down from hero work and wanting to settle down is when he'll unleash the beast.

folds you in ways that he's never done before so he knows that he will be filling you up to the max.

anyways i got off the point to dilf bakugou lmao (that's another time if anyone wants me) but anyways you get the jizz.

send in any requests like thirsts, or a short imagine, hc's, blurbs, one shots etc etc please please pleaseee i'll try to respond as soon as i can !!

[novelconcepts]

There are a lot of Worst Things about depression. Everybody's got a different Worst Thing. Hell, I can't always decide on what my personal Worst Thing is. Sometimes it's the numb despair. Sometimes, it's the dumb animal panic. Most of the time, though, it's that there isn't enough room inside of me.

What I mean is: I care about too many things. I think that's pretty standard these days for a lot of people. Empathy stretched fine as gossamer. We see so much suffering each day. We see so much more than any one person was meant to. So you wind up caring, because caring is what a person is wired to do, what makes life worth living. You care about people you know. You care about people you've never met. You care about situations in countries you haven't set foot in. You care about the political climate of your own hometown. You care about your own dreams. You care about your best friend's bad luck. You care about your pets' health. You care about when the next book in your favorite series will come out. You care, and you care, and you care, because you're wired to care about it all. It's exhausting sometimes, but it's life. Sometimes the best part of life.

With depression, the caring space gets to feeling too full. Has packed tight, all those elements butting into one another until they lose meaning, the darkness threading into the gaps. There just isn't enough room inside of me for all the fear and the despair and the weird empty anger, much less the stuff that actually matters. So I start shorting out. Because, see, depression makes it so I can't care; don't see a point in even trying. And the real me, the part of me that isn't being cannibalized by the demons, doesn't know how to do anything else. So the middle ground becomes: shrink the caring space. Shrink it down bit by bit. All systems are running at once, and we're getting low on juice, so the natural thing is to start shutting off lights. Start jettisoning the extraneous to make room.

Except it's depression at the wheel, not common sense, so it's not just the extra flair getting turned off. Not the despair and the mind-numbing terror and the reckless urge to pick fights. The stuff that winds up getting tossed is stuff I need. Stuff that keeps me going. It's all being shut down at once, no rhyme or reason, until I suddenly can't care about the things that are me. Intrinsic, fabric-level stuff. I can't care about creating. About making art. About telling stories. I can't care about other people telling stories. I can't care about my friends the way I'm supposed to. I can't care about their travel or their kids or their wins. I can't care about making food for myself. I can't care about brushing my teeth. I'm shutting down to component parts, but I didn't get to pick which components are still running full-power, so I wind up with just a handful of randomly blinking lights. Suddenly, I care very much about my fear of the future, my financial insecurity, how fast I can run a 5K, a single television show--and just about nothing else.

It isn't healthy. It's sure as fuck not sustainable. And I know from experience that the rest of the system will come back online eventually. I'll find myself telling another story in a week or a month. I'll find myself sketching something out of nowhere. I'll find myself able to grieve a lost loved one and treasure my new nephew. It'll all come back, in time. But it's the in-between bit that grates. The bit where I'm in the shuttle with my knees tucked against my chest, sucking oxygen through a straw, trying to conserve whatever is still running. The bit where I resent the people in my life who aren't running on fumes like I am. Where I'm furious that they can care, that they can move freely, that they aren't pacing a minuscule cage like I am. It's a loss, all the months and years I've spent on life support. It's a fucking waste.

That's where I am right now. Life support. Little things get in, from time to time. I can suddenly inhale a book series start to finish. I can suddenly coax myself into eating the same thing for lunch for three weeks straight. Those are extra lights on the dash, and I have to treasure them. Because there isn't really room, so any little thing that I find space for is a gift. And everything else--talking. planning. trusting. creating. intake.--has to stay dark for a little while longer.

It'll come back on. I have to believe it'll come back on.

In the meantime, I hunker in my shuttle, and I wait.

[karoochui]

I just wanted to say I am so enamoured with Binary Insurgence! I eat up everything, every little crumb, you drop about it and the entire idea is so interesting to me! I'm so in love with stories and worlds like this! I'm also curious to know about the relationship between Sun and Moon, if it's alright to ask. How was it before the fire compared to after? Does their relationship begin to mend (because I'm certain over the years it deteriorated) when y/n comes back into the picture? If any of this is too spoilery or you just haven't fleshed it out yet then you don't have to answer! I'm just super curious about the boys and how you see their dynamic/relationship. I just look forward to seeing how their bond has grown and/or broken and how it may be mended over time.

AHH im glad you like it so much!! Im happy to talk about what i've got, but you are right not everything is fully fleshed out. I have points i wanna get to but while im brainstorming and planning i make up a lot of stuff as i go and then go over it again later to see if i like it or can connect stuff in any way. I have 3 chapters for Arc 1 fully summarized as of now! (Which probably doesn't seem like a lot but i like my chapters long, so it's quite a bit actually).

I wanna say, too, that i'm planning for the first story to be more in the perspective of the reader, so most things about Sun and Moon's personal thoughts and feelings are gonna be more implied than said. I might have some switching points of view, i'm not sure, but i haven't found a place i'd do it or think it's relevant. The sequel is gonna be more from their perspective since it'll mostly be about them.

NOW! I see Sun and Moon as brothers, so they really treat each other in a way that's like that. Before the fire they get along pretty well. Most instances of issue would be when Moon blocks out Sun when he fronts, or just mutual panic over the fact Moon lost his shit w/ the virus. They'll have their disagreements about things (i havent planned specifics yet) but generally they're chill. Sun just worries about Moon hurting people, but Moon worries too. With the way the virus functions in this AU it's hard for Sun to fully fault Moon for what he does, especially because he's also affected by it but not nearly as bad. (I'm gonna explain this more in another ask i have).

Plus, even before the virus they were always glitch/bug-ridden because technicians fucked up their programming continuously after removing them from the theater to work in the daycare. So they had to kinda navigate through that together, glitches and errors on both ends (though not deadly). They hate P&S bc of this, obviously. Hardware fixes suck but they fucking HATE software examinations.

Later on though some issues come into play whenever Sun starts getting worse by being further exposed to the virus (it gets worse for him when they eclipse) because it presents itself in Sun differently than it does Moon. He gets snappier and angrier at times (that comic i made that's captioned "well someones snappy") and while they both understand he doesnt mean the shit he does it's still not great. And nobody's gonna just let themselves be talked to like a dog even if the reason it's happening is because of something the other person can't really help. They're still relatively fine at this point, though.

It's at the end when shit goes really bad, because this part of the story does end badly. I won't spoil specifics but after the fire Sun loses his shit. He starts trying to put the blame on Moon for everything (the virus enhancing his already bad habits/fucking with his line of thinking) out of grief and anger. That carries over into the apocalypse and he just gets worse in general. He gets irrational.

It's a long period of time though, so he eventually also manages it, in his own way. But! I did say before in an ask that in the sequel he's "not evil, persay, but he's a fucking nut". He damns Moon to an hourglass to just fucking get rid of him about 100~ years before they meet you again (he fully thinks he's in the right for this (and he also just hates him) and the only reason he really even stayed around after that was to make sure Moon didn't get out again). He's not a bad-intentioned individual, but he's off the fucking wall at many times bc of the virus having made him worse. He's stubborn as all hell to an infuriating degree, he's irrational, hard-headed, reckless, and while a good bit of his old, kinder self is still pretty prevalent he can be downright fucking mean if provoked. Again, worse than before, and it doesn't take much these days! I always imagined him to have more dramatic, snappy, diva aspects to his personality (even before Help Wanted 2 came out) bc hes so theatrical and intense, so basically take a Sun that's like that, crank it up to 100 and put him in a Bad Situation. That's what Round 2 Sun is like at his worst. He's not a complete lost cause though, and he's far from dumb when he does stuff, just clouded by his own judgement. He doesn't think anything's wrong with him (or does he?).

Moon doesn't really hate him like Sun hates Moon, because although he knows that what happened (the ending of the first story) is technically both of their faults he just feels guilt. They do fight a lot, though. Most of it is Moon trying his best to tell Sun that he's basically full of shit and not seeing things right after Sun starts something, but Sun's at the point where he's gotta learn by consequence. Part of the reason he's so bad is bc 1: hes been infected by the virus for so long now and 2: in his grief, anger, and resentment he's learned to live with it rather than fighting it.

But the sequel is gonna be a feel-good story! Falling in love w/ the reader all over again, i want things to get cleared up - or at least some kind of middle ground between Sun and Moon - the whole sha-bang.