#I know this won't happen but it makes me feel better

[madthetruemad]

WHEN YOU REALIZE HOW STRONG HE IS, or when you're just playing around and you see that he can hold you down quite easily...

cw ; a dabble of angst (if you squint) w/ comfort, and maybe a tiny bit suggestive

mydei x reader (implied fem!reader)

MYDEI doesn't always indulge with roughhousing with you. However, today was just one of those days where your playful demeanor finally rubbed off on him.

You were laughing as you lightly pushed at him and tried to knock him down to the couch, but he had other plans when he pushed you down instead.

Your back was flush with the cushions of the couch before you could even blink, and his hands were holding your shoulders down easily. You struggled a bit, try to push up, or even wriggle your way out. But Mydei was strong.

The sudden realization of not being able to push him off of you hit you like a slap to the face.

And when you stopped laughing and giggling, that's when Mydei pulled back. A frown etched across his features as he looked down you... that expression... why were you making that face?

Trying to act like nothing happened, you smiled again, "you're," you laughed awkwardly, sheepishly as you sat up with him, "you're really strong!"

He frowned at you, he could already guess what made you react like that.

"Stop that."

"H- huh, stop what?"

"That fake expression, stop making it. I made you uncomfortable just now, it was obvious."

You dropped the smile as he had asked, "no... it's my fault for thinking of something stupid. I didn't mean to bring the whole mood down...," your voice trailed off and he decided to delve deeper. He didn't want this to happen again. Seeing you smile, a real smile, was far better.

"What was it that you were... thinking about?"

"I guess.. I just realized how strong you were. Like, I couldn't push you off or anything! And you weren't even being serious!"

He raised an eyebrow, "you are worried you won't be able to fight me off?"

You shook your head almost instantly, "no, no! I'm not- I'm not trying to say that at all! Ugh, it's so hard to explain-"

"I'm sorry."

His apology through you off guard sending you into a panic, "you- you don't need to apologize! My mind is just being stupid!"

"And yet when we were messing around, you still feel as if you need to be able to push me off at any given moment if things got bad."

You pressed your lips together and he continued.

"I want you to know that you are safe... with me. And that with even a single word said by you, you can get me to get off of you."

"Mydei..."

"So, until the day comes that you feel safe with me. I guess I'll just have to try harder to prove myself to you. Even with foolish acts like this."

"Like what?"

You tilted your head to the side but just as you asked that you let out a loud squeal as you grabbed onto his shoulders as he flipped you both over.

Now he was the one laying against the couch as you were above him straddling his waist.

"No matter the position we're in, you're always in control."

You felt your face grow hot at the implication, but you were happy nonetheless. You were safe. You are safe with Mydei.

[cosmowgyral]

"Once again, the Evil that cannot be Undone: Tonight you will fall for me"

▪︎ William and Nica

This is a fan translation so please don't expect it to be 100% accurate. Creative liberties have been taken. All content belongs to Cybird. Reblogs are appreciated. Hope you enjoy!

Even though it says William and Nica, the first chapter solely comprises of William and the second chapter that of Nica. So it's almost like any other story event but technically with two less chapters for a suitor. Cybird got us good. :/

Chapter 1

I turned off the lights and got into bed, but I just couldn’t sleep.

(….I wonder whether my anxiety is keeping me wide awake.)

Even though I knew it would be better for me to rest, I quietly slipped out of bed.

The inside of the quiet and deserted castle feels strangely comfortable.

As I walk lightly, a faint melody reaches my ears.

Drawn by the sound of piano, I arrived at the great hall.

William: You’re up late, robin.

William noticing my presence stopped playing the piano.

Kate: Yes. I couldn’t sleep for some reason.

William: I see. …..You look a bit relaxed tonight.

I realized it when he pointed out.

The reason why Crown Castle was so comfortable at night with no one around…

Kate: That might be because, well…

Kate: At night, I can be alone in the castle, so maybe that’s why I feel more at ease.

William: ……..

William neither confirmed nor denied it, just stared at me quietly, waiting for me to continue.

(….I feel like I can tell William about my feelings.)

Kate: …..Ever since I lost my memories, everyone has been so nice to me.

Kate: It’s just…I feel like you’re all seeing my lost memories through me.

Kate: So that’s why……

In the end, the feelings I couldn’t put into words were taken up by William.

William: Is it painful for you to receive kindness directed towards your ‘past self’?

It’s arrogant to think that it’s difficult to accept others’ kindness.

Moreover, it is quite outrageous to make such an opulent complaint to someone.

But even so, I could hide nothing in front of William and the words slipped out of my mouth.

Kate: …The reason why everyone is being nice to me is because they were friends with me in the past.

Kate: Now that I don’t know if I can ever regain my memories, it’s difficult for me to accept their kindness.

Kate: Even though everyone’s been so good to me, what’ll happen if I can’t get back the ‘me’ from the past?

(So...at night, when I was finally alone at Crown Castle, I could relax.)

(At this moment, I wonder if anyone will feel sad and pity me for losing my memories.)

After hearing my confession, William lowered his eyes and seemed to contemplate on something.

But that was only for a moment—and then he sat down at the piano again and placed his hands on the keys.

William: Kate, I’m going to play three songs now.

William: Once you’ve finished listening, I’ll ask you to rank them in order of your preference. So listen carefully.

---The sound of William playing the piano echoes through Crown castle at night.

Some songs are as whimsical as a cat running around in an alleyway.

And then there are songs that are graceful and slow, like a fish swimming leisurely.

Kate: Every song was amazing!

Kate: But if I had to order them….I would say the third, then the first and then second.

William: That order is the same as the one you said before.

Kate: My past self…?

William: Yes. Even if you lose your memories, the fundamental part of you doesn’t change.

William: Kate is still Kate.

William: There is no need to feel sorry or intimidated by the kindness of those around you.

William: They are all directed at one person, you.

Kate: ……Thank you, William.

It's possible that I won't be able to recollect my memories and enjoy them with you all.

But I finally feel like I’m happy to be here…..

Kate: If it’s not too much trouble, could you please play one more song?

Kate: I just wanted to hear you play the piano a little longer.

I wonder why I feel a bit strange today.

The old me would never have asked someone to play for me in the middle of the night like this.

William didn’t seem to feel offended by my selfishness.

Instead, he smiled happily and placed his hands on the keyboard.

William: What would you like to listen to?

…..

Kate: That was a wonderful performance! Thank you very much.

William: As a token of appreciation for playing, would you answer one question of mine?

Kate: ….? Of course, please go ahead.

William: Why are you here in the hall?

The reason I came here was simple-- because I heard the sound of piano.

But—just as I was about to answer that, I fell silent.

Because that answer is directly denied by the anxiety that has been consuming my thoughts up until this point.

 (I…liked the castle at night, when I could be alone.)

(So why did I come here knowing that William was playing the piano?)

(If I had wished to be alone, I should have gotten away from the sound of piano.)

After thinking about it, I came up with an answer.

Kate: You didn’t show a sad expression when you looked at me……

Kate: I came here because I thought I could easily approach you.

William: ….I see. So that’s your reason.

William: I am honoured to be a comfortable perch for the robin.

Kate: William, were you not on good terms with me before I lost my memory?

William: No, not at all. I think we were good friends.

Kate: If that’s the case, then why…….

How is it that even though I’ve lost my memory, he can still act as usual?

It seems he understood the question I had in mind.

William: The reason I don’t feel sad or sorry for you even though you have lost your memories is simple.

William: Because I’m certain.

William: If you were to make the same choice again….

Captivated by William’s powerful gaze and words, I momentarily forgot to breathe.

Although he said nothing, I felt as if I could hear a voice coming from the other side of the darkness.

‘Choose me’, William's voice said.

[Masterlist] [William's End]

[puppysuke]

daisuke as a dad hc!

this is very self indulgent of me i fear. i want to have kids so bad its not funny. um! anyway, my day was very shit so. i needed something to feel better and somehow daisuke as a dad is what my brain decided would be comfort. continue reading below the cut ! art by dressup4life on pinterest i think, but i am unsure! these are all sfw and NOT on tulpar. if it happens after those events or a totally different au is up to you :) all are sfw.

🌺 --- total girl dad. i said it! you cannot convince me this man is not a girl dad. like, he's good with boys too, but tooootally a girl dad. 🌺 --- dress up ! stickers ! make up ! will let his kids do whatever they want to him in that aspect. ~ "dad, dad!" daisuke turns around from what he was doing-fixing the breaks of your car-, with grease smeared on his face. he smiled and stood up, rubbing his hands on his pants to get rid of the grease. he glances at swansea who had come over to give him a hand before turning to his kid and crouching down once more to be at eye level with his kid. "what's up, kiddo? wanted to help your awesome dad and uncle swansea fix the car?" he asks, reaching forward and pinching their cheek. his kid shakes his head and pouts. "no, dad, i wanna play dress up! lets play dress up!" daisuke smiles a little before hearing swansea snicker. he looked back at swansea and shoots a short glare.

needless to say, after that interaction, he was working on the car in a halloween princess dress with horribly done makeup, getting teased and made fun of playfully the whole time by swansea. (oof that healed a little part of me...) 🌺 --- daisuke never wants to push his kids into something they don't want. assuming you want to imaging this after the events of mouthwashing, he knows what its like to be pushed into something he doesn't want. be it a job they don't want when they're older, sports, or even a meal they don't like.

🌺 --- he is so worried about not doing a good job. he really wants to be a good dad, but sometimes he gets scared he's not doing a good job. he wants nothing more than to be a good parent, but sometimes he just comes to you with stress on being a bad dad. 🌺 --- he is the good cop. actually, he's in the criminals! you tell the kids no ice cream before dinner? you find daisuke eating ice cream with the kids. you tell the kids to eat their veggies? daisuke takes a good half of the veggies for himself instead. you tell daisuke to be more firm with the kids? he tries! but simply cannot resist those big eyes looking at him like the devil on his shoulder. 🌺 --- when you get insecure over strech marks or weight gain, you don't even have to tell daisuke. he can figure it out on his own in seconds of being by you. he is quick to reassure you and make sure you know he still finds you to be attractive. 🌺 --- for my trans masc readers, he constantly reassures you as a man! to him, your gender doesn't matter, even if you gave birth to his kids, he sees you as a man. you're his husband (or boyfriend) no matter what your body does and he makes sure to teach the kids about your gender when it comes time to! 🌺 --- as soon as he has one kid, he wants another. he is practically begging to have another kid after you're recovered and you're both ready physically and mentally. if you tell him no, he won't pressure you into it, but he will be a little disappointing. he will try not to show disappointment though! he already has one little angel, he is content.

🌺 --- when you first have a baby, he is gentle as ever with you and a great help! he's very active in taking care of both the baby and you! the baby needs to be changed into a clean diaper? he's on it! you need to take a bath? he's already running the water and ready to take the baby off your hands!

🌺 --- he is PROTECTIVE. like he doesn't even let his parents hold the baby at first. he wants only you and him to hold the baby, take care of the baby and everything like that.

🌺 --- he learns to cook. look, hear me out on this. he knows you're stressed about feeding the kids good meals, not just the instant ramen and take out you two had been living on, so he learns to cook throughout your pregnancies and before the baby can eat solid food!

🌺 --- he slows down and becomes a real family man. instead of wanting to go get a drink with friends, he'd rather be playing something with the kids. instead of gaming all night with people, he spends time with you after the kids are asleep. instead of reading comics, he talks to swansea for advice about things.

🌺 --- he ADORES you to no end after you have kids. like, he thought you were the most stunning person on earth but damn. you had a certain glow about you, and he definitely appreciated the extra weight you put on! ------- if you likes this and have anything you'd like me to write from this fandom, or any other fandoms listen in my intro post, my requests are open! just ask me in my inbox and i'll write / make hc for you <3 thank you for reading!

[brittle-doughie]

(Sorry if my English is wrong, because I'm using a translator)

Man, I'm a recent fan of your content since I started playing CRK again just a whole month ago because of Shadow Milk Cookie (Whoever I can catch with 120 pulls, the same number I caught the awesome Vanilla Lol) and let's just say I stalked your account and stuff... But what I can say is that your writing is very unique and pleasant to read since there are no long descriptions, something I love but sometimes my brain bugs out and stuff, and then I realize that you put love into your content

But anyway, enough of the rambling and fangirling and let's get straight to the content I want to comment on:

Today's Soul Jam victim Y/N -

What we know about them: A Soul Jam created alongside the others but unlike them, they don't have a Cookie but rather have a form and they show resentment (hatred in its purest form) that the other Soul Jams have receptacles

My idea:

As I know, Soul Jam's were created and given to the Beasts before they collapsed, and with that comes my idea of ​​what if Soul Jam Y/N also had a Beast

The relationship between the two was very different from the others because they interacted at every opportunity, had inside jokes, judged the other cookies and even the witches, and to the point that their Hero nicknamed them 'Y/N'

Everyone could see that they had a special bond, a bond that no other hero and Soul Jam had

But then the corruption happens, one by one the heroes fall, all except Y/N's hero, they were the only one left standing, the only one who resisted the corruption...

Because of this, the witches asked the hero to stop those who were once their friends, at first they didn't know what to do "They're my friends! But they're hurting the other cookies! But the other cookies also made big requests! What should I do?!" So they asked for time to think, something very short at the moment and had a conversation with Soul Jam Y/N

"What should I do Y/N...?"

"...This is a decision that I would say is easy from the outside point of view, but from the inside it is the hardest to make..."

"... So there is no answer...?"

"There is an answer, this answer will be the right one, I trust you ██████ Cookie!"

"Heh... thanks but I don't know... What if I make the wrong choice instead of the right one, what if I make the right choice for others and make the wrong one for my friends! I don't want to hurt them, they're already hurt by the cruel fate of immortality"

"You're a kind cookie, I'm sure you'll manage"

"...What if it was all my fault..."

"Hmm..?"

"What if I had been a better friend, noticed the signs earlier, stopped them in time... Maybe they wouldn't have to do this, maybe everything could be the same as before..."

"It's not like that-"

"It would have been better if I was the one to be corrupted..."

" ██████ Cookie!"

"I'm sorry Y/N, but I've already made up my mind, I'll go with them, I'll be sealed with them, but don't worry okay? You won't get caught, you can live your life and find a better cookie than me to be your user"

"Wait ██████ Cookie! Don't go!"

"Goodbye Y/N, I hope you can discover new things in this incredible world"

That was the last conversation the hero and Soul Jam Y/N had, the hero agreed to help the witches in exchange for being sealed with his friends, something that was conceived, during the purity of the Soul Jam's they did not purify Y/N because they were not corrupted

But then why did Y/N feel empty? Why did they feel like everything was wrong? Why did they feel like crying when they didn't even have a body? Why was ██████ Cookie gone?

Time passed and the other Soul Jam's found new users, but Y/N was left in the dark

They felt jealous of their companions, of how they moved on while they still mourned the loss of their Hero, of how they gave their power to their Heroes, while Y/N remembered the times when her Hero borrowed her power to help their friends, how they guide them to the right path, while Y/N remembers all the times they and their Hero would talk through sleepless nights when everyone else was asleep, how they would guide their Heroes through their darkest moments, while Y/N couldn't see him one last time properly

They were jealous, they wanted a Hero, but at the same time they couldn't, they couldn't move on, they couldn't accept another Hero, they couldn't find another cookie as their Hero

So they thought, if I can't have a Hero why can't I be my Hero?

So they did it, created their cookie form and bam! They could walk, touch and feel the Bread Land without any effort!

But at the same time, they hoped to find their Hero once again, maybe they could be like they were before...

Tadaa~ So what did you think of my idea?

-Just a Person

I think it’s a solid enough foundation.

[choerrysjubiles]

wasteurtime

pairing: virgin!sungchan x fem!reader

warning: smut! oral, protected sex, short? reader, slight corruption kink? Definite size kink and Sungchan’s eating cum

wc: 3k

a/n: not at all based on the song but I needed a title <3

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Weekends were for of daytime studying and nighttime parties. Finishing up whatever amount of work you needed done before rewarding yourself with the fraternity block's weekly parties. No matter how stressed or how close finals could get, most students at SM University found their way towards the weekly party hosted by someone or another.

Due to constant patrol, there have been plenty of saintly frat boys and sorority girls who donate their parents house for these parties. Which is where you find yourself.

Sitting on the counter of Wonbin's kitchen, you caught a familiar face. Jung Sungchan, one of SMU's top soccer players. You've seen him around campus, even seen him at Wonbin's parties before. But you've never really had the chance to talk to him, always kept a lingering eye on him, instead.

Friend of a friend is usually a weird relationship. He knows Wonbin and you know Wonbin, but Wonbin’s never tried inviting you both to the same event. No soccer games, no parties, no get togethers, no mundane events where your paths could cross. Almost suspicious.

You stayed on the counter, sipping your drink as he walked around. Spotting you, he walks up.

"Have you seen Wonbin?"

"Dunno." You say, "Saw him a minute ago, might be in the backyard."

"Thanks." He smiled before walking away.

You enjoyed watching Sungchan, he was tall and broad, muscular, he was a heartthrob to any student. Hearing from Wonbin, he was mostly just a goofy guy, nothing crazy or playboy about him. Just some college kid.

You hopped off the counter, passing your drink to some random guy walking by as you walked around. You were practically stone sober but this sounded far more fun than drinking your night blank.

You loosely followed Sungchan’s direction, trailing well behind him as he was on his hunt for Wonbin. You wouldn't say you were some voyeur but you enjoyed seeing what people were up to. You liked seeing their behaviors in different lights, whether they were alone or in public. Psychology could've been your calling.

Before you knew it, you lost Sungchan. He was far too serious in his endeavor for you to catch up. Failing to follow him, you began walking around the house, finding people in all sorts of positions. Again, you swear you’re not a voyeur.

You found a cheerleader getting non so secretly fingered on a sofa, you will definitely tell Wonbin about that. Finding two jocks make out behind some potted planet under the staircase. Not much was happening but some things were catching your interest. By the time you make your rounds and end up near the back door, you spot Sungchan again. Walking near him, you waved as you asked if he'd found Wonbin yet.

"No, it's okay, though.” He said, heading turning every few directions trying to find him.

He was tall. Far, far taller than you. His shoulders were huge, he was far larger than how he looked in the kitchen. You were able to get a better scope of him, finally closer to him in his largeness. Seeing his long legs, large hands, the way he slightly hunched over to talk to people.

"What's wrong?" You ask.

"Nothing, I can text him later, just plans for soccer and stuff."

"You should relax, this is a party." You say, "Here, let me get you a drink."

"You don't have to." He assures you.

"No way," You grab onto his hand, leading him to the kitchen, "let me help you."

You feel his hand tense a little as you drag him to the kitchen. Standing by the mixing table, he watched you prepare a drink.

"Don't make it strong." He leans down to tell you.

"I won't." You smiles at him.

You grabbed at the hidden mixers Wonbin stashed for friends, pouring it into Sungchan’s cup before letting him choose and pour his own alcohol. He added a dash more after a taste.

You two walked to an empty couch as he sipped him drink. He was slightly fidgeting but the more he drank the better he sat still.

"So does Wonbin hire you to come here are do you actually like drinking."

Sungchan bursted laughing, "I'm not a drinker but I don't hate parties."

"How do you know Wonbin?" He asked.

"We had some classes together, knew him before uni but we weren't close."

Sungchan nodded.

"Wonbin isn't on the sports team, is he?" You ask.

"Oh no, he's in sports medicine. Too scared to play out on the field."

You laughed, noticing Sungchan occasionally staring at you before moving his vision to his drink or to some people.

"Are you alright?"

"Can I kiss you?" Sungchan blurted out.

You blinked for a second, "Sure."

"I'm sorry, I- you're just really pretty."

"You can kiss me."

"I-"

"Is this too open of an area?" You lean in closer to Sungchan. "We can move somewhere more private."

"Can we?"

"C'mon." You take his hand and lead him upstairs.

The crowds of people were too dense and preoccupied to notice the two of you. You walked up the stairs into the off-limits zone of the party. Every party was like this, even on campus. Don’t go upstairs unless you’re with a brother. Don’t go upstairs at all for some houses.

Walking into a spare bedroom, you shut the door lightly.

"Should I lock the door?" You ask as Sungchan was looking around the room.

"Please."

You turn the lock before walking back to Sungchan.

You both sit on the bed, he's flushed looking anywhere but you as you're looking at him.

"You wanted to kiss me?"

Sungchan nervously grabbed your hand, "I did- I do!"

You feel your lips pull into a smirk as you lean in closer to him. He leans in and kisses you. His soft plush lips felt nice, tasting a bit of the alcohol from his solo cup he set down somewhere. Your free hand held his face, lips continuously melding together.

His hand moved from your hand to your arm, wrapping around it as he deepened your kiss. He was groaning as he tasted the alcohol on your tongue, you moved into his lap as he stretched his arms to your back.

Pulling away for a breath, Sungchan stared at you.

"You're really pretty."

"You're pretty, too."

Sungchan blushed more as you complimented him, “How?"

"You're flushed cheeks and rosy lips are adorable."

You held his chin as you looked at him, doing your best to keep his eyes on you.

"I've, uhm, I've never done this before."

You cocked your head to the side, caught off guard.

"Done what?"

"Anything beyond kissing a girl." Sungchan looks away, feeling vulnerable and shy.

"Really?" You asked.

"I-"

"You're even cuter than before."

"That's cute?" He scoffed.

"You think I'd make fun of you for being a cute, pure boy?"

Sungchan's eyes moved away from you.

"Did you wanna learn? I can teach you."

His cheeks stayed a red-pink color, he was thinking hard about this.

"Can you?" His eyes flicked to your face.

"I can show you anything you want, baby boy."

His dick twitched when you called him that, Sungchan was worried you could feel it. He knew you could feel his growing hard on.

You lean back in to kiss him, his hands holding you a little tighter, more comfortable being nervous around you. You continue kissing before you grind lightly on his bulge.

"Ah." He moaned.

"That wasn't too much was it?" You ask.

"No, just different."

He captures your lips again, leaning further down as you grind your pelvis into him. Your hand moves down to feel him, his jeans are rough but you can make a good outline of his dick.

"Ah." Sungchan moaned again.

"You're real sensitive."

"Can you-"

His eyes were desperate when looking at you, clouded and almost watery with pleasure.

"You're so hot." You blurt out.

You begin moving down, lifting his shirt off as you crawl between his legs, pushing him onto his elbows. You stare up at him as you undo his belt, slowly pulling it from his jeans before tossing it to the side. You carefully crawl up to undo his jeans. Sliding his pants down, you see just how tight he is in his briefs. A large outline of his dick trying to poke out. You pull his underwear down, pulling them past his knees so he can kick them off as you stare at his dick. Fuck, he's huge.

Sungchan stares at you as you begin pumping him in your hand. His dick stood up tall as you massage up and down his shaft. His moans were low but high, never feeling someone else touch him.

"You feel good?" You ask.

His eyes flicked to you, his mouth agape with light pants coming out of him, "Yes. So good."

You continued pumping him before leaning in closer to him, sitting between his thighs are you brought his head closer to your mouth and kissed his head.

"Ah." He gasped.

You licked his slit, tasting his precum, before wrapping your lips around him.

"Y/n." He moaned.

His voice was so desperate and sweet you began sinking lower onto him. Tongue pressing along his underside as you sucked down his shaft.

"Fuck." He groaned, watching you bob your head up and down his length.

Your hand jerked his base as you sucked up and down his length. Your jaw ached as you moved up to lick along his tip. Looking up at him, you felt him twitch in your hand.

"I'm gonna cum."

"Where?"

"Where, what?" He asked.

"Where do you wanna cum?" You asked, jerking him faster.

"Fuck, your face." He groaned, feeling your hand speed up around him.

Your grip became stronger as you reattached your mouth to him, sucking and bobbing until you felt him begin to cum. Pulling off, you closed your eyes as you felt his hot cum spray onto your face, it was mostly around your mouth and cheek thankfully away from your eyes.

"Holy shit." He moaned, falling backwards onto the bed.

"Did you feel good?" You asked, crawling up his body.

"That was so good." He was in a daze, staring up at the ceiling as he tried cooling down.

"Can I make you feel as good?" Sungchan asked, not wanting to be the only one cumming.

"Of course," You lay on your back, wiping some of his cum off of your face, "eat me out."

Sungchan moves, seeing you take your shirt off as he stared at your boobs. He used his shirt to wipe the rest of your face off as you undo your bra. He leaned down and kissed you, letting you fall back and relax on the bed. He licked along your mouth, tasting his cum that was still on your tongue as he moved down.

Kissing along your jaw and neck before moving down to kiss along your breasts. His hands perfectly cupping them as he played with your nipples. His hands stayed on your breasts as he kissed down your body, your hands wrapped around his wrists as he descended. Sungchan left licks and kisses along your stomach and hip bones, carefully undoing your pants and sliding them down with your underwear, almost gawking at your exposed body.

The first thing Sungchan noticed was just how small you looked. Your dripping pussy was right in front of him but all he could think is how small it looked. How is his dick supposed to fit in there, your mouth could barely stretch around his dick. Pulling your underwear off of your legs, you spread them for him to kneel into. He immediately begins licking at your core.

“Sungchan.”

“Am I doing good?”

“So good.” You sigh.

He flattened his tongue as he tried feeling how small everything was. Your entrance was small, your clit poked lightly against his tongue, barely noticeable. You were feeling euphoric while he was trying to map everything out. Sungchan continued licking at you, his flat tongue swiping against your clit so well. You were sure he had no idea how well he was doing, beginning to lap at your clit your hands moved to hold onto his head. Your back began to arch as your noises grew louder.

His hand moved down to touch your core, flicking at your clit. Feeling his hand against you to further comprehend the size difference.

“Good?” He asked.

“Keeping doing that.”

He leaned down, you couldn’t see it but his eyes were wide in fascination with how much pleasure you were feeling. Seeing your twitch and grip onto him was exciting. He was making a pretty girl feel good, he can only hope you can cum soon.

Out of curiosity, he pushed one finger into you. Just to feel and see if it’s possible. He kept his other hand on your clit as he watched his finger disappear into your core, feeling how tightly you clenched around him. Your moans grew louder, waking Sungchan from his fixation. He began lapping his tongue against your clit, before he knew it your legs stiffened as you clenched around him. It was a unique feeling, your walls clamping before fluttering against his finger.

Pulling it out, he noticed the thick trail of cum connecting you and him. He wrapped his lips around his finger, tasting your sweet essence before diving back in to drink from the source. He was careful to just suck from your entrance and not touch your clit. Seeing your ragged breathing and your back fall onto the bed, Sungchan felt accomplished.

“Sungchan, you’re really good at that.”

“I am?” He gleamed at you.

“So fucking good.”

You could barely move your legs as you stayed there.

“Nightstand, look for a condom.” You ordered.

“You know they’re there?” He asked.

“This is Wonbin’s place, of course they’re there.”

He opened the drawer and grabbed at a loose condom packet. You help roll it onto him as he’s twitching from the sensitivity. Sitting up, you and his shift into missionary.

“Can I-”

“Please fuck me.” You say.

“Yes, ma’am.” He says, aligning with your core.

Sungchan moved beween your legs, looking down at you he was amazed at the new angle. Your cheeks were flushed, eyes dripping in arousal, you looked so hot. He carefully aligned with your core, still not believing you could fit him. He carefully pushed his tip in, not wanting to hurt you but also seeing if this was even possible.

You laid in ecstasy as you felt him stretch you out.

“Sungchan.” You moan.

He pauses and asks of you’re okay.

“Keep going, you feel so good.”

Good? He’s so surprised that you feel good, he feels good but you? He’s barely comprehending how your pussy can stretch around him but also is feeling good?

He pushes in all the way before he feels you grabbing onto him. Holding him as you’re feeling so full and fucked out. Your walls are fluttering around him, you’ve never felt like this before and you need to feel him pound into you.

“Keep going.”

“Already?”

“Please, Sungchan.”

He slowly pulls out, about half way, until he begins pushing back in.

“All the way.”

He stopped. All the way?

He pulls more out, leaving only his tip in before pushing back into your core.

“Yes.” You drawl out.

“That feels good?”

You nod as he continues slowly pushing and pulling, carefully thrusting into you as your hand moves to circle your clit.

“You’re so fucking big, fuck me.” You moan.

He slowly leans down, wanting to kiss you again.

“Faster?”

“Yes.” You sigh.

He moves faster, slowly getting used to moving his hips this way. He looks at your face, seeing your lidded eyes and hand covering your mouth, heavily breathing as your other hand circles your clit. The sight is so erotic, seeing how much you want him, how you want him to move more, harder, faster. Sungchan begins moving faster, thrusting harder into you as he hears your moans grow louder.

He leans down and kisses your cheek, you move your hand to turn his head, capturing his lips. You feel his tongue poke out as he continues thrusting into you, you kiss and lick against him, wrapping your lips around his tongue as he blanks from the pleasure.

“You’re so good.” He moans. “You feel amazing.”

He pulls out less, opting to move faster and harder. His eyes close as he begins pumping into you harder, keeping a hand on your hip as he switches with your hand on your clit. Opening his eyes, he peers down to messily rub your clit.

“Sungchan.” It comes out far more high pitched than you expected.

His hips stutter as he cums into the condom, rubbing your clit harder. His long drawn out moan is melodic as your high hits you.

“Fuck.” You moan.

He almost falls on top of you, so overwhelmed by your pussy still clenching around him. He stays inside you for a minute, trying to find his breath as he calms down. Finally pulling out, he throws the condom away.

You stay like that for a minute, catching your breath as you feel the aftershocks from your orgasms. Slowly, you both relax and sit up to look around for your clothing. You want to make quick work, unsure of how long or loud you both were.

“Did you, uhm,” Sungchan starts, “did you wanna go on a date sometime, or just like hang out.”

You stare in surprise, “Yeah!” You nod your head, “That’d be really nice.”

You slowly redress, picking and handing each other different clothing you find as you both compose yourselves. He grabs his phone to exchange numbers with you, both of you sending a quick text to save each other’s contact.

[matchpointfaist]

me & you together song

best friend! connor murphy 𝜗𝜚

a/n: no smut! this is just soft connor falling in love <3

when you proposed the plan for connor to come with you on your weekend trip for a college tour, you hadn't entirely expected your parents to agree. some combination of safety in numbers and the general inseparability convinced them, though, and you were college bound with connor's black backpack snug next to your pink duffel, taking turns controlling the radio like you didn't have all the same taste.

he was in his own head, like always, thinking of all the million ways the two of you could grow apart when you left. he was never very strong academically, struggling with authority and retention and all the things you seemed to excel at. he knew, in some way, that it would always come to this; you moving on.

he tried his best to keep a smile, for you, unable to allow himself to ruin your mood. you'd been all smiles all day, wearing your "lucky sweater" and insisting that this was the one- you could feel it. the one in question happened to be nine hours from home, from him, and he selfishly could not seem to push the thought from his mind.

above everything, always, connor wanted you to be happy. so there he sat in the passenger seat of your car, watching the way the sun weaved through strands of your hair and your smile as you pointed out little landmarks. when you finally arrived at the campus, he could understand why you wanted to go so desperately- it was beautiful, lively, creative. everything your hometown was not.

you didn't have to tell him to take a million photos; one of you walking past the entrance sign, one of you grabbing a tour pamphlet, one of you with your tour guide. he had his phone out before you could even ask, capturing a million little memories that he could make a home in once you were gone.

you stayed in a hotel just off campus, courtesy of your parents, in a connecting room that you were both sure to take advantage of. you got pizza from a local place, and connor just listened intently as you raved about how excited you were to live like this every night, growing more and more uncertain in his ability to keep his thoughts to himself.

"it won't be like this, not really," he finally said, regretting it as soon as it left his mouth, "i mean, i won't be here, that's all. but you're gonna have so much fun," his encouraging smile felt more like a cringe.

"you could always come with me," you frowned slightly, and his chest ached, "i know you don't wanna go to college, but maybe you could get a job and then we could rent a place after my first year?" you'd discussed it before, of course, but it never went anywhere. he'd always shaken off the idea, not wanting to hold you down or hold you back from anything you wanted. you'd always insisted that it would be the opposite, but he couldn't shake the nagging thoughts.

"maybe," he said after a moment, "we'll see, yeah? we'll figure something out. maybe you can just come visit every month?" "i guess, yeah," you nodded hesitantly, "i don't wanna just see you once a month, con. i mean- you know i love you, and i believe in you. but sometimes you frustrate me so bad," you ran a hand through your hair, "i know your parents are overbearing, but they'd pay for you to go to school or for you to get an apartment if you'd just ask. you don't have to come with me, of course, but it seems like you want to and that's a perfect solution-"

he stopped you, standing to pace the room, his unease at the mention of his parents making him antsy. "please don't pretend to understand my relationship with my parents," he said quietly, his voice heavy with tension. "pretend?" you repeated with a scoff, "connor, i know you better than anyone! i'm the one who's always there after your fights, that's not fair,"

"just because you're there after doesn't mean you understand! your parents love you, they-" he paused, trying to calm down, "look, i'm sorry, okay? i shouldn't have come with you," you looked stricken at that, a pained, distant look in your eyes, "what?"

"i shouldn't have come, it was a mistake. this is a big thing for you and i'm messing it up," he said with a sigh, rubbing a hand over his face. "you're not messing it up, connor. i just don't understand-" "that's right, you don't understand," he cut you off, "look- let's just go to bed, okay? i'll see you in the morning," he grabbed his phone from the bed and disappearing behind the connecting room door, leaving you speechless.

you ran over the argument what felt like a hundred times, trying to figure out what went wrong. he could be so frustrating, so single minded when it came to his potential, but he'd never lashed out at you. you'd always been the one calming him down, not working him up. you hated this, whatever this even was.

on the other side of the door, connor wasn't doing any better. he felt sick with guilt, hating the way you'd looked at him as he snapped at you, hating the way he'd said you didn't understand. you understood better than anyone else, and he knew that, deep down. you saw him in a way he could never allow anyone else to.

he glanced up as he heard a quiet knock at the door, recognizing the little pattern tapped against it, feeling silly as his heart rate spiked at the idea of you on the other side, coming to him despite his temper. "come in," he called, smoothing out the blanket to busy his hands. you stepped inside quietly, the hoodie of his that you always slept in catching his eye immediately.

"i hate when we fight," you said softly, still standing like you weren't sure how close to get to him, "i can't sleep knowing you're upset," you looked so vulnerable in that moment, he would've done anything to make it better. ask his parents for college tuition, move hours away with you, whatever it took to get the teary eyed expression off of your face. "i hate it too," he sighed, opening his arms and gesturing you over, "not mad at you, just- it's hard,"

you crossed the room, settling on the bed and melting into his arms in the way he'd grown so addicted to. "didn't mean to pressure you," you mumbled into his shirt, "i'm really sorry, con," god, you had it all wrong. "you aren't pressuring me," he said quietly, running his hand through your hair absentmindedly, "i don't even know how to say all of this," you pulled back slightly, just enough to look up at him, your brows knit. "say all what?"

"i want you to do whatever you want, go wherever you want, and i hope you know that. you're gonna do so many great things, and i'm scared i'll hold you back from that, or that you'll have so many things that you won't need me anymore. and i know that's unfair, and you've always shown that i'm important, but it terrifies me, the idea of not having you in my life," he hated the way his voice cracked, "and you're my best friend, and i've sat with this and i haven't said anything because i'd never do anything to jeopardize that,"

i'm really doing this, he thought, as he continued on, "the idea of not being in your life terrifies me because i'm- well, fuck, i'm in love with you. you're so funny and so fucking smart, and you always know what to say, but you never really have to say anything. just being with you is the easiest part of my life. and i'd love to follow you to college, i'd love to get us a place just for the two of us, i would love nothing more than to make a little life with you, and i know we're so young and we're friends and if this is all wrong, we can forget it, okay? but i couldn't act like i wasn't feeling this way, it wasn't fair to either-"

"connor," he opened his eyes, not realizing he'd ever even closed them, to find you beaming and giddy and close to laughing, "i've been waiting so long for you to say that to me, do you have any idea? god, we're both so stubborn," and then you were on him, your arms around his shoulders and your face buried in his neck, hugging him the tightest anyone ever had.

he laughed, breathless and shocked, holding you closer to him, "are you serious?" "of course i'm serious," he could feel your smile against his skin, "i've been in love with you for ages," he pulled you back slightly, your cheeks pink and your smile giddy as you looked up at him, and he couldn't resist it anymore, he kissed you with all the emotion he'd been holding back for what felt like a lifetime, smiling against your lips, laughing as you pulled away to rest your forehead on his.

the two of you just laid there for a while, your legs tangled together and your hands trailing over each others arms, backs, hair, anywhere the other could reach. he hadn't even realized he'd dozed off until you were yawning softly and shifting to lay your head on the pillow. "i love you," you mumbled, a sleepy smile on your lips. "i love you,"

you fell asleep hand in hand, your own bed on the other side of the door long forgotten.

[rodolfoparras]

my most depraved fantasy is fucking an old man that's like.. one look and you know he should be in a retirement home like wrinkles and grey hair and just back pain and everything— yet at the same time, you the young and spry guy somehow only wants to fuck him like you have to literally go slow because you don't want to break his back, and he can't ride you so all he does is just guiding you through it so you won't lose your sanity going slow like I'm a grandpa fucker I don't fucking care and it's better if he has a pussy because I'll be down on my knees all day even if he's dry I'll just sloppy making out AND HIS ASSS??? LOOK I JUST I CAN GO ALL DAY

🪂

Feels like at that point he’d be the one to shame you for wanting to fuck him disgus ton his face as he shoves you deep in his cunt whispering degrading words while he rides your tongue tells you you’re gross for wanting to fuck an old man like him doesn’t even understand how you get it up for his pussy will cum over and over from your mouth but will still think you’re a dirty fuck bonus do it while he’s in a retirement home (does this happen Alec? Yes sir/ma’am/ friend) or have him threaten to write himself into a retirement home to get away from you and you just threaten him that you’ll break in just to eat his cunt am I horny? YES LEAVE ME BE

[mxtantrights]

mob!bucky knows you know

It wasn't a ceremony. It wasn't much of anything. Apparently Sam got ordained and that meant he was legally able to marry you and Bucky. Which, you had no clue was happening today.

But that was only one surprises in store for you.

-

When you got up to answer your door, there was Steve. He grumbled something about your presence being requested at Bucky's estate. His estate which you haven't been to ever--because the whole point of a secret relationship was to keep a secret.

A trist on an estate is hardly a secret.

So you sat passenger side in Steve's Mustang. Neither of you said a word to each other on the ride up there. You kind of wanted to talk to Steve but you knew he was still rightfully holding a bit of a grudge towards you.

It took a very long hour and third minutes to get to the estate.

As soon as you stepped out of the car, you were rushed inside. Steve told you that Bucky was waiting of you but you didn't know what he really meant until you saw him, and all of it.

There were flower petals on the ground, white ones. There was no furniture. Except for a single altar, which he stood at. Sam stood to his right.

"We're doing this now?" you asked.

"Now or never, sweetheart." Bucky said.

You looked down at your clothes. Silently you cursed Steve for not letting you bring something with you to change into. But you stopped yourself right then and there. This wasn't a marriage of love, it was out of necessity. It was a deal.

You walked on over the petals and joined Sam and Bucky.

"Took you both a long time, but here we are. I'm not gonna drag this because we've got a busy schedule today." Sam snickered.

"Thanks." Bucky muttered.

Quickly you looked him over once. He looked a bit--practiced, stone cold. You thought to yourself that was understandable. Based on what Steve told you about how he took the break up.

You were willing to bet that was only a part of it. Bucky never really shared that much about his feelings. Even when you were together. You knew he cared for you deeply with his actions. But he never said it.

To make yourself feel better you always thought you never needed him to say it.

As you stood across from him, hands at your sides as Sam started to speak again, you regretted it. You regretted not ever asking how he felt about you.

Because you know for sure that you were in love with Bucky Barnes.

And a part of you still is.

-

Bucky opens the basement door. And you find the one man you wouldn't want to see any other day. But today is different because you do actually want to see him.

Brock Rumlow is tied to a chair and gagged. You can't help the sigh of relief that comes out of you. He looks at you with wide eyes and starts trying to get out of his restraints.

"You're not gonna get out of that. The kid, Peter, he's got a knack for tying knots. We call him The Spider." Bucky says.

You walk closer into the room. Seeing Brock so helpless gives you a bit of a rush. A rush that a couple of years ago you would have found repulsive. But knowing what you know about Brock now, you find it satisfying.

With a smirk, you lean in close to him.

"You're delusional if you ever thought I would marry you." you speak.

Brock grunts and bangs his chair against the floor.

"And trying to trick my father into it, shows how much of a snake you are." you continue.

"Do you want me to kill him?" Bucky asks.

There it is. The million dollar question. He can't marry you anymore. He can't blackmail your father anymore. Not with you married to Bucky.

You look into Brock's eyes. It's not like you know him well. You've barely talked to the man. And when he's spoken to you, you've always felt that he was more so sizing you up and trying you on.

But looking at him now, you can see it. Fear. Fear is laced into his pupils. He's trying not so show it but it's hard to hide. His breathing is erratic and he won't stop budging against the ropes around his arms and legs.

"Not yet."

[theallianceofcelestials]

Hey its me again!

So if this isn't spoilers for the second SEA's book, could you write a small drabble about Eclipse singing? Like maybe he thinks he's alone and starts singing, meanwhile the family were just about to enter the room but stop and sneakily crack the door open? Or maybe one of his siblings are sick and when everyone is out he starts singing? You don't have to write this right away, I saw that your wrists was hurting in the recent tag, take care of yourself and I hope you feel better soon!

- 🎭

I shall do the sick sibling one

Eclipse looks down at the miserable pile of blankets that's currently hiding Solar Flare

It's really a sad sight like this, constantly shivering and sneezing. When he last checked its temperature was pretty high too. Clearly caught whatever bug Killcode had last week.

Only difference, Solar Flare has trouble falling asleep.

"Come on Flare, you are tired aren't you?"

It just looks at him in that sad way it has, and he sighs.

"What's about to happen won't leave this room, got it?"

Now it turns to looks at him almost curiously, and he's already regretting every life decision that led him here

"You are my sunshine, my only sunshine"

God he's rusty. He sounds like he's trying to grind down metal. But his sibling is looking at him with big, wide eyes, so he powers through the embarrassement

"You make me happy when skies are gray"

It seems to have relaxed some. Perhaps the sickness made it very tired already, but the pain made it unable to sleep.

"You'll never know, dear, how much I love you"

He can see it slowly fall asleep, until by the end of his sentence it's laying its head on one of the pillows. He can see it's breathing slow

"Please don't take my sunshine away"

Eclipse slowly lifts a blanket over it, then rubs at its topmost spike-ray. It nuzzles into his probably cold hand sleepily.

Despite himself, he can't help but smile

[mothvalentino]

It's fascinating how unaware Alastor is of his body language contradicting the unfazed facade he's trying to uphold.

ཐིཋྀ "Careful. The owners of this place won't appreciate you breaking their cutlery...", he lies, knowing full well that in a realm filled with demons, the restaurant has to deal with wear and tear on the daily.

But the deer's poorly conceiled agitation is just too tempting not to comment on.

"See, this is what I mean. All I do is speculate in an attempt to understand you better... and you perceive it as an attack. I don't want to toy with you in a malicious way. As far as I'm concerned, we're past that point. Though I have to admit, you're a fun person to read."

Alastor makes it sound as if the moth is trying to engage him in some sort of contest. A battle of wits perhaps, while in reality Valentino's ultimate goal is for the other man to lower his guard just a bit so he can get to know him beyond the surface level of his carefully curated persona.

"When I was alive, I had to deal with many different types of people who kept their cards close to their chests. Understanding what someone really wants and what makes them tick was a vital trait to keep our business going. What I'm saying is, I have a feeling for sore subjects and the secrets hidden behind perfect smiles. You're not losing anything here. I'm just doing what I'm good at."

"There's no need to defend yourself by putting words in my mouth that I never said. I don't prefer you unpredictable. I don't think you're lacking connections. I don't want to be the one for you, although that does sound hilarious. Reminds me of one of the telenovelas I'm watching. Soft and tender isn't really my style either. I just want to figure out why you're working so hard to keep people at bay. Why waste all that energy by constantly putting up defenses? What happened to you that you're so on edge?"

"And unpredictability is the preferred state that one would want me in?" He asks, too wrapped up in his meal to find the agitation that he knows the statement is meant to invoke. Alastor is a conversationalist - but not generally under these circumstances. Where someone is making it so obvious that they are working as hard as possible to needle under his skin and figure out what makes him tick. Normally, Valentino would have long since earned his ire for such boldness - but the dinner and a show is keeping him otherwise rather sated.

Subject to change, of course. And it's obvious that the other is working to toe the line of Alastor's attitude as he continues to prod. Spiky indeed.

"Is this a dinner or a therapy session? Why so desperate to crawl into my psyche, hm? One would think you would be satisfied with all you have without needing to run after me as though I am the one who got away." The fork in hand is placed between his teeth, sharp points clamping onto the metal and threatening to bend it, though he does not. Harder to eat with twisted tines.

"And you make assumptions that I lack connection. You barely know me. Who is to say who I am friends with and who I am not friends with? I've plenty of individuals revolving in and out of my proximity - which has not included you up until today. Your quick-to-speak mouth does you little credit to paint me as a frightened prey animal seeking love and affection where there is none to be had."

Alastor rolls his eyes.

"Just because I am not bending over in body and mind to accommodate every sop that comes my way does not mean that I lack the capacity."

His mind drifts to Rosie. Mimzy. Niffty. Close enough individuals that, in a pinch (or a dare to name any friends), he would put them into that category. Of sorts. Close enough to it, anyway. To internally refute Valentino's point. But he will not offer the information willingly.

"Or is it that you just want to be the one special soul to turn me around and weasel your claws into my brain, hm? Want to be The One to coax me into something soft and tender?"

The last words are punctuated by the stabbing of his fork into the meat of his dish, brought again up to his mouth to bite and chew as though he is toying with some poor, defenseless creature caught in his snare.

"Or otherwise turn me into a toy of your own making? Please. My standards may not be the same as yours, but I do still have them. Just because you are capable of appealing to my love for spectacle and food does not give you license to believe that I will follow you willingly into your bed."

Alastor laughs then, a rather mirthless sound that leaves him laced in static.

"Try harder."

[infinityandmore]

Doomsday | S.G.

I only feel alive if I'm in pain....so here's some angst :)

I made Satoru into kind of an ass sorry :(

The silent pitter patter of the rain only worsened my mood, almost like Tokyo knew what I was thinking and decided to set the scene like this was the climax in a rom-com, except this one won't have a happy ending.

It was exhausting dating a sorcerer even more when he happened to be Satoru Gojo, constant missions and trips only seeing him briefly in passing, things worsened when Geto betrayed him, and he inevitably had to kill his best friend to save the future of the world, what I didn't expect was the backlash, the endless nights of guilt-ridden tears and misplaced anger, in short I had become the equivalent to an emotional punching bag.

I hoped he would get better, with time and patience and a soft kind of love that even the most bitter person would break under, but it was never enough, Satoru would always take and take whispered sweet nothings in the blanket of night turned into venomous words in the jarring daylight, so that left me sitting in our shared apartment a packed bag containing my clothes and half my self-respect waiting at the door the last fight from a few hours ago replaying in my mind like a broken record.

"You wouldn't understand" His gaze falls on me, impossibly bright blue eyes digging into the deepest parts of me almost like he was looking for more ammunition.

"Then help me understand 'Toru" I look at him my eyes desperate, he came home in one of his moods the kind he only gets in when he's stuck between a bad decision and a worse one.

I walk up to him reaching for his arm, but he steps back almost like my touch was filled with some flesh-eating disease.

"I can't, you're nothing but a bakery worker, you wouldn't understand what it takes to be me." the blow lands exactly where he aims it, my chest deflating, I turn scoffing slightly my eyes welling with tears I refuse to shed.

"I've been with you for six years, and somehow you only have a problem with me being a non-sorcerer when it's convenient for you." I turn to look at him his gaze hard, he had come into my bakery, a new shop I had worked myself down to the bone to open up, with a smile that didn't reach his eyes and penchant for something sweet, I found him coming in daily until he asked me on a date.

"Yeah, and maybe, it was a mistake asking you out" I rear back as if he slapped me, blinking eyes looking into blue ones searching for a hint of doubt but only finding resolution.

I turn holding onto the cold marble counter, feeling for something to tell me this is real, that this was the killing blow in a year's long battle, he breezes past me, a muttered 'I'm going out' and the slam on the door nailing the last nail in the coffin that was our dead relationship.

The lock clicks, a soft jingling of keys signaling he's home, I turn watching as he gazes down at the packed bag, it was night now, I was expecting the soft whispers and half-assed apologies as he thrusted into me until dawn.

"You don't mean it" His voice is merely a whisper, and I stand willing myself to take whatever resolve I have left and take the first step out of this toxic cycle.

"I do" I drop my set of keys on the marble counter, his eyes meet mine swimming with hurt like I was the one that pulled the trigger in this fucked up series of events.

"You're just giving up? Just like that?" He steps forward and I step back, his face falling knowing he didn't have me under his thumb anymore, I pick up the bag the weight whispering for me to put it down and take whatever he's willing to give me.

"This ended a long time ago Satoru, don't make it hard" I walk past him, he scoffs grasping at straws to rein me back in like I was an animal that forgot its training.

"I love you, I'm sorry" those five words stop me, the combination something he used before to placate me, I turn to him my eyes tired of putting up a fight.

"Take care of yourself Gojo" I close the door behind me, making my way out of the apartment building that held me captive for six years, stepping out into the rainy night, somehow, I felt both half dead and like I just started living at the same time.

'Doomsday is close at hand, I'll book the marching band to play as you speak, it's only the death of me'

[angelsdvsts]

"you see, i do prefer life braless anyways -- it's more freeing that way. . . plus i won't have to spend the entire day feeling like i'm suffocating," it was annoying how it clung onto her, digging into her skin; if nya liked them out, she'd definitely lose the bra much more. "a bump before bed? we both know that there will be no sleeping involved. . . and i most definitely have no doubts that you can," because she was obsessed with the way warm lips wraps around her perky tits so perfectly, sucking on them as if her life depended on it. "yeah? you'll let me release all over your thigh? you sure you don't want to lick me clean?" couldn't imagine just how good it'll be for them to add a nice cock into the mix. knowing all too well that it'll just be another prop to gain nya's attention, make sure she had her best friend wrapped around her fingers as well as securing the lifetime supply of goodies. didn't mind getting down on her knees, being the filthiest slut anyone's ever seen. with the added substance fueling her body, she was sure that she'd be more than willing to agree to just about anything. "ooh, possessive aren't you? i think that's so attractive, nya . . . need me a bad bitch that could also protect me," eyes bats flirtatiously with the smile growing upon her lips. "well, i mean... you were planning on having me go with you, so it wouldn't of been so terrible. . . but this is definitely way better, we're overdue for a solo girls night." nothing, but the two females locked away in those four walls, doing whatever they desired. "who says that i'm not wearing sexy undies at all times? you never know what could happen," digits move towards her mouth biting on her index finger as she lets out a soft chuckle. "the double-sided one to really make sure that it's in there... can't make sure that only one of us gets pregnant," and it sounds crazy, but it was exactly what they would do. that thought alone already had her core throbbing and she couldn't wait to finally get up to her apartment.

"it's 'cause your tits are so damn juicy babe! plus they're so good you shouldn't need to wear one like, ever. let them breathe, let the nipples have their moment." and perhaps nya gets something out of it too, easy access to those breasts that taste and feel so damn good. "nighttime routine, a little bump before bed. bet i could make you cum from just sucking your nipples too", brunette challenges with a coy smile. "have you humping my thigh while i nip and bite you." after their threesome with her dealer nya suspects they'll have almost unlimited access to his supply, an extra sloppy blowjob in return for anything else they might want. it seems like all three of them will be getting exactly what they crave, her dealer getting two filthy and horny girls ready and waiting, two eager sluts just desperate for cum and cock. "fuck yeah babe, gonna dip those pretty nipples into a baggie while he rams you from behind, both of us getting high while you're getting stuffed. you'll get your turn though, you can snort while i ride his cock, do it off whatever part of me you want." because once that white power got in to nya's system all she would want is sex, sex in whatever form she can get. "good 'cause if you suddenly get another bestie i'm gonna have to take her out, nobody takes what's mine." and vie was most definitely hers. "gotta admit, the party would have sucked ass i don't even know why i thought about going for even a second. not when i have you." spending the evening getting vienna prepped for her photos, picking out lingerie and telling her which ways to pose --- it was a perfect way to spend the night. "seriously? babe! with a body like yours you should be wearing the sexiest underwear all the damn time ... unless you wanna let those pretty tits breathe, i'll let that slide." giggling she takes a right turn, approaching her apartment building. "three full loads right on our cunts, i think that should be enough right? like, we fuck it so deep into each other it has to take. like, we'll use a damn dildo to make sure if we have to." because using the man's cock would ruin the moment in nya's opinion, vie and her had to be the ones fucking that seed into their waiting holes.

[rintinningvt]

Started watching the Bayverse movies with my besties and... Are we just too gay for these movies??? Admittedly we only finished the first two and got through a quarter of the third, but the second one was such a drag to sit through at times and it probably doesn't help that we do NOT care about Sam that much. I hope that there is a character arc for him in the rest of the third movie. Because so far he has not been fun to watch in that one. He just comes off as a slight manchild to me, like... I can see why he would be frustrated with where he is in life but the way he acts with others and lashes out does not help him in the slightest. I do have to admit though that seeing him go to Cybertronian Heaven in the second movie was the funniest part for me and my besties lol.

I'll just hope that the other guy in the next movies will be at least a bit more interesting. Doesn't even have to be a good guy, just an interesting guy for me lol

[magentagalaxies]

creation of adam but it's this photo of me handing scott the martini before his buddy cole set in the KITH toronto show

[cordelianewman]

There was almost a relief in Cage's eyes when she said she wasn't going to make this into some kind of thing they planned every single bit of. Maybe if they hadn't conceived in six months to a year they would consider talking to a fertility doctor and tracking at least ovulation but there was no need to go that way until they had to. They had the knowledge to know that Cordelia could get pregnant, it was just more about being the right time and hoping that it actually stuck around. Everything he said made sense, "No I get it, I don't want sex to become a business transaction, something we're strictly doing to get me pregnant. Kind of takes the fun out of it and I don't think we need to do that when we have a pretty great sex life as it is." Which was true, why ruin a good thing? Giving a roll of her eyes, "I didn't mind the bruises on my thighs and hips, I liked it." Looking at him a grin tugging at her lips, "I mean it, I enjoyed it, more than I wanted to admit because I was angry, but angry sex, kinda hot. Maybe a lot hot." she pointed out, because it kind of was, "And it's not some sadistic karma that caused all of this, it was the fact that my body wasn't ready to be pregnant. Maybe stress played a factor into it but no one knows the exact reasons, it wasn't like I fell, it wasn't like I got hurt or did anything crazy it just wasn't the right time. There's nothing wrong with how our first would have been conceived but I get wishing you had been more excited and I won't pretend that I wished you had been happier but I also understand that you weren't there yet." It was hard that for him to realize what he wanted he had to lose that very thing and then have to live with it as much as she did, only experience a different type of guilt feeling. Though neither one of them were guilty of anything. They had done their best with what they had been given, and now moving forward all they could do was try and hope for the best and that it wouldn't become a stressor to them personally or their marriage. Honestly, Cordelia was just happy that Cage was opening up about how he was feeling and everything that had been on his mind. Maybe getting away from Merrock for their anniversary had been the best thing, a place to openly talk away from everything, memories and just get it all out on the table and now look where they were? Communication was at least far better right now, not that she didn't expect there to be hiccups at times. "I can promise you that you will not catch me attempting to pick up hay bales prior to getting pregnant either." After losing the pregnancy so early she wasn't going to risk doing anything too crazy in case she got pregnant, and like what happened didn't know and cause any potential issues, but she also knew she'd go about a lot of her normal every day life like she had before. "Think that sounds fair, Twix and I will give you scores on how good you are at moving the bales, I'll get her her own little score board too." she offered a grin pulling to her lips, "But remember she may love you but she's a harsh critic."

Reaching out she shoved him gently, "Oh shut up, I could have cravings without being pregnant." Which was very true, Cordelia loved food and there was always a chance something could pop up in her mind that she would want, and it didn't mean she was pregnant. "Just buckle in, that's all I'm saying, because who knows I could have wicked cravings, or I could be horribly sick and threaten you to keep all food far, far away from me." Might sound a lot like her saying keep it out of the house and dramatics being her favorite form of emotions she might come up with some kind of crazy thought of get rid of it all, but she wouldn't actually mean it. They had four kids to keep fed, two of which were growing teenage boys that she was convinced were actually trying to eat them out of house and home. "No I agree, I was worried about telling them." When she had been expecting, the way her gut would drop remembering they had to break the news in a way that was kind of like, well here this is, without even having a conversation that they had or hadn't been considering this. Talk about the worst proof of non-safe sex to say it just happened to two teenage boys. "Know that that is where we're at that we can give this new little one, when he or she is ready to you know.... happen, the love and time they deserve. Deep down I think Colton and Shawn would love to have a baby sibling, I know Colton got to be around Rosalyn once she was almost a year old but think he would have enjoyed her as a baby baby, and like you said, Shawn loved having Cienna." she pointed out, maybe it wouldn't go so bad if they pointed out the fact that it was because of the four of them and how much love they proved in their family that gave them the ability to know one last child would be given that same amount of love, respect, and care needed. As she saddled up towards the few cases of jewelry it didn't take long to feel Cage behind, press up against her slightly, hands on her hips. "You know I've always loved the idea of a vintage piece, something that had history even if we don't know the history." Of course her ring was technically going to eventually fall into that category given it had been his mother's diamond. A woman approached them with a soft 'hello' and how could she help them. "Oh we're just looking, we're here on vacation for our anniversary and I kind of wanted to take a peek at a few things special maybe." The woman was kind and generous, asking them how long they had been married, them taking turns to explain the finer parts of their relationship from high school to reuniting, maybe leaving out their difficultly at first reconnecting and the whole soup debacle. "I was hoping to look at some bands maybe? For my left hand. Something antique, maybe pre-1940's if you have anything?" The woman nodding happily before returning with two trays of rings. "Oh!" Cordelia's eyes sparkling seeing all the pretty rings in front of her, definitely obvious that they were dated given the looks of some of them. Trying on a bunch the woman took the time again to explain each ring, the period it was from, Cordelia holding her hand up for Cage to see, knowing he was mostly there to oh and ah, before she picked up a particular ring, this one slipping onto her finger with ease. The woman explained it was from the 1920's, with miners cute diamonds, 7 to be exactly, and Cordelia knew it, the second it fit on her finger and held it up, the seven stones sparkling in the light, she had fallen in love.

There was a sense of relief that filled Cage as Cordelia talked about not wanting to schedule this pregnancy, knowing that it was something that had weighed heavily on him. This couldn't be scheduled or planned, not like her school, his work, their childrens' day to day lives, this had to happen when it happened, naturally. When the time was right. "I don't want to have sex to make a baby," Cage chose his words carefully, narrowing his eyes as he thought it over, "I want to get pregnant because on a random Wednesday night, you looked at me a certain way and I kissed you a little too long in the hallway and it just happened, you know?" His voice was softer as he said it, almost a little shy, but he didn't want or need the fanfare. If they couldn't pinpoint the exact moment that they had made a baby because it was borne out of the love between them, then that was more than enough for him, and he paused for a moment, emotion thickening his tone the tiniest amount as he pulled his teeth from the lip that he had bitten onto while thinking and spoke, drawing in a breath, "as sad as I am about what happened and always will be, there's a part of me that's relieved that I can do this right." It was tough to admit, and he didn't want to say it out loud, but felt like he needed to, felt like they had to go through every step of this honestly with one another. "You know that I will love our baby, no matter what, but there was a part of me that was… ashamed, that -- I don't know, that I left those bruises on your thighs and hips and got you pregnant when we were angry at each other and then reacted the way I did, that I couldn't just be happy, even though I wanted to. It's part of why I felt like it was my fault… that we lost the baby. Like maybe it was some sort of sick karma." Cage knew better, but it had still stuck in his gut, twisting beneath his ribs when he thought about it. And he had admitted it to her, but he hadn't been able to put words to it until everything had finally settled. Until he knew it wasn't true, until he had digested the news over and over again. He lifted his free hand to brush at the corner of his eye, not realizing that they had become wet, blaming it on the slight breeze that day before he let out a laugh, shaking his head, "no, nothing like that. You know better than anyone what you can handle, but I'm going to step in and put my foot down if I catch you trying to carry around hay bales at eight months pregnant, and I think that's fair. Instead, you can watch me haul around the hay bales and spend time with your best friend Twix. How's that?"

Cage's face scrunched up as Cordelia talked about the possibilities of cravings, making note of what she would and would not want, and how fast that could change, holding his breath before letting it out. "Too late to change my mind, I guess?" But he was only joking, knowing that nothing about her cravings would ever push him to take back the decision that he had made, even if she woke him up at three in the morning with an elbow in the ribs and wanted pickle flavored something or other that made him gag at the thought of it. He'd find a way through it. "I think that's part of why it's important to talk to them now," he squeezed her hand as he said it, "to understand how they are going to feel about it, and have the time to talk to them and make them understand how we feel about it -- or try. It's better that we're all able to talk than to just drop it in their laps." Telling the boys that Cordelia was pregnant, that they were having a baby, without giving them any indication that they were trying might have come across as though they didn't care about their opinions, that they were moving on with their lives. "I think…" he wet his lips, "maybe telling them that we want to have a baby because we feel like we have the perfect family to love them, to help raise them and take care of them will help them realize that they're a part of it, does that make sense?" he looked down at his wife, "that the only reason we feel like we can do this is because we know how good they are, how much they love each other, and we feel like it's the right environment for them to love another little girl or boy." That was the catch, that this wouldn't just be Cage and Cordelia's biological son or daughter, that this little one wouldn't be any better or more important than any other Newman or Austin or Browning under that roof -- but it would be Shawn and Colton and Cienna and Rosalyn's little brother or sister, it would be as much a part of them as it was their parents. He rolled his own eyes playfully as she talked about the clothes disappointment, and then stole another kiss, before he found himself browsing the little shop, enjoying a few items here and there, but ultimately letting her lead him back down the sidewalk, until… oh no, shiny. "Wait up," he groused on a laugh, heading in after her and knowing that she was going to make a beeline for the sparkly things, coming to a stop behind her with both hands gently resting on her hips, body brushing against hers from behind as he looked over her shoulder at the pieces she had been drawn to from outside.

[schakira]

i feel immense sorrow and depression seeing childhood friends in my neighbourhood and idk why that is. i think i need to leave this town for good