#I still think I have to get better at drawing his features!

[antwuzhere]

hello!! i love your art sm, i've been thinking about your animatics nonstop. kid and leveret is one of my fav yaelokre songs and holy crap it works so well with majorwood??? if you're able, could i request any sort of life series doodle, maybe simple life scott? your character designs are incredible and i've seen so many cool interpretations of second time winner scott so i was wondering what your design would be! thank you!!

Hiyaa!! Thank you so much!! So umm… I might have spent over 3 hours on this and I’m normally really quick at drawing

I quite love him really

This might be one of my favourite arts ever

A lot of words to say about him aaaaaaa

I’d still have his celestial name as like ‘stars’ but he’s meant to resemble the Sagittarius constellation, instead of like shooting stars, which I would’ve had him down as for his first win

Notes under cut:

• a constellation is just like a big cluster of stars, so it’s kinda like he gains more stars for his new win, like stars per win style

• Sagittarius is usually identified as a centaur: half human, half horse - and yknow Scott’s often assigned unicorn motifs because of his channels mascot minty, so it’s fitting to have him portrayed as like a unicorn centaur

•also Joel hates horses, so it would definetly annoy him even more on top of Scott having a double win

• the name ‘Sagittarius’ is Latin for ‘archer’ which is really fitting, as Scott’s super skilled with bows, and he gets tons of kills using them.

•more could be said about the actual, usage of bows in relation to his character’s personality, how it’s an arrow creates a very controlled puncture wound, and even just it being a long ranged weapon, creating this barrier of being reserved

-> not to say that I think Scott’s character is ‘introverted’ or ‘non-outgoing’ he’s the complete opposite actually but it’s more so that he tends hold his personal emotions closer to his chest,

-> by both, putting up a lively energetic front, and favouring his allies wellbeing and success over his own, his real emotions become very self-restrained and reserved. Controlled.

• @ooooo-mcyt (SORRY FOR THE TAG AAAA BUT YOU WORD THIS STUFF IN YOUR POSTS BETTER THAN I DO) has talked a lot about his need for control, especially around how he dies, and I feel like that’s very fitting considering the conventional connotations of a bow and arrow

I have a lot of words to say about him apparently sorry.

•ummm a lil cool detail his heads kinda splitting, and you can see that top quarter of his face is meant to reference what he would’ve looked like after his first win

-> it’s in the same placement as where I put Cleo’s stitches of her face, not an overly important detail, but like a cutesy matching bestie moment

their faces are falling apart but it’s fine cause they can match <3

•there’s a lot more detail to his star halo now, including what looks like the point and feather of an arrow

• the watcher eye and wings are like the handle of his bow just cause I said so

•kinda rainbowy eyes, but mainly green yellow and red

•oh and his skin kinda fades into that purple-black star matter like his origins smp skin

•all the little star markings on his skin is super cool to me, but I also stuck a moon on there cause pearlescentMOON was his soulmate

•it’s hard to tell cause all the colours but he’s got tears like constantly (not quickly mind you, not like waterfalls but drippy tap) falling from his eyes, but they are these starry gold colour, and they just float up and join the other stars

That’s like a favourite character feature of mine

[chigsprincess]

Yayyy fellow chigiri fan!! What do you think he’d be like with a reader who stares at him a lot, and later he finds out it’s because they like drawing him? :3

Still life

a/n: this idea was sooo cute omg. i wish i could draw, but the most i can manage is a stick figure. i hope you have an amazing day tho, and thank you so much for requesting!

You couldn’t help it. Every time Hyoma walked into the room -sunlight shining down on his red locks, the way his mouth curved into a soft smile, when his gaze landed on you. He was just so perfect. So you started at him—a lot.

“You look like you’re trying to memorise me for a test or something.” Hyoma mentioned casually, not really bothered by the intense looks you sent his way. After all, who would have an issue with this lover finding them attractive? Still, he was curious what made you so mesmerised all the time. “Maybe I am.” You smiled, walking up to him to kiss his cheeks, then disappeared into your shared bathroom.

But it kept happening over and over again, and Hyoma’s curiosity started to get the better of him. “Are you okay? You keep zoning out.” He asked, tilting his head to the side. You were hunched over your notebook, occasionally flipping your wrist in elegant movements, clearly invested in whatever you were doodling, yet for some reason, you kept glancing up at him.

You smiled, turning the sketchbook his way, revealing your latest work. It was him, casually leaning against the headboard, reading his novel. He was honestly amazed. The details and the way you seemed to capture his features so perfectly were amazing. “Flip through it.” You said, urging him gently, so he did. Drawings, pages upon pages of him, sleeping, braiding his hair, eating, and even some ridiculous poses that made him send a glare your way. “These are memories I never want to forget… so I drew them.” You continued as your boyfriend reached the end of your notebook. “You could have just taken a picture.” He answered, amazed by the hours of work that must have gone into this. “I could yes… and I did. Like hundreds of them.” You chuckled sweetly. “But this is a lot better.”

He couldn’t argue with that one. He just simply went back to his former position, trying his best the pose the exact same way. “Go ahead.” He mumbled. “I won’t move.”

word count: 350

[uniame]

The way you draw Alex makes me to sick and ill like my hands get so shaky I love him so much and you draw him so good and and and and and and and

Alex and I love you anon

[sysig]

Dr. “Has to get a good grade in therapy” Doran (Patreon)

[princesjackpot]

One of the hardest parts of art for me is keeping the facial structure consistent - so that's definitely something I'm going to work on this year.

[sacred-treasure]

𝘿𝙧𝙚𝙖𝙢𝙚𝙧

𝗙𝗨𝗦𝗛𝗜𝗚𝗨𝗥𝗢 𝗧𝗢𝗝𝗜 𝘅 𝗙𝗘𝗠!𝗥𝗘𝗔𝗗𝗘𝗥

Summary: Toji comes home after a long shift to you, his sweet roommate, asleep on the couch. His innocent admiration turns into something darker as he gives into repressed desires

Warnings: dark content!!—dubcon, somnophilia (touching over clothes, reader orgasms while asleep), age gap (toji's in his 40s, reader's in her early 20s), pet names, smut, 18+, do not read if any of these are upsetting to you!!

Word Count: 2.75k

Author's Note: This is loosely based off of @holeforzenin's Roommate Toji series. That version of Roommate!Toji would not do something like this, but the idea of that dynamic had us both reeling and I absolutely had to write something about it!!

Toji was tired. No, exhausted.

He’s honestly not sure there’s a word in the dictionary that can truly sum up the total depletion of energy from his overworked muscles. Each work day is never just as short as the schedule says and with him working a blue collared job, there’s absolutely no way he gets to clock out unscathed.

Every night he comes home to a silent apartment, a cold bed, and dinner already packed up in two tupperware containers in the fridge. They have matching sticky notes attached to them; one says “dinner!” and the other says “for lunch!”, and if he’s honest, he finds the little smiley faces you draw beside the messages endearing. But he probably would never admit to it. Not to your face, at least.

He’s used to the hum of the microwave as he lets the scent of spices from your cooking fill the small space of the kitchen. Toji may not be good at expressing it but he’s truly quite thankful to have you around the apartment. It’s hard enough having a job that demands every waking moment from him—not to mention the stacks of billing statements sitting on the dining table—but having to plan meals after each night is truly something he doesn’t have time for.

But tonight, he has something better than a homemade meal waiting for him.

Toji unlocks the front door with one of the keys attached to the old carabiner hanging off his belt loop, the simple action feeling immensely laborious. Grabbing hold of the doorframe, he toes off his shoes one after the other and neatly sets them beside your pair of converse, the soles scuffed and worn with their age. When he finally raises his head, he’s met with your sleeping form draped across the couch.

Typically, you finish separating his meals after eating a portion yourself and spend the rest of the night in your room studying until your brain physically can’t cram any more information inside of it. He never asks for your attention, though he misses it dearly at night, and tends to cling onto the memories of your laughter filling the living room.

A sudden applause snaps him back to the present and he turns his head toward the sound. The television is still on, one of the old cartoons you mentioned you grew up watching plays softly in the background. He scoffs and shakes his head at some joke that falls flat before stepping with heavy feet further into the apartment until he’s towering over the couch where you lay.

The light from the screen bathes your face in a warm glow. He takes this moment to really commit your features to memory, although he doesn’t know the exact reasoning behind his actions. The scene from the show changes and the colors illuminating your face alter their hue. He thinks you look pretty like this, peaceful at last after all your running around between chores, classes, and work.

Toji doesn’t even think before reaching down and tucking a loose strand of your hair behind your ear. Your nose crinkles from the tickle of his finger brushing across your cheek, but your eyes remain shut. A smile tugs at his lips as he finds the action kind of adorable.

His eyes begin to wander lower as he focuses on each one of your steady breaths. The rise and fall of your body is accentuated by the thin tank top that clings to your chest, the strap beginning to slip off your shoulder and exposing another inch to the line of your cleavage. He feels heat slowly begin to crawl up his neck and he immediately fixes his gaze on the wall above your head.

“Fuck, Fushiguro, you know better,” he scolds himself.

Has it been a while? Yes. Has he ever viewed you in that light before? Well, if he’s honest it has crossed his mind. He can’t exactly blame himself. All he’s had time for is work and barely getting enough rest before doing it all over again the next day. There hasn't been time to even think about getting into a relationship, much less having time to find someone for sex.

However, having a cute, young girl in the house certainly makes things interesting. He’s only had thoughts that involve you for a brief moment, and the second he realizes what he’s imagining, he forces himself to stop.

Though, there’s something about this scene that stirs in his stomach before settling below his belt. It’s a feeling he can’t name, but one that isn’t altogether unfamiliar. It’s something akin to lust, but there’s another emotion curled around it—guilt, or maybe shame. He knows the role he plays in your life and he knows damn well he shouldn’t even be considering something like this.

But today Toji is just too tired.

That indescribable feeling in the pit of his stomach returns but for once, he allows it to stay. His fingers reach for the remote to the television, sparing only one glance to press a soft button to mute the sound before placing it back on the table. 

You look so pretty like this: hair sprawled out across the throw pillow, lips parted slightly with silent snores, pretty legs draped along the length of the couch. He doesn’t know why, but even with all the immense tons of guilt, he can’t stop himself from sinking down on the cushions beside you.

He tells himself he’ll only touch for a second. That’s all—he just needs one second to feel your warmth. But once his hand finally touches you for himself, he wonders why the hell he hasn’t done it sooner.

Soft doesn’t even begin to scrape the surface of just how heavenly you feel. His calloused palms lightly trail over the length of your shin, fingers curling around your smooth skin before brushing his thumb over your knee. Each touch is soaked in affection in its own specific way. Toji’s emotions blend and create something new he’s never felt before.

He lets out a heavy sigh through his nose as he halts his movements altogether. Reasoning and desire fight within him, his head is screaming protests that are ignored as his body’s instincts win the internal battle.

As he shoves the remaining guilt aside, that small spark in his stomach roars to life.

Toji leans down and presses his scarred lips to the bend of your knee. The touch is featherlight and innocent in its own way. With the close proximity, he can smell the scent of your body wash layered underneath the sweet smell of the lotion you lather yourself with after each shower.

The contact of his warm skin is met with goosebumps and he watches with awe as they scatter along the expanse of your leg. A smirk tugs at his mouth when he sees just how sensitive you are, even while unconscious. His eyes trail along your thigh, watching as the bumps spread higher and higher before they disappear under the hem of your pajama shorts.

The thin matching set you’re wearing does nothing but aid in the sense of guilt he’s already drowning in. It reminds him of how vulnerable you look like this, but he tries to reason with himself that he’s been good up until now, right?

His rough fingertips glide over your thigh but come to a full stop when they’re engulfed in the warmth pooling from your core. He hasn’t felt anything so welcoming in months—he doesn’t remember the last time he felt another person’s presence, besides the little moments he’s spent with you. But sexually? He feels like a goddamn teenager all over again.

The twitch of his cock behind his jeans is undeniable and he’s gritting his teeth in frustration at just how easily this is getting to him. But still, he presses on, his thumb swiftly pulling the hole of your shorts to the side and exposing your pink panties.

“Shit,” he mutters to himself in the otherwise silent room. The tension is so thick he wonders if choking on the air would be enough to kill him or if his racing heart would give out first. His hand moves of its own accord, traveling down to the worn denim and cupping the growing bulge below his belt. It’s screaming for relief, for any kind of friction, and his palm does little to stop the continuous blood flowing to the area.

Toji hesitantly reaches for your clothed center, his fingers pressing gently to the supple skin between your thighs. The heat nearly makes him flinch and he swears he hasn’t felt something this soft in his entire life. You let out a quiet sound from his touch as you stir in your sleep. His eyes widen like a deer caught in headlights but you merely change the angle of your arm before drifting back off once more.

Toji swallows once before continuing, his eyes trained on the barely noticeable line along the center of your panties. His thumb reaches blindly to the gentle slope of your body and makes contact with your clit. He applies the slightest bit of pressure, smiling as he notices the way your leg twitches, unsure of whether to close or not.

Your head turns and your eyebrows pull together in pleasure at the slow circling of his thumb. On a particular hard press, your breath hitches before breaking off in a pitchy whine. He’s absolutely certain he’s never heard anything sound as sweet as that noise and he’s determined to hear more.

He runs his pointer finger along the center of your folds and watches in awe as the fabric darkens immediately from your slick. He feels his body react strongly to the sight and suddenly his own underwear are sticking to him after a rush of precum leaks from his swollen tip. His freehand curls around his cock and squeezes just underneath the head, refusing to loosen his grip.

The sensation of the damp fabric sticking to your most sensitive area has a shiver creeping up your spine and your skin pebbles once more. Toji’s lust-filled, green eyes follow them in their wake up until they dive under the thin material of your tank top. Your nipples harden in response, peeking the fabric as they stiffen.

This is the most restraint Toji has ever shown in his life, he’s absolutely sure of it.

Every nerve in his body is set alight and is screaming out to touch you more, touch you the way he truly wants. His mind floods with the most perverted images: your eyes shiny with unfallen tears, his name falling from your swollen lips, you seeking him out when you just can’t finish yourself off. Every scene piles on top of the one before until anything left of his conscience is fully submerged in the thought of you.

“T…Toji?” Your voice weakly calls out into the quiet space, shattering the silence. His eyes immediately lock onto yours, taking in the dazed expression on your face. You’re blinking sleep out of your eyes but still drowning in the unconscious fog you were just under.

“Shh, shh, shh,” Toji placates gently, neither of his hands even attempting to stop their motions.

“W-What are you doing?” The tremor in your voice is notable as your gaze casts downwards, watching his wrist moving between your thighs. You gasp at the feeling, suddenly aware of how alarmingly tight the coil inside your stomach already is. “Mmm, Toji, I don’t know if you should be—,” you attempt to warn him, but he cuts you off once more.

“Let me take care of you. Just like I always do, right?” His deep voice is different than you’ve ever heard before. It’s rougher now, something gravely laced into his tone that isn’t the usual fatigue that you’re used to hearing after his late night shifts.

“I take care of you, don’t I, sweetheart?” He presses further, awaiting an answer. You hesitantly nod your head before resting it back against the pillow you had been sleeping on, letting the sensations of his experienced hands roll over your tired body.

“Attagirl, there she is. I got you,” he mutters to himself as he sees your eyes beginning to flutter shut. He pulls his hand away from your clit and begins to rub the inside of your thigh soothingly. His touch makes the slight panic flea your mind, he can physically see the tension leave your body as you give into your unconsciousness lulling you under the waves once more.

“So good for me…” The whispered words fall on deaf ears but he smiles at your features falling back into the peaceful state again. His cock is pulsing faster than the rise and fall of your chest, aching to be freed from the old denim of his jeans. But he focuses all his attention on you instead.

He brings his calloused palm back between your legs to cup your covered pussy once more. This time, he tugs at the bow at the center of the waistband, watching with a stifled groan as the panties bunch up between your folds. The action only defines your body even further and he has to bite back the urge to tear the fabric entirely.

“You’re fuckin’ ruining me,” Toji grunts as he presses his thumb back to your clit. He moves quicker this time, determined to make you feel good. He applies more pressure on each circle around your sensitive spot and your body begins to reel from it all.

Your thighs shut around his hand, rocking up into his touch subconsciously. Small whines begin cascading from your mouth and it only spurs him on further.

Toji doesn’t slow his actions when he notices you coming for him. He merely watches as your back arches, hips chasing after your orgasm as breathy, broken sounds spill past your parted lips. Your stomach clenches, thighs tensing as your hand comes to weakly push his larger one away when the pleasure blurs into overstimulation.

“Tojiiiii.” Another weak whimper escapes your slumber as your leg faintly twitches with his slow circles. Pride soaks the smile that adorns his face and he can’t even help the whispered praise that leaves him.

“Good girl. Did so, so well,” his speaks softly, the words dripping with adoration. You begin to move again and his eyes follow to your fingers that softly curl around his palm. There’s a fondness in his chest as he watches you reach out to him, looking for his support even in your subconsciousness.

Any remaining energy is completely drained from your body after the orgasm he brought forth. He watches your body fall into a deeper sleep than before he even interrupted, your chest reverting to its slow rise and fall. He gives a light squeeze to your curled fingers before standing up to finally retreat to his room for the first time tonight.

“Get some rest, pretty,” he whispers against your forehead as he bends down. His lips press a gentle kiss to your temple as he cups the back of your head, the act completely innocent in nature.

When Toji finally sinks into the soft mattress of his bed, he’s drowning in the memories of what just occurred. His cock still aches for his attention, swollen tip flushed and shiny with precum. He frees himself from the confines of the denim, wincing when his hard length slaps up against his stomach. The same hand that brought on your orgasm wraps around his thick dick. It doesn’t take long until he’s spilling white, a choked back grunt stuck in his throat as he pictures your soaked panties.

The next morning, the both of you dance around each other with a thickness in the air. Toji’s unable to meet your eyes due to the knowledge of what he’s done.

“Did you sleep well?” You ask innocently from the kitchen counter, your back facing the man twice your age. Toji chokes on his coffee, setting the mug down all too fast while clutching his chest.

“Shit,” he curses as he catches his breath. “Y-yeah. Guess I did?” The statement twists highest at the end and comes across as more of a question. “Late night. ‘M beat. How about you, kid?”

“I slept okay, I think? Had a weird dream last night,” your voice grows quieter as the flashes of Toji’s face foggily return to your brain. “Felt so realistic, though…”

[whumpster-fire]

Broke: Chilchuck Tims is child coded.

Woke: Chilchuck Tims isn't child coded, he's a middle-aged, divorced man with grown up children.

Bespoke: Chilchuck Tims cannot be accurately described as either "child coded" or "not child coded" because he is a deliberate commentary on the idea of "child coding" itself.

Chilchuck, and half-foots in Dungeon Meshi in general, are given significantly more neotenous proportions and appearances (e.g. larger heads and eyes, rounder faces) than the other races. This is not universal for depictions of hobbits / halflings in Tolkien / D&D inspired fantasy fiction. Compare Chilchuck relative to the "tallmen" (humans) in Dunmeshi to how small races are drawn in something like Legend of Vox Machina (many of those characters are gnomes but whatever) or in basically any official D&D art. It was an intentional artistic decision to make him look like that. This is reinforced when he's temporarily transformed into a tallman (human) and in addition to becoming much taller he gains features that make him look more visibly middle-aged (stubble, eye bags / wrinkles, a more oval face) that he doesn't have as a half-foot. See also Marcille's transformed form and supplemental drawings of what all of the main party would look like as other races. However they do NOT look indistinguishable from actual children as portrayed by Dunmeshi's artstyle and have distinguishing features e.g. larger ears.

Chilchuck is frequently mistaken for a child in-universe, or treated / perceived as one even by members of other races who know he's a half-foot, and he hates this. His infantilization and that of half-foots in general isn't just a running gag, it's a significant plot point and source of discrimination. Like when the party gets impersonated by shapeshifters copying everyone based on the others' memories of them, and most of the Chilchuck clones look and behave more childish than the real one, and they almost get away with it, even though his party should know better than to think of him as a kid.

The narrative consistently takes the position that the people infantilizing Chilchuck are wrong, and are being ignorant/racist.

Conclusion: Chilchuck is definitely not "child-coded" in the way that a 700 year old shapeshifter that looks and behaves indistinguishably from a little kid for contrived reasons. However, he is intentionally designed to make it seem plausible for people who know he's an adult to still not fully believe it and this can make the viewers fall for it too. Which I guess is "child-coding" in a sense. But the message the work is trying to send is very clearly "Don't decide that grown-ass adults are equivalent to children and treat them like children because they have physical characteristics that remind you of a child you dipshit."

While hobbits aren't real and Chilchuck's traits that get him mistaken for a child are exaggerated compared to the vast, vast majority of real people, infantilization of grown-ass adults due to ableism, racism, or just people being dumbasses who forget short people exist is a real issue, and if you start shit with people for shipping Divorced Dad Chilchuck Tims with other characters or whatever you are displaying the exact attitude that's being criticized.

[followthestarliight]

you get jealous (LADS Men)

featuring - Xavier x F!Reader, Rafayel x F!Reader, Sylus x F!Reader, Caleb x F!Reader, Zayne x F!Reader

a/n - really struggled to think of a circumstance for the one that wants to lock us up...

XAVIER

It was just not your day today.

Not only did you come back from a solo mission completely exhausted, dirty and emotional, but you also learned that Xavier had been tasked with helping another Hunter after their partner went down.

A female Hunter.

Now, normally that wasn't a cause for alarm. You trusted Xavier more than you trusted anyone - your life had literally been in his hands a few times. It was the female Hunter you didn't trust; Xavier was a very, very attractive man and it was no secret - you'd often caught women staring at him.

Nonetheless, you stayed at the Hunters Association building until they got back, only for your stomach to churn unpleasantly when you heard his voice followed by her laughter, before you saw them.

She was pretty, you'd give her that. But that wasn't what made you feel insecure - it was the fact that she was unharmed. No scratches, no wounds, not even dirt on her face. And there you sat, dirtied and bloodied like you'd fought a war.

Embarrassment filled you, your face burning as you hastily got to your feet. You made a swift and quiet exit, not wanting to draw either of their attention.

When you got home, you sat in the shower for what must have been an hour. You just curled up on the floor, letting the hot water cascade over your tired body, your eyes sullenly watching the droplets hit the tiles and slide down into the drain. You'd never had any reason to feel insecure before, but today was just not your day.

You heard the apartment door open and close, signaling Xavier's return. Your frown deepened, and you didn't make any move to get up and greet him. But he must have heard the shower running, because he stopped outside the door and knocked, calling your name softly.

"Hey, Xavier. I'll be out in a minute."

That brought a frown to his face. You were typically happier to see him, and your voice didn't normally sound so...sad. But true to your word, you opened the door moments later, wrapped in a towel with your damp hair sticking to your skin.

Xavier's breath caught. He always thought you looked beautiful, but something about seeing you like this, now, made his heart flutter. The sun was setting, just barely peeking into your apartment, but the soft light made your skin glow, and your hair shimmered like strings of diamonds had been weaved between the strands.

"How was it?" Your voice cut his daze short, bringing him back to reality.

"What?" He blinked, momentarily confused.

"The mission," you answered, though a hint of annoyance could be heard in your tone.

Xavier frowned, "It went well."

"Yeah, I see that."

Then you sidestepped him and walked into your shared bedroom, still not even offering him a kiss or even a smile. He trailed behind you, his shoulders sagging, looking and feeling like a kicked puppy.

"Did I do something wrong?" He asked, his voice soft, tinged with hurt.

"No," you shook your head, pulling on an oversized t-shirt - one of his. That at least bode well.

"Then what's wrong?" He pressed, settling beside you on the bed. His hand came to rest on your shoulder, slowly trailing down before his fingers met yours.

"She looked good," you spoke barely above a whisper, voice coming out weak and vulnerable. "Better than me, at least."

"What are you talking about?" His frown deepened. "You mean (Other Name)?" You flinched, and he immediately realised his mistake. "I'm sorry. I just wonder...what makes you think that? She is not better than you, in any way." His hand grasped yours, holding it tightly.

"It's just..." You took a deep breath. "I waited for you, but I didn't look very...presentable. I was dirty, covered in blood-" he stiffened but you ignored that, "-and exhausted. But when you guys walked in...she looked fine. No dirt, no blood, no sign of exhaustion..."

Xavier thought about this for a moment, then gave you a straight answer, "That would be because I mostly dealt with the Wanderers. And you were given a harder assignment, if I recall correctly."

"Still," you whined lowly, "It made me feel...weak."

And then Xavier realised - you weren't insecure about your looks. Because of course not, why would you be? You were the most beautiful woman he had ever seen - and he'd lived a long life.

"You're not weak," he softened his tone, bringing your hand up to his lips, "I would know. I have seen you face odds that even worried me a little bit. And you faced them head-on, and came out stronger because of it." He kissed your knuckled again, "And, might I add, you have done so without me, sometimes."

Your face burned, a smile slowly forming on your lips, "How do you always know just what to say?"

He smiled, "That's you, again. You taught me all of this - how to love, how to comfort, how to just...be. You don't ever have to worry about anyone being better than you, because you far outshine anyone else in every single aspect. And...I'll make you realise it, eventually. I promise."

You smiled brighter, tears brimming in your eyes as you wrapped your arms around him. He held you close, keeping you against his chest, continuing to whisper sweet words into your ear until you were completely relaxed.

RAFAYEL

The temptation to smack your silly fish boyfriend upside the head was becoming too overwhelming to ignore.

You were at another one of his art exhibitions, arms crossed over your chest as you stood alone before one painting. The purple-haired man was a few feet away, deep in conversation with another woman. An actress.

You scoffed, rolling your eyes and turning your gaze to one of the art pieces on display. You refused to let that sight get to you, but the longer he spoke to her the more antsy you got. And it was not for lack of trust in Rafayel, because you trusted him (how could you not when 90% of the time he was glued to you), but you didn't trust other women.

Especially not the ones who were so versed in the art of flirtation, just as he was. Every laugh, every seemingly innocent touch, every flirtatious smile...your blood was boiling.

It would have reached a tipping point, and you would have most likely shoved yourself between them, had the realisation that their professions were much more similar not hit you square in the face in that moment. You and Rafayel were very different, polar opposites if you will, and your jobs couldn't be any more different.

And acting was a form of art, too. Well, some would argue so. It was definitely more related to painting than hunting and killing Wanderers.

In that moment, it felt as if the world was a spinning top. Nausea bubbled within you, your stomach twisting in the most unpleasant way. You had never paid much attention to how different the two of you were, until now. It had never seemed important, because all that you two cared about was who loved the other more - which made for fun arguments.

But now...

You turned away from the scene, the sound of your heels clicking against the smooth marble floor drowned out by the buzz and excitement of the crowd around you. Your exit going unnoticed because of how many people were in attendance.

When you finally found a space outside to breathe, the nausea had subsided enough for you to feel like you were not going to empty your stomach onto the pavement. It still lingered, but didn't bother you as much.

"There you are!" Rafayel's voice met your ears not even two minutes later, "I'm questioning my bodyguard's careless decision to leave me in a gallery full of strange people." He meant it jokingly, but when you didn't laugh, when you didn't even turn around to look at him, his playful grin dropped.

"Sorry, I just needed some air," you replied, voice uncharacteristically monotonous and flat.

"What's wrong?" His scent filled your nostrils a split second later, his hands coming up to turn your body to face him.

"It's-"

"Don't say nothing," he cut you off, "I may sometimes be oblivious to how you feel, but I can see something is wrong."

"I don't want to ruin your night," you gestured to the gallery.

He shrugged, his arms looping around your waist, "I'll have many more of these. They're not special." He nuzzled his face against your neck, "You, on the other hand, are."

You sighed, a heavy sigh that really caught his attention, "Rafayel, have you ever noticed how different we are?"

His entire body went rigid, before his arms somehow tightened around you, cocooning you in his warmth, "No. Don't. You can't do that." His voice shook for a moment. "Don't break up with me."

"I'm not," you reassured him, "I just...you paint for a living, I hunt Wanderers. You're into art, I know nothing about it. You know how flirt, you charm your way through everything, and I just...don't." You took a deep breath, then, "And acting is so much closer to your profession than being a Hunter."

His eyes narrowed, the gears in his head turning slowly. When he finally realised what this was about, his grip loosened and he let out a laugh, "Cutie, are you serious? You were jealous of that woman with the crooked nose? Who laughed, no wheezed, like she had just run a marathon? That lady?"

"Rafayel!"

"I'm serious! I could barely hear what she was saying, her nose was directing me another way!"

"Oh my God," you laughed, unable to help it, shaking your head.

He grinned, relief flooding him at the sight of your smile, "Feel better, cutie?" He cupped your cheeks in his hands, "Or should I tell you that she had the forehead of a baluga whale?"

You laughed even harder, playfully smacking his arm, "She looked prettier from the back!"

"Well, she wasn't," he pulled you against him, hands resting on the small of your back, "Believe me when I say this, you are the most stunning, gorgeous, badass woman I have ever seen, and you always will be. I could paint a thousand pieces, but none of them will ever hold a candle to your beauty." He kissed your cheek, "And I quite like having a Hunter girlfriend; I can brag to anyone I meet about all the Wanderers you've killed."

Your shoulders immediately lost all the invisible weight they were carrying, "Sometimes, you can be so utterly sweet. Thank you, Rafayel." You leaned in and kissed his cheek.

"Sometimes?!"

SYLUS

Sylus was breathtaking. No one could contest that. He was not only physically intimidating, but he was so handsome that sometimes even you felt intimidated. He was the kind of handsome that had women blushing and talking in hushed whispers, fanning themselves while trying to keep their knees from buckling.

You'd never had trouble keeping Sylus's attention. In fact, when you were around, anyone else with him struggled to keep his focus on them. You were always the center of his attention, and always would be.

But of course, you had your moments.

You'd always thought that next to such an attractive man like Sylus, you were inadequate. Or average, at best. That was far from the truth in his eyes; he felt like he wasn't worthy of your beauty. Not even just the physical kind - the kind of person you were was beautiful, pure.

It was a special night for the two of you. It marked a year since you'd admitted to being in love with him, a year since your relationship had began. But he was away, securing loyalty from another gang that ran rampant in the N109 Zone. He promised he would be home soon, and he usually kept his promises. He never disappointed, and he certainly never hurt you on purpose.

So you were fine with it, as long as you got even a few minutes with him.

But then your phone buzzed, and a photo popped up on your screen, sent by an unknown number. You would have immediately disregarded it, had it not been a picture of Sylus sitting across from the most beautiful woman you'd ever seen. He was leaning forward, making it look like he was saying something inappropriate, but you couldn't tell because his face was obscured.

You really should have just deleted the photo and moved on. But then the next message came.

Not with him this time? I guess he feels embarrassed bringing you along when he's talking to someone like that.

They didn't have to elaborate. You could guess what they meant even if you didn't know who she was. She was beautiful, she looked powerful, and she was probably a lot like Sylus. Not his equal, he had no equals, but a perfect match.

You felt sick to your stomach. Sure, only Sylus himself could clear this whole mess up by telling you the truth behind the picture, but you still couldn't stop yourself from assuming the worst.

You didn't hear the door swing open. You didn't hear his heavy footsteps. Your eyes were glued to the screen, the message, the photo...all of it swirling around you like a hurricane. You were frozen to the spot, feeling sick, dizzy, upset...a dozen different emotions that made your head spin.

"Sweetie? What's wrong?"

Your phone slipped from your hand, the clattering of metal against the ground the only sound that filled the room.

Sylus was kneeling in front of you the next second, his fingers closing around your chin. He gently tilted your head up so you were looking at him, his other hand reaching down to pick up your phone.

"Before I look, do you want to tell me what's wrong?"

When you didn't respond, instead shifting your gaze away and rubbing your arm like you were hiding something, he took a look at your phone. And his eyes hardened.

"I get it," you blurted, "Really."

"What?" He looked at you. "You think I-"

"She's gorgeous," you cut him off. "Probably resourceful. She looks powerful and influential. And she's in your line of...work..."

Silas was about to answer, but then you sniffled.

The sound caused his chest to constrict painfully, and he set your phone aside to firmly grasp your hands in his, "Sweetie, look at me." He only carried on once your eyes were on him, "Have I ever lied to you?"

You shook your head, "No..."

"Have I not said you're beautiful enough?"

"You have, but-"

"There you go," he squeezed your hands, reassuring you, "You're so beautiful that if you were put into the night sky, all the stars would look dull in comparison." He lifted your hands to his lips, pressing gentle kisses to your knuckles. "That woman? She serves under me. You work with me, as my equal. She is nowhere near your level."

"And even if she was, I would choose you in this lifetime and every other."

The minute your shoulders relaxed, Sylus smiled. He got to his feet, pulling you with, his arms snaking around your waist. When you looked up at him, he didn't give you the chance to thank him before his lips were on yours, kissing you so fiercely that your knees buckled. Even then, he held you firmly against his chest, kissing you like he wanted to steal the air from your lungs.

When he finally pulled away, you were breathless, your cheeks flushed and eyes wide.

"You're even more beautiful when you're flustered," he murmured into your ear, one of his hands sliding up, fingers tangling in your hair as he cradled your head.

Later that day, when you were sleeping, he summoned the twins, handing them your phone - he would replace it, he wanted that picture erased from your mind.

"Find out who sent this. And bring them to me."

CALEB

The new Caleb was shrouded in mystery, so you figured you would be in the dark about the people he surrounded himself with now. It didn't help that he tried his hardest to keep you away from the Fleet, which had the opposite effect.

Because you were stubborn.

Under the guise of simply wanting to give him lunch, you approached the imposing building that towered over Skyhaven.

For someone who was supposedly not allowed near the Fleet, no one bothered you. No one even looked your way twice - one look and they averted their gazes. Some even lowering them. You'd never gotten this reaction from anyone in Linkon before, so you assumed it must have something to do with your beloved Colonel.

Approaching the room you'd been told he was in, your footsteps slowed once you heard a woman's voice - an unfamiliar one.

"-too reckless," she was saying, "I'm worried about you."

You stopped just outside the door, frowning. Of course, you knew the rational thing to do was not jump to conclusions, and confront Caleb about this later. But you didn't feel like being rational today, your blood boiling as you dropped the lunch bag with the food you had so lovingly prepared for him. The voices in the room went quiet, and you turned and made your exit just as the door swung open.

Not hearing Caleb, now irritated, tell the woman to leave him alone.

Caleb had always been obsessed with you - that much you were certain of. His behaviour, his actions, his words...were all an indication of the deep love and devotion he had for you. It was actual obsession, far from being an exaggeration.

So you knew you didn't have anything to worry about. Or rather, you thought you knew. Because his unwillingness to divulge information about the Fleet, his need to keep you far from that part of his life, was now spawning some ugly thoughts in your mind - thoughts you would rather not have to voice out loud.

Caleb got home before you. Somehow.

He was standing a few feet from the front door, waiting. His hand running through his hair nervously, his foot rapidly tapping the ground - a far cry from the cold, stern man who commanded the Farspace Fleet.

Your eyes drifted away, struggling to maintain focus on him. You quietly hung your coat, then made an attempt to walk past him which was instantly stopped by his hard chest.

You didn't feel like looking at him. You didn't feel like hugging him or holding his hand or touching him in any way. You just wanted to get to your room and put some distance between the two of you. Though you knew very well he would never let that happen.

"Caleb, move."

Your voice was shaky, a testament to how emotionally unstable you were. Your eyes remained fixed on the wall, even as you uttered the command, refusing to even glance at his face.

"Pipsqueak, I-"

"I said move," you repeated, voice trembling even more. Your bottom lip was too, though you were trying your hardest to keep your emotions at bay. "I'm tired."

His eyes narrowed, "You came today."

"I did," you finally pushed past him, and he just let you. "Only to find out that you don't need me worrying about you." You laughed humourlessly, tears pricking the corners of your eyes. "You already have someone to do that."

Caleb feels himself dying a little inside at the sight of your tears. Usually he'll chase them away with a stupid joke or by doing something silly to make you laugh, but he knew right now that was not what you needed.

"It's not what you think," he took a step towards you, cautiously, afraid you might back away from him. That thought sent him spiralling into fear that he might lose you.

"Then what is it, Caleb?" You turned to face him, exasperated and upset, "Because you won't tell me anything!"

He remained silent, and you scoffed.

"That's what I thought."

"No, no, no, wait, pipsqueak!" He grabbed your wrist before you could walk away. "She's no one important okay? Actually, she's no one at all."

You crossed your arms, not quite believing him.

"I've..." He sighed, his hand moving from your wrist to intertwine with yours, "I've been working on something. It's, ah, a little embarrassing." His cheeks turned slightly pink. "But I swear, it does not involve any other woman."

"So then what is it?" You asked, tears drying as you became more curious than upset.

His blush darkened, "I may have been...trying to make my virtual assistant speak with your voice...That's why you heard her say that. It was a short clip of a voice note you once left me, but the stupid thing is struggling to incorporate your voice into its system."

Your jaw literally dropped.

"So you're telling me..."

"Yep." From the way he said that, you could tell he was trying his hardest not to laugh.

"Don't laugh!" You whined.

He burst out laughing, "You were jealous of yourself, pipsqueak! Or, well, my virtual assistant that's supposed to sound like you."

"Stop!" You cried, smiling as you covered your burning face with your hands.

He chuckled and wrapped his arms around your waist, pulling you flush against him, "Between the Farspace Fleet and trying to keep up with you, I don't have time to entertain other women, pips. Even if I wanted to, which I definitely do not. So get that out of your mind." He playfully flicked your temple.

You yelped, "Caleb!"

He grinned, "That's for thinking I could ever look at anyone else the way I look at you."

ZAYNE

You never had any reason to question Zayne, or any of his late night shifts. Or any shifts at all. You always waited for him patiently at home, sometimes ending up asleep on the couch or in your shared bed. But you would usually wake up with him there, which made everything okay.

A few minutes in the morning and a few minutes throughout the day were better than nothing at all.

But then the new doctor came into the picture. Or rather, an assistant the hospital had assigned him. A transfer who had, if the nurses were to be believed, specifically asked to work with Doctor Zayne.

She was beautiful, sure, but you weren't intimidated by that. Zayne himself did not care much for looks, and he always made you feel like the most beautiful woman in the world anyway. He may be busy, but he never forgot to cherish you.

No, she was intimidating because of how intelligent she was. Being in the same field as your boyfriend, she knew a lot that you didn't. And she took his advice when you didn't (mostly). In fact, she craved his advice, sought it out even. And even though you knew Zayne would never do anything, and that he loved you, keeping your thoughts to yourself and bottling it up just worsened the sting.

You didn't notice your hands shaking until you knocked on his office door, cursing because now he was going to scold you. You stayed up late, and might have consumed one of those energy drinks he'd told you to stay away from.

"Hey, I brought you-" You stopped after opening the door, seeing his assistant doctor sitting across from him. "Oh, sorry, I'll-"

"Come in, (Name)," Zayne's voice softened, as it only ever did for you.

You stepped into the room, but his sharp eyes caught onto your trembling hands before you could even raise the lunch packet.

"Why are your hands shaking?" He frowned.

"I-"

"Did you sleep late again?" He asked, "You had one of those energy drinks."

You cursed the universe, because why did he know you so well?

"I...may have..."

"If I may," the female doctor cut in, which you found a bit rude, "Those energy drinks are incredibly bad for your health. Even just one contains enough acid and caffeine to digestive issues, and-"

"Yeah, thanks," you cut her off, "Didn't know you had a twin, Zayne." You dropped the lunch bag on his desk before swiftly exiting, without letting him speak. For added dramatic effect, you slammed his office door shut behind you.

At home, you slumped into the comforting arms of your couch, your body sinking into the soft cushions like it was trying to swallow you whole. You almost wished it would, just so you could be put out of your misery.

Curled up on the couch, you didn't hear Zayne enter. Nor did you hear his footsteps, too lost in your own world of insecurity and sadness. You didn't even realise you were crying until Zayne tapped your shoulder, and you lifted your head, and something wet rolled down your cheek.

His brows furrowed, "Why are you crying?"

"Are you seriously asking me that?" You snapped at him, then sniffled. "Sorry, I didn't mean...I just..."

"You're worried about my assistant," he concluded, then sat down on the couch next to you. "If it's any consolation, I did not want nor need an assistant. It was...a surprise."

"I know," you wiped your face, only to be stopped by him, and his fingers replaced yours in brushing your tears away.

"Then what is it?" His hand settled on your cheek.

"She's just so...intelligent," you frowned. "And she listens to you better than I do. She even asks for your advice, and I...I always ignore it."

He let out a heavy sigh, but brushed his thumb across your cheek, "I have come to find your ignorance of my advice quite...endearing. It wouldn't be you if you listened to me, right?"

Those words earned a small smile from you, "Yeah."

He nodded, "Exactly. And I want you. No one else. You, with your deplorable sleeping habits, and even worse eating habits. You, with your obliviousness to health risks, and your blatant ignorance of them even after learning-"

"Is there anything good?" You grumbled, but your smile grew anyway.

He chuckled, "Yes. You, with your spontaneous in-office dates, you with your silly pranks that often raise my blood pressure, you with your innocent but wonderful outlook on life." He squeezed your hand. "And most importantly, you, who reminds me to step away and have a little fun now and then. I cannot imagine being with anyone other than you, because I have come to adore everything about you - the good and the bad. And the stressful."

Your face burned, but you let out a soft laugh, "The stressful?"

"As I said, you've raised my blood pressure on many occasions."

You laughed more, "I'm glad to be of service."

He smiled, a rare, genuine smile that he only ever let you see, "I'm glad you feel better. Now that I'm home, let me cook you dinner and we can do whatever you'd like."

"Perfect," you smiled.

[dead-boys-club]

†  a seat : the fatui.

❥ scenario: their s/o decides to take up residence on their lap --- during a meeting. ❥ no triggers ❥ i don't have any beta readers - you get what you get. ❥ requested.

❥ la signora.

she wouldn't give much of a reaction, her eyebrow raising and a barely noticeable hint of amusement to her gaze. open affection isn't something she's keen to show, especially in a professional setting but she wouldn't make you move. if anything, she would just shift in her spot and adjust her posture to make sure you were comfortable, though her movements wouldn't be big enough to draw attention. she would enjoy your closeness but would remain as cold and composed as always. after the meeting is a different story. while she may not show too much emotion, she wouldn't try to hide the smirk as she approached you. 'you certainly know how to make a statement, don't you, darling?' she asked, reaching out to gently tip your chin up with her pointer finger, 'don't think you can distract me so easily.. you'll have to do better than that.' there was a clear affection and appreciation in her gaze, despite the words, honestly enjoying your boldness.

❥ scaramouche.

at first, he genuinely wouldn't even know how to respond, frozen for a split second before brushing it off, not wanting anyone to notice. he'd look at you, eyes flickering as if looking for an answer to your sudden actions. scara isn't one for such open displays of affection, or any at all, especially in such a formal setting - he would fight between irritation and silent, frustrated acceptance; he didn't want to cause a scene. 'what do you think you're doing?' he would hiss under his breath, leaning close to your ear, enough though he wasn't actually trying to remove you. he would be annoyed for the duration of the meeting, though just accepting your bold statement that he, quite honestly, didn't understand. oh boy, he'd be so fast to corner you, arms crossed and staring you down. 'what was that all about?' he demanded, though something was off - his tone didn't hold the same hate soaked bite it usually did; even his s/o had to deal with that. you could see the ghost of a blush on his features but you knew he'd never admit to being embarrassed. 'you're lucky no one said anything,' he muttered, the tiniest hint of softness forming in his gaze. he wasn't as upset as he wanted to seem.

❥ childe.

it shouldn't come as a surprise that he would be the most openly and unashamedly amused, of course, having no complaints. as soon as you took your place, a grin would form and he'd offer your head a soft nudge with his nose. 'comfortable?' he'd ask in a whisper, teasing as always but still loving. his arms found their own place around you, keeping you close. to childe, holding onto you came easy, automatically knowing how to shift so you were comfortable. he wouldn't be concerned a single bit about the others, the glances only making him grin further. he enjoyed showing off the relationship you had. he'd be pretty excited once the meeting ended, the grin never leaving his features, though softening into a smile once he approached you. 'you made it pretty hard for me to concentrate in there.. that was an important meeting,' he teased, arms wrapping around you once more to pull you closer; if you were honest, neither of you had heard a single word that was said. 'i'm not complaining, though,' he'd chuckled, pressing a kiss to your temple. he was just happy to have someone who was so open to show him affection.

❥ dottore.

as annoyed as he'd be, he'd also be curious. were you testing him? were you crazy? had you.. taken something? he'd really be at a loss, especially as someone who wasn't exactly one for public displays of affection - meeting or otherwise. he would view your actions as a distraction and wonder just what kind of statement you were trying to make. 'this better be worth the interruption,' he muttered, adjusting his posture to accommodate you, shifting his focus back to the meeting. he would occasionally glance to you, jaw clenching as he tried figuring you out. once the meeting was over and you dismissed yourself, only to be closely followed by him. 'what exactly were you trying to achieve?' he asked, hand taking hold of your jaw to lift your head, though his touch wasn't as rough as you expected it to be. you only blinked and shook your head. there was a shift to his usual demeanor, something a little softer, letting you know he wasn't as displeased as you thought. 'you should know better than to disrupt my focus,' he added, leaning closer to you, eyes searching your own, 'you truly are a strange little creature..'

❥ arlecchino.

she would spare you a glance, expression unreadable as it always was. you taking a place on her lap wouldn't cause even the slightest of budge to her composed nature - you would have to do a lot more for that to happen. she does, however, rest a possessive hand on your hip, making sure to keep you close. there would be no open acknowledgement of your actions but she would make sure you were comfortable, attention never leaving the meeting. all you really needed though were her actions; the quiet protectiveness, even in such a formal place. once the meeting ended, you wouldn't be leaving your spot, held steady by her. she would wait for everyone to leave before speaking, 'that was quite bold,' she spoke quietly, a hint of approval to her tone, 'but you should know others may not be so understanding.' as she spoke, she got closer to your ear, offering your hip a gentle squeeze. arle knew very well how to stake her claim and the last thing she needed was for someone to misunderstand your easy show of affection.

❥ columbina.

like childe, she would have no issues with your gesture, even allowed a soft smile to grace her features. the two of you were known to play your little games and would see this as a simple, easy thing on your part. there would be no words but a soft hum of acknowledgement in the back of her throat. columbina would have no concerns when it came to the others, her attention easily balanced between the meeting and your presence. as she listened, she may let her arms loosely rest around you, head resting on your shoulder. once the meeting ended, she'd just tilt her head to nose gently at your shoulder. 'could you not have waited until after the meeting?' she mused, tone light. she wasn't one to make a big deal of anything, being considerably nonchalant about most things, brushing them off. 'next time, let's save the affection for when we're alone, yes?' she wasn't upset or bothered at all, she enjoyed the question affection, but she preferred keeping gentle, intimate moments to be in the privacy of your rooms.

❥ pantalone.

being the master of maintaining appearances, it came as no surprise that panta would remain composed, his expression calm and pleasant. not many things managed to crack his image, even you and your risky gestures. he continued to participate in the meeting with ease, a hand sliding to settle at your lower back, pulling you closer. 'how reckless of you,' he whispered, the brief show of a smirk evident against the shell of your ear, tone amused. he would enjoy the moment, all while keeping up his perfect little facade. there would be an amused glint to his eyes as he approached you after saying his farewell to the others. 'you realize the kind of attention such actions might draw, don't you?' he questioned, his tone giving no indication of being upset or annoyed with you. 'not that i mind, of course.. it certainly keeps things interesting.' panta was aways aware of appearances and his surroundings, as well as those around him. he would never openly express displeasure with your affection to him, but he'd make sure you understood. 'just be careful, my love.. not everyone will be as forgiving.'

❥ il capitano.

words are not something capitano needs to use often, his imposing presence often speaking for him. even with a mask on, his expression wouldn't change as you silently settled onto his lap - he also knew no one else would make the mistake of saying something to him about it. he wouldn't push you away or show signs of disapproval, he would actually rest a hand on your side, adjusting to accommodate you. he isn't one for grand gestures or openly displaying affection and his hold on you simply sat as a protective claim, however, him allowing you to keep your place during such a time would speak volumes of the trust he shares with you. he would continue as if you'd always been there, his grip on you tightening and loosening upon the subject shifts of the meeting. you didn't bother to move when the meeting ended, knowing he wouldn't let you slip away so easily. once everyone was gone, he spoke, tone low and calm. 'what was all this for?' he asked, though no annoyance or accusation to his words. he was genuinely asking. you knew a head shake wasn't exactly an answer but he accepted it, watching you closely. 'just be mindful of the setting next time,' he commented, this time soft yet firm, letting you knew the actions weren't unwanted but the timing wasn't proper. he was considerably reserved in nature but he appreciated your little moments of affection.

[thewildwaffle]

Friend Shaped

The professor clacked his beak sharply three times in the front of the room. The students, around 40 individuals, and many species from across the galactic arm hushed almost immediately. “Welcome back, class. The day for your first planet-side mission to Nemulon 3 is fast approaching, and we've still got a lot of safety training to cover, so let's get started.” The professor stepped aside to allow a projection to display against the board behind him. A picture of a blue, green, and gray planet shone brightly against the dark tapestry of space. Nemulon 3 had been discovered deca-orbits ago but offered a wide variety of biomes that were the perfect blend of challenging and safe to train new recruits to the Galactic Alliance’s Exploration Fleet. “Today we're covering some alien fauna you may encounter while conducting exploratories. Most are small enough that they won't pose much of an issue, but we do have a few category 5 lifeforms that you need to be aware of.” The display behind the professor changed from an image of Nemulon 3 from orbit to a chart topped by 5 images with their respective labels: karindru, oold, dini-dini, barintuna, and great lavalen. Before the professor could start in on the next part of his lecture, a voice spoke out from the middle of the classroom.“That looks like a dog.” The professor stood with his beak half open. He was certainly not used to being interrupted, let alone this early in the lesson. “A what?” He finally choked out. There was a pause as if the offending student was thinking better about drawing more attention to themselves before slowly putting their hand up in the air. It was a human. Cadet Valentina, if the attendance role had been accurate. “I said it… it looks like a dog.” Human Valentina inhaled as if gathering the courage to say more. “They're a carnivorous canine species on earth that humans domesticated thousands of cycles ago and selectively bred to be pets.” The professor’s beak closed with a snap and some of the features near the base of his neck ruffled slightly. “Nemulon 3 is 47 light years away from Earth. Any similarities between each planet’s fauna is purely coincidental, a product of parallel evolution.” The human bowed her head and said nothing else, so the professor continued. “Now, for many of you of larger stature, a single karindru might not pose much of a threat, but their real danger comes from their numbers. They live, travel, and hunt in packs. Thankfully, their method of communicating with each other in their packs are quite loud, so you will hear them long before you see them, and hopefully, before they see you. Typically you’ll hear anything from yipping, chirping, and howling.” “Kind of like coyotes.” The professor stopped and stared at the human again, feathers ruffling once again. “Another kind of canine species back home,” Valentina offered quietly. If the professor was capable of growling, he might have been tempted to at that moment. Instead, he sighed slowly. “I can assure you, trying to get close to these will likely end with your injury or death.” “Well, that's what ancient humans thought about wolves too, but then we bred them into dogs and now they’re our best friends.” “Karindru are not, nor are any native creatures on this planet, your friend. Not now, not ever.” The professor turned sharply back to the board. The entire class was dead silent. Few even dared to breathe. It was quiet enough, in fact, to hear the human mumble under their breath, “If not friend, then why friend-shaped?”

The human was promptly given detention and assigned extra homework of writing “I will not try to domesticate any native fauna on Nemulon 3” one hundred times by hand.

[moonstruckme]

fae!Sirius asks for your name and you give it to him immediately because he's just so pretty wtf and he feels too bad to steal it from you because you're looking at him like he's a god and sure, it's not uncommon for his 'victims' to think he's beautiful but something about *you* just makes his little fae heart race-

I'm so normal about him I promise <3

Babe you have no idea how this has sat in my brain since you sent it all those months ago. I am not normal about him. Thank you! <3

fae!Sirius x whimsical!reader ♡ 804 words

Sometimes, when you leave your gifts in the forest, you’ll think you hear movement behind you. A soft crunch of the leafbed, or a rustling in the trees overhead. You’ll catch the rich scent of soil after a storm, though it hasn’t rained for days and the sky is blue and cloudless. Sirius will watch as your head lifts, noticing these things, but then you’ll simply carry on with what you’re doing, stand up, and go home. 

One day, you stand up to go home and find him waiting for you. 

“Hello, lovely,” he says, watching in amusement as your human face stills with awe. Your lips part. 

You know instantly what he is. No human carries themselves like the fae do, like Sirius could melt into the foliage at whim and you’d never find a trace of him. None of your kind have features quite so fine, or hair so dark it eats the sun. Or eyes like his, ever changing, shifting colors like a fish’s scales. No, you recognize him with one look. 

To your credit, you recover quickly. “Hello,” you say back. 

Sirius smiles with his too-white teeth. “What have you brought me this time?” 

You look behind you, to the tree hollow where you leave your gifts, as though you’ve already forgotten. “Oh. It’s a new cheese I found. Sea salt and honey.” 

Sirius cocks his head, intrigued. “I’ve not had that before.” 

“I thought you might not have.” Your initial surprise is wearing off, giving way to a sweet airiness. Your smile is soft as fresh snow. “I try to bring new things for you to try. I didn’t realize how small the portions would be, though; you’re bigger than I thought.” 

Sirius looks at you, making his eyes flash. He expects you to flinch, but you gasp softly, leaning in as if to see better. Strange. 

“You think that because I’m this size now, I must always be,” he says. 

“Aren’t you?” 

He tsks, teasing. “Best not to make presumptions.” 

Once again, curiosity rules your expression. Your eyes squint and your brows twitch towards each other, but before you can ask more questions Sirius goes on. 

“You’re beautiful,” he says, a simple truth. He wonders if you know he can’t lie. “If you’d let me repay your generosity, I’d like to give you a gift in return.” 

Again, your lips part, but you hesitate. Such pretty lips, Sirius thinks. So expressive. 

“That’s alright,” you say after a moment. “I don’t need anything. They were for you.” 

Sirius hides a smile. Clever thing, not to accept gifts from the fae. 

“If that’s what you want.” He asks, in a voice like spidersilk, “But what should I call the beautiful girl who’s left me so many gifts?” 

You smile and give him your name without reservation. Perhaps not so clever after all. 

Sirius says it back to you, rolling it around in his mouth. It leaves a sweet aftertaste on his tongue. You nod in clueless confirmation. 

“Can I ask yours?” 

“No,” says Sirius, “you may not.” 

You don’t appear offended. Your eyes are placid and trusting. Maybe it’s that look that makes him hesitate. Sirius knows what he’s meant to do now, what he’s done to others before you, but he finds himself tempted to wait. To see what you do next. 

“Well,” you say after a long silence, “I hope you like the cheese. If you want more, I can bring you some next time, but I should probably be getting home now.” 

“So soon?” Sirius asks. Though the breeze is cooling, and the sun’s dying rays tangle in your hair. 

You smile, almost apologetic. “Yeah, but—oh. Here, I forgot.” You reach into your bag, drawing out a long feather. It’s onyx black and shines like oil in the fading sunlight. “I found this at a friend’s house a few days ago, I meant to leave it with the cheese.” You look at him, shameless in your appraisal. “It sort of looks like your hair.” 

Sirius smiles, feeling the stretch of his lips with an odd sort of amusement. “It does,” he agrees. He lets you place the feather in his hand and feels the warmth of your fingertips on his skin with something like awe. A human has never been so bold as to touch him before. 

“I’ll visit soon,” you say, granting him one last, serene smile as you turn to go. “I hope you come out and say hello.” 

He thinks that he might. As you walk away, feet padding softly on grass and the shadows of trees falling over you like loving touches, he considers stealing the name you gave him so freely. 

But you’re lovely, and Sirius is a hedonist. He wants a taste of those lips given of your own free will. 

[frenchkisstheabyss]

♡ ａｒｔ ｄｅｃｏ ♡

♡ Pairing: roommate!hyunjin x chubby!fem!reader

♡ Genre: smut/fluff

♡ Summary: You and Hyunjin are roommates, nothing more...and that's alright. At least that's what you tell yourselves. You've survived the last year by pretending you don't want each other, telling yourselves that the other's not interested. Your delusion's fully intact when Hyunjin catches you up late one night working on a project. He offers to help you research your subject, deepen your knowledge so to speak, but there's much more to it than that.

♡ Word Count: 4k-ish

♡ Warnings: playful teasing, use of an aphrodisiac, hyunjin can get a lil bossy, jealous hyunjin, making out, finger licking, nipple play, dry humping, fingering, oral sex (f receiving), pussy drunk hyunjin, things get very wet, fingering, clit play, low key body worship, a lil manhandling, unprotected sex, rough sex, marking, creampie, they're both quite needy, overstimulation, pet names (baby, sweetie, good girl, pretty girl).

♡ A/N: Hello my darlings. So this fic is a request that's a part of my 3.4k follower celebration which you can find on my page if you wanna put a request in! Thank you to @owlbeforsunrise for requesting this and for being so genuinely supportive of me with my writing. Love you so much xoxo

Procrastination. It’s your worst enemy. You had weeks to get this project done but it was always one thing or another and before you knew it the clock was counting down. Now it’s half past midnight and you’re stationed at your kitchen table, legs kicked up and a sketch pad in your lap.

The subjects of your current drawing are nestled in a medium sized wooden bowl, swirls of mahogany dancing in harmony with the collection of glistening pomegranates resting within. Pressing the button on the side of your headphones, you skip to the next song, humming along as it picks up, your colored pencil scratching away all the while. 

Hyunjin thinks you’re cute like this. With your messy hair and mismatched pajamas. You’re running on the last bit of an iced Americano and feel like absolute death but to him you couldn’t be cuter. He knows that even from behind. It’s not nice for roommates to sneak up on each other but you and Hyunjin never quite got around to the whole “setting boundaries” thing. 

Resting a hand on the back of your chair, Hyunjin leans over your shoulder, lifting one of your earphones to whisper, “Boo.” 

You jump a bit but immediately still yourself, readjusting in your seat to play it off. “Boo yourself” you huff, refusing to look in his direction.

“Scared ya?” he asks, grinning at the defiant look on your face. He was mistaken when he thought you couldn’t get cuter. You’re much cuter when you’re mad. 

You turn to him, lips tight, eyes narrowed, “Don’t you have something better to do? Drink cement? Chew glass?”

His smiling face hovers only an inch from yours, even less when he leans in closer, his gaze dancing over your features. Sometimes when Hyunjin looks at you it’s like being under a microscope. With him no glance is passive. Everything feels like it means something, like he’s studying you, and you can’t stand it. The heat behind those brown eyes is so casual, so effortless, that it’s intimidating in ways you could never bring yourself to admit. And now’s not the time for it. 

You roll your eyes, snapping your attention back to your drawing. “Why are you up anyway?”  

Hyunjin lingers a moment, a photographer taking one last shot of a precious thing, before making his way to the fridge. “I don’t know” he shrugs, an arm draped across the open door as he takes in his options, “Just couldn’t sleep I guess. Too much to worry about.”

You pause your music, jaw hung in shock, “Hwang Hyunjin? Worried? What about?” 

He drops his shoulders, responding with a pained groan, “You know I hate when you call me that.”

“I know” you giggle, doing a little dance with your shoulders, “That’s why I call you that. So, what’s up? Come share with the class.”

Grabbing a bottle of soda, he flings the fridge door closed, and turns to face you, unamused. He contemplates telling you, you can almost see the idea floating around that head of his. He could tell you what he was thinking about. It’d only take a sentence to tell you how one of his best friends texted him earlier asking if you were single. It’d only take another to confess how jealous that left him, how he’s been spiraling ever since, but instead he pops the soda open, gulping down the fizzy drink and any possibilities of a confession right along with it. 

“So, why are you drawing pomegranates?”

You click your tongue, lips curving into a smile, “Why are you deflecting?” 

Hyunjin grabs for your sketch pad and you tighten your grip around the corner of the book but it’s no use, it’s already his. “Is this some new fruit fixation or…”

“It’s not a fruit fixation. It’s for one of my classes. Human Sexuality and the Arts” you say, twinkling your fingers to make it seem fancy. 

Hyunjin raises an eyebrow, glancing over at the bowl of fruit and back to you. “And what does that have to do with human sexuality? Were people, you know?” 

He does a light humping motion, your sketch pad propped up at his hip. You snatch it back, refusing to let him violate your art in such a way. “No. People weren’t fucking the pomegranates!” you shout, hitting him with the book, “The ancient Greeks thought that pomegranates were an aphrodisiac. They associate it with the goddess Aphrodite. Some people even say that the forbidden fruit in the Bible was a pomegranate, not an apple.” 

You light up when you speak, you always do when it comes to your art, and Hyunjin can’t help but admire everything about it. The way your brain works, what it manages to create, is almost as beautiful as you are. Just almost.

“Why are you staring at me like that?” you ask, catching onto that starry eyed gaze. 

Hyunjin shakes it off, switching modes like a classically trained actor. “Because you’re just so…” he trails off, thinking up the word, “Painfully nerdy.” 

“Oh, fuck you!” you laugh, flipping him off, “Forgive me for doing my research.” 

He blows you a kiss, making your heart flutter against your will. “Research, huh?” he asks, picking up a pomegranate. He juggles it in his hand, feeling the weight of it, “So you must’ve tried it then.”

“Tried what?”

“Pomegranates. You said they were an aphrodisiac. Ancient Greeks, goddesses, forbidden fruit, all that. How do you know it’s not bullshit?”

You chew at your inner lip, the tail of your pencil tapping away at the page, “I guess I don’t.” 

“Then why don’t we try it?” he asks, presenting you with the fruit. 

You stare at it for a moment, taking it in like it’s some alien thing. You look up at him, your temperature rising at his sudden closeness to you. You’d be a liar if you said you never wondered what it’d be like to have him standing over you like this, that handsome face staring back down at you, but in none of those fantasies was he holding groceries. 

“And by ‘try it’ you mean what exactly?”

You watch as he heads over to the kitchen counter, grabbing a plate from one of the cabinets above before he slides a knife from the block near the sink. With a few swipes of glimmering steel, the pomegranate’s left in four perfect pieces. Placing the knife down, he picks one up, turning back to you. “Come here.”

“No…” you sigh, popping your headphones back on. You have a deadline to meet. There’s no time to spare for his nonsense. 

“Come here” he repeats, his voice laced with a certain sweetness. The kind that makes you fold for him every time. 

You toss your headphones onto the table, your art supplies following close behind as you rise from your seat, bare feet dragging across the cool tile floor. You grab a slice of pomegranate, raising it to your lips before an unexpected hesitation takes hold of you and you toss it away. 

Hyunjin leans against the counter, vexed by your reaction, “What? You think I poisoned it?”

“No, it’s just…you first” you insist, hoping to distract him and yourself from the nerves bubbling up inside you. 

“Me first?”

“Yes, you first. It was your idea so you eat it first.”

He clears his throat, standing up straight so that his tall figure seems even more impressive. Two steps bring him closer to you, his toes right on the edge of touching yours as he brings the fruit to his mouth. His plush rosy lips close around it, his dexterous tongue working the fleshy seeds free of the rind. Scarlet juice drips from the corners of his mouth, riding the sharp contour of his jaw to coat his chin. You’re drawn in by how delicately his mouth works against it. Something about it is so sensual, far more sensual than you’re sure he intends it to be. 

Your body doesn’t care one way or another. Intent means nothing to your quickening pulse or to the warmth creeping its way to the lower half of your body. You don’t even notice you’re holding your breath until his mouth pulls away from the rind and you exhale like you’ve been underwater for an eternity. 

“Now you’re the one staring at me like that” he laughs, disposing of the rind on the plate. “Something on my face?” 

Instinctively you bring your fingers to his chin, wiping the juices away, “Actually, yes. Didn’t know you were such a messy eater.” 

“I thought some girls liked that” he says, a mischievous glint in his eyes. 

You swallow hard, your hands trembling barely enough to notice. Only Hyunjin does. Taking you by the wrist, he presses your fingertips to his lips, your touch feather light. You still as his tongue darts out, its wet warmth tracing the shape of your fingers. His eyes never leave yours as he does it. He wants to see how you react, how you feel, and you don’t disappoint. Your legs are shaking, soft thighs rubbing together in shorts that leave nothing to the imagination. The friction is heavenly, soothing the throbbing between your legs and making it much much worse all at once. 

“Is it working?” you ask, your voice cracking under the weight of a question you already know the answer to. 

Hyunjin lets out a chuckle from somewhere deep within his throat, his breath skimming your palm as his lips chart a path along your arm. Every kiss is electric. The tingling left behind at each point of contact gives you goosebumps. Ghosting over the sleeve of your loose fitting tee, his lips find yours, cautiously waiting as near to them as they can be without touching. You’re two magnets, the attraction between you too intense to ignore. All that holds you back are yourselves, your very cells vibrating at the need for connection. 

“Your turn” he whispers, breaking the spell to give you enough room to breathe. As if you ever could under the circumstances. 

You reach over, picking a slice of pomegranate up, fragile as a bomb. This is silly, you think to yourself. Hyunjin’s right. It’s not like it’s poison. You dive in, clearing the rind in a hurry, and flashing Hyunjin a look that says, “What now?” 

What now? Now is the force of his mouth colliding with yours, the sweet, tangy juices lingering on your tongue for only a second before his own tongue’s snaking between your lips to drink it down and you along with it. You tense at first. Not quite resisting. Not quite surrendering. But when his hands find your figure, palms riding the hills of your curves, you crumble. 

A year of living together. A year of playful flirting. A year of words spoken and words not. All of it is poured into a kiss that could shatter worlds. Without question it shatters yours. You never imagined that Hyunjin’s feelings for you could be mutual but the hunger he kisses you with leaves nothing to be questioned. 

“I think it’s working” he says, a breathless taunt against your lips. 

You grab onto his shirt, your nails digging into the fabric as he grips the back of one of your pillowy thighs, raising your knee to rest at his side. “I hate you” you whimper when he presses into you, the growing bulge in his sweatpants teasing your core. There’s no denying how wet you are. The need soaking through the cotton of your panties is more than enough evidence of that. 

It only worsens when he strays from the kiss, leaning into your neck to whisper, “You hate me?” His tone is playful with a hint of something darker. He’s daring you to lie when you both know the truth. “How much do you hate me? Enough to make me stop when I do this?” His fingers dig into the supple flesh of your ass, grinding you against him, and you tremble, your moans as light as your next breath.

“Or this?” Spinning you around, Hyunjin slams you back into the counter, his lips latching onto your neck to feel your pulse race beneath his tongue. He suckles harshly at the skin, the sharpness of his kiss balanced by the ecstasy of his clothed cock rubbing your clit.

This wasn’t the plan. When he stumbled into the kitchen, his eyes barely open, he expected to find a late night snack. What he found instead was you. Something he wanted infinitely more than anything this kitchen could offer. He can’t remember ever needing something so badly that it hurts. His cock straining against his pants is nothing short of torture. It aches for you and only you. 

“Hyunjin, just…aaah” you whine, arching as he sneaks a hand under your shirt, touching your naked skin for the first time. 

He massages your belly, your side, all the way up to your swollen breast that fits in his hand with the perfection of something made to be there. He captures your bud between his fingers, his pointer and index pinching it with just enough pressure to send more of those delicious moans pouring from you. 

“Just…what, sweetie?” he asks, pulling back from your neck with a pop. His lips float back up to yours and that’s where they wait, eager for your next words. 

You can barely form them when he’s throbbing against your drenched pussy, your panties and shorts too wet to make a bit of difference. His fingers tighten around your nipple, playing you like a finely tuned instrument, and you sing for him just the way he wants. 

“Just…just…” you stutter, your hold on his shirt threatening to tear it, “Just fuck me already if you’re gonna do it.” 

You’re both taken back by your directness, the shock doing away with whatever last bit of pretending that lived between you. Hyunjin kisses you again, the passion burning just as hot as the first time, grabbing you by the waist to guide you somewhere you can’t see.

Everything’s dark. The only light you see are the sparks twinkling behind your lids, the kiss pulling you in so that nothing else matters. It’s only when you feel the edge of the kitchen table press into your ass that you remember where you are. 

“Clothes off” he demands, the hem of your shirt already knotted in his fists, “I wanna see you.” 

Your shirt disappears and your immediate reaction is to bring your arms around yourself, shielding yourself from his sight, but Hyunjin peels them away, the awe in his expression quieting your fears. “Oh god, you’re so beautiful” he gasps, slipping your shorts down to reveal your figure in its full glory.

Your panties come down with them, discarded at your feet, leaving you exposed. Hyunjin lifts you onto the table, a hand coasting along your inner thigh to spread your legs open. His gaze falls below your waist and he’s instantly mesmerized by the slickness of your gorgeous pussy. 

He runs his fingers through your folds, coating them in your arousal, watching your stiff clit twitch from the faintest touch. “Didn’t know you’d be this wet for me. Look at you…” He strokes your entrance, spreading you open and the way you leak onto the table makes his mouth water. “Is this an aphrodisiac too?”

Even in a haze of pleasure, you manage the most adorable giggle, “I don’t know. My books didn’t say anything about that.” 

“Let’s find out then, hmm?” Hyunjin doesn’t wait for your response. He dives right in, dropping to his knees, a devoted lover eager to worship his goddess. 

Your palms smack down on the table, your arms propped up on either side in a desperate attempt to keep yourself upright but it’s no use. Hyunjin’s tongue’s buried too deep within your walls, curling and flicking as he messily slurps down your essence. Your arms are slipping out from under you. The quaking of your body’s too much to control.

Hyunjin slides his hands up to your lower back, cradling you as your back meets the surface below. You shake, maybe from the chill—maybe from his nose bumping your clit, your pussy clenching around his tongue each time. 

“Mmm, tastes so good…” he groans, pulling you closer so that your ass dangles right on the edge of the table, “Can’t stop, fuck, I can’t…”

The slurping noises are borderline obscene, his mouth spread open to taste every part of you. The tip of his tongue swirls through your smooth, velvety folds, teasing your entrance with the slightest stretch before drawing figure eights up to your clit.

It makes every bit of sense in the world now how he got that pomegranate down so quickly. His tongue moves with expert precision, knowing just what to do to achieve exactly what he wants and right now what he wants is for you to keep moaning. Keep trembling. Keep raising your hips to meet the heat of his mouth, riding every wave of pleasure and oh so needy for the next. 

“Jinnie…” you moan, his short hair tickling your palm as you pet the back of his head. 

“Jinnie?” he laughs, applying kitten licks to your pussy between every word spoken, “You only call me that when you want something. You want something, baby?”

“Mmhmm” you nod, still raising your hips for more.

And Hyunjin gives it to you, sinking two fingers into your warmth and seeking out the sweet spot previously discovered by his tongue. The sound you make when he finally hits it is like music to his ears, his cock throbbing from how desperately it wishes it were the one responsible for it.

Hyunjin’s fingers pick up speed, coaxing out a stream of broken moans, “Tell me what you want from Jinnie. Anything for you.” He spreads his fingers wide, stretching you open as his lips latch onto your clit once more.

“Mmm, so close, wanna come for you…” you confess, making the terrible mistake of glancing between your legs.

Hyunjin’s eyes await yours, the lust behind them worsening the pressure building within you. “Then do it. Come for me. Let me taste you” he urges, his fingers abandoning you to let his tongue fill the space.

Your head falls back, your lush breasts jutting out with every rise and fall of your chest. You hook your legs around his shoulders and he grabs onto your thighs, keeping you right where you are. Squirming, whining, begging him not to stop as your orgasm tears through you leaving you speechless.

All you can do is lay there, completely at his mercy, gushing down his chin and helpless to stop his pursuit of more. The taste of you is addictive, so addictive that he can’t pry himself away. Not even when you attempt to twist yourself free, weakly pushing his head back. He’s not done until he says he is. Not until he’s lapped up every last drop. 

“You’re trying to kill me” you pout, managing to turn onto your side. 

Hyunjin tilts his head, keeping his mouth on you, refusing to give up those last few licks. When he finally drags himself away from you, his chest is heaving, and a haze of bliss hangs over him. The same one that hangs over you, weighing you down to the table.

You couldn’t get up if you wanted to and Hyunjin won’t give you the chance. Grabbing you by the waist, he flips you onto your stomach, the impact sending your nearby art supplies tumbling to the floor. 

“I’m not trying to kill you, pretty girl” he grins, tugging his shirt over his head, “Not yet.” 

It’s a subconscious thing, poking your ass up at him like you are. You don’t mean to drive him crazy but you do and he can’t finish stripping down fast enough, breathing a sigh of relief when his cock springs free from his boxers. He rubs the head against your entrance and your walls are already fluttering, wanting nothing more than to suck him in.

There’s a twinge in his chest, at the sight of you stretching around him as he presses into you, and he can’t go any further. Everything’s been happening so fast that it’s just hitting him that this is all real. This is happening.

Propping yourself up on your elbows, you turn to look back at him, your expression heavy with concern. “We don’t have to if you don’t…”

Hyunjin’s quick to cut you off, “No! I want to! It’s just…I’ve wanted you for so long and I never thought that I could have you.”

You smile, warm and comforting, “Well you can have me. I’m all yours. You just have to take me. Take me, Jinnie.”

Nothing else needs to be said for him to thrust into you, your heads spinning from the euphoria of your bodies finally meeting. “Aah, fuck, you’re so tight baby” he hisses, slowly rocking in and out of you. He can feel you adjusting to his size, your walls reveling in his thickness as his tip kisses your cervix only to tighten right back up when he dares to pull out a little too far.

He runs a hand along your back, tracing the curve of your spine with his fingertips. You shouldn’t be this beautiful. You shouldn’t take him this well. It’s not fair what you do to him. How hard you make his cock pulse, your pussy already leaving him drenched down to the base. 

And you’re faring no better. Your senses are dominated by the sensation of every thrust, his tip beating against your g-spot with every thrust. It’s the kind of pleasure you can feel tingling your toes and ghosting your fingertips. You can taste it on your tongue. It vibrates in every fiber of your being.

Hyunjin’s hips snap into you harder, the moisture between you sending a lewd slapping sound pinging off the walls of the kitchen. It makes your body jiggle, your ass bouncing back onto him, and he feels so completely enveloped by you that he has to do it again. And again, harsher, faster, his hold on your hips unyielding, dominating your every move. 

The banging of the kitchen table against the wall is more than enough for a noise complaint but your moans? You’re crying out like no one can hear you—every fractured syllable of his name bleeding through the walls into the apartment next door—but it’s nothing you can control. Nothing you want to control.

Hyunjin dips an arm under you, two fingers caressing your clit, and the muscles in your body pull tight, your eyes beginning to water from the overstimulation. You think you might cry if he keeps going but you know you’ll cry if he stops. You’ll throw a tantrum, kicking and screaming, because this is all you want in the world. He has to keep going. Keep pushing you further and further beyond your limits.

“Aah! Oh fuck!” you scream, grabbing onto the edge of the table, nails scraping the wood. Your hips stutter, unable to keep their rhythm, and Hyunjin knows you’re close again. 

Leaning forward, he decorates your back with kisses, uttering praises that chip away at your resolve. “Come again for me, my beautiful girl. No holding back. Let go for me.”  

Just like that you feel light, like your body holds no weight at all. Everything’s soft and fluffy, the most gentle it’s ever been, then all at once you feel all of it. The intensity’s beyond anything that was building before and you’re coming down your thighs, drenching the fingers that frantically work your clit.

“That’s it. Good girl” he coos, the knots in the pit of his own stomach tightening, ready to come undone. “You want me to pull out?”

He leans away but you reach behind you, grabbing him by the arm, “No…inside me.” 

Hyunjin takes you by both hands, interlocking his fingers with yours, and fucks iyou into the table, your pussy clinging to him, swallowing him in so far that he fears he might lose himself in you. If he bites down on his lip any harder he’ll break skin. Not that he could even notice. He’s too busy unraveling between your walls, thick ropes of cum painting you with their creamy white warmth.

There’s no telling how much time passes before he stops moving. Seconds? Minutes? Hours? But you’re both left trembling, your sweat slicked bodies still connected as you drift back down to earth, basking in the afterglow. 

You let out a squeak when he finally slips out of you, rolling onto your back to get more comfortable. Hyunjin positions himself between your legs, his arms caging you in on both sides as he leans in to plant a kiss on your lips. The taste of pomegranate has faded and now he tastes only of a flavor that’s distinctly you.

“See, I told you research was important” he gloats, his length teasing the sensitivity of your pussy. 

You shiver, cupping his face as you arch into him, “I mean, I guess but don’t get any more ideas. I still have a project due you know.”

Hyunjin cuts his eyes at the sketch pad scattered on the floor amidst a sea of colored pencils. “One second.”

He slips off of you and you sit up, crossing your legs, a silent observer as he carefully gathers your things for you. He hands them over with a pleased look on his face. “I can come to your room….help you finish.” 

You clutch your items close to your chest, not at all ignorant to the way his thumbs are stroking your thighs. “Help me finish in what way exactly? 

“Mmm…” he hums, the pad of his thumb just barely touching your clit, “You’ll just have to trust me.” 

“Trust you?” you laugh, hopping down from the table, “We’ll see about that.” You give him a peck on the lips, depriving him of something deeper. A small form of torture done fully on purpose. “Follow me. Oh and bring the plate just in case we have to do more, uh, research.”

Time seems to move in slow motion for Hyunjin as you walk off towards your room, your naked body breathtaking even in the shadows of the dimly lit hall. Backing up, he blindly retrieves the plate from the counter, his fingers skimming the fruit as he does so. 

“God bless the Greeks” he utters under his breath, his brain already running rampant with all the filthy things he wants to do to you tonight. He’s definitely gonna need more fruit.

[mrgoldmc26]

Jisoo's Late Night YG HQ Visit

Tags: Blowjob, facefucking, vaginal sex, facial and more...

Word Count: 5.1k

The following is a Fan Fiction and should be treated as such.

It was a dark and rainy late Friday night at the YG HQ, with pretty much everyone having already gone home. The building was almost empty, and it was quite dark. At times, it even felt like a ghost town, with how little noise there was.

I was in my office, just finishing some paperwork, the only illumination coming from the dim glow of my desk lamp and the soft light of my computer screen, when suddenly, a very angry-looking Jisoo came into the room, slamming the door shut. I was so surprised, I didn't know what to say. She was panting heavily, with an annoyed look on her face, and I wondered what could've possibly gotten her so mad.

"Whoa, Jisoo...what's wrong? Why do you look so angry?"

"Please tell me that the rumors aren't true."

"What rumors? I don't know what you are talking about."

"The rumors that you guys are going to release Lisa's new songs before mine."

"Uhm, nothing has been confirmed yet, but it’s looking likely this will be the case."

"That is bullshit! She has already released two songs before, and I haven't even had my solo debut."

"I'm sorry, Jisoo, but Lisa just simply draws in more numbers than you. She is more famous than you, and her songs are just better."

"Do you really want to compare your 'Flower' and 'All Eyes On Me' to Lisa's 'LALISA' and 'Money'?"

"Also, I'm pretty sure she has already showed you her unreleased song 'Rockstar'..."

"Not to mention, she has a feature on the cards with Rosalía. Where is your feature? Nobody wants to collaborate with you."

"This is so unfair. Jennie, Rosé and Lisa have already had their solo debut. It should be me now."

"I...I don't know what to tell you, Jisoo...you are just going to have to wait a little bit longer.

"How much longer?"

"Well, we have to put your releases far away from each other. So, if Lisa takes 2023, you will have to wait until next year."

"NEXT YEAR? We are in March!!!"

"Sorry. There isn't much I can do."

"Of course there is...you are the son of the CEO. He will listen to you. Please!"

It pained me to see Jisoo like this. She had this weird effect on me...everytime I looked at her, she would leave me breathless, unlike the other girls. They were all beautiful, but she was just on another level. Jisoo was right. I knew it was unfair, but I was just trying to do what's best for business.

"I can try to talk to him, but I doubt he'll change his mind. Now, if you will excuse me, I'm going home." I said, standing up and getting ready to leave.

"No! That's not good enough!" She said, slamming her fist into my desk.

"You aren't going anywhere until I've had my solo debut."

"I know you have the power to make the decision yourself, so please...do the right thing."

"You are right...I do have the power to do it if I really wanted to."

"Then do it. Please, I will do anything. I'm tired of waiting for my opportunity."

"Anything, huh?"

"Yes. Anything."

"We'll see about that." I said, pulling down my pants alongside my boxers, letting them drop to the floor as my cock flopped out, already semi-hard.

Jisoo's eyes widened at the sight, and her jaw slightly dropped. Her reaction wasn't exactly what I was hoping for, and I was surprised by the fact that she wasn't on her knees immediately, taking my cock inside her mouth.

"I can't believe you would do such thing to me...you are disgusting."

"So what's it gonna be?"

"Not that, that's for sure. You can put that away, I'm going upstairs."

"Upstairs? To do what?"

"See if there is still any higher up I can talk to."

"For what?"

"To get you fired."

"You really think that is going to work? The only person that can fire me is my dad. Who do you think he is going to pick?"

"Me." She said, not sounding that convinced.

"Okay, let's say that by some miracle he picks your side, and he fires me...do you really think the next guy won't do the same thing? We are all trying to do what's best for business. They will always pick Lisa ahead of you."

"That's not true."

"Oh, it is...and let me tell you something else. Do you even know why they got their opportunities ahead of you in the first place?"

"No."

"They were in the same spot as you are right now. In front of me, with my cock out. And I will give you a little spoiler...they didn't even hesitate..."

"No...that...that can't be true. You are lying."

"I'm not lying, Jisoo. Why do you think you get the least lines out of all four of you?" I said, leaving Jisoo in disbelief, as she started putting the pieces together.

"I'm giving you the opportunity that you wanted. If you do this, I can make sure your songs are out in the next two weeks. You have my word."

"But please...go ahead. Go talk to my father. Get me fired. I'm sure it will work, and they will replace me with an ugly ass Korean guy with a tiny cock. I bet you will enjoy sucking on that instead..."

"So...once again I ask you...what's it gonna be? And before you answer, and to make the decision easier for you, I must tell you that my cock isn't even fully hard yet." I said, smirking from ear to ear, as I was confident she was going to take the deal.

Jisoo was completely rooted to the spot. I could tell she was thinking about it really hard, and contemplating her choices. This was a difficult situation for her, but the fact that she hadn't walked out the room told me she was considering the offer.

"Next two weeks?" She asked, and I let out the biggest grin I could muster.

"Next two weeks."

"This stays between you and me, okay?"

"You have my word. Now...get down on your knees."

I could tell by the disgusted look on her face that she didn't want to do this in the slightest and felt awful about herself, yet still, Jisoo kneeled before me, and looked at my dick before looking up at me.

"You have done this before, haven't you?"

"Yes. I know how to suck dick."

"Good."

Before I gave her the chance to do anything with my cock, I moved away from her and sat down on the couch, wanting to feel as comfortable as possible for what was about to happen. I saw Jisoo beginning to stand up, when I immediately stopped her in her tracks.

"No, no, no, no, no, no, no, no. Stop! Stay down...I want you to crawl over to me."

"You are an asshole..."

"You want things to get done, you do as I say."

"Now stay on your knees and crawl over to me like the slut that you are."

"I am not a slut."

"Really? You are about to suck my dick to further your career, and you think that makes you any different from a slut?"

"Ugh, shut up. I hate you." She said, as she reluctantly began crawling towards me. Jisoo was so gorgeous, and watching her crawl towards me made my cock throb and swell even more.

As Jisoo finally made her way over to me, she hesitated for a moment, as her eyes were fixated on my cock.

"C'mon Jisoo. Don't act shy."

"Do you know what happened when I gave the same opportunity I am giving you right now to the likes of Jennie and Rosé?"

"No."

"They didn't even think twice. Both of them dove right in. They sucked my cock like their life depended on it, and, on both occasions, I fucked them afterwards."

"In fact, they enjoyed it so much, that they actually kept coming back for more, even after I had already promised to give them what they wanted."

"What about Lisa?"

"Lisa is a greedy slut. Only gets down on her knees for me when she wants something and never shows up after she got it."

"But with you...I believe that you are gonna be like Jennie and Rosé. You are gonna come back for more. I know you will. You can't resist."

"That's never going to happen. I'm only doing this once."

"We'll see about that..." I said, as Jisoo put her hand on the base of my shaft and gently held it steady, before she started stroking it slowly.

"Good girl. Stroke that cock, Jisoo."

"Make it nice and hard before you put it in your mouth."

As Jisoo continued her slow strokes, I could see that Jisoo's face was getting closer and closer to the tip of my dick. And soon, I felt her hot breath hitting my cock, followed by a very gentle lick on the tip.

"Go on. You can start sucking it. I know you are dying to."

"Shut up."

"C'mon. Stop teasing. Put that big cock in your mouth and suck it."

Jisoo shot a sharp look up at me, before she opened her mouth and enveloped the head of my cock between her lips. Her eyes widened a bit as she took more and more of my thick shaft into her mouth, and it wasn't long before she started bobbing her head.

"Ahhhh, good girlllll. See, that wasn't so difficult, now, was it?"

"Now go on and suck my dick like the slutty idol you are."

Jisoo's eyes were focused on the base of my dick, watching her own saliva coating the whole thing as her hand stroked it, and she sucked on the tip. She then began licking the underside of my shaft, from the base, all the way up to the tip, where she swirled her tongue for a moment, before taking more of my dick back in her mouth.

"Fuckkkk, Jisoo...you really enjoy doing this, don't you? Look at you, slobbering all over my cock. I wonder what your fans would say if they could see their favourite idol now."

"I bet they'd be surprised to see just how talented that mouth of yours really is."

"Can you please shut up while I'm doing this? I don't want to be here."

"You know you can leave, right? I'm not forcing you to be here."

"I know I can...but I will gain nothing if I do, so I'm just going to continue sucking your cock."

True to her word, Jisoo did exactly that. She went back to work on my cock, taking it deep inside her mouth, her lips stretching around the shaft. As she continued working her way down, inch by inch, I couldn't help but throw my head back and moan softly.

It didn't take long before I saw a string of spit dripping from the corner of her mouth, down her chin, and onto her top, as she kept sliding her lips up and down, going a bit deeper each time.

"You want to go solo, don't you Jisoo?"

"Mmhhhmmm." She hummed, nodding her head as she kept my cock inside her mouth, sucking and slurping lewdly, coating it with her warm saliva.

"Good. Because you are doing a great job, but you are never going to make me cum if you keep going at this pace."

"You are going to have to do a whole lot better than that if you want your solo debut."

"Show me how much you want to be a star." I said, and Jisoo immediately began rapidly sucking and slurping all over my cock, moving her head up and down, whilst she stroked the bottom of my shaft with one hand and played with my balls with the other.

"Oh my god, Jisoo!...yesssss."

"That is so much better, fuckkkk."

"Suck that dick, girl."

Jisoo was driving me completely insane with her blowjob skills, and I couldn't help but roll my eyes into the back of my head as I also put my arms on the back of the couch and leaned my head back, moaning in pleasure.

"Fuck, I love this. Don't stop, Jisoo. Keep sucking my big dick just like that."

"I bet this is the biggest cock you've ever sucked, isn't it?"

"I've sucked dicks bigger than yours." She said, before putting her lips around my cock and taking my length inside her mouth once again.

It was an answer that left me both intrigued and very pissed off, and so I decided to let out my frustration on her, grabbing a fistful of her hair and pushing her head down until her lips reached the base.

"Take that whole fucking thing, Jisoo. All the way down your throat."

Jisoo moaned and gagged a bit as my cock hit the back of her throat. I kept pushing her head until she managed to swallow the entire thing, my balls resting on her chin. I held her there for a few seconds, and I could feel her swallowing around the tip of my cock.

Jisoo began coughing, and she tried to pull her head off my cock, but I didn't let her, and so I kept her head down. After a while, she stopped trying to fight it, and let me keep her head still as I began fucking her throat, causing her to choke and gag around me.

"Look at you...choking on my big dick just because you are an impatient little bitch."

"Jennie, Lisa and Rosé would be so proud of you right now if they walked in, watching you following in their footsteps."

I kept using Jisoo's mouth and throat like my personal fleshlight, constantly feeding her my big cock as my balls slapped her chin every time she took it all the way down. She was choking and gagging, saliva leaking out her mouth and rolling down her chin and neck.

After a few more thrusts, I finally released her head, and she pulled herself off my cock, with a small stream of saliva dripping from her mouth, onto my cock. She took deep breaths, and coughed a few times, before turning her attention back to my dick.

"Open your mouth." I said before I stood up, and Jisoo, much to my surprise, didn't put up a fight. She did as she was told, and stuck her tongue out. I didn't waste any second, and began slapping her tongue and face with my wet cock.

"Yeah, you like that, huh? You love being slapped in the face with my big dick, don't you?"

"Say it!"

"Say that you love being slapped in the face with my big fat cock."

"I love...I love being slapped...in the face with your big, fat cock." She said, still showing some signs of resentment.

"Yeah, you better."

"Keep sticking your tongue out, baby. You look so beautiful like this, Jisoo." I said, as I kept alternating between smacking her face and her tongue with my hard cock, using her face for my own pleasure.

I didn't know who to thank at that time. Either Jisoo, for her songs being so average, or my father, for giving me so much power in the company, but at the end of the day, I guess the only thing that mattered was that I had one of the most famous and beloved Korean singers in the world, down on her knees, taking a beating from my big dick.

After a few more smacks, I began rubbing my balls all over her face, and she started licking them, before she took them into her mouth and started sucking on them.

"There you go, Jisoo. Good girl. Suck on those balls."

"Take them both into your mouth. I know you can do it." I said, before sitting back down and letting Jisoo do her thing.

I felt Jisoo's warm and wet tongue licking all over my ballsack, before she opened her mouth wider, and slowly engulfed my balls, rolling her tongue around them, and sucking on them hungrily.

Jisoo was doing such a good job, that I actually started wondering if was enjoying it or not. If she was, she was doing a very good job at hiding it. Or maybe she was just that determined to get what she wanted. Whatever the case, the pleasure was still overwhelming, and the way her soft and wet tongue felt on my balls, and the suction of her mouth, was simply magical.

As if things couldn't get any better, she started stroking my cock whilst she feasted on my balls, without me having to tell her anything. I was turned on beyond belief, and I knew I couldn't resist much longer.

After a couple more minutes of Jisoo worshipping my balls, she finally let go and looked at me.

"Make me cum, Jisoo...I'm so close."

Jisoo took a deep breath before she opened her mouth even wide and went right back in, engulfing my whole dick once again, before she came back to the tip, and started rapidly sucking the head whilst she stroked my cock with her saliva covered hand, making her handjob incredibly slippery.

She then started deepthroating my cock by letting it go deeper and deeper into her mouth, until she was choking herself on my cock. Jisoo was desperate to make me cum so that she could leave my office and forget this ever happened.

Jisoo wasn't as cute as Rosé, as hot as Lisa, or even as sexy as Jennie. She was however, by far, the most beautiful out of the four. Nobody this beautiful should be on her knees, sucking a cock, and yet, here she was, slurping all over my cock to further her career.

"You are a good little cocksucker, aren't you?"

"I know I'm good at sucking dick. I don't need your approval."

"Well, if that's true, then you should have no problem getting me to cum, shouldn't you?"

"So do it. Make me cum and show me why you deserve to have it all."

Jisoo looked me right in the eyes, and then she got back to work. She put both hands around my cock and began stroking it in a corkscrew motion, whilst she was sucking the tip of my penis.

"Oh my god, that's it, girl. Do it faster."

"Suck my fucking cock until I cum down your throat."

She sped up her movements and soon enough, she was jacking me off at a very high pace, whilst her lips and tongue focused on the sensitive head. I could feel the familiar feeling of my climax coming, and I was so ready to give Jisoo what she deserved.

"Here it comes, Jisoo."

"Fucking take it." I said, holding the back of her head and shoving her down onto my cock, making her take it all the way down her throat, as my cum splattered inside her mouth.

"Fuuuuuck, yesssss. Open your mouth. Let me see all that cum."

Jisoo pulled her mouth off my cock and opened it, showing me her entire mouthful of cum. I couldn't believe how much jizz I had just shot inside her, and the sight of her holding it in her mouth was driving me wild.

"Swallow it, baby. Don't waste any drop, Jisoo."

Jisoo struggled a bit, but she managed to swallow all of my seed, without missing a drop. She opened her mouth to show me once again that it was empty, and I let out the biggest grin.

"Clean my cock. C'mon, I don't have all day."

She rolled her eyes, but she did as I said, and wrapped her lips around the tip of my dick, and sucked the remaining cum off of it.

"Good girl." I said, as I let her pull herself off of my cock. She licked her lips, and wiped her mouth, before standing up.

"So, do I have my solo debut?" She asked, looking rather displeased.

"No, not yet. Go over there and bend over the desk."

"What?! But you told me to make you cum."

"I did say that, but I didn't tell you how many times." I said, with a smirk on my face.

"You're a liar. Bastard!!!" Jisoo said, shouting at me whilst pointing her finger at me.

"Are you done?"

"Fuck you."

"I promise you'll get what you want if you make me cum one more time."

"Why should I trust you? You've already proven to me that you are a lying piece of shit."

"That's fair. But if you really want your solo debut, then you don't have a choice."

"Ughhh, fine. I hate you. I swear, you'll pay for this."

"You can say whatever you want, but I know you are secretly loving this."

"Just hurry up and fuck me so that we can end this."

"Very well...like I said...bend over the desk and spread those legs for me."

"Asshole..." She muttered under her breath, as she walked to the desk and bent over, sticking her ass out and spreading her legs wide, waiting for me.

I stood up from the couch, and made my way towards her, grabbing her by her waist.

"Mmmhh, what a nice view. I think this is the first time I have seen you in a position like this, Jisoo."

"Can we please not talk?"

"Aren't you excited to feel a big cock inside your tight little pussy, Jisoo?" I asked, to no avail, as Jisoo just ignored me.

I grabbed her leggings and panties, and pulled them both down, exposing her ass and wet pussy. She wasn't soaking wet, but I knew that it was only a matter of time.

I rubbed the tip of my dick all over her pussy lips, coating it with her juices. Her pussy felt amazing, and it wasn't long before I started getting hard again. I stroked my cock a few times until I was fully erect, and then I gave it a couple of smacks against her ass, and pussy.

"Beg for it, Jisoo. Beg me to fuck you."

"Please don't make me say it. I really don't want to."

"Say it, or the deal is off." I said, to which Jisoo just sighed.

"Please, fuck my pussy with your big cock!"

"Happy?"

"I am, and I will be even happier when I cum inside you."

"NO. Please don't. You can't cum inside me."

"My load is either ending up inside you or on your face. It's your choice."

"Is there really no other choice?"

"Nope."

Jisoo thought about it for quite a long time, as I just kept rubbing my cock against her slippery folds, waiting for an answer.

"Please don't cum inside me, okay? Pull out and finish on my face. Just...don't come inside."

"Don't worry, I won't. You can trust me. I am a trustworthy man." I said, and Jisoo almost burst into laughter.

"You are unbelievable..."

"I know I am. I get that a lot."

"Oh god...are you gonna fuck me or what?"

"Patience, Jisoo. Now...relax and let me fill your pretty little cunt." I said, as I pushed my hips forwards and slid the head inside, causing Jisoo to gasp. She was unbelievably tight, the way her walls hugged my dick was amazing, and it made me let out a grunt of satisfaction.

"This pussy is so fucking good, oh god."

As I finally slid into her, a rush of realization hit me—I'd done it. I’d been with all four members of Blackpink. The sheer thought of being one of the few guys, if not the first one in the whole world to do it was mind-blowing, and it made me so horny that I didn't hesitate for a second before pulling my hips back, and thrusting forward, burying my entire cock deep inside her pussy as I felt Jisoo’s tight warmth wrap around me.

Jisoo's pussy was so incredibly tight, that all I really wanted was to feel my cock rub against her walls very slowly. For several minutes, the room was almost completely silent, and the only noise you could hear was the sound of my moans every now and then, until Jisoo broke the silence.

"Ha..."

"What was that?"

"Har...Harder."

"Excuse me? I don't think I heard you correctly."

"Please.....fuck me harder."

No amount of words could describe how happy and satisfied I was upon hearing Jisoo's request, and I happily obliged. So, without any warning, I immediately started fucking her like an animal, pounding her from behind with deep and fast thrusts.

"Oh, FUCK. Yes."

"I knew you would come around."

"Oh, shut the fuck up and fuck me hard."

Jisoo became a moaning mess, and it wasn't long before my thrusts were in perfect sync with hers, as she would push her ass back every time I thrust into her, making our bodies meet midway.

"Does that cock feel good, Jisoo?"

"Mmmmhhhmmm. It feels so fucking good."

"You like having that big cock inside your tight little pussy?"

"Yes...I love having your big cock in my pussy."

"Are you going to let me come inside you?"

"No. I would still rather take your load on my face."

"Very well." I said. It was worth the shot, but I wasn't that upset. After all, I was enjoying the amazing sex that I was having with one of the most beautiful idols in the world.

I fucked her hard and fast, slamming into her so fast, her legs began trembling. The sound of skin slapping and heavy breathing was music to my ears, and I didn't think it could get any better than this, until Jisoo decided to put her right leg up on the desk, allowing me to hit deeper and go even harder.

"Oh my god, this has to be the best pussy I have ever fucked."

"Every guy I let fuck me always says the same thing."

"I bet they do." I said, as I kept hammering away, causing the desk to move a few inches.

"Fuck me! Oh, fuck yes! Harder!"

"Make me cum on your big cock."

"Who does this pussy belong to? Huh?"

"You, baby. My pussy belongs to you."

"Fuck, yesss. Give me that dick. I love this fucking cock."

I was taken by surprise by how eager and desperate Jisoo had suddenly become. Maybe it was because my very slow thrusts at the start made her horny and desperate for something more than just that, or maybe she was just saying that to get me to blow my load.

Either way, I was going to make sure to enjoy every second of it. I continued pumping into her, and it wasn't long before I saw her reach a hand between her legs, and begin fingering herself.

"Holy shit. That's fucking hot, Jisoo."

"Keep going. Don't stop fingering that pussy."

"Fuck, I love fucking your tight little pussy."

"I want you to make me cum on your dick, and then I want you to pull out and cum all over my face. Can you do that for me, baby?"

"Yes, baby. I'll cum all over your face. Just keep fingering yourself."

The room was filled with the smell of sex, and the sounds of moaning, heavy breathing, and the wet sound of my cock going in and out of Jisoo's pussy, and the sloppy noises that were made every time Jisoo would finger herself.

I grabbed a handful of her hair and yanked it back, pulling her head backwards. She screamed and moaned in pleasure, as I kept pounding her harder and harder, the desk shaking underneath us.

"Fuck, keep fucking me, baby."

"Your big dick feels so good inside me."

"Make me cum on your big cock."

"Yesssss. Keep doing that. Right there. I'm so close."

Jisoo's voice was shaky, and her breaths were becoming shorter and deeper with every one of my thrusts, and it wasn't long before her loud moans got muffled, as she bit her lip to prevent herself from screaming.

"Don't stop, Jisoo. Come for me."

"Fuccckkkk, yesss. Just like that. Make me cum."

Jisoo's body shook violently as she squirted all over the desk and floor, her orgasm making her pussy clamp down on my cock. Her loud moan echoed through the office, and the tightness of her pussy was just too much to handle.

"Get down on your knees, Jisoo. I'm gonna cum." I said, and Jisoo rapidly got down on her knees and took my dick in her hand.

"I can't believe I'm doing this." She said, and then she began jacking me off.

"Come on...make a mess on my face."

"Cover me in your cum."

"Paint my face with your warm cum."

"Fuck. Here it comes, Jisoo. Look at me."

"Open your mouth, girl."

"Let me see that tongue."

"Fucccck, Jisoo. Fuckkkkkk." I groaned as I came, my cum spraying all over Jisoo's pretty little face, coating her eyes, cheeks, nose, and forehead, as well as her lips and chin.

"Mmmhhh, yeah. Give me all that cum, baby." She said, opening her mouth and letting her tongue out, as she stroked my cock and aimed it towards her face, catching some spurts of cum in her mouth, and swallowing them.

"How does it taste?"

"Hmmm, surprisingly good."

"So...do I have my solo debut or not?"

"You do. I will announce the decision to the other members of the board tomorrow morning, and we should have all of the social media posts ready tomorrow as well."

"Oh my god, thank you so much." She said, giving me a hug.

"Yeah, yeah...now go get yourself cleaned up before you leave my office and the building."

"Nobody can see you like that."

"Yeah, I know."

"Thank you once again."

"Your welcome. And see you tomorrow, same time." I said, with a smirk on my face.

"Yeah right..." Jisoo said, just before closing the door behind her.

"Oh...what a night." I muttered under my breath, before taking a seat back down.

...

Just like I expected, Jisoo did indeed return the following day, even showing up a little earlier than the day before, at a time when there were actually quite a few people outside my office, working. After chatting a bit and swapping a couple of looks between us two, Jisoo crawled under my desk and fished out my cock, before taking it into her mouth.

The more days that passed, the earlier she arrived and the longer she stayed, as we fucked in every position imaginable inside my office. She even let me fuck her ass and cum inside her pussy.

Because of this job that I only got because of who my father was, not only was I rich and never had to worry about money for the rest of my life, but it also gave me the opportunity to fuck every girl of the hottest, most popular and most successful K-pop girl group of all time.

It was safe to say, that I truly had the best job in the world.

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彡 MAKESHIFT BOYFRIEND

☆. contains: 18+ MDNI; roommate!satoru gojo x fem!reader; actually gn overall but he does call the reader "girlfriend" once, idiots to idiots, dry humping, some neck kissing and hickeys mwah mwah mwah, a mention of satoru and the reader being pervs but yk what else is new wc: 2.5k

you've been ranting his ears off about this annoying guy at work, who keeps trying to hit on you, for hours now. you're not into the guy. at all. you've already mentioned that you have a (fake) boyfriend but he just won't quit. even ignoring him isn't affecting the guy, he probably thinks you're playing hard to get or something.

"anyway, i don't know, he's just so fucking weird and he creeps me out." you throw your head back onto the soft plush pillows on the couch and sigh loudly, closing your eyes, trying to escape the thoughts of the man.

satoru is sitting on the other end of the couch, gently massaging your sore and tired feet. his nimble fingers are doing something magical and you've physically had to restrain a moan twice now. he's nodding along to what you're saying, biting back the teasing remarks, knowing that you've had a rough day. he's the one who offered the foot massage anyway– to which your first impression was to throw a pillow at him, thinking that he's just messing with you or he's trying to be a freak but no, he really meant that he wants to give you a good old foot massage. to make you feel better. to relieve your stress.

this is nice. he's listening and only throwing in a couple of mhmm's and that sucks' every once in a while. you can feel the weight slip from your shoulders as you continue sinking deeper and deeper into the couch.

"like what the fuck else am i supposed to say to him? how am i going to make him understand that i don't fucking want him? that i have a..." a big sigh leaves your lips. "boyfriend."

having your eyes closed, you miss the way satoru's shine as an idea pops into his head. he zones out on the long-forgotten tv screen as he thinks it over for an exactly one second before deciding that it's a genius thought. he pinches your calf to pull you from your head.

"you know what we could do?"

you hum, letting him know you're listening and he continues.

"i could always mark you up... you know, play your little boyfriend and let him really know that you're taken. that oughta make him understand, hm?"

...

your eyes shoot open but your gaze stays on the ceiling above you, not daring to look at him just yet. that would probably get the point across, right? but are you really considering this? are you gonna let him do that? mark you up?

you slowly lower your eyes and look at him. the light glow from the tv in the background is making his eyes glint, something daring in them. he's wearing his usual sheepish grin, showing off the perfect rows of pearly whites. his lips look so pink and pretty. and glossy? and soft? and now you're really thinking about letting him do it, cover you in hickeys as long as you get to feel him against your skin. let his sharp canines sink into your neck and let him play your boyfriend.

satoru lets you stare at him, reveling in the quiet attention as he watches your eyes trail over his features; from his eyes down his nose, to his lips. he makes an extra move of sinking his teeth into the soft flesh and he knows he's got you; he just wants you to say it now. he needs you to ask for it.

"you're thinking about it."

the tone of his voice is teasing but still as sweet as honey, designed to trap you and it's fucking working. you rub your feet together in his lap, his hands still resting on your calves. his thumb keeps drawing lazy circles into your skin and it's making you feel warm.

"and what if i am?" raising a brow at him, you try to keep your composure, to seem unaffected by his very tempting offer.

his long fingers slither around one of your ankles and he can't hold back his teasing anymore. he reckons he's been quiet enough for one day.

"aww..." he coos, the corners of his eyes crinkling. "do you want me to be your boyfriend, pretty?" his free hand grabs onto your other ankle, raising them off of his lap and back down onto the couch. he stands and takes a step toward you, dragging his finger from your ankles up your legs and thighs.

"a fake boyfriend." you correct him as a wave of chills runs all over your body. the only sound that slips from his lips is a smug little tch! and then he's already situating himself onto your lap, his strong thighs closing around your hips. you're skin to skin; well, material to material but you're close. there's no room to wriggle, nowhere to run and your little surprised expression is only feeding his already big ego – he's loving it.

you don't know where to put your hands, finally letting them rest on his thighs as you try your best to avoid his gaze, suddenly feeling a bit flustered at the proximity.

"so you do want me to do it." his fingers grab your chin and tilt it up, forcing you to look at him; doe eyes meeting his excited ones. "want me to mark you up, to let him know you're taken, right?"

his fingers move up to your cheeks and he gives them a faint squeeze, making your lips pucker at the action. he lets his eyes fall from yours to your mouth for a second before speaking up. "i can do that."

your fingers dig into the material of his sweats and his heart does a little flip inside his chest. you hate when he gets the upper hand, you hate when he makes you nervous like this but you just can't control your body around him. heart beating so fast, you're sure you're nearing an untimely death and it's all his fault.

are you letting him do this? are you seriously letting your annoyingly cocky roommate with his stupid pretty blue eyes and his even stupider smile do this?

he's staring down at you with said smile and your thighs press together on their own. the corner of his lips twitch but he doesn't say anything. his hand travels from your cheeks to push away a few stray hairs, letting his eyes take in your current state. he pushes his knee into the side of the couch in order to make a bit more room for himself, lowering his hips against yours and you hold back a noise.

are you gonna let him do this?

yes.

definitely yes.

getting impatient, satoru leans down and brushes his nose against yours. his rich cologne fills your nostrils and your eyes threaten to roll back inside your head. he's now putting almost all of his weight onto you and it just feels right. your fingers curl deeper into his sweats, quietly asking for something but you won't get it that easily.

"you need to say it, though." he whispers while nosing at your flushed cheeks. his one head rests beside your head, holding him above you as the other traces down your jaw. he's so fucking close and you feel like you can't breathe properly. you're blaming your long day for being so worked up, for being so sensitive.

"c'mon, i want you to say that you want me to mark you up. can't possibly do it without your permission now can i." you don't need to see his face to know that he's smiling, you can feel it against your skin.

nodding your head, you just hope it's enough for him because you don't trust your voice. don't trust yourself to be sure that you won't let an embarrassing sound escape your lips.

but it's not enough. satoru can be so greedy; he wants to be greedy with you. he shakes his head, his breath tickling the sensitive spot right under your jaw.

"nuh-uh." satoru coos. "i wanna hear it. please, i wanna hear it, baby. tell me that you want it." he's pretty much begging now and you don't know who wants this to happen more, him or you.

"i– fuck, i want it." you mumble out. the air around you is so thick and it's hard to swallow the lump in your throat. "want you to mark me up, satoru..." removing your hands from his thighs, you let them fall to his soft hair, combing through the locks as you try to keep your head clear. it's not helping though because next thing you know, satoru is pressing his crotch against yours, almost grinding down.

"see, that wasn't so hard."

before you can whine about his teasing, his lips latch onto your skin.

feeling your hips buck up under him, he hums into you. his mouth is so warm against you, his wet tongue marking the spot before he gets to work on the hickey itself. your lips part and a tiny whimper manages to slip out, making your body temperature double in number. you feel him grin, most certainly letting you know that the sound didn't go unnoticed.

he holds your head to the side so he's presented with more skin, his new canvas, and he wastes no time in sinking his teeth into you. he is a man on a mission and nothing will stop him now. you give his roots a strong tug at a particularly sharp bite and now it's his turn to buck his hips; he's completely flush against you and the slight grinding is making him feel hazy. he can only imagine what's happening underneath your clothes and his dick twitches at the thought.

of course he would like to have sex with you. hell, he would love to fuck your brains out right here on the living room couch and have you chant his and his name only but this is not the moment. you're not there yet; he wants to take it slow. is this being slow, though?

he unlatches from your neck and licks over the fresh blooming mark. this is not the time to be pondering over the status of your relationship either – he has you right here under him, mewling and whining; he has more important things than that. he'll bare the consequences tomorrow. he's just being a good friend right now.

fuck... he wishes he could record the shy little sounds you're making though. he knows they're unintentional – he can feel how warm you are. how warm you are everywhere. he wishes he could record you, so he wouldn't have to only use his imagination every night when he jerks off to the thought of you. you're just roomies; just friends.

"you taste so fucking good, i might jus' eat you alive." he mutters before wetting his lips and starting on another mark. he grinds his hips down against you again and groans when you push his head closer to yourself.

"you– ah... my fake boyfriend really seems to, hmpff– enjoy this." you mewl out as your free hand finds its way under his shirt, fingers tracing over his side. he shudders against you and a little lust-blown smile takes over your lips. you slide your fingers upward, letting them glide over the strong muscles of his back. your hips are now moving in tandem, not too slow nor too fast – just enough to drive the both of you insane.

"my fake girlfriend seems to be enjoying it even more." his tongue dances on your skin, the wet warm muscle making your breath hitch alongside the word.

girlfriend.

satoru calling you his in that sweet voice is something new. it's just a word though, it doesn't mean anything.

your body betrays you when you grab onto him stronger, push him against you stronger. satoru is almost completely flat against you and it feels great. your hips aren't stopping – you push up as he pushes down and it feels great. your eyes roll into your head when you feel him bite down on you again before sucking on your tender skin and you reward him by pressing your nails into his back. he groans and the vibrations from it echo through your whole body. back arching off the couch, you try to close whatever gap there might be left between you. satoru's hand stays firmly on your neck, not letting you run away anywhere (not that you'd fucking go anyway).

you're fairly sure that you can feel his hard-on but you don't question it; grinding up against it instead. he nips at your skin and pulls away, quietly admiring his sloppy little masterpiece and then he's lowering himself for a third one. another faint whimper slips from the depths of your throat and he opens his mouth to make you suffer further, to tease you about being so damn sensitive to his touch but three loud knocks against your apartment door shut him up.

your eyes widen as you stare up at satoru but he just stares back at you just as dumbfoundedly. he's ready to dive back in when a voice calls out.

"PIZZA DELIVERY!"

...

you let out a small fuck and satoru's head falls into the crook of your neck, hiding from the monster that is the pizza delivery man that he himself indeed called for. he leaves a couple of wet smooches down the expanse of your chest before smiling at you with flushed cheeks and swollen lips. he pushes himself off of you and swiftly fixes himself and heads for the door. he ruffles his hair and clears his throat before opening it, casting a nearly perfect smile at the delivery guy while you're left panting on the couch, neck wet with his drool and saliva and a terrible ache between your legs.

after satoru sends the man off with a big tip, he plops back down to the couch and places the pizza between you two like nothing had happened. he's not as slick as he thinks he is though because the flush on his cheeks and neck stays on for way too long and he can't sit still for the life of him. he keeps eyeing you, your neck, every time he grabs a new slice – the drying saliva reflecting in the light coming from the tv screen. after three slices he excuses himself to the bathroom, grinning at you stupidly as he insists that he's just gonna go for a piss. ususally you'd make fun of him, tease the living hell out of him but you just can't this time. you're not doing any better than he is. was the tv volume this quiet before or did you do that after you heard him lock himself into the bathroom?

you're not trying to listen in, are you?

[rkivefae]

(repost from old acc, it's been a few years since I've been on here)

Okay, so my friend has doodled in my chemistry notebook when I let them borrow it, then I began thinking,,

Steddie high school au

Eddie draws continuously in chemistry class and he has certain things he draws with inspiration from that class and doesn’t want to contaminate it with other classes so he hides the notebook, poorly, in hope that when he comes back, it'll still be there.

Steve comes to his seat, in the back of the class and notices it immediately. His first thought is that someone lost it so he grabs it in hopes of seeing a name but instead sees crazy drawings. Ranging from small sketches of supposed knights to fantasy creatures that Steve never would have thought of seeing.

"If found, leave where it is OR ELSE" It read in thick sharpie letters on the front page.

He felt bad for being nosy and going through it but he couldn't help himself as he continued looking through it. After some heavy overthinking, he decides to draw something back. He wasn't the most talented but he was better than most in his art classes, so hopefully they didn’t laugh too much at his attempt.

He decides to draw a jester, tried his best to shade in all perfectly and portion everything properly. To say the least, he was impressed with his final product because this is better than anything he’s ever done in is classes. Next to it he writes, as if the character was saying it, “You should put this in better places.”

He didn’t even focus in class, AT ALL.

But when he came back to the class, he found the notebook again. Took one look at it and tried to fight back the desire to just crack it open and see if they wrote back. His fingers itched to have the glosses cover turned open. just a peak. He tried to reason and at first he held back. Trying to focus in class but that ended terribly, so he grabbed the notebook after about 5 minutes of spacing out on the teacher and eyeing it.

When he opened the page, there it was. A reply.

It was a king, you could tell by the crown he wore but fangs were prominent in the grinning feature. Black curled hair that fell onto his shoulder that was covered by a dark suit. A hand stretched out with a sword towards the Jester, “There is a trespasser? And a fool? State thy business!”

Steve fucking giggled. Giggled! Of all things he could’ve done, he giggled! King Steve Harrington since freshman year, had all the ladies wooing at him and guys wanting to be him just giggled because the owner of the notebook drewsomething for him.

Steve would never get focus back into that class since he replied. Always waiting for the notebook and it became his priority. He didn’t understand how he was still passing that class with how much he began lacking!

They talked about simple silly things at first before Eddie began picking it up more, talking more about who he was but never stated a name, not yet. They weren’t ready for that.

Steve even helped Eddie decide on what to use as his Hellfire club signature look that was going to be fought to be published as an official club on school record!

But when the last page came along at the ending of the school year, Eddie spoke about it. Said, “It’s the end of the year, the last of this book. Could I finally ask your name?”

Steve’s whole world stopped spinning. He couldn’t even begin to explain the thoughts racing through his head.

When they know, would they stop being friends with him? No one truly liked Steve Harrington, he became popular by default of being a pretty boy and on the basketball team. Most talked about how his group of people were assholes and that he might as well be, too. He wasn’t oblivious, he knew what most people thought. He was a boy of a rich family that was spoiled. That wasn’t a lie, but his life wasn’t pretty, thanks to his father and mother. But could anyone really understand that? Walking through the door of his home in fear of what he’ll walk in and see, what would happen to him if he breathed wrong in the presence of his father?

What if when he says his name and they don’t want nothing to do with him? What if when he says his name, he loses the only honest friendship he has? What if they share the things he told them in the notebook to everyone else withproof as a way to ruin his life because they didn’t like him? Maybe they weren’t like that but Steve couldn’t take that risk. No one with this chance would not take it, right? Tommy would take it. The rest of the boys on the team would take it. Carol would take it and laugh about it. He couldn’t expect different from other people, right?

Steve’s breathing quickened as his chest tightened, tears welling up and he gripped his chest. He rushed out of class with an unsteady balance, the teacher yelling behind him and he didn’t return for that period, the notebook left open and unsigned.

He couldn’t.

That moment was talked about everywhere, how he rushed out of class and didn’t return. No one bothered to question why, just whispered how panicked he was. Poor Steve, they said mockingly in the halls but never to his face.

Eddie knew.

It didn’t take long to piece it all together, the incident, the opened notebook, the fact that it was all too much of a coincidence and the things he said just made sense for it to be Steve Harrington.

He didn’t want to believe it at first, laughing that it was just dumb and there was no way that Steve ‘the hair’ Harrington was talking to Eddie ‘the freak’ Munson with passion. But then again, they both didn’t know who each other was.

When Steve talked about dumb moments with his ‘friends’ and how he felt bad for the people they ‘hung’ around, the games he lost and how he beat himself up, even the moments that Steve told him how he hated the social ranking - it all should have made sense. At first, Eddie thought that the person writing back was like him, a freak with nerdy interest. Which, in a different font, Steve was.

However, as the next few years flied by, Eddie just watched Steve from afar. From sucking faces with Nancy Wheeler in the hallway, picking her up and twirling her around, smiling bright because he was happy to the moments that it looked like Steve was seconds away from turning over and dying. The bruises that cascaded over certain parts of his body being a brushed off topic and the fear that was in his eyes when he turned the corner. Like he knew things he shouldn’t.

There was raw fear, hatred, anger and even disgust that Eddie was able to recognize. Part of him wondered where the happiness went and the other was tired of him staying afar, wanting to talk to him because Steve Harrington was more than just a pretty boy from what he knew and the look on his eyes only said more.

Eddie never got to, Steve rushed past every day, ready to get the day over and he couldn’t talk to him. Soon, Steve graduated and Eddie was held-back again and he took that as a sign. A strong one. To just get over it. He was never going to know Steve Harrington and it was stupid for him to even think so. Plus, if he did, it was stupid! The town freak with the most loved boy in town? Not a good duo. So, he stayed afar for good.

Until he didn’t.

Steve Harrington waltzed in with an arguing Dustin Henderson, the club all watching the two before Steve Harrington scoffed. “I’m serious, I’m not playing your nerdy campaign just because you’re missing a person! I don’t understand it,” He said, pushing a bag towards Dustin’s chest. “You know I’m not smart enough to understand that.”

Before Dustin could reply, Eddie took that as his chance to finally greet them. He climbed out of his chair rather loudly, catching both of their attention before walking up to Steve, crossing his arms over his chest and leaning forward.

“Well, Well, if it isn’t the missing Jester.” He said, a cocky tone laced within it

It took only a few seconds before Steve’s eyes widened when it clicked.

“No. Fucking. Way.”

[maybeafrog-blog]

In Defense of Donnie's Gifts

I'm ngl I sorta think the shock collar was still just an odd writing decision but as far as PREMISE:

It CANNOT be a coincidence that this is the first time (and one of VERY few times) that Donnie's soft shell is referenced. Once, when Raph is hesitating to tell Donnie his gifts suck ass, and he uses the soft shell metaphor, and after that with Meat Sweats and his paprika, describing it as not just soft, but delicate. Weird, but he is a cannibal, so. (Side note, Meat Sweats never removed his battle shell? How does he know? Or did he take it off and replace it after the pound of butter? Is he using it to facilitate steaming and tenderness? Is it broken? I feel like it should have something in there that could break him out of the sausage links)

Then in that last little scene- "Forget it. You guys are great the way you are!" - we get the shot of Donnie from behind pre group hug, with his brothers facing the camera. (Idk if I'm making shit up, but I feel like this is a staple for Donnie episodes? It def happens in the Purple Game, maybe Smart Lair.) The framing draws attention to his battle shell. The battle shell even kinda matches the gifts, compared to the rest of their gear and even Donnie's tech, color coded and way more streamlined than stuff like the tech bo.

Donnie's soft shell is an innate, unchangeable part of him, a feature of his species, that he treats as a handicap. Probably MORE unchangeable than the character traits he sees as holding his brothers back, which they do sorta... not mature out of, but refine, rather, over the course of the show. Donnie's shell can't experience a character arc, but he sees it as holding him back. So he FIXES it.

The Mad Dogs don't really have a motivation for beating stuff up besides "Hero Time!!!" at this point. That's why it's so interesting how EARLY this happens, unlike with Mind Meld, he isn't trying to change his brothers to make them better at a task that he actually CARES about. Donnie in particular never gets a super intense moral compass besides stuff that threatens people he already cares about, and he doesn't have any grudges (no Purple Dragons) at this point in the series. Hero Goals are largely devices for him to hang out with his dum dum brothers. I'm not diagnosed or anything but my vibes are certainly... Spectrum-Adjacent, I definitely have trouble with literal thinking and reading people. One thing that happens sometimes is people will be using "task" as "reason to hang," and I will get a lot more fixated on completing said task than I really should, to the point of annoying people. I confuse "Successful Task Completion" with "Successful Social Interaction." It makes me come across as bossy and controlling without realizing it.

So, we got a Donnie who thinks Arbitrary Goals are essential to Hero Bonding, who has been treating his life like an mmorpg - armor upgrades, skill trees, grinding, sometimes fighting through random dungeons to hang out with his bros. He's probably even slightly better at Fighting Stuff than his brothers atp, he isn't dealing with a mystic learning curve and his special interest has been Weapons of Mild Destruction for years already. His brothers want to level up, take harder missions, he tries to get them there with his access to High Level Loot.

Of course, his brothers are all min-maxing, not trying to multiclass their purple ass out of squishy glass cannon town. So, it doesn't go well. Unfortunately, the lesson Donnie learns (besides brotherly affection) is that his brothers don't NEED fixing like he does. Mind Meld and Donnie vs. Witch Town sorta finish this arc out as best as the series can.

Where I would have liked to see this go:

A S2 Donnie's Gifts or Mind Meld style episode (Donnie tries to improve his brothers, to their dismay) where the motivator isn't goal completion, but protectiveness. We see a bit of the fear in Purple Game, a bit of the contingency planning with the escape pods in the movie. Maybe a more upfront "training montage" type scenario, a high tech robo dojo to develop their mad skills, or just a tense moment after a skin of their teeth Genius Built rescue.

The brothers confront Donnie eventually-- not just the passive conflict resolution of Donnie's Gifts. They get mad. Push Donnie to the point he's at in Turtle-Dega Nights. They get a rant about not wanting them to get hurt, of course, but also that he's already done so much to FIX himself, make sure he's not a LIABILITY, why can't they at least try to stay SAFE? The dangers are real now, and as far as Donnie knows he REALLY can't do anything about threats like the Shredder. His tech did nothing the first time. His brothers are the ones with the mystic mojo, and they don't even realize how SERIOUS things could get.

Anyway. Protective Donatello my Beloved. Let my boy go apeshit.

//I REALLY Like the 2003 episode where Leo is hurt and Donnie is fucking PISSED at Usagi. All Donnies should be allowed to enter a feral protective rage, as a treat.

//If anyone knows of any Purple Game Aftermath fics lmk. Like, going home, getting donnie out of the evil gamer chair, guilt, whatever. or just good Purple Dragons being Assholes content.