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Macy comeback after a year???ayo???/silly
For context to anyone who doesn't have it/is new: This is my silly little mossfly mimic OC Macy (Originally she was an everyday mossfly but I decided to change that up for continuity and made a small redesign), she's just a shy little lass doing her best.
She was in the first rendered artwork I've made over on this account and had a discontinued ask blog
Only the ogs will remember her/silly
#Will I continue the ask blog? I dunno#but will I go back to posting about her?....mayhaps#I've got an animatic planned maybe. Picked a song as well since it fits#but I still gotta do a rough concept AND finish my IO!AU PMV first#beetle's ramblings#beetle's art#hollow knight oc#hollow knight#Macy the mossfly#hk ocs#mossfly#i may dive into the redesign and species change more in the future hshddh
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Now i know this blog is obviously for.. well. Front facing pokemon, but your tags are always super interesting. I think your opinions on pokemon are pretty neat
i've gotten a few asks like this so far, and it's always nice to see that folks aren't annoyed about how much i talk in the tags. i have lots of opinions on lots of things! and i like to talk a lot. the reason i started talking more in the tags is actually because of asks like thisâfolks saying they liked seeing what i had to say on particular pokĂ©mon has encouraged me to actually talk about my thoughts more (although if you regularly read my tags, i tend to get off-topic pretty quickly. i queue these up very early in the morning, as soon as i get up, and i'm usually a little delirious), especially compared to my first early posts on this blog which didn't even have any tags at all, beyond the names of the pokĂ©mon. you're one of the like 4 ffp-mod likers how's it feel
#not pkmn#ffp-mod? i dunno if i like how that sounds. i'm just like out here. i'm just like. a bitch. just like. a fucker that exists in the world#a pokĂ©mon just like the rest of you! right?#this also gives me an opportunity to say holy shit the blog hit 1000 followers? which is like nothing in the grand scheme of tumblr#when my man rodney realpokemon is out here with like 20k but that's a lot for *me*. that's way more folks than i'm used to#it's a good thing i'm not actually Making any content for this blog so i don't have to be worried about the output. it's just pokĂ©mon innit#if a pokĂ©mon looks bad it's nintendo's fault. not mine#anyway. thanks for sticking aroundâ i s'poseâthough it's not necessarily benefitting me very muchâ unless i turn on that âtipsâ button#but doesn't that just look so self-absorbed? haha yeah. my posts are good enough to deserve my followers giving me free money#some folks who are genuinely making content on here it's like. fine. but for me? someone who just posts pokĂ©mon staring at the screen?#i can't imagine anyone really seeing it as worth it to pay me for that#also holy shit i'm doing it again. the thing where i talk in the tags and make them a mile long. i'm cutting myself off here this is the en#clearly folks sending in asks is just my opportunity to continue talking more because i definitely always take the opportunity#to continue talking. and not stop talking. here i go again
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Thinking about Berserk again. I havent read any of the new chapters because Miura's death kind of got to me really bad so thinking about or talking about berserk at all just made me really depressed and I think I probably havent even looked at it since he passed (after I used to reread huge chunks of it like every week) but now its been like two years and Im thinking I should just accept it and give the new stuff a shot.
One thing I am always thinking about though is how Miura's death effected discussion around Berserk and how much it will continue to effect discussion. Like, I always felt Berserk never got enough criticism. You can search Berserk on here and find all my old posts complaining about how everybody was jumping the gun on calling it One Of The Greatest Manga Ever when it wasnt even done and at the time most people were convinced it hadnt been good since like what, conviction arc? And that was back before Kentaro Miura died and his death has only made the discussion even more like "Berserk is a beautiful wonderful masterpiece and anyone with problems doesnt GET IT".
So like I stopped reading under the idea that no matter what happened it wasnt gonna be what REALLY shouldve happened, now I think thats kind of unfair and maybe I should give it a shot, but I think that idea is gonna be influencing how people talk about a manga that was already being given alot of undue praise and adoration from people who seemed to mostly never have actually read it and had nothing more interesting to say about it beyond it being the manga that popularized the idea of a guy with a big big sword. I dunno.
#Also when Miura died and everybodys first questions were like what was gonna happen to berserk. I dunno#I might be lying I might just never get back to it.#Berserk still very important to me but also the fact that it is continuing at all. I dunno I guess I dont know what Miura wouldve wanted#but it kind of seems nobody did and I have this feeling in my mind of like 'is the only reason they continued Berserk is because-#-its so profitable'. but I dont know enough about the current mangaka or like Anything to really say that without feeling like a jerk.#yeah somebody liked one of my really old berserk posts so I started thinking about how much I used to talk about Berserk but also#have just been thinking alot about it again in general. I dunno..............#also when I say got depressed I mean I got convinced art was stupid and pointless for a second it was fucking bad#Like this is kind of the one time ever a celebrity dying really got to me and it was because like he was gone and everybody was just#asking about when berserk was gonna continue and again the nicest thing most people said about berserk was it#popularizing a trope in anime. It made me feel hopeless#Fine now. been two years. Sad situation but I dont think thats gonna be all berserk gets remembered for now.#yeah this is long and rambly sorry. MY blog I can start posting about berserk really sadly out of nowhere.
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CUNNILINGUIST â s.jy (ft. p.sh)
Unfortunately for you, no man has ever given you some good head. Fortunately for you, your best friend is more annoyed by it than you are. Itâs just a favor, right? or the one where your best friend jake eats you out as a way to admit his own feelings for you, also, apparently sunghoon existing is an issue.
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WORDCOUNTâ 16.1 k
PAIRINGâ jake x afab reader (ft. sunghoon)
CONTENTâ a lot of waiting, like to the point it even annoyed me, very fluffy stuff , typical best friends to fuck buddies to âactually, I had feelings this whole timeâ, jealousy, jake is whiny and needy when heâs horny, reader thinks itâs cute. angst if youâre a baby about it
OTHER CHARACTERSâ sunghoon as the mutual friend who bangs reader
NOTEâ this was originally written by me on my other blog [@/ncteez], if youâve read it before, thatâs why!
smut tags under cut::Â
smut tagsâ BIG DICKED BESTIE, pussy eating (he gets IN THERE), masturbation in the form of dry humping a mattress and then into his hand, finger fucking, cum eating, sunghoon hook up, morning sex, lazy fingering, lazy fuck, dirty talk , unprotected sex, awkward build up,raw grinding, no blowjob in sight sorry lmao, deep penetration, cream pie, kind of cum stuffing but like not entirely intentional, cheesy love stuffÂ
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âWhat? Again?â Jake says, leaning back against the couch with a groan and a smack to his own forehead.
âYeah, so basically he went down on me for less than a minute but expected me to, like, go long enough to âswallowâ or whatever.â You continue the story in a frustrated huff, shaking your head in self-pity.
Jake groans louder, leaning himself forward again and swiping his drink from your coffee table to take a long and thoughtful sip.Â
âHow many times is that, then?â He says between sips, glancing around the room as if heâs in deep thought. âI canât help but think you pick these kinds of guys on purpose at this point.â
You look at him in mock pain, grabbing his drink and taking your own thoughtful sip of it.
âI dunno, they always talk big game during phone sex and stuff. I figure eventually one of them will live up to it.â You drone on, internally marking your recent dateâs name off of your call-back list.Â
âBe honest with me, have you ever actually gotten good head? Like how would you know if theyâre bad if you have nothing good to compare them to?â Jake asks, letting you mindlessly drink his beverage.
Itâs not weird to be having these types of conversations with him, if at all, something would seem off if you didnât. Heâs the only person in your life that youâve ever felt this close to. At this point, you think heâd have to chase you down with a bloody hatchet for things to be awkward. Which isâŠkind of interesting, you guess.
âWell, I mean,â You think for a moment too long for his liking, but he gives you the space to finish your answer. âIt feels good and all but itâs not like Iâve ever gotten off by it.â
âCorrection ââ Jake starts, blinking right at you. âYouâve never been given the chance to get off on it.â His bright smile shows through his words, and youâre sure heâs mocking you at this point.
âYeah, yeah. Yada, yada. I have terrible taste in sexual partners but to be fair, itâs not like the pool is that big to choose from.â
He nods in agreement, humming as if to end the conversation and still watching you sip at his drink.
âWould you be opposed toââ He pauses, making eye contact with you. âYâknow, I could do it for you.â
You pause, nearly dropping his drink out of your hand but thankfully your grip actually tightens on it instead. You swallow as you look at him, searching his face to see if this is some kind of joke.
âJae-fucking-yun,â You deadpan, sitting his cup back down on your coffee table and leaning toward him, staring him down. âYouâd really do that, for me?â
You bat your eyelashes at him, mostly playing it off as a half-joke just to see if heâs fucking with you or not.Â
âHow else are you gonna experience it?âÂ
You stare him down harder.
âYou say that like youâre some sort of pussy-eating-god,â You narrow your eyes. âAre you?â
He shrugs casually with his little smile, leaning back on your couch and stretching his arms out. One of his hands lands behind your shoulder and you lean into it.Â
âIâd let you be the judge of that if youâre up for it.â
Finally, you decide that heâs definitely not joking and youâre definitely gonna do it because like, thatâs your best friend. Experiencing your firsts with him comes almost as naturally as walking. You had your first kiss with him, albeit it was a dare. You experienced your first concert with him, your first break up, your first failed exam, and even your first legal drink in a club. Whatâs so bad about letting him eat you out?
âRight now?â You ask, quirking your brow and tilting your head.
âNow, tomorrow, next week. Whenever.â He runs his hands through his hair as he says it and only now are you starting to really tune into his features that youâve already found handsome.
Day after day youâve seen him on this couch and in other states of dress without really thinking twice about how his lips would feel on you (despite that short first kiss). Youâve seen him kissing all up on other people, youâve seen him in the club with wet lips from alcohol, youâve seen him all messy and eating spaghetti at his parentâs houseâ but for some reason, his lips seem different now. His sleepy eyes seem different, his messy hair seems like something that should be tugged on, his fucking jawlineâÂ
âWhyâre you staring at me like that?â He looks at you up and down as if heâs judging. âYou wanna go right now?â
You nod slowly, letting the traces of any lusty thoughts youâve had about him in your life come to the front in waves. Then you quickly shake your head.
âWait, no,â You roll your eyes more at yourself than him. âI havenât showered since my date, maybe I should, uhâŠâ
âUh â yeah. Please do.â He grimaces, that same dopey smile coming back after a moment.Â
âFair.â You roll your eyes. âGonna go shower then.âÂ
Part of you wonders if like, heâs being totally legit. For all you know, youâll get out of the shower and heâll be too busy doing something else, or like, heâll go home or something. No hurt in seeing though.
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In the bathroom, you canât help the feeling in your chest at even the thought that this may be about to happen.
Excitement. Thatâs what you feel. Not because itâs Jake. Well, maybe a little bit because you wanna see what his tongue is all about but more so because youâre about to get some presumably good head.
You shower thoughtfully, cleaning every part of your body and feeling little goosebumps rise and fall with each sensation of your air conditioning snaking its way past your shower doors. When you get out, you lotion your body so youâre all nice and soft and brush your teeth just in case things go a little further. Youâre not expecting it to, but yâknow, nothing wrong with having fun if it comes to it.Â
After all, heâs doing you a favor by going down on you, the least you can do is smell good, be soft, and totally prepared for if he were to suggest more, right? Right. Anyway, youâre all showered up and opt to just let your hair do its own thing as you throw on your shirt and shorts. You ignore the panties at this point, because why not?
When you get back to the living room, Jake isnât there. Naturally, you check your bedroom and there he is, still his normal self and lounging against your headboard while flipping through videos on his phone.Â
âAnd sheâs back,â he comments, reaching a hand out as if to invite you to your own bed. âChange your mind yet?â
âNot even for a second,â you smile as you take a spot in front of him, your entire body facing him as you pull your knees up and lay your chin against your arms. âHave you?â
He seems to fall into a more serious tone now, locking his phone before tossing it to the side and flicking his eyes up to look at you, scanning your legs in the shorts.Â
âNo,â he chokes back, shocked to see straight between the gap of your shorts and actually lay eyes on the point of this whole situation for the first time. âAnd youâre not wearing anything under those shorts.â
You watch his face and the way it turns from your best friend into something youâve seen time and time again from men youâve gone home with. Itâs sexy on him though, for some reason.
âFigured Iâd save you the trouble?â
He smiles, now moving himself toward you and reaching a hand behind to cradle your head.Â
âLay back,â he says softly, in a voice youâve only heard a few times from him, âyou could have left the shorts off too though.â He adds with an even softer laugh.
For some reason, it makes you feel shy. His hand guiding you to lay back all while grabbing the pillow from behind him and placing it under your head so that youâre nice and comfortable. You watch him look at you and honestly, itâs in a way you canât remember him ever looking at you before. If this is how he looks at other women, you may be a little jealous.Â
It feels more intense right now than you thought it would.
âYouâre being weird.â You say offhandedly, looking away from him and trying to keep the heat from flushing to your cheeks.Â
âYouâre letting me eat you out, how am I being weird?â He leans up from you, putting two hands on your knees but still waiting for your eyes to meet his again. âYou want me to act like the other dudes? Dip my tongue in then wrap it up?â
You groan, rolling your eyes back to him and analyzing the way his big hands drape over your knees.Â
âOkay, fair.â You admit defeat, feeling his warm palms move down the back of your thighs and to your ass.Â
âLift up,â He says, quickly pulling the shorts off of you when you do as he asks.Â
âOhââ He gasps quietly. âDamn.â
He stares directly between your legs, bracing his hands back at your knees and spreading your legs a bit. He angles his head in different ways to really look at you, seemingly enamored with your pussy as a whole.Â
âLook whoâs staring now.â You chuckle, instinctively hiding your face from him despite knowing he isnât looking up at you.
âYeahâ I am,â he admits, now adjusting himself on the bed to lay down, his head easily slotting between your legs as he rests his chin on your lower belly and looks up at you. âYou can pull my hair or do whatever, Iâm just gonnaâŠlike, start I guess. Tell me if itâs something you donât like.â
As normal as this isnât, heâs speaking similar to how the two of you had taken on projects before. He typically takes the lead but offers you control more often than not. All you can do is nod at him, trying to comprehend that itâs your best friendâs head between your legs right now.
When he pulls his head back up with one last nod of confirmation, the first thing you feel is his fingers slipping up your folds, the other braced on your thigh and holding your legs open. You release a short sigh of relief at the feeling and he instantly smirks at it.Â
âI havenât even started yet,â He whispers, glancing up at you before fixing his eyes back on the expanse of your pussy. He uses his ring and pointer finger to spread your lips open, and the middle finger to rub against your hole only for a brief moment before he licks his lips and releases his own sigh of relief. âGod, Sunghoon would be so jealous right now.â
You look down at him, wanting to ask him what the fuck heâs talking about and why heâd bring up Sunghoon right now, but you find yourself staring at him instead. Breath caught in your throat with the way his eyes meet yours before letting his tongue hang from his mouth as if presenting it to you in a cheeky way.
Heâs so fast with it too, with the way he replaces his middle finger with his tensed tongue, forcing you to swallow your words and hold your breath even more. You can feel him lick and nibble against each of your lips before moving inward, flattening his tongue to lick one long, languid, and wet stripe up until meeting your clit.Â
He wraps his lips around it, sucking once, hard, before releasing it and pulling back to look at you.
âThis okay?â
Goddamn him for making you have to talk right now. Youâre still trying to comprehend the fact that he said Sunghoon, fucking Sunghoon of all people would be jealous that heâs doing this right now. Thatâs definitely a question for later, because yeah, itâs fucking okay.Â
More than okay.Â
You nod to him, throwing your arm over your eyes and instinctively bucking your hips up towards his hovering mouth.Â
âOh, that was hot,â He groans out his compliment, watching the way you hide your face before he pulls his eyes back down and uses his fingers to spread your pussy open wider, enough to see your hole pulsate when he dips down to blow against it, âI can see how wet youâre getting, Is it because of me or is it just because someone is playing with your pussy?â
You half groan half moan at that, mostly because hearing these words from him is something that feels entirely too sexual. As if he hasnât already tasted you, as if youâre not spread out by his fingers right now. You ignore his words, yet, your brain holds onto them with white knuckles and your hips buck toward him again.
âNot a talker, got it.â He notes, watching your hips chase his breath.Â
He watches for much longer than youâd like for him to, and youâre about to lift up and accuse him of being just like the other guys but he shuts your thoughts off so fucking fast when you feel his lips on you again.Â
His tongue explores every part of you, licking and sucking against areas you didnât even know would feel good until his mouth lands against your clit again. This time, you canât help it, you grind up and he hums at it as he braces your legs open just enough to skew his head and move his tongue back down.Â
Heâs slurping. Lost in the moment as he does it. Tasting you in full and getting a warm, pleasant feeling each time your legs try to close and your hips buck up for more. HeâŠcanât believe this is finally happening. Fucking finally.
Unsure if youâd let him, he tries anyway. He stiffens his tongue, circling your hole before pressing just a bit, giving you just enough pressure that you feel frustrated. So frustrated that youâre the one who ends up finishing his attempt at something new. You reach down and lace your fingers in his hair, and let out a soft, needy little moan for him.Â
That sound forces one from his chest too, he canât help it, really. With the way youâre grabbing his hair and holding his head in place, pressing yourself against his mouth so much harder than before. Ah, he really, really loves doing this for you.Â
To think any man would already be done? To think anyone could like, not wanna eat you out? Insanity. Stupid, stupid fucking men.
He can taste how wet you are now, truly taste it as he stretches your hole as much as he can with his tongue and another groan of his own. Itâs probably embarrassing, truly, but he doesnât care.Â
Both of you are moaning at this point as you hold his head in place and grind your hips harder than you think you are. He loves it, you love it. So much that you really are barely comprehending that your best friend could do this the whole time?! And never told you until now?!
Jake is just as drunk on the moment as you are though. Totally lost in the scent and taste of you as he continues to lap away, constantly trying to prove that you can and will get off from his mouth alone. And honestly? Itâs at the point that he figures he can use his fingers now too considering you let him spread you open with his tongue. Whatâs a little more gonna hurt, anyway?
The taste of you alone has him in heaven, cursing any man who didnât take advantage of your pussy against their mouth. He can easily slip a finger into a hole this wet and needy, gasping in awe before glancing up at you.Â
God, the way you immediately ride his finger, no huff or sound of irritation that heâs pulled his tongue back now. Your face. Fuck.Â
He watches as you shamelessly chase the small amount of pleasure he can offer in terms of just head and fingering. He can imagine how hot youâd be without that shirt on, with your legs around his hips, with your mouth wrapped around him. You look blissed out, soaking his finger and keeping your hand in his hair, mindlessly grabbing and scratching at him.Â
Making quick work, he goes back for your clit, circling his tongue around the bundle of nerves and noticing how you ride his finger harder. He canât help but smirk against you when you do it either.Â
The movement of your hips constantly humping against him is enough, and he canât help but groan at the sound of your slick squelching out of you and warming his chin, he canât fucking help but grind his own hips forward when you act like this. His cock is so painfully hard for you right now, at the taste of you, that all he can do is chase the mattress beneath him. Tensing his muscles and moaning against your clit shamelessly at the jolts of pleasure he gets from it.Â
He slips another finger in with ease, feeling how much wetter youâve gotten in the way the slide is filthy and audible. You groan out at that too, feeling his tongue flick relentlessly against your clit and only now moving your free hand from your face and trailing to your stomach.Â
You canât even talk, so you donât. You lift your shirt up until you can at least rub against your nipples, just to heighten the pleasure your best friend is so graciously giving you.
His eyes roll back when you do that, only to fall back on you and get a frustrated grunt from him. Heâs a bit annoyed that the shirt is still covering you despite your hand under it, fondling yourself. Heâs thinking with his cock, so fucking aroused that he doesnât think twice when he aggressively lifts your shirt up to your chin and watches the way your fingers poke and prod at yourself.
He inhales a sharp breath at the image, and his hips fuck harder against the mattress at that. His fingers speed up and now heâs focused. You feel him all over you from the waist down, his tongue flicking and lips sucking against your swollen clit, his fingers relentlessly fucking into you, your fingers heightening those sensations by playing with your own titsâ then, oh, then you notice.Â
Jake, youâre best fucking friend, is so goddamn horny that heâs dry humping against your bed and whining out moans against your clit. Probably to avoid asking for more, to avoid making you feel obligated to get him off too, to avoid anything you may not want or consent to. And thatâs why heâs your best friend.
It doesnât take long after that, your hips come to a stop as you watch him get himself off all while getting you off, and you find your orgasm bubbling up much faster than if youâd have imagined solely because of the image in front of you.
âJake, youâre fucking whining.â You groan almost as needy as he does, rolling your hips up in a stutter.Â
He was almost gonna stop, because yeah, he is whining. Gasping for air but only tasting you, only swallowing up the moans you give to him, only inhaling the dull scent of the fruity soap you used when you showered. But, you moan louder after you say that. You like it. You like seeing him act so desperate. So he continues, shamefully reaching one of his hands between himself and the bed and quickly shoving it down his pants, circling around his cock and continuing to fuck into it.Â
If he thinks hard enough, youâre what heâs fucking right now, and technically, he is. With his fingers and mouth at least. When your hips stutter more, he fucks harder against his hand and holds his fingers inside of you as deep as he can get them. There, he sucks against your clit until youâre the one whining louder.Â
Youâre shocked at how quickly youâre getting off. Releasing a splash against him in a breathy, choked up sob. Nearly squeezing his head between your thighs to the point he almost misses the way you breathe out strings of praises toward him. But he hears them.Â
He definitely heard you say that he looks sexy with your hand in his hair, and god, did he ride off of the fact that you encouraged him to get off with you. Regardless of if you knew if he could or not, regardless of if you knew his hand was providing just enough pleasure for him to do just that.Â
There, as your orgasm subsides with his tongue still flicking your sensitive clit, you watch him writhe his hips against your mattress, his eyes slammed shut, and his breath coming out in pornographic moans. So this is what Jake looks like when he cums. Itâs desperate, but somehow, it feels passionate too.
Youâre all dazed after the fact, pussy pulsing and tingling from the loss of his lips and fingers once he pulls back and lays against your bed with a lazy smile. His pants are uncomfortable, but he doesnât mind as he wipes his hand across his shirt and watches the way you catch your breath.Â
âSo,â He tries to say, clearing his throat. âIâ umâ hope thatâs what you needed?â
Youâre shy. Youâre never fucking shy, especially towards Jake, but god.Â
âUm, yeah,â you sigh out, lifting from the bed and looking back at him. Part of you wondering if thatâs what itâs supposed to be like when someone gives you good head, or if thatâs justâŠwhat itâs like when Jake gives head.
For some reason, you genuinely donât think another man would ever eat you out to that level again. Thereâs no way, based on experience.Â
âIt was definitely what I needed.âÂ
He nods in a shy way, reminding himself that his pants are fucking nasty right now. So, he goes to stand up and extends a hand out to you.Â
âLetâs go clean up.âÂ
You shake your head, not at all wanting to move from this bed. He nods again, pulling your shirt back down for you and leaning to look at you.Â
âIâm gonna bring you something to clean up with, and Iâm gonna shower.â
You smile at him, a bit dazed as you make yourself comfortable on your messy sheets as you think hard about the fact that this dopey motherfucker really never told you how good he was at this? Rude.
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Jake looks all proud of himself when he comes back to your room and cuddles into bed with you much like he always has.Â
âI didnât expect to sleep over, I have work in the morning.â He whispers in a rasp against your back, curling around you like the perfect big spoon.Â
Youâre quick to turn on his work alarm on your phone, like you always do when he crashes during weeknights. Because, what best friend doesnât have alarms set for each other anyway?
After a few more long moments of silence, you try to talk. Mostly because your brain is swimming with the fact that, like, youâre not sure but itâs justâ wow.Â
âHey, umââ
âHmm?â He hums out in a sleep-heavy voice.
âDid you actually enjoy doing that?â
âAre you fucking kidding me? I literally came in my pants.â His sudden louder voice causes you to jump, but you relax back into his gasp.Â
âOh,â You think hard. âIs this gonna change stuff between us?â
âProbably, but not in like, a bad way. More like in the can-i-eat-you-out-all-the-time-way.â He responds with mock-confidence, shifting a bit and hugging you closer to him, as if to hide the way heâs trying to make this sound like a joke. For his own comfort, really.
You smile.
âAnd donât tell other dudes my secrets.â He adds.
âI won't.â
Jake has his own smile from behind you, wondering if he really is just that good at eating pussy. The truth is, heâs done it a handful of times but he was just really really interested in doing it for you. ForâŠreasons.
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âHey, um,â
âHmm?â Jake hummed out in a sleep-heavy voice.
âDid you actually enjoy doing that for me?â
âAre you fucking kidding me? I literally came in my pants.â He responded in a sudden, louder voice.Â
âOh,â You think hard. âIs this gonna change stuff between us?â
âProbably, but not in like, a bad way. More like in the can-i-eat-you-out-all-the-time-way.âÂ
You remember the conversation that happened after he went down on you like it was yesterday, and heâs a goddamn liar. Nothing changed in your friendship with him, and he certainly doesnât ask to eat you out all the time either. If anything, youâve felt disappointed time and time again with the aftermath of that night.
Itâs weighing on you in a strange way. At first, the weeks following the first and apparently, only time Jake went down on you, you almost expected him to ask for a repeat. You wanted to return the favor. You wanted him to ask but he never did. Even when he came over to hang out, even when you tried to lay down hints.
Nothing changed.
In fact, he doesnât even talk about it. He doesnât look at you as if heâs tasted you, and he doesnât act like he came in his palm against your bed, right in front of you. Heâs justâŠJake. Sweet, caring, aloof, Jake. And youâre just you. Except you want to be someone else at this point. Someone that he does feel differently around after that.
Maybe you werenât a memorable event for him when it comes to intimacy. Maybe he prefers to pretend it never happened? Maybe he was really just doing you a favor and intending for it to never go past the initial act. Even with his sweet words after the fact. Maybe, that was just to reassure you so it wouldnât be awkward.Â
Youâre a version of you who wants to know what the fuck heâs thinking about. Did it taste bad? Did he get cold feet about it all? Arguably, if things did get weird after what happened, youâd feel more comfortable than you do with the situation as it stands.Â
It is weird now, but only because itâs not weird for him.Â
Even now, as you lay across the same bed where he had his head nestled between your legs, you can almost feel the tingle of what it felt like. The way his hair tickled your thighs, and the way his fingers laid against the flesh of your legs. The sun is beaming in through your windows and it still doesnât feel as warm as it did when he cuddled against you that night. Itâs been weeks and your heart is sick for him by this point. Sick with confusion, angst, lust, maybe even love if you think hard enough.Â
You miss him a lot more than before as you throw your hand up to your face in a gentle slap as if to knock yourself out of it. This is insane. Every day you wake up feeling this way, thinking of him, and where you stand with him. It wasnât like this at first, you truly expected him to come back for more and now youâre just sitting here with a loop of reasons as to why he never did.Â
Insane. Youâve gotten head from so many people and didnât think twice about them the next day, Jake is different though. You knew he would be too.
Why is Jake any different? Why do you miss him so badly right now? Why couldnât he pick up on it either? Even worse, why do you feel like doing that with him was a mistake?
Heâs with his parents for the weekend, and youâre here still thinking about shit that should have been released with your orgasm.Â
You havenât gone on any dates since that day, you havenât met up with any one other than him to hang out, and at this point youâre starting to feel a little pathetic for falling in so deep. Itâs entirely one sided, he makes that very clear.
So, naturally, you hop up with the confidence of a damn lion and decide that today, it ends. You will stop making it weird between the two of you, if he has even noticed anyway. Youâre gonna get dressed, look hot as fuck, and sit on your couch swiping left and right until you find a hot piece of man thatâs willing to take you out tonight.
Thatâs when something dawns on you. You remember Jake briefly mentioning Sunghoon to you, which seemed more like an implication if anything at the time.Â
Why would Sunghoon be jealous of what happened? You can admit to being attracted to him but itâs not like the two of you hang out often or anything, and itâs also kind of a rule for yourself that you donât fuck within the friendgroup. Jake was an exception, solely because thatâs your best friend. Or, well, was your best friend.Â
Now though? Who cares about these little rules you create for yourself? You need a confidence boost. You need your mind to be taken off of this little spiral you keep falling into. Most of all, you need to be proven wrong that you can still get off without it being him.Â
So, texting Sunghoon? Easy.Â
Thankfully, Sunghoon texting you back at lightning speed seemed even easier for him.Â
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Well, Sunghoon sure did a great job at getting your mind off of Jake for the past couple of hours.Â
You lay here in his bed, feeling your body tingle from the sensation of just how well he lived up to the promise of a good time. For hours he touched you, licked against you, fucked you. And yeah, you did fucking enjoy it.Â
But why now? Why did you only just decide to give Sunghoon a shot? Why are you lying in his bed, with his heavy arms thrown across you as he snores gently behind you, feeling the need to cry? Why do you wish it was Jake, your best friend who seemed so eager to please and then suddenly leaped ten feet back as if he never suggested it in the first place?Â
Your brain is confused despite your body relaxing itself from the state of bliss you were able to experience. You really did enjoy this time with Sunghoon and think that maybe, if you continue to make late night visits to him, the need for your best friend will weaken in time.Â
God, if only Jake would just talk about it.
And you fall asleep thinking about that. About how youâve let your feelings weaken you to the point that itâs genuinely hard to enjoy being pleasured by someone who actually has the capability.Â
And, well, you wake up much the same, except Sunghoon was quite quick with his fingers upon waking up himself. Showing you that even if the person you want doesnât have a thing to do with you, he sure does.Â
âGood morning,â He rasps in a sleepy voice, fingers already traveling down your stomach as he hugs up against you from behind. âGlad you finally came through for me.âÂ
You quirk a brow. Right, Jake is the whole reason you're here. If not for mentioning him, at least.
âI finally came through?â You chuckle, your body jolting at the ticklish sensation of his lips brushing the back of your neck. âYou knew I was single, why didnât you call me?âÂ
You feel a harsher kiss against your neck, and his fingers only travel further down now.Â
âBro code.â He whispers, dipping his fingers between your still naked thighs. âIâm not overstepping if youâre the one asking for it.â He slides his fingers gently back and forth between your legs, trying to work you up. âAnd you did.âÂ
You think hard about that. Bro code, overstepping limits, not coming onto someone unless they do first solely because someone must have asked him not to. And youâd think even harder about who that someone might be, but instead your brain is quickly thrown into the morning sex routine Sunghoon must offer to all of his lovers.Â
You enjoy it too, the small moments of bliss where youâre not in your head about what you could have possibly done wrong with Jake for you to end up feeling this way. Itâs a brief moment of numbness though, feeling his fingers pleasure you gently can only do so much to quiet your thoughts.Â
âAre you saying one of your friends had dibs on me or something?â You laugh in a half-joke, arching your back to rub your ass up and against the bigger and warmer man behind you.Â
âYou could say that, Iâm assuming he missed his chance thoughââ Sunghoon whispers snidely, now satisfied with how you already drip for him and sliding one of his fingers into you. His other hand, being used to hike one of your legs up and against his hip to open you up for him. âYou wouldnât be here doing this if he didnât.âÂ
You clench around his finger unintentionally, pretending you donât know who youâre both referring to. Mostly because thereâs no way in hell itâs your best friend, seeing as how heâs acting like you donât exist outside of platonic friendship with him. Then again, who else could it be? Jay? Heeseung? Fucking Jungwon? As fucking if.Â
âI guess he did miss his chanceââ You breathe, now allowing yourself to give into the lazy and slow pleasure being offered. âDeeper.âÂ
And he listens. Sunghoon goes deeper and deeper with one finger, then two, then three, up until you slip his fingers out of you and plead through your body to have more. Deeper still, holding you from behind, plunging in as if to intentionally fuck the confusion out of you. As if to, maybe, prove that Jake isnât the only man who can please you now.Â
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When you eventually find yourself walking through your front door, you do feel better. Sunghoon did have some type of capability to make you feel as desired as Jake did. After all, itâs not often that you sleep over with a man, better yet get fucked again as soon as you wake up with him.Â
Even so, you know Jake will be back tomorrow, wanting to hang out yet again as if nothing happened. Thankfully, with Sunghoon around, maybe you can pretend alongside him. Maybe even forget it ever happened.Â
You can argue that for the first time, youâre even a bit annoyed when you see his name pop up in your notifications with a call as if youâre not right in the middle of texting Sunghoon. Itâs not that you were trying to go back over to his house or anything, but man, he sure is trying to get you to come back for a third round already.Â
Maybe you just like when people are eager to please you, or maybe you donât like to feel as if youâre the one chasing another person. Still, you answer Jake, seemingly releasing all of this resentment youâve built up for him in an instant.Â
âWhat?â You huff into the phone, feeling it vibrate with another text from Sunghoon and wanting nothing more than to see what his fourth reason would be for you to come over not even two hours after you left.Â
âWhat?â Jake responds in confusion to you. âWhat do you mean âwhatâ?âÂ
âI mean what do you want? Iâm busy.â You huff again with a roll of your eyes, flopping back on your bed.Â
âOh god, something happened.â Jake groans, though he was simply calling you because he missed your voice. âWhatâs wrong?âÂ
âNo, not really. Was just trying to figure out what Iâm doing tonight when you rudely interrupted me.âÂ
Something is off, Jake can feel it. Your voice has a bite to it, one that feels like youâre mad at him. Not to mention, he knows what you mean when you say youâre trying to find something to do for the night. He tries to reserve his feelings though, despite wanting that something to be him.Â
âOh, I know thereâs an event at one of the clubs downtown tonight I think. Jay mentioned itââ He pauses briefly to hear another annoyed breath from you. âYouâre not gonna go with him?âÂ
âNah,â You wave off dismissively. âI think Iâm just gonna go hang out with Sunghoon.âÂ
You donât notice at all the brief and panicked silence for a solid second and a half before Jake reacts.
âWait, what?â He says quickly after managing to process those words, trying not to sound as panicked as he knows he feels. âSunghoon? Why?!âÂ
God, he knew he shouldnât have said anything about Sunghoon that day, but his confidence was overflowing and he couldnât help but boast at the time. Itâs come back to shoot him in the dick, knowing full well that Sunghoon has been trying to get you into bed since he fucking met you. Hearing you ask for him in this context is something that makes his blood run cold.Â
âRelax, I was with him last night. Itâs kind of like, maybe gonna be a normal thing now.âÂ
You refuse to pick up on Jakeâs tone. He had all the time in the world to make you feel something other than confusion, and this is just fucking petty at this point. He clearly doesnât want to have anything with you, so why in the hell should you just sit around hoping? Waiting?Â
âSunghoon? You want to fuck Sunghoon?â He asks in a lower tone, trying to convince himself that he has to be mishearing you. You can hear him shuffle around and close a door behind him, showing that he doesnât want his parents to hear him. But the frustration showing blatantly in his voice is somehowâŠsatisfying.Â
âI already did. I figured he would show me a good time since no one else can, and he did.â You shrug with slight disobedience. Resentment bubbling up in your gut to the extent that you almost want to grill him for having any type of opinion about it.Â
Jake hangs on those words for a second. âSince no one else can.âÂ
He really thought he was the one who could do it for you.Â
âYeah, butââ Jake starts, feeling like a child almost in the way he protests despite not being in a position to have a say in who you sleep with. âYou know what? Nevermind. Do what you want.â He adds blankly, hanging up before you can get another word in.Â
Honestly, he doesnât know what heâs doing wrong because you acted like he was fully capable of doing everything right. Hanging out with him consistently after the fact, not making it weird, flirting with him, asking him to sleep over.Â
He wasnât sure if he should ask you for more or if he should ask you to be his girlfriend first. The whole reason heâs with his parents right now is because he felt the need to run home to his Mom for girl advice. Embarrassing? Yes, but he really wanted to do things right. He cares about you.Â
He needed just one single weekend away, and the second heâs gone youâre out fucking other dudes? Fucking Sunghoon?Â
By now, that asshole is probably feeling like heâs on top of the world for getting to touch you. Not even he has done what Sunghoon managed to do with you by now and he canât help but feel pissed about it.Â
Whether youâre his or not, Sunghoon never should have been a fucking option.Â
So, he calls you right back, pushing back the feeling of how pathetic it seems considering heâs the one who hung up on you. Then, when you donât pick up, he immediately feels his stomach drop.Â
You must be talking to Sunghoon, you must be setting up a time and place to meet with him. And Jake has heard that Sunghoon knows how to fuck. Other people have said heâs good in bed. Surely, if youâve already been with him once and youâre still wanting to go back to him, those other people werenât lying.Â
To Jake, it feels like heâs losing you to his own friend with each passing second, and itâs weighing so heavy that spamming your phone with calls to interrupt whatever it is youâre doing right now feels like the right thing to do. In fact, it feels like it is the best thing in the world to do.Â
He calls again. You donât answer.
Again.
âWhat?!â You answer, annoyed.Â
âWhy would you even want Sunghoon?! Is he really that much better than I am?â He doesnât think before he says it, because if he did, he wouldnât have been able to say it at all.Â
Itâs his turn to experience that awkward silence because in all fairness, you donât know how to respond to that. You feel annoyed now, you feel confused and quite frankly, blind sided. Since when did he care?Â
âWhatâs that supposed to mean? You came onto me once and then never followed up.â You dead-pan at yourself in the mirror across your bedroom, speaking into the phone with a voice that seems scolding. âI donât see why youâre mad that Iâm hanging out with Sunghoon. We arenât dating, Jake.â
âSince when? Who said I didnât want to do it again?â Jake argues back in a whispered voice, showing you that he still canât be as loud as heâd like to be. He chooses to ignore that last sentence though, pretending as if it doesnât strike him in the center of the heart.Â
âNobody! Thatâs the thing, you havenât said anything about it. Not that you want to, not that you donât. Youâre just being you and itâs driving me up a fucking wall.â
Pause.
âYouâre mad because I didnât make it weird?â Itâs like his brain clicks.Â
âPretending it didnât happen somehow makes it worse.â You lower your voice, ignoring the string of texts Sunghoon is sending you and listening closely to what Jake might say next. Your heart is racing through this hushed argument, and it feels good to admit that you kept thinking about it, even if he hasnât.
âI wasnât pretending that it didnât happen,â He pinches the bridge of his nose with a sigh. âI just wasn't sure what the next step was.â
Youâre fucking appalled.
âJake, I have been flirting with you since it happened because I couldnât stop thinking about it. Youâre the one who didnât make any moves, so I figured you wanted it to end there.â You sigh loudly, but somehow feel a bit lighter. âDo you have any idea how that fucked with my confidence?â
Jake sighs along with you on the other end of the line.Â
âThatâs why I was annoyed earlier, and thatâs why Iâm going to Sunghoonâs tonight.â
âWhat?â Jakeâs voice raises a bit higher. âStill?!âÂ
Itâs the fact that heâs trying to explain himself. Had he known that you were confused by his lack of, um, touching you, he would have done it every day since it happened! Yet, youâre still considering Sunghoon an option? Knife to the heart, honestly.Â
Or maybe heâs not being clear enough with you about this.Â
You, on the other hand, nod your head as you hum a confirmation to him, smiling and wondering if this conversation will turn into an event that would, perhaps, have you cancel the hook-up with Sunghoon.
âWhy? Are you jealous?â You pry.
âYou really called him, and now Iâm just sitting here in my old room trying to find a way to get to you before he doesâŠ.again.â An inhale. â Yes! Iâm fucking jealous!âÂ
You remain silent, trying to pretend that your pettiness isnât solely to confirm what he seems to be implying to you. Then, an unintentional chuckle leaves your lips.Â
âWhy are you laughing?!â His voice is raised again, and he doesnât seem to stop spilling what he needs to say. âI wanted to do that for you for years and you somehow still didnât know?â He pauses. âI always made it weird between us, what? You thought I treated all of my friends like that?â
You just listen, feeling your heart beat in time with each word he speaks. Strings of sentences like, âIâm going to kick his ass.â and âYou thought Iâd just eat you out as a friend?! Youâre insane.â and âI would have come home last night if you wanted to feel good so badly, why did you have to go see him, of all people?âÂ
The confirmation of Jake being the friend who forbade Sunghoon from making a move on you is right there, clear as day.Â
âAh, so the Jake I know isnât the Jake everyone else knows?â You respond, trying to force the tingling feeling in your gut to calm itself. Hearing him be so blatant to you has your heart doing flips, and itâs not an easy task to make it stop.
âOf-fucking-course not!â He rolls his eyes, you can definitely tell. âYou had me wrapped around your pinky from day one.â
âAnd you really thought that, with the way you seemed so uninterestedââ You pause, processing his words. âI would have asked you to come home from your parentâs house to get me off? For what? Funsies? You thought I'd be brave enough or selfish enough to ask such a thing?âÂ
Jake sighs deeply, seemingly fed up with the situation.Â
âIt wouldnât be because you are selfish.â He breathes out, almost angrily. âAnd for the last time, Iâm not uninterested. I was just trying to do things right. I donât just want to fuck you, you know.âÂ
âAnd you didnât think to tell me until weeks after you ate me out?â You smile harder, trying to contain the heat flushing over your cheeks. âUntil after I thought I had a pH imbalance and maybe you were just grossed out by me?!âÂ
âIâm genuinely shocked you didnât know already. Made me think you werenât interested enough to likeââ He pauses, not wanting to be too telling. âI guess waiting and being polite isnât really your style. I should have known that though.â
You let him continue, because you can tell heâs simply taking breaths and small pauses to figure out how to express his thoughts to you.Â
âYou canât tell me that over the years, you never once noticed how often I stared at you.â He lowers his voice again, softening it to an extent that you actually feel the butterflies fly from your belly to your chest.Â
âThe fact that I jumped in head first and offered to do that for you? I didnât think I had to tell you at this pointâŠâHe breathes out a chuckle through the line this time. âAnd for the record, I couldnât get enough of it. I was just trying to likeâ I donât know.â
You listen to him breathe deeply, again.Â
âI didnât want you to think I was in it just for the sex, I guess.â
There. There it is. Youâre nearly kicking your feet, feeling him confirm feelings and erase any hint of doubt within you. Despite never truly noticing that he treats you differently compared to his other friends, despite never thinking too hard about the way he looks at you.Â
âYou acted like it wasnât a big deal, Jake. Iâm not joking. If thatâs how you act when you like someone, you shouldnât blame me for not noticing.â
âI literally tongue fucked you.â He dead-pans. âFriends donât just do that.â
âI thought we were friends who could do that.â You argue. âBut I guess youâre not quite looking to just remain friends, are you?âÂ
âNo,â Jake sighs. âMom told me I needed to take you out on some extravagant date and express my undying love for you with a handful of red roses, but I guess this is just how itâs gonna be. After all, this is you.âÂ
âAnd this is you.â You confirm.Â
âI was going to come home tomorrow and try to lie our way to the restaurant, which I still can, if you want. You kind of fucked up my plan though.âÂ
You pause at his words, suddenly feeling like shit for not realizing sooner. In your defense though, if he really did like you from day one, you didnât exactly have a chance to see how he would have acted without feelings. The Jake you know is your best friend, and someone you trusted with everything, you thought he treated everyone as well as he treated you. Thatâs why, when he didnât change, you couldnât read him anymore.Â
Then again, all of this could have been fucking avoided if he had just voiced it to you.Â
âRomance is dead and itâs your fault.â Jake tries to joke, his soft tone somehow coming out even softer as he waits for some type of response from you.Â
âSo, are we done fighting?â You ask meekly, tapping your finger against your phone and looking up at the ceiling with a smile that by now, you canât escape. âSince youâve just expressed your undying love for me and I very much wouldnât mind going on a date with you so we can work this out face to face?âÂ
âAre you still going to fuck Sunghoon?âÂ
You laugh.Â
âOh yeah, for sureââ To his silence, you immediately take it back. âOh my god, relax. Itâs a joke.âÂ
âGet better jokes, asshole.âÂ
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âWhat the fuck?â Jake deadpans into the phone, his heart beating far too fast for his health, but vibing with it anyway because by tomorrow night, heâll be next to you again. âYou seriously had sex with her?!âÂ
âHey, sheâs the one who called me.â Sunghoon shrugs as he listens. âTo be fair, Jake, I did tell her that someone else had dibs on her.â
Jake slaps his forehead and rolls his eyes.Â
âYouâre such a dickâ I told you at least three hundred times that I like her! I donât have dibs.â He gripes, trying to pretend that heâs not imagining Sunghoon with you, the person he wants the most.Â
âDamn right you donât, because she seemed to have a great tââÂ
âSunghoon, stop. I donât want to know what happened, but like, stop texting her.âÂ
Sunghoonâs brow raises in curiosity.Â
âAh, did you finally make a move?â
If thereâs anything Jake knows Sunghoon wonât do, itâs go for a woman that is actually unavailable. He has his fun, and heâs not one to turn anyone down if he has an interest in them, bro code be damned. And yeah, heâs still a little pissed at him for hooking up with youâŠbut, it is true, Jake made you feel like he wasnât even an option in his attempts to be a gentleman.Â
Still, boundaries need to be set now. Real boundaries.
âI did, and I would really appreciate it if you back off. Iâm trying to make something out of this, you know?â
Sunghoon lightens up, sighing at his loss of a would be fuck-buddy that seemed more promising than some heâs had in the past.Â
âJesus, youâre serious about her arenât you?â He smirks as he speaks, feeling proud of Jake for finally stepping up for himself. âI mean, I can totally see why. Please excuse me as I mourn that sweet, sweet, pu-âÂ
âSunghoon.â Jake warns. âShut the fuck up.âÂ
âRelax, jesus.â Sunghoon plays it cool, though he actually is mourning it a little bit. âGood on you though. Iâll back off, donât worry.âÂ
Jake rolls his eyes yet again, his love-hate relationship with Sunghoon becoming more fond than ever by this point. Only because the confidence he had in himself before all of this wasnât entirely where it needed to be. Itâs true that he wasnât exactly a pussy eating god before, nor could he even say heâs amazing at sex but, when it comes to you, he canât help but be excited. He wants to do it all, be it all for you.Â
Never in his life has he eaten pussy like that, and never in your life have you felt a mouth so eager to please between your legs.Â
Sunghoon could have been something, but he couldnât have been Jake, ever.Â
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The day couldnât go by any slower than it already has.Â
Jake comes home tonight, and by home, you mean to your apartment where he doesnât live.Â
Your mind goes in loops on what could possibly happen. Scenarios of him getting cold feet and ignoring that any of this happened at all again. Scenes of him unlocking your door, closing in on you, and kissing you before you can even say âhelloâ. Images of his hands on you, his mouth on you, what it would feel like if he were toâŠwell, oh.
You snap yourself out of it, every bad scenario in your head gets replaced with one where youâve got Jake working himself on and inside of you. Itâs making you feel hot, insane, and entirely too horny for the proposed date night full of talking that needs to be had first.Â
Then you freeze, your hand on the handle of your mug as you wonder a bit too hard.Â
What if he doesnât show up at all?Â
You did run off the second he left the city and fuck one of your mutual friends. Arguably, you were equally as bad at communicating with him as he was to you during the past few weeks. Sure, you flirted, but was that even enough when he literally put his tongue inside of you âas a friendâ?Â
God, heâd have every right to not show up. To move on, to never speak to you again.Â
Youâve been so stupid. Both of you have, stumbling together but apart into something neither of you could even begin to navigate. For you? Sex is easy. Feelings though? Thatâs where it gets complicated. Yet, still, you find yourself more willing than ever to let these feelings roam free if he accepts them at face value.Â
Solely because of how shitty it felt when you were trying to pretend that Jake was nothing but a one time thing for his sake.Â
And when the time comes, after hours of brooding, getting worked up, and feeling insane, youâre looking like a mess when he knocks on your door. So much for looking good for him. Youâre an absolute fucking wreck when you open that door and dead-pan stare at him and his bags.Â
âHi,â He smiles, not quite making eye contact because he really is kind of embarrassed by all of this. âIâm here.âÂ
You step back from the door, eyes remaining on him.Â
âYouâre here.â You say quietly, watching him step into your apartment and drop his bags.Â
You feel his breath before you hear his voice. So much closer than just moments before, right up against your ear, and his arms wrapping tightly around you.Â
âFelt like I was gone for too longââ He whines slightly against you, breathing in a breath and taking in your scent. âDidnât know I could miss you like that.âÂ
You fucking melt. Out of all of those scenarios and fantasies in your head, this wasnât one of them. Which goes to show that Jake is the one person in this world who can surprise you time and time again. Youâve hugged him like this hundreds of times, but this one, oh this one. He feels so close after feeling so fucking far away.
âYou were gone for two days,â You smile, nuzzling against him and gripping his waist in your own hug.Â
âTwo days too long, though.â You feel him smile, that little upturn of his lips pushing his cheek up and against you as he chuckles and pulls back. âWe donât have a lot of time, but we can still make it to the restaurant if you still want to go? I can shower when we get back.â
You pull back, offering him a small nod and feeling a bit let down. You wanted more, especially after that hug. The fact that he can contain himself right now feels isolating. Are you the only one who has a vibrating brain right now? He really wants to have the conversation at the restaurant?Â
He really wants to do this the right way?
You look like shit, but arguably he might think he looks worse considering the long trip back to you. Still, the restaurant is the chosen option to have this conversation, and youâre ready to get it over with so that finally the two of you can take a step forward.Â
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The restaurant is nice. Thereâs a buzz of conversations surrounding the two of you but most of it feels muffled because the only sound you can truly hear is Jakeâs hushed and awkward attempts to get the ball rolling.Â
âSo, I guess thatâs why I went to my parentâs house. Itâs embarrassing, I knowââ He says before you cut him off.Â
âTell me how you felt the past few weeks when we were together.â You say boldly, wanting so badly to have the confirmation that he really does want this, and that he suffered much like you did.
You watch a fan of rosy tint cross his cheeks as he breaks eye contact with you, looking to the table and then back up at you.Â
âOkay, umââ He stiffens a bit, glancing around to make sure no one is looking or listening in. âWhen we werenât together, it was a lot easier for me to think, but when we were together, I could only really think about one thing.â He admits, nodding to himself.Â
You look at him curiously before you see his eyes light up in panic.
âNo! No, no. Not like, sexâŠâ He looks down. âI mean, yeah maybe sex too but mostly I just couldnât stop thinking about ways to make you want me more than anyone else.âÂ
Your heart swells at his panicked save, and then the words that follow.Â
âI think I already did want you more than anyone else.â You admit back to him. âEven if I didnât know I had feelings until you did that to meâ Iâm sorry it took me so long to realize.â
He smiles, reaching over the table as if to ask for your hand.Â
âWhat about you? What did you think about when we were together after that night?â He asks for his own confirmation now.Â
âSex. Mostly, I guess. I felt like no one else would ever be able to make me feel that good again.â You look away, feeling ashamed and seen. âGoddamn, I sound so dramatic.â
Jake snorts, laughing at how he should have expected this but the confidence boost is a happy surprise to him.Â
âTo be fair though, Jake, I think I had my feelings and my lust for you mixed up.â You continue. âBut that doesnât change the fact that I still feel both of those things every time I see you, or even think of you.â
âFeelings and lust?â He nods with a smile and wiggling his eyebrows, his eyes glistening in the warm lighting of the restaurant.Â
You nod in confirmation, side eyeing the waitress who walks over to take down your order.Â
Both of you are somehow dissociated outside of each other, thereâs no way youâre not because you donât recall what you ordered, nor what he ordered, and he appears to be feeling much the same. The moment she walks away, heâs continuing.Â
âI was really that good, huh?â A smirk from him, and a nod from you.Â
âWhat about right now then? How do you feel when you look at me?â He follows up, looking down at the table.Â
âBoth of those things.â You dead-pan, squeezing your legs together as you look at him and feel the warmth radiating from even this far away. The confirmation of feelings is enough by itself to have your thoughts in the gutter about him, especially after weeks of wanting him.Â
Especially after having to be in this stupid fucking restaurant in the first place.
He quirks a brow before lowering his voice, his eyes drooping a bit.Â
âDo you have any fucking idea how badly Iâve wanted to get my mouth on you?âÂ
God, there he is. That same bold best friend who originally suggested eating you out in the first place. Not entirely unfounded that he said it, but fuck, your cheeks are searing.Â
âJake, weâre in public.â You warn, knowing damn well that youâve not been able to think of anything else either, but for the sake of the foundation of this relationship, you want to tame yourself a little bit.
âSince we started hanging out, every fucking time.â He continues, ignoring your warning. âI would get so mad when youâd go to your little hook-ups. Sometimes I even wondered if you did it intentionally to piss me off.âÂ
Your cheeks are still hot, but now thereâs a bit of guilt filling you.Â
âYou really had no idea how badly I wanted that to be me?â He continues with his streak of confidence, unintentionally dirty talking to you solely because he, genuinely, cannot deny his attraction or his feelings for you by this point. âEven right now, I want nothing more than to have you to myself.â
You pause, the guilt leaving you in an instant as itâs fully replaced with Jakeâs eagerness to have you in full, finally.Â
âWhyââ You sigh, dropping your head into your hands to hide your face from him. âWhy are we at this restaurant again?âÂ
You feel his hand reach back over to you, removing your hands from your face and dipping down to look at you.Â
âItâs so fucking hard to contain myself right now. I can admit that.â He whispers, blinking at you. âIf you feel satisfied with where we stand, Iâd be more than happy to leave this table now and prove everything to you.â
An instant nod from you, and an instant confirmation from Jake.Â
Youâre both out of the restaurant before a single sip of water, before a single visual inspection of the forgotten food the two of you ordered, and before any doubt could creep in to ruin the electrifying atmosphere you were indulging in with him.Â
For Jake, his self control wavers with each passing moment as you sit next to him in the car. You look so calm as he drives as quickly and safely as possible back to your apartment, shaming himself for ever considering the two of you go in the first place. Still, the outcome is somehow more satisfying. Both of you wanting to leave just so you can truly be alone together? He couldnât ask for a better night.Â
Still, your calmness contrasts the way his insides vibrate the closer he gets to your place, and he wonders how the fuck you manage to do it. If you were to simply glance at him at the right moment, youâd see his entire body melt in the fantasies of what the two of you may be willing to do tonight.Â
Years worth of pining in his head and heart are bubbling up now. Youâre inviting him in, youâre accepting him, youâre wanting him back.Â
What he doesnât know though, is that you are quite literally imagining yourself wrapped in chains to this seat. Why? Because if it werenât for those astral chains, youâd be on top of him in an instant, reassuring him that if thereâs anything in the world youâve wanted within the past few weeks, itâs him. Youâd be apologizing for never taking note of his feelings before, and kissing away all of the moments he wished he could have had with you before, replacing them with very real, firm, hot kisses.Â
Thankfully though, you manage to tame the beast from within and somehow, so does he. Up until you get through your apartment door and the electrifying atmosphere sizzles away in an instant.Â
You expected to have the confidence to, quite literally, jump on him as soon as your door closed. Instead, you find yourself standing in awe at the entryway.Â
Jake, on the other hand, would love nothing more than to have you right this moment, speeding and parking crooked be damned, he will not allow it just yet.Â
âListen,â He reaches out to you, pulling you up and against his chest. âI need to shower before I let myself do anything.âÂ
You breathe a sigh of relief, noting that the awkwardness came from the fact that Jakeâs energy is seeping out of him, lust and worry for possibly not being as clean as heâd like to be for this.Â
It feels strange, actually. You can imagine youâve had many hook-ups with men who wouldnât even consider a shower before inviting you over.Â
âHurry up then, before I decide to call Sungh-âÂ
âDonât you fucking dare make that joke right now,â Jake squeezes you tighter against you, hating himself for constantly bringing up reasons to wait.Â
âIf we are going to like,â He pauses, struggling to say it out of pure nervousness that you might change your mind. âYou know, be exclusive, Sunghoonâs name is forbidden.â
You chuckle against him before shoving him back in a playful way.Â
âDeal. Now, can you fucking hurry?â You roll your eyes playfully, internally a little thankful for the short moments you will have to prepare yourself for this.Â
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Damn this shower for feeling so good. Jake could fall asleep under the warmth if it werenât for the fact that heâs been half-hard this entire time and truly fighting with himself on how to approach this situation.
Itâs kind of awkward, actually. Knowing exactly what the two of you are about to do but having to wait even for fifteen minutes makes it seem like you both have a scheduled hook up and nothing more.Â
Itâs not a hook up though. Jake is finally where heâs always wanted to be with you, in your shower priming his body to go absolutely fucking insane on you. Before, when he ate you out, he really was controlling himself. He wanted to do more with you so bad, and now? GodâŠ
Heâs flushed as he finally makes his way out of the shower, length still stiffening and softening with each thought that passes. He can barely look at himself in the mirror without wanting to laugh at how embarrassing he truly is.Â
Youâd probably laugh too, and heâd love the sound of it.Â
Then, heâs faced with a dilemma.Â
You, on the other hand, find yourself lying quietly in your bedroom after doing your best to fix the mess of yourself for whatever Jake may offer. Waiting for him, and ultimately wondering what the fuck is taking him so long when you finally hear the bathroom door open.
Faintly, you can smell your shampoo and body wash that he used as you hear him make his way to the living room and not find you.Â
Then, you hear him making his way to your room. He doesnât open the door any further than it already was and instead, stands behind it quietly before muttering out.Â
âUm,â He starts, putting his hand on your door and only peeking his head in. âI wasnât sure if there was a point to putting my clothes onââÂ
Fucking pause.
God, he must sound so stupid saying that, especially after looking into your room and seeing you lying against your bed changed into the exact same pajamas you put on the night he initially made a move on you through the guise of friendship.Â
Well, now itâs not even a question and he was right to assume that all he needed to do was wrap a towel around his waist and come to you.Â
You watch his eyes travel your body curiously, a smile forming on his face.
âIf youâre wondering if I put panties on this time too,â You smile, reaching a hand out as if to invite him to open that door and come have at it. âI didnât.â
Thatâs all it takes, really, to have him pushing the door open and not-so-calmly making his way to your bed.Â
Seeing his naked and damp chest is one thing, but smelling your scent all over him is another, especially when the first thing he does is practically envelop you with his body and plant his lips straight on your own.Â
The first real kiss. Despite his lips having been on you before, you melt into it and find yourself forgetting how differently heâs acting now compared to before. He was so confident, so cocky, and now heâs almost docile. Meek.Â
âIâve wanted to do this for so long,â He leans back to whisper, adjusting his body so that heâs more comfortable and leaning down on one arm while the other holds your cheek. âCanât believe you let me eat you out before ever letting me actually kiss you.â
Your face heats up at the comment, making you feel more scandalous than you ever truly tried to be. But heâs not wrong, and you regret making him feel like eating you out was the only way to get to your heart.
Strangely though, it was the way to your heart. Him doing that for you practically threw you into the deep end in search for more, from him, specifically.Â
âCanât believe you decided that you should just eat me out rather than admit your feelings for me.â You counter with a smile, lifting your head to kiss against him again and pretending you canât feel the weight of his length under the loosely knotted towel on his waist.Â
âWell, it worked, didnât it?â He says through the kisses, quickly losing the ability to speak when you lick against his bottom lip and, ultimately, take control of the act.
He wonders what your mouth could do to him. His entire body reacts to the way your tongue flicks and licks against his own, it takes everything in him to try and control himself from pushing too far too soonâ until he realizes that there is no reason to control himself now.Â
Never has making out gotten him this turned on, and itâs not a surprise because itâs you.Â
He half moans, half chuckles into your kiss when he does it, pressing his hips down and against your thigh much like he did previously to the very mattress heâs got you lying against.Â
âThereâs so much I want to do,â He finally admits, pulling back from the kiss and hanging his head to feel how his cock reacts to the flesh of your thigh. âPlease, let me do all of it.âÂ
You sigh, somehow feeling a pang of arousal radiate between your legs despite not yet being touched there. The weight of him on you is enough, and all you can do is nod and await the ways he intends to relieve himself with you.
Hours of head, he could give. Even more hours of burying his cock between those pretty lips and watching you return the favor for him. His confidence grows as your body moves under him, waiting, waiting, waiting for what he will do next.Â
First, he plants another kiss to you, pressing his hips hard against your thigh with a breathy sigh before moving his lips down, against your neck.Â
At the same time, his hands work their way up your loose shirt, cupping one breast in his palm and easily teasing your nipple with his fingers. He works his lips down the center of your clothed chest, down to your stomach, and then up again. His nose nudges your shirt up with each kiss, until his lips replace his fingers and heâs sucking your nipple into his mouth.
Youâve never felt so wanted in your life with the way he appears to be savoring you. Leaving his own pleasure neglected once again, his entire focus is on you. You arch your back up a bit, hands shooting to his head and cradling it there against your breast.Â
He groans when you scratch against the nape of his neck, wiggling your hips under him and chasing the sensation that his mouth manages to send to your clit. He groans again when your nipple remains firm between his lips, and he begins to nibble.Â
And this time, he moans when he manages to trail one of his hands down just to see how much it will take of this to get you wet. He tucks one hand under your shorts, only to find that youâre already dripping, soaking his fingers with a mere single slide up your folds.
âFuck,â He sighs as if itâs a compliment when he pops his mouth off of you, flicking his head up to look at your already dazed eyes. âAlready?âÂ
You glance away, embarrassed by how badly you want the man who was once your best friend, and is nowâŠ.more than that. You can feel his fingers graze and gently play around with the heat your body has already released for him, rolling your eyes back each time he pretends heâs going to offer pressure to your clit.Â
Heâs fucking teasing you, and you know it.
He knows it too, because of fucking course he is. After years of torture, wondering if youâd ever manage to get wet at all with the thought of him, here you are, dripping under him when all heâs done is kiss you and fondle your nipples.Â
Briefly, he remembers how needy your hips were when his tongue was seeping into you. He remembers the taste of each thrust you pressed against his face, and the smell of how badly you needed him at the time.Â
As used as he was by you that night, he wants nothing more now than to pull those same desperate moans from you, to taste the wet inside of you that no man ever managed to release for you.Â
âI feel like Iâm going insane,â He finally breathes out, still toying with your folds and keeping an eye on the way your eyes glare back at him. âI want you so fucking badââ He stutters now, instantly sliding his fingers into you and scooting down on the bed at lightening speed, pressing your loose shorts to the side just to get the taste of you against his lips again.
Your legs instantly shoot over his shoulders, and one of his hands reaches up to hug your thigh against him as his tongue immediately laps at every dip and crease of your cunt. His eyes nearly roll back at being able to experience this again, his fingers holding firm without a single movement just so he can feel your body confirm that you want him just as much.Â
The clench around his fingers are enough, and he licks around them only for a moment before returning his lips to your clit and giving you all heâs got.Â
All he can feel is your legs tightening around his head, nearly lifting your ass up and off of the bed, all he can hear is his own moans vibrating through him each time he hears you react.Â
Arguably, even after that brief moment of teasing from him, feeling his mouth so eager, much like before, sent you straight into a blissed state and made you forget about the restaurant, the shower, the weeks of pining before this. His mouth is so warm, and his vibrating moans sooth your clit through its desperate attempts to beg for more.Â
You canât help the fact that your legs hug his head, or the way your hands shoot down much like before, scratching through his hair before dropping down and spreading yourself open with two fingers solely to expose your clit in full to the assault of his tongue heâs giving you.Â
He missed you so much, he missed this so much. Never again will he leave you wondering, from this point forward, you should be well aware that if you so much as pushed him to his knees and lifted a leg over his shoulder, heâd be eating like a fucking king.Â
Still, even with his immense love for kissing your pussy until your legs shake, thereâs more to be experienced here than just this. His pace slows with the reality of that, and only now does he move his fingers with intent, and he pulls back to see how youâre spreading yourself for him, even as your legs fall from his shoulders.
âFuck.â He rasps, lips glistening with a mixture of his own saliva and your slick.Â
You lend him a drunken smile, nodding slowly as you focus in on the way his fingers scissor you open. Within a blink though, his face is right there hovering above you, staring intently at the way you react to his fingers.Â
âYou look so good right now, you know that?â He compliments, leaning down again to plant a kiss against you, only pumping his fingers in faster when your kiss appears to be more hungry than his own. âGod, I can feel you squeeze my fingersââÂ
And itâs true, heâs seeing stars solely because he can feel the clench of your pussy walls pushing his two fingers together, almost pushing against his attempts to scissor you open and curl them into the spot inside he knows you have. He can only imagine how good that would feel if he were toâŠ
His eyes squeeze shut in a drawn out moan at the thought, his own kiss growing more hungry as he releases the towel from his waist and quickens the pace of his fingers inside of you.Â
You can feel him press his cock against you, and the weight of it only becomes heavier when his fingers pause inside of you just so he can slip them out and use those same slick-coated digits to hold his length down and against you before he slides it between your lips. Now coating himself in the same wet sensation.Â
You listen closely to his moan, knowing that he seems fond of neglecting his own pleasure to the point of doing near-embarrassing things to get it back when he needs it the most. Itâs strangled, almost. You can hear him swallow around it when he slides up harshly, bumping your clit and causing your shorts to stretch against the crease of your thigh.Â
He seems soâŠdesperate. Yet, he can have anything he wants.Â
âKeep it spread openââ He mutters when he feels you try to remove the hand that had been holding your pussy out on display for him. âI want to feel all of it.â
God, youâve never heard him say something so sexy. Easily you do as he says, now using both hands to hold either side of your pussy open for him, and feeling the underside of his length slide against your hole.Â
You let out a pleased sigh, despite your shorts becoming a nuisance at this point. Itâs easy to forget youâre still wearing them though, because they only become drenched more and more as the moments pass with Jake.
You can genuinely just assume that his cock must be aching as he does this, leaking all over you. Thatâs something you donât mind at all, because the stimulation is far beyond what you could ever ask for.Â
âJakeââ You try to speak, only to be cut off by his hand sliding under your head and his lips attaching yet again to you.
There, you canât help it when you remove your hands and shoot them up to his face. Holding him there, feeling the way his jaw moves when he licks into your mouth in a desperate attempt to get as much of you as he can in this moment.Â
His hips fuck forward much like they did into his palm all those weeks ago, and the anticipation of if or when he finally plunges it into you drives you to kiss him just as hard as he does you.
There is nothing but the sound of kissing in the room save for muffled moans from both of you, entirely tangled up together as he does nothing more than grind himself against you. His hand cradling your head and the other still pressing his length down and against you as close as he can manage. Yours, cupping his cheeks as he kisses you, up until you run one hand down to take over for him.
In that moment, with his free and now shaking hand, he pulls back entirely and just looks at you.
Heâs out of it, entirely gone from this world as he stares down with his hair drying by the minute from that shower, messy as all hell with darkened hooded eyes. He continues to stare, each thrust against you becoming pointed to the extent that it almost feels like heâs already fucked you for hours.Â
And then, you feel it. The weight lifting, your shorts being stretched until theyâre sliding down your thighs and off of you, and then the warmth as he adjusts his hips just barely enough to line up with your quivering hole, practically begging for him to stretch you out for the first time.Â
His eyes falter only for a moment when he realizes that this is a moment he will never forget. The way you look up at him with glassy and needy eyes, out of breath, seemingly loving him as much as heâs always loved you.Â
âYeah?â He whispers, not breaking eye contact even for a moment.Â
âPlease.â You mutter out, not fully intending for it to sound so broken.
And as broken as your voice was in that instance, he grows much weaker by it. Dropping his head with a deep sigh, a smile, and then a chuckle.
âYou really, really, canât look at me like that and expect me to be gentleâŠâ He pauses to look at you again. âFor your sake, please tell me to slow down.â
You can barely comprehend a word heâs saying when you can feel the head of his cock teasing where you need it the most.Â
âPlease.â You rasp out again, wrapping your legs around his waist and forcing his body forward, ultimately sliding the tip of his length into you yourself.Â
âOh, fuckââ He chokes out before sucking in a breath and letting out a moan at the feeling. His body jerks at the sensation, the sound of your voice, the way you pulse around him. âFuck, so good.â He continues to mutter, controlling himself for only a few seconds longer just to see if you have the ability to understand that he truly and honestly will not have the ability to go easy on you at this point.Â
âDeeper.â You plead, squeezing your legs tighter around him, uncaring of his attempt to control the situation.Â
Thatâs all it takes. Your broken voice already had him shaking, and now heâs giving up any and all control that he could have possibly hoped to have.Â
Right there, with your legs hugging his waist, your hands gripping the pillow behind your head, and his hands finding purchase on either side of your shoulders, he sinks himself into you as deep as he can go and feels as if the life is being choked out of him over how fucking good it feels.Â
He throws his head back in an erotic and attractive moan of relief, allowing you a glimpse at the expanse of his stretched neck, naked of any marked territory. Still, your vision goes white when the stretch hits you.
So big, so strong on top of you. You can imagine he really could fuck you hard, you hope he doesnât go gentle on you at all, actually
âShit, please,â You moan brokenly again, releasing your pillow and gripping his forearms. âJake, godââ You have no words to describe how good he feels inside of you, you couldnât begin to fathom trying to explain to him how perfect he is.Â
It feels deep, deeper than you ever could have imagined. His length alone should have been enough to tell you that, but you hadnât yet factored in the girth of it. So heavy inside of you, touching each soft and sensitive surface your pussy has to offer.Â
Your body jolts in adjustment, knocking the breath out of you despite him not moving just yet.Â
âShhââ He soothes, not at all actually wanting to hush your cries for him. In fact, heâs simply saying it because he could quite literally release at any moment if you continue to speak and clench him like this. And when he finally looks down at you, he canât fucking help it.
His hips move at their own volition, and he was right in believing there is no gentle fuck to be had here. He slides out only slightly, with the intent to fuck you as full of him as he can. He wants to stay deep, because you asked, and he wants to keep you feeling stretched around him because he can truly never get over the way you look and sound right now.Â
You shake at the feeling of him pressing impossibly deeper into you, keeping his hips flush against you before snapping his hips back more now. A slightly empty feeling inside of you being filled once again within a second.Â
His moans sound beautiful, he feels beautiful, and all you can do is stare up at him with watery eyes and a slack jaw, wondering why it took him so long to do this with you.
Wondering why it took you so long to want it at all, when now, you think you could never feel this good with another person again.Â
His arms flex in your grasp with each thrust, and his eyes land on each visible part of your body before he weakens his stance and lowers himself to you, hips still fucking you open at a pace thatâs only becoming more and more rapid, more and more fucking blinding.Â
âYeah, yeahââ Jake suddenly chimes with out of breath words, kissing you before you can comprehend or respond to those words. âNo one has ever reacted like this for meââ He continues, pointing his thrusts harder into you. âFeels so good, so tight around me.â He chokes up at the last few words, stuttering his and picking up a different pace.
This time, those harsh thrusts pull back further, emptying you before slowly pressing into you again.Â
âI want you to remember how this feels,â He continues, seemingly rambling against your lips with each slow thrust. âNo one will ever fuck you like I will.âÂ
Your hooded eyes shoot open with arousal at his confident boasting. Those words feel so final, as if it isnât even a rule, but a logical fact that only the two of you could ever find to be true.Â
You canât even manage a response, and instead moan before tucking your lips up and against his neck, using one hand to grip his hair and skew his head.Â
That once naked and markless neck is no more. He is yours, and youâre lucky enough now to know that this is exactly how he wants you to feel.Â
âAhh, you like that?â He questions your reaction to his words, feeling your hips make attempts to meet him halfway with each thrust. âYou like when I talk?â He continues to urge your sucking lips to speak out to him, to answer him, to boost his ego just a bit more.Â
âSo much,â You nearly whimper against his neck, moving your lips to another spot. âLove when youâre confident like thisââ
Heâs in heaven hearing those words. As if itâs a confirmation that he wasnât just talking dirty. You both truly take those words and will fuck by them from this point forward. He truly doesnât want anyone else, and hopefully, youâd never give another person the chance to make an attempt to fuck you the way he does.Â
And then the room falls silent again, as if Jake is focused on reminding you with each passing second that heâs never been more sure or right of something in his life. Despite you already believing him, the way his cock pulses inside of you is enough of a reminder even if he had never said it in the first place.Â
His pace quickens again, and then slows, and then stutters. Only to fall back into a good rhythm before his entire body starts to shake through the act.Â
You wonder if this is it. Is this how his body reacts when heâs about to cum? Is this what his face looks like? Is this what his eyes do? Did his arms strain like this the first time? Did his moans come out as choked and desperate?Â
None of that matters, because as quickly as it started, he buries himself into you again and stays in that one spot, shaking and timidly looking down at you.Â
âDonât move, please, donât move.â He practically begs, losing himself to the way your hips chase the feeling of constant stimulation. âStop moving.â He pleads again, pulling his chest from you and sitting up on his knees, keeping his cock in place deep within you.Â
You watch him, unable to keep your hips still, and he watches youâ trying to keep his orgasm under control before seeing your fingers trail down your stomach and to your clit.
There, he loses himself, watching you rub the soft spot just above where his cock stuffs you full.Â
âI canât,â He chokes out, snapping his hips back and allowing himself to get lost in the feeling. âFuck, I really canât.â He continues to mutter out, pressing his strings of cum ever deeper inside of you as he feels every muscle in his body tense.Â
It feels so sensitive, but he canât stop moving, feeling his cum fill you up to the point itâs surely being pressed out of you by his desperate length wanting nothing more than to stay inside of you.
You moan through it with him, encouraging him to lose himself inside of you, and heâs so beautiful when he does it. The fact that he does it at all has your body tensing on its own. Teetering on the edge of your own orgasm with the way your fingers almost aggressively chase after the feeling he appears to still be releasing inside of you.
And then, emptiness. You are left empty and dripping, fingers still chasing your release beforeâ
âWhat the fuââ You moan, squeezing your eyes shut at the feeling of his tongue instantly back on you. As if heâs looping back to the beginning of it all, uncaring of tasting himself solely because through it all, he can still taste you. âJake, Fuckâyes, right there.â You continue to groan when he replaces his tongue against your hole with his fingers, fucking into you as quickly as he can before nudging your fingers away and taking over the chase of your orgasm.Â
Youâre entirely amazed by how eager he is to pull it from you, and that alone is enough. The desperate ways in which he decided to pleasure you right in this moment, itâs enough.
Your hands instantly reach for his hair, gripping so tightly that you can hear the pained sound he lets out at the sheer force behind it. You very nearly rub his nose in the mess heâs made of you out of the sheer arousal you feel through your orgasm.Â
Youâre seeing white, feeling his fingers expertly work you open and somehow donât feel disappointed at all that you didnât get there before he pulled out of you. You can still feel him dripping out, fingers squelching and sliding through the mixture of both orgasms inside of you. And his tongue, good lord his fucking tongue, licking up every bit and eagerly flicking your clit at a pace much faster than he offered before.
And now, you find your legs nearly kicking him across the room. As soon as the orgasm subsides, your body goes into overdrive with the overwhelming sensitivity between your legs and all he can do is laugh at the way you practically do kick him.
Right off the bed, actually, he tumbles.Â
You lay there, staring into space as you attempt to bring yourself back to reality when you see his messy hair and glistening eyes peek from the edge of your bed at you. His shoulders huffing with each deep breath he takes.Â
âJesus fucking christ.â You manage to gasp out, spread eagle and almost completely naked on your bed save for the forgotten shirt thatâs still pushed up to your collarbone.Â
He makes his way back up to you, pressing your legs together, lowering your shirt, and planting his heavy dead-weight right on top of you.Â
A solid ten minutes pass as the two of you lay there in the mess youâve both created. Heavy breaths turn to easy, balanced breaths together. You can barely hold your eyes open when he finally rolls off of you and right up against your side.Â
âCan I ask you something?â He mutters, throat dry and stomach growling embarrassingly loud.Â
âHm?â You hum out, entirely ready to just sleep in the mess.
âAre you always like that?â He questions, a little hint of doubt breaking his confidence. âLike, did Sunghoon see you act like that too?âÂ
You crack your eyes open and instantly turn to face him.Â
âYouâre insane if you think Sunghoon is that good. Iâve never used the word âpleaseâ in my life.â
Jake glances away, thinking to himself and letting those words sink in.
âWell,â He starts, pausing and feeling that little pit in his stomach return. âThatâs a lie because Iâve heard you use your manners at least twice in the years Iâve known you.âÂ
You smile, loving that the two of you can still be somewhat catty and playful even after the fact that you just realized how insanely in love with him you are.Â
âJake, no one has ever made me act like this in bed.â You try to reassure him. âI donât think anyone else could, besides you.â
He smiles with a nod, running his hands down your body before pausing at the half dried cum that managed to make its way up to your stomach. And then? He groans.Â
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Itâs insane really, that all it took for you to fall in love with the person you think you were always meant to love was him admitting it. Even more insane that he decided to take the route that involved faux playful head, with no feelings attached despite his feelings being deeply fucking attached.Â
Still, the route taken to get to this point, he thinks, is fitting for the two of you. Especially now that he can look at Sunghoon without wanting to strangle him, and he can look at you knowing youâd very much invite him to strangle you, you know, considering the fact that youâre now trying to explore every sexual realm in the fucking universe with him.
Even with the desperate need to have you under him any chance he gets, and the fucking, and the arousal, none of it shines brighter than the small intimate moments he has with you that arenât weighed down by pining or lust.Â
As playful as the two of you are together, there is so much love here. So much love to still be discovered too, and he canât help but feel excited by it.Â
Romance isnât dead, despite how the two of you tried to fucking butcher it.Â
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Do You Like It Here?
Joel Miller x afab!Reader || W/C: 2k
Summary: Joel contemplates shaving his beard. You are absolutely against that idea, and he makes you explain why.
Content/Warnings: Pics above are for aesthetic purposes only. Neutral descriptions of an AFAB reader (âyour topâ, âyour shortsâ, âyour breastâ, etc.). No use of ây/nâ. Joel can carry you but there are no other descriptions of reader. Implied age gap if you squint. Joel being big and burly. SMUT 18+ MDNI. Joel being a menace. Hints of body worship. Dirty talk. Reader liking facial hair for dirty reasonsđ€·đ». Joel on his knees for youâŠ. âšBathroom counterâš Cunnilingus. Tongue fucking. Face grinding. Hair pulling (m receiving). Joelâs fucking nose deserves a warningđ”âđ« Allusions to further sexual activity. As always, let me know if Iâve missed anything!
A/N: Can we tell how much I think about Joel eating pussy?đ My sweet sweet Roman Empire. Enjoy. :-)
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âShould I shave it off?âÂ
You choke on your own spit, eyebrows hitting the ceiling. âWhat?â
âMy beard. All this scruff. Should I shave it?â Joel asks you, his thumb and forefinger rubbing against his jaw, his eyes surfing his jawline in the mirror much too critically for your liking.Â
âDo you want to?â You reply back, curious to understand what is going on in that chaotic mind of his.Â
âNo? Yeah? I mean,â he breathes. âI dunno. A lotta white is startinâ to come through, ân I feel like it makes me look⊠raggedy.âÂ
You frown. âBaby,â you say softly.Â
You woke up before Joel, last nightâs activities knocking him out cold right after you two cleaned each other up. Unfortunately for you, no matter how hard you fell into your slumber, your body always woke you no later than 7am. It was a blessing and a curse. You decided a shower was in order.Â
As soon as you finished and got dressed, your burly, grumpy and sleepy baby of a man stumbled into the bathroom. Wanting his presence always, you hopped up on the bathroom counter, your legs hanging off the edge, and stayed with him as he continued his morning routine. It was after he brushed his teeth and washed his face that he posed his question to you.Â
You place your hand on his jaw and pull him closer so heâs standing in between your legs. The light press of your fingertips never leave his face. âYou donât look raggedy,â you scold. âYou look⊠well, you look fuckinâ sexy, for one. I love this look on you,â you admit, a little sheepish. Your eyes scan his facial hair once more before you glance at his eyes, then to his lips. Your finger traces his bottom lip. âSo fuckinâ sexy,â you mutter, emphasizing your claim.
You donât have to look into his eyes to know his demeanor shifted. You can feel the way his gaze darkened. He pulls himself closer to you, his knees knocking the cabinets. His hand starts on your knee, dragging it up your thigh and up your side until it settles on your jaw, his fingers grasping your chin to make you meet his eye. âOh, is that so, darlinâ?â
You gulp, your head softly nodding at his words; unable to speak as your eyes gloss over. âWhat else dâya love about it, darlinâ?â He pushes, his fingers tightening on your chinâwords, heâs telling you.Â
You can feel every part of your body heat up. âItâŠitâŠâ you stutter. His eyebrow flicks up with a faintness only youâd catch. You clear your throat in hopes it makes you speak up. âYou- youâre already so big ân broad, ân this⊠the scruff⊠it just adds to- to you,â you tell him shakily, your brain starting to flood with just how much you love his facial hair. âP-plus, it- oh my god,â you whine, unable to stop the spew of shit thatâs about to fly out of your mouth. âIt feels so good when it rubs against my thighs ân my-â you gasp. You donât remember when it got there, but his other hand is gripping your thigh, his strength tightening at the last words that fell from your lips.
Slow, tantalizingly slow, he leans in. He places a lengthy kiss to your lips; your eagerness gets the best of you as you try and deepen it, but heâs already breaking awayâmoving down. His lips grace your jaw, your neckâmore open-mouthed and needy these ones are, and he pauses. âYa like how it feels here?â He says against your neck. Then heâs moving lower.Â
He peppers kisses along your shoulder and the exposed parts of your chest your top shows. He licks and sucks at a particular sweet spot atop your breast. A breathy little moan escapes you, your arms falling limp to your sidesâand out of his way. He pauses his kiss to breathe you in. Lavender. Vanilla. The shower you just finished still clinging deliciously to your skin. âYa like it here, too, donâtcha?â He places one more kiss on the mark he just gave you, not giving you a moment to respond.Â
Then. Heâs falling to his knees. Today was supposed to be a lazy day for you two, so you settled on solely a pair of sleep shorts. Nothing more. His hands settle themselves underneath your thighs, scooting you as close to the edge as possible without making you off balance. Heâs so tall that on his knees, his nose is belly button level with you.Â
He pushes your thighs open. Starting at your knee, he places a swift kiss there. The higher he goes, the wetter and slower they become. A drop of sweat beads down your neck. His hands make their way to your sides, fingers dancing along the waistband. He meets your eyes for a silent confirmation. Planting your hands behind you for stability, you lift your hips for him, a whimpered please leaves your mouth.Â
He pulls your shorts off slowlyâthe wetness staining the center of your shorts peels off of you, the cold air interacting with your slick sends a shiver down your spine. Joel lets your shorts fall to the floor beside him, his eyes darting to your glistening sex. âFuckinâ wet,â he growls. âAll worked up from my white beard? My old age?â
ââS not what I meant,â you sputter, the kiss he places to your mound throwing you off-kilter. His hands grab onto your waist and heâs angling your hips forward, giving himself a full view of you. He does it againâkisses your sexâbut this time, he puts his whole face into you as he uses his tongue to aid him, his scruff tickling all around, on your thighs, your clit. Your hips buck into his face at the sensation, a louder moan reverberating against the bathroom walls.Â
âOh,â Joel smirks. âRight there, huh. Ya like the way it feels right there? Right there on that sweet, perfect fuckinâ cunt, huh? Drives you mad? Wild?â He teases.Â
You lament at his words, conflicted between which you want moreâhearing his mouth or feeling his mouth? You're pulled from your internal battle when you feel yourself become impossibly wetter: a glob of warm spit lands right where you need him most. Fuck, fuck, fuck, yeah okay, you want to feel him.Â
One hand behind you leaves from its place and reaches for his curls in an attempt to pull him into you. âJoel, baby, please,â you cry.Â
His head doesnât budge no matter how strong you are. âNuh uh,â he tuts. âTell me what I wanna hear,â he tells you. âTell me what I wanna hear first, and then Iâll give it tâya exactly, baby. Just be the good girl I know yâare fâme.â
âF-fuck. Fuck. Please, Joel, please-â you say impatiently. âI love the way it feels when I grind my fuckinâ pussy all over your face, baby, I love how it feels when it starts to burn against my thigh, the way it nudges and scrapes every part of me- it makes me feel like Iâm on fuckinâ fire, baby, please,â you rasp.
âAtta girl, darlinâ,â he coos, licking his lips before his hands pull you flush against his face, his tongue flying straight to your seam, licking a messy path that sends your slick and his spit everywhere. Instantly your head flies back, your hand curls into the roots of his hair once more as you moan and squirm against his grasp.Â
Joel loves spending his time down there, but regardless of the fact, youâll never get used to how fucking good he makes you feel. Joel is ruthless when it comes to eating you outâalways making you see stars even in the light of day.Â
âF-fuck, j-just like that, baby,â you pant, your one arm keeping you up threatening to lose balance at the greedy touch of his skillful tongue. He drags his muscle from your entrance and up to your clit, running circles and figure eights on it for a moment before he latches onto youâhis lips completely wrapped as he suckles and continues to flick where youâre most sensitive. His dominant hand leaves your hip and he drags his fingers to your opening, his middle finger sliding in with easeâthe sensation sending you to the edge of something white, hot, and all-consuming.Â
âIâm- Iâm gonna cum, Joel, shit, Iâm gonna cum-â you squeak, your entire body feeling flushed at his actions.Â
He pulls his finger out of you, his hand finding its rightful place perched against your hip as he pulls you impossibly closer once again, your ass nearly hanging off the bathroom counter, his grip the only thing keeping you up. Your arm loses its strength and you fall limp, your head thumping against the bathroom mirror, completely at the disposal of your man as he ravishes your sobbing pussy.
He lifts off your clit momentarily. âGive it tâme, sweet girl,â he tells you in a frenzy. His mouth is on you again, his tongue going straight to your holeâhis tongue pushes inside of you as much as he can, his face pulled tightly against you. He begins moving, advancing his tongue in and out as you mindlessly begin grinding against face. With every upward push of your hip, his nose nudges at your clit and the pure ecstasy that washes through you is evident in the way youâre practically mewling above him, your obscene moans and gasps enough to make Joelâs hips thrust into nothing on their own accord in an attempt to seek some kind of relief.Â
More arousal pours from you, and Joel is quick to drink it up. You can feel the way his tongue flexes as he gulps, and fuck, that is what sends you reeling. You yank onto his hair tighter, driving your hips into his face at a ravenous paceâpractically fucking his faceâand then it hits you. Eyes rolling to the back of your head as your back arches in this awkward angle, your orgasm hits you hard. Itâs without warning, heart-pounding, toe-curling, addicting, and everything Joel.Â
Your lips are babbling nothing coherent, the occasional drop of his name escaping your mouth as he continues to fuck you through your high. Heâs moving much slower now, much more preciseâas if heâs doing this solely for his benefit now, not yours. Which, you donât mind. Even as you start to slip into overstimulating territory, you donât want him to stop.Â
Youâd lay at his mercy for him to use you in any way he pleases if it meant you got to experience what it means to be loved by a man like Joel. With him, itâs all or noneânone of that half in, half out bullshit. No, when Joel loves, he loves hard, and itâs evident in everything he does for you. Especially when it comes to your pleasure.Â
A particular lick to your clit causes you to yelp out in a pleasurable pain, so Joel finally rises again, kissing your spent cunt one last time before he pulls you up, rubbing up and down your spine to ease the uncomfortable position you were in.Â
âYou okay?â Joel asks, slight concern and slight amusement on his features as he looks at your face. Pure bliss and contentment fills your features; he can still see the fog clearing from your head.Â
âYeah,â you mutter softly, a lazy grin plastered on your cheeks as you look up at his shiny face. Weakly, you bring your arms up and wrap them around his neck, pulling him in to kiss you. He takes the hint, and he bends down, letting your lips meet in a soft yet enthusiastic embrace. You love the way you taste, especially when it comes from his mouth.Â
Pulling away breathless, both your and Joelâs eyes are aflame again.Â
âDonât shave, baby.â
âI wonât, darlinâ.âÂ
You kiss him once more before he wraps your legs around his waist and carries you back to bed.Â
You were wrong. Itâs going to be a busy day after all.
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âStop squirming around, would you?â Stiles huffs in frustration from behind you.
He's been like this for an hour, sitting between your spread legs, long fingers groping and rubbing and kneading at the doughy flesh of your backside. It had started out innocent enough, his restless hands gravitating to your ass while you'd been sprawled on your belly getting some reading done for one of your courses, but he'd gotten increasingly more distracting as time went on.
His hands had eventually slipped beneath the revealing cut of your sleep shorts to touch bare skin, calloused fingers dragging over soft flesh and the thin cotton of your underwear. Rather than simply sitting criss-cross between your thighs, he's upgraded to laying on his stomach, one arm curled beneath your leg so he can prop his chin on one of your thighs while his fingers continue to squeeze and massage.
He was right, you had begun to squirm. It was getting incredibly difficult to ignore the heat that his attention was causing to pool between your thighs.
âSince when are you an ass man, anyway?â You question as you finally give up on reading all together, trying and failing to peek over your shoulder to get a good look at him, âYou've always been more of a boob guy.â
âI resent that,â Stiles is quick to defend, the pad of his thumb tracing the crease where your ass meets your thigh, âI like your ass just as much as I love your tits.â
You can't quite hold back a scoff at the blatant dishonesty and he's quick to correct himself.
â-alright, maybe I favor your tits a little, but- Oh my god, will you sit still?â Stiles snaps in mild irritation when your thighs try to clench instinctively but are unable to do so given the person currently wedged between them.
âWhat are you even doing back there?â You ask, voice thankfully only sounding a little affected, âYou know, aside from admiring my ass and groping me.â
Your hips shift a little against the mattress and you know just by the brief moment of silence before his response comes that Stiles has noticed.
âWhy?â He seemingly perks up in interest, voice pitching in a self-satisfied little drawl. His thumb dips between your thighs while he tightens his palm around you again and the digit comes achingly close to brushing against the wet patch you know has formed in the crotch of your panties, â's'it workin' you up?ââ He questions eagerly.
âYes.â You huff and squirm again, but there's a sharp sting on the meat of your ass, a hard pinch that makes you yelp in surprise and pain, âDid- Did you just bite me?â You ask in breathless incredulity.
Another painful pinch to your skin is the only response you receive. Stiles gives the flesh a hard suck before releasing it from his mouth and this time you're pushing up with one hand when you look over your shoulder, eyes roaming over his mischievous little grin, his full pink lips, the way that his fingers have tugged the fabric of your shorts up over the curve of your asscheek to display the evidence left behind.
âJesus christ. Stiles! Look at what you did, what the hell-â
He looks annoyingly smug as his thumb drags over the place where his teeth have carved little indents into your skin, one of them already threatening to darken into a bruise where he'd sucked a hickey into the flesh.
âI dunno, I think it looks pretty fuckin' good.â He grins, exuding cool nonchalance right up until you catch the way that his hips roll down against the mattress to provide a little relief to his stiff cock.
âIf you wanted to work me up, you could've just left a few marks on my thighs and gone down on me,â You flip your textbook closed with a huff, âY'know, if you wanna get a little territorial or whatever. 's fine, it's hot, but there are much better ways to mark me up-â
His hand comes down on your ass in a light slap and you give him a half-hearted grumble about that not being what you meant, but he's already putting more pressure on his hand as he pushes up, and then his weight is gone completely.
âSorry, sorry, I didnât actually mean that one-â He apologizes as he tumbles from the bed in a mess of long limbs.
âWhat-â You start to roll onto your side to watch him, but the shout he sends over his shoulder as he digs through a drawer at his desk has you freezing.
âDon't move! Alright? I mean it!â
You settle back onto your stomach dutifully, propped up on your elbows as your gaze leaves his frantic search to re-open your textbook with a sigh, âWhat are you doing now? What're you even looking for?â
âYou'll see. Now, quiet.â
His admonishment meets your ears sounding oddly garbled, like he's trying to speak around something in his mouth, and you make to turn toward him in curiosity, but he's already climbing back in between your thighs and giving your right asscheek a light slap in reprimand for moving. He tugs your shorts and underwear down your legs in one go and you can't help but crane your neck now, but the moment your torso twists to get a better look, he firmly pushes your hips back down onto the mattress, a wide palm spreading out over your skin to hold you in place.
Your heart pounds in excited anticipation at the feeling of your lower half being exposed while he's still fully clothed. Again, you try to clench your thighs together for just the little bit of friction the action normally provides, but there's not much relief with the way Stiles has you spread around him.
Something soft and cool meets your recently exposed skin, the texture difficult to place as it drags smoothly across the roundness of your backside.
âWhat's that?â You question, fighting the urge to wriggle in response to the peculiar feeling.
âMarker.â Stiles says easily, his voice taking on that edge it gets when he's focusing hard on something.
A soft snort of amusement leaves you as your palms fall to brace on the glossy pages of your textbook, âYou're drawing on my ass?â
âNot.. Exactly..â He mumbles distractedly.
Another huff falls from your lips as the cap of the marker gives the telltale little click that indicates he's finished with his mysterious artwork, âSti, seriously-â
A quiet groan cuts you off, the sound of it familiar and wholly erotic as it rumbles up his throat.
âChrist.. Fuckin' look at you..â Stiles groans, the pads of his fingers tracing over the ink on your skin.
You nearly shiver, goosebumps threatening to pebble along your skin in response to the gentle brush of his fingers across your ass. You make to ask him a question â to please just touch you where you want him, to tell you what he's drawn on your skin, to let you turn around so you can climb into his lap and devour him â but he's speaking again before you can form more than the garbled beginning of an âum-â.
âGod, it is insane how hot that is,â Stiles grumbles as he dips down and his mouth finds the meat of your asscheek again, biting down softly this time and giving a small suck to the skin that has you nearly writhing, your fingernails scraping across the glossy pages of your textbook. His lips release you with a pop and his thumbs find the crease of your backside, spreading you and giving another little groan at the sight of your cunt shining with arousal. âShit, I really was working you up, huh, baby? So fuckin' wet right now.â
âYou've been groping me for the past thirty minutes,â Your assessment comes out a little breathless, an embarrassingly weak sounding thing, âWhat were you expec- ohh.. Ho-oh my-â
You're interrupted when he sinks a finger inside of you without preamble, pumping only twice before another joins the first and stretches you a little harder. It's an all-too easy glide, two of his long fingers pumping within your walls in smooth strokes with the aid of just how wet you truly are.
âWell shit, I'm sorry, babe,â Stiles says, genuine apology in his words that are dripping in an aroused sort of surprise, âDidn't mean to leave you hanging, and on our anniversary no less. If I'd known you were wound this tight I would've fucked you twenty minutes ago.â
The innocence in how he says it contrasts sharply with the actual filth spilling from his mouth and it has you reeling a bit, your ass pitching up and spine arching just a little to better the angle of his hand. You're so focused on the drag of his knuckles against your sensitive walls that you almost miss what he'd said beforehand.
âWh-ah.. Wha'd you say?â You gasp, âOur annivers-uh!- 'versary?â
There's a sharp smack as he slaps the unmarked cheek of your rear, his lips pressing a quick kiss to soothe the warmed flesh before speaking, âCannot believe you don't know that today marks six months since we started doing this-â
This, of course referring to the addictive situationship you've both found yourself in behind closed doors, in secret from the pack consisting of your friends and family, behind your brother's back.
â-You're gonna hurt my feelings, sweetheart, honestly.â
âDidn't.. Didn't realize.â You pant, a keening exclamation of âoh my godâ slipping past your lips when you feel Stiles push a third finger into your entrance, the stretch sending your eyes rolling back and your mouth dropping open with a keening whine.
âAnd to think,â Stiles starts slowly, his voice rumbling with clear arousal in his throat. There's a lewd squelch as his fingers drive in and out of your soaking cunt, a breathy moan punched out of your lungs when his fingers curl to reach that spot that makes your brain turn to mush. âTo think I was gonna be so good t'you later. Was gonna let my girl ride my face for as long as she wanted, longer than she wanted probably, if we're bein' realistic-â
âFuck..â His words have you moaning high and wrecked and unashamed. Stiles twists his fingers as he pulls them out and then thrusts back in, wide knuckles pulling a keening whine from you. âPlease, fuck, Sti-â
âWhat's wrong baby? My fingers aren't good enough for you?â His voice is dripping with that teasing lilt that makes you weak in the knees. Right now, it makes you lift your hips from the mattress just a little bit more.
âSo unfair-â You gasp.
âUnfair?â Stiles repeats in a slow drawl, âBaby, no offense but I'm the one rockin' a painfully neglected hard on right now,â His fingers push in to the third knuckle, his hand driving in so deep that it has a pleasurable ache building between your thighs. âMeanwhile, you've got three fingers stretching you out. Seems like you got it pretty good, to me. What more could you want, huh?â
His fingers are heaven, and he knows exactly how to use them, knows exactly where to aim and how hard and fast you like it, but you still need more. He's not touching you enough. His fingers in your cunt and his weight between your thighs isn't nearly enough to satisfy the need building up and twisting tight in your belly. You want his weight to crush you into the mattress, need his cock to give you that extra stretch that his fingers can't, need his sweat on your skin and his hands on your breasts-
âPlease,â You whimper again, âBabe, please, c'mon, need you inside me.â
You probably should've been expecting the easy snark that spills from his mouth in response.
âI am inside you.â He replies all too smartly, repeatedly rubbing that tender spot on your inner wall until tears actually prickle at your eyes, a sharp sort of pleasure burning in your gut.
âStiles.â You demand desperately.
Your pleading seems to finally break his resolve and his mouth finds the heated skin on the back of your thigh. He places a small kiss to the curve of your ass, then the dimples at the base of your spine. His lips make a slow trail up, small kisses left behind on his journey to the curve of your neck. Stiles pulls your hair to the side and leans in to taste your exposed skin, his fingers finally slipping from your cunt so that he can pull you up onto your knees, your back falling against his chest as you both sit up.
âWha'd'you need, babe, huh?â Stiles murmurs the question over the shell of your ear, his warm breath sending a shiver down your spine as it fans out over your overheated skin, âYou know I'll give you whatever you want.â
He holds you to his chest with one arm locked around your waist. His right hand leaves a scorching trail across your tummy on its way to your cunt, fingers dipping between your dripping folds and collecting a bit of your arousal before moving back up to circle your sensitive clit. The glide of his fingers is slick and intoxicating, a breathy gasp leaving your lips as your head falls back onto his shoulder.
âThis all you wanted?â Stiles asks, voice a whisper against your skin, âJust wanted me to play with your clit? Is that all?â
You shake your head, brows furrowing and hips bucking into his touch.
âNo?â He questions, lips finding the spot just behind your ear, âWhat'd'you need then, babe? You gotta tell me.â
One of your hands reaches back to grab the back of his thigh, fingers coming into contact with the soft material of his lounge pants as you tug his hips to yours. You can feel the length of his erection pressing into you through the thin layers of his clothing, his cock warm and stiff where it presses into the curve of your ass.
âNeed.. Need you t'fuck me,â You pant, his fingers already so close to pulling an orgasm from you as he continues to play with your clit, âGod, please, Stiles. I want you inside, please, please-â
âHow 'bout you come for me and then I'll let you have it, huh?â He murmurs against your skin, his hips bucking forward into yours in a teasing thrust as the euphoric heat beneath your skin spreads further. âYou're close, aren't you?â
A pathetic whimpered excuse of a âyesâ slips past your parted lips, your free hand reaching back as well to grab ahold of the back of his neck. Your grip is tight as your climax begins to crest, fingernails digging into the top of his spine as a wanton moan is forced from your throat.
âJust gimme one now and I promise I'll fuck another one outta you, okay? Come on-â
You come so hard that your legs give out, the arm Stiles still has curled around your waist forced to tighten to keep you against his chest, his bicep bulging as he supports your weight through the throes of your orgasm. His fingers slow against your clit as you come down before stopping all together, his slick hand sliding up to rub soft along your tummy as you pant in exertion.
He gives you a moment to recover, but you're still breathing heavily by the time he presses a kiss to your cheek and urges you down on all fours. You assume the position easily, resting on your elbows with your sweaty forehead stuck against the pages of the textbook still spread out on the bed. Stiles strips down as your heart rate struggles to slow, the mattress moving under his weight a few times before the warmth of his body settles behind you again.
âYou good, baby?â He checks softly, one wide palm running up the length of your spine to rub at your shoulder.
â'm good, 'm good, just hurry up.â You plead, arching your back when his hand trails back down. His thumb and forefinger pinch your backside, an effective reminder of the ink he'd stained your skin with, âNever told me what you drew on my ass.â You laugh quietly, wiggling your hips in the hopes of enticing him into picking up the pace of things.
âOh,â Stiles chuckles, thumbnail dragging over the ink as he grabs ahold of his cock and guides the head through your slick folds, âWrote my name.â
Your responding laugh comes out in a breathy burst of air as he teases your entrance, pressing the tip in only to pull back and run it along the length of your wet cunt again.
âMy.. My ass says âStilesâ?â You question through a body-wracking shudder when he teases his tip at your entrance again, pressing in just far enough for you to feel the stretch of his fat cock before he's pulling out all over again, the head bumping your swollen clit on the next pass through your folds.
âStiles? No way, babe. I went full-name for this one. Mark-h.. ohh..â He stutters through his words the next time he presses in, letting the first couple of inches push into the tight heat of your cunt, âMarked my property accordingly n' all that.â
You swallow down a moan as the head of his cock drags against your sensitive walls, already fluttering around his length as your fingers fist the bedspread in a white-knuckled grip.
âOh, fuck off,â You gasp in mild incredulity, âYour property?â You bite back, though the thought of the image admittedly prompts a swarm of butterflies in your tummy.
âMhm,â Stiles hums a little breathlessly as his restraint wavers, pushing in another inch or so as his grip on your hip tightens, âDon't act like you don't think it's super hot. My name marked on your skin-â
âShut up,â You scoff weakly, âI do not.. Don't think it's hot.â
âSure, babe,â Stiles agrees condescendingly, âWanna write yours on my ass after we're done? Equality n' all that.â
âSomehow, I'm not sure having McCall scrawled across your ass cheek is gonna have the same effect, even if it's got my name in front of it.â You manage before rocking your hips back to force more of his cock in.
âFine, fine,â Stiles huffs, âBut don't say I didn't offer-â
âGod, will you just shut up and fuck me alread-â
You're effectively cut off when Stiles drives all the way in with a hard thrust, a loud moan tearing from your throat.
âBetter?â Stiles asks, already breathing a little heavy as he sets a punishing pace, the sound of skin slapping skin with each smack of his hairy thighs against the smooth backs of your own.
âYeah. Yeah, fuck, like that-â You cry out in whimpered praise, âHarder. Sti, please, need it, harder.â
His only response is a groan as he pounds into you with redoubled effort, the thick head of his cock hitting your cervix in a hard jolt with each thrust.
It doesn't take long for you to begin to fall apart all over again, Stiles' fingernails biting into the skin at your hips as he tugs you back down onto his cock again and again.
âFeel so fucking good.â Stiles groans as you fuck yourself back in time with his thrusts.
A gasp tears past your lips when he slips an arm underneath you and drags you up until your back is flush with his sweaty chest again, the angle of his cock changing just enough to have you letting out a drawn out moan.
Your thighs settle on either side of his as he continues to pound up into you and then his hand is finding your face, forcing your head to the side so that he can draw you into a heated kiss. Your hand ensnares his wrist to hold Stiles' in place on your jaw, his fingers pressing into the sensitive spot beneath your ear as your mouths work in a sloppy mess of tongues and teeth and hot breaths.
His sweat-slicked forehead drops against yours, his cock managing to hit all of the right places as his thrusts slow slightly, each one a slow drag against your sensitive walls.
âGod, you.. You look so fuckin' pretty like this.â Stiles tells you with another lazy kiss to the corner of your mouth.
The white-hot flame in your gut has you trembling in his arms and you reach back to tangle your fingers in the hair at the nape of his neck, the soft strands trapped in an iron-tight grip as your back arches, your own head falling back against the curve of his shoulder.
âStiles-â You whimper desperately, fingers tightening impossibly further around his sweat-damp hair.
He pants into your mouth, each of his slow, deep thrusts prompting obscene sounds from the place where the two of you are joined.
âYou close, babe?â He asks breathlessly as he tries to hold off his own steadily approaching end, âGod, I need you t'come. Need more? Need me to touch you, baby?â He questions in a rasp, ever attentive and desperate to please you as he always is.
Before you can even respond, he's already switching the placement of his hands on your body so that he can drop his right one down to cup your heat. His big hand finds the wetness between your thighs, fingers zeroing in on your clit with the sort of effortless precision that can only come from months intimacy, from hours upon hours spent learning every inch of your body, studying your reactions to his touch with a hyper-focussed intensity that was just so Stiles.
You cry out at the feeling of his fingers rubbing you with practiced movements, his cock driving against that spot inside of you only a handful more times before you're bearing down on him, mind whiting out with the toe-curling euphoria that takes over your body. The shaky moans that Stiles pushes from your lips as he keeps fucking into you are something that you'd be horrified to hear come from your own mouth if you had the brain capacity to process them through the fog of your orgasm â but as it is, they tumble from your throat freely, your body trembling against the tight cocoon of Stiles' arms curled around your ribs as he supports your weight.
Your ears are only just beginning to hear sounds beyond the high-pitched ringing brought on by the strength of your climax when Stiles' thrusts begin to falter. The jerky slap of his hips against the backs of your thighs, his heavy breaths into the curve of your neck.
His fingers find where yours are still tangled in his hair and he tries to pry your grip away, âBaby, baby 'm gonna come,â Stiles moans in warning, âWanna come on your ass. Please. Please, baby, I wanna-â
You pitch forward easily, dropping onto your elbows with shaking arms and arching your back enticingly for him. Stiles groans loud at the sight, the sound of it getting caught in his throat as he pulls out and begins to jerk his cock in earnest. Lewd, slick noises fill the room over the sounds of your labored breathing, the wetness that coats him aiding the smooth drag of skin on skin as he fucks into his fist with a gut twisting sort of desperation.
With a little wiggle of your hips, you encourage him despite still being a little breathless, âCome on, Sti, give it to me. Paint it right there on your name-â
â'm gonna,â He promises in a weak groan, the fingers of his free hand biting into the plush flesh at your hip with a bruising grip, âGonna fuckin'.. Shit, 'm gonna put it right there. Gonna.. Gonna mark my girl up so.. So fucking good. Fuck.. Fuck, I love you. Loveyouloveyouloveyou, I'm, shit, 'm coming-â
Your mind is reeling a little bit in the wake of his lust-fueled admission, the dull beat of your heart echoing with his words as the warmth of his come meets your skin, dripping down the curve of your ass in thick ropes.
Stiles plasters himself to your back as he catches his breath, entirely uncaring of the mess of bodily fluids between you as lays down on the bed and pulls you into his chest. His breath falls against the sweat-slicked skin of your neck in warm puffs while his voice rings in your ears still â the memory of those words, the wrecked rasp of them slipping past his lips.
Loveyouloveyouloveyou.
I love you.
You twist around in his arms, late-afternoon sunlight coming in through his bedroom window displaying the pink flush that lingers on his mole-speckled cheeks. Your head drops against the pillow currently underneath his own while your knee pushes between his hairy thighs, brown eyes finding yours, Stiles' gaze soft and sated.
âI love you too.â You whisper through the nerves twisting in your stomach.
A wide array of emotions flicker across his face, initial confusion quickly melting away into a relieved sort of surprise.
âHoly shit,â Stiles breathes, wide palm coming up to cover your jaw. His thumb swipes the apple of your cheek with smooth strokes and his eyes flick quick between yours, his lips pulling into a grin that dimples cutely in his cheek, âI can't believe I- Shit. No, I do though, I.. I love you.â
âI love you.â You repeat in a daze, fingertips tracing idle circles through the dark patch of hair at the center of his chest.
âDoes that mean you're gonna let me do this again when my name eventually washes off?â He asks with a mischievous little grin that makes your insides twist warmly, his brows jumping up his forehead playfully.
âYou're an annoyingly territorial little shit, y'know that?â You laugh softly before your brows are drawing together in slow confusion, âWait. Wha'd'you mean eventually? Why'd you say it like that?â
âWell, y'know, I used a sharpie, so-â
âYou used a permanent marker?â You repeat incredulously, pinching his skin between your thumb and forefinger a little meanly as your nose scrunches up, âSuch a dickhead.â
Stiles gives you a grin that spreads wide across his face until you can see those very same perfectly straight teeth that have left bruising love bites into the soft flesh on your backside. He dips his head and his lips find yours, the salty tang of the sweat clinging to his upper lip meeting your tongue as he speaks into your mouth with easy confidence.
âYou're totally gonna let me do it again.â
And well.. He's probably not wrong.
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personally i struggle with emotional vulnerability so im not really an âI love youâ person? the words get stuck and feel unnatural
BUT READER GIVINF STEVE A HANDJOB N THE FEELING STRIKES HER. she just rests her chin on his shoulder and does a cheesy movie-esque love stare up at him, all you know how much i love you right? love you sooo much stevie. youâre perfect and make me feel so safe, so loved, love you so much for all of that. love you love you love you love you whispered in time with the movement of her hand. leaving little sucky pecks on the chubs of his cheeks. acting as if nothings new when itâs all done, idk if heâd point blank ask or imply but just a â:] hmm? oh, i dunno what you mean stevie :]â
BABEY this was such a 10/10 request likeâŠ. the way i sent this to at least 3 different moots when i got itâŠ. ur brainâŠ. so have some subby!steve & as always itâs so in love MDNI this entire blog is 18+, i know the request is for a fem!reader but iâve kept it gn!reader, 1.1k words, enjoy! <3
You donât think thereâs a prettier sight than how Steve looks when you have your fingers wrapped around his cock.
Cheeks bright flushed pink, eyes screwed up, his chest rising and falling quickly, the muscles beneath his tummy clenching and rippling as you move your hand up and down as fast as you please.Â
Heâs making those sweet noises you just adore so much â little low moans, each breath laced with a keen that you know will turn into a whimper when he gets closer to the edge. All of his noises go straight between your thighs but right now isnât about you. Itâs about Steve.
The couch cushions press into your legs as you shift, rearranging to be closer to him. You hook your chin over his shoulder, you spare hand creeping up his back, slow and soothingly. The wet sounds of his dripping cock sound fucking heavenly, doused in his soft quiet moans, as you curl your fingers into his hair. Raking them through, your thighs press tighter together when Steve lets out a particularly loud moan.Â
âMm, feeling good, Stevie?â You talk lowly, so close you know he can hear you. You press a kiss into his shoulder, nuzzling your nose along down to his collarbone, your hand fucking his cock a little bit faster. Steve keens, fighting to keep his hips still, trying to be good. His hands clench into fists at his sides.Â
Heâd had such a day and you had offered to take care of him and Steve just wants to be good for you.Â
He nods quickly to answer your question, creasing his eyes open to meet yours and you feel his cock twitch at the sight of your adoring gaze on himâ chin on his shoulder, hand gliding his cock so perfectly, dropping another kiss on the exposed skin of his shoulder.Â
âYes, fuck, yesâ your hand is always so good, baby.â Steve pants lightly, eyes still fixed on you. They drop to your lips and you donât deny him, pushing up and leaning in to kiss him. Heâs messy with it, not quite the usual practice he has and when you thumb over his slit, Steve groans into your mouth. He breaks the kiss, a high whine escaping his mouth, hips jumping up to meet your hand.Â
His forehead drops, leaning against yours and you lean in again, your next kiss on his cheek.Â
âGood, yâso good baby. You know how I love you, right?â You murmur, nearly cooing, right as you scrape your fingers through his hair again. Steve shudders beneath you, his eyes cinched shut but a whimper still slips from his throat, loud and high. You speed up your hand, the squelching of it getting louder and louder.Â
âShit,â Steve curses, peeking his eyes open. âYâcanât say tha- that right now orâ ahâ Iâm gonna cum in a minute.âÂ
âLove you soooo much, Stevie,â you continue like you havenât heard him, twisting your hand in that torturous way while your other hand strokes down the nape of his neck, your touch soft with love. Steve gasps loudly, his hips bucking again and all his moans melt into soft whimpers. You kiss his cheek again, nuzzling your nose against his as your adoring words pour out.Â
âYouâre perfect fâme, you know?â You whisper, your thumb teasing his tip again. Steve whines, his chest heaving with his whimpering heavy breaths. You can see his hands flexing, forming and reforming fists over and over. âYou make me feel so safe, so loved, Stevie, love you so much for that.âÂ
âFuck,â Steve breathes. He sounds so wrecked for you, voice all raspy from his moans. âFuck, honey- you canât justâ nghmââÂ
âLove you,â you whisper lovingly, your hand twisting into his hair again and tugging lightly. You speed up your hand tugging his heavy cock, heat bubbling in your tummy at how it leaks all over your hand, the head of it flushed bright pink. You kiss his cheek again sloppily.Â
âLove you, love you, love you so much,â You say, drinking in his fucked out expressionâ brown eyes hidden away, pink lips parted in a whine, his blush standing out against his tan skin. Steve trembles against you, breathing jagged.Â
âYou canâtââ He whines softly. âIâm gonnaâ oh fuck, babyââ
âYou can.â You hush him sweetly, another kiss to his shoulder. âCâmon, you can, Stevie. Wanna see you cum fâme, baby, wanna see you cum while I tell you how much I love you, yeah?âÂ
Steve heaves a deep stuttering breath, his hands finally moving from his sides to grip at your shirtâ his fingers twist in and he tugs you impossibly closer. His face turns to hide in your neck as his whimpers start to catch, hips bucking up uncontrollably into your fist. Sweet whiney noises pour into your skin as his orgasm builds up and up â you sweep your hand along the back of his neck again and say it again, a low loving whisper of âI love you,â and Steve breaks.Â
His whine is so noisy as the first stream of cum dribbles from his cock and when you donât slow your pace, you feel his lips part and his teeth sink into your shoulder lightly. He whimpers pathetically, his top half turned to cling to you while you work all his hot cum from his cock, painting your hand and his thighs with it.Â
âMm, so good, love you Stevie, love how well you did for me,â Your murmurs tide Steve over until his soft whines of pleasure turn to whimpers of overstimulation and you finally release his cock. Your hand moves to thigh instead, giving a soft rub as you try to coax his face out.Â
âThat was big, huh? You came a lot.â Your gaze wanders to his cum-streaked thighs and you canât help the tiny giggle that titters out of you â itâs enough to get Steve to lift his face. Heâs so pink still that it makes you want to coo at him. He looks only a smidge embarrassed, more blissed out than anything.Â
âI told you,â He huffs breathlessly, a lazy smile on his face as his head lolls back to rest against the couch. âYou canât say that and expect me not toâŠâÂ
He gestures wordlessly to his crotch and you laugh a little, snuggling back up to him. You kiss his neck, nosing up to kiss his jaw and Steve waits patiently, humming happily when you reach his lips.Â
You pull back with a teasing smile, âI know but I donât expect it to keep working every time.âÂ
Steve waves a hand, eyes slipping closed as his lazy grin spreads. âMmhmm, liar. You know what it does to me.âÂ
His words are lovingly, like he loves that you know what he loves. You kiss his cheek once more.Â
âYeah, I do,â you admit gleefully. âAnd I love it nearly as much as I love you.âÂ
Steveâs dick gives a soft twitch against his thighs and he groans, face screwing up for a second. âDonât,â he warns. He opens his eyes to glare at you but thereâs no heat. You grin and kiss him again.Â
#jay writes#steve harrington x reader#steve x reader#steve harrington#steve harrington smut#steve harrington x reader smut#sorry i couldnât add the part where u donât often say it!#i wrote this in like an hour so alas i couldnât work it in#sub!steve harrington#steve harrington x gn!reader#steve harrington x gender neutral reader
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Misery Loves Company (1)
Pairing: Lee Know x Reader
Warning: Language etc
Genre: Coworkers/Enemies to Lovers
Word Count: 2.4k
A/N: Okay! I'm happier with this version of the first chapter!
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âAre you ready for the conference?â Your friend and co-worker, Hyunjin grins. âI can't wait for it.â
âOh yeah, a week of meetings and workshops sounds absolutely delightful.â You chuckle.
âBelieve me, that's not all that happens.â He grins, sending you a wink as he nudges you with his elbow.
You look around the office, catching the eye of the man you despised the most, Lee Know. Or as everyone else in the office called him, Minho. He was an arrogant, self centered, short tempered, selfish and rude man. And for some reason, well not some, a reason well known, he was extremely popular among your co-workers. He was undoubtedly extremely attractive, with a sense of humor that everyone loved, except you. However, that didn't change his shitty attitude and even shittier work ethic, and yet he had the audacity to talk shit about you.
You had walked into the break room one day, when you had only been working there for a few weeks, and there sat Minho with his back to you while he spoke to a few other workers.
âShe's just⊠well, she's fucking horrible at her job.â He chuckles. âI mean, sure she's nice, maybe? I dunno, I haven't really talked to her, but she sucks. She must have been hired for her tits and ass.â He says, laughing. The other workers try to hide their faces as he continues on. But surely he wasn't talking about you? You were hired around the same time as another girl, and this made your stomach sink. You weren't great yet but you were trying, and you hadn't had like a huge fuck-up. Only a few minor ones.
You tried your best to ignore it, since there was a chance he wasn't talking about you and you wouldn't be upset until it was confirmed. âY/N needs to go. I don't know how she's still even here.â He sighs, glancing over to his left. âRose, what are you doing this weekend?â He smiles, looking at the other newer girl.
âShe's right behind you, man. Why do you have to be such a dick?â One of the men, Hyunjin tells him, getting up from his chair to come up to you.
âDon't listen to him. He barely has one brain cell that's even functioning.â Hyunjin chuckles, guiding you out of the break room. ever since then, you and Hyunjin had become very good friends, while that made you want nothing to do with Minho, and you avoided him for months as best as you could. Unfortunately for you, you were still close enough to hear about his weekends, which led you to finding out that he was the biggest playboy you had ever met. Monday mornings, he was always talking about his latest conquests from the weekend, making sure it was loud enough for you and others to hear, rarely got his own work done on time, and yet, somehow was still praised by management.
You were honestly shocked he hadn't been fired yet. If you were to do some of the exact same things he did, you'd be written up, but he was a god among you all, and that fueled your hatred for him even more.
âHey, you wanna ride to the airport together?â Hyunjin asks, as you're both packing up for the day. You were all booked on the same flights, tomorrow morning at 9:00am but you weren't going to let Hyunjin go that far out of his way for you.
âThat's sweet, but no thanks. It's too far, I'm just going to drive myself, my dad is going to pick up my car from the airport later tomorrow. I appreciate the offer though!â You smile.
âWell if you change your mind, let me know.â He smiles, leaving before you.
You finish grabbing your bag, turning off your computer and making sure you weren't forgetting anything. You make your way to the elevator, clicking the button as you wait for it to ding, you feel the presence of someone beside you. You glance over, seeing Minho standing beside you, impatiently tapping his briefcase.
âDid you even press the button?â He asks, pressing it again.
âWhat do you think? I'm not an idiot.â You snap.
âWoah.â He chuckles. âA little testy this evening, are we?â
âYou ruin my mood with your presence.â You sigh.
âYou hate me that much? What have I ever done to you, Y/N?â He asks.
âOh yeah, I despise you.â You answer. The elevator opens, you push your way in front of Minho to get on first, pressing the close button in the hopes it would magically close right in his face.
âThat's hurtful, Y/N.â He pouts. âI just wanna be friends.â
âI have enough friends.â You respond.
âWhat's one more?â He grins.
âHaving you as a friend sounds like absolute hell.â You say.
âGood thing I don't actually want to have you as a friend. You're too uptight for my liking. Maybe if you loosened up a little.â He says. âYou know what, probably not even then.â
The rest of the ride down is silent. You get off as soon as you can, speed walking towards the front doors so you can get away from him as fast as possible. That night when you got home you finished up your packing and went to bed early. You had to leave by 630am to get to the airport at a decent time before your flight, you were not going to miss it.
âNo, no, no!â You whine, running as fast as you can towards your flight's gate. Your carryon suitcase barely hangs on behind you as you weave through the crowds of people standing around waiting. âPlease⊠no.â You breathe as you reach the desk, slamming your boarding pass down on the top. Seconds later another boarding pass is slammed down next to yours but you choose to ignore it. You were here first and you desperately needed to get onto this flight.
âI'mâŠâ You breathe, your chest heaving. âHere.â The lady smiles at you, opening her mouth to speak. âI'm so sorry.â She sighs. âYou just missed it.â
âNo! Please! I woke up late and was rushing to getâŠhere! And then I got a flat tire on my way! I-I left my car on the side of the road⊠I had to hitch a ride the rest of the way!â You complain. âIt hasn't even taken off!â You say, motioning to the plane that was now pulling away from the gate.
You let out a big sigh. âAre there any other flights going out later today or tomorrow?â You ask.
âYeah I really need to be on that flight.â Someone beside you says. The voice was familiar. A little too familiar and you really fucking hoped it wasn't who you thought it was.
You look over and aggressively roll your eyes, seeing the man you worked with, that you absolutely despised.
âI'll be on any flight that he's not on.â You say.
âTheyâd leave you before they left me, right gorgeous?â He chuckles, sending the desk agent a wink.
âUnfortunately, you're both out of luck.â The lady says, giving you both a sympathetic look. âThe next flight there isn't until next week.â She tells you.
âBut I need to be there ASAP for a conference. It starts in 3 days!â you complain.
âSo do I.â Minho huffs.
âNo one cares about what you need to do, Minho!â You snap.
âYou can always rent a car.â She suggests. You hang your head down. The last thing you wanted to do was drive for 3 days to get there but it seemed like at this point it was your only choice. When you look back up, Minho is already gone. You make your way to the car rental desk, getting in line behind Minho. A few minutes later the man at the desk walks away with his keys in his hand, letting Minho head up to the desk.
âJust to let you know.â The girl behind the desk starts. âWe only have one car available.â She says, forcing a smile.
âI'll take it.â Minho yells, just before you. He turns around, giving you a grin, one that made you want to punch him in the face. âWhat are you gonna do, Y/N?â He asks, protruding his lip for a fake pout.
âYou have nothing left?â You ask the girl, holding your hands together to beg her. You'd drop to your knees if you had too.
âNot until next week.â She says. Minho continues to rent the car, signing documents, giving his license, while you stood behind him, internally fighting with yourself. You could just miss the conference right?
You pull out your phone to call your boss, who answers on the second ring.
âY/N. Are you on your way?â He asks.
âWell sirâŠâ you say, clearing your throat. âI missed the flight. And unfortunately Minho got the last car rental.â You explain. âSo I was wonderingâŠâ you begin before he cuts you off.
âThat's perfect. Just go with Minho then. What's the problem?â He asks.
âNothing sir. Just wanted to let you know what the plan was.â You say through gritted teeth.
âExcellent. See you in a few days.â He says, hanging up the phone.
Minho grabs his keys walking past you, without a care in the world. You grab his arm, which to your surprise is a lot more muscular than you had expected.
âCan I help you?â He asks, pulling his arm away from you.
âCan IâŠ.â You trail off into a mumble. Minho squints his eyes at you. âHuh?â
âCan I⊠get aâŠ.â You trail off into a mumble again.
âI'm sorry, what? Y/N, speak up. I can't help you if you don't talk to me.â He says, leaning his ear closer. âI'm not getting the question?â
âCan I get a ride with you?â You huff, rolling your eyes.
âSee, that wasn't so hard was it?â He smiles.
âSo?â You sigh. âCan I?â
âNo.â He says, walking towards the parking lot.
âCome on! You talk shit about me! it's the least you can do.â You snap.
âOh fuck. It was one time.â He says.
âThat I know of.â You tell him.
âJust skip the conference.â He says, continuing to walk away.
âI would if I could. Mr. Johnson said to ride with you.â You tell him.
Minho doesn't respond, instead pulls his ringing phone from in his pocket, sighing loudly as he looks at the caller ID. âHello?â He answers. âYes sir. Of course sir. See you then, sir.â He finishes hanging up the phone.
He starts walking away, you stay still. Taking in deep breaths. You'd get this figured out. It would be fine. Everything always ends up being fine, right? As you turn to walk in a different direction, Minho turns his head to look at you. âWell let's fucking go, we don't have time to waste.â He snaps, continuing to walk. You smile to yourself as you follow him, but that smile quickly fades when you remember how long you're going to be stuck with him in the car. At least you'll get a break when you get your own hotel rooms.
âRules for the car.â Minho starts, pulling out of the airport parking lot. âYou're not allowed to talk. You're not allowed to touch the radio, you're not allowed to do anything. Okay? It's gonna be a long drive and I'm already annoyed.â He says.
You don't reply, instead just stare out the window, leaning your head back onto the head rest.
âOkay?â He says again, glancing at you.
âWhat?â You scoff. âYou said I'm not allowed to talk.â
âFucking take me now.â He groans, looking up at the sky.
The first few hours were fine. The hum of the radio filled the car and you slept off and on, but right now you needed to use the bathroom so fucking bad. You didn't want to break the rules but there was a gas station coming up, and if you didn't go you were going to burst.
âI need to pee!â You yell out, pointing to the station. Minho sighs as he pulls off onto the exit, pulling up to the pump. You exit the car as fast as your legs would take you, b-lining straight for the women's room.
A few minutes later, you emerge feeling like a brand new woman. You glance outside, expecting to see Minho waiting in the car but he's no longer parked by the pumps. Your head whips from left to right, and you can't see him. Your purse, your phone, everything you had was in that car and now panic was starting to set in.
Your chest starts heaving as you could barely catch your breath. You were turning in a circle, until you heard laughing. You look over, seeing Minho walking over.
âWhat the fuck are you doing?â He asks, eyebrow raised.
âI thought you left me.â You admit.
âI parked on the side because someone else needed the pump.â He says. âI've been waiting for you. Jesus christ, let's go.â He finishes, walking back the way he came.
Relief sets in as you follow him to the car. Yeah, you probably should have checked around the whole building, but it also would not have been completely out of character for Minho to just abandon you in some town. The two of you get back into the car, setting off once again. If you wanted to make it on time, you were going to have to drive for another 8 hours before stopping. Honestly, it couldn't get any worse. The silent car ride was killing you. You enjoyed talking to people, and even though the only person you had to talk to was Minho, you would have rather had that than not talking at all. But every time you tried to talk to him, he immediately shut you down, whether or not he verbally told you to shut up, or putting his finger to his lips, or putting up his hand to tell you to stop. After the third time, you just decide to give up.
Eight hours later, Minho pulls into the parking lot of a hotel, parking the car. You both get out, excited to stretch and crawl into your own beds and sleep before another long drive tomorrow. You both walk up to the front desk, each speaking with a different clerk.
âOne room, one bed, please.â You smile at the man.
Minho points to you. âWhat she said.â He murmurs, letting out a yawn.
âI'm sorry.â The man smiles. âUnfortunately, we only have one room available for the night.â
âWhatever.â Minho sighs. âOne room, two beds then.â
âNo sir.â The man laughs. âMy apologies for being unclear.â He smiles.
âWe only have one room with one bed.â
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Alien x Human with dialogue # 15.
I'll die if it's alien + tentacle, dunno why but I eat that shit up
⟠âââ PAIRING: SEUNGMIN X READER ⟠âââ PROMPT: 15 "are you sure? once we start, I might not be able to stop." ⟠âââ CONTENT: ALIEN!SEUNGMIN, HUMAN!READER, TENTACLES, IMPLIED ORAL, UNPROTECTED SEX, CLITPLAY, NIPPLE PLAY, RESTRAINT, IMPLIED MORE ROUND AND MULTIPLE ORGASMS, OVERSTIM ⟠âââ WC: 0.7K ⟠âââ 18+ work!! minors and ageless/blank blogs DNI! you will be blocked, put an indicator on your blog somewhere that you are 18+ before interacting with this work/blog
     "Are you sure? once we start, I might not be able to stop,â Seungmin asked his girlfriend for probably the umpteenth time since they started.
     It was normal for them to have sex. But Seungmin had finally felt comfortable enough with Y/n to tell her about aspects that he had to refrain from during sex.
     Y/n knew from the start of their relationship that Seungmn was not from Earth. He and his seven friends had crashed here and were now stuck. Sheâd been more than welcoming to them since she found out. Always knowing there was something else out in the universe. But only recently had Seungmin told her about his tentacles. Well, he had accidentally used them out of habit and she saw them and he didnât know she was home. So he had to explain and answer some questions.
     Y/n asked to be funny if he could use them during sexâ not being seriousâ but he had confirmed he could. Seungmin couldnât gauge her reaction, watching her mouth drop and then her face flush at the thought.
     âYes Min! Iâm not above begging you, you know?â Y/n said as she bucked her hips towards him. He was just about to slip in when she asked if he could use the appendages.
     âOkay,â Seungmin finally agreed. It was worth it to see the smile on her face.Â
     Y/n was going to say something before the words were taken out of her. One tentacle had wrapped around her wrists and pinned them to the pillow under her head and two wrapped themselves around her breasts, toying with her nipples. A moan left her as her boyfriend pushed into her and a fourth latched onto her clit.
     Seungmin started thrusting into her, two more holding her legs open for him as he leaned over her, hands on either side of her to keep himself up and he spilt her open on his cock. Did he get bigger? She wondered. She swore she knew his dick by now but he felt thicker and deeper.
     âMinnie,â Y/n moaned
     âYou asked me to do it, baby,â Seungmin groaned
     âFeel so deep,â she whined
     âYeah? Like me deep in you? Feel me up in your tummy?â
     âYes! Feels so good!â
     Seungmin was hesitant, not knowing what it would be like fucking her with the tentacles since she was human. But now he knew that he had nothing to worry about, especially based on her reactions. He didnât know he could fall more in love with a human but he did. He had to leave his planet to find his soulmate.Â
     ââM close Minnie,â Y/n whined
     âAlready? We just started,â Seungmin teased, âJust means I gotta fuck you more and make you cum more then.â
     âPlease, need more!â
     Seungmin smiled as he leaned down to her neck, gently sucking marks onto the skin as the two tentacles on her boobs continued their ministrations on her nipples. He knew she was already sensitive from their foreplay and oral so he wasnât too surprised, but just a little. He never got to to cum back-to-back this fast before. He was going to take pride in it. If it ever came to him leaving and the two not staying together, he knew she could never be with another human. If the moans from how he was fucking her now werenât enough to tell him.
      His name came out of her throat like a mantra as her body shook under him. Walls clenched around him till it was too much for her to take. She silently screamed as her orgasm washed over her. Seungmin smiled against her neck as he kept the pace. Not daring to move, to see how quick he could get her to cum again and his own high was bubbling up. Her body jerked under him as she rode out her orgasm. Covering his dick in her essence just as she had with his tongue not long ago.
     âThatâs my girl. Cumming all over me,â Seungmin said as he lifted his head from her neck, locking eyes with her half-fucked out ones.
     âMinnie,â Y/n whined as the sensitivity was starting to set in for her.
     âI know baby. I warned you though. If we start, I wonât be able to stop. At least not until Iâm satisfied.â
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instead of you [part forty-one] || l.mh
pairing:Â [best friendâs brother] lee minho x college!reader ft. han jisung
summary: you didnât expect to spend your summer pretending to be your best friendâs girlfriend- then again, you didnât expect to fall for your best friendâs brother, either.Â
warnings:Â swearing, angst, alcohol consumption, smut (18+ ; mdni)
word count: 3.2k
a/n: revamped my tom holland series from my main blog ( @wazzupmrstark ) to try and motivate myself to finish it!!
additional smut warnings: semi-public messing around, oral - m+f receiving
The other resorts along the shore were nice, yes, but they were also crowded to all hell. Thereâs no way you would have been able to relax at any of them. Not just because crowds make you anxious, but because Minho probably wouldnât be able to show his face anywhere. Heâd have to wear a hoodie to the pool or swim with a baseball cap on, and even those werenât guaranteed to be foolproof.Â
There were hardly any people occupying the outdoor spaces so late in the day so it was like you had the place to yourselves. You and Felix continued to play in the pool while Minho grilled steaks and Jisung worked upstairs. You offered to accompany Jisung while he cooked but he assured you that he was fine to do it himself. Sometimes you kept him company at home but you knew he liked to work alone as well.Â
The room that you and Jisung were staying in was a standard hotel room but Nikki and Dom had a suite with a kitchenette that he could use to prepare the side dishes.Â
You ate gathered around one of the fire pits as the sun sank beneath the waves in the distance. When it got too dark out, Dom lit the fire so that you could all see what you were eating. There were path lights littered around the resort but they werenât bright enough to illuminate the adjacent sitting areas too.Â
âI wish we had marshmallows,â you sighed. âWe could roast them and make sâmores.â
âI think the bar sells little kits,â Jisung piped up. âI remember seeing a sign posted on their menu.â
âHow convenient!â Nikki exclaimed.Â
âWant me to grab some?â Minho offered, already standing from his seat.Â
You had once again put yourself on the spot. Everyone was looking at you, waiting for your answer.Â
âI-Iâd feel bad. Iâm the only one who wants them, so you donât have to!â
âDonât be silly, weâd all eat them,â Jisung assured you with a pat on your knee.Â
âYeah, Iâve always wanted to try sâmores,â Felix agreed.Â
Your mouth dropped open in shock. âWait, youâve never had one?â
âTheyâre an American thing, babe.â
âDoes that mean youâre the only other one here who has had a sâmore?â you asked Jisung.Â
âI might have had one before,â Minho added thoughtfully.Â
âMight? You donât remember?â
âYeah, well, when we were on the first world tour we had a lot of bonfires and shit but I was pretty drunk at all of them so there could have been sâmores there, there could not have been. I dunno.â
âAnyway,â Nikki swooped in, averting the attention away from her eldest sonâs anecdotes of underage drinking. âMinho, why donât you go grab a few kits from the bar Ji mentioned? I think your father and I would like to try a sâmore too.â
âHow many do you think we need?â Minho asked.Â
âIt depends on how many each serves. Why donât we start with two and if we run out of supplies we can send Felix up to get more.â
Felix made a face. âWhat, me?â
âIt wouldnât be fair to send Minho up twice,â Dom explained.
âWhat about Jisung?â
âHe cooked dinner.â
âIâll be right back,â Minho interjected, cutting Felix off before he could protest any further. âDoes anyone want anything to drink while Iâm over there?â
  He took everyoneâs order and then disappeared in the direction of the bar.Â
  âDo you think heâll need help carrying stuff?â you whispered to Jisung after he left.Â
âOh, shit, maybe.â
âShould I go help him? Would that be weird?â
Jisung looked back toward his parents to check that they werenât paying attention before answering. âNo, I donât think so. No one suspected anything other than me. Do you want me to go with you, though?â
âNo, you cooked,â you reminded him, âyou should stay and relax. Iâll go help him.â
He nodded. âOkay. Oh, but kiss me before you go.â
-
Minho was still waiting when you joined him at the bar. It was almost as deserted as the rest of the pool area. Only a couple of people were occupying the stools and they seemed to be strangers to each other, drinking in silence apart from the waves crashing on the shore nearby and the occasional sound of the blender.
âHey, stranger,â you said, grabbing Minhoâs attention with an elbow to his side.Â
âHey... did someone forget to ask for something?â
âNo, I came to help you. We realized itâs a lot of stuff to carry all by yourself.â
He scoffed. âYou doubted me?â
The bartender placed the drinks and sâmores kit down on the counter in front of Minho right at that moment, leaving both of you to size up all there was to bring back to the fire pit.Â
âYou could have carried all that without spilling anything?â
âFine, maybe itâs good that you came,â he grumbled.Â
âMaybe?â
He set his jaw and took a deep breath. âIt is good that you came. Thank you for helping. Happy?â
âEcstatic.â
You grabbed two of the drinks while Minho took the rest, holding the plastic bags of sâmores supplies between his teeth.Â
Nikki and Dom cheered when you reappeared with everything. The twins looked marginally happier. It was honestly as much as you could ask for from them.Â
You spent the rest of the evening teaching the Hans how to make, what was in your opinion, the perfect sâmore. There were only a few skewers to go around so everyone had to take turns, but it was nice to be able to take your time with something and relax. There hadnât been much time to do that on this trip. Jisung had warned you of that in the beginning but you were still way more exhausted than you expected to be at this point. At least it was almost over.Â
The thought of the trip ending was one that you had been pushing to the back of your mind for weeks now. Especially now that Jisung knew what had happened, you didnât want to think about what would happen when you went back home. Would you grow apart? Would he distance himself once he was no longer in forced proximity with you? Would Minho break up with you? It wasnât just something you could ignore now. There were only a matter of days left.Â
When it was over, you would go back to Seoul with the Hans until the summer ended officially. But that would be different too.Â
âYouâre burning your marshmallow, love,â Nikki said softly, putting her hand on your shoulder to get your attention.Â
âOh!â you exclaimed and pulled your skewer out of the heat. You blew the flame out and transferred it onto a graham cracker.Â
âDo you want a new one?â Dom asked.Â
âNo, thatâs okay! I like them burnt, actually. I just didnât mean to leave it in the fire for so long. It could have made a mess.â
Jisungâs dad shrugged as if to say âsuit yourselfâ before taking the rod from you and reloading it with fresh marshmallows.Â
If it was woodburning, the fire would slowly start to dwindle as the kindling turned to ash. Since it wasnât, it was still burning as brightly as it had been at the start of the evening when Dom finally turned the propane off. Nikki collected the empty cups and dirty skewers to return to the bar.Â
âGood night, kids. Donât stay up too late.â
-
Felix was the first out of the four of you to go up to his room, leaving you with your best friend and... Minho.Â
The pool area was completely empty by then.Â
âIâll uh, Iâll leave you two,â Jisung said and stood to leave.Â
You grabbed his hand to stop him. âWait, no, you donât have to go.â
âYeah,â Minho agreed, a little less convincingly. âYou should stay.â
Jisung shook his head. âNo thanks, Iâd rather not third-wheel.â
âJi-â
âTake as much time as you need,â he said to you. âJust donât get fucking caught by anyone else.â
You waited for him to leave before slumping forward and sighing into your hands.Â
âI thought you said he forgave you,â Minho whispered.Â
âHe did. That doesnât mean heâs okay with it,â you sighed.
Minho leaned back and stretched his arm across the back of the loveseat, inviting you to sit with him. You crossed over to his side and joined him, allowing yourself to lean into his side. He wrapped his arm around you and squeezed your shoulder. It felt nice, to do something so domestic with him, even while sitting in complete silence. Still, you worried about someone seeing you.
âWhat are you thinking about?â he asked.Â
âYou.â
âWhat about me?â
âJust you.â
You didnât want to give him the details and risk ruining the mood so you hoped he was content with that answer. Thankfully, he didnât ask you to elaborate.Â
You shivered suddenly, unintentionally but thankfully changing the subject.Â
âAre you cold?â Minho asked.Â
âA little.â
âShould I turn the fire pit back on?â
You shook your head. âNo, itâs so dark out now. Itâll only draw attention to us.â
âI donât want you to be cold, though.â
âIâll be fine.â
Minho didnât look convinced. âWhy donât we get in the hot tub? You still have your bathing suit on, right?â
âAre we allowed to?âÂ
He shrugged. âI donât see why not.â
You followed Minho over to one of the many hot tubs on the property. It was tucked away behind the now-deserted tiki bar and also totally empty. Minho turned on the jets and ventured down into the water, holding his hand out for you to get in behind him.Â
You let out a sigh as you sank into the bubbling water, closing your eyes and resting your head against the poolâs edge. Â
âBetter?â
âSo much better.â
You looked over to see him smile. âGood.â
You hadnât realized how cold you were until you were warm. The chill had seeped through your bathing suit too. You could feel it ebbing out of the fabric as well as your muscles the longer you sat in the water.Â
Minho settled next to you and put his hand on your thigh. It was comforting even though his hand was still cold. Â
âThis is nice,â he said.Â
âIt is nice,â you agreed. âI like being able to do just nothing with you.â
âWe donât get a lot of time to do that, do we?â
âNo, not really.â
âGuess that just means we have to enjoy it while we have it.â
You sat up to look at him, wondering if he meant something more than what was implied when he said that. He met your gaze and gave you a questioning look.Â
âWhat?â Â Â You shook your head and sank further into the bubbles. You were reading way too much into everything. You needed to get a grip.Â
âWhatâs wrong?â Minho repeated. âTalk to me.â
âIâm scared to,â you finally admitted.Â
It wasnât much, but you were finally being honest with Minho instead of skirting around his questions like you usually did. You could tell your answer hurt him but you were afraid that youâd hurt yourself even more if you told him everything. You had a feeling the conversation was going there anyway, though, and there was little you could do to stop it.Â
âWhy?â he asked.
âBecause I donât know... what we are?â You cringed as you said it. âAnd I donât want to ruin things by asking, you know, because I like what we have going on and I donât want it to go away but I also donât want to get my hopes up by thinking weâre something that weâre not but sometimes you do things that make me think you want something more than... whatever it is weâre already doing but- mph!â
You were cut off with a kiss, like something out of a movie. It was brief, but enough to disrupt your train of thought. You stared at him incredulously, trying to read his expression.Â
His face was even but his eyes were warm. You wished you knew what he was thinking. Moonlight and the flickering flames of torches in the distance were just enough to illuminate his features. The quirk of his cupidâs bow, the flutter of his long eyelashes...Â
 âWhat was that for?â you inquired, even though you knew what it was for.Â
âYou were spiraling.â
You sighed, dropping your head into your hands. âI canât help it.â
âI know,â Minho said softly. âFor what itâs worth though, I feel the same way.â
You lifted your head to look at him again, your vision slightly blurred by the water dripping down your face from your wet hands. âWhat?â
He hesitated. âI feel... what you said. I feel the same way.â
âI donât even know what I said,â you laughed.Â
âMe either, but I got the general vibe of it and Iâm in agreement.â
âReally?â
âYeah, I... I thought I was making it kind of obvious that I wanted something serious with you.â
âYou never said anything outright, though!â
âBecause I didnât know what you wanted,â he explained. âYou never said anything either.â
âWell, youâre the man!â
Minho raised an eyebrow. âOh, weâre going there? The feminism just evaporates from your body the moment youâre faced with confrontation?â
âSee, you get it.â
He rolled his eyes. âIâm telling you now, okay? I want you. In all the ways youâre willing to let me have you.â
You swallowed hard, eyes burning. You didnât want to start crying and you didnât want Minho to see you crying so you kissed him again, with more urgency this time. You couldnât think, hell, you couldnât breathe, until he pulled away, leaving you wishing and hoping for more.
When your lips met for the third time, he pulled you under with him, just long enough to shock your senses. You gasped for air when you surfaced, pushing your wet hair out of your eyes.
âYouâre not supposed to do that!â you scolded, sputtering as you shoved him.Â
He stumbled backward onto the bench, falling seated again and pulling you on top of him.Â
âYou believe that bullshit?â he scoffed.Â
âItâs not bullshit! Itâs not good for you to put your head under the water in a hot tub!â
âI know people say that but why?â
âI... I donât know why,â you admitted, âbut I know youâre not supposed to.â
âSee, you donât even know!â You gave him a look. âWill you accept an âIâm sorryâ kiss?â
âThat depends, are you actually sorry?â
He didnât bother answering. Instead, he kissed you anyway, cradling the back of your head as he slipped his tongue past your lips. He tasted like sâmores and whiskey and chlorine, a combination so strange you couldnât wrap your head around it.Â
One of his arms dropped to your waist, wrapping around your body and pulling you closer until your chests were pressed together. You could feel him through his swim trunks, growing harder by the second. You were tempted to take him right there, but you were in public and having sex in a hot tub couldnât be good either, right? That sounded like an infection waiting to happen. Â
âUpstairs?â Minho asked breathlessly, lips only centimeters from yours. Not for the first time you wondered if he could read your mind.Â
You nodded. âYeah, upstairs.â
-
You dripped your way back to his room, shivering despite the thick towel wrapped around your shoulders.Â
âWanna hop in the shower?â Minho asked between kisses as he fumbled with the straps of your bikini.Â
âYeah, donât want to get your bed all wet,â you replied.Â
âThat would happen whether or not we had just been in the pool,â he joked.Â
âHilarious.â
âJesus, youâre freezing,â he hissed. âLetâs get these off of you, theyâre so cold.â
âIs that the only reason you want them off?â
âI think we both know the answer to that.â
You knew Minho was expecting to have sex in the shower but you kind of wanted to fuck on the bed so you sucked his dick while he washed your hair and then took turns rinsing off before moving to his bed. You put your hair up in a towel to avoid the aforementioned wetness and wrapped yourself up in one of the hotelâs robes even though you knew itâd be coming right off.Â
To your surprise, Minho left your robe on. He just undid the tie around your waist and let it fall open before shouldering himself between your legs. It was kind of like putting a towel down. He was killing two birds with one stone that way: protecting the sheets and keeping you warm.Â
It didnât take long for you to cum in his mouth. Minho knew your body like the back of his hand by now. It had taken him a fraction of the time it took your past lovers to learn what made you tick and he used all of that knowledge to his advantage.Â
He kept going after you came the first time, eager to pull another from you, but you pulled him up by the hair to get his attention before he could get too into it.Â
âToo much?â he asked.Â
âWant you to fuck me,â you urged.
Thankfully, he was receptive to this and moved up so that he could position himself on top of you. He notched himself at your entrance and kissed you as he pushed himself inside, allowing you to taste yourself on his tongue before pulling away and wiping his face on your shoulder.Â
âEw!â you cried and tried to push him away.Â
Minho looked offended. âWhat do you mean, âewâ? Itâs you.â
âThat doesnât mean I want me all over what Iâm wearing!âÂ
âSince when?â he joked. âSeems like itâs always all over what youâre wearing when youâre around me.â
âCan we please talk about something else?â you begged, suddenly embarrassed and grossed out at the same time.Â
Minho laughed and pecked you on the cheek. âWhat would you rather talk about? The weather?â
You tightened around him as punishment, making him swear and bury his face in your neck. âFucking hell, you succubus.â
You smiled politely and wrapped your arms around his neck to pull him closer. âDonât people usually say that if she can talk at all, youâre doing it wrong?âÂ
He narrowed his eyes at you. âI was just taking it easy on you.â
âOh yeah?â
âYeah, this was for your benefit,â he continued. âDidnât want to overwhelm you.â
âHow gracious of you.â
He clenched his jaw as he started fucking you faster, muttering sarcastically, âIâm sorry, I didnât realize I was boring you.â
Ironically, you couldnât respond right away, too caught up in the feeling of how deep he was inside of you to get any words out.Â
âI forgive you,â you choked out finally.Â
Your hands fell to his biceps, desperate for something to hold on to. You dug your nails into his skin, making him hiss through his teeth.Â
âHarder,â he urged. You squeezed harder and he gasped. âFuck yes, keep doing that.â
âLike this?â
âJust like that, baby. Thatâs perfect. Youâre perfect.â
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you look up at eddie as your kneeled on the floor in front of him and steve. youâre at the coffee table, working on a project for your design class as the two sit behind you, watching the game and drinking beer. your hand is set on your chin, your bottom lip pulled between your teeth.
âmy god eds, if she wasnât your stepdaughterâŠâ steve groaned.
âiâve thought about the same thing, stevieâ he chuckles, shaking his head a bit. âwatch thisâ he whispers. âhey princess, can you get me another beer please?â he asks.
âyeah!â you say cheerfully, smiling brightly as you stand up. you lean over the coffee table, grabbing his empty bottle before turning to steve. âdo you need one too, mr. harrington?â you ask, tucking a hair behind your ear.
steve stares down your top, not even concealing it as he smirks at your boobs spilling over your tank top. âyes please, hunâ he hums, handing the empty bottle to you. you hum softly as your turn, your skirt flowing up and showing off your cute little pink thong as you walked off to the kitchen.
you come back with two cold beers, freshly opened. once more, you lean over the table to hand the men their beers, this time both steve and eddie look down your top. âthank you sweetheartâ eddie smiles, and you nod softly, going back to your position in front of the coffee table on your knees.
âyn, you wanna hear something cool?â steve asks. âitâs this fun mind trick robin taught me.â
you smile, nodding as you look up at him. âyeah, what is it?â you giggle.
âif you pretend to shake a salt shaker into your mouth, youâll start to really taste the saltâ he nods, and eddie snorts at that. âlike thisâ he says, showing you the position.
you hum softly, furrowing your brows. âreally?â you smile, beginning to mimic his actions. steve and eddie both bite their lips, their pants tightening as their cocks harden quickly. âlike this?â you ask softly.
âyeah, just like thatâ eddie nods, squeezing his cock through his pants. you nod, continuing to do it. your tits begin bouncing, nearly spilling out of your top. steve pushes his hand down his pants, taking a deep breath as he palms his dick through his underwear.
âi dunno, i donât taste anythingâ you say, frowning a bit.
âyou gotta stick your tongue out too, babyâ steve groans quietly as he begins to jerk his cock in his pants, eddie mimicking his actions as they get off to you.
you nod, sticking out your tongue and shaking the salt shaker. âjus shake it a little harder⊠youâll start to taste itâ eddie breathes as he squeezes the base of his cock, trying not to cum too soon. steve reaches to squeeze his balls, biting back a loud moan as you shake your arm harder, your tits now bouncing with more vigor.
âyeah⊠yeah honey like thatâ steve grunts out softly. âso closeâŠâ he whines under his breath as he humps his own hand.
steve and eddie both gasps, biting down on their fists as cum leaks from the head of their hard, red cocks. âi think i taste it a little!â you giggle softly.
âyeah honeyâŠâ eddie nods lazily, pulling his cock free and grabbing some tissues to clean the cum from his hand, offering some to steve as well.
âthat was super cool mr. harrington!â you smile as you turn back to them. âthanks for showing me that.â
âanytime, honeyâŠâ he breathes out, pillows now covering the messes that eddie and steve had made in their pants
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Heylo! I wanted to ask about your experience post initiation if that's alright .i recently did a tarot reading and got told that to please spirits in order to begin a good working relationship, i must contemplate and be ready to be Changed. there were lots of signs that it could lead to feelings of isolation, and otherness but it will lead me deep into myself (sry if this is too long.) i want to know if u went through something similar, or something else, and is it worth it personally for you. I would also love some pointers as to what I'm supposed to contemplate about. I don't mind the isolation but maybe I'm not understanding some key aspect of it. anyway thank you and i love your blog it's an irreplaceable resource for me. :)
Hi :)
Spirit-lead initiation into witchcraft is a controversial topic, I think in part because it can be very uncomfortable to discuss.
I have been relatively open on my blog that my initiatory experience was extremely painful and required a level of sacrifice and transformation that I was too immature to comprehend at the beginning of the process. Even now it's not something I'm sure I could articulate.
For me it was a process that lasted the majority of a decade. I think this is a relatively average timeline - which I just bring up because I think it's useful to point out that if you are facing the same sort of thing that I faced, it's not just going to be over in a few weeks or months.
Was it worth it personally for me? I don't know. Right now, my answer is that I love who I am and I like my life, and I wouldn't be who I am or have this life if I didn't go through that process. I used to say I'd never do it again if I had the choice. Now, a few years after the fact, sometimes I say I'd do it again. Maybe in a decade I'll think it was worth it.
It's my belief that the sort of initiatory process I, and others, have gone through, isn't necessary for most people to form a good working relationship with the spirits.
I believe that if you have the choice, you should very, very carefully contemplate initiation and only agree to it after a prolonged period of reflection.
So, what's there to contemplate? I dunno. Otherness on the path to spirit-working was a major part of my trip, so if we are kindred, here's maybe something to contemplate:
You are a boulder. You are a very nice boulder in the wilderness. You're composed of many varieties of minerals and metals. You are a gorgeous boulder, glittering in the sunlight, hosting a unique map of inclusions and ore veins unlike any other boulder in the world.
You sit high up on a mountainside. A few meters behind you is a river. Below you is a dry valley.
The waters of the river are pressing up behind you. They rush past you, sweeping by, continuing their eternal circuit in the mountain-range, but rarely trickling into the dry valley below.
One day, you gain an interest - as some boulders do - in allowing some of the water to trickle past you into the valley below. The secrets of nature will allow you to sometimes let water to lap up over your sides, and through narrow crevices, to water the plants you find to be most beautiful, and provide drinking pools for the little animals you hold most dear.
Little by little, the valley beneath you begins to change as you apply yourself to learning the secrets of nature and letting the water flow past you.
After some time, the water begins to whisper in your ear. It appreciates your interest in its flow - it likes your focus on the river. A deal can be brokered:
The river will dissolve only some of the minerals and inclusions that run through you, creating hollow tunnels. Through these tunnels, the water can flow much more easily and rapidly.
But there are conditions.
The conditions are that whatever is washed away can never be returned. How could it? What force in the universe could restore the crystalline structure within you once the waters have carried it away?
And, the river chooses which inclusions will be removed. The river is very wise in these matters; it knows better than anyone how water can best flow through any boulder. It isn't up to you to choose what leaves, and it isn't up to you to choose the nature in which the water will flow through you.
Finally, if you use the secrets of nature to ever stop the flow of water through the new inclusions, you are at risk of crumbling away. The empty caverns within you will dry up and leave you empty in places that should be whole.
The river asks you to contemplate and return with an answer.
Of course it leads you deep into yourself. The river is going to run right through you.
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hi!!! congratulations on your 1k followers!! your blog is so great and you deserve each one of them!! i wanted to request a ficlet with the following picks: P, zombie apocalypse au, hurt comfort and đȘ!! can't wait to see what you come up with, congratulations again!! -@steveseddie
Aw, that's so lovely, thank you! This one was a lot of fun to figure out, and of course it has grown a little plot already. đ
My world ends (without you)
Rated: E (for blood and violence)
Words: 997
Tags: Zombie Apocalypse AU; Established relationship; Blood and violence; Steve Harrington whump
One time, shortly after they lost Eddie, Max asked Steve if he never got mad. She didn't look at him, just continued staring ahead, knees hugged to her chest. Her face was dotted crimson from their latest run-in with the dead, like a smattering of extra freckles.
âDo you even care at all? About what happened to Eddie?âÂ
âOf course,â Steve said, fingernails digging crescents into his palm. âHe was my friend.âÂ
She huffed. âFriend, yeah. Whatever. Point is, I'd be furious at these undead fuckheads, but you? You're so calm. I don't get it.âÂ
Steve hummed, thinking about how to explain.Â
âOf course I'm mad,â was what he settled on. âBut you gotta keep a level head, or you'll do stupid things. I got you kids to protect. And besides, you think those undead fuckheads asked for this? It's the damn virus that's screwing us all over.âÂ
It's funny how he remembers this now, months later, huddled into the shelter of a tree and peeling his pants away from his bleeding leg. Part of him is still hoping it's something else - that he cut himself falling through that window, that one of his last bullets ricocheted and got him, fuck, please anything but this.Â
But it is.Â
The teeth marks in his flesh, the way the wound is already festering and turning black, tell him all he needs to know.Â
âFuck!â he swears, falling backwards and staring up at the darkening sky through stinging eyes. His hand twitches for his gun - he'd rather end it now than happening upon Robin or the kids later - but then he remembers he's out of ammunition. There's nothing he can do.Â
Nothing but lie here and let the fever take him and hope that whoever finds him puts a quick end to it.Â
*
He doesn't expect to wake up again, not as himself. When he does, his head is cradled in someone's lap and for a moment, he thinks he's back at their camp with Robin, that it was all a nightmare. But then he realizes he's still in the forest and the pain in his leg hits him like a ton of bricks.Â
â-quite the number on you, huh, big boy?âÂ
Steve's groan turns into a gasp.Â
âEddie? This isn't real, you're dead.âÂ
Eddie grins, briefly. It tugs on the big, gnarly scar covering his jaw and the side of his face, just where Steve saw him get bitten. Then, his face settles back into grim determination.Â
âHow long?âÂ
Steve blinks against the confusion and the fever. âHuh?âÂ
âYour leg, Stevie. How long since the bite?âÂ
âI ⊠I dunno,â Steve slurs. His head is pounding. He's burning inside. âFew hours?âÂ
Eddie nods. âGotta be quick then. Sorry, this is gonna hurt like a bitch.âÂ
He places Steve's head on the ground, bustling around with something in the fire he has built next to their spot.
âWhatâre you-â Steve starts to say, trying to sit. That's when he realizes his wrists are tied above his head and panic kicks alive behind his ribcage. âEddie?âÂ
When Eddie turns, he's holding a knife. The blade is glowing orange.
âNo,â Steve breathes, feebly straining against his bonds. âNonono, Eddie, please!âÂ
âHey,â Eddie says. âRemember when we first met?âÂ
The question comes from so far out of left field that Steve forgets to struggle. Eddieâs eyes are dark and serious in the firelight.Â
âYou said to make it outta this, we gotta trust each other. You trust me?âÂ
Steve doesnât even hesitate. He nods. Eddie smiles, brief but pleased.Â
âThen let's go.âÂ
Something nudges against Steveâs lips, something dry and leathery - a belt.Â
âYou'll wanna bite down on something,â Eddie says, regret in his eyes. âBelieve me.âÂ
Swallowing down the humiliation burning in his throat, Steve opens his mouth.Â
âAtta boy,â Eddie praises, but the joke falls flat between them. âLet's fucking do this.âÂ
And Steve's world disappears behind a wall of pain.Â
*
âYâknow,â Eddie murmurs. He's propped them up against the tree trunk, Steveâs head tucked under his chin, fingers combing Steve's sweat-soaked hair from his forehead. âI'd be lying if I told ya I never thought of tying you up and gagging you with my belt, but this was not what I imagined.âÂ
Steve scoffs weakly, eyes straying down to his bandaged leg. âDid it work?âÂ
Eddie shrugs. âThink so. Henry says you gotta cut the infection out before it spreads, but how much time you got depends on a lot of factors. Your fever seems to be under control , so that's good, but lemme know if you develop any unusual cravings. Brains, raw meat, that kinda-âÂ
âWoah, hold on, who's Henry? Did he âŠâÂ
Eddie interrupts his ramble when Steveâs fingers find the new scar on his jaw. He allows Steve to map the shape of it for a while before catching his fingers and pressing a kiss to them.Â
âYeah. He's head of a safe zone, about twenty miles north from here. He's a scientist ⊠well, used to be, and ⊠Stevie, he thinks he knows how to cure it.âÂ
âWhat? Eddie, that's incredible, where- We gotta tell the others, we gotta-â Steve has hardly startled upright when Eddie guides him back down.Â
âRight now, honey, all we gotta do is let you rest. Plenty of time to break the good news to the others tomorrow.âÂ
And maybe it's the pain, or maybe it's the blood loss, or maybe it's the overwhelming bliss of having Eddie back, but Steve doesnât find it in himself to argue.Â
âAlright,â he whispers, letting his head sag against Eddieâs chest and allowing the gentle rhythm of his beating heart to lull him to sleep. âJust ⊠don't leave again.âÂ
Eddie kisses the top of his head. âWouldnât dream of it, sweetheart.âÂ
He's broken that promise before. There's no guarantee he won't break it again, not in this fucked up nightmare they live in. But Steve trusts him.Â
That has to be enough.Â
Man, that Henry sounds like a swell fella, I'm sure nothing will go wrong.
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I am so happy you're back and seem to be doing even a little bit better! We missed you!
I wanted to send a little message, so you can ignore it if it sours your mood or you don't feel like dealing with it, feel no pressure at all! It's just this blog has been a safe space and the community has been so welcoming that I figured I could vent really quick
You know when sometimes the brain just has a really shitty day, like when you draw something and it screams at you that it's trash even though there's nothing wrong with it? I've been having a rough time with it deciding to scream that comfort characters would cheat, probably as an 'You are so unlovable not even fictional characters would be loyal' bullshit. Now, logically, I know this makes -67 sense. But, I was wondering if you could just reassure that like, Sanji, Mihawk, Buggy, Shanks, Crocodile, Blablablablabla long list of One Piece characters you write for, would not cheat? I'm sorry, this sounds lame to even write out but I'm trying to get my brain to stop thinking that asking for help is 'pathetic' because it is not and it only applies that logic to me, never to anyone else.
I dunno man. Brains and bring human ate both though af.
I missed all of you as well. Really and sincerely. I have a tendency to go radio silent when I'm going through a difficult time and I hate it immensely, but hearing that I was missed to makes me all
And yes, oh gods, I know. My brain is frequently my worst enemy. Especially when I'm not writing. My anxiety starts working overtime and my creative drive becomes dedicated to coming up with problems that could potentially happen for me to worry about even more and it's an absolute bitch; or even when I am actively creating and a little voice insists that everything I make is stupid garbage.
This is still very much and always will be a safe space. It definitely is awful to feel that unworthy of love. Full disclosure, I've mentioned in passing before that I've been diagnosed with schizoaffective disorder depressive type. My main issue is auditory hallucinations that like to insist that everyone I love and care about only tolerate me out of pity and secretly would rather I not be around, which leads to me isolating myself from people. Huge part of the reason I go silent when life decides to be a bitch. I know it's just as bad feeling that way about comfort characters, if not even worse, when we're supposed to have them to help us get through that kind of bullshit.
So let me provide a little drabble for the one comfort character Iâm certain wouldnât ever allow us to continue being so silly about our worthiness of love and affection, because weâre all worthy of such a basic human need. I may do more later, but one in particular jumped at the opportunity to provide this comfort, and I fear he may counter me with his dreaded puppy-dog-eyes should I even dare attempt to wait.
Good Enough
OPLA!Sanji x AFAB!Reader
Lil drabble thingy
SFW, Hurt/Comfort
Possible TRIGGER WARNINGS for depression, insecurity, self-worth
â«âŹ Moonshine âŹâ« â The Fratellis (yes Iâm STILL on my Fratellis BS leave me be)
"Never knowing is the most evil feeling, when every answer here is none too appealing"
Sanji had always been a flirt. You knew that from the moment you started working on the wait staff at Baratie. Your trust issues had made it a little difficult for you to open up around the young sous chef (and occasional waiter on the frequent occasion that Zeff kicked him out of the kitchen for insubordination), but it was his outgoing nature and perseverance that had ultimately won you over. He had a way of making you feel like you were the only girl in the world when you were together, doting upon you, all but worshipping the ground you walked on.
But when he was sent out to work the dining area, it always made you nervous. His innate charm, his handsome featuresâhe was nearly always a hit with female customers. No matter how much you told yourself that he was only doing his job, there was always a nagging feeling that maybe there was more to it than that. Watching him interact with a table of pretty young women, who by their clothing and demeanor were obviously far more affluent and sophisticated than you, left you distracted in your own work.
Seeing how they giggled at everything he said, how they fluttered their eyelashes when he brought them their drinks.
How the pretty blonde at the table leaned so close to him while he pointed to something on the menu, close enough to brush her hand across his.
You managed to spill a tray of drinks all over yourself while you were watching, leading to a scolding from the front of house manager. You saw the table of girls from the corner of your eye, giggling at your clumsiness before you were sent off to clean yourself up and change your uniform.
No matter how much you told yourself you were being silly, there was nothing you could do to shake it. The doubts, the thoughts of how easily he could find someone better than you. You had your jaw clenched the entire time you were changing your shirt in the staff restroom, tossing the soiled one aside as you leaned against the sink in front of the mirror and forced yourself to take slow, level breaths.
You were still on the clock. You couldnât break down. You had to get changed, had to get back to work, had to pretend everything was fine, if he found out you were being so stupid about this then he would definitely drop you like a bad habit, you had to compose yourself orâ
Knock knock.
Your eyes darted to the bathroom door, your breath catching in your throat at the sound of the light knock.
âJâjust a minute,â you forced out, flinching at the sound of your own voice breaking a little.
Stupid, youâre being stupid, stop it stop it stop itâ
A brief silence followed your answer, a silence that seemed to stretch on for miles despite lasting only a few seconds. The familiar, gentle voice that answered after a moment made your hands clench around the porcelain of the sink.
âYou alright, love?â You drew in a sharp breath, swallowing, clenching your eyes shut. Of course it was Sanji. You had almost hoped that the manager had come scold you for taking too long. That would have been easier to deal with right now. Your eyes darted to the locked doorknob as it rattled a little. âI heardââ
âIâm fine,â you said immediately, the strained quality of your own words as they met your ears making your hands tighten a little more on the edge of the sink. âIâI just tripped and spilled a few drinks, Iâll be out in a minute.â
âAre you sure youâre alright?â You gritted your teeth, laying your head back to stare up at the ceiling. Of course he wouldnât let it go that easily. The doorknob rattled a little again, and you glanced at it as if it were a viper poised to strike out at you at any second.
Stupid, youâre being stupid, donâtâ
âYou soundââ
You reached out and turned the lock on the doorknob, and turned away from the door, crossing your arms over your half-buttoned shirt and stared down at your feet. After a long moment, you heard the door open behind you.
Evidently you didnât look any less distressed than you felt. His quiet sigh met your ear as the door shut lightly and the lock turned. âOh, love, itâs fine,â he said gently, his footfalls echoing quietly in the small bathroom, closing the short distance across the tile floor between the two of you. Your whole body tensed as he wrapped his arms around your waist from behind, resting his forehead over the crown of your hair with a quiet chuckle. âItâs only a few drinks, it could happen to anyone.â
You shook your head, your shoulders shaking a little. Stupid, it was so stupid, but the words were already leaving your mouth before you could stop them. âOh, yeah, anyone.â You couldnât stop. You couldnât. He had a way of pulling all your insecurities to the surface that no one else did. You pulled your crossed arms tighter, staring down at the white floor tiles for a moment before shutting your eyes tightly, your voice shaking a little. âEspecially a dumb screw-up like meââ
âDonât do that.â His tone came out a little sharper with this, and your breath hitched audibly in your throat this time, your shoulders hunching as you clenched your eyes shut tighter, swallowing back the lump in your throat. As if to counter your stiff posture, he pulled his arms tighter around your waist, pulling you closer, his thumb rubbing lightly against your waist in a comforting manner. âDonât, sweetheart. Please.â
The warmth of his embrace already had you relaxing a little. Your shoulders slumped, your body leaning back against him, but your eyes were still burning when you opened them to stare down at the toes of your shoes.
âWas it the manager?â he asked gently, shifting behind you to rest his chin on your shoulder. âIf he was being an ass Iâll gladly kick his ass off the docks.â Your breath left your lungs in a slow, trembling sigh as you shook your head no, your gaze drifting down to his hand at your hip, still rubbing lightly against you, your lips curling into a fleeting smile at his offer. You knew you were being stupid, but⊠âThen whatâs wrong, love?â he asked, his voice a soft, comforting murmur in your ear.
âIâŠâ You drew in a deep breath, closing your eyes as he tilted his head so his cheek lay against your shoulder. âYâyouââ
You swallowed against the lump forming in your throat, drawing in a deep breath, trying and failing to steady the whirlwind of thoughts swirling through your mind, thoughts of how maybe this was all a lie, of how you werenât anything more than a silly little fling to him, how you werenât good enough, how easily you could be replaced.
You bit your lip, glancing down as his hand found yours, watching his fingers lace between your ownâŠand the breath left you in a slow, resigned sigh.
âItâs stupid,â you said quietly.
âIf itâs got you this upset, then itâs anything but stupid,â he countered, and you had to purse your lips tightly to keep them from curving into a small smile as you felt his press briefly against your cheek in a soft kiss. âAnd if itâs something Iâve doneââ
âNâno, you havenâtââ But how quickly you shook your head, how your shoulders tensed, betrayed your worries. âIâŠI justâŠâ You slowly relaxed once more as he squeezed you against him, his cheek nuzzling against your shoulder, his soft blonde hair tickling against your neck. Still unable to turn your head to meet his eyes, you bit the bullet and forced yourself to voice your worries. âYou have beautiful women making goo-goo eyes at you all day,â you said, keeping your voice low in an attempt to keep it steady. âIâI donâtâIâm notââ You bit your lip, your heart racing as you clenched your eyes shut, cursing yourself internally as you felt the tickle of a tear leaving your eye to trail down one of your cheeks. âY-you could have any girl you wanted. Lâlike that blonde that was hanging all over you while you were showing her the menu, orâorââ
âOh, sweetheartâŠâ You werenât quite able to mask the small sob that hitched in your chest as Sanji loosened his embraceâonly to gently place a hand on your hip, guiding you to turn around and face him, to pull you against his chest as you tried and failed to fight back tears. He gently shushed your quiet sobs and stammered apologies as he wrapped his arms around you fully, combing his fingers through your hair as he laid his head over yours. Your eyes remained clenched shut as you fought to control your breathing , as he pressed a tender, lingering kiss to your forehead.
Sanji lowered his head and nuzzled into your hair, holding you flush against him.
âI already have the girl I want. The perfect girl.â He pressed another tender kiss to your temple, murmuring against your skin, âI have her right here in my arms. And I hope,â he said, his tone turning a little playful as he shifted to rest his forehead against yours, âthat Iâll still have her tonight after dinner shift is over.â He brushed your hair behind your ear, smiling as he tilted his head to meet your gaze, puling a small smile to your lips as your cheeks grew a little warmer. âSo we can cuddle up together on the balconyâŠwatch the starsâŠlaugh at all the drunk idiots stumbling back to their boatsâŠâ
You could practically hear him smiling as a few soft giggles escaped you, as you finally leaned fully against him and returned his embrace, your arms wrapping around his torso as you buried your face against his chest.
âIâm sorry,â you sighed, relaxing against him. âIâŠIâm justâŠâ
âI know, love.â The way he called you âloveâ all but melted your heart now that you were calmed down, pulling a faint smile to your lips. âI know. You donât have anything to be sorry for. And if itâs any consolation, I was in the middle of telling that self-righteous blonde bimbo how my sweet, adorable, beautiful girlfriend would wring her neck if she kept putting her hands on meââ He chuckled as you whined in protest of his praise, tugging you closer and grinning, meeting your eyes without hesitation.
He lifted his hand to your face, his thumb brushing across your cheek, the warmth of his gaze holding yours.
âIââ
KNOCK KNOCK KNOCK.
You both jolted in alarm, your heads turning in unison toward the sound of the pounding on the bathroom door. Before you could so much as glance at each other, a gruff voice spoke up from behind the door.
âWeâre in the weeds, Eggplant!â Zeff called . âGet your scrawny ass to the kitchen! And bring your damned girlfriend, we need all the help we can get.â
A long moment of silence stretched between the two of you as you both stared at the closed bathroom door, before your gazes drifted slowly toward each other.
Before you were both giggling under your breath, as you buried your forehead against his chest, a broad smile spreading across your lips as you clung to him.
âI suppose weâve been summoned,â said Sanji, pulling back from you only enough to gaze down at you, still smiling. âShall we, then?â
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Hi, Everyone,
I'm sorry to ask again, but I'm still unemployed (a year now, due to health) with no income beyond selling off my belongings on Ebay. I've managed to get rent together this month but the rest of my bills and food and the like are still in a very dodgy area. If you have it to spare, I'd appreciate anything you're willing to help with. I dearly thank everyone who's helped keep me going these last several, very trying months and I hope my dumb little blog continues to bring you joy (I'm assuming on that part; you may hate-follow it, I dunno).
~ Madison
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Ask Comp 17/7
@shelbybunny asked: a note most people havent noticed from my observations: kanaya tied eridans cape around her stomach wound
Kanaya absorbs the fashion sense of anyone she slays. She's basically a goth Kirby.
@deshah asked: I have caught up on reading your live blog just as you reach one of my favorite action sequences! Kanaya is brilliant and I am so excited that you are reaching this point in her story. On an Aradia note: I think that you should listen to '(kind of) still alive' and 'Almost There' Aradia version (in that order) because feels. You have motivated me to listen to homestuck parodies again. Not to mention revisit my (many, many) homestuck crossovers⊠Thanks for the liveblog, it is so much fun! Also i saw your recommendation list was missing hemostuck which is just such a shame. I think it constitutes spoilers? Although it is very AU. That one is by roachpatrol and urbanAnchorite on ao3. Also! Space Bro by JumpingJackFlash, also on ao3 (definitely spoilers) there's even a song about that one! I hope these are okay to send? I'm not 100% on the etiquette. Anonymous asked: howdy wert! dunno if you answer stuff on this blog still but I figured it wasn't fit for the main one -- in your long break, did you check out any of the various media recommended to you? :0 (<- totally didn't recommend something and definitely isn't now wondering if you read/liked it, unlikely as it may be with the long list of recs)
I've added them all to the list! Feel free to recommend anything else, too - but I probably won't get to any Homestuck fics for a long time, since they're a bit of a spoiler minefield.
So far, the only recommendation I've followed up on was Hollow Knight - and I'm glad I did. I've played it, like, three times now. If your own recommendation isn't a Homestuck fic, let me know!
@segfaultvicta asked: i just found your liveblog and I've been doing nothing but reading it since. i have no idea if it's complete, if it's stalled out somewhere, or if it's ongoing, or when it started; i have deliberately kept all of this information from myself, i just hope that regardless of anything else your asks are still on so i can tell you how absolutely fucking MAGNIFICENT your analysis is and how much of a joy it's been to read. bravo. <3 @segfaultvicta asked: there are so many things that you're correctly understanding, or at least digging into at the right level and with the correct approach vector, that it took me MONTHS of puzzling out and later information to grok, and i'm good at this kind of nonsense. it's WILDLY impressive even if/when you are barking up the wrong cosmic apple tree. this liveblog continues to be an utter delight.
Hell yeah. Welcome to the show!
It's a great motivator, knowing that there are people having this much fun with the blog. Sometimes, on quiet days, I'll notice my notification counter is ticking up by a couple of notes a minute or so - and 90% of the time, that means someone's just discovered the blog, and they're binging the whole thing.
That's so cool, I don't even have the words! I look up to binge-worthy livebloggers!
Anonymous asked: Vriska really do be the kinda person who's like "I love a woman who can kick my ass." She probably only saw Kanaya as a potential matesprit after she proved herself powerful. Before that, she likely didn't view her as one because she saw her more like a harmless 'mcfussy fangs'.
You could have had it all, Vriska - if you'd only turned to look at her.
Truly, you are your own worst enemy.
Anonymous asked: I'd like to just adress the fact that Eridan, the troll who had 'aspirations' of killing every troll below him on the hemospectrum, only permanently killed the SINGLE troll that was above him on the hemospectrum. Good job, Ampora! ~DJ @manorinthewoods asked: It's comical how pathetic Eridan was. He seems to have power but it's always immensely fragile. Pathetic in life, pathetic in death, pathetic in ancestry. It's no surprise that his final step in the dance is to be sawed in two to prove Kanaya means business. ~LOSS (20/6/24)
Dude took more Ls than a Countdown contestant. Seeing Feferi confront him in the Bubbles is sure to be cathartic, and I, for one, cannot wait.
@manorinthewoods asked: Who the hek coded Trollian. ~LOSS (2/7/24)
That's Sahlee's endgame, naturally. My fic will be as self-fulfilling as Homestuck proper.
@bladekindeyewear asked: Quote you: "You Want An Auspistice? Then Iâll Give Your Legs Some Space From Your FUCKING TORSO" Funnily enough, on Andrew Hussie's ask blog back then, he ALSO jokingly described this well-justified murder as Kanaya auspisticizing between Eridan's upper and lower torso, after forcibly auspisticizing her way through the rest of the showdown members. "Putting Space between them" is a nice added pun of you though!
Hehe. I didn't originally intend to make an Aspect pun, but I noticed after I'd written it, and decided to leave it in.
Anonymous asked: "If the Bubbles do preserve doomed souls, then we might also run into [âŠ] the Jade he couldnât save. Thatâs a pair of ghosts Iâd be very interested to meet." Are we sure a doomed Incipisphere would have resulted in a doomed timeline on Earth for Jade to die in? Dave and Rose said as soon as John went off to die, they never heard from Jade OR THE TROLLS again. Karkat told John during ectobiology that Earth was a divorced temporal context from the kids' game outside of chat/timing convenience.
Yeah, I think there's a decent chance of that. It was weird that the stranded Future Jade never tried to contact her co-players, and one of the simplest answers was that she'd simply stopped existing. I live in hope, though!
@elkian asked: A really interesting thing I've noticed about Homestuck (lampshaded by Hussie's commentary) is how often the perspective switches away from fights, usually so smoothly or jokingly it's not obvious. I've heard the Hobbit/LotR books do something similar. We don't see Bro die, his opponent becomes unkillable by him and he's dead a few pages later. The Trolls' Black King, the Guardians' deaths, etc. It's a very interesting narrative choice. @elkian asked: belated followup to last ask ig - not sure what the given reason was but I think Hussie avoids showing us fights with foregone conclusions unless there's a good story reason. We know the trolls beat their BK before we even met all the trolls (and obscuring that fight lets Hussie pull fun things like the Bard of Rage reveal). Vriska vs Tavros was never in his favor, but it meant something for their character development so we saw it, etc.
Yeah, I really liked how this was done with Bro, specifically.
Cutting away from this confrontation highlighted how completely pointless it would be to depict it. We all know what happened here, and seeing it happen would give us no new information. Bro, like any mortal, was instantly one-tapped.
Besides - we saw the end of that fight.
It ended right here.
Anonymous asked: its funny how dd, the character associated with diamonds, is textually implied to be jackâs moirail âlousy dignitary, keeping your murderous tendencies in checkâ Anonymous asked: I feel like you probably noticed this and just didn't say anything, but it's still so hilarious to me how clear it is that Andrew Hussie knew exactly what he was doing showing us the walkie-talkie scene just now with DD and his diamond card suit symbol "keeping [Jack's] murderous impulses in check"!
Damn, I actually didn't pick up on that. It's consistent with the rest of the Crew, though - Hearts is a romantic shipper, and Slick is all about hate. It seems CD is destined to become a mediator.
@mhafanlol2000 asked: What do you think LE looks like?
Occam's Razor would suggest he's a Felt creature - but since Jade would be 'terrified' by his true name, I suspect he's actually someone we've already heard of. After all, Jade would have no reason to be terrified of a name she doesn't recognize.
Anonymous asked: what if sburb is modded minecraft
tired: joining the wertsearch gigasession wired: joining the wertsearch minecraft server
Anonymous asked: Oh yeah we've all be there, I remember one time I got really obsessed with tinkercraft, not cause of the actual crafting system, but because of the furnace, and decided I Must build a furnace from bedroom to build height and fill it up
Update: I've built two nuclear reactors so far, for fusion and fission respectively. Between them, they produce a gargantuan amount of power, but that's only secondary to their main function - namely, antimatter production. Once I get that sorted out, we'll be, like, 5% of the way to the AllTheMods Star, which will finally allow me to make Creative Mode items.
Then we're starting on the Gregstar. If you don't know about the Gregstar, you don't want to know about the Gregstar.
#asks#full liveblog#act 5.2#there are two more larger asks i don't have time to do tonight#one is an enormous and REALLY good ask about kismessitude#and the other is a compilation of a dozen or so smaller quadrant asks where I give my general thoughts about how quadrants are portrayed#we'll get to em!
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