#[ a little oral to start with cause why tf not ]

[callmelola111]

guilty conscience ☆ part four

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synopsis: it’s your first year at college and you’re 1,500 miles away from home. you’d feel completely alone if it wasn't for your attractive roommate ellie. will this attraction complicate the already uncharted territory? or will she be the answer to all your problems?

      |✯| pairing & wc: college!ellie williams x roommate!reader. wc: 3.2k

      |✯| cw (by part): 18+ themes (MDNI), fem reader, SMUT (18+ ONLY), modern au!ellie, HEAVY ANGST, frequent swearing, sexual tension, cat lol, fingering (r receiving), oral (r recieving), kinda nipple play, dom!ellie, sub!reader, public-ish sex, ellie is a cheater cheater pumpkin eater (i think thats it but lmk if i missed anything)

a/n: honestly was getting fed up with myself writing this part. like goddamn bitch can we get a happy ending already? so much angst and drama from ellie that you might just wanna beat her tf up. it gets so slutty though and i love it. i hope this is feeds the ache for y'all, lmk cause this is my first attempt at smut!! anyways, thanks 4 the support and much love from me to you <;3

After that special night with Ellie, you realized there was no more ignoring the situation at hand. She left you feeling empty just as quick as she had made you feel full. And you cared so much for her, despite the fact. No matter how much you wanted to stand your ground, your mind always got stuck on the possibilities. The possibility that Ellie was feeling everything you were… The possibility that there was a happy ending in sight… The possibility that Cat meant nothing.

With all these feelings circling your mind, you felt too biased to make the right decision when it came to her. You decided it was time to tell Dina. You quickly picked up your phone and gave her a call, inviting her out to coffee. Thankfully Dina offered to drive, as you were still stranded at Ellie’s bandmates place. 10 minutes later, she was out front honking. 

Dina greeted you with a squeal, “Hiii love!! I missed you!”

Before you could reciprocate her greeting she spoke again, “Wait who’s house is this? How was last night? Oh my god Y/n, did you hook up with someone?? Pleaseee tell me!!” Dina’s thoughts were going 100 mph trying to guess the context of this little rendezvous. 

“That’s why I asked you to coffee. Trust me, I’m going to explain everything.” Your mysterious answer left Dina even more intrigued. The both of you arrived at the coffee shop, ordered your drinks, and took a seat at a little table in the corner. 

“Soooo… TELL ME ALREADY,” Dina exclaimed impatiently as you fidgeted in your seat not even sure where to start. You stared through the shop window at nothing in particular as you mulled over the timeline of Ellie and you. Dina could see the cogs in your brain turning and knew this conversation was going to be about more than a silly little one night stand. You finally spoke 3 words, “it’s about Ellie.”

“Ellie? God I should’ve known, I’m literally your best friend!!”

“It's fine D, I’ve been pretty radio silent about my love life on purpose. See, it’s much more complicated. Like a gut wrenching, sick and twisted, WLW heartbreak kind of complicated. How long can you stay and talk?”

“I’m all yours babe, give me every last detail. I'm serious,” Dina urged. So, you did. The debrief took a total of 3 hours and 2 iced coffees to get through. It felt so good getting everything off your chest. 

Dina gave you just the right advice too, “Communication is key.” You knew it was stupid but talking about it upfront was the last thing you had thought to do. It seemed too scary to face Ellie like that, but you knew it was the right choice. Sure it was hard dealing with these feelings and you wanted answers, but you also lived with this girl. You owed it to yourself and to her to figure out this bullshit. You didn’t want to be in a constant state of tension and resentment every time the two of you had to be around each other (which was all the time).

After a morning well spent, you and Dina said your goodbyes and she dropped you back off at your dorm. You walked through the front doors and swiped your student ID to access the elevator. You leaned against the cold, metal walls as you brainstormed how to approach Ellie. You had a good idea of what to say up until you were opening the door and coming face to face with her. She made you forget everything. But, despite your blank mind, you were determined.

“Ellie, we need to talk, seriously.” You tried to assert yourself, but your breaths were shaky from nerves. Ellie looked up from her desk nonchalantly and gave you a blank stare like she had no idea what you were talking about. This really pissed you off.

“Don’t give me that fucking look Ellie, you know exactly what I’m talking about. How could you just leave me like that?”

“Hey relax, it’s not like that.” she stood up and answered calmly, which made you want to slap her even more. Ellie could put on a game face better than she could ever be vulnerable. No matter the damage her lack of honesty caused.

“It’s not like that? Be real with yourself for one fucking second Ellie.” 

“Fuck you bro, I don’t need this shit.” she retaliated, not meaning a word she spat out.

“FUCK YOU!” you shouted, moving into her space. Instead of moving back, Ellie stayed right there with you, standing her ground. You felt the heat of her body against yours and an erotic sensation growing between your legs. Your eyes began to glaze over with tears of desperation, she had this unexplained power over you.

“Ellie, I- I can’t keep doing this with you.”

“Can’t keep doing what?” she asked. It’s like Ellie needed you to admit it first before she could even acknowledge it on her own. She longed to hear your passionate confessions and anguished pleas.

“I can’t keep beating around the bush with you. I like you Ellie and it’s driving me fucking crazy because you act like you could care less. You taunt me with your stupid sexy charm and stupid flirty touch just to run right back to Cat. But right here, right now, you can’t deny the tension between us. I need you Ellie.” Tears began to stream down your face and you wiped them away with haste. A beat of loud silence echoed through the room before Ellie finally answered.

“I don’t mean to tease, but there’s just so much at stake when it comes to me and you. Can't you see? I know I’m a piece of shit. I mean, here I am with a perfectly fine girlfriend, yet inches away from my roommate, hardly able to resist her touch.”

“Then don't Ellie. Forget about everyone and please just kiss me.” You were practically begging, it was so pitiful. Ellie placed a hand to your shoulder and shoved you against the wall.

“God Y/n just STOP IT!” 

You melted under her agonizing touch, “W-why not me?” You stuttered and took in  her hot breaths that hit your face as she panted through her frustration. It wasn’t much longer till the two of you could no longer restrain.

Ellie stared at her dirty converse to avoid your pleading eyes, “I just can’t, I can’t cheat. I'm not a cheater.” She was shaking her head profusely as if to rid her mind of the lustful thoughts that consumed her. She wanted you so bad it hurt. You took her face in your hands and lifted her gaze to yours in a last attempt.

“Ellie-,” you gasped, as the aching became unbearable. You’d surrender to her touch right now if she only asked. As Ellie looked back at you, she wished Cat didn’t exist, you were all she ever wanted and you were right there. She just had to say the words and you’d be hers.

Ellie’s head fell into the crook of your neck in desperation. Her hands moved up and down your clothed body searching for some sort of release. 

“Ellie please, I need you.” you whimpered into her ear. The vibrations sent a shiver of pleasure down her spine and just like that she snapped. All her morals disappeared as she found your wrist and grasped it firmly, leading your hand to the waistband of your pants.

She whispered back, “show me.” With her permission your hand darted down to the ache. You slid your fingers through the mess Ellie invoked with just her words before stopping on the big ball of nerves that begged to be touched. 

Before you could ease the yearning down below, Ellie interrupts, “I said show me.” A smirk grew upon her face as she watched you discern the meaning of her risky comment. You retrieved your fingers in obedience to Ellie and were prepared to do whatever else she asked.

Immediately, Ellie took your sticky fingers and brought them to her plump lips. Slowly she planted kisses from the tips of your digits down to your knuckles. It felt like a dream. Of course, Ellie knew she should stop, but when her freckled nose caught the sweet smell of your juices she dreamed of tasting them too. 

“Put your hands back in your pants.” she demanded with agency. Back inside they went, fingers quick to locate your empty hole. You couldn’t take it, your middle finger gently slid in and a breath escaped your open mouth. You shut your eyes and an in-and-out rhythm ensued. Ellie grew wet herself as she watched you writhe with pleasure. She couldn’t help but tell you.

“I love watching you touch yourself like that.” Her comment evoked a strained moan from your lips as you imagined her fingers inside instead of your own. Ellie cupped her cunt, trying to fight her infidelity but failing miserably.

“Can I see your fingers again please? I- I wanna taste it.”

“Need me that bad?” you teased, like you hadn’t been dreaming of this moment for ages. But Ellie had no time for games and took matters into her own hands. She captured your fingers herself. Her tongue flattened to the length of them before her mouth completely closed in on the treat. She sucked with vigor until your flavor dissipated.

“Tastes so good” she hummed, eyes blown out with pleasure. 

“How about you really taste it?” you taunted. The twisted and erotic nature of the interaction left you in a trance. 

“You know I can’t Y/n. It- It would be wrong.” Ellie spoke as if sucking your roommates slick right off her fingers wasn’t just as much of a betrayal as any sexual act. At this point morals felt so out of the question but your words from nights before continued to repeat in her head.

“Me? Mess it up for you? Don’t worry Ellie, you can do that all on your own, believe me.”

She was at odds with herself, not knowing whether to dive in head first or run away while she could. 

“Please Ellie, I need you inside me.” you begged. She brushed the back of her hand down your face apologetically and planted a kiss on your forehead.

A single tear fell as she said, “I just can’t do this. I have to go,” and turned towards the door. Ellie disappeared out of the room and you sunk to the floor, defeated once more. I guess old habits really do die hard. 

After Ellie left, she didn’t show back up to your dorm for the next 3 days. At first you were pissed off and hurt, but the longer she was gone, the more that bitterness turned into worry. She became the only thing on your mind. You had tried calling and texting but to no avail. Out of desperation, you even decided to ask Cat in class. Dina supervised from afar as you confronted her.

“Cat, I know you don’t like me, but can I please just ask you something,” you said with hesitance.

“Great observation! You’re right, I don’t like you. Now, what do you want?” she snapped.

“It’s about Ellie, I haven't seen her in 3 days and I’m really worried. Do you know where she is?” Cat paused to think before she gave you an answer.

“She’s been staying at my place. Is there a problem? I mean, I am her girlfriend,” she scoffed. Truthfully, Cat hadn’t seen Ellie for the past 3 days either but God forbid she let you find that out. She didn’t want you thinking you had any sort of chance with her girlfriend now that she seemed to be getting iced out too.

Of course, her plan worked just how she wanted and you were just about ready to give up on Ellie. You walked back to your dorm dragging your feet hopelessly. When you arrived you were greeted by none other than the girl who’d been fueling your worry.

“Ellie? What the fuck. What are you doing here?”

“I mean, I live here right?” she answered while rummaging through her things. Here she goes again, pissing you off like usual.

“I thought you did too until you went awol for 3 whole days without saying a thing. If you wanna stay with Cat that bad just tell me. I don’t need you sparing my feelings. You’ve already done enough.” Your anger spoke for you and Ellie was baffled.

“Cat? What makes you say that? I’ve been at my parents this whole time.”

You snapped, “Don't lie to me Ellie, I know you were at her place. If you love Cat so much, just be with her and leave me the fuck alone.” Ellie then grabbed her guitar and slinged on a backpack.

“Fine, I will leave you alone. I have a show to be at anyways.” And just like that, gone again.

You replayed the past hour in your head and considered the fact that maybe Ellie was telling the truth. Cat was never known to be a saint, so her lying all of the sudden seemed likely. This time, instead of waiting for Ellie to come back around, you decided to chase after her.

You quickly threw on a revenge outfit and put on some mascara. You stared in the mirror at your black mini skirt and tight crop top. You couldn’t deny it, you looked fucking hot. The peak in confidence pushed you right out the door and to the venue of Ellie’s show.

When you arrived her band was already on stage playing. You realized this was your first time ever hearing them together and decided to really soak it in. Ellie looked so happy doing what she loved despite all the drama happening off stage. She was even better than you thought. You watched as she plucked the strings and bobbed her head along with the beat. You hated how much it turned you on. The tattoo you loved so much was on full display and her arm muscles flexed with each chord. She’d occasionally bite her bottom lip in concentration and it drove you wild. Her set finally finished and you were more than pleased, mentally and physically. Ellie got off stage and you quickly ran after, shouting her name.

“Hey can we talk please? I wanna say sorry.” you explained.

“Fine, come with me to the bathroom, it’s quieter there.” She grabbed your hand and led you. You pushed yourself up to sit on the marble counters that housed the sinks. Ellie looked you up and down, waiting for you to speak. She took note of how good you looked before frantically spewing an apology.

“I’m sorry for accusing you of lying. I was stupid and asked Cat if she had seen you recently. Of course she told me you’d been with her and I blindly believed.” 

She seemed to be listening so you continued your ranting, “I really hate to fight Els. I miss having fun with you. I wanna move on from everything and just be happy. Together, me and you.” You looked up to flash her some puppy dog eyes when you noticed her attention being diverted.

No matter how hard Ellie wanted to pay attention to what you had to say, she couldn’t help but stare up your skirt. Your positioning on the counter gave her the perfect sneak peek of the space between your legs. Once you had caught on to her pervy behavior Ellie fumbled to save face.

“Shit sorry um, I was just, uh, you have cute panties.” She then flashed you a sideways smile trying to make up for that dumpster fire of a “save”.

“You don’t have to apologize, Els.” A cocky look spread across your face and Ellie recognized what game you were playing.

“Well then I’d just like to say, the wet spot on them is even cuter.” Your face turned hot as you registered the fact that the same girl who made you soak through your panties was about to be the one to take them off.

Ellie slotted herself between your knees as you sat on the counter. Shock turned to hunger in a matter of seconds as you practically consumed each other. Her mouth engulfed yours as if there was no need for air. You desperately clung to her body, using your legs to pull in closer. Ellie grabbed at your chest as she slipped her wet tongue into your desperate kiss. You gasped into her mouth when she found your nipples through the thin fabric of your top. She twisted them with power before removing your shirt completely. Ellie separated from your mouth for just a split second to admire the beauty before her.

“You’re fucking gorgeous,” she gushed and then used both hands to push your legs apart. Your cunt was on full display through the soaked fabric, your skirt bunched up around your hips. Ellie used her calloused fingers to trace the delicate folds peeking from the cloth and you jolted as she brushed past your sensitive spot. She hooked into your panties to scootch the fabric to the side before you suddenly interrupted.

“Ellieeee, we’re in a public bathroom.” She pouted at you with desperation. Ellie needed you now. Out of pure impulse, she grabbed you by the hips, hands cupping your ass, and stumbled with you into the big stall. 

“Take them off” she demanded. You seductively slipped the pink, lace thong you were wearing down to your ankles. The cold air alone on your exposed folds was enough to send a sensation through your body. Ellie retrieved your littered painties and shoved them into her pocket for “safe keeping”. She remained on her knees in the tight bathroom stall and began planting kisses on your inner thighs. These kisses turned into small bites as the shared arousal became overwhelming to your senses.

Ellie eventually found her way to right where you wanted her. Her fingers spread you apart taking mental note of each delicate fold. You gasped in pleasure, as if to urge her to continue. The wet sensation of her tongue finally met your aching clit and a sultry moan escaped your lips. Your opening clenched at the contact as she coached you through the bliss that was her mouth.

“I know it feels good but you gotta be quiet for me baby. Just breathe.” You had barely gotten the hang of keeping calm before her fingers dove in to give you twice as much satisfaction.

You gripped Ellie’s forearm for support as she twisted in and out of your throbbing cunt. She was determined to make you feel good. She needed to make up for her bad behavior.

With that thought in mind, she dove back in with her mouth followed by the curling of her fingers inside you. You couldn’t help but screech and Ellie quickly shot a hand up to cover your mouth. So goddamn noisy. As she continued, you inched closer and closer to the precipice of an orgasm.

The bathroom brimmed with the wet sounds of Ellie’s tongue lapping you up, her fingers assaulting your hole, and the moans she did her best to muffle. But, suddenly, those weren’t the only sounds that filled the room.

“Ellie? Baby, is that you?”

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Broken (Randy Meeks x Fem!Reader with Vaginismus)

PLEASE READ: Guys I’m super proud to announce I’ve written my first vaginismus friendly smut (with none other than Scream’s Randy Meeks)!!!!! For those of you that don’t know, vaginismus is a disorder where the pelvic floor muscles involuntary contract which makes vaginal (and often anal) penetration painful at best and impossible at worst. This is a condition I’ve struggled with for YEARS and have used reading and writing smut with penetration to cope and live out those fantasies that I can’t have irl (I’ve recently started treatment and am about to start pelvic floor physical therapy so hopefully I can have sex with my long distance gf this summer lol). I wanted to write this for my fellow AFABs with vaginismus (or really anyone who’s interested in reading it and/or learning more) and I just watched the newest Scream movie and have started hyperfixating on the whole franchise again and am FERALLY horny for Randy so um… here this is ig?

Description: Sidney, Billy, Tatum, and Stu are talking about their sex lives which makes Randy and Y/N feel a bit insecure due to being the virgins of the group… though the reason runs a bit deeper for Y/N. (Also the murders don’t happen in this story which means Maureen Prescott is alive and well and since yk cause and effect therefore Sidney doesn’t have issues with intimacy like she does in the film so her and Billy are sexually active so um ya) Randy and reader are clearly in love with each other but everyone can tell but them lol.

Content/warnings: both smut and fluff (kinda hurt/comfort). mentions of penetration but none included. mentions of vaginismus. handjobs and coochie touching (how tf else do i describe it cuz it’s not fingering???). oral (both AFAB and AMAB receiving). innocence kink, hair pulling, slight begging. Randy worshipping your body lmao. not proofread cuz it’s 6am.

Word count: 2k

It was a normal day at Woodsboro High School, just six best friends talking and laughing as per usual; Sidney laying in Billy’s lap, Stu with his arm around Tatum, and you and Randy sitting awkwardly off to the side, both oblivious to the way you’re mutually trying to move oh so subtly closer to each other to the point that Randy’s body is nearly touching yours.

“Hey, Tate,” Sidney speaks up, “where were you guys last night? The four of us went out and tried to reach you two but didn’t get an answer.”

“Stu and I were… busy,” Tatum says with a blush, biting her lip.

“Oh yeah we were!” Stu laughs, pulling Tatum closer and sticking his tongue out teasingly.

“Oh God, gross,” Randy groans, rolling his eyes.

“Hey, it’s no biggie, right Sid?” Billy flinches as Sidney lightly hits his arm at his comment, now blushing herself. “It’s natural, we all do it. It’s not our fault you’re a virgin-”

“C’mon Billy, don’t be a dick,” Tatum sighs, “Randy’s just a little more shy than the rest of us. Nothing wrong with that.”

No one had picked up on the fact that you had been uncomfortably silent this whole conversation. No one but Randy at least.

“I-I should probably get going, you guys,” you mutter, picking up your stuff and turning to walk away, attempting to hold back the tears forming in your eyes. “Don’t wanna be late to class. See you guys later?”

“Yeah, see you later Y/N!” Tatum says with a sweet smile before turning to the others after you’d left. “What the hell was that about?”

Randy was wondering the same thing, which is why he went out of his way to find you after class while the others met up at Tatum’s locker.

“Hey, Y/N, wait up!”

“Oh, hey Randy!” you smile at your crush, pleasantly surprised to see him, “what’s up?”

“I, uh, just wanted to check in on you. You seemed a little off today at lunch. You okay?”

“Yeah…” you reply, though your tone of voice betrays you and Randy can see your demeanor become more closed off. “I’m all good.”

“Okay, cool,” Randy says, not quite believing you but also not wanting to pry. “Do you wanna come over to my place for a bit?”

You blush a bit, excited at the fact that Randy wanted to spend more time with you one on one. “Yeah, I’d really love that!”

You sit in silence for a couple minutes in the car. Usually with Randy the silence is more comfortable rather than awkward, but not today, as he could tell that there was something wrong.

“Look, I know it gets a little awkward when they talk about the sex stuff, particularly Stu with how vulgar he gets. Trust me, I get it, especially being the only virgin of the group,” he says with a forced, shameful smile.

“Yeah, about that…” you sigh awkwardly, nervously scratching your neck.

“Wait, what?”

You shake your head. “Nevermind. Forget it.”

“No, tell me Y/N,” Randy replies, sheepishly placing a hand on your knee which activates something inside of you. “What’s up, for real this time?”

“Well…” you trail off, slightly shocked that you’re getting into this with your best friend who happens to double as the boy of your dreams. “I’m a virgin too, you know.”

“Very funny, Y/N,” Randy chuckles, brushing off your comment.

You laugh a bit in response. “What, is that so shocking? You calling me a slut, Meeks?”

“Oh my God, no! I didn’t mean to-” Randy stutters turning beet red, “I mean, fuck… you’re gorgeous. I would’ve never thought… I’m sorry.”

“Hey, I was just joking, don’t worry! I didn’t actually think you were saying that,” you giggle. “And seriously, have you ever seen me talk about sex with the rest of them?”

“I guess not, now that you mention it…” Randy shakes his head. “But I guess I just figured that was because unlike the others you aren’t in a relationship. I just never imagined you would- I mean look at me, it’s kind of obvious, but look at you,” Randy can hardly keep his eyes on the road as he turns to admire you, his gaze lingering on your lips. “I mean, surely you’ve had the chance.”

“I mean I have, and it’s not that I haven’t done some things, it’s just…” you shake your head.

“Hey, s’okay,” Randy says, slowly rubbing circles on your knee with his thumb, causing a growing wetness between your legs and butterflies in your stomach, “you don’t have to tell me anything you don’t want to.”

“No, I think I actually do want to. It’s just I have this… condition.” Randy’s eyebrow quirks up in curiosity. “I just, I can’t have sex. Or, well, not sex sex, as society thinks of it. The muscles down there just… tense up. Nothing can go in. So no sex, no fingering, no tampons. It’s fucking miserable.” You laugh uncomfortably, trying to lighten the mood. “Oh my God, I can’t believe I’m telling my guy best friend about my broken vagina!”

“Hey!” Randy speaks up, “don’t say that. You’re not broken. And any guy who’s bothered by this condition is a piece of shit who doesn’t deserve you.”

“I know, I guess. It’s just hard, when the others talk about their great, perfect sex lives all the time and I just feel like I’m sort of defective. And even you, I mean, sure you haven’t had sex but you’re at least physically capable of it.”

“Yeah, just not socially,” Randy chuckles. “Not one girl wants to have sex with me.”

“Or more, the one that does physically can’t,” you mutter under your breath.

“What was that?” Randy asks, locking eyes with you as he pulls into the driveway.

“N-nothing,” you stutter, taken aback as he leans over and presses his lips to yours.

You’re a bit shocked at first, albeit in a good way, but soon grasp what’s happening and passionately kiss him back, knotting your hands in his hair and lightly pulling which causes him to moan softly in your mouth. He pulls away, a string of saliva connecting you.

“I don’t care if I can’t be inside of you. You’re perfect the way you are, and you’re not broken. Fuck anyone who says otherwise. I don’t give a shit what we can or can’t do, I’m going to make you feel so good,” he looks down sheepishly, surprised at his sudden confidence, “with your consent, of course.”

You roll your eyes playfully. “Of course I consent, doofus! Have you seriously not noticed me nearly soaking through my panties for you for months now?”

“In that case,” Randy says, giving you another small peck. “You’re mine tonight.”

He leads you into his house where luckily his family is gone, opening the door for you with a “m’lady,” which makes you giggle and blush before taking your hand and leading you up to his bedroom.

“Just tell me if there’s anything you don’t want to do, and stop me if you feel uncomfortable, mkay?” Randy asks, running his hands up and down your body and you nod.

You couldn’t help but find yourself attracted to Randy’s innocence. Sure, you were technically a virgin, but had done other stuff with guys before, most of which who left because you wouldn’t (or more, couldn’t) put out. But Randy on the other hand had never even been touched by a woman before. Something about that was incredibly sexy.

He looks at you for permission to which you nod before he pulls your shirt up over your head, admiring your breasts in your lacy bra. You unhook your bra as Randy talks off his own shirt and takes in the beautiful sight of your bare chest, eyes widening.

“Oh my fucking God…” he whispers, awestruck by your voluptuous breasts, taking them into his hand and lightly pinching your nipples, making you whine in pleasure.

Randy meets your eyes with a newfound confidence you’ve never seen in him before. “You’re so fucking horny for me, aren’t you babygirl?”

You nod sheepishly, blushing. “I need you so badly Randy.”

He takes your left breast into his mouth, swirling his tongue around your nipple which draws a couple lewd moans out of your mouth before switching to the right one. This continues for a couple moments before you pause him.

“Randy, stop,” you say, pulling his mouth away from your tits.

“What’s up?” he asks, saliva hanging from his lips, “did I do something wrong?”

You shake your head. “No. It’s just you deserve to feel good too.”

“O-okay,” he mutters shyly as you start to unbuckle his belt and pull his pants down before removing your own, leaving you both in your underwear.

You start to palm him through his patterned boxers, eliciting soft groans of ecstasy from him.

“That feel good?” you ask.

“Y-yes,” Randy sighs, head falling back in pleasure. You look at him for permission before unleashing his cock from his boxers and slowly massaging the length of it as he bites his lip from the sensation.

“F-fuck, more,” he moans as you speed up.

“If you insist,” you say with a smirk, taking him into your mouth and sucking lightly.

You begin to take him deeper into your throat, generously licking and sucking his shaft as he moans and whimpers with pleasure. He wraps his fingers in your hair, gently tugging which only arouses you more. Due to his inexperience, it isn’t long before he cums down your throat with a loud moan of relief.

“Holy fuck,” Randy pants. “You were amazing at that. Now if you don’t mind, it’s my turn to return the favor,” he says with a cheesy wink.

Randy kisses his way up and down your body before focusing once again on your plentiful chest, licking and sucking your tits which causes you to whimper out his name.

“Randy?” you whine.

“Yes babygirl?”

“My-my pussy needs you.”

“Oh, good girl,” he purrs, “telling me what you want.” He reaches down suddenly, rubbing torturously slow circles into your clit through your panties.

After a couple minutes of you begging, he slowly removes your panties, continuing to massage your clit.

Damn, you think, for having literally no experience, he sure knows his way around a clitoris.

Randy once again looks at you for permission before laying you down on his bed and spreading your legs, eagerly putting his face between them.

“You sure you want this?”

“Yes, fuck, just please Randy!”

Your consent is all he needs before he’s shoving his face in your pussy, licking a stripe up your folds before sucking and licking your throbbing clit.

You can barely stand the pleasure as Randy licks up and down your vulva, sucking harshly on your clit. His mouth is so warm and wet on you, it sends you into waves of ecstasy you’ve never felt before. You feel your orgasm fast approaching as Randy devours your aching clit and throw your head back in pleasure.

“Randy! Fuck, I’m close!”

He barely removes his mouth from you, keeping his tongue on your sensitive nub as he demands “cum for me,” the vibration of his voice on your pussy sending you over the edge.

You cum hard on his tongue, overtaken by the sweet relief. Randy pulls you back up from the bed where you can barely move from how good he made you feel so that you’re both sitting up facing each other, both still naked.

“Did I do okay for my first time?” he asks.

“You did perfect!” you reassure him, kissing him sweetly.

“Hey, we may not have been able to take each other’s virginity yet…” you say, “but how does eventually sound to you?”

His face lights up with joy. “Do you mean-”

“Yeah, Randy. I want you to be my boyfriend. I’ve liked you since I first met you.”

“I’d love that,” he smiles, kissing you again.

The two of you spend the night kissing, cuddling, and watching (and critiquing) horror movies until you fall asleep in Randy’s arms, dreaming of doing it all again the next day.

[poxsonmenace]

😏 ( ash couldn't resist )

MEME | ACCEPTING

😏 For a drabble of a sex scene between or muses.

How her breath was LIKE a purred caress AGAINST seashell ears, her heartbeat THROBBING beneath LITHE FINGERTIPS, as he brushed her blouse ASIDE to expose the bare flesh. “—So flush,��� cooed he, thatIRISH drawl ever PROMINENT, steps CARRYING her backwards UNTIL she HIT the desk. “LIKE A LITTLE KITTEN IN heat,” a wry TWIST to HISmouth, and madness IN H I S eyes, for he knew he was about to take what he wanted. And much LIKE the sexual panther she was, she tore at HIS clothesJ U S T as he tore hers IN turn; each desperate and hungry for the mere touch OF smooth SKIN beneath one another’s eagerness. No patch went unexplored by L I P S or tongue, not teeth nor N A I L S EITHER, and wherever pleasure be felt, sound was made.Her slender SPINE marked the surface OF HIS desk, and her knees were parted on HIS command, and held taut IN H I S GRIP, as that very tongue OF HIS declared OWNERSHIP over a far more INTIMATE area. Oh how she SQUIRMED LIKE A LITTLE VIRGIN who never knew what IT was to becaressed. To be loved… to be fucked. He would soon change that, andshe would no doubt learn J U S T whom she belonged to IN T H I S very moment. 

[ @beautycorrupt ]

[sy-ae]

“It’s okay love, you can take it.”

Sniffling you nodded with your now teary eyes

A part of Taehyung wanted to ask if you wanted to stop here but the other part of him wanted to be selfish and keep going. He had waited so long to have you like this. Being split by his dick yet he remembers it like yesterday when you first told him that you wanted to wait till marriage. You were nervously biting your lip with your head down, staring at him with doe eyes. He loved you, he understand and respected your decision. Seriously he respected it and it did spark interest in him when you mentioned something along the lines “That doesn’t mean we can’t try other things! Trust me it’ll be fun?” He still remembers how near the end of your sentence your voice had started dying down, anxiety evident. There was no way he wouldn’t respect your decision. In fact he thought it would be easier and maybe even more fun to see and try these ‘other things’ with you. but fuck, he was wrong. The way you made him. It started off small with a handjob & headjob but then when he asked to ‘return the favour’ u were hesitant saying ‘’Mmm actually it’s okay Tae. I don’t want Oral😅”. That made him anxious. Why? Why not? Are you not comfortable enough to show him yourself yet? Did he give you the ick?- his train of anxiety was cut off with “But mm if your comfortable”

Silence

He nodded his head. Signalling you to continue

“Can I-“

“Try”

“Riding your thigh?” You said it fast and he can swear if he hadn’t heard you, you wouldn’t have repeated yourself cause your cheeks had turned pick. Fuck, so cute. You looked so innocent, if this turns you pink what would happen when he fucks his duck into you fuckk are you actually going to ride his thigh?!. Taehyung is a simple man showing his love through soft actions especially in bed. How tf does thigh riding even work?

“Please?” Fuck, no way was he letting this opportunity go. Him and his dick will have to figure it out. Wait is dick even required here?-

“Tae?” You were lip biting again, his dumbass had made you nervous by not responding FUCK TAEHYUNG PULL YOURSELF TOGETHER

“Of c-“

“Actually never mind, sorry. it’s okay if you think it’s weird” what? WHAT?? NO

You had started mumbling and getting off the floor NONONONONO

Grabbing ur waist and placing you on his lap “Baby, please, ride my thigh”

“Tae-” you had buried you face in his neck

“I need you to ride my thigh”

“Taehyung-”

“I need to hear your moans too please. I need to see you in pleasure too please, I’ll die” both of you letting out a little giggle at his over dramatic self

“I love Tae, I really do” connecting your foreheads, eyes closed. He had seen it in movies heck, he had done it before but with you it was different. With you everything is different. It feels like he is the main character in the romance movie he watched.

“It’s scary” you finished. He chuckled at that, you had taken your time saying the L Word to him but it was worth it. Everytime you say it now it IS worth it.

“I love you more” because he is sure he does.

“Now seriously, ride my thigh” doing his signature smirk and wiggles his eyebrows like an idiot he could tell, it had eased you a bit. you nodded and sat on one thigh.

“If at any point you need me to stop, tell me ASAP okay?”

“Shouldn’t I be saying that as the man in the relationship?”

“Haha, I trust you enough to know you would”

“As do I”

Connecting your lips, grabbing his neck you started rocking slightly. So minor that at first he was confused as to how this would please you but he focussed on the kiss. Whatever made you feel good he could do it.

Grabbing the back of your head he deepened the kiss, sliding his tongue connecting your saliva.

Butterflies

“MmhM taee” you had pulled away from his mouth the instant that blessing of a whimper like moan slipped your lips.

Reconnecting your heads you had now picked up the pace. Sliding up and down his thigh. Fuck, now he could feel you. The way you were opening. The way you were twitching and tightening.

“Ahmmm, taeeeehyung-a, You-you okay?” OKAY?! HE WAS BETTER THAN OKAY

FUCK FUCK FUCK he couldn’t help him self. He reconnect your lips this time hovering yet SLIGHTLY touching your body, asking for your consent non-verbally. When you didn’t object he got more confident sliding his hand from your abdomen to your breasts.

“Ahh fuck taehyung , thank you”

Omg he was gonna lose it. He actually hadn’t done anything, in fact, he had barely touched you so what were you thanking him for. He did not fucking know but he would make sure he EARNED that ThankU.

Adding more pressure and this time properly touching your chest he again slid his hand like the first time but this time under your shirt. Upon reaching your chest he moulded them together first testing. Trying to find the way you enjoyed it the most. Then groping, grabbing and squishing them not too hard but not too soft just right.

At this point you were shirtless and he couldn’t help but ask

“Can I please mark you? Let me mark you baby. Show everyone signs of me. Of us. Being together?”

“Mhmph mmhm” the mmhm, head nodded and increase in speed told him what he needed to know.

Reaching towards your chest he put your bud into his mouth. Sucking the skin and hearing your shy but not so quiet

“AhMMmmM” fuck he wasn’t letting go of your chest from now on

starting from your chest he worked his way up to the back of your left ear leaving small, then bigger marks all over.

He could feel himself so erect it wasn’t even funny. But your face contoured with pleasure, your little whimpers and moans was better than anything. He could handle this.

And he did till you came

The first time you did it

Then again the 3 times you had ridden his thigh. But FUCK by the 4rd time he needed to feel you. ANYWAY AT ALL HE NEEDED TO SEE YOU FEEL YOU. For you to feel him.

So he bought it up. He wasn’t sure what ur reaction would be but he wasn’t expecting it to be

“ okay, let’s try this instead? Haha” that awkward giggle was sus

And fuck no wonder it was sus

You showed him a video

A video of a dick sliding through the flaps and rubbing the girl. Both the male and female were feeling pleasure and it looked like it would be an amazing substitute instead of proper penetration

Tae was older than you. Had he always been this clueless? But he has more experience than you, clearly? Maybe he’s been too vanilla?

“Fuck yes please. Let’s try it baby”

“Okay:)”

Fuck he wants to ruin that smile-

Sorry guys, I didn’t proof read it:p

[whataperfectwasteoftime]

Born to Run / Chapter 11

Pairing: Marcus Pike x Marathon Runner f!reader (no y/n)

Rating: E (SMUT, 18+ only)

Word Count: 2.9k

Warnings: Mentions of spanking, body worship, ROUGH oral sex (m receiving), face fucking, d/s dynamics, soft dom!Marcus, also not-so-soft dom!Marcus, brief choking, restraints (why tf did Marcus bring his handcuffs on vacation??), dirty talk, good aftercare practices!!, implied oral sex (f receiving).

Summary: Your relationship grows deeper. Marcus reads to you one night, you tease him, and find out that teasing Marcus comes with consequences...

A/N: All the rough smut is 100% safe, sane and consensual. I mean, it's Marcus we're talking about here. My DEEPEST apologies to one Charlotte Brontë for putting her words alongside this FILTH.

SERIES MASTERLIST

Chapter 10 | Chapter 12

After your frank conversation after your nineteen mile run, you and Marcus grew even closer. Everything felt easy, effortless, in this little honeymoon period you found yourselves in.

The two of you seemed even more insatiable, exploring your now explicitly stated dynamic in the bedroom with increased enthusiasm.

("This time you're going to count them," Marcus said one night as he dragged the flogger across your cunt, causing you to nearly come then and there with only Marcus’s words and the light touch of the leather. "You're so worked up," he tutted as he watched your pussy flutter and clench around nothing. "Wonder how high you can count before you come," he continued, and you could hear the smugness in his voice, the pride he felt in seeing you tremble for him. "My guess is not that high," he said with a smirk, then brought the flogger down, and you gasped out "O-one!")

Almost better than that, though, (which was saying a lot--this was easily the best sex of your life) was how your relationship progressed outside the bedroom. It seemed that Marcus was in his element, almost incandescent whenever you willingly gave up your control to him. You couldn’t help but let his contentment rub off on you. You felt more comfortable letting him do little things here and there for you, letting him extend a bit of the influence you let him wield over you during sex, allowing him to care for you the way he wanted to.

It was just small things--like letting him wash your hair some mornings after a run, or sitting on his lap occasionally when he asked, but your favorite little habit he had picked up by far was when Marcus would sit on the sofa, pat his leg and look at you with a soft smile. You would lay down next to him, your head on his thigh, while you watched a movie, or, even better, while he read whatever book he had that night aloud to you. And every time, he would set his hand on the back of your neck and stroke up and down, up and down, making you melt into a happy little puddle of goo.

On one such evening, you studied him as he tapped his thigh and wiggled his eyebrows playfully. He was… beautiful. Such a sweet, gorgeous man, and you hoped he felt as cared for by you as you always felt from him. You wanted to show him how much you valued his presence in your life.

Instead of laying to the side of Marcus, you crawled onto the chaise lounge between his legs, resting your head on his inner thigh and bringing your arms to hug around his waist.

“Interesting way to lay on my lap,” Marcus huffed.

“I like it,” you said, matter-of-factly, hugging your arms tighter to punctuate your meaning.

“You want me to start from the beginning, or from where I left off reading myself?” Marcus asked.

“Where you left off.” You smiled. “I’ve read this one before.”

“Good,” Marcus hummed. He started flipping through pages until he found his place.

“‘Because,’ he said, ‘I sometimes have a queer feeling with regard to you--especially when you are near me, as now: it is as if I had a string somewhere under my left ribs, tightly and inextricably knotted to a similar string situated in the corresponding quarter of your little frame. And if that boisterous channel, and two hundred miles or so of land come broad between us, I am afraid that cord of communion will be snapt; and then I’ve a nervous notion I should take to bleeding inwardly. As for you,--you’d forget me,” Marcus read, and you suddenly wondered whether this was truly where he had left off or whether he had hand-picked the exact passage he had wanted to read to you.

You reveled in the feeling of his warm thigh underneath you, the other just beside you, caging you in. Marcus was focused on the page, still reading, and you suddenly wanted to show him just how much you cared for him, too. You brought one of your hands out from where it was resting around his waist and started to lightly trace up and down his leg, pushing up his loose gym shorts and feeling the soft dusting of hair and the strong muscle underneath.

Marcus let out a little hum of contentment. “Feels nice,” before continuing to read.

“‘As we are!’ repeated Mr. Rochester-- ‘so,’ he added, enclosing me in his arms, gathering me to his breast, pressing his lips on my lips: ‘so, Jane!’”

Your fingers continued exploration, sometimes digging in a little more firmly to massage any tension away, sometimes just gently caressing, feeling him. You loved his body so much. You loved how it looked, but also how it made you feel--whether it was the mind-numbing, overpowering sensation of him pounding into you from behind, or the comfort you felt whenever you were lying in his arms against his soft tummy and broad chest. You hoped he knew how much you liked it, you thought. You wanted to show him. You moved your head and let your lips take the same meandering path up and down his thigh as your hand had done. You worshipped him with the soft, open-mouth glide of your lips up and down his leg, letting the hair tickle your upper lip. You punctuated your journey with soft, occasional nips that you then soothed with your tongue.

Marcus groaned. “I can’t tell if this is relaxing or arousing me,” he said from above you.

You giggled. “Bit of both, hopefully?”

Marcus continued to read as you moved your ministrations to the opposite leg, pushing up his shorts and nuzzling the muscle with your mouth and nose. You followed a path up, up, up--eventually moving your mouth over his clothed, half-hard erection. You inhaled his scent, breathing him in as you nosed him softly, just wanting to feel him, tease him.

Marcus let out a low moan. “Now you’re just teasing,” he said lowly.

“Is it really teasing if you have every intent to follow through?” you asked, playfully. Marcus cleared his throat, visibly affected by your actions, but started to read again, although his voice was slightly strained.

“‘I would not--I could not--marry Miss Ingram. You--you strange--you almost unearthly thing!--I love as my own flesh. You--poor and obscure, small and plain as you are--I entreat to accept me as a husband.”

You moved from his bulge down to the first thigh again, repeating the little kisses, nips, and licks once more. “Can’t get enough of you,” you confessed. You wanted him everywhere, wanted to consume him as much as he consumed you. You mouthed your way back up to his crotch, just wanting to feel it against your face again. You exhaled purposefully, hotly, against his now rock-hard cock.

Marcus stared down at you, book forgotten. When had he stopped reading? “You’re playing with fire, you little tease,” he growled.

You held his stare defiantly, as you opened your mouth over his clothed testicles, letting out another little puff of air and running your nose over the base of his cock.

His tongue darted out to lick his lower lip. “Are you wanting to test me?” he asked, one eyebrow raised.

You only licked the front of his shorts in response.

Marcus’s hand darted out and caught you directly under your chin, his large hand squeezing gently on the sides of your neck, just enough to show you what he could do to you in this position. Using his hold on you, he lifted, pulling up slowly so that your body would follow. You scrambled up, eyes wide. He brought your face right up to his mouth, but stopped you just short of kissing you. His eyes were dark orbs. You let out an involuntary shiver.

“Stand up,” he directed, his soft, low voice contrasting with the fire in his eyes.

You swallowed thickly, getting to your feet, eyes not leaving his.

Marcus stayed where he was on the couch. He jutted his chin up, saying, “Take off your clothes.” He added, “Slowly,” when you rushed to comply.

Your heart was pounding as you brought your shirt up over your head and pulled off your sports bra. He didn’t react, only watched you drop them beside you on the floor. He nodded at you to continue. You pushed your leggings down over your hips, down your thighs, stepped out of them, and straightened, now clad only in your underwear. You paused and looked up at him, but he only raised one eyebrow again, and you held his eyes challengingly as you removed the last stitch of clothing and stood before him.

Marcus sat up, then, and moved to the edge of the couch. He reached out, and with one finger, traced the bend of your hip lightly, making you shiver. When he spoke, his voice was even quieter than before. “Walk to the bedroom.”

You swallowed again, heart still pounding with anticipation. You turned and did as he asked, pausing when you passed through the doorway to Marcus’s bedroom. He had followed, of course, and was right behind you. “Stay there a moment,” he said in your ear, and he moved into the room to his suitcase, reaching down to dig in the front pocket. You watched as he pulled out an FBI badge, set it aside, then reached back in for whatever it was he was looking for. What was he--oh, fuck. Your cunt clenched as you caught a glint of silver metal and you knew, you knew what he had retrieved even before he brought the object completely out of the suitcase. His handcuffs now in hand, he stood again, facing you. Watching, assessing.

He held them out, letting you get a good look at them. “Is this okay?”

Can we play like this?

You felt the wetness of your desire dampen your thighs. You could feel your lower lip trembling--with nerves, with excitement, with lust.

You knew by now that nodding wasn’t going to be enough for him. “Y-yes,” you managed to stammer out. You nodded frantically, enthusiastically, trying to show him you were, in fact, very into this, and that your shaky speech was a result of desire, not fear.

Satisfied, Marcus moved towards you, reaching out a hand to caress your cheek. In stark contrast to what was about to happen, he gently kissed your forehead, and your eyes fluttered closed. He moved behind you then, bringing his hands to your shoulders and trailing his fingers down, down, down, guiding your arms back as he did so, until he reached your wrists. He caught them in one large, warm hand, and you felt the handcuffs click loosely into place around them with finality. Marcus appeared back in front of you and caught your cheek with his giant palm once again, tracing his thumb over your bottom lip.

“So pretty like this,” he whispered. He trailed his hand down from your cheek to your shoulder, applying gentle pressure to indicate what he wanted you to do next. “Can you get on your knees, for me, beautiful?”

You nodded, and he gently guided you, helping you balance with your hands bound, as you slowly dropped to your knees. You couldn’t look away from his eyes. He held your gaze as he reached for his belt, unzipped his pants, and brought his cock out.

“You were so desperate for this earlier,” Marcus said with a little smirk. “Figured I should give you what you wanted.”

You whimpered as he dragged the tip of his cock gently across your cheek, teasing you with it. He brought his other hand up to your mouth, caught your lower lip between his thumb and forefinger, and slowly, wordlessly, pulled down. You opened eagerly for him, and he chuckled.

“So eager for this?” he hummed. “Don’t forget--you were such a tease on the couch. I’m not going to let you take this at your own pace.”

You moaned loudly at his words. Please, you thought. Please don’t be gentle. You nodded up at him, mouth open, his thumb still holding your lip.

Marcus gave a little shudder of pleasure at your brazen enthusiasm, then pushed the tip of his weeping cock into your mouth, letting go of your lip and bringing his hand around to hold the back of your head as he pushed forward.

He didn’t give you any time to adjust; you didn’t expect him to. You desperately tried to get a handle on your gag reflex, willing your throat to relax as he kept pushing steadily inside, only stopping when he was seated fully in your mouth, your nose just millimeters from his belly. He started thrusting almost immediately, with deep, punishing thrusts, holding the back of your head as he slowly fucked your face. With your hands cuffed behind you, you had no control over his movements, no control over how deep he pressed. Tears immediately sprung to your eyes at the roughness of his cock pushing down into your throat over and over and over. But oh, you loved it. You wanted him to take it, to own you.

Marcus started talking above you, his voice hoarse with pleasure. “I’m starting to think you don’t want me to be gentle,” he gently chided you. “You want me to take you, shove my dick down your throat, is that it?”

You couldn’t respond (obviously), but you moaned around his cock in agreement as he continued to overwhelm your mouth with his thrusts.

He continued, voice even softer, barely audible over the sound of him thrusting deep into your mouth, your heartbeat whooshing in your ears. “You want to be mine, yeah? Want me to have you so completely that you’ll even beg for me to use you like this,” he whispered. His words were filthy, dominating, but he said them so softly, so reverently, as if he couldn’t believe that you were letting him do this.

You were floating, concentrating only on when to snatch in ragged, hasty breaths as he continued to fuck your mouth. You could feel the tears of effort spilling down your cheeks, mixing with your saliva. His thrusts started to speed up, growing shallower, losing his rhythm, as he neared his climax.

“Fuck, you perfect little thing, look at you. Oh, shit, I’m-I’m gonna-” He thrust deep inside you one final time as he spilled down your throat. With effort, you swallowed around him, drinking him down.

As soon as he was finished, he immediately withdrew and sank to his knees before you, his eyes searching yours as he reached behind you to remove the cuffs. You were sure you looked like a disaster, your face covered with tears, spit, and God knows what else, but Marcus still regarded you with reverence, tenderness, with... with�� lov-

Your face was suddenly being wiped gently clean with one of his shirts that had been lying beside the bed. Marcus examined your wrists for any injuries and kissed away the stiffness in your joints from the position. Pulling back, he took hold of your shoulders and looked you over.

“Feel okay?” he asked, trailing his fingertips up and down the sides of your neck. “All good?”

You nodded, “Good.” Your voice was hoarse from the rough treatment. You tried to clear your throat. “Promise.”

“Come lay with me for a little bit,” he said, helping you stand and then guiding you to the bed.

He leaned against the headboard and you settled on his chest with a happy sigh as his hand started its habitual, ceaseless journey up and down your spine.

He pressed his lips to your forehead. It seemed as if Marcus was happiest whenever his mouth was against some part of your body--you noticed that he often spoke his words directly against your skin. “You did so well for me,” he murmured against your temple. “So good. Letting me fuck that pretty little mouth so hard like that.”

You shivered, your neglected cunt still throbbing, flooding with desire after getting no relief of your own.

Marcus chuckled, sensing your need. “Just rest here with me for a few minutes, catch your breath. I didn’t forget about you, baby.” He tightened his hold around your shoulders and as always, you basked in his praise, in the safety and warmth of his arms. “Did so well… want to give you a reward for that,” he murmured.

You perked up. “Oh yeah? What do I get?” You smiled up at him, playfully.

He smiled back and leaned down, his nose brushing against yours.

“I’m going to return the favor, you silly thing. Fuck you with my tongue and fingers, and I don’t think I’m going to stop until you’ve come…” he looked up dramatically, pretending to consider. “...three times. But I think we could do better than that.”

You laughed. “Oh yeah? Is that right?”

He extricated himself from your arms and started to move down your body. “Mmhmm. Three’s the minimum,” he frowned with mock seriousness. “I bet I could give you more than three.”

He did, you thought--hours later, as you finally drifted off to sleep beside Marcus. He really, really, fucking did.

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Additional A/N: Marcus is reading from Jane Eyre and you KNOW he picked that part on purpose ;)

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[mzmezzler]

Helping Hand - Jisung x Fem!Reader 

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shortlist: cock rings, eager!Jisung, dom!reader, degradation, edging, kink negotiation, crying, oral sex (recieving), service top!Jisung

word count: 1.4k

summary: The backstory to Chokehold that no one asked for. This can easily be a stand alone, but it would give more context to it I guess. But basically Jisung keeps cumming early so you find a solution within edging.

a/n: I don’t know if this was a necessary concept to be expanded upon, but I also feel like if it was for another idol and separate idea then it would have felt kinda lazy. Idk the longer it got the more I was like why tf did I write this cause now I gotta post it. I hope somebody like it.

Any and all feedback is appreciated :)

You were three weeks into your relationship with Jisung when it all came blatantly apparent that his stamina was going to be a problem. 

It’s early morning, Jisung woke you up by peppering kisses along your jaw and brushing the sleep from your eyes with a drowsy smile. You giggle at the feeling of his lips gliding along your skin and you sink back into the sheets while he worships your body underneath the sheets. Your breath hitches as you feel his fingers tug at your panties and then drag the fabric down your legs. 

Peeking up from the covers to give you a toothy grin, Jisung dives back under to kiss at your naval and sink down to flatten his tongue against your folds. 

Gasping out, you reach a hand down to push the boy’s head down to encourage his eager sucking. The feeling of Jisung’s tongue fucking itself into you sends a shiver run through you as he brings his thumb over to rub and pinch at your clit.

“Sungie, you’re doing so well” You groan out. 

Rising from his place under the sheets he shoves his sleep shorts down his legs and strokes his leaking cock. The flush on his cheeks runs down to his chest as the boy rises up to cage you between his arms, and giggles to himself when you give a small peck to his nose.

Grinding himself against your heat with shallow thrusts, Jisung finally presses in. Bottoming out within you with a throaty moan, you wrap your arms around his shoulders while he takes a moment to adjust. 

His  thrusts are short and sharp. You could tell he was getting close already by the way he squeezes his eyes shut and drops his jaw to gasp right into your ear.

“I’m c-cumming”  He groans out. You still, and look up. “Ji wai-” You reply. Before you could finish your sentence, the boy is pulling out and releasing onto your stomachs.

The silence coated only by his panting and your own even breath feel full. “Ji-” You start. The boy looks mortified over you, eyes searching into yours, while you look back at him with a blank look. It was unclear how long you both just silently communicated while his cum was drying between your chests. “I’m sorry” the boy whispers.

With his head hung low against your shoulder you just sigh out as Jisung continues to chant little “I’m sorry'' s into your skin. It was pathetic honestly, but you knew he genuinely felt bad for cumming too early. Again. 

"I’m sorry Y/N, I really try to last, but-” he stops to give a shaky sigh. “I just get really overwhelmed during sex. I want to give you more.” His wide eyes look into yours and you take his hands into yours, "We'll figure it out Sungie. Don't worry"

You almost didn't know how to take the situation. On one hand it irritated you how almost everytime you all have sex it’s rudely interrupted due to Jisung’s own sensitivity. It wasn’t his fault, but that was the problem, it wasn't his fault. And probably had an easy solution.

Ironically, it actually was an easy solution.

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Over the next few days after you researched methods to help the boy last, and the most glaring solution turned out to be simply not letting him or controlling his release.

So you bought a cock ring with the thought of Jisung, thrusting wildly into you hoping for a release only to be edged for however long you need running through your mind. 

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He had been a bit anxious about his performance since that morning, and you producing a simple black silicone ring from your bedside table didn't do much to ease his anxiety. 

"Y/N…a cock ring?" He sputters. 

"Yeah Ji, I looked it up and there are lots of benefits with it and you'd look cute begging for me to let you cum." You respond. If the glassy look in his eyes was enough to go off you could tell he was already getting hard. 

"Can you tell me more?" He responds. The boy's mouth is opened slightly while he squirms, trying to adjust himself beside you. 

"About the ring, or about how I want to make sure you can get me off without spilling into your shorts like a little virgin." You reply. Satisfied with the whine the boy let's out you continue, "But I shouldn't be too hard on my baby, it's not your fault." You pat his head and move your hand down  to cup his puffy cheek, " you just need a little help. Isn't that right Sungie?"

"Mm-hm" he replies with a nod. It was cute seeing Jisung slowly work himself into his headspace, and even more so when you got to ease him down. 

"Do you wanna try it now?" You respond while caressing the bulge in his shorts. Jisung replies with a quick nod as he shifts to pull down his shorts and lie beside you waiting.

Taking the boy's half hard member in your hand, you use the other to slip the ring past his shaft and snug against his balls.  

Jisung looked as if a weight was lifted from his shoulders as a shudder ran through him once your nimble fingers left his cock.

“How does it feel” You ask. 

“It feels like when you need to sneeze, but it just doesn’t come” he chuckles. 

Testing the waters and stroking his cock Jisung whimpers at your heavy handed grip, "Why don't we put it to good use then" You respond.

Swallowing at your words; Jisung rises from his spot beside you, and pulls your sleep shorts off along with your underwear in a practiced motion. Lifting one of your legs onto his shoulder and onto your side Jisung slides up, pressed against you, and starts his insistent grinding. While working himself to a full the boy lowers his head to your chest and attaches his hot mouth to your breast, lapping up and sucking at your hard bud.

"Come on baby" You sigh out. 

Jisung is too caught up in moving to your other breast, sucking and nibbling at the skin, making red and pink marks paint your skin.

Raising your hand and striking a quick slap onto Jisung's ass, you knead the skin at his broken whimper, "Come on Sungie, you can fuck me baby" 

 Jisung  detaches himself from your breast with a wet gasp, and ghosts his open mouth along your chest while lining himself up with your entrance.  Inch by inch he slowly presses into, as if he was testing the new sensations. 

When Jisung finally bottomed out, he took a bit to regain his breath before starting his long and slow thrusts. Slowly working himself up to a rhythm that made your toes curl and arms reach for his back while Jisung whimpered into his own thrusts. 

“Fuck-”

“I-is this ok”

“Yeah Sungie, you’re so good for me.” You reply.

Jisung was always so eager for praise, constantly needing a guiding hand in and out of the bedroom. You see it in the way he buries his face into your chest and scrabbles to intertwin your hands in an effort to ignore the warmth crawling in his stomach. 

There was something so intoxicating about seeing him like this, so hungry for release and still so determined to show that he’s good for you. 

Snaking a hand between the two of you, you moan deeply as you work your clit in tandem with Jisung’s thrusts. Knocking your head back, you groan at the sensation.

Jisung looks up at you with watery eyes from his place on your chest, “Can I cum now?” He pleads eagerly while rapidly thrusting into you. 

He looked feral, pistoning himself into you with sweat beading on his forehead. It was cute how he was taking it. 

Chuckling at the over eager boy, you wipe a tender hand over his face, brushing his hair out of his face, “Let’s not get too ahead of ourselves Sungie.”

[ladywinterwitch]

On Va Voir

Pairing: Steve Rogers x Avenger! Reader

Summary: During a mission you unexpectedly find a new kink: Steve speaking french.

Warnings: Smut, unprotected sex (wrap it tf up), oral sex (f receiving), fingering, language kink (?), a bit of a dom fight between the reader and Steve, 18 + so if you’re under that age you shouldn’t be reading this. You’ve been warned.

Word Count: 3205 

A/n: Just rewatched for the 34868 time  the winter soldier and I’ve never noticed before HOW MUCH of a turn on is Steve speaking french. So yeah, enjoy a bit of smutty Rogers. Also, this is pretty much no plot and total filth.

                                                  (Gif not mine)

You were on a mission with Steve, Natasha, Sam and Bucky. You had been paired with Bucky, while Sam was with Nat and Steve was alone, although you were constantly in contact with your auricular. -We’re inside the ship, front. What’s your position?- Bucky says with a gun in each hand. You followed behind him, with two guns of your own. -We’re in the control room. Working on the informations.- Sam responds. -Steve?- Bucky tries.

-I’m on the roof. And I’m pretty sure I’m not alone. How long have you got?- he asks. -Like, ten minutes, at least. This computer’s older than both of you.- Natasha responds and you can feel the smirk on her voice. You press your lips tightly to not chuckle, Bucky notices and shakes his head.

-Ah, very funny Romanoff.- the blonde sasses back.

-She got you there, oldies.- Sam commented. Bucky grunted with a ‘shut up’. After a few moments you realize that there’s no one in your area, so you lower your guns.

-We should come to you, Steve. We got nothing to do here anyways.- you say, looking at your partner that was still, but didn’t completely put off his guard. -Don’t worry doll, I got it.- but then you hear a gun shot, and glare at Bucky with wide eyes. He looks at you and starts to run. -We’re coming, pal, hold on.- he speaks while running. You both get out to the open and then come up the stairs to the roof.

When you arrive, you see a couple of men already on the ground, and Steve facing another alone. They are one in front of the other and he’s talking. You don’t hear what he says, but you hear Steve response. He drops the shield at his side and then removes his helmet, his hair a little messy. He has the slightest smirk on his face while he speaks. -On va voir.- you hear from the speaker. 'Lets see’. And in that moment something in your stomach shifts. You can’t really place what or why, but you just know that you feel a little too hot in your leather catsuit all of a sudden.

The two start to fight, but it doesn’t take long for the avenger to take him down. You glance at Bucky, who’s just leaning againts the door, with his arms crossed, guns slipped into the belt at his sides. A little knowing smirk playing on his lips. -Jerk.- he says amused. You turn around and see Steve that kicks his shield, making it jump back to his wrist. -Okay guys we have everything. We’ll meet at the quinjet.- Sam says. You clear your throat and look away. -Copy that.- you croak. - You all go back to the avengers tower safely and Tony decides to throw a party. Why? Cause he’s Tony. He didn’t really need a valid reason. So here you were, the day after, finding yourself in front of your full lenght mirror, in your matching blue lacy lingerie, fixing your wavy loose hair and your red lipstick. Normally at this time, especially after a mission, you would’ve all been lazy somewhere, but obviously your teammate couldn’t wait one more day to give you a wild night. Missions usually had as a consequence jet lag, a few bruises to heal, business to take care of and stuff to analyze, so it wasn’t exactly the perfect timing, but fortunately you were able to sleep like a baby the night prior. A particualr help came, indirectly, from Steve which helped your love-me session to end quickly and kick you out to sleep.

You should’ve felt ashamed for that, but honestly you were pretty sure you were not the only one in the world to get off at the thought of the broad and handsome Captain America. The only small detail was that you were his teammate and friend. You had a huge crush on him, but you feel more like a friend vibe from him and that’s okay. It sure avoids problems at work.

You couldn’t stop thinking about that phrase that Steve said in french the day before. It turned you on to no end. You didn’t know why, but the way he said it, with that smugness, his hair all messy and shit. It was just so sexy to you. In any case, the crush was your dirty little secret. Well, not exactly, considering that both Bucky and Natasha had figured out by themselves and Wanda just happened to be reading your mind in the wrong moment. But you trusted them, even if them teasing you about it whenever they had the occasion was beyond embarassing.

You slid into your tight, red bodycon . It was plain, above the knee and had a low cut sweetheart neckline. It was strapless and it hugged your body perfectly. It wasn’t much in your style, but you felt bold that night, also you may or may not wanted to find someone to get laid.

You gave yourself one last look before going down with the elevator. Your black heels were already starting to bother you. You weren’t really a type for parties, but you did it just for the team. And a good drink, yeah. You arrived at the floor and when you stepped out you saw that there were a lot of people, but it wasn’t Tony’s worst. You looked around and saw Sam, Rhodie, Clint and Natasha at the bar, Wanda, Vision, Thor and Maria at the couches, Tony and Pepper talking with a couple of people, and then in a corner near the big window wall, Steve and Bucky.

They were both handsome. Bucky was wearing a grey shirt and Steve a deep blue one. They both had the first few buttons undone and were holding a beer and laughing. The blonde turned his head and saw you. His smile dropped and his gaze wandered on your body, from head to toe. You looked away, kinda embarrassed that you had been caught looking, but a few moments later the two man came to you.

-Y/n! You look great.- Bucky greeted you with a hug. You laughed and hugged him back. -Doesn’t she, Stevie?- he said in a slyly. The captain didn’t took his gaze away from you. -She always does.- he responds with a low tone that made you heat up. -Thanks. You don’t look too bad yourself.- you motioned at the two in front of you.

-Hey doll, care for a drink? We could go to the bar and -the brunette started, but Steve stepped closer. -Sam wants to talk to you, I’ll accompany her.- he says with a small smile. You smiled back and Bucky frowned. -Since when that bird man wants to breathe my same air?- Steve shoot at him a glare and he raised his eyebrows.

-Ooh, yeah, about the.. Uhm.. The mission…- he tries to save himself. Steve relaxes and Bucky starts to walk away. -Alright, catch up with you guys later.- he gives you a thumbs up. Steve looks at you and offers his arm. -Shall we get that drink?- he smirks making you melt. You smile widely and take his offer. -We very much shall.-

-

You soon were joined by the rest of the group and were having fun at the bar. You noticed that Steve never took his gaze off you, but you weren’t certain, considering the amount of alcohol that you ingested. You felt a little claustrophobic at one point so you excused yourself getting up. -Want me to come with you?- Nat asked. You shook your head. -I’m fine babe, just need a little air.- you walked between the people reaching the big balcony.

You went closer to the glass barrier and propped your elbows on the edge, looking at New York City by night. You closed your eyes, breathing deep. -Did you really drank that much?- you open your eyes suddenly, turning back to the voice. Steve was just a few feet away, hands in his pants’ pockets. He was looking at you with a little smile. You mirrored his expression, turning back to the view. The glass door was closed and you were alone.

-Not really. I’m just a little dizzy, and I needed some fresh air, that’s all.- you responded. There were some moments of silence. It wasn’t uncomfortable though. You felt him getting closeer to you, almost too close. So close that you could feel his breath on your neck. -You look so beautiful tonight..- he whispered raising one hand and resting it on your hip. Your breath hitched.

-Maybe it’s the alcohol, even though we both know I can’t really get drunk, or maybe its the way Bucky flirted before, or the way you looked so flustered yesterday on the mission..- he started to caress your waist gently. You were slowly melting under his touch, his hand so warm in stark contrast with the chilly air. You had goosbumps. -But I just can’t ignore how I feel anymore.- he turned you to face him slowly. You locked eyes. -I’ve never wanted someone so bad in my life, and I think that you want me, too.- he paused. You didn’t know what to say. You were completely taken aback by his confession.

-But if I’m wrong, I’m gonna step back right now and I’m gonna stay away.- he continued, with a little of uncertainty. You widened your eyes, laying your hand on his chest. -No- you said quickly. -I do. I want you. God, I want you so bad.- in that moment he grabbed your cheeks with his hands and started to kiss you. It was hungry, fast and messy. You almost didn’t even realize that he placed you against the wall, away from the view of the people. You grabbed his hair with one hand and his shirt in the other.

-I wanna fuck you right now, I don’t care if everyone sees, the team, the other people.- he said kissing your neck. -Steve.. Please- you moaned. He looked at you with the best bedroom eyes he could give. -Please what, baby?- he cooed.

-I need you, please. Let’s.. Let’s go to the bedroom, please I can’t take it anymore- he nodded and you quickly went inside, careful to not be seen by the team you reached the elevator and pressed to your private floor.

You had to keep your cool because you weren’t alone, but when you arrived you ran like teenagers, giggling towards his room. He opened the door and then slammed it shut. You pushed him on the bed and he let himself fall, resting on his elbows while he watches you like you were his prey. What he didn’t know was that joke’s on him.

You stood right in front of him, a smirk playing on your lips, an equally predatory gaze in your eyes. You reached to your side, unzipping the red dress slowly, letting it pool around your heels. You stepped out of the dress, bending to pick it up and in the meantime giving Steve a perfect view of your ass. -Fuck baby girl, blue is definitely your color.- he groaned. You chuckled straddling his lap. His warm hands were on your body in no time, pulling you flush against him kissing you. It wasn’t sweet, at all. It was full of passion, all teeth and tongue and soft bites.

At some point he reached behind your back to unclasp your blue lacy bra, then tossing the garment in some part of the room. He didn’t lose time and quickly attacked one of your breasts with his mouth, while he touched the other with his hand.

-Eager, captain?- you let out a noise that was a mixture between a moan and a laugh. He released your nipple from his mouth locking eyes.

-Excuse me if I can’t resist my urge to worship the goddess in front, oh well actually, on me.- he said smugly making you laugh. You gave him a push on the chest to make him lay down.

-Sweet talker.- you tease him, trailing his neck and jawline with wet kisses. He chuckles a little, his hands travelling on your sides, back and ass.

-What? You think I’m just, saying it? It’s true, y/n. You are stunning.- he says sincerly, making you look at him for a second. You smile and place a sweet kiss on his lips.

-Well, thank you.- you respond and you’re caught off guard when he grabs you by the hips and flips your position, so now he was hovering you. You gasped for the surprise.

-And now I’m gonna show exactly how much I want you.- he smirked and started to pepper your belly and hip bones with open mouthed kisses, and at the same time he slipped off your panties, letting them fall on the ground. And now you were stark naked and totally at his mercy. You moaned and with all the strenght you could find you stopped him. He gave you a confused look.

-First, I think you’re not playing fairly there, captain. Then, I’m gonna tell you exactly what I want. Strip.- you order and he licks his lips, his cerulean, and now glassy, eyes were eating you up. He got up, standing on his knees, and started to unbutton his blue shirt, while you took care of his belt and zip. He took off his pants and boxers in one move.

-Happy now?- he asked amused, resuming his work with his mouth, this time he started from your ankle, going up as he went. You peeked at his hard lenght, tip already glistening with precum and angry red.

-Can say so.- you murmured, laying on your back and enjoying the show of Steve between your legs. Your breath started to hitch when he got closer to your center, but as the teasing bastard that he his, he stopped.

-C'mon Steve, baby, I need you.- you say, throwing out of the window yor dignity. -What do you need? Tell me sweetheart.- he murmurs against your thigh, looking at you. -I’d quite like you to speak French between my legs, captain.- you smirk, biting your lip. His expression was priceless.

-Fuck yes- he groaned spreading your legsmore in front of him. He then smiled mischievously. -Alors c'est ce qui vous a tous énervé hier, uh?- So that’s what got you all flustered yesterday, uh?, his tone was a mixture of teasing and realization. He licked a long stripe from your entrance up to your clit anthat made you almost scream, instead you opted for grabbing his blonde hair with one hand and the snow-white like sheets.

-Can’t really blame me. With your cute messy hair, showing off like that..- you responded mewling, your eyes closed and your head leaned back. He chucked sending vibrations trough your whole body. You clenched instinctively. -Yeah, 'cause I’m good at what I do doesn’t mean that I was showing off, chéri.- a particularly harsh suck on your bundle of nerves got your back arching off the bed and moaning loudly -Steve- 

-Tu aimes ça, chérie?- You like that baby? you moaned when you heard him speak French again.

-Yes, God, Steve right there- you answer struggling to not grind onto his face. He adds two fingers and that knocks the air out of your lungs.

-Tu es si doux. Si mouillé, est-ce tout pour moi, chérie? Mmh cette jolie petite chatte, tout à moi pour jouer- You’re so sweet. So wet, is it all for me baby? This pretty little pussy, all mine to play with. He kept talking in between licks and open mouthed kisses on your clit, his long and thick fingers pumping directrly on your sweet spot.

-Fuck. I..I can’t take it anymore, please..- you pulled his hair slightly and he growled, the vibrations went straight to your core and you felt the coil in your belly tighten. You started to gasp. -You’re close aren’t you? Come on baby, I’ve got you, let go honey- he hummed, back to english, speeding up a little his fingers. With that you came. Hard. You screamed his name arching your back of the bed, the sheets out of place because of your pulling.

He rode you thorough your orgasm, and when he felt you calm down a bit he extracted his fingers, licking them clean. You could’ve cum again just by watching him. But instead, you rose up and pulled him to you, kissing him. You hummed when you felt your taste on his tongue. Your hand reached out to stroke his cock, now even harder than before. He choked out a moan on your mouth. -Baby girl I need to be inside you- you nodded and he replaced your hand with his, stroking his cock a few times, he lined himself with your entrance and entered you with a sharp thrust that took both your breaths away.

-Fuck y/n, baby, you feel so good around me- he hid his face in your neck and you circled his shoulders with your arms. -Please move- you gasped and he complied, starting to move faster. After a while he took your leg putting it on his hip, reaching a deeper spot inside you.

-Oh, Fuck. Yeah, right..ah, right there baby.-you gasped, your nails scratching his strong shoulders. You started to feel his breath getting erratic.

-So beautiful- he murmured in your ear and you felt yourself melt a bit more. -Baby ’m gonna come, I’m so close. Are you with me?- you said kissing him on the lips, the cheek, the jaw.

-Right behind you, love.- the pet name made your heart flutter, but you soon forgot about it when he stated to pick up pace again, then adding his fingers on your clit, and that was it. You orgasmed for the second time that night and he followed a few thrusts later with a loud moan and your name spilling from his plump lips. He ride out both of your releases and then planted his forehead against yours.

-It’s okay, baby.- you murmured scratching the nape of his neck lightly, while he calmed his breath, making him hum approvingly. You looked at his parted lips and closed eyes, his blissed out expression making you smile. A few seconds later he opened his blue pools, smiling back quite shyly. -Hi.- you said softly. -Hi sweetheart.- he responded fondly, caressing your cheek. You stayed there for a while.

Then he got up and cleaned you both with a warm and damp wash cloth, bringing it back to the bathroom then he came back to bed with you. -I don’t really wanna deal with the team tomorrow.- you said with your head on his chest. Your fingers tracing imaginary patterns on his torso, him petting your hair delicately. -Me neither. But even if we don’t say anything they’re gonna find out anyway. We kind of disappeared and never came back.- he chuckled and you laughed with him. -Let’s just enjoy this, for now.- you responded. -Yeah. Everything else can wait.- he kissed your head.

Thank you for reading, feedback is appreciated ;)

[svtsjunnie]

if you're still taking headcanon requests could you pls do one for what kind of friends with benefits would ATEEZ guys be like?

ooooh yes okie this will be a bit long letsgetit

Hongjoong

Hongjoong would be the friends with benefits who would actually be your friend

You both realize one day that the two of you are single and lonely so why not help each other out?

A lot of your encounters do turn out to be dry humping or oral, while one person was bored, but as time progresses it gets to be more and more frequent and harder

Pretty soon the two of you fuck like rabbits

I don’t know why, but I feel like Hongjoong is a tits person when he’s with a feminine partner, and would love to hold and grip them as he fucks into them

He definitely wouldn’t allow you to leave without cuddles, I mean, you are friends after all, right?

“Hongjoong I actually want to watch this movie.”

Seonghwa

I think this friends with benefits relationship with start out pretty strict. No kissing, no staying the night, etc. However, aftercare is always a must.

But as time goes on, you get more and more comfortable with each other, and each time you find yourself staying afterwards just a little bit longer.

Lemme tell you, the sex is wild

There isn’t a moment you aren’t feeling satisfied because Seonghwa knows his way around the bedroom.

I feel Seonghwa would definitely take you in the storage closet of the school you attend, his fingers in your mouth to quiet you.

The two of you are pretty shameless when you fuck, both being pretty desperate for each other, with neither paying attention to what underlying feelings are the cause of that.

“Really Seonghwa? In the Chipotle bathroom?”

Yunho

Much like Hongjoong, I think the relationship the two of you already have is friendly

Most of your encounters would be light and playful and full of pleasure. 

Yunho lives to pleasure you, feeds off the fact that he is making you feel so, so good.

Despite being no strings attached, he finds himself attached to you, and doesn’t sleep with anyone else (neither do you)

Sex is full of giggles!!!

People question why the two of you aren’t a couple yet, and so do you

Friends with benefits doesn’t last long, because Yunho falls for you pretty darn fast.

Would 100% make terrible puns during sex, I don’t take constructive criticism.

One day you’d make a terrible joke back and he’d probably fall in love then orgasm.

Yeosang

You approach him first because you think he is a shy bby

He lives up to it, blushing and all as you get to know him and eventually propose the idea.

LITTLE DID YOU KNOW

Yeosang knows how to make you scream (:

Seriously, no one every makes you come as many times as he does.

He literally turns from a blushing and cute little giggly mess to a whole??? ass??? dom???

He would love love love to eat you out and would probably just make you sit on his face for fun.

You guys more or less just fuck when you’re both stressed, as the two of you are quite busy.

However you find it quite hard to get off without him, he’s just that good.

San

Oh boy, buckle in.

So y’all meet at a bar one night and hook up, same old same old, but instead of never wanting to see him again you crave more.

You both hook up frequently, literally anywhere at anytime, when I say you’re dtf, you’re dtf.

He would love to leave hickies, which makes it a little hard to hook up with other people which was his plan all along.

You’d be forced to stay the night or at least nap after your rendezvous because the man would tire you tf out

Definitely would grab your ass in public (if you were okay with it of course)

Would do sweet little things, like make you a coffee in the morning or make some lunch if you have somewhere to be the next morning.

His duality is no joke let’s just leave it at that.

Mingi

Opposite of Yeosang

You thought he was a huge dom but he actually just radiates big babie energy

Would love it when you ride him, and would constantly whimper beneath you.

He is very eager to please you and would drop to his knees as soon as you asked.

Would always seem so calm and cool and extroverted, but you knew what you could reduce him to, and what you often reduced him to.

Probably wouldn’t have penetrative sex too too often.

Little baby would love just making out and rutting against each other.

He would let out the prettiest sounds too, high pitched compared to his deep voice.

Super cuddly after anything sexual

Wooyoung

Boys a chaotic switch.

Friends with benefits no strings attached, meaning both you and him have multiple people you hook up with, and both of you try to include them as much as possible.

He is also very loud, likes to let others know when he’s feeling pleasured.

Would smirk at you whenever he sees you in public.

Would be down for high sex if you were into it.

Honestly never thought he would go back to someone as much as he goes back to you but he surprises himself everyday.

Is strict with the whole ‘no feelings’ thing but is unsurprisingly the first to crack.

Jongho

Would probably be one of the only members to allow kissing between fwb.

Never thought he’d actually have a fwb, but you were just to perfect to say no.

Not that he’s complaining.

Thinks the two of you are only fwb for his own selfish reasons, which makes him immerse himself in the feelings even more, as he is scared of it ending.

Tends to be clingy to you, having liked you from the start, all the strings attached.

Quite soft in his interactions but you know how to rub him all the right ways, and get you screaming.

Would blush and turn red when he sees you in public.

Excitedly tells his friends what he’s up to.

Accidentally slips and confesses to you mid-orgasm

Haha this didn’t turn out the way I wanted but I hope you like it!

[starrybennz]

Little Secret

Pairing: Vampire! Taehyung x Reader

Word Count: 2,648

Rating: M

Warnings: Unprotected Sex, Vaginal Oral Sex, Biting, (kinda) Dirty Talk

Author’s Note: I’ve never written on tumblr like this or written a BTS x Reader story before so I hope this is good. I usually write on AO3, so I hope this format is good. This is for A & B on @bang-tan-bitch cause their stories are amazing and partially helped inspire me to actually sit down and write this. (Also I’m sorry some of this isn’t the most original thing, but I tried my best lol.)

Today was Halloween, your friends had dared you to go spend the night in a haunted house.

The Kim House had been abandoned for about a century now. Everyone believed that the house was cursed because the youngest brother made a deal with a demon cursing the family to never be able to leave the house again--or something like that, you couldn’t really remember all that well what happened. But you did know that many people said that the ghosts of the three brothers are rumored to still be there, stuck in the house to this day.

While your friends believed the story, you didn’t buy it. You figured it was a story to keep little kids away from a structurally unsound house (come on, it is a century old, it can’t be safe after all this time). Plus, all that supernatural stuff wasn’t real. It was just some stuff people used in the past to explain how normal stuff happened. Ghosts, demons, vampires--all that stuff was just a myth.

Your friends told you to take video of you enter and leaving the house, and texting them an update every once and while by text. They wanted you, the most skeptical person of the rumor, to be the one to prove or disprove it. So you were to head to the house for the night with only a sleeping bag, flashlight, portable charger, and, of course, your cell phone.

As the sun started to set you started to make your way to the house. You walked through a small spanse of trees and onto the cobbles pathway that led to the large house. The gates were slightly open giving enough space for you to easily lip through. You slowly walked up to the door, taking in the expanse of time worn bricks and vines growing up the walls of the house. The windows were dusty and opaque.  You waited on the steps of the house until the sun was almost completely down, only then opening up your phone to take the video of you entering the house.

Once the video started, you turned the camera toward yourself and made a peace sign.

“Here, goes a night wasted sitting in an abandoned house,” you say as you grasp the door knob adjusting the camera toward the doorway so your friends will be able to see the furniture and everything inside.

As you scan the camera over the room you take in the sight in front of you. The furniture is all covered in large clothes and thick layers of dust making them gray and musty. There are there are tables next to every piece of furniture with candles on each one. There’s a large wooden staircase leading to a second floor and hallway off to the side. You turn off your camera and decide that you probably just stick to the main room and not chance getting hurt exploring. Your about to set up your sleeping bag when your phone buzzes.

Bestie: hey u gotta find the ghost

You: uh there’s no ghost? cause they’re not real

Bestie: uhhuh have you checked all the rooms??

You: no?? I don’t wanna fall through the floor tf??

Bestie: u won’t fall thru the floor, i won’t stop bothering u unless you send me pics of AT LEAST like 10 rooms cause that place is hugeee

You: but I was just planning on staying in the main room

Bestie: plssss just visit every room and then i’ll leave u alone for the night

You: fine but if I die it’s your fault and you’ll pay for my funeral

Bestie: uhhuh now go find that ghost!

You walked down the hallway on the first floor first carefully opening the 6 rooms and snapping pictures. They were all just guest rooms and storage closets (there’s nothing supernatural about dusty mops). There was also a dining area at the end of the hall that connected to a kitchen. The dining room had a large table with at least 20 chairs, and kitchen was fully stocked with a million types of pots, pans, plates, and cutlery.

Once you make it back to the main room you begin to dread the fact you must head upstairs.

You walk over to the the stairs and cautiously place your foot on the first step. When you have all your weight on it, it doesn’t even creak. That is strange to you because with no upkeep and regular movement in the house the stair should be creaky. You continue up the stairs cautiously, but they all seem to be in perfect condition. You are met with 12 doors to check. You quickly go through 11 doors and are met with more dusty bedrooms, a few study rooms, and a library. As you are about to enter the last room on the floor, your phone flashes saying it about to die. You decide to head back downstairs to plug it into your charger.

After you plug in your phone, you decide to go back and check out the last room you’d missed. You head up the stairs once again and walk down the hall to the last room. You quietly open the door and peek inside. This room had a desk a small bed and a piano. You walk inside and look around noticing there was so little dust in the room compared to the others.

You slip into the seat of the piano, letting your fingers hover over the keys before pressing one. The note resonated in the deep silence of the room. You continue to let your fingers continue down the notes on the piano until you remember a song you learned once. Your bring your other hand up and begin playing Beethoven’s Moonlight Sonata, the only song your grandmother remembered and taught you how to play on the piano. You make a few mistakes, since it been a while since you played it, but you find yourself getting lost in the music as you continue to play and you get the feel of the piano again. You keep playing until you finish the song. Then you hear something.

More specifically, someone. Clapping.

You whip your head around and are met with a man seeming to be around your age. Your eyes narrow.

“Who are you?” you ask.

He smirks. “I think I’m the one who should be asking that question since this is my house, but since you played so beautifully I’ll answer you. My name is Taehyung.” He walks over to the bedside table to light a candle, illuminating the room with the orange light.

You laugh, “This can’t be your house, no one has lived here for a century.”

“Oh? You don’t know the story? Or you don’t believe it?”

You roll your eyes, “Ghosts don’t exist. That’s just a story they tell kids to keep them off the property.”

Taehyung smiles, “Whoever said I was a ghost? I’m just as alive as you. See?” He says grabbing your hand and pulling you up toward him.

You look up at him, studying his features. “Then what are you?”

“Tell me your name first.”

You stare at him in confusion. “Why do you want my name? It’s not important.”

“Well I’d just like to call you something other than ‘girl’ or ‘you there’,” he laughed.

You huffed a sigh, “Fine. I’m (y/n). Now answer my question, if this is your house and you’re not a ghost, what are you?”

Taehyung smiles wide and you notice something out of place in his teeth, were those…

“You’re a vampire?” you whisper quietly.

“Perceptive, girl,” he says moving toward the piano.

“Are you gonna kill me?”

“No, no,” he chuckles as he sits at the piano. “You’re the first person to come here since my family was killed. I’ve honestly just been lonely and find you very beautiful.”

You blush at his words. You’ve never been called beautiful, all the other girls are much prettier than you and always get the boys.

“I’m sorry your family got killed.That’s really terrible. Would you like to talk about it?” you ask, actually concerned for this boy.

“No, I’m over it now,” he says smiling sweetly at you. His smile was boxy and inviting. “But I really appreciate you asking about it, gorgeous.”

“I’m not beautiful. Stop saying that.”

Taehyung shakes his head at the statement. “Who told you that? I’ve seen many girls and none were quiet as beautiful as you. Just cause I’m a century old doesn’t mean I haven’t left this place. I gotta eat somehow,” he says with a wink

You shivered at the thought of him biting someone and feeding off of them and honestly wondered how it felt.

You look over his features more, taking in his golden, brown eyes. His plush pink lips, that just enticed you to kiss them and you imagined to be flush against your throat as he bit you. He deep brown hair, glistening  in the candle light. You continued down looking at his torso, his shirt unbuttoned partially giving you some access to the tanned and smooth expanse of his chest, his collar bones prominent. Finally your eyes moved down farther, falling upon his crotch. It was--

It was then Taehyung chose to speak.

“Like what you see?”

Your eyes snapped back to his. “Uh.. yeah…” you say, wonder in your voice. “What does it feel like? To be bitten, that is.”

Taehyung chuckled at your curiosity. “I usually make try to make pretty pleasurable. Most time I go into town and pick up a girl under the pretense it’s just a hook-up and then I just drink enough to sustain myself and make her forget the night. The girls usually seem pretty pleased when I bite them so I assume it feels good.”

You nod, silently processing the information.

“Do you want to know how it feels?” he says, a playful glint present in his eyes.

You stare him down cautiously. “What are you offering me?”

Taehyung smiled sly, alluring smile. “What do you want me to offer?”

You decide to take the initiative, walking forward and sliding onto his lap, straddling him and wrapping your arms around his neck, “Whatever you wanna give me.”

He grabs your chin, pulling you into a heated kiss, closing all the space between the two of you. You moan into his mouth as he proceeds to kiss you deeper.

You squeak in surprise as he picks you up and walks you over to the bed dropping you down onto the silky sheets. You watch him as he unbuttons the rest of his shirt, exposing the entirety of his chest and arms. His arms and chest were smooth and muscled, the tan of his skin looking golden in the candle light.

Taehyung moves to kneel over you on the bed, sliding his hand under your shirt, pushing it up over your breasts.

“God, you’re so gorgeous,” he breathes out as he begins to knead your breasts over your bra. “Whoever told you you weren’t beautiful, was so wrong. I can’t get enough of how beautiful you are.”

You hum as moves his knee between your legs and presses it against your cunt. He helps you pull your shirt and bra off, tossing them aside without a care. He leans down and presses open mouth kisses to your neck, slightly nipping at the skin there, as well.

“How are you feeling, beautiful? I wanna make you feel so good. Wanna make you feel beautiful,” Taehyung whispers into your ear.

“Feels so good, please I want more,” you pant, moving your hands to grasp at his pants, attempting to pull them off. “Wanna feel you. Wanna please you.”

He chuckles, leaning down to capture your lips, kissing you deeply. “Don’t worry, beautiful. You’re doing wonderfully.”

He unbuttons his pants, sliding them off along with his underwear. His cock was erect and dripping with pre-come. You moved to remove you own jeans and underwear as you began to feel your body heat up with more arousal.

Taehyung knelt down at the edge of the bed to swipe his tongue between your folds, pulling more soft breathy moans from your mouth as he repeated his action.

He moaned softly at the feeling of your heat and wetness on his tongue. He loved knowing he could make such a beautiful girl feel so good.

He removed himself from your cunt causing you to whimper a bit at the loss of stimulation. He chuckled as he got up to rearrange the two of you to the center of the bed. The two of you sat up and he pulled you in for another deep kiss, licking inside of your mouth. He pulled you to straddle his lap on your knees, snaking his arm around to slip his fingers into your tight heat.

Your breath hitched as you felt his fingers enter you, groaning his name into the kiss. He pumped his fingers in and out of you, pulling away from the kiss to latch on to the area between your neck and shoulder, sucking and nipping at it.

You began to move your hips to meet Taehyung’s fingers movements, sliding your hands up into his hair, lightly pulling at the dark strands.

“Taehyung, please,” you want feeling you orgasm near. “Want your cock.”

He unlatches from you neck with a smile. “You want me to fuck you, baby? Take my cock and mess you up ‘til you can't remember anything but my name and the feel of my cock,” he questioned as he removed his fingers.

“Please, god yes, I want it,” you whined, squirming due to the lack of stimulation. “Please, Taehyung, please.”

“Since you asked so nicely,” he said, moving you to lay on the bed in front of him. “Ready, beautiful?”

You nod enthusiastically and gasp as you feel his cock enter you. Taehyung leans down to whisper deeply in your ear.

“You’re so tight around me, sucking me inside you. I love the way you feel around me,” he says, causing you to moan softly as he thrusts into you. He moves from you ear back to the spot on your neck he’d been focusing on before. He started to lick and nip at it again, while at the same time moving his hands to fondle your breasts, pinching your nipples.

Taehyung relished in your soft whimpers and moans as he continued to thrust into your heat. As you felt your orgasm nearing, you began to dig your nails into the skin of his back, your slick walls tightening around his cock.

You groaned as Taehyung’s thrusts hit harder and deeper as both your orgasms neared.

“‘M gonna come, Tae, please, bite me now, please,” you whined out, racking your nails down his back, his sweat loosening your grip.

Taehyung licked your neck one last time, then finally sinking his fangs into your neck. You feel a warmth spread through your neck through your body as you feel Taehyung take your blood. His hips come to a stop as he comes inside you, the combination of his bite and ejaculation triggering your own orgasm.

He continued to drink for a minute or so after both of your orgasms, releasing your neck and pressing soft kisses to the area afterward, as he removes his cock out of your cunt.

“Baby, you okay?” Taehyung asked, concern painting his features.

“Yeah, that was amazing,” you pant as you cuddle up to him. “I would totally do that again.”

He chuckles, “I’m glad, I’d love to have you here some more.” He kisses your head, pulling you close to his chest.

You smiled as you drifted off to sleep. You definitely were gonna tell your friends this place was empty, keeping Taehyung your little secret.

[fursasaida]

in a wild twist, instead of just to-do listing i am retroactively to-do listing because for some reason i feel a desire to lay out everything i’ve done in the past few weeks as well as what i still have to do. i assume this is a processing thing. go about your business as usual

between 8/8 and 9/4:

go to maine

allow myself to be celebrated by extended family

change travel plans to drive to boston with parents

work out plans with boston friends

return to NYC

email new student buddy

buy plane tickets to CA

buy train tickets to DC

buy some decent new clothes for the first time in like 9 years so that i might hope for a shred of credibility as a teacher

buy something to wear to wedding #1

phone call with advisor about exam

follow-up call with advisor about exam

finish spreadsheet of every single thing published in [journal name redacted] between january 2009 and august 2019

tally frequency of topics in said spreadsheet over that period

choose two “major debates” from the spreadsheet

turn those debates + tally observations into a 3000 word essay

go to new student buddy lunch

finish political geography syllabus

(this included reading or rereading a LOT of stuff)

write annotated bibliography of everything on geography syllabus (idk how many things this was but the bib is like 16 single spaced pages? eta: i did a rough ~calculation and i think there are 60 or 70 texts on this list, all of which i had to summarize, explain relevance for, and position in relation to the other things i grouped with them on the syllabus)

do final edits on memory lit review

have followup mtg with the TLC people

figure out what the fuck is going on with the class i’m TAing

when does it meet again? where?

how do i get to QC?

lead first section

have meeting with professor

start the process of getting admin shit sorted out at QC

get blackboard access

find the fucking building where IT even is

get IT/email account set up

activate said account

inquire with judy about what to do about canceled class

spend like an hour figuring out how to add WIUs because our university’s website is a hellbegotten warren

register for GIS class

get judy to process overrides for this

file for state residency

download and print every single electric bill since i moved in here

download and print 2018 tax return

fill out form

clarify with HR that my current registration situation is not going to cost me money or cause other problems

travel to DC

attend wedding

make it back to NYC

find and download all the books for soc class

create decent file trees for this semester’s classwork and teaching

do reading for soc class week 1

prep overnight for leading section mtg #2

read 5 chapters

summarize 3

make a sheet for small group work

print 14 copies

lead section mtg

do reading for GIS class week 1

write response/questions for GIS class week 1

get access to GIS class’s TWO blackboard sites AND its wiki

sign up for presentation and note-taking responsibilities in GIS class

find out what the rules are for reference materials during the oral exam

do some extra side reading in prep for said oral exam

answer something like 10 student emails about absences and homework

msg TF about little syria

to do, 9/5-9/6:

PAY RENT

update blackboard site for my section because the prof keeps fucking changing shit

go to thursday lecture if i wake up and feel up to it bc frankly while i should go there is just. there’s a lot going on

on the other hand i should really do this so i can go back to the dreaded IT building at QC to get a campus ID so that i can let my own students into my classroom next week, god

do final prep for oral exam

reread submitted documents

print submitted documents

print metadata tab of spreadsheet in case

reread selections from syllabus and read others all the way through for the first time

maybe make some notes about this??

maybe make some notes about the things i know for sure i’ll be asked about

have oral exam

get fucking hammered with RJ

to do, 9/7-9/11:

start the equally insane ID acquisition process at HC again bc they only give you IDs that last for one year so you have to redo it every time

go to the office to get letter

inevitably email whatsername when she’s not there to set an appointment

therefore inevitably make second trip to office

take letter to ID office

get a new library sticker on GC ID

go to little syria tour with or without OA, who is not answering my texts

check in with him again to make sure he’s doing ok

go to It with MD

dry cleaning, maybe also laundry

decide whether to put my name in for a committee this year (why couldn’t this happen like ONE week later PLEASE)

reading for soc class

go to monday lecture

fucking prep for discussion section #3 further in advance this time

eat a damn vegetable (i ought to go grocery shopping but i’m going out of town again on the 14th so like what is the point)

identify, buy, and ship belated wedding gift for wedding #1

figure out gift for wedding #2

lead section mtg #3

figure out what the fuck is up with AAG

clean this absolute raccoon nest of an apartment oh my god??

[teanaoverton]

still swimming.

i thought the first year of law school was suppose to be the toughest.  that was not the case for me. 

this past semester, the first of my 2L year was the most trying experience of my life. and sheesh, i have dealt with a lot of experiences. 

before we go any further, i think its important to tell you a little about myself and warn you of some contents that this post will contain. 

i am brutally honest. i dont believe in sugar coating the truth, and so i wont.  this post may be triggering to anyone who has every experienced sexual assault and/or sexual harassment. this post is my truth. and if you havent noticed by now, i do not like capital letters or formal punctuation. and i also cant spell. 

anyway, back to the story. 

the beginning of the semester started off rocky. i worked for my school and assisted with many task including orientation for the first year students and the title ix policy updates (thanks betsy *eyeroll*). 

unfortunately, i had to use that title ix policy. 

at the end of july, my key card to get in and out of my school’s parking deck was not working properly. i expressed my concern to a security officer. instead of walking to the gate, he walked with me to the parking deck and followed me to my car. we were the only two in the parking deck. 

while at my car, he asked me on a date. i was not interested in the slightest. but hey, im a girl all alone in the parking deck with a security guard. i had just heard about a woman getting killed for rejecting a man. and i sure tf have no lived enough to die. so i told him that school was starting soon and i did not have time. smooth escape i thought. and i also thought that would be it, i was wrong. 

the next week, i left the second floor (where i worked) to go downstairs and get a snack from the vending machines. he saw me and ran to try and pay for my snack, thoughtful gesture, but i refused as i did not want to lead him on. he then followed me to the elevators and handed me a note with his number on it. 

i had to cross paths with him to get to work, and he would make comments to me. once in particular troubled me.“you dont work on wednesdays, we could go out on a wednesday.” and that is when a red flag went off for me. 

why do you know my work schedule? ive already said i wasnt interest, why are you still actively pursing me? so i told my friend/co-worker about the interactions and asked her to walk me to my car.

while working late one evening, he came to the suite and started talking and staring. it was after hours and he was no longer on the clock. the other security officer on duty was probably home with his feet kicked up by this hour. instead of doing the same... he came to “see what was going on.” being aware of the situation and that i was uncomfortable, my friend engaged in the conversation so i didnt have to. bless her. 

during orientation, we had leftover food. my boss at the time asked me to take some to the security officers. my friend and i locked eyes knowing i sure tf was not about to lead this man on by any means. so, that is when i told my boss at the time that i was good off doing that. if you know who my boss was, you know she will get the truth out of you. 

one thing lead to another and boom, the incidents were reported to HR. who i was required to meet with. during the first week of classes, i met both HR and my boss to reassure them that i was not looking to get a black man fired, i just wanted to be left alone. 

time went by, nothing happened. i still was uncomfortable passing the security desk. i would have friends walk with me to the car so i wouldnt be alone bc guess who did rounds in the parking deck, yeah. you guessed it, him. 

unfortunately, my request was not fulfilled. he did not leave me alone. i was required to do a tabling event for work. guess where that tabling event was? right across from the security desk. gr8!!! he looked at me and loudly started saying "i shouldn't have to come to work and be uncomfortable.” he said this several times, causing others in the area to look and see what was going on. 

again, the tabling event was for work (different job btw). i was sitting next to my boss who was unaware of the previous interactions. she too asked “why is he screaming like that?” 

i sat there in shock. in silence. and on the clock, so i couldnt leave. 

why. should. he. have. to. come. to. work. and. feel. uncomfortable.

that was it, my breaking point. i felt unsafe. i expressed my concerns to the appropriate parties. eventually time went on and he was transferred. 

shortly after, repressed memories of my childhood rape surfaced during a therapy session. along with many thoughts: was i over exaggerating? did i lead him on in anyway? could i have done more to let him know i wasnt interested before reporting the incidents? was this my fault? 

guilt. 

i lost track of what was happening in real life because i was so distracted by the thoughts in my head. but as soon as i gained back some control, real life hit me again. my legal writing assignment had been posted. and guess what the topic was? sexual harassment in the work place. 

you mean to tell me, i have to do research, write a brief, and have an oral argument about sexual harassment? shit, someone call my therapist. 

i wrote some shit on some paper. and that was that.  what was happening in my classes? no clue.  what was happening in my life? no clue.  what was going on in the world? no clue. 

i got lost again. 

i just wanted to float and let the current carry me for awhile. i wanted to watch the clouds chase each other into different corners of the sky like freed kites who never worry about the meaning of away. i wanted to float. ive been swimming so long. 

but my thoughts eventually had an off switch and i was good again. then guess what? 

kavanaugh. 

here we fucking go again. 

the student body president signed an aba petition to conduct an impartial hearing on kav. and for some reason, some students were pissed. so they took it upon themselves to write a petition to have the sba president remove his name from the aba petition and issue an apology. 

i need you to pay very close attention for this part. 

i sat in class triggered. surrounded by people signing this petition while tears poured down my face. how fucking disgusting are you people. 

now the only reason i know what the petition actual was is because i am in sba. otherwise, i would have no clue it ever existed. want to know why? because the students who wrote the petition never asked me to sign it. trust me, i am not offended. in fact, im honored that they knew better than to bring some bullshit like that to me. but what was upsetting, when another student asked what was going on (why everyone was gathered looking at the petition), the authors of it said  “we’re just looking at some stuff about aba accreditation.” 

baby, if you gonna talk about it. be about it. smh. 

the petition surfaced. and the names on it, wow. people i looked up to. people i considered role models. women who are allegedly advocates for women. women in general. even a few self-proclaimed feminist.

wow. the names. 

so many people who have reached out to me when i told my story about being raped as a child. so many people i believed would be there for me if i asked for help dealing with the recent sexual harassment. so many frauds. 

their names, they were on it. big and bold.  

i didnt want to float anymore. i wanted to drown. 

i was suffering. isolating myself from everyone. i did the absolute bare minimum. i distanced myself from my family, my friends, from everyone around me. 

i didnt read for any of my classes.  i stopped caring.  i had thoughts about dropping out of school.  i still have the withdrawal email in my draft. 

i want to give someone credit for helping me through this, but i cant. this ocean, its so big. but hell, i havent drowned yet. 

meanwhile, im still swimming.

[bedlamgames]

Q&A #58

Thank you to everyone who has been sending in reports! Definitely appreciated as every one that I can solve makes the game better. Ones that need specific responses under the break. 

Anonymous: This is not a question but i wanted to say thank you as you have answered many of my questions and quite quickly unlike some other developers. So again a sincere thank you.

Okay maybe this one didn’t need a specific response but cheers anyway! (I swear I’m doing these in the order they came in and not just bumping up the nice one to the top.)

asapien1: Your patch notes reminded me of a question, I hope it hasn't been answered already. Is it possible for slavers (and/or the PC) to gain insatiable? As far as I know short of starting as the default lago mae or having the TF edition there is no way for the PC to get it.

I changed that with the hotfix so now any trollop/lago’mae going through full custom can also get it automatically if they don’t take sex addict. I’m planning to do an overhaul for corruption soonish like I did with biomancy and Insatiable seems like a good possible outcome for it. 

Anonymous: hi, no haven issue: have a slave with alchemist trait that i cannot give the alchemist camp position to, despite it not being marked as being restricted to slavers only

Will check, but that should indeed be listed as slaver only if I remember right. 

Anonymous: NSFW games are swarmed with slave training games where you are the person that's training other npc's, but there is literally no games in development that allows the opposite thing - being captured and trained. Do you have any plans for reversed no haven gameplay in your games (WR or maybe fail of assignments in No Haven, maybe you have plans for a new games)?

Oh FFW’s Prisoner mod for CoC, you were so much damn better than CoC ever was, but sadly long abandoned. LIked it so much back in the day I was seriously planning for a while to do a similar idea as a sub area of Rough Landing 2 with it’s own path to completion. I wrote a bunch for it along with editing some images as I was planning to play around with the little used RAGS image layers functionality (mainly cause even compared to the rest of RAGS it’s just awful), but ended up abandoning it thinking I could make use of it while being imprisoned in Whorelock’s. Obviously No Haven and the Twine conversion have slowed things down but it’s certainly something I’d like to come back to some time. I’d also like to have more content after losing the encampment in No Haven so watch this space basically. 

Anonymous: Honestly, this is a ridiculous question, but do harpies have two arms and then a set of wings on their back? Or do they have a set of arm-wings that don't have hands but can be used for non precise grasping? This question is brought up because the artwork shows it two different ways. The more common artwork are the arm-wings, but just want your opinion since the artwork isn't 100% representative.

I love ridiculous questions, doubly so when they’re based on the world building. It’s alluded to in the examine lore, but they can have both based on who they’ve been cross-breeding with. There is a reason for this like with the lamia and it’s something I’m planning to explore. 

Anonymous: imgur /a/iOBiI 0.7701 in 0.7702, here's hoping it doesn't break everything

imgur /a/sYDXK loading 0.7701 into 0.7702 makes training of previously owned slaves impossible, and for some reason the previous versions file name pops up in the top bar.

This is why every time the question of using previous version saves my answer has been either ‘well, it might work...’ or just a straight ‘please don’t do it as I know I’ve changed enough that it will break things’. It’s one of the many reasons my absolute number one design goal is replayability. Maybe one day one everything is finalized and I’m just adding assignments and events it won’t cause issues, but till then I wouldn’t do it.

Anonymous: You can no longer request a slaver with healing to perform a heal action which is annoying. Also it is bizarre but if a slaver is placed last on an assignment some traits are duplicated. This seems to be purely random with me sometimes gaining two Agg success or two Pea failures. If I move that slaver to a different position they lose the double trait. I have not test to see if a different slaver would also duplicate, but it is strange since I don't remember it in other versions.

Not sure what’s happening with the second one, but the first I can easily recreate and is bad enough I definitely need to sort this hotfix so thanks for letting me know. 

Anonymous: I was going to report that the Innocent trait gets removed despite the slave having a chastity belt before checking the last QnA. But then I noticed that the endof the day sex text still mentions the use of vagina despite chastity belts as well. Now I guess the slavers might have the key too, but that seems a bit counter productive.

Huh, could have sworn there was coding to make sure chastity resulted in oral/anal only. Next update I’m giving the sex text a bunch of love so will make sure chastity devices properly do stuff. 

Anonymous: Could you please allow to have more slaves than slavers?

I’m torn on this one. On one hand being outnumbered by slaves is a bad idea, on the other if a player wants to risk it why shouldn’t they, and on the third lamia’s hand certain races like ogres can surely handle more slaves being around than say a goblin can. Will think about it, but it’s not going to happen soon as every slave taking assignment has that check so it’ll be a lot of work to adjust it. 

Anonymous: I have a slave listed under slaver and he counts towards assignments but he stays in the camp, and he is able to use other slaves like he's a slaver, is this a bug? 

Definitely. 

[imaginegladions]

K Project AU Headcanons [PT1]

G doesn’t have the time to write a fully fleshed out fic because she has an Accounting exam, an online long exam at 8PM for Science, a play script to write for English, a video about her autobiography, a service project, and a philosophical journal to write for Philosophy, 15 working hours at my church as well as an interview about it’s history/church statement as well as an Oral Exam to prep for in Theology, two articles due for the School Paper, and a Tag Sale to prepare for which is a requirement for all Marketing students all due within the next two weeks on top of my regular homework.

*breathes in* I need a break.

So like, the Slates choose people with great influence in Alola and give them supernatural powers as per usual. 

It’s not like Kahunas, nononono these are different.

For one, the Slates were created by scientists in Aether as a way of boosting human genetics and abilities.

Basically, they found a magic rock and accidentally turned it on now there are like 6 people running around in the world wielding these superpowers who can also give them to people who become their clansmen.

START HERE IF YOU ALREADY KNOW THE BASICS OF WHAT K PROJ IS!!

Enter You!

*Opening Song Plays* woooorriesssss slowllyyy come and kissssss tell meee what’s youurrrr nAAAAAME

ok shutting up now sorry i’m such a nerd for this anime

After the Slates started giving people these crazy powers someone had to prevent it from going out of control.

Luckily!!! Lusamine was granted with the amazing Blue Aura!!! Queen Lusamine managed to tame the Slates which she created anyway so that’s fair but still 6 people were left in the world wielding different coloured auras.

Meanwhile!!! This evil Silver King!! From a different region happens to visit Alola and gets these powers!!!

And in a bid to destroy Lusamine and grant even more power to the people of the world by stopping her from putting a cap on the magic rock, he tries to assassinate Lusamine!!

EXCEPT!! HER HUSBAND MOHN TAKES THE BLOW AND DIES!!

Lusamine completely desTROYS THIS SILVER KING AND HER SWORD OF DAMOCLES - a floating sword that appears above the heads of Kings when they use their Aura that is also a symbol of their power - BECOMES REALLY WORN OUT LOOKING.

This is bad news bc if the sword falls then it will destroy… everyone in the Alola region, oh noes.

LUCKILY!!! Green King Kukui steps up to help her handle the Slate in the mean time!! He’s not too strong though since his power mainly works with nature and Lusamine was one of the stronger Kings having derived her power from ice and wind.

Lusamine slowly becomes insane as time passes still not over the murder of her husband~~

Following Canon, Gladion realises that if he stays with the Blue Clan then he will be expected to become his mother’s right hand since his dad was fulfilling that role beforehand.

Instead of staying to witness Lusamine’s reign of terror he leaves to find a power that can rival Lusamine’s.

AND ALONG CAME THE RED KING GUZMA.

Team Skull is basically Homra. They’re both full of thugs that mean well and are actually cinnamon rolls.

Plumeria is like… their Kusanagi lbh they both mom all the members of their clan.

Anyway, by becoming part of the Red Clan Gladion earns the Red Aura which derives power from fire isn’t that the edgiest thing omg.

All the members have the skull tattoo too instead of the Homra Tattoo that they have in canon.

So Gladion stays with King Guzma and basically becomes his 3rd in Command who digs out all the secrets and goes on stealth missions.

Meanwhile!!! Lillie is confused af about why her brother left the Blue Clan and she asks her crazy mom for permission to go after him but Lusamine becomes even crazier and Lillie is starting to think that staying is a bad fucking idea so she runs away the first chance she gets staying with King Kukui in his little hut.

On her way to it!!! Lillie meets you!!!

You just arrived at the island and are lost so Lillie takes you to see Hala.

Hala is, of course, the Gold King. He keeps people in check, he mostly has the managing jobs taking care of the governance of Alola with his Gold Aura of light.

His grandson Hau takes to you immediately!!!

AND SUDDENLY!!!

YOU START GLOWING!!!

And Lillie is like ( 0.0)

And Hala is like ( 0 o 0)

And Hau is like ( OwO)

BIG SURPRISE!!! A SILVER SWORD APPEARS ABOVE YOUR HEAD CONGRATS YOU’RE THE NEW SILVER KING.

And then Lillie Realises.

Oh Shit, you’re the new Silver King.

Lusamine and Guzma are on the scene and start clashing like rip Kukui’s hut and Hala’s house these two are fighting and destroying things.

And all the while poor you are confused and floating in the air not used to your Silver Aura and the powers that come with it.

Luckily! Gladion is on the scene! 

And Gladion takes one look at you floating lit up with Silver Aura and thinks Oh Shit.

Cupid better mcfreaking put that arrow away right now-

Cupid, no!

Cupid, YES!

Anyway, he knows he should get you the frick away from Lusamine before she blows you up and her sword falls down because she almost didn’t survive killing the previous Silver King she’ll destroy Alola if she kills you her sword will blow you all up to kingdom come.

Lusamine’s sword falls anyway during her battle with Guzma and the Red King scrambles to shoot Lusamine before her Sword hits the ground so that nobody will get killed.

Everyone stands there, staring at Lusamine lying on the ground, her sword disappearing.

The Blue Clan are devastated.

Lillie starts following you everywhere, at a loss for what to do. 

You decide not to take any more clan members, remembering how her mom’s death was caused basically by her need to kill you.

As a way to repay her, you take Lillie with you on a Pokémon journey.

You don’t use your Silver Aura in front of her.

It might remind her of the person who killed both her parents.

Hau tags along some time after and sometimes he uses his Gold Aura to make butterflies and make Lillie smile.

In which Hau is a Totsuka that doesn’t die.

You’re all surprised to find Gladion walking up to you one day, challenging you to a battle.

“Do you mean-”

“I mean a Pokémon battle, of course.”

He’s surprisingly alright after his mother’s death.

He’s a bit desensitised to it after his dad’s death. He’s still hurting from it, from the absence of the Blue his mother gave him. Which is why he decided maybe training Pokémon would give him something else to think about.

Gr8 minds think alike hm? *eyebrow wiggle*

YOU CRUSH HIM IN POKEMON BATTLE AND HE’S NOT ABOUT TO TAKE THAT LYING DOWN.

He tags along too.

His excuse? He wants to be close and see how you train so he can beat you.

Lillie is v amused because this is her brother she knows what he really means. He just wants an excuse to be near you.

BUT!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Maybe some of the old Blue Clan are still angry at the Red Clan and Silver Clan and Gold Clan for not preventing the death of their King so one day they see you four!!!

The Silver King!!! The grandson of the Gold King!!! And the traitor 3rd in Command of the Red King!!!

AND THEY AMBUSH YOU!!

You try of course to activate your Silver Aura and manage to do it but so far all you know is some floating and a bit of memory manipulation you don’t know any offensive uses of your Aura yet!!!

Gladion steps in front of you, his Aura engulfing him in flames and protecting you.

And he is lit af omfg.

Hau is struggling a bit with his Gold Aura but he knows how to apply it enough to protect Lillie.

Lillie is v distressed that her friends and her are in danger and everything was going fine for the first time since her dad died and she sNAPS

AND. THEN. THERE. WAS. LIGHT.

A big majestic Blue Sword appears above Lillie’s head. Surprise! She’s the new Blue King.

And all these Blue Clan that attacked you? Yeah, they all bow tf down to their Queen.

NO ONE MESSES WITH HER CLIQUE.

You four are like… the 4 Horsemen of the Apocalypse. No one messes with any of you. You have 2 Kings and 2 strong clansmen among you from all 4 coloured clans in Alola.

Green King Kukui is v proud of all his kiddos and so is Hala.

You guys finish up your Island Trial and you become Pokémon League Champ but also your headquarters is now in the Pokémon League with Gladion, Lillie, and Hau as part of your Elite Four.

Your last member is this guy named Sun who Kukui also trained. He doesn’t say much but he’s part of the Green Clan and is fairly strong so it ties all the colours together nicely.

Grey King Red watches all of you from the Battle Tree all chill and everything. His only clan member is Blue.