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kitybur · 2 years ago

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𝐛𝐮𝐳𝐳𝐞𝐫 | 𝐪𝐮𝐚𝐜𝐤𝐢𝐭𝐲

⌦ in which you are a rather popular streamer, and get invited to a cut’s buzzer dating video.

— warnings: pronouns not mentioned, swearing, use of real name

| this is a draft from a while ago, idk why i was obsessed with the buzzer dating vids from cut's but here we are |

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you were anxiously waiting in the room the producers had showed you when you first came into the building. it was a small comfy area; plush green couches and chairs with light blanket throw overs and soft pillows.

it was almost a mystery how you ended here. cut had emailed your team and asked if you were available to shoot a dating video for their channel. although it was a weird offer, you agreed nonetheless, hoping to maybe find someone out of it.

you rubbed your sweaty hands on your jeans as a woman walked into the room. she had just taken her turn but must’ve been buzzed since she came back. this worried you.

“how’d it go?” one of the other women asked. the one who had returned smiled and shook her head.

“he’s cute, but i’m not his type.” she paused, sitting down in a chair and looking over to you. “i really hope you get him, or someone in this room does.” you smiled nervously at her in thanks. just as she moved on to speak again, one of the crew members motioned you to come out.

it was now your turn. deep breath in. deep breath out.

you stood and walked out. the room was a dull white and had two chairs and a table with a button in the middle. you put a confident smile on your face as the man sitting in the chair spoke.

“hi! im alex!” his tone was rather soft, definitely not what you expected once taking in his appearance. he had shoulder length brown fluffy hair, the top of it hidden by a black beanie. his shirt baggy along with his jeans. you couldn’t deny that it was attractive.

you stuck out your hand, his instantly meeting it in a tight grip. “it’s nice to meet you, alex. i’m y/n!” you let go of his soft hand to pull out your chair and sit down.

“are you nervous?” he asked with a slight chuckle. in all honesty, he had felt the shake in your hand when he shook it, he wanted to make sure you were okay.

you let out a little laugh back. “just a little. this is all a little nerve wracking. are you?”

alex nodded, expanding his hands on the table. “a little, yeah. can i ask, how old are you?” he seemed nervous at the question, but you didn’t take it to heart. you would’ve asked the same thing eventually.

“of course! i’m twenty. how about yourself?”

“i’m twenty-one! nice that we’re around the same age.” you agreed with a soft smile. you went to ask a question when the button started to talk.

“what do you guys do for a living?” the robotic voice was loud and clear, coming from the tiny box in front of you. you both stayed silent for a moment, taking in what the button said before speaking up.

“i, uh, stream on twitch, sometimes.” you shrugged, feeling slightly embarrassed. alex looked at you with wide eyes, and you felt like you were a goner.

“no way! i stream on twitch too!” you let out a breathy laughed, shaking your head.

“damn, really? well, i’m glad we have that in common.” he stayed silent with a small smile plastered on his face. the button glowed red and you were sure he was going to press it.

“y/n is into humours people.” the button turned blue again and you felt your stomach doing flips. he didn’t press it.

“oh, really?” alex asked, eyes making contact with your own orbs. you nodded, making his face light up more. “i just happen to be the most funniest person alive.”

“i love the confidence, it’s hot.” you immediately bring your hand to your mouth as a way to shut yourself up.

“what did you say?” please, button. shut up.

alex was laughing, not at you but at the bright pink dusting your face he saw when you removed your hand. “oh, god. i’m sorry!”

“no, no, no, no! i’m flattered to know you think i’m hot. you’re not too bad yourself, mi amor.” your face was a shade darker of pink while his was light. this guy could be a flirt if he wanted.

“do you find each other attractive?”

you swallowed the lump in your throat, holding your own hand under the table. “yeah-yes. i do find him attractive.” you might’ve felt like dying right then and there.

“i too, find y/n attractive.” alex said in a sly tone. you stared at each other for a few moments before it was ruined by the room lighting up red by the button once again. you watched alex's eyes drop down to the button, then back to you. but he made no move to press it, and neither did you.

"this is the second time, and neither of you have pressed." said the button, turning blue. "do you wish to see each other outside of this video?"

you nodded, quickly, causing alex to laugh. "i would love to see him after this, if he'll have me." you gave a small wink and shy smile. alex shook his head.

"i'd love to have you, you don't even need to ask." you laughed lightly, trying to get rid of the warm feeling in your stomach and the tight knots twisting.

"go on, give each other a hug to end it off." alex stood out of his chair, slowly walking over to you and reaching a hand out. without thinking twice, you reach out and let him help you stand. you wrapped your arms around his shoulders, while his secured around your waist. he swayed you both for a moment or two before letting go, but not going too far.

"you guys are free to go now, hope you work out!" a female producer called out, clapping her hands along with a few other workers. you made your way towards the exit, slightly embarrassed and took a deep breathe as you reached outside.

"hey!" you turned around to see non other than alex, hands on his hips. "leaving so soon?" he smirked.

"not without my prize." you flirted back, stepping closer. his eyes widened and he let out a huff.

"speaking up now are we?" he let his palm rest against your jaw and he rubbed thumb rub back and forth. just when you thought he was going in for a kiss, he pulled back. "would love for your number so we can continue this."

you stared at him, mixed emotions in your eyes. lust, confusion, and even anger. sad to say, you may have desperately wanted to kiss him there.. who wouldn't have? in your haze state, you pulled out your phone and handed it to him. he punched in his number and handed your phone back to you. alex told you that he needed to leave to stream, which you understood. he pressed a kiss to your forehead and turned around.

as you watched him walk away, you thought about what would have happened if you didn't agree to do this video. but quickly put that thought behind you, because you had potentially met your future lover. you were definitely going to be stalking his stream before you had to start your own for the night.

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a/n: bye lol i rushed the ending i didnt know what to put LMAO. ok i hope you enjoyed.

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tan1shere · 8 months ago

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can you PLAHESE make more Eva x fem!reader i don’t have like an idea but im thinking one of evas therapy sessions get a lil freaky

(idk this my first time asking for something lol, if you cant thats cool)

You're No Good For Me

Eva x female reader !

A/n: Oh gurl I just had the PERFECT idea for one, yes it's inspired by the song slightly 😇

Summary: you and Eva have known eachother for awhile, you go and spend your break at the place she lives, when you were in the therapy room together, things turn into something else. Something more.

Warnings: smut smut and more smut ! Scissoring guys 🤭 fingering, soft dom Eva, sub reader - and I think that's about it, enjoy !!!

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You had to clear your mind, so this was the exact place to do that. Eva was an old friend who you had known for years, the both of you were texting one day when she suggested you come down for a long weekend to set your mind at ease. You never exactly knew what she did but you agreed nonetheless. Once you got there you head up to the door, knocking on it. And there she was. "Eva." You smile, going to hug her. "Hey you." She kindly leaves a kiss on your cheek. "Missed you." She finishes. Pulling back to place her hands on your face. "You look good." She grins. You smile again. "Too kind, but so do you my goodness!"

She lets you into the house helping you with your luggage. "I'll put them in the room you'll be sleeping in." You thank her, looking around the beautiful house. You saw some other girls wandering around. It made you think what she actually did, it was probably time you asked her. As she came back, she began to show you around. There was so much to the house, many rooms, big spaces. It was very beautiful. "I've been meaning to ask - out of curiosity." You then pipe up, making her look at you. "What do you even do? What is this place?" She smiles that intoxicating smile. Maybe you had, had a crush on her when you were younger. Is that feeling still there?

Because that just sent a shiver down your spine. "We run a female empowerment group. Just me and the girls that live here." She turns back around to continue the tour. But something felt off, was that fully the truth? Why did you get the feeling it was so much more than that. You knew Eva, and she seemed a little bit different. Especially with how she acted with the others. Although she didn't seem to do that with you. She knew how you saw her from all those years ago, she didn't want to blow anything and scare you. But if anything you were just more intrigued.

It had been a few days, you got to know some of the girls that lived there, doing little activities with them. You eventually started piecing it together on what was really happening. You were currently just drinking a tea, while sitting on a small sofa in the living room. When Eva comes in. "Join me?" Your head pops up from out of your book. "What for?" You asked. "Just come with me, ok?" You reluctantly get up, following her. "You're not gunna kill me are you?" You then say, half joking. For the first time Eva showed more emotion in her features while looking at you. "What are you on about?" You laugh a tiny bit. "Nuthinn." She still looks at you bewildered. You then reach a room, it was quite dark in there.

The only source of light was coming from the circular window on the wall. She sits down on a small pillow, encouraging you to do the same with the other that's infront of her. You slowly do. "I usually do therapy lessons but I feel like we haven't spoken much over the last few days. Gives us a chance to in here, away from everything." You nod at her statement. When a silence was being cascaded across the dimly lit room. "Are you going to tell me what this place really is?" She just looks at you. "I told you babe, female-"

"That's bullshit." You cut her off.

"Eva, just tell me." - "You aren't going to brainwash me are you?" You laugh a tiny bit. She knew how smart you were and that you caught onto what this place truly was. "I've known you since we were kids. And this is only for a weekend. Plus I don't brainwash I persuade." Your eyebrow raises. "Y/n it's me, just trust that." You take a moment, but you always trusted her, you knew she wasn't going to force you to stay with any kind of words. But she also knew you'd willingly come back to see her. Ever since you were younger there was something between the two of you. She knew that your friendship would last a long time, so she had no worries.

"I don't need to tell you then. Your smart-ass figured it out." She tilts her head forward slightly, having a tiny smirk on her face. Her head then tilts to the side as she leans forward. "You know I think about you often." She admits. "That so?" You ask intrigued, a small grin plastered on your own face. "Well I mean I'm sure the feelings mutual." She then adds, making your eyebrow raise again. "Says who?" Her smirk widens. "Well you did have a crush on me as teens." For some reason that makes your body stiffen. You never thought she actually had suspicions about it. "I don't know what-" But her face gets impossibly close.

"Don't even finish that sentence, because we both know I'm telling the truth." You were, silenced. "Still know how to zip it when told. Noted." You stare into her eyes. The perfect ocean blue. Except they had something more taunting in them now. Almost challenging. "So what if I did." You then speak. She looks down at your lips. "Yeah?" Silence. Her eyes meet your own. "Feelings mutual baby." As soon as she uttered those words you grabbed her face and kissed her, it was hasty. Feverish. Her hands move to place them on your thighs, getting you to lay back on the floor. You then pull away. "Won't someone come in-?"

Your worried expression just makes her grin. "Nah, rules are no one comes in here til I come back out. Even if they need me for something." You breathe out a relieved sigh. When her lips are back on yours in an instant. "To be honest-" You began as she kissed your neck. You always were a blabber. "I don't even know why-" your words cut short as she bit down, causing a small noise to come out of you. But nonetheless you continued. "-I liked you.. you were kind of bitchy to me- teen years." You breathe as her face comes in view with your own.

"Really huh? Bitchy?" You shrugged. "Ever think that was my way of saying, 'hey you're so fucking hot I just have to have you?'" Her eyebrows raise in question. Your face goes totally still. "That shut you up." Once again her smirk returns. Her soft lips returned to your neck, leaving a small mark. Your eyes flutter close. Was this really happening right now? "Ever since those years you've invaded my mind." Her hands move to pull the straps down on your dress, surprised you had no bra on. But she was definitely not complaining.

Her hands make contact with your tits, kneading gently. You gasp a tiny bit, still having your eyes closed. A small whimper leaves you as her lips travel down to them. She takes her sweet time, worshiping every sliver of skin around your breast. She was soft, but definitely firm with her intentions. "We-" You gulp back a moan, causing her to look up at you. "What? Dont think we should be doing this?" You nod ever so slightly, just a tad worried. She grabs your jaw getting you to open your eyes and look at her. "I promise. It's just you. And me." Her eyes stare into your own, and for some reason you just trust her by that single look.

Grabbing her face again and bringing her down to kiss you. Maybe you did still have a crush on her, maybe that feeling was still lingering. Her hands make their way down your body. Her fingers teased the thin fabric that laid under your summer dress. "Please.." You breathe, just wanting it to finally happen. "Eva please." You grew needier when she wouldn't budge. But that only causes your eyes to open again, looking to see her staring down at you. "Patience." She then says as your eyes meet. It was a warning. She was making clear that she was in control here. You whine with annoyance until you feel her hands back on your jaw.

"Uh uh, don't do that. You'll get what you want." Her fingers danced around your face delicately, moving down to your neck. "With time.." She finishes. "Being sooo good for me though." You swallowed at her tone, God she was even more mesmerizing than years ago. Her hands move under your dress, pulling your underwear off, letting out a satisfied hum. "Haven't even touched you and you're sopping." Her fingers go to touch. "Was it my words? My voice?" You're in a daze when you hear her fingers snap. Causing your attention to be back on her. "You wanna answer me pretty girl?" Your eyes meet. "Y-yes.. your voice.." Her face shone with admiration. "Your touch..." You carry on. As you soon feel her fingers sliding into you, you're gone.

Head back, arching just slightly to feel more. The worry of someone walking in fading away. "Keep going, know you can. Tell me." Her voice was like a drug. Her fingers curl inside you, feeling your gummy walls suck her in. You gasp at the feeling. "Come on, just want to hear it. Unless you want me to stop, is that it?" A fake concerned, pitty look is on her face. You swallow hard. "N-no please don't." She hums lightly. "What, else." - "Y- your eyes.. and-" Your lids screw shut as she suddenly adds another finger, making you stretch like crazy. "Fuck!" But her hand is quickly over your mouth.

"Quiet angel, not too loud." Her hand slowly moves but you grab it. "And.. your lips." You continue, grabbing her finger lazily. Sticking it in your mouth and sucking. She's impressed with all your sudden obedience. "That's better. Good, girl." Your eyes roll back as her pace quickens once again and you feel it. It gets harder for her to move before she pulls them out. You let out a whiny cry around her finger.

"I know my girl I know." She soothes. But Eva truly meant that, she wanted you to cum. But she needed it. To be against her. "You're being so incredibly good I just need to do something ok?" She pulls her finger out of your mouth as your face is tired, pouty. "Awww." She bites her lip at your face currently, it was too precious for words. "You're just so sweet."

"Just like all those years ago." She began, standing up to take the layers of clothes she was wearing. You watch intently. "Always nose deep in those books, not giving a care in the world. Style is still the same. Always made me want to rip those dresses off your beautiful body." Your head falls back as you couldn't keep it up any longer. "Eva-" You were about to say something else when you felt something warm and so soft on your cunt. Causing a moan to escape you. "And i get to fuck her raw." She breathes the words out. Your eyes open so quick.

Looking down at where you two were connected, her pussy against your own, making your mouth hang open. They fit perfectly together, your wetness making it easy for her to grind against you, the pleasure building up again for the both of you. "What if I told you I craved you." She then says, her velvety voice making you ache for her to speed up. A tiny whimper leaving you in the process. Your eyes shut again.

Focusing on the pleasure she's giving you. But she was teasing, causing you to whine. You just needed it. Her. But she needed to hear you say it, beg for her. "Please fuck me." You moan out, having your eyes closed. "What was that?" You let out an annoyed whimper. But you open your eyes to be in line with hers, they were full of adrenaline, lust. "Speak." - "Please just fuck me Eva please!" And so she does, more intensly fucking against your cunt. The feeling was everything, she felt way too good against you. "Mmm Eva." You whine out, going to grip her arms.

She leans over you, your breasts touching one another's as she grinds harder against you. Her head rests in your neck, kissing, biting sucking. "I'm so close don't stop!" You blab as if she was going to do that. She was enjoying this too much. As she ruts against you a moan of her own is let past her lips, against your neck and ringing in your ears. It was so hot you might cum from that alone. She balances on her hands still hovering above you. Face, to face.

"Cum against me, know you can." She breathes, out of breath herself, matching your ragged breathing, chest rising and falling fast. The eye contact increases every sensation you were both feeling. "Fuck, you really are an angel.. look at you.." She moans. "Eva- i-" She nods. "With me, come on baby." She says when you both shortly after cum against the other. The feeling was even better than you had anticipated. Your head falling back completely against the hardwood floor. Catching your breath and so was she. Until you make eye contact again, no words. No nothing. Just a beautiful silence.

Maybe she was brainwashing you. But at the same time she wasn't. You were just so intoxicated by her and you had to stay.

"Do you think we'll be inlove?"

"I count on it."

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ethernetmeep · 4 months ago

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20:55 — my therapist asked me a specific question today, how i reconcile & how i am so optimistic. not using the exact terminology of optimistic per se, but more so implying how i have got to the place i currently am. in the moment i had sputtered for a response, because it was both unexpected & a question very few ask me, & if they do it is one i always am unsure how to answer. in the moment i chalked it up to a reverse childhood (although teenage years are still apart of that, just slightly older) order, where when i was young (10, 11, 13?) i acted like an adult & was very nihilistic and now i still guess i have the vocabulary of one in some regards but i have kept the empathy, or more so had it blossom as i have aged. its not as if i never hate the world, it sucks and when people are a bit too irksome i can feel that grip slipping, but i try to compose it. i still don’t believe this makes me ‘better’ than anyone else— i have a heavy alienation between internal thoughts than outward reality— but that doesn’t mean i suddenly think we should kill someone if they shout because they’re upset. that is what it is like to feel such complex emotions in a befuddled world.

now when i am thinking it is not really the childhood thing anymore, although i guess it plays a part… at the same time though, i do not know the ‘thing’. if anything, it is the statement said before of genuine want & joy for others, to share what it is to live, to share any humanity i can, even to those like me who may have denied its existence or still feel alienated from it. i would like to try to have them too see that happiness, sit and discuss the stars & gently tap ones nose as it gets cold from the frost, & even if it does not work, i will have preferred to try than to never at all offer. i want to try. it is my duty as a flesh being to at the very least attempt. to me, anyway… it is not a rule others have to follow, per se. we all have different principles!

 so i guess maybe that is why, a duty to try. i have spent so much of these past few years enduring, enduring, enduring, enduring, [extended information] oh no my life is ending, my name is not the name others call me, everything hurts, i am in a body that is not my own— everything amalgamates into the realization i haven’t even started it. i am afraid & it is no ones fault but the world & shitty parents. maybe this, too, spurs why i try. i want to not spend this life afraid, i do not want to jump at shadows for it all. i want to hold out an open palm, because although not everyone is ready for that i must try. i will hug & hold & speak & be tender & only hope when i walk past my old old kindergarten i see a little boy with twigs stuck in his socks and a few stray pebbles in his shoes & tell him he will be loved someday & choke back sobs because he is like that little tiny boy from a video interviewing children with the tiny black leather jacket that prefers to be alone and does not like parties which is like many people in life. see, im crying about that. i get profoundly emotional

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zukkacore · 10 months ago

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🌤️ & ☔ !!

🌤️Share your favorite piece of dialogue from your WIP.

okkk so this is cheating b/c this is actually. From an old draft of If You Want Divinity that was way darker. But I might reconstitute it for a new thing b/c I do.... like it, it just didn't fit with the tone:

“Or is this all a… What do you call it? A leap of faith?” He grabs Porter by the hair, pulling his head back so that he’s forced to look him in the eye. “Was there ever a moment you doubted my devotion?” His other hand wraps nicely around Porter’s throat, resting pretty. “Or did you always know I would choose you?” A Message. I can feel everything. All your rage, your shame, your desire, your lovely desperation. Your envy… Does that frighten you? To know you can never hide from me again? It must be some sort of miracle for him to actually intimidate Porter, but rage emboldens him. He’s kept two people under his skin so long that the company is comforting. You don’t have the guts. “You sure?” says Jace. A beat. Do it. His grip slackens.

I am gonna count Message as dialogue :')

☔Is there a fic concept you have that you'd like to just explain and share because you're not sure you'll ever write it? If so, what is it?

I have a couple that I'm not sure if I'm gonna finish or go for. A lot of these are kinda ambitious which i used to take on with gusto but i do have a problem with abandoning shit (and delayed gratification) so the idea of committing myself to a big piece is like. Maybe.... maybe.... At the same time, i am that kind of ambitious person, short things are not normally what i do. I have a few ideas that are not the most fleshed out:

I do genuinely really like the idea of doing a You've Got Mail rival academies AU but i also know that would probably take a tone of work and i'm like..... ughhhh. But i think they could do the hate to love thing. Its the Nora Ephron n Meg Ryan collab i think is the most fitting for the two of them (although if there was a when harry met sally (evil version) Take..... maybe)

Vaguely a timeloop au sounds fun. I LOOOOVE a timeloop. and have been wanting to write one for forever but i don't have a strong Vision on it right now. Don't know if its a timeloop to change what happened kind of timeloop or a timeloop to realize you can never go back kind of timeloop. There's also the Timeloop as Redemption angle that i think is fun, that's the groundhog day thing that's the happy death day thing and i think there's precedent of it being like. a Chronomancy thing. Aguefort subject these bitches to a timeloop so you can put them back on your payroll im begging you

Althought time loop purgatory also goes hand in hand with my joke that Porter and Jace should be subjected to a Bad Place Elmville as hell punishment. A vaguely inspired Good Place AU would be really funny i think. Again, it's too formless for me to know what to do with it. I don't actually think it should be that they think they're in The Good Place, i think the trick should be they're convinced ankarna gave them a second shot at life so now they life in elmville only everything is shifted slightly to the left bc its a pocket hell dimension meant to torture them. Like Chidi and Eleanor, oops they fell in love. Again. This is formless.

ALSO kinda goes hand in hand with my joke abt Ankarnatown i made a while back like Jace fetching Porter from hell??? no notes. But like. damn i gotta make it myself?? That sucks

I honestly sincerely might write some zara/clones or lucilla/clones stuff. That ones purely and indulgence. Purely just for me. I wanted to include a small zara/jace throughline or a lucilla/j2 implication in Almost but it just like. Did not have the air for that i just felt like it didn't fit for the tone it just kinda was detracting (as much as zarajace making porter jealouse wouldve been fun) and just in there for me b/c i like Persephades Orphydice

Again this is formless. All i'm gonna say is i drew a gamechanger au. and now i think the idea of Aguefort subjecting his staff to gameshows for personal enrichment is so funny. Aguefort heaven is porter hell its a very efficient system

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katthyacinth · 1 year ago

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✨Trust Exercises!✨

Hi! This is a fic that I had on Ao3 its just a small scenario where you yes u reader pitch Charlie a great idea for a hotel bonding activity. no romance or anything just a fun scene.

“And you never make me do anything with this lousy picture box again, this face was made for radio darling” You hear Alastor say to Vaggie as you catch the ending of their conversation that you were totally not paying attention to, although what he said made you have a thought. “Wait I just realized that means have you never played a video game Alastor?” you vocalize immediately as the thought leaves your mind. He and Vaggie turn to you lying on the couch on your phone, realizing they forgot you were there. “No darling that sounds like an awful experience since games should be fun and nothing concerning this piece of junk ever is,” he says whacking the side of the old TV. You make a face and sigh “Too bad I feel like you would love some of them, I'm trying to determine whether you'd be more of an fps guy or an RPG guy but I think an fps would be too complex for you to start on…” you pause rambling to yourself. Maybe something 8-bit because those are more old school, well to my time, like oh-” you shoot up from your seat your eyes almost sparkling as a great idea pops in your brain. Vaggie makes a concerned face as you stand up and dart out of the room. “I'M GONNA GET CHARLIE OMG THIS IS GONNA BE GREAT!”

You run through the hotel and find hells Princess doing… well actually you don't really know what she does on her off time but she answers her door to you panting and rambling kinda like how she does from time to time “wait wait slow down, omg is this how I sound? Wow Im sooo sorry but start again” she says chuckling slightly. You start over “ok so I was thinking an activity everyone could do is play video games, I loved them when I was alive and I thought about it because I realized they didn't exist when a lot of our group was alive and I think thats sad and their missing out.” you quickly blurt and take a breath to then continue your ramble. “I thought it might also be good for rehabilitation because we have games where there's horror and shooters and gore so people can indulge without like actually hurting people you know! Like I could go and get beginner-level games for everyone for their interests I think it would be great!” you finally finish taking a breath. You beam at Charlie expectantly as she processes your information and you slowly see her eye sparkle too. “That… sounds… like.. A GREAT IDEA WHAT ARE WE WAITING FOR LETS GO!”

A few hours go by of you finding out how video games work in hell because as you forgot it's not one-to-one with Earth but after hours of aggressive keyboard typing noises you call everyone over. You stand in front of everyone in the lobby with Charlie as she explains what you explained to her as you antsy twiddle your thumbs as she ends with any questions. To which Alastor responds “I thought I made it clear I want nothing to do with your silly technology and TVs” he hisses “Well technically you're not going to be needing a TV and I think you’ll like the game so please everyone try for at least one hour and you can stop but I think you'll be hooked!” you state confidently “well then letssss do it! I'm exssssited!” Pentious states making you squeal. You walk over to him and hand him a phone, you had made sure to make the games easy for some of the less tech-savvy guests. “It's called Oppositions and Overlords, you tap the screen with your finger and you make your own battalion and fight other armies, you make whatever battle tactics you like!” you take a second to tap around and show him how to do it, it takes him a second and then you move to nifty. “Nifty it's called Community of Lambs and-” As you explain you realize she isn't picking up anything so you simplify “This button moves, this button stabs” She lights up snatching the controller from you as you sigh.

You proceed to show Charlie and Vaggie a game called pentagram valley that they play together and Husk a spooky card game called Engraving and Angel a dating sim called “Submit to me” which you open for him and he immediately whistles and shouts “Oh hello babes'' to which you giggle and suck in a breath to head over to Alastor at last, now this one was tricky. You needed something easy so that he wouldn't get frustrated. “Ok Alastor are you actually going to participate?” you ask meekly holding your laptop in your hands. He gives a small sigh and chuckles “Well my dear if you put all this effort in I suppose I will give it a shot then but I will not promise that your little screen will remain intact later.” you sigh, “ok then so it's called the underground fable. I loved the version of it while I was alive. It was actually revolutionary for games. There's multiple stories you can choose from. You're going to drag this to move and press here to do all the actions two buttons ok. There are two options which is save everyone or kill everyone and it's very sick and twisted when you kill everyone so I think you’ll like it ok and yeah I checked its very similar if not even creepier than what I played umm, yeah I cried anyway, have fun or not I one hour ok!” you ramble to him explaining. You really wanted to try your best to make him like this activity. Looking at his expression you couldn't really tell, well it was always hard because he never stops smiling. You stop trying to dissect his thoughts and slowly back away.

An hour passes and an alarm rings in your headphones. You begin to speak but then stop yourself as you look around and see that everyone is very much enjoying their games. Nifty is kicking her feet while lying on the floor yelling “Stab stab! Blood blood!” Pentious is mumbling something about glory and noble sacrifices or something saluting to himself in the corner. You're actually impressed when you see Vaggie and Charlie have made quite a pretty house and are raising a pact of hell goats on an impressively large farm. You then look at Alastor, inspecting him still not sure what he's thinking. You think you should probably tell him time is up or you think he might cut off your head for letting him be near modern tech for 10 seconds longer than he needed to. However, to your surprise and delight? When you walk up behind him you hear him chuckling slightly. “Alastor? Times up by the way you don't need to play anymore.” he turns to you slightly “Oh well then my dear I guess you're right look at the time a whole hour haha! How time flies!” he chuckles. “Although I would not like to admit you may have been right, seeing these little creatures explode into bits of dust is quite entertaining, and they yell at me too and plead as if they have any power over me it's quite hilarity” he chuckles darkly sending a chill down your spine. “Well, I never thought I'd see the day when The radio demon himself called modern technology entertaining! I think I have just won at life, well afterlife” you muse to yourself proudly “Haha yes dear I guess it seems so however, I think you should keep that one to yourself okay? A secret, my dear this information must not leave the hotel.” static fills the air as his eyes turn to dials, you know you should be intimidated but you chuckle.

“Ok, Alastor you got it it would be a scandal if you were caught cheating on the radio with video games oh the horror! GASP! The world would simply end” you chuckle sarcasm oozing from you. “Ha Ha funny my dear, now if you would be so kind I am keeping this device of yours to continue to slaughter these fish people” he muses chuckling darkly. A little sadistic you think but hey, you won they were all still playing. What did Charlie call it? A happy day in hell.

#hazbin hotel #alastor #charlie morningstar #angel dust #vaggie #gn reader

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sketchdeath · 1 year ago

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scott pilgrim thoughts

i liked it :3 it was really weird but fun

really cool writing! i liked that ramona took the lead. it was a very bold divergence from the comic and the movie um obv but im glad for it. this series was written for the established fanbase of the comics/movie. it felt like someone playing with their old ocs after a change in their life making a new au with the same characters <- nerdass sentence sorry. "a more mature and realized expansion of the story with familiar characters."

the first 5 episodes reminded me of the comics pacing-wise where the characters are just like. doing shit. lot of slow and "pointless" shots and cutaways just for comedy or atmosphere. (vs. the movie which leads each scene super deliberately into the next and everything is pretty much plot focused/"action packed") i enjoyed that the mini-series had the freedom to slow it down while still having a somewhat focused goal (finding scott) (the comics felt Very aimless plotwise IMO) and then after scott returns it picks up and becomes more action action action.

i really liked that matthew patel had a bigger role in the series. and his VA slayed. moody dramatic evil dude.

great animation! the 3d backgrounds were an interesting choice. smart for the fight scenes and not too noticeable against the other painted backgrounds (unless you were like, paying way too much attention to them like i was lmao) though sometimes the characters moving through them felt like paper cutouts moving in 3d space, it still looked nice. the fight scenes were great! although lucas lee's episode (whatever!) kind of dragged on with it.

i also liked that wallace was given a lot of on-screen time and funnies. very good handling of him as a fan favorite. episode 5 that's what boypussy does to a motherfucker. also mobile :)

ramona re-dyeing her hair every episode was cute

edgar wrong and the security guards eating cornettos in the last episode... that was cute. to me.

may divorce be with you

i def dont think that the series could be watched as a stand alone thing. it was great for what it is, and what it is is a response to the existence of the comic + the movie + the fandom + the backlash/crit of the series = this thing existing in this moment now. i don't think that the series will be timeless. (i don't think the film is the most timeless either, maybe as a time capsule of the era.) but it is fun now and that's what matters.

scott pilgrim dating a highschooler got slightly brushed over (plotwise)... which makes sense w everything else going on. im not sure how i feel about scott's apology to her. maybe that's just me i mean its always been a weird thing anyway. im glad knives chau got to be a part of the band and form a friendship with stephen stills. would have been interesting to go into why knives feels like she cant hang out with people her own age. she just existed as this sort of "young fan girl, a bit weird and overexcited"* and her anger and sadness weren't really there in the way it was for other iterations.

*maybe this was just me but because the audience is already familiar w the characters for the most part it was almost as if every character was parodying themselves to different degrees (not a negative just something i observed) really fun and self-indulgent expansion of the series that doesn't re-tread ground in my opinion.

the plumtree song :D also ANAMANAGUCHI <3

#mine #scott pilgrim takes off

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fiberglassandflowers · 2 years ago

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Tell the people about the letwos

alrighty! fair warning its not good in there theres some not good family behavior in there. under a read more its probably gonna be kinda long

okay so let me set the scene. its like the late 90s/early 2000s. trip just moved with his mom and sister to the suburbs around 6 ish years after their dad died. he's like 9 her sister is 5

pretty much the letwos moved to mary bell because of a funny little thing called laplace's inc. there's some stuff involved with that, but pretty much it's the heaven business and their mom deborah/debbie/deb is the worst and also the most catholic person you've ever met and you can probably fill in the blanks there.

when trip is around 13 he ends up getting really really sick with. something i dont really know what but its not good and its deadly and its not looking good for him. at the awesome age of 14 years old they're still fighting it and she thinks Hey you know what im gonna go on a walk. so he does and omg whats this whos that guy?? anyway its mortimer and it just kinda goes like

"hey youre dying right"

"......yeah?"

"ok what if i told you. that you didn't have to do that if you just shook my hand about it"

"what" "i mean i'll take your soul but thats no biggie right. i mean you'll stay alive you'll live the rest of your natural life" (<- they're like the grim reaper they can do that) "oh. yeah thats no biggie i guess"

[they shake hands]

"shit dude i forgot to tell you. if i take your soul you have to stay here in the town you hate its like this whole thing"

"WHAT."

"you can pull your hand away though i won't get mad"

"i feel like it would be too late now anyway"

"yeah lol"

its like this whole thing about 'would you rather die or live a life you hate' yk. oh also trip wasn't like totally completely hopeless either. he could have maybe lived through it [although the chances were low] and now she has to spend the rest of her life thinking about like, what if she didn't make the deal and he ended up being fine. lol.

okay flash forward its 2008 trip is 16 going on 17 [something something sound of music reference] and cotard [his sister] is 13. gonna go more in depth with this elsewhere but pretty much trip and cotard try running away from mary bell/their shitty ass mom. and like trip can't leave mary bell but technically he's never tried before and maybe if they go with someone it'll work [spoiler: it doesn't]

trip is like, kind of aware that it might not work out for him, but if it didn't she thought cotard at least could leave. and cotard doesn't either because she doesnt want to leave trip behind. there's some other stuff that i haven't mentioned but this attempt def results in some like stricter regulations around their house. they were already realllly sheltered kids [homeschooled, isolated from their peers, generally only taught what their mom wanted them to know] and this just kind of sealed the deal on all that

anyways then trip moves out like two years later and cotard's slightly bitter about that but understanding yk, like good on you for leaving but also now i have to deal with all this alone. cotard moves out as well a few years later and her and trip lose contact even more. she still lives in mary bell she just lives on the complete opposite side of town. i like to think that she gets out a fair amount though, like traveling and stuff [not for very long though since mary bell kind of does that whole moving thing]

honestly i really don't know enough as i should about cotard she's like fully fleshed out in my head but i really can't think of anything specifically about her. like i know she takes a while warming up to people, like quiet at first but gets louder as you get to know her [wow just like how the song goes from being quiet to being loud]. but i need to work on fleshing her out some more i really do

anyways. six years after trip moves out debbie dies and ohhhh haha that's so weird that she died of blood loss when the mayor is a vampire. thats so strange im sure those two things aren't related at all [they are btw vannie killed her].

annnnnd i think thats all? i feel like there's stuff im forgetting and i dont think this was as detailed as i was hoping but its at least the basics

#asks #trip letwo #cotard letwo #debbie letwo #explanations

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Since Ur in Ur dad Sam era and I'm in my tlou era I bring you = Late seasons Sam Winchester who gets a young kid shoved into his hands after his parents are killed by monsters (the kid has no other relatives and refuses to go to a foster home) only to find out that this kid was chosen to be the next demon king/lord just like he was. So he decides to defend the kid with his life because it'd be over his dead body if the same thing that happened to him happened again to a kid that's barely an adult.

Sam tries to shield the kid from the hunting life but demons and other monsters are just drawn to the kid so he has to push his morals away to shove a revolver in the hands of what is barely a teenager (I'm thinking 14.). He tries his best. He really does. Trying to understand the kid- make sure that they don't feel alone and that he's there for him. But it's so stressful because Sam has a bunch of other shit in his life too. There's Dean and Cas and Crowley and Rowena- God the latter just cannot keep their hands off the kid! Trying to teach them witchcraft or trying to kill them because they pose a threat if Lucifer were to get out again.

Having the kid get treated as a demon spawn by the other hunters only to have Sam, all tough and experienced, to come up from behind and ask if there is any problems.

Sam is not the best parent- God, he knows he is and definitely not to a teenager that was suddenly dropped into his lap.

It's like they do everything just to annoy him. Shoving the revolver in the back of their pants. He grimaces, "Don't do that. What're you trying to do? Shoot your ass off?" He mutters and tugs it out. Sam does the exact same thing- he just doesn't trust the kid enough to be sure they remembered to put the safety lock on.

The kid, although doesn't act like it, wants to be close to Sam. He's really all that they have. They do what they can to get closer. They're bad at it. Puns can only get you so far.

Maybe at some point lucifer tries to contact the kid- promising them their family back. Their old life. What they dream of at night. What they reminisce. They could have it all back. The laughter at the dinner table. The smell of their mother's robe and the brush of their dads beard. It's tempting- of course it is. The devil is promising their family back. But Sam peaks through the illusion. His laughter. The tug of his smile and the faint glint in his eye when he's proud or amused by something. The tone he uses when he's disappointed but not upset. The scent of books and cedar on him. The feel of his hand brushing through their hair when they're sick and he's trying to get them to fall asleep.

Tempting. The offer is most certainly tempting. The kid is just confused as to why the devil is offering something he already has.

BROOOO THIS IS INSANE😭😭😭 sigh currently refusing to watch season two because i’m too emotionally unstable for that still BUT i can’t wait to pirate that shit later (remember to be aware that the gameplay of tlou 2 is inspired in part by the israeli occupation of palestine and ensuing conflict and genocide, but presents a centrist view of the occupation. nom personally choosing to pirate season two because of this.)

ANYWAY IM OBSESSED WITH THIS AND I AM SO SERIOUS WHEN I SAY THAG I THINK ABOUT THIS CONCEPT VERY OFTEN!! usually slightly different though with surprise half sibling!reader. anyway i love this version of it, its too good :,) THE ANGSTTTT ig im just loving the dad sam angst these days. him doing everything to keep his kid out of harms way and away from the hunting world but never being able to fully do so. :(((

THE DIRECT JOEL QUOTE IM SOBBING and i love the way i can hear sam saying it to this poor dumbass kid but in such a different way than joel did :,)

BUT THE ENDINGGGG😭😭😭 the kid really does think life is okay with sam :,) and im crying because sam is forever convinced he’ll never be enough. sobbing or whatever

#. >> asks !#. >> mooties !#. >> sammy !#. >> beatlewishes !

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hello hello,

it is i, your secret santa. what’s up? feel like i sound like a bit of a fucking dork rn but i’m stoned so…yknow. peace n love.

to start out: i can tell by your blog that you really like kiss, which is cool! love kiss. first album i ever bought on vinyl was love gun, 25¢ at a thrift shop. class act in the early years. i see you’re a fan of the later years, though, which is cool if you’re into quote unquote “hair” metal. which i also am.

a bit about me, and then i’ll ask about you. i’m a big rock fan in general—raised on classic rock, got into metal and whatnot on my own in my teenage years, nowadays i listen to a lot of britpop, goth, alternative, grunge, whatever really. been super into 60s and 70s dark psychedelia as of late. got range, me. i collect records, and to a slightly lesser extent CDs and cassettes. i like shopping at thrift stores and antique malls, and i have a kind of weird hobby of collecting vintage kitchenware. like, today i thrifted a vintage le creuset tea kettle because i’m a fucking freak. lmao. uhhh also i skateboard and smoke hella weed. and i play guitar and a bit of bass, been on that for 7 or so years now. write a bit of music myself too. i’m a college student also although i leave a lot to be desired in the academics department. i’m majoring in arts management with a music industry concentration. (crazy, it’s almost like i have only one singular thing that i have ever in my life been interested in. lmao.) uhhh yeah i think that’s the basics. i’m kind of fucking weird but i’m an open as fuck book so feel free to ask me whatever the fuck you want idgaf i’ll answer it honestly.

now about you. tell me a bit about yourself—what makes you tick? any pets? weird hobbies? favorite beatle (mine’s john lennon)? 5 albums you can’t live without?

ok. i believe i have yapped at you enough for now. peace out.

- 🧼 (i will sign these with this cuz i use irish spring soap so it’s green and whatnot but also cuz that’s my favorite emoji like just fuckin look at it it’s so fire)

Hello! That's a cool choice of degree! I'm personally currently doing a degree in Media, arts and culture, but im actually going to change it to Marketing. I want to make money lol.

I have three cats, one who's 15, and a brother and sister who are 3 years old. Pepper, Axl (like Axl rose even though I'm not a big fan of him he just has a cool name), and Cleo. I'm also in the process of getting a fourth cat! We just haven't found the right kitten yet.

I'm a pretty boring person. I mostly listen to 80’s rock and metal, talk about it and go to uni. I don't really have a lot of hobbies lol. I don't really have time for that rn. At least Christmas break is coming up so that's good. I do a bit photography as a hobby though.

I'm going to be honest, not the biggest fan of the Beatles. They make some good music don't get me wrong and I appreciate what they did for rock and pop music, but I don't know alot about the members lol. I know the basic stuff, so I can't choose a favourite member, so maybe you can assign me one?

5 Albums I can't live without is like impossible! I listen to alot of different bands, and I love alot of music. Most of it is AOR and Hair Metal, but I do dabble in some classic metal (Judas priest, Iron Maiden, Dio etc ), and thrash as well, (Megadeth, Metallica etc ). Metallics is like my dads favourite band so I grew up listening to them. I also love Alice In Chains alot because I grew up on of them. My parents definitely laid the seeds for me liking this kind of music, I just took that love to a new level when I was on high school. My top five favourite bands are, KISS, Europe, Night Ranger, Stryper and Warrant though. What are your top five bands?

#the bitchs asks #srs24 #🧼

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logisticalandrewthinks-blog · 9 months ago

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Rebirth

Feel like i gotta put an edgy title, even if I'm not feeling as edgy at this moment in time. its been a little while, a little over two years in fact, last i posted was August 7th 2022, now its August 30 2024.

I've graduated university now, and was lucky enough to have snagged a job before I finished that pays decent and has alright upward mobility. I'm wondering if I should feel happy now or if that will come later? it feels all a little too empty. Although I am not in the depths of despair that I used to always be in when I posted on here, i am feeling slightly empty on is this all life is now. I'm moving in with Hung next year, so theres that to look forward to, and also the Japan trip is finally happening, of which I have done my best to plan and organise, I realise now that if I want to do something, I should organise it, otherwise nobody will do it, since the people I tend to surround myself with are very low maintenance people who therefore aren't really planners much with the exception of like Kass I guess, who enjoys this sort of thing of being organised and planning for things. But I do have Japan to look forward to I guess, I am excited for that, but a part of me does wonder if all I will do now in life is just make money so that I can go on holiday, and then work, then go on holiday. I dont really have many aspirations to own a house or even relationship stuff much at the moment, though next year maybe ill try to date again to see if im any different to it, and if im alright to date now. Its more that in my future I see other people getting together with other people, and i feel like i should follow suit, like i should have myown person that im with too, since at a certain point of our lives i assume we wont see eachother as much since they'll be preoccupied with their significant others.

All this talk of is this all life amounts to and tangentially being related to that, the worth and happiness of a life made me go back and read an old manga that I really liked when i first read it back in the day called "I sold my life for ten thousand yen per year." which is about a guy who does just what the title says, he sells his remaining life til just three months, since he has nothing to live for but not a lot of money, so why not live a few months in luxury at least. I won't regurgitate the entire story but its worth a read again future Andrew if you're still there, thats quite touching and gets you thinking about the worth and happiness of a life.

This is probably the most mentally healthy I've ever typed into my blog, materialistically things are looking up for me, I'm gonna be making decent starting wage with benefits at a (allegedly) good company, Ill be doing hybrid so work from home some days and work in office other days. I have a group of friends online that i frequently join the voice calls daily to hang out and game if that occurs or watch things. These extend to real life too, seeing friends in real life and interacting with them. Its all going in a way, materialistically very well, and yet I can't help but feel, "is this it?". Like am I supposed to just do this for another 40 years til I retire, to then just rot away and die?

Something I did do this year which I really enjoyed was travelling, I went to morocco with oogin + HABS people which was an amazing short trip, a 8/10 experience could only be made better if we were there longer, paris with chrystal and josh 💀 was a 5/10 but mainly cause of being a third wheel of a couple that I don't think should be together, maybe I'll keep a record of their thing later if I can be bothered, and also went to the peak district to try outdoor climbing for the first time, and then to manchester recently for a wellness chec kinda thing for chrystal, since she always visited us but we never visited her but i said i wanted to, so i said fuck it ill organise it, when are you guys off and so 4 of us went up north to manchester for two days. But all this to say, I really do enjoy travelling, I finally understood why those hippie sorts of people spend their entire lives travelling, I used to think oh it must get so tiring and so boring so fast, wouldnt you want to just sit down and chill? but you can! you can sit down and chill underneath a blanket of stars, or sit by a warm fire, and just look out into the distant deserts of morocco. I really enjoy travelling and I hope to do a lot more this next year.

Something else i took up in the last two years is bouldering, its a hobby that i genuinely enjoy, I've been climbing for two years, on and off, (maybe like 6 months total where i didnt climb so technically one and a half years) but its what inspired me to then go outdoor bouldering with puru armaan and yossi which was a fun trip, though it was humbling how difficult it is! currently I can climb v4-v5 indoors but i could barely only climb V0+ outdoors, which is like beginner grading, which is pathetic 😭 hopefully next time will be better.

I'm not really here to say much else, If i think of something Ill post again soon, but its 8 am and ive stayed up all night to watch LE SSERAFIM's comeback "CRAZY" which is really fucking good. Thats another thing I've done in the last two years, is gone back to my kpop roots cept this time i have the disposable income to irresponsibly spend money on merch and albums for LE SSERAFIM. the music and obsession as a hobby has really helped though, it gets me through the hard times seeing the behind the scenes and watching the live streams and hearing them talk about their lives. Bias is Miyawaki Sakura since I already kinda was biased for her in IZONE when she streamed gaming content on youtube and made videos for gaming.

I would say to end this post that LE SSERAFIM and Bouldering funnily enough have saved me, in the last two years. Two years ago i was hurt fairly badly by people who i thought i was close to, though perhaps i never was since its an online friendship, how close can a online friendship be? obviously an online friendship can be very close, but it depends alot, and it seems perhaps this was not one of those times. I dont recall if i ever actually outlined what happened from my point of view as a record, so maybe ill do that. haha i always say ill write these things and never get round to doing it. it does help somewhat though, clear my thoughts by writing in this blog, so i really should do it more often, maybe now im more mentally well ill do it???? who knows. we shall see in the next one.

I shall leave with le sserafims latest song that got released 4 hours ago, which is the cuntiest thing i have heard in a while, and will defo be a bop to remember, and so future andrew!! relearn your roots!!! go back to listening to le sserafim and rest up!!!

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purplepink-blueberry · 9 months ago

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actually im gonna add to this a story about the tablet keyboard bc it is slightly more interesting than “i bought a tablet and then i bought a keyboard”

so, characters in this story would be:

me (a chaotic disorganised uni students with (at that time) pink hair but for some reason everyone knew i loved purple)

my professor (a chaotic disorganised uni professor with possible adhd and misophonia)

my thesis advisor (a background character, really, but i like her and she was a witness to this; gender studies expert thanks to whom i know stuff about gender)

my best friend (also a background character but has witnessed this; fellow gender stuff enthusiast)

context for this story: early april this year, lovely spring weather. my friend and i are in our second year of uni (out of three, if the gods (those who grade our bachelor theses) are merciful) and we have similar areas of study for our bachelor theses. because of that, my friend (who, unlike me, is organised af) organises a meeting between the professor, thesis advisor, him, and me.

this meeting is set to happen at around 10 am. perfect time for meetings, i’d say. we don’t have classes that week, so i wouldn’t have to get up super early to get there.

however, i had work in the morning. teaching english, from 8 until 9:50 (two separate lessons. i love the groups, btw, amazing students). and the time for the meeting was set up too late for me to change the schedule.

so i tell my friend that i’ll be late because i work, he relays the message to our meeting companions and all is well.

i finish teaching, sprint down the flight of stairs out of the building, sprint to the tram stop and then my friend lets me know they went to a café my school essentially adopted. it’s closer to the tram stop so less running for me!

i still run, and i am only like 15 minutes late. i find the group sitting at a table with one extra chair that is also somehow not occupied by my professor’s dog (he always sits on a chair next to her - although, maybe not in a café). i say hi, everyone is super glad i joined.

my professor looks at me and takes out a cardboard box from her bag. she says “oh it even matches the colour!”

what matches what colour? i wonder, but i dont say anything

she hands me the box. i look at it. it’s a case for a tablet (my specific model) and it also includes a keyboard.

the professor explains. “you see, i have misophonia, i really really can’t stand the way your normal keyboard sounds* so i got you a new keyboard with a case and the keyboard is supposed to be super quiet and it even matches your t shirt!”

(i was wearing this light pastel purple t shirt and the case does indeed match it)

we talk about our theses and what to do and stuff and before we leave the professor asks me to try the keyboard out.

i do, i put my tablet in the new case and connect the keyboard to my tablet. it works and apparently sounds softer (i think they sound the same but my professor is happy)

i ask what do i owe her bc she spent her hard earned money on this.

she says it’s a gift for herself bc she couldn’t bear the sounds of my old keyboard but it’s also not my responsibility to accommodate her issues. i don’t argue bc i see her point kind of.

mind you, this is the first time she told me my keyboard is a problem. i mean she probably hinted at it before but i can’t read between the lines well enough.

so, we all go our separate ways. i go catch a train because i have an event in a different city to attend. my bag is now full of an extra tablet case and keyboard. i do some work on the train, feeling extra professional because i am working, using a fancy looking keyboard, on a train - that’s a moodboard, literally.

i try to charge the keyboard, it’s not working well but i’m on a train, i decide that is an at home problem. i can’t charge it at home either. everything is up to standard, how it should work, i try different cables and outlets and voltages and still, nothing.

so i keep using my old keyboard except for the classes with the professor who has misophonia. generally, i tried to use the new keyboard connected to a charger but that became impossible as it ran out of battery.

then i started taking my massive laptop to her classes instead

well, it’s summer. i don’t like using the old keyboard because it doesn’t work properly anymore. the new keyboard i can’t charge. i am also not able to just change the battery or charging thing or whatever is the issue between the keyboards.

so i am trying to find a new keyboard for my tablet so i can just take my tablet to class.

and i mean, i could suffer through one more year of awful keyboard. but now we are gonna have a class with the prof with misophonia (we originally weren’t supposed to). so i have to solve this.

and so i went to an electronics store like one does. i even asked them. but apparently they dont have it in that specific store.

but i was brave for asking them and so i got bubble tea and sat down to look at potentially buyable keyboards online.

except that i just finished my bubble tea and i was writing this post the entire time. on my phone. because even though i have my tablet here (to work on), i forgot the barely functioning keyboard at home

*i was told by one other person that the sounds were horrible. i got the keyboard from aliexpress with a case and at that point i had been using those for 3,5 years, the keyboard was also less and less sensitive and the case began to tear

getting reward (bubble tea) for doing a very scary thing (asking the staff in an electronics store if they have keyboards for tablets) like the adult i am (23 year old teenager)

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darlingeto · 3 years ago

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Rawdogging this shit while i drink away ghost riley and his fucked life

He loves eating pussy and being called sir gets him frustrated i would know.

Slight veryy slight like if u really squint impact play. Lots of cum eating because im filthy. Like one pet name. Oral both received it kinda. Choking? Technically angry sex? Mutual pinning but shush cause theyre both five year old emotionally. Tell me what i forgot im drunk

Simon ghost Riley x female reader

Lowk the reader is a bit annoying

I tried to make this short ??

Please i wanna hold him on my tits and pat his head i might lose it.

First time he ever touched u was because he had to. He and u were stuck in a hideout with your torso full of deep cuts and scratches from the explosion’s residue metal while u made your way to the car. Your lieutenant stitches your waist in an out of character care. Not that he doesn’t always show care and worry for his team but because he constantly kept repeating how he told u to stay behind him and that it wasn’t a suggestion but an order. Your only response were a huffing laugh that slowly turned to a grunt from the pain of the needle and a short “sorry sir i will follow orders more accordingly next time” which made him turn quiet. Silence that lasted all the way to your next mission a couple of weeks later. This mission being your third with this team.

Second time you feel his hands and grip is again on your waist as he moves u out the way to get to the papers on the desk. Papers which u had presented for a detour to your original route. He towering over the others scans said paper and nods simply walking back to his equipment and ordering the other two in your team to follow the original route to leave u and your lieutenant for the risk of your idea. Although his hands were gone off your waist with urgency because of the turn of your neck and your strangely big eyes looking up at him it burned on your skin for far longer than you’d like to say, feeling bizarrely bashful of such a stupid exaggeration on your end.

The third time was sweet or maybe a touch starving mind like yours perceived it as so when he and soap had been teasing u about how much you’ve grown to create a new and better option for efficiency during the mission and your grumpy remarks earned u a pat in the back while he told u to pour some whiskey for everyone. Normally u would shrug it off, orders not being of your liking especially when not necessary but u found yourself drunken in the span of 15 minutes with the others’ voices muffled except for his while he for once opened that damned mouth and told the others to wake u up. You weren’t asleep but the embarrassing way your head was resting on his shoulder was too much of a stretch to just jolt up and hide into your room. When u hear the jokes however u do it regardless flipping soap’s teasing off and then running face down onto your pillow. Tearing your uniform off with bother and grumpiness. You had now touched him, somehow it felt like you lost some nonexistent bet in your head. It felt pathetic in many levels.

The fourth time was just a day later for u had stayed in bed in the hideout while everyone was doing the morning work out. He came in steadily and called out your name which in response was served a groaning “yes sir” you hear steps from under the covers and he pulls the blanket down just slightly brushing just his finger accidentally onto your lip. You are giving him those big eyes again but now theyre tired and swollen. “Well i have seen a lot but a hangover from just one shot of whiskey is definitely fresh” you manage to roll your eyes and sit up, your eyes avoiding his sharp ones. “Im not hangover sir i just have the flu.” “Sure you do” and then he’s taking off his glove and pressing his palm onto your forehead. You’re stuck between leaning into his cold palm and pushing it off but your eyes shut from the size of his hand coming down em and sigh contented almost leaning your head’s weight fully onto the large palm. Noticing he blinks and then pushes u back down to bed. He leaves quickly and the last thing your sleepy state registers is a “Youre excused to stay in”. Your what u called rest for a minute to regain your composure lasted up till late in the afternoon a bothersome call of your name from soap as he came in making u wince away the drowsiness as he placed a cup on your small desk. “Have some tea for u” “I dont need it, did u guys already have breakfast” “Sleeping beauty thanks to u we had the honor of breakfast and lunch by the lieutenant and believe it or not we are enjoying his tea and you sure should too. His brit really comes out” that seemed to surprise u as u look at the tea. Your throat does feel dry so u might as well. U taste it and its like the thing in his voice sweet with honey but bitter and strong. The cup also doesn’t belong to u. Its his own u note but strongly believe the man in front of u got them switched. That evening u only went out late enough for the only one patrolling to run into you as u were in desperate need of a smoke. And to your luck its the lieutenant. He looks at u and u look at your hand clearing your throat and fixing your back straight. “Thanks for the tea” why are u thanking him. Its only normal for all of u to have tea. “Do u have another one” u look at where he’s looking.. he’s asking for a smoke and u give him yours almost too eagerly and rashly. He takes it bending slightly and his hand comes to push the fabric on his face away as the surprising but somehow attractive view of his dry lips wrap around the cigarette you’re feeling hot again and the fever surely picked up because you find yourself forcing off a smile with a gulp. You quickly busy yourself with lighting another cigarette as he enjoys your first. You both wordlessly smoke away for a minute. Him because silence is only of ghosts nature and u because your mind has been preoccupied with the shape of his lips. His lips touching the spot where yours were. Him not bothering to even comment on technically revealing a feature of his face. You’re confused and feverish so u greet him good night in the most awkward form as u hit your bed again. Not that u get much sleep anyways.

But this time u cant not note it down to yourself his hand is gripping your wrist as u yell at his face. Yes his uncovered face that is adorned in crimson from a knife that grazed and cut off his skin along with his mask. He was too busy protecting you as an enemy made way across his well, safe eye, thankfully, and it had u fuming. Yes he’s your superior but you do not need protection. Not his not anyones it made u feel so little and useless when you for the first time to see his hell of attractive face but bleeding only because u were incompetent enough for him to lose his concentration. He is gripping your wrist and yelling back. “Soldier watch your mouth. If it weren’t for this cut your throat would’ve been the target.” “ I could’ve protected myself. No. I can.” You try to state but it comes off weak and breathless his eyes shutting u up from the thick air of intimidation as he breathes down at u. Hes mad. In all your months of working with the man u hadn’t encountered his so feared anger. It has your knees weak and your throat dry but u dont want him to own this situation away with it. So u speak up. “What has u so bothered sir if u dont want me fucking up your team its only fair u make a complaint ill be gone just as abruptly as i came” “dont u call me sir while fuckin telling me to give in to what u want” his tone is harsh and just a thin layer between low and desperate and his grip is harsher but u bite back “ you think id wanna leave after seeing your pretty face” its so fast your gasp cuts off as he wraps a hand around your throat and brings your faces closer. “U minx i told u to shut up”.

“And i told u to fuck off because it wont happen” he squeezes down on your airways his cold hand making your heating body shiver. Your eyes dont leave his dark lidded ones and for a moment the whole world disappears. Its only your huffs and his before he presses his lips with an overwhelming passion slamming u onto the desk by your throat causing your mouth to form in an o as he pushes his tongue against yours and you try at squeezing your thighs only to feel his own press to your middle. You’re mewling, your hips shaking slightly and he hovers over your mouth before dragging his teeth tauntingly at where his thumb on your neck is. Moving it to press down your tongue he bites down on the flesh you make the decision to suck on his thumb as the only way to quiet yourself. He lowly oh so lowly groans that u can barely make it out over your own sounds. His hands are everywhere.

Squeezing at your hips, ass, thighs, tits, anything he can reach with his needy urgency. But you find the strength to relish in your own urges hands pressing up his forearm and the other on his torso trying to get his tight shirt off so u can really feel his warm skin. When u cant get it off though you let out a whine that surprises both of you and he looks at u. Same big eyes that u save for such inconvenient moments looking up at him he lets out a low “fuckin hell name” and you whine again because the way your name sounds coming from him while he’s so heated has u rubbing yourself onto his thigh. He taps your cheek enough for your head to sway pathetically as u blush vividly “you sound too lewd for fucks sake” “ take your shirt off . Please” he shuts his eyes covering your mouth head dropping back before kicking your thighs apart with his own pressing his middle to your own. His mouth coming to the side of your head “now you’re behaving? Begging even?” “Fuck god just please i wanna touch u” he rips your shirt open biting at the skin of your plush chest as he tears his own off. You moan when u finally get your hands onto his skin wrapping hands around his neck once you’ve trailed them all the way to his shoulders bringing him down for a kiss. One that lasts for the entire time he needs to get u out of your trousers. He’s speaking in between your suffocating kiss “Wait” “Wait wait wait let me see u” his face is close before he straightens up trailing eyes all over your every curve only to fix at your clothed sticky mess causing his brows to furrow and his jaw to flex. The urge to shut your legs cut off by his waist so u wrap your legs around it pulling him closer “Ghost dont just look please “ “Its either simon or sir for u” he is kneeling down taking your legs over his shoulders biting onto the skin of your inner thighs and u think only briefly about sitting up to ask him not to tease u but your hands fly to your mouth to cover the surprise scream u let out when he licks over your clothed cunt. He pulls your underwear off with a demanding need shoving his face back into your slit lapping up at the juices. He speaks with a broken tone “ oh fuck you taste too good “ he’s biting at your clit before pressing three fingers onto your clenching hole. Your head fall forward as you tap at his shoulders too needy for his dick to be filling u up but he just grabs your hands with his free one holding them in place determined to make u cum on his face. His drinking your every drop and consuming your every sound , he wants to ravish u fully with how your thighs squeeze around his head. His fingers only growing in precision to that spot that makes u cry out just a little louder and dig your nails onto his skin. In far too little minutes youre buckling yourself onto his face biting down onto his glove he shoved into your mouth as u release all over his face twitching with every slight flick of his tongue as he drinks up the aftershocks looking up at u as if to say get your ass off there before smacking u right there and squeezing at the plushy flesh after and u move off the desk as he wastes no time in bending u over that desk and unzipping his pants his length forcing its way between your thighs “i wanna fuck u. Do u wanna fuck me? Hm?” And hes pulling at your jaw making u look up at him as u nod “ Please fuck me Simon “ he kisses u slowly as he starts feeding u his length with a significant self restraint.

Tears prickle at your eyes as u moan taking his hand and placing the fingers that were fuckin u in your mouth and it takes all in him and a bite to your shoulder for him not to pound u out of your skin right then. The desk presses right at the bulge his dick forms in your stomach and u feel dizzy mumbling and bitching about how it hurts too much “Simon no its too big i cant do this its like i can feel it in my throat, fuckin hell look there’s a bulge in my tummy”

Taking his hand and placing it on the bulge u rest your head on his chest looking up shaking your head but he takes his fingers out of your mouth only to cover it fully with his hand and presses down onto the imprint of his dick while starts ramming it inside your tight walls at a bruising pace. If u thought it hurt before now youre drunk off the pain it fills u up so well you whine at the thought of him ever leaving u empty. Digging your fingers on his arm u just give in and helplessly try to reach for his thrusts. He’s kissing at your temple, whispering about how your cunts made for him. “Simon-“ “Im right there with u pretty just let go for me” holding onto his arm u whither, your back arching off his chest as u hide your face onto his neck, taking in his scent as you cum. Your second orgasm not as sweet and far more difficult than the first one just from the size of the man. He leaves no time to breathe “come here on your knees, fuckin hell” hes fisting his dick right at your face and u place your fingers over his wrist taking him in your mouth and onto the back of your throat as u swallow with difficulty causing him to whimper lowly dropping his head back his sweet perfect voice the only thing ringing in your ears as u taste him all over your mouth. He takes it out of your mouth patting your head and rubbing your cheek pulling u up gently onto the desk putting u in his shirt and jacket so u dont get cold from the sweat. You reach for him whining as he cups your face kissing your lips and eyes “U know not to piss me off i assume “ u giggle shaking your head as u kiss his palms hugging him and it makes him freeze up not sure how to react. He hasn’t gotten a hug since.. ever u could say really. He looks down at u and your big eyes are brightly looking right up at him making him kiss u and i mean really kiss u. Youve lost your breath when he pulls away and youre dazed so he helps u onto his back hitting the bathroom.

#simon riley #ghost mw2 #ghost x reader #simon ghost riley #simon riley x reader #cod mw #call of duty

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generational-atrophy · 2 years ago

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Sleepy cuddling with Ivan :3c

(HWS Russia x Reader) Sleepy Affection!

(Gender Neutral) Scenario ~ A/N WAIT THIS IS A A THOUSAND WORD.S WHOOPS. UM. IM NORMAL ABOUT RUSSIA (LYING LYING) I HAVE NOT BEEN DREAMING ABOUT THIS FOR YEARS (LYING I AM A LIAR I AM LYING)

Trigger Warning: None, just Fluff!

Meteorologists had predicted a large snowfall. While you had told Ivan that you would leave before it got too bad, that plan ended up dead in the water. Or more accurately, dead in the snow. Before you knew it, the ground nearly rose to your knees. That’s fine, right? It’s really no problem, staying with your boyfriend. That was… until the power went out… along with the heat.

He tugged on your shirt lightly, rubbing the collar between two of his fingers. In the background, the fire crackled quietly. The scent of a warm fireplace nearly drowned out your boyfriend’s faded cologne. He always smelled faintly of roses, something close to what you’d find in your grandmother’s home.

Months earlier, you recalled him mentioning that he had lived in this home for centuries. Which, to be fair you could’ve guessed. Normally it would be nothing more than an annoyance, how it creaked and groaned keeping you up at night. But now, its ancient architecture meant you two had nothing to worry about. The fireplace meant you two could make it through the night in comfort.

So there you two lay. A short distance away from the fireplace cuddled up on an old mattress he had dragged downstairs. On top of you lay layers of quilts and ratty old blankets, all of which smelled of must and people you’d never meet.

“Крошка? Are you still awake?” His voice startled you out of your thoughts.

“Yeah…”

“Why?” He readjusted himself, sitting up and facing you.

“W-Why? This isn’t the ideal situation to sleep in, Vanya.” You replied, looking up at him in confusion. He paused for a minute, lost in thought, before reaching out and holding your shoulder tightly.

“I understand. We just have to get through one night. I am sure your hotel will have the power back by then, and you will be alright.”

He laid back down, “Will you let me warm you?”

A light pink rose to your cheeks, and you rolled to look away from him. Sure, you had been plenty affectionate with each other before, but nothing like this, “If you’re fine doing so… aren’t you cold too?”

“Of course. But I have been cold many times before,” Ivan responds as he presses himself against your back, “Besides, I cannot help but be slightly delighted by this arrangement.”

“You’re happy about this?” Your tone rises.

“As I said, only slightly. It reminds me of many nights I have had before.” He wraps his arms tightly around your waist, drawing you closer. You can feel his hot breath on the back of your neck, along with his eyes resting intently on you.

“I would have thought that an immortal would try to ignore any memories. Don’t they just make you sad?”

“Sometimes, yes. The world has changed very much. But I try to not let that bother me. It is all about looking on the bright side. Years ago, I could not have been seen with you. But now…” Ivan leans forward, laying his head in the crook of your neck. “We can be here… together.”

Smiling to yourself at his sudden affection, you begin tracing light patterns on his arms. Quickly, you hear him sigh, muffled by your neck.

“Be the romantic all you want, I still want our power back at least.” You joke.

“Really? I do not mind.”

“Psh, of course, you don’t. But I’m a little used to the comforts of modern life.” He returns your playful tone with a smile.

“I enjoy this. It reminds me of nights spent with my old family. We would have to sleep like this often in the winter as well.” Although he smiles, you can hear his tone drop.

Although you had been dating for almost a year now, he rarely talked about his family. You had gathered that he had sisters… at least one… and maybe a brother at some point. There were pictures of this home, filled with people, placed everywhere throughout the home. Yet, they never seemed to be the same people. And anytime you would become curious as to why he would brush your questions off.

“Your family?”

“We never had much money. I was lucky to receive this home from the Tsar many centuries ago. It protected us well.” He lets go momentarily, just to grasp for your hand as his voice falters.

You wiggle out of his hold, turning around to face him. His eyes soft, lost in memory, suddenly transfixed on you as you grabbed his hand. He leaned into your touch as you caressed his cheek and squeezed his hand tightly.

“It’s nice to know you have happy memories with them. Whenever you mention them usually, you seem so sad. I can’t stand to see you like that.”

Ivan closes his eyes, relaxing his tense face. “Those are not happy memories. It makes me sad to think about those why we had to huddle in those winter nights.”

“Then why did you bring it up?” Your face turns to concern as you begin running your hands through his soft, silvery hair.

“Because I am not sad right now. Regardless of how it reminds me of my old family.”

“H- Why? I know I would be upset if I were you right now.”

He opens his eyes, staring intently into your own, “Because I have done this with my old family,” he smiles lovingly, “and now I have done it with you.”

As you look up at him in confusion, he simply draws his quilts tighter to the two of you. Grinning, he continues, “I did not think I would ever do this again. It means that even in this world I do not always recognize, I will still find my new family.”

Bringing your hand, still tightly holding onto his own, up to his face, he kisses your knuckles lightly, “You will be my new family. We are together here, like I was once with my family, and that is all that matters, любимый.”

Despite the intense emotionality of what he just declared, his face betrayed nothing but peace. “V-Vanya…” you pause, “I love you.”

“I love you too. While you sleep, I will make sure you are safe.” He put one hand behind your head, pulling you forward to kiss your forehead.

“Thank you, my love.” You say before closing your eyes, leaning back into his chest.

“Сладких снов,” he whispers, before falling asleep to the crackling fire himself. With you safe in his arms, everything felt just as he had wished it to be for centuries.

#ivan tag <3 #ivan my husband my husband ivan #i love him sososososososososoosoososoososo much it makes me ILL!!!!! I AM ILL OVER THIS BIG MAN!!!!#aph russia x reader #hws russia x reader #heta tag #hetalia x reader #hetalia imagines

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hansolmates · 5 years ago

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remote learning (m)

summary; working remote sucks, and you would love a little relief. after buying a new toy to blow off some steam, you’re baffled when you can’t cum. however, jungkook thinks you’re doing it wrong, and shows you a thing or two. pairing; neighbor!jungkook x (f) reader genre/warnings; fluff, humor, slightly insecure mc, this is pure FILTH—use of a remote controlled vibrator, do not and i repeat DO NOT try foreplay during a zoom call in the event u get fired im not responsible, phone sex, jungkook’s a meanie in control, cum eating, doggy, and topping it off with some sweet missionary bc jk has purty eyes, unprotected (wrap the pickle before u tickle folks) excessive use of the petname [redacted] w/c; 5.7k a/n; this fic manifested bc of work. and i!! am!! frustrated!! i think we all need a lil jk relief so here it goes! as always ty to @chillingtae / @eerieedits for this FANTASTIC fic banner, please go check vivi out if u have taste okok part 2: distance learning drabbles; 01

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“Tomorrow morning, same time at 9AM. Remember to have your reports alphabetized and itemized,” your supervisor says, but the only thing you can focus on is the abnormal amount of bonsai plants in his living room.

“Alright now it’s time for the union to talk COVID protocol,” you frown when Mr. Kim moves ownership of the Zoom call to your union rep, who pulls up a Powerpoint. You feel your eyes burn at the sight: an itinerary containing over thirty-eight slides.

“For fuck’s sake—”

You so desperately want to turn off the camera and flop in your bed. Since working remotely you haven’t been operating in the most ideal of workspaces. You live in a one-room apartment with a communal kitchen downstairs, so you really only have four square meters to stretch your limbs around between breaks. You’ve pushed your bed aside and shoved an office chair between the bed and the wall, leaving you to squirm between ten centimeters of space. You have no desk because well, the little rectangle space is prioritized for your portable stove and meals.

The meeting drones on for another hour, until your brain melts to liquid and your limbs feel like Jell-O. Furthering your anxiety as they talk about protocol that never ends up happening, delays that continue to pile up, and the anger that’s been bubbling between the higher ups and little goldfish employees like you.

When you finally shut off the camera and fling your laptop under the bed, you still feel unsettled. Probably because your work life and home life have merged together, and it’s hard for you to separate work and pleasure.

Speaking of pleasure.

Your hand blindly reaches under your bed, looking for the pretty pink oval you purchased last week. Cleaned and ready to use, the little remote-controlled vibrator sits plainly in your palm.

Needless to stay you’ve been in a bit of a dry spot these past few months. With a fear to go out and meet someone new, you’ve been left with yourself and your fantasies. That’s fine, but lately your old vibrator isn’t cutting it. It’s unfortunate, you think you’re messing up your libido by buying toy after toy, but you’re horny and lonely.

Linking your phone’s app to the remote, you ignore the messages that have been beeping your feed since early morning.

[11:21] Jeon: let’s do lunch!

[11:23] Jeon: hehe i feel like i belong in mean girls. Do lunch💁🏻‍♀️💁🏻‍♀️💁🏻‍♀️

[2:20] Jeon: u loozer. Come eat dinner with us upstairs @6

[2:24] Jeon: dropping off a snack for u

Another element of feeling horny and lonely? Jeon Jungkook.

You two shouldn’t have even met each other. You live off crumbs on the first floor while he and his roommates are livin’ it up on top in the penthouse. One day a few months ago he crashed into you while working out, having run up and down the whole flight of stairs at least three times before deciding to collapse on you between the second and first floor.

Despite the black mask that hugged his sharp jawline, you had felt nothing but attractiveness ooze off of him. Under his hoodie was nothing but curved muscle. He smelled so soft and sweet despite the fact that he was damp with sweat.

The rest is history. After that day he seemed to show up everywhere, jogging more prominently on your floor and doing exercises at your level’s gym. He says he likes you, likes your company. He’s wormed his way intermittently, whether he’s seeing you struggle with an armful of groceries or when he hears you screaming over an Among Us match (according to Jungkook, the walls are thinner on the bottom floors.)

The idea of Jungkook doting on you doubly frustrates you. He seemingly appears as the perfect man, unaffected by the stresses of the world. Jungkook’s job lets him work from home anyway, and he definitely had enough room in the penthouse for his own office. He works out, probably has a girlfriend and enough friends for you to gradually phase out of this weird neighbor interest.

So you ignore his seemingly harmless messages, focusing on getting the settings right on the vibrator. You feel your pussy jolt a little in excitement, watching the silver and pearl pink oval shake in your grasp. You smile a bit to yourself, immediately finding your iPad for your favorite videos and some pillows to support your back.

Half an hour later however, that excitement soon goes sour.

“Fuck,” you bite your lip, frustrated tears streaming down your face, “fuck fuck fuck!”

This isn’t a set of explicatives out of pleasure, unfortunately.

No matter what you do, you won’t cum. You can’t cum. Barely wet, hardly a drop glossing your folds. You don’t even want to bother getting out the lube at this point because you are so disappointed.

The vibrator is going at the highest setting, one that your neighbors can probably hear if they were home at this time of the day. You cease to care at this point, because the job is undone because you haven’t come undone.

You don’t know why this is happening. Maybe it’s because you’ve had the liberty to touch yourself in complete silence, now that your neighbors have been confined to their homes indefinitely. Maybe it’s because it’s been so long since you’ve relied only on your touch, that your body is tired of the monotony and needs more.

You bang the heels of your feet against your flimsy mattress, feeling whiny and utterly dissatisfied. Pulling the vibrator from your clit, you glare at the infuriating toy.

“You’re supposed to be helping me out of my dry spell,” you chastise, throwing the toy across the bed, sliding onto the carpet, “I get you’re not Jeon’s dick, but you gotta help a sister out.”

With a sigh, you fall into a bout of exhaustion. Not from a round of orgasms, but from the week’s stress and no way to let it out.

You wake up bleary and disoriented, practically melding through the mattress. The sky is pink and blue, washed in a sea of corals and purples. It comes from the incessant banging.

“Stop it,” you whine more to yourself than whoever dares to disturb your sleep, pulling up your panties and a pair of navy dolphin-trim shorts. “Whoever you are I’m comin’ so stop!”

Swinging the door open in two strides you’re met with a chipper Jeon Jungkook; looking all cute and sweet in his big hoodie and smelling like a rosebud.

“It’s 6:30,” he narrows his eyes playfully at you, “dinner’s in the oven.”

“You left your oven on,” you deadpan, turning around to grimace at the mess that’s your one-room apartment.

“Yes, so we have exactly ten minutes before my kitchen explodes in flames,” Jungkook chirps, closing the door behind you.

You don’t even bother to tell him to excuse the mess, ignore the pile of bras hanging on your vanity and the unpacked groceries that sit at the edge of your mini-fridge. It’s far too late to salvage your dignity and Jungkook’s too damn polite to call you out on your state of slob. Although, as you pull out a bottle of wine tucked in the back of your fridge you blurt, “I can hear your fingers tingling to clean up my mess.”

When you turn around Jungkook stuffs his hands in the kangaroo pocket of his hoodie, supposedly to stop himself from cleaning up. With a pout he says, “Can’t help it, Jimin says I’m currently manifesting a strong display of Virgo energy this month. Whatever that means.”

Jabbing your feet in a pair of slides you follow Jungkook out the door. The hallways are quiet and barren, yet the silence isn’t suffocating as you two pile into the elevator. Jungkook opens the keypad underneath the regular boring buttons, revealing a sleek little set of light-up buttons that have the code to the penthouse. Faaaannnnccy.

“Tryna look?” he jokes, cupping his hands to block your vision.

You scoff, “I’m sure it’s something easy like 0000.”

“You’re wrong. It’s 1234,” he replies cheekily.

The door dings open and you’re met with yet another door. Jungkook presses his thumb to the biometric scanner, and a pleasant ringer tings in response.

The penthouse smells like a mix of tonight’s dinner, savory, combined with a cinnamon apple candle. Jungkook is a fan of scented candles, ever since he got a whiff of your lavender vanilla burner.

“Where’s Taehyung?” you ask, more out of your own anxiousness than anything. Taehyung’s your buffer, the hyper roommate being someone to distract you from Jungkook’s incessant aura.

“Dunno,” he shrugs, flicking on the oven light to peer inside. You see the telltale signs of a mean lasagna, the shredded cheese on top crisping to a delicious-looking golden brown, “anyway, you’re my friend first.”

As grotesque as it sounds, Jungkook always finds his way to worm his way under your skin and find homage there. “Possessive much?” you quirk a brow, folding your arms over your chest even though there’s nothing to hide.

“What can I say,” Jungkook’s legs stretch out as he squats down to your level, “I really fell for you.”

“Gross,” you try to convince yourself, ignoring the thudding in your chest, “you technically fell on me, weirdo.”

Dinner is a quick affair. He cuts slices of lasagna and brings it to the couch, where you’re pouring glasses of wine in crystal glasses. They’re so clean and shiny you can see your reflection in the gold liquid. You grimace at the bottle, normally this would be poured in a mug or your sippy cup, tonight your liquid’s getting a high-end pour.

You two pull up an old anime to fill up the room, but most of it is spent in playful banter. Jungkook prattles on about his day, showing you all the cool updates he’s achieved during work. An app developer. A very on-brand, lucrative job for him. You love your job but it isn’t nearly as exciting as Jungkook’s, so you just let yourself be supportive and ask questions when needed.

When the subject of you comes up, you shake your head and stuff your face with another cut of al dente pasta.

“Not interestin’ Jeon,” you mumble, groaning at how delicious his cooking is. What can’t he do? “Is this oregano? Is the secret ingredient toasted oregano—”

“You’re deflecting.”

Your shoulders slump, “I’m not very interesting, I tell you everything I do during the week and nothing has changed since March.”

“Oh, not everything,” Jungkook mutters under his breath. You furrow your brows as his hands stuff themselves in his hoodie pocket. Is he upset you won’t tell him about your work stress? “And you’re very interesting, I’ll have you know.”

“Yeah?” a small smile tugs on your lips. You sink further into his cottonball of a couch, feeling utterly soft and meldable at his words.

“Very,” Jungkook gets up from the couch, looking down at you, “want something sweet?”

The prospect of dessert has you excited. Jungkook really is the perfect man, so kind and knows exactly when you’re craving something for your sweet tooth. You move to get up, only for you to sink further between the two large cushions of the loveseat. “Help me, ’m stuck,” you pout.

Jungkook giggles, and holds out his palm, “Hand,” he says simply.

You immediately reach for his larger palm, and you gasp when you feel something cold and soft touch your palm. As if you’ve been burned, you tug your hand back. But Jungkook’s hand is massive, the large ink-painted palm curling around your own, and it’s almost painful the way he clutches your hand so fiercely.

When he’s sure you’re not going to drop it, he releases your hand.

Nestled in your palm, is the new vibrator you left on the carpet this afternoon.

“Jeon,” you laugh tonelessly, hating the way Jungkook’s neutral expression mocks you, “you found my USB? Thanks, I know—”

“Know that you’re having a hard time coming?” Carefully extracting your plate from your lap, he places it on the coffee table before Jungkook cages you between the couch. You shrink further into the plush seat, “I tried being a good neighbor, but you didn’t answer my texts. I heard you when I tried dropping off some snacks before dinner. Didn’t know you were into toys.”

“Oh, c’mon Jeon. It’s 2020 and we’re confined,” well, in this scenario you’re confined, “everyone has a sex toy.”

“Hm, I don’t have one,” Jungkook bites the inside of his cheek, pretending to be deep in thought, “so, can you be my toy?”

Fuck.

It’s then that you feel the tell-tale signs of arousal. Your eyes widen, innocently surprised at the fact that Jeon Jungkook contained so much power in so few words. You snap your legs shut immediately, sealing any possibility of you dripping down your panties.

“I heard how disappointed you were, doll,” his arms have no problems as he bends down so he’s eye-level with your crotch, “it was pathetic, really. You couldn’t even cum on your own? You need someone to help you?”

“N-no,” you cross your arms defensively, frowning, “you–you’re being mean, Jeon.”

“And what, you’re gonna cry about it?” Jungkook smirks, now sitting on his knees. His hands run over the velvety fabric of the couch, making a beeline for your thighs. Gooseflesh rises to the surface, and he immediately presses down to iron out the little bumps that travel across your skin, “I do wanna make you cry, but not because you can’t cum. You’ll cry because of how good I’m gonna make you feel.”

You gape, clutching the vibrator in your hand.

A little bit of your sweet, cute Jungkook resurfaces, softening when he notices your lack of response, “If you’ll let me, of course.”

You finally drag the words from your throat, “I-it’s been a long time since I’ve… been with someone.”

He tilts his head, “Same here. I just figured we could break that spell together.”

What are you going to say? No? A dishonor to your sexuality, that would be. Jungkook’s offering himself up on a silver platter, and even though you do wish it was a little more you’ll take the sex.

You nod, forgetting to speak again. Jungkook chuckles.

“I want to hear you say it, doll.”

Doll. Like you’re his little fucktoy, malleable and bendable to all his whims. Fuck, why is that so hot to you? “Yes, I want to have sex with you,” you declare, your voice sounding more breathy than confident, “a-and, you can be mean. If you want.”

His thumbs press little light indents in your skin, over and over as if fascinated by the way your skin is so soft and gummy in his grip. “Okay,” Jungkook doesn’t hesitate to pull out his phone, jabbing a few things that you don’t see, “let’s do a little test drive, then.”

In seconds, the little egg vibrates in your touch. He puts it on the lowest setting, a soft buzz echoing in the large living room, then at a bruising pace that forces you to curl your fingers around it otherwise it’d fall. Your eyes flicker over to Jungkook’s, who’s focusing entirely on the way the pink and silver egg moves, dilated in interest.

“Fuck, and you thought this thing was broken?” he asks, taking it out of your palm and turning off the app.

“Maybe I’m the broken one,” you admit softly, wringing your shirt.

Silence seeps. Jungkook looks at you, brows furrowed as if he’s annoyed. “Don’t ever say that,” when you don’t respond, he grabs your chin, and you gasp when he forces you to look at him, “you’re not broken, doll. Everyone’s body is different, and we’re going to discover yours together. Got it?”

“Y-yes,” you reply immediately, mesmerized by his seriousness.

“Good,” he slaps the vibrator back in your palm, “and in case you’re wondering, this goes inside.”

“I know how it works,” you scowl, “but won’t you show me, just in case?”

“You would like that, wouldn’t you?” Jungkook gets up for good, piling the dishes in his arms and walking to the sink. You immediately miss his warmth, “but I think patience is a virtue. I have a developer meeting with some clients in America a little bit, actually. So just wait for my call, yeah?”

You frown, looking down at the vibrator in your hands. How much longer would you have to wait?

It happens at exactly three in the afternoon the next day, at the start of your staff meeting. You’re so tired of the same information being thrown back and forth, coupled with Brian and Jae having to fight over some mundane subject in the itinerary that no one cares about. For goodness sake, it’s Friday! What else would you possibly need to be meeting about?

You’re wearing a button-down dress shirt on top, no pants on the bottom. Your bare feet slap against the hardwood floor, antsy. It’s been a long day at work and your back hurts, you’re half tempted to dip out of this meeting and hope no one notices.

Your phone buzzes on your bed, and you blanch.

[3:01] Jeon: thanks for waiting, doll. It’s time

[3:01] Jeon: put it in

Shamelessly, your vibrator sits next to your phone, cleaned and ready to go.

[3:02] Jeon: need help? Answer my call

Making sure that your Zoom call is muted, you quickly answer the incoming phone call. Jungkook and you say nothing at first, waiting. The phone just ticks with the amount of time passing, one minute, two minutes, and so on.

Mr. Kim drones unknowingly, “So when we do return to live instruction, expect a strict process when returning. PPE must be enforced so our response team will—”

“How wet were you last night when you went home?” Jungkook asks languidly, speaking over your boss’ voice.

Your eyes widen, flickering back and forth between the phone and the camera displaying Mr. Kim’s boring speech.

“Doll, are you hard of hearing?”

“N-no,” your lips barely move, eyes glued to the camera and plastering an expressionless face, “I heard you.”

“Then give me an answer,” he says patiently, “how wet were you?”

“Very wet.”

“Little more detail.”

“Soaking wet,” you flush, thankful that your work laptop can only stream in 360p. “I haven’t gotten that wet in such—such a long time. My pussy was practically clinging to my underwear when I washed up that night.”

A heady, heavy groan resonates through your phone. You feel that voice straight into your panties, jolting the nerves awake.

“Fuck, you have a way with words, don’t you?” Jungkook chuckles breathlessly, “c’mon, touch yourself for me. Swirl your fingers around your clit, slowly.”

It takes a second for you to position yourself, spreading your legs in a way that your coworkers don’t question why you’re moving so much. A quick scan over all the tired faces says that you’re okay. Shyly, you press your fingers against your clit, doing as he says.

“Oh,” you say more to yourself than him, feeling the wetness already coating your fingers. This is earlier than usual.

“What?”

“I’m already wet,” you say, amazed, “I haven’t gotten wet this quickly in a long time.”

He scoffs, “If you’re so wet now, shove it in.”

You frown. You did tell him to be mean. But the idea of him telling you what to do, giving you all the porn-worthy experiences to accomplish has you relenting. Discreetly grabbing the egg from the bed, you bring it down to your panties. Swirling the cold metal around your clit, you coat it in your juices.

It’s still a little too early to be putting anything in, but you can take it. Slowly relaxing, you slip the little egg in your pussy, wiggling it a little to make sure it’s secure. It’s a strange sort of pressure, and it pokes against your clit from the inside, but you enjoy the stretch.

“It’s in,” you reply softly.

“Good.”

You wait. You listen to Jae make yet another speech about the importance of masks and gloves, and then Brian has to interject and say that gloves are literally useless because they spread germs around no matter what. Even though everyone else is muted, you can practically feel the misery seeping through the screen. For a second you almost forget about Jungkook on the line. Why isn’t Mr. Kim stopping them? This is the thin line stopping you from the weekend, unbelievable!

“Eep!” you jolt in your cheap seat, the egg buzzing in your pussy. Your hands fly out, gripping the edges of your computer.

It hits different when Jungkook is in control. Knowing that with a flick of his thumb he can have you careening, whining for more or less depending on how hard he wants you go. Your folds hug the egg, nestling it a fleshy grip as it brushes against your clit the more you squirm.

“You look so pretty, trying so hard to hold in your moans,” Jungkook says wondrously from the other line.

“W-what?” you frown, “you can see me?”

And immediately, you go to your trackpad to fish between the hundred-and-one employees also in this call. At the very end, you see a very simple name with no mic or camera: Jeon JK. He’s here.

“Worked in IT, doll. Know a thing or two,” he says, “now, tell me. What are you thinking about right now?”

“Y-you,” you mumble shyly.

“So,” Mr. Kim finally ends that part of the meeting, thank goodness, “what’s everyone’s plans this weekend? I’m going apple picking with a couple of my friends from college. Hoseok is a bright bean who loves to take long walks—”

What the hell. You squirm uncomfortably in your seat, hyperaware that Jungkook’s watching your every move. You make glossy, stubborn eyes at the camera, trying not to move when he jacks up the vibrator to a higher setting.

Jae’s of course the next employee to unmute his microphone, “Well, me and the bae are going house hunting…”

“Fuck!” you cry, moving the computer to the left so you can pretend you’re picking up something. But in fact you're leaning your head against your mattress, frustrated. “I don’t fucking care about your weekend plans, Jae! Shut the fuck up! You wanna know my weekend plans?” Jungkook’s laughing at you from the other line, but it only spurs you on, “my plans are fucking my super hot neighbor! He’s a hundred times more interesting than you and he’s going to make me come a hundred times this weekend—oh fuck!”

Your fingers latch onto your panties, drawing random squiggles and letters between the fabric. You’re damp, soaked to the core. You need some sort of friction, a reprieve from this hellish week.

“You flatter me, doll,” Jungkook is definitely grinning through the phone, you can practically hear his shit-eating grin, “I think you deserve a reward. As soon as you put the camera back on your pretty face.”

Quickly, you sit up to put the camera on you again. Once again, the employees are in a daze, listening to whatever the next person gabs about their weekend. Even though you can’t really see it, you’re sure Jungkook has a 1080p camera upstairs that shows off your blotchy face. You moan a little bit, lips closed as the egg buzzes against your pussy lips.

“You’re so cute, doll,” Jungkook praises, “you look so professional, holding it in. What could I do to make you unravel? Hm, what if you imagined the taste of my cock on your lips? Fuck, I’d love to slap your cute little face with my cock, baby doll–”

“y/n?” Mr. Kim calls your name, and you freeze, “what about you? Any plans this weekend?”

Jungkook doesn’t sound angry that your boss has inadvertently cut him off. “Answer him, doll. Be a good little employee.”

Like a zombie, you move towards the unmute button. “I–I uh,” you shake your head, trying to formulate a coherent response, “I’m going on a date this weekend.”

Jungkook jacks up the vibrator to high, and your legs are shaking.

“Awh, a date!” Mr. Park unmutes himself, practically shoving the camera in his face, “how much do you like the lucky lad or lady?”

“I like him uh—ah—” you pretend to think, covering a hand over your mouth to hide the fact that you feel your orgasm fast approaching, “I like him a lot!” you finally blurt, “I’m, uh, really excited to see him.”

“Best of luck to you,” Mr. Kim says brightly, “so Jimin, any news on those investors you had dinner with this weekend? I heard a lot of positive things…”

You immediately mute your mic, and pretend to lag as you fumble around with the camera. Shoving the laptop to the side once more you groan into your sheets, “Fuck—fuck yes—” you moan, shaking your head as you dip your fingers into your panties. The vibrator still continues at its bruising pace, spurring you to a high you haven’t peaked to in months.

“Good job,” Jungkook says simply, “could barely notice that you have a little helper fiddling around your dripping pussy.”

“J-Jeon,” you cry, “I’m, ’m gonna cum.”

“Yeah?” Jungkook eggs you on, “you’re gonna cum around that cute little vibrator? Gonna soak it in your juices?”

“W-wish it was your cock I was soaking,” you whisper truthfully, letting your orgasm take you at the thought. Your folds flutter around the vibrator, bringing you to a level of sensitivity you’ve only dreamt of, “Ah, yes, Jeon. It feels s-so good!”

“Yes baby,” Jungkook groans through the line, “feels good, huh?”

Mr. Kim interrupts for the last time, “And with that, I think our meeting is adjourned. Have a wonderful weekend! Stay safe and—”

You slam the laptop shut, grabbing your phone and keys. “I’m going up,” you mutter impatiently, already jabbing your feet in a pair of slippers and locking the door to your apartment behind you.

“I’m waiting,” he replies, eagerness trimming his voice.

“Password?” you ask quickly, jabbing the elevator door shut once you step inside. Thank goodness you’re alone, you think as you pull your dress shirt further down your ass.

“Did you forget already?” he teases, “I told you, it’s 1234.”

Thankfully, the doors zip you up straight to the penthouse. The connection is always a little spotty in elevators, and you sigh longingly when you feel the buzz jolt and leave it’s momentum, quickly losing its rhythm between your dripping folds. Once you get to the top and the elevator doors open the second door immediately swings open, revealing a soft but aroused-looking Jungkook. He looks fresh from the shower, absolutely radiant and delicious looking.

You don’t hesitate to run up to him, and Jungkook immediately cups his face in your hands, pressing his lips to yours.

You’re practically on your tippy-toes, and you squeak against his lips when he hooks his arms around your shoulders, immediately lifting you up. You wrap your legs around his trim waist, not wanting to stop kissing him. He’s like the sweetest ambrosia, a taste you can’t get enough of.

The connection to your vibrator has resumed, and you can’t help but grind helplessly under Jungkook’s clothed abs as he carries the both of you to his bedroom.

“N-need you to fuck me,” you bury your head in the crook of his neck, pressing quick kisses to his jawline, “I want you s-so badly.”

“Hello to you too,” he husks, shutting the bedroom door with his foot.

Jungkook drops you unceremoniously, and your limbs splay out on the fresh bedsheets of his feather-soft mattress.

“You look gorgeous like this, doll.” he sighs longingly, a hand going under your buttondown to press against your soaked panties. His hand lingers on the way your pussy moves in tandem with the vibrator.

“J-Jeon please I can’t take it—”

“Stop calling me that,” he snaps, hands leaving your skin.

You whine at the loss of contact, “Jeon, no. Jungkook. Kook, my Kook. Please, I need you.”

That gets him going. His pretty chocolate brown eyes zero in on you, and he immediately shucks off his shirt and sweatpants, “How much do you need me?” he asks, pulling out his phone and pressing some buttons, “how much do you need your Kook?”

The vibrator stops. You cry out in frustration, unsure if it’s because it’s off or because Jungkook’s taking too damn long. “I need you so much, Kook,” you warble with a pout, moving to undo the top buttons of your dress shirt to reveal your cleavage, “honey, you can have me all you want later today. I want you to slap my face with your dick, edge me until I cry, anything. I’m all yours, I’m your little doll. But please for now, I need to feel you inside me.”

“Say no more,” his lips latch onto your neck, and you sigh at the skin-to-skin contact. His hand fiddles under your shirt, clutching a breast and slapping it so hard it bounces back and forth, “fuck, you’re so pretty.”

His hand moves to your plain cotton panties, immediately shucking them off, “doll, you really are dripping,” he’s impressed, surprised when he has to untack the fabric from your glossy legs. He hangs the panties on his wooden headboard, a little ornament for him to jack off to later.

His fingers brush over your folds, wasting no time to slip the vibrator out. He holds it between your faces, forcing you to stare at the pearly substance that coats the entirety of the egg. “Mm, tasty tasty,” he cooes, pink tongue darting out to lick a long strip across the oval.

You tug him closer, pressing his lips to yours. He tastes a mixture of his own saliva and your arousal, and you grind helplessly against him. You feel how big his cock is, rock-hard and trying very diligently not to bust. He must have a crazy amount of control, and it drives you nuts.

“Kook,” you frown, bumping your crotch with his.

“Impatient, good thing I am too,” he shucks off his boxers while you unbutton the rest of your shirt, “knees and hands, doll.”

You don’t care how or what way he’ll take you. Fuck, he could bend you into an Auntie Anne’s pretzel and you’d comply.

Arching your back so your ass is in the air, you wiggle around, hoping he’ll take the bait. That’s when you sigh, feeling the tip of his dick brush against your wetness.

“Soaking my cock already, baby,” he says, “you’re so good to me.”

And finally, finally, he slips in. You don’t even care that it stretches you a little too far and too long, it’s been too damn long since you’ve had decent dick and Jungkooks far more than decent.

He goes at a quick pace, finally showing how impatient he’s been all this time. Your moans and groans fill the room, a symphony of pleasure and pain as he stretches your walls to the brim. You hold a pillow to your chest, feeling woozy at the way his fat cock stretches you out.

“F-fuck yeah,” the pace is hard, you practically feel it in your belly, and you love it. “You feel so fucking tight, baby,” he’s all up in your ear, kissing the lobe briefly, “I love the way you suck my cock back in.”

“Kook,” you press your ass back, “harder, please. I’m your little doll, right? Y-you can fuck me however you want, as hard as you want! Please, ah—! Use me!”

You cry out when he slips from your folds, immediately flipping you on your back. He wastes no time to wet his dick, lifting one leg over his shoulder to have you deeper. This position is far more intimate, and your noses are practically touching as he thrusts into you.

You can’t believe you’re in bed with Jeon Jungkook. This must be a dream, a really great, really long wet dream. You crumble in his grip, and you lift a shaky hand to run through his thick black strands.

“Why’d you make me wait so long?” you cry, staring right into his glittering eyes, “why couldn’t you come for me after your call last night?”

“Why’d I make you wait?” he grits, crushing the flesh between your hip bones so he can have more leverage to pound into you, “why did you make me wait? Since March, I’ve wanted you. I told you I liked you, told you I fell for you.”

“T-thought it was a joke,” you warble pathetically, breasts bouncing at his relentless rhythm.

“You think th-this is a joke?” for further emphasis, he glides slower, making you feel just how large and thick he is against your folds, “I want you, doll. Y-yeah, fu-fuck. Want to feed you every day, feed you lasagna, feed you with my cum, make you happy.”

“I—I want that too, Kook,” you’re a pile of pink mush, and you feel your eyes prick from the overwhelming emotions that have washed over both of you. “Sh-shit, Kook. I think, I think I’m gon’ cum again.”

“Good, you first,” his hand plays figure 8s with your precious pearl, seeping with arousal and coating his cock in delicious lubrication.

It doesn’t take long for you to cum. You’re holding him as tight as you can, nails digging into his shoulders as you clench around his cock. Jungkook cums shortly after, and you keen at the sensitivity when his hot cum coats your walls. “Baby doll,” he exhales, thrusting lazily. The both of you feel your combined arousal drip between the two of you, onto your skin and onto his sheets, “y-you’re amazing.”

His softened cock slips out of you, and his hands immediately reach over to swirl around the heady cream over your engorged pussy. You moan when he brings his fingers to your lips, “Open, doll.”

It tastes salty yet sweet, and you suckle around his finger with a cute little pop. Jungkook grins brightly, feeling like he won the lottery.

“Are my walls that thin?” you pout, pressing closer to him when he pulls the blankets to your chest.

“Very,” Jungkook nods with a chuckle, tucking the two of you in, “now get some rest, doll. You presented a lot of offers to me earlier, and I intend to go through with them.”

You smile into his chest, melty and feeling utterly sated.

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