#and when we strip it away we remove the core of the story

[demeterdefence]

my energy has been low lately so i've stuck to just liveblogging chapter releases, but i was thinking earlier about why lore olympus really nettles me and it's truly indicative of a wider issue.

it's disappointing that a major ancient religion that is still practiced by some people today has been reduced to a caricature of itself, and i say this knowing that there are thousands of reinterpretations of the greek myths, there will always be a new opinion or retelling of them. retelling the myth of hades and persephone isn't necessarily the issue, so much as the constant and dripping disdain to the cultural roots. we don't need to be greek to appreciate the story, but why remove everything greek from it? why westernize every aspect and remove ties to the cultural roots? why whitewash everything from a myth thousands of years old?

part of the reason these myths continue to resonate with us is because the themes are still relevant today. the loss of a child, the struggle against impossible forces, the (often patriarchal) powers against you, a mothers love. these stories hold power, they gave hope and inspiration, they created meaning and connection, and they were vital to the people who lived in that time, in that place. they will resonate with us for many years still, but stripping the roots and core of it out only makes it a hollow, shallow imitation. it's reality tv with neon colours, no love or heritage present; it's cold and shiny and plastic, and it insults what it claims to portray.

[kataraslove]

there’s a reason why the entire story of avatar the last airbender begins and ends with katara. there’s a reason why we are introduced to katara first before we are introduced to any other character. there’s a reason why katara is the narrator. there’s a reason why the creators have emphasized over and over again that katara is just as titular to the story as aang - she’s the other main character.

when you water down katara - remove her compassion, her ability to connect with others, her nurturing role, her ANGER and RAGE and DRIVE - you water down the very fundamentals of the story. you drastically and severely alter the core dynamics of the gaang, because katara was so important to the development of every single one of them. she was the rock and glue that held team avatar together.

katara was unlike any other character to ever appear on television; she was a young brown girl who took no shit from anyone, yet at the same time remained kind and compassionate and nurturing. katara was a force of nature; proud of her heritage and culture, burdened by the responsibility of being the last southern water bender of the water tribe, angered over the death of her mother and everything that the fire nation took from her, determined to help every single person in need, determined to change the world, angry and resentful because old men and rules and laws kept telling her what she could or could not do, thus, she was determined to restructure thousands of years of patriarchy that stood against her from accomplishing her goals and dreams.

watering down katara into at most 2-3 tangible characteristics, stripping her away of all her motivation and agency and nuance, telling the audience that she wants to help and change the world only to have her stand in the background with an air of grief, demonstrates that the writers of the live action fundamentally misunderstand the spirit of avatar. and that’s something so unforgivable. no matter how many changes they decide to make, or how much they decide to stay true to the original story in other areas, no matter how many flashy VFX fight scenes we get - if you fail to properly understand katara, you fail to understand the heart and soul of avatar the last airbender, everything that makes avatar such a timeless classic.

[coleskingdom]

Say it

Switchblade Jay White x f reader

Smut

Minors DNI NSFW

Summary When a discreet relationship wants to be made public, Jay has his ways of getting her to agree

I was waiting in the back for Jay to come through the curtain we had been keeping our relationship discreet. I had just taken my dream job and falling for Jay was not part of the plan it never had been. At times it felt like pure madness our attraction to each other, other times it felt like a fairy tale love story. Will stopped by to chat for a moment, bringing Okada with him. We had just finished talking about how great it was that everyone was in the same company again and that it was going to be a few fun years ahead.

They started walking away just as Jay appeared, “What did they want?” opening the door, letting me enter before slamming it. “Nothing just that they’re excited to be working with you in the same company.” His glare both full of fire and ice at the same time. “If they wanted to drop off a fruit basket and well wishes they should’ve waited for me. I think Will just wanted to talk to you again and used Okada as the reason. He’s been after you since the days in chaos” his hand brushing my face, a thumb tracing my jaw. His mood matching what had just happened in the ring, he was in control and not amused.

"I'm going to make something very clear right now, sweetheart . Teach you something you won't forget..."

"You are mine." He ripped off my clothes, aggressively attacking my breasts, biting and sucking on my nipples until I was crying out, my moans filling the room. “These are mine. Your pussy is mine. Your lips are mine." He made his way down my body, licking and sucking over every inch of me, eating into my core, his tongue passing lazily through my folds.

"Say it," he ordered, sucking hard on my clit while he scissored his fingers inside me until I was about to come. Then he stopped, the desperate sound that fell from my lips.

He stood up stripped out of his gear, picked me up wrapping my legs around his waist and my arms around his neck. I bucked underneath him, trying to slide his dick into me, because I couldn't stand it. I'd never felt this reckless, so out of control. I needed him more than I needed to breathe. He marched us into the shower, my back up against the cold tile, he moved one hand around my throat lightly squeezing my breath catching in anticipation. "If I want to tell every fucking person on this planet about you and I, and what you mean to me, I'm going to do it. Nod your head that you understand." I glared up at him, but I was also a very, very desperate girl. So I nodded.His smugness only fueled my desire .

"Good girl," he murmured, finally slipping the tip of his dick into my core. He still didn't press in though, refusing to give me his long, hard length.”Please," I whimpered.

He laughed almost evilly, before his voice turned soothing and patroniz-ing. "Then say it, Sweetheart . I'll make you come harder than you ever have before.Just say it."

"I'm yours, Jay," I finally murmured, staring up into his gaze.

"And you're going to let me tell everyone about us? You know that I'll take care of you, keep you safe...Right?" I tried to close my eyes and not answer that one, but suddenly he pushed all the way to the hilt, until I felt so full I was sure he was pushing into the entrance of my womb. I shook my head. "Yes, I'm going to trust you," I growled through gritted teeth.

"I'm going to tell everyone," he pressed, rearing back and slamming forward again.

"Yes," I whispered, not caring about anything anymore other than him letting me orgasm.

"Such a good fucking girl," he growled as he thrust into me sharply, setting off an orgasm so intense, the world blacked out for a moment.

When I came back to consciousness, he was still fucking in and out of me, his face determined, his eyes hungry and obsessed.

"I love you," he said as he pumped into me desperately. He removed his hand from my throat then his hand came between us and pressed on my clit, and I immediately spiraled over the edge again as he spilled into me, filling me with so much cum, it seeped down my legs.

"I love you, I love you, I love you," he panted as he fucked me through the pleasure.

He refused to pull out when we were done, gathering me close, letting our juices drip between us. He stared into my eyes, and not for the first time, I wondered if this madness between us was okay. If it was possible for either of us to survive it. Or would it take us over and destroy us. I’d worry about that later as Jay put me down, turning on the water, “Let me take care of you.” as he began to wash my body, before moving me under the water, as he reached for the shampoo washing my hair as he whispered and praised me.

[supermarketbae]

Warnings:Smut smutty smut 18+, oral (fem receiving), exhibitionism if you squint, reader almost is caught but not really, Billy being an absolute dick, jealousy, swearing, and pet names. Tell me if I missed something wooo! First Billy Hargrove fic! Not proofread or formatted bc I’m a lazy ass bitch

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Your mom didn’t know you were dating Billy Hargrove aka the new King of Hawkins. That’s how it started. When she would work late shifts she would rarely be home after you got back from school, Billy didn’t mind showing off your relationship to Hawkins high, But to your very conservative parents? That was a different story. It was only convenient to be at your house after school. Billy didn’t want to bring you near his father and your place being technically ‘free of parents’ solved that.

“You look edible” comes Billy’s smirking drawl making you look up from your school books set on the kitchen table “I do?” You ask, corners of your lips turned up hoping to play into his hands. “Would you like me to show you?” He grins wolfishly, tongue sliding quickly across his incisors. Mirroring his grin you nod cheekily, shivering when he ghosts his lips over yours. “I’d love it.” You whisper back, smiling as he pulls your chair out settling by your thighs. His larger callused hands rubbing circles into them. You tilt your head back when he slips your jeans off and presses a heated kiss to the inside of your upper thigh. “Awh darlin’ what’s gotten you all worked up like this?” Billy teases, desire evident in his blown pupils. “Just make me cum, Hargrove.”

You bite back a moan as he chuckles darkly, removing your panties with his teeth. “Like this baby?” He licks a strip of your core tongue stopping at the edge of your throbbing clit. “Billy please!” You whine as he smiles toothily. “Or like this.” He puts is index finger inside of you quickly finding your g-spot. You let out a small moan. “Please just fuck me.” You whine slightly louder “There we go, it wasn’t that hard to ask me nicely was it?” You let out a groan as he starts to suck bringing his index and middle finger to trace circles around your hole.

“Billy-ah-please- fucking hell~” you moan softly to the blonde who again chuckles pulling you closer to his mouth a small trail of drool in the corner of his lips. His eyes were pure pupil now. The blue of his iris completely hidden. A raw and animalistic grunt comes from Billy as you tighten around his tongue as he slips it inside of you, his fingers coming to do small figure 8’s at your clit. You’re starting to buck up into him moaning his name loudly, the way he likes when you hear your garage door opening. You jump. “Shit-baby wait!” hearing the slight fear in your voice Billy looks up just in time for you to shove him under the table. “What the actual fu-”

The door opens to reveal your mother arm filled with groceries she sets on the table “Oh! Hello honey.” She smiles at you warmly and you try your best to shift the tablecloth shielding Billy from view. “Hello mama” you smile back in what you hope is the same warmth and not fear. “I’m almost late for my job but I’ll spend a few minutes putting away these grocerie-” “I’ll do it for you!” You say maybe a bit to loudly. “Thank you sweetie!” Your mother smiles at you and you hope she’ll leave sooner without an excuse to stay for longer.

Unfortunately your wish isn’t granted. You feel Billy’s hand on your bare thigh scooting up. You try bouncing your leg to get him to stop but he grabs your calf, getting you to fall into silence when he presses a kiss onto you. “So,” your mother says making you jump then glow furiously red “I heard there is a school dance coming up.” Your mother was notorious for trying to set you up with various boys she thought would be good “dates” for you. And this halloweens dance wasn’t different. You planned on saying you were going with friends, but meeting up with Billy there. You hear Billy growl softly beneath you, possessiveness already evident.

Your blushed cheeks darken, clearly sensing where this is going. “You should ask that Harrington boy,” your mother prods “he seems very nice. I was talking to him today and he said he would take you.” Your about to chide her for asking when Billy’s teeth graze your thigh then sink down. It takes you biting your lip to keep in the breathy moan fighting to come out of you. “If you ask me,” your mother continues, oblivious to your flustered state when Billy presses a long kiss up against your clothed cunt. “That boy is smitten with you, he always asks me how your doing when I go into the family video” “oh I-um didn’t know-” you gasp as Billy drags your panties down once more “Something wrong?” Your mom asks looking at you in concern. “Not at all.” You grit back as Billy’s tongue languidly circles your entrance. “So? Will you take him?” Your mother interrogates “I-um-hnghh- maybe” a harsh suckle on your clit indicated that if you said yes, Billy would make your life which already was living hell, way worse.

Your mother sighs “Whatever you do, do NOT humor that Hargrove kid, he doesn’t have good intentions at heart.” You squeak as she mentions your boyfriends name. You feel Billy laugh softly into your pussy. The vibrations making your mouth water. “Wh-whatever do you mean? h-he’s always been sweet to me.” You try to deflect this question “Oh I’ve seen the way you look at him sweetie, I understand he’s a handsome boy… I just worry” your mom continues and you struggle to get a full breath when Billy gives an appreciative lick to your clit.

“I’ll be sure to think about that.” you say “good. Oh look at the time I better be off” you tense as she comes over and hugs you, “b-bye mama!” You struggle to say as she closes the door behind her. You then breathe a sigh of relief “YOU ABSOLUTE FUCK!” you yell at Billy who has scooted back out from under the table and is looking up at you, fake innocence in his eyes. “Oops. Rather me stop?” He drawls smirking when you vigorously shake your head “I told you to make me cum.” you start to giggle but it quickly turns into a moan as he begins to attack your pussy harshly again.

You grab Billy’s hair pulling him closer to you as you begin to fall apart. You hear him groan loudly as you do “all fucking mine got it?” He bites looking up at you. “Not fucking Harrington’s, not any other bastard at that fucking school.” You let out a mewl as he bites down into you “fuckin’ say it” he grunts out voice slightly muffled by your plush walls. “A-all yours-fuck yes- All fucking yours Billy- please.” You whimper to him as his strong arms wrap around your waist pulling you even closer. “Atta girl” he mouths as you grind into him. “You taste so fuckin good sweetheart.” He murmurs into your dripping core “such a good fucking girl”

Your body contorts with pleasure at this hips arching into his mouth, Billy’s arms the only thing keeping you in the chair. “Wanna cum- oh fucking shit-Billy please!!” You cry out as you feel the winding cord of want start to snap deep in your belly “do it. Cum on my tongue. Wanna taste you” Billy orders. Your vision blurs for a moment and you let out the most pornographic moan. One you can’t even tell you made the sound. Your body is quaking with pleasure, simply scorching. And when Billy comes up face dripping from what was apparently you squirting. You ignite. A second small tremor rocks your body.

“Holy fucking shit” Billy moans at your open mouthed stare. Eyes still darkened from his actions. “Keep that up and I’m gonna bend you over the fucking counter.” You whine at the thought but manage to choke out “bet.” You both burst out laughing as Billy’s form wraps around yours enveloping you in a tight hug. “Love you” you mumble as he begins to kiss your collarbone softly “what was that??”

“You fucking heard me Hargrove.”

Billy was such a dick. But he was in love with you too.

[raayllum]

So I say quite often that TDP is a deeply thematic series, but what does that mean, exactly?

So let’s talk about it

How TDP Constructs Itself From Theme

First off, what is theme? Theme is the question/idea (often times a message) that an artistic artwork (literature / visual media outside of literal art) chooses to explore or posit for. Sometimes this can be very obvious, like the core themes of Family and Faith in the Lion, the Witch, and the Wardrobe, chronicling the adventures of four siblings as they undergo a Christ allegory with the lion, Aslan. Other times, works can feature many different over arching themes, such as ATLA’s examination of war, cultural grief, destiny, family, and the importance of balance, etc etc. 

Sometimes (and I’m sure I have too) theme and narrative can be used interchangeably, even if they are different things. So what’s the difference between Theme and Narrative? A Narrative is how a story fits over its themes, almost like the bricks over scaffolding for a house. For example, Hadestown takes the narrative of Orpheus and Eurydice and employs a cyclical structure in order to explore themes of futility vs hope woven in with the cycle of the seasons from its secondary mythic structure in Hades and Persephone. 

Thus, TDP is a Narrative ultimately about Breaking Cycle(s) and then explores that thematically through just about every character and dynamic in the show, with only very tiny side character exceptions (occasionally, and even then, it’s very minimal). What role does Power (Viren) have to play, or Sacrifice (Rayla)? How do we ensure we’re breaking the Cycle in the right way (Soren), that we’re striving for true Justice (Ezran)? What can we justify for the sake of our families (Claudia, Harrow) and can we not (Karim)? 

This is also why, while every character is important, particularly into the trio, if I had to pick just one character that is undeniably the Main Character of the Show™ it’s Callum, because Freedom from the Cycle is the most important theme of the show with everything else operating along the spectrum or axis of “total freedom” to “no freedom”. Breaking the Cycle - breaking the Chain - is freedom, and requires having agency to make those choices, whether it is gifted or grabbed desperately with both hands, or even accidental. It’s also why Aaravos, a villain of the Stars and Destiny, is our main villain for the series itself. It’s also why little mister Freedom Boy is our central mage figure, rather than a warrior or having Freedom given to another one of the kids, because the hinge on which the Cycle spins has always been magic (normally Dark, but not always) and thus Callum being a human connecting to a primal source is the Great Undoing of the wheel. 

But why write so thematically, and why do I think TDP primarily writes from theme (as opposed to character or anything else) when it came to constructing itself as a series, especially when characters are typically the main draw of a show and certainly of this one in so many ways? Well

Fantasy is Inherently Thematic

In contemporary / realistic fiction novels, you have to contend with real lived history. That either means writing historical divergence fiction and acknowledging the divergence (as much as you can, although ramifications can be hard to fathom never mind explore realistically), or being revisionist, or picking and choosing your setting very carefully. There is so much you have to contend with, and it can be noticeable if you don’t. If a character feels like they can only go to school in USA or Canada and not another country, a reader from another country will likely notice. 

All of this to say is that Fantasy (and sci fi) in general lets you strip away all the extra crap and, in the case of crafting a secondary world, lets you include literally only what needs to be included, removing that “what about everyone else globally” schtick when a magical crisis is happening in one part of a world that has a global network to begin with. In the case of TDP, this means crafting just one continent, literally splitting it in two, and not having to contend with any other sort of continent. This would not work in a realistic fiction novel because our world isn’t constructed that way, but a second fantasy world actually can, because all that matters is what the story needs.

Which was nice to get confirmation on regarding the team’s worldbuilding process in the latest Q&A answers: 

The characters and their journey dictated what worldbuilding details we needed to focus on up front: If Callum and Ezran are from a human kingdom called Katolis, what is Katolis like? If Rayla is an elf, what does that mean? Are there multiple kinds of elves? What kind is Rayla?  What does it mean that she’s an assassin? The dragon egg will hatch a very powerful dragon—what kind, and what does that mean for the dragon’s parents/lineage? We filled in what needed filling, but left a great deal of Xadia open-ended. In fact, none of the other human kingdoms had names until Season 2, when the direction of the story (specifically, Viren’s interaction with the Pentarchy) demanded that we give them more attention and thought. This has helped us avoid writing ourselves into too many corners by laying out too many “rules” for the universe in advance.

Rayla can have a Scottish accent without being wholly and culturally Scottish. Ezran and Harrow can exist in a world as Black royalty without racism. What this means, then, is that characters are grounded in their symbolic and thematic underpinnings. 

So let’s talk about it!

Consistent Symbolism

I could’ve sworn I’ve talked about it before for writing advice in general but I can’t find it now, but one of the easiest ways to make fantasy characters that are also thematic are to given them a symbolic cornerstone / underpinning. Think Katara from ATLA being the overflowing nurturer and icy rage of the sea; Aang, gentle and torrential power of the air; Aaravos, mysterious and playing the long game like the stars.

This is best seen perhaps through Callum, Janai, and Rayla - and TDP definitely leans into it harder for arcanum-connected characters, for sure, where their magic reflects their personalities and themes. We’ve already talked about Callum with his wings and his breath/mouth motif, so we can move on there. 

Terry is steady, patient, and growth oriented, just like the earth. Aaravos is cruel and therefore literally heartless. The Moon changes faces and hides itself, rarely revealing its full / true nature, yet is also light in the darkness, just like Rayla.

Janai is illuminative and compassionate, bright and a strong leader, eventually surefooted in the steps she’s taking to lead her people. But like her primal, she can blinded to the truth (such as how far her brother has fallen). 

This is also why so much in the series is circular. A decent amount of the symbols of primal sources, Harrow’s crown being a literal broken circle, the chains of history / handcuffs, Rayla’s moon opal pendant, the mirror, Rayla’s binding, Callum’s primal stone, Zym’s egg, the Cycle itself, with the angular cube as one of the few exceptions. Callum and Ezran themselves being the literally uneven towers of Katolis; Claudia’s black-and-white hair symbolism paired with the fact Rayla is a dual wielder. Viren likewise having duality of his normal and corrupted form. The butterflies. Viren’s eye motif, poisoning his own vision to Aaravos weaving a web over one eye to Viren’s eyes being clear when he is resurrected. Rayla’s hand on her heart motion, etc etc. 

It’s why when Soren and Claudia visit their father in prison in S3, Viren is in the light, and they are the ones who are framed like they are behind bars.

Symbols when repeated often enough become motifs. The theme is what dictates both large and small plot points. But to talk about that at length, we have to talk about what TDP loves to do most of all, which is

Irony

There are many different forms of irony. The most well known one is dramatic irony, common in horror films and tragedies, in which the audience knows something the characters do not. TDP does employ this from time to time, such is in early S2 when we know Claudia and Soren are up to no good but the boys don’t, or in early S4 when Ezran says that “This will be the start of a great era of peace,” but we already know Aaravos has put things in motion, culminating in Ibis’ murder and death later that same episode. 

However, TDP also enjoys a broader sense of irony, in which contradictory elements are layered on top of one another and then fused together. 

This is true for both characters - Rayla being sworn to kill the princes then becoming their protector; Soren being sworn to protect the princes and then trying to kill them; each culminating in S3 with falsely killing Viren, the wrong king of Katolis for Rayla, and Soren’s own father - and plot lines, such as Ezran’s abdication plot line in S3 that spans close to a third of the season. 

Harrow says that “A child is freer than a king,” emphasizing the series’ Main Theme of Freedom as well as the importance of youth and looking to the youth to break the cycles dictating their lives. So what does S3 do? It has Ezran remove his metaphorical chain he inherited from his father - the crown - to take on real chains. They turn him into a child king (two layers of irony) and then put the child king jail (three) and upon abdication (four). 

We see this directly in S4, even if we do not have the full context for it, with Viren being turned to stone in the same manner he brought down Avizandum: a king-father felled by dark magic (sound familiar) and ripped away from his child(ren). 

What does this all mean? (Conclusion)

Great, so TDP is written pretty thematically. What does it mean? Well, if you’re like me and you like to analyze or theorize about the series, it’s a pretty good place to start. There’s a lot riding on Book Five: Ocean for Rayla with it in mind, as well as hints that the Key of Aaravos will be revealed that season as well. It can be a useful bedrock for making predictions or seeing where characters may go, based on where they already have (re: my analysis of the show’s light and darkness motif that I thought would be small, and then ended up being quite a big deal in S4, and will presumably continue to be). It’s also one of the reasons TDP feels so cohesive because while things can go in unexpected directions, the thematic graces and symbolism of the series stay completely intact, if not continually reaffirmed.

It’s a story that’s weaving a beautiful tapestry, and it really really shows.

[shamanfox]

The Dance Beyond the Veil: A Reflection on Ego, Perception, and Authentic Being

We often find ourselves trapped in a play of our own making, moving through life as if on a stage, performing roles dictated by our ego. The ego, that fragile construct, plays both hero and villain, convincing us that we are the center of an audience’s gaze, even when, in reality, there is no audience at all. This illusion, however, is enticing. It feels comforting to pretend that we are someone—a star in our personal drama. Yet, the moment we begin to awaken from this dream, we realize that none of it is real.

The struggle with ego is a universal human experience. We all, at some point, bounce back and forth between the personas we create for ourselves, battling with the deep-seated issues that accompany such roles. These problems persist no matter how much we shift our identity or rearrange our outward appearance. The only thing that ever changes is us—our perception, our awareness, our consciousness. And once we begin to see ourselves from outside the illusion, like looking through the walls of a room but not from within it, we can begin to shed the layers of ego like chunks of armor.

This process of removing the “costume” of self—of stripping away the illusions we’ve wrapped ourselves in—allows for a profound transformation. Rather than succumbing to sorrow or despair at the realization of how deep the illusion runs, we can choose to dance. The act of dancing, in this metaphorical sense, becomes a symbol of freedom. It represents the decision to move gracefully through life’s challenges, liberated from the weight of our constructed identities.

At the core of this awakening lies a fundamental understanding: the essence of being is not tied to ego or outward recognition. It resonates from deep within, from the very bones of our soul, enraging and engaging us as we strive to satisfy the restless mind. This internal struggle can feel like a breaking of the self, a fracturing of the soul’s wings under the burden of ego’s expectations. Yet, just as we fall, we rise—stronger, freer, and more aligned with our true nature.

This journey is not merely about personal transformation. It invites us to see beyond our individual experience and into the souls of others—into the parts of the human collective that are corrupt, bound by greed, politics, and war. By recognizing these aspects, not as external evils but as reflections of our own inner struggle, we begin to grow in integrity and fortitude. We come to understand that money, recognition, and the societal values that glorify them are all illusions fed by ego. The pursuit of material wealth and status is ultimately hollow, a distraction from the deeper truth of who we are.

True happiness, true fulfillment, comes not from external accolades or the accumulation of wealth, but from knowing oneself. It comes from stripping away the ego’s layers and embracing the divine essence within. Humankind, in its constant striving to fill the void with worldly pursuits, fails to realize that the void can only be filled by self-awareness. The moment we stop taking ourselves and our constructed identities so seriously, we begin to wake up—to step down from the stage of the ego and into the role of the observer.

In this state of awareness, we are no longer bound by the roles we once played. We become the bridge between consciousness and ego, between the divine and the mundane. While we may still move in and out of the dream, functioning in the world of form, we do so with a new understanding. The longer we stay in this state of awareness, the more we realize that the story of the self—the narrative we’ve been crafting all along—is imagined. It is not the truth of who we are.

The characters we play, the personas we adopt, may freak out when confronted with this truth. They may resist the shedding of ego, clinging to the illusion for dear life. But once we behold the face of love—true, unconditional love—we see that there is nothing wrong, nothing that needs fixing. In this spaciousness of light, we realize that life is not something we create; it is something that simply is. Life is untouchable, existing beyond the constructs of the mind. It is the infinite space in which all things arise and fall, without attachment, without ego.

When we awaken to this truth, we no longer feel the need to compete with others or to prove ourselves. The events that once troubled us slide off our backs, no longer relevant in the grand scheme of existence. In this state, we no longer need to announce how little we care about the things that once consumed us. We simply live, free from the binds of ego, embracing the vastness of being.

To navigate the dream of life, the ego does serve a purpose. It allows us to function in the world, to engage with the story, to interact with others. But when we begin to see through the veil of ego, we approach life with the detachment of a teacher or guide—a guru who wears the ego like a mask, knowing it is only a temporary role. In this space, we can describe the meaning of life with confidence, using both elegance and profanity if necessary, because we understand the dance. We understand that life, in its purest form, is beyond all words, beyond all concepts. It is the experience of being itself, undeniable and unchanging.

And so, even as we fall back into the dream, we do so with a deeper understanding. We are no longer lost in the illusion; we are aware of the dance. And in that awareness, we find our freedom.

[ya-boi-haru]

I lied, put your clothes back on,

I'm about to go on an essay ramble about one of the concepts for my OCs story ('Ingress')

'Ingress' contains characters from various different worlds with different beliefs, government structures, species and an almost endless possibilities of abnormal powers.

While there are hundreds, if not thousands of possible abilities people can have, you can always categorize it down to one of two things: Genetic and Gifted.

Simply, Genetic power is where is passed on through blood, something you were born with, where as Gifted is where you obtain the power via a 3rd party, (Gods, cursed, abnormal incidents etc)

Does this affect the strength and limit in which a person can use their power compared to the other type? No. One of - if not the main - arc of 'Ingress' is that blood and labels do not define your limit, your limits are what you set for yourself.

So then how does it compare?

Imagine you have a rose bush. Tend to this bush and the flowers will bloom full and beautifully. However, If you were to cut off all the roses, one would argue that's its not a rose bush anymore, cause it doesn't have any flowers. But, it *is* a rose bush, it's designed to grow more roses over time, so it never stopped being a rose bush.

This is a metaphor for Geneticly powered people.

Genetically powered have this power running in their viens, it *is apart of them*. There a concepts and a few moments I wish and hope to explore where you can actually see that it is them.

To strip a G.P person of that ability would be excruciating, literally tearing them apart at their core.

Buts that's not to say that would be the end of it. As people we are constantly growing and even growing new cells every single day and it's still us, *our* DNA, it never changes. So while you have have stripped a Genetic Powered person's powers away, it will actually grow back over time. It may take an entire life time, he'll, it may never be the same as it was, but ut will return eventually. You can cut off every rose on the bush, but the plant is designed to grow more.

Now instead of a rose bush, imagine just a regular, leafy bush. However, you really want this bush to have flowers, so you just add your own into the bush. Now over time, the branches may learn to form around and connect to the flower and it'd basically be a flowering bush. But if you take all those flowers off, It won't flower on its own. It's just a regular bush again.

This is a metaphor for Gifted Powered people.

When a person is gifted (or cursed, blessed etc) their body fuses with the gift and it becomes them. To strip them of that is also excruciating, but it will never come back to them naturally, they will have to repeat the events in which they git it to get it back.

Throughout my wip story, I also want to play with devices that can neutralise an ability. (Similar to the collars in X-Men). With these it would effect a Genetic person more than a Gifted.

The devices would be cancelling out something that wasn't "human", with a Gfited person you could seperate the two easily, as it would be like separating two coloured pens. For a Genetic person it would have a bit more effect, some causing to pass out and sometimes even staying out until the device has been turned off/removed, as this would be like separating colour from coloured water.

Another fun concept is one OC in particular who has both Gifted and Genetic abilities.

From the top of my head, this is the only oc I have so far in this world that has both. Not to say that having both is rare, but it's not that greatly common either.

His genetic ability is Energy manipulation and his gifted power is teleportation. Over time he learned to use one power to help the other. His teleportation allows for him to 'jump' anywhere he wants (he has to have a visual on where he's going) however the greater the distance the more energy/stamina it drains him of. He's also learned that he can siphon energy off another person or thing - though it has to be a specific kind, mainly the type that's of his original world - and he uses this to give himself more strength and fuel the teleportation. While off his world, he doesn't have access to the specific energy he needs and eventually learns over time that he can use himself.

Again, he *is* of his world and energy and is constantly growing and his body is unconsciously giving out more energy, so he siphons off himself, almost in a funny image plugging an extension cord into itself. He can't do it for great lengths and does still need to rest, but it does get him around.

Now, if a Gifted person were to have a child, it is possible they could also get the power and it then becomes genetic to the child. Whereas if abilities are a genetic thing a child is almost guaranteed to get an ability from a Genetic parent.

I have OCs in worlds where getting gifted abilities is extremely common. I have OCs in a world where being Geneticly powered is part of their religion. I have OCs in worlds where Gifted abilities are unique to each, but their limits are what the set for themselves!

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I hope this made sense and thank you for reading my ramble

Will I do more? Idk I just love my blorbos and am still working out the world building, I just love this concept so much-

[streetbynitthil]

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Photography is a medium that has the remarkable ability to evoke emotions, tell stories, and capture moments in time. While color photography is undeniably captivating, there is a unique and profound quality to black and white images that sets them apart. In this blog post, we explore why black and white images have the capacity to convey more emotion.

1. Stripped of Distraction: Black and white photography strips away the distraction of color, allowing the viewer to focus solely on the subjects, composition, and the interplay of light and shadow. Without the influence of vibrant hues, the emotions conveyed by the subjects become more pronounced and direct.

2. Timeless and Nostalgic: Black and white imagery often carries a timeless quality. It harkens back to the early days of photography and can evoke a sense of nostalgia. This connection to the past can trigger a flood of emotions and memories, even in viewers who have no personal connection to the subject matter.

3. Highlighting Contrast and Texture: Without color, black and white images emphasize contrast and texture. Deep blacks and bright whites create strong visual elements that can add drama and intensity to a photograph. This heightened contrast can amplify the emotional impact of an image.

4. Focus on Composition: When color is removed from the equation, composition takes center stage. The arrangement of elements within the frame becomes more apparent and crucial. This emphasis on composition can lead to more thought-provoking and emotionally resonant photographs.

5. Universality of Experience: Black and white images often feel more universal. They strip away cultural and temporal associations that specific colors might carry. As a result, viewers from diverse backgrounds can connect with the emotions portrayed in the photograph on a more fundamental level.

6. Evoking Mystery and Ambiguity: The absence of color can create a sense of mystery and ambiguity in a photograph. This invites viewers to interpret and engage with the image on a deeper level, sparking their imagination and emotions.

7. Storytelling with Light: Black and white photography is a masterclass in the use of light. The interplay of light and shadow becomes a powerful storytelling tool, allowing photographers to sculpt the emotional tone of an image through the careful manipulation of lighting conditions.

8. Mood and Atmosphere: Black and white photography excels at setting mood and atmosphere. A foggy landscape, a dimly lit street, or a rainy day scene can all convey a specific emotional atmosphere more vividly without the distraction of color.

9. Focusing on Essence: Stripping away color forces the viewer to focus on the essence of the subject. Whether it's a portrait capturing the subject's personality or a landscape highlighting the raw beauty of nature, black and white photography excels at distilling the emotional core of a moment.

In conclusion, black and white photography has a unique ability to transcend the visual and tap directly into our emotions. By removing color, it offers a canvas for viewers to interpret and connect with the subject matter on a profound level. The simplicity, timelessness, and focus on emotion make black-and-white images a powerful and enduring medium in the world of photography. This is the main reason why I chose black-and-white images for the cover page and portraits.

Also, doesn't black and white look so much cooler?

[kiermasz]

i think there's nothing more counterculture than being a lesbian. there's so much power to take away from men it's astounding how punk and straightforward gay women are just in general in that dyke mindset. just so slay to be a part of that greater hive of female mind. that we have our own beauty standards & certain narrow naiveté when it comes to how fast we can move with one another and how big of a joke it is because we lack said naiveté in other aspects because we're tough as shit at the end of the day but each in different ways. how femmes perform for themselves only and how beautiful it is to strip their reality off men in general. how futches and butches dont perform at all and how we can all still call each other beautiful and inspiring. there's so much to learn from us and the beauty of women is that at the very core we're so caring and empathetic. that's what the world needs. lesbians! lol. idk just saw pamela a love story and i'm just really inspired by what lesbians have accomplished as a community. how women are women at the end of the day & how pamela at the very core wanted to be loved and understood just like any but got pushed around by a bunch of MEN lol. just so beautiful to see her finally bloom 🌸

this world is built and run by men truly at the very core of each issue. to be a dyke & remove yourself from it all is a real legacy to have. to be a woman and not follow directions? wow radical lol.

[itsrhodi]

I don't mean to milk this post, but I was reminded of it recently and I've been thinking about what it actually means. Like, yeah, it's a smidge annoying (I *am* over it, but I still notice it), but it goes beyond the aesthetics. It's significant to the story itself. Like, I think it's very important to be aware that the war machines are war machines and are inherently distinct from and incompatible with humanity.

The Armored Cores and other mechs (particularly the humanoid ACs and autonomous weapons) are imitations of the human form and organic life, but inherently (intentionally) misrepresent what that means. Obviously, they're 10 meters tall and made up of thousands of pounds of metal and can't be compared to an actual living organism. But, they represent the pilots who use them. Hell, they effectively ARE the pilots who use them. We never once see a human face, in any of the games.* The pilots are always hidden from the gazes of the countless they murder for the sake of the corporations. ACs are masks. Masks that most pilots must give up their humanity to don, augmenting their bodies and minds in permanent ways, becoming "Human Plus," giving up their autonomy for the sake of their careers. The point is, Armored Cores only harm people, and they do it while eliminating any and all responsibility.

I don't think I need to say that war is bad. Sanctity of human life, and all that. Armored Core as a franchise already screams that and similar messages, it's not too hard to follow. This is why that in humanizing these weapons in this way, you effectively justify their existence. And by justifying their existence, you inherently remove so much of the context that surrounds them and the significance they actually hold as symbols. Yes, you ignore that they're big cool robots, but you also ignore:

the pilots, the people, their sacrifices

how the pilots feel about their actions

if the pilots feel about their actions

the violence they (are often forced to) commit

the pilots' (and esp. the corporations') responsibility to that violence

the metaphor for that violence and murder as a product under capitalism and

the real-life context surrounding that metaphor.

Don't you see how many layers that strips away? You shirk so much of the point when you humanize these machines because they are intended to explicitly tell you straight to your face, "I am not like you, I do not represent you. I am not something sacred, I am not something to aspire to." And they're being honest with you. This subtext sometimes gets so close to being just, text. And yet we still he/him the super murder weapons

*I'm pretty sure there's a cutscene from, like, AC3 that has a human model, but we still never actually truly see her face. It's just a silhouette.

Major pet peeve of mine that I'm seeing from the armored core community (particularly those new to AC) right now is the gendering of the mechs and robots. A lot of the true bosses in AC6 are autonomous defense weapons. They're machines built for conflict. They have no pilot. The Balteus, the Sea Spider, the Ibis/CEL240 are not he's. When you see one, you're meant to see it as just a machine, because there is NO humanity there. It gang rise up

[2jaeh]

FREAKS THE PREQUEL : TAEYONG X TEN X READER 

genre: smut, humor

warnings: poly themes, alcohol, some drug use, threesome, oral M and F receiving, semi-public, fxm, mxm, just a lot of smut related tags tbh

word count : 11,8 K 

AUTHOR SIN

Everyone had heard of you but where did the story begin ?

This is the prequel to FREAKS (Jaehyun x reader) a story of why the entire campus were almost certain that you Taeyong and Ten were in a poly affair. 

A/N: before anyone asks I will be doing a part two of Freaks w Jaehyun, I needed to get this part out first! Also commissions are open on my fiverr and let me know in my inbox what you think of this series! 

0. Prequel 

1. Freaks pt 1 

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You always wondered what it was like to fit in. Whether people rarely stared, that It didn’t matter what music you listened to or how you dressed as long as you followed the quota you were good. But four months into university made you quickly realise that it wasn’t easy making friends as people made it out to be. Being in the art department, you took notice of a few people that met your requirements but after an exchange or two the conversation fell flat and it would feel like you were back to square one.

You sat your sketchbook down on the wooden table situated at the back of the fine arts classroom and slumped into the chair waiting for class to begin. Your eyes watched every person that sauntered through those indigo doors. Hippies, wannabe tattoo artists, rich kids who took art just to prove they’re cultured, and the ones who weren’t worth remembering.

“Today we will explore life drawings so pull out the items I asked you to collect and partner up with the person seated next to you” your lecturer clapped his hands as the classroom filled with shuffling of seats and small greetings.

You turned to your left and noticed a black haired boy with a mullet cut passed out on the desk. You had seen him at a few parties but you’ve only exchanged less than a sentence with him.

Grabbing your pencil you poked his exposed arm until he groaned and stretched his arms out in front of him yawning, “Are we done already ?”

“We just started, and were partners” you faked a smile and shifted your desk closer to him.

“Oh shit sorry, you’re y/n right ?” He asked, his voice was soft and friendly. His cat-like eyes blinked cutely as he adjusted his loose shirt and turned his body to face you, “you were at Jungwoo’s party last week.”

“Oh yeah I was” you chuckled scratching the back of your head, “You…are Ten Lee, I remember your strip club design project. It was pretty awesome”

Ten’s eyes lit up at your words and you felt a sense of warmth emanating from him. It felt genuine unlike most people on this campus and you couldn’t believe it took you this long to even talk to him.

“I tend to see how far I can go before the faculty calls my parents in” he snickered and began pulling out his drawing equipment from his overly decorated tote bag. You mimicked his actions and in turn pulled out the items your lecturer had asked you to collect. Personal trinkets he said, three items that you think represented you.

You looked around at the nearby desks and noticed a lot of the same items placed on everyone's desk. Candles, AirPods, tea boxes, vinyls and anything else you would find on ‘art hoe Tumblr 101’. You annoyingly rolled your eyes as you looked down at your own equipment.

A rusty old key you had found in your room, the cigarette butt of the last one you smoked since you’d quit, and of course the grand finale, an anime figurine of a woman with boobs bigger than her head. Perfect.

“Hentai is…..your identifier ?” Ten stifled his laughter as he grabbed the figurine from your desk and closely examined her clothing, or lack thereof.

“I actually stole that from the store my ex worked at but yeah we can go with that, what is yours ?”

You watched Ten remove the items from his bag and your eyes widened at one item in particular, “dude is that a vibrator ?” You questioned and Ten grinned, holding up the palm sized gadget and switched it on briefly before turning it off and flinging it on his desk, “yeah I identify strongly with it” he shrugged.

“How exactly?” You quizzed him as the boy, still poker faced, played with the rings on his fingers.

“Vibrators pleasure people, and I do the same, there's no lore to it y/n”

“Good to know I guess” you pressed your lips together and you felt Ten tug on your arm until his lips were against your ear,

“You wanna skip and try it out in the bathroom ?”

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You had no idea what the fuck was going on but within minutes you and Ten were walking down the hall to the nearest bathroom after he explained to the lecturer that the two of you had to hand in a business assignment a couple doors down. Ten pulled you into the girls bathroom and looked under each stall until he realised you two were the only ones in here.

“What the fuck is happening right now” you walked hand in hand with him into the last stall and leaned against the cold tiled wall.

“You about to get one of the best orgasms ever that's what” Ten bit down on his lip cheekily and found the slit of your floral skirt and pushed it to the side, revealing your black laced panties on full display for him.

As Ten’s fingers slowly began making its way to your core you smacked his hand, causing him to look up with wide eyes, “What ?”

“At least kiss me first, how am I supposed to get in the…mood?” Ten chuckled at your words and raised his hands amusingly, “Okay Okay I didn’t think this would be a whole ordeal”

You rolled your eyes and pulled Ten by his neck into a deep kiss that actually surprised the both of you. Each side was filled with lust as your tongue moved against his and fought for dominance. Ten pressed his body against you roughly, earning a moan from both of you once you felt your bodies connect in the most passionate way. Kissing him was different, It completely changed the way you looked and felt about him. He went from being the cute cat boy in your class to probably one of the sexiest people you had ever met. Ten roughly bit your lip and smirked into the kiss when he felt your nails dig into his shoulder. He quickly used the opportunity to slip his hands in-between your legs which you politely parted for him and ran a finger over your core.

“Oh shit” you breathed against his lips as he moved the material out of the way and slipped his finger inside with ease. His finger moved slowly in and out of you while his lips were still attached to yours not missing a second of that mouth-watering kiss. You had no idea when his finger was replaced with the vibrator but the sensation made you break away from the kiss and throw your head back in ecstasy, not knowing when was the last time you even felt like this. The combination of Ten’s wet kisses on your neck and the vibrator completely destroying you, it was happening. The orgasm of the fucking century was approaching. You would like to believe that you were only at your breaking point because you hadn’t hooked up with anyone in a while not because Ten was this good. But he was. He was fucking amazing and this was just a taste, just an introduction to him.

Ten increased the speed of the vibrator until your legs were shaking and clasped his hand over your mouth to prevent the whole department from hearing you coming undone.

“Fuck..” You sighed, holding onto his shoulders for support as you tried catching your breath, “yeah the whole pleasure analogy between you and the vibrator….I get it.”

“Glad to be of service” Ten stuck his tongue in his cheek and began neatening his outfit before hooking arms with you and walking out of the bathroom. You already had no intention of going back to class anytime soon so the two of you ended up wandering the halls of the pristine campus, hoping the day would pass away.

“Y/n” you heard a voice call from behind you, not your favourite voice in the world.

“Fuck” you sighed and turned around, watching the tall black haired man make his way over to you. You watched a cocky smile spread across his face as he came over, his tall frame standing over you and Ten.

“What do you want Jinyoung ?” you asked, raising your eyebrow at him and folded your arms.

The boy bit down on his lip and moved his hair out of his face, “I just came to say hi y/n do you have to be so rude ?” He scoffed and raised his eyebrow at Ten, “got a new boy toy ?”

“What Ten and I do is honestly none of your business” you responded coldly, Ten immediately putting two and two together and stifled a laughter before smiling up at Jinyoung,

“Oh you’re the ex boyfriend ? Is this the one who finishes in 10 seconds ?” Tens words caught you off guard causing you to let out a chuckle and Jinyoung to shift uncomfortably in his spot. He tried his best to stay composed but his red ears told a different story.

“That’s probably someone else, you know she’s been around the block” he licked his lips and folded his arms across his chest.

“Anyway do you want something ? We gotta go back to class” you rolled your eyes and rested your head on Tens shoulder.

“Come out with me tonight, you know I always get guestlist to varsity parties” Jinyoung said and Ten waved his hand in front of his face startling Jinyoung, “I have plans with her, so maybe next time” Ten pulled you down the hall before Jinyoung could get in another word. You couldn’t help but turn back and take in his dumbstruck frame as the two of you furthered away from him and headed back to class.

“We have plans ?” You asked as the two of you slipped back into your seats and Ten propped his legs up on the table and leaned back,

“Yeah there’s a party at that guy Wooyoung's place tonight and we’re going” Ten stretched his arms above his head, “wear something sexy so I’m not standing out.”

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Of Course listening to Tens words and knowing the kind of closet you were working with it wasn’t that hard to not stand out. You opted for a cute little baby blue mini dress that was tight enough to show off your curves and a pair of holographic combat boots. Your favourite part was always getting to match your eye make up to your outfit. Drawing on an intricate design that accentuated your big round eyes almost made you doll-like.

You retrieved your phone and noticed you received a text from Ten, who had already updated an outfit pic on story. A very low buttoned down black shirt and black shiny pants that had a fucking garter around his leg ?

Yeah he was hot and the both of you knew it.

You grabbed the last of your things and made your way downstairs to Ten who was waiting at the dorm house entrance. Unconsciously biting on your lip you were welcomed by his slender figure posted up against the fence with a cigarette hanging from his mouth. He looked straight out of a movie.

“God finally….holy shit you look hot!” He whistled and pulled you into a tight hug before pulling you into a kiss and grabbed your waist. The kiss was indeed surprising even though earlier that day he was practically fucking your brains out.

His lips were soft and sweet, laced with a hint of the menthol cigarette from earlier. Ten finally pulled away and he gave your ass a cheeky squeeze before handing you his half burnt cigarette,

“Let’s have a wild fucking night then shall we ?”

Taking the cigarette from him you took a drag and blew the smoke up into the air forgetting about your sobriety and watched it disappear in the night sky, “let’s go.”

The night was cold but quite a few people were all over the residence roads, making their way to various parties or down to the bars where the rowdiness had already begun.

“Shit I really should’ve brought something to pre drink” Ten sighed and pulled out his phone.

“Who are you texting ?” You asked, trying to match his quick footsteps as yall began nearing the busy part of the street.

“Yuta, you know that tattoo guy ? He always has a bottle on him” Ten explained as you followed him into a narrow corner and saw a group of people gathered at the steps of the building.   You noticed a few people from your department hanging around but the most noticeable person was in fact Yuta Nakamoto. His long black hair, pierced ears and tatted up body was hard to miss. You got a tattoo from him once and it almost ended with him making out with you on his work desk.

But that was a story both of you agreed to forget.

“Ten and y/n, weird combination but I’m not really surprised, what’s up ?” Yuta grinned and handed Ten the bottle of vodka while pulling you into a quick hug.

“Yeah it’s called matching each other’s energy” Ten winked at you and took a shot of vodka straight out of the bottle before handing it to you. You eyed the clear bottle up and down knowing your kidneys were screaming at you right now but fuck you hated walking into a party without a slight buzz going. You took the bottle and took a shot before wincing at the bitter taste and the fiery sensation that was now running down your throat. “You ready ?” Ten grinned holding out his hand and you placed your hand in his, nodding a thank you to Yuta and his friends before entering the chaotic party.

There were people of all kinds inside. Some from your department, some from God knows where. All you could see were lingering eyes on you and Ten as you stepped inside. Some people made it obvious that they were staring, hoping that maybe you’d strike up a conversation with them. Others just peeked and gossiped amongst their friends as they stared at the outfits that you and Ten adorned.

“What else do you expect from people who sleep around with drug dealers” you and Ten overheard a girl say as the two of you made your way over the kitchen for drinks.

“Drug Dealers ? Geez that’s the first” Ten scoffed and sifted for a cider in the cooler.

“None of that bothers you does it ?” You smiled, intrigued as the cat-eyed boy barely noticed a few people checking him out from behind the counter.

Ten handed you a drink and leaned up against the counter taking a sip of the cold liquid before shrugging,

“Why should I let it bother me ? It’s not like their lives are interesting that I want to fit in with them, I mean their lives revolve around talking shit about me” Ten giggled and took another sip of his drink.

His confidence was extremely attractive and his words resonated with you. It made you wonder if maybe you thought too much about it at times even though you didn’t care to conform to society norms of an average varsity student. Hanging out with Ten for just one day already gave you more life, more energy than anyone prior in your university. Ten wasn’t hesitant to show you that he felt the same way either. To him it was fate that he had sat next to you earlier today because he finally found someone worth keeping his attention.

“There’s something about you y/n I just feel like we get each other” he scratched his head and looked over at you, “it’s so easy just hanging out with you without feeling so fucking drained.”

“I feel the exact same way, like don’t get me wrong I like hanging out with the likes of Yuta and that guy Hendery in our class, but it’s different with you”  You grabbed Tens hand and he squeezed your hand tightly,

“Here’s to tolerating only each other.”

You and Ten toasted and downed the last of the cider before heading to the dance floor filled with people who either despised you or wanted to be you.

As the two of you danced it felt like the room was moving in slow motion, the mixture of the smoke filled room to the loud music and alcohol in your system made you feel euphoric. As you danced the night away, you had no idea when you and Ten had separated on the dance floor but a sudden tug on your arm snapped you out of your daydream to face a harsh reality.

Jinyoung.

“Please leave me alone” you groaned as he wrapped his arms around your waist and placed his mouth against your ear,

“Baby I’m sorry when are we going to put all that shit behind us ?” He groaned, slipping his hands to your sides and squeezed gently.

“You cheated on me asshole did you forget ?” You shrugged out of his grip and pushed by the bodies of people trying to make your way to the backyard for fresh air.

The small garden was filled with people having intimate conversations and someone throwing up in a bush at the back. Normal house party shenanigans.

You rolled your eyes when you noticed Jinyoung had followed you out already trying to put his hands on you once again. “Would you stop ? Why don’t you run after the girl you had in your bed when we were together” you spat and headed for a bench.

“You know what, keep resisting, that’s why your ass is sitting here alone” Jinyoung retorted and pushed his way back into the party.

You groaned and sat on the empty seat far away from the party, finally able to hear yourself think and breath in fresh air. You were about to slip back into a calmer state when you felt someone drop in the seat next to you and as your thoughts expected it was Jinyoung, it ended up being a boy you had never seen before.

“Hi, sorry I didn’t mean to startle you” the boy said, his big round eyes sparkled under the night sky. His body was petite like Ten but he was broader in the shoulder department and had the most innocent face you’d ever seen.

“Oh it’s not a problem” you replied, still taking in his striking features. The boy brought a small metal flask to his lips and took a shot before offering the drink to you,

“It’s tequila” he smiled and you mouthed a thank you before shooting back a bit of the drink and handed it back to him.

“I’m y/n….I haven’t seen you around before” you quizzed as the boy set down his flask and ran his fingers through his blonde hair.

“I’m Taeyong, I’m actually new here” he replied and wet his lips with his tongue, “I’ll start in the art and design department on Monday.”

“I’m in that department, well welcome to hell” you grinned and held out your hand. Taeyong grinned and took your hand in his and gave you a firm handshake before scooting closer. As much as you convinced yourself he had the most adorable and innocent face you’d ever seen, there was a hint of mischief in his eyes.

“I just came here to get drunk and get laid but like everyone’s looking at me weird” Taeyong goofily laughed and you joined in, “can’t help you there, I’ve been in that position for a few months now” Taeyongs eyebrows raised at your words and jumped to his feet, holding out his hand for you to take,

“We both have nothing better to do so let’s get wasted.”

You and Taeyong set up a couple shots and downed everything in one go, not bothering about anyone around you or what they had to say. Taeyong was hilarious, his face was animated as he talked which made you laugh, something about him drew you in like a moth to a flame.

The two of you went from casual talk to dancing together and you didn’t mind the closeness, especially when he danced so fucking well against your body. You had no idea when it happened but Taeyong had spun you to face him while the two of you danced and your bodies were practically merged together as Taeyongs lips inched closer and closer until you felt him practically getting dragged away.

“Yo what the fuck man” Taeyong shouted as Jinyoung had a fist full of Taeyongs shirt and escorted him outside. A few people pushed past you to see the commotion before you processed what the hell had just happened.

Making your way through the curious crowd you watched as Taeyong and Jinyoung squared up in the middle of the garden for everyone to see.

“What the hell are you doing with my girl, man ?” Jinyoung shoved Taeyong who stumbled back, the alcohol not helping his balance in any way. You rushed toward them as Taeyong found his footing and pushed Jinyoung right back, he was definitely way stronger than he looked.

“Jinyoung I’m not your girl you moron” you snapped and tried to stand in front of Taeyong before things got any worse.

Jinyoung scoffed and took a step forward, challenging you but you stood your ground even though your head was spinning from the amount of alcohol in your system.

“You’re defending this nobody ? Y/n you’ve really hit rock bottom now haven’t you ?” Jinyoung said, loud enough for every person to hear. This was one of his traits that you hated most.

Gaslighting.

When Jinyoung knew he had lost you it resulted in insults, manipulation, making you feel like you needed him more than he needed you. But it never worked and it drove him insane.

“Hey it’s not her fault she decided to drop the dead weight in her life” Taeyong shrugged and took a step forward, “don’t worry I’ll make sure she gets satisfied in any way she wants.”

Before you could even respond Jinyoung swung at Taeyong, hitting him right in the jaw before two other men stepped in and held him back. You rushed over to check on Taeyong who instead of showing signs of anger or pain, was laughing.

Laughing with a bruise on the side of his jaw, unphased by what had just happened. Jinyoung muttered curses as the guys dragged him away from the garden and the crowds of people finally dispersed, unsatisfied with the lackluster of the fight.

“Are you okay ?” You sighed helping him up and took him to the side of the house where it was more secluded from the public. You shone your phone light to get a better look at his bruise and Taeyong winced at both the sudden light and the throb from the hit.

“I’m fine I’m fine, it’s really okay” he chuckled and leaned against the wall pulling you with until you were inches away from his face.

You had no idea why, especially considering you just saw him get hit in the face, you leaned in to kiss him. Whether it be the alcohol or the adrenaline from the fight you just found Taeyong to be so goddamn hot in this moment. Taeyong moaned into the kiss as he slipped his tongue into your mouth and massaged circles on your lower back. Your lips moved against his slowly and passionately, smirking into the kiss when he bit down on your lip cheekily.

“God there you are”

Your kiss quickly broke when you heard the high tone of Tens voice and he made his way over to you and Taeyong.

“What the hell happened, I heard that idiot Jinyoung was harassing you again and-“ Tens eyes turned to Taeyong against the wall and pointed to him with his index finger, “who the heck is this ?”

“Uh this is Taeyong, he helped me with the Jinyoung issue” you scratched your head and Taeyong half waved at Ten before clutching his jaw.

“Uhm okay” Ten pressed his lips together, “let’s go back to my dorm I’ve had enough of these Neanderthals...Taeyong you can come too.”

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The three of you finally arrived at Ten’s dorm in silence. You and Taeyong shifted awkwardly in the middle of Ten’s bedroom, not knowing exactly what to do. Looking around you noticed Ten had an eye for interior design. His furniture was quite outlandish for a dorm room yet it was surprisingly homey.

“God please sit or do something you guys are making me uncomfortable” Ten groaned, kicking off his boots and discarding his shirt. Taeyong opted for the office chair near Ten’s desk and you took a seat at the very edge of Ten’s single sleeper while he lay on his back next to you on his phone.

“You guys like sushi ? I'm feeling for sushi” Ten hummed scrolling through a food ordering app completely oblivious to the awkwardness that still sat in the room.

“Sushis good” you nodded,

“Yeah I don't mind either” Taeyong added but winced when he felt the sharp, still very prominent pain in his jaw.

“Ten you got an ice pack or something ?” You sighed, jumping off the bed and rummaged through Ten’s mini fridge. “Yeah right at the back” Ten replied, still trying to place his order for the late night meal. You retrieved the ice pack and knelt down in front of Taeyong who smiled shyly as you placed the ice pack over his swollen jaw. Taeyong silently thanked you for your kindness and applied pressure to his jaw as you decided to take a seat beside his chair, to make him feel a little more comfortable in your friends bedroom.

“Okay” Ten threw his phone aside and sat up to look at the two of you with inquisitive eyes,” yall gonna tell me what happened here ?”

“Well I lost you on the dancefloor and Jinyoung found me” you began, Ten already rolling his eyes at the sound of Jinyoung’s name,

“I went outside and Taeyong approached me, he’s going to be starting at our department on Monday and he didn't know anybody, so I offered my friendship in a form of alcohol and having a good time” you smiled and Ten scoffed.

“Jinyoung saw you guys just drinking and decided to rearrange his face ?” Ten raised his eyebrow, he definitely knew there was more to it considering the two of you were sucking each other's faces off in a dark alley.

“Okay so we were quite close, and honestly does Jinyoung need any other reason ? He wanted to punch you this morning” you groaned.

“Yeah but I was literally fucking you in a bathroom stall with my vibrator y/n”

Taeyong’s eyes widened at Ten’s words and looked between the two of you frantically, “Wait you guys are together, I mean hooking up ? Why did you kiss me ?” he questioned while Ten just laughed it off and turned on his bluetooth speaker.

“Chill, we're not together you can have a little relationship if you want to” Ten smirked, stretching his arms above his head, “honestly if you wanna hook up now I like watching.”

“God shut up, and none of us want a relationship. We just got there to have fun and Jinyoung ruined everything” you groaned, leaning your head back against Taeyong’s leg as he finally returned to tend to his bruise.

“All this aside do you guys mind if I hang out with you ? you’re honestly the only fucking normal people on this campus” Taeyong pouted and you and Ten shared a quick glance before grinning from ear to ear.

“Okay he’s cute I get it” Ten sighed and held out his hand to Taeyong, “I'm Ten, y/n and I only started hanging out this morning, neither of us have close friends on campus and frankly everyone finds us annoying, welcome to the club.”

Taeyong smiled cutely and shook Ten’s hand, setting down his ice pack and got to his feet, “Well i'm Taeyong, I too don't give a shit what people have to say about me, I like doing whatever I want with whomever I want and I'm pretty sure after tonight people aren't gonna like me either, so I guess i'm in.”

Before you could even say your part to this little club initiation your phone began to blow up with message alerts and story updates from practically everyone on campus tagging you in a specific video.

“What the hell is going on ?” you frowned as you opened instagram and noticed that the account that everyone was tagging you in was a burner account with a few videos and two pictures. Ten and Taeyong stood on either side of you as you opened up the first video and noticed that it was taken in the hallway earlier that day with you and Ten linking arms. The second video was at the party, you and Ten dancing with each other and the video cutting to you and Taeyong dancing together. The last video on the account was a blurry video of you and Taeyong making out and Ten walking in, with the ending obviously being the three of you leaving together.

“Why is this account posting videos of us ?” Taeyong asked, noticing that he too was tagged by people who he didn't know at all. Ten pulled up the account on his own phone when the account refreshed and a new post appeared, this time it was text only.

“It's probably Jinyoung I’ll just call him and-”  You were cut off by Ten grabbing your phone and tossing it on his bed, “dude what the hell ?” you protested but Ten silenced you with his finger.

“This is garbage right ? like what do our lives and how we live it got anything to do with any of these assholes ?” Ten bit down on his lip and looked between you and Taeyong, “They are so obsessed with us, wondering if the three of us are fucking right now ? really ? well let's give it to them.”

“You want the three of us to fuck ?” Taeyong quirked his eyebrow, his large eyes still hazy from the party.

“I want them to believe we are!” Ten grabbed Taeyong by his shoulders and looked back at you, “any publicity is good publicity. We get to be ourselves and we get to piss people off for free.”

“Would be pretty funny to see all of this blow up in Jinyoung's face honestly” you agreed, and Ten’s face lit up before moving his attention back to Taeyong, “What do you say pretty boy ?” Taeyong scratched his head and shrugged, “All this pretending and I don't get any action here ? doesn't feel like a win at all” You tried to hold in your laughter as Ten groaned at the blonde boy’s words and held his face between his hands before pulling him into a kiss, you watched Taeyong’s tense shoulders finally drop as he leaned more into the kiss and wrapped his hands lightly around Ten’s waist.

Ten pulled away and swiped Taeyong’s lips with his thumb, smiling at the doe-eyed boy, “we will have to make it convincing right ?”

“Okay im in” Taeyong smiled brightly and the three of you held hands in the middle of the bedroom, sharing mischievous glances with each other, anticipating the fucking whirlwind of chaos that was about to hit the campus.

“Good, well I guess the only thing left to do is upload our first post of the official poly club” Ten smirked and pulled the both of you onto his bed. Ten sat in between you and Taeyong and turned on the video mode of instagram stories. First he showed his face then turned to you, pulling you into a soft sensual kiss before moving to Taeyong next to him and did the same. After breaking the kiss with Taeyong, Ten nudged you to move over to the other side of him, putting you right onto Taeyongs lap. Ten focused on the two of you as you lifted Taeyong’s chin with your index finger and bit down on his lip, slightly pulling, teasing him as he brought his hand up to wrap around your neck. Ten zoomed in as you and Taeyong shared a very scandalous kiss for everyone to see. Your tongues darting in each other's mouth while the music drowned out your subtle moans.

“Done!” Ten chirped and uploaded his story, making sure to tag the burner account in every single clip. There was no going back now and every moment of this escapade excited you. The comfort you felt around Ten and Taeyong was something that you’d been craving for a long time. As cheesy as it was to say, and especially since it was only Day One, they felt like your soulmates.

“Man I fucking love this campus” Taeyong threw his head back and groaned while you and Ten burst out laughing.

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Monday quickly approached and as soon as you and Ten stepped on campus all eyes were on you. It gave you an incredible sense of confidence and you had no idea why. Heads turned with every step, everyone was whispering as the two of you walked hand in hand through the hallway keeping your head up high and not giving a shit about anyone. Taeyong was waiting for you guys at the end of the hall, adorning a buttoned down printed shirt and ripped jeans that snatched his waist in the right way. Taeyong was leaning against the wall with a lollipop in his mouth and dark sunglasses while everyone who passed him did a double take.

“Hey babes” he smirked and placed a kiss on your cheek and Tens before joining your walk towards your first class for the day.

It was so surreal going from everyone ignoring your existence to every single person watching the three of you, anticipating what was going to happen next. You found your seats in the middle of the lecture, giving everyone the best possible view of course. The professor cleared his throat to get everyone's attention and Ten tried to stifle a laughter as the people who stated they didn't give a shit about you guys clearly paid a lot of attention now.

“Give them a show bestie” Ten whispered in your ear before gesturing to Taeyong who sat on the other side of you, slumped down in his seat with his legs spread apart deliciously. You nodded and slowly reached over to Taeyong, caressing his thigh and he bit down on his lip while keeping his eyes on the lecture slides in front of him. You noticed two guys shuffling behind you and one pulled out his phone, waiting to record the next escapade of the campus’s new favourite stars.

You danced your fingers up Taeyong’s thigh and inched closer to rest your hand on his crotch as his breathing hitched. Leaning forward you made your movements less suspicious to the professor and everyone around you except the camera that was now focusing on your actions. Taeyong sunk further in the chair awaiting for you to quit teasing him and touch him where he needed you most. You obliged to his needs and palmed him through his jeans and you heard the guy behind you curse under his breath as you began rubbing Taeyong’s member. It felt so fucking powerful to do whatever you wanted after being so cautious on this campus for so long. The ironic part was all that shit about you being notorious on campus was a fucking lie. No you weren't a saint but you were not sleeping around every other day since you hated about 90% of the people that attended the university. Now with that burner account claiming to know more about your sex life than you did, what was holding you back now from doing what you wanted ?

Taeyong undid the button on his jeans and pulled down his zip enough for you to slip your hands inside his pants with ease. A gasp from Ten made a shiver run down your spine, coming to your senses that you were giving Taeyong a handjob in the middle of a 10am lecture.

“Shit he's walking up” you chuckled and pulled your hand out of Taeyong’s pants and quickly pretended to be involved in your studies as the professor began walking around the room. Taeyong groaned loud enough for most of the front row to turn around and look at him in annoyance.

“Is something wrong Mr Lee ?” The professor raised his eyebrow as Taeyong quickly redid his pants and hid his prominent boner from his professor.

“One of the questions is a little….hard” Taeyong groaned while you and Ten covered your mouths trying to hide your laughter.

The professor shook his head and went on his way as you and Ten watched Taeyong struggle with his boner for the next thirty minutes of the class. Finally the lecture wrapped up and as soon as the three of you made your way to the hallway you felt Taeyong tug on your arm and began leading you into the girls bathroom, into the nearest stall. A few girls in the bathroom frowned at Ten sauntering into the bathroom straight after, setting down his bag on the counter and began fiddling with his hair.

“Uh this is the girls bathroom ?” a girl snapped, folding her arms and made eye contact with Ten through the mirror.

“So what ? I saw a vag before love, and just because i'm a guy doesn't mean I want yours” Ten shrugged and the girl cursed and stormed out of the bathroom. Meanwhile your mouth was practically merged with Taeyong’s as he pressed his still very hard member against your stomach and nibbled on your bottom lip.

“Was giving me blue balls for thirty minutes worth all of that ?” Taeyong growled as he grabbed your ass roughly, causing you to moan in his mouth. “I'm sorry baby let me make it up to you” you purred and dropped to your knees while Taeyong braced himself against the ceramic wall for what’s to come.

You undid Taeyongs jeans and pulled it down along with his boxers, allowing his member to spring free still hard as ever. You looked up at him, eyes big as you began stroking him slowly before spitting on his tip in order to lubricate him.

“Fucking hell” Taeyong yelled.

A girl on the outside jumped at his words and looked back at the stall then looked at Ten, who was just waiting on the two of you.

“Exam season huh ?” Ten pressed his lips together as the awkward girl quickly dried her hands and rushed out of the bathroom as soon as possible.

You began bobbing your head on Taeyongs member, fully taking him until he reached the back of your throat causing you to gag. Taeyong marveled at the way your plump lips wrapped around his tip, he couldn't help but grab your hair and slowly pull you off him just to take in the sight of your messed up lipstick. You gave him a cheeky smirk before locking your hands behind your back and giving him full control of his movements. Taeyong took full control, his dark eyes narrowed and he sucked his bottom lip between his teeth before thrusting inside of you at a rapid pace. You felt your throat burn at the way he fucked your mouth rapidly but it turned you on so much that you waited until he finally came inside your mouth and you swallowed every bit of him. Taeyong pulled you to your feet and kissed you passionately, his tongue tasting remnants of himself.

“Thanks baby” Taeyong cooed in your ear before exiting the stall, stuffing himself back into his pants while a few girls looked at him absolutely horrified. You followed him, neatening your hair and washing off your mouth and borrowed a lip balm from Ten.

“Had fun you two ?” Ten smirked, leaning against the sink as you and Taeyong made yourself a little more presentable before making your way out of the bathroom. Upon exiting the three of you  noticed the two guys who were filming in the lecture room quickly run after you.

“Don't we get the ending to what went down in the lecture room ?” the one boy snickered like an immature school child as his friend kept the camera on the three of you making your way out of the art department block,

“She swallowed, the end” Taeyong threw his arms around both you and Ten leaving both boys dumbstruck at his words.

You playfully nudged Taeyong who just shot you a cheeky smile as you made your way to a little bench under a willow tree. This was where you usually sat on your own, when you didn't have the energy to socialize with the rest of the art students. Now, it felt a little more complete with Ten and Taeyong accompanying you.

“So my lovelies there's this afterparty happening after the final football game of the season next month” Ten said twirling his ice coffee in his hand as he took in the afternoon sun.

“What do you have in mind ?” you crinkled your nose as you sifted through your unappetizing salad in a box.  

“Okay so you guys heard of Onlyfans right ?” Ten looked between you and Taeyong.

“That site that pays for nudes and shit ?” Taeyong quizzed and Ten nodded brightly and leaned in, “I was thinking let's capitalize a bit of this leading up to the party” Ten responded and pulled up an invitation on his phone,

“The afterparty is being held at Jinyoung’s frat house, him and his idiotic friends are making people pay in order to decorate their football recreational room or some stupid shit like that.”

You took a closer look at the invite and rolled your eyes at the ridiculous pricing, as if their parties were worth going to anyway. Jinyoung was incredibly full of himself and he knew a lot of people worshipped him on campus thanks to his parents being higher ups and the poster boy for the football team. Going for his pride, knocking him where it hurts would be fucking bliss.

“We open an onlyfans, nothing too scandalous but it's gonna get people interested enough to pay forward and we use that cash to host our own party on the same night, free entrance of course” Ten continued and already started setting up the OnlyFans account.

“We should make the party crazy as hell too so nobody would resist coming over” Taeyong added and began going through his contacts, “there's this guy called Seungyoun, he’s a fourth year and knows that DJ from that enigma club from downtown.”

“That's perfect, and we will get Yuta and his tattooist buddies to do temporary sets for us, also my friend Chaeyoung in fashion can help with decor” Ten squealed, already messaging whoever he can.

“My friend Hendery has...uh happy pills if you're interested” you mentioned, knowing that everyone knew Hendery on campus for selling shit, not strong stuff but able to keep you going for a good amount of time.

“Yes! Anything to create hype and watch those preppy idiots sit in an empty house come game night” Ten replied and showed off the OnlyFans page he attached to his instagram account.

“Okay, so what now ?” Taeyong’s large eyes looked between the two of you.

“Now” Ten threw his phone in his bag and got to his feet, “we go back to my dorm and take some naughty pics.”

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“I don't think my ass looks good in that” you whined as you got off Taeyong’s lap and took a look at Ten’s camera viewfinder. Taeyong grumbled, sitting in nothing but leather pants on Ten’s office chair, “your ass looks great trust me” he smirked and reached to pull you back onto his lap.

“Come on, just a few more then you can take pics of Taeyong and I” Ten pointed his ring light where Taeyong had a grip on your ass that adorned very pretty pink lingerie. After a few more angles and more compromising positions, Ten finally got what he needed and handed you the camera,

“Make us look cute” He winked and pulled Taeyong to his feet.

“What are we gonna-” Taeyong’s words were cut off by Ten shoving his hand down his pants, “okaaaay” Taeyong pressed his lips together as you began snapping pics of the two of them.

They were so beautiful to you. Every picture you snapped looked better than the last and they needed no direction at all, just enveloped each other with their ridiculous sexual energy, filling the room with their pheromones.

“Done, you guys look sexy as fuck” you purred earning a kiss from Taeyong who was obviously horny from the entire ordeal, but when the fuck was his dick not hard.

You felt yourself being tugged away and Taeyong whined when Ten handed the camera to him and pushed you down to lie on his bed. You felt a shiver run down your spine when Ten positioned himself between your legs and moved his body down until his face was level with your core.

“Taeyong, stand above y/n and shoot down from this angle” Ten instructed to which Taeyong obeyed and his shadow casted over you.

Ten leaned in and kissed you softly on your mound as the room echoed with the camera shutters and your deep breaths. You desperately wanted to run your fingers through his hair but you’d only ruin a perfect shot. It was agonizing but you had to stay still while Ten had his way with you.

Ten moved the piece of fabric to the side and peppered kisses all along your inner thigh and around your core. You were unable to see his face thanks to Taeyong hovering over you but you pictured that smug smile spread across his face as you restrained yourself. You sucked in another deep breath when you felt his tongue dart out and take a slow lick before placing his mouth on your mound and ate you out like an expert.

“Fucking hell” you sighed as you felt his tongue inside you, exploring every part imaginable. You could tell the scene was getting to Taeyong too, as he stood there one hand on the camera and the other hand on his hardened member, watching Ten eat you out.

“Did you get the shots ?” Ten suddenly said, pulling away from your core as you squirmed out of protest.

“Uh..yeah I did,” Taeyong muttered, still staring down at your legs spread wide apart and his member practically screaming through his restricted pants.

“I hope you're not planning to wrap this shit up right now Ten” you groaned, reaching your hand down to your core in order to finish what he had left off.

Ten snickered and slapped your hand away, “of course my lovelies, I never quit a job halfway.” Ten gestured for Taeyong to stand next to the bed while he inserted a finger in you, causing you to moan his name out loud. As you got accustomed to his finger you managed to sit up a little and watched as Ten rubbed Taeyong’s boner through his pants. God you had never been in a situation like this before. How the hell did you get so lucky, meeting two men willing to fuck you and each other.

Ten entered another finger inside you as Taeyong undid his pants and Ten’s mouth was pressed against Taeyong’s member while pumping his length. Taeyong’s eyes were on your figure as he moaned when Ten took him fully in and his fingers were now destroying your core.

“God im so close” Taeyong whined and Ten slowly took his length out of his mouth and looked up at him and then down at you,

“I think you should cum on y/n, she wants it” Ten licked his lips and looked at you with hooded eyes.

“Y-yeah Taeyong….just do it” you squirmed as Ten’s fingers slowed down, holding you back from your orgasm.

Taeyong uttered a few curses and Ten quickly returned to pumping his member until he was at his breaking point. Ten removed his hand from Taeyong and gave you his full attention, attaching both his mouth and three of his fingers inside of your core. Taeyong stood over you with dark eyes as you reached out to run your hand down his exposed thigh.

Taeyong grunted as he released, you felt the warm liquid all over your stomach and breasts while Ten was still recklessly fingering you until you had one of the craziest orgasms of your life. You couldn't process when Taeyong had pressed his lips to yours and Ten had left to get tissues for the mess the three of you made.

“That was some content our viewers missed out on” Taeyong sighed, still trying to catch his breath. You chuckled and went over to the bathroom to quickly shower off the mess and returned in Ten’s oversized shirt, taking a seat between the two of them in bed.

“Okay I uploaded a few previews and linked the onlyfans subscription link” Ten announced as he uploaded three of the explicit versions on the paid side of Onlyfans, “we will get a notification when someone has subscribed and our earnings are on this page.”

The three of you sat, mouths dropped open as you watched subscription after subscription start to fill the page. The comments were flooding in too, and someone even left a hefty tip in a matter of minutes. Ten switched to the earnings page and the account was already sitting at a triple digit.

“What the actual fuck” you gasped as more people began visiting the page and your followings on instagram began skyrocketing.

“This was way easier than I thought it was” Taeyong marveled, also noticing many people start dming him on instagram.

“Well Jinyoung and his goons wanted a party, well here’s the party of the fucking century” Ten smirked and hi5ed the both of you as absolute chaos ensued all over social media in real time.

Just like that in the next couple of days the three of you were watched by the entire campus. It was like Jinyoung wanted. To show the campus that you were notorious, and nobody should get involved with any of you. But that's where his plan was flawed.

Every single person on the campus besides his legion of preppy followers were obsessed with the three of you and craved more. Despite the onlyfans pictures containing no nudity, people still subscribed, they still tipped, they would do anything to see more.

It was in the middle of the afternoon and Ten had confirmed the account had garnered enough money for the party. It had been about three weeks since the very first post on the onlyfans account and now the account stood at a staggering 850 subscribers, each paying for the monthly subscribed content plus tipping generously from time to time. In the midst of all of this the three of you were also preparing for the party that was going to be held on the big day. Taeil, a friend of Taeyong's, allowed you to use his frat house for the event since it would look good for student rentals later on. Yuta and his friends prepared alcohol and a temporary tattoo station to appease drunk girls to get matching tattoos and frat boys to bet their friends to tattoo a dick on their faces. Chaeyoung, Ten’s friend from fashion completely transformed the house into an instagrammable masterpiece, channeling one of those fancy hollywood parties that nobody could ever get into. Seungyoun, the fourth year who was friends with a lot of musicians and DJs from downtown spread the word on campus radio, letting everyone know about Ten’s huge announcement that was about to happen Tuesday afternoon, 2:30PM.

“Alright you thirsty hoes, I see you all made it” Ten said into a karaoke microphone he found from God knows where. Ten got up on the table in the courtyard, standing in front of a huge crowd of students who quickly gathered ready for the grand announcement that was the talk of the town for the last week now.

“We would just like to say that we're so grateful for all your support on our….craft and in order to honor that, were going to host the best party of the fucking semester” Ten shouted while people cheered from the front all the way to the back of the crowd.

“If you look at the link under Ten’s instagram bio, it should take you to a little preview of what’s in store come saturday” Taeyong explained, leaning into the mic while the crowd murmured in confusion.

“Saturday after the big game ? Isn't Jinyoung having a party that night ?” someone in the crowd said followed by more confused chatter.

“That's right, I am having a party after the game” Jinyoung said, moving through the crowd accompanied by two of his frat members and sneered at the sight of the three of you,

“What ? Are you guys planning an orgy or something for your onlyfans ?”

“If you want to suck my dick all you gotta do is ask Jinyoung” Taeyong mused and a few people giggled while Jinyoung shifted uncomfortably and gritted his teeth.

“Listen, you freaks are not having a party on the same night as me” Jinyoung spat and took a step forward, “save yourself the embarrassment of nobody showing up and cancel it.”

You approached him slowly, chuckling darkly as he watched your fingers dance up his arm and up to his jaw, caressing his cheek, “Sweety are you threatened ? You're afraid everybody is gonna ditch your little frat party and come to mine ?”

Jinyoung tried keeping his cool while you stared up at him, playing with him like a little toy in front of everyone to see.

“Are you afraid if people come over i'm going to hook up with everyone who gives me attention ?” Jinyoung avoided your eyes when you recited the words he wrote about you on that burner account. You smirked up at him when you noticed how he still wasn't man enough to own up to his actions.

“Well, our party is FREE by the way” you continued, stepping away and now addressed the crowd in front of you, “So if you’d rather go over to Jinyoungs then go ahead, but if you wanna come play with us…”

You walked up to Taeyong and gave him a sloppy kiss as he grabbed your ass in front of the entire campus to see, “we will see you Saturday night.” The crowd cheered and Jinyoung growled, taking one more glare at you before storming off with his frat boys away from the cheering crowds.

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It was D day and everyone who helped with the party gathered in the kitchen, drink in hand and took a final glance back at the rager that was mere minutes away from opening up.

“I can't thank you all enough, actually I did, with all that onlyfans money” Ten stuck his tongue out and Seungyoun whistled while everyone clapped.

“No but seriously, thank you guys….revenge never felt sweeter” you smiled and Hendery put his arm around you as you leaned into him, “if nobody shows up well more for us!”

“Cheers, freaks¨" Taeyong yelled and Ten nudging him in his abdomen,

“Really ? I'm pretty sure Jinyoung’s little nickname for us isn't a compliment” Ten rolled his eyes playfully.

“Its a compliment to us, fuck it im a freak and proud of it” Yuta raised his glass, and a few others joined in.

“Fine Freaks club it is, cheers everyone!” Ten raised his glass and everyone clinked glasses before downing their respectful drinks.

It wasn't long before people began pouring in, it wasn't a large number but it was still something. Most people were from the music and arts departments, and you noticed a few girls from your business lecture drop by as well.

“You think the rest all went to Jinyoung ?” You bit down on your lip as you and Ten monitored the crowds of people while having a drink.

“Maybe ? doesn't matter though, our party is way cooler” Ten shrugged and threw back his drink, “but if you really want me to pull one last move hey just say the word.”

You looked over at the black haired boy and frowned while a cheeky smile spread across his face and he pulled out his phone. You watched him text a few paragraphs and slip his phone in his back pocket before returning to his drink.

About 20 minutes later Taeyong emerged from the crowd to join the two of you in the kitchen, a confused look spread across his face.

“What's wrong ?” you quizzed him.

“Some of those basketball guys are here, they brought over like fifty more people” Taeyong pointed to the entrance and you and Ten watched the guys who the campus worshipped next to the football team enter the party, followed by their fangirls and whoever else wished to be in their presence.

“What the heck did you do ?” your eyes widened as the small party now turned into a whole fucking campus rager.

“Oh I told Johnny Suh that I'd give him a lap dance in front of everyone if he came over with his friends” Ten smiled, waving at the tall brown haired boy with a goofy grin spread across his face.

“Johnny Suh ?! as in the captain of the varsity basketball team ?” you were still confused as to how and when Ten had started talking to one of the most popular guys on campus.

“Yes him, now if you would excuse me, I have a deal to seal” you and Taeyong watched Ten down his drink and make his way over to the lounge where Johnny stood excitedly.

Ten spoke to the DJ and the DJ had the crowd clear up the center of the room while everyone exchanged confused glances as to what the hell was about to go down. Ten placed a chair in the middle of the room and pushed Johnny’s large frame down until he was seated, legs apart and that goofy smile never leaving his face. His teammates whistled as Ten used a piece of cloth to cover Johnny’s eyes, and took off his belt in order to retrain his hands behind his back.

“I gotta give it to Ten, he sure knows how to put on a show” Taeyong wrapped his arm around your waist as the two of you watched Ten fuck around with the captain of the basketball team.

The room was filled with flashing lights, everyone recording the moment as Ten gave Johnny the lap dance he was promised. Johnny slumped in the chair allowing Ten to grind into his hips, and you're pretty sure if the music wasn't so goddamn loud the whole campus would've heard Johnny moan in Ten’s touch. Ten ended it off with a cheeky kiss and untied Johnny, whose face was absolutely red as all of his friends cheered them on, all of them attacking him with hi5s.

That definitely sealed the deal, because after a few uploads of the clip, almost everyone was at your party and Jinyoung’s was most likely empty right now. The party was so big that people were on the street, everybody having the time of their life.

“We did it” Ten threw his arms around you and Taeyong as you stood on the balcony, overlooking the party from above.

“Yeah, we really did” you chuckled and sighed deeply, “I wish I could look at Jinyoung’s face right now.”

“Oh you didn't see ?”

You and Ten turned to Taeyong as he pulled out his phone and scrolled through his gallery. You and Ten burst out laughing when a video of Jinyoung sitting in his empty estate with a few of his preppy friends looking absolutely miserable.

“Fuck thats brilliant” you leaned your head on Ten’s shoulder, completely satisfied with how the night turned out.

“Hey you guys wanna go back to my dorm ? I'm kinda over this” Ten yawned and placed a peck on your forehead.

“You wanna leave your own party ?” Taeyong scoffed, shoving his hands in his pocket.

“This” Ten gestured to the three of you, “This is my party, let's take it back to my room.”

You and Taeyong both obliged and without anyone knowing the three of you escaped the party and made your way over to Ten’s dorm room hand in hand. Upon entering Ten threw off his shirt and kicked off his boots and Taeyong did the same, the two boys grabbing alcohol from the mini fridge and set them up on Tens desk.

“Oh by the way I have something” your words had both the boys turn to face you and you held out your hand, holding three small blue pills,

“Hendery gave them to me, Its not that strong and the high will only last for an hour or two but fuck its good way to end the night off right ?”

“I'm in” Taeyong grabbed the pill and handed you a drink, the three of you washed the pill with beer and Ten switched on a playlist before joining you and Taeyong on his bed.

“I know we've only known each other for like 2-3 months now but I fucking love you guys” you sighed, running your hands through your hair and looked between the two boys.

“This group, us, was the best thing that ever happened to me” Taeyong replied, “you two whores mean the world to me.” “Very sentimental Taeyong” Ten chuckled before reaching out to caress your cheek, “I love you too babe, both of you, were soulmates, if like the devil decided to link people together or something.”

The three of you chuckled and the laughter quickly switched to Taeyong rubbing Ten’s thigh and looked over at you with dark eyes. You had no idea if it was the drug, or the alcohol but there was a desperation within you. Grabbing Taeyong’s face, you pulled him into a sloppy kiss, and quickly switched to Ten, giving him the same energy as Taeyong pushed your shirt over your head and sucked on your exposed skin.

Ten unclasped your bra and massaged your breast as Taeyong kissed the other, each boy stimulating you in the best way possible. Taeyong growled and tossed you onto your back, pulling your skirt off and began sharing a passionate kiss with Ten who was already down to his boxers.

Once Taeyong pulled away from Ten he moved on top of you, grabbing you by your throat and rubbed his hips against your core, the friction sending you into a frenzy. Your thoughts were so focused on Taeyong you had no idea when Ten had got on his knees beside you and began kneading your breasts and rubbing his length with his free hand.

“Who do you wanna fuck first ?” Taeyong growled in your ear that made you so wet you had no fucking clue who you wanted, you just needed someone inside of you at this moment.

“I think it's fair if I go first, I've waited long enough” Ten smirked and switched positions with Taeyong who jumped off the bed to get rid of his pants.

You watched Ten’s dark eyes take in your body, and his beautiful body looked so fucking alluring under the dim lighting of his bedroom. Ten rid you of your soaked panties and wasted no time in inserting two fingers in your wetness.

“Baby girl has been waiting for this for a while huh” Ten purred while Taeyong grabbed your jaw, pulling you into a kiss before making you sit up enough for his member to meet your lips. Just as you took Taeyong in your mouth Ten had already replaced his fingers with his member and began thrusting into you at a rapid pace.

“Oh fuck” you groaned as Taeyong guided your movements on his member with a fistful of your hair. All three of you were so in tune with each other, rough when needed to be and delicate straight after.

As Ten fucked you he leaned forward enough for Taeyong to bend down and meet his lips, the two of them sharing a dirty kiss while they fucked you senseless. Ten pulled away from Taeyong and rammed into you until you came all over his member. “Come on open wide” He mewled and pulled you up and shoved his length in your mouth until he came, making you swallow every bit of him.

“Get on top of me” Taeyong demanded and you did as he said, climbing on top of him and sitting on his length. Taeyong let out a groan, finally feeling you around his length and you felt Ten sit behind you, his hands cupping your breasts as you bounced on Taeyongs member.

“You think you can take both of us ?” Ten whispered in your ear and his request somehow made you wetter than you already were. You had only tried it once, but never in a situation like this. You quickly nodded and Ten caressed your body, leaving sweet kisses all over shoulder and neck before jumping off the bed to rummage in his closet.

Taeyong, not knowing or caring what was going on, carried on slamming himself inside of you, his nails digging into your ass as you rode him like a pro.

Ten returned with what you assumed to be a bottle of lube and bent you over slightly, making sure his touches were careful and delicate. Taeyong finally caught on and slowed his pace despite almost being at his orgasm, in order to make the process easier for you.

“If it's too much just let me know” Ten pecked your cheek and inserted a finger inside your ass, the new sensation was odd but extremely satisfying. Ten continued lubing you up while Taeyong stroked your thighs and made sure your body was relaxed in their care.

“I'm ready, just do it, I want to feel both of you already” you whined and both boys cursed at your words, each anticipating this new experience.

Ten inserted himself and gave you a moment to adjust to him and Taeyong, before slowly moving his hips, keeping his touches light.

“Oh God that feels so good” you moaned as Taeyong picked up his pace and the both of them began fucking you at the same time, something you always wished would happen eventually. Ten returned to his roughness and bent you a little more, allowing Taeyong to lean up and capture your lips, his tongue entangling with yours as the new position only got him back to chasing his raging orgasm.

“Fuck im gonna cum” Taeyong groaned, slightly mad that he couldnt hold onto this feeling any longer.

“You wanna cum inside her mouth ?” Ten asked in between his grunts as he felt himself also reaching his second orgasm.

“No I wanna cum in yours” Taeyong replied darkly, and Ten’s thrusts stopped abruptly to look down at Taeyong.

“Well...fuck okay” Ten finally said and pulled out of you, allowing Taeyong to move to the side of the bed while Ten flipped you on your back and inserted himself in your core. Taeyong stood on the bed for Ten to get better access to his length as you screamed Ten’s name who was quite literally destroying your core at this point.

Taeyong yanked on Ten’s hair causing him to slow his thrusts and you watched the delicious sight of Taeyong slipping his length into Ten’s mouth and Ten swallowing every bit of him. It was quite possibly the hottest thing you'd seen in your life. Ten wiped his mouth as Taeyong slowly pulled out of him with a groan he returned to slamming his hips into yours. “I'm so close Ten” you groaned as Ten crouched over you, allowing you to wrap your legs around his waist as he brought both of you to your climax and let out a huge sigh when he finally came undone with you following shortly after.

“How much money do you think we would've made on onlyfans for that ?” Ten breathed as he collapsed in the bed next to you and Taeyong crawled on your naked body, resting his head on your chest as the three of you tried to catch your breath.

“Probably enough to drop out” Taeyong hummed, his eyes drooping as he made himself a little more comfortable.

“Yeah but hey it's time to end the notorious onlyfans account now don't you think ?” your eyes shifted to Ten who nodded at your words and got up and grabbed his phone from his desk,

“Tae-Ten-Y/N onlyfans era has now come to an end, thank you everyone who tuned in” Ten said, falling back into bed and showing the account that was now deactivated.

“Kinda surprised you are willing to end the onlyfans era Ten, this doesn't have anything to do with Johnny Suh now does it ?” Taeyong raised his eyebrow and you also joined in, looking at the black haired boy with curious eyes.

“Maybe,” Ten sighed, rolling his eyes as you and Taeyong mimicked kissing sounds, “Ugh anyway, they have a game next week, I want you guys to come with.”

“Fine, i’ll ask Johnny how it felt to taste my c-”

“Shut up Taeyong.”

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ONE WEEK LATER

“I have no idea what the hell is going on but Johnny is so hot” Ten sighed as the three of you sat in the bleachers of a varsity basketball game.

“Athletes are not my type these days” you shrugged taking a bite of your corn dog, watching Taeyong play some game on his phone.

“Oh shit they're almost there” Ten pulled you to your feet as the crowd all stood up around you cheering on the varsity team as the time began running out. You watched Johnny run across the court and throw the ball to a boy with chestnut coloured hair, and upon receiving the ball, the boy threw the ball straight into the hoop at the last second, taking his team to victory.

“Fuck….who is he ?” you gulped, as his teammates carried him on their shoulders and his lips curled into a tight grin, showing off a beautiful set of dimples.   “That my dear friend” Ten patted your shoulder, “That's Jung Jaehyun.”

[t-o-m-hollands]

Summary: You travel to meet Tom who is away filming. Since he is sharing a house with Harrison who is expected back at any second you have to make a decision; be quick - or quiet?

Pairing: Tom x female reader

Word count: 2,3 k

Warnings: Extended warnings under read more - but this is smut and strictly +18. 

Notes: This is sort of set in the same universe as The Bet just a few months later - BUT you do not have to have read that story to read this one, since there is literally zero plot in this. PWP, like truly. There isn’t even a hint of plot. A liiittle bit corny/fluffy. Also, they are both idiots, like I cannot stress this enough, they are both so dumb. 

Also I am once again staying up too late to write smut while tipsy. It is what it is. 

Extended warnings: Unprotected sex in established relationship. Little bit of stripping from Tom. Some teasing. Talk about bondage but no actual bondage in this. Spanking. Hand around throat; though no choking. Derogatory language.

You fall through the door and into each other’s arms and it would have been romantic if he had managed to catch you as you lounge at him and remain standing on his feet. As it is, you both tumble over and fall to the ground.

“Tom, for god’s sake!”

“Oh hush! At least you landed softly on my chest! I took the hard hit!”

“Babe, there’s nothing soft about your chest and we both know it”. 

But by this point his lips have been removed from yours for too long and so instead of arguing he pulls you in for a kiss, deep and raw and hungry, his hands in your hair pulling you closer towards himself; closer, closer and closer still. Your hair is loose and your lips are bitten and wet from his kisses and his jeans feel uncomfortable tight over the crotch. Your so fucking beautiful and for a moment he thinks about just fucking you right here and now; on the hard  wooden floor of the hallway, surrounded by a mess sneakers, umbrellas and Wellington boots. He’d fuck you quick and hard and fueled up on lust Or perhaps make it to the dining room table and bend you over that; your beautiful ass in the air and his fist in your hair. Or maybe up against the hall, your legs wrapped around his waist as he fucks into you.

But the threat of Harrison returning any moment feels very real indeed, even as you’re on top of him, rubbing yourself against him like a cat in heat. Groaning at what he has to do he lays his hands on the sides of your hips, making you stop your grinding. Pushing you upward you soon take the hint and stand up, pulling you with him and honestly, he was going to lead you into the bedroom - honestly, he was. But you look at him and bite your swollen lip, still wet from kisses and suddenly you’re pushed up against the wall, your lips back where they should always be; on him. 

He’s hard as a rock; has been since he picked you up at the airport. On the drive back to the house the studio has rented for him and Haz while they’re filming your hand never left his lap, just kept stroking and stroking his dick. You had offered to give him a blowjob and honestly, he’d lie if he said he wasn’t considering it. But just the thought of your mouth around his dick after months spent apart has him seeing stars. He would never have been able to concentrate on the road if that happened. That and the fact that he had been able to think about nothing else than coming inside your warm cunt for weeks now.

“We gotta be quiet babe, Haz will be back soon” he says, in between urgent kisses, his hand over your breast; playing with your nipple through the fabric. “Think you can be quick?”

“Honey, I didn’t travel for eight hours to be quick.”

“Fine, then you’ll have to be quiet” and before  you have time to respond he takes hold of your thighs and he lifts you up in the air. You fall forward, bending over his shoulder, and he slaps your ass as he walks over to the bedroom. Somewhere on the way you drop your ballerina flats but he keeps walking. You half-laugh, half-protes the entire way there, kicking your legs and ordering him to put you down. When he reaches the bed he does and you fall down on it; landing with your back against the soft mattress. 

Your gorgeous legs are spread and so much skin visible in your short jeans shorts; his white dress shirt that you have burrowed tucked into the hem. You bite your lip again and look up at him through your lashes, knowing very well the effect it has on him. 

Well, two can play that game.

Looking you right in the eye he brings his hands to the hem of his shirt and slowly lifts it, revealing the muscles underneath. Pulling it over his head he throws it on the clean ground; having taken the time yesterday to clean up the mess of the house before your visit. He kicks off his shoes and then, smiling wickedly at your wide eyes, he places his hands on his belt, slowly unfastening it.

You reach out to touch him but he reprimands you. “Nah-ah, don’t think so darling. Take off your shirt.”

To his endless surprise; you do what you're told. Unbuttoning your shirt and discarding it on the floor you smile up at him. You aren’t wearing a bra. 

“You traveled all the way here like that?” He asks in disbelief; and now it is he who wants to reach out his hands and touch you. 

“I don’t like the thought of them seeing my bra in those scanner things at the airport” you shrug. 

“So…” and he rubs his forehead, not knowing what else to do with himself “so you decided it was better to just not wear anything?”

You shrug again, unfaced. “Look, I’m not saying my logic makes sense but-”

“Seems a stretch to call it logic then, doesn’t it?”

“Tom” you whine, “I love you, but just remove your fucking pants and shove your dick in me already!”

And so he moves his hands to the zipper of his jeans, where a bulge is clear to see. Still smiling he slowly drags it down before shoving his trousers over his hips, letting them fall to the ground. Stepping out of them he kicks them to the side; leaving him just in his boxers which he swiftly removes as well. 

Standing in front of you, completely naked, as you stare at his body with fervent hunger and blazing need makes him feel almost invincible. 

“Take off your shorts” he orders and it surprises him how low and lustful his voice sounds, even to his own ears.

Again you do as he says and he stares at you as you slowly reveal more of the beautiful skin of your body. He wonders if you feel as adored when he looks at you as he does when you look at him. He hopes you do. 

You remove your underwear as well, laying back against the bed to shimmy out of them. He takes a step forward, grabs hold of your ankles as you dangle them in the air. Placing himself in between them he takes one of your uplifted legs and he kisses the soft inside of your calf. 

“Gonna tie these up one day” he says and kisses your skin again. “Tie them up and tease you for hours. Really take my time and drag it out until you’re shaking and breathless and so desperate to come all you can say is ‘please, Tom’”.

He hears how your breath picks up, and can practically sense you growing wetter. Your eyes are glossy with want already. 

Reaching down to your core he slips a finger in you with ease. He snickers. “I’ve barerly even touched you and you’re already this wet?”

Since you can’t deny it you buck your hips up for more instead. He bends down and kisses the tender skin above your ribs with an open mouth. It’s soft and sweet and in sharp contrast from the finger moving inside you; that is all rough and quick movements. 

Moving up he places his wet mouth around one of your nipples and you writhe underneath him, your legs hugging onto his waist. Sucking on the sensitive flesh, gently nippling down on it, he then blows cold air on the wet spot and you moan, bucking up against his hand; that is still moving in and out of you. 

“More” you demand in another moan, and you lift your hips up, holding yourself up by your legs around his waist, pressing yourself against him 

“This is why you should be tied up,” he says, biting your nipple again. You moan and continue to push yourself against him. 

He leans back, grabs a hold of your hips, and twists you until you fall over on your stomach. He spanks your ass, hard; one time, two times, three times, four times. Two on each side. It only has you writhing all the more underneath him. 

He squeezes the soft flesh of your ass in his hands and groans. Moving his hands over your lower back, pressing his palms in almost as if massaging you. Your body is tense, but he knows your body well, knows its because of anticipation for what’s to come. Slowly he removes his big hands from your back, instead slowly dragging his short-nailed finger up over your spine. He watches in fascination as you shower beneath him. 

While he was away filming he had bought a guitar. Had practised the instrument for hours trying to make it play him the perfect sound. But as he drags his finger up your spine again and you whimper he knows that your body is the only instrument he wants to perfect.

“Ready?” He asks.

“Yes” you say, a little breathlessly. 

And again his palm connects with your skin, the sound of skin slapping against skin loud in the empty house. Again and again and again he does it. You squirm beneath him, gasping and moaning and clasping at the sheets; pushing back against his palm, eager for more. He spanks you until your skin feels warm, so he moves his hand in soothing circles over the tender place as you breathe out a sigh. 

“Come here” he says, and his voice is gruff and tender with need for you. Pulling you up towards him until you back is pressed against his chest, your legs widely spread so your thighs are outlining his and your glistening wet cunt is pressed against his dick. 

Playing with the tip of his cock, teasing it against your entrance he whispers rasperly in your ear, “think you can be quiet?”

You look over your shoulder, meeting his eyes, and nod eagerly. 

“You sure?” he asks, continuing to tease you. “You see, Haz could come back any second now and we wouldn’t want him to hear you, would we?”

You shake your head, and god, you really must want this because you waste no time arguing with him. So he decides to reward you and slips himself into you; pulls your body even closer to yours. 

You bite your lip to hold back the moan but it slips through your lips anyway. 

He moves a hand up to your throat, places his Rolex clad wrist around it, and the other hand around your waist; guiding you up and down over his cock, as if you were bouncing in his lap. Your breasts move up and down with the movement and honestly he wishes he had more arms so that he could touch you everywhere at once. 

When another moan falls from your lips he shushes you gently in your ear, “ now, now” he warns. 

He lifts you higher up and higher up by each movement, before pressing you down harder and deeper against him 

And then you both hear it. A car driving up the driveway. 

Haz is home. 

He slams you down against him again and the ecstatic sound that leaves you is positively animalistic. He reaches for your panties, discarded on the side of the bed. Balling them up he moves it to your mouth and obligingly you open it. He shoves them in before tenderly kissing the side of your lips. Your eyes are tight shut in concentration, trying with all your might not to make a sound as you hear footsteps walking by outside. 

“Remember, quiet now” he warns, mouth pressed against your ear. 

Yet you make a deep, wanton moan and he fuck up into you even harder, grinds your hips against his until your eyes roll back in pleasure. 

“Think you like this darling” he whispers again against your ear. “Think you like the thought of maybe getting caught. Think you like knowing that this is what I’ll think of for those months we spend apart and I gotta take care of myself.” 

He pushes you up and forward, until you’re on your hands and knees for him and with one swift movement he’s inside you agains; the angle so perfect it has him seeing stars. 

“Almost made me come before I was ready there” he says and spanks your ass, though not as hard as last time. 

You're slick and wet and he can see it running down your thigh and he wants to groan in pleasure but outside he’s pretty sure Harrison is talking to the neighbor, looking for his keys. 

He pulls you up closer to him and slams into you until you're clenching around him, your skin so hot against his thighs it feels like they are on fire. He knows you love this position and its clear in your tense, arched body.

He leans down and to out of breath now to whisper he says in a hushed voice, “he’ll be inside the house soon, you gonna be quiet? Or is Haz about to find out just how slutty you are?”

Your answer is yet another moan, muffled against your panties. 

So he fucks into you; hard and fast and deep and it’s like the pleasure is everywhere; clouding his eyes from seeing clearly and stopping his lungs from breathing freely. Your toes are curled and your back is arched and it all feels so overwhelmingly and blissfully intense; so fragile and vivid and frantic it’s like neither of your body quite knows what to do with all the pleasure. Like you are both about to combust from it. 

His arms and legs are shaking with the effort and he feels sweat running down his back. But then you shake as well and he feels you convulse around him and god - it’s heaven.

It takes a while before you both return to reality. He removes your underwear from your mouth and gently kisses your lips; pulling you in close against him.

“Love you” he says and kisses the tip of your nose. “Thank you for visiting.”

[non-fantasy]

disclaimer: almost all of this is from "what the internet did to garfield" which was the video i watched to send me down this rabbit hole in the first place, there is also some supplementary information from "how i rewrote the history of garfield"

disclaimer 2: i'm not getting into lasagna cat. i'm not addressing that. we aren't talking about it.

so, when exploring how this horror garfield community started, it's important to look at how garfield started. actually, we need to go back before garfield started.

because this story didn't start with garfield. it started with jon arbuckle, garfield's owner. originally, the story was about jon arbuckle, a cartoonist, living out his days. but, it was also a story of jim davis, the real life creator of garfield, and how he was using the character of jon to tell the story of his life and his frustration with the comic industry.

but, no one remembers jon, the comic. they remember jon, garfield's owner. because that's what he became. garfield kept getting all the best lines, all the best jokes, so eventually, they rebranded the comic to be about him. and it exploded. the world loved this cat. he became a bestseller and a cultural icon.

but, what about jon?

when a protagonist gets pushed out of the spotlight, what is he supposed to do? when a mouthpiece for the author loses his voice, what is his purpose?

the answer garfield gave: to be the butt of the joke.

over time, jon lost his similarities to jim davis. instead, he became a laughingstock. throughout the comics, he became mocked for his... well, everything. women are repulsed by him, his cat mocks him for everything, a recurring joke is that garfield tries to torment jon, and it is all supposed to be funny.

when we look away from garfield and look at jon, we find... a directionless man. a loss of purpose. anguish. dread. garfield minus garfield is a comic that removes garfield from every garfield strip. the end result is a look into jon and what's going on in his head without garfield distracting us with his one-liners.

and this is where things start getting twisted.

from the horror garfield (also called gorefield/i'm sorry jon) fandom's works, three themes start emerging: powerlessness, existential dread, and malice.

the depiction of garfield as an immense eldritch abomination, one so large that it can crush skyscrapers without a care, kill a human without a single thought, it fills one with this sense of powerlessness. there is no way to escape a creature so all-encompassing, no way to defeat it, and certainly no way to survive it. (we will explore the horror of the inescapable later)

there is an existential dread in the situations jon arbuckle finds himself in. an existence full of horror, where the only point of his life is that he will keep suffering. being trapped with a creature beyond all of humanity. a creature that reveals to him just how pointless and insignificant his life is, how the universe will end, and laughs

and that's the heart of it. at its core, this depiction of garfield is much like a cat and mouse: toying with its prey. but instead of simply killing jon, garfield wants him to hurt. not just physically, but psychologically. the horror in garfield is not that an eldritch abomination exists, it's that an eldritch abomination exists and wants to hurt you and you can't escape it. the horror is that jon is trapped with a voice he can't escape pushing him towards despair and anguish. to quote super eyepatch wolf, "garfield is despair. he's the part of jon that makes him feel weak and insignificant, who pulls him down and traps him in realities dark and frightening."

the real horror is the idea that things will never truly get any better. that you'll wake up the next day and it will be full of all the same horrors as the last. that you will always be trapped with that voice inside your head pushing you towards your breaking point. just as garfield took over jon's comic, the horror is in a monster that is just so daunting in size and scope that it feels like there's no way you could escape it. a voice that whispers in your ear, manipulating you, twisting you, hurting you. a sadistic being that wants to see you suffer, that feeds off of your despair, that laughs at your anguish and tells you that there is no escape and no hope. your past will torment you and your present is agony and the future will be more of both. that the way things are is the way things will be, forever. a creature you can never outrun, never escape, never kill.

but it's a fucking liar.

even though jon is scared and terrified, he's shown fighting back against this beast. even if he will probably die, even if he's told it's hopeless, he tries. he fights. sure, the monster can't be escaped from, sure it can't be killed, but it can be defeated. it might be daunting, but nothing is insurmountable. even in the darkest moments, jon clings to hope. the beast tries so hard to make jon despair and give up, because it knows the moment jon grasps that glimmer of hope, it will be vulnerable. it knows the moment jon learns his strength, it will lose its own. it needs to convince jon that he are powerless, otherwise he might rise up against it.

but jon does. again, and again, and again, and again. even when his suffering feels inescapable, he tries.

that's the beauty of "the forgiveness of jon"

that jon, for once, succeeded in defeating the beast. that for once, he's going to be okay. sure, he'll have bad days in the future, sure, his good days might not last, but he's okay. for now, he can celebrate his victories and relish his happiness.

and when that monster comes back, whispering that jon will never escape his suffering, jon knows he can defeat it.

so yeah hope this helps! ^_^

why are u worried,,,,

shaking u what is this whole garfield thing answer me

[jackoshadows]

A lot of these review comparisons between WOT and GOT don’t even make sense considering that GOT was being sold as a show that non fantasy folks would like because it has very little fantasy in it. GOT was not sold as - Look, here’s a great fantasy story with these fun fantasy aspects - cool world building, magic, magical creatures etc.

It was more about the characters, backstabbing, politics, wars etc. For example this review before season 1 of GOT:

Five Reasons You Might Like Game Of Thrones Even If You Don't Like Fantasy

After listing all the non-fantasy parts of the story, they talk about  the Wall this way:

Maybe the Wall is too fantasy-oriented for non-fantasy fans to appreciate but considering how grounded to natural reality most of the rest of the story is, I think the contrast between the two different sides of the Wall is one of the most fascinating parts of the story.

It reminds me of how Benioff and Weiss stated that they wrote GOT for “NFL players and soccer moms” and not for fantasy fans and that’s why they kept stripping away the fantasy aspects of the story (Bran Stark getting zero story and development, Jon and Arya’s warging/direwolves ignored etc.) and completely ignored the central theme of the series to highlight the petty wars as being more important than this existential apocalyptic threat headed their way.

And I remember that while the show aired the majority viewers on forums used to complain that the Wall story was too boring and they wanted more of the KL politics. But that did change in season 5 when ‘Hardhome’ aired and for the first time the audience could see the brutality and threat of the White Walkers and wights. That would have been when the show should have pivoted to the fantasy half of the story as the books would have done. But then D and D pivoted back to fantasy is boring, let’s get back to KL and Cersei.

But this is impossible to do with Wheel of Time which is basically hard core fantasy and where it’s the world building and an amazing magic system underpinned by science that are the main selling points. Take that way, and the series loses it’s charm. Does anyone want to have more focus on Elayne playing the Game of Thrones in Andor for like 3 seasons? Plus it was Aes Sedai Elayne who was ruling and the magic was a big component of her story there as well. And while Rand and Daes Dae'mar in Cairhien was a lot of fun in book two - it was also pointing out how silly the whole thing is, and I am glad that it was short lived. In the later books, the game between the different houses and the magical aspects were closely intertwined in Rand’s story - ex: Rand and Colavaere. One can’t separate the fantasy from the political in WOT - they exist side by side.

The point should not be that this or that show is good because there’s less fantasy and more real world shenanigans - that only pushes show runners to change/remove the reasons for why these books are popular and have millions of fans in the first place.

Rather the point should be that fantasy can also have good characters, and interesting character journeys and themes that are relevant to our real lives and experiences.

Fantasy is escapism. We want to get away from our depressing, dreary life and job stress, health issues etc and just enjoy this made up world where things are different and people who look like us actually wield power and can do amazing things. I like that the world of WOT is matriarchal and by the rules of this world the female characters are actually either on the same level playing field as the men or more powerful. I enjoy reading about how this changes the different cultures and dynamics.

I like that female friendships, sisterhood, competitiveness, rivalry etc. are given as much place and importance in the story, independent of the male characters. I like that there are no love triangle shenanigans and the characters are just like - oh we like the same person? Let’s just share or on the TV show we have polyamory for the win! Or, my friend likes my ex? Ok you can have them, I don’t care. Hopefully this will reduce the toxic ship wars in fandoms when the TV show premieres 😁

Once again, to quote Robert Jordan:

In the real world we have a great deal of uncertainty, a great deal of danger and very little certainty of where we are going, how we are going to get there, what the end result is going to be. In fantasy, you face a great deal of danger, a great deal of uncertainty, but you have one particular certainty when you get into fantasy. You know that evil is not going to win the final victory. There will be victories by evil along the way, people you like, people you love may die but in the end good will win out. And that I believe is becoming more important to people - to have that certainty. - Robert Jordan

[mrs-gucci]

The Forbidden Fruit {medieval priest!Kylo Ren x Reader}

anonymous:

Priest!Kylo + tavern + visiting his known mistress

author’s notes: hello, hello! ooo, priest!Kylo is a dirty man and I am very much here for it ;) thanks for the request! (post-writing note: this got waay longer than I originally intended lol)

warnings: a touch of fluff. smut. general filth. the incorrect use of the Adam and Eve bible story. oral sex (f receiving). a bit of religion-infused coercion. innocence kink if you really squint. hints of praise kink. virginity loss. 

tw’s: extramarital affair/sex (as was common in medieval times). (!!) dubcon (!!) **please let me know if I missed any warnings and/or tw’s!!**

word count: 1.8k

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[NOT my edit. full credit goes to sacklers_sack on Twitter]

Father Kylo walks into the Adam and Eve Tavern and steps up to the bar, ordering a mug of frothy golden brew. He takes a sip as he walks over to his usual corner table, fingers fiddling with the ring around his thick finger. 

Even though his wife already knows of his affair, he still feels a small twinge of guilt whenever he lies to her about his whereabouts. It’s a very slight feeling of remorse, though, considering the fact that she’s one of Satan’s disciples.

You walk in only minutes later, flipping the hood of your cloak off the top of your head. He looks over at smiles at the sight of you, admiring your pure and raw beauty. He’s almost sure you’re some sort of angel in disguise, too beautiful and pure to be anything less. Gods, he wants nothing more than to wreck you, split you in half with his cock.

“Hello, angel.” He purrs as you walk over and sit down at the table with him, eyes lingering on your bosom, which is accentuated greatly in this particular gown. “I am glad to see your beautiful face this eve.”

Your lips curl up into a small smirk. “No need for such flattery, Father. We both know why you summoned me here.”

“I’ve always loved how you get right down to business.” Kylo chuckles devilishly. “There are a series of rooms upstairs, the very reason I chose this particular establishment to conduct our...meeting. Step into the last one down the hall and strip bare, lay down on the bed. I will join you in a moment.”

Nodding, you stand and make your way up to the room, swaying your hips a bit extra for the Father. He smirks when he notices this, taking another sip of his beer as he feels his length twitch to life ‘neath his robes.

He waits a few minutes, finishing the mug of beer and leaving behind a tip for the barkeep before walking up to the room he’s reserved for the night. When he walks in, the sight of your nude body illuminated by the warm orange glow of the crackling fire greets him. Gods, is there a better sight to behold than this one?

Your chest rises and falls gently, rhythmically, breasts rising and falling along with your steady breathing. He’s hypnotized, momentarily, drinking in the angelic beauty that lays across the bedsheets.

His robes are swiftly removed and draped over one of the chairs, leaving him in only his undergarments. He points to your legs with his pointer and middle fingers, silently indicating that he’d like you to spread them. You do.

“Tell me, angel. Have you heard the Biblical tale of Adam and Eve?”

You shake your head, biting down on your lip when he takes a step forward towards the bed. “No, Father, I have not.”

He smirks, standing with his hands clasped behind his back. Remnants of his hot breath tease your bare skin, causing you to shudder.

“Adam and Eve were the first human beings created by God, and they inhabited in the Garden of Eden. They were given allowed to use or consume any of the other plants in the Garden, but they were told not to eat any of the forbidden fruit from the tree of the knowledge of good and evil.”

You gasp when his hands suddenly seize your ankles and pull you to the end of the bed.

“But,” The Father sinks to his knees, never breaking eye contact. “They failed to resist the temptation. The fruit...”

He pushes your legs as far apart as they can go, then lightly traces your glistening slit with his fingertips. Your breath hitches in your throat at his featherlight touch on your center.

Your eyes widen when his nose nudges your outer lips and he takes a long, slow inhale of your natural scent. He shudders, groaning under his breath before his tongue suddenly licks an agonizingly slow stripe up your cunt.

“The forbidden fruit was just too sweet.” Kylo says, licking his lips with a small smirk at the corners of his mouth. “It was so tender, so juicy; it just felt too right to be wrong, too delicious to be sin.”

You can’t stop the desperate whimper that escapes between your parted lips, insides clenching desperately against themselves. He notices the way your hole puckers, and his smirk grows a bit wider.

His mouth opens, then, and he encapsulates your entire core in a sloppy kiss. Your back arches and you gasp loudly, head pressing back against the pillows. The coarse hairs of his beard scratch your skin in the most delightfully pleasurable way, only adding to the sensations he’s creating with his mouth.

“F-Father--ohh!” Your feet plant and your hips lift up off the bed. “Oh gods, mmmm!”

He begins moving with more aggression, passionately slurping up each and every drop of the sweet nectar that leaks from your cunt. His assault doesn’t let up, not until his efforts bring you to the ultimate high.

“Father! F-Father, oh Christ!” You shriek softly, legs quaking as you hit your peak with an Earth-shattering intensity.

Kylo pulls away shortly after you’ve ridden out your high and he’s consumed every single drop of your sinful sweetness, upper lip and beard glistening with your release. He practically rips his undergarments off and wraps a large, veiny hand around the base.

“Lay up at the head of the bed, now. I shall claim your innocence tonight, angel.”

Your eyes widen and you sit up, chewing on your now-tender bottom lip. “I d-don’t know...”

The Father shakes his head, quickly pinning you to the bed, caging you with his large body. You watch his silver Holy Cross necklace shimmer in the dim light, reminding you that he is a man of God and that he would never ask anything of you that he didn’t think you were ready for.

“Do not fear it, my child; why would His Holiness grant us the bodies we posses, ones that can bring such pleasures, if we aren’t intended to use them? Trust me, angel, all will be alright.”

You’re not much of a religious woman, but he makes a reasonable argument...

“O-Okay.”

He smiles, reaching down to place a gentle kiss on your lips. “I will go slowly for you. It may hurt at first, but I promise it will get better.”

You nod. “I trust you, Father.”

His tip swipes all through your slick before settling at your entrance, ready to push in. He holds your cheeks, looking deep into your eyes.

“Are you ready, my angel?”

As soon as you nod, his pelvis pushes forward and his length pushes through your unstretched walls. You cry out, tears instantly burning your eyes as they instantly begin to collect in the corners.

Once he’s fully seated inside you, he remains still, jaw clenched so tight you’re worried he’ll crack his teeth should he clench any tighter. It’s taking every single ounce of his willpower not to fuck you raw, but he knows what he must take care of you this eve. There will be plenty of time for all of that in the future.

“You’re doing sssso well, angel. Taking me so well.”

His words of encouragement, his mutters of of praise reassure you that this was a good choice. You’ve never felt so stuffed in your entire life, not even after holiday feasts and the more your insides stretch in accommodation, the better it begins to feel.

You nod up at him, the first tear escaping your overflowing eyes.

“I’m a-alright now, Father.”

He plants a kiss on your forehead, still cradling your face as he draws back, then pushes forward once more. The noises that escape your lips are positively sinful and they only encourage him on, hips steadily gaining speed and force with each passing moment.

Soon, your body and breasts and excess flesh bounce in time with his hips’ sharp, forceful thrusts. By now, the pain has completely subsided and made way for the pleasure to build in your loins.

“S-So sssweet,” He grunts quietly in your ear. “So j-juicy and tender...and you’re a-all mine...”

Your small whimpers and gasps turn to scandalous moans and cries of desperation. You hold onto his arms tightly, fingernails digging deep into his alabaster skin, surely leaving marks.

“Please, Father, please...”

Kylo can feel his control, his restraint beginning to slip as he nears climax. He’s unable to hold it off, unwilling to deny himself this heavenly pleasure whilst his cock is stained with fresh virgin’s blood.

The thought of that alone thrusts him right up to the edge, looking over the cliff to the peak of bliss.

“Y/N, my a-angel, I...I will not be able to endure much l-longer.”

You nod, grabbing hold of his hair firmly. “It is alright, F-Father. Use m-me, use my body to bring yourself p-pleasure.”

Those words send him careening into climax and he quickly pulls away just as the first rope of his foggy liquor emerges. His hips still give half-hearted mock thrusts as he spills his creamy seed all over your puffy, used cunt.

He crawls off of you once he’s finished, beginning to redress immediately. You sit up, shakily and already you can feel the pain in your loins beginning to build from the Father’s hardened intrusion.

Your eyes catch sight of some red dripped down onto the bedsheet and your cheeks warm, acute worry flaring up inside of you. Is that supposed to happen?

Almost as if he read your worried mind, Father Kylo steps up to you and holds your chin up so that you can look into his eyes.

“Bleeding is typical for virgins, nothing is the matter, I promise.”

You nod, sighing softly in relief. “Thank you, Father.”

He smiles, bending down to place a chaste kiss on your lips. “It is I who should be thanking you, my child. Thank you for giving your innocence to me, for trusting me. You did so well for me tonight, angel.”

Your cheeks warm in flattery, smile splitting your face. But, your expression falls into a frown when you see him drape the cloak over his shoulders.

“Must you leave so soon, Father?”

Father Kylo nods as he pulls on his shoes. “I must get back to the convent, angel; I apologize for having to rush off so quickly. But, I promise I will make it up to you next time, yes?”

You nod, offering a small, disappointment-tinged smile. “Yes, of course, Father. I understand.”

He reaches ‘neath his robes and pulls out the small, silver Holy Cross necklace, draping it around your neck.

“Something to remind you of me, ‘till we next meet.” Kylo says, kissing your temple. “Farewell, my beloved angel.”

Your lips tug up into a genuine smile, fingers toying with the silver charm as he approaches the door and slips out.

“Farewell, Father.”

[beigehearts]

Due to request I will be making a nsfw version of this post (Landing a hit on the adult trio)  Please refer to the linked post as I will be continuing the stories from where they left off  fem!reader 18+ content warnings will be listed separately for each drabble

Illumi CW: dubcon, bruising, fingering

Your eyes travel to the floor as he continues speaking, his words beginning to sound like fuzz. You snap back when a strong hand grabs your chin and tilts your face towards his. It almost feels as if his fingers are going to go through your jaw bones. “I expect you to look at me when I’m speaking.”

His bone shattering grip only gets tighter when you look away from him. He studies you closely, only to let go and you drop to the ground again. You gently touch where he grabbed you, knowing that the bruises would be just as painful as the initial injury. Your pants are covered in blood from the trail you were dragged in. Your eyes finally travel upwards to meet his but you can see something has changed. His usual dark and emotionless eyes have something of a spark in them. 

“Normally I would make you sleep outside with Mike in a situation like this.” He tilts his foot up to take a better look at it. “Though that doesn’t seem to be working. Mike has warmed up to you.” He places his foot back on the ground and sighs, “It seems I only have a few options left. Rather than punishment- how about you make it up to me?” 

What does that mean- does he want you to tend to his wounds? Crochet him a pillow? You’re taken from your thoughts when two arms grab you by your sides, lifting you off of the ground and carrying you into another room. As you’re placed on the bed- looking at the blood bath practically makes you gag but it’s short lived when he closes the door. 

“I’ve been curious.” He grabs the hem of your pants, “What will get you to show me something other than disdain for my existence?” You’re frozen in place as he pulls the legs of your pants off of you, leaving your panties exposed.

He places one hand on your chest, holding you down while the other one rests on your hip. He examines your body closely, as if scrutinizing it and it leaves you with an uncomfortable feeling. The hand on your hip travels down to your thigh, gripping it tightly, he’s like a kid playing with a new toy. 

That same hand finds it’s way to your clothed, slick folds. You didn’t realize that you were already a little wet until his fingers against you told you. His fingers begin massaging you, rubbing circles around your most sensitive area. You turn your head to look away from him, if not to avoid his gaze, then to hide your expression. 

He moves your panties to the side, his cold fingers assaulting your warmth. Your legs twitch when he places his thumb on your clit and begins pushing a finger inside of you. His finger curls inside of you, exploring your walls. Your cheeks flush and you put a hand over your mouth, stifling any noise that could encourage him. Another finger pushes inside of you- only stretching you out more and inviting more pleasure. They scissor inside of you and you cant help but let out a squeak. 

His fingers push in and out of you, until they create an unstoppable rhythm. Pleasure racks your body, and your legs start to uncontrollably shake. He moves his hand that held you down to your lower stomach, pushing down. A know builds up inside of you, tightening and tightening and pushing loud moans out of you. You’ve given up hiding it, and allow your body to soak in all the pleasure. His fingers curl inside of you while pumping in and out and the knot in your stomach is ready to burst. 

You gasp for air when it explodes inside of you, warmth spreading throughout your entire body. Your limbs go limp and your vision is blurred by the tears in your eyes. He removes his fingers from your slick, warm insides. 

He examines his fingers, staring at the liquid that coats his finger. “So that’s how.” 

Hisoka CW: noncon, unprotected sex, physical trauma

“You’re so cute when you defend yourself.” You stare up at his untouched face and fear shoots down your spine. He leans down and licks a strip up the side of your face and brings his lips to your ear. “It only turns me on even more.”

You’ve really done it now. You messed up your escape and now he’s pissed. His face doesn’t show it but it doesn’t need to. The grip on your arm says enough. Your throat burns, but not even a cough can escape your mouth. The thought that you can’t even scream whether or not it’s heard, it intensifies your fear. 

“See, I could kill you right now, with my bare hands and watch you die slowly.” A grin creeps on to his face, “But I don’t want to break my toy before I’ve even gotten to play with it.” He lets go of your arm, standing up but grabbing you by your hair and pulling you up to his height. The pain shooting through your skull causes a silent screech to claw it’s way through your neck. 

He pushes you against the wall without a single speck of mercy in his body. Your head is smashed against the wall so hard you begin to worry about having a concussion. His hand lets go of your hair, only to grip your throat even tighter- the firey burn intensifying. 

You begin to flail around when you feel his free hand travelling under the skirt he makes you wear. He brings your head from the wall by his grip on your neck, only to slam it against the wall again. You wish you could even make sounds of pain just for your own sanity. Your arms fall back to your sides, realizing the more you fight the more likely your skull will be shattered. 

You close your eyes- waiting to get this over with, but your eyes shoot open when his lips meet yours. And by meet you mean assault. His tongue brushes against your lips in a matter of seconds until it pushes into your mouth, exploring every crevice. He pulls away from you, a string of spit connecting your mouths. His mouth clamps down on your neck, sucking and nipping until he draws blood. He leaves trails of bruises down your neck to your shoulders but that’s not your concern when you feel two fingers begin to massage your core. 

“I know you’re dying to get to the point, so why don’t we.” With those words he presses himself against you, lifting your legs to wrap around his slender but sturdy waist. He moves your panties to the side and you feel something poking at your entrance and the grip on your neck tightens. You try to protest but the only thing that can escape your mouth are breaths of air. 

Just as he said, he gets to the point. He pushes inside of you and a sharp pang of pain shoots up your back. You begin sweating and your body is doing everything to fight him. It’s no use, he begins thrusting in and out of you, his cock filling your insides as much as possible. He bites down on your neck and suddenly the pain of his thrusts turn into pleasure. If you could moan you would be, the feeling of him dragging in and out of you- rubbing against your walls becomes torturous, and you find yourself moving with him. 

His movement begins to speed up and the wet sound your insides are making only adds to the embarrassment. A ball of tightness begins to form inside of you and your body begs for more friction. You try to move your hips with him but he grabs your waist and keeps you still, fucking up into you. 

Your hands grab his hair when you can’t wait any longer, and your walls spasm around him while your body shakes. His shit eating grin pisses you off but that doesn’t matter when you’ve just cummed all over him. He presses inside of you as far as he can, holding you in place. The warm sticky liquid filling you to your brim indicates his own orgasm. 

He pulls out of you, dropping you like a rag doll and you drop to the ground with a loud thump and a lot of pain. You gasp for air look up to your captor. 

“Oh look you’ve made such a mess.” He points to your legs, and you look down. His fluids leaking out of you and onto the tile floor. It’s still warm and it’s sticky against your thighs. 

“You better clean that up before it dries.” He turns on his heel, “I don’t want dried cum on my floor.” 

Chrollo CW: blowjob, noncon (also this drabble is really bad because I was burnt out once I started writing it so I will rewrite it later and let you guys know when I have rewritten in)

He brings your back against his chest, and he wraps one arm around your arms and torso, preventing you from hitting him. His other arm lays loosely around your waist. “You’re very resourceful y/n.” He purrs in your ear. “Thank you for trying your best and not holding back.” You continue squirming in his grasp but know what your fate is when he says, “Though it’s quite unattractive for a girl to be so feisty.”

You shiver against him and he turns you towards him. He grabs your chin and tilts your head to look at him, “I can’t let my darling go unpunished when she throws such a tantrum.”

He let’s go of you and says, “Get on your knees.” 

Your eyes go wide and you shake your head.

“Would you rather I put you on your knees?” 

You shake your head again, getting on your knees for him voluntarily seems humiliating. But you’d rather kneel on your own than find out how he would put you on your knees. You slowly bend down, settling your knees against the cold wood floor. 

Your eyes travel up his body, meeting his and you send a pleading look at him. “Go ahead, take it out.” 

You try to play dumb, hoping that he would just give up, “Take what out?” 

He grabs your chin tightly and frowns, “You’re not dumb, take it out.”

You nod slowly, your hands shaking when they reach the fabric of his pants. It’s almost impossible to unzip his pants when your hands are trembling so badly. He keeps his eyes on you, watching your every move to make sure you don’t try anything dumb. Your fingers pull down his boxers, exposing his already hard member. It springs into the air, mocking you only inches from your face. 

“Go ahead. Take it.” His cock twitches as if begging for your lips around him. 

Your pride is badly wounded, dissolving little by little with each passing second. Your hands reach for his member but he stops you, “Don’t use your hands.” 

There’s no chance of having an ounce of self respect after this. You move your head forward, your lips brushing against the tip of his dick. You push your mouth down his length, not wanting to prolong the experience. Your tongue lubricates his length and you stop when he’s touching your throat, only half way. He huffs, getting impatient and grabbing you by your hair, and pushes you down all the way, your nose pressed against his pelvis. You gag around him and feel bile rising from your throat. When he moves your head back, you gasp for air but your freedom is short lived.

He bobs your head on his cock, and you can’t help it but your teeth scrape against him. He seems to enjoy it when a low groan escapes his lips. Breathing becomes a privilege with every push your nose meets his skin again. Saliva coats his cock, and drool drips down your mouth. You’re an absolute mess and the sight of it only makes him harder. He begins bobbing your head fast, his grip in your hair tightening. You hope he’s close.

You know he is when he pushes your mouth all the way down on him, his dick invading your throat, blocking your airways. Your throat begins to constrict around him, and you fight him as your body begs for oxygen. You can’t escape his grip. A warm feeling travels down the back of your throat, and your vision begins to go dark. Your body begins to go limp and at the very last second of consciousness he says, “You’re going to swallow this when I pull out.”

He drags his cock out of your mouth and you do as he says, not wanting to find out what will happen if you don’t swallow his seed. You begin coughing violently and gasping for air all at the same time. You hold your throat as you gasp in air. 

“I will not permit such childish behavior from you y/n.”