#and i really admire him for making that one of the core messages of this album

[xetlynn]

arcane imagines- viktor/jayce

caught in the mix

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🔞⚠️CONTENT WARNING⚠️🔞: SMUTTTTTT SMUT

Prompt: Viktor and you think you have an hour until Jayce shows to work on a project… turns out you were wrong.

Contains: oral m!and f! Receiving, double penetrating, riding, overstimulation, crack smut, Idk.

“He said he’ll be here in an hour, he’s caught up with something.” Viktor speaks up from your shared bedroom as you’re taking a bite of an apple, walking in from the kitchen. “An hour, you say.” You wiggle your eyebrows causing him to scoff out a laugh. 

“Such a perv.” He tosses his phone on the bed, standing up to stretch out his torso. “Only for you.” You swallow the food in your mouth. “I’m going to take a shower… if you want to join me.” He winks your way as he walks past you to the bathroom. You take one last bite of the fruit before throwing it in the trash. Eagerly following after your boyfriend. 

You sit on the counter beside the sink as you watch Viktor start the water then begin to undress. Your mouth salivating at the sight you could never grow tired of. “Love, you’re drooling.” He motions to your face and you scrunch your nose with a smile. “I can’t help it, you make me feel such lewd things.” You defend yourself, leaning back against the mirror. “I guess I can’t be too hard on you. I’d be lying if I said you didn’t do the same to me.” His naked form makes its way over to you and you spread your legs so he can stand between them. 

“Really?” You place your arms over his shoulders. “Mhm, let’s get in the shower and I can show you the things I think of.” He pats the outside of your thigh and you squeal excitedly. He reopens the class see-through door, stepping inside. You hurriedly take your clothes off, almost tripping over your own pants. 

He laughs as you are rushing to join him, slamming the door behind you once you’re inside. “You’re so impatient, dove.” He sighs and you shrug your shoulders, pulling him into a kiss as water beats down on the both of you. 

What the two of you failed to realize was that the message Jayce sent was a mistake, he reinstated that he was wrong and he was actually on his way now. A five minute drive away. 

The two of you carelessly making out, hands roaming over one another as if this isn’t the umpteenth time doing this with one another. Your hand palming his painfully hard member, he whimpers into your mouth. His fingers dance down to your core, dipping in and out of you teasingly. 

“I know-” you pull back from him, letting out a small pant. “I know you said you wanted to show me, but I need to suck your dick.” You inform him boldly, slightly catching him off guard. “Need to?” He looks down at you. “Mhm, an urge, an urge I can’t subdue any longer.” You dramatically say, crouching down before planting down on your knees. 

“By all means, take it like it’s yours, hun.” He feels the water dripping down from his hair, staring down at his partner stroking his length. You eye it, admiring what’s yours. “I plan to.” You hum, your tongue flattening around the red, precum dripping tip before slowly inching it into your mouth. 

Viktor lets out a low groan, grabbing a fistful of your hair as your head begins to bob. He leans on his left leg as you swallow his cock down your throat. Your nose touching his pelvis. “F-uck, love.” He stammers. 

You moan from hearing his voice, a hand going up to fondle his balls. Knowing it was something he enjoyed. He gasps, letting out a whine. Your eyes gaze up at him, having to blink repeatedly from the drizzle of the shower hitting off of him and onto you. 

“So pre-pretty like this.” He caresses your face as you slurp and guzzle around his dick. Sounding so messy for him. 

He was loud, something you enjoyed. Something you’ve repeatedly told him to be. Vocal and a whiny mess just for you. To encourage you and let you know you’re making him feel good. 

Only this time it’s heavily against the both of you as your mutual best friend walks into your apartment, unlocking it with the key you had given him a few months back. Your bathroom door wide open and allows Jayce to hear every single noise the two of you are making. 

He didn’t notice it at first, placing his stuff down on the kitchen counter, taking one of your apples from the fruit bowl. As he takes the first bite the noises finally hit his ears. Viktor moaning out your name. “Fucking hell, [Name]. Tongue is ‘s good~” He huffs. Jayce’s eyes widened in shock. 

He drops the apple, going to pick his stuff back up and leave the apartment so he doesn’t have to hear this. Unfortunately he trips over said apple. Dropping his very heavy briefcase that held all the information for your three’s work assignment. “Shit!” He mutters, picking it up. 

He was too late to leave before you were covered in your towel running out with a baseball bat, water dripping on the ground. You go to swing, “Who the hell!?” You automatically drop your stance when seeing your best friend. “Oh, hey Jayce.” You laugh, leaning the bat down. Going over and giving him a hug. Still soaked from the shower. 

“Thought you said you were caught up in something?’ You ask so nonchalantly as if you weren’t just giving the best head ever to your boyfriend in the other room. His face was beat red, even through his dark tan you could tell he was extremely flustered. He can’t even stutter out an answer. “You okay?” You cross your arms. 

“Love, you’re still in your towel.” Viktor comes out of the bathroom wearing only boxers and sweatpants. Using his cane to walk into the scene. You purse out your lips, looking down at yourself then back to Jayce. 

“Never seen a naked woman or something?” You raise a brow and he squeezes his eyes shut, begging that this was a dream or some made up thing in his mind. “Don’t tease him.” Viktor chuckles, looking his best friend up and down. “He heard us.” He simply says, picking up the apple from the ground, throwing it into the trash. “I-I was trying to leave! I didn’t know that’s what-” Jayce panics, trying to explain himself. 

“Eh, we had the door open. Wasn’t your fault.” Viktor shrugs his shoulders acting as if Jayce hearing the two of you wasn’t something incredibly inappropriate. “Even with the door open Vik here would still be sounding through the room.” You tease, standing on your tiptoes and kissing him. 

“Guys, please.” Jayce meeps out with an embarrassed look. You smirk over to him. “What? Us having sex turns you on or something?” You inquire, stepping over to him, your wet feet papping against the hardwood floors. “[Name]!” He steps back, shocked by what you just said. 

“You aren’t denying~” You sing, poking his chest right as you look down and then flicker back up to his face. Doing it a few more times with a smug expression adorning your face. “Your cock’s sure saying so.” You laugh, he covers himself with his briefcase. 

“[Name], leave him be.” Viktor attempts to hide his amused smile, crossing his arms over his naked chest. You pout. “Okay, okay. Sorry, Jayce! Let me go get dressed.” You excuse yourself from the room. Jayce lets out a sigh of relief once you’re gone. You were too bold and confident for your own good. 

“Sorry, you know how she is.” Viktor rubs the back of his neck, Jayce only nods his head. Still covering himself. “You okay, over there?” Viktor asks in a worried tone. “Yeah, oh yeah I’m fine. Just seemed like I was about to be pounced on.” He awkwardly laughs. “Mm, she probably would’ve.” Viktor lets out a small breath. Sitting down at the counter stool. 

Jayce furrows his brows, confused. “She would’ve? Are you two on some weird break?” He questions the guy in front of him. “Hah! No, we’ve been talking about… threesomes. If you’re up for it I’m sure it’d happen in a split second.” Viktor explains, Jayce chokes on his own spit. His best friend was just so casual… about him joining a threesome. 

“This is an awkward topic, Jayce. I’m sorry to bring it up so… broadly.” The accented man apologizes. “No, no, it’s okay. I guess I asked.” Jayce shrugs his shoulders. 

“I’m back!” You sprint over to the boys wearing a simple sweater and shorts. Loungewear for a boring thing you’re about to do. “Ready to get started on this stupid assignment?” You not-so-enthusiastically say, plopping down on the stool beside Viktor. “Sure.” Viktor hums, “let’s get to it!” Jayce accidentally says a little bit too loudly. Causing the two of you to wince. “Sorry, just excited about this project.” He murmurs, opening the case to all the informational papers. 

He passes out the packets he had printed for the both of you. You boredly skim through it. Viktor thoroughly read it. As Jayce wasn’t even looking down at it, his eyes burning into the both of you. 

Repeating what Viktor had said to him just moments before. A threesome? With the both of you? His coworkers he’d grown so close to? His best friends? 

It’s not to say he hadn’t thought about something like that before. Because trust, he most certainly has. 

He bit his bottom lip, and you glance up. Right as you do he changes his posture. “Reading” the packet at a different angle. You knit your eyebrows together, giving him a look before going back to your own packet. Leaning your head on your boyfriend’s shoulder as you do so. 

“This is soo boring!” You dramatically slam the packet down on the counter. Startling the two boys in the room. “I want to get to the fun stuff.” You groan, leaning over your lover’s body, your hand palming his face. Shaking it around. He just boredly lets you do so. 

“Fun stuff?” Jayce asks. “Yeah, the experimental part of the project.” You wink, laughing as his ears grow red. “You’re so fun to mess with!” You shrill, sitting back up on your own seat. “You’re oddly jumpy today too, us having sex really bother you that much?” You cock your head to the side, curious. “N-no, not at all. It’s a human thing!” He shakes his head vigorously. 

“Then why are you acting like we scare you?” You frown, “I’ll knock off the teasing. I promise I didn’t mean to be too much!” You assure him, giving an apologetic smile. “Ugh, no [Name], you’re not too much. I just- I don’t know!” He exclaims, punctuating a little more with gesticulation. 

“We can take a second from the project if you need to collect yourself.” Viktor offers, worried that he had caused a short-circuit to go off in his best friend’s brain by what he told him earlier. “No, no! I’m fine! I promise.” Jayce swears. “Then what’s up, J?” Your eyes were filled with concern. 

“I want to have the threesome.” He spits out now the two of you were left thunderstruck at his words. Your jaw slacks open, slowly turning into a smirk. “For real?” You rasp out, looking back at Viktor who was still a little bewildered. “Yeah- I mean, if it’s still okay? I don’t know. You guys put me in the spot before.” His voice trails off. “But now after the ten minutes of thinking time you’re sure you want to have sex with us?” Viktor queries, teasing him. 

“I mean it’s sex! What really is there to think about?” Jayce juts out his bottom lip for the judgement he just received. “A lot.” Both you and Viktor say in unison. “Our friendship is something to take into account. A threesome isn’t a permanent thing. This is temporary and to still manage a friendship afterwards could be difficult if all three parties aren’t positive that this won’t mess anything up.” Viktor explains, you nod your head in agreement to his words. 

“We’ve talked about this, the two of us know how we feel. How do you feel, Jayce?” You question him. 

“To be honest, I’ve thought about hooking up with you guys before. A drunken thought. Then a sober one. It passes, I’m not going to lie. And honestly I’m perfectly fine with it. Just a hookup. I don’t want a relationship and to be quite frank I couldn’t be in a polygamous thing.” He admits bluntly, the anxiety of it all releases from all three of your shoulders after his assurement. 

“That’s good to hear!” You snicker. “We’re all three on the same page then?” You point to the two at the same time. The both of them nod their heads. “Okay, gonna fuck me right here in this kitchen or are we gonna go to the bedroom? Spice it up and all three fit in the shower?” You joke and Viktor rolls his eyes. “I didn’t really get to shampoo my hair so if you pick the shower I will not complain.” You put your hands up. 

“[Name].” Viktor starts. “Sorry.” You chuckle. “Living room it is!” You stand up, heading to the comfortable space, Viktor watches you flop down on the couch, getting comfortable. “Is she always this… vulgar before you have sex?” Jayce asks, Viktor gets up as well, pressing his lips together. “Yeah, pretty much.” He nods. 

“I didn’t put on panties so do what you will with that information.” You smirk, trying to do a sexy pose as you laid on the sofa. Viktor snorts as Jayce covers his mouth. “You’re such an idiot.” Viktor sits down beside you. “Mm, you love me for it.” You peck his jaw, getting up to your knees. 

“Come sit, Jayce.” You pat the spot beside you. “Wanna kiss you.” You confess, he fidgets with his hands but does as you say. You gently grab onto his collar. “You’re okay with this right?” You triple check with the guy who seems like he’s going to explode from nervousness. “Yes.” He nods, letting out a shaky breath as you lean in. “Good.” 

Your lips land on his, you press onto him and his hand falls to your hip. Indicating that you can touch him more. In your head at least that’s what it indicates.

Viktor observes from the sidelines, licking his lips. Your hand goes behind you and you grab onto your boyfriend. Wanting him to join. He meekly got on his left knee, his right was off of the couch. Disengaged the kiss you boop Jayce’s nose, leaning back into your boyfriend’s chest. “He’s a good kisser. Your turn!” You look at him, almost hanging your head upside down. Viktor’s eyes meet with Jayce. 

“You okay with that?” More consent questions. Jayce was beginning to feel annoyed by it. He wanted whatever you guys were willing to do. Why couldn’t you guys get that!? “Yes.” He aggressively answers. “Woah, little eager there.” You joke with a loud laugh. “Sorry, just please. I want whatever we’re going to do.” He promises. 

“Okay boy kisser, get to it.” You pull him into a chaste kiss yourself before allowing the two to do it as well. Sandwiched in between the two, their heads leaning in and now you get to watch. They meet over your shoulder and you get the gift to grope the both of them as they sloppily make out with one another. Sneaking your hand under Jayce’s shirt, feeling his unflexed muscles. Your cold skin against his makes him groan into your boyfriend’s muzzle. Viktor uses this to prod his tongue in between the boy’s lips. Your arousal was growing with each noise they mustered out. Voices turned you on, what can you say? 

Well, boys whimpering did. You loved a man in distress. 

“Alright, alright, I’m getting jealous.” You pull them apart. “I want you both butt booty naked and kneeling before me.” You take off your shirt, Jayce gives you a look and you give one back. “I said what I said.” You roll your eyes as he goes straight to your bare chest. “Just kidding, I do want you to undress though.” You press your pointer fingers together, pretending to act shy. “Ew, that cringed me out.” You wave your hands out in disgust with yourself. 

The two laugh at you, Jayce doing as told though, throwing his shirt off with ease. Having to stand up to unbuckle his pants. You turn to Viktor who was slipping his sweatpants off but leaving his boxers. 

“Awe, the one’s I gifted you for your birthday!” You coo, your face was littered over the boxers, a little comment bubble pointed toward the crotch that said: “I fuck this dick every noight!” 

“Only ones cleaned.” He mumbles. Partially lying. They were the first ones he spotted when he thought the house was under attack. Not wanting to confront the robber wearing only a towel like you. “Sure.” You kiss him roughly. You get up from your spot and peel your shorts off, not wearing panties like you said. “Man, two dicks. All to myself.” Your tongue drags over your teeth. Jayce does what Viktor did, leaving only his boxers on. 

“Sit down, I need to plan what I’m going to do.” You faintly push the bigger man beside your boyfriend. You stand over them, naked, leaving nothing to the imagination. Jayce’s cock was throbbing against the tight fabric. Chambering him. 

Viktor was just as hard, needing to feel some sort of friction before he goes crazy. 

You then suddenly climb onto Jayce’s lap, kissing him before he can even process what’s happening. His hands on either side of him. You press your heated core against his member, grinding against him like a bitch in heat. Viktor helps out, directing his hands to your ass. “Squeeze it, she likes it.” He encourages, Jayce listens and you moan, pressing down harder on his cock. 

Earning a groan from him as well. Your tongues battle for domination. Surprisingly you lose, Jayce exploring the inside of your mouth as you were humping onto him. Viktor had pulled his boxers down, his dick springing out and slapping against his lower stomach. Dribbling spit onto his tip to use it as lube. 

Jayce’s eye peeks open, seeing it happen. His dick twitches against you. Closing the eye once again, smacking your ass and drawing you closer. You let out a small yelp, not expecting it from him. Jayce was going to retreat to apologize but you don’t let him. Almost to motivate him to do it again. 

Your wetness soaks the clothing over his girthy genitals. 

As you pull back, a string of saliva holds onto both of your lips and you grin at the nasty sight. You then look at your boyfriend. “You feel left out?” You pout, pulling him into a kiss. “Mhm…” He pumps his dick into his fist and you relish the vulnerable look he wears. “Sorry baby.” You muster against his lips. 

“Want to eat me out while I suck his pretty cock, hm?” You ask, still planted onto Jayce’s muscle, meaty lap. “Of course.” He nods his head for you, his eyes dark with lust. He was a munch for you. He loved making you cum over and over again all over his face. 

Now there you were, back arched, choking on Jayce’s girth master of a dick. Viktor behind you, slurping up all your juices that your pussy gifts upon him. Eating you out like a starved man. His swollen thumb teasing your muscled ring right above or normally below your pussy. 

Your hands gripped onto Jayce’s thighs as your head bobbed up and down on him. Attempting to take him all the way down each time. Jayce watched both of you, how you were so focused on his pleasure and Viktor seemed like he was doing it out of his own. Hearing Viktor whine and mewling into your sopping cunt. 

Your nails pressing into Jayce every now and then when you begin to gag on his length. “You’re ‘s good at this, ‘s good!” Jayce praises you, his hand going to your hair, moving it out of the way for you. Your eyes meet with his. You smile, now your attention grasping at his angry leaking tip. Hollowing out your cheeks as you suck it. His mouth gapes, his hips rutting up to where you have to shove him back down. “F-fuck!” He cries out, you were insanely good at this. Your tongue swirled and swiped at the mushroom top. One of your hands now squeezes his base, twisting and turning up and down. 

“H-holy shit! ‘M gonna… slow down!” He yowls, it was intense. Out of nowhere. 

Viktor breathes on your pussy as he stops to watch what technique you were doing to your shared friend. He hums at it. Good one. He goes back to your core, ambushing your clit. 

His lips latched and locked with your folds and your legs were starting to shake. Even he had to hump himself into the edge of the couch. Hearing everything going on in the room. He had to relieve himself somehow. 

You push your ass back on your boyfriend’s face. His nose is deliberately in your hole as his tongue works on your nub. Your free hand spreads your ass cheek allowing a different feeling to erupt in your stomach.

Your mouth paused for a quick second before continuing. “Gonna cum, pretty.” He grunts, struggling to keep his pelvis in place knowing he was just going to get knocked back down on the cushion. You let out a small noise, encouraging him to let go. His breathing was ragged and out of order. His chest heaving up and down. 

Ropes of the velvety white liquid shooting in your mouth, you fully sheath the cock inside, hitting the back of your throat so you’d have no choice but swallow what was given to you. He felt his tip being gulped down as well with the motion of your throat. He puffed out, his muscles getting to relax now. 

“Goood boy…” You grin up at him, letting his soft flaccid dick fall against his skin. His head laid on the arm of the sofa, closing his eyes. It wasn’t for long though as he lifts himself back up to watch Viktor going to town on your pussy. His hands holding onto your thighs. Your face hiding into the cushion as you let out little, “hah’s” and “fuck’s” sneaking his name in there as well. 

Jayce’s dick was already starting to grow hard once again. 

“Vik ‘most there, pleeeaasee.” You sob, clawing at the fabric underneath you. Viktor’s tongue repeatedly licking at your clit, his bottom lip hitting it as well each time he closed his mouth before re-opening, keeping this motion. His nose also causes gratification for you. Your muscles tremble, stomach tightening and recoiling as your first orgasm of the day hits you. “A-amazing, f-fuuuck! ‘Love you ‘s much, vikkie.” You hiccup, toes curling and your thighs accidentally squeezing close as your pussy squirts, sputtering out juices all into Viktor’s mouth. Swallowing it all gone. Even licking you clean afterwards. 

He finally shrinks back, sitting on his left calf with half-lidded eyes and messed up hair. His mouth coaxed with you all over. You lay there for a moment, taking a breather. You gather your energy, sitting up on your knees. “That was- so hot!” You clap your hands happily. Jayce nods his head in agreement. “Your mouth is really intense, [Name].” He holds his dick in his hand like it was a gentle being. 

You snicker, giving yourself a pat on the back at the compliment. “Thank you, I practice everyday.” You then wink over to your boyfriend whose face flushes. “Now, I need to give my baby some attention.” You crawl over to said boyfriend. Pushing him to lay fully on the couch. “Gonna fuck you, soooo good.” You tell him as you straddle his hips.

You grab hold of his leaky cock, it was covered in precum making your hand all sticky. You lowered yourself onto him, your wall fluttering over his inches. “Sooo good!” Your eyes roll into the back of your head. You could never grow tired of his dick. So perfect for your cunt. 

Your hands go to the top of his chest as you fuck yourself on him. Bouncing up and down, one foot planted on the ground as the other is on the couch. Your knee bent near your chest. You had a shorter sofa so it worked beautifully. Your boobs jiggle in front of his face, his lips perfectly latching onto one. 

You hover over his face, watching him suck on your nipple like milk was actually able to come out. You grinned down at him only to ruin his fun by sitting back up, bringing your leg back up on the couch, both knees bent and you held onto them as you widen your stance. Rolling your hips back and forth. 

For a moment you truly forgot Jayce was behind you, watching you fuck yourself on your boyfriend like a slut. “Hah- you’ll get your ch-chance soon, promise~” You look back at him after hearing him grumble something under his breath. 

You keep your position for as long as you possibly could but the straining in your thigh muscles were starting to bother you. You fall to your knees, well adjust yourself. Still keeping Viktor’s dick deep inside you. He pushes himself into a sitting position, you pant against his chest. Holding onto him. “Sorry, one second.” You tell him, perking your ass out a little bit, trying to make yourself more comfortable. 

Jayce was getting impatient now. Having to be a bystander to all the fun the two of you were doing. Without warning he spreads your ass cheeks, you snap back at him. “Huh?” Your eyes were wide. “I need to fuck you.” He admits, no shame though. His dick spurting out precum. Twitching at you as you stared down at it. 

“Okay.” You say, lifting yourself off of Viktor who starts to whine but you shush him. “I have an idea.” You whisper, turning around, sinking back down on your boyfriend's length. You sit down on Viktor, leaning fully back against his chest. “Are you comfortable like this?” You quietly ask him to which he nods, grabbing at your thighs as he understands what you’re doing. 

Your ankles now in the air, and one of your hands traveled down to your pussy, spreading your lips, showcasing everything. “C’mon then.” You smack your own cunt, your fingers brushing against Viktor’s base. He flinches at the touch. Jayce ogles at your already full hole. Wondering how this was going to work. How he was going to fit with Viktor. Instead of taking too long he presses his tip at the top of your hole right on top of his buddy’s dick steadily, painfully slowly pushing himself in. You grit your teeth together, feeling the stretch.  

“Fuckfuckfuckfuck…” You mutter, grabbing onto your boyfriend’s wrists that held your legs up. “Are you okay?” He stops himself mid-way. “Keep going.” You bleat. 

As he’s fully inside you make both of them stay very still. “So full! Holy shit!” You squeal, gawking down at your magical pussy that encased two rather plump cocks. “I’m going to cum if you move at all.” You stare up at Jayce with worried eyes. “Are you sure this is okay?” It was his turn to ask for consent and you nod your head. “I’ll be fine, I just need to adapt.” You huff, leaning your head back for a moment. 

“Okay-” And right at the word Jayce was pumping himself in and out of you. It wasn’t what you were going to say but at this point you weren’t going to stop him as you shrill out, clinging onto Viktor. Viktor’s face hides in your shoulder at the feeling of Jayce’s cock rubbing against his own. “Fuck, so tight.” Jayce grumbles, pistoning in and out of you. 

You let out nonsense babbles, wanting to cry at the sheer pleasure you feel. It was nothing like you’ve ever felt. “Doin so so so good, love.” Viktor tells you, kissing your sweaty skin. Looking over you to watch Jayce’s thrusts. 

Jayce’s mouth wide open as he’s relentless fucking you. 

“How does it feel?” Viktor asks and you shake your head. “I- d-d- Fuck!” You tremble, not able to speak. Your pussy squirts juices onto their dicks, making a mess all over them. 

Jayce only keeps focus on his dick rummaging into you like a meekly little fuck doll. Viktor’s veins add extra fulfillment for him. His brain was mush as all he focused on was getting the three of you to cum. 

“Need you to cum, both of you!” He grunts, pulling you into a kiss before retreating and doing the same to Viktor. Both sloppy and careless. “Almost there!” Viktor whines in response. “Mhm~ m-me… shhhii-” You babbled, not making any sense but they both understood. Jayce’s thumb goes to your clit, the palm of his hand holding onto your lower stomach. Rubbing your nub vigorously, instantly sending you over. Your cunt gushes, outflowing clear fluid drastically. Your pussy pulsating and screaming at the pleasure it’s receiving. You sob, tears streaming down your face as Jayce is still unyielding away from you. 

Sending shock waves through you as your legs shudder and tremble. Viktor crashes next, his thick semen entering you in such a deep manner as it was tucked right against your walls. His tip pushing onto your gummy mushy spot. 

Jayce didn’t stop, his hips ferocious and neverending as he raced to his own high. Overstimulating the both of you. 

His thrusts were finally growing sloppy and slow, his pants were hefty and loud. Full of whines and low grunts all the same time. Finishing inside you, all three of your cum mixing with one another. He easily slips out, your pussy cries at the sudden emptiness, now only having Viktor. 

All your fluids trickled over his cock, pooling onto his pelvis. Jayce was mesmerized. 

The two of you were completely fucked out. Holding onto one another. You lay your legs down slowly but stayed on Viktor. “Jayce… you’re one hell of a- fuck.” You heave out, clutching your chest. “Sorry, I kinda got ahead of myself.” He rubs the back of his neck sheepishly. 

“Kinda?” Viktor deadpans. 

“I’m sorry!” He pouts. 

“It’s fine, it was so worth it.” You give a lopsided grin, tiredly staring up at the ceiling. 

Jayce helps you off of Viktor, all the juices flowing down your thighs leaving you to feel utterly dirty. “Let’s get you two cleaned up.” He announces, heading to your guy's shower and starting it. You glance back to your boyfriend who was covering his eyes with his forearm. “I can’t walk.” You tell him, your legs shaking as you stand there. He snorts at you, sitting up. Letting your guys’ cum spill onto the couch. It was a good thing you had covers on it. 

You were definitely going to have to deep clean it. Maybe get new covers. 

Jayce comes back, watching the both of you wobble like newborn giraffes. “Maybe I did go a little too hard.” He frowns, picking you up bridal style. “Stay here Vik, I’ll be back.” He promises your boyfriend who was too exhausted to not listen.

[anjee0]

—𝐔𝐧𝐝𝐞𝐧𝐢𝐚𝐛𝐥𝐞 °❀⋆.ೃ࿔*:･

pairing - female!reader x eminem

description - you and marshall are just friends with benefits, nothing more. when you get a boyfriend, and break the deal with marshall, you start to wonder who you really have feelings for.

warnings - smut, implied smut, oral sex (f receiving), light angst, Y/n is not the best gf, fluff

word count - 3.7k

“Oh, fuck.” You moaned with pleasure as you felt a sensation of euphoria rake over you.

Marshall collapsed on top of your body and exhaled heavily. He buried his face into your neck, inhaling your scent. “Mmm,” he hummed. “So good for me.”

You ran your fingers through his hair and held him close. Despite the tension between you two, it would never be anything romantic. You two were just best friends with benefits, and nothing more. You don’t know why you both did it, it broke so many rules. Like your rule of strictly not getting with your friends like Marshall. Or his rule of not getting with younger women like you. You both agreed that when the other started dating, the deal would be off, and you’d go back to being regular friends.

“Me and my friends are hitting a club tonight." You said, still running your delicate fingers through his hair. “Get some drinks, have fun,” You paused. “Maybe find a cute guy.”

Marshall hummed into your neck, his beard scratching against your neck softly. “Sounds fun. When are you leaving?”

“Just a few hours. Shouldn’t be too long.”

“Well I hope you have a good time.”

“Thanks.” You quietly said.

“Can we stay like this for a bit?”

“Sure.”

It was quite rare for Marshall wanting to embrace you afterwards, but you still took the offer anyway, feeling a deep sense of comfort within him.

You eventually headed back home, as you had to get ready for the club. You put on a tight black mini dress that revealed your legs and showed a hint of your cleavage. You did your hair and makeup and looked at yourself in the mirror, feeling absolutely stunning and confident.

You took a quick mirror selfie and sent it to your friends that you were attending the club with. You stared at the picture for a few seconds before deciding to send it to Marshall. Your thumb hovered over the send button before clicking it, allowing the picture to be sent to him.

It only took a minute or two for Marshall to respond. He sent you a picture of himself. He was wearing baggy sweatpants and a tank top. He was flexing one of his arms, a cunning smirk plastered on his face. He sent an additional message to you too, You look hot. Call me if you need anything.

You felt a soft pulse in your core which you tried your best to ignore. You couldn’t help but stare and admire the picture he sent you. The tank top exposed his large biceps that were inked with tattoos. His sweatpants hung loosely on his waist, slightly teasing his boxers. You bit your lip before replying to the picture: u look perfect. Already making me horny. I’ll call u xx

At that moment, one of your friends texted you, telling you she was outside. You turned off your phone and placed it in your mini purse before leaving the house.

You reached the club with your friends, Rosa and Julie, determined and excited to have a great time. The club was lit up with neon lights with rave music being blasted through speakers. People were on the dance floor, dancing, grinding, kissing and whatnot. A bar was placed in the club, displaying a wide variety of drinks that you would be determined to drink.

“Okay, so besides having the night of our life,” Rosa said. “We need to finally find Y/n a man.”

Julie giggled and lightly nudged Y/n. “I swear if you don’t walk out of here with a guy, we will be devastated.

You rolled your eyes playfully as you linked arms with them. “I do not need a cute guy. All I need is a good night out with my girls.”

The night was absolutely intense. It started with the three of you downing shots of any drinks that satisfied you, then eventually led to the three of you getting on the dance floor and laughing as you embraced each other through the music. The neon lights flashed all around you, the music becoming muffled and quieter in your head. You felt dizzy and knew you had to take a break for a while. You excused yourself before sitting at the bar and opening your phone.

You were quickly interrupted by a man’s voice: “You all alone?” You looked up and were met with a man, perhaps around your age, he was tall, handsome and had a charming smirk on his face. He sat down on the barstool next to you, still maintaining eye contact.

“I’m with my friends,” you replied. “I got a bit tired so I’m just sitting down.”

“I’m Ezra,” he took his hand for you to shake, which you did, “And you?”

“Y/n.”

“Pretty name for a pretty girl.”

You looked down, trying to hide the dumb smile that had appeared on your face as you felt your face heating up with blush. You looked up at him again. “Thanks.”

“So, you got a boyfriend?”

“Nope, I’m single.”

He licked his lips and kissed his teeth. “Good to know.” His eyes trailed down your body, admiring every inch of you. “I know you’re tired, but would you care to dance?” he asked as he offered you his hand.

“Well I guess I’m not that tired,” you replied with a smirk as you placed your hand in his.

He took you to the dance floor where he held you close to him, leaving no space between the two of you. He placed his hands on your waist as he guided you carefully through the beat of the song. Ezra spun you around so your back was pressed flush against his body. You could feel his crotch right on your ass as you started to grind against him. He leaned forward, wanting to hear the soft whimpers that escaped your lips. His hands trailed to the sides of your ass, helping you grind against him harder.

“Well shit,” he groaned. “Definitely was not expecting this.”

“Should I stop?” You asked.

“Oh no, keep going. I’m enjoying it.”

As the night continued, you and Ezra stayed close to each other, dancing, drinking, grinding, sharing sloppy but seductive kisses. Rosa and Julie watched from afar, as they giggled and teased, but felt happy that you were at least talking to someone. By the time the night had ended, Ezra had given you his number and you agreed to meet up next week at a cafe.

When you reached home, you were quick to change out of your clothes and wash all your makeup off. As you snuggled yourself in the sheets, you took your phone out and texted a simple ‘heyy’ to Ezra. You noticed you had a few missed calls from Marshall as well followed by a few texts of him asking you if you were okay. You rolled your eyes and smirked as you decided to call him.

He immediately picked up, his voice instantly cutting through. “Hey, are you okay?” he asked, slightly worried.

“Calm down, Marshall. I’m fine.”

He let out an exhale of relief. “Good. Did you enjoy your time?”

“Yeah, actually. I met a guy.”

A brief pause happened on the other line before he spoke up again. “That’s nice. What’s his name?”

“His name’s Ezra. He’s really cute.”

“You had a good time with him? He was nice?”

You chuckled at Marshall’s protective nature. “Yes in fact, we just spent the whole night grinding on each other and kissing.”

“Didn’t ask for details.”

“My bad. Anyway, we’re going on a date next week to a cafe.”

“Sounds nice…” He sighed softly through his nose before speaking once again. “Does this mean that our deal is off?”

You paused at the sudden question, that wasn’t really something that had crossed your mind. “I guess it is. I mean if it doesn’t work out, we can go back… right?”

“Yeah, of course.”

Neither of you said anything as you both shared an indescribable silence. The air felt weird. After months of this deal, it was off. You didn’t know how to feel about it, a range of mixed feelings stirring in your mind. “Well, it’s pretty late. I’m gonna head to bed now.”

“Alright. Goodnight.”

Next week, it was your date with Ezra. You decided to wear a cute spring dress, a white one dotted with yellow flowers. You wore your hair in a half up-half down and tied a yellow ribbon in it. You paired it with some white shoes and wore light makeup.

A chime was heard from your phone as you did some finishing touches to your makeup. It was a text from Marshall.

Hey. How you doing?

You smiled softly at the screen before typing away.

Hey. How are you doing? - M

I’m good, you? - You

Just chillin, nearly ready for your date? - M

Yup! - You

I’m all ready, actually - You

Nice. Can I see please? - M

You chuckled at the odd politeness he had when texting you. You sent him a picture of the outfit. He replied with a quick voice note, stating how cute you looked in your dress. You two continued to text each other back and forth, ever so slightly flirting with each other in a playful manner.

Eventually, you had to go, as Ezra had pulled up outside your house. You got in the car and were greeted with that same charming smile.

“Hey, Y/n. You look gorgeous.” Ezra said.

“Thanks Ezra. You look great.” You said as you put your seatbelt on.

When you got to the cafe, you both settled down at a booth and took your order quickly. While waiting for the food to arrive, the two of you made some small talk. You were unsure how, but at some point of the conversation, you started talking about Marshall.

“He’s really sweet, we’ve known each other for a while now.” You rambled. “I mean, gosh, I don’t know what I would do without him.”

“He sounds like a nice guy.” Ezra replied hesitantly.

You furrowed your eyebrows slightly at his response, only to remember you were on a date with a guy and you were talking about another man. “Oh, shit. I’m so sorry. Talking about another guy on the first date isn't really a good idea huh?”

“Mhm,” he replied, nodding slightly. “But, it’s fine. I completely understand.”

The food eventually arrived which you certainly enjoyed. Your hot chocolate was sweet and creamy and the croissant you ordered was soft and delicate. After the cafe, you two took a stroll in the park, having a quiet conversation amongst yourselves.

When the date ended, Ezra dropped you off at your house, with another date arranged. As soon as you entered your house, you could only start giggling to yourself as you thought about the date you just had. Butterflies arose in your stomach, making you feel absolutely ecstatic.

You immediately called Marshall, telling him every detail of the date, except the part when you were talking non-stop about him. He sounded happy for you, proud to know that you’d finally found someone that could be a possible future partner.

As the weeks progressed, you continued to go on dates with Ezra. You two grew more fond of each other and felt more comfortable around each other. Throughout your dates, you would constantly flirt with each other every chance you got. And eventually, he asked you to be his girlfriend, in which you happily accepted.

But as the time went by of you and Ezra spending your moments together, wrapped up in affection, you started talking to Marshall less. You would drop the occasional text message, a quick call informing him about everything in your life, but other than that— nothing. You found yourself replacing the frequent trips to his house with practically living at Ezra’s. And although, yes, he was your boyfriend now, you couldn’t help but feel guilty for losing your frequent contact with Marshall.

Months had progressed in your relationship, and you and Ezra were going off strong. Always going on dates, constant affection, and somewhere along the way, you two had grown enough trust with each other to start engaging in more sexual activities.

You arched your back and let out a small moan as you felt Ezra’s tongue on your core. You ran your fingers through his hair, as you squirmed at his touch. You felt so close to your climax, as you urged him to carry on. When you finally came undone, you made the worst mistake of your life.

“Marshall,” you moaned quietly under your breath, but apparently not quiet enough for Ezra to not hear.

The air stilled, the tension in the room grew thick. You felt Ezra move away from you as he stood up, a disappointed expression etched on his face. You sat up, and quickly put your pants on, feeling a wave of embarrassment wash over you.

“What the fuck, Y/n? You fucking other guys behind my back?” Ezra asked, anger booming in his voice.

“Wait, Ezra, please let me explain.” You said, as you approached him.

He refused to look you in the eyes, his brows were furrowed and his eyes were full of anger. “You better make it quick.”

“You cupped his face and gently turned his head to make him look at you. “Ezra,” You swallowed. “Sit down.”

As you both sat down, creating a small dip in the bed, you took notice of the hurt in his eyes, as he looked down on the floor. A pang of guilt hit you. You slowly threaded your fingers in and squeezed his hand. “Ezra… Me and Marshall used to be… friends with benefits.”

He suddenly snapped his head to turn you. “You what?”

“It was only a few months. And we both agreed that if we ever found someone, we would close the deal.”

“So how long did it take you to realise you wanted to call the deal off?”

“I told him the night we met.”

He furrowed his eyebrows, a glint of confusion shining in his eyes. “Really? You’re not lying?”

You shook your head. “I really liked you the moment we met. I knew I had to call the deal off.”

Ezra relaxed as his shoulders sagged. He nodded. His lips were still in a stiff line, not picking up at the corners to smile.

“And I promise,” you said, “That I’ll try not let it get in the way of us ever again. I care about you so much.”

“Alright, well, I appreciate you telling me the truth. But I think I might just need some time to myself.”

“That’s perfectly fine. Take the time you need.”

Within two weeks, the awkward situation was forgotten about between you and Ezra. However, guilt was still seeping within you. You both were curled up on the couch, watching a movie when your phone lit up and let out a notification sound. You checked it and saw Marshall’s name in a text message notification on your phone screen.

“Who is it?” Ezra asked.

“Marshall…”

A thick silence stretched between the two of you. Although the altercation from 2 weeks ago was forgotten about, it certainly was awkward if Marshall was ever mentioned.

“Well, uh. I think you should reply then.” Ezra replied.

You opened the message app, and was greeted with Marshall’s text messages:

Hey.

I’m having a party at mine next week.

Wanna come?

Ezra can come too.

“He’s having a party next week, and he wants us to come.” You said.

“Both of us?”

You nodded silently.

“Alright, then. Sounds good to me.”

Next week, it was the party. You showed up wearing a silky, fitted red dress with a slit. Whilst Ezra went out to find a decent parking spot, you decided to enter the house. Marshall immediately greeted you, with that smile you felt like was only reserved for you.

“Hey…” He paused, as his eyes travelled down your body, lingering for longer than you thought they should’ve. “You look…Gosh you look beautiful. Where’s Ezra?”

You felt your cheeks uncontrollably heating up at the compliment. You felt guilt simmering in your stomach, but you couldn’t stop smiling so much. “Thanks Marsh. Ezra’s just parking the car.”

And at perfect timing, Ezra appeared, his hand gripping your waist. It wasn’t restraining, but firm, as if he was trying to ground himself on you. “Marshall,” he acknowledged, shaking his hand. “Nice to finally meet you.”

“Nice to meet you too.”

At that moment, a gorgeous blonde woman approached Marshall, as she placed her hand on his shoulder. “Hey Marsh.” she said.

You furrowed your brows in confusion. Was Marshall dating? He never mentioned it.

All of a sudden, she kissed his cheek.

You felt your stomach drop, and your heart beating quicker. Who was this woman? You weren’t jealous, just surprised that he didn’t tell you.

“Y/n, Ezra, this is Chloe.” He looked at her, an indescribable expression on his face. “She’s a friend of mine.” He looked away and made a subtle second of eye contact with you.

“Nice to meet you Chloe. I’m Y/n, this is my boyfriend Ezra.”

“It’s great to meet you guys.” You felt a pang of guilt hitting you. She seemed so sweet and innocent, you had a boyfriend for fucks sake. Why were you feeling like this?

As the night continued, you stayed close to Ezra, the grip on his waist never letting go. His grip started to feel empty, with no emotion or stability behind it. Just a mere hand placed on your waist feigning a meaning, when really there was none. Your eyes couldn’t help but dart to Marshall and Chloe across the room. They were either always talking with each other and laughing, or stomach-twistingly close to each other. Ezra must’ve noticed as he constantly tried to pull you closer to him, a silent nudge telling you stop.

The car ride back home felt difficult. The tension was obvious, and it was thick in the air— almost restraining. Ezra’s jaw was tight, his hands gripped the steering wheel as his knuckles became white.

You decide to talk, to lift up the tension in the room. “It was a nice party, huh-”

“We should stop.” Ezra’s voice cut through your sentence like a sharp blade, making it end abruptly.

You snapped your head to him, your stomach dropping. Your eyes widened as your chest felt tight. “What do you mean?”

“Y/n, it is so obvious that you have feelings for Marshall.”

You laughed in disbelief. “And what makes you think that?”

“Well first, the whole friends with benefits thing. I mean you can’t have sex with someone for a few months like that and not expect to capture feelings. And even months after you ended that deal with him, you still said his name two weeks ago. Even tonight. I saw how your face dropped when Chloe kissed him. I could see you staring at them both non-stop.”

You sighed, searching your mind for a good response, only to realise he was telling the truth. When you turned your head to look back at the road, you felt tears welling at the back of your eyes. You quickly blinked them away. You had no right to be crying right now. You were breaking Ezra’s heart.

“I’m sorry, Ezra.”

He stayed basked in silence, his eyes fixated on the road ahead. “You should talk to him.”

You nodded, looking out the window, staring at your own reflection, as you listened closely to the sounds of your anxious heart pumping in your chest.

When you reached home, you stood at the steps of your door and looked behind one last time, catching a glimpse of Ezra’s face in the window before he left. You wondered if that was the last time you’d see him again.

As soon as you entered your house and closed the door behind you, you took your phone out and called Marshall. One ring. Two rings. 3 rings.

“Hey Y/n.”

His voice was soothing and comforting in such times of distress and discomfort. “Marshall…”

He could immediately sense something was wrong from the dejected tone of your voice. “Everything okay?”

You paused. “Ezra broke up with me.”

“What? Like right now?” His voice was laced with confusion and you could hear some hints of fury as well.

“But it’s my fault Marshall.”

His voice became softer. “How so?”

“I should’ve known better than to be in a relationship when I was already in love with someone else.”

“You’re in love with-” he stopped his sentence halfway and paused. “Who?”

“You…” you said quietly, hoping he couldn’t hear.

“Me?” Yeah, he heard that.

“Yes.”

All of a sudden the other line was cut. You looked at your phone to see he had hung up.

Shit.

You messed it up. You messed up one of your closest friendships you’d ever had. You’d messed up years of trust and respect that was built between the two of you, only for it to come tumbling down in a one minute phone call.

What felt like an eternity, but only a few minutes had passed. A knock was heard on the front door. Who would be here at this time? You opened the door and saw Marshall standing in front of you. His eyes were soft, his lips curled up into a small smile.

“Marshall?”

He didn’t even respond, just came in, closed the door and pressed a gentle kiss to your lips. It wasn’t rushed or hungry, but soft and delicate. He was pouring out all his emotions into that one kiss, as he cupped your face and pulled you in more.

He pulled away and his eyes met yours. He didn’t have to say anything. Because you knew right away, and he knew that too. You didn’t know what to say either. And that was fine. So you just hugged him tight and buried your cheek into his chest. He ran his fingers through your hair as you tried to match your breathing with his.

No words had to be said, you both knew the love you both felt for each other was undeniable.

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Promise? Promise. | Jeong Jaehyun

genre: smut | word count: 3.9k | deadly sins series | m.list navi warnings: nonidol!jaehyun, tatted!reader, afab!reader, pet names (baby, my girl), needy jaehyun, use of sex toys, phone sex, sharing explicit photos, video sex, smut, a little fluffy summary: jaehyun so desperately wants you, only to remember you’re far away from him, so he settles for some long distance phone sex. | deadly sin: lust a/n: part of the deadly sins series. read part two: the sweetest hello

Never in your wildest dreams, you’d be sending suggestive photos of yourself to a man you’ve never met, in person at least, that lives on the opposite side of the world from you. Everything that you’re doing goes against your best judgement, but you did not care. 

You tilt your head to the right, then the left, then the right again while analyzing the lingerie set you bought earlier that day. Eyes scanning the way the lace perfectly lays against your skin, the color complimenting your undertone, and how the cut flatters your body oh so well before turning to the side, slightly twisting your body to admire your ass. You give yourself an approving nod, taking pride in the set you chose yourself. 

Your text tone pulls you out of your thoughts and a smile pulls your lips after seeing who it’s from. 

jaehyun: i missed you today jaehyun: think we can talk tonight?

Your thumb hovers over your phone’s keyboard, thinking about what you should reply. Thinking on your feet, you snap a quick picture posing suggestively for the shot — you angle your mirror to face your bed, positioning yourself in view of your reflection. Your knees slightly part against your mattress and you lean forward a bit, ensuring your phone covers your face as you take a couple of photos. You reopen your messaging app, sending the best photo you took.

you: sure, feel free to call me when you can

Within seconds, you receive a new text. 

jaehyun: is that new?  you: yeah, i bought it today. you: what do you think? jaehyun: i might need a few more angles to come up with a solid opinion jaehyun: one thing is for sure though jaehyun: i want you jaehyun: so fucking badly

You giggle at his multiple messages sent back to back. You quickly shoot a couple more photos, multiple shots in semi compromising positions you remember Jaehyun saying he really enjoyed. Feeling confident in yourself, you choose your best photos once more, sending four more photos for him to add to his spank bank.

you: i really like it you: i think it’s very pretty jaehyun: i need to call you jaehyun: now jaehyun: please

Before you could reply, your phone screen lights up with Jaehyun’s contact information and cute little pouty photo he took and sent you when you took a little too long calling him one night.

“You’re a little impatient, aren’t you?” You giggle softly, hearing a door lock on his end of the line. 

You feel him smile over the phone, his voice slightly echoing on his end. “I can’t help it.” 

“Where are you?” You ask as you trace your finger against the waistband of your underwear. “Doesn’t sound like you’re home.”

“I’m not.” His voice lingers with a hint of urgency, his breathing slightly rattled and you hear the echoes of his belt buckle being undone. “I’m in a restroom. I have to be quick, my friends are waiting.” 

“Hm, you’re gonna use me to get you off and then leave me?” Your bottom lip juts out, letting out a small whimper that always sends Jaehyun into a frenzy.

“No, of course not baby,” he breathes, “Those pictures, fuck, I — I promise to call you when I get home. I want to see you. I need to see you. But right now, I need to hear you, please.” His begging ignites something in the pit of your stomach, aroused by the breathy sounds he makes. 

You slide your fingers under the fabric covering your core. “Promise?” 

“I promise,” his voice low and raspy, before he inhales sharply. “Think you can touch yourself for me?”

You smile against your phone. “Already am,” you let out. “I’m really wet,” you softly giggle, tracing circles around your sweet nub. 

A low groan escapes Jaehyun's lips. The sound of his hand slicking up and down his shaft is very prominent, the sound so enticing you let out a small moan. 

“Should I stick a finger inside?” You wonder aloud, waiting patiently for his directions. 

“Fuck,” Jaehyun growls, “please do.” He pumps his erection faster, aroused by the thoughts of your fingers dipping in and out of you.

“I wish they were yours,” you pout, your dainty fingers gently moving against your wet velvety walls. 

“You have no idea how much I want that,” Jaehyun sighs, throwing his head back against the wall he’s pressed against. He twists his tip before returning to pumping himself. “Until then, fuck yourself with your fingers baby. Tell me how good it feels.” His voice is so low and raspy, you find it incredibly hot how needy and desperate he is to touch himself while thinking of you. 

“It feels so good, Jaehyun.” You groan, penetrating your finger deeper inside of you. “I’m so wet and it’s so warm.” 

“Fuck,” Jaehyun grunts. “Faster. Fuck yourself faster.”

His breathing turns rapid and you hear him sharply inhale. Your eyes shut, taking in the lewd noises you’re making that’s mixed with the sounds Jaehyun lets out every time his imagination gets the best of him. You do as he says, before opting out to rub circles on your clit knowing it’ll make you release faster. 

“Jaehyun,” you whimper. “Harder.” 

He takes his bottom lip between his teeth, biting back the groan he so desperately wants to let out. He loves the way you call out for him as you touch yourself. He does as you say, tightening his grip around his cock, pumping his hand all the way down to the base of his shaft as he imagines bottoming out inside of you. 

You press down onto your clit, picking up the pace ever so slightly to reach your high. A string of breathy mumbles leave your lips, imagining how good Jaehyun would feel inside of you. Your walls begin to pulse and your back begins to arch. Your hand doesn’t falter and Jaehyun’s sounds help you chase ecstasy. As your pace increases, so does his. His pathetic whimpers are music to your ears.

“God, Jaehyun,” you gasp. “I’m gonna come!” 

“Shit, me too,” he croaks. 

A jolt of pleasure runs through your body; your thighs tremble and your toes curl. “I’m coming,” you cry out, rubbing yourself until you ride out your high. 

Jaehyun doesn’t say a word, instead, you hear him groan and gasp into the phone. Strings of white ropes spurt out of his tip and onto his long fingers. Both your bodies go limp — you sink into your mattress and he leans into the restroom wall to hold him up. 

“Damn,” he laughs, causing you to let out a giggle as well. “Hold on, I gotta clean myself up.”

He places his phone on the counter as he tears a bunch of toilet paper from its dispenser to wipe his release off his fingers and his tip. You hear a rush of water indicating hand washing on his end. 

Soon enough, you’re greeted by Jaehyun once again. “You’re not going out tonight, right?” He asks you, unlocking the restroom door. A wave of chatter fills your phone, clearly telling you that he’s going back to his friends. 

“That depends if you’re going to call me later,” you mumble, trying to steady your breathing.

Jaehyun chuckles and all you can imagine is his dimpled smile. “I made a promise, right?” He lets out, sharply inhaling. 

“You did.”

“So I intend on keeping that promise.” Your heart swells with excitement, a small smile tugs the corners of your lips. “I’ll be home soon.”

You give him a tired hum before hearing his name get called by who you can assume are his friends. “When I call later, make sure you have those gifts I sent you, okay baby?”

Your heart flutters, excited to use the sex toys Jaehyun sent you a couple of weeks back. “Okay,” you happily mumble. “Don’t miss me too much.”

Jaehyun chuckles. “It’s really hard not to,” he smiles. “I’ll keep you updated.” 

And Jaehyun did just that. For the next two hours or so, he texted you with a ton of updates. He even sent you pictures of him and his friends as they walked the streets, eating their favorite street foods and making you slightly envious.

jaehyun: i’m heading home now jaehyun: i’ll call you when i’m inside jaehyun: i hope you have didn’t change out of that set, i can’t wait to see it

You smile at your phone, sending a picture of your point of view as you sit on your bed, back against your headboard. In front of you, you see a small vibrator and a custom dildo — custom to the size and shape of Jaehyun’s cock. Your lace underwear peaks from the edge of the picture, your focus are your legs and feet; looking silky and soft as your overhead light accentuates the smooth texture of your skin. 

A few minutes later, your phone rings — this time, Jaehyun requesting a video call. 

“Hey,” you answer with a smile, Jaehyun already smiling at the sight of you. 

“Hey,” he replies. “How was your day?”

The one thing you appreciate about Jaehyun is the fact that he never forgets to ask about your day. Sure, things between the two of you were sexually tense, but you find him to be one of the sweetest people you’ve been sexually involved with. It always feels like he truly cares about what you have to say, making you feel more like an actual friend to him and not simply someone to help him get off.

“Oh the usual — stressful day at work, so I decided to go shopping afterwards to make myself feel better.”

“Did it work?” Jaehyun chuckles. He places his phone against a water bottle in his room before taking his shirt off then proceeding to pick up the phone again. Pushing his hair back with his long fingers, he shakes his head and it falls back into place. 

“Yeah,” you grin. “I think what I bought is pretty.”

“It is.” Jaehyun licks his lips, his eyes wandering from your eyes down to the lace holding your breasts perfectly in place. “A very pretty girl in very pretty lingerie.” 

Your cheeks rush with heat, shyly smiling at his comment. “How was your day?” You ask, changing the subject quickly. 

“Oh the usual —“ he teases you, his tongue sticking out of the corner of his mouth as he smiles. “Work was brutal, back to back meetings make my brain turn into mush.” You give him a sympathetic pout as he speaks. “Wished I could’ve come home to you, but you’re so far away.” 

Your brows lift in surprise. You move to lay on your stomach, phone propped in front of you, making sure to angle it in a perfect view of your ass for the man you’re talking to. “I’m sorry I’m so far away,” you sigh, resting your chin against the palm of your hand. “Wish I was there with you.” 

A toothy smile creeps onto Jaehyun’s face as he hears your words. “Maybe one day?” 

You eagerly nod, smiling like a teenager in love. 

“Promise?” 

“I promise,” you giggle at his neediness. “How was hanging out with your friends, by the way?”

“The same old stuff,” he shrugs. “They did wonder why I went to the restroom after looking at my phone.” His ears flush a crimson red, thinking back on the memory. 

“What did you say?” 

He lets out an embarrassed laugh. “I mean, I really wanted to tell them why, but I decided not to and just told them I needed to use the restroom.” Jaehyun sits at his work desk in his room, propping his phone on a stack of books ensuring you could see his body. “Not sure if they believed me, but that’s okay. I’ll let their imagination run wild.”

He leans into the backing of his rolling computer chair, looking relaxed in his position. He twisted his chair casually, your eyes catching his well defined body and how good he looked in those grey sweatpants he had on. He wasn’t doing much to excite you, in fact, he was just sitting there telling you about his day and you find the sight of it arousing. 

“By the way,” he lets out, catching your attention. “You were absolutely amazing in the restroom earlier and those pictures, fuck — they look so good. I’d give anything to hear your moans in person.” 

You blush at his compliments, biting down on your bottom lip before hiding your embarrassment. Jaehyun laughs at you, enjoying the sight of you crumbling at his words. He continues to twist his chair, letting out an amused laugh. 

“Can I see what you’re wearing?” A smile never leaves his face, but you see him quickly squeeze his length through his sweatpants. 

You sit on your knees, your screen filled with your body and that perfect little smile you had as you showed off your beautiful set. 

“Turn around,” Jaehyun exhales, eyes locked in on your body. 

You do as he says, showing him how nicely your underwear wraps around your ass cheeks. You bend over to give him a better view in hopes that he’ll think of you in this position as he jerks himself off. 

“Damn,” he mutters under his breath. He shifts in his seat, shamelessly squeezing his length a lot harder this time. “You have a tattoo?” He questions, pausing his movements and moving closer to his phone to get a better view. 

You nod your head, pointing to the little text you have on your lower back. 

“What does it say?” Jaehyun asks, eyes wide at the sight of your small tramp stamp. 

The typewriter font tattoo in the middle of your lower back had been seen only by a handful of people and within those handful of people, only one of them was a partner who was also surprised at the sight of it. Jaehyun would be the second partner to see this tattoo. “It says, unforgettable.” You share, slightly embarrassed at the spur of the moment tattoo you decided to get a few years back. 

“Wow,” Jaehyun lets out, giving you a smirk. “That’s so hot. Any other tattoos you have?” 

You fall back onto your stomach, looking at your propped up phone screen that’s leaning on a bunch of pillows stacked on each other. 

“Yeah, I have one on my inner lip.”

Confused for a second, Jaehyun opens his mouth to speak only for you to pull down your bottom lip, showing him the small text against the inside flesh of your bottom lip reading ‘kiss me.’ 

“Woah,” he breathily lets out. “And here I thought you couldn’t get any hotter. When did you get that?”

“Like a year ago?” 

“I met you a year ago, why didn’t you tell me?”

“You never asked,” you laugh at him as he has a stupidly cute grin on his face. 

“Can you turn around again? I wanna see your back tattoo.” 

You do as he asks, this time moving a little closer to the camera. You sit on your knees, slightly twisting your body to see him admiring your body before a notification of a screenshot pops up on your screen. And another one. And another one. He massages his cock through his pants as he imagines how intoxicating it would be to see you in person. 

“Jaehyun,” you whine, going back to the position you were in earlier. “You’ve been playing with yourself this whole time and haven’t even shown me it. I didn’t even get a picture in the restroom earlier,” you pout. 

“Oh,” he chuckles, smiling at your whines. “I’m so sorry, baby, I forgot to show you what you did to me. Want me to show you, now?” 

You nod your head, excited. 

“Anything for my pretty girl,” he coos, pulling his sweats down to his knees before sitting back down. His cock springs up, hitting against his abs and you eye his tip ending right above his belly button. 

“So,” you smile. “In hopes of seeing you one day,” you sigh happily, grabbing the dildo beside you and placing it between you and the camera. “I’ve been practicing giving head with this beautiful thing.” 

“Yeah?” Jaehyun croaks. “C-Can you show me?” He mumbles as he strokes his long length, already hard from the sight of you. 

You nod, holding your custom dildo at the base with your hand. Your dainty fingers slowly begin to delicately caress its shaft before you let a pool of spit from your lips fall onto the tip of the silicone toy, using your hand to spread your saliva. Jaehyun spits in his hand before following your actions, spreading the saliva against his own shaft. His eyes never leave the sight of you. 

He watches as your lips slowly part upon contact with the tip of your toy. Your head bobs up and down the silicone shaft, your hand spreading the wetness. All Jaehyun could do was watch and imagine — imagine your lips were kissing his reddened tip and your hands moving up and down, sending chills through his body. All he could do was imagine his fingers buried into your hair, guiding you as he bucks his hips up, forcing himself down your throat inch by inch. Sloppy noises heard on your end earns you a low groan from Jaehyun, his free hand running through the root of his hair, his eyes softening at the sight of you and imagining you were there with him. He silently thanked himself for getting you a replica of his own cock so you could use it during occasions like this. 

“Put it in.” He sharply intakes a breath. 

Using the back of your hand to wipe the drool off your lips, you begin to back up from the camera. You push the thin laced fabric aside, exposing your aroused hole. 

“Take it off,” Jaehyun commands, slowly pumping his rigid length, veins popping out angrily. “I wanna see that pretty pussy.” 

His explicit words cause a flush against your skin, exciting your core. You begin to remove your underwear, flicking it aside as it reaches your ankle. You plant your feet against your mattress, thighs wide open as you show your soaking heat to the camera. 

Jaehyun’s jaw drops, his hair a disheveled mess with strands stuck against his glistening forehead. “So fucking pretty,” he mumbles. His hand twists against his cock, squeezing and stroking his hardened length, slowly. 

Grabbing your dildo, you press the silicone tip against your clit before pressing it into you, slowly at first forcing out a satisfied groan from your lips. You begin to bury the toy into your soaking cunt, biting down on your bottom lip, enjoying how your toy filled you up perfectly. 

Jaehyun’s left speechless, enjoying the sight in front of him. He tightens the grip around his length, matching your pace with his. 

Your dildo slides into you ease, watching you fuck yourself through the mirror angled perfectly towards your bed. With your free hand, you grab your tiny vibrator, and place it against your sensitive nub. Jolts of pleasure run through your body and for a quick moment, you forget Jaehyun is watching you. His eyes glued to his phone screen, watching you hungrily, intimately, desperately.

“I wanna be inside of you,” he begs. “Fuck!” 

You smirk at his words. You pump the dildo inside of you, your soft walls swallowing it whole. Your moans gradually get louder, your breathing gets heavier, and sweat beads begin to form against your forehead.

You sit on your knees, your pussy still clenching your dildo as it pushes it deeper as you change your position. Holding it at the base, you ride it while it stays in place during your movements. You place your vibrator against your clit once more. 

“God, Jaehyun, I wish I could ride you,” you whine. Your hips move against your silicone toy while steady vibrations stimulate your pretty little bud, sending nothing but pleasure throughout your body. 

Jaehyun watches your hips grind, a hint of jealousy from a toy. A frustrated growl escapes and he bucks his hips into his hand, imagining he was bucking it into you as you ride him. 

“Faster,” you mutter, frantically grinding your hips. “I want you to come with me.” 

Jaehyun’s lips part slightly before his jaw falls open. Clenching his throbbing cock, he roughly jerks himself letting his imagination run rampant with thoughts of you and only you. 

“Fuck, Jaehyun!” You cry out, a feverish tingle runs through your entire body. “I-I’m com-ing!” Your voice hitches as you gasp in pleasure. 

Jaehyun releases as you call out his name. His velvety white ropes splatter against his abdomen and a liquid mess leaks from his tip onto his fingers. His face flushes a bright pink, clearly exhausted by his movements. He lets out an amused laugh, carefully wiping away his release with the tissues he had on his desk. His forehead glistens with sweat and his hair clings onto his skin before he pushes his hair back right before pulling his sweatpants up. 

You slowly pull your dildo out of you, putting it aside to clean off for next time. Grabbing your underwear, you slide them back on. “Was that okay?” You ask Jaehyun who is illuminated by his computer screen. He frantically types something, eyes scanning the words in front of him. 

“It was perfect.” He smiles at your words, quickly peaking at you before returning to what he was doing. 

“What’re you doing?” You ask, curiously, throwing your blanket over you. 

“I’m looking for flights,” he quickly responds, his fingers aggressively tapping the keys on his computer’s keyboard. 

“Flights?” Grabbing your phone, you rest your head on your pillow. “Where are you planning on going?”

“I’m not going anywhere,” he smirks. “I’m looking for a flight to get your ass here.” 

You laugh at his words. “You’re ridiculous,” you let out, pulling the blanket higher up your body. 

“There’s a flight next month. Send me a picture of your information, I’ll book it for you.” 

“Wait, woah, hold on.” You nervously chuckle. “You’re serious?”

“Yeah?”

“Jaehyun, baby, I can’t just leave — not next month, anyway.”

He pauses, eyes back on his computer screen. He taps and clicks away. “Hm, there’s a flight 3 months from now. Is that enough time to get everything sorted out?” 

“You’re dead serious?” You ask, flustered at the thought of seeing him in person.

“I’ve got everything covered for when you get here,” he smiles. “3 weeks, tops.” 

You sit up in bed, your blanket sliding down your skin as you’re in deep thought. 

“I want to see you,” Jaehyun looks at you through the phone screen, his eyes soft and full of hope that you’ll agree. 

“This is a very expensive booty call,” you lightly chuckle. 

Jaehyun gives you an exaggerated pout. “C’mon, you know it’s not like that. We’ve been talking for over a year. Don’t you think we owe this to ourselves and finally meet in person?” He pauses, scanning your reaction. “Please? I just wanna see my girl.” 

Your heart swells with happiness as you hear your nickname that he’s given you. 

“Fine, I’ll send you my info,” you sigh in defeat, although your smile indicates a tinge of excitement. “After all,” you pause. “I did make a promise.”

[maybe-boys-do-love]

Was thinking today about Cherry Magic Thailand, and all respect to the writing (which deftly navigated the challenging task of adapting a full-on classic) and the rest of the cast and crew, but has any QL series' success hinged so much on a single actor going above and beyond in a performance as Cherry Magic Thailand does on Tay Tawan's portrayal of Karan???

That character could have fallen so detrimentally flat. He is perfection personified. Even after Achi discovers his so-called 'imperfections' (which are just that he sings bad and is crushing extra hard on Achi), the writing doesn't ever let Karan come off his pedestal. He remains put together, impossibly patient, and admirably righteous. His stress in life is that people don't respect his hard work because he's so beautiful! This character, in theory, should not really strike an audience as likeable. The writers could have used the one facet of his family-drama that emerges in the penultimate episode to build a deeper character in the writing, but elect not to even hint at it any earlier in the series.

So much heavy lifting is left to Tay, and the performance is a wonder to behold. Tay Tawan is certainly attractive in the way Karan is supposed to be attractive--fit, tall, handsome--but Tay's face and earnest dorky demeanor are unique in a way that seem far too rare in the influencer era. The breadth of his nose, the goofy joy in his smile, the clownish clumsiness, the nerdiness of his interests (the GMMTV actor most likely to be reposting a popular science article or rare animal sighting): Tay brings all of these elements of himself to bear on the poised idol of Karan, playing all the parts of the romantic hero while letting his own characteristics distill onto it so that the character actually contains valuable tension for the audience between his faultlessness and the slow reveal of his sincerity. That dynamic lies at the core of the show, and it's a less explored one in media, so all the more challenging to do.

But Tay understands the assignment. He goes full-in when Achi hears Karan's inner voice, squealing and talking manically fast (a real-life Tay Tawanism as well as a wonderful connection to Japanese performance styles). Once the characters begin their romance, so much effort is put in to have Karan looking at Achi, not just with love, but with the deepest gratitude. That's what most often had me crying. In fact, it often looked like Karan was on the verge of happy tears, overwhelmed by the fortune to love and be allowed to love Achi.

Being able to appreciate Karan's sincerity opens up an avenue for the audience to care about his challenges that on the surface seem so superficial. Tay is able to take this character's struggle to be taken seriously and make it as worthy and pitiable as any narrative about women in the workplace struggling with that issue, and that's not an easy feat in this day and age. Whether in Karan's affections or disappointments, Tay exhibits such humility and unabashedness in his performance throughout the series, it renders the otherwise familiar messages about the value of the small unappreciated things in the world as enchanted and life-changing.

And incredibly amongst all this, the series REQUIRES by its very title for Karan to have a sex drive, and even that desire threads through Tay's portrayal of the character as he interacts with Achi, maintaining an incredible balance between a fun and dorky excitement about sex and a potent sensuality (it's such a great sex scene when it finally comes).

Tay took a paragon and made him such a fully fleshed-out and realized character. I just can't imagine the series working without such a masterfully crafted performance. The whole cast did great work, don't get me wrong. Tay's is just one of those magical reminders about what the art of acting can achieve.

[kteezy997]

hello hello! don’t know if you take requests, but could you do something about Tim and the reader are already dating and working on a film together. one of the days the reader doesn’t have to show to set so she has a seat for herself and when tim finally gets off work he comes to find her on the jacuzzi of their room using the water jets to masturbate. you can choose how to finish it

i admire your work🥰❤️

A/N: I tweaked the first part a little. warnings: using water jets to masturbate, explicit thoughts, hot tub sex, breast play, Timmy calls reader ‘good girl’ at the end

Jacuzzi// t.c.

You were finally able to fly out and see Timmy for the first time in weeks. He was in the middle of the press tour for Dune: Part Two. You would be joining him in London for two days. You'd miss the premiere of the movie and the after parties, but that didn't really bother you. Timmy was very private when it came to his love life anyway, and you didn't want to take any attention away from him or the film. You were set to head straight to the hotel once your flight got in.

You were exhausted after being on a plane for 10 and a half hours. You honestly thought of just going to bed straight away, but you knew Timmy would be back soon. You didn't want to miss seeing him tonight. And you knew he would be sad if you were already asleep when he got back.

You looked out the window, seeing the city lit up against the darkness of the night sky. It was beautiful; the bustling night life of the city. You saw the large hot tub off to the side of the balcony. You then realized why Timmy told you to bring a bathing suit.

You decided to take advantage of the hot tub now, and you went back in to retrieve your bikini from your suitcase. As you got into the two piece, you looked at your phone. Messages you had gotten while in flight were finally coming through. Timmy's manager had sent you photos of him in his premiere outfit and you scrolled through press photos on social media as well.

He wore a pretty simple outfit, but looked so damn good, as usual. You thought about ripping that big T-shirt off of him, along with those shiny trousers, and running your fingers through his curly hair. You missed him. You missed his voice, his scent, the way you felt so safe and warm in his arms.

You were clad in your pink bikini as you grabbed a towel from the bathroom and went out to the balcony. You entered the hot tub, your body stung from the contrast of the coolness of the night mixing with the hot temperature of the water. But you got adjusted to the change after about a minute.

The sound of the jets and the little waterfall on one side filled the air and created a calming ambiance with the glow of the lights along the bottom of the tub. You wished that Timmy would just come through the door already to relax with you.

You kept thinking of him, and of how long it had been since you’d gotten to cuddle him, much less have sex. You craved it at this point. You closed your eyes, thinking about your handsome man, and the ways he knew how to please you. He knew your body even better than you did. He knew all of your weaknesses and kinks. He knew how much you loved his mouth on your body.

You were getting hot and bothered, literally and figuratively. The steam was making your face hot as the water soothed your muscles. One of the jets was hitting your lower back so precisely, working out any aches and pains.

You were reminded that Timmy would often massage you, sometimes before sex, sometimes after, and he really knew how to use his hands. Even more so when it came to playing with your pussy. Your core ached just thinking about it.

Then a thought popped into your head. If the jet felt good on your back…it would feel even better somewhere else. Your turned around, straddling the jet stream. The water shot your clit, making your body vibrate. You moaned and your body shook, your pussy was stimulated to the point of almost numbness. You thought of Timmy’s fingers, rubbing you softly, then faster and faster.

His tongue dancing back and forth on your clit. The way he'd flick his eyes up at you now and then as he ate you out. The shooting jet hit all the right places, your pussy became totally numb with pleasure. You found yourself humping the water, your body eager to feel more pressure.

You put your hand between your legs, and closed your eyes. You rubbed between your folds. Thinking of Timmy's fingers again. After he was done with his fingers, he would kiss your inner thighs. He’d smirk at you. Your next thought was of his tongue nudging your bundle of nerves where your own fingers were.

Then your mind wandered to his cock… thick, veiny, and his pretty red tip.

“Well, what do we have here?”

You were completely startled, and gasped as you slipped under the water. You came back up immediately, coughing up some water and pushing your hair out of your face as you looked over at your lover who had, unbeknownst to you, joined you out on the balcony.

Timmy laughed at you, shaking his head. "Just couldn't wait for me, could you?"

"Sorry Timmy, it's just- I saw photos of you from the premiere and"

He cut you off, inching closer to the jacuzzi, placing his hands on the ledge of it, "And? And what, you got greedy, so you put your pussy on the jets while you thought about my cock?"

"Basically...yes." you shrugged. Having now caught your breath, you swished over to where he was standing, the steam evaporated from your wet, hot skin, and you said, "Get your big cock in here with me."

With a little smirk, Timmy whipped his shirt off, then his sparkly trousers and his boots. Once he was down to his boxers, he stepped into the hot tub with you. "Whoa! That is hot!" he said in surprise as he got accustomed to the temperature.

You got onto his lap as he sat down, your arms enveloped one another automatically, and your lips met. You tasted a bit of alcohol on his lips, but he hadn't stumbled or slurred his words at all, so he wasn't drunk. You were glad that he was able to let loose a little bit and have fun. You knew how busy he had been the last few months as he traveled all over the world to promote two movies, one of them having already raked in hundreds of millions of dollars.

You pulled away from his kiss and he smiled brightly at you. It was so glorious, you felt light and fluffy inside, like you were on a cloud. The sky was dark, with nothing illuminating the night except for the glowing lights in the tub and the tiny squares of indoor lights coming through windows of the many buildings below and around you.

Timmy was so handsome, his strong arms above the surface of the water. Droplets webbing on his skin, the steam coming off the both of you now, the trickling sound of the waterfall, it was all so romantic. It was a moment you could have lived in with him forever.

He kissed your neck, and you held the back of his head, his curls slightly dampened and cool to the touch due to the chill of the nighttime air. He nibbled your collarbone and left some smooches on your shoulder. "So pretty." he whispered, his eyes closed as his lips grazed your wet skin. "I'm so happy you're here." he cooed.

As he looked at you, his irises sea green now, you put your arms around his neck. You let your crotch graze over his cock. “Awe, me too, honey.” You felt his erection growing even more as you kissed him. You moaned into his mouth, and he stuck his tongue in. You felt his cock poking around your clit through the material of your bikini bottoms. "Mm," you began to mutter, "you're so hard right now."

Timmy hummed lowly, his hands went under your arms, and he lifted you up slightly and eyed your wet body. "I want you so bad." he admitted, leaning in to kiss your breasts. He left little kisses along your cleavage, with hungry, sensual sounds.

As he teased your nipple through your bikini top, you begged, "Put your cock in me, Timmy."

He lowered you onto his lap and he pulled the front of his boxers down in an instant, then pushed your bottoms to the side so he could access your pussy. With a firm upward thrust, he was inside you.

"Ohh, shit." you trembled, adjusting to him.

Timmy let out a soft moan, letting his hands settle on your hips under the water.

You started to roll your hips, letting his cock rut in and out of you.

"Aw, yes, baby, yes." he panted, grabbing you by your ass, helping you pump his cock faster.

"Oh, Timmy." you cried, bouncing on his cock now, as fast as you could muster without splashing water out of the hot tub.

His hands moved to your tits after a moment, squeezing them and rubbing your nipples, only adding to effect he was having on your pussy. He pushed either piece of your bikini top aside, exposing your breasts right in his face.

It was quite the sensation having your hard nipples splashing in and out of the hot water and into the coolness of the evening as you rode Timmy's cock.

Again, he felt your breasts. He nipped and licked at them as they bounced with you. He rolled your nipples with his fingers, making you throw your head back. He was able to capture a tit in his mouth here and there to suck them.

You could feel him pumping his hips up into you as well, meeting your thrusts as they got slower.

His waist was smacking hard up into you, and you were moaning like a whore. It was becoming too much for you to keep up with. You threw your arms around his neck, keeping still to let him fuck you. Your face rested in his damp hair.

Timmy held your waist and made the hottest growling sounds as he rutted you. Water was splashing everywhere around you at this point, hitting you in the face, even, but you didn't care. You whimpered and cried as you held onto him, just taking what he was giving you.

He stopped, then stood up in the tub as he grabbed you by your arms. He placed you chest down on the side of the tub. You braced yourself with your hands, trying not to slip. You felt Timmy's hands on your butt. The head of his cock toyed with your dripping clit for a second before he slid in again.

You held onto the edge as he started to ram into you from behind. You were just imagining how hot he looked, water droplets running down his body, frizzy ringlets of his hair bobbing back and forth with his thrusts. Your pussy throbbed and you clenched around his thick cock. His balls caused the warm water to splash your clit. The cold, hard surface of the jacuzzi wall caused your nipples to pebble up. You cried like a little bitch and shuddered as your orgasm overtook you.

"You take my cum like a good girl now." Timmy muttered, squeezing your ass cheeks, pumping his cock rapidly.

You whimpered with each of his final thrusts, trying with all of your might to not slip under the water.

He slammed his cock in one last time, and you felt his warm fluid spill into you. You rested your head on the edge of the tub, feeling all tingly. Then, his cold curls were on your skin as he pressed a sweet kiss to your shoulder blade, making you giggle.

@gatoenlaciudad @thebetawolfgirl @musicandbooksaremyhappyplace @softhecreator @tchalamss @bitchyunknownuser @lixzey @kpopgirlbtssvt @ducktapebar @aoi-targaryen

[genericpuff]

Hello, brazilian anon here! So I have been following criticisms of LO for a while now, and Psyche and Eros caught my attention in special, because their relationship is legit a racist trope commonly applied to indigenous people: Woman of color is put in a arranged marriage or pressured into marrying a guy from her village/tribe but "falls in love" with a white dude who "saves" her from her abusive and "uncivilized" family. Think of Disney's Pocahontas. This trope is commonly used to dehumanize non-european/anglo-saxon cultures and portray them as barbaric, and is rooted in colonialism and its direct heir, imperialism, as a means for colonizers to justify and sugarcoat raping and forcing women of color to marry them. So not a good look for Rachel.

OH YEAH IT IS

(you just opened Pandora's Box by mentioning Pocahontas around me LMAO)

It's even more egregious when you consider how Rachel changed the original myth from Psyche undergoing trials on her own to her ... being turned into a nymph servant for Aphrodite. Like huh. Is that really your final draft, Rachel? Have you thought this through?

I made a very spicy post about this like a year and a half ago and honestly I think it's still worth talking about because it's incredibly telling that Psyche had her entire story uprooted and replaced with a version where she's transformed into a non-POC character to disguise herself as a servant to a woman who's already racist towards nymphs. It's got that issue of "take the black character and transform them into an animal/other being that isn't black so that we don't have to have a black character onscreen for more than 10 minutes."

And yeah, you can tell how much Rachel is absentmindedly taking from Disney without challenging what those stories were portraying or asking deeper questions to get to the heart of their messaging. Pocahontas is rightfully panned for being a very white-washed version of a story that was written in the blood shed by Native Americans at the hands of colonizers. "Pocahontas" herself, even, was not some independent native woman who fell in love with the "one good white guy" on the boat, she was a teenage girl, whose life was spared but made worse when she was forced to travel overseas to be used as a prop to justify their continued actions in murdering and colonizing the "savages" overseas; she was then forced into marriage and had to carry the children of her captors, all while being treated as an exotic spectacle by the people around her who would undoubtedly kill her at the first sign of disobedience.

Her name was Matoaka. Her life and story is not something that should be romanticized. It's a tragedy and much of what instigated it is still alive and well today. She only lived to be 21.

I don't know if Rachel intentionally referenced or ripped off Pocahontas in Lore Olympus the same way she clearly has with Hercules and Beauty and the Beast. But it's incredibly telling in how she treats the racial divide between nymphs and gods and how she's twisted the Eros x Psyche myth into what it is that even if she did watch Pocahontas, she probably never realized how problematic it is at its core in the way that it's told.

In the original myth, Psyche is a woman who's meant to represent the fickleness of vanity - the loneliness it can make one feel to be admired and not truly loved, and the destruction that can be brought about in jealousy - and her pursuit in finding genuine love in Eros, a journey she travels alone, thematically with the rest of the story.

In Lore Olympus, she's an illiterate woman of color whose only purpose is to be Eros' wife, robbed of all agency so that she can be a trophy for him to earn, a test for him to pass. It's boring and really icky when you really peel back the layers of it with Psyche's character design in mind. Even when she finally does get more agency in her task to bring down Apollo - or at the very least, keep an eye on him - it's still at the behest of Zeus who gives her immortality not as a reward for overcoming the trials she set out to pass, but so she can be his errand boy. So once again she's not capable of doing anything motivated by her own best interests (especially when she already knows how dangerous Apollo is, why is she the one who has to follow this guy around?)

So yeah, no, not a good look at all LMAO

[koiifiishy]

back with more eris doodlings :-) ! and more under the cut

i've decided that if he had a title like the named npcs, he'd be Eris The Defiant. also decided that if he were a npc LI with a toggable gender changer, he'd look pretty much the same as a girl just with a few cups up in the chest dept. lol - he's also still be trans, so you either get transmasc or transfemme eris, there is no cis option.

going off of this post for heights! (too lazy to draw an entirely new img - just scribbled over the height comparison models -w-) a full line up + eris amongst the taller LI's (...of whom he's already met / has interacted with in game thus far!). he's just one inch smaller than kylar haha, which im sure kylar would love. avery with eris though is LOL (stares at the other three on that height list......... that height diff... hes getting FOLDED. . .)

this chart is very messy so bear with me & the yellow i used is hard to read so ill type it out too!

Robin

mutual besties. they're basically brothers! except that robin left his confession note for eris and eris is uh.. willfully ignoring it,,, sorry robin he's not gonna take you up on that (yet lol)

img text: "if anything happens to robin (again) i'll kill everyone in this town and then myself"

Sydney

what is it about this unassuming churchboy that calls to eris... he doesnt know,, but sydney makes him happy 🥺!!

unintentionally uuuh reduing sydney's purity by being horny at him. theyre promised ok?! its fine right?!? especially bc of the fucking SLOW BURN they went through omg...

img text: "he makes this shit town bearable. BF" sydnet img text: "really adores and admires him. BF"

Kylar

um. well. your honor, he's just misunderstood..! eris kinda feeds into kylar's IssuesTM by not dissuading him. he just feels kinda sorry for him,,! this opinion Will change if/when kylar finally gets his greasy little paws on eris

he 100% realizes kylar is unhinged and the plushie gift was probs bugged somehow. still accepted it but like... he's hardly home anyway so w/e. still holds onto hope kylar can change(???)

img text: "haha. i'm in danger :^)" kylar's img text: "HAVE MY FUCKING BABIES" lol

Whitney

literally beat the shit out of each other every time they were in close proximity for like a month, until whitney's dominance meter dropped a lot. he confuses eris... does he like. have a crush and is acting like an elementary kid about it??? use your words damnit!

despite it all... doesnt hate him. eris feels like theyre probably a lot more similar than whitney's letting him (or anyone) see. sydney's mention of whitney having things going on to make him act like a little shit stuck with eris. . .

img text: "stop giving mixed messages whitney!"

Avery

the most cut and dry of them: it's just a transactional sugar relationship. except the part about the elk/fox bullshit? hello?? mr avery??? WHAT WAS THAT AVERY--?????

eris really doesnt trust avery,,, but he pays him a LOT & eris has two whole debts to pay off;; avery is only allowed to hit it from the back. . . (thanks temple for not counting that as sex ig lol!)

im iffy on the designs ive drawn for them too, i mostly have been going off of what i see the general fandom draws! theres a lot of really nice designs :> im being mindful not to fully copy anyone tho.

i also went insane and made eris a playlist - it has a lot of metal/loud songs jsyk! remains of us was specifically put on the playlist for sydney 🥹 just recently had my first run in with the ivory wraith too =D AH. TRAUMAS OBTAINED!!! very much eris' top trauma event so far!! he's resilient... so he's on the road to recovery but boy was that RUFF. robin and sydney came in super clutch with comforting him tho :")

one last thing for you all:

eris core lol

[silverofthunder]

☆ when i'm at your side ☆

any Papa x Female Reader

summary: But the music, the lyrics, his voice - they speak for him. And every time you hear him, you learn a bit more.

content: 800 words, fluff, i don't even know -> something deep i guess 😁

i got inspired by Satanized (Ghost) and Emergence (Sleep Token) and this little piece was born. tried out something different, i think.

There are quite a few moments that make you completely forget everything else around you. This moment where he is sitting by the piano, his fingers dancing on the keys, is one of them. The beautiful melody paired with the most precise movements, a low, sweet voice adding depth to it and you can't do anything else but stare. Admire it all from afar, let every piece of it settle into your core and make you feel so much at that moment.

Your lips curve into a warm smile as you lean against the door frame, eyes still locked on his familiar figure. The way his shirt is only half-buttoned, the thin, white fabric trying to hide the rest of his skin, though only just managing it. His sleeves are rolled up, offering you the perfect view of his arms decorated by tattoos. And you stare, unashamed. He knows you're watching and that you like what you see.

The black pants are perfect contrast to his shirt - the mix of black and white has always looked good on him. He wears other colors, too, but sometimes simple is the way to go.

His voice falters momentarily and something within your chest moves. It isn't a mistake, really, it's emotions getting the better of him, reaching the parts he may not often speak about. But the music, the lyrics, his voice - they speak for him. And every time you hear him, you learn a bit more.

The good, the bad. Details that are beautiful but also bent, sometimes even broken, ugly. And every time you fall a little bit more in love.

It is a deep rooted seed, the love you have for him. There are days when it cracks but then there are days it starts growing another, new branch and the balance is brought back. It has waves and steadiness, like life in general. It's a journey within a journey.

Soon you realize the sound of the piano is fading, then stopping. Quiet fills the room, his gaze turning to you, and you smile. He returns your smile and your heart leaps in your chest as you walk to him. He opens his arms, sending you a wordless message and you sit on his lap, his arms securing around you immediately.

He buries his face into your hair, inhaling your scent, and you hum queitly, happiness flooding within you. He embraces you tightly, and you turn your head to look at him. That gives him a chance to kiss your cheek, the gesture making your smile grow wider. As he pulls back, he looks at you fondly - your heart melts, and you rest your temple against his.

You stay like that for a few minutes, neither of you wanting to break the silence. Just being with him - it's grounding but it also feels like your head is in the clouds. That feeling is something you hope will remain unchanged until the end. Maybe it's a bit naive wish but what is life without hope and dreams?

A chuckle escapes from you as a silly little thought pops into your head and your amore looks amused, his brows quirking up. You just shake your head at first but when he takes a gentle hold of your jaw, you give in and spill it out.

"Isn't being in love a bit like being possessed?"

He looks surprised but then the low rumble of his laugh fills the air and you can't help but laugh with him.

"I guess it's one way to describe it," he eventually says, swiping his thumb over your lips, his eyes following the movement.

"I know it's silly but-" You got interrupted by a quick kiss, and when you meet your man's eyes again, he's grinning. You roll your eyes and lean in for another kiss.

"Whatever is in here," he speaks after you part, his hand now caressing your forehead. "Silly or not, is so fascinating and one of the reasons I love you," he continues, and you just stare at him in awe. "It's like you're an open book and a mystery at the same time."

"I could say the same about you," you say smiling and he nods in agreement. Then he swipes a strand of hair away from your face, and you release a long, content sigh.

Silence falls between you again, your breaths matching with one another at some point, your heart leaping in your chest as you realize it. It is like you are perfectly in tune with each other, with everything around you.

Your mind doesn't wander, it's in that moment, fully aware of his presence, his warmth. And no matter what the future will bring with, one thing you know for sure.

Your heart will always be safe with him.

[catboy-anakin-skywalker]

Thinking about how the Big Four of dark academia really feels like the Big Three of dark academia that a last-minute addition was added onto, not because it’s any less a part of and representative of the aesthetic but because its mood and message differs so greatly from the other three - that last-minute addition being Dead Poets Society. Hear me out as I rant about character types, classism, doing it for the aesthetic, themes, tones, and substance abuse (and, obviously, spoiler warnings for Dead Poets Society, The Secret History, If We Were Villains, and Kill Your Darlings):

Firstly, I want to draw comparisons between who I consider to be the protagonists of each story, focusing a lot on how I feel that each of them has a barrier between himself and another group of people within the story. Starting with the one that I relate to the most and progressing in no organisational order after that, we have from The Secret History Richard Papen, an English major who came from an impoverished old town in California to the lovely little college in Hampden, Vermont on account of loads and loads of scholarships. Fascinated and a bit infatuated with the Greek class, he is able through partly his own talent but mostly dumb luck to join their ranks, only to find out that the people he admired and romanticised are all a bunch of classist, selfish, rich addicts. Desperately wanting to be a part of this group, Richard has to break the financial barrier (as well as the seclusion engineered by Julian) between him and them in order to get in with the “cool kids.” However, this doesn’t work out for him at the end, as he doesn’t even get invited to their bacchanal or Bunny’s murder and yet has to suffer for the fallout of both events. It’s made clear that this is not the kind of life you want to live, and Richard even returns to California after the main body of the book concludes. Allen Ginsberg of Kill Your Darlings is confronted with a similar barrier, although his is less financial (he’s well-off enough to make it to college without scholarships) and more the sort of subcultural difference between the life he left at home and how Lu and his friends live. Just like Richard, he risks and loses it all to gain the affection of this new group, who, just like in TSH, leave him high and dry in the end. Oliver Marks also risks it all for his group in If We Were Villains, although they don’t necessarily abandon him in the same sense and really he alienates himself by taking the fall for Richard (Stirling)’s death. His barrier is also mainly financial, as he ends up having to pay for Dellecher through scholarships and a work-study deal, something which you can tell he is ashamed about (hmm classicism -_-) as he tries to hide it from the rest of the group, who can all afford the school on their own (or their families can). Since this story differs from the rest because it starts off with Oliver already a part of the tightly-knit group, you can’t really talk about him vying for approval as in TSH or Kill Your Darlings, but the sense of him being a part of a slightly different world is still there. Meanwhile, you don’t get this same sense in DPS. I maintain that Neil is the central figure in DPS, but for the sake of this let’s look at Todd, who does have to make his way into the group after it was already formed. Todd’s barrier is not financial but all in his own head: his social anxiety and awkwardness prevents him from initiating a relationship with any of the other Dead Poets. Because he has this different kind of barrier, it’s easier for him to overcome it, and it turns out well for him in the end, while it doesn’t for the protagonists of the other three stories.

Besides that, the other characters also play a role in how DPS feels separate from the other three. All four dark academia stories are about rich kids at their core, but DPS is the only one that doesn’t feel like it’s about rich kids. Why is that? I think it’s because of how they chose to present the characters. In TSH, the whole main cast, essentially, sucks - Henry is full of it, Bunny has all sorts of problems, Charles is an abusive drunkard, not to mention his incestuous relationship with Camilla, and Francis knows about this relationship and is fine with it, even being fine to casually fuck Charles on top of it (and he’s classist as fuck, but that’s a discussion for a later date). You might think, “oh, but Richard isn’t too bad” - yeah, but he did let them all get away with not one but two murders and was only worried about Charles abusing and fucking Camilla because he felt attraction to Camilla himself, so. Anyway, my point is that everyone in the Greek class is either a rich asshole or wants to be like the rich assholes, so that’s not good. There’s a similar thing in Kill Your Darlings where they’re all addicts and alcoholics and people who generally don’t give a fuck about how other people react to their drama and fun times, and you can see how Lu even uses David and later Allen and then throws them both away casually. Yeah, they have a cool vision of revolutionising poetry, but they’re not really characters that one can necessarily relate to, because they’re all just too caught up in themselves. IWWV, too - you don’t see this as much, but it comes out a bit when Oliver hides in shame the fact that he has to work to pay for school. While IWWV has a cast of characters that I can relate to and like the most out of the three I’ve talked about so far, there’s still a little bit of disconnect, an unattainability about them, and it’s clear that they’re all deeply fucked: Richard, before he died, was an abusive asshole, James killed Richard and then not only started mirroring him a bit when he hurt Oliver but then let Oliver while away ten years of his life in prison for Richard’s death (and either killed himself or faked his death), Alexander got even worse into drugs and then presumably got clean but man did he have PTSD from that school year, Meredith is surrounded by men lusting after her and feels lonely, Wren also has PTSD from that school year, and Filippa . . . got into a relationship with her teacher and we don’t talk about this? So while they’re three-dimensional, engaging, and entertaining, they’re all still just plain messed up. However, the Dead Poets aren’t like this. Obviously, there’s Neil’s suicide, but that’s different - it’s not messed up because he was already messed up, it’s messed up because the authority figures in his life (excluding Keating) messed him up themselves, breaking his spirit with the pressure they put on him and with the criticism of his passion. But to the point, in the sense of the characterisation of the main cast, DPS feels different from the other three because the Dead Poets are three-dimensional, engaging, entertaining, and even likeable in a way that the characters from the other three are not. And they’re all rich enough to attend a very well-to-do private boarding school, but they’re not stuck-up and classist, in fact hardly ever bringing up matters of money and even making fun of the Danburrys a bit. They feel more accessible than any other group does, which is what I respect about them.

And last but not least, the message. As far as the moods/tones and themes of the Big Four go, DPS is the only one with any sort of hope at the ending, and the only one with a “true” aesthetic for the characters to chase. The three of the dark academia Big Four all focus on taking something too far and it going horribly wrong - the Greek class gets so into studying the Classics that they have a bacchanal and kill a man and then kill a man to prevent him from telling someone that they killed a man, which leads to yet another man dead and the rest of them unhappy; the Dellecher fourth-years get so into Shakespeare and the roles they play/their typecasts that Richard ends up dead, Oliver ends up in prison, James ends up either dead or faking his death, and everyone else suffers like I mentioned earlier; and in Kill Your Darlings, David ends up dead, Lu ends up in prison, and Allen ends up expelled. TSH has a very bleak epilogue - Richard is confused and yearning, Charles is still drunk and who-knows-where cut off from the rest of them, Camilla has her dying grandmother to worry about, Henry and Bunny are dead, and Francis is forcing himself to marry a woman he doesn’t even like as a person, let alone not being physically attracted to her whole-ass gender, because he would rather make himself miserable than be cut off from the financial support of his family. Donna Tartt leaves us with a depressing, unsatisfying ending - which is all part of the theme, but I’ll get to its relation to DPS later. All in all, TSH’s tone is a very dark one, and its message to not let yourself get so caught up in the aesthetic that you let yourself fall/sacrifice your morals (and also not to idolise rich assholes because they can and will use you and ruin your life), while relevant and important, is far from inspiring or uplifting. Similarly, they go too far in IWWV, pursuing Shakespeare until it fucks them all up, and it has a similar theme to TSH. Its ending, while I like it better than TSH’s, is still quite pessimistic; there’s a little glimmer of possibility there, but not really all that much, and you get the sense that things are never going to fix themselves. In Kill Your Darlings, too, Lu and Allen get so caught up in the New Vision that they let the rest of their lives fall apart around them, and the ending is a bit confused and “meh.” DPS, however, has a lot of hope in its ending. Yes, Neil’s death was sad, and so was Keating taking the fall for it, but despite that, Keating is able to walk out of that classroom with a smile on his face; the ending isn’t entirely sad, it’s bittersweet. DPS’s message is all about carpe diem, seize the day, make your lives extraordinary, and they all presumably go on to do that (except Neil, who died because he was unable to do that). While the aesthetic the characters chase in TSH sort of hinges on their rich assholery, the aesthetic the characters chase in IWWV more or less depends on their isolation and general fucked-up-ness, and the aesthetic the characters chase in Kill Your Darlings is pretty much based on substance abuse and not giving a fuck, all of which lead to their lives being ruined on varying levels, the aesthetic the characters chase in DPS not only doesn’t really ruin their lives and also seems to be much more attainable in a tangible way. While Keating loses his job, he’s able to walk out of the classroom with a smile on his face because he knows that he did what he came there to do - he inspired his students to live life to the fullest and think for/be true to themselves, which is actually a quite healthy aesthetic to strive for, especially compared to the other ones I’ve talked about. The ending of DPS isn’t entirely happy, but there’s so much hope in it, something which the other three lack, and because of that, it feels separate from them.

Anyway yeah. I’m not going to write a big ol’ conclusion because I’ve already taken up so much space, but yeah. Thanks for coming to my TEDTalk lol.

[synnamonroll666]

Emerald Lace

Prompt 7: Dirty Talk/Lingerie Pairing: Syzoth X Fem!Reader Description: Your boyfriend has been working so hard lately, so you decide to treat him to a lovely little present you bought just for him. But little do you know, that this present works quickly to unlock the primal beast within your man... Warnings: Nudity, Dominant!Syzoth, A Pinch Of Dirty Talk, Implied Sex... Word Count: 1k Main MasterList: 🖤 Kinktober MasterList: 🖤 Synny's Angels: @lorebite, @mornandil, @queenkhepri, @bihansthot.

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I dimmed the lights and lit a few candles around my room to create a sensual atmosphere. After taking my time to do my hair and makeup—making myself look absolutely perfect and as alluring as ever—I pulled the string of my robe, causing it to fly open before I let it roll off of my shoulders and down to the floor.

Then I laid down upon my bedsheets to wait for my lover to enter my room and lay eyes on the surprise I had bought for him that day: a matching, emerald green lingerie set.

It was a bit pricy, sure, but I knew the look on his face would make it all worth it. And the events following after that, I knew would make it pretty damn worth it too. I didn't have to wait too long since Syzoth was always adamant about making it home on time, and my heart jumped into my throat from excitement and anxiety when I heard the front door unlock on que. Its beat began to pound harder and harder with each step he took up the stairs, and when those footsteps finally reached my door, it felt as if it was going to explode.

I quickly repositioned myself on the bed into a seductive pose—one leg slightly bent to show off my curves, while my arm rested casually on my side—and I curved my lips into that smirk he liked, waiting for him to open the door to a night of pure passion. After a few seconds of what seemed like hesitation on his side, the door finally swung open. He stepped into the room, all worn out from a long day of delivering messages for the empress all over Outworld. He was so worn out that it took him a moment to notice me on the bed.

"Sunshine, I'm h—" His words instantly cut out into a gasp as his eyes widened once they met my form.

He swallowed thickly as his bright green orbs drank me in, slowly roaming over my figure for a moment. I could feel the heat of a blush creep along my skin, and it made it hard to maintain eye contact with the man. However, that heat also added to the burning arousal that I was feeling at the time. So after exhaling deeply to calm my nerves, I kept my composure as I gazed upon him with thirst in my eyes.

"Surprise, my love!" I greeted him with a seductive hint in my tone. "Do you like it?"

He didn't say a single word to respond to my question. Instead, he quickly nodded his head as his cheeks grew flushed with a dark green tint.

"Well, then come on over and open your present, silly!" I chuckled as I watched him stand hesitantly in the doorway, as if he was afraid to move for a moment.

Slowly, my lover approached me—feet dragging along the soft carpet as if he were too shy to move any faster—and as he got closer, I noticed how his pupils dilated with hunger for me. The intensity of his gaze sent shivers down my spine and heat to my core, making me feel dizzy and my mind fog with need for him.

Once at my bedside, he extended his arm out to slowly brush a thumb along the lacy fabric of my bra. His eyes examined it for a moment before the corners of his lips turned up into a pleased smirk, and then his eyes left my breasts to meet my own.

"I love it." He murmured lowly, making his voice sound more like a soft pur than anything. "I really love it."

"Yeah?" My smile broadened upon hearing this, realizing that it was money well spent and that I would definitely be in for one hell of a night.

"Yeah," he whispered while glancing back down at my body to admire my little outfit. "There's just one problem, though..."

My smile fell into a frown of disbelief as his words sank into my mind. Then, my thoughts began racing as I tried to figure out what he had meant. I lit candles, I washed the bedsheets that day to make them soft like he liked them, and I did my hair and makeup just how he desired it. Hell, I even made sure to allow my natural scent to linger on my form, since he always told me how beautiful it smelled to him—I tried so hard to make everything perfect, so how could there be a problem?

"W-What do you mean?" I asked in a voice barely above a whisper, not trusting it to speak at normal volume. And for a short moment, I felt the stinging prickle of tears pushing on the backs of my eyes.

Then, his eyes glanced back up into mine and I instantly noticed that they held a different look—a darker, more hungry look than they held prior. He leaned down, his tall form towering over me on the bed and lowering until his soft lips carefully grazed the shell of my ear. His hot breath fanning my tender flesh and sharp teeth teasing the skin caused an unexpected gasp to catch in my throat. There was a brief moment of silence before he parted his lips to whisper in a tone so low and raspy, I almost didn't recognize his voice: "You are going to need to buy a new set."

I opened my mouth to speak, but a startled and astonished gasp beat the words out of my mouth when I felt my lingerie getting torn from my body, along with the sharp sound of fabric shredding between us.

I looked down to see that his hands had transformed into his Zaterran form, and his claws were now bared. With broadened eyes, I looked back up at my lover with shock clear in my features. He glanced down at my now-naked body before lifting his green orbs back up to my face as a dangerous smirk toyed on his split open lips, revealing his sharp canines to me.

"Sunshine, you have no idea what you have done." He rasped darkly before licking his lips like a hungry beast as his darkened orbs roamed my figure once more. "Because once I'm done with you, you won't even know what hit you."

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[eightfoldjourney]

Octopath Traveler 2 is a game about hope.

It might seem a little obvious to anyone who's played the game. Indeed, Octopath 2 is hardly subtle about its core themes and messages. Regardless, I think it's the sort of game we really need in this day and age. Each of the travelers is forced to face down the darkest aspects of the world and humanity, and must come to their own conclusions about how to face it.

Ochette, while I feel she has the weakest storyline overall, is a beacon of positivity for everyone around her. The hunter's worldview is simplistic and even a bit naive, and she pretty much stays that way from start to finish. While the borderline lack of character growth may be annoying to some, I do think it's admirable, if nothing else, that she never once compromises on her convictions. Ochette understands the value of life, and refuses to bring about any more undue pain or tragedy in the world, even if she might sometimes be justified in doing so. She never holds grudges, and doesn't truly view anyone at as an enemy. Her compassion is what defines her, and in the end, it's a greater weapon than any tool in her hunting arsenal.

Castti starts her story as a blank slate. She doesn't know who she is, where she came from, or what she's done in her past. Similar to Ochette, though, there's one thing that remains a core part of identity even when all else is lost: her oath as a healer. Castti refuses to abandon anyone who may need her help. Even if she knows she can't save everyone, that's no excuse not to extend a helping hand to those in need. Her failures may haunt her, but that's no excuse to stop moving forward, unlike a certain other apothecary she confronts in her adventure...

Throné leads a rather bleak life. All she's ever known is killing, and thanks to the collar around her neck, it's likely all she'll ever know. Her life was determined for her, and her future is practically set in stone... Despite that, Throné still dares to dream of a better life for herself. She refuses to let the circumstances of her birth determine who or what she has to be, and so sets out on a daunting quest to liberate herself from the 'family' of assassins that control her. Even this, as she learns, was predetermined for her... But that doesn't stop Throné from fighting to the bitter end. Ultimately, she rejects her real father's legacy and avoids the grim fate of becoming a dark god's vessel.

Osvald has spent five years dreaming of but one thing: revenge. With his family and freedom taken from him and his old life destroyed, all he has left is the burning desire to kill the man responsible for his misfortune. However, when the hope to reclaim his daughter sudden emerges, Osvald finds himself with a new purpose. Though the hatred in his heart doesn't truly fade, it's overshadowed by the love he has for his daughter, and perhaps to an extent his new friends... While Osvald does ultimately get his revenge, he's able to rebuild his life and find purpose again, when he would have likely otherwise succumbed to emptiness and rage.

Partitio feels especially poignant. He's a businessman who understands that money doesn't need to be the end-all be-all. Partitio is a rare breed who prioritizes making the world a better place through his business ventures, investing in things he believes have actual value for the world at large. He's not afraid to stand up to those focused only on short-term gain or hoarding wealth. While eliminating poverty from the world altogether may be an impossible goal, Partitio inspires the best in everyone around him, even convincing those who have already gone down darker paths to change course.

Agnea is by far the most overt when it comes to the game's core message. After-all, her goal is quite literally all about spreading hoping through her dance. Maybe she can't fill the bellies of the hungry or the pockets of the poor, but what she can do is bring at least a little cheer to the people who need it most. Sometimes, when things seem their worst, any reason to smile can be reason enough to keep going. That's what Agnea is, and her determination to shine for all to see more than earns her the spotlight.

Temenos is perhaps one of the most interesting members of the group. He's a member of the church, but also a skeptic and even a little bit of a pessimist. He doubts and questions just about everything, and yet Temenos holds very clear convictions in spite of that: he believes in truth and justice. Temenos believes that no criminal is truly above punishment, no matter how deep their influence may be. All it takes is the right person or group of people giving it their all to expose corruption, and that's kind of uplifting in its own way; that evil the most deep-rooted evils can plucked out by the roots...

Hikari has seen firsthand the horrors of war, and the sorts of monsters it can create. He's nearly become one such monster himself on multiple occasions. In spite of that, Hikari believes in a future without needless conflict. He knows that wars are, above all else, an instrument for the corrupt to try and consolidate even more power. Hikari seeks to cut through the pretense and set an example: that a nation doesn't have to thrive off the suffering of others. He's the sort of leader we all wish to follow; idealistic, but not above drawing a blade to defend his people. What's most important is that Hikari understands that you don't need to kill your enemy to defeat them, and always shows mercy and restraint.

The travelers of Octopath 2 mean a lot to me. They may just be fictional characters made up of pixels, but they're the sort of person anyone could become if we all just put in the effort. They're a reminder that, even if everyone has at least a bit of darkness inside them, we don't have to let that darkness be all that defines us. We may fail, we may make mistakes, we may lose control of ourselves at times, and we may even start to lose hope... But even through the darkest of nights, the dawn always arrives, just the same.

[yandere-paramour]

Y'know, I think Atalanta just has that type of personality I would not be compatible with in general, like, we would be business rivals maybe because I'd always feel like I have to one-up her😭 that being said, she is kinda growing on me in the span of these few days because I can see a gentle and caring side in her from some of the things you've written and that's really cute. She loves in the way she knows best and that is an admirable trait, so she has my respect.

Ahhh, but Vivien brings light to my life, reading about him is so fun!! Really, just wanna walk in when he's at work, buy flowers right from the shop and then give them to him as a present. If it were up to me, he would be all pampered. I know Noelle is still sort of new but she also gives me the same vibe, I would totally treat her sweetly and I also think she would just be nice to talk to. I can imagine she'd be understanding, but then again, I guess all the yans would try to be for their darling anyway.

I'm glad that whatever I had to say was inspiring to you!! I'm also sorry because it wasn't a very eloquent message at all, but I'm happy you could extract what was of value from it. And I wanna say thank you for writing and sharing it with us here, because honestly you've built such a beautiful reprieve in your blog and I know it's a place I can always come to for a needed escape whenever.

Anyway, I think I'm rambling now, I actually just wanted to wish you happy birthday now that it's July 3rd (at my time of sending). Happy 22nd and I hope today and every other day coming is great for you. Take care of yourself and rest when you can. All the best to you always!!

Atalanta is always such a fun character for me to write because she is always trying to put on this front of being calm and cool and collected and for the most, she truly is like that, but she has these moments of vulnerability with her Darling that I like best because it shows her as being just Ata and not Atalanta Montclair. She truly is the product of her upbringing; she is somehow both her mother's daughter and her father's daughter at the same time. She loves her Darling in the only way she knows how. Even if it isn't perfect, I like to think I manage to convey the high esteem she holds you in. She holds her Darling in such regard, she just doesn't know how to properly protect and care for you.

Oh Vivien is my little guy, I love him so much. I'm glad you enjoy him. He is probably the least dangerous of my yanderes, at least towards Darling (remember, he is technically a serial killer). He has had such a hard life, I can't bring myself to write him in any angst because I just want him to be happy.

Noelle is new and I'm still fleshing her out as a person. She strikes me as someone who stays silent a lot, not because she's shy but just because she has nothing to say to you. But when she's with her sisters or with Ata, she's funny and charming. I think the thing that endears me most to her is her fear of losing what she has. She has clawed her way up from the depths of the hell that was her childhood and now that she has reached the top, she would sooner die than give up her lifestyle, and that includes her Darling. I think she's the most controlling yan (more on this later, random fan I got your ask and I'm working on it, I swear, I'm just balls deep in the neuromuscular junction rn) because of this fear of hers. I should write something to try and shake her to her very core and see what comes out.

Ah, your messages are so kind. I really do find comfort and happiness in kind messages like this. I always want to know what you guys think about the characters and kindness about my writing and my birthday is just the sugar on the cream. It is so easy with blogs like this to turn from a writer to just a content creator churning out as much work as possible to keep the followers happy, but it's messages like this that make me feel human again. Thank you. It means a lot to me to know that I have created a space where people can come to lose themselves in my stories.

And yes, haha, it was my silly lil birthday today. I spent most of it in school or driving but I watched King of the Hill and I studied so it was okay :)

[mapofyourstars]

How did you come up with the name 'mapofyourstars'? Asking as a curious person. :)

anon, that is a lovely question, and I thank you for asking. I'll make this as short as I can without being too sappy. (I was sappy, sorry).

my favorite artist of all time is sleeping at last. he creates the most beautiful, inspiring music I've ever heard; and I find myself in awe of what he creates every time I listen to his music - new, old, doesn't matter.

the first album I ever listened to of his was called "space". it's an album within a larger discography called "atlas: I". I am a big, big fan of space, the universe, anything relating to astronomy. (I wanted to be an astrophysicist, but I much preferred theoretical math to applied math; so I opted for space tattoos instead). so naturally, I was very excited to listen to "space", and when I tell you that album changed my life, I mean that album changed my life. it is stunning, breath-taking, awe-inspiring. it makes me smile and cry and fall in love every time I listen to it. I could talk about that album (and any album by him, really) for hours.

there is a song on "space" called "venus". (the album's songs are named sun, mercury, venus, mars, etc. going through the whole solar system - could talk for ages about the beauty in that alone paired with how each song is written and composed). the first time I heard "venus", I cried. it shook me to my core, changed my personality as a whole, made me the person I am today. the song is so tender and soft, and it's full of love and admiration and beauty. the whole song still gives me chills, makes me smile and cry; but there's one part in particular that stays with me everywhere I go.

At first, I thought you were a constellation. I made a map of your stars, then I had a revelation. You're as beautiful as endless; You're the universe I'm helpless in.

this is how I love. this is how I think everyone should love. this is the level of passion that everyone should live with: to desire someone - romantically, platonically, and everything in between - with such reverence, such beauty. to compare those you love to the universe, so vast and awe-inspiring; yet to you, the people you love are just as vast, as beautiful. that's an incredible thing to admit.

so anon, if you've read this far, my username is from a song. but just saying it's from a song is not enough because that song is a bigger part of me than I ever imagined it would become. thank you for your message <3

[gone-series-orchid]

hi! sorry me again you're the only other person i know that likes orc/astrid and i love hearing your takes on things sorry if i'm bothering you!

do you think in an AU where astrid never tutored orc that he could still come to admire her as much? do you think it would maybe improve their relationship (he wouldn't feel as vulnerable around her and thus may not view her in the lens of both wanting to hurt her because it's 'safe' but also desiring her)?

or would they maybe not work because he doesn't have the foundation that the tutoring built allowing him to see past the facade of 'astrid the genius'? would be not be able to open up as much as he does with her in the main series? hope these questions make sense sorry english isn't my first language 😭

i’m an idiot and completely forgot that i had this in my drafts! sorry for the delay, anon!!

omg, that's a great question!! hmm. i think the core reason why orc comes to like astrid so much is because tutoring facilitates a kind of inherent vulnerability. he's out of his depth when it comes to algebra, and he's forced to reveal that to astrid by nature of tutoring. if he was never tutored by her, he would never be forced to be vulnerable with her.

in that case, yeah, i do think his feelings toward astrid, at least at the beginning, would be more healthy, mainly because i imagine he’d be pretty indifferent to her or annoyed by her because she’s so much smarter than him. if he’s exposed to her genius moreso than than her kindness, some resentment would probably fester. or he might ignore her completely, who knows? 🤷‍♀️ she’d be just another one of sam’s gang.

as the books go on, i do wonder if just being around her more (and suffering all the things he suffers, of course) would endear her to him. but i’m not sure. i guess it would depend on how self-centered orc is, if he could only like astrid if she was nice to him personally. but, at the same time, orc clarifies in the books (in plague, i believe) that he knows astrid is nice to him not because she genuinely likes him, but because she treats him like everybody else. if astrid did that in this au, i imagine she might stand out to him, tutoring or not. but i imagine it would take longer and would their dynamic would probably be more bumpy. 🤷‍♀️

if you’d like to talk more, feel free to send more asks! or you could always hit up my messages!

thank you for the ask! 🥰 this au is really interesting. i always like the idea of orc being hostile to astrid before he gets to know her, even on an impersonal level!

[im-not-corrupted]

Dragons and prophecies sounds really interesting

I’m so incredibly glad it does, because I planned the whole thing out and it’s big. I came up with the idea while reading A Day of Fallen Night by Samantha Shannon in September, and it’s set in a world in which the Endless are known as the Seven Dragon Lords responsible for sending Lucifer Morningstar back into the earth, where a prophecy warns of the Morningstar’s return. Dream of the Endless sleeps, trapped by Night’s magic, and on the day Hob Gadling wakes him from his slumber, Lucifer Morningstar rises once more.

———

It did not say very much, but it said enough. The Library’s dedication to the old prophecies is one I can admire. It is this reason I bring this news to you now, before word reaches the public. The Path to Hell smokes. Does Lucifer rise? Has the Prophecy of Orpheus come to be?

There was no name. There was no wax seal on the letter to indicate who sent it. There was, simply, this message, clear and terrifying.

It was a call to her duty, and she could not ignore it. And neither could Jessamy, apparently, for she immediately announced that she would be joining Lucienne on the way to the Path to Hell.

She did not argue. She was fond of the apprentice. And, besides—the letter terrified her to the core. The idea that gate to Hell might open in their lifetime, that she might live to see a second Age of Ash…Despite her years of interpreting, she never prepared herself for that. She was glad to have Jessamy’s company on the journey—it far beat those of the few guard they took with them, despite Jessamy’s insistence that she could take anything they encountered on the road.

Lucienne did not doubt her, but her fondness for both the apprentice and her own life meant she hired the guard regardless. She would rather both of them make it back alive and whole at the end of this.

So they made the journey to the bottom of the Path to Hell, where the climb begins. Above them, above the mountain, there is a dark cloud. It looks too much like smoke for her liking and Lucienne stares up at it with a deep-routed sense of dread. In the back of her mind, she thinks, It is happening, it is happening, but she pushes it away. There is a chance that smoke starts to rise from what is, apparently, a hole into Hell itself. It does not mean the Gate has been unlocked, that Lucifer has made their way into their realm, that another Age of Ash lurks on the horizon.

So they start to climb up to the Maw of Hell, the part of the mountain that opens to spew lava and ash and acts as a gateway to the realm of Lucifer.

It was a long climb. It is not the tallest mountain in the world, but the two of them are inexperienced. It takes a good many breaks, a lot of anxiety over the increase of ash in the air, and a couple motivational speeches from Jessamy for them to reach the Maw.

It is not what she expected. She expected…well, mountain. She did not expect the Maw of Hell to be a literal thing. She did not expect for the mountain to open up, for the hole in the middle of it that reached down too far for Lucienne to estimate just how far that was. She expected some kind of metaphor, a mystical gateway, magic tunes, something along those lines.

Instead, there is a hole in the earth. A very literal one, from which the smoke gathers. Lucienne’s heart thuds in her chest as she leans over the stone as far as she dares.

At the bottom, all she can see is fire and lava. Her eyes sting with the smoke. Her hands are clammy where they rest at her sides and her breath, still recovering from the climb, comes in gasps. She can feel the ash on the air.

Jessamy stands beside her, a steady force against the rising panic. Lucienne is glad for her presence. Nothing can or will block out the horror of what they are looking at, but her company is a small comfort at least. “Is that—?” she asks, only the sentence cuts off at the end.

”The Gateway to Hell,” Lucienne murmurs.

[ihatejessie17]

The other side of the door

It's 9 p.m. Will just finished a mediocre recording with Mikey, despite the only declining quality, they planned another before Will sent Mikey on his way. With the office to himself, he checks his phone with only a quick scroll through the notification centre, but is instantly met with disappointment. James still hadn’t gotten back to him. It's been four days. He pinches his nose bridge and lets out a sigh. He’s glad no one is around because he really wouldn’t want to have to talk about this with someone. He decides to check the chat and maybe reread what James is ignoring, but to his surprise, he sees blue ticks in the messages. His heart is racing. He's just glad James is alive. Will's head is also racing, making up excuses for James and trying to figure out what's going on. He doesn't even notice that James has messaged him back. 

Will is standing at the front door of the office with his phone in one hand and a door handle in the other. His message reads, “Let me in." Will wonders if a freak got James's phone and he was about to be jumped by a Jake Pauler, but despite his deep fears, he opened the door.

In front of him lays an in-heat James Marriott. He is tied up hands together behind his back, face smushed against the cold pavement, his hairy arse in the air, only a small piece of cloth saving his modesty, all though his erection was throbbing hard. If James weren't panting, Will would probably hear it. Suddenly, through the pants, James speaks, "Split my core, please." Will felt his trousers get tighter at the sight.

After some struggle, James was finally inside; in fact, James was where Will and Mikey had just recorded. After pathetically positioning himself and waiting head down for Will to put it in, James admired the five-minute craft the two boys had built—a fake phone with just cocktail sticks and blue food dye. Will cuts James's moment of curiosity short by ramming into his seeping hole, making Jimbo throw his head back with a moan and clutch onto the earlier fake phone. Out of nowhere, Will starts telling him off. He holds the channel analytics in front of James's sweaty, overstimulated face.

"So what was so good that you couldn't message me back for four days, hm? Because all I see is you came back to get fucked, and then you're going to fuck back off." Will growls

James had been hiding from Will this year, as he didn't manage to find any heat suppressors. He never planned on Will finding out that he was an omega because if the suppressant strike didn't happen, he wouldn't have had any trouble getting some. He has always been drawn to Will and his alpha scent, but to James's understanding, Will never went through his alpha puberty, so hearing Will growl definitely made James tighten, definitely not unnoticed by Will, who is keeping an even tempo regardless of his thoughts, which show through his smirk.

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