#and in my mind this isnt even pace it’s like the idea of him. If you care

[heaven-zent]

BURNIN’ HOT LOVE

[liveontelevision]

Okay, this started as a rant about Lucifer lore and turned into an argumentative essay on why Lucifer is a bottom. My b.

18+ Smut ahead, lots of angst

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Here's the thing about Lucifer. He was an awesome dreamer, fell in love with Lillith, and was banished to Hell. Literally forced to see what the gift of good will can do at its worse. Unless he's made some personal contact with a sinner to get like updates about what the gift of good will did right, he had to be stuck in a depression for centuries, at least until Charlie was born. And while that would've definitely given him a new passion, he'll never feel confident in dreaming again.

With how much he dislikes sinners and what they represent, i wonder if there had to be some strain on their relationship when it came to Lillith taking control? They never really talk about if they had a fallout or if she just disappeared, but i dont think they really got divorced either.

When Lucifer looks at that family picture and winces, does he feel bad about not contacting charlie? About something he did to make lillith leave? Or maybe he feels bad about being upset at lillith for leaving in the first place? There's so much to umpack there i live for the lore.

Love Interests:

But when that comes to potential love interests in the future, Lucifer hasnt had to court anyone before like ever. Not in the circumstances that they live in a big city like Hell. So when he finally ends up catching feelings, he has no idea. People around the hotel literally need to pick up on context clues for him and have an intervention to tell him he's in love again.

Even if he hasnt seen lillith in 7 years, their relationship had to be a drastic change compared to new love. I think that his love interest would also pick it up before he does, and you would let him work at his own pace. Fuck, it is so important that he goes through this process at his own pace.

With so much strain on his past relationships with loved ones, he fully gaslights himself into thinking he doesnt deserves and isnt allowed to feel affection anymore. I hate making characters i love suffer. But i feel like in his state of mind he'd go through depressive episodes and panic attacks, maybe some night terrors. Theyed be about his past and his subconscious would essentially tell him he has feelings again, and he shouldn't act them in case he scares you away and abandons you, like heaven. Or drives you away like lillith. Or purposely blocks you out like charlie. Mans is struggling i swear. He needs some comfort.

After finally coming to terms, hes a nervous wreck about every decision he makes. He'll constantly stare in the mirror in the mornings, making sure he looks his best, would plan mental scripts before even having a conversation with you, and would become a bumbling mess just trying to make jokes out of the situation, some base level actions, like how we saw in the show. He'll manage to finally ask you out, but all he really knows how to do is profess an undying love (i feel like his confession to lillith was hella dramatic) so it was a little awkward, but still cute. And of course you said yes.

So let's say its been 5+ years since he moved into the hotel, met you and finally managed to confess his feelings. When it comes to the actual relationship? You give him reassurance and support him through his mental episodes, and laugh at his jokes and praise him for everything he does. He has such intense imposture syndrome though, that even other demons have to reassure that theres no way you dont love him with all your being. Because it is literally obvious to everyone but him.

He's pretty good at doing the romantic fluff stuff in public, he loves to make a big show out of treating you like royalty and even trying to embarrass you when you become close enough. He's always more charasmatic in public, it seems easier than doing that alone.

Not in a negative way, but Lucifer is so never to be alone with you. You take the lead a bit more in those scenarios, suggesting ideas like movies or just coming up with small talk yourself. He needs someone who'll be patient with him. Being alive for millions of years AND being left or shamed by all your loved ones during that time is literally the definition of Truama.

Of course he's been bottling all that shit up, he has no one to confide with. There's no one who's been alive and witnessed it all the way he has. So bless you for loving and caring for him even without understanding all hes been through.

You'll have some rough patches, where this emotional side locks him away from you and everyone else. It might be a few days before you see him. He'll lock himself in his office, pumping out ducks by the dozen just to keep himself from sleeping, because he's scared he'll have night terrors if he feels asleep. He's in a constant loop;

"what if i fucked up?"

"what if i try to talk about it and then they realize how bad i fucked up?"

"what if that's enough of a reason for them to leave me?"

"what if i scare them away?"

"what if that fucks this up?"

"what if i fucked up.. Again..?"

After he leaves his office, youre excited to see him out and about, but you cant make a big deal out of it. You have to speak to him calmly, make sure he's physically okay before talking to him about his thought process. It might take awhile, but he'll eventually trust you enough to open up. And of course it'll never be bad enough for you to leave him, he's just struggling.

Physical Contact:

It takes him an even longer time to become physical with you. He hasnt been intimate for over a decade at this point, but as soon as he becomes comfortable with little affections like hand holding, cuddling, wrapping his arms around your waist, and kissing? Hoo boy, he melts after your first kiss. It couldve been even a small peck and he would still become a nervous wreck just trying to ask for more.

He'll ask for physical touch more than provide it at first. You'll give him a quick kiss and he'll look up at you super eager just like, "another?" He'll grow into tastful pda's, linking arms, quick hugs and smooches, holding hands all that.

He becomes putty in your hand when you're alone though. You'll nudge him to lean against your shoulder or even lay his head in your lap while youre lounging or watching movies. He becomes so relaxed in your presence, that you'll want to suddenly peck him just to see his suddenly flustered reaction.

You'd give him massages that he would always be hesistant over. He was always a little nervous that he wasnt giving enough to you, but you were quick to assure him that wasnt the case. You'd straddle his hips while giving him a slowww massage. It starts with light touches, tracing your fingers over his shoulder blades and spine. You'd trace your fingers over his chest when you would cuddle too, depending on the position. Or stroke his back sweetly. It was enough of a distraction to keep his mind occupied, away from any spiraling thoughts he might be having.

He purrs. Convince me that he doesnt purr. (You cant)

Being secluded for so long probably means that he doesnt fly as much as he used to. It was probably a passion of his, and he was especially delighted to share it with lillith and charlie.

So during those 7 years he barely flew, he also didnt take care of his wings. I feel like theyre something to be summoned, so they arent constantly tucked into his back. You'd basically scold him sometimes to just let you clean his wings.

You'd do it in like a spring-type bathhouse that Lucifer would have in his castle somehow. It was one of the first intimate moments he's experienced in years, so he was generally going insane. Feeling your hands and a little comb rake through the feathers on his giant wings? You'd have to tap his shoulder sometimes to keep him from falling asleep to the relaxation alone. After the first time, the water you used was pretty dirty and he had a lot of loose feathets that were combed out. Damn, he needed this.

Intimacy:

After awhile, you sit down and would have a discussion about being intimate in bed. Lucifer would be absolutely nervous about overstepping by asking this, (even though you've been together for about a year at this point). He would use his mental scripts and basically practice what he wanted to say.

It would mainly be him saying he wants to do this because he loves you and youve done so much for him that he wants to give back to you in this way. It would consist of him saying its okay if you dont want to, or if you ever want to stop to just say so. But of course you want to, how could you not?

It would start slow, he actually tries taking the lead in this specific situation. He would kiss you first, his lips trembling at the thought that this is actually happening. Feeling his nerves, you'd cup his face and stroke his cheeks with your thumbs lightly. That will help him ease up enough to start letting the passion take over more.

He'd become more confident in slipping his tongue into your mouth and placing his hands on your hips to pull you closer to him. Lucifer would get lost in the moment, pulling you to straddle his lap as he kissed and licked and bit his way across both your shoulders and down to the softeness of your breast. After leaning back to look at the damage his eyes would become increasingly wide, looking up at you with a flustered expression. Seeing you losing it as much as he was, gave him enough courage to keep up at it.

He would almost hesistantly take a hold of your breasts and would massage them softly, running his thumbs across your nipples and becoming absolutely delighted at the reaction you gave. The adrenaline from the pleasure would make you start grinding against his lap, which would make lucifer's hands on your hips pull away for a moment and make his breath stutter. Lucifer would look you up and down as if he didnt know what to do next, studying your body with darting eyes. You'd press a small kiss on his forehead before guiding his hands back onto your hips with yours, keeping your eyes on him the entire time.

"Are you okay, Luci?" He would gulp before nodding his head and turning ridiculously red across his face, maybe from the idea of what was to come, maybe just from your voice alone. You'd keep your hands ontop of his at your hips as you'd keep moving, letting out breathy moans. He would be holding his breath without realizing, an absolute nervous wreck just from the view.

He would already be hard just from the previous make out session, so this would cause him to lean his back against the bed, his strength giving out. You'd keep up at it, feeling his hips jolt up to meet yours at times.

He was a sweaty, twitching mess in front of you and you hated to admit how much that excited you.

His scripted plan was immediately forgotten, but he was quick to remember that he wanted to please you.

He'd snap out of his state of intense pleasure, to carefully switch positions, him looking over you with your back against the bed.

You both discuss it, of course, attempting to set boundaries before hand. Even just the tender discussion would get him riled up. So he'd lean foward and kiss you again, showing off his forked tongue before peppering kisses down your entire body, until he was close enough to let his hot breath heat up your folds.

You'd feel his nervous breath on you before delving in. He would be hesistant of course, but would be quick to get used to your entrance after running his tongue across your entirety multiple times. Lucifer loves providing pleasure this way, so his brain immediately knew what to do once the nerves past. He was quick to take a tight hold onto your thighs to keep you in place as he entered you with his demonic lengthy tongue. He would look up at you as he sort of aimlessly dug around at first, waiting for a reaction. Once he'd see you dip your head back with a muffled moan, he would close his eyes to focus all his attention to that one spot. He'd reach his thumb around to circle and massage your clit that he would find far too quickly. You'd arch your back and try to get more friction against his tongue, but it's easy to forget that he is quite literally the strongest being in Hell. You weren't going anywhere.

He'd love feeling your hands in his hair and would absolutely lose it feeling you pull hard when he'd hit just the right spot. As soon as he set a steady thythm and was hearing your voice become more unhinged, he'd speed up to an extent that you didn't realize was possible after going for so long. You discussed cumming before and he made it very clear that he was okay with you finishing on his face. Fuck, he wanted it. You still warned him, moaning out his name to get his attention, "I-I'm almost there- K-Keep doing that.. like that..! Luci-" you'd almost direct him though the whole process, but were quick to become a moaning mess unable to communicate with words. You'd reach your limit and he would let you buck up into his face this time, loosening his grip on your thighs. He'd pull away after licking you clean, sending overstimulated pleasure across your entire body, with a line of your juices following his tongue as he lifted his head. He would pant with his tongue still sticking out of his mouth, and even through hazy eyes you loved seeing his demonic tongue and thinking about how it just drove you to climax.

Things would switch up again, and you'd sit him against the back of the bedframe. you'd have another quick discussion before seating yourself slowly on his length, which had been throbbing for any contact since the night started. The first few times, he'd do his best not to cum immediately. He hadn't been touched like this in a while, after all. You'd only begin to move once you made sure he was okay since his struggle was written all over his face.

The moment you began to keep a steady space, he would jut his hips upwards, becoming needy to feel this sensation he hadn't felt in over a decade. The first time didn't last long. It was sweet, and he would constantly moan out your name and babble on about how much he loves you. The entire time, you'd be praising him through every move until he was going too fast for you to get a sentence out.

He'd cum inside of you, another previously discussed topic. You essentially had to beg to convince him it was okay. You'd collapse onto his chest, a position he didnt see often. While the two of you always cuddled, you were so focused on making sure he was comfortable, Lucifer realized you didnt often get the chance to just relax on top of him. So after realizing that? Aftercare was amazing.

He'd let you sit with him inside you for a while, before pulling you off and immediately cleaning you up. Some nights, when he felt especially dominant, he would lap up his own cum from your incredibly sensitive cunt. He would swallow some of it, but was mainly pushing anything that dripped out back into your entrance.

After cleaning you up, he would wiggle his way back underneath you and pull you onto his chest, enjoying taking care of you the way you took care of him.

After the first night, lucifer would be much more confident. He'd have that healthy glow, but would be more assertive during meetings, more communicative and wouldnt shut others out as often. It really helped him realize how much you gave to him, and he was determined to give all that and more back to you.

[kingdoms-and-empires]

The King's Hound Review

I recently had to go travel and read a few works that I never got around to reading but was interested in.

PLEASE REMEMBER THIS REVIEW IS DONE BY ME AS A READER AND IS MY OWN OPINION.

This means I will review in accordance to my own tastes, how the game caters to me, and what I feel. Do not take my word as gospel, what I may not be interested in or dislike, may be what YOU are interested and love!!!

@the-kingshound

Synopsis:

You are the King’s spouse, his right and left hand, the unstoppable executor of his will. Your name is whispered by enemies and allies with fear and respect alike, some says it’s your arm that bears the weight of the entire kingdom.

They call you the King’s hound. It started as a way to taunt you but it’s not that far away from the truth. Your loyalty is blind, your devotion absolute. The King’s vision is your vision.

Your name will forever mark history alongside theirs.

But for now, you are being shipped to your betrothed, alone and powerless on your way to Camelot.

As the seventh child of the Venegard House, you’ve always had little to look forward to other than an arranged marriage to achieve a political alliance.

That’s exactly why, after your parents lost the rebellion against King Arthur, you were the one sent to him as a sign of newfound peace.

You don’t know what awaits you now, but after you Camelot will never be the same.

Review:

The Good: The project is 18+, and the writing is very well done. It just feels quality. Plus the UI and and dark background are classy. The game is Twine, so you get the save functions of Twine and all that jazz. Anyways, descriptions are well done, the worldbuilding is grounded and helps form the politics in-game. It's thought-out and noticeable. The player customization goes hard and you even get the option to play mute! In The King's Hound, you also find a game that provides the LGBTQ+ demographic and FemMC playing community a welcoming and acknowledging home. The descriptions of the fight scenes and battles (like action set pieces) are good and don't leave you scratching your head. The transitions between paragraphs and pages happen naturally and without breaking pace, which shows the talent of a writer that considers their audience. Also, in regards to the King Arthur mythos and worldbuilding done by the author, i just really appreciate the fact that Camelot is Welsh.

It just gives me an idea of how much the author researched or cares about the mythos to give that respect of origin for the story. I had problems with how King Arthur was being super nice at first, but the author recently stated in a post that Arthur was acting in such a manner because he is deliberately trying to be the opposite of King Uther!

And that in the future, the work will offer more text to reveal that to us, the player.

The Bad: I wouldve liked being able to marry a cousin, niece, sister, or even daughter of King Arthur (or genderbender him) but that is literally my only complaint as a straight dude tryna self insert. The author tells you explicitly that you are marrying the king. If the author decides not to, as is their right and vision, I have no problem whatsoever. I still think the work is well written, and has many elements that i personally fuck with (low fantasy, grounded narrative, adult themes) The fact that i wish the author could change this, is only because i like the work so much. Instead, in this playthrough King Arthur will find that the MC practices

The Ugly: The MAP. But that's only because my history buff mind thinks of the British Isle when hearing these names and when i saw the map it physically gave me whiplash. But youre making your own version of the story, so bully!

The Aftermath: I know this game isnt catered towards me as a straight dude. It is a proud queer game with quality writing, that'd also do really well for the FemMC readers. I would recommend this game to anyone who wants a low fantasy medieval setting, with good writing, and grounded narratives that isn't a straight dude's traditional power fantasy.

Next playthrough, ima be a mute straight girl thatll hoe around King Arthur's court out of sheer spite

^Marci from Dota: Dragon Blood

[definitelynotshouting]

may i interest you in some scarian makeouts

Listen. We were all thinking it when Grian was screaming to Scar about starting resistances. Also technically this isnt even finished bc i wanted to put a proper opener on it before posting but,, i have unfortunately been too busy to sit down and write so i am throwing this into the void as is like meat pumpkins in the scarian enclosure. Mwah mwah please enjoy the food my fellow soldiers

"Scar, if you don't do something right now, I'm gonna start a resistance," Grian snaps. There's a tightness in his chest begging for release, to snap the building tension with the thunderous clap of TNT. The look he aims at Scar is nothing short of pleading, begging for some kind of intervention.

Scar, for his part, looks startled. "Um—" he stammers, eyes flicking over Grian helplessly.

Unfortunately, Grian doesn't have time for helplessness. "Scar, do something!"

"Do what?" Scar yelps in return; he's clearly out of his depth, fumbling for his bow and dropping it to the ground with a nervous clatter. "What do you— Grian, I don't even know what you want me to do here—"

"Just stop me before I do something I'm gonna regret!" Grian says desperately, and suddenly, a familiar glint flickers to life in Scar's eyes.

It's the bad idea glint. The I'm about to make this situation worse, glint. The I'm going to steal the enchanter, I'm going to run for mayor, I'm going to strip everyone's copper glint. Grian can't truly say he's surprised to see it.

But Scar only snaps his fingers. "Okay, okay, I've got it! You just— um. You— you know what, you just stay there, I'll come to you."

And before Grian can even process whatever that means, Scar is pacing forward, closing the distance between them with rapid, ground-eating strides. All thoughts of royal emeralds and resistances slide right out of Grian's head as Scar crowds into his personal space.

"Uh, Scar," Grian says, suddenly breathless for quite a few reasons, "um. Whatcha doing?"

"Distracting you!" Scar replies with far too much cheerful menace, then grabs Grian by the collar and reels him in for a kiss.

It's such an abrupt motion that Grian flinches before they can make contact, an electric shock running up his spine. But Scar chases that distance like a hunting hound, both hands coming up to frame Grian's face and hold him still— and then his lips are catching against Grian's, wind-chapped and gentle. Insistent. A warm, solid slide against his own, languidly coaxing them open. 

Another thrill of electricity runs through him, and after a moment's hesitation, Grian leans into it, eyes sliding shut as Scar's teeth catch briefly on his bottom lip. He's already fumbling for purchase— his hands flutter, trailing over Scar's arms before climbing to his shoulders, wreathing into his hair, and—

Grian tugs, just a bit too mean, and Scar's shocked hiss falls directly between Grian's teeth. If Scar wants to turn this into a distraction, he'll play along— but Grian's not going to make it easy for him.

"Oh, you are gonna get it for that, mister," Scar murmurs against his mouth, muffled and low, sweet as buckwheat honey. Grian shudders; every point of contact between them is kindling into a fire, spreading light and heat through his veins. He's swimming in it, crystalizing from the inside out, nothing but an empty, weightless cloud inside his mind. Scar's hands slide from his jaw to thread in his hair, and without warning, his head is gently tilted to the side.

Grian sucks in a sharp breath as Scar leans down and folds a delicate kiss into the triangle of skin between his jaw and ear. When he pulls back, the ghost of a breath fans cool air across it, wringing another shiver out of Grian's spine.

Scar leans down again; this time the kiss he presses to Grian's neck is not delicate. Instead, it's borders on a bite, nipping at sensitive skin until it begins to redden. Scar drags his tongue flat against what's no doubt a blossoming bruise, and Grian exhales in soft, trembling huffs that paint the air around them. Eyes closed, lips parted, a hazy glow curling beneath his sternum: Scar peppers his neck in kisses and bites, none quite as hard as the first, but intense nonetheless.

Finally, Scar dips to press one last, chaste kiss against his neck before pulling back and catching his lips once more. It's a faster slide this time, more demanding; Grian melts into it, curling his hands further into Scar's hair, cupping the back of his head to pull him closer. Scar's body is one warm line against him, an arm wrapping around his waist and pulling him close, even closer than they'd already been before. If this is drowning, Grian thinks, then he'll gladly welcome the floodwaters. If kissing Scar makes him this deliriously lightheaded, Grian will drown as many times as he's allowed.

Eventually, the pace slows. Scar swipes a thumb against his cheek, breaking the kiss only to dive back in for another, shorter one. And again. Again. Grian hums absently, a tuneless, crackling note that catches in his throat as the kisses between them taper off into gentle pecks, a closeness neither of them want to fracture.

It ends with both of their foreheads pressed together, breathing the same air, lips red and kiss-swollen. Grian licks his absently; they tingle, gently bruised, and the noise that trickles out of his throat without permission sounds wrecked.

"Good distraction?" Scar mutters absently. The hand around his waist has abandoned its post in favour of stroking Grian's hair. It's a soothing, lulling motion, and Grian fights the hypnotic rhythm of it.

"Distraction?" he manages to rasp after a moment.

A beat. Then Scar giggles, a bright, soap-bubble sound that floats in the sunshine around them. "Well, that sounds like a pretty good review of the Goodtimes Distraction Services to me," he says, and pulls away with visible reluctance. His eyes crinkle at the corners; he looks fond. "You need anymore resisting against resistances, you know where to find me."

Grian lets him go with a shiver and a dirty look for the cool air that rushes in between them. Despite the chill, though, he feels warmed through. "Yeah," he says, lifting one hand to touch the mark high on his neck. It throbs; he presses down just to feel it. "Yeah, I guess I do. Tha— is it weird to say thanks, Scar?"

"Only if you don't buy me dinner on the first date," Scar replies breezily, and Grian chokes on a laugh.

"I'll write that down," he says dryly, and joins Scar as he meanders back toward Scarland's Main Street, all thoughts of resisting far behind him.

[bearyzdiary]

Dead Girl Walking

Francis x Reader

This diary entry contains…Suggestive|Friends to lovers|Based off dead girl walking from heathers|Francis is a loser|They don’t fuck| Reader wears a skirt|Francis is a teenager in this| Virgin loser Francis| A oneshot where Reader isnt a baker shocking| Not the best written|

A/N: Me and my friend watched heathers and I really really loved dead girl walking and thought hmm who would it fit and instantly thought oh Francis since i feel like i should write for him more since i wrote alot about simon. Im sorry if the ending isnt the best i was running low on ideas on how to end it off but i hope you guys enjoy it the best you could.

You nearly tripped over your own boots as you mumbled as you pushed your hair out your face. You wished you never went to that stupid highschool homecoming game party. You ended up drinking too much, crowd surfing and puking all over one of the populaur girls.

You don't remember what you did before to make her really hate you. You just wanted to loosen up a bit have fun but ended up making a fool of yourself.

A part of you felt relived at the fact Francis didn't come. You would rather walk over a nail bed barefoot then let your best friend see you act a mess.

You stumbled around the neighborhood you knew Francis lived in. You were slowly sobering up as you sipped a water bottle you bought at a local gas station.

You didn't know what to do exactly as you noticed the familiar colored house stand out too you the most. You realized the best thing to do before your life was ruined was spend the night with Francis. You pick up the pace as you began to make your way closer to his house.

Cutting through his yard as you avoided stepping on any twigs that would cause unwanted attention. You snuck to the side of the house as you stopped at Francis's window.

The stupid thing had a lock installed after his mother decided to install them. You knew how to break locks like the one on his window thanks to him teaching you. You stopped for a second to think before shrugging and snapping the lock.

You pushed up the window as you struggled getting inside as you fell onto the ground with a thud and a groan. You sat up as you rubbed your head before getting up.

You closed his window before wincing at the fact the lock was now broken. You shook your head before turning to look at Francis who was stirring in his sleep.

You step closer to him as you slightly wobble. The alcohol wasnt fully out of your system just yet as you stood over him. You smile as you brush a piece of his hair out of his face. It was clear he was in need of a haircut but you didn't mind. You placed your water bottle on his nightstand before turning your attention back to him.

You knew that you really liked him. Even if people didn't understand why, You just felt very attracted to him. You felt safe with him and you could be yourself when your around him.

Everything about him made him more attractive than the rest of the guys at the highschool you both attended. You did everything with him, Talked about everything. It was never a dull moment between you too.

In the middle of your thinking, Francis slowly began to wake up as he noticed you just sitting there, Staring at him. He jumped up as you backed away. "Holy shit (y/n). you scared the fuck out of me" He said as he squinted his eyes before sniffing. "You reek of alcohol and sweat." He said as he rubbed his eyes.

"Well yeah, I went to the homecoming party and kinda... embarrased myself" You admitted as you messed with your skirt. Francis moved to turn on his side lamp before you stopped him. He looked at you confused on why you didn't want some light but you just shushed him.

"Is your mom home?" you asked as you moved to sit ontop of him. He shook his head no before licking his lips. "No she went out of town to see some of my family" He said as he looked at you confused. You nodded as you looked at the clock on his bedside table.

"Are you still a virgin Franci?" You asked as you slightly pushed his shirt up as he choked on his own spit. "well uh yeah" He said as she watched the way your pointer finger swirl around the area just before his waistband to his sweatpants.

"Do you still wanna be a virgin?" You asked as you moved your finger down just a little bit as you kept eye contact with him. Francis swallowed before shrugging. "Weird question, i don't know. I haven't thought much about it to be honest" He said as he slowly moved his hands to rest on your waist.

You slightly rock your hips as Francis bites at his bottom lip. "I can help change that if you would like." You say as you moved your hand up from his belly towards his chin as you pulled his face closer to yours.

Francis nodded slowly as you smiled and placed your lips onto his. His lips tasted fairly like the cupcake flavored chapstick you bought him. As you pulled away, Francis look a little worried. It was easy to tell what he was wondering. "I'm on the pill if that was what you were thinking" You said as you twirled a piece of his soft hair around your finger.

He nodded before opening his mouth. "Not only that but like i said, I'm still a virgin. I've never fucked anyone to know what i'm really doing" He said as he looked away. "Then i'll just teach you, No big deal" You said as you patted his shoulder before moving your hands back to his stomach.

It was silent as the both of you kinda just looked at each other, Not knowing what to say. You tucked a piece of his hair behind his ear before leaning in again.

Francis closed the gap as he pulled you closer. He helped you get your clothes off only leaving you in your underwear. You helped him get his clothes off. You never dreamed in your life you would be sitting in your best friends room, Half naked making out.

You pulled away before smiling. "Have i ever told you how much i adored you." You asked while panting. Francis shook his head as he licked his lips. "I've always adored you. Your such a nerd and you dont take smack from most people" You say as you looked over his facial features.

"I also..i've always adored you too. Your so pretty and you were always there for me through everything." Francis said. You smiled as you grabbed his hand before giving it a tight squeeze.

"So..what do you wanna be" You asked. Francis squeezed your hand before sighing. "I wanna be yours" He said as he placed his hand on your hip. You smile as you lean back in while moving your hand to undo your bra.

Francis grabbed your face as he helped you. The rest of the night was perfect for the both of you. You both got your feelings off your chest. You didn't have to worry about fucking up your friendship. Francis held you in his arms as the sounds of your heavy breathing, The sound of his fan slowly spinning around the room.

You let out a heavy breath as you felt safe in francis's arms. You didn't even care about what happened monday. You were glad that you had francis all to yourself for the weekend.

[joongbin]

i just had this idea pop up when i remember i usually go to school on my bike

so m!reader x chan where m/n goes to uni with his friends with their bikes, like the usually do and they do stupid shit on the way and m/n gets hit by a car while he isnt paying attention,, time skip he gets in the hospital and chan hears the news from one of m/ns friends and rushes to the hospital (m/n makes it out alive with semi permanent injuries,, like partially deaf or smth)

so yeah very angsty but kinda fluff at end??

➤ DON'T LEAVE ME. - C. BC

꒰ ignoring one of the precautions whenever you do something is always a horrible idea, and what if you do ignore one while riding a bicycle?

+ pairings: bang chan x male reader

× warnings: reader gets hits by a car, reader almost dies.

# genre: angst 2 fluff

& this ask is so interesting (also thank god it's only for 1 member)

You attended a university with a few of your friends and Chan, one of your more closer friends. You always hung out with him, that was unless he was busy with studying.

You always went by bicycle to school with tour friends. You preferred to go a little early in the morning because you guys do silly shit and there's barely any cars.

-

While you were playing around with your friends on your bicycle, an incoming car suddenly collided with you, injuring you horribly as one of your friends called the ambulance. Blood was all over your face and under you. You couldn't feel anything.

You laid there, vision blurry and then— everything went black.

You were rushed to the hospital immediately, losing blood at a rapid pace as they tried to keep you alive. You were, well, passed out.

And your friends were at school, having to tell the teachers what happened. Chan hadn't heard it yet, though. That was until he realized you weren't on school grounds at all.

He approached one of your friends, tapping them by the shoulder as the friend had puffy, red eyed from crying.

“ Hey- why are you crying? What happened? ” Chan looked worried, patting the other's back.

“ Fuck- Chan. I'm sorry. You're gonna ask about (name), right? ” Your friend said, wiping off the tears that were still on his cheeks.

“ Yeah- ”

“ He's at the nearest hospital. ” Chan looked at your friend, eyes wide. His hands were shaking.

What could've happened to you? Were you okay? Were you even alive? These questions flooded his mind until the school bell rang.

Chan rushed to the hospital, not caring for his next class as he ran as fast as he could to the nearest hospital.

Tears slowly started to gather up and drip down his cheeks. His legs hurting the more he ran.

He reached the hospital and rushed to the counter, breath shaky as he tried to wipe the tears off his cheeks.

“ W-Where's (name)? ” His voice was weak. The nurse behind the counter told that you were in room 6. He walked ad quickly as he could since the entire place was filled with patients and he didn't wanna disturb them.

He looked at the window that was on the door and there you were, patched up and looking barely alive. Chan pushed the door to see you.

He hoped that you would make it out alive, holding your hand as he sobbed on the hospital's bed. The doctor in the room looked at him, rather disappointingly.

“ .. Sir, I'm sorry but .. we're not sure if he's gonna make it. ” Chan immediately looked at the door, his pupils shaking. He doesn't wanna— he couldn't lose you. You were his life.

Tears soon started to overflow and drip down his cheeks again as he looked at your face. He bit his bottom lip, clenching on your hand tighter.

-

After a few hours of him waiting for you, a sign of life showed. Your eye twitched, and they both slowly opened. You hadn't realized it yet.

You were at a hospital. You sat up to look around and there he was, your best friend Chan was holding your hand. You smiled at him.

“ Chan. ” Your voice was weak, but it was loud enough for Chan to look up and see your face. He hugged you, not tightly since he doesn't wanna kill you.

“ I thought you were dead. ” He sniffled. You smiled at him warmly, patting his back to reassure him.

“ I .. can't really hear what you said.. ” You chuckled. You were left with semi permanent injuries which were that you were partially deaf. It would be gone after a few months or maybe even years, but it wasn't permanent.

“ I'm just glad you're alive. ”

[hyenagurl]

I haven’t really super analyzed/seen the twin peaks/fire walk with me stuff but I am super curious, what’s Laura Palmer’s whole thing? She seems interesting if not tragic & I love to hear people talk about characters they’re passionate about so I thought I’d pop by and ask!

THANK YOU SO MUCH FOR ASKING ill try to keep this thing as coherent as i can. basically when twin peaks starts out laura palmer is basically just the Dead Girl and it appears at first that there isnt going to be much depth to her. that shes a mystery to be solved. her corpse is discovered washed up on the beach wrapped in plastic, and it sets the stage for the whole first season of the show: Who Killed Laura Palmer? and its like okay its gonna just be a murder mystery, albeit a fun offbeat david lynch sort of mystery. the fact that the first few episodes have an almost parody sort of feel that was poking fun at soap operas at the time didnt help either.

but the show creeps along and its a lot more than that. every person in the small town of twin peaks is unraveling bc of her death, her closest friends and family most of all but even people who barely knew her and we spend plenty of time exploring how every person is reacting to it. it becomes clear even before the audience knows her and the circumstances of her death that it has left a huge hole in the town, and her absence is constantly felt in every episode. shes gone but shes very much there. before long shes as much the protagonist as Dale Cooper, the FBI agent who is working on her case. i dont wanna explain too much about the details of the process of him uncovering her life and her murder, both to avoid spoilers and bc its convoluted david lynch mind fuckery, but the deeper he gets into the case, he starts seeing visions of laura palmer, begging him to help her, aiding him where she can.

when her killer is revealed at the end of season 2, its a gut punch not bc its so much as a surprise but because there was plenty of foreshadowing as to who it is, and youre hoping that its not true because its just so awful but you cant look away. Dale Cooper travels to the Black Lodge, a sort of hell where souls in anguish go (its david lynch fuckery, my best approximation of it), and he sees there Laura Palmer’s “doppelgänger”: that is, the part of her that is still tormented by her horrible death, and has been stuck there the whole time the show has been creeping at its slow pace, and dale cooper has been stuck unraveling the mystery. and when he finds her there, she shrieks. she is shrieking not just with pain and horror but with pure, unadulterated rage at what as happened to her. she cant get out and there is no escape for her here and she didnt deserve it.

this is the scene. it wont spoil anything if you watch it, but i consider this scene to be what really made me so fascinated with laura palmer and i consider it to be almost the heart of the show. dale cooper finds her here, and this is where he becomes “trapped” in the Black Lodge; any person who shows fear in this hellish realm will have their souls destroyed and can never leave (again, lynch stuff). so this is where he remains until season 3, 25 years later.

but even that is only scratching the surface. after season two, Twin Peaks: Fire Walk with Me is released, as the prequel to the show. its here where we see Laura Palmer’s final week on earth and we see what she was really like. Again, I dont want to spoil it, but its here we really see that she knew her murderer and that she was being sexually abused by someone in her family, she was addicted to hard drugs and was promiscuous and leading a that double life completely unknown to her friends and family. as beloved as she was by people in her small town they had no idea the person she had really become and no idea of the agony she was suffering. not until it was too late.

now reading that its easy to think that this movie could have turned into an offensive, voyeuristic mess. but between lynch’s directing and sheryl lee’s phenomenal acting, the whole movie just aches with compassion for Laura Palmer. we’re with her every step of the way until the very last minute, and it manages this without showing any of the actual abuse or dehumanizing her (which since this came out in 1992 is very shocking to me).

and do you know what? when this movie came out, people MOCKED it at cannes’ film festival. they hated this movie, they thought it was campy, overwrought and goofy. and maybe some parts of it are, but it’s very clear that lynch intended this to be a very serious and compassionate look at a rape victim’s trauma.

theres a lot more, i mean you can write novels on the tv show alone, but when people talk about twin peaks they tend to talk more about lynch’s eerie imagery and less about laura palmer’s character, which is strange bc its such a potent emotional core of the show.

[twistedwonderlandboiimagines]

Heyo! I'd like to request a romantic TWST match-up if you're still taking them, thank you!

I'm a Libra INFP

Personality: I'm a tomboy that tends to lean more towards an optimistic point of view, always striving to better myself for the people I care about and leave a positive impact on the world around me. As hard as I try to learn and be patient and break patterns I grew up with, I definitely have my moments of backsliding into snapping at the slightest inconveniences and adopting a very passive aggressive persona of sorts. But with that being said, I've also worked hard to develop my self awareness to realize when I've gone too far and to try and make things right when the worst does happen. Compassion is something I try very hard to embody and I've been described as bubbly by my friends lmao.

I'm also a very curious person, a lover of stories that were my friends growing up (if it helps any I heavily relate to Belle from Beauty and the Beast). I like learning what weird and strange things are out there in the world and figuring out how different stories manage to move me in different ways and how other people read into them.

Likes: I draw, I write, I play a little guitar, I sing, I collect art books, I generally adore the arts in any form they take. Physical touch and words of affirmation are my love languages and I give amazing hugs according to a lot of people in and outside my family. I tend to daydream a lot and I get my best ideas from those sessions, and I value my alone time to recharge my social battery as much as I like spending time with the people I care about.

Dislikes: Constantly having to be the only one driving the conversation is a deal breaker for me, I want who I'm talking to to be invested and ready and willing to engage with me. Extreme close-mindedness and inflexibility towards even considering different perspectives is also a deal breaker.

Overall, what I want the most out of a partner is to be seen and understood.

Anon, the past delinquent turned honor student i pair you up is..

Deuce Spade

Lets be honest a tomboy partner would fit him given his history of liking to rumble

He's all for you trying to change for the better given that he's on the same journey himself! It'd be great for the two of you to keep each other accountable (if Riddle isnt around to straighten him out of course

Deuce likes that you've got your hand in a bit of everything in terms of hobbies, it makes him curious to try them out himself and he can show you some of his, like riding blastcycles.

He also very much appreciates your optimism, giving the students at NRC can be a bit nasty to each other at times.

The Heartslabyul student doesn't mind you being an introvert, things are always lively at school regardless so if anything its a change of pace

will literally fight or deal with what or whoever makes you upset; sometimes he isn't the best at keeping his own emotions in check so if you're angry, he is too

As for the love languages, Deuce doesn't mind hugging or physical contact, you can do as much as you want with him, and he always praises you when you've done something he finds smart or cool.

According to your zodiac signs, Gemini and Libra are a strong match!

[bludraws094]

ok so i made a playlist for @feathery-bitch

and heres my reasoning for the songs:

never meant to know (cj): memory shit

spring and a storm (cj): vibes

mucka blucka (cj): hehe birb

good day (cj): :)

be born (cj): :)

the bidding (cj): mainly the “and here he is the piece of shit” part, they dont think theyre a good person

were gonna win: vibes

variations on a cloud (cj): vibes

greener (cj): :)

end the dance: :)

pit: :)

every ounce of energy: :)

three paces away: :)

wings of wax: hehe birb

k k cruisin (cj): vibes

slutteral gump (cj): vibes

good day: vibes

spring and a storm: vibes and also i love og spring and a storm <3

dream: i cant explain it but it manages to fit perfectly without even having words

never meant to know: memory shit

&: i cant find the words to explain it but trust me, it fits

hymn for a scarecrow: hehe birb but it also does fit surprisingly well, with the whole wondering thing and the mentions of blame

the trap: internet song

turn the lights off: DONT GO IN THERE YOULL BECOME ONE FREAKY CREATURES MONSTER PARTY-

misery fell: vibes

fate of the stars: i again cant find the words to explain it

variations on a cloud: vibes

isle unto thyself: i was a victim of magic apollo-

murders: “im gonna commit murders miracle musical” (in other words, its a joke)

the mind electric: vibes

time machine: cant find the fucking words

stranded lullaby: vibes

my time: :)

burning pile: :)

pale machine: cant find the words

2012: memory shit

the song with five names: yes or no isnt null yes it is no i dont know yes or no isnt that a silly question ask it anyways cus-

hand me my shovel im going in: my dreams were shattered like a stained glass window jesus in pieces i believe i threw a brick right through him but my memory could not be saved-

dr sunshine is dead: :)

lysergide daydream: :)

jimmy mushrooms last drink: :)

everything is a lot: i hope this one is easy to understand why bcus i cant figure out how to explain it

marsha thankk you for the dialetics: and a little identity never hurt nobody but lately youve been focusing too much on yourself-

against the kitchen floor: the fucking chorus. just. the entire chorus. including the last one.

wrecking ball: vibes

amnesia was her name: memory shit

knife fight: the gag of it having comically large weapons

sundial: i cant really explain it, it just fits. it also mentions memory shit a couple times

fine: i needed something positive on here, and it does kinda fit in a way

everything at once: idk it just fits (also i just had an idea for something with the anons involving this song)

feel better: vibes and also i really wanted to put a penelope scott song on here

premonition: running joke

[spikeinthepunch]

i gotta deal w people's shitty comments on my lisa video so you also have to deal with my (not actually shitty) thoughts on joyful again just bc i want to vent after seeing those comments lmao

there was one especially that was stating the new end dialog at Buzzo defeats to purpose of why he is biting himself during battle in order to avoid fighting Buddy. like. Buddy may have absolutely beat him near death with her words but like. so much of his problems arent about Buddy and how he reacted to her, him attacking himself has to do with how he blames himself so hard for so much of what happened too. I don't think he's necessarily avoiding attacking Buddy (to some level i would say yes) he is just literally breaking down and hates himself so much.

Which also is where my thought goes towards why the dialog exists and why she talks that way at him. i want to wholly say i dont love the dialog even if i think some parts are good... overall i probably wouldnt have wanted all that? much like all of Joyful, its poorly paced, and i think that just added to the bad pacing, its very sudden and also very long. but in the original buzzo completely blames himself for everything and with little else happening it kinda comes out like it is supposed to be his fault. they dont say much else. and i was less of a fan of that because it didnt feel right to brush off all of everyone's actions (esp brad's) because apparently it was buzzo's fault for starting a lot of it. you could assume again that its just him blaming himself and to not take it seriously, but there just isnt much done at the end to make that the intent.

this dialog does that... to the extreme i guess. when i think about it being some kind of outlet for the dev, i say that in the sense that it kinda feels like backtracking to give a proper verbal beat down on how you shouldnt have taken it that way. and dare i say it feels like commentary to how fans took it too. not in the way that its insulting fans for not liking the game. but going through old topics forums etc i noticed a ton of people after this game took lisa as being horrible. which was a shock to me. sure, buzzo's secret showed how their relationship was, and the epilogue showed some awful stuff buzzo had to do. to me the new dialog feels like an attempt add what couldnt be said, and to say 'no actually you shouldnt assume this about lisa--' to buzzo as a character and also projecting out to fans reacting the same.

its a shame this game is still hindered by its pacing because if it was slowed down to tackle all these ideas, i think itd be a good game. bc i dont mind the ideas, plot, and even characterization.

[iscratchdoors]

blah blah trans healthcare rant dont mind me

i know people get pissy about regrets being given voice but holy fucking shit i should have not taken my time trying to get on hrt. i already knew i would eventually have to get top surgery to live my life normally at like 14 years old but for like 2-4 years after i was going back and forth on wanting to go on t, partially bc i wasn't sure i wanted all its effects and to look like a Manly Macho Man (wow a 15 year old struggling with the idea of looking like a 40 year old man? no way) and other gender stuff but mostly because everything i'd heard about trying to get hrt was a fucking horror story and i was already dealing with a ton of shit so i took my time to really make 100% sure i wanted to be on t (coincidentally happened when i became an adult and youthful androgyny stopped being an option, who woulda thought?) before ever contacting a doctor about it and holy FUCK was that a bad idea

it's always "take your time" and "don't rush into things" but holy fuck the waiting game is fucking insufferable. i did exactly that and took my time but turns out, so will my doctor! it does not matter how much Taking My Time(tm) i have done before seeking medical intervention this dipshit needs to take half a fucking year to even start talking to me about treatment. 6 appointments since last year and i've so far done nearly all the talking and gotten 0 information back and for about half of those ive been hearing that "next time we might talk about the next step" and guess what! we fucking haven't! because i need to wait, wait, wait, and make sure, and wait

for fucking what? ive already done all the making sure, giving me more time isn't going to change shit except delay my ability to live a normal goddamn life. he's not a psychologist and clearly doesn't know shit about autism, so i have no clue why he thinks he's qualified to decide if that has somehow tricked me into thinking im trans, a thing that famously happens. he's not telling me shit about fuck about how my treatment might even go and im not allowed to even fucking ask because that immediately gets shot down with "well we cant just give you hormones right away" BITCH FIRST OF ALL its been MONTHS ive had all my psychiatric work done for YEARS before i ever had to deal with your donkey-headed ass and im literally just ASKING. FOR INFORMATION. NOT A PRESCRIPTION.

but noooo we have to wait wait wait, wait before we even talk about the one goddamn thing i came for. like we arent sitting here having talks about my truest inner self and how to best achieve it or whatever the fuck i didnt come here for counseling and it certainly isnt what im fucking getting. like what the fuck does he think is going to happen during an arbitrarily decided waiting period? i suddenly change my mind? without him giving me ANY information about what im getting myself into? hes going to discover some secret psychosis i have that my ACTUAL PSYCHIATRIST didn't for years??? it doesn't make any sense. it's always "oh you can't get hormones on the first appointment" WELL CAN I AT LEAST BE FUCKING SENT TO ENDO BY THE GODDAMN SIXTH???? im not taking shit at my own pace im entirely reliant on someone else's that they decided for me with frankly no justification

and i can't even vent my frustrations about this to acquaintances and relatives because for some goddamn fucking reason, they almost ALWAYS take the doctor's side. i complain about the shit i had to go with my joints, nobody assumes the doctor was in the right when i tell a story of how they fucked something up or were a prick. i say one bad word about THIS motherfucker and suddenly well the doctor has his reasons surely :((( you cant just expect to be given what you want immediately :(((((( what if someone gets on hormones and changes their mind :(((((( not you just Someone :((((((( still your problem tho :(((((((( by the way i need you to listen to this story about how a trans person you've never met annoyed me once :) i dont have anything against trans people btw did i mention that? i really dont. if you want medical treatment die tho.

every single fucking time. what the hell is it about transgender healthcare specifically that always makes people play defense for a medical professional they dont know anything about. i know im kind of unhinged with anger and hyperbolic from rant frenzy but i mean no exaggeration when i say that i genuinely believe that half of these people would rather see 100 trans dudes kill themselves than let 1 confused cis girl end up with a deep voice and extra body hair. it's fucking ridiculous. even my goddamn social worker gave me the "can't expect hormones at first appointment" speech. a fucking WEEK ago. first appointment was LAST YEAR girl. no matter how directly i describe exactly what's wrong with my doctor's approach and why (it's not only the waiting period he's just a general cunt) somehow the narrative of the entitled impatient trans person who is attacking this poor poor medical professional on an unhinged whim when really they could just accept themself and be cis and happy :( is the first thing that springs to their mind. there's not an ounce of trust in me, or anyone else in my position.

and this is all just the first step. i'm already looking into paying out of pocket for surgery because the fucking rate this is going at doing it the standard way seems a last resort more than anything. but to even get into talks about getting surgery done, in ANOTHER FUCKING COUNTRY most likely, at that, because fuck me for being born here, i of course need to be diagnosed and on hrt! haha! amazing! i can't do shit to progress any further until ONE OLD FART decides that i'm allowed! wanna permanently ruin your health with booze and smoking? sure! you're an adult! wanna get a cosmetic surgery in line with your agab? aye if you can pay for it! oh you want to get a different cosmetic surgery to improve your mental health at well over 18? now hold on there bucko we're going to need 2 doctors to sign off on that, what if youre just being an insane wackadoodle and you'll regret the horrible, horrible fate of not having titties while living as a dude. that's not a decision you can just make. have you considered spending the rest of your life unable to comfortably go outside or even move around much inside your own home instead? seems like a much safer option.

and all the waiting and frustration is one thing but the absolute lack of support is what really finishes the job. i go to my dumbass dipshit appointments and do my dumbass dipshit jester dance of how good of a trans i am and may i please please please have a crumb of medical care sir? spare a doing your fucking job sir? and after that goddamn exhausting ordeal of justifying my right to existence and well being i go home and instead of winding down i fucking do it again. no reprieve. and then i go to my room and i wait, wait, wait, wait, and wait, and it never fucking ends, and all i do is wait, wait wait, wait, wait, and i barely even get to talk to people who aren't paid to do it anymore, and i wait, wait, wait, and im slowly going more and more insane, and wait, wait, wait, and life is a fucking nightmare, and i wait, wait, wait, wait, wait, wait, wait, wait, wait, and there's no one left to ask for help, and i wait, wait, wait, wait, wait, wait, wait, wait, wait, wait, and think about putting a hole in my skull, and wait, and wait, and wait

[rightxonxmain-archived]

smolcuriouskitten:

Onyx let out a small wheeze as shes hugged back, her heart swelling 50 paces. Even if he didnt use his words well, he showed through his actions and how she loved it. Before she could stop herself, she let out adorable giggles, kicking her legs as shes squeezed smiling brightly. "Thank...you!" She squeals out, holding his face and wiping his tears once shes released, looking up at him.

She wasnt lying, the magic repaired his head good as new! In fact, Onyx was messing with his curls, being able to appreciate them again. "I missed playing with your hair so so much. I should. I need to stop stealing your tshirts after we have sex exclusively so Im gonna move to hoodies and hats." She teases, kissing his forehead.

Hearing Alymer out, her eyes narrowed with his explanation, looking at his little movements. Judging from his tone he wasnt lying and that would explain why he was in such a position, which made her wonder if she should have stayed by to see the rest. "I suppose. Doesnt mean you should put him in compromising positions like you did with the woman in the alley." She glares daggers at the turd like thing.

"We can come to an agreement on something if you promise me." Onyx brings Alymer a bit closer to her, as if taunting him. "In my job, most if not all clients do not want the body to be disposed of so if you eat brains, you can have a buffet if you tag along with me. If you promise not to put Brian through the trauma of munching on brains. I would rather do it since Im used to death, he isnt. Understand?" She glanced over at Brian during his words but her focus was mainly on Alymer.

Giving the blue man back once Brian asked, she nods once he asked if they can talk. "Absolutely we can. Hold my hand and dont let go." She demands, grabbing his hand and snapping her finger, teleporting them back to their apartment. "Ta-da!" She chirps and gave a soft smile. "Brian...I dont know if I formally apologized...but I am so sorry about leaving you. This? Me expressing myself? Being vulnerable? I...I wasnt ready for that then. I was scared of being hurt like I was so many times before so I left before I could get hurt. I was selfish. I feared the idea of falling for you because I was scared of being hurt."

She hugs him again, gently pressing her face into his chest. "Men....men scare me. Alot. This? Im not used too. Thanks to my sister, despite how bitchy she can be, she made me realize running from this isnt the best idea. Im sorry to make you find solace in someone else...when you should have found solace in me. Im sorry..." Onyx was starting to soften up, apparent in her face and body language, her shoulders relaxing and the tenseness in her face releasing.

"What's mine is yours," Brian answered, a dreamy look in his eyes for just to have her back and wanting him still. Even talking about getting physical. The sweet kiss to his forehead was the cherry on top.

"Think of it only as his penis for her brains... What would you rather have gotten sucked then, hmm? You should be THANKING me." Aylmer wasn't guilty over the death, nor was he guilty over using Brian to find food. That said, it wasn't in his best interest to become enemies with Onyx.

"Alright," Aylmer mumbled, his voice for once as small as he was. His purplish blue beady little eyes looked away briefly, feigning the indecipherable. "But not before I know what I'm promising..."

The parasite's focus remained neither here nor there, slowly coming to an agreement to obtain hid food in the way she'd proposed.

Brian secured Aylmer with one hand and clutched Onyx's with the other as directed. Now that his mind was clear, he felt especially protective of both Aylmer and Onyx.

"... Men scare everybody, I think," Brian began. "That's why guys are always getting into fights and avoiding each other..." With her face pressed against him, Brian finally allowed himself to really cry it out. "I did find solace in you, Onyx, that's why it hurt so much that first time you left... Aylmer took advantage of me, it's true, but I'm the one that took advantage of him this last time, and I know that now... He paid for it, and I paid for it... with your absence, again... and even though I don't remember what I did when Aylmer had control of me, you do remember... For that, Onyx, I'm more sorry than I can express... and I'm sorry that I've kept my bigger feelings down instead of talking them out with you.... You're not the only one who gets scared of you getting hurt..." Brian sighed, swaying slightly with her in his arms. "It's not an excuse, but it was my reasoning..."

"I accept your apology, Brian, as clumsy and downright foolish as it was... You never did say what you wanted to talk about, you know...."

"That's because Onyx already said it for me!" Brian answered with a grin, looking at Onyx rather than at Aylmer. Without thinking, he reached into his jacket and rubbed a finger over the parasite's head. He was happy for Aylmer, knowing he wasn't going to be in trouble with Onyx, so long as he stuck to the pact and ate only from her targets. Deep down, however, he was still ill at ease over the fact his true love was a cold-blooded killer. Baby steps, he thought. One thing at a time.

"It's almost like we share the same brain, babe."

After hearing what he'd said, Brian visibly cringed. If he never had to think about brains, see brains, or even hear the b-word, he'd feel infinitely happier. Imagine if any combination of them did share the same brain? He never even realised Aylmer had been able to hear his thoughts at one time.

"I hope it's alright to ask... Can your magic fix this?" Brian referred to the apartment and the surrounding complex in a sweeping motion. "I'd ask to stay at your place, but I don't think those women would like that too much... And Aylmer... He's got this thing about..." Brian gulped. "Witches." Yes, Onyx too was a witch, but the trio had a special arrangement now which resulted in setting aside bias or fear as a whole.

smolcuriouskitten // cont'd [ x ]

Brian didn't face Onyx straightaway but gradually turned his head towards the woman he loved. He knew that making eye contact wasn't an imperative since she seemed to never change her expression (usually) and therefore it wasn't easy to read her reaction to what was being said to her.

Still, he had called her in here and now he was obligated to treat this like an actual civil conversation.

"Well, that's kind of just it-"

The young man practically recoiled when he saw that grin which was, unfortunately, getting to be more and more characteristic. It was also a bit of a 'war flashback' moment for him, as he could recall breaking out into maniacal smiles for no reason at all starting with his connection to Aylmer.

"You and he have been doing an awful lot of talking lately..." Brian sighed, still in the dark as to the light shooting out of his head. Right now he had a rig of saran wrap and tape over it to keep the elements out, but he knew that would only get him so far. Needless to say, hats were a must when out in public. His brother Mike was bringing new fashions over weekly.

"I just don't want you going down the same path as I have, Onyx... And I don't want more trouble for Aylmer, either... It's not any secret how much I've had to pay the cops to keep quiet about things as they are..."

***

The parasite was indeed incapacitated, currently swaddled and sipping chicken brains from a blender cup with a straw, but the severed link between himself and Brian had caused an additional phenomenon; he could now hear all of Brian's thoughts! Even from another room!

Needless to say, the attempted co-conspiring taking place in the bathroom caused unhappiness to swell inside of his blue body. Onyx was his only recourse during these tough times, this he believes wholeheartedly... Aylmer didn't actually posses a heart, instead a heart-like part called the aortic arch, but that's neither here nor there. All that mattered was his will to pit Onyx against Brian because Brain, bless him, was of little to no use anymore.

[thetypingpup]

Okay, but like, that panty sniffing ask you just answered... holy fuck....

just imagine incubus!Yuta with a panty sniffing kink (yes, I'm back on my bs, I can never get enough of incubus!Yuta). Anyways, maybe it's a day where you had a trip planned with a friend and he couldn't tag along so he's just been really missing you all day. He's just been hanging around in your room, maybe laying on your bed since he loves being surrounded by your scent, and then he gets and idea... his eyes dart to your hamper and before he knows it he's grabbed a pair of your old panties, shoving his nose into them as his hands go down his pants. Bonus points if every time he inhales his wings twitch a bit, flaring out when he comes all over his hand, teeth practically tearing at the fabric of your underwear as he tries to taste you on his tongue....

This was a personal attack and I demand compensation

Wheeeeew it's the buildup of this that really has me 😵💫. Like imagine it just starts off with a yearning for you. He's gotten so attached to you and he misses you so much, he just wanted something that reminds him of you. He was planning on grabbing a hoodie or a shirt when the bright fabric of your panties caught his eye. He sees it right at the top of the pile, right where he threw it when he all but ripped them off last night. Even from a distance he can still smell your arousal on the fabric, and it draws him closer. His mouth waters as he recalls the sweet nectar of your arousal, and before he knows it, he's picking up the delicate cloth. He inhales deeply, pressing the fabric against his nose so closely he gets lightheaded for a split second. His exhale is ragged with want, eyes gleaming so intensely he can see them in the reflection of the mirror. His other hand moves past the waistband of his pants, wasting no time wrapping his hands around his cock.

He sniffs your panties frantically, rubbing his face into the garment. Your scent quickly drives him wild, his wings stretching out and flexing with each shallow inhale. Precum flows from his dick and stains the front of his pants but he doesn't care. He closes his eyes and all he sees is you. He lays back on the bed, imagining you're bouncing up and down on his cock, imagining the vice grip he has on his length is actually you wrapped around him. His breathing picks up in time with the pace of his hand jerking himself off, your scent intensifying the pleasure. His tongue peeks out to taste the fabric, and fuck your taste drives him absolutely wild. He nips and licks at your panties, damn near chewing on the fabric, sucking out every little taste of you. He fucks his hand rapidly, the bed creaking from the force of his thrusts. His rough groans and carnal growls get louder and louder, barely obstructed by the way he rubs his face all over your panties. He doesn't care how loud he's being, all he's focused on is the way your taste melts over his tongue like the most succulent dessert he's ever tasted. All he cares about is that the memory of you isn't enough. The lingering hints of your scent and and taste arent enought. The image dancing in his mind isnt enough and he needs you right fucking now. His wings flare out dramatically as he cums all over his hand, his cry of your name sounding wild and ferociously lascivious. He tried to muffled his cry with your panties, but his fangs only ended up tearing them. There's no way someone didn't hear that.

[aquanova99]

Boy With Luv (Jungkook x Reader)

A/N: Not very good at the idol ones yet. I’m working on it I promise! I got most of the ideas from their Run episodes so the timeline obvs isnt accurate

A/N: Thank you for reading I appreciate you so much! I hope you are all having a great day. Asks are open and reblogs are super appreciated 💕

You had been lucky to get an internship at bighit entertainment. You were learning so much about managing bands. You had been even luckier to get into working with BTS. The paperwork you had to fill out had been endless. Piles and piles of NDA’s not that you minded, those guys already lived under a microscope. You were expecting the fast pace and long nights. What you hadn’t been expecting was to fall for the golden maknae.

 You first noticed when the crew you were working on was following Jungkook and Jimin around on a particularly hot day. This was common, the members often split up do different tasks or activities, you weren’t expecting to suddenly have red slushie in your hand. You remember being speechless at the gesture, even with the kindest idols this wasn’t supposed to be normal behavior, at least not from what you’d been told. All you could do was offer a small bow while he had already moved on to the next person to make sure they all had refreshments. You noticed the small acts of kindness never stopped with the group but Jungkook especially.

 Since you had just been an intern the only people you spoke to was the manager as you were supposed to be shadowing. The environment had always been pleasant but you thought it was better to hide in the background. No matter how many times anyone told you to relax, you couldn’t. You were not risking any chance of this possibly being an actual job, besides what if you said something ridiculous in front of the members, or worse him. You thought it was better to just answer any questions they had as formally as possible, luckily it was mainly Namjoon and Jin asking question. Watching out for their little family. It was always a relief, you knew if it had been Jungkook…well you doubted you would be able to keep your composure.

 It had come to your attention that you couldn’t him forever. Especially when you had been called on set when it was time to film an mv. The manager had been running around everywhere trying to make sure everything got done, promotions, scheduling, they had been so focused on the social media they asked you to be ready to answer any questions the members may have. Okay, you thought, easy enough. You had been caught up on everything and the members had been briefed for all the activities that day anyway. You were hoping to prove yourself. Everything would be fine.

 Except, it wasn’t. We were falling behind filming. The choreography was difficult and some of the members were struggling. The directors didn’t let up. Which normally, okay its not your place to say anything, but you couldn’t remember the last time these guys ate. They needed a break. They weren’t focused, you could tell that they need a break. Just a quick one to get their energy back. They couldn’t keep going from take to makeup to take to makeup. It was too much. You first went to check that the catering was still good, and then you did your best to steel your nerves and went up to the director.

 “Excuse me, sir?”

 “Can’t you see we’re filming? Not now.”

 “The members need a break. They can continue after they get something quick to eat.” You said as calmly as you could, keeping your voice steady

 “We are already behind schedule! They can rest when they get this right!”

 “They can continue once they take a break.” Your tone slightly raising, you knew he was irritated. And he was right they were behind but these were people not machines, no matter how perfect they usually were. “Do you honestly think this is going to get better like this?”

 “Ah who do you think you’re talking to? You don’t even actually work here. Get out of my face.” You could feel the members eyes on your conversation

 “I may just be an intern but this is still my job, I’m not asking anymore. They need a break. And I’m sure you do too. They will be back in thirty minutes.” You turned over to the members, “The food is ready. We are running behind so lets try and get this done as soon as we’re done, yes?” The director scoffed and stormed off. The guys didn’t hesitate to go grab something to eat. You saw Jungkook whispering to the older members but you couldn’t think about that now. You could feel your heart hammering in your chest, you didn’t know if you would get in trouble for what you did. The manager had been gone pretty much all day. What if your choice put them too behind schedule. You needed some air, you decided to step out for a few minutes and recollect your thoughts. Unfortunately, the second the air hit your face, tears started to pool. You could only imagine the stress the members felt. You took some deep breaths to settle yourself before you headed back in.

 You were hurrying to set, it was almost time to start again. Your phone buzzed form the manager, you immediately tried to read it. You should have slowed down because as soon as you reached the mv set you ran into the golden maknae himself. You dropped everything in your hands “Oh my god, I’m so sorry.”  You stammered out.

 “Don’t worry about it.” He immediately helped you try and gather all of your things. He held your phone out to you, “Thank you, by the way.”

 “Thank you? I just rammed into you.” You laughed incredulously

 “Yeah that wasn’t fun,” he chuckled as he ran his hand through his hair, “but I meant for earlier. We needed that. We will get it on this next take.”

 You smiled at his genuine energy and positive attitude. “All of you just do your best, and don’t overdo it.” You nodded at him and continued on your way. You could feel the heat rising to your cheeks and you needed to keep walking before your whole face turned red. The director suddenly announced shooting would begin again. You mind snapped to your phone. You took a deep breath before checking your message.

 We need to talk about today.

 Damn. This couldn’t be good. You sent a quick ‘ok.’ All you could do was wait until they got back. It didn’t take long. The manager pulled you aside as the band was finishing their take.

“I heard from the director you stopped production.” He said matter of factly.

“I’m sorry it’s just—“

He quickly out his hand up to stop you. This was it, you thought. No excuses for delaying the schedule. And you were doing so good too.

“I want to thank you.”

“I’m—im sorry what?”

“People often forget that idols are still people. Our company makes it point to treat them as such. The members also made sure to let me know what you did for them. I think we can manage to find a permanent position for you here, if you want it that is.”

“Uhm yes? Yes please. I mean thank you I—“

“Don’t worry about it, let’s just focus on getting these guys finished with everything.”

You nodded. The conversation ended lifting your spirits and pushing you to get even more work done. You looked over at the boys finishing the last shoot and you could swear you saw Jungkook quickly look away from you.

The next year went great. You were the assistant manager and as the boys fame grew so did the amount of work you had to put in. You unrequited crush on Jungkook only growing now that he would always smile or wave at you when everyone would meet up. You never did anything beside bow or smile back. You didn’t want your feelings to get in the way but you couldn’t stop yourself from stealing glances at him whenever you had a chance.

Today the boys were filming another Run episode. At night. You had been at meetings all day and had forgotten to change. While this usually wouldn’t have been a big deal, this episode was being filmed outside. And you were wearing heels. Your feet had started to hurt so much that you decided to just go barefoot. You were walking behind the cameramen as the boys were eating. Jungkook had been pretty silent when he suddenly got up. You didn’t miss it but you said nothing. You weren’t supposed to talk while filming was happening. The main manager gestured towards his direction but you just shrugged, he probably went to go get more drinks or something. He came out pretty quickly, you froze when you saw him heading in your direction. Without saying anything he just put some slippers on the ground for you to put on. You couldn’t believe what just happened. You nodded at him partly because you weren’t sure if you could say thank you and partly because you were speechless.

Namjoon was quick on saying how Jungkook was always like that. Something about him being considerate. Which was true but you could barely focus. All you saw was that Jungkook had just gone back to eating as if what he did wasn’t a big deal. And it probably wasn’t to him. But to you? You felt like you were floating.

You began fidgeting as you waited for the episode to finish. The manager gestured at you to follow him.

“So is there something you want to tell me?”

“I’m sorry?” He wasn’t asking you what you he was, right?

“Seems like our golden maknae has his eye on you.”

“What? Because of the slipper thing? He’s always like that…..isn’t he?”

“Yes, but I’m talking about how he seems to light up when you come in. Or how he will just stare at you and stop paying attention to when people are talking to him.”

“But—“

“Or how you do the same?”

You could feel the blush growing on your cheeks. Apparently you’d been more obvious than you thought. Now what were you supposed to do. And what did he mean? Jungkook would never look at you like that. You were too plain. Nothing extraordinary like him. Maybe the manager was just exaggerating to get you to confess.

“I think I should probably return these.” You said quietly.

“Well, I guess you didn’t admit to liking him so there aren’t any rules broken right?” The manager winked and walked away from you. What the hell did that mean? You groaned and headed back. The episode was almost over. You felt like you needed to go home. You almost asked someone else to return the slippers he had given you but that would have been rude, the least you could do was return them yourself.

As the group dispersed to wrap everything up. You put your old shoes on and went to find him. Not that it was difficult since the all of the members seemed to be huddled together. Jimin noticed you first and smiled at you. He nudged Jin who told Jungkook I was waiting to talk to him. It made you nervous that the second he turned around the rest of the members seemed to scatter.

“Uhm, I wanted to thank you for letting me use these.” You said nervously as you held the slippers out to him

“It was no problem.” You noticed his eyes focus on something behind you and when you turned around in time to see jimin and Jin put their hands down.

“Sorry. I didn’t mean to interrupt.” You quickly excused yourself and tried to leave

You felt his hand grab your arm. “Dammit.” He said under his breath. He began pulling you away from everyone else. “

“I-is everything okay?”

“I dont know yet are you mad at me?”

“Mad? Me? At you?”

“You seem to be avoiding me?”

“Its just--uhm I...”

He got close to you. Dangerously close. He had a mischievous grin grow on his face.

“I’m getting tired of this game we’ve been playing. Lets just be honest with eachother, yeah?”

You steeled yourself, “Okay. You first then.”

His smile seemed to get wider, he got inches of your face, “of course.”

[nicegaai]

Ch 2:

I’m backkkk<3 I have tea and (NOT BURNT!) rice and fried egg to eat, yay breakfast. Ok lets go

Oh I remember this intro paragraph. Lu and I had to reeeally wrassle w it to make it make any sense and uhhh I don’t remember concluding that bolding Emil’s name was the way to go. Wild. I should fix that later bc I kind of hate it now.

Actually I think I just gave up on this whole beginning bit. Like I just didn’t care enough to make it prettier than barebones. But u know what..even if its clumsy the vibes got across. i will not dwell on it more.

Hot topic t-shirt……. op u couldn’t be more specific than that? Its fine tho bc Emil is soooo cute. In my mind its maybe hmmm..an MCR shirt

Oh no. Hmm. Actually something is wrong for me for writing my trauma into this fic. by which I mean the “I’ve corrupted the younger people around me by being gay first and everything is my fault” stuff not the incest shit. fun fact I have cried about much of this in therapy, word for word. Im not going to pretend im better now, im just sexualizing it which is maybe a step up. Or maybe a bad sign.

Wowwwwwwww yeah this is stupid but im kind of living for it anyway. OP could have done better but its okay because she is my bestfriend and never did anything wrong ever

UGHHHHHH. Actually this whole chapter sucks and I have no sense of pacing. But what is IMPORTANT. Is that INFORMATION IS GETTING ACROSS. and things are moving forward. (Status effect wore off! You are no longer GOATED!)

FUCK , ING ., MY LIFE. There’s. TENSE CHANGES MID SENTENCE. WHO LET ME COOK!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! 

Ok goated again. The snap streak mention made me smile. Den/nor 4evrrr.. theyre so stupid and they would and AWUGHH. i was on some Den/nor crack cocaine when I was writing this wtf. im really feeling them, this is so cute. Its also so stupid. They’re so dumb. i hope I did them a fraction of the justice they deserve

I laughed really hard while writing the phone call with Berwald. The r slur was the highlight of the chapter for me. Theyre horrible obnoxious dubiously straight passing 20sm guys. They would call each other slurs for fun. Don’t @ me

ANOTHER TENSE MISTAKE. u can only imagine how bad this was pre-beta if a few things got by her filter… :-(

I did not realize I made Mads this stupid. Hmm. I kind of love him this way…….

LDKgJLKSGJLSKDJGLSJDGLSDJGLKSDJGSLKDGJKLSDGKLJSLJDKGLJKSDLJKGLKSDJLSDKLGKLJSDGLJKSLJKDGJLKSLKJDGKLS Goated again. Every mistake evens out with something so out of pocket it’s hilarious. Im the funniest person alive. my own dick is soooo suckable im removing my ribs as we speak

…. Why did I do this. Im putting my ribs back in. Why did I think this was a good idea. the flashback was strange..It went a weird direction. I don’t like it . I wanted wife jokes but I don know what this had to do with anything. … I can work with it tho. Emil is Ber’s special little baby boy isnt he……..

AGAIN WITH THE BOLDING! We love a stylistic experiment but this kind of didn’t go anywhere and didn’t stick in future chaps and is just ehchhchh I want to edit it out.

……..HMMM……….. I don’t know how I feel about the plot progression here. But at least it is progressing. It’s all so fast. But thats kind of why I think it’s funny. Theyre just that degenerate.

Ah speaking of degeneracy. I love you, deranged version of APH Norway I invented in my head. “Maybe Emil would call him brother if he asked…” yeah dude maybe :3 who knows :3

Wowww end of ch 2 <3  *checks time* JESUS IM TAKING LIKE AN HOUR PER CHAPTER? There’s 8 chapters and I have other things to do today!!! I gotta pick up speed a lil

im attempting my fic reread today. im announcing this bc i will be liveblogging to keep my morale up, NOT THAT anyone cares but i personally need this, like ill only commit to do the thing if theres an imaginary audience holding me accountable. & i like to have fun :3

anyway. captains log, its a beautiful sunny july weekend. i just finished my morning coffee, and, i am dreading this so much. i dont like rereading my own writing but i shall get over it. ok here we go.

Þetta Reddast vagueblogged directors commentary edition

Ch 1:

*opens fic and starts convulsing immediately* god i wish i smoked weed rn. i cannot chill out ever for the life of me

My Mission For Today Is: to remember what plot threads I’ve left hanging so I can resolve this story properly. And also try n remember where the flow is going. I have the end plotted out, I just am a little lost … it’s been a while :-(

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Abrupt beginning!!!! I’m not mad because I have . I HAD. Almost no writing experience when I started this. it isn’t ideal but I refuse to be one of those fanfic writers that starts rewriting early chapters without finishing the last ones. Ive never seen one of those types actually finish a longfic. …I’d already rather yap than actually read LMAO AHH

Oh this is worse than I remember. thats cool that s great ok alright *coughs up blood*

"20 somethings" WOW I really did not know where I was going with this when I started huh

LKJSDLKSJDLGKGDJSLDGJK ??? Who authorized this. Who let me cook. What the hell

I could write this better now. I could edit this into something beautiful. <- devil on my shoulder

FORGOT I WAS MAKING RICE BRB

"generously offered nothing to the exchange." wait STOPPPP. I’m so funny

GRAMMAR ERROR DETECTED why is there two periods. I’ll be coming back to fix that …………………. :-(((

Fuck. This is a lot. Marge Simpson Hiding Her Face dot Png

Oh this is stupid this is gayyy this is fukcinnn . Who fucking did t his. What was wrong with me,. This is so good actually. what was i ONNNN. 

Im gonna throw up and I don’t know if thats like/. A complimentary thing or if im just cringing that hard . Im feeling emotions. I love my OTPs..OT3~5? I love them so so much

Ok as much as im like “eww bad writing” this is .. dare I say, rly good in places. Not to suck my own dick but maybe all hope isnt lost and imposter syndrome is an illusion

Grammar mistake #2. Goddddddd. they should ban me from the archive for this

EMILLLLL EMIL EMIL EMIL HIIIIII BABYYYY EMILLL I LOVE UUUU AWWHUUGHH everyone clap for my bewoved baby bruvver right FUCKING now

Urghhh gritting my teeth… Im fully expecting the flow of events to start not making any gd sense. There’s no way this came together the way I hoped in my head and .... For real I was never able to read this all the way thru. this is my first time, lol. and it was all disjointed on the authorial end to say the least. Im scared T-T

Jlxjvklsdkjfsjlkdkjlsjklkljzsdkjlgaskljdgjklasljkgdljkasljkdgjklasjlkdgljkaskljdgjakl?????????? 

Im not liking the ratio of dialogue to whatever the other stuff is. scene-setting I guess. prose maybe. i could have dragged this out way longer... By which I mean made it a more satisfying read. But WHATEVER !!!! 

TIMO !!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! TIMOOOOOOOOOO NUMERO UNOOOO DO MUNDOOOOOO I really need to utilize him more. As soon as I finish this fic I need to write a Timo POV spinoff where he gets cancelled on furry twitter for proshipping in real life

Hmmmm chapter ending didn’t hit as hard in practice as it did in drafts. Oh well. God damn that was a lot to happen in one chapter LMAOO???

OH SHIT MY RICE IS STILL COOKING —— 

[noritoshiikamo]

happy anniversary

first year anniversary gift is wood right? gojo satoru had just the thing. part 3 of this childhood friend drabble pairing: gojo satoru + fem!reader genre: smut bcs i think with my hand down my pants when i see gojo tags//warning: established relationship // gojo thinking with dick part 3, threesome, anal and double penetration thread lightly if u will note: the obligatory trio of mine: not well edited, lowercase intended, english isnt my first language im sorry if i murder it. lolololo okay idk if i did it right, never write a threesome but what better way to return to writing but to write a dp with gojo and nanami weeeee ENJOY!!

“nanamin?”

“yes,” she repeated the answer for the umpteenth time.

he tilted his head, a nervous laugh erupted out of his throat, “you want me to invite nanami kento, uhh, how do i say this without sounding like a complete prude- you want to have sex with him?” her eyes glimmered.

“and you,” she jabbed a finger on his chest, she smiled, “always with you.”

gojo satoru laughed, “buttercup, i ask you what you want for our anniversary, i expected an answer like a brand-new tesla or tiffany diamond or i don’t know-a private island?” she shook her head to his every suggestion, leaning closer into him like a needy kitten. he could feel hair raising on the back of his neck at the feeling of her bare arm brushing against his.

he eyed the tent building in sweats, his girlfriend wanting a threesome with his best friend and it’s turning him on. the idea of watching nanami kento manhandling his sweet, sweet buttercup enough to be a docile moaning mess made his dick twitched. he made note to belittle her for teasing him every time by saying he thinks a lot with his dick, but what can he do when his girlfriend is a soaking mess.

“so?”

his eyebrows shot up in curiosity, he glanced over to her and his jaws almost dropped down. the way she was squirming, getting off to the thoughts itself by rubbing her thighs together, her warmed skin and the lust clouding her eyes. “buttercup,” he cooed, pulling the girl onto his laps, “you really want it huh?” a soft oh escaped her lips as her burning crotch rested against his bulge. “look at that,” she grinned, pushing him against the sofa, his hands immediately went up to her waist as she slowly rubbed herself against him. she watched in satisfaction as his eyes rolled back, only the whites out, head back as he mumbled her name.

her lips traced the protruding collarbone of his, trading tiny licks of her tongue and kisses up to his neck and jaw, “the idea must’ve turned you on too, huh?” her breath ghosted over the shell of his reddened ear, she couldn’t hold her grin back as he let out a throaty yes. his grips on her waist tightened and her eyes widened as she found herself tossed on the sofa on her back. he pounced on her; lips pressed to each other as they scrambled to undress each other.

“before nanamin gets a taste of you, i need to make sure you know where your place is,” he growled as the button of her plaid came off with a single rip. “that this right here,” his hand moved lower to cup her moist cunt, pressing the palm against her bundle of nerve so painfully, “belongs to me.”

“always.”

gojo fished out his phone, hand pressed to her waist as he controlled her pace eagerly grinding against him, not wanting her to immediately be overstimulated before anything could happen. he pressed the phone to her ear, “talk,” he commanded before slithering down to remove her pants. “n-n nanamin, it’s me,” she stuttered as the voice at the other end greeted her. she watched nervously as gojo slowly undress her bottom half, his mop of white hair between her trembling thighs, she could feel his warm breath.

“is there anything wrong? i’m about to leave my office.”

gojo pressed a kiss on her thigh, “tell him to come over. you need help. he won’t come if i asked, but i know he would if you did, tell him it’s the scrolls,” he looked up, head tilted, and her breath hitched as she caught the look in his eyes. the jealousy and lust mixed up into one concoction which is gojo satoru.

“yes, y-yes would you mind coming over? i have issue with the scrolls you g-gave,” she jolted when his teeth sunk into the sensitive skin of her thighs. he had been leaving marks all over her thighs and it was enough to make her lose her mind and he didn’t even get to her burning loin.

“okay, i’ll be there in few minutes.”

the call ended and the way she sighed in relief as she tossed the phone on the coffee table with a loud clattering noise, had gojo smirking. “do you need to do that?” she breathed out, covering her warming face with her shaky arms. her relief was short lived as gojo dived straight into her soaking pussy, pressing his tongue flat from the base up to her swollen clit. she jumped, but his arms encircled her legs, holding her down tightly. the way his palm gripped her thighs served as a warning for her to behave; he’s still in control, for now.

“i told you. you need to be reminded that you belong to me before anyone else,” he hummed, lips against her swollen clit sending vibration to her whole body.

“‘toru f-fuck,” her legs desperate to close.

“you think you can come for me first?” he cooed, fingers tracing eights against her soaking cunt, “maybe i’ll prepare some holes for nanamin. i wonder which hole he’s gonna be in first. here?” her eyes rolled back as his two fingers slipped in her entrance, “or here?” his voice deepened as another finger rested at her other hole. her sudden clutching sucked the pinkies in, gojo cursed at the feeing of the tightness around it, despite not being fully in. “maybe i can have the other hole first, buttercup?” she nodded eagerly, mouthing something he couldn’t get.

she whined when his fingers left her, leaving her clutching on nothing as he left the sofa. she could hear his voice screaming from the bedroom before emerging out with a couple bottle of lube. his eyes glimmered in excitement. “you gonna need it all, buttercup,” his mood switching is something she was used too, a soft laugh escaped her lips before their little comedy club was cut short.

the doorbell rang.

she watched as his eyes darkened in excitement, “i wonder who is it?” dumping the bottles on the nearby chair, she watched as his boyfriend marched to the door. she could feel her face getting warmer, ears and neck too and she desperately searched for something to cover her exposed bottom. she wondered why it took them so long as she grabbed one of gojo’s clearly oversized robe draped on one of the chairs. her bare feet echoed on the floor as she stalked to the door, the sound of her feet pitter pattered on the floor distracting the men from their talks.

she swallowed the lump in her throat nervously, embarrassed that both of the men were now looking at her. nanami’s head tilted, a soft huff and tiny smile crept on the corner of his lip. “so, where’s the scrolls?” he asked nonchalantly. he walked inside, kicking his leather shoes opened, still arranging it neatly like a gentleman he is, and he stalked towards her.

she took her steps backward, her heart was fluttering, she could feel the beads of sweat rolling down her back. nanami looked at her with a tiny smile. like a predator stalking his prey except this predator is a clearly very handsome man she’s attracted too. gojo still the one she wants to spend her life with but what’s life without a little thrill. especially when gojo was willing to indulge her in.

“s-scrolls?”

“gosh, nanamin, do you really need to be mean to my girlfriend?”

gojo interrupted, hands in his pocket as he walked past nanami. he grabbed his nervous girlfriend, hands on her shoulders gently giving it a squeeze. “nanamin is just messing with ya,” he whispered, eyes on the blonde man, as he loosened his tie, “he agrees to be a part of our little adventure,” he planted a kiss on the shell of her ear, “lucky y/n, come.”

“nanamin! bed or sofa?” gojo asked cheerfully as he pulled the girl by her hand like a little doll.

“don’t be neanderthal, satoru,” from the corner of her eyes, she watched as he dropped his signature grey coat on the sofa, his glass long gone and the way he looked down on her almost made her moan on the spot, “bedroom. i’m not you.” her eyes widened as her feet were no longer on the ground. “satoru!” she yelled as the man tossed her on their california king bed, her robe came undone with the impact.

“so,” she watched nervously as the two men stood side by side; gojo with his arms folded to his chest and nanami undoing his tie, “which one would you like to have a taste first, buttercup?”

“is there any answer i could give that wouldn’t break your heart, toru?” she replied snidely.

gojo smiled, crawling onto the bed until they were close enough. he cupped her face, kissing her swollen lips softly before looking down lovingly to his girlfriend. this is his childhood friend, the love of his life and he couldn’t believe himself when he said: “for that, i think it’s appropriate for nanami to wear you down first,” he planted a kiss on her nose, a smirk on his face, “i’ll be back, buttercup. nanamin,” he pressed his hand on the younger man’s shoulder, harder than the way she sees it, “don’t break my girlfriend, would ya?”

the door closed behind them, leaving just the two of them in the dim room.

nanami didn’t move for a while, looking around and her, accessing his next possible move. with her sprawled on the bed, nanami couldn’t help but to water at the sight of her legs out and the lack of panties. “you don’t mind if i tied you up right, buttercup?” gojo’s nickname for her rolled off his tongue so smooth and sultry, she didn’t realise how eager she shook her head.

he chuckled and called her forward to the edge of the bed. she didn’t wait for his next instruction as the robe fell on the bottom of his feet and she knelt at the edge of the bed. he leaned forward and he kissed her so gently. he started off slow, tongue slipping through her already swollen lips, softly groaning at the way her lips tasted. his large hands pressed on both side of her face as the kisses became sloppier and urgent. her trembling fingers unbuttoned his shirt, running her soft palm along his solid abs, feeling every crook of it.

he broke the kiss; she was beyond desperate as he stared down her watery eyes and plump lips. “patience, darling,” he whispered with a wink. when his hands found her wrist, despite her soft whine, he gathered it behind her and held it together. his eyes bore deeply into her, searching for a reaction on every turn and tug of his tie around her wrist.

“so why me?” he tugged on the tie one last time causing her to breath sharply.

“just plain old curiosity getting the best of me.”

her answer brought a small smile on his face as he dragged her on the carpeted floor. she watched eagerly as he took his time to undress. the shirt and pants folded neatly on the nearby chair, socks and finally boxer leaving the man standing bare in his glory. he was trimmed neatly, just as expected and she could see the curve of his cock, girthy and adequate in length; not too straight but not too bent, just perfect. he scoffed.

“did gojo starve you of human contact? you look like you haven’t seen cock in ages,” he sat at the edge on the bed, his fingers calling her forward. gripping the base of his cock, he tapped the tip of his cock against her lips, and she eagerly stuck her tongue out. the feeling of her warm, wet tongue against his sensitive tip almost made the man thrusted his hips forward.

seeing his positive reaction, she continued boldly, wrapping her lips full around his tips. she swirled her tongue around the mushroom tip and the slit, humming at the taste of his pre cum. he tasted as good as gojo’s. his hand threaded her hair, gently encouraging her to move down the length, watching as inch by inch of his cock disappeared into her mouth. she fought the urge to gag, eyes watery when she realise, she didn’t even reach the base yet but his tips were already at the back of her throat. he chuckled.

“did i tell you to stop? you’re taking all in,” he gripped her hair harder, “loosen up, buttercup, you can take it.”

he pinched her nose, cutting her air supply forcing her to breath through her mouth. with her throat loosening, he gave a slight thrust finally bottoming out. “look at that, you can do it,” he caressed her bulging cheeks, before pulling out to give the girl some time to catch her breath. the mix of his pre cum and her saliva dripped from her lips; he gently brushed his thumb along it, popping it in her mouth. “such a good girl. be a doll and open up for me, okay?” he pressed a quick kiss on her lips, “you look so pretty wrapped around my cock.”

he realigned his length back to her lips, hands on both side of her face before slowly bottoming in. she squeaked, eyes widened at the roughness of his thrust. the squelching of her throat and his moans of approval had her clamping on nothing. she wondered if it was okay to touch herself, but her throat is preoccupied now to ask for permission.

“nanamin, can’t believe you’re letting her get off by herself,”

shivers rolled down her back as gojo rested his head on her shoulder. he had been watching for a while, seeing her little girl thrown on the floor, throat fucked by his best friend had him palming himself. he couldn’t wait any longer. “poor little girl,” gojo cooed, running his rough palm between her legs. she hummed desperately; head thrown back at the feeling of gojo’s thumb against her neglected clit while an opportunity for nanami to thrust deeper into her throat. she was buzzing with pleasure, head spinning from the multiple attentions.

they exchanged a look and a nod and soon, the girl was whiny as the men pulled away. gojo didn’t give enough for her to get off too and her throat, it felt empty. “that’s not fair,” she pouted. gojo laughed at her reaction, pulling his own shirt on the floor. nanami got on the bed, calling for her by her name. she was in trance. she was quick to climb on his laps.

she swore she could lose her mind on the spot; the feeling of both nanami’s and gojo’s hand caressing every part of her body. nanami’s lips around her hardened bud, lapping and leaving marks on her breast. gojo’s lips on her own, his hand around her neck with her head thrown back. he was muttering praises along with nanami’s hums of approval. she could feel gojo’s cock resting against the valley of her ass, thrusting slowly while nanami’s cock covered in her fluid, threatening to slip in any moment now.

“such a good girl,” she swore she could hear both muttered it.

she nodded; eyes rolled back agreeing to everything them said. reduced to nothing but a moaning mess, their little fuck toys. nanami held her waist, aligning himself before slowly easing into her. he let a loud fuck, groaning at the feeling of her tight gummy walls encasing his whole length. gojo swallowed her moans, palming her breast with on hand.

“does that feel good, buttercup? do you want nanamin to fuck you?” gojo teased, twerking her nipples between two fingers. she nodded, delirious and clearly overstimulated. “fuck, yes please nanami, fuck me,” she was far from done. nanami’s thrusts were gentle, easing in gently as he watched the bulge on her lower abdomen appearing and disappearing from his thrusts.

“lay down,” gojo ordered.

she cried out in pleasure, moaning at the feeling of nanami’s cock now hitting a new spot from the sudden change of position. he held her by her waist, holding her down as his thrust sped up. her sweaty chest rested against her, he could hear her heart racing and her tiny pants and mewls. “you trust us, don’t you?” he asked, and she mumbled a yes. she braced for whatever the two men had instore; nothing could surprise her anymore tonight. she felt a velvety cloth rested over her eyes, completely cutting her vision. the blindfold elevated her senses to a new level.

the low noises, the groan from the back of nanami’s throat that slowly rises as she bucked her hips into his, matching his thrusts, all of it making her more desperate for more. “ah, ‘namin, i’m c-close,” she gasped, air getting fucked out of her system with every thrusts. another hand- gojo’s- sneaked around her legs, circling around her clit and it didn’t take long for her to buck forward, screaming in pleasure her body finally given up. strings of curses escaped her lips, falling flat against his chest.

she wasn’t sure whose hands were slapping the flesh of her ass. she mewled pathetically at the pain, clenching on nanami’s cock with every spanks. “held her apart please,” an order came. one last spanked and soon, she could feel the cold air hitting her cunt stretching on nanami’s cock that was buried down to the base. she held her breath as she felt a cool liquid sliding down the crack and something resting on her other empty hole.

“you need to relax, or it won’t work,”

she gnawed on her bottom lips, eyes watering as she felt his tip gently easing in her tight ass. a soft word of relax repeated on the shell of her ears along with a shaky moan as her body slowly stretched to accommodate the sudden entrance of gojo’s length inside her. gojo pulled her up, resting her back against his chest as he held to her waist to steady himself. he moved slowly. her pain short lived after a couple of gentle thrust, quickly turning into pleasure as a moan spurred out of her lips.

“so full,” she groaned. nanami didn’t move, focusing on flicking her clit and letting her body adjusted to gojo’s slow thrusts. gojo pressed a kiss on her bare shoulder, “you good, buttercup? do you want me to stop?” he panted, halting his thrust slowly.

her only reply was a quick shake of her head before his mouth was back on her.

sure that she was back on track, nanami rolled his hips gently. their thrusts synchronized, with nanami out, gojo goes in, engulfing her in constant flow of pleasure. it didn’t take a while for her second orgasm to hit. they didn’t give a time to breath this time, desperate to chase their own highs and too overwhelmed in their own pleasures.

“fuck, baby if you going to keep clenching i’m not going to last long,” gojo breathed out, gripping her waist so tight, she could feel the bruises coming. their names escaped her lips like a prayer, her legs were bucking from the overstimulation but none of them aren’t backing out.

“switch?”

“yeah.”

she yelped at the sudden movement. she was empty, thrown back onto a chest of someone, by the laugh of it, she knew she was resting on gojo’s chest. his dick slipped easily into her soaping cunt, while nanami found himself groaning as he slipped into her ass, still tight despite being occupied earlier. gojo’s hands gently pushed her hair back, cupping her face watching it contorted in pleasure, tongue lolling out with drools down the side. “you feeling good, buttercup?” he chuckled. she was fucked beyond dumb, bruises littered her body, he couldn’t wait to see it peeking through her skirt and shirt when she goes to her office. he wanted to see her assistant leering jealously, judging his marks on her body.

he groaned at the thoughts of it, dick twitching to fill her up.

“cum, ngghh, a-again,” she stuttered.

“hold it in buttercup,” he roughly cupped her cheeks, “we are about to fill you up too.”

she let out a desperate cry, nanami pulling on her restrains and gojo was roughing up on her breasts and neck. she couldn’t last any longer, feeling her abdomen tightened. gojo threw his head back, the feeling of her walls spasming around his own caused him to come undone.

his own legs trembled, shooting ropes of cum deep inside her walls. their mixed fluid leaked down her thighs and down on gojo. she braced as nanami pressed his face against her back, groaning as his own orgasm washed down on him. his thrusts slowed down, strings of fuck escaped the man. he rested his face against her back, struggling to catch his breath with his hand griping tightly on her breast.

nanami pulled out, falling on the edge of the bed. she slipped out of gojo's, immediately falling on her side, visibly too exhausted to even sit up.

“fuck, i can’t feel my legs,” finally, her brain could string up a couple words, “undo the restrain please,”

she held her arms, face buried in the bed. she hissed as someone undo the restrain, red raw marks forming around her wrists. she was too weak to fight when gojo spread her legs apart, an amusing chuckle escaped the boyfriend. cum were oozing out of both holes.

“buttercup, you’re full and leaking,” he pressed a kiss on her thigh.

she felt the bed dipped behind her and nanami’s deep voice greeted her, murmuring apologies and praises. he planted kisses all over her neck and jaws. “hope you enjoy your anniversary gift,” his deep voice chuckled before he left the two lovebirds for the bathroom. a body loomed over her.

“happy one year, buttercup,” gojo’s lips pressed gently on her own, “you’ve made me the happiest man-child alive.”

she smiled, tracing her fingers on his protruding collarbone, “glad to know you’re happy with me.” he grabbed her hand, gently kisses each digit and the burn mark on her wrist. he pressed her palm on his sweaty cheeks, a cheeky smile on his face, “not to ruin the moment but i feel like foursome is a bit cliché for our second-year anniversary.”

“yeah, because first-year anniversary threesome sounds right.” she rolled her eyes.

“it did say that the first-year present is wood.”

she scoffed, “first-year traditional gift for anniversary is paper, dumbass.” she pulled him down for a kiss, “but you're my dumbass, s'kay,” she mumbled against his lips, a small smile appeared on his face. a satisfied chuckle leaving him as she moved to cuddle up against his chest.