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[whirligig-girl]

Here's a little comic from Eaurp's first time on a spaceship in actual space, the ISMT-47 Violet, which brought her from Mellanus to Starfleet Academy on Earth.

About 40% of mellanoid slime worms react to experiencing zero gee for the first time by losing their skeleton and collapsing into a blob as a way to minimize damage from crashing into the ground. You get used to it and eventually it's not a problem anymore. Guz would have dealt with this on a zero-gee trainer airplane if she had stayed in the space program, or experienced it in a training simulation in Earth Orbit or a holosuite at Starfleet Academy, but the Violet's crew like to make sure passengers from backwater worlds get their space legs as soon as possible.

[sturgeonrot]

i nfeed to talk aboutplanes or else ill explode but this is an account for yt audio drama fandoms its so over for me

[thebreakfastgenie]

Not to talk about my The Late Captain Pierce suicidal ideation theory but "Trapper went home and they're still coming" I could leave and they'd still come "Henry got killed and they're still coming" I could die and they'd still come.

[atlas-affogato]

I used to be offended at the idea that every autistic person likes trains. I thought it was so ridiculous. But I must confess....I do like trains.

[no-passaran]

Genocide experts warn that India is about to genocide the Shompen people

Who are the Shompen?

The Shompen are an indigenous culture that lives in the Great Nicobar Island, which is nowadays owned by India. The Shompen and their ancestors are believed to have been living in this island for around 10,000 years. Like other tribes in the nearby islands, the Shompen are isolated from the rest of the world, as they chose to be left alone, with the exception of a few members who occasionally take part in exchanges with foreigners and go on quarantine before returning to their tribe. There are between 100 and 400 Shompen people, who are hunter-gatherers and nomadic agricultors and rely on their island's rainforest for survival.

Why is there risk of genocide?

India has announced a huge construction mega-project that will completely change the Great Nicobar Island to turn it into "the Hong Kong of India".

Nowadays, the island has 8,500 inhabitants, and over 95% of its surface is made up of national parks, protected forests and tribal reserve areas. Much of the island is covered by the Great Nicobar Biosphere Reserve, described by UNESCO as covering “unique and threatened tropical evergreen forest ecosystems. It is home to very rich ecosystems, including 650 species of angiosperms, ferns, gymnosperms, and bryophytes, among others. In terms of fauna, there are over 1800 species, some of which are endemic to this area. It has one of the best-preserved tropical rain forests in the world.”

The Indian project aims to destroy this natural environment to create an international shipping terminal with the capacity to handle 14.2 million TEUs (unit of cargo capacity), an international airport that will handle a peak hour traffic of 4,000 passengers and that will be used as a joint civilian-military airport under the control of the Indian Navy, a gas and solar power plant, a military base, an industrial park, and townships aimed at bringing in tourism, including commercial, industrial and residential zones as well as other tourism-related activities.

This project means the destruction of the island's pristine rainforests, as it involves cutting down over 852,000 trees and endangers the local fauna such as leatherback turtles, saltwater crocodiles, Nicobar crab-eating macaque and migratory birds. The erosion resulting from deforestation will be huge in this highly-seismic area. Experts also warn about the effects that this project will have on local flora and fauna as a result of pollution from the terminal project, coastal surface runoff, ballasts from ships, physical collisions with ships, coastal construction, oil spills, etc.

The indigenous people are not only affected because their environment and food source will be destroyed. On top of this, the demographic change will be a catastrophe for them. After the creation of this project, the Great Nicobar Island -which now has 8,500 inhabitants- will receive a population of 650,000 settlers. Remember that the Shompen and Nicobarese people who live on this island are isolated, which means they do not have an immune system that can resist outsider illnesses. Academics believe they could die of disease if they come in contact with outsiders (think of the arrival of Europeans to the Americas after Christopher Columbus and the way that common European illnesses were lethal for indigenous Americans with no immunization against them).

And on top of all of this, the project might destroy the environment and the indigenous people just to turn out to be useless and sooner or later be abandoned. The naturalist Uday Mondal explains that “after all the destruction, the financial viability of the project remains questionable as all the construction material will have to be shipped to this remote island and it will have to compete with already well-established ports.” However, this project is important to India because they want to use the island as a military and commercial post to stop China's expansion in the region, since the Nicobar islands are located on one of the world's busiest sea routes.

Last year, 70 former government officials and ambassadors wrote to the Indian president saying the project would “virtually destroy the unique ecology of this island and the habitat of vulnerable tribal groups”. India's response has been to say that the indigenous tribes will be relocated "if needed", but that doesn't solve the problem. As a spokesperson for human rights group Survival International said: “The Shompen are nomadic and have clearly defined territories. Four of their semi-permanent settlements are set to be directly devastated by the project, along with their southern hunting and foraging territories. The Shompen will undoubtedly try to move away from the area destroyed, but there will be little space for them to go. To avoid a genocide, this deadly mega-project must be scrapped.”

On 7 February 2024, 39 scholars from 13 countries published an open letter to the Indian president warning that “If the project goes ahead, even in a limited form, we believe it will be a death sentence for the Shompen, tantamount to the international crime of genocide.”

How to help

The NGO Survival International has launched this campaign:

From this site, you just need to add your name and email and you will send an email to India's Tribal Affairs Minister and to the companies currently vying to build the first stage of the project.

Share it with your friends and acquittances and on social media.

Sources:

India’s plan for untouched Nicobar isles will be ‘death sentence’ for isolated tribe, 7 Feb 2024. The Guardian.

‘It will destroy them’: Indian mega-development could cause ‘genocide’ and ‘ecocide’, says charity, 8 Feb 2024. Geographical.

Genocide experts call on India's government to scrap the Great Nicobar mega-project, Feb 2024. Survival International.

The container terminal that could sink the Great Nicobar Island, 20 July 2022. Mongabay.

[Maps] Environmental path cleared for Great Nicobar mega project, 10 Oct 2022. Mongabay.

[versupital]

↳˗ˏˋexhaust pipeˊˎ˗ suguru geto.

╰┈➤ a pretty thing like you all alone with a stalled car in a foreign city is the recipe for disaster, but a kind motorcyclist stops to offer help and - now you’re staring at your own fucked-out reflection in his helmet.

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content.ᐟMASK KINK. FOOD PLAY. IMPACT PLAY. PROTECTED AND UNPROTECTED. STRANGERS TO LOVERS. ALT!GETO. CUNNILINGUS. EDGING. SLIGHT SPIT KINK. DEGRADATION/DEGRADING NICKNAMES. AFTERCARE. AFAB!READER.

a/n: so this will switch POVs to give my masc/amab!readers out there a chance to step into the story. i hope you guys enjoy suguru’s pining over reader :)

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You can’t make this shit up.

The roar of cars speeding by is not helping the anchor in your stomach at the thought of being trapped on a foreign interstate in the middle of the night.

You’d just left a concert, it’s about three hours from your hometown, and you hadn’t bothered with a hotel because you knew you could make the drive. You had not accounted for your car deciding to stall on the highway, though. 

And now it’s late at night. The moon winks at you knowingly, as if trying to tell you it’s going to be alright, but dread has already poisoned your nerves. You’re alone and vulnerable, and you don’t know where to go or who to call.

You find yourself crying in your passenger seat, phone battery nearly drained, the cold of the dark seeping through your clothes. You’re in the typical skimpy outfit that one wears to concerts and you’re cussing out the you who’d chosen something so non-weather friendly. 

You nearly fold and call your parent, when an engine popping gets your attention. You look up and see a motorcyclist pointing to his right, signaling that he is merging across the lanes. Cars slow to allow him over until his revving engine gets louder to indicate his speed. You think he’s heading for the exit as he approaches the last lane but then - to your complete surprise he slows at the last minute and pulls onto the shoulder, feet walking along the asphalt as his motorcycle comes to a stop.

He pulls right behind your car and your stomach tightens with worry.

The man has thick forearms snaked in ink-black artwork, and black cargo pants that cause him to blend into the night like a thief. His boots are thick-soled and all you can imagine is him overpowering you and kicking in your skull.

He props out his kickstand, and your body tingles with fear as the stranger throws himself off of the bike and walks towards you, a backpack bouncing between his shoulders.

“Hey,” he shouts underneath his helmet, which is a black void that does not show a glimpse of his face underneath. “Everything okay?” 

“No,” you sob, wiping your eyes before putting your hand on your pepper spray. “What do you want?”

“Relax,” the stranger puts his gloved hands in the air, “I just want to help you. Your car not working?”

You sniffle, keeping your hand on the pepper spray but softening the tension in your shoulders at his calm demeanor. “No, it stalled and won’t turn back on.”

The stranger does not make any noise for a second, but you see his chest rising and falling underneath his tight black shirt. 

“Alright, um,” he glances at the heavyweight watch on his wrist, clearly noting how late it is. “There aren’t going to be any towing companies open this late. But I’m a mechanic, I can give you a ride home and then we can come back in the morning with my tools to give it a look.”

You shake your head, “I live three hours from here.” 

“What? You aren’t staying somewhere close for the night?” he questions, voice full of surprise.

“No,” you shake your head, “I appreciate your offer, but I am going to sleep in my car until you return.”

He stands frozen for a second before leaning one hand against your car and ducking his masked head towards you. Though you can’t see his eyes, you can feel them. 

“Absolutely not, you can crash with me,” he says softly. “I’ll let you sleep in my room, door locked. I know you’re probably going to say no, but…”

At this point, you have to weigh your options: stay in your car and risk someone breaking or crashing into it while you sleep, or take the gamble of getting kidnapped and murdered by the way-too-polite stranger whose face you haven’t even seen.

“Take off your helmet,” you hear yourself saying suddenly, fearing you’ve already made your decision, and it’s definitely an irrational one.

He doesn’t speak another word before his gloved hands come up and he pries the helmet off of his head, majestically shaking his black locks free and then staring down at you. His eyes are dreamy, twinkling at you as he raises his eyebrows, one of which has a silver bar pierced through it. His bottom lip has two similar hoops on it. He’s devastatingly beautiful.

With an all too-knowing smirk, he leans towards you again. “Do I look scary or something?” 

Your voice is hoarse when you speak again. “Quite the opposite,” you say. “You don’t look like you’ll kill me…” you pause to take a deep breath. “So I accept your offer.”

“Great,” he smiles charmingly, propping his helmet on his hip before offering a hand to help you up out of your car. “You like Indian food? We can get takeout on the way home. Or… whatever you’d like. You’ve been through enough without me telling you what you’re going to eat, I mean…” he tapers off after his nervous babble, and you can’t help the little thump that awakens in your chest. 

“No, Indian is perfect,” you say, engaging a smile, dropping your pepper spray before taking his hand and allowing yourself to be lifted with one swift pull. 

He waits patiently for you to collect your things, and then puts them in his backpack, which he hands to you. 

“You’ll be my replacement backpack for now,” he says, before grabbing your hand again. 

You shouldn’t feel the way you do, all tingly and exhilarated. You should be on guard, with your hands free to defend yourself. Yet there’s something about those deep, lavender eyes that make you want to bounce up and down jump in and drown.

Cars continue to fly by without regard for the two of you being vulnerable pedestrians. Some don’t even bother to merge over. Wind blows your skirt and you flatten it down with a free hand, grateful the man’s attention is on trying to get you safely to his bike.

As he leads you to the motorcycle, you realize you’ll need to wear a helmet in the same moment that he’s passing one to you. It’s huge, and you’re sure you’re not the first girl to put it on. You don’t know why you let that thought, borderline jealousy, slip into your mind. 

“I’m Suguru, by the way,” he says, slipping his own helmet back onto his head and slinging one long leg over the vehicle. “What do they call you?”

“Oh, uh,” you’re taken aback, finding yourself staring dumbfoundedly. You tell him your name and he nods, repeating it to make sure he’s saying it right.

“Nice,” he starts up the bike and it immediately begins gutting out noises from the tiny engine. “So, you getting on?” 

“On what?” you say idiotically, before you gasp and walk to join him. “I mean- sorry, tired.”

“Quite alright,” he says, but there’s a smile in his voice. “Just hop on, and hold onto me as tight as you can.” 

You obey his instructions, gently sliding down on the leather seat and leaning forward, pressing your small chest to his back. It’s solid and tense through his shirt, and you slowly wrap your arms around his stomach, feeling like your heart is going to pound right through his spinal cord.

You’d never ridden on one of these before, and to be honest you aren’t sure you’re past the “sleeping at a stranger’s house” thing, but it’s too late to go back now. 

He puts the bike in reverse to allow himself some room to take off. You link your fingers over his lap, palms pressing against his abdomen. The whole ordeal feels so intimate; you’re grateful that he cannot see your, no doubt, reddened face.

And then it’s like a flash, you’re on the interstate, lights passing by and wind prickling every inch of your skin. 

Suguru wastes no time zooming across the lanes, but you can tell he’s being cautious, not going as fast as he could. It’s probably because of you, you think, and you’re grateful because of the way your stomach is in knots.

Although, your body against his, the revving of his bike, the feeling of people’s eyes on you both as you tread through traffic has your cunt thumping - absolutely wrecked and desperate to be relieved. You’re glad your anxiety is dissipating, but you hadn’t expected it to morph into lust.

Suguru finally makes the stop, as promised, to grab takeout. The food and the two of you manage to make it to his flat in one piece. He resides in a small brownstone with big windows, which seems a little out of character for what you know about him so far. 

He parks his motorcycle out front, locking it up securely, before taking off his helmet and instructing you to do the same.

“My hair probably looks insane,” you say as the helmet slides off, knowing it has a tendency to be flattened when you wear hats. 

“Looks better, in my opinion,” Suguru nods, reaching out to take the backpack from you as well as the takeout bag. “Let’s go before the monkeys around here try to snatch our food.”

“Monkeys…?” you repeat softly, inquiring silently about his choice of insult but not pressing him on it.

Inside, you’re in awe at the sheer organization and cleanliness for it to be a man’s home. The open concept is welcoming, a beautiful arch separating the kitchen from the living room. You take in his massive kitchen space and your fingers suddenly ache to bake something, a small and secret hobby of yours.

“It’s nice in here,” you say softly, glancing around and hugging your arms.

“What’d you expect? A cold, dusty basement?” He laughs and sits the takeout containers on the coffee table, before shrugging his backpack to the floor and hanging his helmet on a peg on the wall. 

While he takes your helmet from your hands, you nod at him. “Yes, actually. I’m still not entirely convinced you aren’t going to kill me.” 

He sighs and checks himself in the circular mirror that hangs behind his couch. You can tell he takes pride in his appearance, adjusting his hair and allowing a single strand to fall over his forehead.

“At least your last meal will be good,” he jokes, glancing at you in the mirror.

When you freeze and don’t reply, he turns and puts his hands up. 

“All jokes,” he assures. “C’mon. Let’s eat.” 

And so it goes. You sit side by side on the couch, Suguru keeping a respectful distance. You face one another and you have one leg tucked under you as you poke your fork into your goat curry, careful not to let it drop onto his suede couch.

“So, what brought you into town?” Suguru questions, dipping his naan into his tikka masala, also making a clear effort not to spill.

“Concert,” you admit between bites, covering your mouth. “I planned to drive here and back home on the same day, that’s why I didn’t think I’d need to make arrangements. Stupid shitbox.”

Suguru laughs. “Well, the shitbox brought us two lonely souls together, if only for the night, so perhaps there’s some beauty in it.”

“How poetic,” you joke. “Do you have any hobbies besides… cars?”

Suguru considers for a moment, “I like to kick kittens and slaughter entire villages.”

“Ah, I definitely sensed that,” you nod sarcastically. “Me, on the other hand, I like to do lame shit like bake and crochet.”

“You like to bake, hm?” he inquires, just as a piece of masala paste drips onto his chin.

“Yeah,” you say, not bothering to break into the sob story of how it’s like therapy for you - how you’d discovered you were good at it and now, every chance you get you’re kneading dough and playing in flour. 

Suguru hums. “You’ll have to bake me something when you’re in town again.”

Your hand suddenly comes up and you find your thumb swiping the masala paste off of his face. “Will do,” you say quietly.

Suguru freezes under your touch and side-eyes your hand, before turning to you as you quickly pull it away.

“Sorry, I’m a messy eater,” he says, grinning slyly, eyes darkened. 

You swallow thickly and clean your thumb on a napkin. “All good. Just uh, didn’t want to embarrass you.”

He smiles a bit. “Aren’t you a sweet thing?” 

You narrow your eyes. “Don’t think that means I can’t still fight.”

��We still on this kidnapping kick?” He sighs. “After I shared my sacred Indian restaurant with you and everything.”

“Sacred?” you scoff. “Do you always share your favorite restaurant with girls you meet on the side of the road?”

“Well, you’re the first girl I’ve met on the side of the road,” he corrects. “So, yes, I guess I do. I’ll have to switch it up next time.” 

You roll your eyes at his arrogance, and then decide you’re satisfied with your meal. “Alright, well I think it’s about time to turn in.” 

“Right,” he nods. “You gonna sleep in that?” His long finger extends and points to your skirt, and you stare at the digit like a brat in heat, before shaking your head.

“I don’t have a change of clothes,” you say. “Obviously.”

“I know that, monkey.” Suguru narrows his eyes at you. “I have clothes for you.”

“Right,” you grit, “and don’t call me that.”

He doesn’t answer and instead rises from the couch, gathering all of your trash and taking it to the kitchen to throw it away. He quickly washes his hands and then gestures for you to follow him down the hall.

“Your home is lovely,” you say as you walk after him, examining his hallway that bares no pictures of anyone except himself and a boy with white hair. 

“Thank you,” he says blankly, pushing open his bedroom door and saying - “Alexa, turn the light on.”

You giggle at the fact that he owns an Alexa, but don’t comment on it.

Once inside of his bedroom, he begins to paw through his dresser. The room reflects him: gold and black, skateboards and a golden helmet mounted to the wall. His bed is a dark abyss of black blankets and a tall headboard with warm white lighting behind it. It smells of eucalyptus and lotion.

“So like I said,” he clears his throat, “you can sleep in here. I’ll be on the couch.”

“Are you sure? I don’t want to put you out of your own bed,” you object. 

“Well, I’m certainly not putting you on the couch,” he argues. “But if you wanna sleep with me, just say that.”

You nearly feel your body explode into tiny pieces. The heat that had been present in your chest the first time he’d taken his helmet off has returned, but you have to shake it off.

“I’ll take the bed, alone. Thank you,” you hold a hand up and roll your eyes. “Dickhead.”

Suguru doesn’t say another word, but his face has stretched into a small, devious smile as he tosses a white shirt at you, plus a pair of pink shorts with candy hearts on them.

“Why the hell do you own these?” you ask in complete surprise, noting how they still have the tag on them.

“My best friend made me buy and wear them as a dare,” he says. “But they couldn’t fit all of my curves, go figure. I’ve been saving them for a rainy day.”

“Right,” you say, not believing such a story, but you don’t want to consider the true possibility that they belong to someone else. Not, you might add, that it should matter.

“My bed is nice and clean, ready to go. Charger is on the nightstand. Towels are in the bathroom.” He walks towards you and glances down at the clothes in your hands. “And feel free to ransack my kitchen, or bake or whatever, if you get hungry. I’ll be on the couch if you need anything.”

You look up at him. At this proximity, you can see the details in his irises, smell his musk, feel the heat on his body. You realize just how cold his bed is going to be, how strange it’s going to feel sleeping alone in an unfamiliar bedroom.

“Thanks,” you say softly, pulling your eyes away from him - but you know he’s already caught you staring. 

“Goodnight,” he says, and you bid him the same before going to leave the room.

However, your foot gets caught on the plush black rug on the floor and you miss a beat - falling into him. His hand comes out immediately to stabilize you both and your body responds to his thick palm spreading out over your hip.

“Gotta be more careful, baby,” he murmurs, sliding his hand over the jean material of your skirt, allowing it to linger before separating himself from you.

You can’t even speak out of embarrassment. You aren’t sure he intended for you to hear the pet name, so it’s best you don’t comment on it. You spin on your heel and bolt out of the room, heading to the bathroom to shower.

When you return, smelling like fresh dove soap, Suguru has vanished. You see that the living room lights are off; he must already be sleeping.

When you settle into his bed, it’s a little cold, but the smell of a man and shampoo lingering all over the satin material of the sheets manages to comfort you. You don’t lock the door, you don’t even close it. You feel like you can trust him. Maybe you’re naive for it, but you don’t have much time to recant your decision before you drift off to sleep.

S. GETO

Suguru awakes later that night to faint rustling. 

His eyes pry open reluctantly, blinking away sleep as he sits up straight, his guard up. He sees the glow from the kitchen, though, and realizes it’s probably just you. He rubs his eyes to fully wake himself before glancing over at the bright digital clock on the wall. 2:20AM.

He frowns. Why would you be in the kitchen at such an ungodly hour? He doesn’t mind, he'd told you to make yourself at home, but seeing how late it is concerns him. 

He sneaks his way to the archway of the kitchen, preparing himself to accidentally startle you, but when he sees instead makes his arteries clench.

Pretty little you stands in front of the open fridge, back arched as you browse inside. The boyshorts he’d given you hug your body deliciously, accentuating the shape of your ass, and outlining your ever-so-juicy lips.

Suguru thinks back to when he’d first seen you sitting helplessly in your car. He’d of course thought you were sexy, but above that, beautiful. Your features fit you perfectly. His appreciation for your looks make his blood pump faster; this time, the blood is just pumping to the wrong place.

He continues to lean against the arch to the kitchen, cloaked in the shadows of the frame like a creep. You retreat from the fridge holding a stick of butter and navigate your way to the island - which is covered in dough and flour.

Are you really baking at 2 in the morning? 

He likes seeing you so focused, carefully dropping the stick into a bowl, mashing it with a spoon.

Then, you perk up a bit. Suguru suspects you’ve sensed his gaze when your face flushes immediately, your body freezing. Then, you glance over at him, your seductive eyes locking into him in a way that makes his chest feel you’ve just taken a grip on his heart.

He holds his breath, unsure what kind of reaction you are going to have.

"Oh, did I wake you?" you ask finally, tone slightly nervous, eyes unable to stay in one spot. 

"No," he lies, shaking his head. "I woke up to use the bathroom, but I saw the light on and wanted to..." Make sure you were okay. "Make sure I wasn't getting robbed."

You laugh. A soft melody that makes him feel obsessed and pathetic.

"You're half right," you say with an apologetic shrug. "You're definitely going to need more eggs when I'm finished." 

Suguru chuckles and peels himself from the doorway, walking towards the island where you stand with the butter wrapper in your hand. He watches your demeanor shift as you sit the wrapper on the floury surface.

"So, should I call in report of an egg thief?" Suguru teases, stopping next to you.

Your eyes take a moment to meet his. Your gaze had been lingering on his bare chest; of which he’d forgotten about. He always sleeps shirtless, but he would have put on a shirt out of respect for you, had he known you’d be up together like this. He watches your pouty lips part, and he grows desperate to read your mind.

When you finally look at his eyes, Suguru has to swallow down his primal instincts. Something about the way you look - peaked nipples poking through the thin material of his shirt, areolas slightly visible, dumbfounded expression from you not realizing how close you are to being pinned to the damn island.

"I'll buy you another carton after my car is fixed," you murmur timidly. "I have night terrors and baking always calms me down after having them. I should have asked before just using your kitchen.”

Suguru just stares when your ramble comes to a conclusion. "Sounds like you're apologizing, but there's no need for that." He leans forward, putting a hand on the island, realizing just how awfully, deliciously he towers over your frame. How easily he could overpower you. “I told you that I didn’t mind. What was your dream about?”

You seem to shut down at his question though, timidness entering your features as you turn your head from him. “It was nothing,” you answer bluntly.

Suguru knows you’re lying, but he doesn’t think it’s his place to press you more.

After a moment of awkward silence, he asks “Alright, what are you baking?”

You seem delighted that he’d asked. You reach towards the oven and pull open the door, revealing a rising pastry on the center rack.

"I made something up with what you had," you shrug. "It's a sort of berry and honey cobbler." 

Suguru’s stomach is rumbling already, combined with the pressure in his groin from the cock that threatens to slither out on its own accord. "It looks delicious, how long until it's done?" 

You glance up at the clock. "About ten minutes."

"Ah, so I caught you ransacking what was left of my groceries at the perfect time," he teases.

You grin and turn back towards the island, pulling a bowl towards you both that is filled with a red compote. To Suguru’s utter surprise you dip your finger into it, the consistency appearing to be sticky and thick.

"This is the glaze I made for it," you announce softly. "Wanna try some?" 

Suguru feels his eyelids drop. He leans forward and strands of his hair fall over his shoulders, shadowing his face to hide the way he feels himself drinking in the sight of you. He doesn’t trust himself to say more than a simple, “Sure.”

"Wait, it's kind of sticky,” you begin. “I'll grab a spoon.”

You turn to search for his drawer of silverware, but Suguru is quicker. He grabs your hand with the drizzled finger and watches as your neck snaps towards him in surprise. Your little doe eyes widen in realization, and there go your plump lips parting again - making it so incredibly easy if Suguru wanted to lean down and sink his teeth into them. 

He thinks he might have made a mistake until he sees the mirrored longing in your eyes that he senses has been in his the entire time he’s been in here with you. So it feels like the only right decision now is to course your finger to his lips.

You watch as he parts them and then slowly slides the tip of your finger into his mouth. Whether you realize it or not, you gasp, so needily, and even more so when Suguru gently sucks the honey mixture from your finger - holding eye contact all the while, silently daring you to look away.

He swirls his tongue, knowing full well he’s already finished cleaning it of the sticky mess, just to make his point extra clear. He slides it back out with a pop. 

He sees your eyes darken, in the most innocent, yet unknowingly sensual way. His mind begins to swirl with scenarios - him laying you down gently, and ghosting his lips over your naked torso to discover the kind of noises you make or contrarily; tossing you down and taking a handful of that beautiful hair, before delivering a series of the longest, hardest, sloppiest strokes you can possibly take.

"Is it... good?" you ask, your dry voice breaking his thoughts away from the blood rushing towards his pancreas. 

"Delicious," Suguru breathes out, barely recognizing his own faraway voice, "have you tried it?" 

You shake your head slightly, as if sensing his trap. “Not yet…”

"Hmm," he says aloud, dropping your hand and taking his fingers under your chin. "You’re so good at this.”

“A-Am I? I’ll have to try it before the cobbler is done,” you ramble nervously, clearly shying away from his touch, but he maintains his hold on your chin.

He doesn’t know what it is about you that has him so whipped in this short time. He feels so lost in his uncontrollable desire for you.

“I can give you a taste,” he finds himself whispering, faces just a few centimeters apart. Your body is mindlessly molding against his and he knows he’s got you.

You gasp into the small space between the two of you, and at the same perfect moment, he folds and crashes his desperate lips onto yours.

The kiss is hard and unsure at first, but it quickly softens as you surrender to his mouth. You melt into each other so easily, your breasts immediately glazing his torso and awakening chills all along his skin. He takes the closeness as a sign that it’s okay to put his hands on your sides, resting them idly atop the shorts.

Suguru can’t help but to let out a wanton grunt at the feeling of your body under his palms as he uses the pressure of his hands to rotate your positions. Now, your obedient little body is pressed between the island and his cock.

His hands slip under your thighs, which elicits a gasp from you. You break away from the kiss momentarily to stare at him as he effortlessly lifts you into the air and then plants your bottom on the island. 

You both gasp as a cloud appears, but Suguru finds himself unable to care that he’s just plopped you down into a pile of flour. He doesn’t waste any time kissing you again, but he only remains on your lips for a short time before he connects wet, sloppy kisses down your jaw - and your hands slide desperately into the roots of his hair. 

You spread your legs, inviting him to stand between, and Suguru feels his body jerk when you lock your calves into his sides. He moves his mouth back to yours and licks your lower lip, before sliding his tongue into your mouth and taking yours around it.

You clamp your teeth down on the muscle and suck on it like a little deviant - and it makes Suguru’s eyebrows furrow in sexual frustration. He needs you horribly, awfully.

He tastes the honey on your breath, sweet and dangerous, and his mind begins to cook up a disgusting idea. His fingers entangle in the shirt you wear, and the hem begins to rise over your stomach as he tugs it upwards.

“Suguru?” you mumble into his mouth, prompting him to reluctantly break the kiss.

“Mmh, do you want this?” he murmurs into your ear, loosening his grip on your shirt to prepare for the possibility that you’re going to say no. 

Instead, you mutter ‘yes’ shamelessly quick, and in a white flash the shirt is poof - disregarded. 

Suguru tries not to allow his eyes to bug out like a teenage boy who’s never seen breasts, but he feels himself failing miserably - even worse when his hands slither up to cup them, angling your nipples towards his face.

Your little body writhes, air escaping from your throat in the form of an encouraging gasp. Suguru grins and waits a moment before releasing them. The memories of his hands on your body appear in the form of powdery handprints, the both of you utterly covered in flour without a single care.

“Hmph,” you pout, and Suguru resists the urge to smack his hand across your nipple to put you in check - but there’s no telling if you’d enjoy that as much as he would. 

“Hold still f’me,” he mutters, reaching behind you for the bowl of syrupy compote. 

He feels your gaze burning into the side of his face as he pulls the bowl closer to your hips and dips his thumbs into the mixture. You can’t see this in real time as he does it, so your eyes look dumb and shocked when he brings his hands back towards your chest. 

“I like causing pain,” Suguru blurts suddenly, holding his thumbs out and aligning them with your nipples. “Can I be a little mean to you, angel?”

You swallow, nearly gulping, but with reluctance you’re nodding in agreement. 

“Words,” Suguru quips, pressing his body hard into yours to drive the message home.

“Y-Yeah,” you say and to his surprise, you add: “I also… like that kind of thing.”

“Mmm,” Suguru groans out. “Knew you were too good to be true.”

And with that, his thumbs are smearing your sweet little mix onto the buds of your chest - keeping them painfully erect as more syrup covers the areolas entirely.

You’re moaning just from his touch; he’s so impatient to hear the foul cries you’ll make when he’s clamping his teeth onto your sensitive nipples.

He sucks the remaining syrup off of each thumb, and then before you can question him, he latches his mouth onto your right nipple with desperation. 

He can feel the bumps rise on your skin from the intimacy, your perfect body arching against him as he swirls his tongue hungrily. His lips purse as he uses his tongue to suck the skin raw and clean. 

Your mouth is so dangerously close to his face, soft pants falling directly into his ear canal. He takes this as encouragement as his teeth sink into your nipple and his left hand strikes a heavy palm against your other. 

The way you jerk in response is so pathetic, Suguru nearly laughs at you. Earlier, you were so helpless and scared - you’d been pretending to be tough, and now he has you so needy and submissive that it’s comical. 

“Mmh,” you mumble into his ear, “again, please.”

Your little cunt must be so wet for him now. He wants to dip his fingers into your juice and force you to eat it, but he knows these things come one step at a time. He’s just so ready, so impatient. And he can tell you’re equally as ready.

He obeys you, just this once, smacking your breast again, his hand getting covered in the sticky compote. He breaks away from your right breast, deciding it’s time to clean off the other. 

“That feel good?” he questions, though he knows based on your furrowed eyebrows and toes subconsciously clinging to the back of his legs that it does.

“Y-yes,” you grit, tugging his hair, causing him to growl. “Why’d you stop?”

“Patience is a virtue,” Suguru mutters, blowing cool air over your sticky nipple, flicking it slightly with his tongue and smacking his lips to taste the syrup. 

“N-No,” you shake your head desperately, pleading. “Keep going.”

Suguru ponders on it, but ultimately he gives you what you want, though not without smacking your thigh harshly - making you yelp. He can’t speak with his tongue caressing the ring of your nipple so he communicates his threats for you to remember your place in the form of impactful hits. He cracks one on your abandoned right breast, and he knows it stings more because of his saliva that remains all over it. You whine in his ear and it only encourages him. 

“Harder, you say?” he questions, detaching his mouth. 

Now, his hands are coming down in rapid-fire. Crack, crack, crack. Your knees are bound to leave bruises on his hips with the way they’re digging into his skin. He’s growling now, unable to help himself. Your nipples feel so good on his tongue, and he can still taste the delicious honey mix. He wants to drizzle it all over you, make you into a writhing, sticky mess as he sucks it off.

YOUR POV.

Your cunt is pounding so badly, you can nearly feel the heat radiating off of it and landing directly on Suguru’s stomach as he sits up straight and looks down at you. His lips are wet and sticky, his hair stuck to his forehead. He looks so fucked, so hopeless. You’re equally as entranced, so caught up in his beauty, in the way his tongue feels, needing more.

You open your mouth to speak, but Suguru catches your lips with his own, and then his arms wrap around your body. He kisses you ferociously, berry and honey hot on his breath, before he takes his hand underneath your ass and lifts you effortlessly into the air. You’re forced to gasp into his mouth and he catches your sound with his tongue, encapsulating yours in it, lathering it up in his spit.

Just as Suguru begins to haul you away, the oven beeps. You groan into each other’s mouth as your heads break apart, and you lean onto his shoulder.

“Fuck, I forgot all about the cobbler,” you whisper against him. 

He makes a noise of frustration before releasing you from his grip, your legs sliding down his body. He catches you by your hips, oversized hands holding you like a fragile piece of art. You bite your lip as you hesitantly part from him, and he watches you with patience for a moment before he heads to the fridge. 

As you rip open the oven door, grab an oven mitt, and pull the pastry out with frustration, Suguru equips a cup of ice. You don’t think too much of it as you sling the pan onto the stove top before turning off the oven and nearly bolting back to Suguru, who instead of lifting you up, guides you by his free hand to the living room. 

“Do you still want to do this?” Suguru questions, pulling you in front of him, until you find yourself standing in the dark with your back to the sectional. 

There’s a small red light emitting from the corner of the room, illuminating his skin and making him look so terrifyingly beautiful. As you stand below him, you’ve decided you’d let him rip your guts apart if that’s what he requested.

“So much,” you say softly. Without any more instruction, you find yourself sinking onto the couch. “I hope you don’t think—”

“Think what?” Suguru interrupts, crouching in front of you, the ice in his cup shaking as he goes to place it down. “I have nothing negative to say about you. Besides, we’re having fun, aren’t we, pretty girl?”

Your cunt throbs at the pet name again. Your hands fly out, a little to your own surprise and land on his shoulders.

“Suguru, I…” the confession is shy on your lips for a moment, but you must let it be known. “I need you.”

“Mmm,” Suguru purrs, taking the cup of ice back into his hand, “How bad?”

“So bad,” you beg. “Please, no teasing.”

Suguru laughs at you and the noise sends another rush of adrenaline to your hole, now the material of his shorts is coated with your juices. 

“It’s a shame we don’t have more time to learn about each other,” he coos. “You would know that I’m incapable of not teasing, especially when you sound so cute asking me for what you want, and I know that I can deny you.”

“Hngh, no,” you whine. “Don’t torture me like that.”

Suguru just laughs again, and you notice now that he has removed a piece of ice from the cup. He holds it in one hand, while his free hand comes up to your bare chest, applying a small amount of pressure to push you flush against the back of the couch.

You gasp as you find yourself leaning back, then Suguru is grabbing your hips, dragging them to the edge of the couch. 

“Hm, you’re a little hot,” he observes, hand sliding up your leg and resting underneath the hem of the shorts. “I’ve gotta cool you down.”

“O-Oh?” you stutter, keeping your feet on the ground even though you fully suspect that Suguru is about to instruct you to do the opposite.

Instead, he sits up on his knees, still managing to tower over you because of how insanely long-legged he is. Your eyes watch lustfully as he pops the ice between his perfect lips and then clamps onto it with his teeth. He’s forcing you to keep your eyes on him with his own purple stare, then, his mouth reattaches to yours.

He drags the ice over your bottom lip, head moving slowly from side to side, and you shiver like a white in heat. The cold, cold ice leaves a wet trail behind as he pulls it down the side of your face, over a sensitive vein on your neck, then the outline of your collarbone.

Your back arches off of the couch, and you’re clawing desperately at his skin. He’s pretending not to notice as he’s continuing his trip down the map of your body, seeming to know it like the back of his hand even though he hardly knows you.

The ice slides over the peak of your breast agonizingly slow. Your nipples, still painfully erect, are sore from the events that had taken place moments ago - but Suguru doesn’t care.

He swirls that ice over them, even as you writhe and shake your head no, nails breaking open the skin on his trap muscles. His hair brushes your sternum, creating goosebumps, eliciting more purrs and gasps from your throat. Every part of you is responding to him, from your pulsing cunt, to your heart, to your collagen.

“Holy shit,” you whisper from above, and he grunts a little response before the ice finds your other abused nipple, teasing it softly before he applies full pressure with the melting ice, leaving your nipples sore and soaked.

You’re shivering uncontrollably now, breaths only able to come out in the form of short, quickened pants. Suguru’s showing no mercy. He’s approaching your belly button with the ice.

The ice is nearly gone, but now Suguru’s hands are sliding up underneath your squishy thighs, fingertips pressing into the flesh as he folds them up towards your face. 

You gasp as his head has quickly jumped from your stomach to the heat between your legs. He dips forward and plants an extremely fat, cold kiss to the cloth of his shorts.

“S-Suguru,” you whimper out, but he’s too busy swirling what's left of the ice over the material, nearly eating you out through the garment.  

You can’t take the torture. Your hands have fallen from his shoulders but now they’re dug into his hair like the reins on a horse, attempting to snatch him back up, but he’s so lost in his own pleasure he doesn’t budge. 

“Shut up,” he grunts, the movement of his mouth making you squirm. 

The second your body arches off of the couch, Suguru has his hands slid under the shorts and is dragging them down your legs. Without a change of underwear, you’d chosen to go commando, so the minute the shorts are off - your cunt winks him in the eye. 

You fight the urge to shy away. Even as your legs begin to close, Suguru stops you immediately, hands coming up the inside of your thighs and applying pressure to your knees.

“Be good, slut, if you want to be able to cum,” he murmurs, turning back momentarily to grab his ice again. 

You’re already shivering at the thought of the cold contact. Suguru pops a piece into his mouth and stares up at you as he moves it between his cheeks, opening his mouth and sticking out his tongue to show you the ice inside with a smirk.  

You stare down at him in awe and surprise, until he completely distracts you when the coldness of his wet mouth makes contact with your clit. Just a small brush of his lips, but it’s enough to have you begging him for more.

“Please, more,” you cry, and Suguru laughs against your cunt.

He drags the tip of the ice between your folds, the metal of his lip rings simultaneously sliding on the inside of your lips. It feels incredible, every inch of the nerves at your core being tainted and overwhelmed.

Your heels are planted flat on his shoulders, and he’s grunting like some kind of wild animal ripping apart the flesh of its prey while the squelches of your cunt respond to him whorishly. 

Suguru pops the ice back in his mouth and is now flicking your clit with his icy tongue, keeping the ice in his cheek while he works ecstasy through your bundle of nerves.

And just when you start rolling your hips in time with his tongue, he pulls away. He sucks on the ice while looking you in the eye and then, smack! His palm lands on your unsuspecting cunt and you scream.

It stings. Your clit is so sensitive from the ice already, but Suguru knows that. You know he does. Once the sting dissolves, your body begins to feel the pleasure that comes with pain.

“Hah - Suguru, fuck,” you mumble out. You’re slowly starting to have enough of the foreplay.

“Hm? What?” he questions, cocking his head like he’s got no clue what he’s doing. 

“Please,” you say, not directly asking for what you want, letting the end of your sentence hang in the air. 

Suguru fakes a yawn, “Sorry, I don’t know how to understand dumb little angels who can’t use their words.”

You frown and attempt to kick him, but he catches your foot, and at the same moment you see him swallow what was left of the ice in his mouth. 

“Tsk tsk,” he says, clicking his tongue. “Bad kitty.”

You don’t have time to squirm away before he’s sitting up, taking your body into the air, and then slamming you back down onto the couch. You lay long ways now, head resting on the corner of the sectional, and Suguru creeps over you like a panther.

His bare chest rubs your own and he dips his head into your neck, lips still freezing and glazed over with spit. He drags his mouth over your pulse, pinning your arms above your head as you try to slither from below him. 

“Say what’s on your mind,” he murmurs against your ear canal, “don’t keep secrets from me, monkey.”

“Hngh - don’t fucking call me that,” you grit, attempting to knee him in the stomach but he’s using all of his body weight to keep you down. 

You lay completely naked and helpless below him, attempting to grind your sulking cunt over the clear bulge in his pajama pants. He keeps kissing your neck, grunting softly in your ear to make you feel worse about the fact that you are restrained - and denied his cock. 

“What do you want?” he purrs, ghosting the tips of his top teeth over your jaw. “Speak up.” 

You’re a muddled, moaning mess and he knows it - but you manage to mumble out a pathetic, “Your cock, Suguru.” 

“Already? We just met,” he coos, tracing the shape of your cheek with his fingertip. 

“Shut up,” you growl at him, wishing you could grip him by his bulge to show him what it’s like to be repeatedly teased and denied. 

As if reading your mind, he releases one of your hands and quickly smacks the side of your thigh, then sinks his nails into the stinging skin to keep you from making another snotty threat. 

“Watch your tone,” he directs, and then lifts your leg so that it rests against the back of the couch. “Be a good girl and wait right here, and keep your legs open.” 

He lifts himself off of you, but not before he dips his head and spits a thick glob of glistening saliva on your cunt, walking away while the fluid slides through your folds.

You lay there in fear of punishment, unmoving, taking the time to catch your breath. 

And then, when he returns moments later, you lay there still obediently sprawled out. He’s ripping a condom wrapper open with his teeth, and his cock is sliding through his hand. 

You gasp. Despite it being mostly dark in the living room, you can see that his dick stretches nearly the length of your own forearm, all while glistening with his spit. Suguru catches your appalled face and smirks in the dark.

“Didn’t your mommy ever teach you that it’s rude to stare?” he questions, leaning over you as he rolls the condom onto his cock.

Your eyes are having a hard time prying themselves away, but you succeed when he leans down and presses a deep kiss to your lips, practically eating your mouth off of your face. He bites down on your bottom lip and grunts heavy breaths into your mouth as he finishes adjusting himself. 

You lick his lip rings like a desperate slut. Your hands remain above your head as if he’s still holding them down; you’re disgusted at just how obedient he’s made you out to be in a short time. 

Now he’s crawling over you again. But before you give him time to get settled, your mouth blurts a request. 

“Put the helmet on,” you say meekly, watching as Suguru’s pierced eyebrows knit together in surprise.

“My motorcycle helmet?” he questions, and you nod. “Wow, trying to say I’m too ugly to stare at?”

You groan and roll your eyes. “N-No, I just, um… nevermind.” You don’t want to admit how the idea of him in his helmet makes you even wetter. 

Luckily though, Suguru read your mind.

“You’re a nasty little thing, aren’t you?” he questions, and you notice how his hand slithers up to the wall, and acutely plucks the helmet off of its peg. 

“Hmph,” you shake your head. “You don’t have to if you don’t want to.”

You tilt your chin up defiantly and watch as he slides it over his face, adjusting the strap and closing the glass visor. Now, it’s just you and your reflection staring at one another, and you can see your poor body all marked up from Suguru’s impactful slaps.

It makes your cunt throb so unbelievably fast, and you think you’ll wither away if you have to go another minute without Suguru pumping inside of you. 

“This was a great idea,” he says, voice raspier and deeper from the other side of the mask. “Now, it’s time to stretch you out, baby.”

You gulp. You aren’t sure you’ll be able to survive his cock. But you want to try. All that rumbles through your mind is getting it inside of you, of feeling the burn as it threatens to break through to your stomach. 

“Please,” you whine, “I don’t think I can take much more.”

“Hmm, I guess you’ve been good enough,” he ponders aloud, and now his two thick arms are on either side of your head. 

He’s letting your hands stay free, to your surprise, and you take advantage of it by dragging your nails down his torso. He momentarily falters, but then he’s pressing the tip of his cock to your folds - sliding it down, lathering it in your slick. Your toes curl, your knees find themselves on his hips. You stop and sink your nails into his pecs to threaten him, but he’s unmoved.

“Didn’t I tell you to be patient?” he questions, shoving his hips forward so that you feel a faint amount of pressure on your clit, and then it disappears as he pulls away.

“Ngh, how can I be patient?” you cry. “Quit being afraid to fuck me.”

“Afraid?” Suguru laughs and then his hand comes up, palm on your windpipe, fingers pressing pressure into either side of your neck. “You’re the one with fear in your eyes, little monkey. Don’t think you can handle my cock, do you?”

You frown and gasp, attempting to snap back at him, but your voice is cut off as well as your air flow. Suguru gives you no chance to fight before his hips press into you for good this time - and without even using his hands, the crown of his cock is pushing through the threshold of your cunt. 

The two of you make mirrored fucked-out noises of desire. You whine as your walls try to stretch around him, but the friction is causing it to burn. You can only attempt a gasp underneath Suguru’s death grip on your throat. 

“Mmh, so tense baby,” Suguru purrs, “relax. You can take it.”

You shake your head, or attempt to. Your hand rests on Suguru’s wrist, your fingers digging in to the bone as you attempt to let your body get used to Suguru filling you up. You stare at yourself pathetically, hopelessly in his visor. You can feel his eyes watching you take him, watching your lips part as you attempt to breathe despite him restricting your airflow. 

Your elastic walls finally start to contract, allowing Suguru to bottom out. He rests like that for just a moment, barely giving you time to swallow him up before he’s pulling his hips back and entering again. 

You moan in time with his long strokes, and he keeps his pace slow until you’ve got him completely slicked up. Now he’s moving in and out of your hole like butter, and you’re crying below him. 

“Oh, so fucking good,” he grits, dipping his head closer to you, so you’re forced to keep staring at yourself. 

His abdomen glistens as he begins to sweat. Your eyes don’t know where to look; they’re traveling over his sculpted muscles like a pervert in heat. He notices and drums his hips harder into you to throw you off - and your eyes squeeze shut as you’re overrun with pleasure. 

You secretly wish you could see the way Suguru’s face is twisted up under his helmet, but somehow, the gift of suspicion is much more thrilling. Feeling like you have no idea who’s fucking your guts up makes you even wetter. Suguru can tell, and he’s using all of your juices to his advantage. You’re dripping all over his expensive couch while neither of you find time to care.

“Agh - Suguru, please!” you shriek, knees falling closer to your chest. 

Suguru takes his hand off of your throat before tucking each hand underneath your thighs, pinning them to your chest, cockhead hitting a new and deeper angle this way. 

“Fuck, ‘m so deep,” he mumbles, hips losing their synchrony, strokes becoming sloppier and needier. “God, y’sure you have to go home tomorrow?”

“Mm-mm,” you hum, brain jumbled as he nearly begins to tap your uterus. “Gonna stay here and get fucked forever.”

“So good for me,” Suguru coos, smacking the underside of your thigh and hastening his pace. “So fucking good.”

“Hah - so deep,” you comment, attempting to use your hands to press on his chest, but it means nothing when Suguru is overpowering you with his hold on your legs. 

Your arms fall limp, and you accept defeat as your cervix gets rammed over and over and over - nasty, wet noises engulfing the air as you squeeze yourself around Suguru for his pleasure.

“Feel you pulsing,” Suguru grits, “don’t do that…”

You pretend not to hear him and keep flexing your muscles, and the veins in his cock tap against your spongey walls in response. 

“Suguru,” you pant, “Suguru, Suguru. Let me ride you.”

He hums and keeps pumping, “You want to get on top, naughty girl? Wanna make me feel good?”

“Y-Yes, please,” you beg, opening your eyes and staring in the direction of what you assume are his eyes on the other side of the helmet visor. 

“Hm, I suppose I’ll allow it,” he tuts, and before you know it, he’s sliding out of you and you’re cold and empty inside. You need him back deep inside of you, so you waste no time sitting up the minute he lets go of you. 

Suguru laughs, a piercing noise that disrupts the silence in the room. “You’re dripping all over my suede, pretty girl. Gonna be able to smell your mark, even when you’re gone.”

You roll your eyes, but can’t deny the heat in your cheeks as you slither into a standing position, switching with Suguru as he sits back on the couch and opens his arms for you. 

Your stomach lurches with butterflies at the simple, intimate gesture. You crawl onto his lap, straddling him, and his arms engulf you in a bear hug. You lean forward to align yourself with his cock, and then, you’re reaching for his length and peeling the condom right off.

Suguru’s back arches off of the couch at the overstimulating feeling - and he gasps underneath his helmet. “Mm, you want it raw?”

“Wanna feel the real thing,” you say desperately, tossing the wet condom onto the floor with your lustful brain disregarding the dangers of it. 

“A person who takes what she wants,” Suguru taps the chin of his helmet thoughtfully. “I like it.” 

You don’t answer him because you’re too busy aligning your hole with his now dry cock and slicking it back up in a mix of your juices and his precum. 

Now it’s your turn to make him writhe, and he does, his thigh muscles flexing under you - his hands breaking open the skin in your back.

Then you’re shoving him back inside of you, and it takes you no time to slide down the complete length. You lean forward, hands on his chest, moaning as you readjust to him for a second time. 

“Oh, Y/N,” Suguru chirps, “you fit me so well, don’t you?” And then he’s hitting you on your sensitive nipple again, before taking it between his index and thumb, pinching and applying painful pressure. 

“So well,” you repeat mindlessly, pussy swallowing him up to his balls, before raising your hips again in the same motion that feels pleasurable to you. 

Suguru helps you by sliding his hands to your hips, showering you in dirty praises like so tight, nasty slut, perfect for me. 

S. GETO

You feel so good, snugly wrapped around him, dripping all down his cock like a needy mess. Your face is so beautiful when it’s fucked out, as you focus on trying to take all of him. 

You’d done so good, taking all his hits and teasing, the least he can do is let you use his cock for your pleasure. And it’s his pleasure, indeed, to do so. 

He hums as he watches you from the other side of his visor, your breasts bouncing in his face, your lip snapped under your teeth. It’s everything he can do to prevent himself from filling you up with cum so soon - but you’re making it so hard. 

He’d have never guessed you’d end up like this when he’d rescued you. He’d honestly just been trying to be a polite samaritan, but he isn’t going to knock the situation the two of you have found yourselves in. 

He notices that you’ve started panting harder, your hips have gotten slower. You’re wearing down, but based on your pulsing cunt around him, you’re close.

Well, that just won’t do.

He takes his hands and goes in for your hips, trying to bite down his primal instincts when you whine pathetically in response. He takes you and lifts you up off of him, and you nearly shriek as his cock plops out of you and lands erect against his stomach. 

You stare down at him in horror, “Suguru, I was so close!” 

“I know, I’m not an amateur,” he teases, before he shoves you back down onto his cock and uses his grip on your hips to slide you up and down on it like you’re just a fucktoy. 

Your eyes roll to the whites, and you start moaning again, unable to argue with him - until he repeats the process and rips you up off of his cock again.

“Stop!” you cry out, hands flying up to his shoulders and clawing at them, as if that’ll make a difference.

Suguru smirks under his disguise and plops you back down, not even half way before he’s taking you off again.

By now, you’re catching on, but he still recognizes how close you must be to cumming.

You barely let out soft moans now, all of your noises coming out harsh and frustrated. He thinks it’s cute when you try to threaten him, or cuss at him.

“You wanna cum?” Suguru asks you, eyebrow raised, though he knows you can’t see it.

“God, please,” you beg, staring at him as hard as you can, and he knows you’re trying hard to find his eyes.

He decides to help you out when he takes the helmet off, shaking his hair free. Now he looks up at you, taking in your face without his visor in the way. You’re so desperate to be back down on his cock but he holds you at tip length, just kissing the inside of your cunt.

He takes one of his hands to your throat, but this time he’s gentle. He applies enough pressure to bring your face towards him, but not enough to cut off your air like last time. He presses a soft kiss to your lips, distracting you, making you melt and whimper.

Dumb little brat.

The minute your body softens and you’re leaning your chest against him, purring in his ear, he starts drilling his hips up harshly against your thighs. His cocktip kisses the end of your pussy and each time he hits the squishy barrier, you bite down on his earlobe.

You’re so good for him, he thinks. He has to convince you not to leave - but he knows that’s selfish. He doesn’t care, because he needs your cunt all to himself, whenever he wants it.

“You got it, pretty girl,” Suguru coos, fucking into you as mean as he can.

His arms wrap around you and you hold onto each other like you’re free falling from the sky - whining and moaning and hissing and cussing until finally, your pretty cunt pulses rapidly around him and then quenches as you begin to cum.

Suguru feels his own orgasm overcoming him and he starts to pull you off of him - but you fight back.

“I-It’s okay, you can cum inside,” you moan deviously into his earlobe, nearly unable to speak as you cum all over his cock.

Suguru shakes his head violently, though he wants to so bad - he rather glaze your skin with his nut.

“Mmh,” he hums and then overpowers you, flipping you back onto your back before he pulls his cock out of your pussy and strokes his length until it spurts his hot cum all over your belly.

You writhe and roll your hips as it lands on your skin, and Suguru pants heavily as he milks himself for all he’s got. You look so delicious underneath him again, this time slicked up with his semen.

And as if to seal an already perfect experience, you slide your finger through it and then shove it into your mouth, where you slurp it clean.

“Mm, delicious,” you mutter, “have you tried it?”

Suguru chuckles at you before leaning down to kiss you again. “So beautiful covered in my cum, you know that?”

You nod shyly and entangle your hands in his hair. “I admit, you look hot in the helmet, but your hair is too pullable to be hidden away like that.”

Suguru feels his face heat a bit but he plays it off by dipping his head downwards so that you can’t see. “You’re too sweet, gorgeous.”

You pant as a response before saying, “Why’d we do that?”

Suguru freezes. “A-are you regretting it?”

“No,” you answer quickly. “I’ve just never… hooked up with someone before.”

Suguru chuckles. “Well, pretty girl, we don’t have to call this a hookup.”

You smile up at him and then he’s tucking his arms under your back and lifting you up for what feels like the hundredth time.

It isn’t long before Suguru is carrying you to the bedroom and cleaning you off with a cool towel, applying ointment to the raw spots on your skin and serving you a cup of ice water.

He’s trying not to think about you leaving the following morning. Every time he does, his stomach begins to hurt and his chest throbs.

But for now, he has his little rider entangled in his arms like the two of you have known each other for an eternity - and he’s grateful you’ve forgotten about the cobbler you baked, because he can’t bear for you to get out of bed right now.

“How are you feeling?” he questions, noticing your breathing has slowed and you are close to sleep.

“Exhausted,” you mumble sleepily. “Pipe does that to you.”

It’s all he can do to stifle an unearthly laugh at your joke, before he pets your hair until you join each other in sleep.

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Yall im so sorry this is probably so shitty!

This one was the most requested that’s why it’s going first - I hope it meets your expectations. :]

~ pennjammin

[nathaslosthershit]

Passenger Princess Piastri (OP81)

Summary: Oscar hates driving outside of F1, you are sick of driving him everywhere and have tried everything to curb his obsession with being a passenger princess, but you may have stumbled upon a new method of making him get behind the wheel. (Aka Oscar's wife finds a new upside to her pregnancy)

'Oh having a husband who races cars for a living must be so nice, you have a built in personnel driver!'

Unfortunately, you are dating Oscar Piastri, a man who has trained in the art of guilting you into driving.

It was always something new, 'I don't like driving on the streets in anywhere but Australia', 'i have been driving all weekend, can't you just take the reins this one time', 'I know it is summer break, but you look so hot behind the wheel, I just want to appreciate my pretty wife while I have her with me'.

And you gave in, every time. It got to the point where he didn't even ask, just happily hopped into the passenger seat while you'd sigh and get behind the wheel.

But it had to to end. Oscar's reign as passenger princess had turned into a passenger queen, and you were going to force him to abdicate.

It started with little things; not joining him on errands you didn't need to go on, putting so much stuff in the passenger seat he had to sit in the back, not unlocking the car until he moved.

It worked well, but unfortunately he eventually caught on to all of your ways and found loopholes. He'd beg, and beg, and beg for you to go on errands with him, he knew if he could produce a few tears and a line about how much he loves doing these little domestic tasks with you, you'd give in. He would just move your stuff, all of it, or if he thought ahead, stuff so many things into the back you 'couldn't possible expect him to go back there'. He would just wait, and wait, and wait until you unlocked the car, doesn't matter if you had time sensitive plans, he would happily arrive late in the passenger seat, he'd even blame it on you.

This back and forth lasted years, he didn't care, he wasn't going to give up, but neither were you.

When your first thought upon seeing the positive pregnancy test was that you were going to milk this for all its worth and make sure the next 9 months + were passenger seat filled for you, maybe you should have reevaluated the situation, clearly it had gone too far.

You felt better though when you saw the same realization hit Oscar soon after you told him the news.

"Yep! You are not getting a free ride for a very long time, honey." You said, giddy at the look of despair on your husband's face.

"Please, come on, don't you think thats dramatic? You are pregnant, not incapacitated."

"You are so hypocritical to call me dramatic! You drive for a living, Oscar, yet you force your beautiful and amazing wife to drive you around as your personal chauffeur! You did this to me, and now you have got to pay the piper my friend."

"Wouldn't I be the piper in this case?" He was trying to distract you with a dirty joke, and damn it almost worked.

"No, because I am playing you, lovie. Plus, I am holding precious cargo now, don't think I won't call your mom or sisters to yell at you if you try to make me drive."

You felt victorious as you saw all the fight leave his eyes. Maybe it was cruel to use your pregnancy against your husband to force him to do a task he hated doing. Maybe it was evil to feel giddy about how you now had a new method of getting him to drive you places. You weren't saying you'd get pregnant again in the future just to win this ridiculous stand-off you two had, but it was definitely an added bonus.

A/N: I don’t know what this is guys I just sat down and wrote something I had no preconceived plans I just knew my Oscar girlies were hungry and needed to be fed

[nartothelar]

I honestly love the new au and i want more lore on the au like what's death's forces why is that the oc's goal because im honestly a little confused��

Ok, so the general rundown: emmet and ingo both run the Death Train: a cargo and passenger train used for transport and safe passage whose network spans across the whole country. They were assigned to run and protect it by Death!

Death is a benevolent ruler who founded the DWMA and wants to maintain order and peace (tho there’s much more to him than just that so I’d recc checking out the actually soul eater canon!)

And so Masika’s, the jellyfish witch, goal is to take the Death Train out of commission to weaken/slow Death’s forces during their fight against the Kishin (<- the big bad of the universe). She’s going to do this by leading the boys (namely emmet) down the path of madness!

In the previous comic, she actually targets ingo with her venom (since he’s less likely to perceive her witch’s soul) and so it’s when ingo and emmet resonate that the venom can taint emmet’s soul without him noticing -> emmet goes mad as a result since ingo, with his anti madness wavelength, would be the last place he’d check for irregularities!

And that’s pretty much it!

[makeitmingi]

When Flowers Bloom In The Dark [Chapter 3]

Genre: Romance, Mafia!AU, Violence, Angst, Slow burn

Pairing: Hongjoong x Reader (y/n)

Characters: Florist!Reader, Mafioso!Hongjoong, Mafioso!Seonghwa, Mafioso!Yunho, Mafioso!Yeosang, Mafioso!San, Mafioso!Mingi, Mafioso!Wooyoung, Mafioso!Jongho

Summary: When you appeared and wept at his mother's funeral, Hongjoong found himself wanting to find out more about you. A regular girl, who owns a flower shop in his territory and has a relationship with the mother that he hasn't spoken to in years, why hasn't he ever noticed you before?

[Warning(s): 18+ for violence, use of weapons, smoking, alcohol consumption, slight gore, gang affiliation, tattoos and character deaths. Minors DNI. This is a work of fiction and does not represent the Ateez members in real life.]

Word count: 3.2K

Hongjoong, along with some other Ateez members, stood with him in the now quiet area of the abandoned building. He stepped to the side, clicking his tongue when he saw the blood splatter had gotten onto his new Oxford loafers.

"We're taking this guy with us, right?" San held up the leader, who was on the brink of death but still alive compared to his fellow gang members that have fallen.

"Yeah, keep him in the dungeon. We need him alive for interrogation." Seonghwa said, his hands going into the pockets of his coat.

"Should I get a clean up crew?" Jongho asked, his foot kicking one of the dead man's leg away so he could walk.

"Don't bother. Just torch the place." Hongjoong said, a freshly lit cigarette hanging from his lips. Mingi raised his eyebrows, looking at Seonghwa, who sighed and nodded his head.

"Alright. Let's torch it." Mingi rubbed his hands excitedly.

"Let's go then." The rest walked out. San dragged the man's body with him, throwing him into the trunk of their car.

"Please..." The male coughed blood.

"We're not letting you go that easy, you're going to wish death came faster. Better rest up, you have a lot to do." San smiled and patted the man's cheek before shutting the trunk. He climbed into the car that already had Hongjoong in the passenger seat. Seonghwa rode along in Jongho's car.

BOOM!

Looking out the window, the 4 watched as the 2-storey building became engulfed in flames. Mingi emerged with a satisfied smile, climbing onto his bike.

"He always get weirdly excited about blowing things up." Hongjoong shook his head with a chuckle.

"That's Mingi for you." San laughed, beginning to drive away from the scene. Mingi sped past them on his bike, flipping them off.

"If it's a race he wants, it's a race he gets." San growled and began to speed. Jongho seemed to get the memo too because he was revving to catch up and overtake them.

"Ah, you guys are crazy. Seonghwa's gonna get motion sick." Hongjoong said, knowing his best friend well.

"Well, if he pukes, at least it's not my car." San shrugged.

"You guys already race on a regular basis. Do you really have to race right now?" Hongjoong asked. Of course he was joking, he didn't care that the boys wanted to race now. Everyone in Ateez was very competitive, no matter what the subject was.

"Nice!" Hongjoong hi fived San when he pulled up a split second before Jongho. Mingi had already reached way before them, there was no beating him on a motorbike.

"I hate you all!" Seonghwa yelled as he fell out of the passenger seat. Hongjoong laughed and took a video of him on the ground.

"San, unload the cargo." Hongjoong instructed, referring to the guy in the trunk.

"Yes, hyung." San drove the car down to the basement while Hongjoong went to help Seonghwa up and they walked in through the front door.

"Hyung, you're back! I need help." Wooyoung ran over excitedly.

"What is it?" Hongjoong looked at him quizically, sitting down on the couch and Wooyoung took the adjacent armchair.

"Paint swatches for the new casino. I need your artistic eye." Wooyoung poured out all the paint swatches. In the middle, he placed the colour scheme of the intended decor and vibes. Wooyoung and San were the ones that managed the casino businesses that belonged to Ateez.

"It's hard to tell from just the pictures, can we not do this on site? I have time until my next meeting, we can go now." Hongjoong asked the younger.

"O-Oh! Okay, sure. Let me change and I'll meet you in the basement." Wooyoung ran upstairs.

"Get me a coffee in a mug." Hongjoong said to one of the maids.

"Yes, sir." She bowed and ran to the kitchen. Hongjoong slumped back into the couch. He looked at his hand, he could remove the bandages today. Maybe he'll do it when he gets home.

"Sir." A butler handed Hongjoong a to-go mug of coffee. Hongjoong took it and headed down to the basement.

"I'm here, hyung." Wooyoung jogged over, dressed in a black shirt with the first two buttons open and the sleeves rolled up, and dress pants.

One thing Hongjoong appreciated, as someone who values fashion, is that all the Ateez members dressed up well too. They also liked to dress up and look good, no matter where they were going. Yes, they mainly wore suits but they were all different.

"How's the hand?" Wooyoung asked as he drove.

"It's fine, I'll remove the bandages when I come back. We've all been injured before, this is minor considered to the gunshots that we've dealt with." Hongjoong said.

"I know... But you know this is under different circumstances, hyung." Wooyoung said boldly.

"Just because my mother died, it doesn't mean I'm fragile now. I'm not as torn up about it as you all think." He replied.

"Did you tell your construction crew that we are dropping by? There's no point going in if they are going to board up the place." Hongjoong changed the subject.

"Yeah, I sent the contractors a message that we'll be stopping by." Wooyoung hummed.

When Wooyoung pulled up, they saw the contractors there, already waiting for him and Hongjoong. The smell of the construction site irked Hongjoong slightly but he didn't express it, merely taking a sip of his coffee. There were some words exchanged between the contractors and Wooyoung.

"Hyung, this way." Wooyoung nodded towards the entrance of the building. Hongjoong looked around the place as they walked in, the place was coming together nicely.

"Get me one of the arm chairs." Wooyoung ordered.

"Yes, boss." The men went away.

"The furniture arrived earlier than expected so they've just been put aside until the finishing touches are done and the place is painted." Wooyoung informed.

"It's looking nice, Wooyoung. Once the paint is up, it'll come together very well." Hongjoong said in approval.

Even if the members updated each other on their projects, Hongjoong respected them and never interjected unless asked.

"Boss." The contractors placed one of the armchairs that will be used by the big wall. Another one of the workers brought in a standing light since the light fixtures were not working yet.

"Leave us." Wooyoung waved them off. They bowed and walked away. With some painter's tape, Wooyoung taped the paint swatches to the wall above the armchair so he and Hongjoong could look at it properly and visualise it.

"I do like the classic burgundy but painting the walls that shade might seem too tacky or old fashioned." Hongjoong said.

"San and I agree. That's why we're exploring dark shades of blue. It wouldn't feel too stuffy like if we were to go with a red shade. It'll make it feel cooler." Wooyoung nodded.

"Hmm... I like Prussian blue but it is too dark. What if we go lighter?" Hongjoong advised.

"What about this?" Wooyoung held up the book to the wall since he didn't take that many swatches.

"Nice. Come see." Hongjoong swapped placed with Wooyoung, holding up the book for him to step back and see. Wooyoung nodded in approval and took a picture.

"I'll show it to Sannie then we'll get to painting." Wooyoung said.

"Good, I can't wait to see it come together." Hongjoong smiled, patting Wooyoung's shoulder. After they were done, and Wooyoung was able to give some instructions to the contractors, the two of them headed back home. Hongjoong still had work to do and paperwork to go over.

Besides the underground businesses, there were legitimate businesses that Ateez ran as well. That's how they were able to build their reputation in the business world.

"I put the newest contracts on your desk, hyung." Yunho said as he jogged past Hongjoong.

"Thanks, Yunho." Hongjoong nodded and headed to his office.

"Ah, finally." He sunked into his plush chair. Sitting up, Hongjoong began to unwrap the bandage that you had put around his injured hand. Honestly, it was looking a lot better than before.

"Where is..." Looking around the place, he tried to find the tub of salve that you gave him.

*KNOCK KNOCK*

"Come in." Hongjoong threw the small tub into his drawer. The butler entered Hongjoong's office with a bow, informing him that he had some visitors come.

"What visitor?" Hongjoong raised an eyebrow with suspicion and caution. He stood up, grabbing his blazer on the way out the door. He wore it and buttoned it as he approached the staircase and went downstairs to the living room area.

"What's going on here?" He asked when he saw Yeosang, Seonghwa and Jongho, guns drawn to the three men that stood there.

"Hongjoong sshi. Could you tell your men to keep their weapons?" The man smiled eerily.

"They can do as they like. What's your purpose here? We gave you mercy by letting you go despite having stolen from us. Did you not appreciate that?" Hongjoong raised an eyebrow.

"O-Of course we do. We're merely here to offer our condolences. We heard what happened to your mother." The man stuttered slightly.

"Just let me shut him up permenantly, hyung." Jongho growled. Hongjoong held a hand up.

Hongjoong remembers that day well, they left most of this clan's men dead, only a handful that were barely hanging by a thread. Death was always an easy way out.

"We all know you're not here to offer condolences. Cut to that chase, what do you want?" Hongjoong smirked, crossing his arms.

"I'm here to make amends to Ateez. There's a rumour that the smaller gangs are forming together to take over your territories. They think you're going to be down with your mother's death so they're aiming to strike your territory first." The leader said, his face changing to one of confidence and pride.

"That's all? Do you really not think that we face threats to our territory everyday?" Hongjoong scoffed and the other Ateez members present laughed too.

"For wasting our time, I suggest we take compensation." Seonghwa tilted his head. The 3 men took a step back.

"Good idea, hyung." Yeosang smiled.

"That's true. I don't like people wasting my time AND I don't like people showing up unannounced, especially here." Hongjoong nodded in agreement.

"So that should be two compensations but maybe we only take one? Are we feeling nice today?" Jongho turned to the others.

"Hmm, whatever you guys want." Hongjoong shrugged, turning away to head back up the stairs.

"You'll regret this, Kim Hongjoong!" He heard the leader yell as he ran away with one of his men, leaving the other to be taken by the 3 Ateez members.

Everyone called Ateez the devils, with Hongjoong being the worst amongst all of them. But that's the only way to wield power, to strike fear in people. Everything they do serves as a lesson to others. In the underground world, it's kill or be killed.

"Aww, I missed out on the fun." Mingi said, looking over everything from the second floor banister.

"Don't worry, I have a feeling there will be more where that came from." Hongjoong chuckled and Mingi smirked at that.

"I need a coffee." He went back to his office, going to the coffee maker to make a triple shot espresso. Hongjoong could already feel a major migraine coming on.

Sitting back down, he retrieved the salve you made and haphazardly put them over his healing cuts.

"Hmm..." There was a slight cooling feeling but nothing else.

"Hyung? I'm ba- What's that smell?" Yunho sniffed the slightly herbal smell in the air. Hongjoong cleared his throat and sat up, putting the salve jar away.

"Just something to help with my injury." Hongjoong said awkwardly. Yunho raised an eyebrow.

"You went to see that girl... didn't you? The one that went to your mother's funeral. I know that she's a florist but she knows botany as well. That's the only place you would get herbal medicine." Yunho teased Hongjoong with a knowing smile. Hongjoong glared at the taller male.

"She's a business owner in my territory. Of course I would go visit her, I always visit the businesses from time to time." Hongjoong said through gritted teeth.

"Sure~" Yunho sang. He reached over to pick up the jar that Hongjoong failed to hide under his papers.

"Is this good? Can I try?" He asked.

"Give me that! No, you can't try it." Hongjoong snatched the jar back with a hiss, throwing it back into his drawer. Yunho snickered at the captain's almost flustered behaviour.

"Yunho, I'm busy. What is it you came here for?" Hongjoong sighed, rubbing his temples.

"I'll let you change the subject for now. But yes, I went to discuss the logistics for our upcoming gala." Yunho said.

"Okay. Show me." Hongjoong leaned forward as Yunho placed his laptop on the desk. He pulled up some documents showing Hongjoong his notes, the bill, pictures, everything related to the upcoming gala that they're hosting.

"This is good. Present all this to the rest at our next group meeting, I want them to weigh in on it and see what they think before you go forward with the plans." Hongjoong said.

"Okay. I'll chase the other suppliers for more accurate quotations." Yunho nodded, closing the laptop.

"So, hyung. About the girl..." Yunho raised his eyebrows.

"What? There's nothing about her." Hongjoong replied a little too quickly with a small frown, showing his discomfort about this subject. Yunho bit back his snicker.

"She really knew your mom?" Yunho asked. Hongjoong stiffened at the mention of his mother.

"Yes, no... Well, I don't know." Hongjoong sighed.

"She says she knows my mother but when she speaks about her, it is like we're talking about entirely different people. The person she knew wasn't the mother I knew." He explained.

"That's confusing... And frustrating." Yunho hummed with a nod of his head. Hongjoong let out a grunt of agreement. Yes, his mother was dead but why was he so bothered by this random girl that knew his mother too? Deep down, he knew that she can't change his perception of his mother but it intrigued him.

"Don't think too much about it. The others don't need to know about any of this." Hongjoong shot Yunho a look.

"My lips are sealed." Yunho did the action of zipping his lips.

"If that's all, I need to go for my tailor appointment." Hongjoong checked the time and stood up, turning his computer off. Yunho nodded and walked out with him.

"Don't you usually get our tailor to come to the house to do everything?" Yunho asked.

"Yes but I have a meeting nearby and I wanted to try doing it in the shop this time. Go out for some fresh air too." Hongjoong shrugged.

"Have fun, hyung. Good luck." Yunho wished. Hongjoong waved and headed downstairs to his car. It felt good to drive his own car again, even if it had only been a few days.

"Hey, Seonghwa. I'm going to meet with the new weapons dealer right now to see what he's all about then stop by the tailor for get a new suit done for the gala. Can you take care of the interrogation for me? You can take one of the boys with you." Hongjoong requested.

"You're going to meet a stranger that we've never met before and you didn't take back up?"

"It's fine. I can manage it. Plus, we're meeting in a public place. I highly doubt he'll try anything. But is that a yes on the interrogation?" Hongjoong asked.

"Can I ask Jongho to do it? I have a race tonight, it's a big one."

"Sure, please make sure that he knows what information we're trying to extract." Hongjoong hummed.

"Of course. I'll also make sure that he stops the others from getting too carried away with the torture. The last prisoner died before we got anything good out of him."

"Exactly, that's why I wanted you to do it. You're more objective but I trust Jongho to do it too." He explained.

"I understand. I would say I trust Jongho to get what we need too. Plus, he has the strength to stop the others if they go overboard when trying to get answers. And back to the main issue, why are you going for a meet up without any backup? Should I send some men your way to guard the area?"

"No need, I'm fine. I can handle it myself. Have a good race tonight." Hongjoong wished.

"Thanks, stay safe. If you need backup, alert us."

"I will." Hongjoong promised and hung up. He didn't know what he would do without Seonghwa. They've known each other the longest and started Ateez together, Hongjoong knew he could count on him.

-

"That should be everything. Thanks again for doing this so last minute." The couple said, closing the trunk of their van.

"No worries. Have a good one." You smiled and bowed as they entered and drove off. The moment the van was out of sight, you let out a long sigh of exhaustion. This couple had changed their order last minute and you tried your best to accomodate them.

"At least they compensated." Was what you told yourself before heading back to the shop. It was closing time soon, you usually would have one or two customers at night.

"What a mess..." You sighed. Today was hectic, while rushing orders, you had no time to clean up and just left the mess.

"Good evening, are you open?" You heard a customer come through the door.

"Yes. How can I help you?" You wiped your hands on your apron. You helped the customer get what he needed. Thankfully he was content with choosing one of your premade bouquets.

"Do you prepare all these bouquets yourself?" He asked as you swiped his card for payment.

"Yes, I do." You giggled, handing him back his card.

"They're all very nice. Thanks, have a nice evening." He complimented. You smiled gratefully, walking him to the door and opening it for him to leave.

After that, you began to clear the area, composting the discarded plant parts before you could grab a broom to clean up the small bits and pieces. There was ribbon, tissue paper and wiring scattered everywhere. You kept all the spare materials in the trolley that you usually wheeled around.

"Now I'm hungry." You groaned. There was still two more hours until you had to close so you couldn't eat yet. You tried to pass time by answering to some customers enquires and order confirmations.

"Finally! Closing time." You threw your arms up in the air. You went to turn the 'CLOSED' sign and gathered all the trash to dispose of.

"Ugh..." As you were out back, you heard someone groan.

"H-Hello? Is anyone there?" You called out as you took a wary step back. The back alley was very dimly lit and you were not about to take any chances.

"W-Who is there?" Fumbling for your phone, you turned the flashlight on and saw a leg sticking out from where the recycled boxes were.

"Excuse me. Are you oka-" Your eyes widened as you took in the sight in front of you.

"Hongjoong sshi?!"

~

Series masterlist

[barbies1shots]

𓏲 ࣪₊♡𓂃 WEEK2: REINER BRUAN !<3

kinks! HEATS/CARSEX - A/B/O AU !

its so late into the night that only those with poor sleep schedules and those with early starts into their morning would be up. but he just had poor little you practically bouncing on his dick. Reiner Braun is a truck driver, someone who drives large shipments of cargo all over the country. highway to highway, large pay to large pay, cute girls pressed into his thighs at each stop.

it gets tiring, of course, driving state to state, but what makes it better than a pretty little passenger princess? someone who is down to ride all the time, someone who wants you all the time? someone who couldn't even fathom a thought other than to be smothered with his scent?

Reiner couldnt even think properly as he drove. his nose twitching with each and every little sound that escaped your plump lips. his mind practically dizzy with each breath as he took in your intoxicating scent. the scent of your heat, it was that time of the year again. when omega's yearn for their mate and only their mate. he wanted to pull over right now yet he couldnt so he made you wait. he had no obligations so you took the initiative to stretch and prep yourself so all he had to do was slid right in.

your sick, wet, sounds made his mouth water. your whines made his hands sweat with slight nervousness as he turned into a rest spot and turned off the semi-truck.

"Please, Reiner, please please, I need you!"

he clumbered into the cabin, his shoulders knocking things over while he leaned over the part where you laid, a whole other compartment. the compartment is just a thick mattress coupled with plenty of blankets, plushes, and pillows. your whining caught his attention again once your hands raised to pull him down, your head tucked into his neck. he comforted you with a coo and your frantic actions by sliding a rough hand down your bare back, drawing shudders and shivers from you. his fingers probbed at your cunt, quickly burying them inside you. you whined into his neck, begging him to hurry and fill you yet he just hushed you, telling you to be quiet and let him take control.

his fingers began their work, sliding so deep, curling them straight into your g-spot before bringing them out... just to hear the squelch before doing it all again.

dragging his fingers out before pressing so deep, deeper than your fingers could ever reach. playing with your g-spot just had you crying into his neck. circling his fingers around your little nub had a drawn out whine escaping your lips. heats made omegas so submissive and compliant, so sensitive and whiny that just within a few strokes of his thick fingers had you gushing around him.

he sucked his teeth in a small form of apperiation before he set a smack into your slobbering cunt. the action bringing a squeal from you. you looked confused before he set a series of little slaps and rubs along your slit, bringing you closer and closer to yet another high.

when he was done, your thighs trembled with little overstimulation and he undid his jeans before sliding them down and under a heavy pair of jewels. he tapped his tip on your cunt, getting little jumps from you and impaitent whines. you were laying on your side and he raised one thigh to rest on his shoulders while your other thigh was trapped between his legs.

he was so well endowed that he was almost scary, his head so blunt with an addicting dark red color and a musky scent just had your head spinning and going dumb. he tapped your clit again before he began to push his hips in. his tip getting caught on your hole, exciting squeaks from your lips before he successfully breached your hole.

"Lets see how well you take me..."

he drawled as he slid home. going slow, because if he went fast youd go dumb too quick. your hands scrambled for purchase, grabbing onto anything to stable yourself. your hands found his button up shirt, tugging and pulling on it as you choked on your breath. you swore it felt like he touched your throat with each little rut to gives you.

he continued, your eyes rolling back before his tip pressed into your gummy cervix is where you cried out, your hands now pushing him away because it hurt too good.

Reiner sighed because it was like this each and every time you fucked. he entered you, you freaked out and wanted to get away and he dragged your back, pinned you down and fucked you to tears.

now, he smacked your hands away before pinning both wrists above your head and entered the rest of the way with a low grunt. his own eyes rolling back. a squeak got his attention and he looked down at your fucked out expression. your eyes dazed in a simple headspace while your lips opened and drool pooled out. a moment or two passed before you were up and begging him to fuck you with vigar. he tugged on your wagging tail, pulling a sensitive sob from your bitten lips, and with an amused huff he pulled on it again.

his mean hips coming back before he rutted them back into you. your whimpers and cries practically falling on deaf ears as he chased his own release. it took so long, his stamina so high that you came just 2 more times before he spilled his load into you.

breeding you and riding out your climax with a grind of his hips. he groaned as you clenched around him, he threw back his head and dragged your hips toward him so you guys stayed connected and he sat back on his haunches. your thighs shaking on either side of him.

a moment of rest passes before he reeled his hips back again and fucked his cum back into you. your back arched with a wail from the overstimulating sensations. he fucked you so good and so hard, by the next round you couldnt speak. too warm and fuzzy with the aftershocks of the pleasure. just too dumb.

@aizawasbarb

[hvseung]

favourite (l.hs)

pairings: dealer!heeseung x f!reader

genre: smut

warnings: explicit smut, profanity, nipple play, fingering (?), unprotected sex🥸, minors DNI !

wc: 2.0k

🎵now playing: high for this by the weeknd

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heeseung: “yo, im outside.”

The quick bzzt pulled your mind out of your study-filled daze. He was here. You quickly throw on your slippers and a jacket, not having the energy nor time to change out of your pyjamas, before locking your front door and making your way to his car.

Heeseung parked right outside your apartment complex. Usually, he wouldn’t make late night house calls, especially when the call was at 12am, but for you; he would do it without a second thought.

He would watch from his rear-view mirror as you drew near to the sleek car, so he leans over to the passenger side and rolls the window down. You eye’d his attire as you approach; tight black tee, cargo pants and his deep red hair styled in his iconic mullet.

“Hey, pretty.”

“What did I tell you about calling me that?”

“Can’t I compliment my favourite customer?” he teases, a cheeky grin across his face as he glances you up and down. “What ya need?”

“Just the usual.” You stuff your hands in your pockets, shielding your blushing knuckles from the biting air. He hums.

“Get in whilst I sort it, you're freezing.” He leans over once again, this time to unlock the passenger door - an invitation.

“Heeseung, its late.”

“And it’s cold.” He had a point. “Come on, we can smoke together.” He adds, his voice softer as he pats the empty seat.

Heeseungs grin grows ever so slightly as you open the car door and slide yourself inside. He watches your every move – even down to the small shiver that accompanies your adjustment to the sudden change in temperature. “Better?”

You nod.

He reaches into his centre console and pulls out a pre-rolled joint and a lighter. “Good. Can’t have a pretty girl like you catching a cold, can we?”

He began lighting the joint between his lips. He enjoyed your company, he always did. That’s why you’re his favourite… and the only person he was willing to drive this late to see. He takes a drag, leaning back and exhaling the thick smoke. He passes the joint to you after a moment, his eyes ever leaving yours as you take it with a soft smile.

His eyes flicker downwards, watching intently as your lips rap around the end of the joint. The only light in the car comes from outside, the dim streetlamps illuminating your face perfectly. Heeseung would never admit it, but it was one of his favourite sights. He couldn’t explain it, but it was oddly alluring.

He takes the spent joint from your fingers, throwing the butt out the window. He sees the way you’ve relaxed, your shoulder no longer tense and your eye half-lidded. His senses were dulled, and in moments like this theres only ever one thing on his mind:

You.

Without saying a word, Heeseungs hand makes it way to your thigh. Ht trails his thumb along the exposed flesh just under the hem of your shorts. “You’re pretty.”

You sigh. You hate when he does this; flirts with you. And you hate that you like it even more. “What did I tell you? Just because we kissed one time does not mean you can shamelessly flirt with me all he time. It wont work.”

“You kissed me.” He corrected with an all-knowing smirk, this thumb running over your thigh again.

“Wha- I did not!”

“Are you forgetting? Because I remember it clearly.” He chuckles, remembering how you had shown up to his apartment, drunkly stumbling on your words and the way your hands held his shirt as your lips moved against his. He leaned in slightly, his hand slowly trailing up closer to your waist. “Don’t act all though, I know you like me.”

You scoff loudly. “Oh please-“ but deep down you panicked a little. Were you really that obvious?

“Pretty girls like you don’t kiss people they don’t like,” His tone was almost sarcastic, unable to resist the urge to tease you just a little more. “but yet you kissed me.”

“Drunk thoughts are sober thoughts.”

Oh, you had been blatantly obvious. You mentally curse yourself, your prayers of him forgetting that night having been futile. “Fine, I like you.”

“There you go. Wasn’t so hard, was it?” His smile grew into a proud smirk, the one you tried your absolute hardest to hide the fact you loved. He seems awfully pleased with the outcome, having already known for quite some time. But he wanted to hear it from your mouth. ��You like me. I like you. Now what pretty girl?” ──────────────────────

He has you practically pinned underneath him as you splay across the backseat, his lips moving against yours. His hands wander your body as one of his knees moves to spread your legs slightly, slotting it between. He has never been so eager to kiss someone before, to feel the way their lips met his. He moves your chin slightly, allowing him to kiss you better. His other hand wraps around your back, pulling you flush against him.

As he began to pull away, his thumb trails over your bottom lip. “I was wondering when I would be able to get you like this.”

Heeseung leant down, kissing the corner of your lips before trailing kisses across your jawline. His teeth sink into the skin where your neck meets your jaw. You moaned softly as he began sucking on the flesh, his mouth curling upwards into a smile. His lips travel across my neck before pulling away. He slides his hands under the hem of your pyjama top – his hands warm against your skin. He lifts the fabric over your head, revealing your bare chest.

He bites his lip before ducking his head, his mouth attaching with your perky nipple. Your back arches slightly at the sudden contact, his lips and teeth working against his sensitive bud.

His tongue flattens as he swirls it around in circular motions, looking up at you. A sly smirk tugs at the corner of his lips, the feeling of you against him enough for the tent in his pants. His free hand lifts to play with your other breast, tugging and rolling your nipple.

You whine loudly as he harshly sucks your boob into his mouth, your thighs twitching as you feel your first orgasm approaching. You really were pathetic. “S-Seung ah-“

Just the way you moaned his name had his hooked. All that could be heard now was Heeseungs wet mouth and your heavy breathing. “Already, baby?” A muffled moan slips from his still occupied mouth. “I haven't even properly touched you yet…”

You whine as his fingers slips into your shorts, pushing them down. He felt how wet you already were, all just from a bit of nipple play. “Look at me.”

Your gaze meets his, bottom lip smug between your teeth. His fingers slowly start rubbing against the damp fabric, your eyebrows furrowing slightly. “God, if I knew you'd be like this, I would have done this sooner.”

“Mmm cumming.”

“Yeah, be good for me.”

He groans softly as his fingers suddenly get wet when you cum. He loves seeing every aspect of you as you do; the way you moaned, your eyes lidded and your pretty mouth mumbling his name. He would give anything just to see you like that again. He soon pulls his fingers away, lifting them to his mouth and sucking the glistening digits.

“Get up.” He murmurs as he sits down on the middle seat. As soon your sat up, he tugs you onto his lap, immediately smashing his lips against yours again He groans into your mouth, his lips pressing against yours over and over again as his hands trailed up and down your back. His lifts his hips, the prominent bulge in his pants nudging against your clit.

“Your so hard…”

“I've been hard ever since you stepped in the car.” His hips buck up just slightly as he tried to gain some sort of friction. You couldn't help but instinctively pushing your hips downwards to meet his movement.

“Do you want me to just take you right here?" He whispered into your ear.

You nod. “Please.”

He quickly shoves his pants and boxers down in one swift motion, too impatient to hold back for any longer. He groaned, lifting his hips even more so you could feel how hard he was for you. “I want you to ride me… show me how much you want me.”

Sinking down on him was an immediate reaction, your teeth clamped against your lip. He groaned, his head falling backwards against the seat and his hands gripping you tighter as you moved on him. You were warm and tight around him, causing his head to spin.

“Come on baby.” He whines, his hand pushing his hips on yours, begging for movement. Your head tips back as he thrusts up into you, taking a moment to slip his arms under you. He sits you up a little, pulling you closer and crashing his lips against yours. He kisses you hard, his tongue slipping inside to find yours, licking into your mouth as he tasted and savoured you.

You moan against his lips, pushing down on his hips to meet his thrusts. You kiss him in a hungry manner, cupping his neck. He groaned into your mouth, his body aching to feel your touch. He met your movements, rolling his hips under you with each thrust. Its as if his hands had a mind of their own as they grasp your hair, tilting your head backwards so that he could kiss you ever deeper.

“Baby-“ He whimpers when you speed up, your ass smacking against his bent legs. It was honestly crude, but you were both too far in to back out now.

“Fuck Seung don't stop!” You cry, holding onto the car roof to push yourself down on him even harder.

“Oh f-fuck!” He was getting louder too, his mouth moving to kiss your neck, sucking in the skin right on your pulse point. Your walls clamp down on him. “Are you close baby?”

“So close!”

“You know what I’m thinking?” He murmurs in your ear, his breath sending a delicious shiver down your spine.

“What?” You squeak

“I'm thinking how pretty you'll look taking me somewhere where I can stretch you out properly without this seatbelt in the way" He bites his lip as he holds you close to him, leaving a trail of soft love bites on your skin.

As soon as he says that the coil in your stomach snaps. “Oh my god!”

You cry out loudly as a sudden burst of liquid soaks Heeseungs thighs and drips down to his carseat. The feeling only makes his restraint snap, waves of pleasure crashing down on him with a brick. He gasps, his head falling back as he moans.

He held you close as he fills you up, his chest heaving against yours as he tried to catch his breath and come down from his high.

“God…” He pants, his hands trailing down your back as he gently soothed the skin of your waist. His lips find yours again, his kiss slow and sensual, taking his time to fully enjoy your mouth.

"My pretty baby..." He whispers against your lips, his hands slowly caressing up and down your body and enjoying how soft your skin was to his touch. His breath shudders as he slowly grinds against you, easing both of your intense highs. His kisses becoming less sloppy and more passionate as his tongue caressed yours. He still couldn't keep his hands off you, his fingers trailing down so caress your hips, his tongue slowing down in your mouth. He traces the shape of your face with his thumb before reluctantly pulling away.

“I was hoping you’ll let me take you out for a date.”

That was sudden.

“Really?” You tilt your head.

“Mhm. Would you? Let me take you on a real date?” He tilts his head too in the opposite direction, subconsciously mimicking you.

“Yeah… definitely.”

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[snoopyana]

yale.

“ she can’t do nothing but yale. “

he had you pinned down, face squished into the pillows. the sound of muffled moans and skin slapping together filled the room. his phone propped up on the nightstand — recorded a video for his distant girlfriend. as a little hint that he wasn’t coming home tonight.

na jaemin. smut.

the whole ground under you shook as some drill song played, bass boosted to the max. gripping the red cup in your hand, it had been maybe.. 2 hours since you got here.

it wasn’t enjoyable.

looking around, you tried to make out your friends. you already knew that mark left, from his slurred text messages. but you had no idea where hyuck or johnny was. maneuvering your way through the crowd, you stumbled into the kitchen. reaching for the fridge, praying there was waterbottles — because you definitely weren’t sober enough for your liking.

fumbling through the fridge, you failed to realize the man standing next to you. watching you. grasping onto a small plastic bottle. you emerged from the fridge, satisfied with your find. looking to your left, that’s finally when you saw him.

startled, almost losing your already horrible footing, you stepped back. “oh my god…nana you scared me.” gripping onto your chest for dear life, you quickly compose yourself again. popping the bottle open, chugging it. mumbling under your breath, “god i needed that.”

“How you doing yn?” focusing back on jaemin, you realized this is your first time seeing him tonight. “good, could be better.” pausing for a moment “when did you get here?” he was leaning on the counter now, you standing in front of him. “not more than twenty minutes ago.” he yelled slightly, trying to drown out the music.

“ah, well are you enjoying it?” you asked him, shifting your weight, foot to foot. “not really, i was planning on leaving, then i saw you pushing through the crowd.” looking forward, you realized he was making direct eye contact. a smile creeping onto his face.

“i was actually gonna leave too, i just needed a little drink that wasn’t alcohol.” massaging your temple, there was a comfortable silence between you two. if you take out the music that is. “i can take you home.” jaemin spoke up, as he was still sober. you on the other hand, you couldn’t remember how many times you refilled your now discarded cup.

“yeah, i’d appreciate that, thanks nana.” and with that, he was leading you to the front door, holding onto your waist, keeping you from getting swept into the crowd. the cold air hit you like a storm, unsure what the time was. but it was dark. probably around midnight.

he didn’t let go of your waist until you were in his car. the gesture making you heat up. or maybe it was the alcohol that still lingered in your system. the ride was nice, it consisted of you telling him where to turn, and you guys laughing when he still ended up taking a wrong turn.

“gosh nana, you’d think you’re the drunk one with how you’re driving . “ a ten minute drive turned into a 40 minutes. but you weren’t complaining, he had a blanket in his car. which you used as you curled up in his passenger seat.

you weren’t necessarily tired, just a little out of it. Jaemin took notice of that, freeing one of his hands to snake under the blanket, rubbing your leg. you had been wearing green cargo pants, a gray fitted shirt and a black zipup. nothing too fancy, but he liked how it looked on you.

not minding his hand, as physical contact was something he did often, you stared out the window. seeing your apartment complex come into view. parking in the lot, he came around and opened the door for you. His hands find their way back to your waist as you lead him to the lobby. opting for the elevator, it was a quiet ride to the 7th floor. breathing and the rumble of the machine filling your ears.

a bing broke the silence, and you stepped out in unison. feeling around your pockets, searching for your keys. finding them in your back pocket, brushing against jaemins stomach as you pulled them out. unlocking your door, you both kicked your shoes off.

“finally. somewhere quiet.” (not for long, but i digress—) you mumbled, stumbling over jaemins feet as he was still attached to you. “oh my bad.” he spoke, moving with you to the living. he sat down first, and you followed. resting your head on his shoulder, you pulled out your phone. ‘1:27AM’ blared on your screen as you scrolled through your notification inbox. a few texts from hyuck asking where you were.

jaemin did the same, but his inbox was filled by one person. his girlfriend. he hadn’t told her he was leaving(and that he didn’t plan on coming back.) she had been on his ass all week, about useless shit. not calling her enough when he was at work. not being able to read her mind when she wanted something and expecting him to know. blah blah blah. he was tired, and needed a change of scenery.

that’s when he saw you, and decided he was gonna do just that, get a change of scenery. so here you are — laying on your couch. his arm gripping around your waist, which seemed to be his favorite spot. this felt like cheating, it was cheating. but he was too deep in to turn back.

“how you feeling, yn?” he questioned, looking down at you as you scrolled through your phone. “pretty good now, thanks for taking me home.” placing your phone down, you looked up to meet his gaze. then it happened. he leaned down, kissing you. you knew he had a girlfriend, he knew he had a girlfriend. but her existence quickly was pushed out of your mind.

the small kiss turning into a makeout session. your lipgloss smeared on yours and his face. lip outlines all over his neck — hickeys on yours. it was getting more and more intense by the minute. the alcohol that still floated in your system being a big help. pulling away from his lips, you maybe eye contact.

“are you sure this is..okay?” you whispered. being answered with a head nod and a smile. “i’m sure, i need to get away from her anyway.” his lips were back on yours, as you straddled his lap. the tent in his pants becoming painful obvious.

without warning, you were picked up — your body quickly meeting your bed. he knew your apartment like the back of his hand, occasionally crashing here when he needed a break from her but this was the first time you guys ever touched like this.

his lips were back on yours. biting on your lips, earning a whine from you. his hands made his way down to your waist, this time opting to pull whatever you had on, off. breaking away, he looked at you. “can i continue?” he questioned in a hushed tone. a small “mhm” was all he needed, and your pants were thrown onto the floor, leaving your underwear. he continued to undress you, slowly.

every time he pulled off an article of clothing, he would plant soft kisses onto your skin — making your whole body shudder. until you were left in just your bra and panties. and he was hovering over you, fully clothed. something about that made you even more hot and bothered.

as you looked at him, his fingers wasted no time. slipping underneath your underwear. his index and middle forcing their way inside of your hole. an embarrassingly loud moan coming from out of your mouth. a sly smile on his face, he was enjoying this. a lot.

his fingers pumped in and out at a painfully slow pace. occasionally curling his fingers to hit that gummy part just right. his thumb working slow circles over your clit in the process.

meanwhile, you were falling apart. moaning his name, swears slipping out of your mouth. he loved it. watching you lose yourself with just his fingers. then he felt his phone buzz in his back pocket. remembering the problem that was always poking at his neck. using his free hand, he pulled out his phone. his fingers never once stopping their mini assault on your insides.

he answered her call. “hello?” yelling could he heard from the other end, but he didn’t care for what she was saying. putting her on speaker, he threw his phone onto the bed. leaning down towards you ear. “be loud babe, i want to shut her up.” and with that, his fingers moved faster. your moans filling the room. repeatedly whining out “ah jaemin! please..” as he continued to pick up the speed.

she went silent. was she actually hearing this rn? his girlfriend started screaming even louder into the phone. jaemin reached over, and hung up. as he did, you gripped onto his shirt. a knot forming in your core. “ m’ gonna cum jaemin.” and you did. the male fucked you through your high.

she was calling again, before answering jaemin placed kisses on your forehead. “tell me when its too much.” he flipped you onto your stomach, face stuffed into your pillows. unbuckling his pants, he got onto the bed with you. his phone propped up against your lamp. he clicked record. sliding your panties off and unclicking your bra. he threw them to the side.

his brown hair fell over his face as he lined himself up with your hole. making sure both of your lower halves were in frame. with a swift motion, his hips were pressed against your ass. your moans being muffled by the abundance of pillows that decorated your bed.

“fuck..” letting out a groan as he bottomed out. taking a few moments before he began thrusting. your walls clenching around him as he stretched you out on his cock.

“ohh fuck. you never felt this good minyoung.” he groaned while speaking. his thrusts was a mix of long and slow, then fast and hard. making you go dumb underneath him. “fuck jaemin, ‘m gonna cum again..” was heard from beneath the pillows.

“go ahead, cum as many times as you please.” he whispered into your ear, helping you reach your climax once again.

the video was 50 minutes long. he laid with you in your bed. he was still fully dressed, while your naked body clung onto his. it was now 4:28AM. jaemin was cutting up the video into parts, sending them to his very angry girlfriend.

jaemin

‘hope you don’t mind, i had a little fun last night.’

he was left on open.

note- i wrote this in an hour. please cut me some slack if some parts don’t make sense. i had an idea and wanted to write it down as quick as possible!!

note #2- did some reformatting. same fic just more pleasing to look at. fic is now 100% proofread, if there’s still any mistakes, don’t be shy to tell me. 💗

[borzoilover69]

I have this vivid post-game earth c vision of jake roxy dave and ecto-clone meenah going on clubbing hijinks. Because theyre the only people in the friendgroup interested in doing that extrovert shit and 1/2 of the party gets invited by jake.

Meenah gets into a fight w/ jake bcus he thinks shes actually meenah, but in the end they laugh off the misunderstanding and joke insult each other and exchange socials. She also controls what music they listen to as they drive, and has a rotating door of dancestors who chill w/ them. Wears a lot of black.

Roxy is a bit flakey but she makes the cut cus shes generally chill and gets along w/ people. Shes the one buying bottles of soju from bws and texting in the backseat with her painted nails while keeping up w/ the others banter. Shes chill w/ going w/ the flow. She also manages to find more obscure clubs thru her feed or other mad hacker skillz (lulz). Wears a lot of colourful stuff

Dave got invited by Jake once as a “fuck it why not (and a massive fuck you to dirk)” and ended up vibing w/ meenahs music tastes (they have similiar tastes so shes chill w/ him) so they kept inviting him back. Generally doesnt have anything going on for him post-game so is always down for it, plus is totally trying to hit on jake to some regards. This is mutually beneficial, as jake is full aware of this fact. They are both jackasses full aware of the taboo crossover waiting to happen. Gets along REALLY well with jake after a few drinks. Jake and him generally dont talk in normal circumstances but you bet the minute jake asks if daves free hes getting off the fucking couch to text a reply much to the chagrine of his roommate vantas. Dave is the most basic its either a hoodie and shorts or a tshirt with cargos. Solid colour, little to no decor.

Jake is the passenger princess (part two) drinking before they get to the party and laughing or engaging with a bitching session with meenah. They have a sort of thing going for them in the way that meenah will drag jake into a bathroom and give him a peptalk or grill him for being too hard on himself. Respects her for her shit. BPD solidarity because in return for all the times shes grilled him in a bathroom about how strong he is for putting up with bullshit he receives from other people he in return makes sure to check on her when she isnt doing too hot and takes her out to lunch or something. Also they both bitch about their crazy exes, jake bitches about dirk and meenah bitches about ecto-clone aranea (they met in a psychward). Jake and meenah have an on-going “ill end my toxic relationship if you end yours.”

Roxy and Dave are both well aware this shit is taboo af but also they genuinely do not have that much going for them so its like a nod of respect to the fact theyre the two other gods who enjoy clubbing. Just not being the ones who plan and arrange it. They do like being invited tho.

Dave and Meenah both vape, Jake and Roxy dont. Meenah and Dave occasionally beef but he always ends up back in the crew cus hes usually the loser stuck parking and hes the only one trusted with the music other than Meenah. Meenah is VERY particular about the vibe. No sad songs. No indie. No chill beats. Gotta be high energy. I think she would listen to something like heartbeat by childish gambino or lemonade (feat.nav).

I have more thoughts about it ill prolly elaborate if anyone interested. I have such thoughts abt their fashion and habits. Enough about introverts lets get some extrovert rep.

[rwby-encrusted-blog]

(Based on an ask for @pilot-boi About a Wall-E Whiteknight Au, and given Wall-e was instrumental to my childhood, I cannot help but write something for it. Because it's an AU, and they're both Human and not Robots, I took a few Liberties with the scene in the movie.)

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Weiss was beyond frustrated. Nothing, after nothing, after nothing - no signs of life aside from the most extremophile of bacteria, protozoans, insects, and the occasional mold on fecal matter to imply the continuation of species on this gods-forsaken ball of mud.

She slammed the door of the cargo ship she was investigating shut, the rust sticking to her now dirtied gloves. Ugh.

She drifted by the crane of it, not noticing the creaks as it followed her, eventually ripping her back onto the magnet that hadn't fallen in the centuries of just sitting there.

And so Weiss snapped.

She whipped Myrtenaster out, igniting the plasmic blade and slicing the disc that held her back to pieces, before using her energetic glyphs to shred the the hulking metal antique, making it into even more scrap than it already was.

It toppled into the next ship, and then the next one, like dominoes. Deep, resonate bellows of creaks from the sudden movement after centuries of dormant stillness shook Weiss to her core.

She watched them fall, and for the time since her landing, let her feet settle against the ground. It was hard, dry, and barren, like the rest of this abandoned home. Weiss sat against an anchor, the fire and sparks filling a growing void in her chest, not unlike the one meant for plant life in her pack.

She sat there in silence - something the Passengers spoke of when in the few times she was allowed to meet them crossed her mind - A campfire. Whatever that was, it was meant to be shared with Family, something she'd been missing for a long time, her siblings being designated to different vectors of maintenance and service.

"AHem?"

Weiss reeled, drawing her sword once more, and startling a nearby person - A Person?!?

"Wer bist du?" She asked on high alert - this planet was meant to be dead, she was meant to find life here - who or what was this ... Person?

The person didn't respond, shaking violently at the sight of her blade - they appeared masculine, broad shouldered with dirty-blonde hair, though it was difficult to tell if that was due to genetics or living situation.

"Quis es?"

No Response.

"你是谁?"

No Response, but they did seem slightly less frightened given the lack of aggression.

"Chi sei?"

Their shaking slowed as they looked more inquisitive and confused than scared now.

"Qui es-tu?"

"OH! Je- Je M'appelle 'Jaune.' Vous parlez Anglais?"

"Yes I speak English."

"Oh, good!"

'Jaune' continued glancing at the glowing rapier. They seemed frightened of it still. Until he drew his own Weapon.

It wasn't as elegant as Myrtenaster, clearly older and having been used more - an old working tool for scrapping large objects, the thin, yellow sheen of plasma raced across it's edges.

"This is my Cutting tool. Your's is cool to!"

Weiss, once again, was thrown for a loop. He had drawn a dangerous device and waved it like it was a piece of extra piping.

"Jaune? Do you have a title or last name?"

The (boy?) seemed to flush at her pronunciation at his name.

"Jaune, of the A.R.C. Ministry"

"Arc?"

"Allocators of Recycled Components."

"How are you alive? Are there others like you?"

"Oh yeah! A lot, like, two hundred, three hundred others in the Bunker? Primarily we survive on Spirulina Compound. It provide most of our Oxygen and Food stuffs."

Weiss stood for a moment, deactivating her sword and pondering this - They'd been living in space for centuries. Earth was dead, barren, she was only barely able to survive due to advanced CO2 recycling.

"Have .. have you been following me?"

"Yep! You just seemed so pret-"

He was cut off by an alarm in his overalls. He lowered the visor to the helmet he wore, staring past her Weiss's shoulder.

"We need to leave Now." Jaune said, grabbing Weiss' wrist with a surprising amount of force, which she took none too kindly.

She reactived her Blade as she tore her hand away from him. "WHAT make you think You can grab me-"

"SANSTORM!" Jaune shouted, pointing past her "WE NEED TO GO, FOLLOW-"

Before he could even move to grab Weiss again, he slammed a massive tower shield in to the ground, covering himself from the blast of sand that tore at her skin and suit -

Weiss was whipped away, barely able to keep upright against the torrential winds, her Glyphs her only saving grace.

She Called out for the boy, anyone, frightened and alone, her suit's helmet the only thing allowing her to keep her eyes open even as it because scratched and muddled.

A hand found it's way to her wrist again, a dim yellow glow standing out against the violent dust letting her know she'd been found by Jaune.

It gave her some small comfort to not be alone as he dragged her somewhere, hopefully safe.

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I fucking LOVE Wall-e. I made my First OC for Wall-e (Not that I knew what that meant at the time.) I had the Three-Disc Special edition, the Movie and it's Featurette Presto, The Second Disc with a gallery of the Bots, the Lots of Bots read-along, Burn-E (Who I imagine to be Qrow with his luck) and all the other special features, and the Digital Copy Disc to download it onto a Laptop or P.C. back when owning a digital copy of a movie was something special, and that's not even halve of it!

[starryriize]

OMG I JUST READ UR EUNSEOK DELULU THOUGHTS HAVE U MADE ONE FOR SUNGCHAN YET 😭 I LOVE SUNGCHAN HE MAKES ME HAVE BABY FEVER AND I DON'T LIKE THAT LMAO FBSKDN pls make both him and reader animal lovers and no babies/marriage pls ;-;

delulu thoughts | sungchan

a/n: duly noted, nonnie! no babies or marriage in this one😌 i will say…animal lover channie is so real!! okay okay i really hope you enjoy this love

☆ the type to send you animal videos while you're in class!! adds a message like "should we get one? we should. yes." and you're just sitting staring at it 🤨😭😌 (questioning, wondering, acceptance)

☆ one day, he comes home with a puppy and you're gushing at how cute and small the puppy is! y'all name it something super common but give the dog a very different middle name🥹

☆ walks!! walks with you as he holds your hand! walks with you and your dog! he loves spending his mornings with you, regardless of his schedule (he always has time for you)

☆ teaches you to dance!! would hype you so much for literally getting one step of the dance right and saying he's proud of you 🫶🏼

☆ takes you to the zoo and you both gush over how cute the penguins are! you both also love the elephants, the seals, the birds, and well, all the animals :) he would take lots of pictures of you and buy matching lion keychains for the two of you!! (brings you back again to the zoo at night because the whole zoo is lit up like a fairground)

☆ doesn't mind spending money on you or taking more time off his schedule to be with you! his love for you knows no bounds so he'd do anything for you. 🫶🏼

☆ you're his sunflower! he thinks you're like the sunshine in his life and that you motivate him whenever you smile at him!! you see him the same way! ahh just the sweetest

☆ "i made your favorite coffee for you" and "but you have work." type of relationship!! no matter what time he has to go to work, he will wake up before you and make you a coffee or your favorite drink :( he'd add a little note saying that he loves you and hopes you have an amazing day! 🥹🫶🏼

☆ the kind of relationship that you only thought existed in the social media world and in movies! he values you and trusts you with his whole heart, so best believe, all arguments will be resolved with time and communication!!

☆ thinks that all his accomplishments are also yours! 😭 finds a way to put you into every award speech he has, even pretend awards. "i truly wouldn't be here without the love and support of the love of my life at home. darling, you're the reason that i'm on this stage right now." or something along those lines. 🫶🏼😌

☆ going back to dates, you never drive! you're his passenger princess, his precious cargo!! plus he knows you like it when he drives with one hand 🤭 lets you sleep in the car and control the music though 🧚🏼‍♀️

☆ cuddles with your pets while watching movies!! he loves having you in his arms with your pets at the edge of the couch! thinks it's cute how quickly you fall asleep when you're in his arms

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ᝰ MY OH MY. ━━ (014) goodnight

WORD COUNT. 1176

WARNINGS. swearing (again i don’t know why i keep tagging it lmao), arguing (the two men in this chapter are vErY mature) and mentions of a flower

credits to @ari-shipping-stuff for being my beta reader / writer <33

THERE WAS JUST SOMETHING ABOUT DRIVES WITH SUNWOO.

That was your first thought as you two exited his car at your apartment complex.

He opened the passenger side door sooner than you could even consider doing it yourself. You weren’t even entirely sure how he reached your side so fast.

You thanked him with a smile, leaving him to lock the car. But you didn't get three steps in before you felt tugging on your hood pulling you back in front of him.

Sunwoo shook his head and softly pushed you against the now-closed car door, looking down at the oversized zip-up hoodie that you had accidentally left at his place a few visits earlier. He leaned down and zipped it up, pulling the hood over your head and tying the strings into a tight bow.

The whole time, you didn’t take your own eyes off his handsome features. His focused expression— him biting his lower lip— as he made sure you weren’t cold (even though you were nearly inside) was an adorable contrast to his bold personality. And he was right. He does have very pretty lips.

When he was done, he patted your head with a smile. You returned it, stuffing your hands in your pockets as the two of you walked inside.

On the way to the elevators, he wrapped his arms around your arm, muttering something about how soft and warm your hoodie felt.

You were about to respond with a joking comment when the elevator doors opened. The only occupant was an elder lady carrying a grocery bag and a bouquet of beautiful flowers. You had seen her around before so you gave her a friendly nod as you stepped in with her, pressing your floor number.

The woman took one look at you and Sunwoo before finally saying something.

“Oh! What a lovely couple the two of you are!”

You and Sunwoo looked at each other with wide eyes. You swore his cheeks turned a few shades redder than they normally were. Sure, it wasn’t the first time someone assumed you were together, but it always came as a surprise.

Sunwoo cleared his throat and sheepishly answered the lady.

“We.. We aren’t dating. Just best friends sharin’ body heat. You know.” He chuckled awkwardly as you nodded in agreement.

The doors opened, showing the lady’s floor.

“Young man, do you mind holding the doors open for me a little?” She asked. She then began to fidget with the bouquet before pulling out a single purple flower and offering it to you.

“This is called a Platycodon or a Balloon flower. Please take one!” She smiled as you took it with utmost gratefulness, and she thanked Sunwoo before walking towards the doors, turning to you two one more time. “Well, I hope the not-yet-couple has a good evening and lots of eternal love because that’s what the flower represents.”

With that last little quip, she walked out, leaving you both staring at the pretty flower in your hand until you reached your own floor.

You giggled as you walked out of the elevator. Sunwoo still stayed pressed up against your side.

“That was random but very sweet.” You said, looking at him who shared your expression.

“I couldn’t have described the situation any better.” He responded, laughing a little.

As you turned the corner, you looked out into the hallway, your laughter slowly dying as you noticed a familiar figure leaning against the door of your apartment, staring down at his phone with his hand in the pocket of his cargo pants.

You heard Sunwoo sigh and straighten his back next to you as soon as he saw him.

“What the fuck is he doing here?” You whispered to yourself, untangling your arm from Sunwoo’s and speed walking towards the man, who was then alerted of your presence.

“Yeonjun—” You started, but quickly got cut off by him placing a hand on your shoulder and peering over it.

He looked from Sunwoo to you with an offended expression on his face.

“What is he doing here? Haven’t you two been hanging out enough?” He scoffed.

“What me and my best friend do is none of your business.” Sunwoo said copying the scoff while you removed Yeonjun’s protective hand off your shoulder. “And I could ask you the same thing.”

Yeonjun shot a dirty look at him, furrowing his eyebrows.

“That’s none of your business either then.”

You shook your head, pinching your nose bridge. You were getting nowhere with the two men staring each other down with the utmost malice.

“Seriously, Yeonjun, what are you doing here?”

Finally he looked down at you, almost shocked by your question.

“You seemed angry, so I thought we should talk it out. Also, I felt like I overreacted so I wanted to apologize.. but I’m not sure if I was overreacting now.” He trailed off, looking at Sunwoo, who rolled his eyes.

You pulled his sleeve, demanding his attention again. “You definitely were overreacting but that isn’t a bad idea.”

“Let’s talk it out okay?” He nodded towards your apartment, grabbing your free hand in his own. “Alone.” He hinted rudely at Sunwoo.

Feeling Sunwoo already getting ready to protest, you held a hand up to stop and thought for a second. You didn’t really feel like giving up your Sunwoo Time, but it wouldn’t be beneficial to the plan if you and Yeonjun were on the brink of fighting.

“Alright, we’ll talk.” You sighed, a proud (borderline cocky) smile appeared on the pretty face of the man in front of you as you pulled your hand free, pressing in your door code before motioning for him to go inside.

With one last overly satisfied smirk at Sunwoo, he obeyed you and walked into the cold apartment.

You turned around to face your pouting best friend sneaking glances at the door.

“It’s gonna be fine, Woo Woo. There is no harm in a simple conversation.” You attempted to console him.

“But—”

You put a stop to the whining by pulling him into a hug. You weren’t sure if it comforted Sunwoo, but it sure comforted you.

“Don’t worry! We’ll take a rain check on that movie marathon, I promise.” You pulled away, rubbing his arms as he avoided your eyes, clearly not feeling happy.

Sunwoo rolled his eyes, unable to completely reject you.

“…Fine.”

At his response, you shot him a radiant smile and let him go (not before ruffling his hair).

You opened to door to your apartment to go in but turned towards him one last time.

“Good night, Sunni!” You chuckled, waving the flower at him before disappearing into your apartment with Yeonjun.

Sunwoo took a step forward, opening his mouth to take his word back and protest, but before he could, the door slammed shut in his face, rendering him powerless.

A defeated expression fell over his facial features. He pulled his hand back and put it in his pocket. Somehow, he felt like he had lost.

“Good night, Yn.”

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