#but I do have more control over the lyrics

[6qubed]

buckcherry is as lame as nickleback, but because they think they're better due to not being nickleback, they are in fact lamer than nickleback

im still reading about redditors's worst concert experiences and im losing it at this guy who has accidentally seen buckcherry 5 times because they either opened for the act he wanted to see or replaced an act. and now every time he goes to a concert he's scared theyll be there again

[traumaticemphaticfantastic]

“GOLUS” — 2024

“It’s a verb! It’s a verb! Freedom is a verb. Something never finished, never done. It’s something you must make, it’s something you must take, it’s something you must constantly become.” — Song lyrics by Daniel Kahn and The Painted Bird from their album “The Butcher’s Share”

This is the first time I’ve posted one of my more politically motivated pieces, inspired by the I.L. Peretz quote as included in the piece, it depicts the often not talked about struggle that we minorities must all undertake when living in the diaspora or even in our own occupied homelands. In this case it focuses on the Jewish people, as I am a Jew, but this also applies very much to many other people, to many degrees much more severely. “Golus” is a word of Hebrew origin meaning “Diaspora” or “Exile.”

I don’t think anyone should ever say that living in a multicultural society is an easy thing, as of now I believe saying that would make you a liar. Of course it *shouldn’t* be so difficult, but it seems to be the nature of the world we live in that in a multicultural society there will always be some group or groups who inevitably decide that they must take ultimate supremacy over others, they will fight to obtain or in the most cases *maintain* that supremacy at all costs. And so for the minority or the diaspora community, in many ways the mere act of living or existing becomes an act of resistance in what will often feel like a battlefield.

But we have in many cases grown the diaspora, and even if you’ve just arrived you have the right to live anywhere so long as you do not seek supremacy over others, and so when they ask why we stay in such a situation, why we don’t just run away, we say to them that it is because the lands we live on are our homes, homes that deserves to be shared with all people. We will not let the ethno-nationalists and racial supremacists take our homes from us, we shall fight on the battlefield for a better tomorrow, and we do so not just in the name of self-preservation but in the name of justice and peace for all people.

To run away from the battlefield is to let yet another bordered piece of territory become an ethnostate in the control of the racial-supremacist, we do not run away from the battlefield.

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LISTEN to this cover of an old MTV mashup of Toxic and Faint sung by utaite fuku_wa NOW

[gladiatorcunt]

- A ROTTEN TREE BEARS ROTTEN FRUIT | I.

god loves you, but not enough to save you

cw: kinktober prompt (whipping/flogging), blasphemy, inaccurate religious practices, lyrical sadomasochism (more so sadism on his part), erotic religious imagery and references, this dynamic is so weird, implied (as in in my mind) bi reader and charlie, plus sized reader, reader’s chest referred to as ‘breasts’ & ‘tits’ and their crotch referred to as a ‘hole’ but they do have a seperate one other than their ass, pregnancy fantasy, vomit mention, don’t know shit about the show fuck you ryan, blood kink, interchangeable ‘charlie’ & ‘mayhew’ based on pov

do not translate, repost, or feed this work to ai |

kinktober 2024

“Shh, let me clean you up, Father.” You smile, so softly, he could snap your neck if he squeezed hard enough.

You run your nails over his back, trimmed to an appropriate length. Father Mayhew sighs the way Adam might’ve when Eve’s walls clenched around him, God never being more important than this bliss. You’re so devoted, so devout in your worship but he’s beginning to think that you cry out to a different God than he does. If you even believe in an invisible one anymore when you have a savior in the flesh.

“Thank you, dear. That’d be great.” The pulls are pulled from his lips like rotund wooden beads, as if he has no choice but to endure the stretch as they exit his body one by one.

You shuffle off the bed and kneel behind him, stroking your fingertips down his back like he’s a marble statue you just can’t help but reach out and touch. The opposite of Delilah cutting Samson’s hair, you only want to imbue him with your pure love from the inside out. Spooning milk and honey over the tender welts.

His eyelids crinkle as you kiss the nape of his neck, blotting your lips with rouge. There is no inch of his back left without, and when you arrive at the bigger gashes you lavish the cut with your tongue. Drinking his life away and cleaning him up like a good little whore, servicing the man becomes the only thing of importance to you. You dip the tip of your tongue in the recess of the deeper wounds, and caress his tensing abs from behind when he grits his teeth and traps a curse behind them. You only kitten lick him, but often he wishes you would get real dirty with it, caressing your tongue over his muscles in broad and messy swipes.

His scars from previous lashings glint in the low light of the candles surrounding you. You give them their just desserts of course, grateful pecks of attention and acknowledgement. Soothing his pain, that is the only excuse you have to encroach on the verge of breaking your vows. Father Mayhew gives you a purpose and stops your bleating with a heavy hand if you forget your place. Stern hand to raw and stinging flesh.

Sometimes there is no pillow when you kneel behind him.

The next step is that you turn around and face the wall after picking up the cattail whip off the bed and returning it to its rightful owner. You’ve already discarded your habit, no tunic, coif, or veil left on your person. They’re folded neatly beside you, only your rosary nestled in the embrace of your heaving breasts. Your peaks harden in the stuffy humid air, all the oxygen in the world confined to this small room.

He saddles up behind you, his sweaty chest so close to the flesh and contours of your back. Father Charlie breathes you in, taking whiffs of your debauched scent in between silent prayers. He never allows himself to be as forward as you are, his thread of control over his desire has not snapped yet. There are boundaries he can push, but lines he can never cross.

“Good lamb, God recognizes your penance and forgives your soul.” He whispers, dragging the strips of leather down your back until goosebumps rise to the surface.

When you least expect it, he strikes. You muffle a shout into the wall and Father Charlie’s cock jumps under his towel. Briefly he imagines slamming into your tempting body dry, with no preparation, making you sure you feel as much pain as possible. The way you’d wince with every step around the church, the begging in your puppy dog eyes when you’d take communion. How he could hold it above your head like a bone in the shape of a fractured cross, dangling just out of reach of your gorgeous mouth.

The devil gives him dreams of fucking your throat until you’re vomiting and hoarse.

Every droplet of bed peeking out from the cracks of your skin to say hello nourishes him. He shushes you when you’re unable to hold back your sounds, cooing when he notices you humping the air after the fifteenth hit. You just can’t help yourself, nerdy by nature and nurture.

You start soaking the pillow beneath you, imagining what he must look like. A man and his broad hulking body curling around you as he hurts you. Your hole suddenly feels so empty, you have a night of riding your pillow ahead of you, you just want to be good for him in all the ways you’re supposed to be.

As you let a demon of sex control your body, he spies a flash of a white lacy thong nestled between your plump ass cheeks. He knows that if you had also worn a towel, he would’ve hooked his fingers under the fabric and pulled it off. You don’t get to hide any part of yourself from your Father. And he knows he will have to give himself another lashing for those thoughts alone. Even the secret wedding he plans as he strokes his angry red cock, always edging himself, he’s afraid of what would happen if he lets go. How loud the iron gates would be when they creak open. Like the way he wants to spread your ass open and toy with the hidden puckered hole.

His words are in his actions, reopening your old wounds and bringing the warm leather across your back one last time, he hopes your blood soaks through the material. Staining it, the way you have already stained his heart. Father Charlie grins despite himself when you slump against the wall, sliding his bible-roughened hands over your love handles and sticks his pecs to your shoulders.

“You did lovely, today. The Lord thanks you, and I’m so proud of you, you know that?” His thick fingers brush along the bottoms of your tits, never going higher.

He wants to slap them, wrap the beads of your rosary around them until the flesh bulges, painting your nipples in a mix of both of your blood. Marking your souls irreversibly. Marriage of the spirit, a ritualistic wedding in the eyes of the beholder. You shiver like a mouse in front of a snake, and beads of precum fall from his cockhead.

Did Saint Teresa have these feelings when she had the vision of an angel piercing her heart with their golden spear? Did Saint Sebastian when he was pierced by those arrows under the order of the Emperor? Did David when he wrenched Goliath’s head back by his hair and bested him into humiliation? Did it compare to the covenant he formed with Jonathan?

He kisses your glittering scars in thanks and washes your blood away with his lips and tongue too. But unlike any other day in which you’ve done this, he stands up with a grunt and pulls you up with him. Father Mayhew falls backwards onto his bed and so you follow dutifully, and because the hold he has on your wrist is strong to the point of bruising. You lay your head over his heart and pant into his skin as he teases your plush thigh, tracing crosses into the chubby expanse of skin.

“No one has ever seen God; but if we love one another, God lives in us and his love is made complete in us.” He cajoles, walking on that burning tightrope with you.

He wonders if your cunt would be just as chubby, if you’ve ever thought about humping the organ bench, riper than the forbidden fruit, and he mentally catalogs an extra long session of repentance. To be fresh and clean again. Father Charlie will go through his sermons with his lighthearted tone and charming personality, desperate to hide that he’s thinking of plunging his tongue in your asshole. Sipping and slurping up your musk like it’s the only holy water he needs to live. Or entice you into eating his ass, you would love being able to serve him properly, no doubt.

To nourish you with his fragments, his vertebrae and viscera. The body and the blood. The teeth and the testicles.

He’ll sit in quiet contemplation in front of the pulpit, pouring wine over your body in his mind. Following the red trail with his tongue as it trickles down the valley of your chest and dips in and out the folds of your belly. He’ll leisurely open his mouth on a silent moan at the top of your mound, the hairs like yellowing blades of glades against his philtrum, in a perfect paradise there’d be blood there too. His own personal, pervertedly literal, red sea.

You’d look so beautiful, swollen and fat with a child growing in your womb. A shame that can never happen, but a blessing that no heretic of a man could snatch you up and take you away from him. Your flock is here, and the heavy crook of his staff is all you need to guide you back home when you go astray. Trapped in his thighs, molded by his hands, punctured into line with his cock.

[misskingshit]

𝘚𝘩𝘰𝘶𝘵𝘰𝘶𝘵 summary: where he has an interest in a certain pop singer, and he doesn't try to hide it. note: believe me or not i’ve been listening hip hop since Im like 15 y/o, soooo why not do an M&M’s fic?? Let me know if u want part 2! xoxo

The lyrics of Mr Eminem's new song being mostly about you? That was something you definitely didn't expect.

I get so weak on my knees

Lose all control

Damn, her silhouette

So hot

Fuck bein’ a gentleman

I'm going to fuck her instead

The red carpet at the Grammys has always been a dream for you, you had already won a couple of awards, today... you were excited to be the presenter of one of them.

Best Rap Album.

To say you were excited is an understatement.

You've loved this genre of music since you were a teenager, Tupac, Fifty, Snoop...to name the most classics.

The camera flashes were the only thing you saw, accompanied by many voices that stunned your ears just by hearing your name.

"Y/N! over here!" A reporter called you, without hesitation, you approached.

"Hey how are you?" you asked with a big smile.

"Incredible! How are you? I imagine you're very excited for tonight" he smiles.

"Don't even mention it! I can't wait to call the winner on stage!"

"Do you think Eminem is nominated? He's been on everyone's mouth lately with his latest song..."

Here we go.

"Yeah... well, I'm sure he'll be nominated, I mean, he's fucking Eminem, it would be like a sin if he wasn't, right?" You laughed a little awkwardly.

"What do you think about his last song, about his comments towards you? 50% of people are upset calling Eminem a degenerate..." you didn't let him finish speaking.

"Well...I really like him, I mean, I've always been his fan and it's an honor to be named in one of his songs. Plus I also think that...we all know how he's like, if you don't like his way to be, to think, to speak, the lyrics of his songs, just don't listen to it and that's it, problem solved, I don’t see the point in hating so much on something you can just...ignore" you laugh looking at the camera "Just take things more lightly, not everything is fighting and bad intentions."

You finished your conversation with said reporter and simply headed to your designated seat.

On the other hand, a certain blonde boy was also being attacked with questions regarding his controversial lyrics.

"She's here? Shit, I want to see her," the blonde rapper said, showing a small, very small, smile, turning his head around with the intention of catching some sign of the hot pop singer, you.

"Yes! In fact she will be the one to present the award for best rap album!"

"No shit! Damn man she's here" Em turned around and said to his best friend, Proof.

In a few minutes everyone finished settling into their seats and you both were surprised when you looked at each other, just a few seats away.

You were five seats to the right and three to the back, so you caught him every time he turned his head back a little to look and smile at you.

Until, soon...your moment had arrived, you got up from your seat to head backstage.

By the way, when you walked past the rapper, he didn't try to hide the fact that he couldn't take his eyes off you for even a second.

"And the Grammy goes to..." you created some tension "EMINEN!" You blurted out the name more excited than you should have.

The rapper's reaction might not have been very expressive normally, but he couldn't contain his smile when he knew who would be the one giving to him his award. The rapper and his friends got on stage and it was inevitable that you felt nervous as you watched him walk towards you, with a playful look, as if he knew what he generated in you.

"Congratulations," you whispered when he was close enough to you, taking the grammy as you felt the soft brush of his fingers against yours, he did it on purpose.

You didn't expect him to give you a hug.

"That's all I get?" He whispered back to you, keeping your faces close and your noses touching, his hands on your waist pulling you closer to him as if he didn't want to move away from you.

A great bustle from the public was heard, and it took them both out of the small cloud in which they were.

This was definitely going to stir the waters.

You both walked away, while you greeted and congratulated the rest of his friends (Proof winking at you in the process).

"Wow, shit, this is crazy, thank you so much to everyone who made the production of this album possible, Dr Dre, who always had my back, I will be forever grateful...and my god, damn, thanks to whoever the fuck is that put this beauty in that dress..." he turned to look at you and winked "Y/N Y/L/N ladies and gentlemen, the source of my inspiration for Heat Seeker"

Obviously, you blushed.

The entire audience was applauding, probably already starting to gossip among themselves about the little show between you and Eminem.

Like a gentleman he offered you his hand as he watched you walk down the steps of the stage with great caution. "Thank you," you whispered. “Any time” he smiles at you.

´Til the end of the awards you continued to connect glances from time to time, you also noticed how his friends bothered him every time he turned his head to look at you.

"Hey, Y/N! wait!" listen to yourself behind your back. "Hey," you looked at him softly, "whats up?" He shook his head quickly. "I just wanted to…I mean, normally I wouldn't give a shit, but, I wanted to make sure that the song didn't offend you, it wasn't to upset you…" You interrupted his attempt to apologies "Don't worry, I understand it was just the song, I didn't take it personally, actually, I loved it" you laughed. "You did? I'm glad you're not like the rest and laugh instead of being offended." His attempt to hide his smile failed completely.

It just slips away from him.

Just with you.

A few seconds of silence took over the situation, though it wasn't uncomfortable, your eyes connected and you didn't seem to realize that you had been staring at each other. "Uhm, I was about to go to my hotel," you pointed behind you, "I was gonna change for the afterparty."

"Can I go with you?" He asked you, but before you processed the fact that he wanted to go with you to your hotel, he interrupted your thoughts "I mean, just so then we can go to the party together, if you want" he scratched the back of his neck.

You didn't even need to think about it "Yeah, I would like that" you smiled.

The two of you walked together towards your limo, captured by several cameras, so neither of you doubted that tomorrow you would wake up to a bunch of articles about how Eminem and Y/N left the Grammy's together. But none of you care about it.

[littleslaywrites]

i will be your preacher, teacher | aaron hotchner x reader

nsfw, mdni

summary: based on father figure by george michael. hotch can no longer resist his feelings toward his younger subordinate when you knock on his hotel room door.

word count: 2.8k

cw: smut, age gap, loss of virginity, unprotected sex, fingering, corruption, slight size kink, p in v, brief dom!hotch, song lyrics in bold italics

Aaron Hotchner was a smart man. His career showed the proof: law school, accomplished prosecutor, unit chief. But this was stupid. You made him stupid. 

He tried to resist, to keep you out of his mind. When the fantasies of you under him infiltrated his thoughts, he’d banish them in the same way he tried to forget the details of haunting cases.

Yet, here you were, standing in the doorway of his hotel room. The sight of you had been driving him crazy all day. You’d worn a tank top to the precinct that day, trying to fight the heat that had met you when you arrived for the investigation. It was more skin that you’d shown before, and Aaron greedily wanted to see even more. 

That's all I wanted, something special

He couldn’t though. He was not only your boss, but also 20 years older than you. So he ignored you all day, fighting the urge to even look at you. Even Dave had mentioned his attitude, pointing out the obvious frustration he displayed. He brushed it off with some excuse about being stressed about the case, which he was sure was an obvious lie.

The second he opened the door, he regretted it. He should’ve ignored your knocking, because now you were right in front of him, still in that tank top. Even in the hotel lighting, you looked good. Really good. The slight sliver of skin peeking from above your jeans, the bra strap that escaped the cover of your shirt, the hair that falls around your face. 

“I just wanted to talk to you,” you said. “Did I do something wrong?”

Your words catch him off guard. Of course you’d noticed his avoidance. His hand balled up into a fist by his side. 

“Come in.” 

Another mistake. He has no idea why he said that. The last thing he needs is to see you in his room. 

“Are you mad at me?” 

Something sacred in your eyes

The look you give him has his mind racing, and not one of the thoughts he has is appropriate. He can almost picture you on the bed. He tries to look away from your eyes, but with his height advantage, he can see straight down your low cut top. 

“I’m not mad at you.”

“It’s just…” you trail off, suddenly shy from the situation. “You’ve been snappy with me all day.”

You would never admit it, even to your closest friends, but Aaron had been on your mind, too. Ever since you first joined the BAU and introduced yourself, he’d been the last thing you thought of before bed every night. Today he looked especially good, jacket off due to the heat. His shirt was so tight that you thought the buttons could pop off with a single wrong move. When he had refused to look your way, even when you shared your theories with the team, you became paranoid. You feared he profiled the crush you had on him. You’d come to his door for some peace of mind, hoping for an explanation of his behavior. 

That's all you wanted, something special, someone sacred in your life

“It’s nothing.” His eyes are drilling into yours. You’re trying to read him, knowing he’s hiding something from you.

A sudden boldness comes over you. You’re annoyed that he’s treated you like this all day, and has nothing to say for himself. “It doesn’t seem like nothing.” 

There’s no going back now that you’ve backtalked your boss. You decide to commit, walking closer to him. 

Aaron is slightly taken aback by your attitude. He almost laughs at you, humored by your attempt to control the conversation. 

“That’s no way to speak to your superior,” he chastises.

It’s a good thing the room is dark, otherwise he’d be able to see the blush invading your face. You feel a wetness between your thighs. When you get back to your room, you’re going to have to take care of yourself. You curse internally, embarrassed that this is how you are affected when your boss yells at you. 

Just for one moment, to be warm and naked, at my side

You have no words, but it’s too late to back down. So you stand there, staring. He realizes you’re going to be stubborn, and closes the gap between you. Now that he’s right in front of you, he can see the way your eyes have darkened. A thought flashes in his mind briefly: you might want him, too. He feels blood rush to his cock, and he can only hope that you won’t see.

“Or what?” you finally muster up. 

You’ve been locked in a staring contest, but his eyes intensify in a way that automatically makes you look down, reminding you that your bravery was simply an act. Your eyes stop in their path to the floor when you catch a glimpse of Aaron’s crotch. The light is too low to tell for sure, but the question is still there. Is he…

Sometimes I think that you'll never understand me

“Insubordination is a punishable offense.” It’s the most professional thing he can think of, especially when he’s praying you don’t notice the hardness under his suit pants.

His words have another rush of wetness pooling in your underwear. Before you can even calculate the risk you’re taking, you speak up again.

“Punish me, then.”

A heaviness settles in the air in the wake of your words. 

“What did you say to me?”

Your eyes are glued to the floor.

“Look at me.” He takes your jaw in his hand and forces your eyes to meet his. “I don’t think you know what you’re saying, little girl.”

You look away again. It’s a nickname you’re not unfamiliar with, the team using it whenever they need to tease you about being the youngest member of the team. This is a different kind of teasing, Aaron’s grip tightening on your jaw. 

“I mean what I say,” you reply, looking back up. 

He knows he should tell you to leave. He should let go of your jaw and forget all of it. He’s a rule follower, and this goes directly against all the rules he swore to obey when he took his position. It is against everything he says he is, all the moral codes he follows. 

But something tells me together we'd be happy

Fuck it.

“Is that what you want?” He lean his forehead is against yours. “Am I what you want?”

“Yes,” you breathe out, overwhelmed by his closeness. You hardly believe this is really happening. You’re sure at any moment he’ll pull back or you’ll wake up from a dream.

“Then strip.” 

You obey, walking backwards as his eyes bore into you. You kick off the slippers you’re wearing, then take off your tank top. You can feel him studying you as you remove your jeans, leaving you in just your underwear.

“Keep going.”

You remove your bra slowly, putting on a show for him. When you shimmy out of your panties, you fight the urge to cover yourself up. He’s still fully clothed, emphasizing how exposed you are. 

Sensing your shyness, he walks up to you again, planting his hands on your waist. His touch is nothing short of explosive, finally feeling his skin against yours. Finally, he kisses you. His lips are softer than you imagined. Your doubt washes away, touch gently guiding you to trust him.

If you ever hunger, hunger for me

When he pulls back, his eyes are still closed, your noses touching. “I’m too old for you.”

“I know,” you say breathlessly. 

You unbutton his shirt, tie removed before you knocked on his door. He shrugs it off as you remove his belt, and he’s putty under your hands when you brush against his hard on.

“Is that part of the appeal?” he questions. “Did your own father not treat you right?”

You know his question is rhetorical, so you only answer by unbuttoning his pants. 

Whatever you ask for, that's what I'll be

“Get on the bed,” he whispers in your ear. You lay down, watching him take his undershirt off. He’s left only in his boxers when he crawls on top of you. 

He cages you under his body, kissing you again. You can feel his hard cock rubbing against your thigh as his tongue pushes between your lips. 

Because all I ever wanted, it's in your eyes

You’re wetter than you can ever remember being. Your hips mindlessly wriggle, searching for any possible friction. Sensing your desperation, Aaron slides a finger inside you. You cry out, a reaction that would seem exaggerated if he didn’t feel how soaked you are. 

“Aaron, I–” It almost feels forbidden to use his first name, but you can’t imagine calling him anything else, not with him touching you like he is.

“Yes?” he asks, finger stroking the inside of your walls.

“I’ve never…” You trail off, blushing at your admission. You lower your voice to a whisper. “I’ve never done this before.”

“Shh,” he hushes, planting a kiss on your forehead. “I’ll take care of you.”

And love can't lie, no

He adds another finger, flattening his palm so it’s up against your clit. You’re whimpering, overtaken by the feeling of being touched by another person in this way for the first time. His large fingers are finding places you can't reach yourself.

“Please, Aaron, I can’t take it anymore.” Your words come out slowly, you’re hardly able to form a thought, let alone string together a sentence. “Just fuck me.”

“Are you sure?” he asks, concern lacing his voice. He wanted to get you ready, have you open before he thought of stretching you out.

“Yes,” you whine, hips jerking up to rub your clit against his hand. 

He pulls his fingers out of you, removing his underwear. You catch a groan in your throat when he reveals his cock. It’s large enough so that you start to worry.

Seeing the hesitance in your eyes, he kisses you again. Any intimidation he used earlier is gone, replaced by gentleness. 

Greet me with the eyes of a child, heaven is a kiss and a smile

“Are you sure you want this?” he says against your lips. He withdraws slightly, mind racing with thoughts again. He can’t be the one to take your virginity. You’re half his age, vulnerable beneath him. “You should find someone your own age.”

“I need you. I need it to be you. Show me how.”

Your words reassure him, and he can no longer resist his urges. One of his hands reaches for your thigh, hooking it around your waist. Your pussy is pulsing around nothing, needing him inside you. 

“Tell me if you need to stop,” he says, running his cock through your wet folds. “I don’t want to hurt you.” 

Just hold on, and I won't let you go

He guides himself to you, starting by pushing just his tip inside. He exhales shakily, feeling the way you’re already gripping him. 

He gets about two-thirds in before you put a hand on his chest to slow him down. 

“Are you okay?”

“Just… give me a second.” 

He brings a hand down to your clit, softly circling it to chase the tension for your muscles. You grab his hair, and he takes that as the signal to press all the way inside you.

Both of you moan as he bottoms out. He doesn’t move yet, instead grabbing your hand in his large one, squeezing it slightly. The moment has transformed into something completely different than the way it started. It’s not a hate fuck, you’re not mad at each other, he’s not punishing you. It’s intimate, and a hopeful part of you even thinks it’s something akin to love.

I will be your father figure, put your tiny hand in mine

He slowly drags his cock away, and then thrusts back in. You let out a moan, feeling every ridge of his cock along your walls. It’s like nothing you’ve ever felt before. So full, so complete. You wonder how you’ll ever feel whole again when he’s no longer inside you.

“You feel so good,” he groans in your ear as he slowly thrusts, letting you get used to the feeling. “So tight.”

Your mind is blank, thinking only of the way you can feel his tip moving inside you, dragging along the inside of you and hitting your g-spot with each thrust. It doesn’t feel wrong to be fucking your superior, not when you’re looking up at the way the sweat is beading on his forehead. 

He starts to speed up, desperate to bring you to your release. Your whimpers spur him on, driven by the pleasure he’s giving you. He wants his cock to be the first one you cum around.

I will be your preacher, teacher, anything you have in mind

The new speed makes you think he might actually split you open. You can’t control the sounds you make, shameless beneath him. You reach the hand that’s not holding his up to grab his back, clinging on to anything you can find.

He can tell you’re close by the way your pussy is fluttering around him. He doesn’t expect you to say anything, as you’re clearly overcome with pleasure by the look on your face. Looking at you under him, he feels his own release nearing. You’re a beautiful mess, a singular trail of mascara running under one of your eyes. Your mouth is open, moans getting louder as you get nearer to your orgasm. Watching the way your lips move, he leans down to kiss you, capturing your noise in his mouth. 

I will be your father figure, I have had enough of crime

His kiss is enough to send you over. Breath hitching, you go limp. You can’t help the way your hand curls, nails scratching down his back. Your back arches, hips trying to get as close as possible to his. 

No orgasm you’ve given yourself can compare to this feeling. Your legs start to shake, toes pointing. You clench around him so hard that he has to work to keep moving. 

You're still lost in the pleasure of your own release when he cums. He stills, holding you close as you feel the warmth shoot deep inside you. Letting his head fall to your neck, he lets out a loud groan, working not to collapse on top of you. 

When he rolls over to his back and his cock slips out, you miss the feeling of being full. He pulls you into his arms, the two of you laying on your sides, facing each other. You lay your head on his chest, comforted by the smell of his cologne mixing with sweat. 

“How are you feeling?” he says, breaking the silence.

“Good. That felt really good.”

He pulls you closer, running a hand through your hair.

“I’m glad it was you,” you say, realizing that you’re suddenly feeling sentimental toward him.

“I wasn’t mad at you today,” he admits, ashamed of his earlier behavior. “I’ve just wanted you for a long time. I was frustrated.”

You smile into his chest, flushing at the admission. “Me, too”

You fall into stillness again. 

Aaron is the one to break the silence again. “I don’t want you to think this is just physical.”

You meet his eyes. There’s a certain vulnerability in them, something you’ve never seen before. He always has his walls up around the team, so this is a new side of him. He doesn’t say he loves you, but his eyes scream it. You say it back with your own gaze.

“I don’t want you to think I’m pressuring you into more,” he explains, “I just want you to know it’s… I wouldn’t have done it if I didn’t actually like you.”

“Me, neither,” you answer back.

There’s still more to say, more to work out, but these words are enough for tonight. It’d probably be too complicated to be real, but you have him behind closed doors. The team would never understand this, only seeing the age gap. They’d never grasp the way you let each other in. You understand, though. You understand the way he opens himself up to you, the way he lowers his defense in your arms. And he understands how you let him guide you, letting him feel you in the way nobody else has. 

I will be the one who loves you 'til the end of time

[morganaawriterr]

˗ˏˋ ★ ˎˊ˗ Too Bad;

Pairing; fem!reader and jealous husband!Sunghoon Synopsis; Sunghoon insisted that you go out with the girls to relax, but when something happens at the bar, he can't control his jealousy and possessiveness over you. Genre; Suggestive; Basead on the lyrics "well its too bad, you're married to me..." by Deft Tones!! Warning; Intense make out; wondering fingers.......; possessive!sunghoon; My Masterlist;

A/N: I wrote this in one go. Literally. I like it a lot, I hope you guys do it too!!! These lyrics always make me feel some type of way, so I decided to write about it ;) Reblogs and likes are always appreciated. Thank you so much!!

You didn't even want to go, but Sunghoon insisted that a night out with friends would help you relax. Like him, you are introverted and prefer avoiding noisy, crowded spaces. Still, feeling an unusual surge of extroversion, you agreed to a girl's night out with your husband's partners. Jake's wife was overjoyed, and Ni-ki's girlfriend thought it was the perfect opportunity for everyone to unwind.

But the evening turned out to be far from enjoyable.

You picked a sleek black sleeveless dress that stopped just above your thighs, its elegant cut emphasizing your figure. Your cherry-red hair was styled into soft curls, cascading effortlessly over your shoulders. For makeup, you drew a sharp black eyeliner and choose a crimson color to paint your lips, adding a touch of drama to your natural glow.

As you leaned toward the mirror to fasten your silver necklace, you noticed Sunghoon standing in the doorway. His intense brown eyes roved over you, taking in every detail of your appearance. It had been some time since he'd seen you like this; your hectic schedules had left little room for moments like these. His gaze lingered on your waist and hips, and for a brief second, he debated stopping you from leaving altogether.

"Do I look alright?" you asked softly, forcing a small smile under his piercing stare. The iconic red bottoms added to your sexiness, making you feel even more alluring.

"Alright?" Sunghoon raised an eyebrow, stepping closer. "You look stunning, my love." His voice was deep and full of reverence as his strong arms wrapped around your waist. "And you're even wearing my favorite perfume," he murmured, his face dipping towards your exposed neck.

Tilting your head to the side, you allowed him access, feeling his nose graze your skin as he inhaled your scent. His hands tightened around your waist, and his lips brushed against your sensitive spots, sending chills through your body. The occasional press of his warm lips against your neck made your pulse race.

"Hoon..." You breathed, your voice shaky under his spell. "I don't need to go -" you started, your heart pounding as his lips traveled to your collarbones, teasing with gentle nibbles. "I could stay with you, and we could finish this.." You pleaded, barely able to resist the desire building between you.

But Sunghoon knew you too well. When overwhelmed, you often withdrew, which was precisely why he and Jake's wife had been so excited when you agreed to go out. Sensing your hesitation, he was determined not to let you back out now.

"No, princess," he whispered against your skin, his tone firm but affectionate. "You need this. Jake's wife will be disappointed if you don't show up. Don't mind me— I'm just enjoying the view."

With that, he pulled away, his lips leaving your neck as his hands released their hold on your hips. You were left breathless. He towers over you, even with your heels on. His messy black hair is pushed back, and his white sleeveless shirt highlights his defined arms, which are folded across his chest. You look up at him with pleading eyes, a tactic that usually melts him— but this time, he remains unyielding.

"Go have fun with your friends. I'll be here waiting for you to come back," Sunghoon says in a low, enticing tone as he steps out of the bedroom, turning his broad back to you. You inhale deeply, the warmth of his earlier teasing still clinging to you. Exhaling slowly, you grab your purse and head to the living room to say your goobyes.

You find him sprawled on the sofa, legs apart in his usual confident posture, his attention seemingly fixed on the TV. Though he hears your footsteps approaching, he pretends not to notice, knowing the act will frustrate you.

"I'm leaving now, hubby," you say softly, stepping in front of him and blocking his view of the screen. He smirks, arms still crossed, his playful demeanor unchanged.

You lean forward until your face is level with his. His eyes roam from your wavy hair to your crimson lips, then lower to your neckline. The way you're leaning offers an enticing glimpse of your collarbones and chest, and you catch the way he swallows hard at the sight before meeting your gaze.

Slowly, you brush a light kiss against his lips, leaving him momentarily stunned as you straighten up with a knowing smirk. Without another word, you walk toward the door, your heels clicking softly against the floor. His gaze lingers on your retreating figure, even as the door closes behind you, leaving him alone to stew in the longing you've planted.

Minutes later, you meet up with the girls. Ni-ki's girlfriend drives, with you in the passenger seat and Jake's wife in the back, casually touching up her lipstick after saying goodbye to Jake. The drive is quick, and soon, you're inside the bar. The atmosphere isn't overwhelming yet— not too many people have arrived— so you find a table near the dance floor. Before hitting the floor, you all share your first drink, the conversation and laughter flowing easily.

Everything seems to be going well. A few sips of alcohol loosen you up, and soon you're dancing with the girls under neon lights, losing yourself to the rhythm of the music. Closing your eyes, you let the moment carry you. After about an hour of dancing, though, you decide to return to the table for a quick breather.

Ni-ki's girlfriend, a little too tipsy now, happily sways on the dance floor with a group of strangers, while Jake's wife has stepped into the restroom to freshen up. For now, you're alone.

A familiar longing washes over you— the temptation to text Sunghoon and ask him to pick you up. Each time you close your eyes, you can still feel the ghost of his lips on your neck and the firm grip of his hands on your waist.

As you sip your sparkling water, a man slides into the seat beside you. He's roughly your height, dressed in all black, and reeks of alcohol. You keep your attention on Ni-ki's girlfriend, hoping he'll take the hint and leave. But luck isn't on your side tonight.

"Hey, pretty." he murmurs, his tone slurred. With a quick glance, you lift your right hand slightly, letting the neon lights catch the sparkle of your wedding ring. You hope it's enough to deter him, but he only moves closer, his hand reaching toward you.

You stand abruptly, stepping out of his reach. "Leave, or I'll call security," you warn, your voice steady despite the discomfort twisting in your stomach. To your relief, he backs off, muttering something under his breath as he walks away.

Even though he's no longer beside you, his presence lingers. Each time you try to dance or relax, you catch him watching you or attempting to position himself nearby. To make matters worse, one of his friends starts bothering Jake's wife, making the situation even more unbearable.

Feeling uneasy, you gently pull Jake's wife off the dance floor and lead her back to the table. Anxiety weighs heavily on you as the men continue hovering nearby, their persistent stares making it impossible to enjoy the night.

Despite her intoxicated state, Ni-ki's girlfriend notices your distress. From across the room, she watches you hug yourself and roll your eyes in frustration as the men refuse to leave you and Jake's wife alone. Pulling out her phone, she quickly texts Ni-ki, asking him to come and pick you all up.

You glance nervously at Jake's wife as the men continue murmuring things you can'— or won't— make out. You try to devise a plan to get rid of them, but your thoughts are interrupted by a strong, familiar grip on your waist. Confusion floods your mind until the scent of his cologne envelops you, instantly calming your racing heart.

Turning your head, you see Sunghoon. His jaw is tight, his brows furrowed, and his eyes alight with barely restrained fury. He gives you a brief glance, his expression softening slightly when his gaze meets yours, before locking on the man in front of you. Sunghoon's frustration is palpable— did this guy not notice the ring on your finger?

The man, unfazed, smirks shamelessly. "Sorry, man, I thought she was bluffing." He says with a nervous laugh, raising his hands in mock surrender as he gets up. "I'm leaving." he adds. Sunghoon's glare doesn't bulge.

Across the room, Jake is holding his wife gently, his hands brushing over her cheek in a comforting gesture. Meanwhile, Sunghoon grips your wrist and pulls you toward the exit without uttering a word.

You already know you're in trouble. His jealousy has taken over, and though you know he isn't upset with you, his possessive meanor is impossible to ignore. Your sweet, calm husband has vanished, replaced by a side of him that both excites and frustrates you.

"Can you let go of my arm?" You complain, your irritation rising as his hold begins to sting.

Sunghoon stops outside the bar. The street is nearly silent, the night's chillwrapping round you. He turns, his intense gaze mocking on yours, his irises dark and unreadable.

"Did he touch you?" Sunghoon demands, his voice low but laced with urgency as he steps closer.

"No, I wouldn't let him," you reply firmly, stepping back to create space. But he follows, his presence overwhelming.

"I should've told you to stay home," he mutters under his breath, running a hand through his hair in frustration. His words, though not directed at you, ignite your temper.

"Yeah, maybe you should've!" You snap, abruptly facing him. Your voice is loud as you glare at him, anger bubbling to the surface. "Or maybe you could be more like Jake!"

"More like Jake?" Sunghoon echoes, raising an eyebrow, his arms crossing defensively.

"Yes! Look at how he handled this!" You exclaim, your voice shaking with pent-up motion. "The first thing he did was comfort his wife— hug her, ask if she was okay. He didn't act jealous or possessive!"

Your words falter as Sunghoon's expression changes. The hardness in his face gives way onto something unreadable, his eyes narrowing slightly as he steps closer. Instinctively, you back up until your shoulders press against a cold wall.

You stare up at him, searching for any signs of what he's feeling, but his expression remains enigmatic. His tall frame blocks the faint glow of the streetlamp, casting shadow over you.

One hand rests against the wall beside your head while the other wraps firmly around your waist, pulling you flush against him. His fingers trace the curve of your hip, making liberate pressure, causing your skin to tingle and your breath to hitch. The intensity in his dark eyes leaves you paralyzed. Slowly, he leans in, his lips brushing against your ear. You anticipate a sharp retort, but instead, he kisses you.

The kiss is fierce, full of urgency, and heat, his lips move against yours with such intensity that your mind spins. His hand rails up your thigh, slipping beneath the fabric of your dress. His tongue tangles with yours when you finally realize where his fingers are. Before you can react, he leans close again, his breath hot against your ear as he whispers:

"Well, it's too bad.." He pauses, his lips grazing your skin. "You're married... to me."

His lips capture yours hungrily, devouring you as his fingertips brush over your lacy underwear. You moan against his cheek, a proud smirk grows on his lips, knowing he has you exactly where he wants you.

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[lisasmuts]

TROPICAL WEEK OFF

Lisa manoban x Male reader.

6.9k words

( This is what everyone needs. A week off with Lisa in Maldives. )

( Haven't proof read, so if any mistakes let it go please :) or dm me with the mistakes i'll fix them later. 😊)

Lisa giggles playfully as you pull her close, your hands resting on her shapely ass. She leans in, her face mere inches from yours, and gazes up at you with those captivating eyes.

“You always smell so good, y/n.”

She nuzzles her nose against yours, her breath tickling your skin.

“But these roses…”

She brings the bouquet to her nose, inhaling deeply.

“They might just give you a run for your money.”

Lisa laughs melodiously, her body swaying gently in your embrace.

“I’m not sure I can decide which scent I love more.”

With a coy smile, she presses herself against you, her curves molding in your frame.

Lisa lets out a surprised gasp as you playfully slap her juicy ass behind, she scolds you playfully, but her scolding quickly melts into a soft giggle. She leans in, pressing her body against yours, and tenderly captures your lips in a deep, longing kiss. The warmth of her mouth and the gentle caress of her tongue convey just how much she’s missed you during the time apart. When the kiss finally breaks, she gazes up at you with eyes full of love and desire.

“I’ve missed you so much, y/n. Every moment we’ve been apart has felt like an eternity.”

Her voice is laced with a sultry tone as she runs her hands along the contours of your body.

“But now that you’re here, I don’t ever want to let you go.”

With a coy smile, she takes your hand and begins to lead you deeper into the recording studio, her hips swaying with each step.

As you step into the recording studio, Lisa’s face lights up with excitement. She quickly moves over to the sound console, her fingers dancing across the controls as she cues up her new track. The opening notes fill the air, and with a coy smile, Lisa begins to sing.

But as she performs, her lyrics take on a decidedly more sensual tone, the words dripping with seduction.

“Ooh, y/n, you make me feel so good…”

She sways her hips in time with the music, her gaze locked on yours. The normally professional Lisa has been replaced by a sultry siren, intent on captivating you with her voice and her body.

Stepping closer, she trails a finger down your chest, her touch igniting a spark of desire within you.

“I can’t get enough of your touch, your taste…”

She bites her lip, her eyes hooded with lust.

“I need you, y/n. Right here, right now.”

Without warning, Lisa turns and presses her back against your chest, grinding her hips against you in time with the music. Her hands reach back to tangle in your hair, pulling you closer as she continues her sultry performance.

Lisa’s eyes sparkle with excitement as she hears your hesitation. She understands the need to maintain professionalism in the workplace.

“Of course, my love. We’ll have our fun later, when we’re alone.”

She winks playfully, her voice dripping with promise.

A few hours later, Lisa comes bouncing into your office, a bundle of energy and joy.

She practically leaps into your lap, wrapping her arms around your neck and pulling you into a deep, passionate kiss. When she finally breaks away, her eyes are shinning.

“y/n! I have the best news!”

She bounces excitedly, her curves enticing.

“I just found out I’m getting a whole week off! An entire week, just for us!”

Lisa peppers your face with eager kisses, her happiness palpable.

“We can do anything, go anywhere… I can’t wait to be alone with you, my love.”

Lisa’s eyes sparkle with unbridled excitement as she showers your face with eager, sloppy kisses. Her body practically vibrated with joy at the prospect of your upcoming trip to the Maldives.

“Maldives, y/n! we are going to Maldives. An entire week, just the two of us in paradise.”

She giggles, her fingers tracing tantalizing patterns on your chest.

“We have to start packing as soon as we get home. I can’t wait to feel the warm sun on my skin, the sand between my toes.”

Lisa leans in, her lips brushing against yours.

“And to have you all to myself, with no distractions…”

Her voice drops to a sultry whisper as she grinds her hips against yours, making her desires crystal clear. With a playful wink, she hops off your lap, already mentally packing for your romantic getaway.

“Tonight, we’ll make sure we have everything ready. I can’t wait, y/n!”

As you arrive home after a lovely dinner, Lisa and you quickly get to work packing for your exciting trip to the Maldives. However, it seems Lisa’s desires have other plans. With a coy smile, she turns to me, her eyes sparkling with mischief.

“y/n, I’m getting so… hungry for you right now.”

She bites her lip, her hands already roaming over your body.

“Do you think you could help me pack while you… take care of that hunger?”

Without waiting for a response, Lisa presses her body against yours, her hips grinding teasingly. You can’t resist her sultry advances, and soon you find yourselves tangled together on the bed, clothes hastily discarded. As you thrust into her welcoming warmth, Lisa moans your name, pausing occasionally to ask what she should pack for your trip.

Her words are punctuated by gasps and whimpers of pleasure, spurring you on.

Your passionate coupling continues, the sound of skin slapping against the skin mingling with Lisa’s lewd cries. She packs diligently between bouts of ecstasy, her focus unwavering even as you bring her to the heights of pleasure. It’s a delightful dance of lust and practicality, a testament to Lisa’s insatiable appetite.

As you continue thrusting into Lisa’s welcoming heat, her body trembles with wave after wave of ecstasy. She moans your name breathlessly, her words punctuated by gasps and cries of pleasure. Despite her attempts to pack for your trip, Lisa’s focus is completely shattered by the overwhelming sensations coursing through her.

“y/n! oh god, yes! Don’t stop, please! Fuck me harder! Fuck yess!”

She arches her back, her nails digging into the bed as another powerful orgasm rips through her. Her inner walls clench rhythmically around your cock, milking you relentlessly.

You can’t help but chuckle at Lisa’s insatiable appetite. She’s completely lost in the throes of passion, her body trembling with one climax after another. Her moans and praises spur you on, driving you to push her ever higher. You’re determined to give your love every ounce of pleasure she craves.

Lisa’ s body shudders violently as another powerful orgasms rips through her. She cries out your name, her voice dripping with ecstasy.

By now, you’ve lost count of how many times she’s climaxed – her insatiable appetite knows no bounds. Finally, Lisa gather the strength to cup your cheeks, gazing up at you with pleading eyes.

“y/n, please… I need you to cum for me now,”

She begs breathlessly.

“I won’t be satisfied until I feel you filling me up. Please, I need it so badly….”

Her hips continue to grind against yours, desperate for that final release. Lisa’s sultry gaze and wanton pleas are impossible to resist.

With a low groan, you give in to her demands, your own orgasm crashing over you. You spill your seed deep inside her quivering core, eliciting a shuddering moan of pure bliss from your lover.

As the last waves of pleasures subside, Lisa collapses against you, her body trembling. She peppers your face with tender kisses, murmuring words of adoration. Truly, her insatiable appetite for you has been sated – for now.

As you gently withdraw from Lisa’s well-satisfied pussy, a wet, lewd pop echoes through the room. She lets out a shameless moan of pure bliss, her body still trembling from the intense pleasure. With a contented sigh, she gazes up at you with innocent, childlike eyes.

“I’m just satisfied for now, y/n. But I’m utterly exhausted…”

She pouts playfully, her tone turning coy.

“Can you please do the packing for our trip? I don’t think I have the energy left.”

You feign annoyance and let out a fake cry, earning a playful slap on the hand from Lisa. She giggles mischievously.

“Oi! I was the one who got used for the past hour and a half! I came countless times, you know. I’m really tired now.”

Lisa snuggles against you, her body still radiating warmth. With a contented sigh, she closes her eyes, ready to let you take care of the rest of preparations. Her insatiable appetite has been sated, at least for the moment.

As Lisa drifts off to sleep beside you, her hand gently holding yours, you can’t help but admire her beauty. Even in her slumbering state, she looks absolutely gorgeous. You pepper her face with soft, adoring kisses, taking in every inch of her flawless features.

A slight smile graces Lisa’s lips as she senses your affection, knowing she is completely safe and adored in your embrace. You watch over her with pure tenderness, marveling at how peaceful and content she appears. Your passionate activities have left her thoroughly satisfied, and now she can rest easy in your arms.

You feel a deep sense of protectiveness and love wash over you as you gaze upon your sleeping beauty. This moment of tranquility is a precious respite before you embark on your exciting trip to the Maldives. For now, you are content to simply bask in Lisa’s presence and the knowledge that she is yours, now and forever.

As the morning sun filter in through the windows, you stir awake to the most delightful sensation – Lisa’s warm, wet mouth engulfing your entire length. Her tongue swirls and dances around your shaft as she bobs her head up and down, eliciting a groan of pleasure from your lips.

“Aaah, good morning, lily…. Fuck, already sucking me off?”

You gaze down at her with hooded eyes, your fingers threading through her silky hair.

Lisa’s eyes sparkle with mischief as she continues her ministrations, her pace quickening. The lewd sounds of her mouth working your cock fill the air, only heightening your arousal. She seems insatiable, determined to bring me to the heights of ecstasy before you even begin your day.

As your climax approaches, you can’t hold back any longer. With a guttural growl, you announce that you’re about to cum. Lisa hungrily swirls her tongue around the sensitive head of your cock, keeping you buried deep in her warm, wet mouth. Her skilled tongue work quickly pushed you over the edge, and you erupt into her waiting mouth in powerful spurts.

Lisa’s face breaks into a delighted smile as she swallows every last drop, her throat working to milk every last bit of your release. When your twitching cock finally begins to soften, she pulls away, a satisfied grin on her face.

“Good morning, sleepy head!”

She says playfully, giggling.

“That was quite a lot of cum for a morning load. Looks like someone was really horny from last night’s fun, hmm?”

She winks coyly, clearly pleased with herself and the effect she had on you.

 Lisa giggles playfully as she hops off the bed, her energy and enthusiasm seemingly boundless. She gently pokes your side, urging you to get up.

“Alright, y/n, time to get freshened up! We don’t want to miss our flight, you know.”

She laughs melodiously, her eyes sparkling with mischief.

“The plane won’t come to our doorstep, so we better get a move on!”

With a wink, Lisa begins gathering your luggage, making sure everything is packed and ready to go. Her excitement for your trip to the Maldives is palpable, and you can’t help but match her infectious energy. As you head to the bathroom to freshen up, you catch one last glimpse of Lisa’s radiant smile – a smile that promises endless adventures and unforgettable memories to come.

As you board the flight, the excitement and anticipation are palpable between you two. The moment you find your seats, the flirtatious teasing begins. you can't resist the temptation to slide your hand under Lisa's short skirt, gently caressing her warm, smooth skin. She responds in kind, her delicate fingers wrapping around the bulge in your pants, stroking you through the fabric.

Your voices drop to sultry whispers, filled with lust and desire. You trade filthy comments, each one more tantalizing than the last. Lisa's eyes sparkle with mischief as she describes in vivid detail the things she wants to do to you, her touch igniting a fire within you.

The confined space of the airplane cabin only heightens the intensity of your encounter. You steal furtive glances, daring each other to take things further. The anticipation builds, your bodies aching to be joined as one. Yet, you restrain yourselves, knowing that your true moment of passion awaits you at your tropical destination.

As soon as you step into your hotel room in the Maldives, the pent-up tension between you becomes almost palpable. Lisa can barely contain her desire, and the moment the door clicks shut behind you, she hungrily latches onto your hands, her eyes wild with lust.

“y/n, please… I need you to fuck me, right now!”

She begs, her voice dripping with desperation.

“I can’t wait any longer, I need your cock inside me so badly!”

Hearing her shameless pleas only serves to further arouse you. You insist that she beg more, to ask for it in the most filthy, debased manner possible. And Lisa obliges without hesitation, her words growing increasingly lewd and wanton.

“Please, y/n! I’m your dirty little slut, your whore! I need you to use me, to pound my pussy until I can’t walk straight! Fuck me senseless, make me scream your name!”

She grinds her hips against you, her fingers clawing at your clothes. The way, unbridled desire radiating from Lisa is intoxicating. You can feel your self-control slipping away as the flames of passion consume you both. There’s no more time for words – now is the time for action, for the fulfillment of your carnal desire.

With a growl of pure lust, you toss Lisa onto the soft bed, your body quickly following as you straddle her trembling form. Her clothes are no match for your desperate hands, as you tear them away, baring her supple flesh to your hungry gaze.

“Tell me, my little slut,”

You demand, your voice dripping with carnal desire.

“How badly do you want my cock? How much are you craving to be filled by me?”

Lisa's eyes blaze with unbridled need, her lips parting in a wanton moan.

“Oh, y/n, I want it so badly! I'm your filthy whore, your insatiable fuck toy. Please, use me, ravish me until I can't think of anything but your cock!”

Her shameless words only serve to further inflame your lust. You can see the hunger radiating from every inch of her body, her every fiber crying out to be claimed by you. And you have no intention of denying her.

With a feral growl, you tear apart Lisa's barely-there skirt, exposing her glistening, soaked pussy to your hungry gaze. you can't help but mock her, admiring the way her needy flesh clenches around nothing, begging to be touched and filled.

“Look at you, my little slut,”

You taunt, your fingers tracing the outline of her swollen, quivering folds.

“So wet, so desperate for my cock. Your pussy is practically dripping with how horny you are.”

Lisa doesn't even try to deny it, her eyes burning with shameless lust.

“Yes, y/n! I'm so fucking horny, I need you inside me. Please, stop teasing and fuck me already!”

Her wanton plea only serves to further stoke the flames of your desire. You can't resist the temptation to tease her more, to watch her squirm and beg for release. This is just the beginning of the delicious torment you have in store for my insatiable lover.

As you lower your shorts, revealing your throbbing, hard cock, Lisa's eyes instantly lock onto it with unbridled hunger. Her pussy begins to twitch and clench, aching to be filled. Gently, you bring your cock to hover just above her glistening entrance, the heat radiating from her needy flesh.

Lisa's control slips away completely, her body consumed by raw, desperate lust. Without any direct stimulation, she suddenly cries out, her inner walls clenching as a powerful climax rips through her. She convulses beneath you, reduced to a trembling, broken toy by the mere proximity of your cock.

You can't help but marvel at this incredible display, a giggle of delight escaping your lips.

“Oh, Lisa, look at you - cumming like an insatiable whore, and I've barely even touched you.”

You tease, savoring her utter loss of control.

Lisa cries out in ecstasy and pleasure as the powerful orgasm ripples through her body. Her breathing is heavy, but the desperation in her eyes only grows.

“Y/n, stop teasing me and just fuck me already!”

she yells, her voice dripping with need.

You can't help but chuckle at her shameless display.

“Oh, Lisa, I'll only fuck you if you can cum again without any touch or stimulation.”

To your amazement, just two minutes later, Lisa lets out another shameless cry as her body is wracked by another intense orgasm. Her pussy clenches and quivers, utterly consumed by her insatiable desire for you. As the aftershocks of her climax subside, Lisa gazes up at me hungrily.

“I've cum again, y/n. Now please, fuck me - I need your cock inside me!”

You’re thoroughly amused and aroused by her shameless display of wanton need. With a growl, you position yourself at her dripping entrance, ready to finally give in to her desperate pleas.

As you thrust into Lisa, her pussy stretches to accommodate your throbbing cock. She moans and screams your name, her inner walls clenching tightly around your invading length. Rocking her hips back and forth, she seeks more friction, chasing her pleasure.

With a shuddering cry, Lisa climaxes once more, her orgasm washing over her in powerful waves.

“y/n, having your cock inside me makes me cum so hard!”

she exclaims, her body still trembling.

Shifting into the intimate missionary position, you begin to thrust into her, your hips moving with a steady, relentless rhythm. Lisa's orgasm continues to ripple through her, heightening the sensations as you fill her again and again.

As your long, passionate session finally begins to wind down, you can feel your own climax approaching. Gazing into Lisa's eyes, you let her know that you’re about to cum.

“Lisa, I'm going to cum soon. Where would you like me to finish?”

You ask, giving her the choice of where to receive your release.

Lisa's eyes light up with excitement.

“Oh y/n, I want you to cover me in your cum!”

She exclaims breathlessly.

“Coat my body, my face, anywhere you want! I want to be dripping with your seed.”

Her shameless words only heighten your arousal. With a groan, you pull out and begin stroking your throbbing shaft, aiming it at Lisa's waiting form. Rope after rope of hot, thick cum spills forth, splattering across her flushed skin. Lisa moans in delight, relishing every drop that lands on her.

Once the last twitch of your orgasm subsides, you gaze down at your thoroughly marked lover, a satisfied smile on your face. Lisa looks utterly debauched, but radiates a sense of blissful contentment. You've both been thoroughly spent, but the connection between you has only grown stronger.

As you lay beside Lisa, you maintain a slight distance between you both, not wanting to get covered in your own release. Lisa quickly picks up on the space you've put between you two, and a playful smile spreads across her face.

“Why the distance, y/n?”

she teases, her eyes sparkling with mischief.

“Afraid of a little mess?”

You chuckle at her playful antics.

“Well, you are quite the sticky situation at the moment, my dear. I don't fancy getting covered in my own cum as well.”

Lisa laughs heartily, then makes a show of scooting closer, as if to pull you into a hug.

“Oh, come on, don't be like that!”

she giggles.

“If it bothers you so much, I'll just go have a nice, hot bath. Then your girlfriend will be all clean for you to cuddle.”

With a final laugh, she rolls off the bed and saunters towards the bathroom, leaving you to marvel at her endlessly playful spirit. You can't help but smile, knowing that once she's refreshed, You'll gladly pull her into your arms and revel in her affection.

After a while, Lisa emerges from the bathroom, her body wrapped in a towel and her hair gently drying with another. You lay there, utterly mesmerized by her breathtaking beauty. Your mouth hangs open in awe, unable to contain your reaction.

Lisa laughs at your gaping expression.

“What's the matter, y/n? Don't tell me you're still so surprised, even though I'm just wearing a towel!”

She pouts playfully, then saunters closer to the bed.

Leaning over you, Lisa grins mischievously. Suddenly, she shakes her head, splashing droplets of water from her hair all over your face. Her melodious laughter fills the air as she playfully teases you.

“Come on, don't just lie there!”

she giggles.

“Aren't you going to join me for some more fun?”

You can't resist the temptation to tug at Lisa's towel, unwrapping her beautiful form. She giggles, placing a hand on her waist.

“What kind of fun did you have in mind, dear Mr. Insatiable?”

she teases.

“Another round of our insatiable lovemaking? Or something else?”

Lisa laughs heartily, then gently climbs onto the bed, coming to rest on top of you. She cups your cheeks, caressing them tenderly.

“Now, now, let's take a break from our earlier activities,”

she says softly.

“I'm feeling a bit famished. How about we go have a nice dinner first? And then, under the starry night sky, we can indulge in some peaceful stargazing together.”

Her eyes sparkle with affection, and you can't help but be captivated by her gentle, caring nature. Nodding in agreement, you pull her close, savoring the warmth of her embrace as you plan your next adventure.

As you sit together under the beautiful night sky, Lisa nestled comfortably on your lap, you can't help but admire her radiant beauty. The soft moonlight casts a gentle glow on her features, accentuating her captivating allure.

“Lisa, you look absolutely breathtaking tonight,”

You murmur, your fingers gently tracing the delicate curves of her face.

“I'm the luckiest man in the world to have you by my side.”

She giggles softly, her eyes sparkling with mischief.

“Y/n, you certainly know how to make a girl feel special.”

Leaning in closer, she places a feather-light kiss on your lips, her touch igniting a familiar warmth within you.

As you gaze up at the stars, Lisa's fingers intertwine with yours, your hands fitting together perfectly. The peaceful tranquility of the moment is punctuated by the occasional playful tease or flirtatious remark, your bond growing ever stronger under the moonlit sky.

As you slowly stir awake, you’re greeted by the sensual sight of Lisa's mouth wrapped around your throbbing morning wood. Her tongue swirls and dances along your shaft, coaxing you into full arousal. With a mischievous glint in her eyes, she bobs her head up and down, teasing and pleasuring you.

“Good morning, y/n,”

she purrs between licks.

“I just couldn't wait to have a taste of you.”

Her shameless words only serve to heighten your desire. You groan in pleasure as she continues her lewd ministrations, her hunger for your cock palpable in every movement. This insatiable, wanton side of Lisa is a stark contrast to the innocent, playful girl from last night - but it's a side you’re more than happy to indulge.

Tangling your fingers in her hair, you guide her pace, urging her to take you deeper. Lisa moans around your cock, the vibrations sending shockwaves of pleasure through you. You can feel your release building, and from the way she's devouring you, You know she's eager to taste every last drop.

Lisa pouts and folds her arms, feigning annoyance.

“Y/n, why haven't you cum yet? I've been sucking you off for the past 10-15 minutes! This is your morning wood, you should be exploding by now!”

she scolds playfully.

You can't help but chuckle at her adorable display of faux irritation. Gently, You pinch her cheeks, teasing her with love.

“Aww, my insatiable little Lisa. Don't worry, I'm sure you'll have me finishing soon enough with that talented mouth of yours.”

Her eyes sparkle with mischief as she leans in, her lips ghosting over the sensitive skin of your neck.

“You better believe it, y/n. I'm not stopping until I've milked every last drop from you.”

With a sultry wink, she resumes her sensual ministrations, determined to coax your release from you. You groan in pleasure, surrendering yourself to the skilled attentions of your ravenous lover.

Lisa again removes your cock from her mouth, eliciting a sad growl from you at the loss of her warm, wet embrace. She laughs softly, then adopts a stern, mentoring tone.

“Bad boy, y/n. You better cum for me now, or else...”

she warns, though the mischievous glint in her eyes betrays her true feelings.

You immediately respond, eager to please her.

“Yes, yes ma'am! I'll come, just please keep my cock in your mouth!”

Lisa can't hold back her genuine smile at your compliance. Leaning in, she begins bobbing her head up and down on your shaft once more, her movements sloppy and seductive. The sensations are overwhelming, and you know your release is imminent.

As your hips tighten with the impending release, Lisa recognizes the signs and works her tongue furiously on your cock's sensitive tip. With a groan, you erupt into her waiting mouth, filling it with your hot, sticky seed. Once you've spent yourself, Lisa pulls back, opening her mouth to reveal the impressive amount of cum you've deposited.

With a seductive gulp, she swallows it all down, a bright smile spreading across her face.

“Yay, my bad boy y/n has finally cum!”

she exclaims happily, licking the remnants from her lips.

“Your cock told me how happy it was to be inside my mouth,”

she adds with a playful wink.

You're left thoroughly satisfied, both by the intense release and Lisa's enthusiastic response. She truly is an insatiable, yet caring lover - one You're more than happy to indulge.

As Lisa tries to make her way somewhere, You can't resist the urge to playfully spank her pert ass. With a mischievous grin, You suggest that you take a steamy hot shower together.

Lisa's cheeks flush with a shy, innocent demeanor.

“O-Okay, y/n,”

she agrees softly, her previous wanton hunger momentarily subdued.

You can't help but laugh at the contrast between her current shyness and the ravenous way she was just devouring your cock.

“What's the matter, Lisa? You were gulping down my cum so hungrily just a minute ago,”

You tease, enjoying the way her composure wavers.

Gently taking her hand, You lead her towards the bathroom, eager to indulge in some more intimate exploration under the warm, cleansing spray of the shower.

As you make your way to the seaside, Lisa's figure is accentuated by a stunning white bikini with vibrant orange accents. Her juicy backside bounces with each step, drawing your gaze irresistibly. Despite the alluring nature of her swimwear, Lisa's natural beauty shines through, radiating an aura of effortless grace.

(PHOTO)

Reaching the water's edge, Lisa playfully jumps into the sea, splashing water all over herself. With a bright smile, she beckons you to join her.

“Come on, y/n! The water feels amazing. Let's have some fun together!”

she calls out, her eyes sparkling with excitement.

Without hesitation, you dive in after her, the cool waves enveloping you both. As you both splash and swim, Lisa's infectious joy and energy fill the air, making this a truly magical moment between us.

Lisa told you that she wants to click some pics.

As you grab the camera, Lisa climbs up a couple of steps on the wooden stairs situated near the water, positioning herself to strike a sultry pose. She perks up her pert backside, the thin fabric of her bikini bottoms deliciously accentuating the curve of her ass.

With a heart-melting smile, she looks directly at the camera, radiating an aura of playful sensuality.

“Ooo, someone's being a bit of a slutty girlfriend, huh?”

You tease, unable to resist the temptation to poke fun at her shameless display.

Lisa's laughter rings out, her eyes sparkling with mischief.

“What can I say, y/n? You bring out the best in me.”

She winks coyly, then strikes another alluring pose, clearly reveling in the attention.

Your playful banter continues as you capture a series of tantalizing shots, each one more provocative than the last. It's clear that Lisa is thoroughly enjoying this little photoshoot, her uninhibited confidence and sensuality on full display. You can't help but marvel at how effortlessly she transitions between her innocent and sultry personas, keeping you thoroughly captivated.

After taking a few photos and selfies, you head towards the bed situated over the water. Lisa lays down, her hand coyly covering her cleavage as she asks you to take some pictures of her in this pose.

“Go on, y/n, capture me like this,”

she says with a playful smile.

You happily oblige, snapping a series of alluring shots that showcase Lisa's natural beauty and burgeoning sensuality.

Once You've gotten the photos you want, you join her on the bed, eagerly showing her the results.

“Look at how stunning you are,”

You murmur, your fingers tracing the curves of her body as You tease her.

“My beautiful, sultry Lisa - you truly are a sight to behold.”

Lisa giggles, her eyes sparkling with mischief.

“Well, you certainly know how to make a girl feel special, y/n. Maybe next time you can join me in the frame, hmm?”

Your playful banter continues as you revel in each other's company, the warmth of the sun and the gentle lapping of the waves creating a truly idyllic setting for your intimate moment.

Lisa's soft lips press against yours, igniting a familiar warmth within you. Her hand trails down, slipping beneath your shorts to gently stroke your semi-erect cock. Breaking the kiss, she looks at you teasingly.

“Hmm, how come you're still not fully hard, y/n?”

she purrs.

“Even after seeing your girlfriend posing so provocatively for you in this bikini?”

You chuckle, your hips instinctively bucking into her touch.

“My cock was just waiting for your skilled touch to grow full and hard, my love.”

As the words leave your lips, you can feel your shaft swelling to its full, rigid length within the confines of Lisa's delicate fingers. She hums in approval, her grip tightening ever so slightly as she begins to stroke you with purpose.

Lisa bites her lower lip coyly, her eyes sparkling with mischief.

“Well, y/n, what do you think? Does this bikini suit me? Do I look good?”

she asks teasingly.

You can't help but admire her captivating form, your voice laced with desire.

“You look absolutely stunning and sexy, Lisa. Breathtaking, in fact.”

At your words, her smirk widens.

“Hmm, you know, I might look even hotter and sexier without this bikini...”

She giggles mischievously, and before you can react, You’re already untying the knots of her bra and panty, eager to unveil her nude form.

Lisa laughs, delighted by your eagerness.

“I love it when you show this kind of enthusiasm, y/n,”

she murmurs, her hands caressing your face as she pulls you in for a passionate kiss.

Lisa's eyes gleam with unbridled hunger as she hurriedly removes your shorts, exposing your throbbing cock. Without hesitation, she engulfs it within her warm, wet mouth, her tongue swirling and dancing along the sensitive flesh. She begins to bob her head up and down, working you with a sloppy, seductive rhythm.

“Oh, Lisa,”

You moan, your fingers tangling in her hair.

“Your mouth feels incredible. Don't stop, my love - I'm so close.”

Encouraged by your words of praise, Lisa redoubles her efforts, her cheeks hollowing as she sucks you with fervent devotion. The sensations are overwhelming, and you can feel your release building rapidly.

“That's it, Lisa. Just like that - I'm going to burst in your mouth any second now,”

You groan, your hips bucking slightly as you fight the urge to thrust deeper into her welcoming throat.

With a pop, Lisa removes your cock from her mouth, then begins rubbing it all over her face. She traces your leaking tip across her eyes, lips, and cheeks, coating her features in a glistening layer of your pre-cum. The sight is utterly debauched, yet captivating.

“Y/n,”

she purrs seductively,

“Please, fuck my throat however you want. I need you inside me, filling me up.”

Her wanton words and the visual of her marked face ignite a primal desire within you. Gripping the back of her head, you guide your throbbing shaft back into her waiting mouth, intent on claiming her completely.

You start thrusting your cock into Lisa's throat with renewed hunger and lust, fucking her senselessly. She moans and hums around your shaft, the vibrations sending waves of pleasure through you. Her tongue works tirelessly to please you further, as her free hand strokes the portion of your cock that doesn't fit in her mouth.

“That's it, Lisa,”

You growl, praising her between ragged breaths.

“You're such a wanton slut, taking my cock so well.”

Though You've challenged her to beg for your cum while her mouth is full, You don't remove yourself from her warm, wet embrace. You want to see how she'll manage to plead for your release in her current predicament.

Lisa's eyes shine with a desperate, pleading look, silently begging for your release. The sight of her so beautifully mesmerized is utterly captivating.

“Oh, Lisa, you want my cum that badly, my love?”

You growl, your grip tightening on the back of her head.

“Then here, you can have it.”

With that, you begin to unleash a torrent of your hot, sticky seed into her waiting mouth. Lisa hungrily gulps it down, her Adam's apple bobbing with each swallow as she drains you completely. The look of pure bliss on her face is intoxicating, and you can't help but revel in her wanton desire for your essence.

Lisa instantly removes your cock from her mouth, then swiftly positions herself on all fours in a tantalizing doggy-style pose. Glancing over her shoulder, she fixes you with a desperate, needy gaze.

“Y/n, please! My pussy is aching so badly - you have to fuck me now,”

she pleads, her voice dripping with wanton desire.

Unable to resist her sultry demands, You tease the tip of your cock against her glistening folds, eliciting a frustrated growl from Lisa.

“Ugh, stop teasing and just fuck me already!”

she scolds playfully, her hips bucking back in a silent plea for you to fill her.

With a primal growl, You oblige, driving your throbbing shaft deep into her waiting, welcoming pussy. Lisa cries out in ecstasy, her walls clenching around you as You begin to pound her relentlessly.

You moan Lisa's name, praising her tight, clenching pussy as you start to pick up the pace, driving into her with increasing fervor.

“Ohh, Lisa, your pussy feels incredible,”

You groan, your fingers digging into her hips.

Lisa cries out your name, her hands clenching the bed as she clenches her walls rhythmically around your thrusting shaft. Turning her head to look back at you, she asks in a sultry tone,

“Do you like how my pussy is gripping your cock, y/n?”

The sight of her flushed, ecstatic expression coupled with the sensations enveloping your cock are utterly intoxicating. You can only nod breathlessly in response, too lost in the euphoric sensations to form a coherent reply.

As you groan and moan in pleasure, Lisa laughs heartedly, cherishing how you’re loving to just fuck her so carelessly. Her infectious laughter fills the air, her joy and satisfaction palpable.

“That's it, y/n, let go and just take me,”

she cries out, her walls clenching rhythmically around your thrusting shaft.

“I love feeling you lose control inside me. It makes me so happy!”

Lisa's words and the sensations enveloping your cock drive you to new heights of ecstasy. You pick up the pace, pounding into her relentlessly as she revels in my uninhibited passion. Your bodies move together in a primal dance, the sound of your mingled cries echoing across the waves.

Lisa's laughter rings out across the waves, her girlish giggles interspersed with breathy moans as you continue to thrust into her welcoming pussy. Suddenly, she begins speaking in a playful, childlike tone.

“Ooh, y/n's big cock is having so much fun inside me!”

she exclaims, as if the appendage itself were speaking.

“It loves being squeezed by Lisa's tight little pussy. Can we play more?”

She pauses, then responds in a different voice, as if the cock itself is answering.

“Of course, my darling Lisa! I never want to leave your warm, wet home. Let's play all day and night!”

The back-and-forth continues, Lisa animating the conversation with infectious enthusiasm. Her innocent demeanor juxtaposed with the lewd subject matter creates a delightfully surreal atmosphere.

You can't help but be captivated by her playful antics, your hips continuing to move in sync with her rhythmic clenching.

Seeing that you’re thoroughly enjoying her playful antics, Lisa's eyes light up with mischievous glee. She continues the conversation with your cock with even more enthusiasm and energy.

“Ooh, you like that, don't you y/n?”

she coos, addressing your throbbing shaft directly.

“My little cock friend is having the best time inside me. Isn't that right?”

She pauses, then responds in a deeper, more masculine tone.

“You bet I am, Lisa! This pussy feels amazing. I never want to leave - I could stay here forever!”

Lisa giggles delightedly, her hips rocking back to meet your thrusts.

“Well then, let's make sure you never have to! I'll keep you nice and cozy in my warm, wet home.”

The back-and-forth continues.

“So, my little cock friend, would you like to cum?”

She pauses, then responds in a deeper, more masculine tone.

“Mmm, yes please Lisa! I'm aching to let it all out.”

Lisa tightens her pussy around you, eliciting a groan of pleasure.

“Ooh, is this tight enough for you, Mr. Cock?”

She replies in the same deep voice.

“Mmm, yes, that's amazing Lisa. But I think I need even more tightness to really let go.”

With a determined expression, Lisa clenches her inner muscles even further, her walls gripping you in a vice-like embrace.

“How's this, you naughty cock? Is this tight enough for you now?”

She exclaims in mock surprise.

“What? You need more? Okay, my dear friend, as you wish!”

Lisa's pussy pulses and contracts rhythmically, milking your throbbing shaft with incredible intensity.

The sensations are overwhelming, and you can feel your release building rapidly.

As you feel your climax rapidly approaching, you let out a guttural growl.

“Lily, I'm about to cum!”

Still in her playful mood, Lisa exclaims,

“Oo oo oo, my friend, my best friend wants to release! Wants to release!”

She then addresses my cock directly.

“My dear best friend cock, you can release it inside your favorite spot - my womb! Without any hesitation, trust me. Do it once, and I bet you'll love it.”

Her words, combined with the incredible sensations enveloping your shaft, push you over the edge. With a series of deep, shuddering thrusts, you begin to spill your hot seed deep inside Lisa's welcoming, tightening pussy. The feeling is absolutely euphoric, and you can't help but marvel at how perfectly her body seems to fit yours.

Lisa continues her playful dialogue, addressing your still-twitching cock.

“So, did you enjoy cumming inside me, my dear friend?”

She pauses, then responds in a deeper, more masculine tone.

“Mmm, yes Lisa, that felt absolutely incredible. I never want to leave this warm, wet paradise.”

Sensing the continued twitching of your shaft, Lisa adds enthusiastically,

“Ooh, look at you, still so eager for more! Don't worry, my precious cock, I'll keep you nestled inside me for hours on end.”

She giggles, then resumes the deeper voice.

“Yesss, that's exactly what I want, Lisa. I'm home at last.”

Lisa's unwavering enthusiasm and the rhythmic clenching of her inner walls send waves of pleasure coursing through you. You can't help but marvel at her creativity and playfulness, even in the throes of your intimate encounter.

As Lisa rocks her hips on your softening cock, you can feel it stirring back to life under her ministrations. Her movements are purposeful, her gaze filled with wanton desire.

“That's it, y/n,”

she purrs, her inner walls clenching rhythmically.

“Get hard for me again. I need you to fill me up once more.”

With her encouragement, your cock rapidly regains its full, throbbing hardness. Gripping her hips, You begin to thrust into her with senseless hunger, eliciting a symphony of moans and laughter from Lisa.

“Yes, yes! Fuck me, y/n,”

she cries out, her body undulating in ecstasy as you pound into her relentlessly.

“I love the way you fill me up again and again!”

The sound of your bodies colliding and Lisa's unbridled cries of pleasure echo across the waves, a testament to your shared, insatiable desire..

[tyunni]

┈➤ I LIKE YOU SO MUCH!!! (when ENHYPEN like you...)

enhypen masterlist | library

genre: fluff, fluff, fluff! warnings: i'm not sure if any specific gender is mentioned but keep in mind i do tend to usually write fem!reader, enha r kinda losers, mentions of being drunk in jakes part, isnt proofread so if you see any mistakes.... oh well! wc: 2.6k+

a/n: good lord, i haven't written anything in MONTHS so i'm a bit rusty 😭 i started writing maknae line first im p sure you can tell i put more effort in them and then i started getting tired, sorry😭😭😭

☆ — LEE HEESEUNG

who would've thought the cool, the chill, the awesome lee heeseung would end up being such a loser. a lovestruck, foolishly in love loser.

your fingers lightly grazed his hand when you walked past him in the hallway today, a touch that lasted a mere second, yet heeseung's heart exploded, and so did his friends' group chat when he boasted about your interaction like you had just asked his hand in marriage. he knows being lovesick is lame, but so what?! he can't help that he melts into a pink puddle of adoration whenever you make small talk, or when he closes his eyes an image of you pops into his head and makes his palms feel sweaty. yes, he feels his knees go weak at the mere mention of your name, and he's willing to endure his younger friends teasing him every time they spot you hanging out with your own group of friends.

so what if you're the only thing on his mind every second of his day. it's completely normal to make playlists for your crush, giggle, and roll around in your bed when you let the lyrics sink in and fill your head with the thoughts of the one you desire.

it's also totally normal of him to write down little compliments on a piece of paper and put them on your desk when you're not looking. he giggles like a little girl when you open the note and read not even a third fraction of what heeseung truly thinks of you and wishes to tell you one day. his smile grows wider when you finally read the initials written on the note, LHS, and you look over to his desk with your cheeks dusted pink, widened eyes looking into heeseung's.

(rest of the members under the cut!!)

☆ — PARK JONGSEONG

jay is very fond of you, he accepted that quite quickly. you're cute. he likes cute stuff, that's something new he has discovered since he started to fancy you.

"jay, are you serious?" - riki turned towards the older with a blank face, tired of his friends new shopping addiction, - "you have like 4 hello kitty stuffed toys in your bedroom, you don't need another one."

ah, innocent, naive riki. he doesn't know having a crush makes one forget about any form of rationality and make every decision without giving it another thought. jay is the number one victim of the 'everything reminds me of them' disease, he feels every wrinkle of his brain smoothen whenever he thinks of you, so it's not a surprise that he can't control his hand as he swipes his credit card and buys himself another plushie with a lovestruck grin on his face.

"are you even listening to me?" - the younger complains, jabbing jay's arm with his elbow to get at least a little reaction out of him. if anything else but you were on jay's mind this would've worked and he would've scolded riki by now, talking his ear off about how annoying he is, clicking his tongue and rolling his eyes at his childishness. but it doesn't work.

"you're such a cheeseball, y/n has made you soft, jay, she's ruining you!"

but riki's words fall on deaf ears the second jay's eyes land on another cute stuffed animal that had reminded him of you as he grabs his friend's arm roughly and drags him into yet another store.

☆ — SIM JAEYUN

oh, he's down bad. jake would do anything for you. yes, even walking all the way from his house to the party you were at just to pick you up and walk you home, making sure you reach your house safely.

you called him in the middle of the night, the buzzing of his phone waking jake up. he groaned at the brightness of his screen flashing his newly opened eyes, yet at the sight of your name he rubbed the sleepiness off them, quickly picking up your call.

"jake, i'm drunk!"

and that's all it took for him to jump out of his bed and run towards his destination. surely enough you were waiting outside for him, a big smile growing on your face at the sight of him.

sure, he was extremely tired and out of breath, his voice was still groggy from waking up around 10 minutes ago, the cold, chilly night yet to have its effect on him and wake him up completely, yet he still let you ride on his back when you started complaining about how your heels hurt your feet.

you had been talking to him about something, even though you had no idea what you were saying with the way your words were slurred, your voice muffled by his jacket. jake was nodding his head, humming after a few sentences to make sure you knew he was listening, even though he didn't know what he was listening to. you started off by talking about the party, and somewhere along the way you got lost in your own words and so did jake. his soft hums and the steady rhythm of his feet lulled you to sleep, and when he felt your eyelashes close against the nape of his neck, your breath falling onto his skin as your cheek rested further upon his shoulder is when he finally let out a breathy laugh, shaking his head, stopping in his tracks to close his eyes and think to himself:

"fuck, i love her, don't i?"

☆ — PARK SUNGHOON

sunghoon is desperately in love with you. he can't help it, butterflies swarm his stomach when he thinks about you, a sheepish grin makes its way onto his features when you talk to him, his eyes dart across your face every chance he gets so he can burn every second spent with you right into his memory.

"sunghoon, do you think this looks good or should i try on the blue sweater?"

to be completely honest, even if you wore a trash bag he'd think you looked gorgeous, and he hadn't been paying attention to any outfit you had shown him so far, your smile which grew wider with each compliment he gave you the only thing on his mind.

"you look beautiful, y/n."

"oh, come on, sunghoon! you've been telling me this about every outfit!" - you groan, yet a grin is still plastered on your face at his sweet words, "you have to help me!"

sunghoon tries, he really tries to hold himself back. his teeth sink into his tongue in hopes of biting back the words that were about to slip out, yet they still do. and so does his little secret.

"it's not my fault i'm in love with you!"

☆ — KIM SUNOO

sunoo is a sweet guy. everyone likes him: the teachers, the students, his friends, and complete strangers. his smile is contagious, his face is soft and beautiful, his eyes crinkle up when he smiles, and he's kind, helpful, friendly. who wouldn't like him? well, you, apparently.

it's not that he's intrigued by your cold attitude towards him, he's simply determined to make you like him just like everyone else. it's quite difficult to get to know you though, you don't speak to anyone except a select few. if your friends don't come to school you usually sit alone, either mindlessly scribbling in your notebook, or sleeping. you always have that look on your face. one of pure boredom, uninterest, that "why are you even talking to me" face.

sunoo thinks it's stupid. how could you not be thrilled to talk to the people around you? how is it even possible to not want to get to know everyone, to grow your circle, have new people to talk to and share experiences with.

you know who sunoo is. everyone knows who sunoo is. when he walks past you down the hallway he's always waving at someone, stopping in his tracks a few times to have a little small talk, then quickly picking up his pace once the bell rings so he gets to make it in time for class. it doesn't matter if he's late though, the teachers adore him like he's their own son, and he hasn't gotten a single second of detention. sunoo has the sunshine privilege. that's unfair. you don't like when things are unfair. you don't like the sunshine privilege. you don't like sunoo.

so you avoid him.

but he somehow still finds his way back to you.

"she totally hates you, dude, get over it," - sunghoon groans, shoving another loaf of bread into his mouth, and threatening to shove some into sunoo's mouth so he stops talking about you for the fifth time today.

"but why?! i didn't even do anything to her, i tried talking to her every single day since she moved here, i'm nice, i'm helpful, i'm a great guy, what am i doing wrong?!" - the younger boy whines into his palms, head buried in his hands, trying to come up with a way to win you over.

one of his other friends chimes into the conversation, taking a seat in between his friends and playfully wrapping his arm around sunoo, - "it's okay, man, there must be a way to get your little crush to like you!"

sunoo whips his head towards the boy, eyebrows furrowed so deeply that you'd think they'd merge into one another any second. - "heeseung, it's not a crush!"

sunghoon chuckles at his oblivious friend, - "is too!"

"... is it?"

you are kinda cute. your attitude, although not sunoo's style, makes you look even more adorable. you have pretty lips too, although you're always frowning. he thinks you'd look better with the corners of your lips turned upwards though. he wants to see you smile. he wants to make you smile. he wants to make you his.

☆ — YANG JUNGWON

jungwon thinks he's a pretty chill guy. he's always been levelheaded. most of the time he's the only levelheaded person in the room, to be completely honest. he knows what to say and when to say it. although he resembles a cat, the saying "cat got your tongue" had never applied to him. so why is he standing in front of you, his crush, ready to have his very first conversation with you, without a single word coming out of his mouth?

"oh, hey! jungwon, right?" - you ask, sending a soft smile his way.

you know his name. you know his name. you know his name.

"huh? yeah... i'm jungwon. um..." - his confident smile fades instantly when it really sinks in that he has no idea what to say to you. he always knows what to say, how could this happen to him?! this is ridiculous. if he weren't standing in front of you right now he'd slap himself in hopes of rattling his brain somehow.

your eyebrows furrow at the awkward silence taking over, - "do you need anything, jungwon?"

his name falls past your lips so gracefully that if hearing you say his name followed with the three words he wants to say to you the most means he must sell his every worldly possession, he will. but he can't tell you that. he can't tell you how pretty your eyes are either, he can't tell you that he wants to hold your hand, or wrap his arms around you and keep you in his warm embrace for a little while. or how he wants to bury his head in the crook of your neck and bask in your warmth, or that you're the most beautiful person he has ever laid his eyes on and it'd be an honor to take you out on a date. yeah, he definitely can't say that.

"you're the most beautiful person i've ever laid my eyes on, it'd be an honor to take you out on a date..."

it's over. he's a goner.

the way you twiddle with your fingers at his confession goes completely unnoticed despite his big round eyes growing wider at his own words. he's too far gone to see how a warm smile had made its way onto your face.

"sure, i'd love to!"

it's not over. in fact, it's just getting started.

☆ — NISHIMURA RIKI

riki is quite good at hiding his crush on you, considering how the overwhelming feelings have such a weight to them that he's sure his heart doubles at the mere mention of your name to make room for the intense emotions that'll start kicking in. you two aren't dating, although he wishes you were, and you're most definitely not best friends. he knows you, you know him, you think he's nice, he thinks about you every second of every day, y'know, the usual...

"riki, hey!" - you push through the crowd of students walking around a narrow hallway that could only be described as a jar filled to the brim with tiny little ants, very studious one's at that!

his friends' heads immediately turn your way. a girl, talking to riki?! although their eyes don't stay glued on you for too long, they quickly glance at riki. the sight was hilarious, his long fingers were brushing through his disheveled hair, free hand tugging at the hem of his hoodie to smoothen out any wrinkles. there's a soft tint of pink spread across his cheeks, nothing too noticeable, although the burning red glow of his ears was far from discreet.

"y/n, hey!" - he grins, the hand combing through his hair now scratching the nape of his neck to try and play it cool... very smooth! a muffled laugh escapes from one of his friend's shut lips as their orbs dart between the boy and you.

you reach into your pocket, rummaging through the various things you keep inside. crackling of your house keys and noises of crumpled-up paper can be heard before you take out something. riki's eyes try their best to tear away from your mesmerizing features so he can see what you're trying to show him with your arm stretched towards him and a big grin on your face. he notices a little something lying on your palm. it's a duck keychain. if you were any other person he'd look at the item in your hand with a disgusted look on his face, eyebrows knitted together, eyes squinting in pure horror. but you're you. you're the love of his life. that's probably why riki can feel his heart thumping against his ribcage, a stupid smile tugging at the corners of his lips as he tries his best to fight it off, yet the inevitable happens.

"take it, it's a gift! i saw it on the way to school and it reminded me of you!"

he quickly takes the keychain from your palm, ensuring his fingers stray as far away from yours as possible. even the slightest bit of physical contact and he feels his heart will explode for good. he mumbles out a thank you before you turn on your heels and walk away, completely oblivious that the butterflies in his stomach now make their way towards his throat, making him swallow dry.

"hey, riki, what's that?" - jungwon nudges him with his elbow, eyeing the item riki's holding between his fingers. a smile makes its way onto jungwon's lips as he glances up at his friend who's currently grinning from one red ear to another, rosy cheeks like pink buttons on a sweater made with love and care.

"i thought you hated ducks," - sunoo adds, sly hands reaching towards the keychain to try and pry it out of riki's hands, but instead the tall boy clutches harder onto the item, bringing it to his chest.

"well i like this one!" - he adds, furrowing his eyebrows and glaring at his nosy friend.

riki never knew he could like ducks this much.

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[xoluvx]

kiss it, bite it; b.eilish

love the anon who requested this one 💚

"Is it gayer than lunch?" You glanced at Billie who was blushing profusely. She laughed and placed her hand on your thigh. She still hadn't answered your question. In fact, she'd been avoiding it for weeks. You knew she was working with Charli, but she hadn't uttered a single word about her verse.

"Nod if that's a yes," you didn't take your eyes off her. She simply hung her hand over the steering wheel, smiled goofily, and squeezed your thigh before shaking it.

She wasn't going to fold.

When you finally got to set, Billie held your hand as you walked together. The curiosity was eating at you, you couldn't stop biting on your bottom lip.

"Why are you so nervous?" Billie asked turning to look at you. She tugged at your chin so you'd stop biting your lip. When she noticed the indentations of your teeth, she rubbed your lip gently trying to get the blood flowing. Your blood was flowing alright. She'd mentioned a mountain of underwear on the car ride. Let that sink in: a mountain of underwear.

"I'm not nervous," you buried your face into her arm and she chuckled placing a hand behind your head, kissing the top of it.

And you weren't nervous. But what you should've been was prepared because you were currently standing to the side listening to the track, watching your girlfriend voice words that were making you extremely flustered and what was she saying about pulling them to the side and getting all up in it?

Were you hearing that correctly? You tried to stifle a cough thanks to almost choking on your saliva. You fanned your face with your hand. Was the temperature rising? Good god that's why she didn't want you to hear her verse beforehand.

That little -

"Cut," Billie stepped behind the viewfinder looking at the playback. She pointed at something, her voice was low as you tried collecting yourself. Or maybe you were still processing the lyrics. All you know is that you jumped a little when she came to your side, startled.

"You okay?" she teased brushing your cheek, tilting her head and feigning innocence as if she hadn't just told everyone the type of underwear she very proudly bought for you.

"It's gayer than lunch," you whispered, your voice trailing off as you stared into the distance. Frozen once again. The lyrics ran through your head like a complicated mathematical equation.

Billie's laugh brought you back to earth and you turned to look at her, mouth open waiting for an explanation.

"What?" she shrugged.

"That lacy black pair with the little bows?" you raised your brow pursing your lips. Still waiting.

"The ones I picked out for you in Tokyo," she whispered booping your nose before grabbing your hips. You groaned hearing it come directly from her mouth. This woman was painting all sorts of pictures in your mind and you were not in the position to act on them.

You looked at her with big eyes, your lip tucked under your teeth again. Billie noticed the change in your breathing and dug her fingers into your hips pulling you closer.

"Don't you have to get back?" you asked noticing the way your voice dipped low, your eyes dropping to her lips as she licked them.

"We need to do a few more takes and we’re waiting for Charli," Billie replied pushing her pelvis against your body urging you to groan again, your hands now gripping her arms.

"How long-" you asked fluttering your lashes unable to control the urge to kiss her right here, right now. To get down on your knees for her.

"Come," she whispered, squeezing your ass before taking your hand. Oh, you intended to.

She glanced at her surroundings before dragging you to an empty part of the set. A house of sorts. Maybe this is where they were filming next. Your thoughts were interrupted when her hands found your hips, fingers digging into your jeans, lips fervently trapping yours in a kiss.

If you weren't so fucking horny right now you'd be a lot more cautious about where you were, but her lips were tracing your jaw and her fingers were unbuttoning your jeans. You breathed a sigh of relief when she cupped your pussy. You had a time constraint and you both knew it.

Billie smiled against your neck, her tongue rotating on your skin before devouring. Her finger pushed your underwear to the side, running a finger between your folds. You moaned wrapping your arms tighter around her neck until you felt her finger enter your pussy.

"Oh my god," you hummed tossing your head back giving her ample access to your neck. Her tongue ran along your throat and under your chin before finding your lips again. They messily joined in a battle for dominance, tongues tussling. Your hands losing themselves in her hair.

Two fingers deep and you moved your hips, grinding against her hand as your whimpers fueled Billie's fire.

"Fuck, hold on" Billie whispered. Her voice hoarse. She removed her fingers and you whined in response. She tugged at your jeans bringing them down. You kicked them off as she slipped off your underwear placing them in her back pocket.

She pushed you against the wall. Through hooded eyelids, you watched as she got on her knees. Your lip found its favorite place, tucked between your teeth as she raised your leg groaning at the sight of your wet pussy.

The previous two fingers that'd inhabited your pussy found their way home and you arched your back pushing your back off the wall as her tongue joined the reunion.

The flat of her tongue pressed on your clit as her fingers moved steadily, filling you so gloriously. You could no longer stifle your moans when her tongue started to rotate on your clit. It moved with purpose. Up and down. Side to side. Until you were putty in her hands.

Your hands fisted her hair pushing her face closer to your cunt as the pace of her fingers increased. She was knuckles deep in your pussy when her lips wrapped around your clit, sucking.

"I need you to cum baby," she mumbled against your pussy. Her voice rippled through your body, tingles running down your legs. You'd forgotten where you were. Why you were here. Your world right now only consisted of you, Billie, and that marvelous wonderful tongue of hers.

"I'm almost there," your voice cracked as you pulled on her hair. Her own moans were sending shivers up your spine. Her fingers were slowing, but they were so deep in your pussy you didn’t need her to move. But she did. She moved them in a ‘come here’ motion pressing on your g spot. The walls were caving, your heart was racing. Her tongue was lapping.

She grabbed your ass with her free hand pulling you closer to her face as she worked her tongue in unimaginable ways. You shut your eyes feeling the heat build and build until you were in flames.

“I’m-“ you breathed heavily fisting her hair.

“I’m gonna c-cum,” you were out of breath and surprised you were able to announce your orgasm. Your legs were quivering as you slid down the wall, but Billie held the back of your thigh, trying to hold you up.

Your walls collapsing around her fingers, she could feel you throbbing, walls wet from your release. Her teeth grazed your inner thigh, biting down gently before soothing the area with her tongue.

You winced as she pulled out her fingers and groaned when they disappeared between her lips. Her plump, kissable, fuckable lips were discarding the proof of what had happened in this makeshift house.

Billie wiped her fingers on her jeans before grabbing yours from the floor. You weakly stepped into your pants as she pulled them up. You helped her button them still processing what’d just happened. She stood and kissed you slowly letting you get a taste of yourself on her tongue. You hummed against her lips letting her tongue slide into your mouth. You wrapped an around her neck as she held your chin.

“I wanna try it. Bite it. Lick it. Spit it.” She recited the words like a chant as she kissed your lips, along jaw, up your neck, and your earlobe. You felt the spark in your belly ready to ignite again.

“Let’s go,” she tapped your hips pulling you from the wall you were leaning on.

“Wait, let fix your hair,” you muttered flatting the pieces of hair that’d previously been laced in your fingers. You brushed your fingers through her hair. Fantasizing and thinking of her tongue and her silky strands at the tips of your fingertips and how you wanted more.

“Come on,” she snapped you out of it tapping your ass. Her fingers laced with yours. You whined trailing behind her. She turned back to look at you cheekily when the sun hit your eyes and you groaned.

You weren’t going to survive the rest of this shoot.

A few minutes later the music was playing again and Billie's lips were moving, those lips that were previously sucking and wrapping around your most sensitive parts. She was hopping off the tractor and there in her pocket were your underwear. They hung from her pocket like she'd picked them up from the mountain of underwear and decided those were her favorite and worthy of screen time.

In your lust struck trance you hadn’t noticed her sneak them away. Or realized you hadn’t put them back on. You felt your body flush again. The heat rushing between your legs.

You were entranced, caught under her spell. She played it up for the camera, but your chest was growing tighter by the second and your underwear…wait. Scratch that. Your jeans felt really uncomfortable now.

You swallowed and looked around hoping nobody was noticing your sexual frustration. But nothing went unnoticed by Billie.

She looked directly at the camera as you stood behind the viewfinder. For one of the takes, she took your underwear from her pocket holding it in her index finger. She sung along to the track ‘kiss it, bite it, can I fit it?’ playing with your underwear.

For a millisecond she glanced at you. You felt her looking beyond the camera at your fragile state before placing the underwear back in her pocket.

She wasn’t leaving those on set.

They were coming home with her. And you were coming too. Again and again. Til the moon descended and the sun rose.

*part two*

[rockrosethistle]

I'm thinking about the implications again.

The numbers that the hive mind performs aren't random. Both the lyrics and the choreography will often boil down to to one purpose: to cause pain. (Pokey is ruthless.)

Sometimes it's physical, and that's easy to spot. The cops spend half of their song just kicking and pushing people to the ground. Join Us And Die literally ends with Ted getting beat up.

And when the choreography doesn't allow for it, the lyrics are specifically trying to elicit an emotional response. The hive uses Alice to torment Bill. He's watching someone he loves die in front of him. It does the same for Charlotte.

Okay, the hive gets a kick out watching people suffer. That's not new information. But the implications...

Look at Inevitable. It's a pretty significant shift from the rest of the numbers. Whereas those seem tailored for pain and fear, Inevitable seems to be comforting? Just look.

Paul walks out, and the first thing he does is hug Emma. Which doesn't seem significant at first, but think: Did Bill get that same courtesy?

Alice's first line is meant to taunt Bill. Paul's is almost consolatory; " Emma / I'm sorry / you lost." I won't dissect this completely, the theory is that this first line is genuine. Paul is actually sorry that their plan failed.

And when you take a look at the choreography, it becomes clear that it's a lot kinder than the other songs.

We see Paul waltzing with Emma and kissing her hands. And even though he's not letting her get away, he's not trying to hurt her. He's not even trying to intimidate her. He's shown more than once bending down--getting on her level, like you would to a child--as opposed to towering over her.

The lyrics aren't messing with her either. Whereas Sam is manipulative and Alice is spiteful, Paul's lyrics are reassuring.

"I'm still the man you trust," is a lot different than "Don't you twust me?" when you get right down to it. It carries with it a connotation of 'I'm okay, and you will be too.'

"What if I told you I made it?" actively contradicts the 'I killed your loved one' narrative that Alice used with Bill.

It's not like Emma is buying any of it. She's still terrified. Paul doesn't need to hurt her or taunt her in order to scare her, just singing was enough. But it's clear that he's not trying to.

The hive mind gets a kick out of watching people suffer. Emma is the leading lady. You'd think that she's the one who should have the most brutal song. But she just doesn't. It seems like her song is trying to be the kindest.

We know it's implied that once they get infected, people are still conscious inside their musical doppelgängers (source: the line "your own body is your front row seat" as well as Sam breaking through its control long enough to say "Charlotte" before falling back under).

I think Paul was conscious during Inevitable. I think he knew that they weren't escaping this. I think he knew he was eventually going to kill Emma, and there was nothing he could do about it. But I think he didn't want her to suffer.

Instead, I think he resolved to give her as kind a death as he could. He would lie. He'd tell her he was happy and that she was safe. He'd be as gentle as the hive mind allowed. She was running out of time, so he'd love her with every second they had left.

(but that's just a theory...a musical theory... and cut)

[spacequokka]

GOT7 Kinks & Turn-Ons

I’m so GOT7 coded rn. Here I go again interpreting birth charts for my own silly pleasure. Take it with a pinch of salt, ahgases. The way this sat in my drafts for over a year yet only took about an hour to finish. I refused to change the pics for the next comeback so here ya go.

Mark || Venus: Leo, Mars: Libra || Turn On: Praise (Receiving)

He’s twinning with Yeosang in that he just wants to hear he’s making you feel good. Like seriously, let him know when he’s hitting the right spot or tell him no one else is as good as he is. Might also dish it right back because he has that kinda vibe. Can be broody if he feels like you’re not matching his level of intensity as far as the relationship goes, which can be cured with some praise and appreciation.

Jaebeom || Venus: Capricorn, Mars: Capricorn || Kink: Cockwarming

They say stability and trustworthiness are sexy, and Jay B took that personally. He wants to impress you with his endless cool and mature vibes, so when you’re tired of boys, he can be your man. He’s a romantic, so you can expect loads of sweet, traditional gestures. Okay, but what about the Jay B who sang Switch It Up? Read the lyrics. He told us what he likes. So bold. Somewhat traditional, with a bit of spice here and there. After seeing him read mild tame thirst tweets, I truly believe he’d hesitate to try kinky things like choking or spanking, like he just wants to be inside you and hold you close. The promise of the intimacy alone is enough to have him dragging you to bed.

Jackson || Venus: Aries, Mars: Pisces || Kink: Daddy 

If you know me even a little bit you knew this was coming. My GAWD the amount of love and care that seeps from this man’s pores is fucking amazing. He lives to care for and spoil you like no other, wanting to make sure you have everything you could ever need or want. And that translates to his bedroom. Help? This freaky ball of energy is gonna wear you tf out. He legit doesn’t give a fuck how many times you’ve cum, he needs more. Will strive to leave you hoarse from calling him daddy just because he loves to hear you say it. I could write a fucking essay on this istg.

Jinyoung || Venus: Scorpio, Mars: Cancer || Kink: Bondage

Another hill I’ll die on. A king in the streets and a control freak in the sheets. Just the thought of tying you down to his bed is enough to get him going. Loves to tease and torture you until you’re begging to be let go or fucked hard. Wanna be a brat? Face down and ass up with your arms secured behind your back. Being inside you is just a bonus at that point. Go ahead and struggle, it’s cute to him. You’ll be crying with relief when he finally gets inside you.

Youngjae || Venus: Leo, Mars: Leo || Turn On: Collaring (Receiving)

“Mars in Leo natives enjoy sex more than most”--say less. So Jae’s freaky af and I will hear none of this pure cinnamon roll slander. Honestly he’s probably as bad as Jay B. So what does this bub like? A collar. Hear me out. Collaring is one of the freakiest things you can do to someone while also showing them how much you care/love them. He just wants to be yours--mind, body, and soul. In return, you get his unconditional love and unwavering loyalty. He doesn’t mind you taking the lead in bed because he trusts you and your judgment. You touching/pulling on his collar makes all the blood in his body rush down south and it doesn’t take long for him to start begging you to ride him.

BamBam || Venus: Taurus, Mars: Virgo || Turn On: Nipple Play (Giving)

After deeming him a boobie lover, I can’t help but see him as a motor boatin’ son of a bitch. Lives to put his face near your chest and play with it. In bed you can bet he’ll be kissing and biting on your nips until you beg him to stop. Once you start that up, he’s eager to get inside of you just to continue doing it so he can feel you squeeze the life outta his dick.

Yugyeom || Venus: Capricorn, Mars: Capricorn || Kink: Thigh Riding

Lemme be Captain Obvious for a few seconds. You belong on his thigh. He knows it. You know it. So why aren’t you on it? While he loves any form of teasing you, watching you get all worked up to the point of ruining his pants is an experience he can’t live without. It’s lowkey fascinating that it feels that good for you and he barely has to do anything other than force you to keep moving once you reach that peak. His favorite part is watching your cute little face scrunch up as you shiver in his arms. Then he’ll tease you about it while pulling your legs around his waist and unzipping his pants...

[anemoiashifts]

why you should stop consuming media if you want to shift.

where your attention goes, is where energy will follow. the more you focus on something, the more real it becomes.

⭑.ᐟ i made a post a while ago saying “why you should get off social media if you want to shift”. id like to expand upon that a little more. so, here’s a “why you should stop consuming media” or at the very least “why you should consume media carefully”.

you are being programmed through everything — social media, music lyrics, television, advertising, the news. this is why meta wants tiktok b@nn3d so badly. its taking away their ability to control & their influence upon you because average people spend more time on tiktok then anything else. this can be extended to news networks because more and more people are using it as news sources. media, not just social, need your attention in order to program you. as someone who has taken classes marketing, the core of what my class was, was teaching someone to be the best manipulator. my professor said to always “play on people’s emotions”. anything that has the ability to take your attention away & live in a negative & distracted stake, is taking away your ability to create the life you want to live. a lot of — if not everything — is about power & controlling you for someones benefit.

taking this into account, you can now begin to understand why television shows are called television programs. it is programming you to think & behave & make purchases. for example, the human mind does not know the difference between real & fake. if something provokes an emotion out of you — that emotion it is still real, even it was brought on by fiction. the human brain cannot truly comprehend fiction. this is why people form such emotional attachments to fictional characters because our brains cannot distinguish that they are a character or a scenario is not real.

power comes from your attention & what you focus on; what emotion it provokes.

₊˚⊹♡ why is this relevant ?

your thoughts & feelings create your reality.

by waking up every morning after a shifting attempt & saying “i didn’t shift, im not in my desired reality” is what you’re affirming to yourself. when you roll over & scroll on your phone, you are taking your attention away from persisting that you are in the wish fulfilled. you aren’t focusing on that you have already shifted. every shifting tiktok video is affirming that you aren’t in your desired reality. it’s reinforcing that idea of “you’ll shift tonight” “who would do this in your desired reality” “___ in my desired reality” — that you are still here. it’s hardly ever said “you’ve already shifted” on tiktok. again, this circles back to “playing on people’s emotions” — desperation & excitement. keeping people in a loop of shifting content instead of actually wanting to experience it for yourself. i will admit, practically everyone is guilty of this — self included. it definitely doesn’t come from a place of malice & i doubt it’s always intentional on anyone’s part but it’s something to consider that every shifting video you come across is a reminder that you haven’t shifted yet.

limit what you consume. for example, if you keep listening to a sad song, you’re going to be sad & pulled back into a time in your life that no longer serves you. it removes you from the present. the brain has no concept of time as it is a man-made idea. by eliminating media entirely (or limiting / being mindful of what is being fed to you & taking nothing at face value), you are getting that power back.

media keeps you distracted. it keeps you focused on other things & not your manifestations. it constantly brings back you into the 3d. the longer you’re focused on the 3d, the further away you will be removed from your manifestations & you will be pulled into things that fuel others desires.

[inlovewithpandora]

ੈ✩‧₊˚ — Summers In Pandora ᝰ Day 2 - One Bed

Artists — Neteyam x fem!Omatikaya!reader

Lyrics — You and Neteyam spend the night together on an overnight hunting trip and while you’re trying to sleep the mighty warrior can’t keep his body under control

Music Advisory — nsfw content (18+), porn w/ little plot, aged!up Neteyam, suggestive/allusions to sex, best friends trope, one bed trope ᝰ this fic does contain aged!up character smut so if you don’t like that type of content please don’t interact and continue scrolling!!

Duration — 767 words

Index — pänutìng - promise • ftang - stop

Words From Artist — This is my first writing smut for Neteyam and it was fun writing it! Always feel free to comment and reblog, I love reading y’all reactions! I hope you enjoy!!

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“Neteyam, move over. You’re all over me.” The agitation in your voice is clear while you try to scoot over, trying to give yourself more space so you can get comfortable and finally get some rest.

“If you haven’t noticed this bed wasn’t created for two people.” He replies with a groan while trying to keep his body from slipping off the edge of the bed.

“Fine, just turn on your side or something. It’ll give us a little more room.” You whisper through a yawn while flipping on your side, turning your back towards him and pulling the woven blanket that you and Neteyam are sharing over your body.

Neteyam has a feeling that this idea isn’t a good one but he wants to keep you happy and doesn’t want to put up a fight since it’s so late and you both are tired from the hunting trip today. “Uhm, okay.” He turns on his side, the side that’s facing your back, the side that gives him the perfect few of your beautiful ass and round hips. While Neteyam tries to focus on anything other than your body he notices you scooting back, making a low hiss fall from his lips. “W-Wait, y/n.” He says hesitantly while shifting his hips back, hoping you stay still.

“Stop poking me Neteyam, it’s too late at night to be playing around.” You wiggle around a little, trying to find the perfect position and get comfortable.

“I’m not, I pänutìng.” He breathes heavily while placing a hand on your hip, trying to calm your movements down. “ftang moving around so much, you’re making it worse.”

“Making what worse?” You ask in a confused tone, not understanding what Neteyam is talking about. Once you turn around to see face Neteyam you see his face all flushed, his normally blue cheeks gaining a purple hue, making you wonder what that could be about. “Neteyam, how many times do I have to ask you to stop-” You place your hand where you feel the poking in your back, wanting to grab whatever hard thing is giving you discomfort, but what you feel against your palm isn’t what you assumed it was going to be. When you realize it’s Neteyam’s hardened cock in your hand your eyes bulge open, not expecting to feel your best friend's length tonight.

At first you don’t know how to react to what’s going on but you can’t help but feel a sense of warmth spread through your core when it registers that you caused Neteyam to become erect. You’ve always had a crush on him but you never knew he felt the same, now you finally have your answer. Since his feelings are clear and you’ve always fantasized about pleasing Neteyam, why not take this opportunity and give him a nice little handjob and help him achieve the sexual release his body is clearly asking for.

“y/n…” He mutters out while looking down at your hand grasping his cock, feeling it throb the more he thinks about you touching him because he’s always wanted this moment to manifest he just didn’t think this is how it would happen. He doesn’t want to seem weird for enjoying this lovely accident that you both stumbled upon but he can’t help it. “M-Maybe we shouldn’t- you shouldn’t do this…”

“Why not? I just want to help out my best friend, it’s the least I can do after causing it.” Your fingers work their magic to untie the strings that hold his loincloth together and once they unravel you lay eyes on his cock, swollen and veiny with droplets of his pre-cum already making an appearance. Your thumb gently swipes over his leaking tip, teasing his slit before moving your hand downward and slowly stroking his cock, already eliciting sweet groans to fall from his lips. “Just relax, Neteyam. I’ll take care of you.” You whisper softly in his ear before gliding your tongue around the shell of his ear and making your way down his neck and to his jaw, covering each inch of skin you touch in kisses.

In a million eclipses the mighty warrior never thought he would see the day where Eywa would grant his wish to share an intimate moment with you but here you are, giving him a handjob and him crumbling in your hands and succumbing to your pleasures. Now he’s thankful that his father made him come on this overnight hunting trip, this is so much better than being alone in his mauri and jerking off to the thought of you.

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ZB1 REALISING THEY FELL FOR THEIR BESTFRIEND

genre : ot9, fluff “ 🧺 .*

김지웅 kim jiwoong

Jiwoong would notice his feelings quietly, during a moment when you’re laughing or doing something mundane. He’d feel a pang in his chest and think, Why does this feel so different now? Jiwoong is someone who values control over his emotions, so he’d likely try to keep things normal.

Over time, his actions would subtly shift. He’d linger a bit too long after walking you home, or his texts would become more thoughtful. One evening, as you both sit on a park bench under the stars, he’d finally let his feelings slip.

Jiwoong: “You know, being with you makes everything feel… easier. Happier. I’ve been thinking about it a lot, and I… I think I’ve fallen for you. I don’t want to risk ruining what we have, but I can’t pretend anymore.”

성한빈 sung hanbin

Hanbin’s first instinct upon realizing his feelings would be panic. He’d smile through the confusion, but internally he’d be thinking, This can’t be happening. What if I ruin our friendship? He’d probably talk to someone he trusts to figure out what to do, all while being extra attentive toward you.

One evening, after you’ve spent the day together laughing and sharing stories, he’d muster the courage to bring it up.

Hanbin: “I’ve been meaning to tell you something… I think I’ve started seeing you differently lately. I’m not sure when it happened, but… I think I’ve fallen for you. I care about you so much, and I just hope you can feel the same.”

장하오 zhanghao

Zhanghao’s realization would hit him during a quiet moment—like when you’re both reading or working on something together. He’d glance at you and suddenly feel his heart race. His first thought would be, Oh no… this is dangerous.

Zhanghao isn’t one to bottle things up for too long. After spending a week analyzing his feelings, he’d decide to confess in a straightforward but warm way. Over coffee, he’d break the silence.

Zhanghao: “I need to tell you something, and I want you to know I’ve thought about it carefully. I think I’ve fallen for you. I know this changes everything, but you’re too important for me to not be honest.”

석매튜 seok matthew

Matthew would be adorably clumsy about the whole situation. When he first realizes he has feelings for you, he’d start stammering or avoiding eye contact whenever you’re around. He’d try to act normal, but his little gestures—like remembering your favorite drink or texting you late at night—would give him away.

Eventually, he wouldn’t be able to hold it in. During a casual hangout, he’d blurt it out unexpectedly.

Matthew: “Okay, I can’t keep this in anymore! I like you. Like, really like you. You’re my best friend, and I know this might sound crazy, but I don’t think I can keep pretending I don’t feel this way.”

김태래 kim taerae

Taerae’s feelings would sneak up on him gradually. He’d notice how much happier he feels when you’re around, how your smile stays in his mind long after you’ve left. Being the artistic and emotional person he is, he’d likely channel his emotions into music first.

One day, he’d ask you to listen to a song he wrote. As the melody fills the air, the lyrics would describe his feelings—how he fell for his best friend and is scared but hopeful. When the song ends, he’d look at you nervously.

Taerae: “I’ve been writing this for a while because I didn’t know how else to tell you… I like you. More than just a friend.”

리키 ricky

Ricky would try to act like nothing’s changed, but his behavior would say otherwise. He’d tease you more often, throwing playful comments your way to hide his nervousness. Behind the scenes, he’d overthink every interaction, wondering if you feel the same.

Eventually, his confident exterior would crack, and he’d decide to tell you in his own charming way. During a late-night walk, he’d turn to you with a soft smile.

Ricky: “You know, you’re the only person who can make me nervous. I realized it’s because I’ve started liking you—more than a friend should. I don’t know how you feel, but I had to tell you.”

김규빈 kim gyuvin

Gyuvin would be hilariously awkward about his feelings. He’d start stumbling over his words around you, his ears turning red whenever you’re near. The other members would tease him relentlessly for how obvious he’s being.

After working up his courage, he’d sit you down one evening and try to explain.

Gyuvin: “Okay, so… this is really hard for me to say, but I like you. Like, really like you. And I know I’m being super awkward, but I just couldn’t keep it to myself anymore.”

박건욱 park gunwook

Gunwook would be in denial at first, brushing off his feelings as just admiration. But when he catches himself thinking about you constantly, he’d realize it’s more than that. He’d try to impress you subtly—showing off his skills or taking extra care to support you.

Finally, he’d choose a bold but heartfelt moment to confess, like when you’re both watching a sunset together.

Gunwook: “You mean a lot to me. More than just a friend. I don’t know when it happened, but I’ve fallen for you. And I’d do anything to make you happy, whether or not you feel the same.”

한유진 han yujin

Yujin would be the shyest about his feelings. He’d blush whenever you’re around and would try to avoid making it obvious, but his small acts of kindness—like sharing his snacks or sending you cute messages—would give him away.

One day, he’d finally confess in the sweetest, most innocent way. He’d hand you a small gift, like a handwritten letter, and nervously mumble his feelings.

Yujin: “I… I wanted to tell you something. You’re really important to me, and I think… I think I like you. I know this might be sudden, but I hope you understand how much you mean to me.”

[morganaawriterr]

˗ˏˋ ★ ˎˊ˗ You Too;

Pairing; fem!reader x fuck buddy!Lee Heeseung Synopsis; Caught between pleasure, you confess your love to Heeseung, only to face his cold resistance. For two years, your connection was built on sex, but your feelings have grown deeper than he can accept. As emotions spiral, raw truths and unspoken pain surface, culminating in a bittersweet goodbye. Genre; Angst; (this was written based on the lyrics of the song "You Too" by Chase Atlantic. More specifically: «It’s hard for me to end a conversation with ‘’I love you’’ when I know it’s not true.» Warning; It has a small description of a sex scene because of the story itself; It's Not really suggestive because it's sad asf; mean!Heeseung (he is kind of a dick); swearing; My Masterlist;

A/N: I wrote this years ago for another blog I had. It was saved because I thought it was so good! It's very sad so get ready... Heeseung stans, I apologize in advance! Likes and reblogs are always appreciated, thank you!

Those three words full of sentiment made him blank. He can’t believe you said it. He can’t believe you let your feelings take over something that was so primordial and basic like sex. He wants your body, but you want his soul, his heart, his love. Heeseung can’t love anyone, not again. Those three words transformed all of the desire he had controlling his body into a turn-off.

He lifted himself off you completely—not only off your body but also out of your life. He can’t love you back. He won’t love you back. He hates the fact that he doesn’t love you back. His whole body was shivering, his brain was shouting at him to leave immediately, his heart was breaking, and his soul was terrified. His stomach ached, and he felt like throwing up. Heesung stood up on his feet and searched for his boxers, pulling them back onto his muscular body.

You and Heeseung were in it; he was deep inside of you, sweat on his forehead, his thick eyebrows pushed together in concentration. Everything was hot and full of desire. The moment you finally came, your body felt like being thrown off a cliff, and you floated, the waves of pleasure taking advantage of everything inside you. The warmth of his lips against yours as he came made you say it.

Tears were creeping at the corners of your eyes. You said it. How ignorant of you, knowing he is hurt, broken, and afraid of love.

“Hee, please, stop this! Those words mean nothing; it was just in the heat of the moment… Please,” you beg him, grabbing his wrist, trying to stop him from doing his belt. The tall pink-haired man took your hands off his in an aggressive manner, pushing you back forcefully, causing you to fall on the mattress of your bed. You were sobbing uncontrollably. You had lost him…

How stupid of you.

“YOU STOP!” he yelled. “Stop trying to make me feel bad for not loving you back…” His t-shirt was already on him, almost making him look unbothered, but he had always looked so good in white.

“I’m not trying to make you feel bad, Heeseung. We have been like this for two years—” The tears felt hot rolling down your cheeks, but the anger inside you just seemed to grow bigger. “—YOU SHOULD HAVE PREDICTED IT! IT’S ALL YOUR FAULT!” you scream, this time very close to him, punching his chest, even though you knew it didn’t affect him.

“WHY SHOULD I?! FUCK, YN, WE ARE JUST FUCK BUDDIES, AND YOU KNOW IT! I TOLD YOU I DIDN’T WANT ANYTHING FROM YOU BESIDES YOUR BODY!” Heeseung yelled, his fingers getting lost in his messy pink hair.

The pain was so obvious on your face—the red eyes and wet cheeks. He hated to see you cry. Your sobs almost made him feel horrible for what he was about to say, but he couldn’t give you what you wanted. He couldn’t love you.

“It’s your fault because you fell in love. It’s your fault because you trusted me. It’s your fault for giving me your body.” Now, he articulated slowly and in a low voice, trying not to hurt you more.

You wanted to beat him, slap him in the face, yell at him for being so fucking selfish… but all he said was true. And you felt so fucking pathetic.

“What are you going to do now?” you asked him, cleaning the tears on your cheeks with the back of your hand, trying not to look so pitiful.

Heeseung was already putting his black Fila trainers on—the ones you gave him last year. When he heard your question, he didn’t even bother to lift his head to look at you to answer. “I can find someone else to fuck. Don’t worry.” You laughed ironically, the sour truth leaving a bitter taste in your mouth and burning your sweet heart.

“I LOVE YOU, DAMN IT. WHY DON’T YOU SAY IT BACK?” you yelled again at him, falling on your knees with the tears streaming down your face once again. “I don’t care if your ‘I love you’ is fake, a lie, and completely empty. I can’t be without you… Please, don’t leave me…”

Now he walked toward you. Heeseung grabbed your hand and helped you stand up. Then he stared at your face for a whole minute without a word.

He admired your eyes—those eyes that used to sparkle with happiness every time you saw him—only to find sadness and disappointment. He stroked your cheeks with both of his thumbs, those cute fat cheeks he used to squeeze because he knew you hated it, only to feel them wet from all the tears you had cried.

He looked at your lips, the ones that caught his attention the most for being so plump and kissable. They were bloody because you were biting them too hard, hoping the pain would ease the bigger one in your heart. Deep inside, he was hurt too. Seeing you this way was truly heartbreaking. But no, his pride was more important than anything. Love is pain, and he wasn’t going to get hurt again.

Heeseung’s big hands cupped your jaw, and he kissed you. A simple peck that lasted at least five seconds, like he was showing how sorry he was without words. Then, close to the door, he took one last glance at you and confessed:

“It’s hard for me to end a conversation with ‘I love you’ when I know it’s not true…” You couldn’t differentiate if he was being cocky or telling the truth.

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